#i get to draw my meow meow eating a treat. as a treat.

[jolpentine]

It was my bday yesterday so I drew Jimmy eating a banana :)

#bully canis canem edit #bully scholarship edition #bully rockstar #jimmy hopkins #bully #i get to draw my meow meow eating a treat. as a treat. #canis canem edit #my art #sketch #traditional art #my queue is almost empty and ive barely drawn anything bc its been super busy lately 😭

[strwberri-milk]

Do you think you could do genshin charas (I don't mind who! Your pick 🫶) with a reader who has a reaaaaally clingy cat

The kitty hates everyone but the reader and follows them everywhere. When the reader leaves and the cat can't follow it meows SO loud for hours until the reader comes back. Kitty will jump up on the readers shoulder and sometimes sit on their head (small kitty) and if anyone comes close to reader the kitty will start hissing and swatting at them until they back away. Basically like a guard dog but a guard kitten

hmm im giving you diluc and kaveh!! i'm also making it so that kitty warms up to him *eventually* because itd be so sad if it hated him forever :( ALSO my friends kitten literally hates me she refused to take a treat from my hand for like half an hour [sob] she would sniff it but wouldnt eat it :((( oh ya also surprise rafayel bc hes so funny LMAO

I can see Diluc taking to cats. They're more self sufficient than dogs and considering his busy work schedule he'd think it'd be a little difficult to keep a dog busy without also worrying for it's safety. When you tell him you have a cat he doesn't mind it at all but he's a little concerned when your cat starts hissing and spitting at him.

He looks at you, unsure of what to do and you explain that the cat is simply just protective of you. He doesn't want to somehow offend your cat by encroaching on your shared bubble so he looks to you to see what he can and can't do.

Now whenever your cat and Diluc hang out it's like a game of chicken. Diluc's trying to figure out what he's allowed to do (by permission of your cat) and you're trying to make sure your cat doesn't scratch Diluc/hurt itself trying to jump onto him to protect you.

Diluc also tries other ways of acclimating your cat to him. He leaves a jacket in the room you and your kitty are in together so it can explore his scent freely, waits to see if it'll come to him rather than you bringing it to him, etc. When it slowly finally warms up to him he can barely hide his relief, hating the thought of you having to choose between him or your pet.

He's very patient and your kitty seems to appreciate it, hissing at him less until finally, one day you come home and find Diluc sitting incredibly still watching your kitten sleep soundly on his lap. He's barely breathing, turning to you when he sees you come in with awe in his eyes not unlike a child's. It definitely helped that his body runs warm and kitty just needed a place to nap.

Kaveh jumps the first time your cat hisses at him. He wasn't expecting that to happen since most animals warm up to him pretty quickly. Similar to Diluc, he knows not to force a relationship between himself and your kitten so he also takes his time to acclimate your cat to him.

Unlike Diluc I think your cat would warm up to him faster. Kaveh has absolutely great vibes and animals tend to follow him around because he also has a habit of feeding them if he can. This natural kindness is shown in the way he respects your cat's boundaries and the way he watches you care for the animal.

Your cat slowly explores Kaveh only if you're close to him. He has a bit more success if he's wearing something or has something you've recently worn draped over him but he's careful if your kitty starts circling around his feet. Even if it lightly nips or hisses at him he tries not to react too strongly, knowing that it's just trying to protect you and getting mad at it is just going to halt progress.

Eventually your cat starts to slowly enjoy sitting with Kaveh and watching him sketch. It doesn't interrupt his drawings but you notice it's eyes watching his pencil flit about. When it gets more comfortable it might tentatively bat at it, Kaveh carefully picking it up and depositing it into your lap to avoid any actual damage being done to his work.

Rafayel is incredibly dramatic and because you know he's afraid of cats you've decided to keep your cat away from him. That was mostly successful until one day he came in as you were getting dressed in your room. You knew he'd be coming over and you forgot that he could just let himself in and quickly tried to make yourself decent the second you heard his screaming.

You're ready to attack whatever it is that made him lose his composure, thinking you're ready to go face to face with a Wanderer when you find him crouched on top a kitchen counter glaring daggers at you. He knew you had a cat and was under the impression that since you knew he was coming today you would have put it away.

In a weird way he tells you he's glad that your cat isn't "trying to trick him" by being cute and cuddly. He's very adamant about not touching your cat and keeping his distance away from the "creature". You'd have to convince him to touch your cat but that only happens once your cat actually calms down in his presence. It sees how you act around him and over time realises that you care a lot about him.

It takes some more time but your cat and boyfriend have some sort of peace treaty with each other that's never actually communicated. They relatively leave each other alone and tolerate each other's presence only for you.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaveh x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader

[shiningsilverstar]

Fionna x Marshall's little sister!reader

Thought I'd treat you guys to some modern day Fionna x reader headcanons

Enjoy, mwah <3

Before the relationship:

-Fionna does not know who she met first out of you and Marshall

-She went to the same high school as you, but you guys never talked, shared glances every now and then and waved to each other in the hallways like you were friends, kinda?

-She met Marshall just before she graduated, and it was when she hit 20 she met you at a venue Marshall Lee was playing at, and he introduced you two, and you both just shared this silent idea of remembering each other but never really addressing it

-Marshall immediately saw the way you two looked at each other and went 'hold one a minute'

-he knew from day one okay you got INTERROGATED when you guys got home

-(Also you'd totally live with him to escape your mom)

-At first you two would only hang out through Marshall, meeting up at his parties as such, but one day you two ran into each other at Gary's bakery (i forgot what it's called)

-You realized that you still had no way to contact each other one-on-one, so you asked for her number and decided to be nice and pay for her coffee (Your brother told you about the girl's financial situation)

-Fionna seemed keen to contact you and THAT'S where her crush kind of started

-It was sweet how you'd try to help her out as much as you could, even if not financially, it just seemed she could rely on you for anything!

-The little pictures you'd send sometimes too- you made this woman nervous in the best way possible

-She'd ramble to Cake about you on and on for hours even if she couldn't reply, and also had a stash of drawings of you (she has not told anyone she does and plans to take that to her grave)

-On your side of things, you fell for her general personality

-She was so... kind around you, kinder than she was to a lot of people, and you loved that, the way her face would light up when she saw you, the way her smile would get bigger, the way she'd lightly touch your shoulder when she laughed, and her laugh...

-your mind everytime she's around is just intense screaming

-surprisingly, you let it slip that you liked her

-You had just paid for her food at the restaurant you were eating at:

-"thanks for paying for my food again, seriously. You help me out a lot..."

-"Of course, anything for the girl I love."

-*awkward silence*

-"... did you seriously just say that?"

-You went on to apologize and say that it was true, and she just rolled her eyes, pulled you into a hug and said:

-"you dumb-dumb."

-And now you're dating, hooray!

What it's like dating her:

-Marshall's out here teasing you both non-stop, and you fire back at him with middle fingers and swears most of the time (Fionna has to calm you down)

-Gary is aware that half the time you two have morning coffee dates at the bakery, so when you're not there with her he always asks "where's your girlfriend this morning?"

-At first, Fionna flushed red and didn't reply, but she's so used to it at this point, she just tells him why. (sometimes you're just not awake at the early hour she needs to be up lmao)

-You love to stay over at her place and help clean stuff up, one of things she loves about you, but one day you were going through her closet and found the drawings of you she had stashed away

-Cue lots of embarrassment and blushing on her end

-CUDDLES. CUDDLES I TELL YOU

-She loved the way your arms feel around her waist, unironically, she just loves it

-She holds you so close you two are practically merging

-and as funny as it sounds, you two didn't kiss until about six months in to the relationship, y'all were both too wuss to-

-it went from pecks to proper kisses in less than a week when you finally did though.

-neck kisses when she's half asleep

-She'll be in her pajama shirt with bed hair, clinging to your waist like a stuffed animal and placing lazy kisses up the side of your neck

-And you're over so often Cake starts meowing like crazy when you open the door, starting to rub on your leg and such

-(also you totally buy Cake cat toys because Fionna keeps losing them for some reason)

-basically everyone ships you two and that's that.

#adventure time #adventure time x reader #fionna and cake #fandom #fionna and cake x reader #fionna campbell #fionna the human #adventure time fionna #fionna #trendingnow #fionna the human x reader #cake the cat #fionna campbell x reader #fionna x reader #genderswap #genderbend #alternate universe in an old man's head #lesbians #wholesome #marshall lee #gary prince #bubbline #bubbline but coffee shop au

[asterifish]

I owe you... / MINCHAN fanfic

Synopsis: Minho is a travelling mage, and Chan is a shapeshifter. One day as Minho is heading home, he runs into an injured wolf. The wolf seemed very desperate, so Minho reluctantly led the wolf(Chan) to his house so he could heal him.

Type: One-shot(?) (Words: 693)

Genre: slight angst, strangers to lovers, mage x shapeshifter

It was a pretty gloomy day when Minho finally left his shop and started to head home. Walking down the long path to his house, Minho had to carry his bags of spell bottles, checking every so often to make sure none of the bottles hadn’t broken. Halfway down the road, Minho could hear faint whimpering.

Looking around, Minho shook his head when he saw nothing. Continuing down the road, Minho could still hear the whimpers of pain, and they got louder as he heard the stop sign. As the whimpers had gotten louder, Minho grew more worried. Placing down his bags at the side of the road, he started to look around for the source of the noise. “Hello..? Whoever’s there, it's okay! I want to check on you.” checking the bushes, Minho tried to find the animal, or whatever it was that had been injured.

Walking around one of the trees, Minho found himself face to face with a wolf. Yelping in surprise, the wolf wobbled to its feet in an attempt to run away. Minho found himself smiling as he crouched down. Looking around, Minho picked up three small rocks. Putting them on the ground, he uttered some words before they turned into little pieces of meat. The wolf seemed interested, and hobbled closer, sniffing the ground. As the wolf moved closer, Minho picked up a piece of meat in his hand and held it out, not moving. Growing more curious, the wolf gently licked the piece of meat out of Minho’s hand.

Watching the wolf carefully, Minho put another piece of the meat in his hand, smiling when the wolf ate that one too. Leaning into Minho, the wolf seemed to be smiling. “You’re an odd one, aren’t you?” Minho patted the wolf’s head and then stood up, heading back to the road. Grabbing his bags, he jumped when he felt something cold against his hand. Looking down, Minho’s eyes met the wolf’s.

Time skip to Minho’s house

After Minho had treated the wolf’s wounds in his bathroom, he’d left to go get it something to eat. In that time, Minho’s cats had snuck into the room and started sniffing and pouncing on the wolf. Grunting as the cats pawed and meowed at him, the wolf put his head down, waiting eagerly for Minho’s return. A few minutes later when Minho came back, the wolf was curled up with the cats, eyes halfway closed.

When Minho stepped into the room, the wolf lifted its head, seeming to smile again. “Feeling better? I see you’ve met my cats!” Minho knelt down and patted the wolf’s head. The two sat in silence for a bit, Minho studying the wolf while it slept. After a few hours, Minho found himself dozing off. Shaking himself awake, he silently stood up and headed to his bedroom.

Timeskip to the morning

Stretching awake, Minho yawned as the sun peeked through his blinds. Looking around his room, he tried not to yell when he noticed a human lying next to him. Lifting himself out of bed, he studied the male. Looking closely, he noticed that something about him reminded him of… the wolf? Standing up, Minho headed to the bathroom.

On the way, he found his cats meowing loudly, wanting their food. Patting them all, he opened the bathroom door. As he fed the cats, Minho noticed that the wolf was gone. Heading back to his room, Minho knelt next to the sleeping male once more. When he didn’t wake up when Minho poked him, he took a picture before sitting down to draw him.

Minho had gotten halfway through the drawing before he heard a yawn. Looking up, he smiled when he noticed the male had opened his eyes. “I didn’t know you were a werewolf, I would have gotten you some human food.” Minho said, leaning forward and patting the male’s head. “You’re.. not scared of me?” The male seemed genuinely surprised, which hurt Minho. “Of course not. Why would I be?” Sitting up, the male looked directly into Minho’s eyes. He seemed to be.. studying Minho, deciding what to say next.

“I’m Chan.”

Hello! Author here! I'm thinking of making this specific one into it's own series, sorry for the cliff hanger 🤭

Again, thank you to @solastalgiart for letting me use your works to write fics! Make sure to check them out, and see you soon!

Original works by Asterifish, reposts and translations are not allowed without permission. Help me by reblogging and liking my posts!

#minchan #bang chan #leeknow x bangchan #Asteri's🪐fics #angst with a happy ending #strangers to lovers #Spotify

[effei-s]

'those are the same picture' meme, but it’s neon and yorozu edition: 

both are from small villages;

both get to the very top because of their skills: yorozu being appointed to the kyoto by the emperor/neon being super important to the ten dons and mafia community to the point of being worshipped by some of them; 

people around are disgusted by their attitude: mafia dude calling neon a freak because of her hobby/those dudes saying yorozu is barbarian because of her habit of ripping people apart;

both find inspiration for their gift accidentally: neon’s fortune teller on a TV/yorozu and the tale about butterflies;  

both are very unorthodox in developing their gifts: neon being a genius and creating a hatsu that has a 100% result while not even understanding how she did it in the first place/yorozu getting inspired by insects and combining every cool aspect there is, and creating a body armor that considered being a pinnacle of construction.

both treat their servants terribly; 

both don’t give a flying fuck about rules and regulations and decorum; 

both are very loud and obnoxious; 

both love to use human body parts as decorations; 

both want to help people, even when people in question are… the worst;

BUT the most important parallel between them is this: 

fucking sukuna/chrollo stans acting like yor/neon is the incarnation of satan. 

i can excuse cutting a child’s head off and selling it on the black market, but i draw the line at being a spoiled teenage girl/i can excuse eating children, but i draw the line at physical abuse.

and this, my beautiful people, is what hypocrisy looks like. 

p.s.: last but not least, i hated them both when they were introduced and now they’re both my little meow meows that deserve the world and i will protect them until my very last breath.  

#hxh #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hunter x hunter #yorozu #neon nostrade #sukuna #chrollo lucilfer

[lanzaa-033]

Tuesday 26th—5 days left.

You wake up again (When exactly did you fall asleep in the attic?) to the sound of birds chirping lively. You open the curtains and let the light rummage trough the different relics your owner has been collecting over the years. You look at the "family portrait" that she keeps hidden between some boxes, and you remember how she used to talk non-stop about her brother while she cooked, all before he...

Well, you don't really remember what happened since your vision was hazy blue, maybe because of a spell she threw at you or something.

You put on some music.

Your brother knows about the attic, but doesn't like to go up here. You feel the music through your veins, and before you know it, you find yourself dancing around the attic, your tiny legs carrying you in an happy yet desperate pace. The sun is shining, the place is "quiet" and it smells like the old books you used to ready when you were younger.

You trip and fall but you don't care, life is funny once again.

When the song finishes, you notice the strange sounds that were accompanying you previous dance... You feel your right ear moving, and-

Wait, wasn't it supposed to be bandaged? You remember touching the bandages while you were dancing...

You try to cover your left ear to see if you can hear something.

You regret it almost immediately, the sound of thousands of lost souls screaming hits you like a train on a rainy day (after being pushed to the cold, hard railings).

The sound makes you scratch your ears hard enough to make them bleed, and when you finally find a piece of old fabric and wrap it around you ears frantically, it stops.

The weird sound from before also stopped... weird.

You look around once more before going downstairs.

There's nothing there... again

You go downstairs and find Deca next to the stairs, waiting for you with half an apple between his hands. "Brother, brother!" He exclaims "I heard the music upstairs, did you dance today? I'm so proud of you, big brothers!" He smiles happily "I was cutting an apple when I h- oh my stars!" He looks at your ears with concern, before dragging you to the bathroom where he gets the first aid kit.

When he takes off your bandage, the surroundings are... awfully quiet for you...

