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stupidkinbs · 2 years

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(KINDA BEING REVAMPED PLEASE PARDON THE MESS TY)

last updated: i honestly don’t remember uh but im writing this as of June 16th 2023

alright. ig im doin this now

yo, sup. ive concluded that i kin jade strider (daveways). therefore, here i am, making a canon call. the only SUPERRR clear things i got are the fact that everyone else was swapped as well (john lalonde [roseways], rose egbert, and dave harley) and that i was especially close with rose (so im rlly looking for her rn but i wanna meet everyone eventually ofc).

EDIT: FOUND JOHN!! ( @stickykeyyss )

EDIT 2: FOUND DAVE!!! ( @meganeuridaex )

EDIT 3: ROSE!!!! ( @roseegglonde )

the whole beta group is together! :D

more info under the cut: vv

i had wavy/semi-curly black hair (it was about like... just an inch or two past my shoulders) round shades (though i sometimes had to swap them out for glasses, my vision wasn’t and still isn’t the best lmao), with the same buck teeth w/ red eyes. had an oversized white tee w/ red sleeves and loose pants. maybe sweatpants? i feel like i might of worn a skirt a few times before though. + scuffed up red sneaks. im not sure what symbol yet. had a couple scars but they aren’t really visible. was a witch of time and prospit dreamer. i’m not entirely sure what my symbol was honestly, but it might of been a cassette tape? or something of that nature.

[i mean i have a sprite edit of myself but like…its good to explain lol]

i liked music a lot. like. a lot a lot. not just rap though; plenty of different genres. i made my own sometimes too and owned a guitar. i also liked rhythm games! those were fun. i owned a venus flytrap since i still had a soft spot for plants. i lived in an apartment and had a god awful sleep schedule. i had bro (jake strider) as my guardian.

john had this dark purple sweater and this broody look on his face like alllll the time. but he's a softie at heart lmao. anyway, he had square glasses and purple eyes. fluffy(?) black hair that could never be tamed and the same buck teeth. it was always a bit long since he didn’t cut it too often. he went grimdark at some point. he was a heir of light + prospit dreamer. he had a cat symbol.

john had these moments where he would just go mia for long periods. he eventually stopped doing that as the game went on though. i believe dave helped him out? they were very close. he liked to make movies.

rose had short blond hair and a dark blue headband. dave said that it might of had cat ears on it + her hair likely was curly. had a blue skirt and blue eyes and wore a pair of square glasses. she always was so smiley too. seer of breath and derse dreamer. she had a ghost symbol.

rose loved video games and the like, along with ghosts and the paranormal. she also liked to play pranks! she lived in a suburb with her mom (roxy crocker). she also had jaspers as a pet.

dave, my man.…. blond curly-ish hair. less curly than rose's though. more…wavy. green eyes, freckles, and he wore a pair of glasses that changed into sunglasses. he wore a patterned green flannel, a shirt with a bird symbol, and board shorts + a pair of flip flops. he went birdtier at some point. he lived on the pacific island. knight of space + derse dreamer. he liked to talk to me personally about animals. oh, and he was penpals with dirk english because of weird time bullshit.

here’s whatever i could think of for descriptions of us (with the help of my canonmates). i hope this is enough to go off of.

troll swaps include:

Aradia Makara - Maid of Rage (Derse)

Tavros Ampora - Page of Hope (Prospit)

Sollux Pyrope - Mage of Mind (Derse? Maybe Dual?)

Karkat Captor - Knight of Doom (Prospit? Maybe Dual?)

