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crusadingcookie · 1 year

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Hey i was wondering if maybe u can do a fic where reader is part of taskforce 141 and most of the time is super focused on the mission and her orders but seems out it it bc its her daughter bday or sum ,and they find out she used to have a family (husband,children the while shabang) but they were murdered or died in a terrorist attack. I just want something really angsty 😭💀

spring daffodils

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Pairing: TF141 & fem!Reader, mentioned Reader x unnamed!Husband

Summary: It’s been years since the tragic death of your husband and daughter at the hands of an enemy target you were tracking at the time. On the day of what would have been your daughter’s birthday, something in a mission causes you to break down in front of the rest of the task force. Or: 3k words of the reader crying and Task Force 141 comforting her

Word Count: 3k

Content Warnings: fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, crying, brief argument with Ghost at the beginning but nothing too bad, Reader was married and had a child, mentions of death (including death of a child), brief mention of blood, Reader has the codename “Tigress”, this is all strictly platonic, Tigress has that widow trauma so no time for romance, no beta we die like Tigress' family, it's for the angst plot guys I swear

A/N: Thank you for the request, I’m sorry this is kinda late but I hope you enjoy it! The ending is a bit meh but I already felt bad with how late this is. I tried to make this as angsty as possible but with some comfort and a bit of fluff at the end.

It was spring when you first met him. You were back home after a long, tiring time of non-stop tours and missions. You decided to take a small break of a couple of months before specialising further in your military career. A new café had opened near your home and you often found yourself there, spending the afternoon in the cosy shop. It was where you first met him. You had just picked up your cup of coffee when something bumped into you from behind, causing your coffee to spill all over the front of your shirt. You turned around, ready to have a word with whoever knocked into you when you were met with a ramble of apologies and promises to buy you a new coffee. Soon you found yourself sitting with the man in a private corner of the café, a hot cup of coffee in front of you and a promise of a new shirt to replace the coffee-stained one. One date quickly turned into two, the both of you enraptured with each other. And after a few years, a golden ring adorned your finger. After a year or so of the two of you being married, your daughter was born. A little human being who brought joy and innocence to your life, who did not know of the true horrors her mum faced to keep people like her safe.

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And it was spring when they died. The trees were starting to bud and the flowers were starting to bloom again. The sky was finally clear after months of grey clouds and cold winds. Mother Earth was once again encouraging and welcoming new life when their light was snuffed out. A bitter irony.

The family of crows which lived in your back garden sat in the branches of the tree overlooking your driveway. Watching as you made your way across the driveway and to the front door, observing like a bad omen. Only for you to discover the bodies of your husband and daughter. Shot dead in the very living room of your own home. It was like a silly game of Cluedo, whodunnit and with what? Except this wasn’t a silly game of Cluedo. You knew exactly who had ordered this to be done.

Their deaths were because of your line of work. A tragic event born from a multitude of failures. The target you were chasing at the time with your old squad had sent out the hit on your family. In a last-ditch attempt to attack your squad in some way. And if he couldn’t get to your squad directly, then he would hurt them indirectly. And that he did. Somehow it got out that you had a family, it shouldn’t have. Someone back at base fucked up because that information should have been strictly secret to prevent these types of situations in the first palace. It should have been redacted behind a big block of black ink on your file. But in the end, your target was the one with the last laugh whilst you were forced to deal with the sight of your husband and daughter murdered in your own home.

Since that day you have thrown yourself into your work. Sinking in an endless ocean of mission after mission, wanting to give up and stop swimming and yet just as the last breath of air leaves your lungs you find yourself breaking the surface yet again. A never-ending cycle of peace until the storm of grief strikes anew.

Without anyone left back home, it was easy to dedicate everything to the military and a few years later you found yourself recruited by no other than Captain John Price himself. This new task force, the 141, was the closest thing to family you had experienced in a long time. And yet, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to tell the boys about them. About your husband and your little girl. A part of you reasoned that there was no need for them to know, what was the point when their fate has already been engraved in stone and nothing can change the outcome of what happened. Or maybe you were just too much of a coward to confront what happened that day.

What you couldn’t ignore was the current date. Its significance is seared into your mind, a constant reminder of what could have been. Of what you have lost. And of course, the task force was assigned a mission on this day of all days. At first, the mission you and the rest of the task force were on was going well. You always prided yourself in being professional and focused when it came to missions. You knew the seriousness of the situation and followed orders given to you.

And then it all went to shit. You were already feeling off the moment you woke up. Not even looking at the small desk calendar to remind yourself of the date. As if you haven’t been counting down the days. Like clockwork, waiting for the guilt and grief to wash over you until the tsunami passed and you waited until another 365 days passed to repeat the process.

