#cat meows underwater

[justoceanmyth]

that one part of Knight of the Cart where they have to fish Gawain out of the river>>>>>

#arthuriana #gawain #he is like a wet cat i know it #gawain soup #'underwater bridge' you just wanted to drench your little meow meow chretien #don't be ashamed of it

[thechekhov]

nobody in their right mind will let me do this but I want to get in the water and try to mimic orca sounds at orcas in real time. I know I can do whistles and clicks underwater, and I need to see if

a) they would be loud enough for the orca to hear and

b) if it would freak them out

whether or not I get killed in this scenario is irrelevant. I need to see an orca as wigged out as a cat when you meow at it.

#i know they play recordings to orcas and it works #but i need to add a human element to it #let me in #orca #killer whale #late night thoughts #i have thought about this so much #i have practiced whistling/squeaking underwater and clicking with my throat for this precise purpose while i dive #i do not care if its cringe

[mitsies]

SWEET NOTHINGS - gojo satoru . . this love, he thinks, might just be limitless.

some days are harder than others. today is particularly hard.

it's a cold tuesday night. the sky outside is bluer than blue, like the ocean on a television screen. it's easy for gojo satoru to lose himself on occasions like this.

it's not quiet, but sound is dulled. he hears the traffic outside his all-too-big apartment's window, and he hears the cat next door on the balcony meowing to be let in. but it's all so muffled, like there's water in his ears. the blue skies are suffocating, muting everything that falls under them. the world is underwater. his head feels all wrong.

there's nothing to be done now. he's finished at work, and everything else is covered, too. there is nothing left to distract him from his thoughts tonight. tonight, there are a million things happening in his head, drowning everything else out. tonight, while he is safe at home, he has never felt more at risk. tonight, he is truly, horribly alone.

satoru doesn't remember stepping into the shower. he doesn't remember polishing off the bottle of alcohol that's sitting on the bathroom counter, and thank god he doesn't remember its bitter taste. he doesn't remember the showerhead turning on, either. but at some point, his eyes refocus, and he's sitting on the cold, wet tile of his guest bathroom's shower. it's undecorated. there are no traces of life. not a shampoo bottle or stray hair, or a shaving razor or soap stains. the shower water is freezing. it stings and nips at his skin, a sharp-toothed animal, biting and chilling. if he could focus enough, satoru is sure he'd feel the ice building on his bones, as the water pelts his bareness like a knife into skin.

there are certain things that haunt him. that will always haunt him, it seems. that will be at the back of his mind until he is alone, like they are waiting to catch him. satoru is a man made of sin. he's the epitome of a system made to kill the only people who could even begin to try and understand him. he is the crown jewel of an empire built on blood. and he has seen dozens of people he's loved slip out of his grasp, just like that. oh, of course it's the nights, the nights just like these, where they come back to whisper in his ear. to tell him it's his fault— he already knows. this is redundant. he knows it's all his fault. he can smell the blood on his hands; coppery, metallic, and staining his skin. of course he knows.

satoru, for all his hypervigilance, doesn't notice the footsteps approaching, gently sounding on the bathroom tile. no, he doesn't know you're there until you call his name.

he'd know your voice anywhere. it's a part of him. your voice, saying his name. he likes it when you say it. it makes him feel better, somehow. he thinks you know this too, which is why you say it again. it's less of a question and more of a quiet exclamation. he wonders how this looks to you. a grown man, sitting on the shower floor, trapped in his own head. probably as pathetic as he feels. he should be better. he's 22, and acting like a teenager. he needs to be better. so he plasters on a typical, brazen smile and tips his head to see you. you're difficult to make out through the running water, which runs down the glass. he hopes you don't hear the rasp in his voice when he greets you, "hey."

it's out of character. you know him well enough to know that. maybe satoru would be more embarrassed, and maybe he'd try harder to act like nothing was wrong. but again— you know him. better than anyone else, anymore. you know him and you love him regardless. this much he knows is true, although he questions how much he deserves it. you've seen him through it all before. his good days, his bad ones, too.

his mind is still fuzzy, but you're opening the shower door and turning the water off. you comment about how cold it is, before kneeling down in front of him. your shoes are still on, so he tells you: "your shoes are on."

you give him a look. he knows that look. it's the 'don't question me right now' look. you're so pretty, satoru thinks. you wrinkle your nose when he exhales— he wonders if you smell the drink on his breath. "i was worried."

your hands are warm, so warm, against his cold, damp skin. a gentle touch travels from his shoulder down his arm. you treat him like he's made of glass. it's nice, for a change. he leans into your touch. you frown. "are you drunk?"

"uh.. a few sips."

he likes that you smile. it's a sad smile, but it's still a smile. "such a lightweight, satoru."

there you go, saying his name again. he hopes you touch his arm some more; your hands are so warm. and his wishes are granted, when your gentle touch moves to lift him up off the floor of the shower. he lets himself lean on you, and his face falls to your hair. it still smells the same as it did back in school. kind of floral. he likes your shampoo. maybe he'd steal it later.

you guide him out the shower and he realises just how cold he was. so it's a good thing that you bring him to his bedroom. the pillows smell like your hair. the sheets are soft and warm.

it's by memory, how you navigate his bedroom with ease. you know it like it's your own home. and he supposes that much might be true— you sleep here more than you do your own place. satoru had known you for years now. and he'd loved you years, too. but a couple of years after school, you'd been stationed off in another country to help a struggling community. you were time zones away for far too long. only recently had you returned— half a year ago, now. he hadn't moved house since you left so you'd always have somewhere familiar. he didn't touch the things you'd left, either, anticipating the day you'd come back.

satoru wonders if this is what you'd expected going into a relationship with him. he seems confident, he seems vibrant. you fell in love with his good days. you fell in love with that 99%, who he was 364 days out of the year. did you see the 1%, the 1 day, the bad day, coming? regardless of if you did, you stayed. he feels fuzzy.

you're back by his side now. a towel in hand, you dry his hair with nimble, careful fingers. you treat him like something delicate. like he's important. like he's broken, and like he's allowed to be. you press a kiss to his scalp and say something he doesn't really hear.

"you're so pretty," he mumbles as you pull away. you give him a little smile, and suddenly, satoru is jealous of your bedsheets, and how they can cradle you whilst you sleep. he’s jealous of your nails that get to cling to your fingers. he’s jealous of the scar on your left shoulder, because he wasn’t the one who gave it to you. he is so in love with you it aches. he is so empty, and so full of this love. the paradox makes him sick.

so when your hand trails across his jaw and pulls away, he holds it in place, so you're cradling his face. the pressure of your hand feels nice— he is so drawn to your touch.

