#the white cat was a deaf kitten and. his friends had to watch him get taken because they couldnt do anything to help

[xhanisai]

First Line Tag

Thank you for the tag @seas-of-silver !

Here are my ten latest stories and their first lines down below. Anyone who sees this post is free to make one too cos I have no idea who to tag lol. (Most of these titles are just the names of the prompts because they’re in a drabble collection and the titles I used for those are song lyrics).

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​Generational Knowledge - (Adrinette and Ladynoir)

She was all instinct and muscle memory, her mind not clearly registering with what her body was doing when she picked up the ancient artefact that the curator introduced to her class during their trip to le musée. Her ears were deaf to his inquisitive and wary questionings which soon then turned into bewildered gasps of awe and utter delight as she brought the fragile contraption to life. What was once a seemingly dull and forgotten machine was now something so much more and just absolutely magical.

Negative!!! - (Adrinette)

Adrien hadn't moved, hadn't blinked, hadn't been able to function since he saw the image on Marinette's post as he scrolled through his Instagram feed out of boredom and curiosity. . A white object with a single red line, and the caption "Negative! 😅 ". . He didn't even need to look at the hashtags to know why exactly someone would be relieved to get a negative result on a white test stick. He didn't dare to look further. His stomach lurched and his heart jumped to his throat, and he felt like he couldn't even breathe. Marinette had- had- done it with someone else. 'Not me...wait- not me?'

Healing - (Marichat)

"Owch! Hey! Ow-ow-ow! You! You did that on purpose!" The feline hero scowled at his companion with as much venom as a baby kitten, his tail swatting irritatedly against her mattress and his faux ears plastered miserably to his blond locks. Marinette simply glowered back wordlessly with enough intensity to make him shiver in fright, bandages tight in her tense hands as she continued to patch up his wounded chest.

Hurt - (Adrinette + Ladynoir)

"You...you haven't smiled all day," Adrien murmured from the hospital bed, the boy sitting up with the assistance of his beloved, sweet friend, wincing when the bandages got a little snug around the painful injury on his back and chest. He couldn't help the immense guilt that built up within him from the sight of her shattered, heartbroken expression, the girl thoroughly affected by his predicament. "Marinette...listen, it wasn't your fault-" "Yes, it was!"

Cat - (Ladynoir + Adrinette)

"Mon Chaton!? C'est toi!? You got turned into an actual chaton again!?" Ladybug groaned in defeat, tugging on her hair whilst sitting on her haunches, her companion no longer the tall, blond-haired human being and now currently a tiny, round black kitten with huge green eyes and wearing an obnoxiously large bell. "Did you do this on purpose?? Did you???" Her accusation had the puffball leap up in the air (by about two centimetres) as an outcry, shaking his head with a loud meow. His bell rang from the rapid movements as a gentle, soft chime and no one would even believe that he was the host of destruction and chaos.

Tease - (All sides of the square)

It took Chat Noir everything for his voice to not raise higher and higher in pitch as he tried his utmost best to continue the conversation, going on about his day without clueing in his civilian identity all whilst his Lady continued to watch him intently, her pretty sky blues rooted to his mouth wordlessly. Like he was a piece of a jigsaw puzzle or a lucky charm she needed to figure out as if her life and the rest of the world depended on it. The feline boy self-consciously licked his lips, internally praying to all the gods out there (that were at least an ounce more reliant than Plagg the camembert glutton) to help him keep his cool. Hopefully, his lips weren't too chapped or bruised from all the anxious lip-biting he did this morning at school from worrying over Marinette for the umpteenth time (she tripped at least thirty-six times today no thanks to her sleep deprivation! Thirty-six times!!! How many bones would she have broken if he weren't there to catch her every single time!?).

Hot - (Ladynoir)

SNAP! CRACK! CHOMP! CHOMP! SNAP! CRACK! CHOMP! CHOMP! Chat Noir continued to stare at his beloved partner with bafflement as she cracked open her fourth ginormous watermelon on her knee alone (which was hella hot) and began to vigorously devour the sweet fruit like a bottomless vacuum (which was adorable and terrifying at the same time).

Protect - (All sides of the square)

“How...how could you?"

His icy tone was laced with venom and sheer betrayal, clawed fingers digging into his trembling palms in a white-knuckled grip and teeth clenched to the point where his jaw was close to clicking out of place. "How could you, Ladybug!?"

Favourite Colour - (Adrinette)

"Pink this, pink that, ugh! Don't you like any other colour, something more regal and obviously so much more better?" One very annoyed and extremely pompous Chloé Bourgeois huffed loudly, hands dramatically gesturing towards the god-forsaken, practically neon yellow jeans she decided to wear for the day, beady blues directing a nasty glare at her sleepy enemy. Much to her ire, the girl she was glowering at simply took one glance at the blinding clothing article, made a comically disgusted expression and went back to mindlessly sketching out designs in her notebook, taking a sip of coffee from her travel mug in the process. "I saw that, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! But what should have I expected from a ridiculously stupid peasant with ridiculously no taste? Only the most elite would appreciate REAL fashion! Hmmph!"

“Miau I have your Chattention, please?” - (Marichat)

Chat Noir was bored. . There was his Lady, sewing away on the rattling machine and annotating her (absolutely GORGEOUS) designs and piecing together fabric scraps at the same time on her messy, cluttered desk, all whilst neglecting his cute, adorable self. HIM. Her CHATON. Absolutely, incredibly, stupendously ridiculous!!! . He entertained the idea of casually dropping his transformation right here and there just to see her reaction but honestly, she'd probably (definitely) boot him out of the window by reflex whilst screaming like the queen of banshees and he would end up as an unattractive splat against the dirty, Parisian floor. Siiiiiigh.

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Again, if anyone wants to do this tag game, go for it!

#tag game #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #my writing #ml fanfiction #ml fanfics

[sheep33hallow]

Dexter (SukunaXYuuji) 1/5

Tags: old man!Yuuji, domestic SukaIta, Sukuna Style marriage proposal, reverse chronological story telling, Sukuna has his own body.

Completed on AO3

Chapter Rating: T (Gets spicier in chapter 4)

Summary: When he was younger, he told people Sukuna was his twin, then his brother and now his grandson. At the sweet age of 83, Yuuji, with a missing arm that he lost on a mission in his 50s, sat on his rocking chair in the early morning. 

He had woken up before Sukuna, his bastard demon who has endless excuses for never leaving him even after getting his own body. You'd think as one gets older the people around them would be nicer. 

Sukuna acts the worst. 

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When he was younger, he told people Sukuna was his twin, then his brother and now his grandson. At the sweet age of 83, Yuuji, with a missing arm that he lost on a mission in his 50s, sat on his rocking chair in the early morning. 

He had woken up before Sukuna, his bastard demon who has endless excuses for never leaving him even after getting his own body. You'd think as one gets older the people around them would be nicer. 

Sukuna acts the worst. 

The stares they get when Sukuna yells at him in the grocery stores when Yuuji wants something that goes against diet, is mind numbing. 

Yet, the item in question will end up in the house at some point. 

"Why the fuck don't you have a blanket on you?" Sukuna walks onto the porch. An afghan that Megumi's husband made for him one birthday a few years ago rested in his hand. 

He throws it at Yuuji. 

With his one arm, he's able to cover his body. 

"Better?" Yuuji goes back to rocking back and forth. 

Sukuna grunts at him. "Take better care of yourself." 

The chair squeaks with Yuuji's movements. "I will." 

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"Sukuna." He whines. He's crouched over the dead body of their beloved pet. A small cat they found as a kitten and nursed back to health. 

Dexter was always found in the crook of Sukuna's neck when they slept. 

The stairs creak as his demon descends them. "Why are you crying? So damn loud." He says the last part to himself. 

He walks over to Dexter's bed outside the kitchen's doorway. He pauses. Looking at the old man sniffing over the creature. Sukuna doesn't waste tears over weak creatures. 

Bending down, he scoops Yuuji into his arms. The old man flays about in his hold, crying. 

Very ugly cry. 

"It's cold down there, idiot." He holds the sorcerer bridal style. Yuuji rubs his face into Sukuna's chest. The demon can feel the snot seeping through. 

Disgusting. 

"Where do you want to bury it?" Sukuna asked. 

Yuuji sniffs. "Can we cremate her?" 

Sukuna was thinking the same thing. 

"Why not just bury her and be done with it? Wasting my money on a weak creature." He looks at their pet. Thinking about the last ten years they've had her. His stupid human was resting on the couch with flu the day he found her. Somehow she ended up on their lawn crying, and instead of waiting for Sukuna to get home from the store, he went outside and picked her up. 

Sukuna had to make two doctor appointments that day. Then they had to get the house cleaned because she brought fleas with her. 

"Please." His wrinkled face pleads to Sukuna. 

He kicks the cat, just to make sure she's dead. 

She jolts up and Yuuji screams, flaying in his arms again. 

The cat blinks at them. 

Sukuna puts Yuuji down, then crouches down in front of the cat. Then claps loudly. 

It doesn't flinch. 

He looks over his shoulder, staring up at Yuuji. "She's fucking deaf." 

Yuuji smiles, and with the help of Sukuna's shoulder, sits on his shins to pet her. 

Sukuna goes into the kitchen to make breakfast. 

Another fucking day in their household. 

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Yuuji stays in bed. 

Sukuna does too. 

They're curled together watching a true crime documentary about Gojo. He's jealous of how his teacher looks, the same bright white hair, but it's longer now. Similar to how his friend Geto wore it. 

"What are you going to do when I die?" He's half asleep, Sukuna's body runs warm. 

"You aren't." 

Yuuji laughs. "All humans die." 

"Not my human." 

"So you're claiming me now? Should have married me then." Megumi had a beautiful wedding. He was low key jealous that he'd never have that. 

"We share blood. What would marriage prove?" Dexter is curled on his neck. The overweight cat continues to think it's a kitten. 

The doctor said she was fine. Just old age. 

Yuuji shrugs. "I want to tell people I love you." 

Sukuna groans. "But I don't love you." 

"Maybe not in the human way." Mumbles Yuuji. 

Sukuna didn't have a response. 

They stay silent after that. Sukuna only leaves the bed once to make some hot cocoa for Yuuji. "Don't make a mess." He warns before putting Dexter back in her spot. 

The following morning, when Yuuji is pouring his coffee, Sukuna comes up behind him and asks a question. 

Resting his hand on Yuuji's waist. "If we get married, it'll be traditional. That western shit is an eye sore." 

Yuuji takes a sip. But backs his hips back slightly against his demon's cock. "What's the catch?" 

He laughs into Yuuji's white hair. "You haven't forgotten how to bargain." He says. "We're moving." 

Yuuji pauses. Cup still pressed against his lips. "I like the city." 

"It's too fucking loud and you barely visit the school anymore as a mentor." 

But everything is so close. Sukuna's going to want them isolated behind some fancy gate. 

"That's not fair." 

Sukuna backs up. Yuuji puts his cup down before turning around. 

"You've been wanting to get married since forever, I offered it up and now you pussy out!" He's heaving. His arms are spread wide in frustration. 

Yuuji stays calm. "I said it's not fair. That's not a no." 

Sukuna looks unconvinced. 

"I just don't want to be on a mountain. I still want to be within walking distance of a store." 

"Mountains are nice." Sukuna urges. 

"I'm old." 

"But not dead." 

Yuuji grabs his hand. "Not yet." 

"You won't." Sukuna mutters. 

Yuuji ignores him. "Let's get married in the Spring." 

Sukuna blinks at him. "I was thinking that too." 

He's being honest. 

Yuuji pulls Sukuns close. He wants a kiss since the asshole doesn't have a ring for him. "Kiss me." 

Sukuna does. He kisses his human in all the best ways. With softness, with want and with some annoyance when Yuuji ruins the moment with words. 

"You love me." He whispers against his lips. 

Sukuna grabs a handful of Yuuji's ass with both hands. "In a non-human way."

AO3

#sukaita #sukayuu #sukuna #jjk itadori #jjk fanfic #jjk #jujustu kaisen

[afairytalestray]

Tuggoffelees 1 and Black&White Family 2

I can’t believe I’ve gotten to Part 3 of this series and I’m only now mentioning my favourite ship of all time! Tuggoffelees, my OTP, my beloved. As always, all hcs in this series will be pre-canon, if we accept the musical as the present day canon. Here’s my take on how Misto’s relationship with Tugger and with his half siblings develops :) (consistent tense usage? I don’t know her) (masterpost here!)

Tugger was totally enamoured by Mistoffelees from day one. They didn’t meet until after Munkustrap and Demeter’s ball (the one after Bomba/Demeter/Misto’s arrival in the Junkyard, which Misto skipped due to still fearing the other Cats), when Tugger happens across Misto dancing and practising his magic in a quiet corner by himself. For the first time in his life, the Rum Tum Tugger is rendered speechless, and just sits and watches in silent awe for like half an hour until Misto realises he’s there. Misto is initially very wary of Tugger, having heard about his flirty and flighty nature, but Tugger is so warm and genuine in his admiration of Misto’s abilities that he struggles to see what the stories were on about. The two immediately bond. They both have very great fears of violence and abandonment by family members/Macavity, which allow them to feel comfortable with one another and understand each other on a deep level better than anyone else in very little time. 

Misto, despite his own massive crush, is extremely oblivious to Tugger’s true feelings for him for a long time; after all, in what universe would the most popular and attractive Cat in the tribe see weird, skittish little him as anything more than a friend? But Tugger thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, and despite his fickle tendencies, is doggedly determined when he decides on something. He can’t put his finger on what exactly Misto makes him feel right away, but he knows that it’s good. He at first only recognises it as a weird and confusing desire to spend all his time only with him, and only after someone else points out that he’s not been up to his usual flirty shenanigans in a while. He struggles to explain it; since he’s one of the only ones Misto is able to talk to at that point, he’s one of the only ones who sees him for the fun, warm, and high-key sassy tom he is behind the shyness. It took a very long (and naturally embarrassing) talk with his father to help him work out what exactly he was feeling, and at Old Deuteronomy’s advice he resolved to pursue a serious relationship with Misto. It takes a while, partially because Misto seems to be immune to all Tugger’s best moves (read: oblivious to their real intention and therefore assumes he’s joking), and also because Tugger gets all heart-eyed and tongue-tied whenever Misto smiles at him - the usually suave rockstar Cat becomes a pile of goo.  After all his moves fail, Tugger is at a loss of what to do. In the end, he manages it completely by accident.

Misto is a perfectionist and extremely prone to over-working. Tugger’s insistence on being close by/helping him practise is the only reason he doesn’t wipe out basically all the time. Tugger finds him one evening when he’s pushed himself too far, exhausted and aching and barely able to walk. Tugger’s den is closer, so he picks him up and carries him back there - Misto is asleep long before Tugger lays him down on the blankets. He’s kinda mad - half at Misto for ignoring his own limits, half at himself for not being there to help him - but struggles to stay angry with him when he’s very clearly in pain. He confronts him the next day, which confuses Misto, who’s not really used to having people care about him the way Tugger does. Misto questions why it’s bothering Tugger so much, which prompts him to angrily blurt out that it sucks so much to see someone you love hurt themself like that and not seem to care. He doesn’t realise what he’s saying until he’s said it. It hangs in the air awkwardly for a few moments before Tugger throws caution to the wind and launches into a full confession of his feelings for him. He gets on a roll and doesn’t stop until Misto kisses him (in so learning that that is the best and only guaranteed way to shut Tugger up). From there things develop very quickly. To exactly no one’s surprise they become the youngest mated pair in Jellicle memory at the next ball. Old D bawls like a kitten he’s so happy. 