Nepeta Maryam - Rouge of Space (Derse)

Kanaya Peixes - Sylph of Life (Prospit)

Terezi Zahhak - Seer of Void (Prospit)

Vriska Vantas - Thief of Blood (Prospit)

Equius Nitram - Heir of Breath (Derse)

Gamzee Megido - Bard of Time (Prospit)

Eridan Serket - Prince of Light (Derse)

Feferi Leijon - Witch of Heart (Derse)

the ones we remember the most are: aradia, karkat, kanaya, terezi, vriska, and eridan. others are a bit fuzzy, but we’re trying to piece things together.

any descriptions we have are listed here (and i promise i will organize this soon):

terezi had short hair too; sometimes she kept her hair back in a ponytail. wore a pair of goggles w/ thick lenses and had them with her most of the time. very expressive and always had something to experiment with. i don’t know what she built exactly, but she did build some stuff.

vriska always tried to be mysterious and cool. it…didn’t really work. she often changed her text color.

not really a description, but eridan and i butted heads really often to say the least. i think by the end we managed to get along though.

that means the dancestors are:

Jake Strider (dirkways) - Page of Heart (Prospit)

Jane Lalonde (roxyways) - Maid of Void (Prospit)

Roxy Crocker - Rouge of Life (Derse)

Dirk English - Prince of Hope (Derse)

here’s the descriptions we’ve gotten thus far!

i think that jake had shaggy, curly-ish black hair (think like..almost a mullet but not quite.) + orange eyes along with a black tank top and a pair of black baggy cargo pants. he wore fingerless gloves and had plenty of scars with triangle shades. he was pretty serious most of the time from my knowledge (although truly, he was kind of a dork lmao). regardless, it was kindaaa awkward when i first met him. he sometimes wore square glasses and had his ears pierced. i made a sprite edit of him if anyone is interested.

he loved robots. loved tinkering with them and everything. he also loved watching different types of movies.

jane had curly black hair that went a few inches past the nape of her neck + pink eyes. she wore a white short sleeve with a pink skirt and black gym shoes along with round glasses. she was hardworking and wanted the best for everyone.

roxy had super curly blonde hair + cyan eyes and wore an off the shoulder white long sleeve and a cyan skirt and fishnet tights. i feel like she had these chunky black boots too. she was very nice to everyone and had this positive vibe to her.

roxy told me that she skateboarded and baked a lot.

dirk had semi-curly blond hair + green eyes. he wore a green jacket and grey pants and had square glasses. he wore white gym shoes and had freckles. i think he might of had tattoos of some kind too? i don't remember much about him other than we had at least one conversation. he used some funny words i didn't understand that much but i still listened anyway.

he might of made a version of AR with the help of jake?

alpha trolls include:

Damara Makara - Witch of Rage

Rufioh Ampora - Rogue of Hope

Mituna Pyrope - Heir of Mind

Kankri Captor - Seer of Doom

Meulin Maryam - Mage of Space

Porrim Peixes - Maid of Life

Latula Zahhak - Knight of Void

Aranea Vantas - Sylph of Blood

Horuss Nitram - Page of Breath

Kurloz Megido - Prince of Time

Cronus Serket - Bard of Light

Meenah Leijon - Thief of Heart

(i’m assuming they dreamed the same as their dancestors? i dunno)

memories are here; stuff will be added later.

KIDS

my memories/general things:

was giggling and making jokes with rose at some point. was a really sweet moment.

rose and i had a whole feelings talk at some point.

dave making up some silly raps as i made a beat. something about animals?

i have a very blurry memory of dirk talking to me at some point with all those funny words. i think we had a good conversation?

i helped terezi tinker with some stuff. i wore a pair of her goggles while helping her.

kanaya tried to show me how to sew at some point.

i remember blasting music in my headphones late at night.

bickering with eridan over pesterchum

karkat going ON about quadrants. that conversation felt like it was going on for hours.

john’s memories/general things:

he was fussing about his hair being too long but he didn’t want to cut it. i ended up cutting it for him.

talking to jane about movies and bonding over their sprites.

karkat trying to pester him for it only to be ignored. it became a running gag that he wouldn’t answer.

rose’s mems/general things

talking to roxy about each other’s cats

talking to kanaya about trolls and their society

staying up late with me talking about music

dave’s mems/general things

yea. i think that’s all. other things to note is that i am a minor, so just a fair warning. tried to pack in as much as i could, will update w/ more info as needed.

