#they created 'mew' or whatever the kids say

[mushroom-for-art]

So due to bad eyesight and just woke up brain fog I thought a mew drawing @phlurrii did had extra arms and I stole and snatched that idea with my little grubby mushroom mittens, so introducing Vismay! Who I suppose is my art world equivalent of an ancient/old/experimental mew made by Arceus! So credit where credits due they are inspired by Meau being an ancient mew

Lore mcthoughts:

I don't think Vismay was made intentionally by Arceus, my thinking is Arceus was creating some of the original Pokémon so obviously his direct kids Giratina then the twins Palkia and Dialga then likely started on the concept of what would become mews. I know logically he probably poofed them into existence from nothing/stardust or something but I like the idea of Arceus trying to intentionally craft and mold their designs from whatever resources they had brain is basically imagining the big guy struggling to do clay sculpting with his nubby feetsies. Regardless he morphed Vismays form with the elements available weaving the sparkles of stars and elemental space dust ect into their shape (ngl I am taking mental inspiration from the creation of the listener dragon from the last dragon chronicles who's name escapes me (Its Ganzfeld, we love him) but he's a very special boy made from stars snow and his ears the exhaled breath of a polar bear very cool visual stuff love that series so if u know what I'm referencing fuck yea go you) and crafted extra arms possibly it was somewhat like that painting of man with multiple arms but for moveability reference check he'd put the arms on right but then Vismay came to life unexpectedly likely because he felt complete like Arceus had molded the perfect vessel and the essence of a soul immediately burst a flame into existence because this was them this was who they were and they were alive!

This is why they're called Vismay which means surprise because when the body went from vague form to suddenly puffed with fur and color and blinking wide and awake Arceus probably got quite the shock.

So Vismay was the first 'mew' to be created but like Meau he's the 'mew' before the true mew/the mew we're familiar with. Arceus probably tried to recreate this because hm one isn't enough but the others didn't take life, so he redesigned them a bit making them smaller as like Meau Vismay is bigger than a standard mew probably about 3 foot? Maybe more, who knows. And removing the second arms streamlining the fluff until the first true mews were created to help with maintaining the earth and being the parents of the subsequent other mews I've designed later down the line.

These mews probably reproduced through the flower method we love thank you xxtc for creating it's amazing, the DNA exchange method were they would exchange DNA segments with other mews to create an offspring that has other mew DNA or even have DNA of other Pokémon to create mews with features like that of the other Pokémon parent but still pure mew, kinda like how Randall belonging to Loupy is more long and Meinshao (and when I say exchange I do just imagine them handing a glowing sparkly dna orb to another mew consentually to absorb and then they exchange a sparkle orb back but they probably can also do it organically, mews can fuck as a treat) or I imagine there was probably a third option for when a mew felt that they were done and had lived where their body would in essence disintegrate but their DNA information would be all scrambled and rearranged and a new adult mew would form from the old mew phoenix style or mew kits would be left if the DNA split into smaller bits and those kittens were usually adopted by other mews.

Vismay probably helped watch over and protect the mews as the world was new and feral, he probably has higher stats than a normal mew because he's bigger and stronger so he's like a tanky protector but I imagine modern day he's doesn't really have any mews to protect anymore mainly because I doubt any of the mew siblings he originally had really exist anymore? I feel like every mew he knew probably rebirthed themselves and the generations of mews to follow never really learnt of him they don't realise his significance to their origins because it's lost to time really. So he's kind of become obsolete with time in a cruel twist of fate way.

He gets by on his own though, he still helps with maintaining of species in the Pokémon world, honestly I feel he really enjoys watching new Pokémon start to evolve, he notices a fish Pokémon with a random genetic difference that's beneficial and observes them survive watches them evolve the evolution still expressing this trait which is still beneficial in evolution and watches them have young some also with that trait watching it continue for generations the advantage the specialisation the recoloring redesigning as they start to fill in a new niche in the ecosystem until, they're something entirely new! Watching the process never gets old as they grow so unexpectedly and he can't help but feel proud of them they did that all on their own.

Of course he also feels great sorrow misery and dispair when another species fades from existence because of environmental change they can't adapt to fast enough or because they just don't work in an ecosystem anymore, he makes sure to save their DNA sequence learn it recognise remember it inside himself and take with that the memories of this wonderful species promising the last member the confused lonely endling that it's okay, I will be with you you're not alone, and I will remember you I will remember each and every one of you forever all of you will continue to exist within me, you did so so good you were perfect even I'm so proud, you have no idea how much your kind has shaped this place the environment the landscape the other species and even the folklore that will be saved and told by humans the imagery created about you. You are so so special and you've done so wonderfully and you're allowed to rest now you've done all you can and you did it so well, I'll be here, you won't be alone, and maybe I'll see you again and I promise I will impart your history to the newly fledged evolved kin and I will watch over them and love them as I've loved you.

He has witness so much new life and so much death, he understands the cycle well and knows all he can do is watch and learn and love. He likely possesses the potential to create so many lost species from having their dna saved inside him but he wouldn't resurrect something for it to only die again confused and struggling.

Though I can see him using his abilities to add old dna into a species with dwindling members because by reintroducing old dna it would suddenly and vastly improve the gene pool and saving the species, he will do this where it is not their fault that their numbers dwindled and where the species could still survive and they should thrive it's just the gene pool that's an issue, he won't do it with a species that is barely in a survivable environment because that'd just be introducing young to a place they will die. Though, I suppose if there was dna that could be safely added and they could theoretically adapt he may try to give them a boost of a trait that could be advantageous and lead to them evolving a new type or trait to better suit the environment if it's possible.

He does what he can where he can. I like him a lot I'm very attached to them tbh and I'm really happy with how they turned out.

Acquaintances can call him Vis but he only let his original mew siblings call him Vissy because it's a cute nickname of his name and he wouldn't want strangers calling him that it's more casual and fun saved for family plus it's kinda like Fizzy also a fun alternative probably from the second generation of mew kits who called him uncle Fizzy and his original siblings probably also would in sibling tease call him Sissy like sister on days where he felt feminine leaning but Sissy from them for him was always in a none gendered way and didn't mean girl.

Maya is also an off limits nickname saved only for again his original siblings and perhaps anyone he did feel close enough to to let them call him that, fun fact Vismaya is the feminine version of his name and I wanted to make them a bit ambiguous, he leaning but somewhat feminine and although Vismay is He/They, Maya is probably for slightly feminine leaning they days without fully committing to the She pronoun, so if he let's you call him Maya he probably trusts you to fully understand and respect his pronoun choice and to use Maya in a way that is in no way she/her. Mews can be something that are so gender complex.

Also Vismays original sketch just for fun since the eyeliner patterns weren't originally there, also he has a big ass forehead XD

#my art #my oc #Vismay the old mew #Mew oc #Old world mew oc #Don't really think he counts as an ancient mew #But he's certainly old world #Vismay the old world mew #pokemon #I love him so much

[a-tale-of-legends]

Ooo! I do have a Legendsverse question for you!

I don't remember if you've said this before or not, so sorry if you have and I just. Plum forgot

Do the legendaries interact with one another? Like. Legendaries from different regions?

for example in CZV; Xerneas told the wolves they should expect their chosens soon, and (I've only just thought of this now) but there's most likely been a whole chain of legends letting other legends know sh*ts about to go down. When Jirachi was awake for its short time it prolly told Mew, then Mew told Celebi, the Celebi told Dialga- so on and so forth.

Not all of the legends are close or even know each other (until the meet ups that is) but they all are connected...if that makes sense lmao

Yes! Some legendaries know each other, though I haven't fully thought about it in detail.

Mew is pretty much social to almost everyone, or at least tries to be ( some legendaries are more grumpy than others). Mewtwo is the exact opposite,but Giratina has been slowly getting behind that wall. Misfits gotta stick together after all. Celebi and Dialga occasionally meet up, Dialga creating the original Celebi the general having a similar power over time.

A while ago, I thought of the idea of Ho-Oh and Rayquaza actually being friends, and then I recently realized that Ho-Oh is considered the guardian of the sky! So basically, yeah, they're friends. I feel like Rayquaza shows more of their playful side around Ho-Oh. They're a bit snarky, behind that cool and collected demeanor. They're both tired parents who are trying their best. They try to meet up every once and awhile. On the flip side, I like to think Lugia and Kygore have some beef. Mainly because Lugia is so fucking tired of Kygore causing shit to happen if they so look at Groudon. Grow up( look, Lugia has a kid and other pokemon to look after, they can deal with this type of shit)

Xerneas is like mew and has been in contact with almost every legendary at some point, but this is less about being sociable and more about business, keeping the order while Arceus does whatever Arceus is doing. Honestly? For as kind as she is,I don't see her as close to other Legendaries as one would think, only Yveltal and Zygarde I would say are her friends. However, I can see her forming some friendships with Calyrex. They both have a lot in common, and Calyrex has learned more about humans since swsh, so I feel like the two can learn from each other. The Wolves are vaguely aware of Xerneas though. Like obviously they know of her, and may have seen her once or twice, but nothing personal. Zacian probably prefers to keep things that way, more professional, though Zamazenta would want to form more of a friendship, if able too. ( It should be known that the wolves are one of the younger legendaries. I think the legendary beasts are younger, and Koraidon and Miraidon are. Something. But yeah. Babies)

The more I think about it, the more I have some ideas, but I'm gonna stop here lol. But yes, some legends have interacted with each other before the Chosens have met up!

#r rambles #r answers #legendverse #yeah i'm not tagging all of those legendaries lol #legendary pokemon

[dont-call-me-algernon]

Hello, hello!

For the Pokémon ask. . .

Gyro Ball

Extrasensory

Close Combat

and Moon Ball

:)

Gyro ball: favourite steel type(s)

Empoleon and Aron

Empoleon is not only my favourite steel AND water type ‘mon, it’s also my all-time favourite starter! “Napoleon but what if he was a penguin” is a crazy ass concept and yet they managed not only to make it work somehow, but to create what in my opinion is one of the coolest and most interesting starter designs in the process. The colour palette is fantastic, as are all the details from the gold “crown” to the white pattern on its chest mimicking fancy 18th century clothing. Definitely the best penguin pokemon as of today!

Do I know what Aron is supposed to be (or have been inspired by)? No, I have absolutely no idea, and yet I can’t help but find it extremely cute! Certified little guy. I’ve never really used it in a playthrough, though, since I don’t like Aggron that much.

Extrasensory: favourite psychic type(s)

Mew and Girafarig

I’ve already talked about girafarig discussing my favourite normal types so I’m just gonna say a couple words about Mew, here. As a kid I was OBSESSED with Mew. It was my number one favourite pokemon all throughout high school and maybe a little later, too. I used to watch the first pokemon movie religiously and idk about the English version, but in the Italian dub Mew makes the cutest little sounds and younger me was entranced. You know the urban legend about the Mew under the truck in gen III? Yeah, I ate that bullshit up and was so disappointed to find it was fake. Which is to say, when I finally got my hands on a legit Mew, may years later, it felt like the end of a journey. Mew is not even among my favourite ‘mons anymore, but it’s still one of my favourite psychic types without a doubt.

I would prooobably also include Latias and Latios, here, but I’ve already included them among my favourite legendaries so yeah.

Close combat: favourite fighting type(s)

Breloom

I’m gonna be honest, for me fighting types usually range between “god this thing is ugly” to “eh, I guess it exists”, even the most popular ones like Lucario and the like. I guess I just don’t vibe with the type as a whole?? BUT! There is one big exception and that exception is my boy Breloom! It’s similar to Flygon in that it has a somewhat strange design that really appeals to me for whatever reason. The big mushroom hat is adorable, much like the little jumps it makes in its 3D animation.

Moon ball: favourite gen VII pokemon

Already answered here!

Thanks for the ask!

#pokemon #ask games

[some-pers0n]

Prev asker, saluting you for the explanation you gave me I was so anxious that I was so out of the loop but no it seems it's just another case of I Don't Get Attracted To People (and so do not care about jawlines or whatever) let's go gamers

Yeah I was kinda relieved to actually have a reason to find out what it means too. I just. assumed it was some weird thing TikTok and Instagram reels convinced kids to do now just like with saying "bro's got that Ohio rizz his gyatt too sigma he needs the fanum tax bro he's too skibidi for his own good" like what hellspawn of misuse of AAVE combined with gen alpha slop content have you created. Nah, the mewing thing is just. jaw posture realignment.

#ask #anon

[mondayrobot]

120-Day Fanfiction List (M)

A collection of my recommended Eren/Mikasa fanfictions for the first one-hundred and twenty days of the year.

Warning: The contents contain adult themes.

Rating: Mature

A Prompt for a Romp by Timid Mew

A bunch of short stories compressed together in one big pile. All of which are EreMika and AruAni.

Across Realities by BladeOfRain

Eren stands on Paradis Island as its saviour. Yet he could not help but question if the sacrifices he had made were worth it. They were free, but his demons still haunted him. He was ready to let go, but a second chance sparked hope inside him, hope that he had not felt for a long time. In this new reality, he strives to protect those he had lost and protect the future of Paradis.

