#all cats are a little stinky and weird I have had cats all of my life I am not genuinely condemning my cats i am being silly please lol

[icewindandboringhorror]

........creachure

#cats #his eyes are always so big and weird he no longer looks like a cat anymore sometimes.. in a way... #it's hard to understand.. complicated vibes on this boy #his summer sprawl (laying flopped out on the floor weird because of the heat) #I AM still trying to get some costumes done and also post another poll advtnure so I can finally finish it lol #the weather this month has just been soooo.... There was the heat wave and then after like 2 days of coolenss where I was like 'ah! finally #I can be productiv!' but just as soon as I had recovered from the heat.. it got hot again ghhhh #currently sweating inside. I actually had to leave my doctors appointment early today because I was just so so warm from #sitting in the car and the fac tthat half the buildings still do not have their air up very high and etc. and I felt so nausous #and flushed and started to get back and stomach pains for some reason.. Which I guess is good in a way to further confirm to doctors that #I Have Something Wrong With Me lol (most normal people should not be this heat sensitive I think) but is also still a little stinky #because I still payed a copay for the fulla appointment time but cit it short by leaving 15minues early.. grrr #ANYWAY. It seems like recently it's just hot all the time but it will ocasionally tempt you with a cool day of reprieve BUT don't let your #guard down! because as soon as you start to think 'hey things are getting better! :0' the sun will be like NO actualy. scalding temperature #be upon ye.. #Which of COURSE. I would rather have hot weather with little breaks in between than just constant hot weather. 100% definitely. #but it just always makes me sad because I get my hopes up lol.. JUST as I've recovered from the past heat and am So Ready To Start #On All My Things now That I'm Not As Sick And Hey Maybe It's Even Cool Enough To Do A Costume! .. my hopes are dashed #.. woe and so on and so forth. . Which I am stil managing to get a few things done but just.. not the things I really WANT to do (costumes. #sculptures. edit videos. etc. ). #anyway.. look at son.. If nothing else I still have lots of cat photos.. my sole productivity offerings to the internet online world

[amusingmusie]

On the note of Nel burning soup (Girl how 😭) are there any skills that Nel has/absolutely does not have that haven't come up yet? Hobbies, too. She can read, shoot, and banter like nobody's business -- but does she have any weird or secret skills lol? Ones that make people think "How and why do you know how to do that?"

Or are there any critical role failures? Such an abysmal lack of skill at something that she could get banned from a place for even making an attempt (cooking in the kitchen, singing karaoke, shopping at Walmart, etc.).

And finally, Al might not be a pet person, but what about Nel and Grace? Do they like animals? Any in particular (cats, dogs, a secret third option)?

Sorry for all the questions. I absolutely love Yours Truly! Your writing is amazing, and the character dynamics are immaculate! Nel has so much personality to her, and I love both Grace and Marie with all my heart. Shout out to the stinky deer loser, too, of course.

Oooooo this is FUN!

Secret or unusual talents? Let’s see…I’d say writing. It’s not unusual but it is a little secret since she doesn’t dabble in it much. Nel reads a fair amount and grew up with her nose in a book when she wasn’t battling swamp creatures (now she battles a different kind of swamp creature as an adult lmao), so she’s had years to absorb literature. Specifically, she’d be baller at writing overly flowery and romantic poetry. Will she do it? Only in private and she’d never willingly show anyone.

Critical failures? Intentional comedy 100%. Nel is hilarious when she doesn’t mean to be. She is the reluctant straight man of her and Alastor’s weird little comedic duo. The second she attempts to be funny it falls abysmally flat, like Dee’s standup comedy routine in IASIP levels of bad. Don’t ask her to tell you a joke. Please don’t do it.

Animals! Both of the girls like animals. Grace especially LOVES cats and her dream is to get a Persian kitty. Nel enjoys most animals casually but I think she’d be a really cool bird mom. Her curly ass hair is perfect for a parakeet or dove to sit in while she works. The reason they don’t have any pets is because their father was very anti-pet. He was a hardass that didn’t want to worry about animals in such a shitty economy. Even though he’s been gone for several years, his memory still weighs pretty heavily on both of the Sheridan girls so they haven’t gotten around to getting a pet. Maybe one day.

That got dark at the end. Oopsie!

#my asks #I’m trying to catch up on asks atm so I’m sorry if yours has been sitting for a while! #life is trying to kill me atm #the woes of academia

[ceasarslegion]

Im thinking of keira again oh no

She was so incredibly smart that she stopped fighting us on taking her painkillers when she realized that her joints would stop hurting if she ate the weird pill in her dinner too instead of spitting it out

And one time she ate an entire box of 24 wax candles after meticulously opening the box they came in, and then somehow put the box back on the counter as if we wouldnt notice the CANDLES WERE GONE

She was trained incredibly well, never barked unless something startled her or she was telling someone to knock it off, was very gentle with everybody, even let little toddlers win tug of war with her (when she was a viciously powerful tugger who refused to lose with the grown ups). She even had her own little language. There was distinct difference in her playing growls and her angry or warning growls. She would play bite while wrestling but would never bite down, just a little hold in her mouth. If she bit by accident at all she would stop immediately and lick you all over the place she bit by mistake to say sorry, and we taught her the phrase "im sorry" for when we accidentally bumped into or stepped on her so she never took it personally and would go right back to sunbathing instead of looking at you with betrayal. She also liked to go with my little sister to play so that she could protect her, only to end up stealing the neighbourhood kids tennis balls and bringing them home because they were her favourite ball to play fetch with. Thief! Thief!

She loved the smell of babies and would poke her snoot into strollers to go sniffsniffsniff at them, and then would like to make them laugh by licking their little faces.

She also loved water so much, because she was a lab. We never had any trouble bathing her because she heard the shower go and would perk up like "for me??? Water for me????? Bath time???? :D" and jump right in. I used to take her out to the beach that was right where we lived in abu dhabi to go swimming together. She loved to run in the sand and jump in the water with all my high school friends and i. And then we would towel dry her as best we could and let her lay on her beach towel with her toys while we uh, totally legally drank at the correct age to do so and generally did high school boy things.

She loved cats. Absolutely adored cats. She played nicely with them and always wanted to be friends. The neighbourhood strays did not appreciate this as much. Many times happened where she approached a stray with "play? Friend??" dog body language, only to get hissed at and then look at me with big sad eyes like "why wont it be my friend? 🥺" she hated other dogs though. She never ever liked other dogs. We think something may have happened with another dog before we got her. She had this best friend in a neighbourhood stray who always came to visit our backyard and would like, politely sit there like it was asking if keira could come out and play. Keira would always run up to wherever we were with her tail wagging and lead us to the yard where the cat was sitting. They played so nicely together, theyd usually take turns chasing each other in circles and then lay down together when they got tuckered out.

Obviously i walked her on a leash but she never needed one, she would never stray out of our sight. She also loved stuffed animals, just to cuddle with. She had the giant ikea dog that she carried around with her everywhere and it got so stinky with dog drool that whenever we washed it she would sit in front of the washer and dryer and pout for the rest of the day. It was her favourite toy and definitely a comfort object. Every other toy she destroyed on sight in typical labrador fashion, but not stuffed animals.

She also had her chair. It was a black leather recliner that was her chair. She always hopped on it and curled up and took naps on it. She loved her chair, it was her main spot and came with us throughout every move we made with her because she loved it so much. It was the perfect proportion for a dog of her size to curl up in the seat of and rest her head on the arm of like a pillow. My parents said they couldnt bring themselves to get rid of keiras chair until nearly a year after we had to put her down

She had such a rich life for a pup that started as a rescue from an abusive owner. She saw multiple continents and multiple countries, made so many new friends, explored more of the world with her nose than most humans do in their lifetimes, and made so many fun memories.

I couldnt be there when she died. I was in my last year of uni about to graduate on the other side of the world. I kinda knew it was coming though, thats why i took a video of the last walk i took her on before i flew back to toronto that semester. You dont spend 16 years growing up alongside a dog without kinda knowing intuitively when these things are about to happen. I miss her a lot though, and i wanna get a tattoo of a black lab swimming at some point because of how much she loved to swim.

She was the best dog i ever could have grown up with, and no other will ever compare to her or replace her for me. I hope one day i'll be healed enough to take another pup into my life, but im still in the process of moving on from her. Its been a really long and arduous grief period that i feel isnt gonna let up for a while yet.

#ramblings

[blubushie]

Ok this is like probably a really weird thing to receive but

My loser cat has been diagnosed with asthma, not a big deal cause i know how to look after him, but the little SHIT decided to have the asthma attack that got him diagnosed AT MIDNIGHT ON A SUNDAY cause he's a COMPLETE NOBBER so I'm sending a photograph of him to your ask box so you can bully him for being stinky and making vet bills expensive by having problems out of hours.

He's really smelly all the time, like if swampass was a cat it'd look like him, so I mentioned that at the vets too and they said he just smells bad naturally which I think is hilarious

I'm teasing him because he smells not because he had a medical energency

Oooooo dumb smelly swamp cat oooooo you're so stinky oooooo have a bath ooooooo cunt you need one

#blu whos

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

I am reviewing my first sacrifice for consumption, ‘Woof! Woof! Bork! Nya?’ By our very own, @zane-romeave (I do believe, correct me if I tagged the wrong person lmao)

A warning from the author themselves on discord: ‘I didn’t know how to write romance so this is mostly the setup to a highschool political drama’

And the summary on the website that shan’t be named because ew stinky (/j, it’s Wattpad):

‘Kai and Ein are seniors attending Phoenix Drop High. Although neither wants to admit it, they’ve grown quite partial to each other. But, Kai’s a Meif’wa and Ein’s a werewolf. Cats and dogs should hate eachother, right?’

Kien? Kain? Is that’s the ship name? Idk I’ll shut up now

Now onto the actual review (and further summarising from myself):

It starts in Ein’s perspective, him talking about how much Phoenix Drop sucks in comparison to his old highschool (appropriately named ‘Remus Amademy’), for all the reasons that Ein would of course think something sucks. There’s a lack of paragraphs per speaker but because of the way the dialogue is written it’s easy enough to figure out who it is talking (and by that I mean they literally say it right after the dialogue. Ein begins to complain about having to be shown around by Kai because that’s what Orientation is for (in England we call it something else so sorry if that’s the wrong word). At the end of the day, Kai gives Ein his phone number, and the chapter ends Kai’s perspective, wondering what Ein is hiding.

A good start. Gotta love Kai’s phone number being 987-654-3210. There’s an introduction of two relationships (Aphmau and Kai’s with Ein), a little preview of Ein’s violent tendencies, and some mystery sprinkled in, overall setting up well for a story.

Chapter two starts with Kai looking out for Ein (stalking, but with good intention). And then him explaining some social shit, like werewolves and Meif’wa not typically being seen to hang around each other a lot, to the point where people find it strange when they do. We also meet one of Kai’s friends that I will call Chess because I think it’s funny. Then we find out he has Chemistry with Ein, and Kai wonders why no one seems fond of the guy. We know. He doesn’t.