Tugger and Mistoffelees grew very close very quickly, which did wonders for Misto’s confidence and both of their self-esteem. It did, however, also strain Alonzo and Tugger’s already rocky relationship to near breaking point. Alonzo, having learned of Misto’s story and his mother’s death, feels incredibly guilty for turning away from him. He becomes jealous of how quickly Tugger was able to get close to Misto while he still struggles to even get him to talk to him, and thinks Tugger is an obnoxious bad influence and warns Misto against him. Tugger is normally fairly easygoing and happy to let rumours roll off him like water off a duck’s back, he even sometimes enjoys them and encourages them if he thinks they’re amusing. However, this he takes personally, and very seriously (as he will with any disparagement of his relationship with Misto, or suggestion that he doesn’t take it seriously). Tugger feels very protective of Misto, knowing very well the pain of being on the receiving end of his eldest brother’s rage, and of their blossoming relationship; he asserts that Alonzo should have gone after Misto when his mother attacked him, and that it’s Alonzo’s own damn fault he doesn’t have a relationship with Misto and it’s got nothing to do with Tugger. It becomes a very sore point of contention between the two of them.

Once Misto is more comfortable in himself and who he is, he begins to slowly build a bond with his half siblings. He becomes more comfortable with Victoria quickly, they both enjoy hanging out without really communicating, just enjoying each other’s company in peace. Victoria is deaf. She can lip-read, but Misto is very determined to learn sign language, and when he gets reasonably competent at that it becomes their main method of communication.

Alonzo is a lot trickier, the poor guy still feels so guilty. Misto holds no resentment towards him at all, he’s really happy Alonzo doesn’t hate him and totally understands why he couldn’t see him back then when everything was still fresh and painful for him - he doesn’t blame him at all. But he can’t seem to get that into Alonzo’s head. Every time it comes up all Alonzo can think about is that if he had just been more mature/compassionate/accepting back then Misto wouldn’t have gone through everything he did. 

Alonzo now desperately wants a relationship with his little brother, but his guilt makes it so he struggles horribly at communicating with him and is awkward around him, which in turn makes Misto nervous and uncomfortable (even more than he generally was at that time), which makes it even worse for poor Lonz. He becomes very protective of Misto as he feels like it’s the only thing he can now do for him (if he didn’t do it before then he’ll sure as hell make up for it now). This, unfortunately, tends to result in him getting into fights. He and Tugger have been and always will be chalk and cheese, but he also argued with his mother and now refuses to speak to her. When Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer arrived in the Junkyard, freshly escaped from Macavity and seeking refuge, it really freaked Misto out, and Alonzo immediately took a very hard stance against them and wouldn’t give them a chance. He got into a physical fight with Bombalurina that had to be broken up by Munkustrap when she wouldn’t let him close to her den (where Misto and Demeter had holed up). He has now begrudgingly accepted the twins, but keeps his guard up around them. 

As his and Misto’s relationship improved, the awkwardness ended up dissipating completely and the two became quite close. The protectiveness, however, never did go away. It toned down a lot, but at any given moment Alonzo is always ready and willing to throw hands for his little brother and sister.

#another long one #cats the musical #my headcanons #tuggoffelees #mr mistoffelees #the rum tum tugger #Alonzo #victoria #happiness is stored in the family hcs #even the angsty ones #especially the angsty ones

[thespottedcreature]

Marvel preference: Pets

Tony: Let's face it, Tony can barely take care of his own needs, let alone the ones of a pet. He's always busy, and Pepper has told him multiple times that NO, she will not take care of a dog in addition to Tony, the company and about a million other things she has to take care of. So Tony decided to build himself a mechanic dog, but due to Peter and Clint changing the plans as a joke, it turned out to be a bunny as Tony was half asleep as he built it.

Not to worry, Fluffy (yes, Peter named him), is a beloved mascot of the Avengers, and sort of a guard dog for the base. Because even if he looks like a lop-eared bunny and is the size of a loaf of bread, he carries a mean kick. And by a mean kick, I mean enough ammunition to change a fully equipped tank into a holey hunk of metal. And best yet, he is basically indestructible. Well, the Hulk could crush him but when his fist was about to go down on to do it, he froze and muttered "Hulk not hurt bunny." and went to destroy one of Tony's suits. But that's a story for another day. 

Steve: Steves pet is a gift from Tony, and it's a parrot called Captain (no, Tony did not name him, he came with the name but Tony thinks it is hilarious). He's not just any parrot but one that has lived in a bar for the beginning of its life and as a result, it curses like a pirate. A really bad mouthed pirate. Steve is very fond of his pet, as he could never even go close to birds before the serum because of well... asthma and allergies etc. Now he can, but sometimes he wishes his parrot had a cleaner mouth.

He's working on training it not to curse as much, but the training is not going very well. Mostly because Clint likes to sneak into Steves room and teach the parrot new (bad) words and encourage it to curse more. Steve is to yet to find out.

Bucky: Bucky has a dalmatian dog called Popcorn. She was firstly owned by an animal hoarder and didn't see the outside for the first two years of its life, so she's very hyper. Like jumps-up-the-walls -hyper. She has light brown patches on her skin, hence the name. (Also, it was inspired by the way she moves. Like a popped popcorn, totally unpredictable where it will go and fully charged with of energy)

The whole team takes part in making sure that she gets to let out her energy. In addition to the high-quality dog walker Tony hired, she trains on the stairs with Clint, does tricks with Peter, plays fetch with Thor, he also runs for hours with Bucky, Steve, and Nat in turns, who are the only ones with high enough stamina to keep up with her endless energy. (Sam claims that he does not like Popcorn, and therefore does not run with her, Bucky knows that it's bullcrap because he caught him watching Lassie with her the other week while curled up on the couch. He can't wait to rub it in Sam's face when the right moment comes.)

Thor: Thor does not have pets, but you do. A big Samoyed dog named Thor. 

Loki: Loki claims that he does not need or want pets because they are "pathetic mortal stuff". But everyone in the tower knows that he has a goldfish called Destroyer. Enough said.

Pietro: No pets. No animal can keep up with his speed. But he has always wanted to race a cheetah.

Bruce: Bruce has a lazy Persian cat called Matthew who lives at the lab. And I mean lazy, nothing will move him if he wants to sleep. Want your notes that are under him? Forget it. Need to use the microscope he happens to be laying in front of? Not gonna happen. Hulk making an appearance? He will not care. He will just open his eye a smidge to see what the hell is interrupting his sleep and go back to sleep.

Peter plays a game of "how many paper cups I can make a pyramid of on top of him before he moves and it collapses." At the moment, the record is one hundred and thirty-seven. Next time Peter's going for two hundred and he will bring a ladder. And Clint to help him with it.

Sam: He’s not a fan of animals. You own a leopard gecko, named Macy. She’s a bit of a old lady, being but she’s still lively and happy.

Stephen: No pets. You beg him nearly daily that you could get a dog, but so far, he's not giving in to your puppy dog eyes and constant begging. 

Clint: He found a completely white kitten with blue eyes from the shelter, and upon asking more about him, he learned that the kitten was deaf. To cut the long story short, he was home with Clint the next day. Even Nat isn't completely immune to Ghost's cuteness. Ghost and Popcorn (Bucky's dog) are best pals and Popcorn will go above and beyond to protect her little friend.

Peter P.: You own three hamsters named Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. Peter is super jealous, he has no pets as May is allergic but you always let him play with your pet trio. 

Peter Q.: Peter found a gray cat while he was cruizing space and thought it would be a perfect surprise for you. It was, and even more so when she ate a burglar that tried to force you out of the apartment. Upon asking the Avengers for help, Thor declared that it was a flerken. You still loved her with all your heart and refused to part with her, even if the others said she was dangerous. Her name is Hermione.

T'Challa: No pets.

Eddie/Venom: You cannot keep pets in the same apartment Venom is in, it is just impossible. So no pets. You tried a goldfish once, but it was gone the next morning, even after telling Venom not to eat it multiple times, so you decided to give up. 

Nat: She owns a completely black ferret, and the little critter carries the name Bullet. She’s feisty like her momma.

Wanda: Wanda has a black and white cat called Pippin. She's a Ragdoll and she is an absolute lovebug and loves to cuddle with everyone. She is almost constantly purring and she spends most of her days walking around the tower to see if anyone would pet her. If you are doing pushups you can be damn sure that she is sitting on your back, purring in a few minutes. No exceptions. Napping on the couch? Soon you have a purring roll next to your head. Or arm. Or leg. Wherever there is room.

A/n: I’m clearing my book list in Wattpad and an ancient volume of Marvel oneshots and found this and a couple of other works there, and I’m posting them here. But they will probably be my only Marvel ones I will write.

I will post a few probably today.

#marvel preferences #venom x reader #natasha romanov x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #t’challa x reader #peter quill x reader #peter parker x reader #sam wilson x reader #bruce banner x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #clint barton x reader #stephen strange x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki x reader

[morimakesfanart]

(13) do you read manhwa if you do what is you're favourite? (14) What's the craziest and wildest thing that you've ever done?(15) If you had to live on an island, what 3 things would you take with you? (16) What Pets Did You Have While You Were Growing Up? (17) What’s Your Favorite Day Of The Year? (18) How Do You Relax After A Hard Day Of Work? (19)What's Your Favorite Disney Movie? (20)What’s The Most Useless Talent You Have?

13) OMGOSH I am reading so many!! I've got a favorite for everyday of the week. I'll put whatever is tying for first. (These are the official English Titles) (These are just the manwa. I also read a bunch of comics from other places)

Monday - The Little Rabbit and the Big Bad Leopard (Tapas), A Contract Concubine (Tappytoon)

Tuesday - A Wicked Tale of Cinderella's Stepmother (Tapas),

Wednesday- Touch my Little Brother and You're Dead (Tappytoon), The Villainess Deserves to Die (Tapas)

Thursday - Dutchess of Debauchery (Lezin)

Friday - Waiting Where the Shooting Star Falls (Tapas), I Shall Master this Family (Tapas)

Saturday - Falcon Princess (Tapas), Like Wind on a Branch (Webtoon), Men of the Harem (Webtoon), Your Throne (Webtoon)

Sunday - The Fantasie of a Stepmother (Tapas)

(you guys have no idea how many ads I watch to read some of these. I'll have my phone just running ads while I work on things.)

14) The most dangerous thing I've done was probably give emergency first-aid to a child when I was a counselor. We didn't have enough gloves to protect everyone and I was the only person who could get him to stop crying while we cleaned his gash and put on a temporary bamdage. He ended up needing stitches. It's dangerous because blood carries disease.

The craziest/more shocking things I did were in middle school (ages 11&12). There were a group of boys that were bullies to me and my friends. They would verbally abuse us, and vandalize my things. I ended up fighting back a few times. I even gave one a black eye. I found out years later that at least two of them had a crush on me throughout the years, and were the types of boys "to bully the girl they like." It just made me hate them. Those are stories I wouldn't mind telling at some point but they deserve a post all on their own. -Wait!! Trying to take justice into my own hands was definitely a bad habit I had when I was young. XD

15) If I was going to a deserted island I'd bring a tactical shovel, a pot or something I can cook and boil water in, and benedryl (in case I have an allergic reaction to something).

16) I've had a bunch of cats and one beta fish named Fishy (I'm super good at names UwU).

The cat my parents had when I was born was a long haired taby named Tiger. A year after he passed away, my dad brought home a kitten that looked like he was wearing a tuxedo and gloves. We named him Rascal, but normally called him Ru-ball. When I was 8ish I got a calico kitten that I named Princess. She lives only in my room for the first 6 months, so I could learn to take care of her and so Rascle could get used to her smell. She ended up liking my mom the most and started mimicking her voice, so my cat sounded like a chain-smoker trying to mimc my mom's nasally voice. A few years later my sibling got Shadow, a small black kitten, but he died of feline leukemia about 1.5 years later.

We ended up taking care of some strays: Rusty, Momo, and Memers. Rusty and Momo were both orange boys. Momo was deaf. Memers was a small grey young boy that followed Momo everywhere. Rusty turned out to be a neighbor's cat that spent most of his time outside.

Our current cats are General Coconut (Coco), Captain Neapolitan Anderson (Neo), and Corporal Marzipan (Marmar). We got all of them as kittens at the same time. Coco is younger than the other 2 by about 3 months, and she stayed small even after growing up. Neo is the biggest. Coco and Neo are both black cats with small white tuffs on their chest. Neo and Marmar we're labeled as brothers so we had to get them together. Marmar seems to be a Norwegian Forest Cat.

Coco is the one looking at the camera. The nickname for the group of them is Catfectionaries because their names are all based on dessert food/ingredients.

17) I don't have a specific date that's my favorite. But I like days that are a little cool with warm sunshine. They're really nice for taking walks. I also like to walk in summer rain storms and like sitting on the porch and watch the lightning.

18) When I get stressed I like to drink something vanilla. I like vanilla black tea with a little white sugar, and vanilla chai milk tea with cinnamon the most. Sometimes I make hot chocolate with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. If I need something cold I'll get A&W Root beer or a cream soda and make it a float with vanilla ice cream. The process of making the beverage is a part of what helps me relax. If I'm wound up, I'll start my exercise routine early.

19) When I was a baby my favorite Disney movie was apparently 101 Dalmatians. Then until I was 6 it was Beauty and the Beast. Then Aladdin tied with it for my favorite. Now my favorite might be Tangled.

20) My most useless talent is probably how flexible I am. I did ballet and other forms of dance for 13 years, so I'm very flexible. I still do stretches, but I'm not as flexible as I used to be. I have no use for it now that I have a desk job XD

#mori answered #long post

[magical-marvelous-mistoffelees]

My Cats headcannons that nobody asked for

Any content is good content, in my opinion. Please enjoy and remember everyone has different ideas and opinions!

General

Most of the Jellicle are outdoor cats, and have human homes. However, they all spend a lot of time in the junkyard, and some even choose to also have dens there. 

Victoria

She is Mistoffelees’ sister, and is mute/partially deaf.

She is not magical like her brother, or psychic like Coricopat and Tantomile, but she and Misto have always been able to understand each other, even without speaking.

She gave Quaxo the nickname Mistoffelees. (More on that below)

Her mate is Plato.

Both she and Misto were not born directly into the tribe, but they are still Jellicles. Bustopher brought them to the tribe after their mother died, because he even though he loves them, he could not care for them himself.

Grizabella

Grizabella’s kits are Demeter and Bomba.

The reason she was exiled was because when Macavity attacked the junkyard, several years before the present time, he also attacked her and her kits. Grizabella only defended herself and allowed him to take Demeter, who wasn’t an adult yet or necessarily capable of fighting for herself. 

She left with her head held high, thinking she’d be just as successful anywhere else.

Spoiler alert, she wasn’t.

Old D

Munkustrap, Macavity, and Tugger are all his sons.

If Jellicles have up to nine lives, or can only be reborn 8 times, then this is his last life. He knows this, and has only told his sons. Macavity can use this information to his advantage, to possibly attack Old D and finish him off or ambush when Munk is supposed to take over, to take over for himself. This worries his Munk and Tugger, but Old D has faith that Macavity wouldn’t do that to even his own father.

His brother his Gus (after seeing the national tour, nobody can fight me on this).

Macavity

Was exiled after developing his magic in secret and using it to wreck havoc. He burned a good portion of the junkyard and the field behind it, let large, dangerous rats sneak into the junkyard, and tried to fight other Jellicles for no good reason. Old D could not reason with Macavity, and had to banish him for the safety of the tribe.

Stole Demeter when she was still a young kitten, only a few months away from being considered an adult. Initially she was going to be held for ransom, or some sort of trade, but he took special interest in her.

Can change his appearance from dusty ginger tabby to black with dark ginger tufts, similar to how Misto can go from black with white markings to almost fully black. (Basically think 1998 costume compared to the 2016 costume).

Munkustrap

Secretly, Munk is jealous of Tugger’s life. Tugger just gets to strut around and be lazy, whilst he is always working. He is almost envious of all the attention Tugger gets for doing nothing.

Watches over any new Jellicles for the first few months after they join the tribe, and all but officially adopts any new kits that join. Usually an older queen will take care of any new kittens not born into the tribe, but Munk is always around, making sure they’re okay.

The oldest in his litter.

Hates fighting Macavity, because they are brothers, but will do anything to protect his tribe.

Though he’s always exasperated with Tugger’s bullshit, he would kill for his younger brother.

Demeter is his mate, and Jemima is their daughter.

Rum Tum Tugger

Secretly jealous of Munkustrap’s life, because Munk is well respected and strong, while Tugger only has his looks and his ego.

