#this morning i watched kiki's delivery service

[tamayokny]

watching one (1) studio ghibli movie per day has been healing my fractured heart <3

#mads makes a text post #friday i watched spirited away #saturday i watched when marnie was there #i didn't watch anything because that was height of my bad cold and i just wanted to rest #yesterday i watched the secret world of arrietty #this morning i watched kiki's delivery service #tomorrow's movie? who knows...

[pocketjoong]

❥𓂃𓏧PRECIOUS

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) As a nature witch, you always wanted your own familiar ever since you were a kid, however, fate seemed to have different plans for you.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) cat boy!hongjoong x fem!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Hongjoong is a cat. mentions of food and drinking. a little bit of violence. mentions of getting injured. questionable editing. lmk if I am missing something

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 8.9k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) My entry for the stuck in summer collab hosted by @a1sh1teruu. This was mainly inspired by cat boy!hwa fic written by @hwaightme! I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask!

Humming to yourself, you lock the door to your quaint little cottage nestled in the heart of the woods. Your basket, which is brimming with aromatic herbs and meticulously crafted potions, dangles from your arm as you set toward the nearby town. There’s a spring in your step that reflects the life thriving in the flora around you. As a nature witch, you prefer to live in your element; hence, your chosen abode rests at the forest’s edge, a mere mile from the bustling town you call home.

This distance necessitates a journey by foot, a mile-long expedition riddled with untamed trails and serpentine streams. The unpaved path is untouched by humanity, offering no comfort of a well-trodden road, but in its midst—intertwined with the symphony of rustling leaves, bubbling brooks, and the whispered secrets of the trees—you feel at home.

As you amble past the outskirts of the town, a voice pierces through the tranquil air of the early morning. You falter at the unexpected call of your name and gaze past a waist-high fence to witness Miyeon—the daughter of a fellow witch and cherished friend—hurrying down her front yard with a bundle of fur resting in her arms.

“Y/N! Look! I found my very own familiar,” she says, words brimming with pride and joy. 

Your smile broadens as you congratulate her on her newfound magical connection. As you fuss over the young girl, your friend arrives, scolding her daughter for leaving her breakfast unfinished on the table. After exchanging cordial greetings and a gossip-laden exchange, you bid them adieu, recommencing your journey to Wooyoung’s shop.

As you leave behind the jovial mother-daughter duo, your once-beaming smile begins to wane, usurped by the pang in your chest. The yearning for a familiar casts a shadow upon your heart. Your dreams and visions of such a bond had been nurtured by tales of your parents’ harmonious connection with their own familiars and a childhood fantasy that stemmed from watching and re-watching Kiki’s Delivery Service. Usually, you can easily ward off these dark thoughts, allowing them to be no more than a passing whisper. But today, the loneliness of being a witch without a familiar resurfaces with a melancholic tenacity that defies dismissal.

“Why the long face?” 

Your response to the unexpected voice is a startled screech before you realise that it’s only Wooyoung who is standing at the window of his shop. The playful curve of his lips and the fond glint in his eyes prompt you to mutter a curse under your breath—more in playful annoyance than actual resentment.

You met Jung Wooyoung right after you found yourself in Alusia when you were a bright-eyed young witch, fresh out of the academy. He owned an antique shop inherited from his grandparents and was new in the town too, having arrived only a week prior. In his willingness to find a friend, Wooyoung offered you shelter under his roof when you needed it most—a gesture that solidified the foundations of an unbreakable friendship. Soon, the two of you converted the antique shop into an apothecary—a venture carved from your joint dreams and driven by your unique talents. Wooyoung, with his inherent charm (or, as your mutual friend San teasingly referred to it as Wooyoung being a loudmouth), engaged with clients while you prepared the elixirs and potions that graced the shop’s shelves.

“You are such a menace, Woo,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully in mock exasperation as you step into the shop, extending the basket to him. He lifts the lid carefully to reveal its contents, his enthusiasm palpable as he thoroughly inspects your offerings. “You are an angel, you know that?! I was running low on most of these and—oh?” In a burst of affection, he engulfs you in an unexpected hug, “You've finished Mrs Kim's potion already? You truly are a wonder, Y/N.”

By the time you step out of the shop to return home, it’s past noon, and the sun is high in the sky, casting a glow that makes you squint against its brilliance. But you smile despite the temporary discomfort because the warmth of the summer sun serves as a reminder of your cherished garden. The thought of the flourishing herbs and thriving plants in your backyard makes you smile.

Skipping lightly across the worn, flat stones that act as a bridge over the clear stream, you revel in the prospect of returning home after an exhausting week. The last few days were a flurry of ceaseless activity—the sheer number of concoctions to prepare left you without a moment to catch your breath. So, the mere idea of spending the rest of the day simply resting without worrying about tasks and obligations sounds heavenly. With each step that leads you closer to your home, a sense of serenity unfurls within you, anticipation blossoming like the flowers that line both sides of your path.

On your way, you come across another stream, its gurgling rhythm a soothing undercurrent to your thoughts. Just as you approach it, however, a soft rustling pierces the air, causing you to halt in your tracks. Your brows furrow and your gaze sweeps the landscape for the source of the sound. Nothing seems amiss, yet the sight of a fawn preoccupied with a hidden something beneath the swaying grass causes you to move closer.

A gasp, involuntary and hushed, escapes your lips as your eyes land on a jet-black cat, its form huddled against the earth, a stark contrast against the vibrant backdrop of nature. However, it’s not the feline’s presence that startles you, but its pitiable state. Laboured breaths escape the creature, and the emerald blades beneath it are smeared in crimson blood. Without much thought, you scoop the injured feline into your arms. Careful of its wounds, you break into a brisk pace, your heart beating in tandem with your desperate urgency.

Foregoing the cottage, you bring the cat to the outhouse that doubles as your workspace. There, you tenderly set it upon a generously sized cushion at the far table. Despite the anxiety riddling your thoughts, your hands are steady as you collect the required ingredients to heal him. Gratitude unfurls within you for the foresight that ensured your own provisions remained well-stocked, even as you had taken most of the supplies to the apothecary.

Once you’re armed with everything you will need, you fuss over the wounded feline. As you carefully begin healing the cat, a whispered prayer escapes your lips—an offering of gratitude to the nature spirits that guided you to the cat for if you had been even a few minutes late, he would not have survived whatever ordeal had led to his pitiful condition. As you work, the sun dips beneath the horizon, casting hues of purple and orange in the sky. The cat’s exhausted form eventually surrenders to peaceful slumber, and though relieved, you still find yourself unable to depart for the comforts of your cottage.

Fetching the futon that you use when the making of a potion demands vigilant oversight, you nestle into its warmth. From the glass ceiling, you smile at the star-strewn sky that arches above you. Like this, under the watchful gaze of the constellations, you fall asleep, unknowing that your life is now intertwined with the cat’s own.

Your eyes flutter open to the soft morning sunlight piercing through the windows of the outhouse and your gaze shifts to the feline. You smile as you see the cat is doing better and leave the cat to its peaceful slumber to fix up a quick breakfast for yourself, only returning with a list of potions you must deliver to the shop the following week.

You put your phone onto your desk and begin your work, enveloped in a symphony of tranquil melodies that mirror the serenity of the forest that lies merely a few paces from where you stand. As you are immersed in your craft, the sun reaches its zenith, casting its warmth upon your workspace. As you work, a subtle shift draws your attention—a faint movement that you catch in the corner of your vision.

Turning to the source of movement, your eyes settle upon the cat, the creature finally stirring from its slumber. Wariness born from a shared unfamiliarity—yours with its nature, and its with yours—causes you to stay where you are. You wait with bated breath as the little guy brings his paws to his eyes to rub them, followed by a languid stretch. A yowl of discomfort leaves him, echoing through the space, and you can’t help but inhale sharply at his distress; he probably hears it because the very next moment, he’s on his paws and hissing at you.

You observe him with a mixture of understanding and patience, knowing that such a response comes from the fear and uncertainty of finding oneself in unfamiliar surroundings. You raise both your hands to show that you mean no harm. 

“Hey, it's okay,” your voice flows with reassurance, carrying with it an aura of compassion that you hope the cat can sense. “You're safe here, I promise. Please, just… rest some more. Moving might cause more harm than good right now, and it took me a while to treat those wounds of yours.”

The cat’s eyes narrow in distrust as his eyes rake over your form. Eventually, however, his cautious resolve gives way, and with a subdued huff, he eases back onto the cushion. You can tell that he is still wary of your presence, so you return to your task.

Stirring the potion, you softly break the silence. “You know, you’ve been out for almost a day. I was growing rather concerned, to be honest.” The cat tilts its head subtly, almost as if he’s curious, so you continue your train of thought. “Your injuries were quite severe. It’s a relief to see you awake.”

As the hours tick by, you remain absorbed in your work. Bottles and vials are filled with elixirs and put into another basket, each labelled with care and precision. While you work, you can feel the cat’s watchful gaze upon you. Once your tasks are completed, you shift your attention to your companion, who is now fast asleep. The feline, who was so cautious of you merely hours ago, now embodies a tranquillity that makes your lips quirk up at the corners. As you tidy your workspace, your heart brims with warmth, and once done, you begin preparations for lunch in your cottage.

