#mackerel stitch

[soukokumychildren]

I suddenly remembered this scene from @sensitiveheartless's Dazai and the Moving Detective Agency story, chapter 18 (I believe---or it was the nineteenth chapter. SOMEWHERE IN THERE) I thought: Hmmm, I like big dragon like creatures, and I like birds........THIS IS PERFECT >:D Also I promise I'm not usually this cruel, but to those who have read the entirety of that just---phenomenal story, feel free to cry with me

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #digital art #au #dazai osamu #avian #bird monster #dazai and the moving detective agency #bungou stray dogs #howls moving castle #howls moving castle x bungo stray dogs #bird #birddazai #birdzai #the shirt #mackerel stitch #its so sad #im so mean #bsd x hmc #howls moving castle au #bungo stray dogs au

[lokabrenna-writes]

Soukoku headcannons because they have taken over my life

(Remember how I said I don’t write romance? Guess there’s a first time of everything •v•)

Port Mafia

Dazai fell first and harder

They have matching rings they got from the arcade and wore them all the time until they eventually broke. The rings were bound to break eventually considering how many battles they had been through, but they didn’t break during a battle. The duo were arguing about who knows what for the millionth time and the rings just snapped. They looked down at the pieces of plastic that had hit the floor in silence for a few minutes. (“If Chuuya wanted a divorce he could’ve just said so.” “Shut up and go win us new ones.”)

They both have specific items they steal from each other whenever they’re going to be separated for some time (separate missions, hospital stays, etc.). Chuuya will steal Dazai’s black hoodie that has what looks like lightning strike decals on the sides of the sleeves. Dazai will steal Chuuya’s white blanket that has what is supposed to be a slug and a mackerel messily stitched in one of the corners from when Chuuya was first learning how to embroider. They always make sure to return it without the other noticing when they get back from wherever they were so the item will smell like the other when it’s time for the duo to be separated again. Of course, both know the other takes said items, but neither say anything.

They paint each other’s nails every now and then. Black is they’re default color but they’ve also tried various nude/pink shades, blues, reds, and some glitters.

They’ve both attempted eyeliner (liquid and pencil) and failed. Both ended up with the liner all over their eyelids, but that didn’t stop either of them from laughing at the other.

They were each other’s first kiss. It was 2 in the morning and they were watching a movie. Since they can never agree on what to watch, they have a bowl with random numbers in it and whichever number is pulled is what they type in on the tv. Tonight some romance movie had been selected. Neither were particularly interested but they watched anyways (mainly to see whose movie plot prediction was right). Chuuya was growing sleepy towards the end. Sleep never came easy to Dazai so he let his mind wonder why the kiss scene at the end was always made out to be this grand moment. He turned to Chuuya who had laid his head to rest on his shoulder. He tucked his finger under Chuuya’s chin to tilt his head up and connected their lips. It was quick, not nearly as drawn out as the one playing on the screen. Yes, they both liked dramatics but it’s important to not over do it. They both hummed as they broke apart. It was pleasant, but it was not firework worthy as the movies had made it seem. Chuuya rested his head again, this time in the crook of Dazai’s neck rather than the edge of his shoulder before saying “Next time put some chapstick on. Get the strawberry one.”

Dazai finds children to be annoying, but he doesn’t exactly like or dislike them. Chuuya adores children and finds them to be endearing. To Dazai, there is very little in this world that can make him laugh as children falling. He's not necessarily laughing because the child may or may not be hurt, but more so at the face they make when they're processing what happened and then start crying. Chuuya yells at him despite this explanation.

The first and last time they said "I love you" was the night Dazai left. Before placing the bomb under Chuuya's car, Dazai had used his spare key to enter Chuuya's apartment to take his car keys. An extra precaution to ensure Chuuya wasn't caught in the explosion. He was supposed to be in and out, but he couldn't resist checking on Chuuya one last time. He peeked into the bedroom to find Chuuya already fast asleep. He walked over and watched him for a bit, knowing it would be a long time before he would be able to do so again in peace. He reached in his pocket and applied the strawberry chapstick to his lips before leaning down to connect their lips. Chuuya stirred at the contact and even though he cracked his eyes open, it was clear his mind was still very much asleep. Dazai pulled back after a few seconds and placed the chapstick along with his spare apartment key on Chuuya's bedside table. He briefly debated on leave a note before deciding he had already been in the apartment for too long. The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like Chuuya knew of his departure beforehand. "I love you," Dazai said in a quiet voice. It took more in him to actually get the words out then he cares to admit. "I love you so much. Forgive me for what I'm about to do, especially to your car, but this is for the best." These words came out more broken then he intended, but he hopes he got his point across. "I love you too," Chuuya mumbled out, eyes shut and snuggling deeper into his pillow. Dazai would come to cherish the moment the second he stepped out of the apartment. Chuuya does not remember it, but believed those three words to have been merely apart of his dream.

#I have more but this is more of a test post to see if anyone is interested or not :) #bsd #bsd anime #soukoku #dachuu #dazai x chuuya #port mafia dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #port mafia #headcanon #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd skk #skk headcanons #soukoku headcanons

[chudesiii]

incubus// kuroo x reader pt1

kuina pats my shoulder,” im glad you got the week off. you’re always overworking yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” i say back rolling my eyes.

i throw my bag over my back and begin to head to the exit. before leaving i turn my head back to the remaining people and throw a peace sign,” I’ll see you guys in a week, i guess.”

i get various shouts of goodbyes and i exit on the building. i start my walk to my house, looking at the many shops on my way. i keep walking and are thrown out of my thoughts when i hear a meow. i turn my head into the small alleyway, and while sketchy decide to go in there anyway. 

at my feet is an all-black cat with piercing green eyes. as i look closer and see its injured and laying on its side, blood pouring from the wound. i couldn’t just leave the poor thing here, so i scoop the cat into my arms and continue my walk home, hurrying this time. 

 i arrive to my house, grabbing the keys from my back pocket and unlocking the door. i bring the cat to a clean table and leave to my closet, where the medical supplies lay. 

i hurry back to the table and begin to stitch and clean the cats wound. i finish after some time and clean the area up. i observe the cat and see no collar, it must be a stray.

i can’t just dump the cat back on the streets, it might get hurt again. i guess it can stay with me until it heals completely. i scratch its head, and it purrs in content.

i sigh as i realize i’ll have to go back out to go get some cat food, it’s no wonder how long it’s been since the cat last ate. i quickly go out to get some cat food and a litterbox. i make it home quick and set things up for him. ( i had checked his gender before going.)

i gesture towards the food dish filled with cat food, he looks at it with disgust before turning his nose up at it. he then come towards me and my plate of mackerel pike. i move the plate towards him and he digs in, eating it with excitement.

after hes done i head to take a shower and then get ready for bed. i throw on a thin nightgown with nothing underneath. and get in bed under the covers, the cat jumps on the bed next to me. he cuddles up to my side, i stroke his head. 

drossiness hits me and i fall into the sleep world.

 i feel hands gliding all over my body. i open my eyes and see nothing but a dark figure and piercing green eyes. his hand slide under my night gown, rubbing my bare body the hands are cold and i shiver at the feeling.

the fingers are cold as they press against my nipples, them hardening on contact. i let out at stifled gasp as they begin tugging on them, and as their knee press against my cunt.

what i imagine their lips are begun to kiss down my neck in soft pecks. they’re surprisingly warm, compared to their body, ice cold.

their fingers continue to twist and tug on my nipples, and they pinch one in particular which make me let out a moan.

i feel their lips twist up in a smirk and they bite my neck, not harshly, but not soft either.

they lift their head from neck, still playing with my nipples, and take me into a kiss. i kiss back, a familiar wetness spreading in between my legs. i buck my hips into their knee, desperate for friction.

they pull back from the kiss, their hands sliding to my waist.

“Needy, aren’t we?” they speak. 

i realize their, no his, face had become more visible as i see spiky black hair. i find me being turned on even more from his voice. he removes his knee and replaces it with his hand and i feel the squelching noises as he plays with clit. i moan and buck my hips into his hand.

he removes his hand and moves down, his head in between my legs. he holds them open with his hand and i prop myself up with my arms to get a better view. i see him looking straight into my eyes and he licks a long stripe up my slit.

i throw my head back in pleasure as he begins to eat me out. sucking my outer lips while toying with my clit before licking my entrance, then inserting two fingers inside me. he licks and sucks on my clit while he fingers me. he curls his fingers upwards hitting a spot i could only dream of reaching.

my stomach starts to tighten up and i realize im close, he buries his entire face in between my thighs, eating me as if i was his last meal, removing his fingers.

 i moan out in pleasure,” i’m clos- augh~.”

 i can’t even finish my sentence before my thighs start to tremble and i release all over his face. my legs spasm around his head his hair tickling my stomach. he continues to eat me out, as my thighs keep quivering and shaking. making sure not a drop goes to waste.

i wake up, sweat covering me everywhere. and i feel a huge wetness between my legs that im sure isnt sweat. i look to my side to see that the cat was looking at me intently. those green eyes remind me of the mysterious man in my dreams, but i shake it off and head to the bathroom to clean myself up. 

i come back before getting in the bed once again, going to sleep with no lewd dreams this time.

#kuroo #kurooxreader #kuroo x reader #kuroosmut #kuroo smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #nekoma #nekomasmut #kuroo x reader smut #kurooxreadersmut

[neontoad]

“Ouch.”

“Oh, stop whining, you rabid dog,” Dazai says, pulling the thread through the loop and tightening the knot. She takes one last look at her stitchwork and hums, brushing her hair out of her eyes and finally making eye contact with Chuuya. “You wouldn't have been injured at all if you paid attention to your surroundings for once.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Chuuya snaps, sceptically looking at the stitches. As always, Dazai did a perfect job patching him up. That doesn’t mean he won’t bitch at her. “I’m the reason why your ass doesn't have a single scratch.”

“Yadda-yadda,” she says and theatrically yawns. “I would have dodged the attack. But how would you know that, right? I’m only the best strategist of the Port Mafia. No way I would have predicted that ambush, yeah?”

Chuuya grits his teeth and turns away. So what if she’s right? Maybe when Dazai calls him a dog, she’s not too far from the truth. Blindly protecting people around him is what Chuuya has always been doing. He’s not planning to stop, even though the person he’s protecting is the most annoying lanky mackerel in the world. 

“Whatever.” Chuuya looks around the safe house. It’s a decent one. As opposed to the ones they are used to, it’s pretty spacious, there’s a kitchenette, a working shower and even a TV, a luxury for a place that’s only used in extraordinary circumstances. “Wanna watch TV?” he asks, prodding Dazai’s foot with his.

“How fun.” Dazai rolls his eyes, but still, she gets up and grabs the remote control. “I’m choosing,” she says and brushes her unruly hair out of her eyes.

Chuuya nods and plops onto the couch. He doesn't really care what Dazai picks. He just needs some kind of background noise, as well as long-awaited peace and quiet. As long as he’s getting that, he’s content with whatever horrid TV show is gonna be on TV for the following few hours. 

Of course, as expected of Dazai, she opts for some bizarre obstacle course gameshow, bush as much as Chuuya hates to admit it, it’s really fucking fun to watch. Two cans of beer materialise out of nowhere and the evening gets somewhat tolerable despite throbbing pain in Chuuya’s chest where he got hit.