We appreciate Kai having his own friends here in this house. Because I swear he doesn’t in canon PDH?? Idk. Appreciate the building up of the social dynamic between werewolves and Meif’wa, though, introducing an issue that may come from them being friends. Also, paragraphs for speakers begins. Negatives points for the unironic use of the word bro.

This chapter is Ein’s POV. He meets Leo (otherwise referred to as Lunar) who is kind of an ass. Kai is a sweaty little shrimp, Ein thinks that’s grim. Some dude throws up.

It was a fun chapter, albeit short. Poor Quintara, whoever he may be, and I have known Leo for all of three seconds and I am already expecting to dislike him.

Kai’s POV this time, giving us a little idea for how long he and Ein have known eachother thus far. 2 weeks. Kai is thriving in the makeup remover brand ‘school air’ and his only stress is that Leo wants him to be Saber, though thankfully the only move they’d made regarding this was sending Chess to tell him. We get some saber lore, Ein eats gummy bears in a chem lab, Kai mocks him for fearing the gummy flames as it is dropped into the molten potassium chloride. Someone and their buddy Carlos have a weird plan including pictures. Creeps.

I actually appreciated the saber lore. Idk if it’s included in canon but if it was I didn’t remember it. Thanks. And more drama, we love drama, we want drama, drama was had. Lovely. Also, Ein not obeying lad safety rules makes a lot of sense.

The final chapter, the end to it all, ‘Love, lies and fanfics’. We get Ein’s POV. He thinks he’s being stalked. Chess proves himself not to be a ‘lapdog’ like Kai suggested by saying he calls Leo ‘Lunar’ to piss him off because Leo is a racist cunt. Chess also writes fluff au fics, absolute icon. He especially likes non-violent tsunderes and megane pairings, even going on to explain the two tropes. Ein begins to think he can manipulate Chess, and then we get some more things to do with that person and Carlos. Carlos is airing them. Rude.

A cliffhanger, oh no. And it’s the end of it so far, but it’s been a fun while. We love Chess in this house, chess is an icon, Ein needs to back off. Negative points for getting me hooked on something with only five chapters, asshole /j

#I never said my reviews would be professional. #this is fun I like the set up #if there are similar fics in the world I would like to consume them please and thank you #also I don’t give the titles much credit in this but they’re great #‘That one chapter where no one really knows what’s going on’ #‘Science bros’ #‘Gym class. sweat and other bodily fluids’ #‘a werewolf’s guide to Meif’wa and gummy bears’ #and of course. ‘love lies and fanfic’ #aphmau #aphverse #rewrite #aphblr #mystreet

[lestappensworld]

Did you know that I had to open this post in my phone browser to be able to copy the text @cupidskissx lmao 🥲😂 also I adore you wanting to know me better, when I feel like you can basically answer all these questions about me 🥰

1: are you named after anyone? My middle name is after my grandmother on my dads side, but by first name was actually not the one that was planned, was supposed to be called Moa.. but I didn’t look like one

2: when was the last time you cried? Like it’s weird, since having a kid I have literally not been crying at all? Like full on crying I mean, I have still been emotional and a few tears have slipped out literally watching any show/movie.. but full on crying has been a long while.. or well i cried a bit because of my sinus infection a few days ago..

3: do you have kids? Yes, a beautiful baby son, he is now 9 months and after the summer I’m going off my parental leave (the father will stay home for 6 more months) I’ll probably cry then.. 😅

4: do you use sarcasm a lot? Lol, yes, all the freaking time. Too much some would say, not enough in my opinion

5: what sports do you play/have you played? (I just feel the need to say @cupidskissx, it’s called football 😘) I have played/coached basketball for the last 21 years of my life lol 🏀

6. what's the first thing you notice about other people? If they have kind eyes and genuine smiles

7: scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings for sure, tho I would occasionally like a scary movie

8: any special talents? No 😂 I’m pretty average at most things

9: where were you born? 🇸🇪

10: what are your hobbies? Reading is a tried and true hobby, but then I also hyper fixate on things from time to time, currently that hyper fixation is f1, but it has previously been kpop, 1d, writing, drawing, soap making, baking, cooking etc etc..

11: do you have any pets? Two stinky little cats 🐱

12: how tall are you? 186cm tall, I am a tall cookie

13: fave subject in school? English

14: dream job? Charles Leclerc’s wag < yes, I want to be the arm candy of both Charles and Max, I want to be double sandwiched between them pls

15: eye colour? Greeeeen, literally once a student of mine told me they looked like little earths 🌍 lmao, he was only a couple of years younger and I think he was trying to flirt.. it was adorable. I told him the earth was mostly water.. so blue 🥲

Tag tag tag @pooks06 @rinna0017 @yesboys-haha @norstappen @lestappenheart

#tag game #if you wanna do this. consider yourself tagged

[inherstars]

Personal weirdness.

Weird week. Had my annual "well woman" exam, with a description of issues that the doctor seemed to find concerning, or at least worthy of interest, so now I'm being plugged full of hormones to try and set things right. Looking forward to being absolutely bugshit insane for the next couple weeks. *thumbs up emoji*

Also got scheduled for one of those awful ultrasounds where they blow you up like a water balloon. So that's fun. 2024 is really my year so far.

My Mom has been hitting the gabapentin hard, going back and forth between being completely incoherent, angry, and sweet and contrite, and I never know which version of her I'm going to get until she starts sending me texts.

Her complaining that "my phone isn't working" / "The TV is broken" are the two biggest indicators that she's high as a fucking kite, because she sits there and mashes the buttons, having no idea what she's doing, and fucks things up. Yesterday, somehow, she swapped the remotes from the living room and the bedroom, and was using the wrong one in the living room, which was causing both TVs to get completely fucked up.

She was also a bit more lucid yesterday, but still managed to drop an entire pizza on the floor (after trying to serve it on a decorative charger plate, which... I still don't understand), and was trying to convince me there was something wrong with her phone, and THAT was why all the texts she sent me were complete gibberish.

She complained that she hasn't been right since she was in the hospital, overlooking the fact that she's been self-medicating again since being released.

I am tired.

The cats have also had various levels of stomach upset for about a week now, which has been upsetting. Link -- previously healthy -- lost 2 lbs at his most recent exam, so he's in a "feed him a bit more and see what happens" period before we bring him back for another weigh-in. His bloodwork came back, like, 99.9% clean, so the next step would be an ultrasound.

We're a little past the one-year anniversary from vomit-gate 2023, in which all of the cats got mysteriously sick over a period of like 3 weeks, and then gradually recovered. We still have no idea what caused that.

But bellies seem to be back in order. Stinky poops have diminished to at least normal stink levels, and everyone is eating down to the bottoms of their bowls again.

In more positive news, we got the apple trees moved into a new "temporary" greenhouse last week, during a brief break in the weather, and I've been hand-pollinating the blossoms as they open. We're still probably a week or two from more of them opening appreciably, but it's nice to see things moving along.

The contractor finished fixing the walls in the pantry (yay!) which means that this weekend's primary focus is going to be priming and painting the walls, then replacing everything where it needs to go. Next week (assuming it didn't break in transit), he'll be replacing the solid pantry door with a half-light door, which should allow sunlight to enter through the back door and shine into the kitchen. I'm really excited to see how that looks, which is also why I want to pick a nice color for the pantry walls; it's a kind of "throw-away" room, but it will reflect a lot of light and color.

Since we'll have the paint supplies out already, my hope is to tape up the 2nd floor bathroom and finally get that painted, as well.

I'm knocking around ideas of what to bake and cook but, to be honest, with as much work as we'll be doing I'm probably going to be too knackered to do anything too fancy. But once the kitchen is cleaned and back and order, I've got plenty of time to put bread or bagels on in the morning.

I've also spent most of this week either writing or plotting, which has been really nice. I started outlining what was going to be a quick follow-up to the fairy thing I posted earlier, but it got longer and more involved, and now I want to stitch the two parts together. The first part is going to require some additional work to fill it out, which is fine.

Finishing the outline and starting on the actual writing is on my to-do list for the day.

Time to get on that.

EDIT: No sooner did I hit 'post' then she sent me a text complaining that her TV remote isn't working.

EDIT: Five minutes later and she called me in a panic, asking if her surgery is today. Whoo boy. Don't do drugs, kids.

#personal

[icewindandboringhorror]

finally settling once and for all... with the evidence laid out plainly.. which of these brother boys is more stinkys ,,,

#also please for the love of gourd do not take this seriously i am joking I do not hold any of these behaviors against my cats I know that #all cats are a little stinky and weird I have had cats all of my life I am not genuinely condemning my cats i am being silly please lol #(some of my goofy cat posts in the past will always get like.. one or two people taking an issue with something incredibly #mundane. like me saying a cat is being rude or somehting and someone being like 'um actually cats cant process the concept of #rudeness. he has no idea he did anything wrong!' ........ yes...... i am aware.. that my cat has the brain of a cat lol #ANYWAY.... polls!!! so excited to have polls.. I will try not to be annoyig but I just love asking random things to the general #public. in friend groups I am always the one asking people to taking surveys. quizzes. making surveys and handing them out. etc. #the rare times I can partially overcome my social anhedonia/inability to socially function properly/etc. is when I'm interviewing people or #socializing specifically in the context of like Information Gathering lol #I love running questionairres and stuff . even about the most mundane pointless topics. there's just soemthing really interesting #about like....... being able to ask people stuff and then look at and analyze the results. #Even though that's an incredibly simple average thing. idk.. my brain loves information even if it's pointless silly information. #I Just Think It's Neat. I have so so sos os oso many ideas but I wanted to make the first poll about my cats #of course because I'm also obsessed with them lol. I was thinking of taking some of the pictures of them in front of a blank #canvas and doing a poll of 'what are they painting?' or 'what should they paint?' but I decided to go with babey crimes #for now. inspired by various baby crimes committed just this morning. Fresh on my mind.. #I wish they had a middle option though between '1 day' and '1 week'. I think a week is too long for a poll like this but also #one day is not long enough because I dont really have THAT many active followers. if it was just a day it would probably reach like 5 poepl #people. I want to at least be able to reblog it a few times maybe. lol #I think 3-4 days would be ideal. Its a new feature though. I'm sure they'll modify things as time goes on. #Still feeling sick and bad and weird and not being that productive at all generally but... I have just enough energy stores.. #using up every ounce of my power to make a goofy poll... a worthy sacrifice....

[kinyeee]

TW bugs

I have fucking clothes moths infestation. But the thing is - they are not even in my wardrobe. They are fucking everywhere. I am convinced that this fuckers live on cat fur, dust and skin flakes. I have two cat towers with four beddings for them. And I keep finding these fucking larvae eating at polyester. They don't even mind my clothes that much. They are under every piece of furniture. In every cat tower. And these towers have like some rope wrapped around posts for scratching. And they seem to like this material.

I feel so mad and grossed out. I have a whole system for cleaning cat beds. I have this little metal thingy to gather all the fur. I have my tweezers to catch manually this little fuckers crawling around. But there are so many! And they are not that easy to spot in an early larvae stage. I love to hyperfocus on finding and squashing them. But it's not sufficient. I washed all the beds and blankets and it's still not enough. I bought a lot of glue traps with pheromones - they are working but not for the larvae.