"so pretty," he mumbles again, and this time you laugh. with your free hand, you card through his hair, water droplets making your fingers come away wet. "thank you, satoru. thank you."

deftly, you pry his hand off yours so you're free, much to his grumbled protests. you bite your lip to hide the size of the grin that cuts across your cheeks. your lover has always been a funny drunk, when he's not a sad one. usually, the two go hand-in-hand. it makes you sad, seeing him like this. you want nothing but happiness for him forever. you suppose it comes with the territory. you have bad days too. but you're allowed to feel. satoru is the strongest. he's meant to be good always, to protect, to serve, to be everything but not okay forever and ever. so you've come to think of yourself as lucky, to be able to have and hold him through both the good, and the bad.

among the practices you'd picked up in your time abroad, you've learned how to put your love in your touch. grabbing a small jar from the bedside table, a palmful of oil finds itself in your palm. when you'd first shown this to satoru, he'd been delighted— he'd said something along the lines of you being his personal spa treatment, with a gauchely suggestive look. you'd rolled your eyes then. but now, you take your place sitting behind him by the pillows, and he clambers in front of you by instinct. he doesn't move in a straight line and you try not to laugh. his head and shoulders fall into your lap and his eyes flutter up to gaze at you. they're half-lidded, and exhausted. there's a weight behind them that is not visible most days.

hands beginning in his hair, you watch those eyes flutter shut. they squeeze closed for a moment before he lets himself relax into your touch. deftly, with ease, you work through his hair. it's made easy by how much he maintains it— satoru is relentless about his beauty regiments— so it doesn't take long before you shift to his shoulders and upper arms.

his skin is still cold, but you feel it grow warmer beneath your touch. he's tense and rigid, and you take immense pleasure in the way his body loosens like a wire uncoiling. eyes following your hands, you observe him. the freckles on his back and upper arms are like splatters of paint in a canvas. intentionally unintentional, like the speckled on a fawn’s flank. a scar decorates his shoulder blade, from a time before infinity. he is so beautiful, even when he isn't trying. you're sick and full of love.

at some point, his breathing grows even. he's asleep in your lap. you keep rotating between carding through his hair and running your palms across his upper body with the tenderness only a lover could hold. satoru looks peaceful when he sleeps. you wonder what he might be dreaming of. bad dreams, perhaps? you don't think so. not tonight. his brow remains still, and his eyes are shut lightly, not pulled together. you lean down and plant a kiss to his temple.

gojo satoru was only human. and just like any other human, he had his ups and he had his downs. there would always be bad days to chase the good. but he knows, and you know, that there will always be you, too, to help the bad days feel a little better. you are always there to understand, to hold him and help him up, to make everything a little more okay again.

you let him know that it's alright. that tomorrow is a new day. that tomorrow, he can try again. yes, tomorrow will be better, satoru believes, so long as he has you.

this fic is rough, to say the least, but i wanted to celebrate the loml's bday so!! hi!! alternative title: gojo oiled up butt booty naked like the 4th of july

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojou #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojou #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #reader insert

[weewootruck]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by: @spotsandsocks

I opened pinterest to look for pictures for this moodboard and instantly got distracted looking for tattoo ideas 😅

More of the kitten fic!

Buck taps a courtesy knock on the door before letting himself in. Eddie is sitting on the couch, watching the box that is currently placed on the coffee table but upon hearing Buck’s arrival hastily stands and turns to face him.

“What’s got you so spooked?” Buck teases.

“I may have done something impulsive.”

“That’s usually my job.” He nods to the box, “What’cha got there?”

Buck takes a step forward at the same time as a small black head pops over the edge of the box and his step falters. “Eddie, is that…?”

The little black cat jumps out from the box to the table and stretches with a yawn. It meows at the two men and Eddie reaches out to pick her up, letting her sniff his hand first and rub her face on it.

“I went back to the vets this morning.” He cradles the kitten against his chest but it isn't long before she starts climbing his shirt to perch on his shoulder.

Buck can’t help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him.

No pressure tags: @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz, @hippolotamus, @exhuastedpigeon, @underwater-ninja-13 , @wikiangela , @princessfbi , @eddiebabygirldiaz , @spaceprincessem , @daffi-990, @steadfastsaturnsrings, @honestlydarkprincess, @thewolvesof1998, @bekkachaos, @diazsdimples, @fortheloveofbuddie

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #buddie #kitten fic #weewoo fic #wip

[cielcreations]

Colorful Scotts - Prompt/Idea

I told you guys, I have a problem-

Anyways, Scott Clones. All are different types of hybrids as a reference to Afterlife SMP. Some are directly from Afterlife (as you will see) but others will be my own idea to fill out the colors.

Scott Clones:

Red - Vampire Scott, material girl, loves blood, confident, has a crush on Solidarity (”You’re gonna take me out? :D”), favorite blood type is Solidarity (just Solidarity)

Orange - Red Panda Scott, loves to sleep, cuddles a lot with the others, shorter than most of them because red panda, will climb in small hidey holes because cute, often with Tango because Tango is warm and red panda likes it

Yellow - Angel Scott, angel of justice, nontraditional angel, you cross him and he’ll make you regret it, has his own rules you should abide by, decorates Tango a lot in glowing jewels because he is more often than not mining for redstone and such, it’s just to help him, he doesn’t have a crush, what’re you talking about-

Green - Mothling Scott, tiny boiiiiiiii, actually hangs out with Vampire Scott the most, loves lanterns, loves Tango a lot because hair glowey like flames and ooooh light-

Teal - Normal/OG Scott, having gay panic because all his clones like Solidarity and he does too but also Solidarity is married to Tango so like what is he suppose to do? little does he know Solidarity and Tango wouldn’t mind a polycule

Blue - Mermaid Scott, underwater, loves to sing, will forget humans can’t breathe underwater because “look at my house :D”, can go on land, but only for a little, has (and will do it again) dragged Tango into the water despite Tango no knowing how to swim, he just wants blaze boy to cuddle with him-

Purple - Ender Dragon Scott, can fly, gets hurt in water, known to hoard things and people (specifically Solidarity), will teleport at random, doesn’t like Overworld food, only lets Solidarity and Tango pet behind his ears

Pink - Fairy Scott, makes flowers when walking in grass, always smiling, loves to flirt with Solidarity because it makes him flush and that’s cute, loves to make flower crowns

White - Cat Scott, obsessed with Solidarity, loves to lay on laps, always tired, purrs and meows, calls himself the “New Norman” as a joke, Solidarity doesn’t mind because loves cats

Black - Demon Scott, incubus to be exact, incubus who feeds off affection in general, doesn’t have to be just sex, physical affection is his love language, feeds off Solidarity and Tango a lot because they have so much love to give and it doesn’t bother them

#afterlife #afterlife smp #afterlife series #scott smajor #smajor1995 #empires au #empires smp au #empires shipping #scott x jimmy #flower husbands #flower ranchers

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Badly Summarizing Njnjago

Season 2 Rewrite Edition

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT MENTION

the sentences are surrounded by "—"

stay safe :]

"The Ninja" work mininum wage while Meow and Gandalf motorbike off into the sunset. The Devil forces the sneks to work for him, and the snek leaders don't like that, so they try to kidnap Trauma Child. Don't worry, with the magic of ✨️plot convenience✨️, Gandalf and Meow save Trauma Child, and "The Ninja" all get fired. The Devil uses magical lava goop to turn the weapons into a Big Gold Stick-Thing. "The Ninja" meet Brownie, who owns a dojo, and beats Brownie up so they can train there.