The golden rays of the sun filter through your kitchen windows, illuminating your countertop as you cook a simple yet hearty lunch. You walk out of the kitchen, wanting to awaken the cat to give him some food, but as you enter the living room, a curious sight awaits your gaze. The cat is seated in front of the coffee table, blinking at you lazily. At his curious behaviour, your magic reaches out gently, a fleeting touch that reveals nothing out of the ordinary, causing you to hum in confusion. 

Armed with food, you step closer to your companion, emboldened by the silent affirmation that he won’t run away. “Would you mind if I turn on the TV?” Your query hangs in the air, and a melodic meow is the only answer you get before he’s diving headfirst into the meal you had prepared. Considering his response a go-ahead, you tune into Pirates of the Caribbean, the movie becoming a backdrop to your shared meal.

As the credits of the first movie start to roll, you can sense wariness in the cat’s watchful eyes, but this morning’s feral hiss has yielded to a tentative harmony. Noticing how entranced the cat is by the movie, you don’t turn it off as you clean the dishes, a gesture that you suspect he appreciates. Returning to the living room on completion of your chores, you find the once-restless creature nestled upon the sofa in cosy contentment—an image that both warms your heart and fascinates you.

You settle into the opposite end of the couch, and open your grandmother's book of remedies. The sounds from the TV fade into background noise as you read through the tome, and you can’t help but think about how oddly domestic this moment seems.

Emboldened by how relaxed your new companion looks, you decide to talk to him. “Hey, buddy, would you mind if I checked on your wound? Just to make sure it's healing the way it should?”

The feline responds with a subtle shift—a repositioning that unveils its wounded side. As you approach, your heart swells due to the delicate trust blooming between you. If you’re surprised by how quickly he is healing, you don’t let it be known. “Looks like you will be fine by the end of the week. I’d love for you to stay here with me until then, but the choice is yours.”

Your offer hangs in the air for a moment before he meows, sealing the agreement. The cat settles back into the same position in which he’d been watching the movie, so you assume that means he’s going to stay in cat-speak.

Yet, a lingering thought flits through your mind—the matter of a name. “What do we name you, though?” you ponder aloud, your voice a soft murmur. You drop random names that seem fitting for a cat. Most receive only a nonchalant disregard, save for an outright hiss at the name “minion”.

As you are at your wits’ end, an idea strikes you. “What about Captain... Jack Sparrow?” The last part is whispered, so you don’t know if he heard, but you’d shorten it to Captain anyways, so in your humble opinion, it is the perfect name.

In the wake of your suggestion, the feline’s eyes light up in affirmation, making you smile. “Okay then, Captain it is,” you declare softly, marking the beginning of a bond, one forged in the quiet moments and shared names bridging the divide between the two of you.

In a surprising twist, Captain Jack Sparrow defies your initial expectations by choosing not to leave your cottage even after his recovery. The once-wounded feline weaves his presence into the very fabric of your life in the form of a plush cat bed nestled within a spare room. Though, in hindsight, it was an unnecessary purchase as the bed remains pristine and untouched, while the cat himself stakes claim to your couches and book-laden shelves.

During the day, the uppermost shelf of your work area becomes Captain’s sanctuary, where he slumbers amidst the tomes stacked alphabetically. With time, Captain inches closer, from lower shelves to the corner of your very table—a silent testament to the trust that has bloomed between the two of you.

Then, one day, the gentle touch of a paw upon your hand breaks through your concentration. Wide-eyed, you find yourself captivated by the slumbering form of Captain. For the next hour, you don’t dare move your hand, driven by the irrational belief that any movement on your part could shatter the delicate companionship you’ve woven over months of shared moments.

The seconds stretch like an eternity, yet you remain still. When Captain awakens to find you in such a vulnerable state, his response is one that eases your fears—a gentle nudge of his nose against your hand in gratitude and acknowledgement and leaves before you can process what happened.

That night onwards, you find Captain curled up at the top of your closet during the night. The first few times, the sight of his glowing orbs startles you, but with time, you find yourself comforted by this silent guardian who watches over you as you slumber. When you tell Wooyoung about this, his response is one of gentle reassurance. “He probably watches over you to protect you as you sleep during the night.”

Speaking of Wooyoung, the first time you ask Captain to accompany the town on your visit, he seems a little sceptical. “It’s your choice, Captain. If you don’t want to, that’s perfectly alright. I just thought you would like some change of scenery,” you tell him. As you gather your belongings and secure your cottage, you expect Captain to stay back. However, as you lock the door, you find him perched upon the fence, waiting for you. And when you introduce Captain to Wooyoung, it is a new experience, to say the least. Laughter spills forth as you are unable to suppress your mirth as Captain scratches your friend’s hand in an instinctive response to Wooyoung’s attempt to lift him into his arms.

“You have adopted a devil, Y/N,” he screeches, pointing at Captain while cradling his arm protectively. Your cat, on the other hand, is sitting on his haunches while licking his paw—the picture of angelic innocence.

“Please, I would scratch you too if you tried to scare me. The only reason I don’t is because you’d whine about it for days. Captain might just be the guardian I need to keep you in check, aren’t you, bud?” The answering meow causes another round of joyous laughter to burst forth from your lips.

You’d think Captain’s initial aloofness would deter Wooyoung but, Captain's coldness only seems to fuel your friend’s determination as he tries everything he can to get Captain to like him—from treats to gentle pets to whimsical trinkets—all in an attempt to win over the feline. Yet, Captain remains steadfast, his indifference to these gestures firmly intact. And it is not as if this attitude is reserved for Wooyoung alone.

Ever since that first trip where he accompanied you, Captain follows you each time you visit Alusia. As you navigate the streets of the town, he treads his own path, a few paces away and often on higher surfaces while you go about your business. The townspeople, on learning of your feline companion, attempt to win his affection, but he doesn’t seem like people (or people touching him), so eventually, they give up trying. However, he still accepts treats from them despite you telling them not to, but the way he looks at you has you quickly going back on your words. How can you say no when he looks at you with his large eyes that seem to hold entire universes within them?

During one such trip to Alusia, a jewellery shop captures your attention for a moment, but as your mind is preoccupied with the bubbling concoction back at the outhouse, you walk past the display without lingering. In your haste, you don’t even realise that Captain has stopped in front of the big window and isn’t following you. It is only the sensation of something amiss that prompts you to retrace your steps, leading you to the forlorn figure of Captain seated before the shop—a sight that tugs at your heartstrings.

A sigh escapes your lips as you crouch beside him. “Would you like to explore what the shop has to offer?” you inquire gently, recognising the twinkle in Captain's gaze as he looks up at you.

Though your feline companion is a delight to be around, sometimes you can’t help but be sceptical of the little guy. You have often caught him reading your journals or tomes as if he understands them, prompting speculation about his understanding of human knowledge. Yet, those notions are quickly discarded when he settles onto the page with a languid yawn. “Cap’n, my books are not cushions for napping,” you always chide him in playful exasperation, only to be met with a dismissive glare and a subsequent shift into your lap. Amongst all his quirks, one stands out—his remarkable understanding of human speech. Whenever you ask him something, he answers with a meow or a hiss (it’s easy to tell which is for which), just like how he answers your question about the shop with a meow.

With a nod, you offer your arms as a welcoming perch for Captain to leap into and enter the quaint shop. The glittering array of chokers fascinates him, prompting you to lead him towards the displays. He studies each piece carefully, and at the end of this impromptu stop, Captain is adorned with a collar—which is more of a choker, really. A topaz moon and vibrant red marigold pendants grace his new accessory, shining beautifully as the sunlight hits them.

For the rest of the week, Captain's spirited headbutts and unabashed demonstrations of fondness keep you on your toes, simultaneously warming your heart and distracting you from your potion-making. His playfulness leads you to scold him gently because you are worried that he could get hurt while you work. “Cap’n, I know you love your new collar, but I need to concentrate on my work, or you could get hurt.” Despite your reprimand, his adoration remains undeterred, but he does quiet down as you work and lingers nearby, a reassuring presence amid your bustling workspace.

Weeks pass, and one night in mid-August, you are jolted from your sleep by a distressing nightmare—a rare occurrence for you as you rarely dream. Gasping for breath, your magic surges instinctively, tethering you to the calming embrace of the forest that surrounds your home.

As your panic settles and you feel calmer than before, you reach for the glass of water on your nightstand, only to be startled when a pair of glowing eyes meet your gaze from the heights of your closet. It’s a familiar sight, yet the remnants of the unsettling dream create a tremor within you.

“Captain Jack Sparrow, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Your hand instinctively rests over your pounding heart as you chide him, the mixture of residual fear making your voice tremble.

Observing your distress, Captain gently descends from his vantage point to the expanse of your bed. A soft meow accompanies his movements, and his eyes seek yours before he nuzzles his head against your side. Sighing, you relent, succumbing to his affection. Your touch is tender and reassuring as you pet his head gently, “It’s alright, buddy. I didn't mean to scold you. I was just startled by the nightmare.”

Cocooned in the soft cotton sheets, you lay back down to go back to sleep and notice Captain curling up by your side with a gentle purr. His tail encircles your wrist in a protective gesture as if trying to ward off the shadows that threaten to disturb your sleep. From that night onwards, most nights, you awaken to find him nestled by your feet or right by your pillow—a silent guardian whose comforting aura intertwines with the magic that surrounds you. 