After It's All Done by somecatastrophe

In another life, there was no one waiting on the other side of the sea. Thus Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman get to live the peaceful and domestic life they always wanted.

Came Out Swinging by fevversinherhair

Nine months ago, Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman fought for the first time. Eren pursues his MMA career, Mikasa goes off to college. When his first big amateur match brings them back together, old memories and new feelings muddle the issue.

Encounters by rainycliff213

Mikasa had not expected to find a creature like him, supposedly extinct for millennia, wandering in the same woods as her. The monsters had for centuries terrorized humanity, and it seemed she was the next victim.

Yet, after her escape, it seemed that neither the princess nor the monster could shake their encounter.

fide et amor by hellsiren @zoldyckvevo

drabbles. Eren, Mikasa, and a different kind of love.

Four Years by Kaekiro @kaekiro

A collection of drabbles that center around Eren and Mikasa's life after running away together.

Hearts afire by Sharinganblossoms

Collection of eremika snippets exploring the spectrum from canonverse to AU.

In another life by Sharinganblossoms

In a world without walls and burden and dreadful fate their paths collide once again.

Matrimony by waddlestreet

A marriage of convenience between Azumabito Princess, Mikasa Ackerman and General of Eldian army, Eren Jaeger.

My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore by ygrittewildthing @ackermanstyle

Historia Reiss could not have approached Mikasa Ackerman with the idea of joining a band at a better time. After a falling out with Armin Arlert and Eren Jaeger, Mikasa decides to take her up on her offer joining alongside Ymir Langnar (bassist), Sasha Blouse (drummer), and Annie Leonhart (guitarist). With their new keyboard player and lyricist, they set off on a journey that takes them away from their hometown. After winning the battle of the bands, they scored a record deal. As they set out to record their first album, their past begins to catch up to them.

my most beloved by misswongs

Within the false reality he's created, in a cabin that encompasses all of the selfish desires he'll never have, Eren makes sure Mikasa is happy. She’s here, and for a quiet, fleeting eternity, she’s his.

Mysterium by dialectus @dialectus

She sees him change, he sees her grow. After discovering a piece of the world to call their own, two troubled souls find solace in each other

Never again by iliankasmoulinka91 @ili-akkaman

On the verge of death, they both regret what could have been but was never. But there is always an afterlife.

Oath by StormyInk

She didn't want to leave Eren but her past had caught up with her and she refused to let those shadowy fingers reach him, refusing to keep putting him in danger, even if it meant tearing herself out of his life. "Are you coming?" Levi asked her & she looked away from the boy who'd saved her life all those years ago. It was time to keep the oath she'd made. "Yes. I am."

On a Beautiful Mountainside, I Love You by sentimentalblue @isayamasideblog

How easy it was to run. Runaways. That’s what they are.

Sight Beyond Sight by Timid Mew

Mikasa ponders over the loss of her sight, making her feel isolated and detached. Eren, however, quickly shows her that even though she's lost the use of her eyes, she still has him.

Somewhere Impossible and Lovely by rainycliff213

Could they escape it all, if they ran away? Would a life in peace be worth it?

Stress Relief by Pepin-Bones

Soldiers lead stressful lives, which means they need ways to unwind and cope with the stress of what they see and what they do - sometimes in unconventional ways. But Eren thinks it's ridiculous, or at least he did...

Teenagers by theothardus

In a world of no Titans, they would be normal, and normal teenagers might snuggle up, and Mikasa might be the one to make the first move.

The Journey by adieemus

Running away to the edge of the world with her lover, makes a soldier wonder how to get back living in her own body, after holding another in her arms for one night.

The Life I Wished For You by Timid Mew

Eren never expected to find a woman tucked away in the dark depths of a deep cave when finding shelter from the rain. He also never expected her to be a mythical creature only depicted in books.

the way home by bacondestiny @@inbothourhandsgloria

Eren crosses the ocean on the backs of his Colossals.

They can swim; he cannot. This body is too huge, too dense. He has arms but they’re useless. He has legs but they drag after him. He scuttles along the ground on his hundreds of protruding ribs. He feels them puncture the soil, the sand. Rocks scrape against the exposed bone, and when he stands on the blisteringly hot exposed muscle of his Titans, the water steaming up around, it would be enough to char if it weren’t for his healing. He’s kept on the brink of burning, unable to let the heat kill his nerves.

It hurts.

But it only lasts a few hours.

And while the steam still burns, while the pressure on the points of his ribs is odd and painful, now, it is time for others to hurt —

—“Mikasa,” Eren says, shaking her awake. “Mikasa, wake up.”

this love we share by MintToy @minttoy

She loves him and he loves her back. On the surface, it seems easy, but she knows in some dark crevice of her mind, that even though love is selfish – escaping to these mountains was selfish – it is also good.

Her source of strength. The root of his humanity.

Time will come when it will teach her to grow, too.

Through Thick and Thin by Moonstars (Flamingo27)

Eren is a university student with a bright future ahead in the field of medicine, very much like his father. At the same time, Mikasa is a student in the same university, specifically in the nursing school. Just like the green-eyed boy, she is very much considered a genius in her department. When the two met, they fell in love and it was widely known in the university for both of the students had a promising future in their respective fields.

However, a sudden revelation had shattered both of their future plans: Mikasa’s unexpected pregnancy.

Till Death Do Us Apart by misswongs

Through the confined expansions of the wood that it's made of, through the grass, the trees, the birds soaring in the skies, they feel each other. They exist for one another, holding on to whatever is left of their fragmented bodies and withered souls—for everyone will be bone and ashes soon but they're still here, still flesh and blood, still alive.

Still alive.

And for now, just for now, it's enough.

we'll never be those kids again (but we can try) by rilakkuma5 @uhhstar

She had hoped this would happen differently. In an ideal world, it would have. They’d have been blushing and fumbling. Awkward laughter. Unsure hands. Soft kisses. All of it. In an ideal world, this would have played out like her fantasies—tender and loving.

But the world is ending. For the umpteenth time. She’s lost count.

What Ifs by qeen124

"I love you, Eren."

She gasped as soon as the words came out of her mouth. There was a sense of relief, followed by a wave of panic. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground. Suddenly, she saw his shoes step closer to hers, and felt his fingers lift her chin up, allowing her dark eyes to settle into his.

He didn't speak a word but what he did next was more than enough as a response.

Your one and only Dark Knight by kuchenackerman @kuchenackerman

In the daytime I’m Eren. Just a normal boy with a normal boring life. But there’s something about me that no one knows yet. Emphasis on yet. ‘Cause I have a secret. No, but seriously, can I at least tell her? It's so unfair...

You can also check out: 2020 Eremika Fanfiction Masterlist

#eremika #fanfiction #writing

[ashiromina]

Meme time! Thank you 💕💕💕 Robin 💕💕💕 @reinerist 💕💕💕 for tagging me, you angel you 💕💕💕 sorry I took forever and a day 🙈

Under a read more because it ended up long 🤭

----- #1

Favorite color: Red 💋

Currently reading: I'm thinking of catching up with the Jjk manga, I've been quite in the reading block lately 😭

Last song: "Love to see you cry" by Enrique Iglesias, my shuffle is amazing that way

Last series: Inventing Anna

Last movie: Scream (2022)

Sweet, savory, or spicy: Spicy

Currently working on: I'm going to try to download photoshop again so hopefully I can start playing around again... I miss it honestly

Four songs I’ve been into lately: This changes weekly according to my shuffle lolol but! "INVU" by Taeyeon // "Can't fight this feeling" by Junior Caldera ft. Sophie Ellis Bextor // "Summer Son" by Texas // "Get into my heart" by Miyavi vs シシド・カフカ

What are 5 things I love talking about: Obanai and Mitsuri have been giving me all the feelings so always and forever them // World Trigger everyone please read it (I will not shut up about Yuichi sorry not sorry) // the Shadowhunters series // JACK VESSALIUS (caps intended) // YU KANDA (also caps intended) // anyways my eternal love for tea and honestly whatever book or show or movie I last watched or game I played and I really enjoyed

----- #2

Let’s get to know our animanga fandom mutuals/followers better? 💕

01. how did you find out about anime? Since childhood? Tmi time hey! My first anime were when I was about 5-6, Sailor Moon (it was on tv every afternoon, super badly dubbed but I lived for it) and Attack No. 1 (this one was on every Sunday morning and my dad used to watch it with me); I watched Inuyasha and Tokyo Mew Mew in highschool a lot, and then I started reading the manga my friends back then used to. I got back into it more when I was 19 due to a friend recommending me Ouran Highschool Host Club. And Death Note was ridiculously popular at uni lmao quite questionable how so many law students loved Light but hey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ c'est la vie

02. what’s your favorite anime? Hmm hard to say. I'll focus first on anime only and not anime based on manga, because that's an entire different thing. So... Free! I would say Free! is honestly my absolute favourite because it hit home with some stuff when it first aired. I related with Haruka a lot. Additionally, it's anime only so it suits this category best! I also enjoyed the visuals and animation of K Project a lot; they were surreal. And if I'm going for anime based on manga (I generally prefer the manga honestly) I would say Natsume Yuujinchou, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun and Fma:b have some of the best anime adaptations. Kny anime is doing well so far too!! For anime based on games, Utapri and Amnesia were great.

03. do you have a favorite j-music/k-pop group/singer?  Miyavi, Taeyeon, SNSD, BiSH, The Oral Cigarettes, EXO, Shinhwa, Orange Caramel

04. when is your bday? and how old are you? 9 october // 31 years old (the pandemic birthdays shouldn't count, so I should be 29 forever still)

05. currently, what is your favorite fandom anime? World Trigger, Kny and Jjk

06. despite the ups and downs on tumblr, what motivates you to stay here today and do your best? Out of sheer spite. Lololol. Honestly even if I go on hiatus sometimes, I can't see myself ever leaving this website for good. I met some of my best and closest friends here, and I'm still connecting with new friends about new interests, so it's a nice little happy corner. My grandchildren will inherit my canon urls, I kid you not. Truthfully, no other social media can ever compare.

07. finally create yourself in this picrew: link

Tagging (for either/or and only if you want, no pressure!!) 💕 @misakarose 💕 @spike-spiegels 💕 @ozvasselius 💕 @reigenphobe 💕 @childeapologist 💕 @kurozero 💕@keikuns 💕

#text #meme

[anotherhellchild]

📂 i love your headcanons!

Aaahhhh thank you so much!! 

Alright so, in honour of ur username…. Imma spout a Dadzawa + Bakuson + cat headcanon 

(Quick shout out to @arschemy first tho! This was originally her idea and she really helped me <3)

The sun’s going down and Katsuki is on his way back to the dorms from his run. 

It’s cold out, not cold enough for a jacket but definitely cold enough for a long sleeved shirt. The sky is getting darker and Katsuki’s heavy breaths become visible after every short exhale. The boy’s maybe got another three or four kilometers left before he’s back at UA’s gates, he’ll probably be there in about ten minutes.

A small, dark gray dot appears on the light gray concrete about two meters away from Katsuki’s feet. Then another falls a little away from there. Soon, more specs materialize and before Katsuki knows it, rain starts pouring down all around him. The street is empty. His hair dampens and falls down his forehead, wet locks of blond hair cover the top of his eyes. Raindrops slide down his neck and partially soaked socks make every step uncomfortable. 

He should probably pick up the pace.

There’s a loud shriek. Or more accurately, there’s a loud shriek-like sound. 

The noise comes from the alleyway to Katsuki’s right and the teen halts his movement right away. 

Taking a couple steps back, Katsuki peeks past the corner of the wall. He’s just in time to see a cardboard box flip over and fall to the ground. After a moment of nothing, the thing knocks itself about three centimeters to the left.

Katsuki’s pretty sure unanimous objects aren’t supposed to be able to do that.

He should probably investigate this. 

Making sure to keep his footsteps light, Katsuki carefully steps closer to the box. He needs to be cautious, you never know who or what could pop out from under a box in a sketchy alleyway. 

mrrreowwww!

Oh. It’s just a fucking cat.

Great. 

Somewhere, deep in the teen’s heart, Katsuki’s honestly a little relieved. Everywhere else though, Katsuki feels really stupid. 

Not everything is out to get you, you fucking idiot.

Maybe he’s starting to turn a little paranoid.

The side of the box lifts up slightly, just enough for a little black paw to stick out from underneath. 

Katsuki stares.

A black nose nudges it’s way underneath the box too, it fits perfectly in the gap created by the small paw. Whiskers and pointy teeth poke out from under cardboard.

Soundlessly, Katsuki crouches down.

The cat's head nudges and squirms it’s way out from underneath the box, once the small, drenched face completely finds its way out of its cardboard prison, it freezes.

Katsuki doesn’t move.

Big, red eyes stare into his.

Neither of them blink.

Rain still falls around them. Fat drops of water crash to the ground and two creatures get soaked in a stare off.

The cat gives first, it carefully tilts its head before cautiously continuing the process of getting out from under the box. It’s eyes stay locked on Katsuki.