The Devil summons pirates, evil Ninja doubles, and a Grundal, and somehow still fails. What a loser. Trauma Child gets aged up with magical tea. The Devil and "The Ninja" time travel and fuck around in the past. The Big Gold Stick-Thing and god's gold weapons from the past are shot into space. For some reason.

Satan's Wife shows up. Instead of actually being a mother for Trauma Child, she's been researching the Green Ninja's destiny. Everyone slow claps for the Best Mother of the Year /s. The Serpentine commit a coup d'etat by literally shoving The Devil out of a helicopter, and Bloo Snek Leader takes over.

Satan's Wife gives a history lesson, and introduced god's greatest mistake: Evil Liquid Cat. Evil Liquid Cat is stranded on the other half of Ninjago that god broke off, which we call the Dim Landmass. Evil Liquid Cat created some indestructible warriors out of stone that we're gonna call the Rockies. Also, you remember the big boi snek that The Devil smacked on the head? Well, the author forgot to mention that it caused big boi snek to fucking explode, and the gooey green remains can animate things. Anyways, the gooey green stuff brings one of the Rockies to life that Satan's Wife found underneath the museum she works at. "The Ninja" trick it into falling into a bottomless pit.

Meanwhile, after the devil got shoved out of a 'copter, he found the Dim Landmass, and Evil Liquid Cat strikes a deal with him. The Devil unlocks a new level of Dim Landmass, now it's not mostly underwater! Satan's Wife hits on Gandalf. The author is disgusted. A bunch of the Rockies are reawakened, and the sneks get locked underground again as the Rockies wreak havoc upon Ninjago City.

—

Gandalf and Satan's Wife literally attempt suicide via jumping out a building window, but "The Ninja" go "nuh uh" and save their asses by catching them on their flying boat the author forgot about last season.

—

The boosters broke, so they sail to the Dim Landmass like how you're supposed to use a ship. Freezy's bird friend gets shot down. Demonic starfish eat some of the boat, and they crash land onto a not-lighthouse prison. SURPRISE! Freezy's dad is somehow alive, fixes their ship, and they fly away to the Dim Landmass.

Meanwhile, Evil Liquid Cat and The Devil scoop up a bunch of evil galaxy mud, and are using it to create a super weapon. "The Ninja" get caught trying to sneak in and escape, then they go there with Satan's Wife to try to get the devil's fancy new hat and escape, but not before Meow gets kidnapped and experimented on.

One dramatic hero speech later, and "The Ninja" try to defeat the devil again.

They fail. The devil gets possessed by Evil Liquid Cat, and Trauma Child gets physical trauma as well as emotional trauma! I would say baby's first traumatic experience, but Satan's Wife abandoning him and his entire time at Darkley's takes that title.

Ninjagoans(?) get turned evil, and the possessed devil and his army of Rockies go to Ninjago. Turns out the possessed devil has worse aim than the Storm Troopers and somehow manages to miss Brownie like 20 times. Then, the possessed devil decides to fuck it and uses Russian bombing tactics of "if you have shit aim, just shoot bigger ones in the general area" and launches evil mist everywhere.

The color coded dumbasses have their hero speech as the author spends way too much time looking at the sand physics, and holy shit god had a mech??? Anyways, "The Ninja" fly back to Ninjago, fight the Rockies, and get evil-possessed??? All except for Trauma Child, who unlocks God's fighting style and light beams the everloving shit out of his possessed satan father, which literally blasts the demonic purple blob AND the devil out!

Now, we're left with the world saved, a DILF, and said DILF's brother's dumbass students.

The End.

Or is it?? You'll see next time when I post Season 3!

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#blu3 badly explains ninjago #ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #zane ninjago #cole ninjago #nya ninjago #wu ninjago #garmadon ninjago #misako ninjago #pythor p chumsworth #overlord ninjago

[autisticjoys]

My House: Identity Metaphor

My house stands in a somewhat isolated spot, close to nature. It’s not too short or tall, looks a bit wide, bulky and uneven in places. The walls are normally a very pale, off-white color, but nowadays they look a bit more tan. The roof tiles used to be really light/pale yellow, but are now more dirty. The windows are made of glass that’s tinted blue with hints of a grayish-yellowish green. The current frames are thick, black with some blue patterns, but they’ll get changed to thinner black and silver soon. /physical appearance/

There are 3 entrances to the house. The main one out front is for close friends and family and is almost always open. If it isn’t, there’s a sign out and those who would come through there know to knock gently and ask if it’s okay to come in or if I want to talk, if it’s like that. The side entrance is for extended family, other friends and acquaintances. This one’s usually locked and people need to knock to be let in. Sometimes the door will only open slightly or stay closed, and people will have to talk through it. /relationships/

The back door is for potential partners. It’s a bit of a tricky one, it can be anywhere from locked, to slightly open to open wide and anything in between or even disappear completely. It can sometimes open up suddenly or slam closed out of nowhere or swing back and forth. It’s mostly guys who are welcome to come through this door, tho occasionally it opens for girls folks outside the binary too. It also doesn’t automatically close after one person has come in. Those who come through are welcome to go anywhere, save from my bedroom or the bathroom while I’m bathing. /romantic orientation and sexuality/

My bedroom, as well as the kitchen, living room and bathroom are always there, but there are other rooms that come and go. Two of them are there most of the time: one that used to be really girly, but now has more of a mixed boyish/girly vibe and one that has a sort of eclectic vibe that’s neither really boyish or girly. Sometimes, these two disappear and others appear, usually one at a time. /main gender labels/

One’s a planetarium room full of projectors that show different segments of space. One’s decorated to make you feel like you’re underwater. One’s a small meditation room. One is full of various instruments. One is sky themed. One is black with glow in the dark stars and constellations and a single bright light in the middle. One is actually just an empty forest that goes on and on. One is filled with all sorts of magic and the last one can lead to various magical/mystical spots in nature. /Xenogenders/

