#and back to it's original green/gray color is real good

[xxcocothekillerxx]

Behind Locked Doors

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x FemReader

Summary: Y/N recently moved into a somewhat small town, Newt, In Texas with her father. Y/N's father thought this would be a good opportunity for them, since things got rough back in California. Little do they know the trouble that awaited them..

!THIS CHAPTER DOESN'T CONTAIN NSFW!

Warning: This series will contain 18+ content & material! NSFW situations and possibly TRIGGERING topics such as- Depression, stalking, blood & gore, manipulation, mention of kidnapping and small amounts of self-harm, such as scars/cuts.

{{ Please proceed with care if you're sensitive to ANY of these topics }}

Author's Note: This is my first time really writing NSFW stories / stories in general. Tips and tricks on how to improve my writing and overall layout are welcome, though keep it respectful please. Other than that please enjoy! 💋

💋Chapter 1: A new town💋

It's been over a week now since you and your father have moved to this small town. The feeling of warm, hot and heavy, air and slight stench of garbage filled your nose as you were cleaning and fixing up your room.

The house you and your father picked was interesting, to say the least. Its dull, gray and moldy wallpaper lined most of the walls around the house. Holes and cracks littered the corners of the old building, the windows barely holding up against the breeze that hit them from the outside. The rusty door knobs, simply waiting to give a poor unexpecting victim a staph infection, and the doors themselves are ready to fall off their hinges.

Although your father had fixed up the downstairs area pretty well, painting the walls in a faded out, pastel yellow. Re-painting the door to their original bright white, and fixing up the hinges so they wouldn't fall off. He also bought new kitchenWare, the stove and fridge were nearly brand new and he insisted they were 'fresh out of the factory'. A beautiful dark brown wood table, with matching chairs, sat in between the kitchen and the living room. A pot of lavender and pink poppies in a little white vase, with a sage green cloth underneath it, laid in the middle of the table. Family pictures hanging on parts of the walls, leading over to the living room where a shag carpet and old leather couch sat with those old style TVs.

Your room had (color) wallpaper, with old CDs and photos hung on the walls. You had a nice window and strung a spider plant about it, pinning some of its vines to the side with some books and some toys sitting on the window sill. Your bed was a decent size, enough to hold two people comfortably, and had soft and cozy (color) sheets. The wooden floor was covered with a shag rug, and large plants sat by your doorway and against your bookshelf. You were just finishing up cleaning up and lighting a candle when your father knocked on your door, slightly catching you off guard because you had music playing on your old radio, you quickly turned your music off and opened the bedroom door.

Your father stood there, he slightly adjusted his almost cartoonishly large glasses and then gave a gentle smile. "Hey sweetie.. sorry I don't mean to bother ya' , I just wanted to know if you wanted to come shopping with me real quick?" He joyfully explained, his goofy smile nearly going ear to ear as he looked at you.

"Uh…sure why not" a small smile appears on your face and you gently put down your headphones onto your desk, brushing your (color), hair back behind your ears. You really haven't been out much this week, and it could do you some good to get out for awhile. Your father gives an almost triumphant look as he quickly turns to walk down the hallway, his footsteps getting quieter as he gets further away.

You walked over to your dresser picking out a simple outfit, a teal color tie dye T-shirt, tied at the waist to give a crop top feel and bell-bottom jeans with little colorful flowers near the bottom of the legs and on the back pockets. You then put your white shoes on and headed downstairs to meet up with your father, grabbing some hair ties on the way out and putting them on your wrist before shutting the door behind you. Your father was waiting at the table while looking at a newspaper, his large glasses slightly tilted downwards as he read. His gaze lifted as he heard your footsteps, a gentle and warm smile appearing on his face as he got up from the table.

"Ready?" He says, keys in hand as he tilts his head slightly towards the door. You nod in response, walking towards the door as your father opened it for you. Walking down the steps of the porch, a warm and comforting breeze hits your face. The fresh air quickly running up your nose, a sense of relief from being so cooped up all week makes you feel good and refreshed. The bright blue sky and the sun, only covered lightly with scattered puffy clouds and chirping birds. You take in your surroundings for a brief moment. The sounds of the wind and birds filling your ears as your father walks past you towards the car, his bright striped shirt regaining your attention as you walk to catch up to him, making your way to the passenger side door and opening it. Your father started up the old, Cherry red, 1973 Pontiac Astre. The engine rumbles to life as your father rolls his window down to place his arm on the door, he adjusts the radio to his favorite channel and some new station comes on.

A man starts to speak through the light static “The search continues in Muerto County for a missing University of Texas student. The Sheriff’s department says that Maria Flores, a native of Uvalde, was last seen near the town of Newt more than two months ago. Her vehicle was recently discovered abandoned along Country Road 172, with officials reporting no signs of foul play. Authorities are hopeful that the expanded search into the nearby communities of Harlow and Chinatown will unearth new leads. Family and friends are urging anyone with information regarding her disappearance to please come forward.” The man then proceeded to introduce the forecast of the week and then quickly cut to a popular music station playing 'Can't get enough - Bad company'. You and your father give a concerned glance towards each other before your father starts to drive out onto the road. The wind blowing through your hair, the comforting breeze making you close your eyes and enjoy the ride. Aside from a few random roadkill on the road, the music played loudly in your ears as you slightly danced to yourself as your father jammed to the song and you enjoyed the car ride into town.

Soon you and your father enter the town. Your eyes couldn't help but look around, an old gas station and mechanic shop sat on the right side with some small buildings and stores littered behind them, a few apartment buildings and roller rink sat on the left side with a large school and church sat behind them. You took in the view, not many people were walking around except for a group of teenagers and some adults, some with their little ones, you then noticed the missing person posters scattered on the telephone poles. 'Must be that poor girl from the news station they mentioned' you thought, a sense of sadness slightly washed over you as you felt bad for her family and friends. Your eyes soon wandered over to an older gentleman, he was smiling as a few older lady's. He wore a yellow button up with a blue and red plaid coat, a yellow hat covered his brown hair that clearly was receding and was graying. He had a cane in his hand that he was slightly leaning against as he was, somewhat in a creepy way, talking to the two old ladies. His smile reminds you of a beaver as he talks, however you notice his gaze quickly rising to your car as you drive by, his smile quickly disappears as his locked eyes with you. You quickly felt yourself look away and down at your lap, you felt embarrassed for staring and quickly looked over to your father who was simply paying attention to the road while trying to find a parking spot.

As your father parked the car, he looked over and noticed your uneasiness. "Y/N? You alright?.." he opened the card or on his side, yet waited for your response and sat there. "Y-yea.. sorry" you chuckled, trying to push off the fact you stared at a random old man and got creeped out. Your father nodded and got out of the car, quickly meeting you on the other side as you got out yourself. "Well, I need to grab a few things from the general store and then the post office. Why don'tcha you go take a good look around town… I might be while so." Your father explained, and a big smile on his face and he gently patted your shoulder. You simply nodded as your father walked away to the general store, your eyes quickly wandered over to a clothing store and its bright luring colors. You started to walk down the sidewalk, humming to yourself when you take notice of the same old man you saw before, now sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, except you can't help but notice him side eyeing you from behind the newspaper. You felt a knot in your throat as you started to get close to him, he was sitting next to the store you wanted to go in. You have no clue why he was giving you the creeps, however you swallow your fear and give a warm smile towards the old man.

This seemed to slightly catch him off guard however and nearly made him shove his face into the newspaper, starting to grumble things underneath his breath.

"H-hello sir!" You slightly felt your heart race as the man raised an eyebrow and slowly looked towards you, his dark eyes giving a questionable look as if he was wondering why you're trying to talk to him. However he quickly snaps a smile at you and puts his newspaper down on the bench as he reaches his hand out for a shake. "Nice to meetcha lil' lady.. new around here?" His voice semi cracked as he spoke, you could hear a slight lisp too. "Yes I am.. My name is Y/N!, my father is also here with me.. he's just grabbing a few things" you nervously stated, you quickly shake his hand before politely cupping them together in front of you. The old man nodded as if he understood and or cared before standing up and giving that creepy beaver smile towards you. "Names Drayton, Drayton Sawyer.. My family lives in this town. Though most em ain't the social type…except that boy Johnny." He gave an annoyed look as he rambled, quickly stopping before giving an almost serious look towards you. "Welcome to the town.." he said, his eyes almost dark as he spoke. He then tipped his hat before walking away, you watched as he almost waddled away and then disappeared behind some buildings.

You calmed yourself down slightly before walking into the clothing store, a nice old lady behind the counter gave you a warm and welcoming smile. "Hello dear! Welcome.." she said, her gray hair in a bun behind her head, her sun kissed skin covered with wrinkles. She wore a pretty blue blouse with a blue floral skirt that hit her ankles and her dark blue flats, she adjusted her glasses to better see you as you walked in. You nodded as you looked around the shop at all the cute and somewhat old fashioned clothes, soon you hear three girls walk into the store. A red head wearing a pink plaid button that was tied up slightly above the waist and jean shorts, a dark Brunette with tanner skin wearing and baby blue blouse with a white floral pattern on the chest and tan bell-bottoms, and a dark Brunette wearing a red tank-top with a deep v-neck and yellow sunflower on it and blue jean bell-bottoms. The girls were talking and somewhat giggling to themselves as they walked around the store, although they looked like they were also seriously discussing something as well. They kept quietly chatting to each other before they took notice of you, giving small waves and warm smiles as they began to walk over towards you. The ginger girl quickly speaks up and puts out her hand "hello! My name's Connie! Are you new here??" Her smile warmly grew as you took and shook her hand, you gave her a warm smile back. "Yea.. me and my father live slightly out of town but we're practically on the edge." You said nervously, not knowing if they knew what you were talking about. Quickly the girl in the red v-neck tank top spoke up and said, "oh that old house!? I remember when a lil' old couple used to live there! Gosh! They were so sweet..my name's Julie by the way!" She giggled, and she gave a girly wave at you. You couldn't help but look at the middle girl, your brows slightly furrowed in worry at her quietness before Connie spoke up, "oh.. that's Ana, her sister went missing.. I'm sure you've already seen the posters around town by now." Her smile quickly faded while she spoke, Ana gave a quick half smile before turning around to look at the clothes on the wall. Julie gave a slightly worried look back at Ana before looking at Connie then back at you, "yea.. she's been in rough shape ever since. But she's been determined to find her…" Julie explained, before giving a big smile, "you should meet up with us at the roller rink tonight! It's always Nice to have new friends!" She yelled excitedly, jumping excitedly. Connie also seemed to get excited by this and nodded in agreement, her smile nearly blinding you with excitement. You smiled joyfully at the idea and soon nodded and agreed to join them later at the roller rink. You wanted to explore a little bit more before meeting up with your father again to tell him the news.