Katsuki blinks then, the movement is slow and he doesn’t dare move any other muscle.

The cat blinks back. The thing’s found its way out from the box and it takes a cautious step towards the blond. Its black, spikey fur is a little tangled and really wet. Its ears are back and flat against its head. The thing looks underfed, cold and ready to pounce.

Katsuki offers his hand.

The distance between the two is closed slowly. After a couple sniffles, the cat comes even closer, maybe it senses Katsuki’s warmth. Maybe it craves that warmth.

Fuck.

Katsuki didn’t think he’d be relating to a fucking alleycat when he left for his run an hour ago, yet here he is. 

The boy carefully gives the shivering creature a pat on its head. The thing immediately demands for more.

No.

Fuck. 

He can’t get attached to the fucking cat. He’s not even a cat person for fucks sake.

mew

A little black paw comes up to tap Katusuki’s hand after it paused in its movement. Big red eyes seem to glow in the dark.

Tch.

When the hell did he become so weak?

---

Katsuki prays to any deity that nobody hears him enter the dorms. He really really really does not need anybody talking to him right now.

The cat squirms around in Katsuki’s shirt. The thing’s still shivering a little bit, but it’s already much better than twenty minutes ago. It serves as a nice lil’ heater on Katsuki’s chest too.

After looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Katsuki makes a bee-line for the stairs. By some miracle, he actually manages to make it to his room undetected.

Once he’s got the cat inside, Katsuki does his best to help the little guy out.

First, he takes the thing to the showers. Luckily for them, it’s too early in the evening for anybody else to be around in the bathroom so they get all the space they need to clean/ warm up. 

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to discover the hardest part of the whole ‘cleaning process’. Even though the damn thing is already soaking wet, it absolutely refuses to touch the warm, clean water Katsuki prepared for it. Lets just say that giving the cat a much needed bath has earned the boy quite a couple scratches. 

The cat’s an annoying lil’ beast.

After both of them are all cleaned up though, it’s easy for Katsuki to brush the tangles out of the cat’s fur. The animal doesn’t put up any fuss and it actually seems to lean into the touch.

Katsuki finds some dinner for the both of them after all that is said and done. The cat desperately needs some food and water and although there isn’t any cat food in the dorms, they both make due with some random things Katsuki finds in the kitchen.

It’s too late to go out to a pet store right now, that’s just going to have to be done tomorrow.

The rest of the night, Katsuki and the cat just chill together. Katsuki honestly never knew watching a cat chase a laser could be so entertaining.

This kind of sucks, he thinks a couple hours after he found this monstrosity of a creature stuck under a fucking cardboard box in some random alleyway. 

He looks down to where the bundle of black fur is curled up on his chest, the damn thing is purring and maybe maybe it's definitely already earned a special spot in Katsuki's heart.

I can’t keep you.

Katsuki knows he can’t. It would be unfair to the cat and it would be too selfish of him.

It’s not like he wants it this way, but he knows- he knows the cat deserves better.

So, there’re really only two options:

1) Take the cat to a shelter. It’d probably find a good home to live in. There’s no guarantee that would be the case though.

Or

2) … Aizawa’s birthday is coming up. Katsuki hasn’t thought about what he wants to give his sensei yet but, everyone knows the man has a soft spot for strays. 

Yeah, Katsuki’s already made up his mind.

---

It’s been a suspiciously normal birthday so far. Shota’s a little over 15 hours into the day and somehow, with his hell class, nothing drastic has happened yet. It’s almost unsettling, not that Shota’s complaining of course. He just… isn’t used to this relative normalness. 

Whatever, he’s decided to just enjoy it. Perhaps the gods have finally decided to grant him a small break and the least Shota could do is accept that.

Anyway, Shota’s almost done giving his feedback speech to the kids and once it’s over, he’ll finally be free to take a much deserved nap. 

“All in all, you guys did a good job today. Each of you know what you need to improve on individually so make sure you do. Dismissed.” 

The class tiredly falters to the changing rooms at his words, except one stays where he is. The sight makes Shota sigh.

This is gonna be trouble, he thinks. The particular kid who's decided to stay behind is kind of notorious for- well he’s notorious for a bunch of things, but Shota will just use the word ‘danger’ for now.

Bakugou walks towards him as soon as the rest of the class is gone.

“Hey teach, I uhh gotchu somethin’.” The absolute hell child kind of awkwardly scratches the back of his head with those words. It’s obvious he’s having trouble with this, nevertheless Shota is incredibly proud of how far he’s come with his people skills. “Happy birthday I guess.”

Bakugou hands him a small, poorly wrapped package.

Honestly, Shota’s pretty surprised by the gesture. He… wasn’t expecting this. The class has already congratulated him with cake and gifts this morning, it was cheesy and sappy and sweet and it was done. The moment has already been had and it’s also already passed. Now Bakugou, of all people, is showing an extra form of affection towards him with whatever is wrapped in that paper.

Has the kid been hit with a quirk or something?

Unwrapping the package, Shota discovers... a collar. 

Oh god.

It’s red with black seams on the outside and black with red seams on the inside. 

Shota’s getting a very foreboding feeling about this, he’s also quite confused.

The man looks up to find Bakugou smirking.

“You can flip it around so either the black or red side shows.” The boy says.

“Bakugou, wha-?” 

“I chose this colour cause it matches with his eyes.”

The kid crosses his arms over his chest. Somehow, the smirk on his face grows, an unnamed feeling in Shota’s chest grows with it. 

“Also, I haven’t gotten a name tag yet cause I figured you’d want to name him yourself. Personally, I kinda liked ‘Dynamite’, but it’s obviously up to you though.” 

Shota gulps. Pieces are falling together and he’s not sure he likes the picture they show. 

What exactly did his devil spawn student do?

There’s no way- did he? Did he do what Shota thinks he’s done?

“Alright alright, look.” The kid says, hands up in a defensive stance. “Calm down sensei, jeez. Stop looking at me like you’re having a heart attack. I’ll explain, Okay?”

Shota takes a deep breath. He will show now sign of hope or excitement on his face.

“I was out on a run last week and I found a stray cat. I brought it back to the dorms cause it looked like shit and I- I just didn’t wanna leave it there.” Bakugou frowns at that, his gaze tears away from Shota’s and focuses on the ground instead. “Whatever. It’s really sweet and it deserves a good home. I knew you really liked cats and with your birthday coming up and all I just kinda figured you might want him? If you don’t then that’s fine of course, I just- hmph. It’s a good cat, okay?” The words are spoken clearly, Shota knows they’re used to hide insecurities though. Katsuki’s on the defensive.

There’s a lot to unpack. The main thing Shota notes is that Katsuki’s clearly gotten attached to this cat of his. 

To be honest, Shota’s already made up his mind about this. 

“So, you’re telling me you’ve been hiding a cat in your dorm room for a week now? You’re aware that’s against the rules right?” He keeps his voice calm and monotone.

The kid huffs. “Yeah, I have. And I do. I wanted to wait till your birthday to give him to you though, it’d kinda spoil the surprise if I told you.”

“True.” Shota stands up, thank god his capture weapon is there to hide his smile. 

Katsuki looks up to him and there’s a bit of a pause. He stares at Bakugou and Bakugou stares right back.

 “Well, am I going to be allowed to meet Dynamite or what?” Shota says, one brow quirked up in challenge.

Bakugou releases a breath, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, you better take good care of him though, sensei. You won’t be forgiven if you don’t.” There’s a smirk on the boy’s lips, but his eyes are dead serious.

A fucking shovel talk.

Heh, leave it to his hell child to give such a casual yet intimidating shovel talk about a cat. 

Pretty impressive.

He’ll be a fine hero, Shota thinks.

---

So, Dynamite is a fucking angel. Shota loves him and it’s no wonder Bakugou got so attached to him, the cat literally follows the boy around everywhere and Bakugou is definitely its favorite person.

It’s kind of nice, seeing the kid relax and let loose whenever he comes over to the teachers dorm for the creature. It happens quite often and Shota even brings the thing over to the dorms sometimes, just so Bakugou can hang out with it for a while.

What? It’s good to see the kid’s shoulders slump down whenever Dynamite sits on his lap. Bakugou absentmindedly strokes soft, black fur and the actions automatically makes his guard drop, albeit slightly. 

Honestly, at this point Dynamite isn’t even his cat anymore. It’s his and Bakugou’s cat.

Shota doesn’t mind.

#IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER #pls forgive me ive just been so busy #and i really kinda hated my writing #but i felt so guilty for making you wait so long :(( #am very very sorry #anyway #the cat and katsuki are besties :) #Dynamite chills on katsukis shoulders all the time #it very cute #bnha #bakugou katsuki #shota aizawa #a cat #BNHA Headcanons #my hero academia #Headcanon #disclaimer btw: i know nothing about cats #do like them tho #folder ask!!

[vodkassassin]

world state: refresh, chapter two

Last chapter: “—From the description, it’s basically the same as the synopsis of your run of the mill VRMMORPG anime, except the virtual games are real worlds.”

“Sure, but if they’re real worlds, then what does being a Game Master mean?”

Shen Yuan grins down at him.

“Hey, Airplane,” he says. “How do you feel about being an actual god?” [Read ch. 1]

—

“Oh, yaaawn!” She throws herself back onto the plush surface behind her and stretches her arms above her head. “Man, what a chore! Hey, Dorazou, make a note to always double check the Mission Rating before accepting an Assignment in the future. No way in hell am I gonna be doing that again!”

“AwRAWRight!” The tiny avatar cheers, pumping a little red scaled fist into the air. “Reminder set! Hey, Host, if it’s any consolation, this system thinks you totally aced it!”

“Hmm,” she crosses her arms and stars at the collection of screens that have popped into existence before her. “The mission grading will be the judge of that. Let’s see, here…. Oh, awesome! I earned a double S score! You know what that means!”

Dorazou gives another little roar cheer that sounds more like a kitten's mew than anything. Ah, so cute! “Host may close her next Assignment! Congratulations!”

The agent gathers her hair up into a loose and messy bun at the top of her head, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Awesome. Let’s choose something easy, why don’t we? That last world was only an A-rank, but it gave me a lot more trouble than I bargained for. It should have been labeled at least S-tank! Dorazou, bring up all available Assignments. B-rank or lower only, please!”

“Gotcha!” The tiny dragon-themes sprite gives a little twirl, it’s clunky arms flailing adorably. “Assignment list set to: Easy!”

“Perfect, thanks! Let’s take a look, now… Otome-world…. Fantasy style cooking show star, haha. I have zero talent in that area, so please decline it for me, Dorazou…. Another Knights Order needs a Pure Heavenly Maiden for such and such ritual, ah, that honestly just sounds so sinister, decline! And here we have yet another otome assignment, damn. These things are such pests. Oh, what’s this?”

Sitting up, the agent leans in and peers closely at the screen, eyes bright in excitement. “Hey, Dorazou! This one calls for a team of agents!”

“That is correct!” Dorazou says, beaming. The dragon floats up to sit comfortably on the girl’s shoulder. “System Agents 74 and 81 have put in a request for additional manpower in the Game Master Assignment for World-120MAX. If Host accepts, she and four other agents will be tasked with working under the leadership of Agent 74 in creating and managing a Game World.”

She tilts back again, kicking her legs up into the air with some excitement. “What’s the deadline?”

Dorazou is quiet for a moment as it studies the screens. It gives a hearty cheer and pats the agent on the head. “No deadline! Host will remain on Agent 74’s GM Team until it is decommissioned by the Team itself!”

She jumps off the beanbag entirely to float up into the air, catching the little dragon sprite and hugging it to her chest. “Awesome! So it’s basically a neverending paid vacation, if we want it to be? That totally rocks! Dorazou, we lucked out with this one!”

“AwRAWRight!” The tiny system cheers, looping its scaly arms around her neck in a hug. “Is Host choosing this Assignment, then?”

“As if I’d ever turn down a chance like this! System Agents hardly ever get to work together! Dorazou, please confirm my acceptance!”

“Assignment chosen! Does Host wish to rest in the home space before starting?”

“Nah, I’m way too pumped now,” she clenches her fists and grins. “Dorazou, let’s go meet our new friends!”

“RAWR! World-120MAX loading! Twenty-eight percent! Fifty-percent! Eighty-three percent! World load complete! Entering database now!”

The agent grins as she dissolves into light. This is gonna be sweet!

—

“Nice to meet you! My name is Myra Khol, System Agent 23! I’m here for the Game Master Team Assignment!”

“The what?” The boy says, expression just positively befuddled as it has been when she’s first loaded into the world, and Myra tilts her head in slight confusion. Has this guy never met another agent before?

She hops down from the tree and steps over to him, a little surprised when he takes a step back in return. Man, this guy is shy! How cute!

“Wait a minute, did you just say ‘System’?” The boy straightens up, his eyes going even wider than they’d already been. “Does that mean you are also a transmigrator?”

“What else would I be?” Myra huffs out with some bemusement. “You guys clearly haven’t put any people in this world yet, so the only ones you’d be seeing are yourselves or another agent.”