You and your team had cleared the abandoned village the enemy had set up base in. You were ordered to search and clear one of the buildings in case there were any enemies in hiding. As you methodically made your way through the house you came across what clearly used to be a child’s room. Toys were strewn about, but what caused you to pause was the sight of a teddy bear dropped at the foot of the bed. Intel had informed you that the village was forced to flee as the enemy forces occupied the area, some resisting and resulting in civilian deaths. Your eyes zeroed in on the blood splatter on one of the teddy’s ears, the fake fur matted with the dried liquid.

“Mum, can I get that teddy pretty pleaasee?”

“Alright sweetie, but only this one okay?”

“Yay thank you! I will name you… hmmm… Sir Stripes!”

You honestly did not remember much after that. The rest of the village was deemed clear and soon you were on the flight back to base. You fought to keep yourself together just for a few more hours until you were back on base and could grieve alone within the confines of your own four walls. Your team watched with concern as you sat, back straight and staring ahead at the hull of the plane.

A hand on your shoulder jolted you out of your memories. You recognised the face of the pilot and it took you embarrassingly long to realise the rest of the team had already disembarked the plane. You mumbled what you hoped was an intelligible apology and made your way over to the locker room. Thankfully the room was empty, you loved your teammates that was without question. But right now, you didn’t think you could make it much longer until you broke down. With practised ease, you stripped yourself of your gear and it seemed you were lucky enough that no one came to find out why you were taking so long. You should have known by now that luck typically doesn’t go your way. Just as you put away the last of your gear a voice from the doorway interrupted you.

“Care to explain what’s up with you today?” With a deep breath, you turned and faced Ghost. Your lieutenant was standing in the doorway of the armoury, already out of his field gear, although he looked just as intimidating in his normal attire.

“I don’t know what you mean, the mission was a success.” You said, attempting to feign ignorance. Of course, Ghost saw through that.

“You were out of it” Ghost replied, his eyes piercing into yours, his sharp gaze never leaving you.

You stayed silent, hoping that he would drop it and let you go so that you could inevitably cry in peace. The two of you stood in silence, staring at each other until Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, looking even more imposing in the doorway.

“Don’t bullshit me Tigress. You were clearly out of it, hell even Soap noticed and you know it takes him long to figure this kind of shit out.”

“The mission was a success, so I don’t see why this is an issue.” You huffed, starting to get irritated at the man’s persistent probing. Any other day you would be happy to know that the infamous Ghost cared. But right now? Right now you just wanted to be left alone. You just wanted to stew in your grief, let the dark thoughts remind you of what happened. You had to keep the walls up. They can’t know how fucked up your life was. How you failed to protect them. You don’t deserve their comfort.

Ghost shifted at the slight tone in your voice. If it wasn’t clear before that something was bothering you, now it definitely was. “It becomes an issue when one of my soldiers is not thinking clearly in enemy territory.”

“Look, Lieutenant, it's getting late, we’re all tired. This won’t happen again.” You sighed, exasperated by both the exhaustion from the mission and the emotional toll it took on you.

You pushed past the man and made your way to the task force’s shared kitchen area. Hoping to get a fresh glass of water and some snacks before your inevitable break down. Of course Ghost, the stubborn man that he is, followed you. He wasn’t done with this situation and in his own way wanted to make sure you were okay so that you wouldn’t be distracted in future missions. You ignored the rest of your team sitting in the room and beelined straight for the kitchen cupboard, taking out an empty glass.

“This isn’t a joke Tigress. One mistake and it can cost you your life out there”

“I know that!” You exclaimed in response to Ghost’s voice, not turning around to face the man who had followed you to the common area.

“Do you? Do you know that? Because today, out there it seemed like one of my soldiers was ready to put her life in danger because she wasn’t aware!”

Ghost waits for an answer but when he gets none he continued, “I can’t have you out there acting as if there is nothing for you to go back to back home”

“Well, there is nothing back home!” You yelled out, setting the glass not so gently on the counter. Immediately you closed your eyes in regret of your outburst.

Ghost faltered for a second, the rest of the team watching you with your back turned to them

You faced the wall, feeling the sting grow stronger in your eyes. You tilted your face up towards the ceiling, hoping it would stave off the tears. The muscles in your jaw tensed as you clenched them in an attempt to keep your composure.

“Tigress?”

You took a deep breath and turned to face your team. They watched as you faced them, your lip quivering as you fought to contain the sobs building in your throat, eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at any second. You rapidly blinked your eyes at the moisture building up in them.