A few minutes pass and the three girls soon leave the building with you before they split off into a different direction than you, leaving you alone. You look around and decide to walk down towards the post office to meet up with your father, however as you were walking you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Your eyes darted around and yet you couldn't see anything, you looked behind you and still nothing. You started to walk slightly faster down the street, pushing the feeling off as just being in a new town. Soon enough you make it to the post office as your father is walking out the doors, mail and other papers in his name. He walks slowly as he's ready the envelopes and other pieces of paper, his glasses at the end of his nose and his eyebrows slightly raised as he reads and mumbles to himself. He quickly takes notice of you and fixes his glasses as he opens the car door and puts the mail in the glove compartment, a large smile on his face as you walk over towards the car. "Soooo?!... Anything exciting happens sweetie?" He smiled, his hand on the top of the car door as he leaned against it slightly. You nod and smile, opening your door on the passenger side and getting in. Your father soon follows and sits in the car, closing the door behind him. "Made some new friends!.. they want me to meet up with them later tonight at the roller rink.." you smiled, your father giving you a big hug before laughing triumphantly. "OH! I knew you could do it! Making me so proud.." he smiled before starting up the car and started to drive, you leaned up against the car door and let the wind start to blow through your hair, the feeling of being watched still stayed as you were starting to leave town. Your eyes widened and noticed a figure watching you pass by, an almost sinking feeling as you drove by filled your stomach. Soon the feeling leaves as you drive out of town, the radio blaring music and your father embarrassingly dancing to you. You chuckled to yourself bringing your attention to the sun as it slowly went down, the sky starting to turn pink and shades of purple, A smile slowly appearing on your face as you drove home.

Today was a good day, yet you couldn't shake a weird feeling about that town.

END OF CHAPTER 1

If you got his far, I sincerely hope you enjoyed chapter 1! I know nothing "exciting" happened in this one, however I promise it'll get more interesting as we continue! 💋💋💋

Special Thanks and inspiration - @lil-spider 💋❤️

//CHAPTER 2//

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[deada55]

The Clicking of the Chain (The Silence of the Lambs Parody) (#1 of 2)

for kloktober day 11: horror movie crossover

It's a parody, not a crossover, and I used a lot of the original script for this sequence to make sure it 'accomplishes' similar things for the main plot. I've always wanted to do this sort of thing... I like doing kloktober pieces that are for me more than the audience, but I hope you enjoy this retelling of one of the most quoted scenes in The Silence of the Lambs featuring Charles Offdensen and Magnus Hammersmith.

tws: body fluids, sexual harassment

At the bottom of the stairs was a left turn into a dingy cream-colored space kin to a car rental window at a crusty regional airport. A bulletin board held seven year-old thank you cards and a sign-in sheet for personal visitors. From a slim staff door came a short man in his sixties in an Orioles ball cap and white coveralls and an extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Mashed Potato Johnson. He told you, don’t get near the bars?” Damien Cornickleson’s footsteps were still volleying down the stairwell.

“Charles Offdensen.” He took the handshake with a bit of a dip. ”Yes, he did.”

“Okay. Past the others, he’s in the last cell. Stay to the middle, now. I put out a chair for you.” He pointed through the door to the gray wall of the corridor, where there was a security camera mounted to the wall. “I’m watching. You’ll do fine.”

His even steps echoed down the dim corridor, lined on one side with cameras and the other with iron bars holding back men of all sorts of shapes and sizes and muttering. Right before he’d reached the end of the hall, a green, black, and white blur threw itself against the bars, bearing wet, darkly streaked, yellow teeth. The white cast on his face rubbed off on the iron, and his crudely-colored green mane of matted frizz was trapped in his grip on the lock. 

“Cocaine!”

Charles flinched hard enough to set his glasses off-kilter, but he only stalled on a single step before he was standing squarely in front of Magnus Hammersmith behind bars.

His cell was kept more lit, and had the addition of nylon netting on the exterior side of the bars. The inside of Magnus’ cell was covered in swaths of butcher paper decorated with black and white modern art patterns of various scales, with or without interlocking phantograms of all manners of polygons. 

Charles cleared his throat and lowered the briefcase in his hands. “Mr. Hammersmith, my name is Charles Offdensen. May I speak with you?”

Magnus looked up from his magazine, eyes shining behind the tight waves of his hair. His ankles stretched at least a foot past the hem of his hospital pajamas and his skin, historically photographed to be a warm medium tone, was bleached and dusty from the windowless basement floor. Despite the menacing angles of his face, his voice was indignant, not commanding.

“And good morning to you, too,” he sneered, then went back to his reading.

Charles took another step forward.

“Magnus, we’re having a hard time with a case, and we believe you might have some guiding information. Do you mind answering a short questionnaire?”

“ ‘We’ being the Behavioral Science Unit at Quantico… But what’s a suit like you doing there? Huh? Fraud investigation wasn’t the thrill you expected?” He chuckled at his own joke and tossed the magazine on the floor with a resonant slap. “You’re one of Roy Cornickleson’s, I expect.”

“I am, yes.”

“Show me.”

Charles whipped his wallet out of his pocket and opened it to his IDs, holding them out in front of them.

“Closer, Charles. I have two eyes, but only one of them works.”

Charles clenched his teeth so he wouldn’t make a face and inched closer each time, but didn’t dare lean.

“Expires in a week. You’re not real FBI yet, are you?”

“I’m still in training at the Academy.” Charles pushed his glasses back up to his nose and squared his feet.

“Old Roy’s showing me off to a trainee? Well-”

“We’re talking about investigation, Magnus. You can decide for yourself if I’m qualified.”

“Smart, Officer Offdensen. Sit down.”

The rusted hinges of the chair bent when he sat down. If he were any heavier, he’d have been tipped into the floor. Magnus mirrored him and sat back down on his cot.

“Now, what did Rockzo say to you? Don’t look stupid– Dr. Rockzo, the Rock n’ Roll Clown in the next cell. He lunged at you. What did he say?”

“He said, uh, ‘cocaine’.”

“Of course he did. He does cocaine. Or did. Whatever. But you… you don’t have that kind of money, do you? You brought your best briefcase to see me today, didn’t you?”

Charles pulled at his tie before he remembered to stop himself. “Sure.”

“It’s better than your shoes, but not great. Not the cocaine type.”

“Not now, no.” Just like that, Magnus was out of things to say, and started to bounce his leg. The movement of his subway-sized foot was comical… if he had a pair of spoons in his hand, they’d click together nicely. The nervous bouncing on such a long, flimsy frame made him look like a dancing toy.

“Did you do those drawings?”

“Yes. Do you care much for contemporary art?”

“I’m not familiar… they allow you to keep a compass?” One of the works was a system of interlocking circles, some of them chained together in links, and others that looked like they were out of a spirograph.

“No. The scratching of the pen is what I have instead of a tune. Can’t let me get a hold on wood or string, can they?”

Charles looked down as if bowing his head in church before taking out a questionnaire from his briefcase. He held his chest higher.

“Magnus, if you’d please…”

“I’ve had my fair share of shrinks and investigators, Offdensen. You’ve been courteous, you’ve established trust and complimented my art, but this segue into your little survey is a bunch of bullshit. It’s boring, it’s stupid, and that’s not going to cut it.”

“I’m asking you to look at it. Either you will or you won’t.”

Magnus snorted and stretched his legs out in front of him, ankles crossed. “Roy Cornickleson must be strapped for time hunting down the ‘Metal Masked Assassin’ if he needs help from the likes of amateurs like you. Did he send you here to ask me about him?”

“No, I-”

“How many people has he used up so far, that Assassin?”

“Five, so far.”

“Flayed?”

“Partially, but that’s an active case, and I’m not involved, s–”

“Do you know why he’s called the Metal Masked Assassin? The newspapers don’t say.”

“I’ll tell you if you look over this form.” Charles passed it into a metal hatch which opened on Magnus’ side when the door to the outside was closed. Once Magnus picked it up, Charles began…

“It, uh, started as a joke, about wearing their faces, like that one movie…”

“And you can’t remember the title.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Right.” Magnus set the questionnaire on the cot beside him. “Show me what you have to offer. Why do you think he takes their skins, Officer Offdensen?”

“Uh, well, most serial killers take a trophy, sometimes for excitement or-”

“I didn’t.”

“You ate them.”

“So it would seem.” He smirked and picked the forms back up, only to begin tearing them in a frenzy that exploded out of nowhere but the air around them. As he struggled, his grunts and the struggling, shearing sounds of ripping copy paper volleyed in the stony ward.

“You think you’re so clever, so ambitious, don’t you Chuck? You’re a fraud dressed like a bourgeois bagman. Good nutrition has given you well-fleshed features, but you’re not more than one generation from salty white trash, are you? That New England accent you prune so delicately to hide all the junkiness of Maine fishmarkets– What was your father, huh? Did you have one, or did he roll from his bed into the sea like every other frozen drunk on his lobster boat? I bet the other boys without fathers found you just fine in locker rooms, with wound, wet towels and cracked lips, while all you could think about was a less physical path of being, of being at all… and power. Powerful as the F.B.I…”

“You see a lot, but are you strong enough to look at yourself? Write it on the piece of paper.”

“And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

“If you weren’t a coward.”

“You think you’re tough one, aren’t you?”

“... I decline to comment.”

“Oh, but you’d hate if I thought you were anything but superior! It’d break you to little fucking pieces. Don’t worry, Charles. If you hold your head high enough, everyone will assume you’re tall someday soon.”

“And the questions?”

Magnus turned his back. Charles leaned forward in his seat and slammed the door of the meal hatch open and shut again. Magnus was up and snarling at the bars in a flash. 