BICON

“Rum Tum Tugger doesn’t care for a cuddle” my ass. He will never admit it, but he adores physical attention of any sort. The only people who know this are his humans, Misto, Old D, Bomba, and Munk. Tugger is unaware that Munk knows this, and Munk will never tell him (to protect Tugger’s ego, of course).

His best friends are Bomba and Misto (who is also his mate).

Tugger’s humans love rock and roll, and hearing rock music around his house and seeing pictures of rockstars inspired his whole act.

Was originally the runt of his litter. He always was (and always will be) very curious, but when he was a kit he was weak and small. He grew up to be a lot bigger, but isn’t as strong as many believe he is. He can hold his own in a fight, due to his size and muscle, but he’s not a trained fighter, and isn’t very agile.

Very insecure about this, and much of his arrogance/ego comes from faking it for so long that it just became a part of him. He loves attention, but worries that he isn’t enough and that people only love him for his outward rockstar persona.

Don’t get me wrong, he can still sometimes be a conceited bitch. But he isn’t shallow.

Quaxo/Mistoffelees

His sister is Victoria, and they seem to have some sort of telepathic way of communicating with each other.

His given name was Quaxo, but one day, he started referring to himself as Mistoffelees. When asked why, he would just say Victoria gave him the magical nickname. No one understands really why or how, but they don’t question it.

Before his number in during the ball, everyone assumed his powers were simple, just tricks of light or occasional levitation. Only Victoria, Old D, and Tugger knew his full capabilities beforehand.

Speaking of Tugger, he and Tugger used to hate each other. Tugger thought he was stuck up and cold, and he thought Tugger was arrogant and stupid. However, one day, Tugger was bothering Misto out of boredom. Wanting to go practice his magic, Misto told Tugger to leave him alone and not to follow him. Tugger obviously followed him (because no one tells him what he can’t do!) and saw Mistoffelees’ true magical capabilities. Tugger was fascinated and quickly took interest in the magic cat. Their friendship grew from there; Tugger realized that Misto was actually pretty badass and understanding, and Misto realized Tugger could be sweet and thoughtful. They later became mates, which, at that point, wasn’t a surprise to anyone. They practically spent all of their time together. Both cats put on a persona on the outside (Tugger being cocky, Misto being aloof), but they support and understand each other when in each other’s company, alone.

Tugger and Misto live in the same human home. Tugger invited Misto to live in with his humans, because Misto was kicked out of his old home due to his owners blaming him for things going missing, things breaking, and things moving as a result of his magic. He loves living with Tugger, but he misses he sister dearly.

Misto is secretly terrified of his powers, and the possibility of losing control over them. He fears Macavity almost as much as Demeter, because he knows Macavity could target him due to having similar magic to the mystery cat. He also fears his magic becoming deadly and accidentally hurting people.

Bombalurina

Most queens, including the younger ones, love Tugger and are fine with fawning over him, but would never see him as being a suitable mate. All except Bombalurina.

She’s initially jealous of Mistoffelees when he first becomes Tugger’s mate, since she had been Tugger’s friend longer and has had several short flings with him.

Eventually she gets over it, and remains close friends with both of them

Fiercely protective of her sister, they even have dens next to each other, just in case Macavity comes back again one night and they need to protect each other

Skimbleshanks/Jennyanydot

If Munk watches over every new kitten that isn’t born into the tribe, then these two adopt every new outside kitten

They took in Victoria and Misto, after they were brought to the tribe by Bustopher, and even though Jerrie and Teazer were a little older when they came, Skimble and Jenny still act like their parents. Jerrie and Teazer would never admit it, but they are eternally grateful.

Jenny doesn’t particularly trust trains, and she gets worried when Skimble is away for longer than they anticipated.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

The crime twins were saved by Macavity from some pollicles that were set upon them by some humans, after a failed burglary attempt.

This indebted them to Macavity, forcing them to work for him. 

They were caught trying to steal from the junkyard by Munk and Alonzo, but after seeing how overworked, underfed, and just plain terrified they were, they were basically adopted on the spot.

They care deeply for everyone in the tribe, and want more than anything to be accepted and included. However, they are both very independent, due to years of only having each other, and many Jellicles, especially the older ones, are wary around them.

Tugger, Skimble, Jenny, and Munk would all die for the twins. 

They live in a super wealthy home, and were last minute Christmas presents. They were practically grabbed off of the street and taken in, but they don’t mind because it gives them shelter and Macavity doesn’t usually go near Victoria Grove.

What do you guys think? Should I post more of these? Expand and talk more about any specific headcannon? Talk about other characters? I hope you enjoyed!

#cats #cats musical #cats na tour 6 #mr mistoffelees #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #old deuteronomy #grizabella #bombalurina #demeter #gus #rumepleteazer #mungojerrie #bustopher jones #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots #victoria #macavity #tuggoffelees #my post

[etlunainmorte]

💛 I See My Future Before Me 💛

***

“Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

You know all you have to do is call,

And I’ll be there, yeah!

You’ve got a friiieeennnddd!”

“Where did you learn that song, anyway?”

Griffon glanced at you, a strange glint of mischief in his yellow eyes. “Ye really wanna know, huh, sweet pea?” He asked in a low and mysterious kind of tone that made you sweat nervously.

“Yes.” You managed to say, turning away from the demonic bird and focusing on your way instead.

You have just escaped Nero and made your way to the opposite side of the Dreadnought. You were so sure that you were getting close to your goal because the voice that was calling you for the past few hours was actually getting louder. But, somehow, you felt like it wasn’t a good sign, at all. You chose not to mention it to Griffon and, instead, made him sing that one song again.

The bird cleared his throat and spoke in a narrative kind of way. “You see, in one of our travels to America, there was this old lady who kept blasting that song near our tent in endless loops. The next day, V developed an incurable LSS of Carole King. And he passed it on to me.”

You gulped, feeling the blood leave your face. The mere mention of the poet’s name sent you back to your tensed state that you suddenly felt stressed and depressed all over again.

And yet, hearing that he could easily be affected by Last Song Syndrome just like any other normal person,…

… your heart simply ached just thinking about it.

“I shouldn’t have asked that.” You regretfully answered.

“WELL, YA FUCKIN’ ASKED FOR IT!”

All of a sudden, you felt a strange movement on the ground beneath your feet. At first, it was only some kind of a light tremor but, seconds later, it gradually became something that was similar to an earthquake.

You struggled to stay on your feet, waiting for the violent tremors to subside when you heard a cracking noise.

It happened too fast: the ground cracking and splitting, showing the ground beneath the Dreadnought, itself, and letting the strong wind enter the demonic mechanism.

And in utter horror, you saw, and realized, that ShiShi had actually took off, bringing you thousands of miles off the ground, away from the city and from the rest of the commissioned Devil Hunters who were still fighting the massive horde below.

“Oh, no,…” you muttered, feeling sick due to the height.

“Watch out!” Griffon shrieked as he took hold of your arm to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. He pulled you with enough force and made you stumble backwards, safe and away from the edge.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

“Look over there!” The bird gestured at the other end of the room with his wing, pointing at an indistinguishable dark mass that suddenly appeared from a corner.

“Another Demon?” You questioned as you carefully stood.

“I don’t want to find out.” The bird answered in both dismay and fatigue, still feeling the stress of his battle against the shape shifter half an hour earlier.

The dark mass stayed there across the room for a brief moment, until it slowly gained height, trembling and glowing with strange blue and crimson lights as it did so.

“What’s happening?” You uttered nervously as you drew your rapier in response to its erratic movement.

Griffon narrowed his eyes at it, realizing in an instant the nature of the enemy you two were going to deal with. “I have a hunch.”

“What is it?”

“Ah,… (Y/N)?”

“Yes?” You replied, turning to the bird with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I die here, promise me you’ll run away from here as fast as you can.”

Your eyes widened and your heart felt like it abruptly stopped beating. You fully turned towards the familiar, feeling confusion, worry, and fear for him.

“What are you talking about? We’re partners! We’re gonna get through this!”

“No! YOU’RE gonna get through this! Not me!”

“Stop saying that! You can’t even die! You just turn into an orb thing!”

“Not this time, (Y/N).”

That sounded really bad. Griffon was calling you by your name and not by the nickname he gave you.

He was dead serious.

You looked back at the mass as it slowly morphed into a kind of creature that resembled a human figure, then back at the demonic bird.

“Please, stop making jokes.” You pleaded, wishing and praying for some kind of miracle to save Griffon from whatever he was talking about.

“STOP BEING SO STUBBORN, WOMAN! Look, I’ am not the only one who gained additional abilities during our travels with V. Shadow did, too!”

“Shadow?” You stammered, unable to believe what you just heard. You glanced back at the dark mass and noticed, in total fear, how it successfully morphed into a beautiful human girl with different colored - eyes: the right one blue and the left one crimson.

And she was looking at you with those empty eyes, like she felt nothing for you, at all,…

“Yeah, and she’s out to kill us,…” the bird calmly said as he flew, positioning himself between you and the other familiar. “Play your cards well, (Y/N). I’ll buy you enough time to escape.”

“I JUST CAN’T LEAVE YOU HERE! I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO MURDER EACH OTHER!”

“FUCK! STOB BEING ANNOYING FOR ONCE, WILL YA?! AND GROW THE FUCK UP!”

“GRIFFON, DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Griffon screamed as he hastily grabbed your shoulders with his talons and threw you away from the room just in time when Shadow closed the distance between her and him with horrifying speed, simultaneously morphing into a mass of black liquid that engulfed the bird.

You looked behind you and saw the two clashing against each other - Shadow trying to dominate and imprison Griffon, and Griffon releasing powerful electric currents that sometimes freezes Shadow.

You winced in pain at the sight of the two, thinking of the times they were still the best of pals - partners of V who protected him at all costs.

But, Griffon made his choice, and that was to protect you against Shadow and the poet, himself. He broke his contract with V and followed you despite knowing that he’ll pay with his life for his actions.

Despite everything, Griffon, the demonic bird, chose to follow his instincts in the face of great danger and remained loyal to them.

You stood up, still hearing the painful battle near you and took a step forward,…

“HOW ABOUT BEATING SOME SENSE INTO SHAKESPEARE INSTEAD, HUH, YOU OVERSIZED KITTEN?!” Griffon quipped as he dodged another set of arrows that Shadow threw at him. “BECAUSE KILLING THAT ANNOYING CHICK DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE, AT ALL!”

Shadow morphed back into a human girl and hissed angrily at him.

“Eurgh, still can’t speak, eh?” Griffon insulted as he prepared for another attack. He released a streak of blinding electricity that landed on the ground in the shape of a V.

Shadow, still in the form of a little girl, went down on all fours, charged forward, and dodged the moving currents, successfully evading them. She was about to scratch Griffon with her long and deadly claws when she suddenly stopped. Her shoulders slumped, and she slightly opened her mouth in total bewilderment.

Then, it came: a veil of white light that crawled on the ground and took hold of Shadow’s feet. Another wave of this veil - like light rapidly crawled on the ground and made her scream, covering her ears as if something was shattering her eardrums.

Like that one time with the Electric Furies when they became deaf due to an unknown force.

“What in the - ?” Griffon muttered as he turned to the left and saw you standing before them. “YOU STUPID - I TOLD YOU TO ESCAPE!”

“I can’t let my friends die like this.” You declared, shaking your head in defiance. “Not today.”

You held up your shield and pressed a button on the neck, making a long steel spike protrude out of its endpin. The steel spike extended and reached the ground, piercing the moist, fleshy soil.

“You’ve been a very bad kitty.” You told Shadow as she noticed you. She charged towards you, animal instincts and all, with the pure intention of fatally wounding you.

You knew she would do it, she was just so predictable. With an ounce of both courage and guilt, you drew your rapier and practically slammed it against the four steel strings of the shield, making the it vibrate. A form of electricity ran through the steel spike down to the ground where it connected, sending the same veil of light towards Shadow and making her howl in pain.

Griffon, who can’t hear the awful sound coming from the shield, at all, flew to where you were and witnessed how Shadow started writhing in unbelievable pain.

“Stay with me.” You instructed the bird as you held the rapier up once more, instantly ending Shadow’s torture. She noticed this and made another effort to charge at you.

However, you were much faster as you slammed the rapier against the strings again but, this time, you did it twice. The veil of light that crawled towards V’s familiar became bigger, engulfing the creature, imprisoning it, and making it writhe even more in pain.

“I’m sorry, girl,…” You whispered, feeling the ache in your heart for the cat as you raised the rapier for the third time. “Chickee, get behind me!”

“AYE!” Griffon obeyed as he took hold of your shoulders tightly.

Seeing that the bird was safe, you brought down the rapier against the strings for the last time, swiped it across like a real bow to a violin, and waved the weapon. Electric currents ran all over the shield, and a second later, it radiated a blinding kind of light that engulfed the whole, dismal room. After that, a strong form of hot light blasted from the shield and made its way towards Shadow, making her human form collapse.

But, she was very steadfast. She made one last effort to attack you, reaching out a murderous claw until she finally stopped, her body morphing back to her feline form but, only smaller.

When the blinding light subsided, you pressed the button on the neck of the shield, retracting the steel spike. You took hold of your weapons with one hand as you strode towards Shadow, who was reduced to the form of a tiny, helpless kitten.

“Aww, ain’t ya the cutest?!” Griffon squeaked at the sight of the mewling and trembling familiar.

You grabbed the familiar by her nape with your free hand and looked straight into her blue and crimson eyes.

“Yeah. The cutest troublemaker.” You answered as you carried her close to your stomach to make her warm.

“I can’t believe it! We defeated Shadow’s lethal form!” Griffon screeched in delight. “Eh, (Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did ya stay? You could’ve escaped like what Shakespeare and I always do.”

You chuckled at what he just confessed. “You, running away from the enemy? I thought you’re better than that.”

“You see, it’s always better to run away! Shakespeare and I like to exist, you know. So, we escaped a lot of trouble and refused to die like heroes!”

“Oh but, you chose to be heroic earlier.”

If demonic birds could even become flustered, you were sure that Griffon would be so red in the face at that moment.

“W - we, I mean, I CHANGED! Got a problem with that?!”

“And what changed you?”

All of a sudden, the entity’s words went back to Griffon like it was only yesterday.

And to be perfectly honest, he held onto those words and owned it like a personal mantra of some sort.

It helped him see through the lies of that Fleminger person.

And it made him realize who he really was without the help of V.

“Don’t ask!” The bird grumpily lied. “And don’t think it’s because of you!”

You chuckled in response, making the bird squawk in annoyance.

“I stayed because that’s what friends do.” You answered, making the bird stop being loud. “They got each other’s backs and protect each other.”

There was silence for a brief moment, and when the avian familiar spoke once more, you were absolutely sure that you just heard tears from his voice.

“V never told me I’m his friend.” He confessed quietly.

“Eh? I thought you sang You’ve Got A Friend together?”

“Duh, that’s just an empty song.”

“And you clearly don’t know what it means.”

You cleared your throat as you cradled Shadow closer to your chest. And without shame and hesitation, you sang,

“You just call out my name,

And you know wherever I’ am,

I’ll come running to see you again.”

Griffon took this as a cue and sang along with you with the only lines he actually knew.

“Winter, spring, summer, or fall

All you have to do is call,

And I’ll be there, yes I will,

‘Cause you’ve got a friend.”

“Wow, you don’t sound like a cat in heat anymore. But, you still sound awful!”

“I tried,…”

“Friends, it is.” The bird bashfully informed you as he proudly spread his wings.

“Huh? I thought we’re friends already!”

“No, we’re not. I don’t have annoying friends.”

“Pff,…”

As you were about to make your way to another section of the Dreadnought in search for that voice, you felt something crawl beneath your feet. You turned around just in time when a dark spike rose from the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Griffon shrieked as he shielded you from the spike,…

… only for his heart to be pierced by it.

Your eyes wide with fear and your jaw dropped in shock and disbelief, you helplessly watched as the black sentient spike split into two and practically ripped Griffon’s body apart, splattering his guts and demonic blood on your face and on the ground.