Those who enter this house fall under my protection and I can feel my wings spread out to shield them from harm. Inside the house, I can feel all the energy flowing through me. I keep my collections in there and protect them fiercely. I can sit by the fireplace and watch the flames dance, immerse in the pool, feel the breeze dance around and caress the stone walls. I can feel my ears be more pointed and marvel at the forest plants growing out of the walls. Sometimes I can go through the walls or swirl in the pool feeling my tail. At night I can feel the energy of the Moon and stars seeping through the walls. Sometimes I get the urge to go to the kitchen and sink my teeth into something juicy and suck it dry. /Otherkin/

I’m not alone in my house, there’s cats and dogs who come and go. We can rub against each other, lay in the sun, play, roll, climb, scratch, dig, meow, hiss, purr, bark, growl. And in those moments, I can feel my teeth, my claws, my ears, my tail, just happily move around. /Therian/

There’s other animals too, who don’t come inside the house. The birds who fly above. I watch them through the windows and wish I could fly with them, but know it’s not my place. The horses running around or grazing peacefully. I sometimes go pet them or ride them if they let me, because that’s the closest I can get to running with them. The wolves who howl at night. I smile knowing they’re out there and doing well and in my thoughts I howl back to acknowledge I’m still there too. The woodland creatures who come and go: deer leaping, rabbits jumping, squirrels climbing, hedgehogs and foxes trotting about. I say hi, wave or make eye contact and we all acknowledge the other. The sea creatures I spot in the nearby waters. I watch them swim around and if I’m in the water I twirl and gently move the water around, to show that I mean no harm. /Otherhearted/

This is my house. It’s beautiful and warm and friendly, but it’s also hard being there sometimes. I feel like I have to hide most of it from others, even tho I love every bit of it so much. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to let others see it all.

#metaphor #poetic thoughts #lgbtqia #angled aroace #asexual #aroflux #biromantic #polyamourous #transmasc #nonbinary #xenogender #otherkin #otherkin identity #kintype #otherhearted #hearttype #therian #angelkin #celestialkin #elementkin #elfkin #forestkin #ghost kin #merkin #nightkin #vampirekin #catkin #cat therian #dogkin #dog therian

[sonic-oc-showdown]

ROUND 1 BRACKET A

Myo belongs to @limon-florcempoalli

Bolt belongs to @addysfandomdump

Find out more about them below!

Myo:

Myo is an ocelot of around 18 years old. They live in an small mobian town in the coast where she is native from, she spends her days taking care of the nature that surrounds their town and guiding tourists thorugh tours around the jungle. They love all about the natural world, plants and animals; Myo will do anything to protect her home and friends. She has a very strong sense of justice, comunity, identity and loyalty. Myo is considered a local hero for their deeds around the district, helping to make things better is her goal and passion. They also have several abilities like great agility, speed and knwoledge about ecology; but her most remarcable is her hydrokinesis, swimming and controling their movement underwater. Because their principal color is blue, Myo is named after the scientific name of the forget-me-not.

Bolt:

Bolt is best described as a nervous wreck. He's extremely anxious, a massive crybaby, and a huge coward. To be fair, it isn't entirely his fault. His almost-roboticization from Eggman Nega has left him quite scarred by the whole ordeal.

Bolt was kidnapped by Eggman Nega to test out his roboticization technology. Bolt was about 90% of the way through the process when out of sheer desperation his latent electricity powers activated and blew up the machine he was kept in. He used the opportunity to escape and has been living on the edge on insanity ever since.

Bolt is exceptionally powerful and incredibly fast. Despite his cowardice he can defeat most of his opponents in battle and can give Sonic a run for his money in the racing department. This is all immediately brought down by the fact that he's a giant loser. A pathetic little meow meow, if you will. He is transgender but has no t-boy swag. Absolutely zero sauce. He can beat the hell of out you if pressed but he will be shaking and crying and shitting himself the entire time while he does it. Sopping wet cat. I hope he loses the first round lmao.

Oh and he's also Blaze's distant cousin but that isn't really relevant in any significant way at all.

#socs poll #socs: myo #socs: bolt

[joesmemes]

25 MANLYBADASSHERO QUOTE STARTERS

by @weroyals.

❝ Useless. ❞

❝ Empty. Like my soul. ❞

❝ Cat. Meow. ❞

❝ I was getting distracted by the cat. ❞

❝ Sure hope I'm not infected by an anime boy ! ❞

❝ Oh no, I am nuking that. ❞

❝ Fire shouldn't work underwater but we are going to make it work, we are going to burn down that lake. ❞

❝ You must definitely make sure to slay her ; don't fall in love with her, or date her. ❞

❝ You are doing some Stanley Parable things, && I don't appreciate that. ❞

❝ So you're saying people die when killed. ❞

❝ You have Twilight Zoned me. ❞

❝ What did you expect her to sound like, Princess Daisy ? ❞

❝ Oh, your voice sounds normal this time. ❞

❝ Haven't you ever seen Saw ? ❞

❝ But she's giving me puppy - dog eyes. ❞

❝ Yeah, but what's your name ? ❞

❝ Why do I have lizard claws ? ❞

❝ Oh my God … she's got the anime disease. ❞

❝ You're not real. ❞

❝ This kinda sucks. ❞

❝ Hi, yeah, the knife is still here, you want it ? ❞

❝ All successful rich people have rituals that they can perform when they're being swindled. ❞

❝ All I know is somebody is very upset they're losing 1% of their money. ❞

❝ They're doing the ritual, they're getting their robes out. ❞

❝ Wow. You got some scary teeth. ❞

#rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #roleplay memes #resources #rp meme blog #starter set #starters

[connorhasaknife]

big theorypost for episode 3 of hunter the parenting

there was a lot in this episode! goddamn, not even just for d either. i have a lot of stuff for d, kitten and potential foreshadowing from pyotr. specifically pyotr, there's some cool stuff there that i've been thinking about. schizoposting commence BIG D more fuel to the idea that the credits sword/d's sword is a title being manifested in the fact that he clearly summons it and desummons it in the episode, and the fact that he does nothing which lines up with the legend thing

also lol get shat on idiot

where did his sword go? where did it go. it was flung in this direction. where is it. where is it dont have much else for d this episode other than that nothing contradicts the theory. it isnt less plausible, but it does only get a little bit more plausible unless ive missed things. there'll probably be shit next episode there is also the fact that he doesn't seem to know how to use an icepack- or, alternatively, he was a beast-like changeling that finds chewing on it comforting? it would line up with how he deformed last episode, but i've been considering a d fairie custodes characters (krakus, potentially waamudes and custodisi) changeling thing which might work. We'll See! KITTEN

byeah kitten is a werecat check THIS shit out

he's punched by a vampire who just committed diablerie and he's like, completely fine, which would make sense if he's a werecat considering how massively powerful shapechangers are in wod.