I bought a can insecticidal spray. But only then found out that it contains this specific chemical that is super toxic for specifically cats. I don't want to try risking their health. Only solution I had today was to finally use this stinky sheet. It smells weird but should work and not harm my cats. At least it could kill all adult moths. The rest is washing all shit and trying to get rid of all eggs and larvae.

End of my rant.

#im scratching all over with this bug talk #i needed to let it out #thanks is anyone read this??? #tw bugs #bugs #rant #personal

[boygirlnothing]

the child's diary.

the door is heavy for my little hands

I'm warm and i cant quite see out the windows yet but its ok

the dog makes pitter patter sounds with her claws on the floor

im learning how to use the mp3 player mum got me

i reach up to doorhandles and the good snacks are out of reach

but its ok

i can reach the doorhandles pretty well. they are cold.

i can watch dad in the garden from the window just about.

if im on my tippy toes.

i started getting embarrassed when mum finds me dancing in my room

she doesn't seem to mind but i think i care more now

the cat was outside when we came home today, i dont know why she was so far from home but shes inside now so its ok

the dog plays with me less but i have toy cars and my brothers play with me

i still cant reach the good snacks

the kids at school aren't nice. i stopped dancing.

i dont understand where the cat went

i must be cold outside, i hope shes ok

mum days the dog is wetting the bed, but why is she crying about it?

there are seagulls in the backyard sometimes, dad tells us all to run over when they are here

i forget the beach is close

the dog likes the beach

mum gets the good snacks down for me after school

mums new car doesn't smell the same as the old one

the cat didn't come home. i miss her. i hope she comes home. its too cold out there for cats and theres so many cars. im worried about her.

the dog isn't greeting dad at the door when he gets home very well anymore

i still love when he gets home

hes stinky from work but its ok

i missed him

i dont think the others at school like me very much, im not very good at volleyball that must be why

im practising

i miss dancing

my friends think im weird too

i keep thinking trying to figure out why

i miss when i didn't mind

i miss my cat

the dog cant jump up on the bed anymore

shes getting old.

mum and dad scream at each other all the time

the must hate each other

i wonder if its my fault

i dont understand it.

the dog went to sleep the other day. i understand this time. i understand the cat now too. i am so sad. i miss them both so much. no one went to school or work. the house is so quiet.

the spot by the cupboard where the floor gets warm is empty.

mum comes home crying. dad keeps trying to make her feel better by hugging her but she yells at him.

i know someone made her really upset. the kids in my class do that to me too. they dont like my braces or my grown out bangs. mum doesn't have either of those things, shes so pretty. why would anyone be mean to her?

mum says we are moving to Cranbourne. i don't know where that is.

i miss my dog.

my bed is cold.

its been a while. the move-out and move-in got mixed up and we had to live out of my aunt's garage for a few weeks.

i miss having a house.

mum and dad dont say they love each other anymore.

i wonder if they still love me.

my aunts puppy got hit by a car.

why does everything die.

i miss my house. i miss the round window and hiding under the stairs.

i go shopping by myself now. the clothes i got are nice. i like black skirts.

kids tell me they are too small for me, but the tag is the same as my age so it should be ok.

the new house is ok. the floor is cold and hard. my room is much smaller.

my new friends at school told me the clothes i got will look better if i eat less. that seems like it'll work. i want them to like me here, i dont want them to be like the kids at my other school. i want to be pretty.

i told them about my favourite music, but they didn't like it.

i think I'll stop packing lunch.

i dont miss my old school.

the new medication i got from the doctor makes me less hungry and so so tired but i can do all my schoolwork without getting distracted by books.

i dont really like reading anymore.

but im so tired.

i miss eating.

my friends said i looked pretty though.

the boys give me attention.

they said writing is nerdy snd cringe.

i dont want them to think im weird again.

why is everything to important to me.

i want to hide under the stairs in my old house.

i miss my old house.

i miss my dad.

he left.

i miss my old house.

i miss dancing.

#poetry #sad #angst #original poetry #childhood #nostalgia

[signs-of-the-moon]

Moon High: Chapter 13

A grumbling startled Moonpaw from her nap close to sunhigh. It sounded as if someone were talking, as softly as a dove's coo. But with how sleepy she was, Moonpaw could barely distinguish if the noise made up any coherent words. And it barely managed to coax the silver and white she-cat completely from her doze, anyhow. Whatever was going on couldn't be that important. So she allowed herself to drift, ready to return to the land of dreams. Then a series of whimpers rang out in the den, disturbing Moonpaw once again. Frustrated a little, she groaned, tucking herself tighter into her nest. She wasn't ready to get up yet. But the sound only kept growing louder. Until, suddenly, a cat caterwauled;

"No!"

Moonpaw immediately jumped to her paws, pelt bushing with alarm. Instinctively her claws slid out, ready to face whatever had come into the den. Her heart was racing as she glanced around the tree hollow for the unknown enemy. But there was nothing there. The only other living thing that seemed to occupy the space was Moonpaw's lazy brother.

At the back of the den, Skunkpaw was hunched over in his nest. Their pelt was fluffed, and their sides heaved as if they'd just run from Grassclan's meadow and back. Moonpaw stared at her brother for a heartbeat. Had he been the cat who shouted? Cautiously, she moved closer to the oddly colored black and white tom.

"Skunkpaw..?" Moonpaw called softly.

Skunkpaw jolted, whipping around to look at his sister with watery eyes. "M...Moonpaw!" He sniffled. Immediately Moonpaw came to curl her body around his.

Skunkpaw began to sob, burying his muzzle into her neck ruff. He snuggled deeply into her, his body quaking like a leaf in the breeze. Moonpaw shushed him quietly, nuzzling the top of her littermate's head. She placed her paws onto his flanks, kneading his fur comfortingly.

"What's wrong, Stinky? What happened?" She asked when the tom had begun to settle.

"I-I..." they started, taking a sharp inhale. "I thought you were gone...!"

Moonpaw tilted her head a little. "Gone?" She echoed. "What do you mean? Why would I be gone?"

"A…a beast was attacking the camp!" Skunkpaw explained shakily, "S-so many cats were dead.... Then you came out of hiding and...and led it away. When the warriors went to find you, they only returned with the body of the beast.... You were gone."

"Ooh," Moonpaw mewed in realization,  "you had a nightmare." She nuzzled her littermate some more, and began purring soothingly. "It's alright, Skunkpaw. I'm here. Nothing's happened. The clan is fine, too."

"But it felt so real..." Skunkpaw breathed, pulling back to look at his sister. His dull blue eyes were as wide as the full moon. The light from the outside world was reflecting in his startled gaze, making it look more haunted. "I could smell the blood. Hear the shrieks of the clan. I saw the beast; its horrible teeth and piercing golden eyes...."

"You were remembering the fox attack," Moonpaw figured. The way Skunkpaw was describing his dream sounded a lot like what happened in the nursery a few moons ago. All the way down to the color of the creature's eyes. They haunted Moonpaw, too. She couldn't blame her brother for still being shaken up. For still being plagued by the events of that terrible night.

"This was different!" Skunkpaw insistent with a rough head shake. "It was worse... At least half the clan was dead or missing because of the beast! I...I had a weird dream like this before the fox attack too... I didn't believe my dream, then. I thought...I thought it was a nightmare. But then it really happened...."

"Shhh," Moonpaw hushed, licking their cheek. "I think you should talk with the queens. You can't keep your trauma cooped inside you like this. It's eating you up."

"This isn't from trauma," Skunkpaw growled. It seemed he was becoming agitated. But Moonpaw was trying her best to keep him calm. "Whenever I  have a realistic dream, whatever I see...it comes true."

Skeptical, the silver and white she-cat responded; "I'm sorry. But...there isn't any way that's possible."

"The other night I dreamed I had a large bird in my mouth. Then yesterday, I managed to catch a crow," Skunkpaw started, determination in his mew. It was obvious he was trying to convince Moonpaw of his supposed strange ability. "And a quarter moon ago, I was dreaming about Blackpaw, with his chin fur replaced by fluffy yellow flowers. A quarter moon later he came home with a huge bundle of dandelions; so many that they drooped out of his mouth and covered his lower muzzle like a curtain."

"Those all sound like coincidences," Moonpaw responded.

"Not when they all keep coming true!" Skunkpaw snapped. Then he sighed, pulling away from his sister completely. "Nevermind. I'm...I'm going to go speak with Silverhawk."

"That's a good idea," Moonpaw agreed, rising from the nest. She offered to walk with him to the nursery. But Skunkpaw insisted on going alone, unable to look her in the eye anymore.

Moonpaw's heart ached. She didn't want to see her brother so upset. Especially when he'd dreamed she disappeared somehow. She wished she could follow him; she so badly wanted to reassure Skunkpaw more. But she also wanted to respect her brother's wishes. So, she watched as he squeezed out of the entrance of the apprentice's tree; disappearing as he climbed below the branches outside. After a heartbeat, Moonpaw slipped out of the den as well. She could barely make out Skunkpaw's tail-tip as it vanished into the nursery across camp.

Moonpaw stood tall on the branch outside her resting place, watching where Skunkpaw had gone with longing. Leafheart soon padded by, looking to the nursery before turning her attention up to Moonpaw. She signed at her in the Silent Language, asking what was wrong. Moonpaw simply shook her head, avoiding her mentor's gaze. She didn't want to speak with Leafheart right now, not after disappointing her earlier.

"Duck, Moonpaw!" Leafheart instructed as she swiped a front paw blow directly at the apprentice's face. Moonpaw shrieked, barely evading the hit. In a real battle, an attack like that could be incapacitating. Come on Moonpaw, focus, she'd mentally scolded herself, taking a few steps back before dropping into a crouch. Her head was throbbing slightly. She could feel her eyes drooping as she forced herself to think. But it was difficult. She'd barely gotten any sleep, after being out with Hazepaw all night. Leafheart had come to wake her shortly after dawn. Which left Moonpaw feeling exhausted. It was bad enough she already considered herself a lousy fighter. Now, she'd be even worse. But Moonpaw was determined to keep trying.

After a heartbeat, she lunged towards Leafheart's belly, aiming to knock the older molly onto her back. But Leafheart was an experienced warrior, and a move so obvious wouldn't be enough to take her down. Leafheart maneuvered away from Moonpaw easily, turning like a snake to kick out her back leg in retaliation. Moonpaw felt her paws slip out from under her just as she landed onto the dusty ground beneath with a thud. Leafheart was on her in an instant, forcing the younger she-cat to lay belly up. She feigned a clawing motion at her underside.

"Resist! Push your enemy away!" The ginger and white she-cat commanded. Moonpaw tried her best to throw Leafheart off of herself, but to no avail. Fatigue began to set into her limbs, until finally Moonpaw went limp beneath her mentor. At once, Leafheart stopped what she was doing and stepped away. "You're doing good," she started, "but you need to put more force into your actions. Even a move like that lunge you pulled could be more effective, if you threw yourself a little harder."