After treating your wounds and bandaging your ear again, he nuzzles his head against you, affectionately. "You have to be more careful, brother..." He smiles and lets you eat the apple alone.

After finishing, you go to the main door and look out the window, surprising yourself when you find out the shadow chose to not appear this time.

You look around to see if there's something that you can do.

There isn't much you can do here, you usually spend the day cleaning, reading, or looking at the spiderweb (as long as the spider isn't there, of cousre). Today, you decide to join your brother and help him with his drawings.

You sit next to him... "brother" He smiles at you and hands you some pencils, then you start drawing some apples. He's trying to draw his wizard hat, although he can see it because he refuses to take it off.

You go to the couch and start to think about the day he got it.

It was right after the incident. You were on the couch, drinking from a bowl with some medication in it, Deca was staring at the bonfire and she... was petting your back while encouraging you to drink a little bit more...

You still remember her voice land how she used to praise you when you helped her with cleaning. You had to stop doing that after the accident and the only thing you could do was try to meow at her (Without success, due to how tired and damaged you were).

That day, Deca started crying softly all of a sudden, and you saw how she picked him up and comforted him. The owner gave him a wizard hat, the same one she fixed the day before she...

(...)

There's a reason why Deca doesn't take it off, and it's because she gave it to him, a copy of her hat that made their connection stronger, a gift that she gave to him while telling him how much she loved him... how much she loved us.

That was a lie.

Why would she say it before abandoning us? It's impossible to have a good reason... right?

I just... hope she comes back soon. I miss her. My owner, my friend...

My mom...

And with that, you drift off to sleep.

—Day two

—Neutral ending.

Omggjanfnsnf sorry for being late 😭😭😭

I had to do a project all by myself :]

Here, a photo of Dotoro after the accident:

I know it's bad, I did it in class :,)

#Dotoro and Deca's birthday party

[malxshrine-a]

I SEE YOU, I CHERISH YOU ♡

INSTRUCTIONS: positivity challenge !! list 6 blogs that have interacted with you in some way, shape, and / or form and show your appreciation !! let’s recognize each other’s efforts !! repost, do not reblog !! in no particular order tbh.

@deathleads — let me just preface this by saying by not following Cosmos and any character she chooses to bring to life that you are missing out tremendously. the passions shown for their oc and their easy nature is just so easy to get to know and like. This is without a doubt the truth. They are so down for everything and come ready to gush at all hours about storylines or what have you. Their oc is superb, very thought out, and you can tell they’ve been with this muse for so long just because of how easy they make it look. I recommend this one here. makes me feel like my writing is garbage. HAAAAAA.

@monstriiss — this is another good oc. draith makes sukuna down bad and we really do sometimes be up at all hours talking about acid blood making sukuna go full crackhead at like 2 in the morning. The muse is a big milf, terrifying and likely to treat you like gator food for any reason at all. and we love this. we love this scary mama. i eat this shit up like candy. another person you really, REALLY need to get to know. It’s so worth it. i try so hard to impress this one. don’t at me.

@thevcssel / @frcstie — This person is, actually, so nice. Jamie is the sweetest of people like so adorable and squish the cheeks. Yuuji is Sukuna’s little meow meow and his son, even when he’s a bit of a meanie. and their multi is gonna be just as good ngl. I love them. They write so well and any character that gets picked up is well-written. Good job, I’m so proud of you, my little meow meow. I can’t wait to interact even further in the future.

@destructivour — no matter what Ainz is such a cool person, so down to earth, so positive, and encouraging. We may not speak every day, but I am always following your feed. always. I consume everything you give. The understanding and voice Ainz has for Grimm is unreal. Ainz is a real one tbh, but I absolutely think everyone knows this. He’s a real positive voice in rp and there is a reason people love this person. If you haven’t just glanced at this blog or any of his others, you need to.

@hortussecretum — Apple is insane. I am convinced and I love it. They have such crazy muses, chaos is their brand, and I am never bored. They really do like to spread and give their attention when you need it, i swear. there are days I feel like not enough, stressed, and it’s like staring at a blank reply for thousands of hours before frustration takes over and Apple comments something that makes you caveman scratch your skull and YOU WHOT? I will never in my life forget the mommy kink tag exists on my blog, because they decided pure, unadulterated chaos was the answer. Unapologetically genuine, really nice, and liable to send you crack shit as soon as you awaken. it is worth it to add them.

@civara / @shometsu — can I just say ... you’ll never find a better duo. like I just ... PB&J been real silent since these two dropped, i swear to the gods. these two are the dynamic and writing you want and aspire to, but then, you realize your attention span is on it’s lowest settings. I just really, truly recommend getting into their stuff and getting into them, too. they’re so talented in terms of editing, drawing, and writing. The way they understand their characters is top tier. LIKE I’LL SCREAM IT AND I’LL KICK SHIT OVER, FOLLOW THEM BOTH. witness greatness.

honorable mention: @slayersaided​ — can I just say this little guy has been with me for so long? anywhere I've gone? I just ? I literally JUST started kny and finished only just this morning. I had no idea who or what character they were, but I really was about their writing and interaction. always with a rather dry sounding quip on dash and I consume their posts en mass. Now, I can actually understand what’s being said and mentioned and I’m about it. I’ve been lurking and I swear it’s time to come at you. 

#✦ [ 😈 ] 𝖨 𝖭 𝖡 𝖮 𝖷 ‚ #i quite literally stan you all so hard

[dzpenumbra]

2/1/23

Alright, here's how today went. Last day of the 30 day yoga thing, the woman who was doing the challenge decided to like... let you do your own thing and just look at what she's doing if you run out of ideas. It was surprisingly easy. Kinda liberating actually. I could just listen to what my body needed today (mostly hips and lower back) and focus on that. It inspired me a lot, honestly. I know what I'm doing. And I can always look up reference for more poses if I want to add them. I don't really need to be dependent on being guided with that, I have a good idea of what I'm looking for and honestly... I usually ended the session wanting to keep going. So now, I can just go as long as I like and just close it out whenever. I was unsure how things were going to end as recently as yesterday, but now I feel pretty confident in my ability to keep this habit going. I just need to get myself to the mat and light the incense and the rest will come together.

My mom wanted to follow up after our talk last night. I requested a conversation earlier in the day, so I wouldn't get caught in the middle when my dad is freaking out about getting home and eating food or whatever... that he has decided to be completely dependent on my mom for... for 40 years... for whatever reason... It was weird because last night my mom freaked out about "being caught in the middle" because I was on the phone with her and my dad was pressuring her and interrupting her call even though she was very obviously in a serious conversation and on the fucking phone. But he just... does what he wants. So, I kinda opened by saying... in a sense she absolutely is caught in the middle of two stressful forces... but I am caught in the middle of a marital dispute. And all that stress, all the blame, everything from that interaction gets dumped on me. And he gets whatever he wants. Beyond the "fairness" of that... it's just... super unhealthy. Like, I really don't deserve (at any age) to have my parents' marital problems dumped and blamed on me. And I just addressed that directly, but tried to be gentle with it. And I think it went over okay. There was no conflict in our 2 hour conversation today.

We ironed out a plan for furniture, I'm not going to go all-in on it, but it's good to hear positive thinking from her. She asked about Max, so I filled her in on the insanely complex web of bullshit that's been going down. After today, I am pretty much 100% certain she is just sick of this prescription diet and refusing to eat this shitty food anymore. She was circling my legs and loudly meowing and begging me for food when I was cooking tonight. A cat that "needs meds to stimulate hunger" doesn't fucking act like that. And if she's that ravenous that she's going to yell at me? She'd eat the food I gave her. I mean... last week, on wednesday, she ate the same exact food gladly. No problem at all. Even when it was dosed with joint supplements and a big dose of Gabapentin. Then she got the blood draw. Since then, she will barely eat more than one or two bites of the shit. Something. Fucking. Happened. I'm convinced of it. There's no other logical reason. Either it's a trauma thing and she has associated the food taste/smell with the effects of Gabapentin or the act of a blood draw, which might make sense... except... she's not eating the new bland GI prescription diet food either, and that's a very different taste. So... it's possible, but doesn't seem likely. Or... someone gave her treats, she was reminded of what real food tastes like... and now she's just basically on a hunger strike until she gets better food.

I'm really hoping I'm not reading into this, but for fuck's sake, I've already gotten her ultrasounds, xrays and blood work. She's not fucking sick. She had a little bit of an elevated temperature, that was it. The vets gave her GI diet food, an anti-nausea medication and a hunger stimulant. Those aren't remedies for an illness, those are to make her eat the damn food.

So here's the new twist to this clusterfuck, in case anyone actually gives a shit about this. It's kinda fucked up. So... I got a text this morning from the vet, they said that the distributer is sold out of the prescription food. Like everyone is sold out of this food. So... the only food my cat is supposed to eat... is not available anywhere on the internet, even for animal hospitals. And it's prescription only. Figure that shit out. Maybe because it's fucking $75 a case, and these fucking online warehouse companies are buying up every damn crate available to upcharge it, so even medical services can't get it. How fucked is that? So I called my vet back, got the woman who places the orders and started trying to explain the super complex nature of what's going on the simplest I can without losing people. I offered to look online to see if I can track it down (even though I can't fucking order it) and really tried to double underline for her that I don't know if my cat even needs to be on this diet anymore because the vet hasn't talked to me about her blood test results, which came in on fucking Saturday. The worst part? I know the results. I know her thyroid levels have leveled out. I've known since the day those results came in. I've know the test results pertaining to dietary restrictions for my cat who has been refusing to eat a full meal for going on 6 days now... for 4 entire days. And my vet does not. Figure that one out. She better be on vacation or something.

So... given that information... do I take it into my own hands and just say "she's done with the diet, her thyroxine leveled out, she's good now, we're going back to the chicken and fish diet." Do I risk sending her back into hyperthyroidism? Do I risk kidney problems? Just so she will eat a damn meal and not be miserable laying around sleeping all day, visibly exhausted? Or do I continue to wait for an indeterminate amount of time to hear back from my vet, while throwing entire cans of this food that I CAN'T GET MORE OF literally in the trash because my cat is refusing to eat it, even with the hunger stimulant med. Even with praise and celebration. Even after a 2 day hunger strike. Even when I leave it by the bed all night for 2 days. How long do I wait for this call back? How long do I let her starve?

I think at some point, I'm going to have to set a time. Like... if I don't hear back by... 6PM tomorrow, I'm going to mix some chicken into her food so that she'll eat it. I'll get some chicken broth and give her that or something. Like literally anything I can to make sure she's not starving, she's like... visibly losing weight. I think that's fair.

And when I finally get to talk to a vet person, whoever it might be, I'm getting a goddamn menu of thyroid friendly meals. I'm just going to cook for her if I have to. I can't put my cat's life on one fucking brand of one canned food that is literally sold out world-wide, that she is "not allowed" to eat anything other than. I just can't do it. I need options here. And I'm not getting options, I'm just getting, "Yeah, she should call you back soon. Yeah, we'll let her know. Yeah, I'll send a message along." It's a damn shame because I liked this vet, she was chill, but now I'm getting pretty... unhappy. Like... these test results have been sitting on her desk for 4 days, I brought my cat to urgent care directly related to those results, and I haven't even had anyone call to check in and follow up on how she's doing. At all. I have had to call back and check in with them. And I get a different person every time. UGH. It's just... I get if they're busy or whatever, just say that and schedule a time for me to talk to someone. Don't just tell me to kick fucking rocks. Don't just put me on hold for a fucking week.

Okay, that's out of my system for now. I finally stopped the rock tumbler. I'm pretty sure the problem with the tumble was the grit. Cheap grit from National Geographic. My last tumble was better, but still not like... the mirror shine it should be. I took them all out, cleaned the barrels a bit... (I need to clean them even more, it's such a bitch when you can't dump the water...) And got all the grit off that I could. They've lost a lot of mass, but there are still some good pieces in there. I took some of the softer ones out and polished them with the glass polish I have. It's not a perfect mirror shine, but it's pretty good. I have no idea how the quartz will take, but it's promising. I ordered some better quality grit for future and general use. And a string of multiple colored tigers eyes too, just... cuz. And then spent most of the night hand-polishing those samples while watching Twitch. And... here I am.

I don't know what else to say about that. This vet thing is just... fucked up. 4 days ago they were treating it like my cat was gonna die and I need to go to urgent care asap. Now, I couldn't pay them to just review her blood levels and advise me on what to do about a diet they put my cat on over a month ago that they know for a fact is OUT OF STOCK. Kinda getting mixed messages, tbh. Like... do they expect me to just let my cat starve? I'm certain this starvation is not good for her organs. I do not like sitting here powerless and watching her suffer, it really upsets me. So yeah, I think that plan I came up with earlier is a good compromise. If I don't hear from them by 6PM tomorrow, I guess I break my cat's diet and risk sending her thyroid levels out of balance. Because at least one nurse already did that, so... fuck it. I can't just let her starve.

I'm getting really upset. But there's nothing I can do about this now. I need to just rest for now and take it up with the vets tomorrow. Wish me luck.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[seiyasabi]

ブン-ブン

(Here’s my Yandere Bunny Polnareff x Female Reader story :)) 

Sorry if this is too OOC or too fast paced! I tried my best, but I’m unhappy with the result. 

TW: !Noncon!, Pol is a hybrid!, breeding kink!, cumflation!, !!!HOMIE PISSES ON YOU (this is not really a kink, just animal instinct)!!!!, alludes to cat violence (Not you)!!, marking (rubs his scent glands on you)!, overstim!, etc..)

Please proceed with caution!!)

Hearing a loud yowl from your backyard, you hurry towards your back doors. It seems your tabby cat, Garfield, has gotten himself into some trouble. 

Clicking your tongue to gain his attention, you unlock the French doors, flinging them open.  

You only allowed the fatass outside for a few minutes! How is he already into something he shouldn’t be in? 

Stepping outside, your eyes are immediately drawn to a mass of white and orange. Your cat is currently wrestling with the biggest rabbit you’ve ever seen. 

It’s the same size as your fatass cat, hell, maybe it’s bigger! Its head alone is larger than your fist! 

Its ears are currently being gnawed on by your feline son, specks of red dripping from the bun’s white coat. Garfield is nailed in the side with a powerful kick, causing him to yowl once more. Seeing this, you snap out of your shock, immediately hauling it towards the fighting duo. 

“Garfield, stop it! Leave that bunny alone!” They pretend they can’t hear you, and continue to brawl. Once by the two, you yoink them up from the lush grass, separating them by holding them in opposite hands. You’re grabbing them by the scruff of their necks, frowning at them, “Alright, break it up!”

Your cat takes a couple swipes at the rabbit, the rabbit tries kicking at your cat, both of them ultimately missing one another. 

“Would you two stop it?” You huff, pouting cutely. The bunny is a lot heavier than you originally thought, forcing you to readjust your hold on it, “Do you see how dumb you look? You’re both fighting the air!” 

Garfield hisses in response, causing you to roll your eyes. At least the rabbit has better manners than him. 

“Fine, whatever. We’re going inside now, so I can patch you hooligans up. You both better both behave.” 

Turning on your heel, you stomp inside, wounded animals cradled to your (bountiful/small) chest. Both of them calm once in the crook of your arm, allowing you to have a moment of peace. 

Great. Now you have to patch up your asshole cat and his rabbit friend. 

Bringing them into your master bathroom, you set them on opposite sides of your two sink vanity. Opening the vanity’s middle drawer, you quickly grab your first aid kit, and lay it between the two annoyed animals. 

“Alright you two, if you can’t get along, don’t go near one another. Stay on opposite sides of the sink, okay?” You keep talking to them as if they know what you’re saying, and unbeknownst to you, a certain rabbit finds it endearing. 

Popping open the box, you withdraw white wrappings, q-tips, and hydrogen peroxide. Twisting the cap open on the peroxide, you set it on the countertop, before pouring a capful of peroxide into it. Grabbing your cat’s shampoo from underneath the sink, you turn on your sink’s tap, filling it with warm water. Once done, you slowly approach the nervous bun. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, but I need to bandage your wounds,” Its nose twitches, seemingly sniffing out if you’re a threat. After a tense moment of silence, it makes itself look as small as possible, showing submission. 