“Agent…” the boy echoes, holding the fan up to his lips in thought. It’s an endearing gesture, something so old fashion being slightly out of place with the futuristic fantasy design of the boy’s outfit, and yet it still somehow fits him.

Myra blinks at him, and then decides to take pity. From the looks of it, this kid is a noob at the job. She remembers when that had been her. The good old days!

“Didn’t your Systems explain it to you guys yet?” She asks.

At her words, the boy’s expression darkens. “The System? No. Why would the System explain anything?”

Oh. That sounded like anger, there. Myra reaches out a hand and nervously scoots her precious Dorazou over until it’s hidden behind her back. The little dragon makes a tiny noise of confusion, but goes along with it.

The boy narrows his eyes at her action. “Speaking of systems… is that one yours?”

“Um, well,” Myra coughs. “Yes? But! Dorazou is such a sweet little thing! Wouldn’t harm a fly! Please take care of it!”

The boy looks confused. “Wouldn’t harm a fly! Have you never been threatened with Punishment Protocol?”

Myra gapes, aghast. “No! That’s reserved for triple S class worlds on the highest difficulty setting! Why would an Assignment like that be given to newbie agents?”

The boy stares at her, face pale.

“Oh.” Myra presses her hands over her mouth, staring at him in horror. “I mean, I’ve heard it happening only once. Someone being given an extreme-difficulty Assignment for their very first world. It was basically an impossible mission, but she luckily managed to complete it successfully. The Assignment Parameter glitch that led to it was suppose to have been fixed since then, though. Are you really saying…?”

The boy lets out a weak sounding laugh, bowing his head. He rubs the back of his arm across his eyes, and Myra feels something in her chest ache at the sight. These two agents… they’ve really been through the wringer, haven’t they?

Clearing her throat hesitantly, she asks, “The Assignment said there were two agents behind the request. Since you’re here, where’s your partner?”

“He’s on the other side of the Level, touching up on some persistent glitches that are occurring in quadrant five,” the boy releases an aggravated sigh. Then, he glances at Myra in surprise. “Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I? My name is Shen Yuan, it’s really nice to meet you.”

Myra grins back at him, relieved. “Is it? For a moment there, I thought you weren’t happy to see me.”

“Are you kidding?” Shen Yuan laughs again, and this one is much lighter. It suits him way better than the faintly grieved sound from before. “I am ecstatic to meet you. It’s nice to know that we’re not as alone as we thought. Here, I’ll take you to my… partner. He should be about finished by now.”

Myra bounces onto her toes in excitement. She grabs Dorazou by the tail and troops after Shen Yuan when the boy turns his back and begins to walk away.

“Man, not being given a tutorial world really sounds like it sucked,” Myra says, side eyeing her new teammate as she comes up beside him.

Shen Yuan has an odd smile on his face when he replies. “It was… definitely something, yes.”

“You want me to lodge a complaint with Management?” She asks, a pinch of worry between her brows. “If all three of us do it, they’ll have to take another look at the glitch and make double sure that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.”

Shen Yuan is quiet for a long while as they walk along the quaint little dirt path. The silence stretches into minutes, and Myra decides to leave him to his thoughts, because it looks like he’s pondering something pretty deep.

She busies herself with checking out their surroundings as they move along. Shen Yuan has called this area the Level, and she’s assuming it’s the first of its kind, and therefore intended to be the Starting Area for the Players when they enter into this world. She’s done her reading while loading into the Assignment, so she’s fairly confident in her ability to assist Shen Yuan and his partner with whatever sort of administration work they need help with. So far though, from what she’s seeing, the two of them are actually off to a really good start. One or both of them must have some sort of experience in world building.

What a perfect Assignment for them, if that’s the case.

Especially if what Shen Yuan says is true, and he really had suffered through a triple S class of extreme difficulty for what was suppose to be their tutorial world. He really deserves a paradisal vacation such as this, where he can recuperate from the troubles he’d faced.

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place,” Shen Yuan finally says, voice so quiet that Myra wouldn’t have heard it if the rest of the world around them wasn’t dead silent. It seems the audiosphere hasn’t been set up, yet.

Myra glances over to her side, and finds Shen Yuan staring down at the ground with a frown on his pretty face. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides.

“You said they already patched the glitch, so it shouldn’t have happened. They — whoever they are — clearly didn’t do their job.”

Myra bites her lip, and hugs a strangely quiet Dorazou to her chest. “Yeah, so we should file a complaint, right? And we can get the rest of the team on board with it, too, once they get here. I’m sure they’ll agree, too.”

“The rest of the team?” Shen Yuan asks, frown still present. He flicks his wrist, and the fan opens with a sharp snap and a skillful flourish. Myra stares at the action in awe. So refined! So graceful! And the fan itself was exquisite.

“I’m sorry, could you elaborate on the… Assignment Parameters you mentioned before? Xiao Lei and I just needed help, and the system said we’d have it. It didn’t explain what that help was, or where it would come from.”

Xiao Lei must be the other agent, Shen Yuan’ partner. Myra files the name away and directs a bright smile in the direction of her new teammate.

“Sure thing! Basically, your request generated a new Assignment in the listings for agents. It asks for five agents to form a team directly under you and your partner, though Agent 74 is suppose to be the team leader. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

Shen Yuan blinks at her, before his frown returns in full force. It looks faintly irritated this time, and the boy calls out, “System, what is my, uh, Agent number?”

There’s a faint sound of static, before a slightly stilted and robotic voice replies, “Host is filed as Agent 81.”

Myra glances down to see a Siamese cat, tail poised elegantly in the air and ears perked upright, weaving between Shen Yuan’s every step like a ghost. The cat glances up at her and blinks it’s bright blue eyes at her with an indifferent gaze.

“Oh, is that your System? It’s so cute!” She squeals.

The cat glances away from her, and Shen Yuan huffs.

“It’s an absolute snob, is what it is,” the boy refutes.

His system doesn’t look back up, and Myra feels a little bad for it, but…. Well, she supposed, if she’s been trapped in an SSS-rank hell world for her first Assignment, she might have some resentment toward her system, too.

She clutched Dorazou to her chest at the terrible thought, and is comforted when the little dragon spite turns around to nuzzle her back. It seems she’s really lucked out, huh?

“Does your system have a name?” She asks, scratching Dorazou behind the ear.

“Does it need one?” Shen Yuan asks coldly.

Myra cringes, glancing down at the aloof-looking cat that darts between his legs. It doesn’t even twitch at the way that it’s host speaks about it, and Myra decides to change the subject least the air becomes too awkward.

“So, um, I guess your partner is the designated team leader, then!” She tries, her smile fixed in place.

Shen Yuan shrugs. He flutters the pretty fan in front of his face and holds his other arm behind his back. He looks like some sort of regal young master of an ancient dynasty, with a posture like that. Myra wonders what the setting of his last world had been. Imperial court drama, perhaps? That sort of plot was almost always a guaranteed S rank.

“It suits him,” Shen Yuan says. “He has the most experience in creating worlds, so I guess I’d follow his lead even if he wasn’t the boss. Though, I’ll definitely be there to advise him, so he doesn’t get too carried away.”

“Carried away?” Myra wonders.

“It happens, sometimes.” Shen Yuan grimaces. “If it’s true that we’ll be a team, then I’ll be counting on you to keep an eye on him, as well.”

“Yes, of course!” Myra is a little confused, but Shen Yuan obviously knows his partner best, so she’ll take his words to heart. She salutes him. “You can definitely rely on me for that!”

This gets her a faint smile, and she inwardly cheers. This boy is surprisingly difficult to get a response out of. Myra hasn’t met someone like him in a long time.

Suddenly, Shen Yuan pulls to a stop, and gestures ahead of them. “We’re here,” he says, and then sighs. “Looks like he’s not finished… I wonder….”

Myra looks ahead of them, to see a huge structure looming in the distance. The forest they’ve been strolling through has given way to an open plain, grasslands mixed with an opaque sandy desert. A few hundred meters away sits a hulking building, which in closer examination is not a building at all, but in fact some sort of autonomous being. It’s collapsed on its side, limbs askew, a central panel of its torso gaping open to allow its mechanical insides to be strewn about throughout the grass and sand around it. There’s faint noises of metal hitting against metal coming from within it, and when Myra squints, she can just make out a tiny figure perched on the very edge of the thing’s opened chassis.

Shen Yuan takes a step forward, and Myra keeps back. He closes his fan with a satisfying clack and slips it into the pocket of his shorts, and then cups his hands around his mouth. “Hey, Shang Lei! Come here!”

Oh, so the other agent’s name was Shang Lei, not Xiao Lei.

Myra pokes at her lip in thought as she watches the distant figure poke it’s head up out of the mechanical innards of whatever creature they were tinkering around inside of. Shen Yuan, Shang Lei… those names both sound pretty Chinese to her. And in Chinese, Xiao is often used as a diminutive or an endearment. So, this must mean that Shen Yuan and Shang Leo are actually very close friends, right? Myra covers her smile with a hand.

Due to context gathered from Shen Yuan's earlier words, it must also be likely that they were partners in their last world. Meaning that Shang Lei also experienced what was, in layman’s terms, called a Hell Assignment. And it is likely that the Hell Assignment was also Shang Lei’s first Assignment, given that Shen Yuan has no idea about a lot of System Agent common sense.

If they were partners all this time, if Shang Lei had previous transmigration experience, he’d have schooled his partner on it by now. And yet, Shen Yuan was ignorant of a lot of things.

Myra presses both her palms to her cheeks and sighs quietly as she watches Shang Lei approach them. Shen Yuan has stepped up to meet him, but she can clearly see the hesitant way that Shang Lei holds himself, the wary way that he eyes her. The way that he slides himself into the shadow of Shen Yuan’s barely taller stature when he realizes she’s looking back at him.

She sighs in her heart, as well, and clutches Dorazou in one arm like a teddy bear. Her system pays her on the hand.

“—apparently posted an assignment asking for other agents to come and lend us a hand.” Shen Yuan is explaining quietly to his partner — his friend. He gestures at her with a hand. “This is Myra Khol, the first one to accept the mission.”

Myra steps forward the smallest step she can take without it seeming like she’s wary of them, too. It still makes Shang Lei duck even further behind Shen Yuan. She does not let it dim her smile.

“Hi, I’m Myra, System Agent 23! I’m pleased to meet you, boss!”

Shang Lei peeks out from behind his friend with wide eyes. There’s a complicated expression on his face.

“... Nice to meet you, too,” he mumbles, and curls back behind Shen Yuan as soon as the last word is out.

That is it! Myra has decided! She will help these two to the best of her abilities, not because it’s the Assignment, but because she wants to!

Dorazou! Edit Assignment self parameters!

[[Host!]]

The dragon sprite makes a soft noise from within her grasp. She sees the way that Shang Lei’s eyes dart down to it, and the frown that graces his face as he glances shyly back toward her with an expression that almost looks faintly concerned. For her. And given the fact that it’s very possible that Shang Lei’s opinion of systems is the same as Shen Yuan’s, due to their not-so-great past experiences, the look that he’s sending her now makes Myra’s heart melt.

[[Assignment parameters, self edit mode!]]

Myra’s smile broadens.

Take care of Agent 74 and Agent 81! Priority!

#scum villain's self saving system #bofuri #cheating men must die #world state: refresh #update #vodkassassin fanfiction #cucumberplane #vodkas ocs

[greedentstripes]

I posted 1,155 times in 2021

307 posts created (27%)

848 posts reblogged (73%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.8 posts.

I added 1,310 tags in 2021

#nick greedent - 294 posts

#reply - 219 posts

#answered ask - 161 posts

#reblog - 129 posts

#shelly greedent - 117 posts

#cody mew - 105 posts

#pokeasksleepover - 84 posts

#reblarg - 72 posts

#john gumshoos - 68 posts

#pokeask - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#im normally just ''do whatever'' when it comes to ask calls but my yam brain came up with some ideal combinations

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Deidra@Shelly: So, what's it been like raising Nick? It's hard being a mother, I tell you that! But I love every single day of it. Us moms got to stick together, hm?

(Shelly looks down) At the start, it was really hard. He was different from a lot of children his age, and i’m not talking about the stripes going down his back either.

(Shelly twiddled her paws together) It took about 6 or 7 years for us to figure out our child was autistic, and then from there, it got easier. Knowing that much, we were able to work around his condition and get him some help.

(Shelly looked down again) But the adjustments could only help so much... by the end of eighth grade, i could tell he was looking more and more disheveled. Eventually, given a recent...excuse, I decided to stop putting him through school. I don’t even want to homeschool him, I just... want him to feel comfortable.

(Shelly sighed submissively) He’s learned enough, so i’m not going to bother putting our child through secondary if it means making him depressed. He’ll mature eventually. Maybe he’ll mature slower than most kids. That’s a certainty i’ve grown to accept. By the time we’re dead he’ll be more than ready to fend for himself.

(Shelly perked up, looking at the Deoxys before her) But you’re right. Mothers need to stick together, to share their struggles, and their accomplishments. And on the days where Nick is at his happiest? I'm happy. And so is John. And we therefore live our lives a day at a time, looking forward to the days where Nick is at his happiest. It's a rollercoaster, but raising Nick was well worth it.