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neerasrealm · 3 years

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platonic ivan x reader. ft. am dhaegar. please. my soul needs it.

AYY this is based off a convo we had in pms. sorry this took so long HDFHSJ i just kept losing energy n stuff whoops. but anyway iVAN MY BOY!! i dont write about my ocs nearly enough lol. this is set in the future au i guess? idk its a few months after zalgo gets yeeted into a coma and his brother Am has finally decided to stop sulking in the void. and also Ivan is his pet cat

It’s...such a big house. Bigger than you thought it’d be. When they told you they were going to live somewhere among humans, you thought they’d try something...subtle. Simple. Quaint. But no, apparently their idea of ‘’blending in with normal people’’ is a gigantic, upperclass house in New Orleans. It’s so….fancy. It makes you feel guilty for only bringing a basket of cheap store-bought muffins as a housewarming present. Should you have brought champagne? Do- do they even drink champagne...?

You open the metal gate and walk down the garden path. It’s all so...rich...and white. You stop on the porch and grab the fancy door knocker. When that doesn’t get a response, you look around for a doorbell. Oh! Okay- you ring the bell and step back a bit. There’s some muffled thumps from inside, and a silhouette appears in the glazed glass of the door and then-

‘’y/n!’’ the door swings open and someone reaches out, yanking you inside. You’re hugged tight against a strong, cold body. You hear the door shut behind you. If anyone was watching you from outside, they’d probably assume they just witnessed the last moments before your murder. But no, you’re not going to be killed, even though the hug you’re stuck in feels like it.

‘’Ivan- Ivan, buddy, you’re crushing me-’’ you grunt out. You’re dropped and you shift your muffin basket in your arms. Yeah no being hugged with a muffin basket in between you isn’t good, don’t recommend. Thankfully there’s plastic over the muffins, so they’re fine. Mostly. You look up at your friend, Ivan. from the name you’d be expecting some burly russian stereotype, but no. Because stereotypes aren’t funny 90% of the time.

Ivan is tall and strong, yes, but- well- he’s not...human. He’s a demon. Specifically, a demon made of ice cream. Yeah you heard me. His hair, if you could call it that, is just some drips that hang over the top of his head like hair, covered with pink and green sauce and random sprinkles. His ‘skin’ is coloured cream and pink, with the occasional splatter of chocolate. His hands are the same, but with the addition of claws. His legs are bent, like an animal’s, and he has a large tail that swishes behind him, topped with an ice cream scoop of all things. He’s wearing his usual pink button-up shirt and blue jeans. He grins at you with colorful gumdrop teeth, the cones on the top of his head tilting up as if they were ears. You soften and smile at him.

‘’It’s good to see you too, bud.’’ you murmur. You glance around the front hall. ‘’So...this is where you guys are living…?’’

‘’Uh-huh!’’ Ivan gives a nod and looks around. ‘’Pretty fancy, huh? Never thought I’d see a loser like me in a place like this…’’

‘’Yeah, your truck out front looks so out of place.’’

Ivan turns to you and glares at you. ‘’Hey! Be nice to Vanessa!’’ he growls. You laugh a bit.

‘’Sorry, sorry.’’ you reply quickly. Ivan loves his truck. He did live out of it for years after all, so you can’t really blame him. ‘’So...is she retired now?’’ you ask. He blinks.

‘’Heheh, no. She’s got fuel in her yet. I’m just gonna stop sleeping in her.’’ he shrugs and turns. ‘’C’mon, lemme show you around!’’ you follow after him quickly. The front hall is large, with doors to either side and one at the back besides the stairs. You follow Ivan through the door at the back and find yourself in a large room. To your left is the kitchen. It’s large and modern, with not one but two ovens stacked on top of each other, AND a kitchen island. Across the wall from you is a series of full-body windows that bask the room in light. There isn’t much else in the room- in fact, the only furniture is boxes, wooden stools and folding chairs. Actually looking closer- the boxes being used for tables are from Ikea. You look at Ivan.