“G - g -grif,…” you stuttered as the spike then took hold of the defenseless bird’s limp talons.

But, despite all that pain, you noticed that he, your friend, was still alive,…

“A - ah,… I - i,…”

“T - this,…” Griffon wheezed, the life and vitality from his once gloriously gorgeous golden eyes slowly vanishing. “… is what f - friends are f - for,…”

With an unbelievable force, the pair of spikes threw Griffon to the edge of the room towards the gaping hole that was made earlier due to the sudden quake. You watched in horror as the lifeless body of the once majestic demon bird fall from the Dreadnought, never to be seen again.

Still incapable of speech, you collapsed on the ground, feeling weak in the knees and sick in the stomach. That’s when Shadow the kitten turned into a little volley of spikes on your arms without warning, wounding you. She, then, jumped away from you and merged with the pair of spikes that retreated back to the ground.

You saw the ground pulsate with its movements, and when you caught sight of it once more as it rose from the ground just over the gaping hole, your eyes widened in fear as the spikes merged with the same human form of the Shadow you faced earlier.

But, this time, the familiar took a more menacing and intimidating look - a dark female knight that stood almost seven feet - tall, the same height as your entity of light.

And, just behind her, was the man himself,…

“Such a waste of great power.” You heard the man as he emerged from the shadows, joining his familiar and tauntingly slamming his cane against his left hand. “Death is a fitting punishment for traitors such as that.”

And he spoke of the loyal familiar as if he was nothing to him!

Griffon - who saved him multiple times and stayed with him before all this happened!

You really wanted to speak out, to lash out at the man who Griffon considered to be a real partner, perhaps a friend, even. But then, your heart just couldn’t take it. Your breathing became even more labored, making you struggle with the air you inhale. You actually started to panic as soon as you realized that the man commanded Shadow to morph into a bridge for him so that he could make his way towards you.

“I’m so glad that my,… little wanderer,… answered my call.” V told you in his seductively silken and low voice as he carefully started to walk. Playing with his metal cane and twirling it, he successfully managed to cross the dark bridge that Shadow made and stopped right in front of you. “Now, if memory serves me right, you promised to protect me at all cost.”

Stop,…

“And that you will always be there when I,… need you.”

Enough,…

“Oh, and, you,… liked me,… yes?”

Please,…

“Now,…” V drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side and showing you his grin. “… I actually want you. No. I need you. Right now.”

You looked up at him with such fury in your eyes.

That’s when you saw,…

… his face, his skin,…

… he’s,…

… falling apart.

V,… was dying.

“What do you say?” The words just rolled out of the poet’s lips like nothing happened.

Like he didn’t hurt you, at all.

Like he didn’t even murder Griffon.

“…”

“Pardon me, for I cannot hear you.” V taunted as he slammed his metal cane on the ground. “You must speak. Louder.”

“NO!” You screamed as you swiftly brought your shield down to the ground, making it radiate with the same blinding light like the one from earlier.

V shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught, and when the light subsided, he noticed that you were already gone.

The poet chuckled.

“You know you can’t escape me.” He insidiously called out to you at the top of his lungs.

You were fortunate that V didn’t see you as you made your way outside the room, running at full speed towards who knew where. You felt a strange kind of pain on your right arm, and when you looked at it, you noticed that Griffon’s contract markings were slowly disappearing, leaving behind some ugly black traces like an age - old scar.

You looked away from your arm, letting your tears fall.

He’s only in stalemate state, right?! You helplessly thought as you aimlessly ran. He’s not really dead, right? He’ll come back to me, right?

The thoughts of your true friend and the sheer denial for what just happened to him made you awfully sick in both mind and body.

You knew deep within your heart that Griffon would no longer return, and that you were fast approaching the moment of your own demise.

All of a sudden, the visions of the white haired man came back to you, of you having a picnic with him, of him playing the violin for you,…

… of you two building a family together.

Lies! They were all,…

… just huge, fucking lies!

You covered your mouth as you sobbed uncontrollably, finding it difficult to believe that the entity inside you, which you have trusted for so long, has given you false dreams of a perfect life and family and actually led you to this very moment of complete darkness and hopelessness,…

***

XXIII

***

Dante watched the Executioner as it fell on the ground, its incredible mass making the ground tremble.

As soon as he realized that the enemy could no longer breathe, the Legendary Devil Hunter allowed himself to collapse on the ground, fatigue, thirst, and hunger all taking a toll on his body.

With heavy breaths, he held up his broken right arm. It got injured a while ago as the Executioner slammed his massive weapon made of wood against it, making Dante fly across the room and breaking said arm in the process.

The man, then, clicked his tongue in annoyance, wincing in pain at the same time as he felt the awful sensation in his heavily wounded legs.

“Oh, man!” Dante exclaimed helplessly.

And who could blame him? The enemies inside Shinano Musashi were just too strong. In fact, stronger than the enemies he faced in the past. It was like the demonic mechanism was giving them power and amplifying them, giving them strange mutations and making them even more dangerous.

He can’t do it like this. He must destroy the Dreadnought, itself. This endless demonic onslaught would never end unless,…

Dante stopped musing for a while as one random thought came to him.

He took out his Rebellion, or what’s left of it after Urizen knocked him out that day, and took a good long look at it.

“If the Yamato could separate man from Demon,…” he asked himself as he glanced at the intricate carvings of the sword. “Then, what about the Rebellion?”

At the sound of his voice, some more Demons that were bigger and more dangerous than the Executioner came forward, all blood lust and violence, longing to end him.

“You never give me a break, do you?!” The man quipped as he hastily stood up, already feeling his injuries heal.

He had to kill them all and get to you as fast as he could.

He came forward, holding the sword up and pointing it at his mid - section.

Now, if his deductions were right regarding the Yamato and the Rebellion, then,…

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#devil may cry 5 #griffon #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 23 #he who protects #revised

[blazehedgehog]

You mentioned May May was sort of a saviour after your previous pet's passing. Will your mother and you manage alright going forward? P.S. Really sorry to read about your special cat moving on :'(

There’s nothing that I can do about it. She was sick, and it was her time.

Would I like another cat? That’s not something I can easily answer right now. I am of two minds.

I’ve never been alone. For as long as I can remember, we’ve always had pets. Always always. When I was born (mid 1980′s), my Mom already had a dog, a miniature poodle named Sugar, and a Peekapoo named Frosty.

Sugar died before I was much older than 4 years old, so I don’t remember much about her. My brother moved in with us (1989, maybe 1990) while we were still living in California, and brought one of his cats, Nocona. He sort of became our cat after my brother moved out. He was a solid black tomcat with bright emerald green eyes. Absolutely beautiful.

When we moved from Cali to Colorado (1991), we brought Nocona and Frosty with us, and while we were staying at our Uncle’s house, one of their cats had a litter of kittens, so we ended up with two we named Babs and Furball. Babs was considered my Mom’s cat, and she was a tiny little orange and black calico, and Furball was mine, and her opposite – a big, slate gray cat with a white tummy and white boots that grew to the size of a Maine Coon.

Nocona, being a former stray, was not a lap cat and not super affectionate, though that gradually started to change over the years. Babs and Furball, given we raised them from newborn kittens, adored us. Nocona would often get jealous and try to establish dominance, until we eventually had him neutered, then he really mellowed out.

Frosty hung on for ages. She was two weeks from her 20th birthday when she died (1997-ish?). She was deaf and blind and eventually senile, but she kept going.

Once she was gone, it was down to just the three cats, which became four cats once our Grandma moved from Nevada to Colorado (1999-ish). She brought with her a tortoise shell calico that my brother had gotten for her named Barbie. Us having Barbie was only meant to be a temporary situation, but she ended up becoming our cat, even though she did NOT get along with the other three.

Most of our cats lived to be a good 10+ years, but eventually all died, and from what we mostly believe to be either stomach cancer or feline AIDS (both very common in cats). I want to say Babs was first, then Nocona, then Furball, over the span of 3-4 years in the early 2000′s. Eventually it was just Barbie.

In 2005 or 2006, a friend of my Aunt’s was moving and needed to get rid of their two dogs and their cat. The plan was that we’d take one dog, but then it became both dogs, and it almost became both dogs and the cat, but we thankfully backed out of that.

We were assured the dogs got along well with cats, for obvious reasons, but that did not end up being the case. We had to keep Barbie quarantined to one half of the house (basement) and the dogs got the run of the other half (up stairs).

The first dog was Bandit, a Shitzu, and we were told he was maybe two years old. Once we had him, he seemed much older, at least 3 or 4, maybe more. The other dog was a black little Pomeranian they named “Shaky Bear” because when he would get excited, he’d shiver. We didn’t like that name, so we started calling him Fozzie. We were told he was a year old, but he also seemed much older than we were lead to believe. We figure they fudged the dog’s ages to get us to take them.

Within a couple years of getting the dogs, Barbie started developing health problems, same as the other cats. That one was actually pretty shocking – with all the other cats, you could tell they were slowing down and that it was their time to go. Barbie was acting totally fine, but suddenly had trouble using the litter box, so we took her in for what I thought was a routine check up and my Mom came out wiping tears, with an empty cat carrier. I still don’t really understand what happened to her, other than my Mom telling me that “she was just old.” And to be fair, we’d had her almost ten years, and my Grandma had her at least two before that, so that was true.

I quickly learned that while I liked dogs, I was definitely a cat person. Cats are chill and easy to take care of. They do their own thing and you do yours. Dogs, especially small dogs like shitzus and pomeranians, are hyperactive, noisy, and require way more maintenance. Dogs are loud frat boys that are always ready to party. Cats are the quiet roommate that sometimes watches a movie with you. Both can be good, but in different ways, and the entire time we had the dogs, I found myself living vicariously by watching videos of Maru.

We didn’t know exactly how old the dogs were, so there was no way to measure their life expectancy. Bandit died in 2011. We’re pretty sure he had a seizure, or a series of seizures, and he went blind and senile within the span of a few months. He’d often have trouble finding his food dish and eventually had trouble standing on his own. He became so senile he’d start have panic attacks, and eventually just stopped wanting to eat. It’s possible he developed canine alzheimers (CCD).

Fozzie died a little over a year later in December of 2012. It was possibly liver failure, but we don’t know. All of our other pets were put down as to not prolong their suffering, but Fozzie actually died in my arms on the way to the vet. Though I was a cat person, Fozzie was such a strong personality that it broke my heart to see him go. We both cried a lot, and speaking personally, it was the first time a pet’s death had ever made me cry. That was a hard year for a lot of other reasons, and emotionally speaking, I have never been the same person since his death.

The house was empty for all of two or three days until our next door neighbor asked if we could take care of her cat for a few months while she found a place to live in California. Instead, she moved to Arizona, got a new Chihuahua, and lived with friends and family (who had pets of their own) for almost a year. It didn’t seem like a good idea for her to take her cat in to an environment like that, so it was decided the cat was ours now.

That cat was May May. I was instantly in love with her, but my Mom tried to keep her distance after what happened to Fozzie. Obviously, that didn’t last forever.

After Fozzie’s death we said no more pets, but we ended up with the cat, sort of against our will. Now that she’s broken our hearts, too, we’ve said that she was it.

I try to think about it logically. When we moved to Nevada a couple years ago, part of the reason it was so difficult to find a place to live is because out of the 100+ places we applied to, a good 80-90% of them were not pet-friendly. Where we’re living right now was essentially the first place that had room for us and said yes to pets, and it took almost 5 months for it to become available.

Not having an animal with us opens up a lot of doors for better places for us to live. Cheaper rent, lower move-in deposits, bigger general availability. We’ll also be saving at least $50 a month on pet supplies. No more special digestive food, no more lugging 20lbs of cat litter up and down a flight of stairs every month. 

But at the same time… May May was the only friend I got to bring with me from Colorado. There will be days now where I will really be truly alone in this apartment for the first time… ever. For literally my entire lifetime, I’ve always had pets by my side, and now I won’t.

And I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a distressing, lonely thing to consider.

Our lease is up next month and we’d hoped to move somewhere better after the holidays rush is over. And once we’re locked in to a place that doesn’t accept pets, that’ll be it.

And there’s a part of me that’s okay with that, and a part of me that really, really isn’t. It’s kind of paralyzing to think about.

I guess we’ll just have to find out what happens by living through it.

#questions #sad #contemplative #pets #Anonymous

[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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"Winter, spring, summer, or fall,

You know all you have to do is call,

And I'll be there, yeah!

You've got a friiieeennnddd!"

"Where did you learn that song, anyway?"

Griffon glanced at you, a strange glint of mischief in his yellow eyes. "Ye really wanna know, huh, sweet pea?" He asked in a low and mysterious kind of tone that made you sweat nervously.

"Yes." You managed to say, turning away from the demonic bird and focusing on your way instead.

You have just escaped Nero and made your way to the opposite side of the Dreadnought. You were so sure that you were getting close to your goal because the voice that was calling you for the past few hours was actually getting louder. But, somehow, you felt like it wasn't a good sign, at all. You chose not to mention it to Griffon and, instead, made him sing that one song again.

The bird cleared his throat and spoke in a narrative kind of way. "You see, in one of our travels to America, there was this old lady who kept blasting that song near our tent in endless loops. The next day, V developed an incurable LSS of Carole King. And he passed it on to me."

You gulped, feeling the blood leave your face. The mere mention of the poet's name sent you back to your tensed state that you suddenly felt stressed and depressed all over again.

And yet, hearing that he could easily be affected by Last Song Syndrome just like any other normal person,...

... your heart simply ached just thinking about it.

"I shouldn't have asked that." You regretfully answered.

"WELL, YA FUCKIN' ASKED FOR IT!"

All of a sudden, you felt a strange movement on the ground beneath your feet. At first, it was only some kind of a light tremor but, seconds later, it gradually became something that was similar to an earthquake.

You struggled to stay on your feet, waiting for the violent tremors to subside when you heard a cracking noise.

It happened too fast: the ground cracking and splitting, showing the ground beneath the Dreadnought, itself, and letting the strong wind enter the demonic mechanism.

And in utter horror, you saw, and realized, that ShiShi had actually took off, bringing you thousands of miles off the ground, away from the city and from the rest of the commissioned Devil Hunters who were still fighting the massive horde below.

"Oh, no,..." you muttered, feeling sick due to the height.

"Watch out!" Griffon shrieked as he took hold of your arm to keep yourself from plummeting to the ground. He pulled you with enough force and made you stumble backwards, safe and away from the edge.

"Thanks." You said, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"Look over there!" The bird gestured at the other end of the room with his wing, pointing at an indistinguishable dark mass that suddenly appeared from a corner.

"Another Demon?" You questioned as you carefully stood.

"I don't want to find out." The bird answered in both dismay and fatigue, still feeling the stress of his battle against the shapeshifter half an hour earlier.

The dark mass stayed there across the room for a brief moment, until it slowly gained height, trembling and glowing with strange blue and crimson lights as it did so.

"What's happening?" You uttered nervously as you drew your rapier in response to its erratic movement.

Griffon narrowed his eyes at it, realizing in an instant the nature of the enemy you two were going to deal with. "I have a hunch."

"What is it?"

"Ah,... (Y/N)?"

"Yes?" You replied, turning to the bird with furrowed eyebrows.

"If I die here, promise me you'll run away from here as fast as you can."

Your eyes widened and your heart felt like it abruptly stopped beating. You fully turned towards the familiar, feeling confusion, worry, and fear for him.

"What are you talking about? We're partners! We're gonna get through this!"

"No! YOU'RE gonna get through this! Not me!"

"Stop saying that! You can't even die! You just turn into an orb thing!"

"Not this time, (Y/N)."

That sounded really bad. Griffon was calling you by your name and not by the nickname he gave you.

He was dead serious.

You looked back at the mass as it slowly morphed into a kind of creature that resembled a human figure, then back at the demonic bird.

"Please, stop making jokes." You pleaded, wishing and praying for some kind of miracle to save Griffon from whatever he was talking about.

"STOP BEING SO STUBBORN, WOMAN! Look, I' am not the only one who gained additional abilities during our travels with V. Shadow did, too!"