Giggling quietly, you pick it up, and place him in the water. Its head and ears are above the water, keeping them from becoming wet. Dipping your hands into the water, you smooth down its fur, slightly wetting the top of its head. Once done with that, you pour soap into your palm, rubbing your hands together. 

Now that your hands are sudsy, you start to bathe the calm bun. Its blood quickly washes off, cleaning its wounds. 

Once clean, you pick it up, placing it on a hand towel you got from beneath the sink. You dry the bunny off, making sure his ears are completely dry, before dipping a q-top into the peroxide, and cleaning out his wounds completely. 

After seeing his wounds, you realise he doesn’t need any wrappings, thus leaving you to set him on an old t-shirt that’s sitting on your tub’s ledge. 

“There you go, Bun Bun. Sit there until I finish with Garfield,” You unplug the sink on the bun’s side, and move towards your seething cat. Drawing him his own bath, you clean out his wounds, and give him many kisses, “Good boy, Gar. I’m proud of you for not scratching me.”

He meows in response, allowing you to dry him and fix his wounds. 

Now that the two animals are clean and no longer have raw, open wounds, you pick them up, and move towards your living room. 

Setting Garfield on the left side of the couch, you move towards your back door. 

“Okie dokie, now that you’re all clean, you can go home now! I’m sorry that Garfield was mean to you.”

Opening your back door, you gently place the bunny on the ground, before going inside, and locking the door behind you. 

Little did you know that that bunny wasn’t truly a bunny at all, but a man who’s severely touch starved. 

And, is a man who’s completely, totally in love with you.

-

When Polnareff returned to his burrow, he was practically shaking with excitement. He’d found his mate! 

Once laying down, he could hear his leg thumping with happiness. He can’t wait until you go into heat! 

Then, the two of you can have cute kits! He just knows that they’ll be beautiful, just like their mother… 

Oh yes, once you go into heat, he’ll be there to keep you satiated. 

He just needs to make sure that fat cat stays out of his way. 

-

Garfield lays on your tummy, practically smothering you with his weight. Looking down at him from your lying position, you roll your eyes, “You’re so heavy! Move off of me!” 

He ignores your whining, nuzzling against the area above your uterus. Huffing in annoyance, you pick up the snoozing cat, and walk towards the kitchen. The little shit wouldn’t let you move for hours, and you’ve become rather hungry. 

Once in the kitchen, you set him on the counter. He stretches dramatically, before rubbing against you like a madman. His hackles are raised, yellow eyes transfixed on something outside.

Looking out at your backyard, you see a certain giant rabbit. Sighing, you choose to ignore your pet’s dick measuring contest with the bunny outside. 

Pulling out (microwavable food), you quickly open its packaging, and chuck it into the microwave. Pressing in the time, you rest against the counter your cat is standing on, petting down his raised hair. 

“Garfield, you’re honestly acting ridiculous. The rabbit isn’t scary-” The orange fiend jumps into your arms, furiously rubbing himself onto you. He’s cuddling you like a good boy, stopping you from scolding him, “Awe, you’re so cute when you’re clingy and not biting my shirt sleeves.” 

He lets out a small hiss, but stays in your arms willingly. 

His yellow eyes are trained on the bunny, practically taunting the other male. 

Polnareff is seething. How dare that undeserving feline take his rightful place? How dare that fucking cat scent you during your heat? 

It takes everything in him to not crash through the window and beat the cat into the ground. But, he knows his nightly bathroom break outside will be soon, and that’s when he can strike. 

The blue eyed man watches you eat, happy that you’re preparing for your upcoming heat. Ignoring your pet, Jean feels happiness overtake him. You must know that he’s watching, if you’re eating such fatty foods. 

Little does he know, that’s just the normal way of human life. 

You continue to chow down on your yummy food, a smile on your pretty face, none the wiser to your hybrid stalker. 

Once finished, you let Garfield out into the backyard, “Don’t cause trouble with that rabbit, Garfield.” He didn’t listen to you, and ran in the direction of that damn white rabbit. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, but do nothing. If he wants to fight with it, that’s on him at this point. 

Sitting on your couch, you turn on your TV, flipping channels until you land on a forensic science TV show. Leaning back, you recline yourself into a comfortable position. 

You sit in that position for about an hour, before you realise your cat never came inside. Shooting to your feet, you rush outside, turning on your phone’s flashlight. 

“Garfield? Garfield?” You call out, searching through the bushes, and clicking your tongue to grab his attention. 

He doesn’t come, causing you to panic. Garfield and you grew up together, and you can’t remember the last time you went without him. 

“Gar-Gar? Please, please come home!” Tears well up in your eyes, as a sob escapes your throat. 

As the first tear falls, you feel someone grab you from behind, “Why are you crying, Mademoiselle?” 

You jump a mile off of the ground, and stumble, almost falling face first into the grass. Whipping around, you come face to chest with a very naked, very large man. 

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my backyard?” Your scent is thick with fear, and your voice trembles. A saddened feeling pools in Jean’s heart; he didn’t wish to scare you or hurt you in any way!

“Do not fear me, My Love. I am Jean Pierre Polnareff, your future mate!” Blanching at his statement, you finally notice the very apparent white bunny ears on the top of his head. 

“What. The. Fuck.” 

With that, you turn, and haul ass into your house. His heavy footsteps are heard behind you, same with a few pleading words for you to come back. 

Once inside, you slam your French doors closed, and use your body weight to hold them shut, as you try to lock them. His built frame slams into the doors behind you, using all of his strength to bust inside. 

“There’s no need to be afraid! Just open the doors, My Heart! I’ll treat you well!” Your nimble fingers try to turn the lock, but the constant shaking of the opening makes it very hard to do so. 

“Leave me alone! Did you do something to my cat? Because the moment you showed up, he disappeared!” Immediately, the doors stop shaking, allowing you to lock them. 

A long beat of silence follows, before he speaks again, “Oh, I didn’t realise you found him.” 

You gasp, feeling as though your heart was ripped from your chest. He really did something to Garfield! 

“Get the fuck off of my property! I'll-I'll Call the police!” Tears Pool in your eyes, before dripping down your face. Whoever this bunny man is, he must be dangerous if he goes around killing things for no reason. 

“My heart, how you wound me,” You peek through the curtains, only to see him looking back at you with an intimidating gaze. His ice blue eyes seem to be staring into your soul, “This… Garfield of yours was challenging me. He may have had you first, yes, but the rules of the animal kingdom say that if we find our mates, the new found mate must be left alone. But, that feline of yours blatantly disrespected our relationship, My Heart, so I had to teach him a lesson.” 

You gape at him in horror, backing away from the doors, “Stay away from me! I’m not your mate, I’m not your anything! How do you even know me?” 

You hear him laugh through the door, as he lands a swift kick towards the door handle, “You bathed me just the other week, don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten?” 

Running towards the kitchen, you grab a small knife that is easy to use. Did you seriously help a hybrid? 

You hear him kick a few more times, before the doors come crashing down. His heavy footsteps echo across your hardwood floors, as he makes his way to you. Looking around for an exit, you quickly move towards the kitchen window. 

Unlocking it with ease, you slide it open, making quick work of the screen keeping the bugs out. You hoist yourself onto the counter, shimmying towards the opening, only to be yanked back by two strong hands. In your (dominant Hand) is the knife you grabbed, allowing you to slash at the large man. 

“Get away from me! Don’t fucking touch me!” He releases you for a moment, dodging your erratic movements. A saddened look crossed his handsome face, as he man handled the knife out of your sweaty hands. Once disarmed, he forces you against his chest, chucking the knife into the sink. His now free hands grip your wrists, stopping you from fighting against him. 

“Shh, calm yourself. There’s no need to be so erratic-“ 

“Fuck you! You killed my cat and broke into my house, there’s plenty of reasons for me to be erratic!” You try kicking at his strong legs, but he doesn’t even flinch. 

“I understand that your heat is making you irrational-“ 

“What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m not an animal, I don’t fucking have heats!” Thrashing with your entire body weight, you try to bring him to the ground, but he’s too sturdy for you to do so. 

Instead of answering, he brings his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing the area loudly. You don’t see it, but a look of disgust is apparent. 

“We need to fix this awful smell. Hold still and I’ll scent you-“ You head butt the large male, knocking him back and off of you. 

He stumbles back, and you make a run for the open window. You get halfway out of it once more, before you’re dragged back inside by your waist. 

You’re thrown to the floor in an instant, shoulder hitting the wood harshly. A yelp leaves your lips, as more tears drip down your face. 

“Don’t be difficult, Love. I don’t want to hurt you. Just let me scent you, and I can help you through your heat. You just have to trust me,” 

You shake your head, “No, just leave me alone!” 

He frowns, but nods, “It’s ok if you’re difficult, I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” 

Without warning, Jean grabs his half hard cock, aiming it towards your crumpled form. 

“What the fu-“ A stream of clear piss hits you straight in the mouth, causing you to gag and splutter in disgust. You wipe at your tongue, a wretched sob wracking your form. 

The stream hits your neck next, before traveling down your entire body. You’re absolutely covered in piss, all whilst crying your eyes out. You try to scramble away, but end up skipping in the acrid liquid. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the-why the fuck would you do that?” He fries. to approach you, a small smile quirking at his lips, but you kick at him, trying to keep him away from you, “Get the fuck away from me! Don’t fucking touch me! You just fucking pissed on me like a-like wild fucking animal!” 

He grabs you in his arms as you slap, punch, and scratch, quickly bringing you to your bedroom. He tosses you onto your mattress, effectively sullying your new sheets. You try to scramble off of your bed, but his large frame suddenly dwarfs yours, trapping you to it. 

“I didn’t want to do it, My Heart, but you left me no choice. You wouldn’t let me scent you, and I couldn’t let you wear another male’s scent-“ 

“You don’t own me! We don’t even know each other!” You smack at his well toned chest, as you cry. He kisses you on your piss covered forehead, nuzzling into your slightly damp hair. 

“But we will. We’re mates, after all,” With those words, he starts to strip you. “All you need to know is that I know what’s best for you. Right now, you need a big, strong mate to breed your in heat womb, and I’m the right one for the job! So, just lay back and let me help you!” 

Your top half is exposed to him, breasts bouncing as he tears your clothes to shreds. Your hits have no effect on him, as he is stares down at your naked body hungrily. 

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m not a hybrid, it doesn’t make any sense-“ 

“Nature doesn’t need to make sense. Nature decided that we’re made for one another, and the sooner you realise this, the sooner you’ll realise that I’m good for you,” He hoists your thighs over his broad, muscular shoulder, a teasing grin on his face, “But right now, I’m going to make you cum as many times as I can.” 

He attaches his mouth to your unprotected pussy, lips sucking at your clit, whilst his tongue enters your unprepared opening. A loud yelp leaves your lips at the feeling. 

His veiny hands grip the fat of your thighs, as he moves your hips to rub against his face. At first, you’re really uncomfortable, but after a few moments, you’re having to restrain yourself from moaning lamely. Jean is paying special attention to your clit, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. 

A particularly hard suck has you gushing with arousal, and although it wasn’t an orgasm, it was enough to make your thighs shake pathetically. You can feel him grin against your slit, as he inches a hand down to your cunny, and slips a thick finger inside of you. A loud mewl echoes through your chest, as your once slapping hands cover your face in shame. 

“Are you feeling good, Heart?” His airy voice would be suave if it weren't for the fact that you’re being assaulted, and you’re covered in a strange man’s piss. 

“Nu-no!” He chuckles at your weak attempt of denying him, and dives back into your weeping pussy. Polnareff rubs his finger against you g-spot with ease, not struggling to find it at all. 

That, coupled with the intense suckling on your clit, sends you over the edge. Your juices shoot out onto the white haired man’s face, coating him with your essence. 

“That was a strong orgasm, My Love. Are you sure you’re not enjoying yourself?” The teasing lilt in his voice makes you want to punch him in the face, so that’s exactly what you do. 

He grunts in pain, and in a moment of anger, flips you onto your stomach, hands held firmly in his grasp. Your back is arched just right to be in the prime breeding position, causing his cock to throb in need. Jean always liked a head-strong woman. 

“There’s no need for violence. If you wanted me to make love to you that bad, you could’ve just told me,” He didn’t wait to hear your response, instead choosing to sink his massive cock into your tight walls. Gods, you’re so tight. 

The rabbit couldn’t help bun moan at the feeling of your spasming cunny. It’s almost like you’re trying to draw him in! 

If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll receive. 

Jean starts a rapid pace, his hips slamming into yours harshly. His heavy balls smack against your clit with every thrust, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain. 

Within moments, you’re creaming and gushing around his length. Moaning in unison with you, he speeds up his ministrations, quickly cumming inside of you. His hips stutter, before stopping, allowing him to cum what seemed like buckets. Your body sags, signifying your belief that he was finished, when in all actuality, he’s far from it. 

He immediately restarts his jack hammer pace, his free hand gripping your hip, “You’re perfect! A perfect pussy that squeezes me so good, a perfect personality, and a perfect body. I’m going to knock you up with many kits!” You sob into your pillow, trying to block out his voice, cock, and smell of piss. 

You cum again and again, being filled with liters of virile cum. His hand that once held your hip cups your bloated tummy, a dopey smile covering his handsome features. 

Jean can practically feel you becoming pregnant, and it satisfied him greatly. 

Noticing your lack of movements, he realises that you’ve passed out.

Oh well, when you wake up, he’ll be sure to attend to you once more. 

#polnareff x reader #yandere polnareff #jean polnareff #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jojo #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #stardust crusaders

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 1

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

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Seohyun kicked a pebble with her boot, sending it flying in the air. The black cat following Seohyun meowed as it wandered between her legs, rubbing itself along her naked legs. Seohyun kicked another pebble, and the cat meowed louder.

"I know, I know," she said, sighing, "I shouldn't have helped him."

The cat's grey eyes twinkled and it jumped a little to keep pace with Seohyun. She adjusted her sunglasses with the tip of her finger and tucked her long hair behind her ears, keeping her eyes fixed to the ground in hopes of finding more pebbles that she could kick.

Seohyun's hands went to the straps of her school bag on her shoulders as she finally found one, and she smirked. "Hey kitty, I'm gonna kick this one real hard."

As if the cat understood, it sat near her to watch the scene. Seohyun aimed her foot, sending the pebble flying with full force as a short laugh escaped her. She waited for the satisfying sound of the pebble hitting something hard, but a wail of pain answered her instead.

"Oops," Seohyun grimaced as she motioned the cat to follow her, trying to flee before she was caught. However, luck was rarely on her side.

"It was you, right?" She heard a boyish voice call out. She sneaked a peek, seeing a group of colourful heads belonging to boys that grew larger and larger as more joined them.

"I thought I hit one? Why are there so many..." she muttered, then turned back, bowing her head in a quick apology and turning again to run away, almost tripping on the cat and it howled in pain before following her.

"Hey, stop!" She heard voices, and she just sped up. She had enough to worry about.

"Where are my ghost friends when I need them.." Seohyun muttered under her breath as she sped up, cursing mentally. She could hear steps draw closer by every second, and she finally turned abruptly, making the group of boys stop dead in their tracks, bumping at each other.

"I apologized, what do you all want now?"

"You never apologized," the blue haired one said.

"Why do you think I bowed? To thank you?" Seohyun retorted. The blonde snickered, earning a kick in his ribs from not one but two of them.

"We couldn't see from so far, at least apologize properly!"

"Alright, alright. Was it you who got hit?"

"No, it was-"

Seohyun sighed out loud. "What got you so worked up then, if it wasn't even you?"

"He's my friend?" The blue haired boy said, making it sound more like a question.