‘’...where’s your stuff?’’

‘’Oh! We haven’t built the furniture yet.’’ Ivan chuckles. ‘’It’s fine! We’ll get to it soon.’’ he adds.

‘’...huh.’’ you reply. Ivan looks away from you and frowns. He pads away from you, the claws on his feet clicking against the tiles.

"Am! Am, y/n is here!" He calls. You hear thumping coming from another room and then a large, eldritch creature steps into the room. He's gigantic though you know he's not even at his full size. His body is covered in soft fur, save for his hands, feet and face, which are all made of ice. A collar of bright amethysts circles his neck. He has no mouth, just dozens of eyes. The biggest one, right in the centre of his head, is closed. He has a gigantic tail, spiked with sparkling gems, and a pair of wings that are just barely visible behind him..

"Y/n!" He exclaims in a deep, but surprisingly soothing voice. How he speaks with no mouth you have no idea but at this point you've given up on questioning that kind of thing. He walks towards you and crouches down, tugging you gently into a very careful hug against his chubby, fluffy body. You laugh a bit. Am is a lot more gentle, like a kind old grandpa. You pat his chest.

"Hey big guy." You greet. He chuckles a bit and moves away. You hold up your muffin basket. "Brought you a housewarming gift."

His eyes, at least some of them, widen. "Oh!" He reaches out and gently takes the basket in his big ol hands. "Thank you y/n, you shouldn't have." He murmurs. Ivan skitters over and grabs one, unwrapping it quickly and taking a bite.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." He parrots through a mouth full of muffin. Am pets his head affectionately.

"Yeah I did." You say with a smile. "It's a human custom. You are trying to learn to fit in with them after all." You add with a wink. Am looks surprised.

"Oh! Oh- well, alright then." He gives you a sheepish look. "Come, come, sit down. Can't leave you standing there." He gestures for you to follow him over to the other side of the room so you can sit down in one of the lawn chairs. Ivan runs after him, far quicker than necessary, and throws himself onto...a box. He lays down, curling up like a cat. Am pats his head as he walks past him and sits on the ground. You roll your eyes and go over to join them.

"So how're things back at the mansion?" Ivan asks as you sit down in a cheap blue lawn chair.

"It's alright. Crowded- since we got so many new people…" you chuckle a bit. "There's these two kids, Doby and Toby and I can't tell which one's which! They hang around each other constantly! And then you throw Cody into the mix and I have no idea who's who!"

Ivan laughs, his tail swishing. "Sounds rough," he takes the last bite of his muffin and crumples up the wrapper. "How're the kids?"

Ivan has always had a soft spot for children. Especially the ones in the mansion. "Sally is- well- Sally. She's still trying to keep everyone in high spirits. Slendra...she's become really mature honestly. She helps EJ in the medbay, she cooks meals, she cleans and gardens- she's a good kid...I think she's trying to help keep Slender from overworking himself."

Ivan smiles. "Awe. That's sweet."

"She's such a kind girl…" Am murmurs. You smile a bit. Slendra is technically his niece, and even though they barely know one another, the two seem to adore each other.

"Yeah, she is." You recline back in the chair. "So how's living together going?"

"Oh it's wonderful!" Am chirps. "All these years I watched over the human world but- living here is so much different!"

"He lost his goddamn mind when we went to ikea." Ivan says, looking at you. You laugh.

"Well- it's gigantic!" Am replies defensively.

"That's a lot coming from you, big guy." You say with a smirk. Am laughs.

"Fair, fair."