"Shadow?" You stammered, unable to believe what you just heard. You glanced back at the dark mass and noticed, in total fear, how it succesfully morphed into a beautiful human girl with different colored - eyes: the right one blue and the left one crimson.

And she was looking at you with those empty eyes, like she felt nothing for you, at all,...

"Yeah, and she's out to kill us,..." the bird calmy said as he flew, positioning himself between you and the other familiar. "Play your cards well, (Y/N). I'll buy you enough time to escape."

"I JUST CAN'T LEAVE YOU HERE! I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO MURDER EACH OTHER!"

"FUCK! STOB BEING ANNOYING FOR ONCE, WILL YA?! AND GROW THE FUCK UP!"

"GRIFFON, DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Griffon screamed as he hastily grabbed your shoulders with his talons and threw you away from the room just in time when Shadow closed the distance between her and him with horrifying speed, simultaneously morphing into a mass of black liquid that engulfed the bird.

You looked behind you and saw the two clashing against each other - Shadow trying to dominate and imprison Griffon, and Griffon releasing powerful electric currents that sometimes freezes Shadow.

You winced in pain at the sight of the two, thinking of the times they were still the best of pals - partners of V who protected him at all costs.

But, Griffon made his choice, and that was to protect you against Shadow and the poet, himself. He broke his contract with V and followed you despite knowing that he'll pay with his life for his actions.

Despite everything, Griffon, the demonic bird, chose to follow his instincts in the face of great danger and remained loyal to them.

You stood up, still hearing the painful battle near you and took a step forward,...

"HOW ABOUT BEATING SOME SENSE INTO SHAKESPEARE INSTEAD, HUH, YOU OVERSIZED KITTEN?!" Griffon quiped as he dodged another set of arrows that Shadow threw at him. "BECAUSE KILLING THAT ANNOYING CHICK DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE, AT ALL!"

Shadow morphed back into a human girl and hissed angrily at him.

"Eurgh, still can't speak, eh?" Griffon insulted as he prepared for another attack. He released a streak of blinding electricity that landed on the ground in the shape of a V.

Shadow, still in the form of a little girl, went down on all fours, charged forward, and dodged the moving currents, succesfully evading them. She was about to scratch Griffon with her long and deadly claws when she suddenly stopped. Her shoulders slumped, and she slightly opened her mouth in total bewilderment.

Then, it came: a veil of white light that crawled on the ground and took hold of Shadow's feet. Another wave of this veil - like light rapidly crawled on the ground and made her scream, covering her ears as if something was shattering her eardrums.

Like that one time with the Electric Furies when they became deaf due to an unknown force.

"What in the - ?" Griffon muttered as he turned to the left and saw you standing before them. "YOU STUPID - I TOLD YOU TO ESCAPE!"

"I can't let my friends die like this." You declared, shaking your head in defiance. "Not today."

You held up your shield and pressed a button on the neck, making a long steel spike protrude out of its endpin. The steel spike extended and reached the ground, piercing the moist, fleshy soil.

"You've been a very bad kitty." You told Shadow as she noticed you. She charged towards you, animal instincts and all, with the pure intention of fatally wounding you.

You knew she would do it, she was just so predictable. With an ounce of both courage and guilt, you drew your rapier and practically slammed it against the four steel strings of the shield, making the it vibrate. A form of electricity ran through the steel spike down to the ground where it connected, sending the same veil of light towards Shadow and making her howl in pain.

Griffon, who can't hear the awful sound coming from the shield, at all, flew to where you were and witnessed how Shadow started writhing in unbelievable pain.

"Stay with me." You instructed the bird as you held the rapier up once more, instantly ending Shadow's torture. She noticed this and made another effort to charge at you.

However, you were much faster as you slammed the rapier against the strings again but, this time, you did it twice. The veil of light that crawled towards V's familiar became bigger, engulfing the creature, inprisoning it, and making it writhe even more in pain.

"I'm sorry, girl,..." You whispered, feeling the ache in your heart for the cat as you raised the rapier for the third time. "Chickee, get behind me!"

"AYE!" Griffon obeyed as he took hold of your shoulders tightly.

Seeing that the bird was safe, you brought down the rapier against the strings for the last time, swiped it across like a real bow to a violin, and waved the weapon. Electric currents ran all over the shield, and a second later, it radiated a blinding kind of light that engulfed the whole, dismal room. After that, a strong form of hot light blasted from the shield and made its way towards Shadow, making her human form collapse.

But, she was very steadfast. She made one last effort to attack you, reaching out a murderous claw until she finally stopped, her body morphing back to her feline form but, only smaller.

When the blinding light subsided, you pressed the button on the neck of the shield, retracting the steel spike. You took hold of your weapons with one hand as you strode towards Shadow, who was reduced to the form of a tiny, helpless kitten.

"Aww, ain't ya the cutest?!" Griffon squeeked at the sight of the mewling and trembling familiar.

You grabbed the familiar by her nape with your free hand and looked straight into her blue and crimson eyes.

"Yeah. The cutest troublemaker." You answered as you carried her close to your stomach to make her warm.

"I can't believe it! We defeated Shadow's lethal form!" Griffon screeched in delight. "Eh, (Y/N)?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did ya stay? You could've escaped like what Shakespeare and I always do."

You chuckled at what he just confessed. "You, running away from the enemy? I thought you're better than that."

"You see, it's always better to run away! Shakespeare and I like to exist, you know. So, we escaped a lot of trouble and refused to die like heroes!"

"Oh but, you chose to be heroic earlier."

If demonic birds could even become flustered, you were sure that Griffon would be so red in the face at that moment.

"W - we, I mean, I CHANGED! Got a problem with that?!"

"And what changed you?"

All of a sudden, the entity's words went back to Griffon like it was only yesterday.

And to be perfectly honest, he held onto those words and owned it like a personal mantra of some sort.

It helped him see through the lies of that Fleminger person.

And it made him realize who he really was without the help of V.

"Don't ask!" The bird grumpily lied. "And don't think it's because of you!"

You chuckled in response, making the bird squawk in annoyance.

"I stayed because that's what friends do." You answered, making the bird stop being loud. "They got each other's backs and protect each other."

There was silence for a brief moment, and when the avian familiar spoke once more, you were absolutely sure that you just heard tears from his voice.

"V never told me I'm his friend." He confessed quietly.

"Eh? I thought you sang You've Got A Friend together?"

"Duh, that's just an empty song."

"And you clearly don't know what it means."

You cleared your throat as you cradled Shadow closer to your chest. And without shame and hesitation, you sang,

"You just call out my name,

And you know wherever I' am,

I'll come running to see you again."

Griffon took this as a cue and sang along with you with the only lines he actually knew.

"Winter, spring, summer, or fall

All you have to do is call,

And I'll be there, yes I will,

'Cause you've got a friend."

"Wow, you don't sound like a cat in heat anymore. But, you still sound awful!"

"I tried,..."

"Friends, it is." The bird bashfully informed you as he proudly spread his wings.

"Huh? I thought we're friends already!"

"No, we're not. I don't have annoying friends."

"Pff,..."

As you were about to make your way to another section of the Dreadnought in search for that voice, you felt something crawl beneath your feet. You turned around just in time when a dark spike rose from the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Griffon shrieked as he shielded you from the spike,...

... only for his heart to be pierced by it.

Your eyes wide with fear and your jaw dropped in shock and disbelief, you helplessly watched as the black sentient spike split into two and practically ripped Griffon's body apart, splattering his guts and demonic blood on your face and on the ground.

"G - g -grif,..." you stuttered as the spike then took hold of the defenseless bird's limp talons.

But, despite all that pain, you noticed that he, your friend, was still alive,...

"A - ah,... I - i,..."

"T - this,..." Griffon wheezed, the life and vitality from his once gloriously gorgeous golden eyes slowly vanishing. "... is what f - friends are f - for,..."

With an unbelievable force, the pair of spikes threw Griffon to the edge of the room towards the gaping hole that was made earlier due to the sudden quake. You watched in horror as the lifeless body of the once majestic demon bird fall from the Dreadnought, never to be seen again.

Still incapable of speech, you collapsed on the ground, feeling weak in the knees and sick in the stomach. That's when Shadow the kitten turned into a little volley of spikes on your arms without warning, wounding you. She, then, jumped away from you and merged with the pair of spikes that retreated back to the ground.

You saw the ground pulsate with its movements, and when you caught sight of it once more as it rose from the ground just over the gaping hole, your eyes widened in fear as the spikes merged with the same human form of the Shadow you faced earlier.

But, this time, the familiar took a more menacing and intimidating look - a dark female knight that stood almost seven feet - tall, the same height as your entity of light.

And, just behind her, was the man himself,...

"Such a waste of great power." You heard the man as he emerged from the shadows, joining his familiar and tauntingly slamming his cane against his left hand. "Death is a fitting punishment for traitors such as that."

And he spoke of the loyal familiar as if he was nothing to him!

Griffon - who saved him mulitiple times and stayed with him before all this happened!

You really wanted to speak out, to lash out at the man who Griffon considered to be a real partner, perhaps a friend, even. But then, your heart just couldn't take it. Your breathing became even more labored, making you struggle with the air you inhale. You actually started to panic as soon as you realized that the man commanded Shadow to morph into a bridge for him so that he could make his way towards you.

"I'm so glad that my,... little wanderer,... answered my call." V told you in his seductively silken and low voice as he carefully started to walk. Playing with his metal cane and twirling it, he succesfully managed to cross the dark bridge that Shadow made and stopped right in front of you. "Now, if memory serves me right, you promised to protect me at all cost."

Stop,...

"And that you will always be there when I,... need you."

Enough,...

"Oh, and, you,... liked me,... yes?"

Please,...

"Now,..." V drawled lazily, tilting his head to the side and showing you his grin. "... I actually want you. No. I need you. Right now."

You looked up at him with such fury in your eyes.

That's when you saw,...

... his face, his skin,...

... he's,...

... falling apart.

V,... was dying.

"What do you say?" The words just rolled out of the poet's lips like nothing happened.

Like he didn't hurt you, at all.

Like he didn't even murder Griffon.

"..."

"Pardon me, for I cannot hear you." V taunted as he slammed his metal cane on the ground. "You must speak. Louder."

"NO!" You screamed as you swiflty brought your shield down to the ground, making it radiate with the same blinding light like the one from earlier.

V shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught, and when the light subsided, he noticed that you were already gone.

The poet chuckled.

"You know you can't escape me." He insidiously called out to you at the top of his lungs.

You were fortunate that V didn't see you as you made your way outside the room, running at full speed towards who knew where. You felt a strange kind of pain on your right arm, and when you looked at it, you noticed that Griffon's contract markings were slowly disappearing, leaving behind some ugly black traces like an age - old scar.

You looked away from your arm, letting your tears fall.

He's only in stalemate state, right?! You helplessly thought as you aimlessly ran. He's not really dead, right? He'll come back to me, right?

The thoughts of your true friend and the sheer denial for what just happened to him made you awfully sick in both mind and body.

You knew deep within your heart that Griffon would no longer return, and that you were fast approaching the moment of your own demise.

All of a sudden, the visions of the white haired man came back to you, of you having a picnic with him, of him playing the violin for you,...

... of you two building a family together.

Lies! They were all,...

... just huge, fucking lies!

You covered your mouth as you sobbed uncontrollably, finding it difficult to believe that the entity inside you, which you have trusted for so long, has given you false dreams of a perfect life and family and actually led you to this very moment of complete darkness and hopelessness,...

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~ @heaven-on-a-landslide , @krazy06 , @micaelagua , @sofia-micaela , @yepps , @lessy86 , @gxthghoulfriend , @ehrzeth , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , @simmy-ships , and @ceruleanworld . 🖤

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Dante watched the Executioner as it fell on the ground, its incredible mass making the ground tremble.

As soon as he realized that the enemy could no longer breathe, the Legendary Devil Hunter allowed himself to collapse on the ground, fatigue, thirst, and hunger all taking a toll on his body.

With heavy breaths, he held up his broken right arm. It got injured a while ago as the Executioner slammed his massive weapon made of wood against it, making Dante fly across the room and breaking said arm in the process.

The man, then, clicked his tongue in annoyance, wincing in pain at the same time as he felt the awful sensation in his heavily wounded legs.

"Oh, man!" Dante exclaimed helplessly.

And who could blame him? The enemies inside Shinano Musashi were just too strong. In fact, stronger than the enemies he faced in the past. It was like the demonic mechanism was giving them power and amplifying them, giving them strange mutations and making them even more dangerous.

He can't do it like this. He must destroy the Dreadnought, itself. This endless demonic onslaught would never end unless,...

Dante stopped musing for a while as one random thought came to him.

He took out his Rebellion, or what's left of it after Urizen knocked him out that day, and took a good long look at it.

"If the Yamato could separate man from Demon,..." he asked himself as he glanced at the intricate carvings of the sword. "Then, what about the Rebellion?"

At the sound of his voice, some more Demons that were bigger and more dangerous than the Executioner came forward, all blood lust and violence, longing to end him.

"You never give me a break, do you?!" The man quipped as he hastily stood up, already feeling his injuries heal.

He had to kill them all and get to you as fast as he could.

He came forward, holding the sword up and pointing it at his mid - section.

Now, if his deductions were right regarding the Yamato and the Rebellion, then,...

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#devil may cry 5 #v #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #devil may cry griffon #devil may cry shadow #devil may cry nero #devil may cry dante #devil may cry yamato #devil may cry rebellion #chapter 23 #you've got a friend #carole king

[bnhaikyuuwritings]

Toshinko Aladdin! AU

for the lovely @princeasimdiya12. Toshinko for your reading pleasure. I haven't watched Aladdin in a bit so I kinda of based it off what I could remember.

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Getting up the wall was hard as it is. But getting down? Getting down was a lot harder.

He had been perched precariously on the ledge of the wall which surrounded the garden plaza, and all of a sudden he was falling.

Toshinori let out strangled yells as he fell through branches and trees. The wind flew out of his lungs faster than a cheetah when he hit the ground.

Trying to collect himself, he sat up, picking various leaves and twigs from his hair as he spit some out as well. His breathing was shallow, it hurt to expand his lungs.

"Who might you be?"

Toshinori's head snapped up.

She looked as beautiful as when he met her in the marketplace. Instead of a mischevious smile, and plotting eyes, there was a look of malice. She was defensive.

Oh, and then there was the tiger. It barred its teeth, and he found himself scooting back towards the wall.

"I-I'm Prince. Prince.... Uh.... Nori of...... ahem.... Academia." The answer was more of a question.

The tiger roared, and Toshinori put his hands up, letting out a yelp.

And then she laughed, a hand covering her mouth. It was musical, and despite a giant tiger looming over his head, he found himself chuckling as well.

"I've never seen a trained tiger before." He stated.

Princess Inko, decked in green satin and mesh, pet the tiger on its head. It leaned into her hand all while still glaring at Toshinori.

"He was a gift to me as a kitten. Though he's not a pet now. Just a friend."

The cat turned heel, deciding that Toshinori was trustworthy enough to leave the princess alone.

"You look familiar, I swear you look just like a man I met at the marketplace."

Toshinori stood up, coughing awkwardly. .

"I have servants go there all the time. Maybe you ran into one of them?"

She raised a brow, and let out another one of her mesmerizing laughs. Toshinori found his heart fluttering, and his stomach ached. He wanted to hear the laugh more.

"If you say so, Prince Nori-"

"Yagi."

It came tumbling out of his mouth, and he could barely restrain himself as he tried to physically cover his mouth with his hand.

"Yagi is my name, and you may call me that if you wish."

She smiled, and hearing the words took from her lips was magical. He could feel himself hearing up, wiping now sweaty hands on his pants

"And you call me Inko."

He said the name once. Her name was like chimes. Pleasant to the ear.

"So, Yagi, Prince of Academia. Did my father send you? Why couldn't you have used the front gates like any normal man?"

Toshinori looked around, they were in shrubbery. The main place of the gardens was obscured by trees and bushes. No guards would see them.

"I wanted to see you, of course. Plus I didn't want to make any normal entrance."

"Is that so?"

"Indeed."