"I'm trying," Moonpaw griped, rising into a seated position. She was fighting to not fall asleep on her paws. "But it's hard. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Leafheart assured. "That's why we fight with claws sheathed. Now come on, try attacking me again."

"Alright..." Moonpaw mumbled getting back into a crouch.

The pair continued battle practice for a little while longer, until it was obvious that Moonpaw had no energy left in her to fight with. Leafheart stared at her with disappointment and concern; searching for an explanation as to why she was training so poorly today. How could Moonpaw possibly try to explain? Being honest and admitting she'd barely slept a wink last night would be best. But then Leafheart might suspect something was up. Could Moonpaw trust herself not to confess about her meeting with Hazepaw, if pressed?

Moonpaw blinked, suddenly remembering where she was. The memory of the events from earlier had clouded her mind. But now enough time had passed for Leafheart to decide to leave her alone. Moonpaw sighed, observing her clanmates from her perch above the camp to distract her troubled mind.

Emberpaw, Foxpaw, and Meadowpaw were sharing tongues near the center of camp. Meadowpaw idly chatted with the dilute tortoiseshell she-cat while Foxpaw groomed her, looking up at Emberpaw with sparkling eyes. Every now and then she glanced back at him, smirking playfully. Then he'd glance away, clearly flustered, before they'd do it all again a few heartbeats later. Nearby, Tigerpaw sat beside Batpaw, whose ears were wrapped in cobwebs. The tabby she-cat told tales of battles she fought recently, while Batpaw smiled simply, nodding along as she listened. She seemed to appreciate  the distraction from her painful wounds. Beepaw came whizzing by, chasing Adderpaw as they tried to avoid her chatter. He came to settle himself beside Bluefang, who was sharing tongues with his mother, Greytuft.

By the fresh-kill pile, Wolfheart was sitting with Brightsky. She mewed to Brackentooth and Sagetail to join them for a meal. But by the time the other warriors padded over, Wolfheart had taken himself to sit away from the rest of the clan. He looked unsurely at Brightsky, who mewed an apology to her friends, before picking up a squirrel to go share with her mate in the corner. Then, Smokepaw padded over from the fresh-kill pile to speak with Moonpaw, grabbing her attention.

"Hey, what's wrong with Skunkpaw? He seems frustrated," the smokey tom meowed up at his sister.

Moonpaw responded; "He woke up from a nightmare." Then she scaled down from the tree, to speak with her brother on a more equal level. "He was trying tell me about how all his dreams keep coming true. I didn't believe him, and he got more upset."

"I see." Smokepaw hummed. "Maybe he just needs to get away from the clan for a little while. I know all of our mentors have been pushing us hard with battle training. Maybe we all need a break."

"A break?" Moonpaw parroted. "We can't just take a break from clan life, Smokey."

"Why not?" Smokepaw queried. "How about you, me, Magpiepaw, and Skunkpaw sneak off somewhere? As far from camp as we can go, without leaving the territory. Then we can hang out and do whatever we want."

Moonpaw thought for a moment. A break away from everything did sound pleasant. It had been a while since she'd spent true quality time with her littermates, too. Perhaps an idea like this would be beneficial for everyone involved. "Alright," she agreed after a heartbeat.

"Great. Let me go grab Magpiepaw," Smokepaw purred as he turned, padding off into the crowd of Treeclan's cats. He mewed a greeting to everyone he passed; Oakfur and Flamepath by the warrior's tree, Galestorm and Thrushmask sitting not too far off. Fogpaw tried to hold him up as he passed the Great Stump, but Smokepaw directed the other tom to speak to Nightpaw instead who sat in a sunny patch nearby. Finally, Smokepaw made it to Magpiepaw who was hanging out with Violetshade, Tinypaw, and Blackpaw. He said something to her that Moonpaw couldn't hear, before the pair finally made their way back over to her.

"Hi, Moon-moon," Magpiepaw greeted.

"Hi, Maggie," Moonpaw purred in response.

"Let's get Skunkpaw!" Smokepaw urged. His sisters nodded in agreement, the three of them walking together towards the nursery. Mapleshine and Silverhawk were practically blocking the entrance as they sat and shared gossip just outside. Magpiepaw padded up to them, dipping her head respectfully before speaking. "Is Skunkpaw available?" She asked.

"He finished with his session a little while ago," responded the calico queen, Mapleshine. "The kits have  taken to distracting him, now. But it's time for their feeding, so I'll send him out."

Magpiepaw purred thankfully as the queen slipped beneath the roots of the tree. A bit of mumbling could be heard before the sound of pawsteps drew closer to the nursery's entrance. Then out popped Skunkpaw with Honeykit on his shoulders.

"Come with us," Magpiepaw requested quietly, gesturing to their other littermates. Skunkpaw looked at Magpiepaw then at Moonpaw and back. Darkness still clouded his dull blue eyes. But he nodded, putting the kit down.

Moonpaw trilled with delight as the two came to stand beside herself and Smokepaw. Then the smokey gray tom flicked his tail, prompting his siblings to sneak with him into the dirtplace.

The smell here was rank. One of them would have to work with a collector and clean it soon. But this wasn't the time to think about that. Skunkpaw was climbing up into a tree with branches thickly covered in leaves. It would be hard for the clan to see them get out of camp from here. Magpiepaw followed him up, then Smokepaw, and finally Moonpaw made up the rear. She took one last glance behind to make she they weren't spotted. Then she followed her littermates through the bridging canopy, far out into Treeclan's woods.

Birds flitted by, singing songs to their chicks and mates as they went along their merry way. Eventually, the sound of roaring joined the noise, alerting the apprentices of how close they were to the Thunderpath. Carefully, the four littermates made their way back to the forest floor, staring ahead at the dangerous black stone river as it stretched out in front of them. A few monsters rushed past. Magpiepaw gulped at the sight of them. But Moonpaw pressed her flank against hers, offering to be the molly's crossing partner. Magpiepaw smiled at her sister, the two rushing across the Thunderpath just as soon as it was safe to. Smokepaw and Skunkpaw crossed together next. They were nearly across when another monster came rolling up, missing the toms by a fox-length as they settled on the opposite bank. Skunkpaw breathed a sigh of relief, while Smokepaw nudged him and took up the lead of his littermates.

A little farther ahead, in a clearing just shy of the Grassclan border, is where the group decided to settle down. Skunkpaw immediately flopped over, rubbing himself against the grass. Moonpaw came to sit beside him, giggling at her brother's antics. Magpiepaw and Smoke stood beside each other, exchanging glances. Then they turned to face each other, holding their stares as if locked in competition. A heartbeat passed, then another, and finally Smokepaw blinked.

"Ha!" Magpiepaw mocked. "I won!"

"Nuh-uh," Smokepaw countered as he suddenly leaped onto the white and black patched she-cat. Magpiepaw yowled, wiggling and jumping from the smokey tom's grasp. She turned to run, Smokepaw quick to follow her. The two circled the clearing a few times, taking turns chasing each other. Moonpaw cheered, circling around her littermates as they began to play-fight.

"You're doing great, Smokepaw! Don't forget to dodge!" She meowed to her brother. "I believe in you, Magpiepaw! Show that fluffball who's boss!" She encouraged her sister. Skunkpaw rolled his eyes playfully, tucking his legs beneath himself as he got more comfortable. Moonpaw purred when she glanced back at them, pleased to see her littermate finally happy. Then her attention returned to Smokepaw and Magpiepaw. They had taken their battle to the ground, tussling and fighting for dominance. Smokepaw as the larger of the two easily gained the upper paw. But Magpiepaw used her wits to figure out how to escape his grasp, using the tom's size against him to hold him down.

"Great job, keep it up!" Moonpaw goaded. Behind her, the silver and white she-cat heard movement, before a weight fell upon her shoulders. She let out a surprised squeal, turning to see Skunkpaw clinging to her back. He parted his jaws to snatch up her scruff, pulling on it as he pressed his paws into her shoulders. Moonpaw grabbed Skunkpaw's ear in return. She tugged on it gently, her eyes shining with mischief as they met with the tom's. Skunkpaw feigned a growl, batting at Moonpaw's muzzle. The silver and white she-cat lost her grip from the distraction, collapsing onto the ground under her brother's heft. Skunkpaw laughed triumphantly.

"Wow, Stinky, you're getting pretty strong!" Moonpaw commented as she struggled to get away.

"Silverhawk's teaching me everything she knows," he responded. "Especially how to beat up bee-brained cats like you."

Moonpaw let out a mrrow of laughter, taking Skunkpaw's insult lightheartedly. Magpiepaw and Smokepaw soon came to join the pair, goading their littermates as they partook in their own play-fight. But just as Moonpaw had managed to flip Skunkpaw onto his side, something large came barreling through the trees. A pair of squeals followed after, grabbing the Treeclan apprentices' attention. Moonpaw gasped at the sight of the creatures.

They were tall, pale as a freshly bloomed primrose. They had fur only on the tops of their heads, and long lanky limbs that swung around with glee. Are those...Twolegs? Moonpaw wondered as Skunkpaw lazily flopped off of her. She gave a curious sniff, approaching the creatures as they came to crouch on the ground.

"What are you doing??" Magpiepaw whisper-hissed at her.

Moonpaw looked back at her. "It's ok, I don't think they're planning to hurt us," she reassured. "They're only kits. They probably just want to play."

Moonpaw took another few pawsteps forward, meeting the Twolegs' outstretched forepaws. One ran a paw along Moonpaw's spine, cooing sweetly as she arched into their touch. Seeing that the creatures were harmless, Skunkpaw and Smokepaw approached. Magpiepaw was more hesitant, but eventually caved and stepped up to meet the Twolegs too. Skunkpaw seemed the most fascinated by the creatures, rubbing his flanks along their folded legs as they pet him. Then he flopped onto his side, rolling to face his belly towards the sky. The Twolegs kits giggled, petting his delicate area with a gentleness cats could never expect from such creatures. Moonpaw purred as the larger of the kits scratched her cheek.

"I guess they're not so bad," Skunkpaw confessed as the other Twoleg reached out to pick him up.

Just then, a flash of white and black shot across the apprentices' vision. A cat had come to stand beside them, their fur bristling hostily. Moonpaw recognized this cat. It was Swiftpaw, the Grassclan apprentice she'd met at last night's Gathering. What was she doing here in Treeclan territory?

"Get away from them!" The Grassclan molly yowled at the Twolegs. Magpiepaw and Smokepaw exchanged confused glances. Moonpaw moved to get closer to her friend. And Skunkpaw rolled back onto his paws, standing to greet Swiftpaw. His eyes were glittering as he looked at her. Then, his attention drew back towards the Twolegs, who cooed for his affection. He gave another glance towards the white and black patched she-cat before moving closer to the kits. The smaller one finally made its move, scooping the unusual black and white tom up. Skunkpaw went without a fight, snuggling into its grasp. The Treeclan apprentices gasped. Then Swiftpaw lashed out, rushing forward to scratch the Twoleg kit. The tall creature cried out, dropping Skunkpaw without hesitance. Skunkpaw fell with a hard thud, wincing as he made contact with the ground. Then Swiftpaw hissed, turning to speak to the other apprentices.