“A census taker once tried to test me, Charles. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti. I hope a degree from Harvard will help you piece together that fucking around making noise in a ward of prisioners and psychos won’t give you a bigger dick! Go back to school. The boys miss you!”

He retreated from the bars to stand in front of one of his works, and Charles took his invitation to leave.

“Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo!… Dr. Rockzo don’t feel so good. Ohh, it hurts, it’s all infected, shit all over this mess, ooh-hoo! K-k-k-lookit-”

When Charles paused at the cry, he took half a load of semen into his face from Rockzo’s hand. While he howled, Magnus bellowed, “You stupid fucking clown!” Charles fumbled in his pockets for a frayed pink tissue and tried not to let the clown’s cum anywhere closer to his eyes and mouth. Just when he’d passed Dr. Rockzo’s cell and saw the light streaming in from the room he was in before, away from the din rising up in the corridor, he heard Magnus shouting above them all.

“Officer Offdensen!”

With burning eyes and sharp features as contorted and pinched as the acid-trip Devil that leads partygoers to slit their wrists or jump out of bedroom windows, Magnus stood again at the bars of his cell. Charles hurried himself back over, although he couldn’t see further than his armspan while he carefully wiped the body fluids off the lens of his glasses. 

The veins in Magnus’ neck were thick as snakes. “Look, I didn’t want that for you. Excretions are disgusting to me, and bad manners-”

“Then do the survey for me.”

“No, but I’ll do you one better. Advancement. Go to Split City, check on an old bandmate of mine, Ravenwood. Just like you think it’s spelled. Now leave. I don’t think Dr. Rockzo could manage again so soon, even if he is crazy. Don’t wait around to see– Go!”

#my writing #metalocalypse fanfic #magnus hammersmith #charles offdensen #dr rockso #kloktober2023

[maycat-19-142]

Shoto todoroki x reader license exam

A/n: enjoy

⚠️: fem reader, fighting, your hand getting held randomly, kissing, you calling him sho, and spoilers. Let me know if I missed anything

Quirk- magic-you can do anything that scarlet witch can

Non of the characters or quotes are mine they belong to the original creator that said don't steal my work ©️Maycat-19-142 2023

Part1/part2/part3/part4

You got off the bus to see a lot of other schools. You walked with you friend mina and momo. Mineta was freaking out as you stood in front of the bus. Todoroki got off before you so yiu walked over to him while kina walked to jiro.

"If you can get your licenses you will become chick in the hero world." Aizawa said calmly as you nodded. I can't wait to be hero chicken" kaminari said happily. "Let's do the usual you guys" Kirishima said pumping his fist in the air.

A boy around your age with a head one walk up behind him and yelled "plus ultra"

You turn your head more to see 2 more students in the same uniform. "It is not good to jump in to other people's huddle inasa." The first boy said "I'm sorry" he proceeded to slam his head im the group, making you jump a bit back.

"Who is this" kaminari asked

"Hey there from the famous school on the other side of Japan" Kirishima said

"UA in the wast shiketsu in the east" you and bakugou's said. Deku looked shocked to see the other school students. "I love UA high" inasa said "he had the highest scores in the recommendation category but he turned down UA for shiketsu" aizawa said

"He is our age" deku asked in shock again as he looked over to todoroki who was looking calmly at the boy. You thought to yourself "he got the top spot so he's better than shoto. Wow"

The class walked away as you heard a female voice say "eraser I'd know that scowl anywhere, I saw you on TV at the sports fest but it has been a while since we were this close" a woman with green hair said

"She looks familiar" deku said to himself.

"Let's get married" the woman said. Aizawa just reply with a flat "no"

"Haha you're a real laugh riot buddy" she laughed as aizawa and your class just stared at her. "Stop joke" aizawa said

"Thats ms.joke" you said

"Her quirk is outburst which makes people laugh" deku said quietly

"Come on if I was your wife you would have a life of constant laughter" joke said happily

"That is a nightmare" aizawa said

"Yall are close" tyu said

"As young heroes we had a shared love that bloom" she said love sickly

"Nope" aizawa said

"You're my favorite person to tease future husband" joke said

"So joke if you hear" aizawa started

"Yup my class is here" she said "this is UA guys"

A group of older students walked over and some looked shock and others looked tired. "2nd years" joke said "this is class 2"

A boy with fluffy black hair walk up to you and deku and grabbed your hands "hi I'm yo shindo I'm a big fan" you pulled you hands back and wiped them on your uniform and you took todoroki hand instead. The boy just started to talk to deku while yiu and todoroki just stood together while holding hands.

Till and girl with blond hair came up to todoroki and ask for an autograph "you were so cool at the sports festival." She said. Todoroki like looked confused

"Get your costumes and head to orientation." Aizawa said as you picked up your costumes box and started to walk with shoto. Yiu got changed and walk on to the main room. Your costumes was a black body suit with knee lingth shorts and a [favorite color] trench coat with cut outs of leather and lace on the sleeve. You have a pair of white boot and finally and gray and white chunky belt.

"Ok let's get started I'm from rh public safety commission names mara" mara said "my sleep schedule is messed up and I haven't slept in a while. With that I'll begin orientation. 1450 people compete in a free for all exercises or whatever. Since stan was brought in many have lost faith in heros. But when yiu think about it if your going to rick your life you should get payed right. That they way the world works God i could use a coffee anyway we have to many hero in the streets to keep villains at bay. Honestly how long it takes from start to end it so short so yiu will be in a mess. The slowest will fail that is what you will do today the first 100 with pass

"I thought the pass rate was half not less than 10%" momo said confused

"I'm getting nervous" you and jiro said together.

"Well the world is pretty crappy" said mara "I think I should say good luck so basic rules and examine with have 3 targets on the body and the targets with light went his with a orange ball. You must hit 2 peoples targets and if 2 are lit up and you hit it you will get the point."

The room just started to open the ceiling fell to the ground and so did the walls they opened like a box. "Wow" you said looking around the arena

"Do you best or not what ever" mara said

You got your targets and put them on your belt, stomach, and sternum. You got the ok to run out so you ran with tyu and momo while todoroki went on his own. You chose to work with the rest of your class but you stayed close to jiro and tyu. "Every one know our powers" deku said

"The sports fest" you said and slapped your self in the face as you ran with your class. Then the test started with the sound of a horn.

You saw many schools incircle your class. You recognize the boy and girl of class 2 along with there class mates. They started to thought the orange balls at you and your class. You made sheld around your self and a few members of your class. Yiu look up to see dkeu doing is move "full cowling"

You and your classmates protected your self as the test started. A boy with ue skin made 2 balls rock hard then he passed them to a boy with black long hair. He sent them underground to hit your class.

Jiro made a heart beat distortion wave b with her speakers. It broke the ground. The balls almost got mineta but mina blocked them with "acid vale". Yiu saw tokoyami almost hit the girl from earlier but she sucked in on herself like a turtle. You covered 3 balls in energy and thought then at a boy with red hair from class 2 they hit his's targets and got him out. 1 out 1 to go.

The boy from class 2 named shindo made the ground violently shake causing your class to be broken up to to meny groups. You ended up with momo, tyu, jiro, and shoji. You all walked around trying to find people to target and shelter from being targets.

You ended up in a office building that was empty or so you thought. "56 people have passed" you heard over the intercom.

"Any luck shoji" tyu asked as he listened around the office building. Yiu looked over to jiro who was listening in the office building as well. "It no use shoji" said "I can't see of her anyone from our class did you hear that less than half the spots are open."

"Yes I hope our classmates pass" momo said and you nodded in agreement. "I can't feel any present on the floor" you say feeling for minds around you. "Shhh" jiro said "I hear four people coming up the stairs"

"Are they planning on attacking us" shoij asked juro shrugged in response "I wonder why there are just 4" tyu asked.

"All the other schools are larger group than that" momo said "they are not stopping on the the other floors" said jiro

Then she jumped back holding her ears as the room was blasted with loud music. Shoji put his ear to the wall and said "it's not bad for be but the shock for jiro was probably bad"

Jiro was in momo lap as momo trying to help her stand up from the shock. "They must know her quirk" you said "this is a planned attack"

You then saw something hit the windows so you made a sheld over the windows. "They are trying to trap us" momo said "then attack as a group" tyu said. "Yes they are already probably closed to us."

Jiro got up to attack the door but something hit with windows and broke your shield and hit jiro's ear and amp. "Does it feel cold to you " shoij asked "yup" you and momo said. They were closing the windows and they locked the doors. Tyu fell over but shoij stopped he fall. "She is going in to hibernation" you said. As momo made a blanket to keep her warm

You lower your self down to your knees to make your self smaller to help with keeping in heat. You watched momo as she thought about what she should do. "Why aren't making anything" jiro asked

Momo said calmly "they want me to to use my quirk till I'm not able to move. They lowered the air to take out tyu, and to district [lastname] from her quirk, the window had been covered to stop shoji and jiro's ear is hurt." She said

"If we stay we will get taken out" jiro said as momo kept thinking "everyone hold on i bit longer." Momo said as he opened her dress to make headphones. To took a pair an put a pair on your self and a pair on tyu.

Momo then stated to make a large amp for jiro to use her good ear to shock them "this is shaking me up" you said as you held to the headphones on your head.

You opened the door and saw many girls on the floor. Then momo was dragged in the room with a woman from the group. You forced the door open and tyu rapped he tongue around the girls hand. " why did yiu come back" the girls said

"Because at UA we protect our friends" you said as the girl gave up and momo hit her targets. You walked over to a spot with a girl and you hit her targets. You had passed round one.

You and your group walked into the zone with the people that passed. You saw todoroki standing on his own and you walked up to him. "Sho you passed" he moved his head and meet you [color eyes] "yes and so did you I'm proud."

"I'm proud of you too" you say as he leans in to kiss you on the lips. It was short and sweet. You shocked he even held your hand earlier because the one PDA you do is in private.

You hear momo call to you for the removal of the targets so you walk away and get them removed. Then you return to todoroki with momo, jiro, tyu, and shoji who was following momo. The 4 of you talked about what was going one during the exam so far. You saw the boy that turned UA down watching you and your class mates. he just looked at you when you made eyes contact. You gave a small amwave buy he ignored you.