Time passes and one season transitions into the next, and before you know it, you’ve been living with Captain Jack Sparrow for almost a year. As yet another summer rolls around, you notice his presence has brought profound happiness to your existence. While he may not be the familiar you once yearned for, he has become a source of unwavering support, and his mere presence never fails to brighten up your days.

However, there’s an unexpected shift in Captain’s behaviour one day, he seems restless, and it only intensifies during the night. Despite your attempts to understand what’s wrong, you can’t seem to figure it out, which leaves you both perturbed and anxious. As dawn breaks, you decide professional insight is necessary and bring Captain to the town’s vet, only to be told that your cat is in perfect health. Though baffled, you’re relieved to know that Captain is not in any particular danger. On your way back home, you venture into the apothecary only to be met with a frantic San and aghast Wooyoung. 

“What's wrong?” You ask softly, only for Wooyoung to burst into sobs as he throws himself into your arms. 

Turning your gaze to San, his weary visage reflects the toll whatever ordeal he has gone through has taken on him. His voice is a blend of exhaustion and urgency as he relays the heartbreaking news to you, “Miyeon vanished in the forest. She had been working on her first test as a witch-in-training and didn’t return.” 

You know how important the test is, for it is the first step in any witch’s path towards the prestigious academy in the capital. San continues to explain that when the young girl didn’t return home, even as the stars twinkled in the rapidly darkening sky, her mother raised an alarm and the townspeople searched for her throughout the night to no avail.

“It’s as if she vanished into thin air, Y/N,” San’s voice is filled with the fatigue of fruitless searching and worry for Miyeon.

Your brows furrow, “Do you have any idea where she might have gone missing?”

San shakes his head with a sigh, “The only thing we found was her bracelet, and that was miles away from where she should’ve been—near the rocky caves close to the mountains.”

The information stirs a gasp from your lips, for the mountains lie nearly fifty miles away from Alusia’s borders. “But that's miles away. How could she have ended up there?”

Weariness is evident in every line of San’s face as he levels you with a sorrowful look, “No one knows.”

Days stretch on, heavy with a gnawing sense of uncertainty, as Miyeon’s absence continues to hang upon Alusia like a dark cloud that just won’t leave. The ominous shadows that loom over the forest deepen as more individuals vanish without a trace, their fates shrouded in a veil of mystery that defies explanation. Countless efforts have been in vain, leaving everyone in a state of collective apprehension. Venturing into the heart of the forest with San and Wooyoung, you’ve even journeyed to the rocky caves where the bracelet had been discovered. However, you find no tangible clues, and the sombre truth of your fruitless attempts sinks in.

Weirdly enough, amidst the sense of dread and uncertainty that surrounds the town and the forest, your cottage emerges as a safe haven. Whether the protective spells you’ve cast around its perimeter have deterred the sinister force or some other unknown factor is at play, whatever has been prowling in the forest doesn’t seem to approach your home. Your heart fills with relief at this, for it ensures the safety of not only yourself but also of your feline companion.

Captain has been venturing into the forest stealthily; however, you’re attuned to the subtle shifts that accompany his absence. Despite your worry, you permit him these solitary ventures as not only is your confidence in his instincts unwavering, but you also know that he wouldn’t stray too far to put himself in jeopardy. True to your belief, he returns to your side by the time you’re done with the day’s work.

However, one day when Captain doesn’t come back home by dusk, you reach out to Wooyoung, informing him that you will set out in search of your cat. Your friend’s apprehension is palpable even through the texts, and he reminds you of the prevailing danger that has claimed Miyeon and others, yet your determination overrides his caution.

Urgency propels you into the forest’s depths as the sun sets even further, washing the canopy above you in shadows that stretch like fingers reaching out to pull you into their darkness. An unsettling hush descends upon the surrounding area, a peculiar silence that leaves you both aware and wary. Your senses are on high alert as you advance deeper into the foliage and look for your cat.

As you spot a clearing in front of you that is bathed in the ethereal glow of twilight, you notice Captain Jack Sparrow in the middle, his attention fixed on an unseen presence shrouded within the trees on the other side. 

“Captain?” At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, his meow fraught with urgency. As he hurries to your side, his head nudging against your leg, you recognise his plea for you to retreat.

“I’m not leaving without you,” you tell him softly but with enough conviction in your voice that elicits a resigned meow from Captain.

He positions himself in front of you, his lithe form a protective barrier between you and the hidden danger that holds his attention. The silence seems to pulse with malevolent energy, and the hairs on your arms stand on end as you brace yourself for what awaits.

And then, from the gap between the trees, steps out a figure that you have only seen within the pages of the books you’ve read—a demon. His arrival disrupts the eerie stillness, his form emanating an aura that sends a shiver coursing down your spine. Horns, reminiscent of an infernal crown, emerge from tufts of his long hair. Intricate tattoos wind their way along his arms like serpents of darkness, and wings resembling a bat's silhouette stretch ominously, casting shadows that dance in tune with the forest’s secrets. The deep crimson glow of his eyes sears a path into your very soul, leaving you trembling beneath his gaze.

Your heart beats wildly within your chest, your senses keenly aware of the danger that emanates from this being. As the realisation that you stand before a high demon dawns upon you, you cannot help but inhale sharply.

Though fear courses through your veins, your mind functions with remarkable clarity. A plan takes shape, and your instinct for self-preservation and the well-being of those you hold dear compels you to act. Fingers trembling, you manage to send a discreet message to Wooyoung and tell him to bring a priest whose knowledge and skills would be able to banish this entity back where he belongs.

Beside you, Captain Jack Sparrow emits another series of hisses, his agitation a mirror to your own. The feline’s protectiveness seems to amuse the demon, for his lips curl into a sinister grin. “You think your feline companion is any threat to me? You’re foolish to think so, little witch.”

Your heart pounds as you face the looming demon. With your makeshift weapon—a sturdy stick—grasped firmly, you weave determination and resolve into your stance. Your gaze shifts to Captain, his eyes reflecting the trust he places in you. Kneeling before him, you utter your words in a hushed tone. “Can you distract him for me?”

Captain Jack Sparrow meets your gaze with unwavering intensity, an unspoken understanding passing between you two. His nod is resolute, a testament to his loyalty and his faith in you. Without hesitation, he catapults himself toward the demon, a feline embodiment of courage and defiance.

With a sharp breath, you drag the stick into the forest floor as you etch a devil’s trap. Each stroke in the soil forms a link in a mystical chain, a barrier that could keep the demon trapped until the priest arrives with Wooyoung. The forest seems to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation as you carve your intentions into the earth, invoking protection and safeguarding magic into each gesture.

Just as you make the last stroke on the earth, a piercing howl of agony pierces through the silence. Panic claws at your chest as you stand, your eyes locking onto Captain, who now lies amidst the underbrush. The demon’s glee is evident, a sickening grin that sparks a fire of anger within you.

Even as your heart races with a mixture of fury and desperation, his taunting words punctuate the air, “You can’t hurt me either, little witch. You’re too weak to go up against me.”

Your voice, though laced with tremors, carries a fire born of defiance. “You underestimate me, demon. My strength lies in more than just might.”

As the tension builds, you brace yourself, a fusion of anger and resolve fuelling your next steps. For some reason, a smirk dances at the edges of your lips, the action adding to the demon’s simmering fury. His snarl of irritation is a satisfying confirmation that your audacity has hit its mark, goading him into action. Without warning, he hurtles toward you with terrifying speed, and instinct kicks in, your body moving with a fluidity born of desperation as you sidestep his oncoming assault, your heart pounding with a mixture of adrenaline and a fervent prayer for Wooyoung to be quick. He’s your anchor, your beacon of hope, a lifeline that promises light at the end of the tunnel.

Your attempt to land a punch only garners a momentary victory, a fleeting contact that sends a jolt of satisfaction through your veins before the demon's ferocity reignites. Your “fight” with the demon is more of a dance between predator and prey. The demon is tireless, his attacks relentless, and your resilience the only thing keeping you from succumbing to his power.

As you’re trying to catch your breath while also simultaneously dodging the demon’s attacks, a movement in the corner of your vision catches your attention—a graceful, stealthy approach. It’s Captain Jack Sparrow, emerging from the undergrowth despite being hurt himself. You can see the fire in his own eyes as he moves closer to the two of you.

Your focus narrows as the duel intensifies. Yet, in a split second, your world tilts on its axis. The demon’s strike finally lands its mark, and an agonising pain flares in your abdomen as his blade pierces through you. Your gasp of pain mingles with the harshness of your exhale, the world momentarily spinning as you lose your grip on reality.

Amidst the searing agony, a small hope presents itself—a diversion in the form of your cat. Captain’s launch distracts the demon, his collision with the devil turning the tide of battle. A triumphant surge courses through you as the malevolent entity stumbles ensnared within the conjured lines and symbols of the devil’s trap.

Hope blossoms anew as the demon’s growls turn to roars of rage. It’s a momentous turn of events, however, the sweet taste of victory is swiftly tempered by the urgency of your injury. Blood flows from your wound, a crimson river that threatens to drown you in its tide. 

But as darkness threatens to claim you, the forest is pierced by the sound of familiar voices. Wooyoung’s call is a lifeline, as he and the priest, followed by San, move toward the heart of the clearing. Their arrival sparks a surge of relief within you, the fervent prayers you’d cast finding their answer.