“I’m gonna go to sleep,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Hey, don’t pull away from us, please. Tell us what’s wrong” Gaz was the first one to break the silence, he got up and moved to stand in front of you. “Are you alright?” he asked, stretching his arms out towards you in a silent offering.

At the sound of his gentle voice the walls you so desperately built to shield your own heart broke. And with them your last composure. You sniffled a few times, inhaling the air up through your nose as your face twisted with both the emotional pain and the effort of not breaking down. You shook your head softly at him, words failing you at this moment due to the lump in your throat and the tight coil wrapped in your chest. You practically dove into Gaz’s outstretched arms, allowing yourself for the first time in years to have this comfort. His arms came down to wrap around you and in the safety of his embrace, the first sob escaped from where you tried to bury it down. The tears quickly followed and found their way down your cheeks.

The two of you stood there for what felt like hours, Gaz gently rocking you from side to side. Years of built-up grief and anguish finally escaped from where you had buried those feelings deep within your heart, bubbling up into a series of broken sounds escaping your lips. After a few minutes, your sobs calmed down to a few quiet hiccups and sniffles. Another arm joined to draw comforting circles on your back, you tilted your head from where it was resting against Gaz’s chest to see Soap standing next to you. A warm smile on the Scotman’s face.

“I- um…” you trailed off, your words interrupted by yet another sniffle.

“Take your time lass,” answered Soap

You sent him a watery smile and pulled your sleeves over your hands to wipe at your eyes as well as your running nose. You coughed to clear the croakiness in your voice and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down.

“I had a husband years ago. We were married and even had a little girl together. This was before I joined the task force and everything,” you paused to accept a tissue from Price, you blew out your nose before continuing. “And well, they were both killed because of my involvement in a case. The target we were tracking sent out the hit.”

“Kid, I had no idea.” Price said, taking your used tissue from your hand and replacing it with a clean one. He may deny that he is the dad of the team, but all of you knew he cared for every single one of you.

“I didn’t want any of you to know. I tried putting that shit behind me. Didn’t want to talk about it, so I left it out of my file.” You explained and with a weak laugh you continue, “she would have been eight today. Her dad would always buy her those supermarket cakes, and if I wasn’t home she would insist I get one as well so that I could eat some cake too.”

All of your teammates’ hearts ached seeing how much pain you carried, how long you probably suffered and grieved for their losses without having anyone to comfort you. Never before had they seen you with this much pain in your voice, you were always the one who got the job done on missions. Who seemed like they had their life together and returned on leave to a happy home life.

You looked up after dabbing at your eyes with the tissue to see Price standing in front of you. You didn’t think you had any tears left in you but at the sight of your Captain, the unofficial dad of the team, with his arms out wide offering you a hug and a soft look in his eyes you felt the tears well up once again.

You accepted Price’s hug and you felt the distinct lump in the back of your throat build up again and as much as you tried to will it away, it persisted and soon more sobs were forced from you. The smell of cigars and smoke enveloped you in the warmth of his embrace. Price only pulled you closer to his chest at the sound of your sobs, allowing you to fully bury your face into his shirt, no doubt wetting the fabric with your tears.

Soon Gaz joined you two, tears of his own in his eyes. Price reached up with one of his arms and pulled the younger man in. Soap followed shortly after and finally, you felt gentle yet firm arms enveloping all of you. You looked up to see Ghost, a rare soft look in his eyes and a silent apology for having pushed you for answers earlier.

You felt safe here in the big, warm group hug of your teammates and slowly your sobs dwindled until they completely died down.

“I have some pictures I can show you guys,” you disentangled yourself from the group hug to move to one of the couches and took out your phone, scrolling past pictures of the task force members as well as pictures of your old team. You finally found your favourite picture, it shows your husband and daughter together, a tiger plushie clutched in your daughter’s hands. Your team gathered around as you showed them the picture.

“Wait, is that why?” Soap began to ask and you nodded.

“They were her favourite animal. And when she found out about codenames, she practically insisted on that being my codename”

“So like a secret spy!”

“Yes sweetie, it’s a secret spy name”

“Can you choose your own?”

“We can, or it’s a nickname given to us by our friends”

“Ooo how about Tiger? No! Tigress!”

“That’s an amazing idea, honey”

You took a moment to stare at the picture, smiling at how happy they both looked in it. Your hand which held the crumpled tissue reached up to lightly dab at the tears welling up in your eyes again. You accepted another tissue from Ghost this time, where he got them from you had no idea but you were grateful for it anyways.