"Run away, hurry, before it catches you!" She urged as she looked towards the second of the kits. It had worriedly jumped to its paws for its sibling, before turning towards the clan cats. It snarled at them, reaching out its paws to try and snatch them up. Swiftpaw took off as fast as she had come, looking over her shoulder to see if Moonpaw and her littermates were following. Magpiepaw was the first to follow the Grassclan apprentice's lead, Moonpaw and Smokepaw soon joining her.

The apprentices were panicking, fur fluff as they fled into the safety of a dense bush. They all gathered around its trunk, hugging it as if the shrub itself could pardon them from harm. Moonpaw panted, heart beating rapidly from the adrenaline rush. She glanced between the faces that surrounded her, taking a head count. Swiftpaw was the first cat she saw. The Grassclan she-cat had her attention towards the outside, eyes flickering as she focused on the Twolegs who clamored around beyond their shelter. Then Moonpaw looked to Smokepaw, who's head was lowered as he fought to catch his breath. Magpiepaw was the closest to the bush's center; her tail wrapped around it to anchor herself as she stared in Swiftpaw's direction, eyes as wide as a full moon. Moonpaw then scanned the rest of the bush, looking for the last of her littermates.

"Skunkpaw?" She called out quietly, glancing around again. "Where's Skunkpaw?" She bristled as she looked between the other cats crouching with her one last time. Dread began to creep into her belly.

"Is he..?"

"They've got him," Swiftpaw confirmed, her voice sounding grim.

Immediately, Smokepaw jumped to his paws. "We have to help him!" He snapped, looking frantic. Moonpaw rested her tail against his side, attempting to calm her brother down. She'd never seen him so panicked.

"Not unless you want the Twolegs to nab you too!" Swiftpaw hissed, turning her attention back to the outside world.

Moonpaw followed her gaze. She could see the Twolegs had Skunkpaw in their cluthes; holding him belly up within their forepaws again. Two adults had come to join the kits. They'd taken the responsibility of keeping Skunkpaw captive. Moonpaw could hear them garbling words affectionately to the little black and white tom. It was almost sickening. Didn't those creatures notice how terrified Skunkpaw must be? Did they not care? Moonpaw wondered what Skunkpaw was going to do now, faced with so many enemies. No cat present could save him, Moonpaw was certain of that. So, would Skunkpaw fight? Would they try to escape on their own? Moonpaw wasn't sure. She could hardly make out her littermate's movements as the Twolegs crowded around him. Then they turned, stalking back into the forest where they came, taking their Treeclan catch along with them.

Suddenly, Magpiepaw let out a cry. "Skunkpaw!" In a flash she burst out from under the bush, ready to rescue her littermate. Smokepaw rushed after the reckless molly, Moonpaw following not too far behind. She raced ahead of her brother, pouncing on Magpiepaw before she could get any further. Smokepaw joined in, helping to hold her down. Swiftpaw came padding over just a heartbeat later.

"Skunkpaw! Skunkpaw come back to us! Please come back to us Skunkpaw!" Magpiepaw wailed some more, crouching beneath the weight of her siblings.

"He's gone," Swiftpaw breathed, lowering her head and ears.

Magpiepaw trembled in place, eyes brimming with tears. She squeezed them together tightly as her sorrow began to drip down her cheeks. "Mama is going to be devastated," she whispered.

Moonpaw and Smokepaw turned to look at one another, each holding back tears. Smokepaw's were the first to fall. Then, Moonpaw's followed suit, rolling down her cheeks and dripping off of her whiskers. Her heart ached painfully. She wanted her brother back.

"We need to go," she told her remaining siblings. "We have to rescue Skunkpaw."

"On our own?" Smokepaw questioned, voice waivering.

"We-we should go home first," Magpiepaw sniffled. "We'll need help from the clan."

"She's right," Moonpaw agreed, rising to her paws. "C'mon." She flicked her tail, prompting the other two cats to follow.

#warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #wcs #wcs ocs #signs of the moon: moon high #signs of the moon #moon high #chapter 13 #moon pov

[taeyamayang]

Ah how I wish our cats wouldn’t eat out food. Surprisingly Loki doesn’t (always) sit at my parents feet bagging for food but Thor does. Like my stepdad can’t even eat cereal in peace, Thor always ends up drinking the milk out of his bowl. At least the milk is edible. When the cats used to scratch the couch we bought anti scratch tape to put on the places they scratch and the next thing we knew he was licking it???? Like sir??? He’s weird. And kinda dumb. Sometimes he decides to tight rope walk on the loft railing and I’ll be chillin in my room when I just hear screeching from the living room and I run out to see my mom yelling at me to take my blind ass cat off the railing. He’s just vibing like he isn’t 🤏 this close to falling on his ass off the railing and onto the living room floor. He isn’t the only one who does it, Loki does it too but he usually just sits in the part where the railing for the stairs and the railing for the loft meet. Aria doesn’t which is strange bc she is the only one that can actually see properly. Ching skips????? 🥺 Loki does this little sway thing when he walks like the cats do in the aristocat movies, especially when he has a collar on and it’s the funniest thing istg. Momo being all affectionate with you is so cute omg. I wish I had cats that loved me 😭. Anytime I really pet Thor he fucking SWERVES. Even when he rubs all up in me for cuddles??? Like sir my heart can’t take these mixed signals 😭💔❤️‍🩹 reading that Momos eyes water when you went underwater made MY eyes water fr 🥺 that’s so pure. My cats won’t get to any source of water larger then their water bowl. They are traumatized from baths. Loki used to be reallly bad with baths (he once even peed in my mom but we think he actually had to go beforehand so) he used to meow and meow and meow but he’s called down since then. He’s still meows but it’s bearable. Thor on the other hand? Got worse. He’s so slinky and long and he’s like a wet rat in the tub, scurrying away from the water. He doesn’t meow (he doesn’t meow much in general tbh) but he’s still a menace. When my sister and I were washing him (washing the cats is a whole ass spectacle in my house and it takes at LEAST two people to clean the gremlins) he ducking LEAPED over my shoulder and tried to run away. The sink we were washing him in reached up to my waist but I’m still 5’7 and that’s a big jump even for a cat. My sis and I were shook for a whole ass second or two like ??? Tf did he go? Till we see his soapy ass sneaking away like swiper from Dora. He thought he was slick. Unfortunately for him he jumped right into litter so he was stuck in the bath for even LONGER. Thor may be a menace to deal with but the real problem is aria. She doesn’t keep, she ducking SCREAMS. like you would think a small child was being murdered in my house with how loud her lil baby cat screams are. I’m surprised we haven’t gotten the cops called on us. Especially since half of her screams sound like she’s yelling “nooooo” I once woke up to hearing a little “noooooooo” and a “yes aria. You are stinky. If you didn’t roll around in the dirt, we pulsing be here!” “Nooooo!” “You are too stinky!!” I Hines thought I was having some weird ass lucid dream until I woke up and saw a demonic black blob hiding up the desk. Still soaking wet. She acts if she’s in a shonen anime and the bathtub killed her whole clan or smthn istg

it's been ages bc i was busy with uni BUT YOU KNOW WHAT everytime i see a cat or a dog (i'll explain later) I REMEMBER YOU but before that can i just say..

i love thor I LOVE YOUR CAT i swear i can imagine him swerving when you try to pet him, or when he sits dangerously on the railings, or that time he leaped on your shoulder when trying to escape from bath I LOVE HIM he has a personality and i honestly love love that. idk why but every time you tell me stuff about your cats (esp with on this recent update with thor) it makes me laugh and smile! so thank you for that!!

anyway, i have a bit of lengthy update. so first off when i was jogging with my friend around the neighborhood we could hear a kitten cryinf around the of some street. the first time we heard it we looked at it and let it be thinking the house next to it might be taking care of it but after another lap the kitten is still there and he is in a pile of garbage. so when i looked at him and he saw me HIS EYES ROUNDED i swear he is the cutest thing and decided to follow me fsbdbsjs at first i was trying to make it sit still and he did... for like 2 seconds UNTIL HE DECIDED TO RUN OFF TO THE STREET AND GUESS WHAT A CAR WAS APPROACHING AND MY INSTINCTS TOOK OVER SO I RAN AFTER THE KITTEN NOT EVEN MINDING THE CAR FAST APPROACHING. out of panic thank god my friend was there so she was able to signal stop to the driver and THANK HEAVENS it dis stoo before the kitten and i got ran over by it. so after that incident the kitten decided to jog with us. he was following us everywhere. left with no choice we took him home. my friend isnt an animal lover but we had no choice but to take the kitten to their place bc i have a pregnant stray cat in my garage and 2 cats at home so i cant keep another kitten. long story short my friend fell for him 🥺

here's a pic of thomas!! the cat i risked my life for

another story:

not quite a catto story but a funny one.

okay so i was at my friend's place for 6 damn days bc of our thesis paper anyway that is not the point lmao my friend is a dog lover hence he has dogs but his dogs stay at his parents house. but one time he brought his dog to his place where me and my other friends/thesis mates were staying. when i was playing with the dog and trying to call for his attention guess what... I MEOWED AT HIM AND THE DOG LOOKED AT ME DISAPPOINTEDLY I AM NOT KIDDING THE DOG WENT AWAY GSNSBSNS AND U KNOW WHAT I DID IT TWICE BY ACCIDENT 😭😭😭 ive been hanging out with cats that i forgot i treat every damn animals as cats

#pea.asks #i missed the cat talks #myve.😸

[a-monsters-love]

Hit with a quirk that turns adults to children

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Genre: massive fluff. angst if ya’ squint

Warnings: implications of abuse, little OOC Shoto but its cannon that he smiled more when he was a kid (the gif is a perfect example) 

A/N: FIC SWAP WITH @hxwks-gf​ ILY2 SWEETS - You’ll find her fic [here] 

(Y/N) = Your name

(E/C) = Eye color

(H/C) = Hair color

[Master List]

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“How could this happen?” Endeavor hissed at Aizawa.

Aizawa, who looks like he’s about to explode on the man in front of him, lets out a deep sigh. “As I said before, Shoto got hit with a civilians quirk. It should wear off in the next couple days.” Endeavor scowls at you as you cross your arms and deadpan at him, your frame standing protectively in front of a now child Shoto. Shoto’s been holding on to you desperately for the past few hours since the incident, only letting go once to get changed into the smallest gym uniform the school could provide.

You offered to hold him but he chose to take refuge in the back of your legs rather than face the situation. The two of you had been working together on a project for Aizawa when you ran into villains on the street, at some point Shoto had a run in with a civilian who accidentally turned him into a child with their quirk. The face of despair and unbridled childlike tears that welled up in his eyes will haunt you.

“I don’t have time for this.” Endeavor groans, he pulls out his phone and calls Fuyumi. She’s a school teacher she should be able to handle this, right? After about 20 minutes of light bickering on the phone, he comes back. Neither of his siblings can help and his mother is ‘sick’.