"I told you all not to make a fuss, it's not like she did it on purpose," Seohyun heard one of them say, and her eyes shifted towards the boy with black hair, the eyebrow slit further defining his sharp features. Indeed, he was hurt. There was a painful scratch where the pebble must have grazed his cheekbone.

"Ah, so it was you..." Seohyun bit her lip. She thought she should apologize properly, so she bowed properly this time, and got up. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."

His eyes burned holes in her even though she wore sunglasses. He pursed his lips, nodding. "It's okay, just be careful next time."

She nodded. "Can I go now?" She didn't wait for an answer and turned, motioning the cat to come along, who meowed.

"Wait!" The eyebrow-slit boy sat down on one knee, motioning the cat to come to him, who gladly obliged and Seohyun rolled her eyes. He smiled at the cat, rubbing its head and offering it a biscuit, which the cat graciously accepted, munching right into it.

"Do you even give your cat food? It's so thin."

"It's not mine," Seohyun said and the boy's head turned up to look at her, curiosity in his eyes obvious. "It followed you rather gladly."

Seohyun just shrugged, looking away from his gaze and observing the group now. They were all dressed in school uniform like her, but it looked like it was a different school. She internally smiled at the interesting mix that stood in front of her.

"San, let's go," she heard the red-head call out. San, she thought.

"I need to go now too." Seohyun said, waiting for the boy to stop playing with the cat.

The boy- San- got up and said, "You said it's not yours. Can I take it then?"

Seohyun almost said yes, but hesitated. It was true the cat was not hers, but at this point, she could call it hers, the way it always followed her around whenever she was out. She had rather grown attached to the constant presence of her black furry friend.

"Uhh, I mean you could, but..." she bit her lip as she looked back as if for help, and then turned back to the boy. "This cat is my only friend."

Seohyun hated how it had almost come as a whisper, but the boy looked like he understood as he nodded, taking a step back. "I'll see you around then," he smiled sweetly at the cat, who meowed at him.

Seohyun finally turned, not bothering to check if the cat followed her or that boy, San. She was too scared to check. But when she heard the cat meow and rub at her legs, she smiled in relief.

"I'll feed you more now, I promise," she smiled at the cat.

Meanwhile, San watched the odd pair walk away in the distance.

"So rude!" the blue haired boy said, and everyone laughed. San turned and shook his head. "Not my fault you decided to act like my parent, Hongjoong."

"Doesn't look like she's from our school, but isn't it the school near the place we usually go to eat dinner?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah, it looks like it. You're treating us to dinner there tomorrow. You remember, right Yeosang?"

"You're always hungry for food Wooyoung, how could I forget?" He answered.

The group started to walk their way, talking about their plans for dinner, but San couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the grey streaks in her hair, the girl who had no friends other than a black cat. He unconsciously shook his head, finally paying attention to his present.

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"I said I'm sorry!" Seohyun yelled, "Now you leave my hair, and I'll leave yours."

"You first," the woman replied.

"Together, okay? One, two, three- YOU! You lied!"

"You lied too!" The woman shouted, and pulled at Seohyun's hair, earning a satisfactory groan from her.

"It's not like you can feel pain! You're a freaking ghost!"

"Doesn't mean I'm not insulted," the woman smirked, "Alright, I'll leave you first, and you leave no more than a second after, otherwise I'll make sure you feel the pain you love." The woman let go of Seohyun's hair and Seohyun did so right after, taking quick steps backward as she massaged her head.

"Bitch..." she muttered, and the woman laughed out loud.

The woman- ghost- had been keeping Seohyun company for about two months now, occasionally popping out of nowhere and leaving just as abruptly. At first, Seohyun had tried to help her in some way, help her move on and come to terms with her sudden death by accident, but the young woman had quite a difficult death and she was the first of a kind- a ghost with amnesia. No memories of how she had died and why she hadn't moved on.

Seohyun had to admit that she had grown used to her presence. She often found herself narrating her uneventful day to her, just like today, when she had excessively complained how useless of a friend she was and how none of her ghost friends had ever done her a favour. Somehow that had turned into an argument and then to them resorting to pulling each other's hair our, except her ghost friend couldn't feel any pain since she was, well, a ghost. Dead.

"I mean," Seohyun continued, fiddling with her hair, "it would have saved me from embarrassment had you popped up and helped me out there."

"What could I have done?" The woman sat down on the pavement, the black cat gladly jumping on her lap as the woman ran her hands through her fur. "It's not like anyone else can see me."

"Hello? You could have made me disappear."

"You know it's not good for your health. Why do it unless absolutely, absolutely necessary?" The woman glared at her.

"YES! That was absolutely, absolutely necessary. There were 8 of them! I was alone!" Seohyun whined and the woman just ignored her.

"Unnie~" Seohyun sat down near her, and the woman slid away from her.

"I told you not to call me that. I have a name, and it's Jiwoo."

"How can I call you by your name? You're much older than me." Seohyun grinned.

"And that's why I don't help you. Because you're a stubborn one. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not that old."

"That's rich coming from you," Seohyun retorted, ignoring the last remark, "I'm not the one refusing to move on just because I can't get enough of worldly pleasures."

"And that's my cue to leave you alone, like you always are. There's a reason you don't have friends, Seohyun." Jiwoo got up, putting the curled cat on the pavement.

"I do have friends-"

"I'm talking about human friends. Your sharp tongue and stubborn heart, it's about time you change that."

"I-" Before Seohyun could complete, Jiwoo disappeared. Seohyun sighed, her heart sinking a bit at her harsh but true words.

There was indeed a reason that she had no friends. And it wasn't her ability to see ghosts.

Seohyun pulled her knees to her chest, shutting her eyes. She wanted to disappear.

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Senior year of high school was supposed to be tough, yes, but Seohyun had to face challenges other than academic ones.

And it wasn't just the fact that she had no social life at all; she only had a group of people she could interact with if need be, otherwise she was perfectly content on being on her own. She had no problem staying amused in her own company.

The problem was with Seohyun, though not directly. It was the problem that she could see and interact with some of the dead. And the dead made sure she got in trouble if she didn't hear their woes and skipped school to maybe find them something (or someone) they had an attachment to, or didn't take them to their loved ones immediately.

She had often tried to reason with them; she tried to explain that she was perfectly aware how bad they must have it, but she had it worse since she was still alive, and with life came unforeseen consequences, such as having to face her mother if they caused a scene (which they usually did), or if they tried to grab her attention by any means necessary, such as causing her desk to fall, her stuff to fly (where she would immediately have to either hold it or pretend to have thrown it).

She tried, oh she tried so hard to tell them to wait until she was free from school and then she would do whatever they asked her to, but no. Apparently whatever they wanted to do was more important than her school, her reputation (already in ruins), everything. There rarely was someone patient enough, and those she made sure she looked after properly. Like Jiwoo.

She wished Jiwoo was here so she could get rid of the old wrinkly man in front of her. She was trying to focus on her mathematics but it was hard to when a fat belly blocked her vision. And she couldn't even say anything out loud, so she just sent daggers through her eyes, the message in her eyes clear. But the old man just smirked, continuing to block her vision.

Seohyun sighed and turned the page of her notebook, scribbling in it, then turned the notebook to the ghost in front of her. The man was short so he didn't have to bend as he read what she had written.

"IF YOU COULD STOP PESTERING ME FOR A FEW MINUTES YOU WRINKLY OLD MAN I CAN'T FOCUS ON MATHS BECAUSE OF YOU"

The old man smirked, and Seohyun wished she could kick him somewhere he would surely feel pain even though ghosts couldn't feel pain. She was so absorbed in thinking of ways that she could make this ghost feel pain that she didn't notice him take her notebook and run away before she could snatch it back.

As soon as Seohyun noticed, she jerked in her seat, stopping herself from getting up and following him. He stopped a few feet away, teasingly coming closer and closer, the frown on Seohyun's face getting deeper and deeper until he stopped near the girl sitting in front of her, tore a page from her notebook and gave it back.

And then he did what she dreaded. He made a ball out of that paper, aimed at the teacher, taking one last look at the very satisfying horrified face of the girl who could see ghosts but refused to help them, and threw the paper ball at the teacher with considerable force, hitting him on his head.

The teacher turned, running his eyes across the classroom, not missing how everyone was glancing between the teacher and Seohyun, who folded her arms rather defensively, silently praying he wouldn't actually pick the paper ball. But the teacher bent down, and it so happened that he was also old, and a bit wrinkly, so when he read the scribbled message, his face went red.

"Who was it?!" The teacher pushed his glasses up his nose-bridge and watched as the students hesitantly pointed to Seohyun, who sank deeper into her chair, as if somehow a pit would open and swallow her.

"You meet me in my office after class." The teacher shook his head in disappointment and continued where he left.

Seohyun was given a warning, and it was her second. She had only one left before she would be kicked out of school (if something big happened, which usually did if she waited for the third warning) so she decided it was time for her to move on again.

And this time she dreaded. It was always a hassle to explain to her mom what had happened. Her mom knew she could see ghosts and when she was little, she had tried all sorts of methods, of almost all religions she could think of, hoping her only daughter would turn out normal, but she had failed. But now she liked to pretend that she had forgotten all about it, and when Seohyun told her she had gotten into trouble, she would silently nod and get her to change schools before something big happened and it got written in her school record.

So a few attempts from the old ghost trying to get her in trouble and a few days later, Seohyun was finally free of struggling. She changed schools. And tomorrow would be her first day, hopefully the last time she had to change schools before her senior year ended. Before high school ended.

Seohyun was still dressed in her old school's uniform when she went to her new school to submit her files and make sure everything was good before her first day. She had her baseball cap on this time, making sure she would hide most of her face since a lot of people would be staring at her. It was normal to stare when someone from another school came.

The black cat found her once again, following her as she walked to the building. Seohyun motioned the cat to stay and it obeyed, watching the girl walk into the building.

From a distance, San and his friends were watching the whole scene. They had recognized the girl not by her face, which was half-hidden anyway, but her cat and the grey streaks in her hair.

"Let's hope she doesn't attack you with a pebble again," Yunho snickered, and San smiled, his hand unconsciously going to the now faint scratch on his face.

"I'm not going to your rescue if that happens," Hongjoong said and Seonghwa chimed in, "Neither will I."

"I never asked you anyway..." San trailed off.

"The cat looks like it wants to escape," Jongho pointed his finger at the hoard of girls that gathered around the poor cat. "Poor cat."

"San, you should go bring the cat. It would recognize you," Mingi suggested and San considered. The cat was worth saving.

A few moments later, San was back with the cat in his arms. The cat did recognize him. He bought the cat to the boys, who lightly patted her one by one, taking turns so she wouldn't feel scared.

After about five minutes, the boys heard someone clear their throat right behind them. They turned to see it was that girl.

"Aren't you the same group from that day?" Seohyun wondered out loud.

"The cat was scared because people were gathering around her, so we brought her here," Yeosang said.

"That's... kind of you," Seohyun met eyes with each of them, and the boys got a proper look at her face for the first time without her glasses. She had light eyes. The shadows beneath her eyes were dark, which contrasted with her eyes rather strikingly.

"What were you doing here? You're not from our school," Wooyoung commented.

"Oh, I'll be joining from tomorrow..." Seohyun realized somehow she's ended up in the same school as the boys. "What class are you in?"

"Senior year, all of us," Wooyoung replied, and they didn't miss her groan.

"I'm guessing you're senior year too," Seonghwa asked, earning a nod of confirmation.

"How ironic. What if you end up in our class?" Yeosang wondered.

"God forbid," Seohyun shook her head, making them smile despite her remark. "Now, should I leave the cat here, or..."

"Does it have a name?" San asked, rubbing under the cat's chin.

"Uh, no actually," Seohyun faltered when she saw San give her a disappointed look, "I just call her kitty. You can give it a name if you want to."

"I'll think about it," San shifted his arms to hand the cat over to Seohyun, and she took it, placing the cat on her shoulders, waiting until she sat around her neck like she usually did.

"I guess I'll go now," she met eyes with San for the last time, noticing the mole on his eyelid. San nodded, and she muttered an awkward bye before walking past them, cursing at herself mentally for being so awkward with them.

"It's you who got me in trouble, you dumb cat," she muttered under her breath. The cat didn't even bother reply.

The boys watched her leave, and Yeosang finally spoke, "I have a feeling she'll be in our class now. Oh, how the tables have turned."

"Interesting," Jongho smiled, "Does San have a new friend now?"

"The cat? Sure." San smirked.

"Ah, let's see how that changes," Jongho retorted, smirking back.

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Seohyun tried to calm her nerves as she looked at herself in the mirror of the girls' toilet in her new school.

The nerves always got the better of her whenever it was her first day at a school. It usually took her about three days to get comfortable with a new environment. Seohyun sighed as she wiped her sweaty palms on her black skirt, staring at her light brown eyes. She wished she could cover them with her sunglasses so she could avoid the excessive eye contact with humans and ghosts. Sadly, she couldn't do that in class.

She finally took a deep breath and somehow managed to make herself walk to the office, where she met her homeroom teacher, a middle-aged woman. She walked along with her to her class, and the teacher smiled warmly at her as she nudged her to come along.

They entered the class and watched as the boys and girls went back to sit at their seats, the room slowly falling silent. The teacher cleared her throat.

"Good morning class, we have a new student today. Please introduce yourself."

Seohyun, who had been looking down the entire time, finally gathered whatever courage she had and ran her eyes along the class as she finally spoke.

"Good morning, I am Lee Seohyun. I hope we can get along well."

"Alright, why don't you find yourself a seat?" The teacher said and Seohyun nodded, looking at the few empty seats and considering her choices.

Her first priority was to sit as far away as possible. Preferably by the window. There was one empty seat in the furthest row, but it was next to the seat by the window already occupied by someone-

It was one of those boys. She only knew San's name for now, and it was the blonde one. She quickly scanned her other options and decided this was the best for now.

As she made her way, she realized the 8 of them were all sitting around the empty seat that she was about to sit on. San was in front of her, the strawberry blonde on her other side, the rest around them too. She wondered if the seat belonged to one of their friends so she quietly asked the blonde, "Is this seat free?"

He shook his head and she internally sighed in relief as she settled herself, focusing on whatever the homeroom teacher said, trying not to stare holes at the back of San's head, until she left a few minutes later and she slumped back in her chair.

San finally turned, raising his brows, "What a coincidence."

Seohyun shrugged, straightening her skirt. "Ironic, really."

"Is there a reason you changed schools?" The blonde turned towards her, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her curiously.

"Uh," Seohyun hesitated as she tried to recall her excuse for every time someone asked her this, "for convenience. It's closer to home."

"That's an interesting reason to change school," he replied, earning a shrug.

"Maybe she doesn't want to tell you why exactly. Am I right?" San locked eyes with her, his smirk growing.

"Maybe," Seohyun teased back.

"How's your cat?" She heard someone call, and she looked at the black haired boy.

"It's not exactly mine, but it's fine. Probably."

"That's... reassuring. I'm Wooyoung by the way. This is Yeosang-" he pointed to the blonde next to her, "San, and that's Yunho next to you."

She looked at Yunho and he waved shyly. "That's Seonghwa," he pointed in front of him, and when Seohyun nodded, he continued, "The blueberry is Hongjoong, the red one is Jongho, and that's Mingi over there."

Seohyun nodded slowly, looking at them all slowly. "Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong blueberry,-"

"I heard that!" Hongjoong shouted, turning around and making a pout at Seonghwa. Ignoring him, she continued, "San, Jongho in the front, then Mingi beside him, Wooyoung and Yeosang. I got it."

"You're quick," Yunho grinned. Seohyun wished she could tell him that it was because of the several hundred ghosts she had met and had promised never to forget their names.

"So the 8 of you are friends?" She asked, and San nodded. "Why was this seat in the middle empty then?"

"Mingi used to sit here but his eyesight got worse so he moved to the front."

"Well, that explains..."

Their teacher walked in, a man in his 30s, and she found out he was to be her math teacher. At least he's not old and wrinkly, she thought as she took out her notebook.