The rest of the evening was spent with all of you sharing various stories from over the years. Tucked in between your teammates, tired from the emotional day, you felt a sense of home. Something which you hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

#female reader #cod mw2 x reader #reader insert #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod x reader #taskforce 141 x reader #141 x reader #angst #fluff #taskforce 141 #cod ghost #cod soap #let me know if there are any mistakes #thank you and i hope you enjoy

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vernal-redblades · 5 months

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The Syndicate Districts: Fealty Listings

Coalition of the Sky Heartbeat; Blood (Arc 1, Book 1)

Population: 31 members

MATRIARCHS;

Cobalt Moonflower -- she/her

Leopard Pineforest -- she/her

Pine Wildpaw -- she/her ↳ Falcon Wildpaw -- she/her, it/its

PRACTITIONERS;

Goose Moonflower -- he/him, they/them, she/her ↳ Cinders Snakefang -- she/her

Rowan Cloudstar -- they/them

LOREKEEPER;

Shark Firetail -- he/him, she/her

ARTISANS;

Mule Pineforest-Firetail -- he/him ↳ Sorrel Snakefang -- she/her, vine/vineself

Magpie Cloudstar -- he/him, they/them ↳ Swift Thistleflower -- they/them, xe/xer

Fern Pineforest -- he/him/his

CUISINIERS;

Sky Cloudstar -- he/him, she/her

Dark Thistleflower -- she/her, they/them

COURSERS;

Rook Firetail -- he/him

Daisy Firetail -- they/them, xe/xer ↳ Crow Wildpaw -- he/him

Thunder Wildpaw-Snakefang -- he/him, they/them

Lynx Thistleflower -- she/her ↳ Smoke Thistleflower -- he/him

COMBATANTS;

Tigress Snakefang -- she/her

Honey Thistleflower -- she/her ↳ Russet Cloudstar -- he/him

Claw Cloudstar -- she/her ↳ Hawk Wildpaw -- he/him

Frost Snakefang-Jay -- she/her

Bone Pineforest -- he/him ↳ Thorn Thistleflower -- he/him

DEN-PARENTS;

Volcano Thistleflower -- he/him, they/them

Lion Snakefang -- she/her, gold/goldself

#vrb: fealty listing #vrb: coalition of the sky #vrb: heartbeat; blood #vernal redblades #warrior cats #xenomoggy

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kotopeachii · 1 month

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ok i have a question about ur the crows nest ocs! what are there code names? do they even have any? or does akechi think they're too cool for code names and doesnt use them?

anon.......... i owe you..... everything

their metaverse designs are complete by now and i have yet to draw all of them, but i don't think sharing their code names is too much of a spoiler... besides, it might give you some ideas as to what they look like ;)

akechi does give them all code names, but unlike the disorganized word association game the phantom thieves play when it comes to it, akechi picks them all himself. because of course he does.

starting off, lysander's code name is lisa. it was simply an accident at first, with akechi loudly shouting out "LYSAAAAAAA-" in the middle of a shadow confrontation whilst panicking, and it just stuck. he's little lisa

roxy's code name is valkyrie, and she insisted on naming herself tigress but bunki mentioned her making a fursona and she turned so red that not even wyoming could compete.

speaking of bunki, his code name is bard. he was pretty cool with it. in fact, he was so cool with it that he started composing his own theme tune for himself. akechi regrets it to this day.

kiyoe is called cherub. she was very honored to receive that alias because of how high-status it sounds, but she doesn't know akechi picked it because she looks like a baby.

etsumi is rose. no complaints there. no complaints ever...

and chifuyu's is sand. why sand? because he turns akechi's wallet into a wasteland desert.

#akechi bullies his teammates and they bully him right back. they're everything #persona 5 #the crows nest au #goro akechi #oc: lysander #oc: roxy okanoue #oc: bunki kuboyama #oc: chifuyu oishi #oc: kiyoe hino #oc: etsumi fukunaga #koto.txt

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authoralexharvey · 1 year

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Know You Better Tag

Apparently, lots of people want to know me better, so.... *deep breath* I was tagged by: @isabellebissonrouthier, @aether-wasteland-s, @saintedseraph, @andromedaexists, @writernopal, @red-pen-ally, and @amewinterswriting. Thank you all so very, very much.

Three Ships: Caleb and Essek (Critical Role), Barry and Lup (TAZ), Princess Bubblegum and Marceline (Adventure Time)

First Ship: Probs Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda. That's the first one I can remember.

Last Song: No Resolution - Seether. Been listening to a lot of them, lately.

Last Movie: The Cable Guy

Currently Reading: Cavernous (beta for @kjscottwrites), some shitty monster erotica I can't remember the name of, The Sorceress and the Incubus by @menagerie-of-monsters, and Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson. Kicking around Six of Crows and Sherlock Entangled somewhere in there too.