You look back at Shoto’s shaking frame and take a deep breath, “I’ll take him.” The two heroes look at you with raised eyebrows. “As Aizawa already knows, I have the next few days off for personal reasons. Which means I have plenty of time on my hands to take care of a kid.” You squeak through the tension in the air.

Aizawa sighs, “Are you going to be able to handle it though? With everything going on?”

You laugh softly and rub little Shoto’s head, “I’m great with kids, and I could use the company.” You smile sadly at your teacher, who only nods in response.

Endeavor huffs and kneels down to Shoto, who hides himself further in your knees. “Contact me if anything happens.” He says looking at you.

“Of course, sir.” You had your suspicions before about Shoto’s childhood, this only brought the situation to light. Never have you ever seen the calm and collected Shoto petrified enough to have him in tears. “I will be running by your family home to pick him up a few different pairs of clothing. We don’t know how long this will last.” You tell him, you don’t bother asking. You don’t care for his opinion, he just needs to leave.

He nods in agreement and provides you the address and a vague idea on where to look. After he does, you scoop up your quivering classmate and speed walk out the door. He freezes at first but instinctually wraps his arms around you and buries his embarrassed face in your neck.

He hasn’t said a word since the incident and you don’t know how much of the man you know is still in there. As much as the idea of your crush burying his face into your neck makes you blush, protecting him is your first priority.

You quickly make your way to the Todoroki residence, well, as quick as you could. Shoto quietly asked to be put down about half way there, you walked as quickly as his little legs could comfortably take him.

When you arrived you looked at the note Endeavor gave you once more, “Alright, so, your father said there’s should be a box in the attic with your old clothing.” You squatted down and smiled at him, a small embarrassed expression was still present on his face. “Do you want to look with me, Shoto?”

He glances at you with a blush, the two of you weren’t on a first name basis outside of fact that his Hero name is his first name. Honestly you couldn’t find it in your bones to call a little kid by his last name, it felt too weird. He nods shyly, “Yes…(Y-(Y/N)…” His voice was almost a whisper.

You giggled a bit and finger combed out a few ruffles in his hair, “Wonderful, because I have no idea where your attic is.” The comment earns you a stifled laugh from the boy and he pulls you along by the finger.

After pulling down the latter to the attic you send Shoto up first, following close behind. You both cough at the dust but quickly find the boxes, after he pulls out a few outfits you inspect them for signs of deterioration. When you find no problems you both leave the attic and head down to wash the old clothing.

Shoto freezes as he passes through a hallway, the color has run from his face. “(Y-(Y/N)..” His voice shook as he stared at a door, you walk up to him slowly and offer your arms for him.

He awkwardly steps into your embrace, “Lets wash these at my house.” You say quietly, rubbing his back.

When you get home you walk in and show him where to put his shoes, “I’m home.” You say loudly to the nearly empty home. A meow is heard from upstairs and you wait as your old cat walks down the stairs to greet you. “Hello Cali, I’m home. I brought a friend.” You pet the cat who wasted no time rubbing up on Shoto. “This is Shoto, he’s going to be with us for a few days.” You explain to the cat, who meows lazily in return.

You chuckle as Shoto shyly pets the cat, “I’ve never had any pets before...” He says quietly.

You hum a bit and head to your wash room, “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to experience having one while you’re with me.” You smile at him, he slowly follows you poking his head around doors and entryways.

“Where’s your family?” He asks, noticing the lack of life in your house.

You croon at the question, “It’s just me and Cali. It’s been like that for awhile.” That was all you could manage on the situation as you made sure his clothing was set in the washer.

Regret is visible on his young face and he brought his hands to his mouth, “O-oh..I’m sorry..” He murmured towards the floor.

A chuckle escapes you, how can he be so cute? He looks up in confusion at you, “You did nothing wrong Shoto, you don’t have to apologize. Why don’t you go explore while I clean up a bit?” He nods at you and runs off, you walk up stairs and open up your little brothers old room. You move to open up the window and start dusting off the contents of the room when you hear heavy little feet making their way up the stairs. “Find anything interesting?” You ask.

Turning you see him carrying Cali, his arms scooped under the cats front legs in a manner that makes the beast look long. “You have a piano.” He says, you can hear stifled interest in his voice. Your heart breaks at the fact that a 5 year old is stifling their emotions.

“I do indeed!” You chirp while putting new sheets on the bed. “Do you like pianos?”

You can almost see the gears moving in his head. “They sound pretty.” He finally says, releasing the cat.

You chuckle as you finish cleaning up. “They do, my mom taught me to play when I was your age. She told me that music is the window to ones soul.”

It’ll be nice having him around, you think seeing him look at you in awe. “You can play it?” He asks, excitement can be heard in his voice for the first time.

“I can, I just had it tuned too.” You smile widely at him, glad his wall is coming down. “But first, we must bathe!” You scoop him up and tickle his stomach, “I think we’re both pretty stinky.”

He giggles from being tickled and then blushes at the idea of bathing with you. “Together?” He mumbles, you blush a bit at the comment.

“I-If you would prefer me being there, I su-suppose we could figure something out.” You stammer.

He doesn’t say anything as you walk to the bathroom and start filling up the bath when he pulls on your shirt, you look back at him and squat down. You tilt your head to the side, waiting for him to choose his words. “Stay?” He asks.

You smile, “Of course. Let me go grab a few things and we’ll get in.” You rush to your room and change into a bathing suit, grabbing your brothers old swim suit from his dresser. You hear a loud splash as you walk back, you see Shoto wet in his clothing from the trying to turn off the water. “Someone’s excited.” You tease.

He looks at you with a distressed pouting face, “N-No I-.” He stutters as you move to turn off the water. “I was trying to do that..”

You laugh and offer him the shorts, as he changes you move to grab a few bath soaps and bubble bath. “I appreciate all your help, Shoto.” You say walking back, helping him into the tub. Both of you let out a small sigh as you sink into the hot water, causing small chuckles between you.

You scrub off some of the slime from the day and start pouring bubble soap into the bath. “What’s that stuff?” He asks.

“Oh-Ho. Bubbles of course.” You wink at him and quickly mix the soap to create bubbles. He helps you make bubbles, he giggles a bit at the action and then blushes.

Shoto doesn’t understand what’s come over him, his mind is still all there but he has so much less control over his emotions, let alone his behavior. He hasn’t meant to say half the stuff he has since the accident. He watches you happily go along with his childish antics as if the whole situation were normal. You smile at him when you catch him staring and scoop bubbles onto his head. “H-Hey!” He whines, pushing bubbles at you.

You laugh as he falls into you, the tub is smaller than you’d like but you’re content with space you have. “Careful there.” You scoop him up, you find his eyes wandering along the deep scars all over your body. You reached for the sponge, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” You say softly.

Without realizing it Shoto found himself sitting on your thighs, tracing the scars on your shoulder with his fingers. He jumped back when he felt the soapy sponge touch his arm. “I can do it!” He said louder than he meant.

You hand him the sponge and grab another to scrub yourself. You get out of the tub to rinse off and wash your hair before he’s done. “Come here when you’re done, I want to wash your hair.” You say, he just nods with a bright blush.

He gets out by the time you start putting conditioner in your hair. “I can wash my own hair..” He mumbles, awkwardly sitting in front of you.

“I know you can, but I want to.” You say quietly, this whole situation is like a fever dream for you. Getting to wash your crushes hair and satiating the hole that was left without your family? Win-win (Y/N). “I like doing these things.” You say as you put shampoo in his hair.

“Why?” He asks plainly.

You hum as you massage his scalp, a small sigh leaves him from the feeling. “I like spoiling people I care about.” You blush a bit at the statement, blaming the steam for the heat in your face.

“Y-you care about me?” The question broke your heart.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have brought you to my family home or shared a bath with you if I didn’t.” A smile can be heard in your words, he doesn’t say anything.

He sat with his thoughts as you rinsed his hair of shampoo and started applying conditioner. The ‘shared a bath’ comment running through his mind, partially clarifying the fluttering in his chest when he’s around you. Maybe I can ask these questions since she thinks I’m a kid mentally.  he thinks, “Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response. “What does it mean when your belly flops around?”

“Hmm, in the literal sense or do you mean when you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach?” You ask, focusing more on detangling his unfairly soft hair.

“Like butterflies.” He murmurs.

“Well, it can indicate excitement, anticipation, nervousness but often times it‘s a sign of love-“ Your breath hitches in your throat are the last word, a deep blush taking over your face. You make a feeble attempt to finish your work.

You were so focused on trying to hide you embarrassment you didn’t see Shoto’s reddening face. He stood up quickly and grabbed the shower head from the floor. “I’ll r-rinse your hair.” He says, giving you no time to argue as he walked around you and started the rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

Both of you felt like your heads were going to pop, while the feeling of his little hands in your hair provoked giggles from you. You reached back and helped him, he struggled getting out knots from your hair and elected to leave them for you to sort out. His small frame doing him no justice as his hands traced the scars on your back but froze. “It’s okay.” You said softly, letting his childishly addled mind explore. You imagined if you had children they’d would do the same thing. “Let me rinse your hair when you’re done studying.” You tease. The comment pulled him from his wonder and he sat in front of you.

After the bath you both changed into pajamas. He lets you blow dry and brush his hair and followed you around like a ducking into the kitchen. “Can I help?” He asks on his toes at the counter, watching you pull out food for prep.

“Of course, pull up a chair.” You respond pointing at the kitchen table and he does just that. He pulls up a chair and you have him washing vegetables while you prepare a pan to cook in and start the rice cooker. “How does Oyakodon sound?” You ask looking through your fridge.

“I don’t mind as long as you make it.” His tone was soft, he didn’t dare to look at you in his own embarrassment. I didn’t mean to say that, he thinks.

You smile widely and pat his head gently, “You are too sweet, ya’ know that?” You giggle softly. “I’ll get you to decide on what you want tomorrow.”

He smiles lightly as you take the vegetables from him. He pushes the chair closer to the stove to watch you cook and watches how delicately but precise each movement you make is. He knows a little about cooking but he can’t understand how you quickly made a dish that seems so complicated.

He drags the chair back to the table when you start serving the dinner, he sits down excitedly as you bring out his plate. A happy noise escapes him as he starts to eat. You smile softly at his childish behaviors, “You’ll be a good mom.” He says with after chewing.

You chuckle and pull rice off his cheek, eating it yourself. “Maybe, I’ll need to find a husband first, and I’m pretty sure boys are terrified of me.” You recall interactions with other students after the sports festival, the girls were all excited but the boys seemed to shy away.

“You’re not scary!” He says almost dropping his spoon, you laugh and roll your eyes. “You’re not! You’re so nice and helpful and smart and-and pretty!” He felt like the room was spinning as he spat out how he felt, why did I say that?! He scolded himself internally, looking down. “If I could eat your food all the time I’d be your husband.” His words were so quiet you almost didn’t hear him, but you did.

You felt like your heart could jump out of your chest, my crush just said he’d be my husband! HOW DO I RESPOND TO THAT?? You tried to keep your face passive, coughing slightly to hide the quandary you’re in. “Maybe when you’re older.” An awkward giggle escapes you, “You’d have to be my boyfriend first though.”