Suddenly, and almost making Toshinori's heart fly off, he found himself being dragged by the princess. Her hand fit perfectly into his, and she had a strength to her that one may not have known at first glance.

"Then follow me."

Toshinori was thankful that she avoided the guards as well. When she stopped walking, they were in front of a cage. Inside, numerous beautiful white doves were inside, chirping about.

"My father let's me tend to them. They are such elegant creatures."

She pulled one from the cage, and it sat quietly on her fingers, nuzzling into her hand.

"Pet it, it doesn't bite."

She was wrong. It pecked hard at Toshinori, like it held vengeance towards him. He let out a loud yell.

"The guards!" She whispered, letting the bird fly off. In the distance there was the shuffling of feet. It started coming closer. It was clear that to try and escape was to be seen.

"We wont get caught." Toshinori said. He let out a low whistle, and with a whoosh, a carpet came from nowhere, settling beside his feet. He crouched down, finding himself a comfortable position. He held a hand to the princess.

"Hop on."

She was hesitant, but louder steps convinced her to gently take a seat behind him.

With a whoosh, they were flying.

She let out a scream, and Toshinori cursed inwardly. There was no way he would have any chance after this.

But then, she grabbed onto his arm, leaning over to look over the edge. With her hair whipping around, she yelled.

"This is amazing!"

He patted the carpet, signalling it slow down so they could hear each other better.

"I don't think we got caught..." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

But, his words fell upon deaf ears, she was still preoccupied with the city below.

In that moment, he saw the same eyes he had first met in the marketplace. Eyes wide, drinking in the scenery, free and unbound. He felt as if he had entered a room he wasn't allowed in.

She wasn't smiling, and wasn't frowning. She was content.

His heart was aching and he just felt the need to give her everything she ever wanted.

"The city is so beautiful from here." She whispered. She couldn't tear her eyes away.

He smiled.

"Would you like to see more?"

#toshinori yagi #midoriya inko #toshinko #bnha #bnha imagines #au #aladdin

[saijspellhart]

ML Fluff Month 26: Please

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This is part of a collaboration between: @saoirse7ilysi, @yamina20-blog, @ao3bronte, @aknazer and myself in celebration of @miraculousfluffmonth!

26: Please (Adrien/Nino)

Summary: Nino is a dragon-slayer and Adrien is a sexy dragon.

Nino fell to the ground gasping. His lungs aching for air, and every intake of breath straining his chest muscles.

This was it. This was how he would die.

A long shadow fell over him, toxic green eyes boring into his soul.

In all his years as a dragon-slayer he had never begged for mercy. He had always been the champion, the victor. The one that triumphed over mere beasts. To fall this far... how did it happen?

The green-eyed devil slithered ever closer, it's lips peeling back to reveal rows upon rows of fangs, small and sharp as knives, meant for cutting flesh and rending it from bone.

One out-stretched arm came for him, retractable claws bared at the ends of giant cat-like paws.

He couldn't take anymore, he would rather beg for mercy then continue on as this foul creature's plaything.

"Please!" Nino gasped, kicking bits of treasure and attempting to crawl away. "Please stop!"

His cries fell upon deaf ears, just as dragon paws descended upon his torso.

"Adrien! No!" Nino screamed as he began writhing in the gold again, laughter exploding from his chest against his will.

The dragon was relentless, knowing just how to manipulate his claws and toe-beans to tickle the dragon-slayer, rather than maim him.

"Say it!" the dragon snarled.

"Alright! Alright!" Nino shrieked, clawing at the gold but feeling the coins ultimately give under his hands. "We go! Wegowegowegowego!"

The dragon released him, settling back on its haunches in victory and howling a thunderous, "Yesssss!" It was enough to shake the ruins, and make the pillars tremble.

Ashamed and exhausted, Nino collapsed into the gold, two seconds from sobbing. His lungs struggling to push and pull air, and his heart hammering around his ribcage like a smithy.

"This..." he puffed, "is going... to end very... badly."

"Don't be such a pessimist," said Adrien. He stretched his large body out across the piles gold next to Nino and began rolling around, displacing large quantities of coins.

"Dude, someone needs to counter balance your unyielding optimism." Nino sat up and began picking gold coins from his pauldrons, and anywhere else the coins had decided to go. When he shifted his hips he felt some things move that shouldn't ought to be moving like that.

Swell, they're in my pants too. He eyed the large golden beast next to him, and tried to discreetly dig coins out of his crotch.

Luckily Adrien didn't notice, too busy basking in his victory.

"So what's the plan, bro?" He dug the last coin from his pants and hurled it at Adrien, catching the dragon in the ear with it. "The moment we enter a human town, with you looking like... this," He gestured to all of Adrien, "they are going to brandish sword and pitch fork, and if they don't chase you off, they will kill you. Worst case scenario, I'm forced to kill you."

"You wouldn't kill me~" Adrien sang, rolling on to his back and curling his head around to give Nino a big pair of kitten eyes.

"I don't want to kill you, but you'd put me in a position where my only choice would be that, or face execution."

Adrien rose off the ground to his full height, which actually wasn't all that large for a dragon. He was only the length of two horses, not counting his serpentine tail, and as a quadruped he didn't stand much taller than one horse. Although if he stood up on his hind legs he was towering.

He was sleek and feline-esque, with lithe toned muscles under beautiful golden fur. No wings, or spikes, or horns, Adrien was the most beautiful and beast-like dragon Nino had ever encountered, and it would've been a damn shame of slay something so majestic.

Adrien was also the friendliest and most naive dragon that Nino had ever encountered, which led them to their current predicament. Adrien wanted to go see a human town... full of humans.

"This," large claws thrust themselves into Nino's field of vision, showing off a large black Damascus steel band.

"What's this?" Nino didn't dare touch it in case it was cursed, or enchanted. He glanced between the band and Adrien who was grinning widely.

"It's an enchanted ring," he explained. "Some rings grant power, invisibility, or invulnerability. This one will make me appear and feel human."

Nino stared down at the black band dubiously, "that is no ring, bro. That's like a bangle, or a circlet."

Adrien stuck out his tongue, and wrinkled his snout. "It's not meant for humans, it's meant for dragons." And with that he slipped the band over the middle toe on his right paw.

At first nothing appeared to happen, the ring was a little big on Adrien, and wasn't suited for feline paws anyway. But after a minute, the swirling pattern on the ring trembled, and came alive.

Where Nino had expected some flashy glow of bright white light, instead he saw bubbling black acid, it seemed to ooze up from the ring and crawl over Adrien's fur. It enveloped the dragon's body like some nightmarish horror, and ate away the dragon's size and shape.

Nino had no words, he honestly feared for his friend's life. And if he hadn't been scared into a state of paralysis he might've thrown himself on the dragon and ripped the ring off its paw.

Adrien didn't make a sound, the acidic bubbling black covering his body never made a sound. Smaller and smaller the dragon's form shrank, until he was shorter than Nino, and quickly enough, the black ooze bubbled itself out and evaporated into thin air.

All the golden fur was gone.

Well most of it.

It was reduced to an unruly gold mop on the top of a young man's head. ...And also his crotch.

Nino swallowed, and tried to keep his eyes above the belt. Bringing a whole new meaning to the term, cash and prizes.

Skin, pale, perfect, creamy skin, like the fresh cow's milk delivered to his doorstep every morning. Swooping aristocratic nose, lean but lithe body, and thighs... thighs for days.

Look at his face you heathen! Nino dragged his eyes back up to meet Adrien's cheerful and hopeful expression. Beautiful wheatgrass green irides blinked back at him under full blonde-tipped lashes.

"How do I look Nino? Am I human enough now?" And when he opened his mouth and spoke, there were fangs.

Nino swallowed... painfully. "No-not quite."

Adrien frowned at that. His neat blonde brows stitching together in frustration. He turned and marched across the gold, giving Nino an eyeful of his exposed backside.

Oh god, even his ass is perfect. He could feel his skin growing hot under all his clothing and armor, and hoped to god his dark skin color concealed the blush that was surely erupting all over his cheeks.

Adrien bent and collected a polished silver mirror from the hoard and stared into it.

"Well, I don't see what the matter is, Nino. I look human to me." He came marching back to the dragon-slayer, eyes glued to the mirror in his hands.

"Humans, don't have uh... sharp teeth," Nino fumbled, trying to look anywhere besides the very naked male in front of him, and failing.

Adrien pulled back his lip with a finger, and ran a long tongue over his canines. "It's not so bad."

"You also have pointed ears, slitted pupils, and claws, Dude. You have claws."

The former dragon inspected his hands, holding them up to admire the little pointed claws on the tip of each finger. "All the better to tickle you with." He grinned impishly.

"No bro!" Nino yelled. "Humans don't look like that!"

All at once Adrien's expression fell, and he crumpled in on himself like a wounded animal. Where once there had been pride and confidence, there was suddenly modesty and shame. His arms crossed over his naked torso, clutching his shoulders.

"Am I hideous?"

Hell no! and Nino realized a dragon would have no understanding of human beauty standards. Looking different to Adrien would translate as looking ugly.

"You-you're handsome, just different," Nino tried to explain.

"Am I too different?"

"Nope!" He squeaked. "You'll be fine. We can make this work."

"Really?" Adrien looked up at him again with hopeful eyes, and Nino found himself nervously adjusting his spectacles.

"Yeah, can we just... maybe get you some clothes, Dude? A shirt, some pants, shoes, maybe some gloves. You'll be looking fine—human in no time."

"Oh I got clothes covered," He winked playfully and Nino. "I have chests full of human clothes. It's one of my favorite things to hoard."

Regretfully Nino watched Adrien march off across the gold, once again giving the dragon-slayer a full view.

Oh god, I'm gay now... He tried to remind himself that Adrien was actually a dragon, a big furry, beast-like dragon, with claws and teeth, and a luxurious tail. Nino swallowed and his throat felt tight and dry. And... I'm also a furry. Or was he a scalie? How did one classify in this situation? Adrien may have been a dragon but he definitely didn't have any scales.

"Hey Nino!" Adrien called across the room, from the other side of the hoard pile. "What dress should I wear? I have this pretty red one with lace and corset. But I also have this lovely green one. It's got trailing sleeves and ruffles!"

It took longer than Nino would have liked to make the gears in his head switch from introspection to what ever the hell Adrien was going on about.

"I'm rather partial to ruffles," he added.

Finally Nino's brain registered what Adrien was attempting to wear. Ears burning hotly, imagination running wild with mental images, Nino bit the inside of his cheek and started over the mound of gold. Hoping beyond hope that Adrien didn't take notice of the problem in his trousers.

"Do you have anything besides expensive dresses?"

Tomorrow @ao3bronte will be treating you to the prompt Post-Akuma Comfort. 

#mlfluffmonth #adrino #ninoir #adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe #sexy Nino dragon slayer #sexy dragon adrien #Saijspellhart writes #fanfiction #fanfic #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir

[ryukoishida]

Quan Zhi Gao Shou Fic: In which rebel!Shaotian and goody-two-shoes!Wenzhou meet and fall in love. [High School AU]

Title: I Cause Trouble, not Romance Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yu/Huang (Wenzhou/Shaotian) Summary: Five times rebel Shaotian stirs up trouble for goody-two shoes Wenzhou and one time Shaotian catches Wenzhou breaking a school rule. Rating: T A/N: It’s only so long before I can hold myself back from writing high school AU Yu/Huang… so here we are! Based on ideas from this list. May I also recommend listening to Matthew P.’s “Take a Chance” in the background while reading this? It’s weirdly fitting.

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i.

Huang Shaotian has a reputation.

He’s the school’s infamous loud-mouthed rebel and troublemaker. Students fear him, respect him, or outright avoid him; teachers are helplessly frustrated when handling him; and punks from other nearby schools, not knowing any better, challenge him only to regret their decisions soon after. Known for his bleached blond hair, piercings, messy uniform, and a dangerous yet self-assured smirk as he brings down students physically bigger and tougher than himself, sixteen-year-old Huang Shaotian is an existence that’s impossible to ignore, a typhoon that’s surely to bring destruction and chaos upon the path he walks.

Yu Wenzhou also has a reputation.  

He’s the responsible class president, a diligent straight-A student, and an all-around helpful and polite young man — simply put, he’s an exemplary student for his fellow classmates. Students admire him or outright have minor crushes on him; teachers adore him; and even the punks in the school know better than to pick on him. Known for his composed intelligence, his gentle smile, and kind manners, Yu Wenzhou blends in well within the teenage adrenaline and hormone-infested campus; he’s a tranquil lake that brings peace of mind and harmony to those who are close to him.    

There should be no reason for these two to cross paths, until one fateful morning — the sky a flat grey and the air heavy with precipitation — a drenched Huang Shaotian brings an equally drenched kitten to school, and Yu Wenzhou, who arrives at school a little later than usual due to the weather, witnesses the tender way with which the school rebel murmurs comfort to the tiny feline.

“There, there little guy, let me dry you off, okay? What kind of asshole would throw out such a cutie like you, huh? Shame on them, I say…” Shaotian mutters while lightly wiping the orange-white tabby with a handkerchief, its fur matted with mud and dirt.

Wenzhou freezes at the strange sight and quickly slips behind one of the pillars a few paces away, unaware of the water droplets from his umbrella that are soaking the cuffs of his pants. He’s not sure why he’s hiding, but his heart is thudding hard against his chest like he’s done something guilty, like he’s just seen something he shouldn’t have.

Cautiously, he peeks out from behind the pillar again after a few seconds.

Shaotian is still softly whispering to the kitten, his golden irises focused and bright; even towards a cat, he can’t seem to shut up, and Wenzhou finds that the corner of his lips is curling up before he manages to catch himself.

“Oi! Huang Shaotian, there you are!” a rough male voice interrupts Wenzhou’s trance. “Didn’t you get my message, or are you too chicken to accept my challenge?” the insult is accompanied by his lackeys’ uproarious laughter and a series of frightened mewling from the cat in Shaotian’s arms.

“Do you fucking mind? You’re scaring my cat here,” Shaotian snaps as he turns fiercely to face the group composed of four boys — all of them in various stages of the typical “troublemaker” label: dyed hair, jewelry, tattoos, untidy attires. If Han Wenqing from the Disciplinary Committee were present at this moment, he’d had a field day filing all the rules these kids are currently breaking.

“Y-your cat?!” the boy shouts in disbelief, clearly displeased by the fact that Shaotian cares more about his feline companion than his challenge, which can possibly change the social hierarchy in this school in a matter of minutes. “Who cares about the stupid cat? Come on, let’s go up to the roof and settle this once and for all!”

“Are you fuckers deaf or something? Didn’t you just hear what I said?” Shaotian gently scoops up the kitten into the crook of his arms and pulls himself up, his narrowed eyes cold and sharp, lips tightening into a straight line.

Wenzhou knows when a fight is about to start, and unwilling to get caught up in the middle of this, he’s about to sneak past when someone calls out to him.

“You! Yeah, you over there with the blue umbrella!”

Wenzhou’s shoulders quiver when he hears approaching footsteps, the damp slaps of shoes against wet concrete growing louder. He turns around stiffly, and he’s stunned by how close Huang Shaotian is standing before him, close enough to see that his blond hair is still dripping with rain water, thick lashes stuck together in black crescents, and gold eyes wide and stormy.

“Y-yes?” It takes Wenzhou everything in his power to remain rooted to his spot and not step back from the intimidating proximity.  

“Can you do me a favour?” he asks with a tone like they’ve been friends for years, almost like he’s pleading for his help, except it’s Huang Shoatian, and he never asks for anyone’s help, as far as Wenzhou is concerned.  

“Depends,” Wenzhou croaks out.

“You’re going back to the classroom, right? Can you take Troubling Rain with you?”

“Troubling Rain?” Wenzhou tilts his head to the side in confusion.

Shaotian stares at him like he’s slow before clarifying with a sigh, “… the cat, dude.”

Wenzhou blinks twice, suddenly comprehending and internally curses himself. “Oh… right, of course.”

The blond-haired boy carefully places the small feline into Wenzhou’s arms. The cat mews in protest for a brief moment and only calms down after a few strokes on the head from Shaotian’s warm fingers.