Currently Watching: Some lofi Pomodoro thing. Last actual show I watched was Kitchen Nightmares.

Currently Consuming: Nothing but earlier I had mac and cheese and it slapped.

Currently Craving: Some tea but I'm lazy and it's windy and I don't want the power to go out lol

Tagging: @vcaudley, @monstrouswrites, @redotter, @ashen-crest, and @cwritesfiction. Sorry if you've been tagged for this before, I lost all sense of who has and hasn't done this so...

#tag games #writeblr #alex has the floor

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rueitae · 1 year

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Season 2, Episode 2 the hot rocks of Rio caper (Pt 2) for @csweekly

I love this episode (she says every week)

This is the first time we see Shadowsan acting, knowing he’s acting, and its so interesting to see. Because during the part where he’s REaLLY acting, he sells it. When he’s crowing about how much he’s hurt Carmen, he HAMS it up so that Carmen knows without a shadow of doubt that he IS acting, and this is just what he’s been doing for her all these years. AND CARMEN IS SO FUNNY SHE ALMOST DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO SHE’S NOT USED TO WORKING WITH SOMEONE IN THE FIELD THIS WAY. She’s usually the one calling the shots, not having to bounce off of someone else’s lead. (See also Duke of Vermeer caper)

Also Le Chevre is so funny here he’s so onto Shadowsan. He deserves it after stealing that ball from those kids, not sorry.

The way the Faculty all realize at the same time that Shadowsan’s betrayed them. They don’t have concrete proof yet but they just Know. Also Brunt is the only one who doesn’t understand the possible betrayal because again, family. Cleo straight up doesn’t allow that conversation to go further because they don’t CARE. Its like they just ignore Brunt and let her live in this little family fantasy. Also ‘after we welcomed him the way we did’ yeah Brunt, welcomed him after you had him kill Dexter oanognasg its all so screwed up I love it.

I also love how they think Carmen is allied with ACME somehow.

Carmen and Shadowsan both hide their red objects inside trash cans. Carmen her coat and Shadowsan the siblings LOL Congratulations Shadowsan, you went from father of one to father of four within a twelve hour period.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE PART OF THE EPISODE. Zack and Ivy meet Shadowsan. 1. They do NOT recognize him as the guy who jumped them. 2. They know EXACTLY who he is, meaning that Carmen has told them EVERYTHING in a very VENTING fashion. (give me those late night slumber party chats PLEASE) 3. PROTECTIVE IVY 4. Zack’s new dad

RIP Chase he got demoted to office work. Okay but in scenes like this, I can’t help but think he and Carmen would really get along because Carmen too would hate paperwork. To Chase’s credit, he sticks around longer than Carmen would.

The horrified look on Shadowsan’s face when he sees Player LOL. They get younger and younger. Also, the fact that she calls him her secret weapon kills me because its true and the secret never gets uncovered haha. Its heartwarming to see how highly she values him.

I’ve ridden on a duck boat its pretty sweet.

Awww Carmen is SO excited to be running this caper with Shadowsan and he isn’t having it.

This plan by VILE is actually pretty clever. Even without the hint from El Topo I bet team Carmen would have figured it out though.

I like how Carmen uses Tigress’s own strategy against her, distracting with sand/rubble to the face. Appropriate since the tables have turned. Tigress thought she was Shadowsan’s favorite student, but it was Carmen all along.

Also Shadowsan does not break a sweat.

Carmen’s little smile when she sees what the siblings have found for a disguise. She is SUCH an enabler. I’m gonna emphasize this point next episode with my favorite example.

Aww even Shadowsan approves of the team effort!

Brunt destroying everything in the background. A+ comedy.

BLACK SHEEP INC

So, let me express my appreciation for what the show does. Shadowsan could have left on his own all mysterious like and teamed up with Carmen every now and then. But no. They let Shadowsan and Carmen have a heart to heart, and Shadowsan RESPECTS Carmen so much that he not only listens to her after the caper, but he accepts her offer to travel and join her, telling her how much he is grateful for her example in his life. She saved him. This is mindblowingly big and such a cool character arc for a mentor character. He joins the family literally this time, and we get him (begrudgingly at times) bonding with all of them. And I am so grateful this is the route the show chose to take.

Argh. The way Shadowsan tips around the truth about Argentina. The way his face contorts in pain over keeping this a secret from her after she JUST said no secrets. I LOVE rewatching this show.

I do love the cool detail that Zack and Ivy are already gone by the time Carmen and Shadowsan are making their getaway. The siblings are used to blending in as civilians.