After that rest of your class arived yiu at talked about what happened and what you thought was next part was. The kids from shiketsu were walking away after talking about a good school relationship till todoroki said "you with the collar, did I offend you some how" your eye tracked inasa. At least that is what you thought aizawa called him earlier. He turned around and looked at todoroki.

"Oh no I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings, well son of Endeavor I just can't help but hate both of you. You have changed since the first time we met. You have your fathers eyes" inasa said coldly.

You walked over from you conversations with uraraka and put a hand watched todoroki. He had told you above his scars and his father a few weeks ago so this must have hurt him. Rhe tension was so thick you could cut it till one of inasa's upper classman asked "every thing ok" inasa just started to nod

"Todoroki" deku walked up to where you and todoroki were standing but then a girl with blond hair said "see ya" and mineta and Kaminari Started in interrogat deku.

"Shoto are you ok" you asking talking his hands and facing him. Eyes meeting at a common level

"Yes [nickname] I'm ok" he was obviously not but you don't press the issue any more. Then the bell of the next text went off and you got ready to begin. The story was the city was attacked and you had to save people from ruble and get them to a med center.

You ran out to see a destroyed city. You went to a pile of rubble with your classmates and found a boy with some injuries "hi are you ok, what is your name" you asked the boy

"I'm toya" he said "and I have a broken arm" he showed you his arm which looked broken. You picked him and took him to the medical station. When you got there and put him down he yelled "you gotta tell me when you're going to pick me up minus 1 point." "Ok" you said before telling the other students at the station what happened to him and going out back to the rubble to get the next round of people.

You, Mina, tyu, torū, and todoroki went over the the river area to help get people out of the river and rabble around it. You help lift a older woman with your quirk.

Then you saw villains. Not really it was gang orca who was a hero. You put up a shild around you and the people you were rescuing. As you moved them to the medbay. You moved to the medbay and ran back to help. You took a longer bat villain free path to the medbay. As you see villains charging the medbay. You made a sheld over the medbay as you help,ojiro mina,and deku moves people to the new med zone.

You kept moving and tried to ignore the villain and help calm down the little girl in your arms as you ran to the new medbay. Yiu saw todoroki and inasa fighting on the battle feld. To tried to ignore it and in the end you did.

Soon the test ended and the heros won. You went to the girls locker room and got changed in to your school uniform. You walked out with your bestfriends jiro and momo with you hero costume cases in hand as you walked to the area that would tell you if you passed or not.

You listened to the speeck of mara and yiu were told to find your name in alfabetical order. You scanned that names and saw you passed. You jumped up and down with uraraka as you both passed. Then you looked over for your classmates and oh no you don't see todoroki.

Shoto todoroki one of the best in the class failed his hero license exam. You looked over to him and he looked with a cold look in his eyes. Inana walked over to todoroki and told him sorry and again slammed his head in the ground. Shoto replied "your fine I'm the one that got us to a bad start and thanks to what you said i have a lot to think about"

"Looks like the class hierarchy is falling" mineta said climbing todoroki shoulder. You quickly smacked him on the neck as he fell off todoroki iida caught him. "Hey sho are you ok" you asked for the 2nd time today involving inasa. Shoto just nodded. Again he was not ok

"Now we with give you the print outs of your scores" said mara. The worker stated to pass out the papers you got yours and OH MY LORD you got a 92 that was exactly high for the grading process. You saw yiu needed to work on speed and assessing the scenario more before diving in.

"Now to the people that passed yiu have prohero authority in an emergency situation. Use it well" mara said seriously. "You have so much more to learn so work hard to the people that failed you have that chance to retest after a 3 month long training course to get a license." There we're so many cheers and todoroki looed shock at the note of rhe course. Mineta was talking about todoroki not talking the test so the hierarchy continues to fall.

You got your pictures taken and got your license. To took an photo with your phone and put the license in your phone case to keep it safe and with you.

"Hey hey" you hear and turned your head to see inasa he was running at your class at full speed and yelling. "Todoroki I'll see you at the special course but it still don't like you, sorry."

"We'll make the best if it" todoroki said as he watched inasa run back to his class

I don't know how many of these todoroki x fem hero course reader I'll do because they take forever but it enjoy them so if there popular I will make more. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #mha #my hero academia #todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader fluff #todoroki x y/n

[phantasmagoriaoriginals]

Here There be Monsters: Creature Basic Intros (Part 1)

Fireweed/Misha

Navka, she/her.

A Creature formed from the memory of a deceased human and allowed to "re-live" her life for a hundred years, Fireweed's original self starved to death in the burnt remains of her hometown. She never was that person, really, but the memories feel real.

Quiet, reclusive, and silently pessimistic, Fireweed generally has a poor opinion of everything and everyone around her. She's afraid of suffering, and yet, it's impossible for her to let injustice against others slip by. Despite appearing reserved and self-centered, she cares about others far more than herself. She's soft-hearted and highly compassionate underneath it all.

5'2. Short, scrawny, and bony. Messy, shaggily cut, dull blonde hair with white tips (at first). The color later changes to light gray with blonde tips. Unhealthily pallid skin, perpetual dark circles under her eyes, and a constant melancholy scowl. Deep, raised, raw scars covering her back from her shoulders to her tailbone.

Red Sky

"Kami", she/her.

An unknown type of being that only qualifies as a Creature for lack of a better term. Incomprehensibly powerful, she was sealed for centuries as the only means of keeping her destruction in check... and it's unknown how she's now being controlled.

Perpetually serene and eerily calm, Red Sky is the picture of unfeeling elegance and inhuman composure. However, she has a dangerous appetite for destruction and a complete disregard for the lives of other living things, both barely kept contained. Entirely immortal, she knows she'll outlive everything that holds her back now, so she's content with biding her time and allowing the Mages their inconsequential pretense of power over her.

5'11. Tall, willowy build with long limbs and a narrow torso. Elegant, eerily symmetrical features, and always wearing a serene smile. Azure eyes and light skin, with a beauty mark to the side of her mouth. Straight, silky, crimson-red hair that falls almost to her knees. Perfect posture and graceful movements.

Larkspur

Puca, he/him.

A shapeshifting Creature of ambiguous morals and a troublesome tendency for mischief. While he's not malicious, he's also not particularly attached to any human standards of "good" or "bad". Aloof and disconnected in a polite, unassuming sort of way.

Polite, unobtrusive, and seemingly mild-mannered, Larkspur presents the image of an intelligent and capable, yet gentle and unambitious person. Beyond that, though, he's a fickle troublemaker who prioritizes entertainment over sticking to any particular morals. He'll help others when it suits him, but he'll just as quickly act only for his own benefit and amusement.

5'7. Slight, unassuming build, with careful posture and a way of always fading into the background. Fair skin, fine, almost androgynous features, and a charming smile. Deep, forest-green eyes and dark brown, chin-length, straight hair, usually worn parted neatly down the middle. Dresses sharply.

Makhaira

Manticore, she/her.

A powerful, human-eating Creature who lived as something of a nomad before joining the Organization. Far older than her carefree personality makes her seem, a playful, passionate front hides a surprising amount of wisdom and strength.

Outwardly a passionate, upbeat person with a rather rough demeanor, Makhaira is one of the more pleasant Creatures... at least on the surface. She values her strength and dislikes allowing herself to act on her innate, violent instincts, but while she's generally friendly and approachable, she's capable of a frightening amount of damage when something earns her ire.

5'4. Short, stocky build with heavy muscle and wide shoulders. Dark, warm-toned skin, hazel-green eyes, and expressive, intense features. Thick, golden blonde hair worth close-shorn on one side, and long and wild on the other, with two thin braids (one red, one green) twisted amongst the fluffy mess.

Rothberg

Lesser Grossman, he/they.

A Creature with the unfortunate ability to influence human minds and warp their contents. This ability goes out of control when he's stressed (which is often), and he despises the harm he causes others... if only because it means that he's hated.

Anxious, timid, and distinctly spineless, Roth is cowardly and high-strung despite his intimidating appearance and devastating abilities. He dislikes conflict and drawing too much attention, but his constant stress only brings negative effects upon anyone who gets too close. His innate nature thrives on suffering, but he's too weak-willed to act on those instincts often, if at all.

6'8. Tall, spindly build with awkwardly lanky limbs. Sharp, narrow features, dark eyes, and a permanent expression of nervousness etched into his face. Dull, dark purple hair kept in a slightly shaggy and overgrown bowl cut. Anxious, tense posture; always hunching and shrinking into himself as if he's trying to hide.

Skorpion

Rakshasi, she/her.

A human-eating Creature made for destruction and brutality, with a limitless appetite and a matching craving for violence. Her impulsive pursuit of such pleasures are only restrained by the Mage who sealed and thus controls her abilities.

Rather than thinking about her actions, Skorpion does whatever is fun in the moment. She's highly aggressive, easily provoked, and even her definition of "playing" is far too rough for anyone's liking. Violence is the only thing she knows— whether cruelty or affection, she filters the world through pain and brutality. She's living by her instincts alone, though, not any sort of hatred for others.

6'4. Tall, broad-shouldered build, all lean muscle and visible strength. Ruddy-hued, warm brown skin, red eyes with black sclera, and viciously sharp teeth. Hip-length, coal-black hair with a thick, somewhat fluffy texture, usually worn in a high ponytail. Shockingly agile, and always sporting a ferocious grin.

Magnolia

Rex Vampiris, she/her.

The highest level of the three vampiric species, and more than a little arrogant because of that. While her human appearance is lovely and her behavior is well-controlled, she's a predator at heart... and every so often, that shows through.

Poised, direct, and well-mannered, Magnolia comes across as a refined, confident lady who knows exactly what she's capable of. While she can be haughty and overly particular, she's also practical, grounded, and surprisingly honorable. Despite her ladylike, dignified exterior, she has a short temper underneath it all, and is prone to snarkiness and petty behavior.

5'7. Stocky, curvy build with a soft, feminine shape. Fair, pink-toned skin, bright, yellow-green eyes with long, thick lashes, and sweet, doll-like features. Thick, wavy, pale rose-pink hair, reaching past her waist. Prominent canine fangs that stick out over her lower lip. Takes care of her appearance, always presentable.