here's kitten with clear back hair. you may say connor those are blur lines you do animation you should know this WRONG idiot, the next few frames confirm it isn't as he uh

he's either a bastet or the worlds most dedicated catboy.

also, his 'hissing' is translated, which would make SENSE considering that bastet have a language that sounds like animal noises but is, like.. speech. i say bastet but i mean every shapechanger ever. now that we've clarified that kitten is a bastet, what does this mean? wouldn't he be hunted by the team? WRONG

before i ramble about what this means, i first need to clarify something. bastet come in tribes- most tribes are built around big cats, like lions and tigers. kitten clearly isn't one of those. even in this more catlike form, he's still very small compared to what you would expect from a bastet of any other tribe. he also lives in europe, alongside a fae.

the ceilician are a commonly thought extinct tribe of bastet. commonly found in europe, they allign themselves closely with the fae- they are smaller and weaker than most other tribes of bastet, but are exceptionally fast, intelligent and skilled with blades. due to their close proximity with fae and fae-aligned creatures, most ceilicians are skilled with some form of magic. they're also unusually skilled with computers... mmmmyeaaah but im sure it means nothing the more i theorise about this the more i feel like i'm losing iiit aaaaaaaaaaaa PYOTR

firstly; pyotr put kitten in the Shovelhead Hole to turn him. like almost certain about this, he even implies he's going to kill kitten (by turning him). pyotr horny moment

in the eyecatcher its explained how the sabbat crew got embraced. pyotr, the nosferatu and scrungly meow meow, got embraced during a deep sea mining operation. a nosferatu being embraced. underwater the concept of antediluvians is a muddled one, particularly in old world of darkness where everything has been retconned and where original books are hard to come across. what IS concrete though is the relationships that certain bloodlines (hah) have with their antediluvians. it's always absolutely awful, like completely without fail. for example, the malkavians were driven mad and are essentially waiting for malkav to eat their consciousness and assume control of their bodies. the nosferatu have a particularly bad relationship- to make a long story short (let me know if you want me to explain the lore in another post lmfao) the nosferatu antediluvian wants to kill every single nosferatu for being ugly and ruining his reputation. he's enlisted a group of nosferatu to hunt down and kill every remaining member of the clan. he can't do this himself, because he's sleeping like every other antediluvian. he's currently sleeping at the bottom of the pacific ocean, according to the gehenna (vampire apocalypse) sourcebook.. where, uh pyotr was embraced, apparently? why was a nosferatu EMBRACED down there??? of all things he should have died, what the fuck was the sabbat doing too? something fishy is going on here. maybe he was recruited to kill off a group of nosferatu, but that makes.. less sense? i don't know. something's going on there but i dont know what because i'm stupid.

also he ended up dying because he diablerised everyone, lol. eat shit enjoy the extra souls in hell pissboy

yeah thats it for now. let me know if anyone has anything else to add. loving how the werecat theory actually ends up helping the d fairie theory. if any of the ogre poppenang staff is stalking the tag ily so much babygirl please canonise my theory <3 tysm

#hunter: the parenting #htp #h:tp #hunter the parenting #alfabusa #theories

[gerec]

Do you have any fic recs where Charles and/or Erik are animals? Or maybe just different species? I recently read a fic where they’re birds and now I’m desperate for more haha

Hi Anon, I assume the fic you read was Little Birds by winterhill? If not you should definitely get on that right away :D

This list got much longer than I expected and there's an inordinate number of cat!Charles fics for some reason lol. Anyway, all of these fics are amazing and feature either one or both as animals (or inanimate objects, yes read the teacups it's a personal favorite of mine!). I did not include anything about werewolves or satyrs/fauns in this list because there are TONS and would easily fill their own rec lists.

Hope you enjoy!

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Other Crabs Cannot Be Trusted by groovyphilia

Erik is a hermit crab and proud. He is also stalking a shore crab named Charles.

In which everybody in XMFC is a crab.

As The Crow Flies by groovyphilia

Erik-the-raven has seemingly made Charles' living room his permanent residence, much to Charles' despair. A kind world would allow him a peaceful, bird-less life, he was sure.

He firmly believes this until it actually happens.

This Harbour (that we call home) by nekosmuse, verilyvexed

It's hard not to get swept away by Charles' enthusiasm. The idea of finding others like him--of belonging--is seductive, but it is the thought of spending his life at this man's side that decides it. Crane or man, Erik cannot help but fall into Charles' orbit.

An alternate meeting loosely based on the Japanese folktale, The Crane Wife.

The Marimo Prince by elbatross

There in a kingdom in the crowded little body of water called Lake Xavier, ruled by a little Prince named Charles. Prince Charles can only become King when he meets his mate, but a little mutant marimo like him can only dream to find one just as he dreams of the Dry World above his little world underwater. Then, one day, there's a bird...

Tea for Two Teacups by baehj2915

I wrote about Charles and Erik as teacups based on this image from tumblr. You should definitely take a look at that post to see what Charles and Erik look like as teacups.

Swimming with Sharks by Not_You

Erik used to be a shark. Now he's not, and has to figure out how to be a good human father to his twins. Charles is willing to help.

The Westchester Zoo Chronicles by cloudyjenn (Unfinished)

When a new penguin comes to the zoo, Charles is convinced the humans have brought him a mate.

Humane Society by smilebackwards

Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.

But The Cat Came Back by twelve_pastels

“Oh, look! It’s Charles, and he’s been transformed into a cat by a malevolent government program! I wonder how I can change him back and thereby secure his love forever and ever, amen?”

The Cat's Meow by ferretbaby

Based off a prompt on kink meme: When Erik offends a potential recruit to the Brotherhood, the mutant gets back at him by turning his beloved cat into a human being. Cue Charles pouncing on Erik, waking up all over him, trying to sleep over Hank's computer cause it's warm, chasing birds, caressing himself over other people and overall bothering Erik until he gets petted and purrs happily. There is sexy time eventually. Notes/Warnings: Slight Beastiality (Charles is half cat here), sex, crack, romance.

Having Kittens by so_shhy

'My boyfriend is a pregnant female telepathic cat,' Erik said. 'I think this time I'm entitled to panic.'

Strays by Teacandles

Raven's handicapped corgi Charles has a bad habit of finding stray kittens and bringing them home with him. One day, instead of finding an adorable kitten, Charles befriends a rough-and-tumble alley cat. Hank is not amused.

the pawsitively unfurtunate tail of his royal majesty king charles the third by ikeracity 

A vicious curse transforms Charles Xavier, High King of Westchester, into a cat. This is very unfortunate for a number of reasons.

You're Not a Sarlacc by Pangea

Charles is a bounty hunter on a mission that requires him to brave the harsh, unforgiving desert of Tatooine.

Things do not exactly go as planned.

the fisher king's son by spikeface

charles is a merman. au, references to trauma.