14 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 00:12:49 GMT @house-of-hemingway

#4

The zorua smiled approaching very quickly Shelly with a cheery smile "Hello there love !" she greeted before reaching over to her side taking out a bag "I brought some pokepuffs for you and you're family here !" she now looked over the place "Say love, I would love to hear about you're younger years with you're husband do you have any fun stories"

(Shelly giggled graciously) Aww, thank you dear! You shoul--

(Nick bolted in with a look of excitement) POKEPUFFS!!! YAAASSS!!!!--OUCH!

(Shelly is quick to grab Nick by the scruff of his neck just before he can do any damage.) --dn't have...Nick, hun, i know you're excited about these things, but can you PLEASE NOT tackle our guests in excitement?! For Zamazenta's sake, show some control!

(Nick sniffles, breaking into a sob realizing what just happened) S-sorry mom...sob...

(Shelly releases Nick's scruff and then turns him around to hug him tightly and consolingly) Ni--Nick, don't cry...I'm sorry I had to discipline you then and there. I know you know better, you know you know better, you just need to learn to curb impulses like these. I know you love these things as much as a sweet Malasada, but you're a grown Greedent now. You're bigger than me and Dad even. You can't go doing that anymore! It was cute as a Skwovet, but...you're not a Skwovet anymore.

(Nick sighs longingly as he calmed down) I-I know. Ma'am? I'm sorry I almost tackled you, Miss Zorua. I meant well, but I got excited...

(Shelly giggled) What are we supposed to do when someone gives us treats like these, dear?

(Nick) Sit patiently on my haunch and say "Please" and "Thank you!"?

(Shelly) Good boy! Now go play your video games dear, I'll bring you in a few pokepuffs in a minute. Lemme finish up my conversation first though, okay?

(Nick) Yes mom! I love you mom!

(Shelly) I love you too Nicky.

* As soon as Shelly lets go of Nick, and hears the door to Nick's room click, she continues with her conversation with Darling.

(Shelly lets out a sheepish and embarrassed chuckle looking downward apologetically) I'm sorry about my son there. Normally, he's kind of shy and curious, but when you mention things he likes, *Shelly snaps her paw* just like that. Super excited like a young Yamper. And then he gets embarrassed when he realizes what he's been doing, and well, ehe, neurodivergent children, what can you do? Just gotta push them away from the wrong direction every now and then. But usually, my son is well behaved.

(Shelly clears her throat trying to brush aside the distraction from her mind) Anyways, that aside, you know who was spry like a Yamper? John, when we first met. Bounciest little Yungoos I ever met. Would have never believed he was three quarters of a year older than me had I never asked! He had a real fighting spirit in him, but I was so much stronger than him that I didn't want to outshadow him, so I held myself back as I watch him topple rattatas and the like, complimenting him all the while.

(Shelly showed a tiny blush on her cheeks and ears, as her tail suddenly poked in front of her face) I guess all that complimenting and such ended up being the fuel for our future relationship, because I suppose as it went on, it didn't take long before most of those compliments became not only encouraging, they were also starting to become genuine as well, most especially after he evolved. Then they started getting heartfelt and lovey-mushy...

15 notes • Posted 2021-10-26 01:01:47 GMT @darling-zorua

#3

Livingston @Cody: "Fascinating! You're a real live Mew!" He adjusts his glasses, looking with awe. He straightens slightly, and he smiles. "My name is Livingston, I work as a professor. If it's alright with you, I'd like to ask a few questions about your life. Where I come from, it's pretty rare to still see purebreeds, let alone Mew."

(Cody turns around) Yea, sure, I wou--

* Cody's pupils scaled immensely, seeing the shape from which the question came from. His fur went pale, and without saying a word, he surrounded himself in an entirely opaque green psychic bubble, of which no one can could see inside nor outside of it. He cowered in the middle whilst in a nonverbal episode, inhaling and exhaling rapidly until such time in which he can muster enough strength to teleport to safety.

* Long story short, Cody is going through an episode; it had been years since his last bout with PTSD, but it would appear as if the sight of a Flygon, or a Flygon hybrid as it were, was enough to set it off. Why though?

* The clues seem to be coming together...

15 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 16:01:20 GMT @ask-team-misfit

#2

(askingstickypaws) Rue@ Nick: "Your tail is good for hiding things, yes?" The Paleon signed with a piercingly curious look, "Do you hide trinkets or treasures there? Just food? A walking treasure chest, huh?"

* Nick watched Rue make intricate movements with their paws and arms, and tilted his head in confusion. He pulled his phone up and opened a text-to-speech app.

(Nick) I'm uh, terribly sorry, I understand you want to tell me something, but I don't know Sign Language. No one in my family has had need to learn it so I've never been taught.

(Nick handed Rue his phone) Would you mind transcribing your words to this phone? I hope it isn't too much trouble. And hey, i'm open to new experiences, maybe you could teach me sometime though?

15 notes • Posted 2021-11-04 01:00:44 GMT @askingstickypaws

#1

(tempest-waves) Chase @ Nick: "Oh hey, you're a... Greedent, right?" Chase smiled. "There aren't very many other species where I live, so seeing so many has been really cool!" He paused, then sheepishly rubbed a paw against the back of his head, hoping that hadn't come across wrong. "Anyway, uh... what do you think are some fun activities at an event like this?"

(Nick) Yeah! I'm a Greedent. A little bit of Gumshoos in there, but I look entirely like a Greedent shape wise. You can call me Nick by the way.

(Nick) Well, er, there are some tents on the roof, you can do some stargazing, maybe try to make up some constellations or find ones you recognize or have learned about. And then out front, there's a campfire and some logs where you can tell stories and eat s'mores. We might be running low on chocolate though unless Willow planned ahead that much? I don't know just how much Atzin and I ate the other day, we lost count at some point. Just don't eat twice your weight in s'mores or you'll be sorry. We knew we were.

(Nick) And er, Willow just recently opened up a concert by the gazebo. If you want to rock out, offer some songs to the Toxtricity up front and they'll get your back.

18 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 01:01:44 GMT @tempest-waves

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[in-tua-deep]

Umbrella academy Pokémon AU? Each sibling has an affinity to a legendary maybe?

okay you have made me curious enough to explore this in between my monumental task of scanning in Every Family Photo in the house 

so i’m thinking this is a universe where all these children are just. Found. No parents, nothing, because I want to avoid implications. But the point is that these children are blessed by a legendary, sort of. They’re not pokemon, but they’re not really human either because humans aren’t supposed to have powers like pokemon, right? They’re kind of like human shaped pokemon really

Anyway Reginald collects the kids and squirms through on a technicality because technically the kids aren’t human so he can train them like a pokemon team. And so begins the Umbrella Academy! Which is a team of six because that’s the max number of pokemon on a team of course, sorry Vanya you have to stay behind in the box manor

i’m using this page as a reference because i will freely admit i’m behind on legendaries and sub-legendaries and mythical pokemon and also i don’t really know the difference between those three categories

Luther: 

Zamazenta: Shields the others, durability from steel form, fighter. Has second form which could symbolize Luther going from ‘regular’ human appearance to enhanced form that he is ashamed of as it’s less human.

Terrakion: My guy is built like a brick wall and is strong enough to destroy a castle wall in like, one blow. I love and support them.

Lunala: this one is just me being an asshole because Lunala is known as “the beast that calls the moon” and Luther’s relationship to the moon is a big old thing right there

Diego:

Palkia: this is because Palkia has the ability to warp space which is. Pretty much Diego’s power in the show right? Warps space to that his knives always hit? Also explains Diego’s fight on sight rivalry with Five if Five is Dialga’s lmao Luther stops him from yeeting himself at Five like, at least twice in the show that I remember off the top of my head

Zacian: this is literally just because it’s got a sword and Diego’s power is sharp pointy things so

Virizion: They have knife horns on their head. Knife horns. That’s all.

Allison:

Azelf: Azelf is the bringer of willpower and Allison’s whole thing is overriding that, which Azelf has been shown to be able to do.

Jirachi: her reality powers could be explained by managing to tap into wishes, though Jirachi’s wishes can’t create objects.

Klaus: 

Mew: okay if we’re gently looking at comics Klaus as well then the ability to levitate and be a tiny little shit is absolutely perfect and also makes sense with Reginald’s insistence of Klaus’s incredible potential?? Let me be valid. Also, lives at the tree of life right? Opposite of life is death so that could tie in I guess??????

Yveltal: stealing life energy is as close as I could find to an actual death related legendary I’ll be honest.

Darkrai: he’s nightmares but I mean Klaus has a lot of those so. Seriously where is the pokemon god of the dead like the closest i can find are the legendary beasts because they literally died in a tower (that’s dark)

Five:

Dialga: the obvious choice because Dialga is literally like the time god. Since Dialga lives in another dimension I figure they just kind of scoop Five up and steal him? And so Five is stuck in Dialga’s dimension while he’s trying to both master his powers and get home. While having to deal with his overprotective pokemon dad. Also feeds into his ability to rile Diego up with like one word if Diego is Palkia’s

Celebi: able to travel through time and exist simultaneously through time so a stellar choice for obvious reasons. However, Celebi could also be the one who rescues Five from Dialga’s realm since Celebi can sense if something is a temporal anomaly and return them to their timeline sO that’s a possibility. Shared custody?

Xerneas: look Xerneas has the power to share eternal life and it would neatly explain why Five is just. An eternal thirteen-year-old like he is in the comics so there’s that. He would be so salty about it, too. Five just. turns into a tree for seventeen years after using his powers too much lmao can you imagine?? The tree in the courtyard is actually five surprise bitches

Ben:

Giratina: travels and controls dimensions besides those of time and space which could totally explain his ability to access whatever weird tentacle dimension exists in his stomach?? There we go Ben there is a gate to the distortion world

Deoxys: the closest I could get to a weird tentacle legendary honestly??

Yveltal: stealing life energy and then going to sleep is probably about as scary as tentacles right?? look there’s a distinct lack of weird tentacle legendaries it’s a problem

Vanya:

Meloetta: for that musical tie in yo. Also bulbapedia says that Meloetta is capable of becoming invisible and if that’s not a metaphor for Vanya’s childhood I don’t know what is.

Arceus: i mean. If anyone could end the world in one blow it’s probably the original pokemon god, right?

I’m personally liking Terrakion for Luther, Palkia for Diego, Azelf for Allison, Mew for Klaus, Dialga for Five, Giratina for Ben, and Meloetta for Vanya but there are several i like and also if there are ones y’all want to argue for or throw into the ring let me know! I definitely don’t proclaim to be the most knowledgeable person about pokemon

(especially legendaries which i lost track of years ago rip)

Ben, staring at his hands: If Giratina is my parent. Does that mean arceus is my… grandparent? Is god my grandparent, guys?

just shenanigans

Klaus: yeah i died but mom bailed me out of the afterlife

Luther: mo - you mean mew?

Klaus: oh yeah, mew. lol i dunno how they knew but they highfived me and yeeted me back to life. they have tiny baby hands i love them

Ben: i don’t know what the fuck mew is legend of and at this point i’m too afraid to ask

#ask me #anonymous #tua au #the umbrella academy #tua pokemon au #pokemon au #they're the legendaries kids y'all #sort of #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hagreeves #number five #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #vanya is giving me so much trouble #klaus was a tricky bastard as well #celebi is five's weird time sibling who bails him out and helps him sneak of of dialga's house #reginald is just a really weird pokemon trainer #who collects rare pokemon #and what is rarer than a bunch of human shaped pokemon #i keep mispelling giratina as girantina #they're all technically baby gods???? #little baby demigods #i mean latias and latios can shapeshift into human form so #i'm valid

[theangrypokemaniac]

Whenever fans invent children for Jessie and James, they tend to come up with two.

Two?

You think I've waited 20+ years for Rocketshipping to reach fruition only to have it resolve in a mere brace of offspring?!

As if!

This is love that could burn holes in the cosmos! It can't help but create more life than that!

Have you no concern for equal representation of combinations? For all that is righteous, it has to go like this:

• Boy just like James.

• Girl just like James.

• Boy just like Jessie.

• Girl just like Jessie.

• Boy with James's hair and Jessie's eyes.

• Girl with James's hair and Jessie's eyes.

• Boy with James's eyes and Jessie's hair.

• Girl with James's eyes and Jessie's hair.

That makes eight. Eight in eight years thank you.

Being of a generous disposition, I'll let Jessie have the next twelve-month period off, but after that:

• Boy just like Pa James.

• Girl just like Pa James.

• Boy just like Ma James.

• Girl just like Ma James.

• Boy with Pa's hair and Ma's eyes.

• Girl with Pa's hair and Ma's eyes.

• Boy with Pa's eyes and Ma's hair.

• Girl with Pa's eyes and Ma's hair.

Ah, sixteen, that's a nice round number.

Hey, they'll be paying for these kids you know!

Yes, as James's parents the grandchildren would take after them anyway, but specifically, the Ma ones would have her purple and her face, and the Pa sort his blue and the dangly piece of which he is justly proud.