Suu

Merman (kind of), he/they.

A merman-like Creature of uncertain species. Guesses range from "water spirit" to "river god", but even he doesn't seem to be too certain... or care too much. He and Omen' are from the same island, and have been close friends for decades.

Simply put, Suu is stupid. Simple-minded, laid-back, and generally oblivious, he floats through life doing whatever he pleases and caring little for any consequences. It's as easy to make him happy as it is to earn his ire, but his emotions are fickle and fade away like the tides. He doesn't like to think about difficult things— and he tends to isolate himself through sheer disinterest in most of it.

6'6. Slim, lanky build that holds far more lean muscle than it appears. Angular features that hover between pretty and slightly inhuman; perpetually slitted eyes and a broad grin with too many teeth. Shoulder blade-length, sleek, inky black hair that's left loose and untrimmed. Swaying, eerie movements.

Omen'-On-Nu

Kapre, he/him.

A tree giant from a remote, isolated island, which he shares with Suu. The two have been close friends for decades, although their opposing personalities often lead to bickering. Since he enjoys company, he's glad to be under the Organization's employment.

Jovial, easygoing, intellectual, and carefree to a fault, Omen' is the kind of person who favors philosophical thinking and deep conversations over too much action of any kind. He's generally social, but has a particular weakness for women, especially those who share his interests. He dislikes unnecessary conflict, yet has a secret fondness for lighthearted tricks.

6'1. Dark, thick hair kept fairly short, with a well-groomed, fluffy beard along his jaw. Deep, forest-green eyes that glow like embers when in low light. Rugged, handsome features, laugh lines around his eyes, and a jovial grin that eases any ill mood. Strong, solid build with heavy muscle, thick limbs and torso.

#Here There Be Monsters #Fireweed #Red Sky #Larkspur #Makhaira #Rothberg #Skorpion #Magnolia #Suu #Omen On Nu #Character Info

[inkdragonworks]

Ng Poppin looks NOTHING like a ladybug outside his spotted shell. I'm honestly more curious how you came up with his design and maybe what type of ladybug he is? (Happy new years and btw massive fan of your work.)

Usually when I design characters, I focus more on what looks more appealing to me (and easier to draw) rather than making sure they perfectly represent what species they're based on. There's no real deeper reason for it other than preference, especially if it's what I consider a main/hero character, something I would have to draw constantly.

I think the best example of this is Sonic. I seriously doubt anyone would associate his design with a hedgehog as their first guess but what's more important is he has an appealing, recognizable silhouette that's able to express different poses and emotions (he himself was influenced by Felix the Cat's design, but that's getting off topic).

Another example is my waitress character Carrie. Her only crab-like feature is her claws, so she often gets mistaken for a cat or a dragon.

While I could (and have tried, for fun) to make her more crab-like, I like how she looks already and people find her cute, so I stick with that.

I don't have Poppin's original drawing anymore, but I recall he was originally made to be a side-character, and the initial idea was his "shell" would act as a coat.

(he's on the right, left is an older fairy-based Jupa)

As I was fleshing out that story and fleshing out these two, I started molding them into being a pair similar to Banjo-Kazooie, and wanted to make them more expressive. So Poppin's fake wing-coat turned into an actual coat, with his wings taking on a reduced shape similar to a backpack.

While not consciously intended, you can definitely notice a similarity to Invader Zim, which was one of my favorite shows and an early influence on my artwork from way back then. So older stuff used to have big heads and thin bodies, shapes that were more abstract and sharp, the eyes. His wings being small and round are similar to Zim's PAK.

(though here, I was trying to distinguish them before not really liking it)

I played around with their colors a lot. He was green originally, I think I just didn't want to go with black-red ladybug colors because it was too dark? At one point I decided to try white because it was opposite of black, and because pure white didn't look good I tried out different off-whites, starting with gray, gray-blue, and then settled on a purple tint.

There's been a bit of history with Poppin and Jupa's color changes, but I settled on them sharing 3 colors (red, blue, orange) to represent their partnership and cohesion, while possessing unique ones (poppin = purple, jupa = green and yellow) to distinguish them while like, representing the full colors of the rainbow when you put them all together. It seemed like a cute idea to me. It's difficult to talk about just one of them cause they're designed as a pair.

Canonically, Poppin's colors are considered unusual for a ladybug, so it is acknowledged in universe and he's often mistaken for other stuff (ant, alien). His father looks more like a normal ladybug, so he likely gets it from his mom, who is a butterfly. He's definitely not based on a specific species of ladybug.

#poppin #jupa #character designs #my stuff #my art

[odysseywritings]

Interviewing the Sorceress

@flashfictionfridayofficial

She caught my eye with her colorful purple clothes, half her hair jet black and half white, and a collection of gold trinkets that had no obvious origin, such as a cyclops and a three headed alien. For privacy, her real name and location have been omitted, yet her van had an elaborate painting of a wizard surrounded by trees. She appears to be born in the 50s yet her energy is youthful and loose.

My dad fought in the Second World War, and he never shook that off, so I grew up a military brat. I went across the states but also Germany. And everywhere I went, I saw premonitions coming from anything at any time. I didn't think about them a lot until they came true. It started off small with what food would be in school or what buildings I'd see. You couldn't say this stuff out loud or you'd be labeled insane so I kept it inside like a good little patriot.

Then bombs showed up nearly every week, us being the "Duck and Cover" generation, and I had this growing anxiety that the world would end. It made me cold and violent toward anything and anyone, small or big. Why bother being good if the world would turn to fire and rubble before I could drive or get my first kiss?

My teenage years had me running away a lot, meeting outcasts, smoking, bussing with rock stars, joining protests, all that. I dabbled in tarot and psychedelics, but what I saw was different, more real. By the 70s, I'd go through these invisible doors that would open up.

When did you realize you were entering these doors?

They would be around corners: alleys, woods, interiors. I didn't feel anything change on my body, but I felt I was in a transient state. Like a caterpillar turning into mush in a chrysalis. Suddenly, I was no longer in my world. It was like being in an alien planet in those hokey B-movies. (laughs)

People looked the same, but the fashion was radical, people were teleporting in these phone booth things, and robots were much more life-like. And before I knew it, I'd flip back to the world of tie dye and an energy crisis.

Some people claim to be abducted by aliens. Do you think you experienced a similar fate?

Oh, goodness, no. I didn't see any little green or gray men. I always felt like I stayed on Earth. The free love movement and sexual revolution made the culture shock easier to absorb, but it was overwhelming at first. As the 80s went on, and progress was slowing down, I felt a longing to go back. I was so tired of people being cruel and dumb, getting obsessed with yuppie greed, settling down in unhappy marriages and jobs. Things were becoming hazy and I wondered if there was any optimism.

It took a few years before another door opened and I couldn't wait! Everything was even more futuristic. There was no smog, no poverty, no real divisions. People had magic, or some kind of advanced technology, where they could just create things out of thin air!

I spent so much time in that future, I left my old one for... I think, 8 years. In that time, I could feel the universe and grab all the atoms. They could be weaved and crafted like a sewing kit for any problem. Viruses, fuel shortages, broken bones, hunger, all gone. I didn't worry about survival like I used to, and I studied and traveled with all the time in the world. I even trained to be an astronaut!

I could see so much of the galaxy and beyond. Even in space, the most terrifying and lonely place, I felt secure knowing I was closer to knowing life in its entirety.

What made you decide to return here?

I didn't want to learn everything while I was still healthy. What else would I do besides get bored to death? I'm over 70 but I haven't felt this young before. All the regrets, shame, anger, confusion, and pessimism in my youth are so distant that they belong to someone who doesn't exist anymore.

What matters is that I keep doing new things, making the impossible happen, and delivering the truth to others. I know I seem like a crazy old lady, but you can find doors to enter if you turn your head around the corner, and discover a new way to live life when everything seems to drag you down.

Thank you for taking the time for this interview.

My pleasure, dear!

#writeblr #creative writing #interview fiction #fantasy #sci fi #mywriting #njm

[camspicvault]

Retirement isn't what you Think it Means

FANDOM: ANIMAL CROSSING NEW HORIZONS

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 2020-05-18

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Walt didn’t normally get up this early but his back was KILLING him.

He wasn’t one to take pain meds for it either. The kangaroo was a holistic fella, or at least he liked to think so. The only medication were his stretches and the shitty sake he and Kabuki had imported in from the nearest mainland port. They still had friends there, despite being officially ‘retired’.

He was still a sleepy wreck, having spent all night lounging with Kabuki on the beach, talking about the good old days, when they were both young and stupid. Talking about the days when they were a couple of young idiots, their old fights and flings. Walt splashed his face in his sink, groaning and rubbing his graying muzzle fur with his calloused paws. Scars all over his arms, like badges of honor, were quickly covered up by bandages. ‘For training purposes’, he always told the Island Representative. He wasn’t lying, per say. Just telling them what they needed to hear. That was that.

He’d towel down and shuffle his tired old body to the kitchen, a sparse place where only the essentials were kept. Walt would stuff some toast down his maw for now. A proper breakfast could happen after he’d had some stretches.

It was still early, yes. 6 am, according to the clock he’d had on his wall. The summer air was still chilled from the night before, a refreshing start to an otherwise hot day. He could feel it. His left leg always felt better when the days were hot. He was sure that Kabuki would be complaining about his right arm, how the heat made it itch and such.

“He’s still probably asleep. Lucky.”

Walt liked the island life. It was calm. Peaceful. A beat up old piece of kangaroo flesh like him could walk to and from the beach without anyone so much as batting an eye. And goodness knew that their Island Rep was a hard worker. Built this place from the ground up herself. When he’d moved here, he’d chosen to live up and away from everyone, so as to keep to himself. But that brat Representative… She’d insisted on decorating the space near his house. Bamboo was planted. Bamboo furniture and stone lanterns were put out along a natural land bridge. A waterfall was even dug out from the hill above his home.

Despite everything, he’d liked it. She didn’t need to do all this. But she did because she wanted to.