As he watches the show, Chuuya keeps seeing Dazai’s hand darting to her hair from the corner of his eye, brushing it out of her face and behind her ear, only for the unruly locks to fall back a few seconds later. 

“Wanna tie your hair?” Chuuya asks when Dazai fixes her hair for the millionth time. 

“Do I look like a person who owns a hair tie?”

“Uh. Yeah. You don't, actually.”

“Mind your business then,” she says and tucks her hair behind her ear, an uncharacteristic curse leaving her mouth when it falls on her face again.

“Ok, here,” Chuuya says, his hands acting faster than his brain, and rips off a strip of fabric from his t-shirt. It’s ruined, anyway. Won't hurt to make it into a makeshift hair tie for his slob of a partner. 

“It’s not gonna help,” she says, without ripping her eyes off the TV. “It’s still gonna be everywhere. It’s annoying.”

“Cut it, then.”

“Eh.”

“Or I can cut it for you.”

“Nah.”

This is so Dazai - being obviously uncomfortable but doing absolutely nothing to fix it. Sometimes he wonders what’s happening in her brain. Sometimes he’s too afraid to know. 

“I have an idea,” Chuuya says. “I can braid it.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Didn't know you were an undercover barber. Then why is your hair so shi-”

“I don’t fucking know how to do it!” he snaps, regretting he offered it in the first place. “I’ll follow a fucking Youtube tutorial. Or whatever.”

For a few seconds, it’s silent. 

“Ok,” Dazai says. “Fine. It’s gonna be hilarious. I just know it. Go ahead, Chuuya. Unleash your inner stylist. Try not to rip my head off, though.”

It’s gonna be hard not to, Chuuya thinks and opens the first braiding tutorial that pops up. It’s the most basic braid. He just can’t fuck it up, right? 

Needless to say, the third time he has to start again, Dazai is laughing and shaking so hard, Chuuya feels like her hair strands are reigns and Dazai is a particularly insufferable pony on crack. 

“I need a fucking hairbrush! Don’t you have a hairbrush?!”

“What do you think, Chuuya? Does it look like I have a hairbrush?”

In a way, Chuuya is glad there’s no hairbrush, otherwise, it might have become a murder weapon. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Stop fucking moving, shitty Dazai. I can do it. Give me a minute.”

“Of course, you can,” she says in the sweetest voice which makes Chuuya want to smack her. At least she stops moving.

“Maybe you should practice on yourself.”

“My hair is too short for braids if you haven't noticed, you blind mole.”

“Maybe you should grow it out. Like a mullet.”

“A mullet my ass,” he hisses through his teeth, trying his best to focus on crossing the hair sections in the right order. A fucking mullet. Never in his life. He’d just look like a moron. 

Finally, the braid is ready, and, feeling content and accomplished, Chuuya ties it with the strip of fabric he’s been holding between his teeth. 

He looks at the finished work. 

He swallows. 

It looks fucking horrendous.

“Uh,” he says, scratching his head. 

“What?”

“Uh. Nothing. Wanna see it?”

Instead of an answer, Dazai hands Chuuya her phone and he snaps a quick pic of that abomination of a braid. 

He mentally braces for another taunt (or probably a lifetime of taunts), when Dazai finally speaks.

“I love it.”

Chuuya blinks. 

“Thank you,” she says and moves to her seat on the couch, eyes fixed on the screen, a light blush gracing her cheeks.

“Uh. No problem,” Chuuya says, taking a sip of his beer. 

When they go back to the Port Mafia headquarters the next day, Dazai is still brandishing her ridiculously crooked braid. 

She still has it the day after. 

And the following day as well, even though it has gotten way too messy. 

Dazai still seems to like it. Chuuya likes it, too - although Dazai doesn’t have to know about it. 

“Wanna braid my hair?” she asks him the following day, handing him the strip of the ripped t-shirt, her hair messy and unruly. 

“Sure,” Chuuya says, opening the tutorial again. 

Hairdressing might have just become his new passion.  

Thank you for reading! Check out this lovely femzai art by Aimi on twt! I'm in love <3

#bsd #skk #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #fem dazai #fluff #mini fic #teen skk #soft skk

[yacinthemorning]

Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 3

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hyrbid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, no workplace safety, awkward flirting

On a particularly unbearable evening as far as the weather was concerned, Jimmy hid away in his dining room with several magazines and catalogues. He flipped through the pages, sighing every time he spotted something he very much could not afford.

“You sound like a steam pipe with a leak.” Voiced Tango where he leant against the archway. 

Jimmy’s head lulled miserably to the side to look up at him. “You’re back.”

“Please, hold back your applause.”

“Wh- No, that’s not what I meant-”

“I know, I know.” He pushed off to lean over Jimmy’s shoulder. “So, what’s wrong, Sunshine?”

With some attempt to hide his pout, Jimmy flipped to another page. “Oh, you know. Lamenting the bachelor lifestyle on my finances.”

Wrinkles formed under Tango’s eyes. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I-”

“Oh, it’s not you… well, it is a bit you. But no. Things are just expensive, and it’s difficult to balance expense and pricing and my conscience.” A very lovely sewing machine, one capable of multiple different stitches, took up the entire page. Several paragraphs boasted its qualities, but his lip twitched at the price below. Jimmy lifted it high for his housemate to see. “Look at this! You could get a good horse for that price! And that’s before the shipping costs. If they could even mail it out here. It’s an insult towards me specifically.”

“You don’t have one?” Tango asked, pulling the catalogue out of the sulking man’s hands.

“There’s always something else more immediately important to purchase whenever I save enough. It’s not as though a frontier town like this gets a lot of these fancy newfangled machines just appearing in the shops, either. It’s just a dream, as are too many things.”

He picked up his tea cup only to find it empty and sighed as he stood. “I trust things went well with the delivery? Since you’re back already.”

Tango’s tail curled up like a cat with a mackerel. “Bigb was thrilled with it. He um,” claws fumbled in his back pocket before showing a handful of copper. “He gave me these as a tip for the delivery.”

“Oh, that’s kind.” It was hardly anything, really, the sort of change given out to the newsboys and children selling flowers they picked, but it was more than Tango had made in the couple weeks he’d been living with Jimmy.

They found their way into Jimmy’s palm nevertheless, for which the taller gave his companion an odd look and tried to return them. “What’s this?”

“Well, I have to pay you back somehow, and I hardly did anything more than walk down the street.”

This again. Jimmy’s expression twisted. He grabbed hold of Tango’s hands before he could fully retreat, placing the coins back in his hands. “What you can do,” Started Jimmy, voice harsher than he intended, surprising the both of them for a brief moment. When he started again his voice had softened, perhaps a bit too much to compensate. “What you can do to repay me is get back on your feet. And you can’t do that if you don’t have even a copper to your name, can you?”

“But I-”

“No buts, I won’t accept it! If I find them in my purse I’m turning them into buttons!” His hands went up with finality, not waiting to hear anything more. Instead he did as he first intended and marched towards the kitchen to refill his cup. Though quiet he could feel Tango’s presence follow behind him. A small noise escaped him when Jimmy turned around to glare at him. “I mean it!”

“No, that’s not… I was going to say something else.”

“Well, then, say it.” Jimmy crossed his arms.

Tango fumbled with the coins, slowly pouring them back into his pocket. “I was going to say, the delivery gave me an idea. It might not be much but, until my order’s done and I can find a real trade, I thought I could pick up odd-jobs.”

“Oh.” Jimmy perked up. “That is a good idea.”

“Yeah. And I wanted to ask, since you seem to know everyone-”

“Not everyone .”

“-almost everyone, if you knew who to talk to in order to put an advertisement out in the paper?”

A hand was brought to his chin in thought. “Well, if you want a spot in The Herald, then Cleo is who you’ll have to speak to.”

“I knew you’d know!” Tango snapped his fingers, grinning from ear to ear while Jimmy pouted.

Cleo was an imposing individual, broad and robust, with a long head of bright orange snakes that slithered across their shoulders menacingly. They disappeared under their hat which was curtained with a shining vail, though even it could not fully cloak their piercing glare. It was, though, enough to safely seal behind it their power, as Jimmy had carefully crafted for them. “What is it you want, Jimmy?” They bellowed, irritation already in their voice.

“Just a moment of your time for my friend, Cleo.” He tried to assure. Tango waved shyly.

“I was looking to put out an ad in the classifieds.”

Two snakes perked up while a third hissed. “Alright, let me see it.”

On a small scrap of paper was written a meagre two sentences, as short as Tango could make them. Cleo snatched it up, and they all nodded before placing it on their desk.

“That’s fine, although your spelling is atrocious.”

“It’s his second language.” Jimmy quickly defended.

“I’ll fix it up either way. Should be in this Sunday’s paper.”

“No cost?” Tango asked, tail perked.

“Our classifieds take up only a quarter of a page in a small town like this.” Cleo leaned forwards as their snakes curled around each other. “The other three quarters of the page are always bought up by one Mister Goodtimes’ latest concoction’s extravagant campaign, which he may, perhaps, be foolishly unaware of the average cost of in other papers.”

Jimmy tried very hard to keep his feathers smooth against his body’s instinct to hide from the shame of his not-quite-brother-in-law, while Tango and Cleo’s unified laughter echoed through the small printing press. In an attempt to bring the interaction to a swift end, Jimmy grabbed hold of Tango and gave Cleo a small bow. “Well, thank you very much for your assistance, Cleo. We’re very busy today, so we’ll be off.” He said, then darted out the door. 

Thanks to Tango’s unprepared footwork, they stumbled out into the dirt road hard enough to kick up a cloud. When Jimmy went to apologize, though, he found the blazeborn staring a bit stunned between them. At first, he was unsure what had caught Tango’s attention. Then he felt the hand he’d thoughtlessly grabbed twist in his grip until it’d comfortably laced itself with Jimmy’s and a teasing grin was sent his way. “Where to now, darlin’?”

Jimmy turned away. “Home. This sun is melting me.” His voice came out too high. The weather was surely overheating his brain, or he would have had the mental capacity to shake off Tango’s hand. “And this dust is getting between my wings.”

“I could help with that.” Tango offered.

Involuntarily, Jimmy’s feathers puffed out. Words failed him as he tried to gauge how sincere that offer was, or if there was any awareness behind it. “Maybe another time, Mister Tek.” Was all he managed to mutter out.

“Mister Tek?” Tango squawked, caught between confusion and unsure offence. “Why so formal all of a sudden?”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Mister Tek.”

“You…”

“Yeah, would you two mind doing your little dance literally anywhere else?” Cleo interrupted. Both turned to see the gorgon leaning in the press’s doorway, snakes low in agitation.

Sputtering like a drowning man, Jimmy darted off immediately, squeaking out an “Apologies!”

Once again, he forgot to let go of Tango’s hand.

The advert worked surprisingly well. A few folks showed up to the shop throughout the next week looking for Tango. First was an old woman who needed someone to crawl down her well to retrieve her bucket. Then some newcomer requested help with raising their barn. Some of them were the oddest things Jimmy could not even begin to imagine how they wound up needing assistance, such as catching a prairie dog alive and holding it for measurements.