For your two friends, the demon, now in the custody of the priest, takes a backseat to the immediate urgency of your wound. Bloodied and battered, you succumb to the overwhelming sense of fatigue that washes over you, your vision flickering as you teeter on the precipice of consciousness. As the world blurs and wavers, you hear Captain’s mournful meows and Wooyoung’s desperate pleas as San works to stem the bleeding. Darkness envelops you, but not before you grasp the hands of those who are by your side, hoping to give them some comfort.

As you gradually resurface from the depths of the unconsciousness, you’re met with a hazy awareness of your surroundings. The soft rustle of leaves, a gentle breeze, and the warmth of the sun’s rays brush against your senses, weaving together a mosaic of sensations that bring you back to the world of the living.

As your eyelids flutter open, the world swims into focus, and you realise you’re laid down in the comfort of your bed. With careful and deliberate motions, you navigate meticulously to take note of any aches along your body. The pain is there, an ever-present reminder of the brutal encounter with the demon, but it’s not as overwhelming as you initially feared.

Summoning the strength to sit up, you’re acutely aware of the effort it takes. Your muscles protest the movement, a chorus of twinges and discomfort that underscore the extent of your injuries. You exhale a measured breath, grateful for the incremental progress that you’ve made in whatever number of days you’ve been unconscious. 

You wonder if Wooyoung or San are downstairs, for you hear movement and sounds drifting through the air—evidence that you're not alone. With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, you muster the energy to call out. “Hello?”

In response, the sounds shift—a plate clatters in the sink, and footsteps echo through the corridors as they draw nearer. You await the reply with a mixture of anticipation and unease, as the door to your room creaks open, revealing an unexpected visitor who seems as surprised to find you conscious as you are to meet him. The stranger stands framed in the doorway, his presence both enigmatic and captivating. Your gaze sweeps over him, capturing the details that distinguish him from any other human.

His silver hair shimmers like moonlight swept in an artful disarray around his face. His brown eyes are warm and expressive, and his petite nose adds a touch of whimsy to his features, a charming little thing that lends him an air of approachability.

Yet, what captivates your attention most are the silver cat ears that adorn his head. They peek from behind his tousled locks, a hint of something magical, a connection to the feline that has become such a significant part of your life. And there, nestled against his throat, rests the same choker you had bought for Captain—the final object that weaves a thread of familiarity between you and this stranger.

You blink at the unexpected revelation, your mind whirling as it tries to reconcile this silver-haired stranger with the raven-furred feline companion who had been a constant presence in your life for over a year. The pieces of the puzzle rearrange themselves in your perception, forming a new and baffling image that challenges your understanding of magic and reality.

“Please don’t tell me that you’re the cat who’s been living with me for the past year,” your incredulity and confusion are woven into the words that hang in the air between you.

He blinks back at you, the innocence in his gaze casting a surreal contrast against the situation you’ve found yourself in. “Um, okay?” His response is soft, almost timid, and a pang of empathy stirs within you.

“But, you… I didn’t sense a single ounce of magic in you,” you murmur, your words imbued with a touch of bewilderment. The dichotomy between his appearance as a cat and now as a being with apparent human attributes leaves you struggling to grasp the threads of truth.

He shifts uneasily in the doorway, his cat ears betraying his discomfort as they flatten against his hair. As your brain races to piece together the implications of his transformation, Captain—your erstwhile feline friend—interjects with a soft sigh, “That’s because our magic is way different. Nature witches can rarely sense dark magic unless it’s threatening.”

“Oh… WAIT— WHAT DO YOU MEAN DARK MAGIC?” 

The elusive and sinister nature of dark magic indeed renders it undetectable to your innate senses. But to think you had been living with a creature who practised dark magic made you shudder.

“I am a mage, well—I was one until I declined a fae’s advances. They cursed me to live as a cat for the rest of my life,” he confesses, his voice carrying the weight of a burden he’s carried for far too long.

Your emotions teeter on the precipice of uncertainty. Part of you instinctively yearns to distance yourself, wary of the unpredictable nature of dark magic and its ramifications. Yet, another part—perhaps the more empathetic and compassionate side—compels you to understand.

“And how did you turn back?” you inquire gently, the words wrapped in a blanket of cautious curiosity. You observe his response closely, measuring his demeanour, and his expressions, seeking any sign of deceit or danger.

He meets your gaze squarely, his eyes carrying a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. “I called in a favour another fae owed me. They helped me out and managed to undo some of the curse… but I was to stay a cat until I felt the heartbreak of almost losing someone precious to me,” he confides, his voice trembling with an authenticity that resonates with your intuition.

“Precious?” You echo the word.

The notion seems almost surreal, a subtle revelation that has you momentarily flustered. Your heart flutters in an unfamiliar rhythm, a dance choreographed by the unexpected emotions swirling within you. 

He observes your reaction, a gentle smile playing upon his lips as he regards you with tender familiarity. “You're precious to me, Y/N,” he admits, the words carrying an honesty that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze is a caress, drawing you into the depths of his sentiment. For a heartbeat, the world narrows to just the two of you, and you find yourself holding your breath.

He probably senses the shift in your breathing and looks at you in concern, so you force yourself to inhale, coughing a bit as you choke. Once he sees you’re fine, he continues, his words laced with a trace of melancholy. “So… you almost losing your life changed me back. Not fully, though, never fully. I’ll still be able to turn back into a cat and then back into this form. That’s what I’ve been doing while Wooyoung and San come to check up on you.”

The notion of him resuming his dual existence as both a cat and this silver-haired individual evokes a sense of both wonder and sympathy. Your gaze lingers on him, searching for traces of the feline friend you’ve known for so long within the person before you.

“Oh…” The word slips from your lips, laden with a complexity of emotions that you struggle to articulate.

He shifts slightly, his demeanour carrying an air of uncertainty as he speaks. “Um… I can leave if you don’t want me around any—”

You interject, the words tumbling from your lips before he can finish his sentence, a resolute assertion that quashes any hint of rejection. “No! I just… I'll just need a while to… uh… yeah.” You gesture vaguely, the swirl of emotions within you manifesting in a flurry of gestures that you can’t seem to articulate into words. He nods at you, and the silence that falls over the room is punctuated only by the soft rustling of fabric as he shifts his weight.

“Would you like something to eat?” he offers, seeking to ground the situation in something familiar. “I'm not the best at cooking, but I make a nice porridge and considering you haven’t eaten in a couple of days, it's best if you have something light to eat.”

Your quick nod is accompanied by a brief departure and a swift return, a bowl of porridge cradled in his hands. When you notice that he’s about to leave you alone again, you can’t help but call out. “Wait.” As his steps pause in response, you invite him to stay with a gentle smile, the words unspoken but the sentiment clear.

Curiosity laces your words as you venture into uncharted territory. “So… can you still do magic?” The inquiry stems from a genuine desire to understand the extent of his transformation and the implications it holds.

He takes a seat beside your bed, his posture relaxed as he contemplates your question. “I haven't been able to use any magic since you got injured. The demon, he hurt me with the same knife he used to hurt you… and uh, I think whatever magic I have sort of reacted with yours…” His gaze finds yours from beneath the fall of his bangs, an unspoken query hidden within his eyes, “Do you feel any different?”

“I can't tell right now…” As silence settles between you, you sense the opportunity to delve further, to uncover a piece of the puzzle that he’s held close. “What's your name?” you ask, your voice soft yet insistent.

“Huh?” He seems momentarily taken aback as if the question isn’t something he expected.

“Your name,” you repeat.

“Kim Hongjoong.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” The response seems to hang in the air, a bridge between the past and the present, a marker of his identity before the curse that had transformed him.

An uncomfortable quiet follows, the weight of revelations and the unspoken understanding rendering words momentarily inadequate. Seeking a refuge in the familiarity of action, you take another spoonful of porridge, the act providing temporary solace.

Breaking through the silence, he cautiously inquires, his voice softer than before, “Is it okay?” The gaze you direct at Hongjoong carries an unspoken question, “The porridge?” he clarifies.

Your response is a nod as you offer him a tentative smile that reflects your gratitude. “It's really tasty. Thank you.”

Hongjoong’s nod is a humble acknowledgement, his gaze holding a fleeting yet meaningful connection with yours. As the seconds tick by, another awkward silence settles, but this one holds the gentle promise of the unknown.

That evening as the sunset paints the evening sky in hues of purple and orange, you find yourself in the presence of Wooyoung and San. Their eyes, suffused with the relief of your recovering strength, mirror the unspoken concern that brought them here. Nestled at your side, Hongjoong has resumed his feline form, a steadfast source of familiar comfort as Wooyoung tells you about the people who had gone missing. As the priest banished the demon, they were liberated from the captivity of the demon who was using them as a source to draw power. You are glad to know that Miyeon and the others have safely returned to their homes, and the four of you enjoy an evening filled with the warmth of companionship.

As your body completes its healing process, a newfound awareness awakens within you—an inkling that your magic has indeed undergone a transformation. Engaging Hongjoong in conversation about this, you both reach a consensus that teaching each other about your respective magic could be the key to unravelling the intricacies of your unique connection.

You start small, inviting Hongjoong to partake in nurturing the growth of herbs and other flora and having him observe the delicate craft of potion-making. With patience and thoroughness that speaks to the depth of your understanding, you slowly and meticulously introduce him to the art that has been your life’s calling.