His strolling would take him to the northmost part of the island. The ‘secret’ beach here had been given a ramp down to it, allowing ease of access without a confounded ladder… There were even some benches set out, and telescopes that cost 100 bells to peek through at other islands. There were pretty little iron benches and tables, painted brown and green. The Island Rep had just moved a house where the vending machines had been, so now they weren’t just a stone’s throw from his door. A shame, but the neighbor, Annalisa, was nice enough. A real sweetheart. Her windows were dark, with a note on the door…

But that wasn’t what caught his eye.

What caught his eye was Kabuki.

The red and white cat was stood at the top of the ramp, arms folded as he just. Stood there. Not moving a muscle. He was in his old actor’s yukata, the red and silver one he liked to wear in the mornings. An ear flicked towards him despite Walt stopping in his tracks, signaling wordlessly that Walt’s presence was known. The kangaroo never felt the need to sneak around the cat though. They had been through enough.

“You’re up early.” Walt said, approaching the cat and standing at his side. “What’s the occasion?”

“See for yourself.” Kabuki flicked his head towards the small beach. There was… a boat here. A dingy, shitty little boat, belching black smog from the pipe up top. It looked INCREDIBLY cheap, like it had been through enough hurricanes to shatter the biggest freighters. It was almost a miracle that it was still floating at all. But…

It was flying some colors that Walt was not happy to see.

“...Ginkgo leaf. Of course it’s Redd.” Kabuki continued, shaking his head and stomping down the ramp towards the ship. “That son of a bitch, who does he think he is...”

“Easy, easy.” Walt would follow, wincing as he reached out to grab his companion. “You don’t wanna just go waltzing onto that vessel unprepared. You know how Redd is.”

“Yeah, and I know he’s not welcomed here. Not after he left us both high and dry, Walt. Stay out of my way, I’m gonna kick that stupid kitsune into the sea.” The cat bristled, yanking his shoulder away from his neighbor and practically darting on all fours up the gangplank. The cat banged his curled up paw on the side of the main cabin, the clang of his knocking ringing out through the secluded area. “REDD. REDD I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. GET OUT HERE. RIGHT NOW.”

“Yeah sure, wake up the entire island, loudmouth.” Walt would stop short of the gangplank, while Kabuki would proceed to kick at the metal siding, “You know, I know you were always better at negotiating, but you’ve gotten pretty hotheaded with age. What happened to the refined and poised cat who could get you to change your mind with his smile and soft words?”

“He got old and cranky, that’s what! Redd, I’m gonna storm in there of you don’t come out right now!” Kabuki practically yowled, banging on the siding in a furious attempt to get the owner’s attention…

“Okay, that’s enough.” He’d march up and drag the irate cat down onto the sand.

“What the-! UNHAND ME, WALT.”

“No, no. Stop. Calm.” He’d bring a paw down onto the cat’s head, petting him and shushing him. “Calm, Kabuki. Calm. Shhhh.” Walt would ignore the hissing and flailing from the crotchety old cat, just petting his neighbor’s head until he’d settle down. “I know. You and him have bad blood. But we can’t get worked up until we know what he wants, alright?”

“Well! Aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes!”

The pair would look up, and see Redd standing there at the top of the ramp. Apparently he’d not been onboard after all… “Kabuki! Walt! It’s been a dog’s age! How has life been treatin’ ya, hmmm?” The kitune just snickered as he walked down to meet them on the beach. He didn’t seem terribly bothered by the rage radiating off of Kabuki, as Walt continued to hold him back. “Come in, come in! I just finished business here, so I have time to chat.” He’d stroll past, unhooking the flap covering the entrance to the boat from a peg, allowing it to roll up.

As Redd descended into the depths of his vessel, Kabuki looked to Walt, brows furrowed and yellow eyes narrowed. “...I’m gonna end him. Don’t try and stop me.”

“I have to. You made me promise to stop you if you ever tried.”

“Yeah? Well, for Redd, you’d better break that promise.”

“Kabuki.”

“What? Ugh, when did you get all levelheaded and boring? Fine. I’ll… hear him out. For your sake.”

“Good. My back’s already hurting, I don’t need to make it worse by trying to keep you from going to jail on murder charges.” Walt would let the cat go, and dusted himself off as Kabuki shook himself. Just to remove all the tension within his body…

“We’re technically in international waters, Walt. I think he knows that too.” Kabuki huffed, “...We need to be careful.” – The inside of the ship was just as shitty and awful as the outside.

Redd’s showroom consisted of some lights set up to show the artwork off as well as the pitiful selection of furniture that Redd provided…

The artwork.

Kabuki kept his eyes averted. He knew better than to get too into it. He knew Redd was damn good at what he did. And Kabuki was too much of a stickler for details to let something small go. If he looked at these too hard, he’d be here all damn day.

Walt, meanwhile, had no such compunctions.

The scarred old kangaroo whistled, looking at the closed eyes of a Wistful Painting. “You still got it, you old crook. Ah but...” He’d tap the earring, a distinctive star shape to it… “You’re getting sloppy. That’s pretty obvious. The eyes too.”

“Well, I DO take advantage of the dim lighting, you dunces. Even if people look at the art, they buy it if they like it. Had a guy make a beeline for it and buy it up without a second thought.” Redd replied as he unlocked the door in the back. “come on, I’ve got coffee going.”

Kabuki glared at Walt, but followed Redd. The back room was stacked with crates, a Wistful Painting identical to the one in the other room hanging out to dry under a lamp. Redd squeezed past and shoved some of the crates aside, revealing a cramped table and a couple chairs and other assorted seating, with a counter chained to the floor. He flipped on a small portable stove, boiling some water and… humming?

“You’re not usually the gracious host, Redd. What’s up with that?” Walt had come in from the makeshift showroom, standing in the doorway as Kabuki sat on the least filthy stool he could see.

“Well, sales have been GREAT, boys! What can I say, even at my age, I still got the talent for business!” He chortled, prepping a couple of questionably clean mugs for his guests. “You still take your coffee with two sugars and creamer, right Kabuki?”

“Didn’t think you’d remember, you walking scarf-to-be.” Kabuki scowled, never taking his eyes off the kitsune. “What the hell are you doing here, Redd. We’re ‘retired’, remember? Or are you going and changing the rules of the game so that they suit you and only you again?”

“Mmmm… well, the game’s always changing, Kabuki. I’m an old dog in that sense, heh!” Redd was… awfully jovial, despite being essentially trapped in a cramped room with someone who would gladly wring his neck at the first opportunity. “No I’m here to ah, retire too, in a sense. I’ve given up the art trade.”

“Could have fooled me, with all the merchandise in there.” Walt tilted his head back out the door. “Seriously. Why are you here.”

“I told you the truth, I’m out of the game. Sorta. I’m off on my own, see. The, ah, big pigs and fat cats of the city aren’t so much about art anymore. Especially if they can just hire chumps straight out of art school to make them custom stuff. Old fashioned art ain’t in style anymore.” He sighed, sliding the mugs along the table with practiced ease. Kabuki caught his, Walt managed to not spill his as he fumbled to catch the hot mug. “Pfth! You’re getting slow, Walty boy.”

“M’back hurts, alright I slept on it wrong.” Walt would still stand by the door though. Force of habit. “I guess you’re goin’ straight nowadays. Nook’ll never allow you to set down roots. You know he won’t.”

“ah, but I ain’t settin’ down roots. I travel! I already have a nice little network of islands, and wouldn’t ya know it! Art lovers on every single one. In fact, I just started givin’ out paintings so that all their little museums would get an art gallery going. And goodness knows, I can get people to buy my paintings, whether they need my paintings for their art galleries or they a phone. “Let’s see yes… It’s about 6:30… and... I dunno, I guess uh, the kids love it when I add a little spice to my art!” He takes a sip of his coffee and gives them both the biggest, shittiest grin. “Like, take this Wistful Painting. Looks fine, right? But watch this. Let’ll never allow you to set down roots. You know he won’t.”

The painting on the wall shuddered and its eyes snapped open.

Walt stumbled back, trying not to drop the mug again. Kabuki choked on his sip, eyes wide as he thumped his chest and coughed.

“BOOM. Look at that! Haunted painting! I already have people CLAMORING for these babies. I can’t keep them in stock!” Redd laughed, slamming his paws on the table. “And that’s not all. I got ideas, fresh new art installations that EVERYONE’S gonna want on their islands. Real conversation starters!”

“I… I see. That’s awfully tame of you, Redd.” Walt cleared his throat and smacked Kabuki’s back to help him stop choking. “I’m… actually kinda proud of you myself.”

“Well, what can I say? I know how to adapt to a world where art tastes are changin’!” The kitsune leaned on the table, looking at his claws. “Your little Island Rep was more than happy to give me permission to hang out for a day or so every couple weeks, so we’re gonna be seeing one another a lot more, ehe-”

“You leave the brat outta this.” Kabuki finally managed to get out. “She’s a good kid, she doesn’t need to get caught up in your nonsense.”

“Oh? Well, she’s her own lady. Hardly a kit, Bubu.” Redd replied, taking another sip and looking at him over the edge of his mug. “Her bells are good here, just like yours or anyone else’s. There’s no need to try and parent her or control her choices, Bubu.”

“Don’t fucking call me that. You lost that right years ago.” Kabuki snapped. “She doesn’t deserve to be swindled by you. Not like us. She deserves the truth.”

“Whoa whoa, Bubu! I’m a changed kitsune!” Redd held up his paws defensively, standing from the table. “I know, we had some differences in the past, but I assure you, this is all above board. The only reason I’m not just setting up shop here or on some other island is because word gets around, see? I don’t need Nook showing up with the authorities trying to pin me on some old charges. Which, by the way, don’t apply here now that I think on it. International waters and all. Still, I didn’t swindle you OR Walt. You two came to ME, looking for work. I gave you work. Don’t you throw that in my face. I’m doin’ business, like I always have. And I don’t wanna resort to the worst I can do.”

“Yeah? What’s the worst huh?” Kabuki demanded, standing and slamming his paws on the table. “You gonna haunt us? Set some kneecappers on us?”

“Well, the kid seems to like you. Wonder how she might feel about BOTH of you if she knew about your, ah, less than clean paws.”