To the point, more than no one had taken up Tango’s offer of miscellaneous work. None of them offered much, but it was enough that Jimmy lent the man an old coin purse and a spot in his safe. He’d wished Mumbo had been there with his camera to capture the look on Tango’s face when Jimmy shared the combination.

“Well, you haven’t robbed me yet. And to be frank, I know quite a few conmen, and I’m not sure you have the… spark for that line of work.”

“Uncalled for.” He grumbled, but his tail was curled cutely in amusement.

It seemed to have been a good idea, though, as not a day later Joe had given them unfortunate news.

“Seems there’s been a massive issue with shipping from the Nether this month. Your package likely won’t arrive for a while yet.”

“Of course.” Jimmy muttered while Tango rubbed his arm soothingly. “My terrible luck strikes again. Thank you for the news, at least, Joe.”

“No problem, sir.”

“Looks like I won’t be out of your hair anytime soon. Sorry.” Tango gave a wry smile, for which Jimmy glared at him until it was gone.

“You’re not in my hair, I’ve already told you.”

And such was the subject of their argument until they made it back home. It ended only because Jimmy set himself to work on the gown Lizzie had ordered, stubbornly ignoring Tango until he apologized for apologizing. As revenge for the annoyance caused, Jimmy began to draft up plans for a proper bedframe and mattress to replace the makeshift cot Tango was sleeping in.

A tiny, whispering voice at the back of his mind propositioned that it would be significantly easier as far as time, supplies, and space were concerned to simply expand his own nest a little. Jimmy smothered that thought along with his candle. Just because his brother wished to be some open-nested harlot for any man in a nice suit did not mean Jimmy had to follow his example.

… Although, the safe was looking quite sparse lately…

His solace was that the harvest season was around the corner meaning an influx of winter orders and repairs. It was times like these that Jimmy was thankful for his career’s stability. Particularly when he watched Tango rush around from job to job.

At least Tango seemed much happier. Marching in through the door with his clothes coated in sooth, sleeve torn, probably too few diamonds for whatever ridiculous task the townsfolk found to give him that day, and an exhausted but satisfied grin. He’d crash onto the bench and take a short nap while Jimmy wondered if this was similar to how it was to let a cat out at night for a hunt. Then he’d work on Lizzie’s gown, taking care not to hum so as not to wake Tango. When he woke up, Jimmy could fix the tear, wrestling it from Tango who would insist he’d learned how to do it on his own but continued to prove he had not.

All in all, life fell into a very odd new rhythm. Odd, but not unwelcomed.

For the umpteenth time that day Jimmy cursed under his breath and undid a pin. Tango looked up from the broken lock he’d been fiddling with for Impulse. “Are you okay?”

“Perfectly fine.” He said very convincingly. Despite this, Tango still placed down his tools and approached the man.

“Aren’t dresses usually made by dressmakers?”

“They are in towns that have a dressmaker, besides the necessary adjustments.” Jimmy let out a long sigh and gave up on the frill. It refused to happen, and he was just turning his test cloth into swiss cheese. Instead he turned his attention to the pile of mock-ups scattered across his station among catalogues and guides to drapery. “Lizzie’s dinner party is in only four weeks and I haven’t even started on the actual gown.”

To say nothing of the sorted piles in the corner for three other orders, looming like storm clouds in the corner of his vision. They could wait, simply because there was no one else, but he would rather not his reputation be that he was better than quite literally nothing.

 “Artist’s block?” Tango offered sympathetically.

“I’m beginning to wish she hadn’t given me so much freedom. This fancy sort of thing is beyond me. And now everyone’s orders are behind.”

While Jimmy wallowed in his failure, chittering to himself, Tango stood up. Where he went, Jimmy was too deep in misery to pay attention, but he did look up when he came back, nervously standing by the door to their home. Jimmy gave his housemate a raised brow.

“So, um.” Stray sparks flew from his whipping tail. That was new. “So I’ve made quite a good bit the past two weeks.”

“Yes, I’m very proud of you.”

Tango paused, shoulders going stiff at the praise, before he took a deep breath and nodded. “I know I should be saving every copper I get but you know, I couldn’t help myself with the redstone.”

Jimmy pursed his lips, still unsure where this was going.

“And, well… gah, you know what, I’m terrible at this sort of thing.” The blazeborn finally huffed out a cloud of smoke and reached into the closet beyond the doorway. Whatever he was getting was either stuck or heavy, as he struggled for several awkward moments. Ready to go over and assist him, Jimmy only managed a single step before Tango burst back into the room, and stumbled like a circus performer over to the desk. The object in his arms thunked down onto the wood, loud enough for Jimmy to be concerned for one or both.

It was not until Tango backed away that Jimmy realized what was in front of him. Mismatched, oddly shaped, and by no means compact- the true sign of something made by hand, yet clearly it was functional from the thread already woven into its needle.

“A… Is that a sewing machine?” He chirped, unable to hide the excitement raising his feathers. Jimmy bolted over, Tango barely stepping aside in time, and bent down to examine it.

“I was going to wait to give it as a parting gift,” Tango explained behind him while the machine was tilted and prodded. “But who knows when that’ll be at this point. It could help you get those other orders out of the way sooner, so you can focus on the gown, I figured...”

Jimmy finally let go of the machine and turned to Tango, eyes wide with wonder. There was a trill in his throat, though he was unsure if it escaped as he could only hear his own blood. Without thinking twice about it Jimmy cradled Tango’s face and pulled it forward until the blazeborn’s forehead connected with the avian’s lips, then decided it was still not enough and instead wrapped him up in a tight hug. “How on earth!”

Tango wavered, face blooming with colour. “Well, you know. Reverse engineering, a lot of trial and error… But you said it was one of your dreams. And I can’t do much, can’t even pay for the shirt on my back, but I figured maybe I could do this.”

“Well, thank you. This means a lot to me, Mister Tek.” Jimmy beamed, then pulled his companion back into another hug. Tango gladly returned the embrace, a soft purr rumbling in his chest.

“Anything for you, Darlin’.”

#jimmy solidarity #tangotek #team rancher #rancher duo #trafficshipping #traffic series #hermitpires #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #western fantasy #alternate universe #slice of life #fluffy #sharing a slice of cake

[thelasttime]

happy second day in tokyo!!!! ate a breakfast from the convenience store with an egg sandwich and pork cutlet sandwich (along with other goodies)!! went to an onigiri restaurant and had the best onigiri ever (salted mackerel and grilled salmon)!! saw a very cute dog outside of a convenience store and then went to the mall and bought a ton of stuff (whoops)!! had an amazing meal with super high quality beef and the pot had a cute little cow at the top!! my feet are in big pain because we did so many steps but my tummy is full and now i am going to take a shower hehe

things bought include: snoopy tote bag, snoopy figurine that is sleeping, snoopy mystery boxes, lots of candy, and stitch from lilo & stitch in pajamas

#.txt #food tw #asia 2023

[thatanimewriter]

Hey could you do general headcannons of Haru, Makoto, Nagisa, Rei as tiktokers, they will be so wild as tiktokers lmao thanks

style five as tiktokers

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: mentions of food (rin)

➳ notes: i added rin just so it'd be nice and would be easy if we just added the missing style five member. also, i’m so sorry this is so late :((

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.

he's a lurker.

he has an account, but doesn't post on it much

mostly just scrolls through and likes or favourites videos

never comments

but when he does post

it's sometimes beach ambience

or honestly

it's him cooking mackerel into different dishes

so he teaches the world the glories of mackerel

though, once he did a swimming tiktok

and everyone started thirsting for him

that was the moment he realised he'd made a mistake

even then

everyone is just thirsting for his hands??

he'll be cooking

all you can see is his hands

and people are still after him-

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.

he's recording cats

no doubt

always posting tiktoks about the white cat in his neighbourhood

otherwise, he's trying to join in on the trends

and sometimes it fails

but sometimes

it works

and it works WELL

the ring light trend

and sometimes he does words of affirmation

if you're having a bad day

HERE HE COMES WITH THE

'it's ok to feel sad, you're valid and we love you :))'

and it's so wholesome

i imagine he tries to do the dancing trends as well

but for the most part, he's your cat content provider

and we live for that, honestly

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.

troom troom better watch out

rei is coming through with the hacks

that actually work

but he's also an education man like hank green

also updating people on the world as it happens

but mostly teaching them maths hacks

like how to calculate percentage really fast

OR

he's teaching you real life things

like how to pay your bills

because school doesn't do it

so he said

'fine, i'll do it myself'

sometimes he will teach you how to make cool things for projects

he's also on booktok

and he's probably accidentally crossed over to smuttok

he's been scarred for life.

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.

is he even on any side of tiktok??

he's so chaotic that he's on all sides of tiktok

once, he was on furrytok

the next day he was on some dream smp lore

and now he’s on gymtok.

as for his upload schedule

there isn’t one

he probably attempts to do tiktok dances but fails 

especially about damn time

he can’t for the life of him do the helicopter part

if not, he takes random videos of things

probably takes really choppy videos of swim club shit

and for sure makes multiple versions of the same sound so he can reach a wide audience

nagisa has definitely done the virginity corner tiktok

i also imagine he’d be super active for a day and then dip for the next 3 months

OH YEAH

he was there when it was musical.ly-

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.

thirst traps incoming

he’s done fitness things as well

educational diet thingss

also many versions of the ‘6 feet tall and super strong’ trend

he probably does some spicy content every now and then as well

other than that, it’ll probably be australian travel stuff

has made multiple posts dedicated to the meat pie

and the mcdonald’s hash browns

also has reacted to others eating vegemite with absolute disgust because they put too much on

other than that, he’s probably got some feminist stuff on there

100% stitched the clip of the guy saying a girl having an instagram counts as cheating

it was just him staring at the screen like ._. and then >:((

also also

body positivity man

will always be there to tell people they’re beautiful etc

and if you say otherwise

he’s gonna hunt you down

#free! #free iwatobi swim club #haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #rei ryugazaki #nagisa hazuki #rin matsuoka #free imagines #free iwatobi sim club imagines #haruka nanase imagines #makoto tachibana imagines #rei ryugazaki imagines #nagisa hazuki imagines #rin matsuoka imagines

[kafrinfwute]

#poll

[johnsmcmanus93]