The LOOK on poor Julia’s face when her entire world gets SHATTERED. Carmen is giving her zero favors to help her case.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly #cs liveblog

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phoenixdaneko · 5 months

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My Mutuals (Pt. 1)

My Crow 🖤💛🖤, My husband, the loml, Nevada <3, Nev <3, My Rockstar <3 (may change later)

Asphyr <3 (may change later)

Hala <3 (may change later)

Jorja <3 (may change later)

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Thena <3 (may change later)

Jin <3 (may change later)

Lex <3, Kris <3 (may change later)

Kazachi <3 (may change later)

Stanley <3, My Dear Son <3 (may change later)

Juno <3, Ink <3 (may change later)

Cody <3 (may change later)

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J <3 (may change later)

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Moon <3, Sini <3 (may change later)

Duck <3 (may change later)

Bloos <3 (may change later)

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June <3 (may change later)

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Freak <3 (may change later)

Edi <3 (may change later)

Eva <3 (may change later)

Jas <3 (may change later)

Fern <3 (may change later)

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 2 years

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NSSAU. “We really need to keep a better eye on the time…” Ladybug grimaced, eying the watch on her yo-yo. “That’s what coffee is for.” Tigress snickered, getting to her feet. “Have a good night. Try not to burn down the city.” Marinette chirped. “Same to you. Good luck smooching your bff.” Tigress crowed. “I told you that in confidence!” Marinette squawked. “And that was your first mistake!” Juleka grinned as she vanished. “One of these days tigress…” Ladybug grumbled good naturedly.

Dawh

#not so scattered au

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theimpossiblescheme · 2 years

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All Grief To Refrain

(There isn't nearly enough Cat Morgan content in this fandom, and I wanted to shower some love on another one of my OCs, so here's this little ficlet to kill two birds with one stone! Moribuckles belongs to @0zzysaurus, Mermoggie belongs to @sillybub, and the other OCs belong to myself--hope you enjoy it!)

The summer solstice saw the blood of sailors across the country invigorated by a glorious sun and promising winds. The air at the docks grew thick with hot breath, rumbling chatter, and creaking hulls as they all rushed to and fro, heaving their cargo alongside them and stomping their boots as they stumbled to catch up with their fellows and swap gossip about their voyages both past and future. With all the hustle and bustle, it always took a few hours for all the people to clear off.

Then the real celebrations could begin—what Mistoffelees looked forward to every year, almost as much as the Jellicle Ball.

His father was always the first to arrive; Cat Morgan and the Tigress were still inseparable, even after years of retirement. He would wave from the bow of the ship before bounding down the gangplank and nuzzling every inch of his face. “We’ve still got a few hours to ourselves,” he would say, finally drawing back, but laying his tail around Misto’s shoulder. “Let’s see if we can’t spot any old faces, eh?” And the two of them would weave in and out of the shadows and between people’s legs, observing all the humans as they came and went. At every familiar figure, Morgan would point them out and go off on a rambling tangent about all the times they’d run into each other; the stories would collide and blur together so much that Misto couldn’t tell where one began and one ended. Eventually they would run into Moribuckles from the Belfast, his crewman’s hat perched jauntily on his head as always, followed by Caligola the dockmaster's cat sporting a new eyepatch over his missing right eye. And the three old toms would laugh and joke together and expand on each other’s stories so that the verbal tangle only got thicker. But Misto let them talk—the sound comforted him. And he would laugh and smile along and never mind too much when Caligola jabbed him in the shoulder too hard.

Round about sunset, when all the humans had disappeared, the cats began to arrive. Avrilline and Lillie were always first, and after she was done hugging Morgan to within an inch of his life, Lillie would glue herself to Misto’s side and beg for stories. She seldom made it out to the Junkyard between her mother’s shows, and she wanted to know all about his latest magic tricks and how Tugger and Victoria was doing and if Cass still missed her and… after Misto cast a look up at Morgan, the old tom would laugh and tell him and “little greycat” to run along and have fun while he and Avrilline talked.

A sudden yell from the crow’s nest of the Lorelei heralded the arrival of Mermoggie, and Lillie would suddenly interrupt her chatter to perk up her ears. Misto was never far behind in greeting her, barely getting a word in edgewise (and grinning ear to ear the whole time) as Lillie begged with stars in her eyes for another set of stories. Mermoggie just laughed and playfully scratched her ears with one paw, hefting a net full of crabs and oysters over her impressive shoulders with the other. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later, darlin’,” she’d say before recruiting Misto’s help in distributing supper.