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The rest of her day was uneventful, except for the break when the boys asked if she wanted to join them but she didn't. She said she had to go to the office, but that was a lie. She wanted to take a breather.

When they left, she looked again at her options. She was already regretting sitting among the group of friends. She was going to be a disturbance to them, or something even worse. She didn't want them to think she was weird. Not yet.

She surprised herself at the thought. Why did she care? She had never cared before. But she told herself it was probably because she had a few encounters with them before and it would be weirder if they found out now. That she was strange. They'd probably stop talking to her very suddenly. That part always hurt her, which was why she always avoided making friends.

Seohyun shook her head and looked at the empty seat in the middle of the room. The spot was out of question. Being in the middle of the room meant she could be surprised from anywhere by those damned ghosts.

Then there was one in the very front with the wall. She could go there, but...

She felt more comfortable here. The spot was perfect. The problem was the boys. They were in for disappointment.

She saw some girls staring at her. They were probably considering if they should talk and make friends with her. But Seohyun was in no mood for friends, so she just put her head on the desk and closed her eyes.

She almost drifted to sleep when she heard someone put something on her desk. She got up and saw that it was San. "We figured you didn't have time for lunch, so."

Seohyun looked from the bread and juice to San, and back at the food presented to her. "Thank you, that's uh... very kind of you?" She looked at San and Yeosang, and they laughed shamelessly at her.

"You don't sound so happy," Yeosang commented and she shook her head, sipping at the juice to prove her point as she said, "No, actually I'm glad, but it wasn't necessary."

They just shook her head at her, smiling as they absorbed themselves in some discussion. Seohyun silently ate the bread, wishing she could disappear because she didn't even know how to thank people properly.

At that moment, Jiwoo the ghost appeared, and Seohyun muttered, "About freaking time."

Jiwoo laughed and said, "I see you're having a good day."

"And I don't expect you to ruin it, so please live up to my expectations for once," Seohyun hissed, keeping her voice as low as possible, but it still made Seonghwa look at her once before he focused back on his friends.

Seohyun sighed. She couldn't write in her notebook now because they would definitely see it. And she couldn't talk. So she just folded her arms as she slowly sipped on the juice while Jiwoo danced around the classroom.

As soon as the bell rang indicating the end of the day, Seohyun sighed in relief. The day was over without any incident. She slowly packed her bag, thinking about her promise to meet a new ghost after her school. It was a girl about her age, and thankfully she understood what school demanded of her, so she had promised to not disturb her.

"You look ready to go to your bed and fall right asleep," Yeosang commented.

"Tell me about it," Seohyun muttered, wearing her bag and making her way out of the class, the boys not far behind.

San watched Seohyun walk as if she was in a hurry but couldn't care less at the same time. She would speed up, then slow down again, and repeat.

"Are you in a hurry?" Wooyoung asked her, falling in step with her.

"Uh, not really. Just can't wait to get home," she said, but her voice didn't match what she said. She sounded the least excited to do that.

"Long day, huh?" Wooyoung said and she finally passed him a smile. "So you know no one at this school?"

"Well," she said, "I am new."

"Well, you can be our friend. Only if you want to."

She stopped in her track, making San almost bump in her, and she muttered a sorry to him as she continued walking again. San decided he would join them now.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Not sure you'd like me as a friend."

"And why do you think that?" San looked at her curiously.

Seohyun sighed, "I'm... how do I put it? I don't think I need friends. But that sounds rude. I don't mean to sound rude, it's just... better if you all don't mind me. I'd only be a bother and make everyone uncomfortable."

"We don't mind. We weren't all friends from the beginning. The group grew larger with time."

"And why do you think you don't need friends?" San asked.

Seohyun looked at him, then looked away, trying to avoid his steel gaze. "Not the type of person anyone would like as a friend."

"We won't know until we try though," Wooyoung said and smiled at her, making Seohyun wonder why the world didn't have more Wooyoungs.

"No harm in trying, right?" Yunho, who was behind her, vouched in.

Seohyun stopped to look at the odd group of friends, who were all smiling cheekily.

"You sure, blueberry?" She asked Hongjoong, who gasped in surprise. Yunho laughed out loud.

"If you don't call me blueberry, then why not?"

"Blueberry." Seohyun said and turned to walk away, hearing everyone laugh and make fun of Hongjoong. She saw the familiar figure of the ghost she had decided to meet, and she motioned with her eyes to turn to their left.

The ghost understood and it waited for her to turn left too. Seohyun looked back once at the boys who were now a good few steps behind, and she turned left, hoping no one had seen her, saw the empty road and joined hands with the ghost. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart sinking and her stomach flipping as the ghost teleported her to where it wanted to go.

The boys, who did notice her turning left in a hurry, followed soon after, only to find a very empty road with no where she could have gone or hidden.

"She did turn left. Right?" Mingi asked.

"She did. Didn't she? Or am I losing it finally?" Jongho muttered.

"Maybe it wasn't her?" Wooyoung suggested.

"But it was her. The grey in her hair..." Yunho said. "Maybe she turned right?" He looked at his right, where a few students were walking too.

San had been watching her and he was very sure she had turned left. Where she had gone... was a mystery.

"Strange..."

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"That's... horrible."

Seohyun stood in front of a small house, the white walls glaring back at her. The ghost, a young girl only her age, had just teleported her to an empty alley near this house, which belonged to her best friend. The ghost had just finished telling her how she had died; a road accident by a drunk driver. Since she had died an untimely death, she couldn't do anything about it except mourn over her own death.

"But... people who die in such accidents usually like to make sure justice is served, and get the perpetrator punished. Don't you wanna do that?"

"Oh, I did," the girl pushed her long black hair back, "my parents are doing a good job there, so I wanna let them continue. I don't... want them to know that I'm still here. They should find their peace with all this."

"Wow," Seohyun couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this girl was, "that's very wise of you actually. So what are we doing here?"

"I checked on my friend, Chaeyoung, and it seems like she's not... doing well. I want to somehow let her know that I'm okay. I think that's when I'll be able to move on."

Seohyun, for once, felt actually sorry for the friend. She didn't have a best friend so she couldn't relate, but having someone like that in your life and so suddenly losing them... must be very sad.

"Okay, let's do this," Seohyun said, taking a deep breath and taking off her baseball cap off. She smoothened her uniform and finally rang the bell.

"What if someone else is home, and she creates a ruckus-"

"I checked, she's alone for now." The girl said, and again, she mentally applauded the girl for being so thoughtful.

"Hey, what was your name again? I mean how do I introduce-"

At that moment, a tall girl sporting a bob and puffy eyes fresh from crying opened the door.

"Hi," Seohyun said.

"Do I know you?" Chaeyeong asked.

"You don't, but I'm here to talk to you. I heard your friend recently passed away-" Seohyun paused when Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and attempted to shut the door at her face.

"Wait!" Seohyun said and Chaeyoung paused.

"My name is Soojin." The ghost finally said, and Seohyun looked at her once, catching her nervous stance before turning back to Chaeyoung.

"You might not believe it, but Soojin is here," Seohyun said, and Chaeyoung pursed her lips. "And I don't have all day, so I'll just prove it. Soojin told me some stuff only the two of you would know. How you had a crush on her brother for the longest time, how you want to meet your childhood best friend who's moved to the States, how-"

"Wait," Chaeyoung stepped out, "How- when did Soojin tell you this? Are you Soojin's friend?"

"My name is Seohyun. and I'm sure you've never heard of me from Soojin," Chaeyoung nodded and Seohyun continued, "Soojin is here. She hasn't been able to move on to the afterlife or whatever it is ahead because she can't stand seeing you in pain and blaming yourself because you invited her over to meet with you. She wants you to know that her parents are doing a great job at making sure the drunk driver gets punished, and she wants you to know it's not your fault."

Seohyun watched Chaeyoung's eyes fill with tears at that, and she put a hand in front of her mouth as tears fell, "She's really here?"

"Right here," Seohyun pointed towards where Soojin stood.

"Can't I see her?" Chaeyoung asked, "I want to see her one last time. If I can."

"I'm afraid not," Seohyun sighed, "I don't know if that's possible. But she can see you and hear you right now, just like me. So I'll leave you to say your last goodbye. You can call me when you're done, okay Soojin?"

Soojin nodded and Seohyun went into the little garden in the house to give them some space. She watched as Chaeyoung cried and spoke to her best friend for the last time, falling to her knees. Soojin couldn't touch her, but she patted her head and it was like Chaeyoung could actually feel it.

Seohyun looked up at the cloudy sky. For once, she wished it was sunnier.

After a few minutes, Soojin called out to Seohyun. She awkwardly patted Chaeyoung on the back, and Soojin started speaking as Seohyun told Chaeyoung that Soojin loved her, and yes, it was her who kept sticking their photo back at the wall to give her a sign, and she wanted Chaeyoung to stop talking to the walls because she won't be there to listen to her anymore and that would only make her look crazy (at which Chaeyoung laughed).

"I don't have a best friend, but you guys, you both had something special. And I'm saying this from my self, that I hope you cherish the bond you both had in your heart and really move on. Do what you want to, because life is short," Seohyun said and smiled.

"Thank you. I'll do my best," Chaeyoung wiped the last of her tears.

"She's going now," Seohyun said, "She wants you to smile so that's the last thing she sees."

Chaeyoung smiled as tears fell from her eyes, and Soojin said, "This fool. I told her to smile."

"Stop being so petty, Soojin, she is smiling!"

"What did she say?" Chaeyoung asked.

"She said she asked you to smile, not cry," Seohyun said and Chaeyoung burst out laughing.

Soojin thanked Seohyun for helping her, and she watched as she shut her eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

Seohyun sighed, and Chaeyoung understood. "Thank you, Seohyun. I hope we can meet again?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Seohyun shook her head, "I just hope you'll have a good life ahead."

"I feel bad for not doing anything for you, maybe I could take you for some coffee next time?"

"Well, actually," Seohyun looked around, "there is something you can do. Can you tell me where I am? And can you call me a taxi?"

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It turned out Seohyun was actually quite a while from home, so Chaeyoung ended up paying for the taxi because she felt bad for Soojin being so thoughtless when she teleported her here (at which Seohyun admitted Soojin was one of the wisest ghosts she had encountered). About 40 minutes later, Seohyun decided to drop by at a food street, because she was starving.

Seohyun walked through the hustling street, various food carts lining the street, several restaurants and cafes amidst them. She decided jjajangmyeon would do, so she sat alone at the table in the street, waiting for her meal. She was too tired to look at her phone so she just watched the people walking and eating.

She wished Jiwoo was here. Better than having no company. She wouldn't admit it, but she had grown quite used to her company. Jiwoo still hadn't been able to recall her memories of who she was and how she died, and why she was still hanging around. So Seohyun had left her at it.

Seohyun was so lost thinking about Jiwoo that she didn't notice Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi approaching her until they stopped right in front of her.

"Of all the places," Seohyun wondered out loud, not caring how it might sound to them.

"It seems like we were meant to meet today," Mingi said dramatically, and Hongjoong slapped his arm as he said, "It looks like you haven't gone home yet. Isn't it very late?"

Seohyun sat back in her chair, putting one leg on top of the other. "And what do you care?"

"Ah, so that's what you meant when you said people don't like to have you as a friend," Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa gasped at his friend as he scolded him, but stopped when Seohyun laughed out loud.

"Since you're here, are you gonna take a seat or will you be continuing to walk aimlessly?"

"I guess we'll take a seat," Mingi said, and they all sat and decided to order food first.

"Aren't you cold?" Seonghwa asked, as he noticed how Seohyun put her bag on her bare legs.

"I am. But I'm okay," she said, and Seonghwa shook his head as he started to take off his jacket. "Oh please, I'm okay, I'll feel really bad if you do this."

"Nonsense, this is an extra layer anyway," Seonghwa handed her the jacket and she realized it was true; he did have many layers on him. So Seohyun put his jacket on her legs, muttering a thank you.

"So what's your story?" Hongjoong asked, and Seohyun raised her brows as she said, "You first. I'll talk after I have some food."

"Alright then," Hongjoong said, and told her how they all had been classmates since elementary, with Seonghwa and Hongjoong being friends since that time, until Wooyoung and Yeosang who had also been friends joined, then one by one the group grew.

"Interesting," Seohyun said, "And the 8 of you... How do you get along peacefully? I can't even get along with one."

Mingi pfft-ed at her. "We aren't exactly saints ourselves, but with us being 8, it becomes hard to take anyone serious."

Seohyun scoffed, "So the reason you all get along so well is because you all don't take anyone serious."

"Basically, yes," Mingi answered proudly, and food was served. Seohyun hungrily dig in, and Seonghwa scolded her for eating so quick.

"So with Seonghwa as a mother figure of the group," Seohyun began, "I can imagine why there is peace among all of you."

"Ha. ha. Very funny," Seonghwa rolled his eyes but Hongjoong and Mingi laughed, agreeing with her as they said, "She's not wrong."

She watched them bicker back and forth and wondered if this could really work out. They seemed very tightly knit, and she felt like an intruder. She wasn't even sure if they would feel comfortable with her. Why had they even asked her to be their friend?

"It really does show. That you've been friends for a long time," Seohyun commented, fiddling with her noodles.

"It does, huh?" Mingi smiled at her.

"Can I ask you something?" Seohyun said, and they nodded, "Why did you ask me to be your friend? I mean, you guys look okay as you are now. You don't need an extra friend in this group of yours. So why ask, and why me?"

"Well, how do I put it..." Hongjoong wondered out loud.

"You've got good aim," Mingi said, and for a second, Seohyun was lost before she realized.

"I didn't do that on purpose!" Seohyun's eyes were wide, and Mingi told her that he, of course, was joking, But he winked right after, which made her wonder if that was actually one of the reasons.

"Our group needs a girl. There are too many boys." Seonghwa said, and Seohyun raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure there's no lack of girls in your school."

"There isn't... but they are too... girly?" Hongjoong seemed to think how to put it, and Seohyun folded her arms.

"And what if I am girly too?" Seohyun countered.

"You're just the right amount of weird. Yeosang already clicked so well with you. San loves your cat. You sit in the middle of us. You have no friends. Now you can't avoid it."

"Wow, okay," Seohyun finished her noodles as she thought about what they had said. "And what if... we don't get along?" Seohyun asked.

"We're not exactly forcing you, are we?" Hongjoong asked and she nodded, "If you like to stay alone, then fine. But Wooyoung, it was his idea. And he really knows when a person needs a friend."

"Oh," Seohyun realized what he meant. She looked like she needed friends.

"Plus, we do get along well, don't you think?" Mingi smiled.

"Well, what can I say, except that you'll find me really weird. And okay, I can try. But one day, you're gonna wonder why you even thought we could be friends. You'll wish you'd never asked me."

The three of them stared at her. Seohyun stared back and once again, the three of them burst out laughing.

"We're already regretting. Was it so hard to make friends, Hongjoong?" Mingi asked.

"I don't even remember. Wow."

Seohyun couldn't help but laugh as she thought how it was gonna be. It was true. No one took anything serious.

Maybe they'll never find out about her ghost problems then.

Or maybe they'll never believe her.

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#ateez au #choi san #san x reader #ghost au #choi san x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez angst #choi san fluff #choi san angst #san fluff #san angst #choi san imagines #choi san au #san au #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #san #wooyoung #jongho

[h4wkstar]

WARRIOR CATS MEDICINAL HERBS

This is the list of reference I use for my med cats. It includes the canon plants as well as ones local to the area my cats are in.

Green - No Training

Orange - Apprentice

Blue - Fully Trained Medicine Cat

Pink - Senior Medicine Cat

Purple - Not Primarily Medicinal/Ceremonial

Red - Deadly

Yarrow - Applied to a wound to stop bleeding or chewed to relieve cramps, fever, anxiety and insomnia. It can induce vomiting to get rid of parasites. Typically unsafe for kits.

Wild garlic - An alternative to yarrow that is safer to give to kits for parasites.