More Things in Heaven and Earth by Alaceron

Erik doesn't believe in mermaids.

And then he meets Charles.

Sea Change by Red

The end of the semester means Charles is even more the absent-minded professor than his norm.

But he’s sure he would remember seeing someone like Erik at the laundromat, let alone stealing a pelt.

Carpe Tentaculum by issabella, traumschwinge

From the shallow depths of the sea close to the shore, Erik has watched Charles for quite some while now, deeming him finally worthy of being his human mate. However, it's not so simple to seduce a human when you're an octopus yourself...

Strange things out there in that deep blue sea by professor

The ultimate crackfic of ultimate destiny: a.k.a. the one where tentacle!Charles knocks up wereshark!Erik with sharktopus babies. Erik is less than thrilled with being Octomom.

Carcharodon (Crooked Teeth Remix) by septicwheelbarrow 

Erik is a wereshark. Charles is the human in love with him.

A Paddling Of Two by helens78 

Charles Xavier, a telepathic duck, meets Erik Lehnsherr, a metallokinetic duck.

High Tide by velvetcadence 

"Teen Charles is on holiday on a remote island his family owns and has been enjoying being on his own.

He’s having fun, reading books, playing in the sea but, more and more often, when he’s in the water, he feels touches, light strokes against his feet, his shins. And they get bolder with time, though never threatening, so Charles is intrigued, and not afraid.

One night, he can’t sleep and goes on the pier to cool off, not realizing he’s going into his first heat. Except he’s not alone, and someone intends to help him go through it. –insert tentacles porn here-. And Charles enjoys it, very much."

Plutomagneto by velvetcadence (Unfinished)

Space probe: noun. An unmanned spacecraft designed to explore the solar system and transmit data back to earth. 

RAVN embarks on a decade-long journey to uncover the mysteries of the distant planet Pluto.

'Til Spade and Hearse by velvetcadence

Charles the book and Erik the bookmark have been with their owner for as long as they can remember.

Or, a retelling of a love story from unusual narrators.

#gerec rambles #cherik #animal cherik #animal au #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #i swear Casey wrote a ficlet where one of them was a plug and the other an outlet lol #but I can't find it anywhere

[venillopewrites]

How would E react if the MC saids to them

‘All right this is how it’s gonna happen if you don’t start to leaving the hell alone right now I will use my new awesome alien powers to make every cats in the universe to hate your guts and every time they see you they will all swarm around you while setting off your allergies’

In their head E would probably scoff and think of antihistamines, but duty first. They'd love to be swarmed by cats. What a way to go.

Thank you for the ask, even if this did take a bit of a different direction than you anticipated!

🪐

You know we can't do that, right?

Shut up.

"You can't do that." E states without hesitation, and the gun trained on you doesn't falter. They don't even blink, icy eyes void of emotion as they stand rigid, a stance ready to fight. So much for that.

They got you there. What now?

Why aren't you more worried about this? I don't think you can survive in a host without a head.

You'd be surprised.

The safety clicks and sweat beads on your forehead. The dead end has nowhere for you to run, much less fight back. A rusted pipe lays by your feet but it'd break like a stick on the hunter's armor.

It's a blink of an eye when the static charge releases from the barrel of the gun. The air crackles with energy, a flash blinding enough to burn your corneas and you flinch back. That's it. You're dead.

A sigh in your head is the last thing you'll hear.

You feel a rush of heat. Suddenly you're moving, but the control is not yours. Coaxing your eyes to open reveals a whole different world; purples and blacks swirl around with every jostle of your body and right in front of you stands a figure of bright yellow and orange.

Your limbs move on their own when a massive clawed hand grabs the orange-glowing gun and tears it away, metal cracking in a closed fist.

You hear words that sound like curses, but muted, as if you were underwater.

The figure retreats but the clawed hand grabs them with ease and hurls them through the air. A crack echoes from the wall they hit, and you see the damage the impact leaves behind. You - No, the parasite trudges towards them with heavy steps that reverberate in you bones.

It stands right over the prone body, and you feel it's maw stretch into a menacing grin that forces you to grin as well. The sound it makes is deep and rattling, and it thrums in your brain.

"Meow."

#ask #drabble #ch: E #the erebus project #interactive fiction

[ascendancy-echoes]

Chapter 1: The Return

Leene Square, Guardia. 10th of Fifthmoon, 1003 A.G.

Janus woke up to the feeling of cold stone against the side of his face, a throbbing headache on the other side of his head, a suffocating tightness in his chest and throat, and the sensation of a cat’s tongue raking against his forehead. He tried to reach out to pet Alfador as he became aware of his cat trying to wake him up but his arms felt numb and heavy. The late morning sun was shining down on him and the light was agonizing to see.

Alfador meowed loudly and bumped his head against Janus’s forehead. The world spun around Janus as he laid in the upper plaza of Leene Square. Closing his eyes didn’t stop the spinning sensation so he forced himself to keep his eyes open. Nauseous, he struggled to get to his hands and knees and then to his feet. It was almost impossible to keep steady as he took wobbling steps and caught himself before he fell down the stone steps at the end of the upper plaza. 

Every breath was a struggle. Leaning against the rail, Janus looked down the steps. He could see two people down by the bell in the main plaza, but the spinning sensation and headache caused his vision to blur. Janus tried to call out but his voice betrayed him, coming out in a hoarse wheeze. He tried to make his way down the stairs in hopes of getting help, but he forced himself to sit down after only going down a few steps. Overwhelmed, Janus leaned his head against the stone railing and started to close his eyes as Alfador ran down the steps towards the two people, meowing loudly. Everything faded to black.

Janus woke up once more, now to the sensation of being shook by someone. There were familiar voices that sounded distant at first asif they were underwater, begging him to wake up. He opened his eyes slowly and struggled to stay awake. Sitting beside him was Marle and in front of him was Crono. They looked a little bit older than he remembered but not too much. Janus vaguely wondered what year he had arrived in.

“Janus? What happened, how are you here?” Marle asked as he glanced in her direction. She and Crono looked scared. How long had he been out?

Janus wanted to answer but the tightness in his throat and chest and the throbbing pain in his head made it impossible. He wanted to tell Crono and Marle that he used all his magic to come back, to be with Lucca. All he could manage to do was pull out his sketchbook from his bag and fumble to open it up to the pages to the one he wanted to show them. He knew they couldn’t read Zeal but he knew they’d know to show the letter on the page to Lucca.

As he found the page, Janus felt himself falling backwards as Crono and Marle shouted his name in panic. The spinning and pain faded into darkness. The next thing Janus knew, he was laying in a bed. The spinning sensation had faded and the tightness in his chest was duller but still faintly present. His headache was fainter but now Janus was aware of the ache in every inch of his body. Aside from the numbness that remained in his lower legs and the tips of his fingers, it hurt to move. It hurt him to lay in bed.