Walt exhaled softly as Kabuki stammered. Of course. Redd still had their old files. The kitsune never forgot a slight. He may have been cheerful and perhaps even forgiving. But he did not forget.. “Mmmm.” He’d take another sip. Of course…

“That’s what I thought.” Redd picked up his mug, looking down into it. “Look, Kabuki. I know. Bein’ here’s a slap in the face after all I did to you and Walt. But I’m here to sell things. I’m just as legitimate as Nook now. He doesn’gh ground anymore. And neither do you. So do me a favor. Let the residents here just enjoy the art, alright? You don’t have to fucking like it. You don’t have to interact with me. I won’t interact with you. Mind your own damn business and we’d take another sipll all be happy. Can ya do that, Bubu? Can ya keep your damn snout out of my business?”

“...Tsk. Fine. This shit’s no good for my blood pressure anyway.” Kabuki would slide off the stool, and shove past Walt before stomping back up and out. Eventually there was nothing but the faint wash of waves against the hull and the creaking of the ship’s many parts….

“...Heh. Since when did you become the calm and rational one, Walt?” Redd asked as Walt took another sip. “You were always so loud and angry last time we saw one another. Kabuki was the one holdin’ ya back all the time. What happened to good ol’ dumb muscle Walt?”

“That Walt died in solitary confinement after getting blood on his paws in jail.” The kangaroo would reply, draining his mug and setting the empty cup on the table. “A lot has changed, Redd. And it sounds like you’re a lot more mellow than the last time we saw you. That’s good. M’proud of ya.”

The silence between them was palpable, and Redd was the first to break it, stammering and spluttering. “Wh-I- You can’t say shit like that, Walt! You’re gonna make a guy feel like a halfway decent bein’… But I mean.” He’d still smile nice and big. “...Thanks. I uh. I know I did you both dirty in the past. I did a lotta people dirty. Most of all Nook. But. Between you and me, I’m tryin’ to be a better kitsune. Don’t go spreadin’ that around, I don’t need people thinkin’ I’m some sorta charity case like Nook!”

“I have a hard time believing that, but it’s not my place to judge. Do what you gotta do, Redd. Just. Stay outta trouble.” He’d step towards the door, touching the frame and keeping his back to Redd. “...We oughta do this again sometime. Catch up sounds nice.”

Redd’s nose twitched as he gathered the mugs. “...Yeah… Yeah that does sound nice.” He replied as Walt headed up. His brow was furrowed as he dumped the mugs in a sink, leaning on the edge of it… Redd sighed deep, shutting his eyes. How exhausting. He hadn’t expected Kabuki and Walt to be here… And while he HAD expected Kabuki to still be mad, he… didn’t expect Walt to be so at peace with their past.

Redd looked to the Wistful Painting on the wall, eyes staring blankly at the girl’s.

“...” He’d just sigh and make sure it was dry before packing it up in a crate full of identical paintings. – “Kabuki.”

“Don’t you say a damn thing to me, Walt.”

“Kabuki.”

“Why didn’t you say anything, Walt?! I know Redd’s up to something, we gotta tell Tom Nook-”

“KABUKI.”

“WHAT, WALT.” The cat stopped in his tracks, and turned to face Walt about halfway up the steps to his house. He was puffed up and glaring at Walt, and snapped, “What, you think he’s not up to something?! You really bought into that stupid story about changing?! Kitsunes don’t CHANGE, genius, they just grow more tails and get more powerful-!”

“It’s not our fight anymore, Kabuki.”

The wind rustled through the bamboo leaves as the pair stood there, eyes locked. On this peaceful morning, one could be forgiven for thinking that the two speakers had been blown away like dust in the breeze… But…

“...Listen, Kabuki.” Walt sighed, striding up and just. Embracing the still bristling cat. “I know. I know he’s a lying sack of shit. But we’re old, Kabuki. Not THAT old, but we’re old enough to know better. We can’t let what he did hurt us like it used to. I know it’s not easy but we gotta try. We gotta trust the kid, she’s smart. A lot smarter than we used to be when we were her age.”

“How can you be so calm, Walt.” Kabuki’s arms hung at his sides, shoulders trembling. “He fucked us over so bad. He got you sent to jail, he took everything from me… Had me blacklisted from so many places because I crossed him once...”

Walt could feel the wet patches of tears pressed onto his top, rubbing Kabuki’s back gently. “...I know.” He’d kiss the top of his head, watching Kabuki’s ears flatten. “I promise he’s not gonna pull us apart again. We’re smarter now. We aren’t gonna let him screw us over like he did. And if he does, well… we ARE in international waters, like he said. He won’t be missed.”

“...H-heh… What, I thought you swore off fighting, you hypocrite.” Kabuki laughed, as Walt let go after a bit.

“I swore off senseless violence. There’s a difference. Now come on. I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m hungry.”

“Mm… So am I.”

They’d walk a bit. The grass gave way as they walked, paw in paw. It was a beautiful day out, with the sunlight already so bright… The butterflies were already out in full force, flitting around the hyacinths that the Island Rep had let grow wild by the bamboo pond.

Kabuki would scratch at his right arm. “Tsk. Damn heat’s gonna give me hives.”

“Heh. Time to pull out the ol’ ice packs, huh?”

“Yeah, probably.” Another pause before reaching Walt’s door. “...Think we oughta tell Violet about this?”

“I mean...” Walt took a keyring out and unlocked his front door. “If she’s seen Redd’s work in the museum, she probably already knows. C’mon. I’ll get some smoked fish and eggs for you, and some steamed greens and sake for my back.”

#Animal Crossing #ACNH Walt #ACNH Kabuki #ACNH Redd #Cam Chapters

[partly-cloudyskies]

So around late summer I decided that I Need A Hobby and like don't get me wrong I do enjoy writing I'mma keep doing it but aside from that and video games I don't have a lot going on and what I do have going on involves staring at a screen for bad amounts of time.

So I thought what if I do something that is expensive.

This is around the time I got back into Star Trek after ST Enterprise broke my interest in the franchise. Turns out Star Trek is good again. My dad was the one who had gotten me into it when I was a kid. And at that time I had gotten into another hobby that's right you already know what I'm talking about

gluing badly painted pieces of plastic together

Model making!

So I decide shit I'm due for a midlife crisis. All my models I made as a child were destroyed during a move let's repeat this mistake!

So I did.

I've been working on these since August and it's been fun! Defintely a highlight of becoming Old. It's a lot of thinking and patience and planning and being frustrated and watching one small mistake snowball into a disaster so as a writer I'm in my element. AND I spend a lot of money to glue tiny plastic bits together! The benefits speak for themselves.

So all this is to show what I've done so far.

My first model was the Grissom and, well, it's a first model. The colors are wrong the paint job is bad the decals are torn. But it's a small model and cheap too and that's why I started with it. A lot of good lessons, most of them about using the right tools for the job. Tempted to get another one just to contrast with what I've learned.

My next model was the larger Enterprise-A (these are all 1/1000 scale). At this point I had gotten an airbrush and also started using washes, which is where the black lines come from. An improvement! Still I was having trouble with assembly. Needed to learn how to fill and sand down gaps between parts. There are also painting errors but at least the brush strokes aren't so obvious and you'd need to look real close so whateva

So like, I said that I didn't much like Enterprise. Too much time spent on the time war, too much let's do space 9/11. But I do like the ship design and it was on sale so yeah. I think I improved on the assembly and filling. I wish I had spent more time accenting the ship by picking out more pieces in bronze. But really the whole thing is kind of ruined by the big damn decal that sits awkwardly on two knobs that causes the whole thing to wrinkle up. It's annoying. If I knew this would happen I would have cut out a space around the knobs so the decal could settle better. Like look at this.

Awful.

Anyway.

Just finished last night! The original Enterprise! I've gotten better at assembly and filling in gaps, but it's still not good. Lots of little gaps that I should have caught, but not as many as before. Plus this one I mixed paints to get the gray green hull color and I'm pretry happy with the result. Learning to dry fit parts to anticipate problems further down the line. But overall I'm pleased with how this came out. The original ship has a very simple design but it's intricate in places. I feel like you could paint a version that looks cel-shaded to look like the animated series version. idk might be fun.

I have long term plans. My sister sent me a model with an LED light kit for my bday. Not confident enough to tackle that yet but will get to it. Gonna continue to collect more versions of the Enterprise in the meantime, tho that's gonna be a whole thing. Wanna branch out into other model fields too. My sister asked me to do a couple miniatures for her ttrpg group and Iight try a gunpla at some point. We'll see!

#pcs puts pieces together #future updates will not be as bulky #but there will be future updates #i got my eye on a couple star wars models too #gonna be one of those people who have tiny things collections and i feel that's an improvement #star trek #models #yeah i'll use that tag fuck it

[thetavolution]

VIKTOR

Full name: Viktor Hamlin Name meaning:  Viktor: champion; Hamlin: home Pronouns: He/Him Race: Asmodeus Tiefling Age: 38 Orientation: Pansexual Romance: Barcus Wroot (Potentially) Class: Paladin Subclass: Oath of Vengeance Origin: Urchin  Theme song:  Big Iron - Marty Robbins / Johnny Guitar - Peggy Lee / Glory of Love - Peter Cetera

Personality Viktor was once a bright-eyed and naive adventurer, but time has jaded him. While he still fights for justice and the good of the world, he’s far more pragmatic about it. His once black and white view of the world has fallen away to a gray one. He still very much believes in Vengeance, especially against those who have committed unspeakable acts. 

He’s keeps to himself most of the time. He seems broody and cold, but he’s a kind-hearted man. He’s afraid to let people get close to him so he can avoid losing people he loves. Once you break down his walls, he shows he’s actually just a very depressed guy who wishes he’d lived a different life. Yet he still continues on to help and protect the weak. He doesn’t really know what else he could do with himself.

History Viktor was orphaned as a young boy and raised himself on the streets of Baldur’s Gate. In spite of his tough upbringing, he had an incredibly optimistic view of life. He was certain he would grow up to become a hero who protects people, especially little kids. Some of his peers believed in him, while others already dismissed him outright as a dreamer.