James inherited it but Pa's is a thicker example.

I can hear you now:

Ooh, what about Ma Jess?

I wish there were more pictures available to offer some variety.

Ma Jess?!

You people make me sick. Jessie ain't some breed mare built to fulfil your fantasies.

She's having the necessary sixteen, but oh no, that's not enough, you've got to to push her to the edge.

Besides:

1. If Ma Jess wanted to be properly represented genetically she should've stayed and brought her daughter up, rather than fannying about on a suicide mission. Think of Ma and Pa's fine example.

I told yer, Mew lives in the jungle. She only goes up mountains in the skiing season. Even then it's off piste.

2. Jessie looks mostly like Ma Jess anyway so that'll do.

Considering that Jessie and Jessibelle are so similar, and Jessie is the image of her mother, any connection between the girls, should one exist, must come from Ma Jess's side, not any supposed father.

3. There are many folk out there who keep Ma Jess in mind when writing their stories and creating the upcoming generation, for all that she is a borderline mythological character who is canon only in the dub, ironically enough, and probably isn't anymore, until she is again.

If you want the output of those for whom her non-existent existence presses like a ten-ton weight on their conscience, they are all around you, but, who I ask, speaks for Ma and Pa's input? You know, The Best Parents In Pokémon, who stayed together and didn't abandon their son?

Come on, they've only got three fans, and that's including the one Ma holds! Someone's got to champion their half of the bloodline!

If more Ma and Pa followers read this, then show thyself!

4. We don't have a single iota of information on that bastard Pa Jess. The only thing I ever heard, back in the day, was him serving as Pokémon's version of Windy Miller, i.e. quite the alky.

Who's Windy Miller? I've been dying to give myself an an excuse to mention him.

Windy Miller was a main character in Camberwick Green, Trumpton and the other one, the name of which escapes me. These were searing documentaries of bleak rural poverty, the existential pain of living and one man's eternal struggle with the dæmon drink.

This was that man:

I've now convinced myself that's Pa Jess.

Look at him, swanning about his felt smock, his red bow, his shiny shoes and his Puritan hat: he's a menace to society.

Ah, and who shined those shoes? You can bet it wasn't him.

Windy Miller owned a windmill (shocked, aren't you?) and was always getting him into amusing scrapes thanks to his bibulous ways

See?

It got so bad they had call to the British Army from the the Napoleonic Wars to sort 'im out, as if they haven't got enough problems.

Windy was such a commited imbiber he didn't sup bottles of cider like lightweight teenage hooligans. He knocked back pots of the stuff.

Hardcore brother, hardcore.

The local children therefore learnt the harsh realities of life at an early age. The above picture is probably a fair encapsulation of Jessie's childhood.

You've never seen Pa Jess and Windy Miller side by side, have you?

It's because they're the same person. Where Windy originated we know not, and whither Pa went is a mystery, but no longer.

Thus concludes the history of Pa Jess.

Where was I? Oh yes, apparently when Ma Jess perished, Pa scraped together all the money not pissed up the wall and sent Jessie off to Pokémon Tech., after which he promptly died, of cirrhosis presumably. Or he went home more like.

Despite the clear evidence provided on Pa's identity, I'm sure some killjoy will quibble over the details. I suppose we have to humour such people.

Consequently, we can't legally claim to have knowledge of Pa Jess's appearance, barring the brood from inheriting it, meaning only a couple of options are open to us:

• Boy just like Ma Jess.

• Girl just like Ma Jess.

Alright! That's eighteen kids! Are you happy now?

Ooh, what about overpopulation?

Correction: the world's overpopulated with scum. We need more good 'uns to prevent being outnumbered.

If you're a husband and wife determined to spend eternity together, you might as well have  as many babies as possible.

I'm looking at you there, Ma and Pa James!

Compare Brock's lot: ten kids, Pa effed off, Ma died of exhaustion!

If that's what faithless marriages produce, rock-solid unions ought to contribute to the nation's wellbeing by bringing up decent children.

She is ethereally beautiful.

I can forgive a lot from a pretty face.

I've never seen this picture elsewhere, so if you use it, I will know it's from me.

Take it! Spread it across the internet! But I claim to be the originator.

As for Rumishippers (I know you're about, I've seen the art) I'm sure they also approve of these dynastic plans, as long as a slight tweak in the mother's name is allowed.

The fecundity will be as forthcoming, for we may conclude that Jessibelle is one to never utter the passion-thwarting line to James:

'Not tonight dear, I've got an headache.'

Not many men can say that whatever girl they choose to marry, the children will be same.

#rocketshipping #rumishipping #jessie #james #jessie and james #ma james #pa james #ma and pa james #jessibelle #james's mom #james's dad #james's parents #ma jessie #jessie's mom #pa jessie #jessie's dad #jessie's parents #James and Jessibelle #Windy Miller #Camberwick Green #Trumpton #YouTube

[softestziam]

I blame @dancefairies for this.

“Here.”

Eric froze as the tiny baby was placed into his arms. He was so afraid he’d break her if he breathed too hard. She just laid still in his arms, sleeping soundly. He watched her cautiously as she just slept, staring at her tiny little chest as it rose with every breath. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Bond with her,” Dele said, taking a seat next to him. “This is your first chance with our little girl. Introduce yourself.”

“She knows me,” Eric quickly protested. “I talked to her all nine months.”

“I know, Diet,” Dele scoffed with a shake of his head. “We both did. I spent all morning with her, she recognizes our voices but now we can feel you, smell you.”

Eric looked over at Dele like he had a hundred heads. When did he become the baby whisperer? Maybe when he read all the books that were given to them. Eric browsed through them, claiming he already knew everything from his nieces and nephews. “Smell me?”

“We’re animals, Eric. The smell helps bond,” he told him. “Matter of fact, take off your shirt.”

“You’re batshit,” Eric told him firmly, his voice a harsh whisper. “I will not take my shirt off.”

“Skin to skin,” Dele explained. “It’ll help the bond.”

“Stop taking the piss, Delboy,” Eric told him, a warning tone to his voice. “Our little girl is hardly a day old and you already want me to be the joke of the two of us.”

“Eric Jeremy Edgar Dier,” Dele sternly barked at him, wincing when the baby stirred in her slumber. “I want you to experience everything that fatherhood can offer. You weren’t around to see the birth, she and I are thick as thieves. Now it’s your turn. Strip.”

Eric hesitantly handed their daughter over to Dele and ripped off his shirt in mere seconds. He readjusted himself on the chair, making grabby hands at his husband for the baby. “Now what?”

Dele swatted Eric’s hands away and made sure to be extra carefully when removing the hospital onesie from his daughter. He fixed the hospital issued hat on her head before carefully placing her on Eric’s chest. “Just relax and bond.”

“She’s warm,” he said in amazement, his right hand placed softly on her back, feeling her breath. “Do I say anything?”

“Do whatever you want, love,” he softly laughed. “We had a wonderful conversation this morning.”

Eric readjusted himself once more, holding tight so he wouldn’t drop the baby. He was hyper paranoid of every little movement he made. Was he breathing too hard and squishing her chest? Was he too warm thus transferring his body temperature to her? He just stared down at her and watched her sleep, a tiny smile creeping on her beautiful face, a sigh of content escaping her tiny lips. “Hello, beautiful. Daddy’s here now. I heard you had a wonderful conversation with your Pop this morning.”

“I’ll leave you alone,” Dele told him. He could feeling himself being an intruder on their special moment. He stood up and placed a kiss on Eric and their daughter’s foreheads. “I’ll get us something to eat.”

“Thanks,” he replied. He sighed once they were alone, now more afraid than he was before. “Hey Fay, my perfect beautiful little angel. I’m am so happy you’re here, finally. I know Pop is too. We’ve been waiting for you our whole lives it seems.”

Eric felt a little silly talking to a sleeping baby shirtless. He knew that he needed to speak so she’d grow accustomed to his voice, his smell, his touch. Fay just laid there on his chest, breathing evenly and sleeping. Doing exactly what a newborn should be doing.

“I can’t wait until you come home,” he continued, gently rubbing her back, just so he could feel her smooth fresh, baby skin. “Your avós and your tias and tios are so excited to meet you, all your cousins too. They can wait though because I want you all to myself, me and Pop. It’s taken us a long, long time to get you here. We had to go through so much heartache and pain and fight for you to be here but it was so worth it, Fay, so worth it.”

Fay let out a low mew noise like an animal that startled Eric. He immediately panicked, looking around the room trying to figure out who and how’d he call for help. The noise was quickly over after Fay moved her little legs and stretched, getting herself comfortable on Eric properly. He let out a sigh of relief that his panic was only momentarily. He just kept staring at her in amazement. She was here. After trying for a baby for close to two years, Eric was now a father. If someone had told him six years ago when he met a little pencil looking kid named Dele that they’d be married and fathers, he’d laugh in your face.

“Wouldn’t change it,” Eric said out loud. “You were so worth the wait little Fay. I’ve had so many highs in my life, meeting your Pop, falling in love with him, marrying him. Winning the league and the World Cup all in one year, but you my dear, are my best accomplishment.”

Dele knocked softly on the door before walking back into the room, a brown bag of what smelt like greasy food in his hand. “How you guys doing?”

“Good,” Eric replied with a wide smile. “She’s a good audience.”

“Let her rest,” Dele said, placing the bag on the table and taking Fay from Eric’s arms. He placed her softly in her bassinet watching her stir briefly before going back to sleep. “Come on dad, let’s eat.”

Eric accepted the food passed to him, his eyes never leaving Fay as she rested. “She’s ours, Del. We created her.”

Dele let out a soft chuckle. “We did good, Dier.”

Eric let out a sigh of content as he put his shirt back on, suddenly feeling chilly without the heat of the baby on his chest. “We’re gonna be good at this.”

Dele looked between his husband and daughter, a wide smile on his face. He was so overcome with emotions, especially love for the both of them. “Yeah, we are.”

#deledier #my writing

[dafukdidiwatch]

REVIEWING TIME TRAVELING BABIES

Right, so, I have now complete understanding (hopefully) over the progression of the Universes that have popped up. Alpha-Jegus->Karkat->John->Jane. I got that.

I also got that the Reset just changed the time/location the babies were originally going to. Pre-Reset, the babies would have gone into the past and grown up to the gang we all know and love. Post-Reset, they would have gone to a different dimension in different locations and turn into the Alpha-Verse.

So that means John (our boy john) was the one to create ALL the babies, and ALL 8 sets of both Alpha and Beta-verse.

And since each baby didn’t launch yet without a gift/present, let’s see where each of those things ended up.

JANE

She got the hat. In Beta-Verse, she didn’t really much wear the hat (seeing how most of the time she is a ghost).

But in Alpha-Verse, Jane uses the hat as a way of expressing her interest in Detectives. Mean that hat went through an explosive landing and time, but still has ink splots on from when Beta-Dad went through Skaia.

JAKE

He got the Guns.

in Beta-Verse, he grew up to be Harley, named after his dog. He had duel-Pistols, which he used to accidentally kill the Colonel. Baby Jade was messing with them, prompting Tavros to move the guns away from her, and killing Harley instead. 

In Alpha-Verse, Jake just has the guns and his weapon of choice are the guns.

DAVE

Dave got Maplehoof. He stole Rose’s birthday present.

In Beta-Verse, his baby ass killed her gift (the bastard) and Bro just made it into a leather bib for some fucking reason.

Alpha-Verse, yeah we haven’t really seen the original Maplehoof, just this tiny version of it. So my theory is that Maplehoof died again in Alpha-Verse, and Dave grew up, wanted to replicate that, and just used his vast wealth to create a tiny-ass version of Maplehoof, like what happened in Spy Kids 2.

ROXY

So this one is a bit easy. Mutant Mew-Mew was created by Rose, taken in game by Rose, and John ended up with her. Given to baby Roxy.

In Beta, this was probably the thing that inspired he to be a scientist, to find the secrets of the 4 eyed cat and study with her super secret science lab underground. And honestly? It is probably the same cat, so I guess it lives eternal, unless Beta-Roxy makes a new cat every so often.

In Alpha.....

I think we know her love of cats...and science

JOHN

John got a book, specifically, John got the book that his ghost-grandma signed.

So original history was John had a non-signed version of the book, took it with him, Ghost-Grandma wrote a message, dropped it down for John to find the book in the Ecto-room, and for baby John to crawl on it.

From there it killed grandma, but Beta-Dad found said book and kept it in his safe. Which John opened and has currently.

In Alpha-Verse, John crashed with the book. Was raised as a comedian pro, kept this book as an heirloom, which was passed down from generation to generation along with his body, until it was in Jane’s house all her life.

DIRK

God, GOD! Fuck this puppet, you are Fucking Eternal and I hate you.

So, if I get this fucking right.......Gamzee gave Dave nightmares and he got haunted by Cal. Dream-Cal was picked up by Cop-Guy, and floated his way to the Ecto-Room to be with Dirk.