Cat-Care Expertise That Will Certainly Assist All Pet cat Owners

cat food The noise of a feline purring is a delight audio to lay eyes on. This will certainly unwind you, and it can likewise mean that the cat is relaxing as well. This is why you must make certain that you take terrific treatment of your cat. These pointers can assist you hear their purring a lot more typically. If your feline instantly goes off its feed for no obvious reason, attempt alluring treats such as jack mackerel, tuna, or lotion of poultry soup in little quantities. These are not complete foods and also should not be fed long-term, however they are incredibly delicious to cats. A finicky feline might begin consuming again and maintain on when given among these treats. Make certain you do not allow your pet cat to be around drape cables. If the pet cat comes to be captured in a loop, they can choke to death. This might injure or kill them. Pin and conceal drape cords to prevent this. Regular veterinary checkups are necessary for the health and wellness of your feline. The vet will certainly be able to give your feline with required inoculations and also any medications it requires. Veterinarians likewise maintain tabs on your pet cat's overall wellness and diagnose any kind of troubles they find. Your pet cat will certainly be much more comfortable if you proceed using the same vet. In this way, the physician will certainly be familiar with the background of your cat. You need to not make use of products developed for various other animals. If you attempt to make use of items indicated for canines, it can make your cat unwell, or even kill him. One product specifically to pay very close attention to is any type of remedy for fleas as well as ticks. These canine flea products can even trigger feline fatality. After your dog receives a flea treatment, keep your pet cat away for at the very least a few hours. To maintain your cat healthy and enhance its bond with you, always established aside great deals of play time. Kitties specifically require great deals of attention, which you can quickly provide to them through play. Draw an item of string around for an enjoyable as well as gentle means to maintain a feline captivated for hrs! If you discover you cat is harming furniture or other objects, it might be tired. Maintain a couple of safe toys around for your pet cat to play with. Scratching messages can additionally prevent your pet cat from damaging your furnishings. Or, build a small pet cat residence out of cardboard. Your feline will love belonging to hide, and the cardboard can additionally be utilized to scratch on! Silicon chip your pet cat. You never recognize when your cat could avoid you. Collars and also tags can assist obtain your feline house, nevertheless felines are professionals at shaking out of these, in addition to the threat they position if they were to get snagged on a bush or tree branch. A teeny microchip can hold your call information. Numerous veterinarians as well as sanctuaries have scanners that can check out these chips as well as because they exist under their skin, they will not obtain lost. Bear in mind that very young youngsters can be a little bit too harsh with a feline or new kitten. Instruct your kids how to treat a pet cat. Help them discover exactly how to grab a cat as well as treatment for it. Cats' bones are much more fragile than those of pets, so they need gentler treatment. If your feline needs to have a surgical procedure such as being purified or neutered, they will certainly require rest when they come home. It is hard to maintain a pet cat from raising on furniture, yet essential to avoid taking out stitches. Mark a location in your residence for your pet cat to recuperate where they will be less most likely to wound themselves, up until they are healed sufficient to wander cost-free. Brush your pet cat frequently. Brushing spreads all-natural oils via the fur as well as additionally promotes blood circulation. As an included perk, it cuts down on loose fur. Prevent the choking that can be a result of hairballs which slowly develop as your cat bridegrooms himself. Feed your feline leading quality food. Ensure that the food your feline eats is extremely high in protein. Corn and also other such protein-free fillers are things you desire to stay faraway from. Cats are naturally meat-eating. If you wish to keep them healthy and balanced as well as satisfied, you need to feed them a lot of pet healthy protein. Sometime a 2nd cat will relax a solitary devastating pet cat. This seems counter-intuitive, asking for two times the destruction, but a 2nd feline can provide both something to do. Present them gradually as well as anticipate some first spats. After a while, however, the cats will normally manage and the damaging behavior will diminish. Anyone that has a pet cat wishes to provide the very best treatment possible, considering that a satisfied cat will purr much more. Taking care of your animal can be simple if you use the understandings you have actually discovered right here. When you wish to enjoy a lot more purring, utilize the ideas you have actually simply read.

#chicken soup cat food #cat food

[jaydeemedia]

[ad_1] The East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty is a diverse wonderland of superb coastal scenery, history and charming seaside villages. Get the most out of the area with our guide to the best things to do around Exeter. Encompassing the western end of the Jurassic Coast, the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty covers over 100 square miles of breathtaking countryside. Its diverse landscape is characterized by ancient woodlands, rolling hills, and rugged coastlines. Nestled within the folds of the land are picturesque fishing villages and grand seaside towns, each boasting peculiar historical oddities. Many of the highlights in the East Devon AONB are stitched together by the South West Coast Path which climbs over eroding cliffs and past fossil-strewn beaches. Just beyond the borders of the East Devon AONB lies the vibrant city of Exeter. Its majestic cathedral, towering over medieval cobbled streets, offers a striking contrast to the youthful vibe and energy of the city centre. This guide is the highlights from our luxury glamping getaway with Unique hideaways, covering the best things to do in and around Exeter.   Updates // We do our best to keep the information in this guide up to date, if you notice anything has changed, please leave a comment below. Bookings // Booking your trip via the links in this guide will earn us a small commission, at no extra cost to you. Thanks for your support – Paul & Mark. MAP | EXETER & EAST DEVON AONB All the attractions we cover in this guide to Exeter and the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB) are captured on our map, which you can download to take with you. >> How to use this map / Click on the top left of the map to display the list of locations, then click on the locations to display further information. Click on the top right corner of the map to open a larger version in a new tab or the star to save to your Google Maps.   1 – EXETER Exeter is a captivating blend of historical periods, where the striking Gothic Cathedral takes centre stage, surrounded by rows of quirky medieval townhouses. Today, remnants of the Roman walls encase a vibrant city that’s a little bit youthful and edgy yet assuaged with touches of traditional charm. Here are some great things to do in Exeter:  Exeter Cathedral – Marvel at the grandeur and intricate details of this iconic Gothic cathedral and enjoy city views from the tower. RAMM (Royal Albert Memorial Museum) – Immerse yourself in Exeter’s past with exhibits ranging from the absorbing to the absurd as well as a very strange collection of natural history oddities. Old Centre – Explore the historic heart of Exeter including the Cathedral Close and Guildhall, a 600-year-old medieval building. Exeter Quay – Stroll Exeter Quay, lined with boutique shops, cafes, and restaurants. Take a boat trip along the Exeter Canal or rent a bike and cycle along picturesque paths. EXETER CATHEDRAL GUILDHALL EXETER QUAY 2 – BEER On a beautiful stretch of the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty lies the charming fishing village of Beer. Its gentle shingle beach set under high white cliffs, complete with stripped sun chairs and colourful huts, evokes a throwback to Victorian seaside outings. Join a Mackerel fishing boat and head out to catch your breakfast, photograph the colourful huts, or grab a coffee on one of the many cafes after a morning stroll along the beach. Beer’s picturesque high street is blessed with traditional local pubs and all the charm of an English village. The Jubilee Memorial Gardens, established for Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee is a great place to unwind with a great view of the beach. Beer Quarry Caves – Take a fascinating guided tour of the Beer Quarry Caves, where the stone has been quarried for over 2,000 years and used in many cathedrals in the area. Don’t miss — The views from Beer Head and Hooken Cliffs are spectacular. BEER HEAD 3 – SOUTH WEST COAST PATH

The South West Coast Path stretches 630 miles from Minehead in Somerset to Poole Harbour in Dorset and holds the distinction of being the longest National Trail in England. There are many great day walks along the Jurassic Coast, but our favourite within the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB) is the Branscombe to Beer Circular Walk. You can begin the walk in either Beer or Branscombe. In one direction the path heads over the clifftop and meanders through grassy hills, in the other, it goes under the cliffs and into a Site of Special Scientific Interest. Along the way, you’ll pass the remains of WWII radar station, a 1920’s steam-powered winding wheel, and an Iron Age Forge. Trail Conditions — The path is well maintained but uneven and involves a couple of steep sections. You’ll need a good level of fitness, and the total route should take around 3 hours. The gorgeous coastal views make it all worthwhile. DETAILS | BRANSCOMBE TO BEER CIRCULAR WALK Difficulty – Medium | Distance – 7 kilometres (4.35 miles) | Time – 3 hours | Our Tip – Make sure to grab a drink and snack on the beach at Beer DOWNLOAD OUR MAP SOUTH WEST COAST PATH HOOKEN CLIFFS 4 – SIDMOUTH Sidmouth is a charming seaside resort in the heart of the East Devon Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB) occupying a picturesque setting between rapidly eroding red sandstone cliffs. Grand Georgian buildings lining the esplanade have a faded glory that adds a delightful touch of nostalgia to the town. Simply strolling the promenade while waves crash against the pebbled beach and batter the sea wall is one of the best things to do in East Devon. Throughout the year, Sidmouth has an arty vibe hosting several festivals. The most celebrated is the Sidmouth Folk Festival which showcases traditional music and dance. The Sidmouth Regatta, held on the August bank holiday weekend, features the RAF Red Arrows who kick off festivities with a dramatic display over the coast. Jacob’s Ladder Beach – Overlooked by red cliffs, Jacob’s Ladder Beach is a protected cove on the western end of the town beach. It’s named after the historic steps that take you there and it’s a great family-friendly beach not far from Exeter. SIDMOUTH BEACH SIDMOUTH BEACH 5 – BUDLEIGH SALTERTON BEACH Budleigh Salterton is a sweeping 2.5-mile-long white pebble beach. Overlooked by the distinctive red cliffs of the East Devon AONB, the contrast of white stones, red rock, and blue sea make it a scenic destination on the coast. The beach has a clean beach rating, and the calm waters are ideal for paddleboarding. There’s a reef just off the beach which is great for snorkelling. Facilities at Budleigh Salterton — There are 3 cafes along the beach (don’t miss the local crab) as well as toilets, a BBQ area, and a children’s playground. River Otter Estuary — The estuary behind the beach is a designated site of Special Scientific Interest due to the diverse wildlife habitat it supports and the nearby Triassic sandstone rocks. Parking at Budleigh Salterton Beach — Parking is available at Lime Kiln Car Park for access to both the beach and the estuary. It’s a 40-minute drive from Exeter. BUDLEIGH SALTERTON 6 – A LA RONDE A la Ronde is a quirky 16-sided house packed with curiosities collected by cousins Mary and Jane Parminter from their travels around Europe.   The building was built in the late 18th century and features the cousins’ taste for unusual design. Strolling around the gallery, it’s easy to see how they enjoyed letting their imagination run wild. Shell Gallery – The upper floors of the house make up the shell gallery, where the walls are completely decorated with over 20,000 shells.    Gantry — Take in a unique view of Exmouth and the Devon coast from the upper walkway circling the house. Drawing Room – The drawing room holds most of the collection including paintings, photographs, mementos, and furniture pieces inlaid with shells. Don’t miss the intricate feather frieze.