Looking around the dark and unfamiliar room, he tried to remember what had happened after he had opened the gate in the cave. He remembered the rush of adrenaline as he successfully opened the Gate and saw the swirling blues and purples of the portal. The last thing he could clearly remember was thinking of the upper plaza of Leene Square and Lucca as he stepped into the Gate.

Had he dreamed that he had seen Marle and Crono and given them his sketchbook? As he tried to make sense of where he was, Janus could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. He couldn’t concentrate on what was being said but it sounded like Crono, Marle and Lucca.

Meanwhile, Crono gave Janus’s sketchbook to Lucca. He also handed her a pendant that Janus had been wearing. It looked like Janus had turned his gate key into a piece of jewelry. Lucca read the letter several times and looked over the preceding pages in the sketchbook before she finally spoke.

“The letter says he couldn’t wait anymore. Things weren’t going well for him back in his time and after two years of trying to fit in and feeling miserable, he spent the next year and a half afterwards figuring out how to create a time travel spell and turned the Gate Key into a spell focus with the last pieces of dreamstone he had. He suspected it would drain all of his magic to come back…” Lucca explained as she held the sketchbook in her arms. “The drain from his efforts was probably a million times worse than that time on Death Peak…”

“Should we contact Melichor?” Crono asked. “Do you think he’d know what kind of spell Janus used?”

Lucca thought for a moment before shaking her head and saying, “While he probably knows how to treat magical burnout, I don’t think he’ll know what spell Janus used…”

Showing Crono and Marle the sketchbook, Lucca continued, “Janus has drawings of runes I have never seen in any of my books and random words and phrases pertaining to time and I think this one says something about a river, but most are scribbled over or crossed out and there’s a whole two pages ripped out. Maybe Melichor could make some sense of it, but I don’t think Janus wanted anyone to know exactly how he did this…”

“You should go be with him,” Marle urged. “He’s asleep but he’ll be happy when he wakes up and sees you.”

Lucca smiled softly and nodded. She looked down the hall to see Gina standing at the end of the hall. Gina approached and said that she had some tea brewing.

“Thank you again for helping, Mom,” Crono said. “Sorry about dumping this on you but Janus would be hard to explain to the town doctor.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” Gina assured. “It’s not the first time this house has been a hospital for a time traveler. Why don’t you two go back to planning your wedding. I’ll take care of things here.”

Crono looked at Lucca who assured him she’d be okay. After he and Marle departed, Lucca turned and entered the guest room. She was a bit surprised to see Janus already awake in the bed. He looked at her, glassy-eyed. Seeing her, he smiled. He struggled to take a deep breath and started coughing.

Descending into a coughing fit, Janus rolled to his side, causing Alfador to leap awake. The cat had been sleeping at Janus’s feet and didn’t expect his owner to move suddenly. Alfador scurried to the floor and out the door as Lucca rushed to Janus’s side. When Janus wouldn’t stop coughing, Lucca called out to Gina.

Gina rushed in with a cup of tea. She set the tea on the nightstand and helped Janus sit up. Picking up the cup, she offered it to the coughing teen and urged him to try and take a sip.

“It’s just honey and lemon,” she said reassuringly. “It should ease your cough.”

Janus managed to suppress his cough enough to take a sip of the warm tea. The scratchy feeling that had come from coughing disappeared. As soothing as the tea was, it didn’t lessen the tightness in his chest, although it did stop the coughing.

“I read your letter,” Lucca said, tears building in her eyes. “I’ve been trying nearly every day to rebuild the Epoch so I could see you again… Janus, I’m so sorry I haven’t finished it yet and you went through this.”

Janus wanted to reassure Lucca but the words wouldn’t come forward. He smiled weakly at her and reached out to take her hand. As Lucca took his hand into hers, Janus could feel his mind starting to lose focus as exhaustion overtook him once more. He closed his eyes and mouthed an apology to Lucca before drifting off to sleep again.

Lucca sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Janus’s breathing wheeze and struggle slightly. She recalled the terrifying few minutes he had been breathless and unconscious after casting that spell on Death Peak. The fear that he may very well die because of the spell was very vivid in her mind. The racing thoughts of panic were almost immediately interrupted by Gina placing her hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll bring you a chair so you can be more comfortable,” she said softly. “And I’ll have your parents bring some books to pass the time and I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Lucca thanked Gina. Soon, she was seated in a chair next to Janus. Turning on the lamp, Lucca  began flipping through the rest of his sketchbook, seeing the things Janus had drawn since she had given it to him. 

She was stunned how well he could draw, the drawings looked almost like photos. All she could manage were doodles more fitting in a child’s classroom. Within the pages were sketches of his family and Alfador, the map to the Geno Dome and his notes on the spell he had created to save Robo.

There were also drawings of her and the others. Lucca found herself wondering how Glenn and Ayla were doing in their times and if Robo was okay too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of her parents. Seeing them, Lucca closed the sketchbook and put it aside. She practically threw herself at her parents to hug them.

“How’s he doing?” Taban asked quietly, looking over at Janus as he slept. “Your mom said Marle came by earlier to tell you that Janus was back but he was hurt.”

Lucca looked back at Janus and frowned. “He’s breathing better now but there were times it sounded like he was struggling. He’s been asleep almost the entire time he’s been here.”

“Your father and I were talking on the way over, Lara said. “When he’s well enough to move, Janus should stay at our house.”

“Gina says it’s okay for him to stay as long as he’d like but I know it would help you and him feel better if you could be close by,” Taban added.

Lucca smiled and thanked her parents. It would be hours before Janus woke up again. waking up long enough to get something to drink and giving Lucca a faint smile before falling back asleep once more. His breathing remained shallow and struggled but improved over the hours.

While Janus slept, Crono and Marle returned and informed Lucca that the Gate was closed and gone. Whatever Janus had done had only opened it long enough for him to walk through. They had also reached out to Melichor who expressed astonishment at Janus’s return, citing that time travel should have been impossible without a machine.

As far as how to help Janus, Melichor admitted there had never been a case of magical burnout that severe in the written history of Zeal. He grimly noted that Janus might not survive if he was suffering this much. He also said they could try and treat the symptoms but otherwise they would have to wait it out as Janus recovered on his own, if he recovered.

Lucca refused to believe such a dark outcome. He had survived so much. They had fought Lavos. Janus would survive, she was sure of it.