Conversely, Hongjoong takes a more theoretical approach. Armed with the wealth of knowledge he has amassed over the years, he embarks on the journey of studying dark magic alongside you. Evenings become an intimate soiree of shared books, a merging of his wisdom and your practical expertise. The pursuit is not without its challenges, especially for him as the concepts of dark magic are both familiar and alien, a delicate dance between his past experiences and his present identity.

Slowly but surely, the awkwardness of your interactions dissipates, and you settle into a rhythm, an understanding blooming from the mutual pursuit of knowledge. Hongjoong’s presence becomes an inseparable part of your magical undertakings, his assistance serving as both catalyst and amplification. The mundane tasks of your craft transform into collaborative ventures that find their completion with newfound ease and velocity.

In this partnership, you both traverse uncharted realms, unearthing hidden gems of wisdom and forging new techniques. You discover the intricacies of advanced protective charms, the nuances of spellcasting, and the delicate balance between the ethereal and the tangible. Every conversation brings new insights as his eyes aglow with passion while he delves into explanations that light up your understanding.

Hongjoong isn’t oblivious to the subtle shifts in your demeanour either, the way your attention seems to gravitate toward his words with an almost magnetic pull. He playfully teases you when you zone out while listening to him, but beneath his banter lies a quiet satisfaction at having captured your focus.

One summer evening, almost two years after you found and healed Hongjoong, you find yourself basking in the warmth of his presence. As Hongjoong delves into the mysteries of Tarot cards, your attention wavers. Mesmerised by his words, your gaze inadvertently drifts to his lips, where the graceful dance of his explanations seems to take on a sensual rhythm of its own. Lost in the tempo of his speech, you’re barely aware of your growing fascination until the sound of his clearing throat breaks through your reverie. Flushing in embarrassment, you avert your gaze, your heart racing at having been caught by him.

Hongjoong chuckles softly, a melodious sound that carries warmth. His fingers, feather-light and tinged with confidence, slide beneath your chin, lifting it until your eyes meet his. His touch is tender, a silent reassurance that dissipates your unease, even as his eyes search yours with an intensity that ignites a flutter in your chest.

The air between you seems charged with unspoken desires, and as Hongjoong’s gaze darkens, your heart skips a beat. His presence is magnetic, his proximity an intoxicating pull that leaves you breathless. The realisation that this is a defining juncture in your connection dawns upon you, your anticipation matched only by the uncertainty of what's to come.

“May I kiss you?” Leaned in so close that his breath dances upon your lips, Hongjoong’s voice is barely a whisper as he seeks permission, his question hanging between you like a promise. His eyes, fixed on your mouth, reflect the yearning that pulses through his veins.

Your nod is almost imperceptible, a fervent agreement that is all the confirmation Hongjoong needs. His lips descend upon yours with a delicate reverence, his touch a gentle brush that sends sparks through your very being. A deep, resonant purr thrums from within his chest, the vibrations of which reverberate against you as he draws you closer to himself.

Hongjoong’s kiss unfolds with a tenderness that contrasts the unspoken longing that has been growing between the two of you. His lips move against yours in a rhythm that speaks of his own vulnerability, each touch conveying a deeper sentiment. But as you respond in earnest, his tongue glides across your lips, prompting longing to flare through your veins.

Your lips part, the connection broken only for a moment as you both draw a ragged breath. Yet, the space between you feels electric, the air pregnant with the promise of what’s to come. Giving in to desire, Hongjoong’s kisses trail along your jaw, igniting sensations that tumble forth as a soft, involuntary whimper. The velvety brush of his lips against your skin seems to write a narrative of its own as if he’s trying to make a home in your very soul.

With a husky murmur, Hongjoong guides you forward, his voice a seductive entreaty that resonates through your core. As his teeth graze beneath the collar of your shirt, a shiver courses down your spine, “That's it, love,” he exhales, his words a sultry invitation to unravel the depths of your desires. “Let me hear you.”

The fervour of your shared moment is interrupted by a sudden, urgent knock on your door. The sound jolts you both out of the cocoon of passion, and you exchange a hasty yet intense kiss as if to imprint the sensation on your soul before pulling away. Breathing heavily, you share a lingering glance before reluctantly untangling yourself from his embrace and heading to the front door, your heartbeats echoing the electricity that still courses through your veins.

As you open the door, you’re met with the sight of Wooyoung and San, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. They look at you and Hongjoong with knowing smiles as if they can sense the transformation in the air, but they refrain from commenting. It’s a silent acknowledgement of the intimacy that has bloomed between you, and you’re grateful for their unspoken understanding.

In the days that follow, you and Hongjoong continue navigating your newfound connection. The kiss remains unspoken, yet its imprint is undeniable. The two of you seem to share a mutual agreement to explore this uncharted territory without the constraints of labels or expectations, allowing your relationship to unfurl naturally.

With Hongjoong by your side, every interaction becomes a wordless conversation, every shared glance a testament to the bond that has formed between you. The ease with which you navigate each other’s thoughts and emotions astounds you as if you’ve known each other across lifetimes.

With Hongjoong, you find solace and a rare understanding that extends beyond the realms of mere companionship. With him by your side, life seems to flow effortlessly, and even the challenges that come your way are met with a united front, the strength of your connection acting as a shield against adversity.

As time passes, you realise that what you have with Hongjoong is more profound than any bond you could have hoped for had you connected with a familiar. Yours is a love that has grown from mutual respect, shared experiences, and the unspoken promises that linger between your glances.

You might have longed for a familiar as a young witch, but now you realise that fate had something even better in store for you—a soul who understands you in ways words can never express and a heart that beats in harmony with your own. With Hongjoong by your side, you found the person who complemented your magic, someone who loved you and would go to the ends of the earth for you, and you knew that you’d do the same for him.

#collab : stuck in summer #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong headcanons #hongjoong reactions #hongjoong fluff #cromernet #outlaw/precious #ateez fanfic

[wilbursprincess]

wilbur with a reader who loves ghibli or anime!

also can i be ☁️ anon? i was also the one who sent the reader with a fear of fire lol

Wilbur With a Ghibli Fan Partner!

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None :)

Hi again ☁️ anon! I’ve got a bit of an embarrassing confession to make… I’ve never seen anything Ghibli or anime before, with the exception of a guy I liked at 14 who forced me to watch the first episode of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure with him :’) I had to ask my lovely online friend for help with this since she’s seen it, as well as consulting Pinterest, so I apologize in advance if I mess something up!

Headcannons below cut!

~Wilbur hadn’t seen any Ghibli before he met you, but when you suggested watching one together for a date he was HOOKED!

~You started by showing him Ponyo.

~To go with the movie, you made honey milk and ramen, which Wilbur absolutely loved.

~Now he makes himself honey milk to relax after a long day in the studio or after gigs.

~About a week after you two finished Ponyo, he begged you to show him another Ghibli film.

~You picked Kiki’s Delivery Service, serving it with a plate of the pancake breakfast and some rice porridge.

~As a surprise, Wilbur made you two hot chocolate in some new Ghibli mugs he bought for you as a gift!

~Obviously, he loved this one too.

~Didn’t even wait until the credits rolled until begging to watch another one the next day!

~Spirited Away was up next, picked after Wilbur looked up a list of all the Ghibli movies.

~You two watched it with some sushi and a painstakingly iced sponge cake you made when he was in the studio that morning.

~Wilbur was immediately obsessed, as you predicted.

~Informed you that once he got out of the studio the next night, you two were watching My Neighbor Totoro.

~Showed up at your house with a big smile and an enormous stuffed Totoro.

~Seriously, the thing was about half the size of him!

~Made plans that very night to have a marathon to watch the rest of the Ghibli movies he had yet to see.

~Ends up being a bigger Ghibli fan than you, and you can’t help but grin whenever you see him excited over it.

#princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #mcyt headcannons #mcyt x you #wilbur soot #wilbur x you #wilbur headcanons #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x gender neutral reader #wilbur soot fluff #studio ghibli #ghibli films #☁️ anon #princesshcs

[britishmuffin]

Hello, Britishmuffin

I hope you are having a wonderful day/night.

Just wanted to know what inspires you to make such amazing art pieces? As well how do you deal with art block?

Im a artist myself but times get tuff and I lose motivation and start developing art block.

Sincerely, fisheggsoup :)

Morning! Love your name :D

Truthfully, my biggest motivator is born of necessity these days. I create art because I have bills to pay and family to support. My patrons are a huge driving force in all this, cheering me on from the sidelines while I work; my band of blessed saviours.

I also make sure that my social feeds are full of artists I love, who make art that makes me happy. I'm always watching films and playing games, always constantly absorbing media in this wacky age of technology-infused information. Then if I'm lucky, I get the chance to step outside for a walk in the woods with my sibling to help ground ourselves in the world and reconnect with nature, pure medicine for the troubled soul.

All of these activities serve to stir the Brain Soup and sometimes reflect in my artwork. I rarely get struck with the "fabled bolt of inspiration" these days, but I blame the current climate. I did used to.

As some of you will already know because I'm being quite open about it this time, I'm currently battling the worst bout of burnout I've had in literal years. So really, I'm not sure I'm the best person to be asking on the topic of how to deal with it, but here you go:

In my experience it’s not the best idea to wait for inspiration to strike. Inspiration is unreliable, constantly waiting can leave you anxious, and also most of us just don’t have the luxury of being able to. I kinda think we just need to create despite it (or TO spite it, or in order to spite someone who told you you couldn't, if that's your sauce).