“I’ll pick him up after I’m done dealing with those idiots,” Shaotian casually nods towards the group, not even bothering to lower his voice, and then he turns his sharp gaze back onto Wenzhou, his lips curling up into a defiant smirk, “You won’t tell on me, would you?”

“No,” he says, realizing that this one, single promise is enough to destroy his reputation if anyone were to find out.

“You’re a pal. I owe you one!” Shaotian slaps Wenzhou on the shoulder and breaks into a bright grin, sunlight peeling away the monotonous grey.

Dazed from the unexpected encounter, and with a wet kitten named Troubling Rain yawning in his arms, Yu Wenzhou gradually makes his way up the stairs to his classroom.

For the first time since he started attending this school, he’s late to class.

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ii.

“Class prez, class prez!”

“What is it, Boyuan?” Wenzhou calmly turns to see the other student running towards him, his face panic-ridden, and Wenzhou almost gets crushed in between the desk and his classmate when Xu Boyuan reaches forward to grab the edge of the desk to steady himself.

The tall stacks of workbooks that Wenzhou has been attempting to organize and is about to bring to the teacher’s office sway dangerously from Boyuan’s momentum, and Wenzhou is only able to rescue two stacks with his reflex; he watches helplessly as the third tower of workbooks crumbles like a weakly-constructed sandcastle and scatters into a useless pile on the floor.  

He’ll have to organize those again from the order of the student numbers. All thirty of them. Why is this happening to him?

“A… A fight! A fight broke out on the second floor!” Boyuan struggles to inform the class president as he takes in huge gulps of air.

“Who?” Wenzhou asks warily.

“Huang Shao and—”

He stops listening the moment Huang Shaotian is mentioned. Of course that kid is involved. Wenzhou shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. With a command of “get a teacher, quickly!” thrown towards Boyuan, Wenzhou dashes out of the classroom and heads for the staircase.

It’s easy to follow the jeers and encouraging shouts from other students to locate the fight. As he pushes through the excited audience with firm words of warning, many students move aside to let him through, though most of them still remain close by to watch.

In the center of the crowd along the narrow hallway, Huang Shaotian and a senior named Ye Xiu, who’s almost equally infamous as Shaotian in terms of their rule-breaking records, are at each other’s throats, their fists grasping each other’s wrinkled shirts and their faces bruised and scratched with bloodied lines.

“Enough! Both of you, hands off!” Wenzhou attempts to wedge himself in between the two boys, his hands shoving at their shoulders but to little avail.

“He’s the one who started it first,” Ye Xiu tells him in a lazy drawl, and if Wenzhou weren’t so annoyed at the both of them for interrupting his classroom duties, he’d almost be impressed by the casual way with which Ye Xiu is talking to him, as if there isn’t blood seeping out from an ugly scratch across his cheek or a pulsing swell that starts near his left eye, and he’s just nonchalantly commenting about the cafeteria menu.

“Yeah? Well that’s because you keep running away from me every time I challenge you to a one-on-one!” Shaotian retorts, and his pull on Ye Xiu’s tie tightens as their foreheads bump together, both of them growling lowly in their throats.

“You heard him, right?” Ye Xiu glances over at Wenzhou with piercing eyes, daring him to continue interfering with their brawl. “Just let us handle this on our own so I can put this little brat’s ass in his rightful place.”

“No, can’t do,” Wenzhou tries to get in between them again, this time more insistent, and that’s when someone’s arm swings towards his face and everything goes black.

“Oh shit. That’s… that’s a lot of blood. Did I kill him? Oh my fucking god, is he alive? Is he breathing? Please tell me he’s breathing, oh my god. Where’s the nurse when you need her?”

“I’d feel a lot better if you can just shut up for a second,” Wenzhou moans, and winces when sharp pain shoots up along the bridge of his nose. His voice sounds weirdly nasally and he realizes when he tries to breathe in (a terrible idea in and of itself) that someone has stuck tissue into his nostrils. He raises his hand up to gingerly brush across his face, feeling for any tender spots of pain, and sees fresh blood dotted his fingertips.

“Oh thank fuck you’re alive!”

In his excited realization that he didn’t murder his classmate, Shaotian tightly grabs one of Wenzhou’s hands.

“Ow!”

“Oh shit, oh shit I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that!” he quickly releases the other boy’s hand in alarm.

“What are you even doing here?” Wenzhou opens his eyes slowly, and without turning his head to the side, as that would probably worsen the nosebleed, he can only see a blurry outline of Shaotian standing beside what he presumes to be one of the cots in the school infirmary. “Where’s Ye Xiu?”

“He helped me carry you to the infirmary,” Shaotian says, “and then he got called out by his homeroom teacher, so my guess is he’s getting a good earful of scolding right about now.”

“So what are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t you be back in class?”

“I do have some conscience, y’know… I’m worried about you, okay? It’s partly — fine, mostly — my fault that you’re lying here with a goddamn bloody nose, so the least I could do is stay with you until the nurse comes back, right? But also let this be a warning for next time: never get in between other people’s fights because honestly, I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, interfering like it’s any of your business when you could have just left it to the teachers—”

“It is my business,” Wenzhou interrupts him indignantly, though it’s rather difficult to sound stern when he has tissue and blood stuck up his nostrils. “You still owe me one, remember?”

“Huh?” Shaotian scratches the back of his neck in puzzlement.

“Do you know how awkward it was for me to explain to my homeroom teacher why I had a wet cat with me on that day?”

“Oh, right! I still haven’t had a chance to thank you properly for that!”

“It’s fine, there’s really no need.”

“I insist,” he’s holding onto Wenzhou’s hand again, the syllables of his phrase accentuated by the press of his fingers against Wenzhou’s. “I may be a delinquent but I have my own principles, too! I don’t like being in other people’s debt.”

Wenzhou sighs, though he doesn’t complain about the warm hands caging loosely around his.

“You can pay me back by stop getting into so much trouble, Huang Shaotian.”

“You know who I am?” he sounds genuinely surprised.

There’s no reason for them to know each other by name; Yu Wenzhou is the class president of Class 2-A, which consists of students who excel academically, while Huang Shaotian belongs to Class 2-D, a class that makes up of delinquents and those who are basically failing school.

“Who doesn’t?” Wenzhou chuckles and then instantly regrets it when pain flares up along his nose again.

“And you are?”

“Yu Wenzhou.”

“All right, then, Yu Wenzhou. I promise I’ll… uh, get into less trouble from now on.”

“I can’t help but notice you used the term ‘less’ and not ‘no more’,” Wenzhou’s lips almost quirk up into a smile. Almost.

“You can’t expect me to entirely transform myself in one day. That’s asking way too much!”

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iii.

“You should really wash your hands more thoroughly,” Wenzhou comments as he walks past Shaotian after delivering worksheets to the teacher’s office during lunch break.

Shaotian freezes at the other boy’s words, and instinctively pulls his hands up to his face to inspect more closely; sure enough, specks of bright green paint are still evident under the hallway’s fluorescent light fixtures, like neon stars scattered across his pale skin.  

“Fuck! I swear I’ve scrubbed my skin raw,” Shaotian mutters darkly, and then upon realizing what he’s just said, he slaps both hands over his mouth, his eyes widened in panic.  

But Wenzhou is not done; he enjoys seeing this rare side of the blond-haired delinquent just a little bit too much to stop.

“Although I have to say that neon green is not the most fetching color on a burgundy vehicle,” Wenzhou taps his finger against his lower lip in a mock thoughtful tone, “I wonder what Principal Chen thinks about the colour choices. Should we perhaps pay him a visit?”

“Yu Wenzhou, you little—” Shaotian grabs Wenzhou by the collar, and by this time, other students are already slowing down in the hallway to see if they’ll be lucky enough to catch sight of another one of Huang Shaotian’s notorious fights. Unfortunately, they will have to wait for another chance, because Shaotian is not in the mood to be in the center of attention this time. Releasing his shirt collar, he seizes Wenzhou by his wrist instead and pulls him along until they find a quiet corner away from the students milling about.

Shaotian backs Wenzhou into the side of a vending machine until Wenzhou can feel the coldness of the metal seeping through his shirt and chilling his skin; Shaotian slams a fist just mere inches beside the dark-haired boy’s head before muttering, his face hovering close to Wenzhou’s and his lips twisted into a cold smile, “You’re actually quite a little shit, aren’t you, Yu Wenzhou?”

He should be scared. If he’s sane in the head, he should be really, really scared right now, but Wenzhou understands that the heartbeat that thrums rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings, painful against his ribs with every shallow breath he takes, has nothing to do with fear. It’s excitement — at the prospect of teetering between the boundary of safety and danger, at the close proximity between himself and the unpredictable typhoon known as Huang Shaotian.

“Is that what I am to you?” Wenzhou returns with another question, dark, defying eyes gazing up at his golden ones with no sense of apprehension or self-preservation.

“What the fuck is it that you want? What will get you to shut up about car?”

“A bubble-tea, and an explanation of why you did it.”

(As it turns out, the reason is even more ridiculous than Wenzhou has initially imagined. Shaotian lost a bet to Ye Xiu — something about the results of the previous night’s Blue Rain versus Excellent Era match in the Glory tournament — and so upon following Ye Xiu’s snarky bidding, Shaotian was forced to accept the punishment for losing the bet, which was spray painting the principal’s car.

Wenzhou can only chuckle while trying not to choke over his very tasty and overly saccharine milk foam brown sugar oolong milk tea.)

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iv.

With a boxed soy milk in hand, Wenzhou turns a corner to find Huang Shaotian slumped dejectedly against the side of the vending machine. Without further questioning, he quickly retraces his steps back to his locker and grabs the small first-aid kit he’s kept stocked since the time he got accidentally smacked in the face by Huang Shaotian during one of his numerous scuffles.

“Did you get into a fight with Ye Xiu again?”

Wenzhou asks softly when he returns to the same spot he’s found the delinquent earlier and sits cross-legged across from Shaotian, who finally looks up, sweat-slicked forelocks falling haphazardly into his eyes, one of which is swelling slightly and he has a hard time blinking properly.

“Would you be disappointed if I said ‘yes’?” Shaotian’s words are muffled, and he hisses at the stinging sensation when Wenzhou dabs on his split lower lip with antiseptic wipe, the white cloth tainting bright red with blood.

“Slightly,” Wenzhou replies with a quiet voice using a tone that Shaotian despises — it’s one that’s infuriatingly calm and indecipherable, difficult to tell whether the boy is pissed or simply unconcerned.

He continues to clean Shaotian’s wounds carefully, the procedure so familiar now since they learned of each other’s names last autumn: Shaotian getting into fights at least three times during the week, and Wenzhou patching him up each and every time. He would grumble about their promise, about how Shaotian is supposed to give him less trouble now that they’re friends (‘They are friends, are they not?’ Wenzhou sometimes ponders), and Shaotian would apologize with his signature sunshine smile — the one that he first gave Wenzhou when he thanked him for taking care of his cat.  

“Then, no, I definitely did not get into a fight with that asshole,” Shaotian answers with a cheeky grin.

Wenzhou doesn’t say anything for a brief moment as he puts a bandage over the gash on Shaotian’s cheek with immaculate care, his dark grey eyes so focused on the task that he’s entirely unaware of how Shaotian is unabashedly staring at him, or how hard he’s swallowing when Wenzhou’s scent hits him like waves of the ocean that attempt to suffocate him if he keeps breathing it in.  

His fingertips linger just a bit too long along Shaotian’s jawline, but neither comments upon that fact when Wenzhou says with a neutral smile, the grey in his eyes glimmering with a somber light, “I’d be more disappointed if I find out you’re lying to me though.”

“I just can’t win against you,” Shaotian sighs, his eyes fluttering close as he leans his head back against the vending machine. The humming from the machine fills in the silence between them as Wenzhou finishes patching up the rest of his injuries.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Wenzhou gets up and extends his arm towards Shaotian.

He turns his head to the side when he murmurs, “it’s okay. I want to rest a little longer.”

“Huang Shaotian?”

Wenzhou crouches down, but the other boy only lowers his head further, hiding his face from Wenzhou’s view. With a suspicious frown, he begins to cautiously press his fingers along Shaotian’s calf and down to his ankle until the boy yelps in protest, pulling his leg away from Wenzhou’s hands.

“Ow! Fuck! What the fuck d’you do that for?!”

“Your ankle’s injured…”

“Yes, thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Yu,” he rolls his eyes, tone filled with sarcasm.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You should go to a doctor and get that checked out.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve twisted my stupid ankle,” Shaotian mutters in annoyance, using his shirt sleeve to roughly rub away the tears that have started forming when the throbbing on his ankle flares up in sharp agony, “it’ll heal in a few days.”

“So stubborn…” Wenzhou shakes his head, half-fond and half-exasperated.

“What the hell was that?” he snaps, unimpressed.

“Climb on.”

“What?” Shaotian looks up with a scowl only to see that Wenzhou is crouched down with his back facing him, his intention suddenly clear as day. He snorts out a laugh, “I can’t walk right now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t value my long-term ability to use my legs ever again.”  

“I won’t drop you, I promise,” Wenzhou doesn’t turn around, but his words carry a kind of weight and sincerity that Shaotian can never resist, so without any further prompting, Shaotian climbs onto Wenzhou’s back, his arms wrapped around the other boy’s shoulders.

He’s incredibly warm, and his shoulders are broader than they look, or maybe the pain is just messing with Shaotian’s mind. Either way, getting a piggy-back ride from the esteemed class president of Class-A has not been part of Shaotian’s plan that day, but he definitely likes where this is going.  

Fortunately, Shaotian’s home is not too far from the school, but it’s still taken them about half an hour before they reach the front door of his apartment.

After he unlocks the door, Shaotian turns to him with a mischievous smirk, “Yu Wenzhou, you aren’t going to kiss me better? I’m so disappointed, like you have no idea.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Wenzhou replies, hoping the sudden burst of warmth on his cheeks isn’t too visible.

“You know I love pushing people’s boundaries! It’s part of my charm!”

-

v.

While the teacher is busy writing on the blackboard for next day’s lessons, Shaotian scribbles a note when he’s supposed to be working on a math assignment he’s missed a few weeks ago. After ensuring that the teacher won’t be turning around, he chucks the crumpled paper ball towards the back of someone’s head sitting two rows in front of him, the mob of dark hair a familiar sight, though not usually seen in detention after school hours.

The paper ball falls and rolls to the bottom of Wenzhou’s chair, and with motion as silent and smooth as a shadow, he picks up the paper, unfurls it carefully, and reads the messily scrawled content while he effortlessly twirls his pen with his slender fingers:

Wow, what a rare sight to see the star student in detention! What the hell did you do to land yourself into this boring shit hole?

With a gleeful light to his eyes, Shaotian observes Wenzhou penning a reply. He folds the paper into an airplane with flawlessly straight lines and accurate edges and sends it back to Shaotian.

Preparation for finals week had been hectic. I brought the wrong folder to school today and accidentally left my Chinese literary essay at home.

After finish admiring Wenzhou’s elegant penmanship for a few seconds, Shaotian is about to write back when the teacher announces to the few students sitting in his classroom for detention, “I need to go to the resources room for a few minutes, and I’ll be right back.

“Huang Shaotian,” he glares at the student pointedly, bushy eyebrows raised up and his tone strict, “I better see some of that math homework completed by the time I get back.”

“You got it, Mr. Liang,” he winks at the teacher, who only heaves a sigh and closes the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Shaotian slips into the desk directly behind Wenzhou’s quick as lightning and taps on his friend’s shoulder with an urgency that even Wenzhou finds impossible to ignore.

“Hey, hey, Yu Wenzhou, want to skip detention together? There’s a new bubble-tea place that has just recently opened nearby; they apparently have really tasty bubble waffles, too! With fifteen different flavours! Fifteen! Isn’t that amazing? I wonder if they have it in taro flavor, you know I’d die for that shit. Come on, ditch detention with me! Oi, are you even listening to me, Yu Wenzhou mmf—”

It’s hard to interrupt Shaotian once he gets going, especially if the one-sided conversation is about food, so Wenzhou has to cover the other boy’s mouth with his hand until he calms down and shuts up long enough for him to get a word in.