DETAILS | A LA RONDE Hours – 10:30 am to 2:30 pm (Wednesday to Saturday) / closed Monday & Tuesday | cost – £9.50 (adults) / £4.50 (children) / £23.75 (families) / free for National Trust Members. WE’D LOVE YOUR SUPPORT If you found this guide useful, a small donation helps fund our work – Big thanks, Paul & Mark. FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM USE OUR RESOURCES PAGE 7 – POWDERHAM CASTLE Powderham Castle is a fortified manor house located on the banks of the River Exe around 6 miles south of Exeter. Parts of the building date back to the 14th century, giving it a medieval core, later enhanced with a Georgian façade. The opulent interiors have all the intricate furnishings and impressive collection of artworks that you’d expect from a stately home imbued with English history. The highlights are the Marble Hall, a decorative sitting room with a black and white marble floor, and the music room with its beautiful domed ceiling. Set on a sprawling estate, the grounds of Powderham Castle include a deer park, immaculate gardens, and a farm shop. It’s a great thing to do near Exeter especially if you can combine it with one of the regular concerts or theatre events hosted at the castle. DETAILS | POWDERHAM CASTLE Hours – 11 am to 4 pm (Sunday to Friday) / closed Saturday | cost – £14.95 (adults) / £13.95 (seniors) / £10.95 (children) / £39.95 (families). POWDERHAM CASTLE WHERE TO STAY There are plenty of unique places to stay in Devon that make the most of the rural ambience and seaside charm of this beautiful part of England. If you’re really looking to unwind on your escape to Exeter and East Devon, check out Unique hideaway’s hot tub collection to find a glamping pad where you can enjoy a scenic soak at the end of a day exploring. We stayed at the Rancher’s Hut, a unique property near the town of Ottery St Mary. This dreamy cabin has earthy style in a beautiful farmland location with all the amenities you need including an excellent shower. The wood-fired hot tub and firepit make a great way to relax in the evening.    RANCHER’S HUT RANCHER’S HUT BEER This guide was produced in partnership with Unique hideaways. THANKS FOR VISITING // WHERE NEXT? A BIG THANK YOU We’ve been providing free travel content on Anywhere We Roam since 2017. If you appreciate what we do, here are some ways you can support us. Thank you! Paul & Mark FOLLOW US ON INSTAGRAM USE OUR RESOURCES PAGE [ad_2] Source link

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Create Life Better Regarding You And Your Cat

Having a cat could be a rewarding experience. They will be smart, gorgeous animals that don't take much work, just as far as having pets go. On the other hand, they still require attention and attention in order to stay healthy and balanced and satisfied. In this article are some cat care tips in order to help you with this particular great pet. If the cat suddenly is herd its feed with regard to no apparent cause, try tempting doggie snacks such as plug mackerel, tuna, or cream of chicken breast soup in smaller amounts. These are generally not necessarily complete foods in addition to shouldn't be provided long term, nevertheless they are incredibly tasty to cats. A finicky cat may start eating again and keep on when provided one of these kinds of treats. Create a new warm bed for an outdoor or even feral cat by simply lining a banana box with a new thick layer involving newspaper. Cut some sort of piece of Mylar to match the underside of the field. Put another coating of newspaper on the top. Add a cozy blanket. Place the whole box inside of a dog house or under a porch where it can't get moist. Heated tiles are great to put within cat mattress, particularly for the ease and comfort of aging felines. Use a 12" terra cotta ceramic tile and heat this by putting it in the 200�F stove for 20 moments. Wrap the floor tile in a unneeded towel and place it beneath your kitty's preferred resting spot. Switch every that same day if you like. Avoid fixing their gaze to create friends using a cat. Ever wonder the reason why cats seem attracted to the one who wants cats the smallest amount of? Typically the answer lies in cat body dialect. To cats, gazing is "rude" in addition to can be considered an issue. Looking apart demonstrates that you regard their space plus are not a new threat. So up coming time you are looking to fulfill some sort of new feline friend, look away and let them approach a person. Realize that cats and kittens never normally pant. Dogs pant to keep cool. If a cat trousers, it's a signal of trouble. Your own cat could end up being very anxious or in pain. Similarly, rapid breathing is a sign associated with pain or anxiousness. Be sure to be able to contact your veterinary right away if your cat starts off panting. Should your cat has a trend to eat the plants, you could cease him. You could possibly purchase bitter the apple company spray and apply the pot, you can also put a bit of clove olive oil on a natural cotton ball and conceal it a little bit inside the soil. Your cat will prevent both. https://www.blurb.com/user/rios52mccurd Consider having your cat a scratching post. Scratch is something which arrives extremely simple to cats; it is a part of their nature. Avoid force your cat to play with it. Rather, attention him inside it by simply spraying catnip aerosol on it, or by dangling some sort of string from typically the top. Soon he'll receive the idea that it's there intended for a reason! Using a hard time supplying your cat the bath? Accomplish this. Consider an old window screen and put it in the sink or bathtub. Put your cat in, and he will claw the screen and stay there. Then start cleansing, but do avoid dilly dally. Make use of a cup to help you to pour warm drinking water on the cat until you possess a moving shower head. Provide serious thought to spaying or neutering your current cat. Your veterinary can give you the pros and negatives of both, yet if you intend to keep your cat for long periods of time you should think about this operation. Cat overpopulation is a real problem, and you can do your portion. If the cat has to have a new surgery such as being spayed or neutered, they may need rest any time they come residence. It is difficult to retain a cat by jumping through to home furniture, but required to prevent pulling out stitches. Designate an place at your house for your current cat to recuperate where they will get more unlikely to injure themselves, until that they are healed good enough to roam no cost. It is important that you do not supply your cat also much food through the table. Cats tend not to digest human foodstuff the same way that your does. It can also lead to your cat becoming fat. If your cat is carrying around excessive weight, that will be challenging for them in order to jump on furniture and get around. Feed your cat several different kinds of food in case you want in order to the lower the chances of them becoming finicky. If they consume the same food almost all the time with no changing it, which might be the only 1 they'll eat later on. Feed some sort of kitten proper meals. A developing cat survives exclusively prove mother's milk to the first four months, a commercial formula when the mother basically around. When shifting to regular foods, feed them specifically formulated kitten foodstuff until they attain maturity at the age of a single. Kittens need lots of protein while they are establishing. Your cat need to always wear a collar and ID tag. This really is even true for in house cats. Cats are usually naturally curious in addition to a door or even window that's open invites exploration. The tag must have your own name and address and also your own vet's. This will be very critical if the feline has particular medical issues. Following reading this article, you now have an idea of what your cat needs to remain a happy feline. Just set the tips within this post into the daily practice, in addition to you will find out that your cat is much easier to take care regarding. Then, you will have also more time to enjoy your cat.

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[maxwell-grant]

In my quest to find any and all traces and detours of The Shadow’s career, I recently found this amusing kids book from 2003 titled Jackie and The Shadow Snatcher, and I figured I’d share with you guys a bit on it. I mean, something about that villain’s design is very familiar, no?

Jackie is on his way home from school when he discovers that his shadow is gone! Did he lose it just like he lost his lunch pail and math book or could this be the work of the elusive Shadow Snatcher? With the help of his bulldog, Buster, and Mr. Socrates (the smartest man in the world), Jackie attempts a daring rescue to save his shadow from the Shadow Snatcher, who has sinister plans to conceal his crimes under a cloak of stolen shadows.

The basic story of the book is really just that, Jackie looking for his missing shadow, finding the Shadow Snatcher’s hideout, taking it back and closing off the story. Jackie starts off the book repeteadly affirming to the audience that he loses stuff easily and doesn’t really watch his step, and he’s mainly worried his mom’s gonna scold him again if she learns he’s lost his shadow. 

He starts off by consulting “Mr Socrates”, who he states to be the smartest man in the world, and apparently, “The Shadow Snatcher” is his enemy.

(Does this mean we can technically consider Mr Socrates a member of The Shadow’s Rogues Gallery? He’s gotta be the most successful of the bunch apparently, given he apparently sent him to jail.)

(I gotta say, as far as explanations for having the power of invisibility go, it’s pretty damn hard to top “steals the shadows of people to sew into a dark quilt of invisibility”, definitely prefer this one to just Tibetan training)

And thus we meet our Shadow Snatcher, whose outfit has clearly seen better days, who seems to have a whole entourage of Beagle Boys working for him, and shows up in a spread that definitely feels like it could potentially be a really cool and creepy image, if this wasn’t in a book for pre-schoolers. 

You know, it’s kinda funny that this story, even though it’s really got nothing to do with The Shadow besides the villain’s design and thematic choice, still stays true to something I mention a lot regarding The Shadow, as this extraordinary agency that teaches people lessons. Here, even as the villain, he’s still the vehicle through which the story’s main lesson comes through: Be careful with your belongings. He even specifies that he’s only able to steal the shadows of children because they are not careful with their things, and of course that’s what the book is trying to teach it’s audience. 

How desperate do these guys have to be if they are this desperate to snatch any and all shadows they see? They got an entire room full of jittering shadows already. Why go through all this trouble when they can just steal shadows aplenty and, like they said, no one’s even getting hurt?

Also, I’m pretty interested in what the hell is Mr Stitch’s dynamic with The Shadow Snatcher here. In the first image, he dresses the part to set up a distraction for The Shadow Snatcher and the Muggs to rob the guy, which indirectly makes him the closest thing the Shadow Snatcher has to an Agent. And apparently, although apparently everyone can interact with shadows in this world (as Jackie’s able to unravel the whole “tapestry” by pulling on a loose thread), it seems like only Mr Stitch is able to sew the shadows together. He seems quite proud of what he calls “my beautiful sewing”.

(Holy mackerel! Egad! Hey, guess I finally found it, THE most embarassing Shadow catchphrase. I’d tag David, but I don’t want to get another call).

Come to think of it, what even are the Muggs? We get some backstory for The Shadow Snatcher and some details about Mr Stitch, but nothing on them. They all look and act the same, they are all adults who are shorter than the kid protagonist, and The Shadow Snatcher seems to talk to them as if they were all a single unit, even bouncing jokes off of them, and at one point they kinda rush over each other to see who gets the dog’s shadow first. What the hell are these guys?

So Jackie ends up escaping and, as he makes his way back to the river, a boat full of cops arrives, having been called into the scene by Mr Socrates. Who supposedly could have called them at literally any point The Shadow Snatcher was actively stealing shadows but, guess he had to be bothered about it first. Jackie goes home with his shadow intact and ends up finding a lost math book, and The Shadow Snatcher and his goons end up dashing off.

(Foiled again? How many times have you guys done this? How much input does Mr Stitch have on the operation? Questions that will never be answered)

I don’t really have a point to cap this off, but I do think it’s fascinating that this happened at all. Again, keep in mind that for the entirety of the 2000s, there was no Shadow media being created, nothing outside of ACG Comics reprinting the 1940s strips, with the only new stories being fan content that was being taken down left and right, and odd little cameos and references like these. 

It it funny how easily The Shadow fits as a villain in a kid’s story though, with absolutely nothing changed about his design other than some slight cartoony distortion, and not that much changed about the way he usually talks either. And considering how much The Shadow’s modeled after supervillains as is, maybe him having a more straightforward “sniveling toady” ally like Mr Stitch but with appropriate Shadow-twists is a concept worth revisiting. 

Just something to consider

#the shadow #shadow comics #i don't even know what else to tag this

[snini-9]

Abnormal Behaviour

All information and images can be found on this site. *as by request, some of the videos here were originally from PETA* As seen with other highly intelligent animals such as apes and elephants, cetaceans often exhibit stereotypical or abnormal behaviour. Repetitive in nature, this behaviour has no obvious goal or function and is thought to be a result of boredom, distress, and frustration related to an unnatural environment. As a cetacean’s natural repertoire of behaviours cannot be satisfied in a barren concrete tank, they may try to reduce the resulting tension by developing destructive behaviours such as self-stranding for prolonged periods of time, biting on metal gates/chewing at the environment, vomiting and self-mutilation, or non-beneficial behaviours such as comatose-like states/lethargy, head bobbing and pacing/circling.