When the shells were all discarded and the sweet smells seasoned the air, another call would ring up from the Columbina, and Ruffiana and her shipmates would disembark. Ruffiana would slot herself between Mermoggie and Moribuckles and demand to know what the old “sea poms” had been doing with themselves. Linotta would gossip with Lillie and blushingly ask for news of Gilbert. And Olivier would snuggle under Misto’s arm and beg to see a trick. Of course, Misto always obliged—nothing too fancy or frightening, just a few small bursts of fireworks. And when the sparks had faded and the applause had died, then the evening began in earnest. Everyone tucked into their meals with gusto, and everyone had a yarn to spin between helpings. Ruffiana and Avrilline’s performances, Mermoggie and Moribuckles’ voyages, Linotta and Lillie’s adventures, Morgan and Caligola’s reminiscences, Olivier’s excited questions… and most of the time Misto was simply content to listen. Once in a while, though, somebody would urge him not to be shy—“you can’t tell me it’s so boring there’s nothing to report,” Ruffiana would chuckle—and Misto would share the latest goings on in the Junkyard. Lillie and Linotta always asked about the Jellicle Ball, and if they hadn’t tired themselves out yet Misto would get up and show off what he could remember of dancing under the Jellicle Moon. Even if the steps weren’t exact, they always thrilled his friends, and even in the darkening cold he felt warmer and brighter for it. As the evening wore on, more cats would trickle in from ships he didn’t recognize, and there were always room and oysters for the weary travelers. At some point, Morgan would even start up a song to keep everyone’s spirits up, and their tiny corner of the docks fairly glowed with their voices.

Above them, the sky would turn from orange to pink, from pink to purple, and purple to a final velvety black. As everyone noticed, the talk and laughter would grow quiet, and all eyes would turn to the stars. There was a collective holding of breath, and Misto would feel his father’s trembling paw on his shoulder. As the cats all watched, the stars seemed to shimmer even brighter and whirl around each other’s orbits like the world’s most majestic Conjuring Turn before congealing into a single white line across the sky. The line traced all the way down to the horizon, a dazzling seam ripping open to split the sky in two… and out of this seam, as if from the edges of the cosmos, came another ship. Moldering and ancient, ridden with barnacles and dripping with weeds and slime, a derelict ruin clinging desperately to some remnant of a soul. With audible effort, it sailed into port and dropped its rotting anchor, and a single figure made its way down to dry land. A tall, silver-furred queen except for two heart-shaped rings of midnight black highlighting her face and chest.

And the brightest eyes of any cat alive, in a familiar pattern of blue and gold.

Misto’s own eyes always stung as he got up to greet his mother. Undine looked close to crying herself as she embraced him, purring and nuzzling at his ears the way she hadn’t been able to all year. The way she never quite could in a dream. Everyone else cheered and rose to welcome her home, but Undine would float past all of them to reach her mate. And Morgan would cling to her like she might disappear again if he let go, rocking them back and forth and whispering how much he’d missed her. Even after Undine settled in amongst the company and began to share her own tales from the worlds between, Morgan stayed at her side, one paw enclosed in hers. She would set sail again in the morning, and her ghostly vessel would keep them apart for another year. But for now, for this moment, they were a whole family again. And when Undine’s voice lifted this time for a song, Misto sang the harmony like he’d known it all his life, and all gathered friends and companions joined them in the chorus.

#This is what comes of listening to a long classical music playlist punctuated with Hans Zimmer and 'Here's a Health to the Company'. XD #cats the musical #mistoffelees #cat morgan #OCs #fanfic

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sparklywolfcycle · 2 years

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I would love some help picking out Marauders Era patronuses or Animagus

That’s not sarcasm, validation please. I’ll be happy to have some opinions

Its a poll, just say what you think fits best

Notes:

-credit to moldycrustyvoldy (Only Mine Not Yours) who had Dorcas’ as a dragon (and also Marlene as a Tigress)

-getting the information from fantasytopics.com so credit to them

-I didn’t come up with Barty as a crow, Regulus’ various options, or Barty as a swan as those are popular (don’t know exact origin

-Marauders aren’t changing and not on the list since the characters are recognized in the fandom by their Animagus/Patronuses and characters are too ingrained in that to change

-Probably sticking with Lily as a doe but I felt like exploring her options anyway

I’ll shut up and get to the list

DORCAS~DRAGON, ORCA, CHEETAH

-Dragon: powerful, leader, inspires respect and fear in opponents, requires talent

-Orca: a brave leader who isn’t afraid to stand up for beliefs, excellent communication

-Cheetah: fiery and confident, would do anything for their lifelong close friends, independent, common Slytherin patronus