Poppy - Seeds are swallowed to relieve pain primarily in teeth and bones; as well as dry up a queens milk after a miscarriage. The milk from broken stems and roots can be applied to burned skin to help with pain and itching.

Black Sage - Leaves are soaked in water that the cat then drinks and/or bathes in. It relieves pain and helps with urinary problems.

Horsetail - Given as a tea for a cat to drink if they are having urinary problems like kidney/bladder stones or a uti. Brew with caution. If administered incorrectly a cat will be unable to meow after drinking.

Goldenrod - For trouble with the liver a cat eats a whole flower root to petals once a day for a moon cycle. If a cat is fainting or suffering from sunstroke they may drink a tea made of the flower to help them rest and regain strength.

Aster - Helps induce heat for queens that would like to start a family when drank after soaking in water. When soaked in water with stems of Yarrow and Garlic it helps mothers with parasites, fever, or some other types of internal illnesses.

Toothwort - The root can be chewed to cure stomach ache and cramping. The roots soaked in water is drank to stop heat, and the entire plant soaked in water is drank to increase lactation in queens.

Mayflower - Chewed and swallowed with poppy seeds it helps with kitting pains for queens. Drinking leaves soaked in water cures indigestion and the whole plant in water helps with the kidneys.

Wild Senna - Cats must swallow the beans three times a day for them to work as a laxative and dewormer that is safe for kits.

Mints/Catnip/Catmint - Leaves and flowers are eaten for aid with indigestion and any number of other stomach or GI problems. Eating the leaves daily and applying a paste to nipples can help relieve nursing pain and hasten the weaning process. A wash of the leaves and flowers can be applied to skin to relieve poison ivy and other rashes. Catnip is the ideal treatment for green cough, leaves must be chewed twice daily for three days. Some cats swear that the herb is also enjoyable recreationally giving a sense of euphoria and energy but others feel no effect from it at all.

Yellow Poppy - The flower and seeds are chewed and swallowed in combination with Yarrow Root and Catnip to relieve a cat having a seizure.

Pitch Pine - Needles are soaked in water for a cat to drink as a laxative and a mild anti-inflammatory and pain reliever. Water may also be poured onto wounds to open and relieve infection.

Meadow Buttercup - Whole flower is mashed and chewed for cold and chest pain. Roots are soaked in water and drank to cure diarrhea. Use with caution, this plant is known to be deadly.

Agrimony - Roots are chewed and swallowed with water to cure diarrhea.

Barren Strawberry - Plants are smashed with water and applied to snakebites to draw out venom, the water is also drank to remove it from the blood and body.

Alder Bark - Bark from young trees is chewed to relieve tooth ache, can be used more frequently than poppy seeds and is easier to find in cold season.

Blackberry Leaves - Leaves are mashed and applied to the skin to relieve swelling from beestings.

Borage Leaves - Flowers and leaves are chewed to reduce fever and to help queens produce more milk.

Burdock Root - Roots are chewed to relieve pain and infection from bite wounds.

Burnet - Chewed to help stop bleeding and increase stamina before going on a long journey or before battle.

Celandine - Flowers are soaked in water and then dripped into the eye to treat wounds or irritation.

Chamomile - Flowers are chewed to relieve anxiety and help ground a cat as well as reduce insomnia.

Cherval - Leaves are chewed and swallowed to relieve toothache and bellyache.

Chickweed - An alternative treatment for green cough when catnip is unavailable. Double the amount of leaves must be chewed than catnip.

Coltsfoot - Leaves are chewed to relieve breathing problems and cure kitten cough.

Comfrey Root - Roots are chewed to reduce pain from broken bones and wrenched out claws. It also helps relieve stiff joints that many elders suffer from.

Dandelion - Stem sap is applied to bee stings to reduce irritation and swelling, leaves are chewed to act as a pain killer.

Dock - Poltice of leaves is applied to scratches but stings when applied. It also soothes sore paw pads after long journies.

Fennel - Another herb for the elders, the juice reduces pain in the joints associated with old age.

Feverfew - Eaten to reduce fever and chills as well as relieving pain, especially those in the head and teeth.

Heather Nectar - Sweet and delicious nectar that makes medicine easier to swallow.

Honey - Makes swallowing medicine easier and soothes sore and burn throats and skin. It also soothes coughing and infection as well as boosting a cats energy.

Juniper Berries - Swallowed to help upset stomachs, breathing, and giving strength. It also has calming effects for anxious cats.

Mallow Leaves - Chewed and swallowed to relieve mild bellyaches.

Marigold - Flowers are chewed to stop bleeding and infection, as well as reduce inflammation and pain from stiff joints.

Mouse Bile - Used to remove ticks, medicine cats must be cautious not to taste it or the taste won't leave their mouth for a week.

Dried Oak Leaves - Used to cover wounds and help prevent infection from setting in to a wound.

Parsley - Chewed to dry up a queens milk when no longer necessary. It also helps reduce stomach aches.

Ragwort Leaves - Mixed with berries and eaten to reduce pain from aching joints and keep up a cats energy.

Raspberry Leaves - Chewed to reduce bleeding and painkiller during kitting.

Stinging nettle - Seeds induce vomiting and leaves bring down swelling. When mixed with comfrey it helps heal broken bones.

Sweet Sedge - The sap from stems must be swallowed three times daily to cure infection.

Tansy - Flowers must be eaten whole and cures coughs and sore throats before they become contagious. It must be consumed in small quantities lest it be fatal.

Willow Bark - Chewed to relieve pain.

Willow Leaves - Eaten to ease vomiting.

Wintergreen Bush - Leaves and berries are eaten to cure poisoning.

Thyme - Chewed to relieve anxiety and to help calm a cats nerves. They are another fragrant plant to help hide death smell.

Lavender - Flowers are soaked in water and drank to cure fevers and chills. Bundles are hung around camp to hide the smell of death when a member passes.

Beech Leaves - Large non medicinal leaves used as satchels to store and carry others.

Bindweed - Long thin weeds that are used to tie splints, bandages, and poltices to wounds.

Cobwebs - Used to soak up and stop bleeding, it also absorbs juice and poltices to hold them onto wounds. Another use is a comfortable padding for splints on a broken bone.

Ivy Leaves - Another non medicinal plant that is used to store other herbs

Rosemary - No medicinal effects, it's mixed with lavender to hide the scent of death in the camp.

Rush - Used to help bind splints and broken bones

Toxic plants

Deathberries - A toxic berry that is commonly used in murders of other cats. Rather than a peaceful death like nightshade cats suffer internal bleeding, bloody vomit, and seizures for a slow painful death.

Foxglove Seeds - When seeds are swallowed cats become paralyzed and have a heart attack.

Holly Berries - Deadly to kits and causes stomach upset in adults.

Deadly Nightshade - Poisonous berries are used to quickly end the suffering of a cat that will not survive their wounds or sickness.

Water Hemlock - Causes writhing and foaming at the mouth, commonly ingested on accident by cats that haven't studied herbs.

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[patheticfrogarchive]

…please elaborate 👀 (I agree w/ bts post)

OK I AM DRUNK BUT HERE ARE MY MAIN THOUGHTS that are probably a mes but again i am quite drunk

kpop stan culture is. absolutely encouraged by the big name... labels i guess??

take bts in particular for example. they are the only kpop group im familiar w so im just gonna be talking abt them from now on

LIKE ITS DOWN TO THE SMALLEST THINGS. weverse notifications?? its always "*idol name* shared a post with you" YOU. LIKE. YOU PERSONALLY. NO!!!!! HE DID NOT SHARE IT WITH YOU!!! ITS A PUBLIC POST!!!

like its all set up tp make you think that you have a personal relationship with these guys. i hate the twitter buzzword of parasocial relationship BUT IT REALLY IS. you have bts members coming online and waxing poetic about how much they "miss army" and "cant wait to see army" as if its a singular person. its not. there is no way they care about every single individual fan. im sorry but they dont

im sure they are lovely guys. and i dont doubt that they are very apreciative of their fans. fans make the artist you know? theyd be insane to not be tahnkful!!! but to LOVE EVERY SINGLE FAN???? ALL THE SHIT THEY SAY ABOUT "OH I WONDER WHAT ARMY ARE DOING TODAY" THEY DONT CARE!!!!! HOW CAN THEY!!!!! ITS NOT REAL!!!! their personas are so obvisouly formulated and created to sell shit

its all about selling shit. yes the 7 members of bts are most likely in it bc they are truly passionate about making music and spreading kindess but like. the company they are under only cares about money. trying to argue otherwise makes you look whack to me

people are all about eat the rich and capitalism bad until its benefitting their fave sexy man

ANYWAY people wholly devote their fucking lives to these people who will NEVER know them or truly care about them and its genuinely insane for me to watch like. i will see countless people on twitter waste DAYS of their lives streaming songs and waste so much money buying shit just to """support their boys""" when the LAST thing these guys need is money. charts mean nothing. numbers mean nothing. at the end of the day it does not fucking matter if their shitty song written by ed sheeren reached number one or not. and you all wasting your lives away acting like youre working a full time job streaming garbage is a waste of time im sorry!!!!!

its actually insane and kind of sad that i see so many young people devoting their lives to these people who do NOT know them and will NEVER know them or care about them the way these fans want them to. its an insanely unhealthy culture that is set up and is, in my opinion, DESIGNED to prey on vulnerable people.

and again. im sure the bts guys are lovely people. im sure theyre very nice. but at the same time im sure they too have been taught to say things certain ways to draw these people in and cnvince fans that they have personal relationships. "army we care about you all!!" no they dont. its impossible. yes im sure they're grateful for their fans!!! any famous persn would be insane to not be!!! but do they care about each and every individual one???? HELL NO!!!!!!!

also just a side note but if you ask me its actually kpop stans who infantalize these idols the most. they are not your "boys" they are not the "tannies" they are not your "uwu softe hobi jimim tatetae joonie jinnie meow meow kookie" who do no wrong and need defending from harm. they are grownass men who you need to treat like normal adult human beings. stop being fucking weird. as as korean person myself its fucking demeaning seeing prominent korean people being treated like fucking babies who cant handle anything that comes their way. i PROMISE you that jungkook isnt getting depressed over some random twitter user who called him ugly. you dont need to report them for hate speech. its not that big a deal. god. yes they and other korean groups face racism, but not everytning is a fucking attack.

there is nothing wrong with loving a kpop group or stanning a certain idol but also you have to be realistic about it. if your mental health is suffering because of someone you do not know, or if you are suffering financially because of a kpop idol, please seek help.

#ask

[dawninlatin]

We’re not getting a pet, love

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU

This was requested by @biaguiar11​. Sorry for taking so long, hope you like it:)

Words: 2307

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A/N: I would like to dedicate this fic to my cat, Chewbacca. Had you not been so adorable this morning, this piece of shit never would have existed. *tears up* I love you man<3<3

Also feel free to leave a comment, telling me what you think;)

«Come on!»

«No.»

«Manon, please.» Dorian tried his very best to make sad-puppy eyes at his girlfriend, pouting his lip, all of it to convince her that they simply had to get a cat.

«We’re not getting a cat, and if you send me one more GIF of cute kittens I will block you on all social media.» She was glaring at him from across the counter, and Dorian would be lying if he said it didn’t terrify him slightly.

They’d been having this discussion for weeks, but she wouldn’t budge. Dorian insisted that it was the natural step to take next in their relationship - they’d recently bought a house - and honestly, every home should have a cat.

Too bad Manon didn’t agree.

«But just imagine a teeny, tiny, adorable kitten curling up against you, with it’s tiny paws and tiny, little face.» The image was so adorable it made Dorian tear up a little.

Manon shook her head, giving him an annoyed look. «Kittens aren’t adorable. They’re cunning, vicious little creatures that will kill you in your sleep,» she said, shuddering.

«Don’t tell me the Manon Blackbeak is afraid of kittens?» 

«Pfft, I’m not afraid of kittens,» Manon claimed, but Dorian noticed the way she didn’t meet his eyes, the way she bit her lip. His girlfriend was many things, but a good liar was not one of them. 

Dorian was baffled. Even if he hated that word, it was the only way to truly describe how shocked he was at this admittance. She was the one who killed the spiders in their relationship, after all. «So getting a pet snake is fine with you, but you’re afraid of a cat?»

Last week, when they’d had the exact same argument, Manon had suggested that if he was so eager to get a pet, they could get a snake. He knew she’d said it just to shut him up, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he one day came home to them having a pet snake. The mere idea had him feeling a little sick. He’d told her as much then, but Manon had only grinned like a mad woman.

No way were they getting a snake.

«I’m done with this discussion,» was all she said before disappearing up the stairs.

Dorian wasn’t done though, and he stood up, trailing after her, all the way into their bedroom, where he found her putting away laundry. She always started cleaning when she was angry.

«Why can’t we get a cat?» he whined.

«I’m allergic,» she said, her words blunt. She didn’t even turn around to look at him, instead walking into the adjoining bathroom with a pile of clothes.

Flopping onto the bed, Dorian said, «We both know you’re not allergic.» He gave her a pointed stare as she reentered the room, stopping in the doorway.

«I just don’t understand why you absolutely have to get a cat.»

«I just don’t understand why you absolutely refuse to get a cat.» Dorian pouted once more, fluttering his eyelashes for extra effect.

Manon let out a long, annoyed sigh, but he knew her anger had faded based on the faint smile playing on her lips.

«Pets are a lot of work, Dorian. We’re busy enough as it is.»

This, at least, was an argument he had prepared for. «It isn’t. All you have to do is feed it twice a day, let it out when it has to pee and give it some love and attention. And you’re very good at the love and attention part!»

«But I have already decided that we’re not getting a cat.»

Turning so he lay on his stomach, he brought back the puppy eyes from earlier, and said, «But think of all the sad, lonely kittens at the animal shelter who doesn’t have anyone to love them…» Dorian pretended to wipe away a tear. Manon answered by giving him a deadly glare accompanied by her middle finger.

«Must you be so dramatic? I’m really dating a child…»

Dorian placed his head in his palms, kicking his legs just to further her point. «You love it when I’m dramatic.»

«I don’t,» Manon said, sitting down next to him.

«You do,» Dorian said, flicking her nose.

«Don’t boop me.»

«If we had a kitten I could boop them instead.»

Manon quickly stood up again, throwing her arms in the air as she let out a frustrated groan. «I’m not losing this argument!»

-

She had lost the argument.It was the only way to explain why she now found herself standing at the local animal shelter. 

Manon wanted to be mad, she really did, but Dorian was making it hard for her with his fawning over all the tiny, squeaking kittens.

«Oh, look at that one Manon. Isn’t it adorable?» 

No, they weren’t adorable, she wanted to say, eager to get it over with as soon as possible. They had come her straight after work, so she was tired, and hungry, and she didn’t even want to get a cat. This was all on Dorian.

But to be fair…he deserved this. Deserved to be happy. It was what had made her cave in the end, actually. 

Dorian had pouted his lips and made those puppy eyes for the billionth time and said, «Don’t you want me to be happy?» 

And truth be told…she would gladly endure a little ball of fur terrorizing their home if it meant the love of her life was happy.

Manon rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Living with Dorian had made her soft…

Sensing her discomfort, Dorian placed a hand on her lower back, drawing her closer. He pressed a light kiss on her head before his attention shifted back to the small demons. 

But Manon couldn’t stay in here for much longer. Animals in cages, even if they were well cared for, and only here for a short while, had always made her uncomfortable, and the hall was too dark, too cramped, the walls coming closer, and then there was the gods-damned smell. Was this smell supposed to take permanent residence in her house from now on? She had to get out, had to get air-

«I’m sorry,» she mumbled to Dorian before heading towards the heavy door at the end of the hall. She’d nearly made it when a tiny squeak made her stop. 

She crouched down and peered into the dark cage. In one of the corners, she could make out a tiny, pitch-black kitten taking her in with big, sad eyes.