If you feel like your art sucks, instead of expecting perfection try just giving yourself permission to be bad at art for a while, you might be surprised about how much of a relief it feels. Make a hundred terrible little sketches, doodles, scribbles, or just make marks on paper. You don’t even have to show them to anyone, they can be just for your eyes! More often than not I’ve found that the physical act of creating artwork can genuinely inspire you to make more, and better work. It flexes those art muscles and gets the creative cogs whirring. Just make stuff!!!

As a person who’s had little choice but to create for years, it can be really helpful to push through it. Not always, though.

Sometimes the art block you’re staring down actually goes layers deep into the realms of debilitating mental health and poor living status, right into dangerous burnout and breakdown territory. Some would argue that creating art in times of real pain is the best medicine, and indeed, creates the best results. I wholly disagree.

My advice is to always make art in those moments when you can, even if it sucks. And when you just can’t, then rest. Watch your favourite guilty pleasure anime, cook some delicious food, hug your pets, go exist in nature for a bit. Have you ever seen Kiki’s Delivery Service? That!

Helpful links to combat art block:

Line of Action has great learning resources, while also being a brilliant tool for a variety of speedy sketch warm-ups

Don’t know what to draw? Use a character description generator!

You could flex your figure drawing muscles with models on Figurosity, AdorkaStock, or ArtModels360 (nudity warning)

Improve your fundamental art skills with Drawabox or videos on The Fix List

Generate some colour palettes to use as a challenge. Adobe’s colour wheel tool isn’t too bad either

Other more practical tips include:

If you struggle staying motivated, try to refocus by sitting down and asking yourself "What kind of art do I really want to create?” Try to rediscover what excites you! Is your aim to work in the art industry? To be able to draw your OCs smooching? Draw beefy bara men? Do you really just wanna paint cool rocks? All valid af

Pull up images of your favourite artworks and study them. Ask yourself “Why do I like this artwork?” Are the outfits really cool designs? Is the lineart super stylish? Do you love the way they used colours? After that, think about what you need to learn to get to that point yourself, and start small. Mimic your favourite artworks in order to learn how to do it.

Example: If you realise that you want to improve at drawing hands, just spend a week learning about them. Draw pages and pages of them, find a way to make them fun and sexy to draw! I did just that, and now hands are actually one of my favourite things to draw, it works.

Warm-ups are SO important. If you just started on a piece and already feel defeated, ask yourself “Did I warm up enough first?” You can try looping fifty quick spirals in different sizes with your pen, scratch out some box shapes, doodle some funky wiggly shapes, crosshatch them, whatever you want! Just get that hand moving before you leap into your artwork of choice, it helps to loosen up to keep your lines from becoming too stiff.

If it’s just not working today, that’s okay. Take a break by filtering your creativity into another entirely different creative pursuit. You could try baking something tasty, making music, writing for your next D&D campaign, building cute houses in minecraft or the sims, painting miniatures, crafting with paper or sewing fabric, etc etc. Anything that keeps the creative brain ticking that isn’t drawing is also worthwhile.

And, mentally:

Try not to worry about what other people think of your artwork. Doesn’t matter what age you are or your background, the fact you’ve created anything at all is incredible. You brought something into the world that didn’t exist before. You’re powerful as hell.

Related: please please please don’t focus on being “successful” on social media. Even though I know it can feel awesome to post your art and get instant reactions, these things are a death spiral of addictive behaviour and shouldn’t dictate your creativity. Use sparingly.

Remember that your kid self would absolutely be losing their mind over the cool stuff you’ve made now. Same goes for your ancient ancestors who used to make those little clay animals. You’re doing great, be proud.

Don’t be so damn hard on yourself. I mean it <3

If you keep drawing you will improve. You will get your motivation back. You will make art again even if it takes you a while. And know that a muffin is cheering for you c:

#sorry this turned out kinda long wtf haha #reply #muffin tips

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Six Sentence Sunday & Countdown to EGF (Week 1!)

Hello hi hola!! Thank you for the early morning tags, @thewholelemon and @artsyunderstudy! I have six-ish sentences from Chapter 3 of my EGF fic, which I shared with my lovely EGF collaborator @shemakesmeforget (thank you for making me feel good about my writing 😆😆😆):

When Baz comes out into the kitchen, Simon Snow is still trotting around mostly naked except for Baz’s boxer briefs. He has freckles and moles everywhere, and the collar around his neck and the steaming mug of tea in his hands make him look oddly domestic; Baz is sure he’s seen a porn that started this way. 

“Here,” Simon says, thrusting the mug at Baz. “Wasn’t sure if you took milk or sugar.” 

“Usually milk,” Baz says, opening the fridge, “but - ah, yes, I’m out. I was going to do the weekly shop, but then kidnapping, imprisonment, et cetera.”

“Extremely et cetera,” Simon says solemnly. 

Writing blather, a bonus pic, and tags behind the cut! 

Here’s a brief description of my writing process thus far: 

Write 22 000 words in basically a fever dream / fugue state (around the same time that I wrote “A cake with your name on it”)  

Let it sit, because I knew it needed massive edits 

Sign up for EGF in early Jan with all the arrogance and naivete of youth, because “hey! I already have a draft!” 

Reread the draft in mid-Jan and feel like throwing up (Jan. 15 journal entry: “I just re-read my EGF fic and it seems like such a fucking disaster. What the actual hell”) 

Attempt ambitious rewrites. Fail. Lose momentum. Journal about it a lot. Draw a bunch of mind maps. Get lost in the black hole of Tumblr. Cry in the car. Eat kettle chips and binge-watch the K-drama Doctors  

Reread/re-watch some classic things that I should keep in a box/bookmarks folder called Break Glass in Case of Artistic Emergency (The Artist’s Way; Liz Gilbert’s TED talk on daemons; Kiki’s Delivery Service) 

Do some useful loosening up exercises (rewriting and responding to the Basic Principles in The Artist’s Way; writing a paean to the Muses; making a checklist of how to create a good writing context for myself)

Re-read the draft. Think, “Huh, it’s actually not as bad as I thought. Rewriting isn’t working, so I think I just have to work with what I have.” Realise that the draft hasn't changed in quality, just my mindset.

Think fondly of my old mentor McKenna (playwright, poet, Irish madman), who would always say, “These things that you think I'm teaching you? You know them already. I’m just reminding you, is all.”  

I share this not just because I crave validation (I mean, I’m an artist and a human, of course I crave validation) but because I think everyone who reads this probably resonates with at least one part of it. 

And it’s useful for me to have this as a record to come back to say, “Oh yeah, this happened to me before, this will probably happen again, here is evidence that I climbed out of this well before, and here are some really concrete things that I did to climb out of the well. This is all part of the process, even the stretches that suck and feel like you’re off-roading in the dark.” 

If you made it through this exercise in navel-gazing, please enjoy this picture, because I have apparently branched out from making fake t-shirts and entered the realm of making fake mugs for my fic, as part of my Creative Process: 

I have to run off soon (to pick up fresh cinnamon buns) so I am just going to do a bunch of hello tags off the top of my head in a completely random fashion: @erotic-grope-fest, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @cutestkilla, @technetiumai, @tectonicduck, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @raenestee, @dohrnaira, @larkral (look, I came out to play!!!), @facewithoutheart, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission, @martsonmars, @aristocratic-otter. Happy Sunday to you all!

#Six Sentence Sunday #egf2023 #good morning good night good morning #creative process bullshit #sneaky btvs references #my fic tag

[li-was-here]

thanks @auspicious-goblin for the tag!!!

⟡ rules : answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

⟡ favourite colour:

usually green (finally achieved buying a green couch)

⟡ last song:

C'mon Baby, Cry by Orville Peck

⟡ last movie:

oof i don't watch a ton of movies, but probably kiki's delivery service or another ghibli movie

⟡ currently reading:

witch hat atelier!

⟡ currently watching:

rewatching haikyuu with my partner who hasn't seen it! also listening to the magnus archives for the first time :)

⟡ currently craving:

my coworker made blackberry lemon tea cake and brought it to work and i can't stop thinking about it (it was also vegan!!)

⟡ tea or coffee?

i must have coffee every morning or else head hurty. but i love pretty much all teas and enjoy it at all times!

tagging @shoyyos-bicyycle , @akaashism , @rainixdra , @lianaet , @wandererenjoyer , @emilytopaz

[citruslullabies]

Good morning Flaire, it's mayday and I just woke up :D

How are you mate? Sleep well?

I have a question for youuu, do you watch anime? >:D

Good afternoon from here sweetheart!

I slept pretty good, took a long nap though and then passed right back out last night

But I've been decent! How about you?

And oo! Yes! Yes I do, so I actually watch(ed) a few

1. Soul eater

2. Death Note

3. The Promised Neverland

4. Dragonball Z

5. Attack on Titan

6. Blue Period

7. Pokemon (does that count??)

8. Castlevania

9. Kakegurui

10. Bleach

11. A lot of studio Ghibli stuff

(like Howls Moving Castle, Ponyo, Spirited Away, Kiki's Delivery Service, etc)

[ecle-c-tic]

a 30 instrumental song playlist inspired by being cozy and content, reading or studying in a coffee shop during rain showers for @trinikins

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I went on a crazy little tangent with penny whistles about half way through so ignore those if you don't like them lol. These are a mix of my favourite reading and studying songs, songs that I find cozy, things I play when I people-watch in the cafe on campus, and books that made me think of Legends and Lattes (an amazingly fluffy and cozy novel about a dungeons and dragons-esque cafe run by an orc)

I hope you enjoy it <3....