In Beta-Verse, Cal went back in time to Dirk, where Dirk took, loved, cherish, used to raise/beat up Dave, used to fight Jack on Prospit, where Jack stole Cal, took with him when ransacking the Trolls, sent back in time to Aradia, re-suited in a green suit, for the Troll’s Black Queen to ecto-create a brand-new fucking Scratch (hate that guy still), and Gamzee currently has it.

Alpha-Verse, Dirk was raised with Cal. I have no idea why Alpha-Dave didn’t burn it when Dirk came crashing in, but whatever. Dirk loves the bastard, and I do not.

See, I got a theory. You know how poltergeist could fuck with people by like doing demonic whispering and leading them to the dark side in movies? Yeah, I 100% agree with Anti-Jegus that Cal is Bad Juju. Gamzee made it out of anger/rage, so it became evil. A fucking Swag-Bag of evil.

I 100% believe that Cal did like, secret evil dark whisperings of “you should go kill” “killing is fun, totally, all the cool kids do it.” Not to say Gamzee didn’t also just went nuts from withdrawl and just wanted to kill, but he had Cal encouraging it because Cal is t r a s h.

So, Cal is now loose in Alpha-Verse, and I am just Waiting for the next victim of Cal’s Bad Juju Dark Spirit Shit.

(SIDEBAR: please fund me on Patreon so I can get enough money to make my own Cal Effigy and just burn the bastard)

Finally, RABBIT

Yeah, THESE GUYS. The Rabbit has a Long Fucking History, doesn’t it?

Dave bought Con Air Rabbit. Gave it to John for his birthday.

John, in a moment of Con Air Purity, Gave that Rabbit to Rose.

Rose grew up with the rabbit, but it was torn. So with John’s gift of Knitting-Supplies, she reknitted it to send to John on the same Birthday.

(So John had 2 rabbits at the same time)

During the Same “Con Air Purity” Moment, John gave that Rabbit to Jade.

Jade grew up with that rabbit, and for months (somehow) kept sending it Back and Forth with Jake (again....somehow!) to improve it.

Resulting in Liv, John’s current Rabbit, who helped him deliver the Bomb to both Rose and Dave to kill (but actually create) The Green Sun.

The long Complex life of Beta-Rabbit.

And it changes in Apha-Verse.

So, Dave gives rabbit to John, who gives it to Baby Rose. In Alpha, rabbit just stays as a rabbit. Given to Roxy, who dresses it as a Wizard and given to Jane for her birthday.

With this rabbit, Dave->John->Beta Baby Rose-> John -> Baby Jade. Only this time, baby Jane goes to Alpha-Land, passed down to Jake, who dressed it up and gave to Jane for the same birthday.

Meaning that Lil Seb

Is just another Con Air Rabbit turned to Cyborg, only with more of a shortcut, than what happened with Liv.