«What’s wrong with this one?» she asked the middle aged woman that had shown them around.

«He’s a fighter, that one,» the woman said, giving Manon a grim smile. 

«Born much smaller than the rest of the litter, so his mother abandoned him. When he came to us, he was so weak we didn’t think he would survive, but he fought with teeth and claws, and now he’s as healthy as any other cat.» She looked proud of the little black cat. «He still keeps to himself though, won’t go near the other cats, as afraid as he is. I swear he is even terrified of his own shadow.»

Hearing these words, Manon felt something strange settle deep inside, and she hardly had time to think before she announced to the room; «We want this one.»

Dorian, who’d made his way over to her, looked at the kitten, then back at Manon, and grinned. «If you say so.»

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

-

This was a horrible idea.

When they’d first gotten home, the cat with them, Manon had gone straight to the shower, leaving Dorian to take care of it all.  

Once she emerged from the bathroom, nearly an hour later, Dorian was still sitting on the floor, and the cat was still inside the cardboard box they had carried him in. 

Apparently, Dorian had tried everything he could think of to coax the kitten out of his hiding spot, but he remained in the corner, curled up into a quivering ball. 

It wasn’t until he had spotted Manon, looking over the edge, that he had let out a high-pitched meow, making his way out of the box on stumbling feet.

«Him,» she tried explaining, pointing to Dorian, as the cat made his way towards her, «Go to him.» But the cat either didn’t understand, or he simply didn’t care, stopping right in front of her.

«I’m not your mother,» she told the creature, voice frantic. It was sitting on the floor, staring at her with big, yellow eyes. It blinked once, and Manon jumped off the floor.

«Okay, that cat is giving me the creeps, so I’ll leave you to it, I have work to do.» 

Dorian’s answering chuckle followed her into the kitchen, where she started making a much needed cup of coffee. She opened the cabinet and pulled out her favorite mug. The one shaped like a t-rex.

A yelp escaped her as she turned around to find the tiny, black kitten sitting right in front of her, head tilted slightly. «Holy sh-»

«I think he likes you,» Dorian said, appearing in the doorway. He was wearing his usual smug expression. 

«Nope, I can’t do it,» Manon said, taking a step forward. The cat followed, trailing her like a shadow. 

Deciding to distract him, Manon walked over to his bowls and stood there, waiting, until he began eating. Once she’d made sure he wouldn’t fall into his water bowl and drown, Manon hauled ass all the way to her study on the second floor, leaving Dorian with the horrid beast he had wanted so badly.

As the door shut behind her, she let out a sigh of relief. If the cat somehow managed to reach her now, she was moving out. He could just have the house.

Manon began to work, needing to plan her classes for tomorrow. She tried to focus on her task, but more often than not, her mind wandered off to what she was missing out on downstairs.

She truly didn’t care for the creature, but what if he was scared? Would he be able to settle in their home? He had been treated so horribly…had been so alone. Would he get the love and care he needed from them?

Cursing her boyfriend for putting her in this situation, Manon grabbed her laptop and dragged herself back down to the living room. 

What she didn’t expect to find was the house all quiet, Dorian sitting on the couch with a book, the cat nowhere to be seen. «Where is he?» she whispered carefully.

«Under the couch, sleeping. I think he likes dark corners.»

«Hm,» was all Manon said, sitting next to him. She opened her laptop once more and tried to focus on her work.

«Are you okay?» Dorian asked, and as she turned to look at him, she found concern softening his features.

She sighed. «Yes. I’ll get used to it…eventually.» She didn’t sound entirely convinced, but Dorian released a breath of relief.

«You know I love you, right?» Dorian asked, before standing up and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

«Yeah, and I love you,» she whispered back, pulling him down so his lips could meet hers.

As they broke apart, Dorian headed towards the stairs, announcing, «I’m taking a shower, won’t be long.»

Manon sunk further into the couch, fighting to stay awake. She just had to finish up her work-

A high-pitched meow interrupted her, and she looked down to find their cat trying to climb onto the couch, his claws imbedded deep into the fabric. «Not the couch,» Manon groaned softly, but there was no real reprimand in her voice. 

The kitten struggled to pull his tiny body onto the piece of furniture, and when he finally succeeded, Manon reached over to pet his little head. The movement felt awkward, but the cat’s eyes widened, and he quickly climbed onto Manon’s chest, before settling there, right over her heart. 

Manon’s whole body stiffened at first, nervous for what the beast would do next, but he only began purring, pressing his small paws against her chest. «Fine,» Manon whispered, giving in at last. She placed her laptop on the table, simply letting herself relax.

She began stroking him, and he answered by purring even louder.

«What a big day you must’ve had,» Manon said to the small cat. «I can’t imagine how scary it must be to move into such a big house with two strangers.»

He probably couldn’t understand her, but she kept going anyway.

«This is your home from now on. We’ll give you love and care, and I promise we won’t abandon you.» The kitten looked at her with those big eyes of his, meowing once. It made Manon’s heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

«We need to give you a name, too. Dorian wanted Batman, you know, since you’re all black, but one, that is the most uncreative, unoriginal name I have ever heard, and two, all the other cats will bully you for it, and we can’t have any of that, can we?» She gave him a serious look. «So I refused, you can thank me later.»

But Batman or not, the cat still needed a name. Manon searched her memory for anything that could fit. It had to be unique, and badass, and- 

«Abraxos.»

The cat lifted his head, staring at her.

«Your name is Abraxos,» Manon decided, marveling at how right it felt.

After that, he settled down, curling into a ball once more. Before Manon knew it, Abraxos was asleep, and at the small, warm weight on her chest, at the sound of him snoring softly, Manon smiled, knowing she already loved this cat very, very much.

#did i mention that i love cats? #dawninlatin teacher au #manorian fluff #manorian au #manorian fanfiction #manorian #manon x dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #abraxos #throne of glass #throne of glass fluff #throne of glass fanfiction #sarah j maas

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Death by Waffles

Summary: When Tony decides to adopt a cat for Morgan, Peter is almost more excited about it than the six-year-old. He just failed to mention one minor issue before coming to visit at the lake house for the weekend.

Or, in which Peter is horrifically allergic to cats but JUST LOVES THEM SO MUCH.

Word count: 1,638

Genre: Fluff, slight whump, humor

A/N: Thanks to @xxx-cat-xxx & @sallyidss for beta reading and giving me ideas! 

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“I still think we should have called him Winston Furrchill,” Tony says with a shrug, watching Peter, who’s sitting cross legged on the living room floor, grinning ear-to-ear, stroking the long-haired cat’s fur.

“That’s so boorrring, Daddy,” Morgan complains. She grabs the little feather teaser and dangles it in front of the cat’s face. He lifts a paw lazily to bat at it. “All your ideas were so boring.”

“What are you talking about?” Tony balks at her, eliciting giggles from Peter and a dramatic groan from the six-year-old. “My ideas were gold. Mr. Meowgi. Bill Clawsby. Genghis Khat.”

Peter snaps once and shoots a finger gun Tony’s direction. “Luke Skywhisker!” he throws in, causing Morgan to groan. “Ooh! Call him Nick Furr-y!”

“No! His name is Waffles!” Morgan exclaims, throwing up her hands in exasperation and causing the kitty in question to dart across the room and dive into his favorite hiding place—the cardboard box that his brand new, untouched, three-hundred-dollar cat tree came in. Tony just rolls his eyes; it’s behavior like this that makes him almost regret spending the last four days in the workshop designing that damn feline an elaborate catwalk and perch system spanning every room of the lake house.

(Almost.)

Morgan sticks her lip out in a pout.

“Aw, Mo, we were just teasing,” Peter says, patting her arm with a kind smile. “Waffles is a great name—I love it.”

That seems to console her. She grins back at him. “It’s ‘cus when we brought him home, he was really scared the first day and he just wanted to hide under my bed. So Daddy said I could eat breakfast in my room with him so he’d feel safer, but then I had to go to the bathroom and when I was gone he stole my waffle,” she rambles.

Peter quirks an eyebrow. “Your cat ate a waffle?”

Morgan nods. “Uh-huh, and then he puked it up again on the carpet!” she explains cheerfully.

“Ah yes, fond memories…” Tony mutters.

“So I named him Waffles,” Morgan concludes. “But I almost called him Syrup, ‘cus he got that on his paws when he walked on the plate, and then he ran around everywhere and it was all sticky. Mommy says that’s why we got ants after.”

While Peter snorts out a laugh, Tony just runs a hand over his face and sighs. “It’s been a long week.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Peter laughs, rubbing a hand at his eyes. He uncrosses his legs and gets to his feet to walk over to the box where Morgan is trying to lure Waffles out again. “I always wanted a cat, but May never let me get one—said they were too much hassle.”

“They are,” Tony says emphatically.

“Are not,” Morgan disagrees. As Peter sits down by the box, she picks up the bag of kitty treats and starts shaking it, causing Waffles to poke his head out. She pours out three little treats onto her open palm. He sniffs them suspiciously, then turns his nose up and buries himself back in the box.

Morgan turns to Tony and shrugs. “I don’t think he likes chicken flavor anymore. You gotta get him the salmon ones, Daddy.”

“But you told me this morning that he doesn’t like salmon,” Tony argues. “He only eats the premium chicken with gravy.”

Morgan shakes her head. “No, no that’s his wet food. He only eats dry salmon, and wet chicken. And sometimes tuna, but only that one in the blue bag.”

“And waffles,” Peter throws in with a wry smile, sitting down to start stroking the cat inside the box. “Don’t forget the waffles, Mr. Stark.”

“At this rate, I’m thinking it’d be better to just install a cat flap and let him find his own mice for dinner,” Tony grumbles.

As if on cue, Waffles meows irritably and leaps out of the cardboard box, straight onto Peter’s lap. However in doing so, the cat’s fluffy tail tickles the kid’s nose. Peter sneezes twice—rather violently—startling the cat to the point that it shoots across the room and climbs halfway up the drapes.

“Waffles!” Morgan cries and races after him.

Sniffling a bit, Peter gives a sheepish smile. “Whoops.”

Tony rolls his eyes and extends a hand to help lever the kid up again. Peter rubs at his eyes again—which Tony notices are redder than usual. He raises an eyebrow suspiciously. “Are you sure ‘too much hassle’ was the only reason May was against you having cats?”

Something flashes across Peter’s face, but it’s gone just as soon as it appears. “Yeah, yeah of course. Well, that and she’s more of a dog person, really, but they’re not allowed in the apartment.”

“Hm.” Tony glances at his watch. “Alright, well it’s almost His Royal Highness’ dinner time.” He gestures to the kitchen. “Let’s go see if we can get him to choke down some caviar and truffles or something…”

X

Three hours later, Tony can’t ignore the signs any longer. After witnessing Peter’s third sneezing fit since dinner, he privately pulls the kid out into the kitchen. “Pete, c’mon,” he sighs. “Just admit it already.”

Taking a tissue from the box Tony holds out to him, Peter shrugs innocently. “Alright, you got me. Guess I’m coming down with a cold.” He wipes his nose.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “A cold that began ten minutes after entering our home and has only gotten progressively worse since?”

Peter chuckles a bit. “Yeah, go figure, right? Perfect timing for my weekend off. What does Doctor Banner call that again?” He tilts his head to the side in thought. “Starts with an L…”

“Pete…”

“Leisure sickness!” he recalls, his face lighting up. “That’s the word. Think I’ve got that.”

Rolling his eyes, Tony starts ticking each symptom off on his fingers. “Your nose is running, your eyes are watery, you’re sneezing—”

“Which is all from the cold,” Peter cuts him off. He coughs twice into his elbow. “See? Sick.”

Tony scoffs. “In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve never once admitted to being sick unprompted.” He pauses a beat. “Including that time you were actively vomiting.”

Peter rubs a hand at the back of his neck and gives a sheepish grin. “So I'm really demonstrating growth, then, huh?”

Tony ignores him and soldiers on. “You’re itching,” he says, gesturing to the red welts emerging on Peter’s forearms and neck. “You’re getting a rash—”

Peter tugs his hoodie sleeves down to cover them. “I think that’s the new laundry soap I’ve been using...”

Tony blinks at him. “Your eyes are bright red, kid.”

Peter opens his mouth to retort something, but then closes it again. He drops his gaze to the floor and lets out a hard sigh. “Okay… okay you’re right,” he admits. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t wanna say it around Morgan.” He looks up and, with a totally straight expression, whispers, “I’ve been smoking weed, Mr. Stark. I’m actually tripping balls right now.”

“Peter, just admit that you’re allergic to cats!”

“Huh?” Morgan cries from the living room where she has her kitty on her lap while she watches Curious George. “Peter’s allergic to Waffles?!” The cat dives off her lap and out into the kitchen, hiding behind Peter’s leg.

Peter winces. Then his nose wrinkles up and he sneezes four times into his wad of tissues. When he draws in his next breath, it’s more of a wheeze.

Tony heaves out a sigh. “Alright, we’re done here.” He bends down and scoops the cat up. “Waffles is staying in Pep’s office for the remainder of this weekend.”

“What?” Morgan blurts.

“Yeah, what?” Peter echos, snatching the cat back from Tony’s arms. “You can’t do that!”

“Pete, he’s making you sick,” Tony points out as Peter sneezes yet again. “If you’re already this bad in three hours, how do you expect to breathe in a couple more days?”

Peter looks stricken. “But… But you don’t understand.” He hugs the cat a little tighter and Tony swears he can see fresh hives emerging on Peter’s neck. “I just love him so much, Mr. Stark,” he says earnestly. “I would honestly die for this cat.”

Tony sighs and pats his shoulder consolingly. “Yeah, and that’s looking more and more like it might become reality, kiddo...”

X

It takes some convincing—and a bit of bribery—but eventually he gets the kids to agree to his plan. In the end, Morgan and Peter settle for a six-foot-tall ‘Royal Castle Kitty Condo’ (complete with a litter moat) in exchange for Waffles’ temporary banishment. He then sends Peter to the guest room while he and Morgan transfer the cat’s most essential supplies into the office, grateful for once that Pepper’s staying downtown this weekend.

Waffles promptly makes himself at home on the very top of her bookshelf—after first knocking over two glass figurines and a meticulously ordered stack of papers, sending legal documents flying around the room.

(Tony wonders just what kind of royal castle equivalent he’s going to have to bribe Pepper with when she gets back.)

X

It’s 12:16 a.m. when Tony remembers that they forgot to give Waffles his anti-hairball paste that evening and comes grumbling out of bed to do so.

It’s 12:19 a.m. when Tony opens the office door to see Peter, sitting on the floor with that damn cat curled up in his lap, wheezing out a high-pitched chant of, “Who’s a good kitty? Who’s a good boy?” between puffs of his inhaler as he strokes Waffles’ fur.

It’s 12:21 a.m. when Tony just gives up trying to reason with the kid and goes raiding the bathroom cabinets for Benadryl.

X

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Can you do some Aizawa thirst? more chubby oc/reader would be loved too plz. Thanks !!

OF course! Thanks so much, for the ask! How could I resist a good Aizawa request? <3 This is longer than I planned to write...woops lol. 

Cleanliness : Eraserhead x OC

Aizawa Shota x ChubbyOFC / Reader #daddykink #praise #DomAizawa #chubbypositive #alittleangsty #Non-heroWife #Domcare #Subspace #petplay #HusbandAizawa

I started this as something sweet, short and sexy...but it got filthy and long pretty fast LOL

“Hello?” A tired voice calls into the apartment. Eraserhead had finally gotten home, heavy bags lining the bottom rim of his eyes. Work had been difficult. It always is. On the bright side, he could come home early to his wonderful wife today...that is not a normal treat he can give. 

“Kitten?” His voice called out again, removing his jacket and capture weapon to hang on the hook in the living room. The common area seemed quiet, but that wasn't the disturbing part. How clean it was, is what bothered him. 

“Mow!” A tabby cat stretched on top of the freshly vacuumed sofa, pawing a single front leg at his owner. 