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Self-stranding is a particularly notable stereotypical behaviour due to its potential to become life-threatening. In captivity, cetaceans are taught to beach themselves on concrete slide outs to present themselves to an audience, or to participate in husbandry behaviours such as having their weight taken. This taught behaviour quickly becomes an abnormal habit as cetaceans have been seen to repetitively slide out and lie motionlessly on concrete surfaces for up to 30 minutes. Killer whales, the largest species of cetacean in captivity, can weigh up to 22,000 pounds. Once beached, the orca’s weight begins to slowly crush its internal organs and damage its muscles, causing stores of myoglobin to be released. Travelling in the bloodstream, the protein reaches the kidneys where it is highly toxic. After a prolonged period of time, the damage to their kidneys is irreversible. Re-entry into the water allows their blood to circulate more freely, and this carries even more myoglobin to the kidneys leading to severe kidney damage.

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Photographer Reginald Andreas captured the moment a transient orca stranded whilst hunting elephant seal pups on Sea Lion Island, the Falkland Islands. After vomiting repeatedly, the male died.

Additionally, on top of this risk, beached cetaceans can also perish from dehydration and heat exhaustion. Their thick layer of blubber and the lack of water causes cetaceans to overheat, become dehydrated and dry out. In February 2016, Morgan, a female orca at Loro Parque, intentionally beached herself on a slide out for around 10 minutes.

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Morgan beaching herself on a concrete slide-out at Loro Parque. The skin on her melon began to dry out leading to her trainer, Rafa Sanchez, signalling her to return to the water.

Within this time, the skin around Morgan’s melon dried out in 19°C heat. Following this incident, Kelly Flaherty Clark, SeaWorld Orlando’s director of animal training, admitted she’s seen orcas “slide out for 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, even 30 minutes, on their own.” If Morgan’s skin can dry out in 10 minutes in 19°C heat, it’s unimaginable how damaging this abnormal behaviour can be if performed for 30 minutes at SeaWorld Orlando, Florida, which regularly sees temperatures of up to 28°C.

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In the wild, only one small population of Patagonian transients in Argentina intentionally strand themselves for hunting purposes. Consisting of around 22 individuals, the whole population was taught how to perform the unique hunting technique by two male orcas named Mel and Bernardo. This cultural behaviour is passed down from generation to generation of Patagonian mammal-eating orcas and, as no captive orcas originate from this population, it’s completely unnatural for the behaviour to be replicated in captivity. Kshamenk, a bull orca at Mundo Marino, is indeed an Argentinian transient but it is unclear whether he is directly related to the stranding orca pod.

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Despite not originating from Patagonian transients, orcas at Kamogawa SeaWorld seem to be avid participants in this behaviour, as do various other species of cetacean trapped in Japan’s often horribly inadequate tanks.

​https://youtu.be/hJVybEhJGV4

https://youtu.be/CW6-8t_RSyM

Other damaging abnormal behaviours include wearing the teeth by chewing at the environment and regurgitating food. It’s common for under-stimulated and bored orcas to “chew” metal bars and mouth concrete pool corners, like the main stages and concrete slide outs, consequently causing their teeth to become worn, chipped and broken.

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Morgan chewing on concrete.

Following feeding sessions, captive orcas have been seen to regurgitate their food and play with it. Although this may provide the orca with some stimulation, obsessive regurgitation can lead to health problems as the corrosiveness of stomach acid can damage the lining of the oesophagus as well as already worn teeth. According to John Hargrove, a former senior trainer, all of the whales at SeaWorld Orlando, SeaWorld San Antonio and Marineland Antibes frequently regurgitated their food, to the point that it became a notable problem. Trainers at Marineland Antibes attempted to discourage the behaviour by mixing spiny mackerel (a fish with painful spikes) into their food to make regurgitation painful, and therefore less appealing. However, unwilling to give up their harmful habit, the orcas figured out how much spiny mackerel was in their food, when they ingested it, and when it was less painful to regurgitate it.

​https://youtu.be/Pnj4rvV4htQ

Perhaps the most worrying of all abnormal behaviours witnessed in captivity is self-mutilation. There are various ways a cetacean can harm itself in a captive environment but the most commonly observed behaviour is for a cetacean to ram its head or body into the walls or gates of its tank. A particularly disturbing example of self-mutilative behaviour in captive orcas would be the behaviour of Hugo, a male Southern Resident killer whale who was captured from the wild in February 1968 and housed at Miami Seaquarium. Prior to being moved to “The Whale Bowl” (the tank that currently houses Lolita), Hugo was housed in “The Celebrity Pool” which is so small that it now houses manatees.

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​Hugo housed in the “The Celebrity Bowl” in the late 1960 – early 1970s.

“The Celebrity Bowl” now housing manatees.

During his stay in this pathetic pool, Hugo developed self-harming behaviour that consisted of him slamming his body into the tank walls. This resulted in a nasty injury on October 1st, 1970 when he slammed his head into the circular ‘acrylic bubble’ feature of his tank and punctured a five-inch hole into it.

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The acrylic window Hugo smashed his head into

The acrylic sliced off approximately two-inches of his rostrum. Hugo had to undergo a 45-minute operation without a local anaesthetic for his severed flesh to be stitched back onto his rostrum. Despite his veterinarian’s best efforts, the sewn-on tissue turned completely white, died and fell off completely after seven days, although Hugo did make a full recovery within just four months.

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Newspaper clipping of Hugo’s injury.

Hugo’s self-harming behaviour continued when he was placed in The Whale Bowl with Lolita. On March 4th, 1980, his behaviour proved to be fatal as he slammed his head into a tank wall and suffered a brain aneurysm resulting in his death. He was just 15 years old.  

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15-year-old Hugo being removed from his tank shortly after his death in 1980.

However, self-harming behaviour at Miami Seaquarium did not end with the death of Hugo. As recently as September 2015, multiple bottlenose dolphins who take part in the oceanarium’s “Top Deck Dolphin Show” were seen to repeatedly hit their heads on the bottom of their tank floor. Watch the video below.

https://youtu.be/QpANcUismqU​

Just like Hugo, Kanduke, a Bigg’s transient housed at SeaWorld Orlando, was also known to participate in self-mutilative behaviour. According to Carol Ray, a former SeaWorld trainer, Kanduke would ram himself as hard as he possibly could into the cement walls, metal gates, and glass panels in the show pool on a daily basis. He bloodied his chin, teeth, and rostrum so badly on some occasions that he was not allowed to participate in shows because management said he looked too bad for the public to see. More recently, Skyla, a female orca at Loro Parque, displayed similar behaviour when she breached onto concrete, effectively slamming her body onto the stage, prior to a show.

Skyla, a female orca at Loro Parque, slamming her body onto a concrete surface.

Morgan, another female orca at the same facility, repeatedly rammed the gate of the medical pool she was held in after she was separated from her tank mate, Tekoa.

https://youtu.be/JIqmG_PE7kQ

Some captive cetaceans take it a step further and leap out of their tanks, hitting the hard concrete floor below. Kotar, a deceased male orca who resided at SeaWorld San Antonio, reportedly jumped out of his tank twice whilst at the facility, requiring staff to clear and flood the entire stadium so that they could float Kotar back into the pool. In 2002, Hudson, another deceased orca, jumped out of his tank at Marineland Canada during a feeding session. Reportedly unharmed, Hudson was placed on a stretcher and lifted by crane back into the pool. Eight years later in 2010, Kuru, a female false killer whale, jumped out of her tank during a show at Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium. She sustained minor scratches and bruises from the incident.

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As recently as 2015, a dolphin jumped out of its tank at Gulf World, landing directly on its dorsal fin. According to former Gulf World trainer, Ashley Guidry, the marine park’s dolphins would jump out of their tanks so frequently that a metal rail was added to the top of the show tanks to try to discourage the dolphin’s dangerous behaviour. It wasn’t uncommon for trainers to come into the park in the morning to find a beached dolphin lying on the concrete walkway beside their tank.

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Other abnormal behaviours, such as comatose-like states and logging, are not necessarily harmful when performed, but do carry risks of their own – risks which have been held responsible for contributing to the deaths of two of SeaWorld’s orcas. In captivity, it’s extremely common to see lethargic cetaceans floating motionlessly at the surface, known as logging, or lying perfectly still at the bottom of the pool.

​https://youtu.be/4dHLzWuVvl0

https://youtu.be/A2qhfcTYP8E

https://youtu.be/vkpOzTETYY0

https://youtu.be/RWq7ZxsadAM

These lethargic behaviours are explained to guests who query it as how dolphins rest. However, although this may be the captivity-adapted version, wild dolphins do not stop moving to sleep. As dolphins must be conscious to breathe, they use unihemispheric sleep, in which they shut down one hemisphere of their brain at a time, to rest whilst remaining alert and able to breathe. Whilst in this state, dolphins remain in close proximity to their pod members, slowly moving forward.

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https://youtu.be/W8UyuSijYsE

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According to Dr. Naomi Rose, a leading marine mammal scientist, it’s “extremely rare” for wild orcas to remain still for a minute or two, unlike captive orcas who log for hours upon hours at a time. Dr. Rose believes this highly abnormal behaviour is the result of “chronic stress, boredom and inhibition of natural behaviours that occurs as a result of inadequate living conditions” at marine parks and aquariums alike. As for captive orca deaths related to this behaviour, Kanduke, a 19-year-old male, died in 1990 with the St. Louis Encephalitis Virus (SLEV) implicated in his death, followed by Taku, a 14-year-old orca, who succumbed to the West Nile Virus (WNV) in 2007. Mosquitoes, who swarm the orca’s exposed dorsal fins and backs when they’re logging, were held responsible for transmitting the viruses.

[peterspideyy]

chapter 10 - partners in crime

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“they won’t, because i’ll tell them not to.” the figure replied, before they stepped into the light. yours and toms breath hitched. your eyes went wide, as you couldn’t believe who it was. who the mole was. you would of never of guessed it was him.

“carson?”

“10 minutes.” you heard harrison say, through the earpiece.

“hello, guys.” he smiled wickedly, inhaling a cigarette.

you shook your head, unable to process what was happening, “i-i don’t get it. why you? why would you betray the fbi like that?”

he laughed, blowing out smoke, “i never betrayed the fbi. the fbi betrayed me.”

“what do you mean?” tom asked.

he looked at keith for a second, before turning back to you. well, he was mainly looking at tom.

“they failed to do the one thing, they’re good at! find people.” he shouted. you furrowed your brows. who does he mean?

“what?” tom asked.

“so, me working with the dragons, will make the fbi loose the one thing they care about.”

“you’re helping the dragons get away?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

he nodded, making you laugh. how could he do this?

“why?” tom asked.

“carson, not yet.” kieth warned, making you and tom more confused than ever. what were they hiding?

“no john. they have to know.”

john? as in keith is actually called john? you’re sure you’ve heard that name before, but you don’t know where. you rattled through your brain, trying to remember who has said that before. looking at tom, your eyes went wide as you instantly knew who said his name. you did. it couldn’t be though, could it? there’s more than one john in new york. there has to be. but, when you saw tom’s face fall, you knew he thought of...

“dad?”

“well, today is the day he, you know, went missing.” he gulped, as sorrow swallowed him.

“oh my god, tom. i-i didn’t realise, i’m sorry.”

“no. it’s okay, i never told you to exact date. i wanted to go out though, to try and take my mind off it, you know. but, i just can’t help it you know. when he went missing, we looked for months and found nothing. people say he’s dead, but i just have a feeling that he isn’t.”

you placed your hand on top of his, “tom, if john was here i don’t think he would want you beating yourself up on what you could of done to find him, okay? he would want you to live your life.”