His face was red but he nodded and scooped the last of his food into his mouth. “Okay.” He said with food in his mouth, “I’ll be (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” He continued, more to himself than you, nodding as if he just came to an agreement. You nearly choke on your drink before you both chuckle awkwardly, “Are you gonna play a song on the piano?” He asks as you take the dishes and wash them, letting him help store the left overs.

“I can, what kind of song?” You hum.

Shoto pauses and thinks about it, he doesn’t say anything until you walk up to the standing piano. “Something for me?” His voice was almost a squeak.

You turn and look at him, he’s looking down and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Maybe a song that reminds me of him? That’s not too tough, you hum and pat the space next to you on the piano bench. “I think I’ve got one.” You scoop him into your lap, giggling as he makes a feeble attempt to escape. “I don’t want to elbow you on accident.” When he stops wiggling around and you start playing the song, singing out the lyrics quietly as he watched your finger fly delicately across the keys. The harsher notes surprise him, but he glances at you with a slack jaw. Your eyes half lidded followed your hands across the keys, a small smile curled at your lips.

“You can do everything.” He gasps, earning himself a bashful blushing smile from you.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” He nods happily at your suggestion.

He ended up sitting curled into you, under a blanket, you made herbal tea and put on some movie he chose. While finishing his drink it didn’t take long to get tired, he rubbed his eyes incessantly. “I’ll lay down after the movie.” He yawned a soft plea, you can’t imagine how tired his young body must be. Even as an adult, the day you had was a bit much.

He fell asleep not long after, you scooped him up and laid him down in your brothers old room. You left his door open after tucking him in and walked into your own room. You plopped on top of the blankets and dozed off quickly.

You woke up a few hours later to the soft sounds of crying, stifled and buried noises. You quickly got out of bed and walked over to the source, “Shoto? What’s wrong?” You asked softly.

He made an awkward grunt while wiping his face in the pillow, “Nothing, bad dream. I-I’m okay.” He pleas, but his childish form betrays him. “I’m sorry for waking you..”

“Well, you don’t look ‘okay’ to me.” You tease a bit, “Come here.” He instinctually follows you back to your room, you sit him on your much softer bed and wipe his face. “It’s okay to not be okay, Shoto.” You pat his scarred cheek, thumbing at stray tears before crawling into bed behind him. “Come lay down, take advantage of being little.” You say, you’re clearly still half asleep as you lift you arm for him to choose to lay with you or not.

It doesn’t take long for him to crawl into your bed, curling his sleepy small frame into your arms. The smell of you consumes his mind, calming him down. You pet his hair and rub shapes into his back until you both fall asleep.

——

“AH.” You woke to the sound of a surprised little Shoto, I thought that was a dream. He thought when he woke up wrapped in your arms and nuzzles into your chest.

You rubbed and picked at your eyes as he scooted away from you, glancing over at him. Oh yeah, “You sleep okay?” You’re far too tired to be embarrassed.

He watches you stretch out, your hair and clothing are disheveled. You’re glancing at him with half lidded bedroom eyes, your morning voice was softer and raspier than usual. A blush consumes him, I wish I was grown right now. He thinks, Wait…What? “Ah, y-yeah actually.” He rubbed his own eyes, “I slept good.” Better than he had in a long time.

You smile and sit up, quickly getting out of bed. “Good, why don’t you go get dressed and we’ll start breakfast.” You wink and smile at him as you head to the bathroom. He just stares at the door for a moment before rushing to the other room.

Shoto follows you down the stairs after you’re both dressed, noting you’re semi-casual clothing. “I have one thing I have to do today.” You tell him, “After that we’ll be free to do whatever you want.” You start reheating rice and cooking meat for breakfast, along with prepping food for lunch.

“You’re cooking a lot of food.” He comments from over the bar.

A soft smile graces your face, “We’re going to see my family today.” He notes the mild sadness in your face but doesn’t push.

“What are they like?” He asks walking around the counter to enter the kitchen.

“Oh they’re wonderful, my mom is very goofy. She loves music and weird philosophy that I still don’t understand.” You laugh talking about her, “My dad was a loud man, he’s soft and loved when he could take care of me and my brother. My brother on the other hand is a lot like the other boys in our class. A bit of a screw ball but he always means well.” Shoto quietly watches you talk passionate about your family, he smiles softly at the way you smile wide enough for dimples to show.

You set a plate down for him, you eat in the kitchen while you finish packing lunch. “You think they’ll like me?” He asks between bites.

You laugh, “They would have loved you.” Thoughts flash in Shoto’s head, she’s introducing me to her parents? He’s enamored with the idea but his current situation makes it very strange.

He loses himself in thought, not noticing you packing incense into your picnic basket. You feed Cali and start cleaning up, check the weather, and take your time cleaning up. You make a glass of fruit tea for Shoto, who’s watching cartoons. You watch him blow on it and take a careful sip when his face lights up, “This is yummy.” He smiles shyly.

“I’m glad, it was my favorite when I was your age.” You chuckle.

“What’s your favorite now?”

You hum at the question, “I haven’t met a tea I didn’t like. I’m not sure.” You stared blankly at the TV in consideration, it’s been a long time since you’ve been unsure of something so simple.

A couple hours pass before you leave for your picnic. Shoto wishes he could help you carry the basket and blanket, he fails to notice where you’re both headed until you stop. You pull out a key card and open the gate to a cemetery for Heroes, he looks up at you in concern but you smile softly back at him and pat his hair. When you finally stop you set up a blanket in front of a decorated family head stone, he just stares at you in surprise. He goes to say something when someone else calls your name. “Miss (Y/N)!” You look over and see an older man. “Is it the anniversary already?”

You wave as he walks up, “Takahashi! Good to see you old timer. It is, I can’t believe you still work here.”

He laughs loudly, “Your parents saved my life so of course I do! Who’s the tyke?” He asks peering around you.

Shoto bows politely, “I’m Shoto! Who are you?”

You both chuckle, “Polite young thing,” He says to you. “I’m Takahashi Jin, grounds keeper of this ‘er cemetery.” He smiles to Shoto, “You two enjoy your lunch, don’t get into trouble like last time missy!” He teases and turns to leave.

“Me? Trouble? Never. Not even once.” You snort, winking at Shoto who chuckles. You both chuckle further when you hear the old man huff.

Shoto lights the incense and both give your prayers before you open up lunch. Neither of you pay any mind to the strange looks you get as time goes on. Shoto doesn’t understand your happiness as you sit in a cemetery eating lunch with a classmate, you’re alone in this world. His heart aches but he’s glad you seem okay. The old man from earlier stop by again and hands you a few flyers, “You think we should go?” You ask Takahashi with knitted brows. He nods, sending an empathetic smile. You shrug and hand the papers to Shoto.

“A festival?” He looks at you wide eyed, “Can we go?”

“If you want to, then absolutely.”

“I’ve never been to one,” He whispers to himself behind the paper.

——

When you return to the house you drop the basket off on the counter and run upstairs. Shoto follows behind but waits as you head into a room he hasn’t seen yet, “Shoto, come here.” You call, he walks in hesitantly and looks around. “Face the door for a moment.” He does, only glancing over as he realizes your measuring him. “Yeah, this should fit.” Your voice was excited.

He turns to see you have a set of matching yukata’s, a larger white one with red geometric flowers on it, the smaller one was white with fine red and black lines running across it. “We’ll match?” He asks, these types of things were never something his father allowed.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You poke at him, “Let’s get changed. It’s a bit of a ways away.”

You got him changed first, making sure the Geta sandals fit him. Once he’s sorted you make your way to your room, of course putting on a yukata alone isn’t easy, you groaned internally. It took you longer than you would’ve like to get ready, the outfit then the hair, natural makeup, the whole nine. You grabbed a small shoulder bag and your shoes as you finished.

You stared at the hair stick before grabbing it and walking down the stairs. “Shoto, can you help me with something?” You heard him run over before you saw him, he blushed and gasped at you.

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, cupping his mouth in embarrassment.

You hand him the hair pin and kneel down, “Can you put this in for me?” He looks at the hair stick and then at your hair, his expression softens as you allow him to put it where he likes. “My hero, thank you.” He blushes at the comment but doesn’t say anything. You offer him your hand to hold, he grabs your pinky and ring finger and the two of you set off.

—

“Wow.” He gasps, the streets are lines with lanterns as stalls, you hold his hand and let him pull you to everything that grabs his attention. You buy snacks as you go, you show him and a few other kids your goldfish catching skills and ended up giving all the fish away. You wouldn’t be able to take care of them anyway, the two of you stop by a mask stall. He stares at them in curiosity, the person running the stall explains them and lets him try on a few.

You look at your phone for the time and lift him up, “Look up.” You tell him, as he does fireworks go off. It’s the first time you’ve seen pure childish glee on his face since the incident, if ever. Everyone stares at the fireworks calmly as they go.

When they finish you walk over to a food stand, “Soba!” He cheers, you laugh and order him a bowl. You quickly find a bench to sit at and eat, “Did you know I like soba a lot?” He asked innocently.

“Yes I did, I thought you’d like to have some at your first street festival.”

He watches you eat Takoyaki with a content smile, he didn’t realize you heard that comment. “How long is this going on for?”

You hummed as you finished chewing, “3 more days, I think.” You wipe your mouth, “Did you want to come back?”

He chuckles softly, “Maybe when I’m older.” You smile at him, not quite sure what’s on his mind. “Is this a date?” His question caused you to almost choke on your food.

You looked away as you regained your composure, “I s-suppose i-it is.” You stammer out, your cheeks dust with blush and you’re grateful for the dim lighting. When you glance back at him you see a soft smile on his face, what on earth is going through his mind?

After another hour of playing around you both head back to your home, “Thank you.” He says, squeezing your fingers.

Squeezing his little hand back you hum, “What for?”

“Everything.” His voice was small but content.

You pat his hair with your free hand, “It was my pleasure, Shoto.” You watch the stars as you walk, “Thank you for meeting my family, it’s lonely to go by myself.” You sigh softly.

He glances up at you, “You’re welcome. I don’t want you to be lonely.” You look down at him, a sad smile graces your face. “I’m here for you since you’re gonna be my wife.” His hand quickly covers his mouth at the comment but you can see the smile he’s hiding.

The single comment broke the sadness on your face, causing you to laugh. “That’s a good reason.” You snicker as you make it back to your house.

“We’re home.” You say to the mostly empty house. “Let’s get changed and off to bed.” He nods and follows you up the stairs.

He falls asleep quickly as you tuck him into bed, when you’re sure he’s asleep you press a soft kiss to his forehead and head to bed yourself.

Shoto wasn’t completely asleep when you left a soft kiss on his skin. A smile grew on his face as he got comfortable, you curled into bed quickly dozing off yourself.

You were stirred in the middle of the night by heavy weight of a body curling into your chest and neck. You didn’t bother opening your eyes as you sleepily remembered your guest, you lazily wrapped your arms around him and found his head of hair with you hand to pet as you drifted. “Sleep well, Shoto.” You mumbled as you started to doze back off.