‘’So what’s your favorite thing so far? You’ve never like- done anything with humans before, right?’’ you cock a brow curiously at him. Am hums and squints a few of his many eyes. Ivan watches him curiously.

‘’Coffee?’’ he suggests. ‘’You drink a lot of it.’’ Am shakes his head. ‘’Cooking? You had a lot of fun doing that!’’

‘’No, no.’’ Am waves him off. He looks at Ivan for a long moment. ‘’...I think it’s you.’’

Ivan blinks. ‘’Me?’’

Am looks pleased with himself. He nods, then reaches over and gently pats Ivan’s head with one of his giant fingers. ‘’Yes. I think you’re my favorite.’’ he chuckles.

‘‘That’s a cop-out. He isn’t even human.’‘ you mutter.

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta hc #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #ivan tag #am dhaegar #writing #request #requests #writing requests #future au #<- kinda??#ask #frozensriracha

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theateared · 4 years

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You Can Stay if You Like. ❜

Summary: Sometimes, you can’t control what sticks with you.

He didn’t lie to her.

‘’Not nightmares. Memories.’’

The simple fact was that he didn’t need to have nightmares. Whenever those hazy recollections replayed themselves in his head, he was painfully aware of the fact that they did not belong to the fictional realm that most dreams did. Those fingernails that I found under the sink three weeks after the investigation were hers. The locks of hair I found stuffed in my pillow after two months of grieving were his. The pain I had to carry around for the rest of my life, even long after I murdered that motherfucker, was mine.

Edgar awoke with a startled jolt, his trip down memory lane cut short by consciousness’ clean blade. His heart thundered in his chest, arms reflexively tightening around his mate as he struggled to breathe. It wasn’t often that he awoke so suddenly. Most of the time, he suffered only a brief interval of disorientation before phasing into the real world naturally, a poignant sense of relief following neatly every time. It was different now; his hands were pawing desperately along his lover’s body, eager to feel all of her limbs in place.

The disturbance triggered her to wake up, struggling against his vice grip, and it made him panic, made him cling tighter. “H-Hey, what’s going on, what’s wrong?” She would have thrown an accusatory comment his way had he not been heaving for air, the hands all over her body unwarranted when she wasn’t awake to tell him what was acceptable and what wasn’t, but she quickly deduced that his hold had nothing to do with desire. It was as if she’d come in a box, like a wooden doll in need of constructing, and he was desperately trying to slot her pieces into place. She winced as his claws unwittingly sank into her arm, like dirt he was desperately scrabbling for purchase in. With a sharp gasp: “Eddie, you’re hurting me…!”

The words made him fall still, as if her voice alone had penetrated the noise with no effort at all. Though his arms remained around her like a snake, his claws retracted, traces of blood dim beneath his nails. Her soft flesh came into focus then, her familiar body sending a cold chill through him as he realised what he’d done.

“Oh… oh no…”

His arms loosened enough for her to turn around in his grip. She did so slowly, afraid to set him off, still confused as to what was actually happening. When her palms rested on his cheeks, she found that they were clammy and hot, as if a fever had chewed its way through his system overnight. Though she could barely make him out in the dark of the inn room, her sense of hearing was acute and touching him was enough.

“It’s alright…” she whispered quietly, brushing strands of hair out of his face. He shook his head quickly.

“I hurt you--”

“It’s alright,” she reassured, tone firm but patient. She wasn’t used to her Alpha displaying such openly distressed behaviour. He was the type to let his pain age like wine, to laugh it off until it ate him alive; to feel him clutching her so desperately, holding her close as if he expected her to slip through his fingers like sand, made her heart ache. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

He didn’t know what he could say that would illustrate his grief effectively enough. In a rushed tone: “I don’t… I just need to know you’re alright. All together.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, though she didn’t dwell on it. She didn’t have time to as he suddenly pushed himself out of the bed, feeling around in the dark for his clothes. Her ears perked as she heard the jagged end of his tail collide with the bed frame, then the dresser, futile fumbling apparent as he struggled to find anything of value. Eventually, he located his shirt, tucking it haphazardly over his arm before striding to the en-suite .