“y/n,” tom whispered, “i have a feeling that he’s in new york.”

keith, well john, looked up to meet tom’s gaze, smiling sheepishly at him. it made sense now. keith always had a soft spot for him, well except for shooting him, but he’s a criminal. what does he expect?

“w-what? i don’t understand.”

john sat opposite you both, “hey, tom.”

“no,” tom began, “i don’t believe it. my dad is dead. he’s been dead for years. why did you shoot me, huh? my dad wouldn’t shoot me! why was i put on this fucking case! for what, to find out my dad is actually a world class fucking criminal?!”

“you were put on the case, to come with us. we can start over, tom. have the life you wanted as a child. we can be rich. very rich. you can bring y/n. please, come with us. i shot you, for your own good.”

“own good? he could bleed to death!” you screeched, gesturing to the amount of blood.

“you’ll understand eventually.” he replied.

tom shook his head, “i’m not going anywhere with you! how do i even know your my dad! your lying. your clearly lying!”

“your favourite colour is blue.”

“5 minutes.” harrison spoke.

tom scoffed, “and thats suppose to make me believe you then? anyone can find that out.”

“your favourite colour is blue, because when you where younger we went on a fishing trip, and the first fish you caught was a blue mackerel, and you were so happy, you decided then and there that was your favourite colour.”

you looked at tom. you knew his favourite colour was blue, but you never knew that was the reason. you could tell, he didn’t want to believe that this was his dad. you could see how he couldn’t accept it, as much as he wanted too.

“why did you turn to crime then?”

“because i lost faith in my country. i was kidnapped. for five years, i was with a chinese gang. and everyday i hoped, prayed, the government, the people i trust, would find me. but they never. they gave up in the first year. i was so angry, so hurt, at them, i made them suffer.”

“that makes no sense. you can’t kill, because people didn’t find you. i still look for you! i always have been looking for you!” tom screamed, angry tears falling down his face.

“so, you helped him because you lost faith in the country too?” you asked, turning to carson, who simply nodded.

“he’s my best friend. and they just stopped.” he added.

“1 minute.” harrison spoke.

“tom, listen to me. i know you’re angry, but please come with us. start a new life. with us. with me.” john spoke, pulling you away from carson.

“no. i have my life right here,” he gritted, taking your hand in his, holding it up to him, “you’ve had all my life, to tell me this. i’m not running away from the law.”

“bad choice, son. bad choice.” he tutted, pulling his gun out and aiming in at his head.

“30 seconds.”

“you wouldn’t kill me.” tom smiled sadly, shaking his head as his starred at his fathers eyes.

“tom, darling, shut up.” you panicked, while carson held you back. you were so scared, that if tom says the wrong thing, he’ll pull the trigger. you couldn’t let that happen.

“you had a chance to kill me minutes ago, and you never. you wouldn’t do it.” he carried on.

“i will.” he replied, moving his finger to the trigger. carson placed his hand over your mouth, to muffle your sobs and shouts.

“20 seconds.”

“this isn’t right. i know you. i know you don’t like killing people. i know you want revenge. but, stop. please.”

“no, tom! you don’t get it!” john screamed.

“i do! i do get it. god, i hated when they stopped looking. stopped caring. but, please, just do time. you need to do time, for what you did.”

“10 seconds.”

“listen to him,” you begged, “please, this isn’t right. you need to repay for what you did.”

“no,” john mumbled, “i can’t. i-i need to go.”

he put his gun away, before running to the nearest window, opening it before climbing out to the ledge.

“5 seconds.”

“no. you can’t run. they’ll find you.”

“they didn’t find me, the time i needed them too.” he added, looking down.

before he could jump, and be free, the door bursted open as you and tom fell to your knees as guns started to fire in all different directions. it was as time slowed down, as you watched the dragons being shot one by one in the leg, falling to the ground in pain before they were handcuffed. john fell back into the room, clearly shot by a sniper in the leg as well, before he was handcuffed too.

“you alright down there?” harrison asked, looking at you both behind the couch, curled up in each other’s arms. you both nodded, unable to speak while he helped you both up to your feet.

the three of you watched as all the men got taken away, including carson. you followed them outside, with tom’s arms wrapped around yours and harrisons necks, to where numerous of police cars were waiting.

flashes of blue was seen as sirens filled your ears, as you watched agents and officers, push the men’s heads into the cars, closing the doors after them, and signalling the car to drive away.

tom looked at his dad, smiling slightly, as he watched him get into the car, before driving away.

“he did the right thing tom.” you smiled, while he nodded, before you took him to the ambulance so he could get properly stitched up.

“y/n!” harrison called. you looked at tom, who nodded, silently saying how it was okay for you to go. running over to him, your eyes went wide as you shook hands with the president richards.

“sir, are you okay?”

“i am thanks to you. and tom. you both did extremely well tonight. i couldn’t thank you enough.” he smiled at you, kindly. you laughed, saying thank you, before he walked away, with his security surrounding him.

“good job y/n.” harrison spoke, bringing you away from looking at the president.

“thanks harrison. for everything.” you beamed, hugging him. you pulled away, when you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around. a gasp left your lips, as tears started to well up in your eyes, as you saw tom grinning up at you, on one knee.

he pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen, filled with diamonds, that sparkled perfectly off the blue flashing lights.

“y/n l/n,” he started, taking your hands in his, ignoring the pain in his arm, “i’ve been wanting to do this, forever. when you left me, i was down on one knee. like now. but, i don’t blame you for leaving. i never will. i would if i was in that suituation. when carson put me on the same case as you, at the start of the month, i never would think i would be doing this. this case. working with you, has made me realise how much i miss you. how much i love you. and i’m sorry it’s took me ages to realise this. as well as being the most gorgeous, and badass person i’ve ever met, you also have the most kindest soul. i always thought this job was everything in my life, but you are. you. i love you. your my partner in crime, so i’m asking if you would do the honour, of being my partner in life?”

you sobbed as you took in all of tom’s heartwarming words. god, the things this boy does to you.

“yes. a million time’s yes!” you shouted happily, while tom breathed out, letting a tear fall. removing the device from your finger, and throwing it behind him making you giggle, he put the engagement ring on your finger. you admired the details, before tom picked you up suddenly turning you around as you both laughed loudly. he placed you down gently, as you both starred into each other’s eyes.

“i love you too.” you replied, making tom swoon in adoration towards you.

“i guess i can kiss you now, then?” he chuckled, glancing down at your lips, before looking back into your eyes.

“i guess so.”

his lips landed on yours in an instant, as your eyes fluttered closed. placing your hands on either side of his face, while his where on your waist pulling you closer, you deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth. the world around you, off sirens and police cars, slowly disappeared. you could finally be with tom. and you couldn’t be happier.

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5 years later

“what are you all doing in here then?” tom laughed from the doorway, before sitting down on the couch.

“we found this box, and we decided to go through it!”

“peter! you weren’t supposed to tell, daddy!”

“oh. sorry, katie.” he smiled awkwardly.

“it’s okay, honestly. find anything?” tom asked.

“it’s all photos of us as kids. well, she still is a kid.” peter laughed, as katie pouted.

“i’m not a kid. i’m 6. your a kid.” she frowned.

“katie, i’m 10. you’re more of a kid than me.”

“alright guys.” tom giggled trying to calm his children, as he looked through photos as well.

“oh, that’s not us, is it?” peter asked, showing tom a photo of him and you. he smiled, wiping dust off it before admiring every detail. it was taken on your wedding day while you were having your first dance. it was a magical moment, which tom will never forget.

“it’s of me and your mum, on our wedding day,” he smiled, placing it back in the pile, “and this is from our honeymoon. we went to kingston, would you believe?”

“kingston? what’s so special of that?”

“it’s our other name.” he teased, remembering when you went undercover with that as a last name.

the children looked at each other, confused, as they kept on looking through photos of there mum and dad.

“this was when we found out we were having you, pete.” tom smiled, showing him a photo, of a much younger couple, smiling widely while holding a pregnancy stick in the air.

“what about this?”

tom looked away, still smiling as he remembered that day. he remembered how happy he was. but, his smile faltered, once he saw what his son was holding up.

“erm,” he croaked, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, “that’s the day before we broke up. years ago it was, but i still remember that day.”

you were both at a party, smiling, but it wasn’t as wide as the other photos. you were happy. but not that happy as you could be.

“what’s happening here then?” you asked, standing in the doorway, admiring your husband and children, getting along so well. you always felt happy, when you saw tom interact with them both.

“daddy is telling us when you broke up!” katie smiled, while you laughed awkwardly.

“that’s not what i meant katie,” he looked at you, “it’s not what i meant, darling. they asked and-“

“it’s okay.” you interrupted, still laughing at how happy she sounded. you sat behind tom, stroking the hair on the back of his neck, as you all went through hundreds of photos, reliving memories and memories.

“wait, you were agents?” peter asked, holding up a photo of you and tom, in your fbi gear, holding up a certificate from when you catched the dragons togther. those were the days. you both glanced at each other, before nodding at him, making him shout in excitement.

“were you partners?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“yep.” you replied.

“we are each other’s partners in crime and life. what more could a man want?” he smiled up at you, while you leaned down to kiss his lips softly, only the sounds of your kids gagging and pretending to throw up, being the only thing you heard.

guess going undercover with your ex all those years ago despite hating each other to start off with, does have it’s perks.

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a/n- and that’s it! thank you all so much for being on this journey with me! i hope this is the ending you hoped for :) i might do an epilogue, but for now, thanks for reading, it means so much!

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[halftwinmoon]

Little Red Riding Hood: Gakuen Babysitters Edition, Part 2

Part 1

For a toddler with itty bitty jelly bean legs, Kotarō moves quite quickly, which doesn’t help the red-haired older brother figure out why he went on his own while chasing him. Ryūichi has a tendency to worry about his green-haired baby brother, which only worsens his apprehensiveness. If only Usaida was there to help him, as the pink-haired sleepy caretaker has quite the intuition in figuring out children’s thoughts and actions. Saikawa, the Chairwoman, the Chairwoman’s son, and Yukari mentored him in childcare and how to be teacher during the earlier days of the daycare center, in which Usaida then internalizes many of their advice and studies them with his own “How to be a Teacher” study notes every night, which does mostly explain his default sleepiness. This hidden secret is quite hilarious considering that one time while Kotarō stayed with him as Ryūichi went off to his school exhibition trip, Usaida didn’t want Kotarō to find his study notes even though the naïve toddler stumbled upon his more... mature materials to then look at his teacher manuals.

Kotarō stops near a certain double door, in which Ryūichi finally catches up to him and notices where the pathway that the two went leads to. “Huh? This is kitchen. What were you planning to do, Kotarō?” Ryūichi noted. “Oh, Ryūichi-sama and Kotarō-sama. Superb timing. I was just going to inform you that lunch is ready,” Saikawa says while walking to the Kashima brothers down the hallway. “Sa-cha! Shaggy!” the toddler says while noticing the rather fluffy gray blanket that is neatly folded under the dapper blond’s arms. “Ah, yes Kotarō-sama. How very observant of you, as usual. This is a cotton fleece blanket that Usaida-sama made for the Chairwoman. I was just finishing drying this after washing it,” Saikawa notes while unfolding the blanket to show the collaborative project. Usaida-san made that? I know that he made the vegetable costumes for the kids and me during our school culture festival, but I never knew how artistic he can be. Ryūichi mentally noted.