-I picked out Cheetah for Marlene before I realized it sounded a lot like Dorcas

-She would probably have a large, powerful patronus

PANDORA-BLACK BEAR, DOLPHIN, RED SQUIRREL, RUSSIAN BLUE CAT, THESTRAL, TORTOISESHELL CAT, WOOD MOUSE, BROWN HARE, WHITE MARE, SALMON

-Black Bear: gentle, clever, free-spirited, protective, able to adapt

-Dolphin: intelligent, people-oriented, lovable, social, caring, graceful

-Red Squirrel: Curious, unique, caring, excellent at communicating, fierce when there’s danger

-Russian Blue Cat: harmony, peace, life, light, enjoy simple things, caring, intelligent, emotionally aware

-Thestral: Powerful, gentle, and kind

-Tortoiseshell Cat: wise, protective and loyal

-wood mouse: easy-going, brillant, and wise, fights back when provoked

-Brown Hare: underestimated, poised, intelligent, patient

-White Mare: caring, free-spirited, fighter, looks out for people, protective

-Salmon: resilient, wise, driven, good instincts

-I literally don’t know what to pick for Pandora if that wasn’t obvious

BARTY~CROW, PEACOCK, MARSH HARRIER

-Crow: cunning, crafty, misunderstood, intelligent, outside thinkers, dependable, social, protective, and has an eye for detail and dangers most others wouldn’t be aware of

-Peacock: show offs, prideful patronuses who try to intimidate any potential threats, easily irritated and good friends keep them in control, but they can keep calm when the time calls for it.

-Marsh Harrier: witty, intelligent, think outside the box, creative, sneaky, can get themselves out of sticky situations

-I’m willing to guess Barty’s would change to Evan’s but it could be either way

-Crow makes sense but Peacock is funnier when I imagine not evil Barty trying to intimidate bad guys and strutting to attack

-Also his reaction and nicknames from the Slytherin Skittles

-But as a crow he could caw at bad guys for fun and it would blend in better

MARLENE~HIPPOGRIFF, LIONESS, HYENA

-Hippogriff: very powerful and dangerous, they have a loving side to the passionate and fierce personality; highly regarded by many.

-Lioness: confident in choices and themselves, protective

-Hyena: they are clever, creative, protective, and loyal, with a great sense of humor

-no clue which patronus would change between her and Dorcas

LILY~DOE, GREAT GREY OWL, CHESTNUT MARE

-Doe: love and protects whoever they love no matter the cost

-Great Grey Owl: excellent at listening, adaptive, strong morals, high standards, fiery when provoked, dominant personality

-Chestnut Mare: headstrong, passionate, adventurous, fiery, protective

-Probably going to stick with doe but I thought these were also interesting

-Morph to Mary later or vice versa

MARY~CHESTNUT MARE, SPHYNX CAT, ST BERNARD

-Chestnut Mare: headstrong, passionate, adventurous, fiery, protective

-Sphynx Cat: friendly, loving, loyal, energetic, very protective

-St. Bernard: sweet, protective, loyal, resilient, strong

-Mary being a Mare is almost enough to pick that

EVAN~WHITE SWAN, BROWN OWL, BLACK SWAN, KINGFISHER

-white swan: graceful, beautiful, loyal, protective

-Brown Owl: brilliant, wise, visionary, guardian, quick-wit, devoted to one partner they pick

-Black Swan: loyal, protective, caring, empathetic, open-minded

-Kingfisher: confident, stunning, value the opinions of others, ambitious, hard-worker

-him and Barty are birds

REGULUS-FOX, EAGLE OWL, GOSHAWK

-Fox: cunning, ambitious, intelligent

-Eagle Owl: Introvert/Loner with close knit friend group they would go to the end of the earths for, fast, agile has magical healing abilities that make feathers useful in potions

-Goshawk: ambitious/driven, observant, wise and intelligent, sneaky(?)

-maybe a cat but he’s all over the board

-his would change to a stag later

FRANK~ROTTWEILER, DEERHOUND, HUSKY, CAPUCHIN MONKEY

-Rottweiler: confident, gentle, kind, seen as more aggressive when you’re not, protect you no matter what, devoted to a few carefully picked people

-Deerhound: hard-worker, ambitious, loyal, determined, endurance

-Husky: emotionally aware, good coping, humble, intelligent, affectionate, loving, go to ends of the earth to protect

-Capuchin Monkey: brillant, value loyalty and friendship, reliable

-Mostly dog vibes

ALICE~ROBIN, CALICO CAT

-Robin: cheerful, friendly/welcoming, kind, protect loved ones at any cost

-Calico Cat: lovable and loving, sweet, quirky, independent, observant, unique