When he came of age, his good heart was noticed by a dwarf paladin, Brom Goldenhead. He took him under his wing and Viktor began a new chapter of his life. He traveled with Brom and five dear friends, including his lover, an elf named Imra Sarro. Viktor’s path to becoming a paladin would become dark.

The party was captured by trolls. They were tortured before most of them were killed, including Brom and Imra. Viktor was the only survivor. Although he slaughtered the trolls, he still was left with survivor’s guilt and crushing loneliness. He would still become a paladin, taking the Oath of Vengeance. He would avenge anyone wronged by evildoers.

Over the years, this life has taken its toll on him.

Likes: Justice, helping people, standing up for the weak, reading, falconry, birds, sword fighting, carving wood, rainstorms, and playing lanceboard 

Dislikes: Injustice, when people go after vulnerable people, trolls, the constant feeling of wanting to turn back time, the Underdark, winter, and not having a real home

Fears: He fears losing everyone that will get close to him. He’s already lost so much and he doesn’t think his heart could lose anyone else. He’s also scared of just being alone on the road for the rest of his life. He doesn’t really know what to do though. He fears his time to change things has ended long ago.

Quirks: He whistles to himself a lot. He only really does it if he’s alone or with someone he’s comfortable around. He partakes in recreational drug usage.

Mental Health: It’s not great, if that’s what you’d like to know. This is a man living with survivor’s guilt over being the only survivor of a troll raid. He is crushed by constant loneliness and dread that it’s too late to turn his life around. But he’s also so driven to help people. He feels absolutely useless if he isn’t. If he isn’t helping people, what was the point of surviving the attack?

Everyone in Faerûn needs a therapist.

Favorite Foods: Buffaloaf with Honeyed Corn, Roasted Cod with Mashed Potatoes, and Faerie Cake

Favorite Drinks: Coffee, Dragonbite Bitter, and Bark Tea

Favorite Flower: Chrysanthemums

Height:  5’11" / 180 cm

Skin: Red.

Hair:  Blue-Black

Eyes:  Demon Red

Color Scheme:  He generally wears dark greens and reds, but he isn’t a stickler about it. 

Fashion Sense: Due to being a paladin, he is often seen in armor. He tends to just repair his old armor over and over again, so it’s a bit old and nicked. It’s the same armor he wore the day his old team died. He may eventually change it when he starts to heal from his past. In his downtime, he doesn’t like to wear anything fancy. Just comfortable camping clothing is fine by him.

Family Nikolas and Lureene Hamlin — They were his parents. They died when he was young on the way to Baldur’s Gate. He was a refugee when he arrived. He had to push onward after their deaths. His father was a tiefling and his mother was a human.

Brom Goldenhead — He was the paladin dwarf who took Viktor under his wing. He believed in the boy and he wanted to give him a good life, one he could be proud of. When he was captured by trolls, he went down swinging. He died by their hands.

Imra Sarro — She was a high elf cleric who fell in love with Viktor. She was part of the group Viktor was in, led by Brom. She was a kind-hearted woman who was also killed by trolls.

Note: I'm not currently playing him so I just used DnD Beyond for his stats at level 12 lol.

I'm not sure if he's a good fit for Barcus, but oh well. I have a second option for Barcus just in case anyway. I am open to opinions! It's between him and Lobelia.

He's heavily inspired by westerns.

#bg3 oc #bg3 tav #tav oc #my tav #tav x barcus #maybe some other tav x origin character #Viktor #Viktor Hamlin

[hollandpadgett84]

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#fake gucci

[treefory]

I’ve had this oc for like a year and have recently decided that he deserves a book

So I’m writing a story about him overcoming his trama and finding love along the way

Working through the past

CHAPER 1

Cash sat in his car and looked at the home he was parked out side of. Fall leaves littered the ground while the sun was covered by light gray clouds.

This clearly wasn’t a very good neighborhood. Groups of people stood around street corners talking and listening to music. Loose Trash littered the streets. Garbage cans sat out, most filled to the brim with garbage bags.

Most of the people here were carnivores, but of course, Cash didn’t mind because he was one too. He was a jaguar

He pulled down his sun visor and looked at himself in the mirror. He had yellow fur adorned with red rosettes. He looked into his own Tired green eyes that had unique red spots on the side of them. Even though his face was covered in fur you could still see the bags under his eyes

He practiced a smile with his huge white fangs, something his stoic face wasn’t used too. was he meant to smile? This was his first time seeing a therapist. Was she a therapist? Therapist don’t often have you meet them at your home.

He looked into his back seat. They also don’t make you pay in groceries.

Cash sighed, he was already here with the groceries. He might as well go see her.

He stepped out the car. A cold wind nipped at his nose, almost like it was telling him to go back. But he pushed through it, just like every other time.

He stood outside the house. The bushes were dull and was missing many of their leaves. The concrete stairs were worn out and chipped, and only had one railing. Windows cover with curtains and The door was a dull color of red.

He fixed his dark gray jacket and his pants. He looked at the door bell nervously, He hadn’t been to someone else’s house in a long time. He took in a deep breath and pressed the button

BRRRRRZZZZ

Ugh, I hate that sound

He picked at his claws anxiously. His ears flicked to his right. The curtain moved back to its original position. Someone was looking at him. He let out a low growl to himself at the thought of it.

The door creaked open. A white sheep stood in the door way and hid herself slightly behind the door. Her muzzle had a soft green gradient as did her ears. A soft pink sweater covered her wooly body

She looked him up and down. “You brought the groceries?” She said

“There in my car.” He said coldly, while keeping eye contact with her

She let out a sigh, as she relaxed herself. “Oh good. Let’s bring them inside, okay?”

She walked past him towards his car, he followed. She hoisted the bags into her hooves and moved them into the house. The bags were full of different kinds of vegetables and fruits. Cash pick up as many bags that he could and moved them inside.

Her house was dark and old and There wasn’t much inside. Cash laid the bags onto the floor alongside her inside the kitchen.

The kitchen was small. No, it was tiny. The only thing the place had was a small table sitting in the middle with two chairs underneath. It was low key claustrophobic

She placed a bag on the table. “ so how’s your day been Cash?”

“Good.”

“That’s nice.” She pulled out a head of lettuce and put it in the fridge.

Cash started emptying the bags to be put in the fridge. The two put the food up in silence. Was this his therapist? She can’t be the one he’s here to see.

Well, she was the one who he spoke to last week while was at the store. She was the cashier checking out his things. Cash didn’t get much sleep that night so he looked horrible that day. They spoke for a little and how he hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. she said that she was a therapist and how she could help him, the fee being paying for her groceries.

Thinking about it now, that sounds fake. A therapist working as a cashier? Don’t they make like a lot of money?

Well even if she was a fraud, this was cheaper than getting real therapy.

Cash reached down to get another bag but there was none.

“Alright then. Now that that’s done, we can finally start.” She pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down. Cash did the same.

“Ah wait! I need something to write on.” She ran off into another room. Cash sat there awkwardly. He looked around, studying everything. He’s been on edge since he got here.

“Okay I’m back, sorry about that!” She said with a nervous chuckle.

Cash didn’t say anything back

“So I am Shelby Whilton and I am your therapist.” Shelby said as she smiled. “Now I know your name is Cash, but what’s your last name?”

“Jagger.”

“Cash…Jagger.” She said aloud while writing his name down.

“You said your day was going good, but how have you been doing, like in general?”

Cash was silent for a while before he spoke “tired.”

“Uh, anything else?”

I’m tired of everything. Tired of doing this everyday. I’m tired of being alone all the time. Seeing others in their relationships and having fun with their lives. While I can’t even start a conversation with anyone. I’m tired of this. “I don’t know…” he said

“Hmm, all right… What about your childhood?”

He tensed up at the thought of it. “I grew up in America but was born in Mexico.”

She wrote in her notebook.

Cash continued “I grew up with my mom and dad and moved out when I was seventeen.”

“Seventeen? Why not eighteen?”

“I had income and I had a friend who I could live with.”

“Mhm, are you two still friends?”

“No”

“What happened?”

“… I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Friends… sensitive… topic…” Shelby whispered to herself as she wrote. “ what we’re your parents like?”

“Angry.”

“What do you mean by angry?”

“Uh… i don’t know. They were just angry all the time.”

“Hmmm, how did that make you feel?”

“Bad? I-I don’t really know how to describe it.”

Shelby wrote down in her notebook then paused. There was an awkward silence between them

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before!” Shelby chuckled nervously.

“You Never been a therapist before?” Cash asked suspiciously.

“Eh, no… but, I do have all the qualifications though! Just not a certificate…”

“Why?”

“I went to college for psychology and was doing really good! But when the finals came up I couldn’t take them cuz I was with my family.”

Cash wanted to say something back but he didn’t know what.

Shelby pulled out her phone and looked at the time. “I’m sorry but I have things to do today, So you’ll have to go.”

“Oh okay.” Cash said as he stood up

“But hey, I feel like you have a lot to say, so why don’t we continue this next week? Tuesday maybe?” Shelby said as she stood in front of him.

“I can’t do Tuesday. Sunday?”

“Perfect!” She stuck out her hoof

Cash hesitantly shook it. He never liked touching other people.

“See you soon!” Shelby called out as Cash walked out the front door and back into his car.

He closed his car door as he sat in the driver seat. She’s right, I did have a lot to say. So why didn’t i say anything? Why can’t I ever talk to anyone?

His claws dug into the steering wheel as his muzzle wrinkled in frustration. Why was he always like this? He let out a heavy sigh as he put his car key into the ignition and drove home

He watched the sun set as he pulled into a little driveway, the same driveway the other trailer homes had that surrounded his own. His home was a grayish blue with a white roof. The place wasn’t that clean, but it wasn’t his mess, it was like this when he got here.

Cash walked into his living room and tossed his Keys onto the table. He pulled out some leftovers from the other night And put some into the microwave. In the meantime he went to his room and changed his clothes. He put on his plaid pajama pants and a wife beater and sat down on the couch to eat

As the night went on he grew more and more tired. Cash stretched out on his bed and began grooming his arms, as cats do. Grooming was always calming for him, like he was licking the stress away.

Cash had two pillows on his bed. One for his head and the other to snuggle up with. He pulled the pillow close to him and rubbed his face into it. He kneaded it with his paws as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 2 HERE

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