#chrono trigger au #echoes in time #chrono trigger #zeal ascendancy #crono #lucca #chrono trigger marle #marle #chrono trigger crono #chrono trigger lucca #chrono trigger janus

[crimson-chaser]

SOZED anon, fantasy au stuff

Whenever I think of fantasy au, I dont like to use the common fantasy stuff like unicorns and that so some of these are just random ones that i merged with already existing ones and mixed acouple more things into it

I see Dave as a big cat type of centaur, but it explodes from the spots on its back when under stress. I dont think hed be able to speak english, but hed be able to understand it. I think he would communicate in a series of httyd dragon like grunts n that, sometimes purring and meows

I see Shawn as an octopus thingy, he can camoflauge (taken from the whole cake baker hiding in the tree bark thing) he has multiple arms that he hides and only brings out for good use. He can talk and breathe underwater and can communicate with underwater animals. He can speak english but he can also talk in bubbling "oOoooOo" type noises

I think Jasmine would be some sort of reptilian beast, but shes really kind. I think shed be quite bony and look slightly unhuman, giving her an intimidating look ("I struggle with making friends too, most people think im intimidating") I see her with spines down her back and it ends in a tail. Giving her a fade-to-black version of Dakotazoid, minus the hair her hair stays the same. She can talk english but she can talk in growls and grunts, so she can semi-understand Dave.

Ella is definietly some sort of deer cross a owl. She has wider eyes and shes covered in fur from the back of her neck to her wrists and ankles. The bare skin places are her face, neck and stomach. Her legs are deer legs and her fur also has feathers underneath, her hair also having feathers prodding out from under it all. she has wings but they are quite small so she cant fly for long. She can speak english and in multiple squawks and hoots.

Sky is some sort of air monster, but she isnt evil. She has small white horns that jut from her head and more horns along her jaw. She can float and control the air, but only for a sort amount of time. She has spikes on her shoulders, knees, back of her shins and elbows. Also giving her a type of Dakotazoid look. She can speak english but its broken up, and she can talk in a bunch of bellows like a whales and musical notes like a bird.

- SOZED anon, Louie

Bro I love fantasy AU's so much, like they should defo get more attention.

#total drama #td shawn #td dave #td jasmine #td ella #td sky #SOZED td #td SOZED #SOZED anon #ask

[sydneyofalltrades]

heeeeeyyyyyyy may i request noel and moni watching luca together?? i feel like it would be so chaotic

ofc! we shall have gruber sibling nonsense today

“Noel! Get down here!”

Noel trudged downstairs and yawned. “What?”

He saw Moni, holding Midnight, sitting on the couch in front of the TV.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?”

Her big smile and Midnight’s eyes made it very hard for Noel to say no. So, he didn’t.

“Sure! What movie are we watching?” He looked at the TV and saw the movie Luca on the screen.

Moni shrugged. “Connie recommended this one to me, come sit down. I’ve never seen it before.”

“In terms of Disney movies, you haven’t seen any of them before.”

“Shush, you’ll ruin the fun.”

She curled up with their cat and Noel played the movie. They watched for a few minutes in total silence, then the Moni commentary began.

“You see, this is why these sorts of movies are popular. There’s always a group that’s shunned for being weird or different, deemed monsters. Five bucks that the monsters are actually just water people.”

More time passed and the movie started getting interesting.

“So Luca and Alberto are just kids looking for a Vespa, which is basically an Italian moped,” Noel pointed out, handing Moni her five bucks.

“I guess so, although it is cute how neither of them know how to actually assemble one.”

They continued watching and spoke up accordingly, Noel throwing popcorn at the screen every time Ercole arrived.

“Boo, you whore,” he said, and Moni nodded approvingly.

“He’s so irritating! He’s like an Italian male version of Ocean, but worse.”

More watching, and the sad parts of the movie started. Moni was squeezing Midnight as Luca ratted out his friend and Alberto mentioned how his father was no longer around.

“No, not my boys,” she said, sniffling slightly.

“Are you actually crying right now, Monique,” Noel asked.

“Shut up,” Moni responded.

When the Portorosso Cup came by, they both watched intently, screaming at Ercole at times, and Moni continued crying.

“Look, he brought a rusty beach umbrella, aw, bless him.”

“No, wait, HE GOT KNOCKED OVER!”

They both screamed at the screen, in both French and English, cried a little more, and soon Moni was hugging Noel as they both finished the movie.

“That was something,” Noel said, “We should let Constance chose all of our movies from now on.”

Moni wiped her face. “Ugh, my mascara’s running like a waterfall. She should never pick another movie for us.”

Midnight meowed loudly, and both siblings turned to him.

“Midnight liked the movie though. Especially the bits when they were underwater.”

“It’s the fish, Moni, he wanted the fish.”

#moni gruber #noel gruber #the gruber siblings #rtc au #thanks for the prompt! <3 #syd syd writes

[atiny-crew-musings]

Woo, do you have a favorite constellation?

Minki, have you ever been struck by lightning?

Sangie, when faes fart does it smell like a rose?

Jjongie, woo is right there, why won’t you ask him you want another bed time play time like that time you used your emergency charm on him?

Hwaaa, have you ever heard of Plato’s cave?

Yuyu, I’ve seen bigger claws on another hellhound. (*of said in effort to rile him up, he’s still having flashbacks to the scenting game cost incident with jjongie*)

Sannie…… meow.

Joongie, how do y’all deal with underwater earthquakes, underwater volcanic eruptions, and debris flowing into the ocean from tsunamis, storms or dumb humans?

Eldritch Wooyoung: "hmm...not in particular. I dont really pay attention to the formation of the stars anymore."

Dragon Mingi: "several times. Once was a critical issue since i was already nursing wounds. It does interesting things to my flames, though. I was breathing fire and lightning for a month afterwards and it took several months for the lightning burns to lighten with sheds"

Faerie Yeosang: "of course not. Faeries dont fart"

Incubi Jongho: "*whisper* because i dont wanna bother him or anyone. *puts necklace in mouth* im fine, I'll just watch Seulgi Noona-"

Seaborn Seonghwa: "*perks* no? What is this? *interested clicking*"

Hellhound Yunho: "....bigger than mine? *ears stand straight* where? Why are you bringing it up? Are they bothering you?"

Manticore San: "WHY DONT I GET A QUESTION? IM NOT A HOUSE CAT!"

Seaborn Hongjoong: "we have patrols of Seaborns and Reborns who monitor our sea. If we catch a human disrupting our balance, we neutralize them. Immediately. Its fairly easy. The clean up is a pain in the ass but I hold onto memories from when I was a human and remember some of the methods. As for natural occurrences, we have wards to keep our villages from harm but if it ever comes to it, I had Wooyoung make a resonance stone for each of the villages I lead. If we need to get out, first i gather everyone in Talavou and then i get Wooyoung to get us out. It hasnt come to that, thankfully. The ocean can be cruel and unpredictable, but if anyone's equipped to adapt quickly and act accordingly, its us"

#asks #laz 🌺 #muse answers: ataraxia ensemble