#dafukblog #homestuck #act6 int2 #hs226 #analysis

[lakinda5654]

~~~~A Girl and A God~~~~ Chapter 19- Unexpected

—————————————————

A Girl and A God is a RATED M Loki Fanfic with an original character, Alexa, who is taken in by Tony Stark after the revelation of abilities of her own. There’s sex, romance, heartbreak, action, fluff, angst, all that good stuff. Full description in blog, and a jump-to-chapter list if you just want the smut or the cuteness bits. Enjoy <3 

Chapter Summary: Loki and Alexa spend a cute morning together, then they are given an unexpected surprise...

Contains: cuteness, friendship development

Word Count: 1,661

~Previous Chapter~~Next Chapter~

~~Beginning of Story~~

—————————————————

The next morning, Loki woke to a wonderfully sweet aroma filling their room. Alexa was at the small stove, messing with something in a pan.

She’d gotten bored that morning and decided to make Loki breakfast.

Without warning, she felt his cool hands wrapping around her waist. She took a sharp breath in, then immediately calmed at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning petal” he spoke softly in her ear with his warm, deep voice. “What are you preparing for me?”

“Bold to assume it’s for you” Alexa smiled.

He nibbled her ear gently, causing her heart rate to speed up. “Bold to assume I wouldn’t steal it if it wasn’t.” His tone was so smooth and deep beyond sexy in the morning. It gave Alexa chills.

He unwrapped his bare arms from around her and looked at what she was doing.

“They’re called Crepes. Have you had them before?”

She glanced back at Loki who shook his head.

“They’re my favorite breakfast food.” She scooped up the one in her pan and flipped it onto a plate. “You fill it with all this. You can make it however you want. There’s berries, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, lemon juice, yogurt, and a bunch of other stuff.”

 Loki listened intently. “Well, it smells delicious.”

“It is. Oh and whipped cream. My favorite combination is whipped cream, raspberries, powdered sugar, and a dash of lemon juice.” She created her masterpiece as she spoke, and he watched her. When she shook up the whipped cream and dispensed it, she saw him raise his eyebrows. “What in Valhalla is that…”

“Oh, it’s whipped cream.” Suddenly, Alexa got brave in front of her shirtless god. She dispensed some on her finger, walked so close to him they were chest to chest and held it up to his mouth. He looked at her, surprised, then saw the mischievous look on her face and she saw the corner of his mouth upturn. He took her cream-covered finger into his mouth and sucked on it a bit, then licked it for good measure. 

“Mmm,” he hummed. “That is unexpectedly delightful.” He knew it had aroused her, and he saw her blush to prove it.

As she set the table, Alexa had a nagging question and had to break the mood. “Loki… I have a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

“Why are you always so cold? Like I’ve just noticed with little things. Like your tongue and mouth are cold, and your bare skin… you always seem unnaturally chilling. Is that just me? Is it a god thing? or Asgardian thing?”

His demeanor changed entirely. “No Petal- it’s not just you. It’s part of me I really don’t want to share at the moment.” He touched her chin, tilting her head up. “I want to enjoy this breakfast with you, and I will explain it later.” He smiled warmly, kissed her forehead, and turned back to the counter to prepare his food.

Alexa was not one to let things go, she wanted an answer. But the fact that he wanted to spend the morning with her warmed her heart and she forced herself to wait.

He loaded his crepes with berries and sugar as she had. Alexa sat at the table and ate, and Loki soon joined her with his food. His first bite left his face looking surprised. “I must say your Midguardian food continues to surprise me.” He said as he cut another bite with his fork.

Alexa was about to reply when she heard a knock.

Both their eyes widened and she frantically stood up and roughly whispered. “Hide fucking hide!”

Loki slipped silently into the bathroom and Alexa put his dish on the counter so it wouldn’t look like the table was seated for two. Whoever was at the door knocked again.

 “Coming!” She rushed over, took a deep breath, smoothed herself out, and opened the door.

Peter.

“Ok so I know this is weird and it’s early and I’m sorry cuz you were probably asleep but maybe not cuz u live on moon juice or whatever right, but I found something and I didn’t know what to do so I picked it up and I thought if I went to anyone else they’d make me get rid of it or something and I don’t want to and I don’t know what to do.”

“Peter… What?”

He pulled a kitten out of his sweatshirt.

There was a moment of confused silence.

“Peter why the fuck… why do you have a kitten”

“I just told you I found it and it’s really cute right and, ok so I found it cuz I went to McDonald’s because I wanted hash browns and this guy had a whole box of them so I was like aww cute right and then someone else came and was looking at them and I went inside and ate my hash browns and then I came back out cuz I was done and there was literally just one kitten left and The guy was all like “this one has your name on it kid” and I was like no cuz I live in Avengers tower and like I don’t think they allow pets right but it’s not like I signed a lease or whatever so I don’t know, but of course I didn’t say that to the old guy I was just like “no thanks” and then he set down the box and was like it’s yours and I didn’t know what to do but he left and there was just the one and I had to come back but now I have a kitten.”

Alexa stared blankly at him for a moment. “Peter what the fuck”

“Could you keep it in here? Just cuz like I don’t have a way of keeping it because Mr. Stark is always coming in my room you know and like talking to me about training or helping me train or making me meet a new bodyguard because they quit a lot and I really don’t think Mr. Stark would like Thunder.”

“Thunder?”

“Oh yeah cuz he’s gray I thought his name could be Thunder but like we don’t have to name him that I just thought it fit him with his paws cuz they seem too big for his body and I just think if we could keep him here, and then I could take care of him you’d just have to let me in now and then. Then we could also hang out more too cuz like I thought that maybe we could be friends because everyone else here is literally like a thousand years old, I mean a couple of them actually are let’s be real. So will you do it? Can he stay here?”

He didn’t know how much he was asking. Having him pop in and out all the time would seriously endanger Loki to being found out.

“Peter I really can’t…”

Upon seeing he was about to get rejected, he got a little more desperate.

He tilted his head and began to beg her. “Pleaseee please please cats are like so low maintenance and I’ll buy everything just please…”

“Oh my god, fine Peter I’ll-”

“Oh my god YES thank you so much I will go get everything and we can keep it a secret ok and do you want to name it Thunder?”

Alexa looked down at the little cat. “Sure, why not.”

“Ok sweet I will deal with all of it thank you thank you thank-” 

Alexa cut him off. “Ok but you need to understand something. You ALWAYS knock ok? And I’ll take care of him most of the time just if you get the supplies and come by when you want to play with it then that will be fine.”

“Ok sweet I will do that okay and here you go, he’s still really fragile and I think he likes cheez-its, but I’ll get him real kitten food and all that”

“Ok Peter. I’m gonna go back in my room now.”

“Right ok so bye I’ll see you later then thank you so much.”

She shut the door. Holding a kitten.

Loki walked out of the bathroom. He walked up to her, and she realized what a mistake she’d just made when she saw his face. “Have you gone mad?” He spat. 

The kitten chose that moment to let out a tiny, high pitched “mew”

He stared at the creature, then at Alexa. “We are on day one of this and you’ve given access to our room to that loose cannon of a boy?”

Alexa was quiet. “ I know. I’m sorry. I really think it will be fine I told him to always knock and…”

“What you’ve done was foolish. What if stark hears about this creature and decides to check in on me?”

“I’m sorry Loki.” He turned away from her, grabbing at his hair.

“I just, I kind of also wanted a pet.”

He turned and looked at her. “Why? Are you so lonely? I’m right here. I’m bloody locked in your room. I don’t understand why you would have a desire for this infant mammal.”

“Because, Loki... You sleep.”

Loki looked at her and realized he hadn’t thought about what she had to do for all those hours of the night, and how no one was awake but her. He looked at the kitten again and sighed.

“Thunder, is it?”

“I guess so”

She vaguely heard Loki mutter something under his breath something about the concept of Thunder and it’s unending capacity to fuck up his life.

Loki reached down and picked him up. “The name suits the bastard,” he said roughly. Alexa was looking at the animal, a bit worried for it in Loki’s large, tense hands.

His anger had calmed. “I suppose if it pleases you…” and handed the furball back to her.

#Loki #lokilove #lokioc #loki fanfiction #lokifanfiction #loki feels #lokicute #A Girl and A God #Fanfiction #fanfic #loki fanfic #loki x oc

[vminity21]

I just would like to say I ABSOLUTELY love your blog! You are a talented writer! Can I request a drabble with Jimin? Like the reader and him meet on a rooftop and hangout all night and end up falling for each other. Like super flirty and fluffy lol Anyways I love you!! I hope you have a great night ❤❤

i live for Jimin Fluffs so lemme relive posting this imagine

ROOFTOP WISHES

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff

Exhaustion exhibits from every ounce of your frame, sluggishly you walk into your apartment, freeing yourself from your tear-stained scrubs and shuffling into a pair of yoga pants and a loose sweatshirt trying to smile through the long workday regardless of the scenarios you witness daily as an ICU nurse. Running a hand through your hair, you decide last minute to run to your favorite spot, find some serenity for the evening, and with a turn of a heel, you grab your keys, the jingle of them echoing in the breeze until you make it safely in the driver's seat.

The rooftop. One nestled above a bustling restaurant with dimly lit décor, stringed lights shine along the railings revealing woven, cushioned chairs circling around a wooden table; red cloth adorns certain areas to bring a romantic feel to the atmosphere reflecting the glimmering stars blanketing the city in the dead of night. The cool breeze wisps along your figure as you make your way to the elevator, singing along with whatever song is playing, swaying your hands with the beat until you make it to the top floor.

Stepping onto the pavement, you remember a painting that you created for inspiration of this place. Just the soothing feel of the atmosphere envelops you in a blanket of peace, you settle into one of the seats, your eyes never leaving the view of the sky above. Constellations stare down at you, your fingers moving to fiddle with the locket resting around your neck, soon turning to silence your ringer on your cellphone, also admiring the lock screen of your gray cat, Ninja, before placing your phone face down on the table in front of you.

Tonight is a night where you refuse to let the stress of work overcome you. Instead, you promise yourself to think about the anime convention visiting your city soon; one you and your friends, Taehyung and Jungkook plan to tackle by storm, dressing from head to toe like your favorite characters, your goal is to win the best costume for whatever money prize is offered. Laughing at yourself, you're so intrigued by the scenery around you that you hardly hear the footsteps trailing behind you.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't evil Eevee," a familiar voice bellows.

"Park Jimin!" You gasp, a hand flying to your chest, "You scared me!"

"First of all, it's Pikachu," he lifts his index finger, plopping into the chair beside you, setting his leg over his knee, "Second of all, that was the point," he leans into the chair as you shake your head at him.

"I'll get you back one of these days, you just wait," you threaten, returning to face ahead, his feathery chuckle reverberating every space of the roof bringing a pitter patter to your thudding heart. "Besides, if Eevee's evil, then what does that make you, Pikachu," you tease, "A prick?"

An 'oh' forms on his thick lips, his black hair fluffing on his forehead as his eyes widen in a playful stance. "Okay," he slumps, "that was a good one. I take it back."

"Mhmm," you smile triumphantly, your bubbly countenance winning over his heart as it always does though he has yet to voice it. "Where's Tae and Kook?" You question, "I thought you all were going to play Pokemon Go tonight," you shift just enough to be able to see his face; your eyes trailing the handsome curve of his jaw, the way he chews at the corner of his bottom lip, his shimmering, brown eyes remaining on the sky above. Jimin shrugs, lifting his sleeves further up his arms, the fabric loose on his build.

"Didn't feel up to it tonight," he admits though inwardly the real reason is he wanted to see you; him knowing the rooftop is your main spot on nice evenings like this.

Peering at him, your smile remains, "You mean Taehyung beat you again," a snicker uttering when Jimin abruptly turns to meet your eyes.

"I'll have you know that I've had the top score for three weeks now-,"

"He found Mew, didn't he,"

"Damnit, [Y/N], listen I was in the shower," the two of you cackle, Jimin's eyes disappearing from when he leans forward, trying to catch his breath from his shaking shoulders, multiple squeaks uttering from his laughter. "I was positive Jungkook would catch Mew to be honest. That kid stayed up 24 whole hours," you incredulously shake your head in amusement, chuckles still escaping momentarily, and when you lean to nudge Jimin's wrist with yours, you notice how close he is from what you realized.

"Did he cry?" You joke erupting, even more, chortles from Jimin.

"Posted it on Snapchat," Jimin waves his phone in the air, the laughter hardly dimming, and without registering, Jimin's arm is brushing yours, the two of you leaning on the sides of the chairs that touch; Jimin's hand is so close that the desire to feel his fingers interlace with yours has never been so strong. Little do you know he's staring at you, wishing he could read your mind; wishing he could find the bravery to verbally express how he feels about you; how your smile lights up his entire world every single time he sees it. He barely catches himself- seeing the way the moon shines among your skin reflecting the glistening assemblage of stars resonating in your eyes, or the way your curly hair sways with the light breeze- the words spill from his mouth before he can comprehend it.

"You're so perfect," he whispers.

You're nearly frozen, questioning if you heard him right, your eyes enlarging when you meet his timid gape. Rendered speechless, your lips part, your eyes flickering back and forth as you search his eyes, the feelings you've managed to hide wanting to roll off your tongue without a second thought.

"Jimin," you whisper, looking down to fill his empty hand with yours, his fingers soft as they intertwine, palms pressing together in a perfect fit as if the two of you were made just for each other. You can hardly repress the bundle of nerves traveling through your quivering frame; butterflies fluttering within your stomach. When light fingertips graze your chin, your worries dissipate, Jimin tenderly lifting your face to where he can see all your beauty from the inside and out; both your hearts hammering in unison, sounds from the world completely drowned as the two of you get lost in only each other, forgetting about any fears that may have prevented a moment such as this.

Jimin inches closer, you shut your eyes letting the plush feel of his kiss awaken the soaring feeling now exuberating from your soul. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead on yours, his finger tracing your jaw before he closes the small distance once more, stealing your lips in the sweetest motion, his hand moving to stroke your cheek while you let him give you the escape you have always dreamed of only having with him. The pent-up emotion lifts off both your shoulders into the starry night where it will be lost forever; for now, Jimin kissing you so lovingly beneath the stars in your favorite place of tranquility, you will never be afraid to show him how you feel.

"So," Jimin pulls away, a nervous smile evident, "Does this make up for all the times I said Eevee was evil? Or, the time I accidentally fed Ninja a milk bone?"

Your hands rest on his forearms as boisterous laughter leaves your smile, "Yes, Jimin," you beam at him, his smile so wide your heart nearly bursts, "Now, shut up and kiss me!"

[galivantingg]

Behind Those Eyes

Chapter 10

My dreams were tumultuous. They passed like daydreams, washed in yellow light and slightly fuzzy. I heard them slightly, moving around me, whispering words like 'healing', 'how' and  'Chameleon'. Must be the team. Wondering how I'm healing. I got hurt? It must have been the fall. What fall? Oh well, time to dream a sweet dream now.

"Mama," the little girl said, her voice a hushed whisper. They were sitting on the roof, wrapped together in a blanket. "What are stars?"

"Do you want the real answer or my answer?" The young woman said, rubbing her pregnant belly gently.

"Your answer," the little girl giggled as if it were the funniest joke she'd ever heard.

"They're all your futures," the mother whispered to her little girl, burning as bright as the fire you were named after."

"Tell me the story again," the little girl pleaded. Her mother laughed, smiling wide and happy.

"There once was a titan named Kronos, who feared the power his children were prophesied to gain, so he ate them up, one by one." The mother pretended to munch on her little girl, making sound effects that were barely heard over the little girls laughter.

"Zeus, the youngest, was hidden by his mother, Rhea," at this name the little girl turned to her mother, excitement apparent on her face. "The same Rhea I was named after." She said nodding. "Zeus outwitted his father, and he barfed up all of his siblings."

At this part both the little girl and the mother made a face and yelled EW!, bursting into laughter afterwards. "The last one was Hestia, the first to be eaten, and last to be saved. But Hestia was incredibly important. She is the oldest god, and she is the goddess of the home, of the hearth. That's why your dad and I named you after her. You're our home." They clasped hands tightly, smiling at each other, slowly melting into another scene.

. . .

He sat in a cold room in the police station, bundled in his blanket to ward off the chill. Two men sat opposite of him. To the untrained eye, it would look like two detectives interviewing a little boy. Except you couldn't miss the spark of rage in the little boy's eyes, his face screwed up with fury.

"What do you mean an experiment!" He yelled, stumbling over the last word, showing his young age.

"Please kid," The thinner man said, holding his hands in a placating manner. "No need to yell."

His chin lifted in defiance, and then he was a she, and she was no longer a little boy, but an old woman, standing up in anger, cheat heaving. "What," she bit out, "do you mean an experiment?" This time there was no stumbling over words. She said it properly.

The two men stared in shock, not really able to process the fact that now they were interviewing an old woman. "Your experiment ruined my life!" She yelled, spit flying. She shifted again, now a non-binary teenager with orange hair. "Explain." They barked.

The bigger man stuttered a bit then finally found his words. "We were doing an experiment with the weather, seeing if we could create certain conditions, we didn't mean for it to get loose and hurt anyone." His words were calming but his tone wavered, showing his uncertainty. Or something else.

"Well it did," the angry teen heaved. "You killed my family and nearly killed me too. You'll pay for this, Mr. Director and Mr. Scientist. You'll pay off their life debts and then you'll die"

. . .

She was crouched in the corner, staring unblinkingly at the people gathered around the coffee table. She knew they knew someone was in the cave. They had noticed whatever messes they left, if any, were quickly cleared away. Fresh fruit and vegetables would be cut up to go with their breakfast. There were three of them. Aella, Waya and Swallow. Civilian names Martha Gibson, Tom James and Matthew Neves. They were all laughing, something Tom had said.

She started moving forward, keeping low to the ground, slinking over to them. She had been watching them for a few months now, and knew everything about them. Perks of having a high tech computer in the cave to tell her everything.

She was a few feet away when Martha noticed her. "Hey there, little one," she said, crouching down and holding out her hand. The girl was startled at the wording and the action for a second, before remembering that she was, in fact, a cat. Not for much longer, if the rumbling of her stomach was trying to say anything.

She inched forward, sniffing lightly. Martha smelled like strawberries and fresh air, grass and cleanness. Tom knelt down beside her, and he smelled like aftershave, freshness and something else she couldn't quiet place. (Coffee beans, her unconscious mind supplied, now looking back and recognising it.) Matthew sat down a foot away, just staring at her. He smelled like bird, like prey. The girl shook herself quickly, reminding herself that she was human, she didn't eat birds. Not even the fancy ones in french dishes.

She butted her head against Martha's outstretched hand, and was immediately attached to her. She never wanted to leave her side.

It was a few months later that the girl finally revealed herself. She was in her cat form, purring quietly while Martha and Tom watched TV. She slowly uncurled herself and jumped down to the floor, stretching out her paws. She mewed once, just to gain their attention, and when she had it, she shifted. Fur receded backwards and faded to a light brown, eyes changed into dark brown human ones, and paws became fingers and toes, hands and feet. Her tail snaked back into her spine, and she stood on two feet, staring at the two shocked heroes.

Swallow walked in, holding a bowl of cut up fruit. "What t-" His voice melted away into another memory.

. . .

"Give it up for your newest additions to the team: Legion, Geronimo and Starbright!"  Waya shouted from in front of city hall. The girl was disguised as a street cat, watching from a perched position on a fence as the crowd in front of the building. She didn't understand why she wasn't up there. It was something the Director had said. Anger washed over her at the thought of the Director.

He still owed her four life debts, and he did nothing. She practically ran the Agency. He hadn't even noticed that she had stripped him of all his power and given it to herself. She groomed a paw smugly, wondering when or if he would notice.

The memories started to pass even faster now, lasting no longer than a few minutes.

. . .

"Welcome our newest members: Chameleon! Ace! Folly! Jacks! And Purrrrrrrge!" Swallow cried out. I grinned wide underneath my mask. I had finally made it. I came out of hiding and was now a public member of the team. Behind us stood Rebel, Ang, Arctic, Rellik, Artisto and the rest of the gang, cheering loud. After the loss of Swallow, the team too a hard hit. Which is why Waya thought it would be a good idea to add some more members.

We needed them too. A new villain, Mime, had popped up. She was vicious, leaving no survivors. Paired with the fact that Genocide was now underground again, it wasn't a good sign.

She revelled in the moment, hands clasped with Ace and Folly's, hovering above the ground in excitement. Now she could show the world who she is.

. . .

"FOLLY!" She yelled out, looking around. "JACKS? PURGE. ACE!" She turned around and around, until she spotted something fall to the ground just behind the building. She flew over, moving so fast her cape snapped behind her.

She rounded the building and stumbled back a few steps in horror. Mime had her arms wrapped tight around Ace, Jacks and Purge were laying on the ground in puddles of blood. And Folly, Folly was hanging from Genocide's great big gloved hand. The blades on the back of his forearms were covered with red. (Red. Always that colour, her unconscious mind thought.)

"AHHHHHH!" She screamed, tears forming. This was her team, her responsibility, and she didn't listen to them. Why didn't she listen to them?

Mime looked up and snickered, while Genocide stoically turned his covered head. "Poor little Chameleon, no more friends for you!" Mime sang.

"GO!" She yelled, buffeting them back with her wings. Genocide let Folly crumple to the ground into a pile, and the two of them took off. She didn't bother going after them. She raced over to her two friends laying in their own blood. She forced her suit back from her hands, hoping she could help them. Her hands, covered in the thick red substance felt nothing. Nothing but red and hate and anger and emptiness. She hurried over to Folly, hoping he was still alive.

He was.

"Folly, Folly please stay awake." She was close to hysteria now. Her hands fluttered over his neck, itching to heal. His hands came up to grab hers.

"Jacks.... Alive...." He muttered. Then his hands dropped.

She felt his pulse and deemed Folly strong enough to last while she healed Jacks. She rushed over, not having any time to waste. She pressed her hands onto his chest and shoved her magic into him. She felt spring and dew drops and smelled freshly cut grass and lilacs and his chest started to move. She was so weak, that was all she could do. Barely heal one of her friends. Her teammate.

"Help!" She screamed into the comms, hoping someone, anyone, was listening.

"Where?" A voice asked back.

"The storage units by the woods," she rasped out, her body wavering.

"Coming now," the voice said, sounding fainter and fainter. "Just hold on Chameleon."

"Folly, Folly, Foll..." she chanted. She slowly tipped to the side, noticing at the last second before passing out a figure leaning against Ace's frozen form. Oh good, she thought. Help is here.

. . .

I was woken by a blinding light. Someone had lifted my eyelid up and was shining a small flashlight into it, checking my pupil dilation. I groaned in protest, trying to move back from the light.

"What's with the ancient technology," I rasped out, my throat parched. I was still caught up in my dreams, and I couldn't quite see yet. "Just get Mo to fix me."

"Who's Mo?" A high cold voice asked.

Three things happened then in quick succession.

One, my eyes adjusted.

Two, I recognised that voice, and the face.

And three, I wasn't in the cave.

Standing in front of me in a tight semicircle was Genocide, Peculiar, Heathen and Martha, and Mime's face was almost pressed right up against mine.

#writeblr #new writeblr #writeblogging #writers on tumblr #superhero #powers #super powers #story