A town with a view of the sea [Kiki's Delivery Service]

If Wrapped in Kindness [Kiki's Delivery Service] 

The Fig Tree [Jacob Ahlbom]

The Lighthouse Keeper [Antoine Di Luzio]

Tot le Matin [Alonzo Gautier] 

Når du er Nær [Leah Dreyer] 

Moss [Aimon Cour] 

Skye [Jacob Maler] 

Spring Shower [Felice Manzi] 

Silver Leaves [Treasure Planet] 

Waltz of the Forest Nymphs [Derek Fiechter] 

Tir-nan-Og [Jeff Victor] 

Misty Mountains [Prague Philharmonic Orchestra]  

Evenstar [Prague Philharmonic Orchestra] 

Twilight and Shadow [Prague Philharmonic Orchestra] 

 Fljόtavík [Georg Holm] 

Letters From Home [Felice Manzi] 

Sí bheag, Sí mhor [Ceol sona] <- this group is called happy/lucky music lol 

Fog on the Bay [Golden Bough] 

Londonderry Air [Straumr]

Back on the Path [Marcin Przybyłowicz, Percival Schuttenbach] 

The Tree Where We Once Sat [Mikołaj Stroiński] 

Wake Up, Ciri [Mikołaj Stroiński]

Bonnie At Morn - Instrumental [Mikołaj Stroiński] 

The White River [Jeremy Soule] 

Stars and Butterflies [Jean-Yves Thibaudet]

A Very Respectable Hobbit [Howard Shore] 

Galadriel [Bear McCreary] 

Elendil and Isildur [Bear McCreary]

Deux Arabesque no. 1 [Debussy]

Cheers! ☕🍵

For spotify users; here's a little link for youuu

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return of the king ecle-c-tic celebration 🎉

hehe you're being tagged bc of this post:

@lady-ofmischief @whatmarisays @thislookinyoureyes @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen

#playlists #rao's celebration #rote celebration #trinikins <3 #my mutuals #trinikins #rao's playlists

[oikasugayama]

I've had a runny nose all day, which has really been bugging me, so tonight I'm going to relax in the bath and watch Kiki's Delivery Service (one of my comfort movies ^^).

How've you been? Well I hope? -- 🌀

I haven't seen that one but I really really need to. I love the Ghibli movies I've seen!! I wish I could take a nice bath but my tub is too small to be properly relaxing smh

Not too well honestly but slowly on the up and up!! Resting now bc I wasn't feeling well this morning/early afternoon

#ask answered #🌀 anon

[chaossmagic]

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

(tbh I just liked the frog)

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

HI how are you?

Describe your aesthetic.

On all levels except physical, I am Jiji from Kiki's Delivery Service (which I actually just watched for the first time tonight and absolutely LOVED IT).

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

I didn't get out of bed till almost 10am this morning, so I am definitely NOT a morning person.

Last song you listened to?

Eeeh....I can't remember?!

#zenaidamacrouras1 #i am SO sorry it's taken me days to reply #i am really bad at replying #anyway hi hello hi!

[zalrb]

With Hayao Miyazaki's work. Is you not being that into it happenstance or do you have trouble connecting with his characters or following his plots?

I have trouble connecting with his characters or finding the poignancy in the execution of the themes in his movies. And I've tried. Spirited Away, Kiki's Delivery Service, Howl's Moving Castle, I've tried a couple of times to watch Princess Mononoke but it just doesn't hold my attention although it's probably the movie where I can understand/appreciate the execution of his themes the most.

Like, for Spirited Away ... both times I've watched it, I didn't feel particularly engaged while watching it but when it was over, it had left some kind of impression, where it was like I can still feel the atmosphere of the bathhouse, elements of that spirit world, it was off-putting and weird -- not pejoratively, I just mean off-kilter and surreal -- enough that the vibes lingered but that's the most I can say.

But, like, Howl's Moving Castle, that did nothing for me except that I liked the way food was portrayed so the breakfast scene -- which I watched in the morning -- made me get up and make some bacon and eggs. I know thematically it's anti-war and I also know the impact it would've had coming out in 2004, but the messaging just didn't do anything for me. Sophie as a character did nothing for me, neither did Howl.

Kiki's Delivery Service, which is all about coming of age, I don't know, man, none of her realizations of the dialogue struck a chord with me the way it does with many people especially on tumblr. I just don't feel the profundity and the magic of his work the way that other people do.

[emptymasks]

9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @freshprinceofverone . Thank you so much for the tag!! I really want to get active again at posting Euro musical content, I have so many things I want to make I just need timee aaaaaa. But I’m glad to know I haven’t been forgotten about.

Three ships: i’ll answer with which ones i’m thinking the most about at the moment which is: dream x hob (the sandman), the narrator x stanley (stanley parable), aand uhh.. honestly this morning i started thinking about dream (sandman) x der tod (elisabeth) and i really want to draw them together now. look. if i really like a character i’ll almost always end up thinking about them with der tod ajshkdgaskjhd idk what that says about me.

First Ever Ship: oh boy... if we’re talking first ship when i knew shipping and fanfic was a thing, the first non-canon ship i remember reading fanfic for was will x jack from pirates of the caribbean. before then there’d been canon relationships i liked (usagi x mamoru from sailor moon) and non-canon couples i wanted to get together (tommy x kimbery from power rangers) but i never looked up fanfic of them as i was too young and not on the internet and didn’t know what those things were back then

Last Song: ‘all for the best’ from the musical godspell. came up on my spotify recommended and if i had a nickel for every time i think i won’t want to listen to a song sung by judas and jesus and then end up loving the song...

Last Movie: kiki’s delivery service, my girlfriend showed it to me a couple weeks ago and it was my first time watching it. it’s really cute!

Currently Reading: nothinggggg, i haven’t read anything in so long because feeling like i lack the free time and also some anxieties. probably the most recent book i read was peter darling by austin chant for the 5th time. i’ve read that book a lot. it means a lot to me as a trans man.

Currently Watching: still in the process of my girlfriend showing me all of adventure time as i haven’t seen it before, we’re some way into season 8 at the moment. we also need to finish watching the moomins anime and i want her to watch the rest of the sandman. i am currently wanting to watch season 2 of vox machina, the last of us, and the puss in boots movie.

Currently consuming: i have no idea if this means food or media and i’m not a big food lover so i don’t know how to answer thisss

Currently craving: nothing cos i don’t really get food cravings much

Tagging: well this is awkward because i’ve not been the most active and don’t know if any of the euro musical mutuals i have are still around but i always like keeping in touch with people and making new mutuals so i’m gonna tag some people i think are cool, if you guys don’t want to do this you don’t have too, i won’t take offence @mourninglorystory @garlicmybeloved @isolationstreet @fitzrove @giuliettacapuleti @adridoesstuff @potatosonnet @mr-rochester-of-thornfield @gaymelie

#tagged

[floatingcatacombs]

STUDIO GHIBLI LIGHTNING ROUND

12 Days of Aniblogging 2022, Day 8

Work’s been way busier than expected and it’s cutting into my writing time. This is annoying because I still have an absolutely monstrous essay to write up, one that eluded me last year but I’ve got all the notes for this time. So to give myself some breathing room, today’s post is on the simpler side with a crowd-pleasing topic: my takes on all the Studio Ghibli films I watched or rewatched this year.

The Castle of Cagliostro

I’m a big fan of Lupin the 3rd Part II, so I’m perfectly fine with Lupin being more of a cartoon character than a cold-blooded criminal in this one. What bothers me more is Hayao Miyazaki creating the template for the modern zero-agency sexualized-for-her-purity anime girl in Lady Clarisse, and later on in his career acting like he had nothing to do with that archetype being so prominent in anime. Owe up to it!

That being said, The Castle of Cagliostro is still a pretty good romp. I appreciate how even as Lupin is trying to be something of a gentleman in this one, Fujiko just shoots people at point blank.

My Neighbor Totoro

I really liked Totoro! My girlfriend got a bit less out of it. Compared to other Ghibli works it’s drastically simple, but I really appreciated its pastoral fantasy despite being a skeptic of rural escapism on a personal level. When the younger kid goes missing it’s genuinely upsetting, and even though I knew that the movie wouldn’t have the teeth to let her die, I still got that pit in my stomach.

Of course, Totoro notoriously screened back-to-back with Grave of the Fireflies upon release, so if you had just watched that, you'd be a lot less confident about a happy ending ahead.

Kiki’s Delivery Service

That girl in the woods was gay.

Porco Rosso

This is the best one.

As an adventure movie it completely supersedes Castle of Cagliostro. It’s got easily the best Plucky Studio Ghibli Lass in Fio, who has plane engineering autism and is simply the coolest. The mechanical animation in this movie is so fluid that my mind almost parsed it as 3DCG at times, even though I knew that wasn’t the case.

I feel like people undermine the weightiness and layers of Porco Rosso’s themes and write it off as “haha funny pig man shoots fascists”. But once you recognize why he is a pig, you will feel ashamed of your words and deeds.