The knot in her stomach worsened, and after flicking the light on and sliding her underwear set into place, she approached the bathroom door and knocked quietly. When he didn’t reply, she took her chances and opened it, slowly revealing his form as she cracked it open further. She’d seen him naked quite a lot at this point, though she was always struck by how tall he was. Despite his eerie personality, he was perfectly proportionate, and the only thing that she hadn’t been expecting upon undressing him the first time was the myriad of scars that littered his upper body. They spanned along his arms like grass did a meadow, and his shoulder blades were home to two slightly-raised grooves-- as if he’d had wings in his past life.

You’ve put on weight while we’ve been together. I steadily convinced you to eat more, to stop sparing extra for everybody else in the vain hope that you could keep them all perfectly fed at all times.

He was fiddling with the water, body bent over the side of the bath in a manner that looked painful. She approached him warily, hands hovering momentarily before resting on his back and arm. It was as if he didn’t know she’d been there-- he jumped slightly when touched, tail making a dull fwap noise as it swatted sideways.

“Let me help, okay?” “I can run my own shower.”

Arguing wouldn’t have been good for either of them. Instead, she levelled him with a considerate look, slowly nodding before stepping forward to take over. Surprisingly, he followed her motion without complaint, standing aside while she messed with the temperature.

“Cold…” he rasped. “...I want it cold on my head.”

Her head bobbed with understanding, the heat turned down. She wouldn’t let him climb into a shower that resembled an ice bath, but he received his wish nonetheless. Eventually, the water resembled steady rainfall, chilly against her palm as she tested its warmth.

I still don’t know what’s wrong with you. You haven’t said a word about it.

She was distracted by Edgar clambering into the bath, hissing between his teeth when the cold water hit his skin. However, when he turned his head towards it, he let out an audible sigh of relief, eyes falling closed. The tremors slowly stopped, body soaked in a matter of seconds, his thick red hair flat against the side of his face and back. Had she not been so worried, she likely would have felt a spark of lust.

Hesitantly, she turned around to leave.

“You can stay if you like…” Edgar muttered, voice barely audible above the running water. A feeble smile shaped her lips as she slipped her undergarments off and climbed in with bated breath.

It was freezing in comparison to what she was used to, but when he tipped his head down to look at her, water clinging to his tall frame, she realised that she didn’t care. It doesn’t matter. I’m here for you. I wouldn’t care even if it gave me frostbite.

Though he’d made it explicitly clear that he could take care of himself, he didn’t stop her when he felt her hands on his body, his usual shower gel rubbed into his skin. He even raised his arms at one point, accommodating her thorough scrubbing without so much as a grumble. In truth, he was just relieved to see her before him like this. Feeling her hands on him had him sinking back to solid ground, hammering heart settling like a dead cicada in his chest, shrill screaming now long void.

You’re okay. You’re not going to wind up like Brielle. You’re not going to be a repeat of that horrible atrocity. I won’t allow it, and neither will you. The only man who posed a threat to you has already been dealt with. You saw me do it. And with my scent on you, nobody will dare to threaten you like that again. If they do, I’ll kill them too.

“Feeling good…?” she asked softly. Though he felt quite horrible, he nodded his head.

They didn’t speak for the rest of their shower. She washed his hair for him and he did the same for her wound. They shared a passionate kiss, one that he didn’t think would unravel the way it did until she’d pressed herself close, seeking out his comfort plainly. He simply hadn’t been able to let go of her, afraid that once he did she’d be gone for good. Eventually, they got out together, her teeth chattering as he wrapped her up in one of the inn’s fluffy white towels like a baby kitten, tying one loosely around his waist afterwards.

My head feels much clearer. I still feel heavy, but I don’t feel like I’m going to die.