Shoto, now fully grown, had made quick and delicate work of wrapping himself into you. A soft happy noise escaped you as you got comfortable, “I think I love you, (Y/N).” He said softly into your chest, assuming you were asleep.

You hum sleepily and squeeze him a bit, “I think I love you too Sho…” Your voice trailed off indicating your sleep, Shoto squeezes you back as a small happy smile crept up his face.

As much as being turned into a child could have been an absolute nightmare of a situation, he was happy to have had this time with you. He never understood why he was so drawn to you but after all this he seemed to understand more. He never thought being a kid again would have its advantages. He never thought you’d let him so deep into your personal life, between meeting your family, cooking for him and taking him to his first festival. All he wanted to do was stay in your life like this, now he was certain he actually could.

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

#bye they're so dumb #love em though #long post #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #attack on titan #eren jeager #eren yeager #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hans zoe #erwin smith #headcanons #feralshcs #scouts #104th squad

[artemisia--hq]

This prompt is from @kittensocute ‘kageyama and hinata are stuck on a ferris wheel ride’

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When one thinks of amusement parks, games and rides, and generally a fun, happy time instantly comes into mind. This, however is decidedly not fun. This is a nightmare, a weaving of pure fear and terror, and Tobio swears if he ever manages to get out of here alive, he is so going to—

“Aaahh! Ahh! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die!”

“Stop yelling, dumbass!” Tobio yells. He rubs his face with both of his palms when Hinata still wouldn’t stop screaming like a banshee. “Death is gonna be the least of your concern because I’m gonna kill you first if you don’t! Stop! Yelling!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense!” Hinata cries, “and you’re yelling, too!” He serves Tobio a stink eye, or as stinky as he can possibly muster with his ashen face and trembling lips. Tobio just returns the glare a hundred-fold, and that seems to do the job of shutting the idiot up as he looks away with an obnoxious huff.

But the sudden silence only gives way for Tobio to marinate in regret, recounting every action that had led to the disaster they’re currently in.

It was supposed to be a fun day in the amusement park, and it did start out that way. The first and last time Tobio had been to one was years ago, with Kazuyo-san and Miwa for his tenth birthday. It is one of his most treasured memories that is completely unrelated to volleyball, the only time he had fun without it.

But spending it with his friends (and yes, that includes that bastard Tsukishima, however mortifying that concept is), had been admittedly fun, too. They were all together during the first hour, playing games and getting into every ride they could. But he and Hinata had been pre-occupied with one-upping each other with a shooting game and before they knew it, their friends were out of sight.

It was Hinata’s idea to ride the ferris wheel to look for them. Now they’re stuck in a cramped, glass-covered carriage for fifteen minutes.

“This is why you don’t get to have any dumbass ideas, you dumbass,” Tobio grumbles out loud.

Hinata bristles. “Wh-what?!”

“This is all your fault in the first place.”

The other boy lets out a disbelieving gasp. “You’re the one who said, ‘oh yeah. Good idea,’” he says in mock imitation of Tobio, flattening his hair as he does so.

He’s not wrong, but Tobio can’t give Hinata the satisfaction of being right, either, so he clicks his tongue and looks away.

Silence once again engulfs them.

Tobio gazes through the glass of the carriage to take his mind off of certain things that’s been circling his consciousness like incessant, annoying flies, things that shouldn’t be given permission to reside in his thoughts.

Getting stuck a hundred feet above the ground is bad enough as it is—getting stuck with the worst possible person just makes it a hundred times worse.

Tobio risks a sideway glance out on the corner of his eyes. Hinata has his arms around himself, as if he’s purposely trying to take up as little space as possible. Which is a weird concept to wrap around—as small as Hinata is, his larger than life presence could more than fill up a room, with that beaming smile and loud, cheery voice.

But Hinata is none of that presently. He looks quite pale, wide eyes darting around for every creak and squeak of the ferris wheel carriage, small hands clenching and unclenching the sleeves of his sweater. The most frustrating thing of all: he wouldn’t stop chewing his lower lip, now looking red and swollen and just so ki—

Tobio has to give himself a few mental punches in the head to wrench his attention away from it and to clear his thoughts.

See, this is why he absolutely shouldn’t be alone with this orange-haired gremlin. He gives Tobio horrendous ideas.

“K-Kageyama?”

Tobio’s body temperature drops to subzero. Fuck, was he caught staring? Was he too obvious? He should run—wait, no, fuck, he’s trap, he’s done for—

“Wh-what?” He snaps, anger immediately acting as a reflex.

Hinata flinches, then he sighs, looking down on his feet. “Never mind.”

Something twinges in Tobio’s chest. God, why is he so…taken with this stupid idiot. “What is it?” he asks, cutting down his tone, just a little.

The other boy still has his eyes cast down, squirming. “Uhm…”

“Out with it, dumbass.”

Those round brown eyes squeezes tight as Hinata blurts out, “Canyouholdmyhands?”

Tobio sputters, “Wh-what?”

“Can you hold my hands, please!” Hinata yells, extending both of his hands like an offering.

Okay, either he has completely lost his mind, or Hinata has.

He goes for the more convenient option.

“Are you crazy? No!” He whips his hands behind him, for good measure. “Why would I?”

“Because I’m scared and my hands are cold!” Hinata grouches, and for a second, he has every intent to fight and demand for it, like he always does, but then he deflates and slumps on his side of the carriage. “I-It’s fine. That was weird, anyway. Sorry.” He then proceeds to hug himself again, shrinking within his sweater.

Hinata has never looked so tiny and vulnerable.

Tobio’s mouth starts to open when the carriage suddenly sways and groans on his hinges. Hinata screams and Tobio is already lunging forward even before his mind could even process things, and his hands grabs onto cold, clammy ones, fingers intertwining tightly.

“We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die, Kageyama!”

“Sh-shut up! That was just the wind!”

“I-I don’t want to die, Kageyama!” Hinata wails, tears pricking on the corners of his blown, shaky eyes. “I-I still have to be good in volleyball! I still have to beat you!”

Tobio has never seen Hinata this distressed before, or even this legitimately terrified. He’s always been a scaredy-cat, but never like this. Tobio shuffles closer, gripping their joined hands. “No one’s going to die, so stop screaming.” He gives another reassuring squeeze, and it might be instinct or reflex, but Hinata squeezes back. “I won’t let that happen.”

Hinata sniffs. He blinks his glossy, golden eyes at Tobio “R-really?”

Tobio nods. “Yeah.” He hears some commotion from below and he presses his face on the glass. “Look, they’re doing something about it now.” He turns to face Hinata again. He could go in for a smile, but he figures that would only scare Hinata more than comfort him. “We’ll be out of here in no time, so just…think about something else.”

Hinata shakes his head frantically. “I-I can’t. There’s nothing in here that can distract me!” Then his gaze lands on their entwined hands. “Except, maybe…this.”

“Yeah, well…if that helps,” Tobio murmurs as he stares at their hands, too, before stalwartly looking away. If Hinata finds comfort in that, Tobio, on the contrary, needs a distraction of his own away from it. He settles at looking over the glistening lake dotted with tiny boats shaped like swans and turtles at the distance, but all of his nerve endings seem to concentrate on the point of contact between the, feeling each ridge and bumps of those rough, calloused hands wrapping around his own. Yet, they’re also unbelievably soft, if that makes any sense. Hinata just seems to defy all rules of the universe, from his jumps to the feel of his hands.

They are a bit sweaty, though, which is kind of gross. But Hinata being gross is not an entirely alien concept to Tobio, so whatever.

“Your hands are really warm,” Hinata says suddenly in genuine awe, as if he doesn’t mean to say them out loud.

Tobio’s hands are not the only ones getting warm—he can feel the back of his neck and his ears prickle with heat. “And really big. And your fingers are super long.” Hinata adds.

Tobio is half a mind to withdraw his hand and pocket them into safety, if only to keep them away from scrutinizing large eyes and to save himself from spontaneously combusting. But it does seem to calm Hinata, so it’s a risk he just has to endure.

He faces the other boy—the whole distract himself thing isn’t really working, anyway. “Obviously, dumbass,” he jibes, “I’m bigger than you everywhere.”

Hinata just nods, then he’s silent for a moment, before whispering, “Is this weird for you?”

“What, that I’m bigger?”

“No, stupid,” Hinata says with a roll of his eyes. “I meant, this.” He gestures at their hand, lifting them and letting it drop in the space between their knees.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Tobio says, although he’s not really sure if he’s saying that to Hinata or himself. “You’re the one who asked for it.”

Hinata shrugs. “That’s different. I didn’t think you’d be up for it.” When Tobio doesn’t answer, Hinata sighs. “I-I mean, you normally do this kind of thing with…you know…” he trails, his pale cheeks quickly rising in color, eyes looking anywhere but at Tobio’s face.

“No, I don’t know,” Tobio says.

Amber eyes finally locking with blue ones, Hinata says in the softest voice, “You do this kind of thing with the person you like.”

“I do like you.”

It must be the work of altitude and oxygen and all the science-y stuff Tobio never paid any attention to in class because it’s the only logical explanation why his mouth decides to run off without his brain. He resists the urge to face palm himself hard enough to propel himself into the next dimension.

Hinata, understandably, stares at Tobio like he’s grown an extra head plus a tail. “You—like—what?!” he screeches, face and neck dousing in crimson red, and Tobio figures, he’s faring no better. “Y-you like me?!”

“I-I meant as a-a friend!” Tobio stammers, shouts, whatever. “As a friend and—and teammate! Dumbass!”

“I-I know that! I-It just surprised me!” Hinata shouts back, even as his face burns even deeper, redder than the sun settling behind the mountains.

Then he snickers, quickly turning into a full-on laugh.

“W-what? What’s funny?” Trying to sound demanding is hard when Tobio’s heart is lodged in his throat and with his entire body on fire.

Hinata snorts out a giggle, then he’s smiling at Tobio, radiant and flushed and—

Beautiful.

Here, trapped in a cramped, musty enclosed glass a hundred feet up in the air, Hinata—his rival, his partner, and if it isn’t obvious enough, the guy he’s been crushing on for months, looks achingly beautiful.

“Well, that makes me happy, because I like you, too!” Hinata exclaims.

Tobio has never really understood the expression ‘on cloud nine high,’ but he’s pretty sure this bursting feeling within his chest must be pretty damn close.

Then the beaming smile turns into a teasing smirk. “Even though you’re sometimes mean and violent and calls me dumbass more than my own name.”

And Tobio can’t help it, he smirks right back. “Dumbass.”

Their nonsensical argument of who likes who continues until the ferris wheel starts to turn and move again, continuing even after their feet touch the ground, as they zigzag their way among the crowd in search of their friends.

With Hinata’s hand still clutched over his.

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Thank you for indulging my request (begging) for a prompt! I have to apologize, though, this is not as good as I’d like to be, but it does help me ease out of my writing slump. I hope you enjoyed it nevertheless! ^o^

You can also read it on ao3 (with minor edits)

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