Whisper of the Heart

Whisper of the Heart fills the same ecological niche as Kiki’s Delivery Service, but the grounded setting actually leads to it being much more evocative. It’s a meditation on craft with a plot hinging on everyone’s favorite West Virginia anthem and a cat who everyone will want to fuck approximately four movies later. The town this takes place in would be hell to actually live in with all of those hills, but it gives us all these relaxed shots of the protagonist just walking around to places during bright summer mornings. If you’re a creative, this one will likely scratch at something deep within you.

Princess Mononoke

Goddamn. I watched this when I was an early teen but there’s a lot more to this movie than I remembered. Lady Eboshi is a deeply complicated character trying to make the best of her situation. Her taking in of prostitutes, abused women, and people with disabilities makes it clear that industrialization is not without purpose, reminding us that modernity paves the way for further accommodating the worst-off. While the message of compromise and environmentalism at the end is obvious, the movie makes it clear just how difficult this is to achieve. Truly, Princess Mononoke is about dealing with 30-50 feral hogs.

Spirited Away

Obviously Spirited Away is really good, but saying why is the hard part. It’s a movie you marinate in more than anything else, and emerge a bit out of it but spiritually rejuvenated. If I had watched this as a young cis girl, I absolutely would have convinced myself that I was straight because of Haru. It's that potent fantasy of having an androgynous boyfriend who's secretly a dragon and sexily bleeds out in front of you while thrashing about with the most fluid animation you've ever seen.

The Cat Returns

I love how The Cat Returns doesn't really have a lesson and is instead just "what if you got kidnapped by the cat kingdom and they turned you into a cat and you were going to be forced to marry their prince but a dapper gentleman cat swooped in and rescued you. Wouldn't that be kind of hot." 75 minutes, end of movie.

It’s the closest thing Studio Ghibli has to a Disney direct-to-DVD sequel. It’s kind of terrible and some part of me can’t help but love it. I think I accidentally first watched it at an important time of my life.

Definitely watch the dub so you can get Tim Curry hamming it up as the Cat King. Obviously the original Japanese audio with subtitles is a better choice for Ghibli movies, but c’mon, it’s The Cat Returns, does it really matter?

They really do want you to want to fuck that cat though.

#12 days of anime #studio ghibli

[thatsmemate]

For the ask meme

• Obviously gotta ask about favourite Gewis headcanons. Can be anything, I just love reading Gewis thoughts. Can either be about your bodyguard AU if or just general stuff, whatever comes to mind first!

• What are your top five circuts and which ones (if any) have you been to?

• Do you have any movie recs for me haha, I'm sick & will spend the next 3 days in bed just watching stuff, so let's hear it

AWWW NONNY please feel better soon!! I'm sending you warm hugs soaked in tea and good thoughts ❤️❤️🌟🌟

1. favorite gewis headcanons

- lewis likes cooking for george and serving him food, sometimes in bed, sometimes in the dining room, sometimes on him, all good places for a meal

- george has a secret lewis merch room. nobody knows where it is, how much stuff is in it, and whether or not it's actually a room and not a rented storage locker. only roscoe knows where it is and frequently naps on the lewis jumpers and pillows (probably unofficial but precious) but that's bc george can never say no to roscoe.

- sometimes lewis lies awake at night and watches george sleep. it helps him fall asleep too, but mostly it's bc it calms him in a way he can never recreate with anything or anyone else.

- george's favorite part of the day is when lewis kisses him when he wakes. lewis is usually up before george, and george loves his morning kisses, most of which he only feels the ghost of while he's deep in sleep still. it pierces through the haze and even in his subconscious, he feels its warmth.

- they both like fun couple things that have to do with puzzles, like riddles or doing Wordle together, or working on jigsaw puzzles, or challenging board games, things like that.

2. top 5 circuits

i am fairly new to F1 so i can only say silverstone bc home race and bc my boyfriend lives in UK and also bc i love the crowd

3. movie recs

these are ones i would watch if i was sick:

- the addams family (1991) the classic, and its sequel ofc

- snowpiercer

- klaus (2019), it's almost christmas! hehe

- kiki's delivery service

- ocean's eight

- daniel sloss' live shows / stand-up acts

sleepover saturday ask meme

#ask #anon #ask game #4463 #thank you for the ask!! i love these silly cute ask games 🌻🌻

[siena-sevenwits]

Thank you for the tag, @allisonreader! I'll do my best.

Last Song: "Morning Person" from Shrek the Musical. I despise Shrek, but there are a couple of good songs from the Broadway version.

Last movie: Mm... Possibly "Kiki's Delivery Service?" I haven't watched much in the way of movies lately.

Currently reading: The Intellectual Life by Sertillange, Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett, Prayer: The Great Conversation by Peter Kreeft, and Principles of Classroom Management by a committee, I suppose.

Currently watching: Mainly Youtube. Lately I've been watching Morgan Donner (historically-inspired costuming,) Ruby Granger (study vlogging and motivation,) How to ADHD (right what it says on the can) Ellen Brock (writing advice), and Knarb Makes (model-making.)

Currently consuming: I had some blueberries and a mug of lemon ginger tea not too long ago.

Currently craving: Wakefulness. :-)

Three ships: While I can enjoy a good fictional romance, I'm not much of a shipper. So let me wilfully misinterpret and tell you three of my favourite sea-going vessels. First, the Crimson Cor, a red-sailed schooner which transported the characters in a collective story some college friends and I created once. Second, HMS Surprise. I confess I haven't read the Aubrey/Maturin novels, but the "Master and Commander" (2004) is part of the marrow of my bones, and I love that ship. Third, the HISPANIOLA from "Treasure Island."

First ship: Um... I don't know how to answer this in either sense of ships. I don't remember. ;-)

If you'd like to participate, consider yourself tagged!

#tag game

[emmacornell]

Yoo!! One, how are ya doing?? Two, fav animated movies (either just to watch or for animation quality) and three, top 5 fav Dragon Ball characters!!

Yo i just woke up 😹 i’m getting my morning coffee as i type this

Favorite animated movies: Ratatouille is probably my favorite Pixar movie ever honestly 💖 it’s a movie i can sit down and watch any time

My big nostalgia comfort movie is The Secret of NIMH tho 💖💖💖💖 I blame that movie for leading me to eventually find out about furries (also can you tell i like rodents 😹)

Oh! And of course I love a good Ghibli movie! The Cat Returns is my absolute favorite Ghibli movie, Kiki’s Delivery Service was the first one i ever saw, Spirited Away used to give me nightmares as a kid but i still loved it, and The Secret World of Arrietty resparked my childhood obsession for stories of “tiny” people like Arthur and the Invisibles (which is another huge favorite of mine but i didn’t include it cause it’s also part live action)

BUT IF WE WANNA TALK ABOUT THE TECHNICAL SIDE OF ANIMATION

INTO👏🏾THE👏🏾SPIDER-VERSE👏🏾

Holy shit that movie is a damn MARVEL its a fucking MASTERPIECE this movie makes my animation loving heart WEEP i saw this movie i kid you not THREE (3) times in theaters and then bought a digital copy the DAY of release i love this movie so much for EVERYTHING it has everything from the style choices to character design to the story and dialogue and oh my god just thinking about the the jump scene breaks me down it’s SO BEAUTIFULLY DONE IM CRYING IN MY COFFEE HELP

Top five Dragon Ball characters! (The only reason Goku isn’t on this list is because he’s special and ranks differently from everyone in my heart)

Raditz 💖💖💖💖 (Surprising right who would’ve guessed 😹) I could go on for way too long about why I love him but just understand this has been a lifelong thing I’m stuck on this guy

Yamcha! I thought he was super cool when I watched og DB as a kid, and I STILL think he’s cool to this day I will fight to defend Yamcha my man just wants to live in peace and play baseball. When I saw Yamcha was on the roster for DBFZ I made it a point to make him one of my mains i love playing Yamcha.

DBS Broly! I love the giant berserker puppy. When the movie was still in theaters i didn’t get the time to see it. I only recently saw it for the first time about a year ago thanks to friends and oh my god did i fall HARD for Broly. Not only that, but i now fully understand the concept of a comfort character, because i learned in the most hilarious way that Broly and that movie deadass calms and relaxes me. (I watched it once and my fitbit thought i was meditating my heart rate was so low i went into full on Zen mode 😹)

Gogeta!! I’m including fusions cause i can. I love Gogeeeee he’s my favorite of the fusions he so fun. SSJ4 Gogeta is especially my favorite because he gets all goofy and bouncy and i love him. He’s another of my mains in DBFZ i love him (my usual winning team in DBFZ is Yamcha SSJ4 Gogeta and Bardock)

Aaaah a fifth is actually hard to decide cause i love almost everyone in Dragon Ball 😭 the four above are just my like absolute go-to characters that i adore lol (there’s really only two db characters i don’t like out of the whole franchise lol)

#if they ever add Raditz to dbfz best believe i’m maining him #my dream dbfz team is Yamcha Raditz and SSJ4 Gogeta #i’ve told friends if he gets added i’m going to start playing competitively #also if you’re curious i don’t like Zamasu and all forms of Buu #Goku Black is fine cause i love body snatcher stories but he’s on thin ice #if Zamasu learned to shut up and stop talking for hours on end i’d like him #we don’t talk about Buu #and i’m sorry that includes Uub