When they were dry, they exited the bathroom in search of the rest of their clothes, dressing themselves properly before they sat beside one another on the bed. If there was one thing she had come to realise about Edgar, it was that he looked much different when he shed his suit jacket. In just a button-down shirt, sitting in bed beside her, she could have mistaken him for her husband.

I hope that I see you in just a button-down for aeons longer. I like this cushy private life.

“... thank you,” he said levelly, afraid to look at her. “And I am sorry for hurting you.”

He graced her with eye contact as she rose, seating herself in his lap. Warm flesh against his cheek prompted him to look up at her, the compassion in her eyes reaching his cold soul just right. He basked in her love like a cat did sunlight, stretching himself thin in search of more.

“You don’t need to apologise…” she whispered, fingers stroking gently. Wet hair was swept aside so that she could hold his face properly. “... did you have a nightmare?”

“A memory.”

The response was familiar but no less harrowing. Seeing his state all but half an hour ago, she knew that whatever had plagued him was horrendous, something that even his twisted little head had had trouble filing away.

What happened to you? What have you been keeping inside all of these aeons? Who were you?

Her thumb stroked tenderly against his cheekbone. “...a memory of what?”

The silence between them hung like a cloud. As she stared at him, looking for clues while he refused to say a word, images flashed in his head. It cut to him finding the letter; to him throwing up violently all over the kitchen floor; to him finding as many pieces of his dead loved ones as possible and surrounding himself with them, sobbing on the phone to the police as he rocked in a pile of disconnected limbs and vomit. He hadn’t even been able to explain himself to the dispatcher. He’d just wailed, and retched, and wailed some more. At some point, they must have gotten his address from him for he was surrounded by police tape and officers, and something in his head had snapped. He felt it go, in fact, like an elastic band finally being stretched past its limit. As the investigation unfolded, he went from one extreme to the other: anguished cries and profuse upchucking to void, staring into space even when an officer shone a torch directly in his eyes.

Sir. We need to speak with you. We understand this is stressful, but until we’ve checked all of our boxes, you’re a suspect too. We just need to ask you some questions.

“... I recalled the night I lost my wife and son,” he answered. “They were murdered. By some sick fuck. I was a target too, originally, but I got called into my office for an impromptu campaign pitch and…” He stopped, inhaling sharply. Though he had tucked his feelings for his previous life away in a neat little cubicle, discussing the ins and outs of his case brought back a dull pang of nausea. For a brief moment, he felt guilty for sitting there with another woman in his lap. Is this what it feels like to cheat? “... they were brutalised. Completely. Fucked. Tortured. Cut open. Dismembered. Dismembered so finely that I still found pieces of them around my house long after the dust had settled.”

“O-Oh, God…”

“He left me a letter, detailing all he’d done. Though there were a couple of lies in there, the majority of it was true. There were signs of a struggle; semen samples; tiny fragments of makeshift weapons still lodged in body parts; and they were able to determine very basic, approximate times of death based on decomposition of the located limbs. It checked out with what he said: he made my boy watch all the horrible things he was doing to his mother, and then he did most of them to him.” He shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. When he spoke, there was rage and heartbreak encased in the same voice: “Couldn’t even mercy-kill the poor kid…”

Grace had turned pale quite a while ago, nausea coiling up her throat like a snake. “... why?”

“Heh, well there’s the best part,” Edgar retorted bitterly, a hateful smile curling onto his face-- as if he was watching the person he hated the most burn alive right in front of him. There wasn’t a single trace of his usual flippancy in that sardonic curl of his lips. Even so, he approached the topic with a startling coldness, his explanations clinical and matter-of-fact-- as he was discussing somebody else’s tragedy. “You would think he’d have a pretty good reason to do that to a man’s wife and son, particularly when that son was a young child. But he did it to take things from me for my political beliefs.”

She was clearly stupefied by that. Her brow furrowed with equal amounts of confusion and hatred-- as if she couldn’t believe what he’d said.