“Wrong kitten,” Aizawa mumbles quietly, petting his cat from head to tail. 

Abandoning the adorable fluff ball, he leisurely walks towards the bedroom. Along the way, he checks her office and finds it in an equally clean state. His black eyes hover over the ripped art canvas in the corner, before closing the door and continuing to his bedroom. Along the way he notices they dusted even the tops of the paintings hanging in the hallway. The pleasant feeling of mopped wooden floors under his feet. 

She was most definitely in a mood today. 

Opening their bedroom door, his feet met plush carpet, and he eyes the well-made bed. Black pillows fluffy and wrinkle-free, plush grey comforter neatly tucked into the sides of the bed. A single all-white cat lifts its head to meet their master. Aizawa paces to pet the cat before it demands his presence, and notes the dusted dressers, wiped mirror and spotless tv hanging on the wall. Even the plants by the window are seemingly spotless, and the teacher sighs heavily at the implications. 

His precious wife is bored, lonely, or upset. Possibly all three. 

Walking over to the bathroom door, he can hear the soft mumbles from his wife. Soft music is playing. Occasionally splashes. He quickly turns the knob, unlocked, and steps inside. 

“Shouta!” A voice calls, splashes loudly echoing as she pulls her legs to her chest. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” is his monotone response. “...with my wife Yuna. Or I thought we did... I don’t remember the place being so spotless,” Yuna laughs in response, wrapping her chubby arms around her knees. 

“Yeah! I just started cleaning the kitchen and just ended up...doing the entire apartment. You're home early, though! Peaceful day for the hero stuff?” Aizawa watches the way she tenses as he draws near, hunching down to balance on his ankles as he sticks a hand into the bathwater. It's lukewarm. 

“mhm. Your water is almost cold. How long you been in the bath?”

“I dunno. I’m done, lemme get dressed and we can start dinner,” Yuna mumbles. She watches intently as her husband's hand gently runs up her skin and knee, stopping at the large bruise present on her thigh. 

“What did you do to your leg?” Aizawa grumbles, eyes the way the yellow and blue swirl together into purple. 

“It was just an accident at the store, no biggie,” Yuna swats away her husband's hand, laughing it off. “...Why don’t you go start us some water boiling? I’ll be ready in a jiffy!” 

“Because I’m in the middle of a conversation. What did you do at the store? Trip and fall?”

“I ran into a cart by accident! It's not a big deal, Shouta, honestly,” 

“Why did you run into a cart?”

“Because I was clumsy!”

“You’ve never been clumsy a day in your life,” Aizawa dead-pans. His wife refuses to meet his eyes, Standing back up, he offers a hand to his wife. 

“I can get ready just fine Shouta...” Aizawa stands still, continuing to stare down at his wife. When she relents and grabs his hand, he hoists her up out of the bath and on to the bath rug with him. Grabbing the towel off the wall, he dries Yuna. 

“Shouta this isn’t necessary, really,” Yuna mumbles embarrassed, making swipes to grab the towel. Aizawa takes special care, lifting her breasts and drying under each one before continuing on. He does the same with her cheeks, before dipping between her legs. “...Shouta-”

“Be quiet Kitten,” comes his monotone response. Yuna watches his face as he works, focused, and thoughtful. Any arguments she planned, die out, and she submits quietly. Comfortably. 

When he moves to dry her hair, she welcomes the pressure he applies, massaging right by her ears and the base of her skull. The plush of the towel wraps around her body afterward, and she hears Aizawa pick up her brush and comb. The hero begins gently brushing through, switching to the comb when he hits a tangle. A quiet melody plays around them. A soft kiss is pressed against her neck, and she hums quietly. When she hears the brush clink against the ceramic sink, she knows he is done. 

“Kitten?” Aizawa’s voice in her ears. She turns to meet him with glazed eyes and he uses a finger to tilt her chin upwards to him. He places a soft kiss on her lips, another on her forehead. “...Let’s go get you dressed,”

Yuna nods in response, following him out into their bedroom. She takes a seat at the edge of the bed as he paces over to their dresser. A white ball of fur crawls into her lap and meows loudly. She giggles, affectionately petting her feline friend. When Aizawa returns he picks up the cat and places them back on the bed, Unwrapping the towel until it pools around her waist.

“Hands up Kitten,” Aizawa whispers, enjoying the way she does so without resistance. He places one of his oversized black shirts on her. She looks back up at him with a look of pure adoration and he can’t help himself from giving another soft kiss to her lips. “...Let’s go make some food,”

The way she tenses her lips doesn't go unnoticed.

Yuna follows him quietly through the hall, stopping to pet their cat on top of the sofa still, before entering the kitchen behind him. While her husband gathers ingredients from the fridge, she grabs a pot from the lower cabinet to fill with water and place it on the stove. When she turns around, there is a glass of strawberry milk in front of her face… in her favorite Sailor Moon glass. Her lips scrunch together, and when she opens her mouth to say something she is quickly cut off.

“Drink it,” Aizawa leaves no room for argument. She nods and sips on her milk. With every sip, she rocks on the balls of her feet more and more- in till a brighter expression rests on her face. The milk almost gone, she helps prep the vegetables with Aizawa. A soft hum echoes in the kitchen.

It isn’t long before all the veggies and meat and sauteing in a pan, noodles not far behind in the pot on the stove. Aizawa sits on a barstool off to the side, absently mildly on his phone as Yuna tosses the food together. When she places a plate in front of him, he looks up to see a bright smile on her face. They eat in silence, comfortable and necessary. Aizawa watches closely the way she cleans up, rinsing dishes off, and beginning to clean them to put in the drying rack. The hero gets up to help by drying, ready to approach the conversation again.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened to your leg now?” Yuna keeps humming for a moment, handing him the cutting board to dry off.

“It's not a big deal, someone just ran into me at the grocery store,” Yuna sighs.

“By accident?” He pushes

“Maybe? I don’t know…”

“Did they apologize at least?” The way she pulls her lip into her mouth harshly makes him think otherwise.

“Yeah… technically,” Yuna mutters, handing him a plate. “...She said it's hard not to run into my thighs when they are so out and about. Maybe I should try taking up less space,” Aizawa hums in response, narrowing his eyes at the plate he is drying.

“Was she with anyone?”

“Yeah her boyfriend or husband...I don’t know,” Yuna hands him a cup.

“Prolly just mad her husband was thinking about being between your thighs,” He says casually, reaching out to catch the cup she was washing before it broke against the sink. Her face is bright red and it pleases him immensely.

“Shouta! No he wasn’t! That’s ridiculous,” She mutters.

“Were you wearing those jean shorts I got you again?” Her ears turn red, and he smirks when she refuses to meet his eye.

“That doesn’t matter Shouta,” Yuna turns off the sink and dries her hands on the towel hanging in the oven door. The hero’s eyes are immediately drawn to the way his shirt rides up on her, peaking the very bottom of her cheeks underneath. “...accident or not, it’s just a bruise. It’s fine,”

“Mmm,” Aizawa replies, putting away the cups. “...fine enough to clean the whole place spotless and sulk in the tub,”

“I wasn’t sulking!” Yuna huffed, looking down at her hands as they played with the bottom of her shirt. “...I just...she’s right. I need to lose weight Sho...I’ve gained a lot of weight since we met,”

“Why does that matter? Are you feeling okay? Healthy? Happy?” is his sharp reply. He leans against the counter and watches her hands.

“Yeah, but-”

“Why does it matter?” She huffs in response to him. He eyes the way she pulls at his shirt, a peek of the valley between her legs shows and he feels his patience thinning. “...But what?”

“...what if I’m getting too fat and you just don’t wanna hurt my feelings?” Yuna is biting her lip, staring at her hands with teary eyes.

“Look at me Kitten,” When her eyes meet Aizawa’s she can see the anger in them, but it doesn’t lead into his voice. “...Go to the bedroom,” Her eyes widen, a rush flooding downwards into her legs.

“But-”

“Are you back talking to me? I work all day, excited to come home to my sweet Kitten. Are you going to be a bratty Kitten now?” He narrows his eyes when she opens her mouth. Deciding against it, Yuna quickly walks to the bedroom and kneels against the plush carpet, facing the side of the bed.

Aizawa takes his time getting back to the bedroom. Doube checking all the locks, filling up the cat bowls, and refreshing their water. He turns off all the lights. Slowly walking through the hall and closing any doors that were left open that day. When he finally reaches the bedroom, he opens the door and spots his Kitten kneeling in front of his side of the bed. Her eyes move to look at him from just over the top of the comforter.

“Eyes to the floor Kitten, you know better,” his deep voice echoes in her ears, and he catches the slight huff from her.

Walking to the dresser, he opens the top drawer. Inside is neatly folded all of their socks and unmentionables, but also a small plastic box placed near the front. Taking off the lid, he grabs at the black collar, the small bell at the front chiming quietly. Aizawa takes his time walking back over to his wife, barely brushing a hand against her skin when he moves her hair to the side. The dainty collar is stretched out in front of her. He moves the collar up and down on purpose so the chimes echo. Her toes behind her wiggle in anticipation. Finally clasping it around her neck, he pulls her hair out from under it and lets it fall against her shoulders. Fingers briefing skim her arms before moving away.

“Arms up Kitten,” He demands, reaching down to pull his t-shirt off of her. She shivers, he notices. He throws the shirt on the floor without regard.

Yuna sighs when she feels his fingers comb through her hair, slowly gathering all of it and putting it in a high ponytail. Pulling the drawer out next to them from the side table, he takes out a black headband with lacy black cat ears on it. The band smooths back her bands and stray hairs, placing perfect on the top of her head. From the same drawer, he pulls out a small egg with a controller, an anal plug with a long black tail attached, and a bottle of lube.

“Ass up on the bed, Kitten,” Aizawa demands. He watches her scramble quickly, a slight smile on his lips. Pulling a cheek to the side, he slowly slides a finger between her lips, past her taint, and tapping once against her puckered hole. She was already wet and dripping. As expected, his wife has always let her imagination run wild before he even touches her. Placing a generous amount of lube against her ass and on the plug, he slowly pushes the plug against her hole and backs off- repeatedly, until the plug goes in with limited resistances. The hero enjoys watches her hands clutch at the sheets, shaking moans leaving her in long notes. A quick slap to her cheek echoes in the room.

“Be quiet. I don’t want to hear anything from you,” Aizawa states, rubbing the red mark in slow circles he left behind. Yuna immediately quiets but pushes her ass against his hand.

Grabbing the egg, he slowly pushes it past her folds, rubbing it against her clit before pushing it in and depositing it right against her g-spot. He catches the slight whimper she gives and rewards her with a harsh smack to the other cheek. “I told you to be quiet. Now stand at the front of the bed,” When Yuna looks back at him, slightly confused, he raises an eyebrow in response. She hurries off the bed and does as she is told. Arms behind her back, with a hand on each elbow, she watches him shred his clothes. When he is full nude, the sounds trying to escape her are hard to contain. He is standing at full attention.

Grabbing the remote, Aizawa crawls onto the bed and sits up against the headboard, his legs folded in front of him. He watches her intensely. While he would normally order her to stand still, tonight he would not be doing so. Instead, he lets her lean from leg to leg, rocking back and forth on her heels, and even slowly sway from side to side. Tonight was about her watching him. Click the first button on the controller. The effects were immediate. His wife jumped from the sensation. He groaned loudly, on purpose, at the way her thighs, belly, and breast jiggled. Palming his erection, he pumped slowly at a relaxed pace.

Yuna bit her lip in frustration, watching her husband please himself.

“Turn around,” Aizawa’s voice cut through her thoughts. “...and jump,” She did as she was told, listening with fast heartbeats at his loud moans. “...jump again, bend over and pull your cheeks apart,” Yuna can hear the sounds of his pumping. A soft click is heard and the vibrating of her egg jumps considerably.

“I can see you quivering from here. Such a good Kitten,” Aizawa moans. “...turn back around. I want you to play with one nipple softly, and pinch the other one hard,”

“Dadd-” Yuna begins. She pauses when he immediately stops pumping himself.

“Do you want me to stop what we are doing and go to bed?”

“No!” Yuna practically cries.

“Then be quiet. This is your last warning. Now do what you were told,”

Yuna beings rubbing her nipples, swaying side to side on her legs to try to relieve the ache growing too strong in her abdomen. She listens to her husband get more unrestrained, groaning out praises.

“Look how beautiful you are. Teasing yourself for me. Getting me all worked up. You know I love my Kitten’s body. From the top of her ears, to that pretty pink pussy, to the bottom of her toes...you’re all mine Kitten,” Yuna watches him pause and fist his cock harshly, a whimper dying on her tongue. Aizawa turns the egg to the last setting, and Yuna falls apart. Her hands fly out to steady herself on the edge of the bed. Blankets fisted in her hands. She bites her lip to keep from moaning, but faint sounds are still echoing in her throat.

“Look at my sweet Kitten, trembling with me….such a good girl. Being quiet. Look at me,” Yuna matches Aizawa’s half-lidded eyes, excitement clenching her abdomen harshly. “...What does my cock do when I want my Kitten?” Yuna whimpers loudly, looking down at his fist choking his cock.

“I-its get hard and big… and fat. Daddy gets so so fats sometimes…” Yuna mutters, the egg quickly pushing her towards an orgasm.

“Do I look like I want my Kitten right now?” Aizawa’s voice is low and husky.

“Yes! Yes yes yes” She chants. When the edge of her orgasm surfaces, the egg dies. Keeping her from falling. “...no,” Yuna whispers quietly.

“Come here and climb in my lap Kitten,”

Yuna stumbles, her legs jelly, but she crawls towards her husband and straddles his lap. A shiver runs down her spine a finger slides into her, pulling the string to dislodge the egg. He gently tosses the egg to the floor, positioning her over him. He teases her then, slowly pushing his head in only to pull it out again. Yuna comes apart, begging and pleading above him.

“I love the way your entire body jiggles. It moves and ripples from the smallest thrust of my hips. My kitten is so perfect… You still think I don’t love your body?”

“No daddy!” Yuna practically yells, pushing down on to him. He holds her hips steady in place.

“Are you sure? If you think I don’t want to fuck your brains out just because of some weight, I’ll be happy to clean up and head to bed…”

“Nono! Please i’m sorry Shouta, please fuck me,” A loud smack echoes through the room, forcing her to shove her breasts against his face. Aizawa captures a nipple in his mouth, scraping his teeth against it. He lets go of it with a loud plop.

“Excuse me? Would you like to try that again?”

“Please Daddy! I’m sorry I doubted you… Please fuck me, I’ll be good...” Yuna whimpers into his ear. He knew when she grabbed a handful of his hair it did him in.

A harsh grip on her hips, he slammed himself into her. She pulled at his hair and he lost control, repeatedly slamming himself up into her. Her cries of pleasure were louder than they had been for a while...he enjoyed every second. A hand quickly found itself around her throat, and he angled her down to look at him. Every thrust he squeezed hard and eased off in till she was chanting and her eyes rolled back.

“Your completely fucking mine. No matter how much weight you gain. You understand me?” Yuna nods her head, grinding back against each thrust.

“I’m yours i’m yours please dont stop,”

“Then cum,” Her eyes widened, locking with his. They were nose to nose. The intensity rushed like electricity through her veins. “...If you don’t, you won’t get too for a week,” He never let her cum this early.

A flash of a moment passed, and she gripped at his hair harshly, tugging it to the side as she came hard on his cock. Aizawa never stopped, even as she twitched. When she started chanting ‘please’ into his ear, he came deep inside her. Yuna felt the warmth shoot, his cock tense, and release. When he finally stopped thrusting, she rested her head against his shoulder, puffing. Time moved on. His slender fingers began running down the length of her spine, before both hands clasped together and settle on the top of her butt.

A quiet spread between them, as she felt him slowly go flaccid inside her. When she began to feel her eyes close, she figured it was time to clean up.

“Sho?” Yuna whispered, finally lifting her head up.

She was met with a sleeping face

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