The blanket already looked luxurious enough that it almost look like it was made of silk... until the Kashima brothers noticed Saikawa’s touch: graphic of Ryūichi, Kotarō, Saikawa, and Yōko that was seemed to be made with cross-stitching. The style being much like the time Saikawa drew Ryūichi on a yellow ball when he was “playing” with Kotarō, who still keeps it in his toy box. Wow that’s... impressive. I guess he became a lot more productive since quarantine? Ryūichi thought while sweat-dropping in embarrassment and also touched by the symbolic implications that the four were indeed a family: a new family that he sometimes wished that his and his brother’s parents met each other before the plane incident, but now visit their respective graves including the Chairwoman’s son and wife as often and as safely as possible.

“Oh, thank you Saikawa-san,” Ryūichi responds while bringing back to the topic. “Actually Kotarō was planning to do something in the kitchen, but I’m not sure what he’s thinking...” One glance exchange between the green olive-haired toddler and the hybrid butler/secretary with Kotarō claiming “Ba-cha get-well-giff!” was all the info Saikawa needed. “I see now. How thoughtful of you. You plan on making something for the Chairwoman as a get-well-gift, correct?” “Ung!” he answered with his default way of communicating of head nods, which was becoming endearing to everyone and even strangers before the pandemic. “Lemo-cha!”

Oh so that’s what he meant. He’s so sweet and considerate. Just like the time I was sick and he, Obaa-san, and Saikawa-san nursed me back to health with Kotarō’s lemon tea– No! I can’t start crying now. I should help him. Ryūichi mentally says while also taking part of Kotarō determination... until suddenly *growls* “Eh? Umm...” Ryūichi mumbles with a growing blush. *growls* “Ung...” Kotarō mirrors in surprise while putting one tiny hands on his tummy while still holding the picture book close to his body. Since the hallway was very clean and not full of decorations, hearing the brothers’ stomach growls was easily detectable. With a light chuckle, Saikawa says, “Well we shouldn’t keep tarrying on then, should we? Please head on to the dining room so that I can serve you lunch.” as he bows and heads to the kitchen.

“How about we eat lunch first? Can’t help nurse others when we can’t take care of ourselves, can we? Obaa-san would for sure not approve of that.” The older Kashima brother suggests to the little one. “Ung~!” Kotaro replies. As they enter the dining room and taken their seats, with Ryūichi putting Kotarō in his seat booster while taking off the red makeshift hood – Saikawa enters with lunch that includes lightly-salted grilled mackerel – deboned with pristine precision that rivals master sushi chefs – with rice, miso soup, and kinpira gobo, scaled to the appropriate serving sizes for all three of them. “Thank you for the food,” Ryūichi thanks with clapped hands while Kotarō mirrors and says, “T’ank for food.” As usual, Saikawa’s cooking is superb and then both brothers give their respects to the man. “I am always honored to serve you two. Speaking of which, have you finished reading ‘Little Red Riding Hood’? I am going to give the Chairwoman her meal, which is a simple rice porridge made with chicken, ginger, ginseng, and leeks after I have collected your dishes,” Saikawa noted while observing that the picture book was besides Kotarō’s dishes. 

“Oh no it’s fine, we’ll put away our dishes won’t we? And we’ll continue where we left off.” Ryūichi reassures while turning to Kotaro, in which the toddlers nods with his usual grunt. “Very well then. Please do continue to enjoy reading.” Saikawa bids them off to then deliver the Chairwoman’s meal. Ryūichi collected both of his and Kotarō’s dishes to then head to the kitchen sink, in which he wash, scrubbed, and rinsed the dishes while handling them to Kotarō to dry with clean towels (with some assistance to make sure the little one didn’t accidentally drop it).

“Alright then, how about we continue reading ‘Little Red Riding Hood’, Kotarō?” the older Kashima brother suggests. “Ung~!” is Kotarō’s expected happy response. The duo heads back to their room and resume reading together. However, will learn later on how this book decides to tell this version of ‘Little Red Riding Hood‘...

To be continued

#gakuen babysitters #fanfiction #halftwinmoonwrites

[oaken-evenshade]

Tanaris Part IV: The Storm

They ducked into a cavity where the stillness of the air felt thick, tangible even. Oaken hunched over to keep from scraping his scalp against the ceiling. Rose looked over her shoulder to study the tall Kaldorei.

The light from her torch cast a soft glow across the stone walls and illuminated his face. His eyes travelled around the small cavern curiously before settling on hers. 

Rose tilted her head, watched him a moment longer, then looked away. “Feels different in here, doesn’t it?” 

“Feels...still and quiet, yet alive. There is a presence of magic here?”

Oaken watched as Rose fixed a smile on him. She raised her eyebrows as she bent down to scoop up sand. Lifting her hand high above her head, Rose tipped it over and opened her palm. 

Grains of sand stalled in the air for several seconds before falling to the ground.

“This cavity is nestled near the Caverns of Time.” Rose said in answer to the bewilderment etched across Oaken’s face. “Look, there’s a fissure. Follow it.  Eventually it will open up into a greater chamber with three tunnels. Take the middle one. You’ll find a tear in time that leads into the Battle of Mount Hyjal.”

Frustration tugged at Rose’s chest as the elf stared at her with blank eyes. 

“You could see her, you could see Akenna! “She blurted. “You couldn’t change anything but...but you could see her.” 

Akenna. Moments passed before Oaken found his voice. “Why are you doing this?”

Rose stepped in closer and reached up to hold his face. “You’re always asking questions. Always the ‘why’s’ with you. I care about you Oaken. I see that you need to find your peace. So I am letting you go.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “So...do what you have to do.” 

Turning quickly on her heels, Rose made for the way they had entered. Damn, I’m going to be in trouble, she thought to herself. As she was exiting she heard the elf whisper “Thank you, truly.”

“Just make sure you’re looking for that peace in the right place and the right time.” She called over her shoulder as she disappeared around a corner. 

Hours passed. No, maybe minutes.

Time seemed to have different rules in this cavity tucked  near the Caverns. 

Oaken danced with a thousand different thoughts. He paced around the tiny chamber and etched sketches in the sand with his bare toes; a harpy and a toad sharing a flower. A tear rolled down his cheek and spattered onto the toad. 

He closed his eyes tightly as fierce tears spilled out leaving hot trails down his cheeks. Nodding firmly to himself, Oaken opened his eyes and charged for the fissure. Akenna.

Footsteps echoed throughout the tunnels as Oaken ran. He ran until sandy ground gave way to rich soil.

 Ahead, a shimmering light spilled over a small green grove. Trees native to Mount Hyjal stood as sentinels before the portal. 

It was impossible that such life could dwell deep underground hidden from the sun. Yet, the hairs on Oaken’s arms rose with the sense of life coursing through the trees and bushels. 

The rip in time swirled in an array of light blinding colors. The brilliant colors reminded Oaken of a time, long ago, when his father took him and Akenna out to sea for a fishing venture. 

They had been coasting not far from the shore for several hours when Akenna let out a small gasp and pulled Oaken to her side. Her little hand pointed at a  school of silver mackerels weaving in and around one another. Their silver scales caught the glint of the sun and revealed dazzling blues, yellows, greens, purples, and pinks. 

“Oaken!” She had said with delight. “I think those fish are hiding all the colors of the world!”

“Hold on Akenna, they aren’t hiding the colors. It’s more about the structure of their scales and how the light ref-”

“Shh! No, none of that. These fish are magic and we have stumbled upon the very rarest of discoveries!”

“...alright Akenna.”

Oaken breathed in deeply as the tips of his fingers brushed through the light. He smiled at the memory and stepped in closer to the portal. 

But then...something very small and very slow caught the corner of his eye.

A snail inched its way to the cap of a mushroom. Sensing eyes on it, the gastropod turned its head to gaze upon the Kaldorei. Its eyestalks jabbed out in odd directions. 

Oaken and the snail stared at one another for several moments. Friendly faces formed in Oaken’s mind like ghosts taking shape. 

For a moment he could envision Jerimoth passing out pumpkin and cucumber on tiny plates to an escargatoire of trusting snails. Where did he even come across plates on such a micro scale? Oaken snorted.

He thought of Kyndolin tromping through some forest on a mad shan’do’s quest. She’d be scowling at the bizarreness of the venture but deep down inside she was probably ecstatic to be outside and under the moon. Someday she might become the Shan’do leading poor students on strange adventures. 

Ellnara charged into his mind. Perhaps she was in the shop working into the late hours. She’d be be putting attention and care into every stitch as if that stitch held the greatest role of them all. She always gave that same type of attention and care to the beings around her. 

And finally, he thought of Braden the dwarf. The one eyed cobbler in Dwarven District who- wait, why am I thinking of Braden?

“Bleeding thumbs.” Unable to bear the snail’s gaze. Oaken pulled his hand from the portal and headed for the creature.

He plucked it up, turned it around and plopped it on the mushroom with its back  facing him. Charging back to the portal, Oaken squared his shoulders and moved to step through. He glanced back at the snail. It stared back at him with trembling eyestalks.

“What-how! Stop! Stop it!”

Pulling back from the portal once more, Oaken stood to face the snail. 

“You don’t understand! You’re a snail!” He shouted. “I wasn’t there for her. I wasn’t there for Akenna when she needed me most! This is my chance. I can be with her. I can stand by her side until the end. I can find that peace!” He shouted angrily. 

An eyestalk wiggled.

“Ha! The nerve! How dare you!”

In a moment, Oaken was suddenly thinking of snails, eyepatches, nice dirt, needles and thread. Things he had come to treasure. 

A pocket of breath caught in his throat as he stared through the snail. 

Maybe peace cannot be sought by searching the past, or waiting for a better future. But by being present in the present.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Oaken turned back to the portal. He pulled the brown feather from his hair and twirled it between two fingers.

“I wasn’t there for you Akenna and that hurts. Elune knows, I wish I could have been.” He pressed the feather through the portal. The tear in time seemed to slowly pull it in, away from his hand. 

“But there are those now, that I can be there for. And...I think I’d like to be.” In a flash of light, the feather was gone. 

Oaken closed the gap between him and the mollusk.

“Come on snail. The time has come to return home. Listen though, the thing is, you really need to learn how to mind your tongue if you’re to get along with the other snails.” 

Plucking up the little creature, he tucked it behind his ear and turned his back on the portal. 

Four Hours Later

Wind whipped green wisps of hair from Oaken’s face as he exited the cavern. 

The wind turned violent. To the east a colossus wave of sand  raged across the dunes. But more disturbing than the oncoming sandstorm was a flash of light that rippled through the sky, leaving small tears in its wake. 

“Something has been made broken.” Oaken muttered reverently to the snail behind his ear before being swallowed by a wall of sand.

                                   [The Shadowlands Approach]

(Mentions: @everyone-just-calls-me-jeri @kyndolin​ too many adventures impossible to walk away from)

#The Tanaris Series #The Evenshade Twins #Snails #Caverns of Time #Battle of Mount Hyjal #The Storm #Shadowlands incoming #The Sagelight sisters