“What?” Shaotian peels Wenzhou’s fingers off and demands with an impressive pout that can rival a five-year-old’s. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble,” Wenzhou utters in a low voice, putting his pen down for the moment as he continues with a soft sigh, “I mean, even more trouble than I’m already in.”

“But detention is so boring,” Shaotian whines as if that alone is a good excuse for them to skip their punishment.

“Don’t you have homework that you need to catch up on?”

“My overdue assignments can be traced back all the way to last semester,” Shaotian tells him like it’s something he’s exceptionally proud of.

“All the more reason for you to stay, then,” Wenzhou nods matter-of-factly.

“What I mean is two hours of detention won’t make a damn difference,” Shaotian argues insistently, always needing to have the last word in an argument, “besides, I already know all the math stuff they’re teaching us — do you know how fucking boring it is to do things over and over again when you already know it by heart? And you’re helping me with history and literature later, right? We can do that over bubble-tea and waffles! Doesn’t that sound more exciting?”

“No, it sounds like more trouble than what it’s worth,” Wenzhou is saying, but he can already feel his determination crumbling the moment Shaotian lays his hands on him. He has never stood a chance, to be honest.  

“You won’t do it even for me?” Shaotian, being the opportunist that he is, seems to see the cracks in the other boy’s resolve and deals the final blow, in combination with the dangerously adorable puppy eyes that seems endlessly deep, the genuine enthusiasm trickling out full and fresh and innocent like spring water from the ground, and highly infectious.    

“Huang Shaotian, I swear you’re the devil incarnate,” Wenzhou buries his face into his hands, voice muffled and defeated.

“But you ain’t so pure yourself,” Shaotian retorts with a victorious grin, knowing he has won this round.

“The bubble waffles better be worth it,” Wenzhou begins to put his stationary and books into his backpack while muttering, “I don’t want to get extra detention for some sub-par dessert.”

-

+ i.

The rusted hinges of the door to the school roof creaks as it swings open, the shrill note clawing through the calm summer afternoon like a knife gouging a wound and tearing apart canvas of a watercolour masterpiece.  

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over the campus for you. What the hell are you doing up here?” Shaotian’s voice breaks into Wenzhou’s silence like glass; it shatters into a smattering of stars as shards plummet and cascade into random constellations all around him — in the sunlight that scatters warmly across his skin, in the breeze that teases through his hair, in the sultry air that he breathes in.

Wenzhou doesn’t turn around at the familiar voice, merely exhaling as a cloud of smoke slithers out between his lips and rises above his head like a dying spirit before it dissipates completely.  

He hears footsteps growing closer until he senses Shaotian standing directly behind him, and then he hears him gasp in disbelief.

“Holy shit. Yu Wenzhou, are you smoking?”

Finally, Wenzhou turns around, taking the cigarette out of his mouth with practiced ease and holds it delicately between his index and middle fingers while giving Shaotian one of his cryptic smiles, “Want one?”

“Uh… sure?” Shaotian’s tone sounds anything but certain. Still, he plops down beside his companion and takes the offered cigarette with a shaky hand. He notices that Wenzhou has wrapped the two cigarettes he has in tissue paper and not in their original paper packaging. He wants to ask why, but he’s still too awestruck by the discovery that their school’s beloved and respected model student has indulged in one of the campus’ most serious taboos: smoking in school grounds.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Shaotian finally manages to light up the tip of his cigarette. Wenzhou must have noticed his hesitation, but he says nothing and continues to take a drag like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The amber of the tip glows a weak red as it quickly burns away into flecks of ashen grey; a thin ribbon of smoke dances and spreads and dies.

‘Fuck it,’ Shaotian thinks, sticking the cigarette into his mouth and sucking in the smoke and heat like his life depends on it.

His mouth and esophagus instantly scorch in watery flames, the smoke making his eyes water as tears drip down his cheeks while he coughs for a good while. He swears he can hear Wenzhou laughing softly beside him as he pats his back in comfort, and if he weren’t about to cough his lungs out, he’d give the bastard an earful about murdering him with this tiny fire stick.

“You should have told me this was your first time,” Wenzhou says with a quiet, amused smile.

“When did you start picking up this bad habit? Who has tainted our precious class president?” he finally croaks out after putting out his cigarette and flicking the bud far, far away from him.

“I started before I met you,” Wenzhou only says with a shrug, turning to face the fence once more. The scenery beyond the fence is nothing spectacular, just residential buildings, tidy gridded streets, and the occasional patches of green where local parks are. “I’m not proud of it, even if I only smoke maybe half a package every semester, but it’s one of the few ways I know to unwind from all the stress.”  

He blows the smoke out and feels his heart growing lighter, and he wishes his feelings — the warm timber that has started out as small, harmless ambers like the tip of the cigarette that steadily grow into an uncontrollable forest fire — can flow freely out from him, too.

The cigarette in his hand is almost burned out, the small flame nearly reaching his skin and if he doesn’t let go, he’ll inevitably get burned. Maybe he wants to get burned, Wenzhou suddenly realizes.

Maybe that’s what he wants all along.

“You’re not going to report me to the Discipline Committee, are you?” Wenzhou turns towards Shaotian and asks, his lips quirking up into a small smile. It’s neither defiant nor scornful, and Shaotian can’t tell what’s behind that expression or within the dark, stormy grey of his eyes.  

“Hell no,” Shaotian stares back at him, wide-eyed and slightly offended that Wenzhou would even suggest such a thing, “What kind of relationship do you think we have now, huh? You think I’d tell on you like some little snitch? No way!”

“Oh? And what kind of relationship do we have?”

Wenzhou leans in, a hand winding Shaotian’s loosened tie between his fingers as he pulls the other boy in even closer until their noses are practically brushing against each other’s. All Shaotian can smell is the sweet scent of the tabacco smoke and whatever kind of soap that Wenzhou uses — something woodsy and herb-like that reminds him fondly of a forest in the summer.  

“Yu Wenzhou, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he murmurs, ravenous golden eyes gazing bravely into Wenzhou’s darkened irises.

“Shaotian,” he whispers his name, the first time he does so without calling him by his full name, and it’s sweeter than anything Wenzhou has ever tasted, “may I call you that?”

He nods once, and then Wenzhou is speaking again, his breaths warm against his lips, “Shaotian, may I kiss you?”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask,” Shaotian laughs, before the sound is swallowed up by Wenzhou’s lips covering his in a gentle kiss.  

He tastes of spice and smoke and smoldering ash, and Shaotian loves every second of it.

(They make sure to dispose of their cigarette buds afterwards. Even with their new-found romance, there’s no reason to start an accidental fire now, is there?)

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A/N: Ohmygod 5K+ words. This has been fun, y’all.

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In-depth Character Sheet

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FULL NAME: Bonbon Charbonneau MEANING: “Charcoal Chocolate”, essentially. Meant to refer to a nasty outside, but sweet inside. NICKNAME: Bon, Bonnie, BB, Bunny. MEANING: No one wants to say her repetitive full name, lmfao. AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: December 5th. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Sagittarius. GENDER: Cis Female. ALLERGIES: None. SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual / Panromantic. THEME SONG(S): (Octospy) (Normal) (Octoqueen)

APPEARANCE HAIR COLOR: Pastel pink, bordering on white. HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: A pair of super long tentacles, styled in two buns. EYES COLOR: Lilac, with star-shaped pink pupils. HEIGHT: 3′11′‘ | 119.38 cm. WEIGHT: 69 lbs | 31.3 kg. OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Lolita, essentially. Really girly and proper. Occasionally will dress way, way, down, usually during or after a tournament. DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES): Bio-luminescent “freckles” all over her body. SELF CARE(MAKE UP): Lots. Usually winged eyeliner and scarlet eye-shadow. FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Prissy, proper, elegant. SKIN COLOR: Dark brown. BODY TYPE/BUILD: Pear-shaped. Large thighs, strong, long legs, and slightly toned biceps. DEFAULT EXPRESSION: A small, haughty smile, with half-lidded mischievous eyes. POSTURE: Straight, hands usually on hips, Weight leaning to one side. PIERCINGS: None, presently. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Her voice is very confident despite not being relatively loud. She speaks without filler words or stammers. It has a very regal sound to it, where her words are careful to come out, but dance upon the air with grace. Statements tend to end with a crescendo, regardless of whether or not it is a question. Exaggerates words frequently. Strict pronunciation. Extremely proper. (Voice Claim)

RELATIONSHIPS MOM: Céleste Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: When she’s feeling playful, Céleste is definitely the one she runs to. She gets along with her well, although her mother’s extroverted energy does grow tiresome and she eventually retreats to her own room for solitude. DAD: Clair Charbonneau HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: He is the sensible one of the family. She finds herself closer to him than her sometimes eccentric mother. They spend a lot of time together, reading books and watching movies. He did most of her homeschooling, alongside hiring well-established tutors, before deciding that he would release her into the world. If she knew the decision to deafen her was his, she might be more inclined to be less loving. SIBLINGS: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. CHILDREN: None. HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A. PAST LOVER(S): N/A. CURRENT LOVER: N/A. REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: She makes snap decisions on whether or not the person is worth her time. By default, she’s very smug and arrogant, finding them to be more of a thing to play with than someone to converse with. She’s not above manhandling someone to make them more amusing to her. ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: She attempts to take charge and do all of the work to get out of the circumstance of having to work with anyone. When she must cooperate, though, she is relatively tolerable, for she doesn’t want to screw someone else (unless it benefits her) over. LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Shy, anxious. She doesn’t like reminders of herself. She’ll goad them to make them do something. She definitely tries to invoke some sort of other trait out of them. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Her parents were both extremely overprotective of her, a trait she fails to displace when she has children. They were very lenient with her as well, besides the whole ruining her early life, making her more prone to gently guiding her children without imposing her will onto them.

PERSONALITY ...WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Confident. Placid. Elegant. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Excitable. Bubbly. Childish. ...AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Sarcastic. Sassy. Snide. FAVORITE COLOR: Lilac. FAVORITE FOOD: Tea and cream-filled pastries! FAVORITE ANIMAL: Cats, spiders. FAVORITE ELEMENT: Air. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Grey. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Eggs LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: Shark HOBBIES: Singing, dancing, shopping, and video gaming. USUAL MOOD: Relaxed. Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Nope. She drinks very, very infrequently. DARK VERSION OF SELF: gestures at the octospy verse LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: gestures at inkling idol verse HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: She holds herself relatively seriously. CLASS IN AN RPG: Cleric, Archer, Mage. BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Kinda, yeah. (IN)DEPENDENT: Independent. VULNERABILITY: Hearing problems. Mentions of war. Divulged secrets. OPINION ON SWEARING: Abominable. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil. MUSIC TYPE: She’s fond of so many genres, provided it’s not ear-shattering. She can find the best in all types of music. MOVIE TYPE: So bad, it’s good / Romance / Thriller BOOK TYPE: Adventure / Mystery / Romance COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: About 65 F. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps about 8-10 hours a day. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Obsessively neat. DESIRED PET: Either a tarantula or a kitten. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, or reading books. BIGGEST SECRET: Her song and dance are fueled by her synaesthesia. HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Her grandmother, Nia Di Napoli. WHAT ANIMAL WOULD THEY BE: Cat FEARS: Silence, large bodies of water, loneliness. COMFORTS: Sensory objects, tactility, sleeping.

HOW DO THEY REACT TO… DANGER: Face it head on. She’s very cocksure. SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Tease and torment. She’d egg them on and flirt with them, knowing she’s just grinding them beneath her heel. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Lighting up! Squealing! Storm of kisses! Lots of touching. God knows her voice is going to reach killer wail levels of painful pitch. DEATH OF LOVED ONE: Wailing, violence, shutting down as a whole. Non-stop aggression. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Continue trying, nonstop---literally. Someone’s gonna have to intervene. INJURY: Grin and bear it. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: Lip biting. Grabby hands. Lighting up, again. Bouncing on her heels.

HISTORY BIOGRAPHY: Born a synaesthetic, Lady Charbonneau’s family fretted for her sensitive hearing. As a result, they silenced and removed her from the world, raising her as if she had been deaf from birth. Their only child remained a mystery to most of Inkopolis, locked behind closed doors for her own “safety”. Her close friend, Nia Di Napoli, frequently removed the headphones that muted everything, helping her solidify the courage to defy their decision while giving her the opportunity to adapt to sounds she had yet to experience. 

This habit of babying her remained throughout her adolescence. Despite training efficiently in self-defense, and constant attempts at proving herself worthy of respect, her family reciprocated with buying out her Turf War matches and downplaying her ability. Finding that out coaxed her into sneaking into the Adult Ranked Matches late at Inkopolis Tower, where they couldn’t bribe people into losing. Of course, dealing with high ranked squids while being only C- yourself grew tiresome, but persistence eventually brought her to S+ at age 17.

Desperate to receive some fragment of respect, Bonbon put herself up for drafting come her eighteenth birthday. The Charbonneau family has a long-standing history of war, benefiting troops through monetary and physical means. One of the elders, Bourbon Charbonneau, fought valiantly as a captain in the Great Turf War hundreds of years ago. Keeping up the legacy, she thought, was her only chance of being her own person.

While every decision has seemingly furthered her depression, she continues on a path already tread in the hopes that such a safe route will bring about some sort of reward, even if it isn’t bountiful. Another option for her, her ability to sing entrancing songs, lies in wait, hoping to be utilized.

FIRST APPEARANCE: A mysterious, minuscule pinkling took a tournament by storm without even giving a word as to her age, rank, or background... and donated the proceeds to charity?

KNOWLEDGE LANGUAGES: Inkling, Sign Language, Human French, Written Octarian, Learning Hylian. SCHOOLING LEVEL: College student, essentially. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Linguistics and Theatre INTERESTED CAREERS: She wishes she knew. She’d love to actually sing, though. EXPERTISE: Theatre, Song and Dance. CHEMISTRY: A MATH: A LANGUAGE: A+ GEOGRAPHY: B POLITICS/LAW: B- COOKING: F, until she pays off the teacher. MECHANICS: C BOTANY (FLOWERS): A MYTHOLOGY: A DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): A+++

READING LEVEL: College graduate. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: Always have a plan!

ROMANCE . DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: Definitely. She’s very needy and you’ll know it immediately. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): While very avoidant when crushing, she’s super clingy and affectionate when dating. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Ladylike with a dash of klutzy. She shows her real side if she really trusts her partner, so they have to deal with a near 180 of the persona she shows on a daily basis. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Jump into! She puts all her apples in one basket. PROTECTIVE: Extremely. She’s very feral and primitive at times. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Her lover has to be her best friend. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: She actively stalks her partner’s wishlists or things they see as they cruise around together, and has them anonymously delivered, as it she wasn’t obvious. If she hasn’t a clue, she’ll start sending dorky things she thinks are nice to try to gauge their interest. TYPE OF KISSER: She steals small kisses, before elongating them with lots of lip tugging. Definitely fond of it. The type to really get into it. DO THEY WANT KIDS: Not really, but can be easily persuaded. DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Yes. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: She has a tendency to make bad ones, but hopefully her partner corrects that. :^) Or at least doesn’t let her. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Yes, albeit cheesy and dorky deep down... HOW ARE THEY IN BED: She prefers to be dominant, and that’s all I’ll say. GET JEALOUS EASY: Not if she is trusting of her partner, but she is definitely very anxious and wonders if she’s good enough frequently. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Uh, no. MARRY FOR MONEY: click this. FAVORITE SEX POSITION: uh WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: A nice long exploration through untraveled territory---just the two of them. Lots of hand-holding, kisses, and cuddles. Good food would definitely seal the deal as the best date ever. OPINION ON SEX: She’s yet to form one, although she’s occasionally thirsty. It doesn’t really come to her often. As long as it’s consensual, she’s down for anything.

#holy length batman #finally. finally slams this shit down holy #im not entirely appeased by my theme choice but i have too many songs #and its just so long ple a se #no more #✧.° ⦙ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ. — ❪ & dash games. ❫