Edgar scoffed quietly. “Mm. He took issue with my ‘’anarchist’’ stance.”

“What is ‘’anarchist?”

“Very basically, it’s somebody who believes in ‘’overthrowing’’ those in charge. Abolishing the systems that do not benefit you because you believe that they’re harmful.” When she slowly nodded, he continued: “... I was not an anarchist. I didn’t want to do stupid things like abolish the police force or overrule the High Court. I just wanted standard working people, like myself, to be paid a standard working wage, and I still don’t think that that was so evil. Huron almost had a civil war. I was alive then, and I had a foot in the door for political affairs. I wrote speeches for public figures. I helped build campaigns and advertised the desired party positively. I was originally anonymous, though as I became more coveted as a writer, I decided I wanted my name attached to my work. It was mine after all. By all accounts, I was an advocate for political virtue. But I disagreed with one thing. One thing.”

“The work thing…?” Grace asked quietly. Her heart was beating hard for reasons unknown. Her stomach was in knots-- as if she expected to come across a piece of information that upset everything inside of her at once, one that would send her rocketing to the en-suite and throwing up their dinner date in full.

“Mhm. I didn’t believe in people accepting their poor work conditions as irrefutable. I was for the strikes. I believed in staying away from work if it meant that people could get fair compensation. I stood behind their right to protest-- created slogans and art for them to print on billboards and signposts. Wrote speeches that detailed the desire for fair treatment in the workplace.” He realised that she didn’t really understand what he was talking about, and he decided to fill in the gaps for her. “That almost-civil war I mentioned was because of these unfair laws. It was the working class against the rich and powerful. Back then, it was perfectly acceptable to not pay an employee for their work, especially not if it was overtime. That in itself would have been fine had overtime been optional, but the corporate bosses were legally allowed to use their ‘’discretion’’ in order to determine who worked extra for nothing and for how long. I was a particular favourite because of my brain and my work ethic. I was promised money for my efforts, and at the time I obliged, thinking I could save it for my family, but I didn’t receive a penny of it. By the time I found out that I never would, it was too late. I’d already worked those weeks. I’d already sold them my free time, for no profit. I’d already promised my son a birthday gift that I could no longer afford to get him. So yes, I did agree that the law required some amendments. I agreed with people protesting. I even attended a few myself, made some public speeches, and was publicly smeared for doing so, but I didn’t care and kept going. All until this man decided, ‘You know what, FUCK this man, if he thinks that wages are so important then he doesn’t know what he’s got!’. I knew. I did everything for them-- the protests, the late shifts, the birthday gifts-- everything. I believed in change because of them, too. They kept me sane. They kept me grounded. Whenever I felt like I was spiralling out of control, they would be there to set me straight. I loved my wife more than words could express, and Augustus… Gods, I adored him. Still do. I can let go of my wife but I can’t let go of him, even now.”

She stared at him-- through him-- without a word to offer him. What could she say after all she’d been told? An apology would only fizzle out like infatuation. It was an empty word after all he’d endured.

Dear God… what do I do? My mind is reeling.

His hand distracted her from her stunned state, his cool skin nursing her pale complexion as he cupped it easily. He’d always been so much bigger than her in every sense of the word; his tall frame dwarfed hers completely, and his mind was so much more expansive than she had ever thought possible. She fancied herself as a clever woman, as somebody who knew what she was talking about more often than she didn’t, but she knew that she was nowhere close to where his intellect sat. Even so, he’d barely ever weaponised it. Whenever she’d asked him a question, he’d answered it; whenever she hadn’t been able to understand something he’d said, he rephrased it in words she could grasp without even being asked. She wasn’t dumb, she just wasn’t Edgar Strahv, and he made her feel okay with that.

“... but that isn’t the reason I awoke so troubled,” the Alpha murmured softly. “I’ve moved on with my life. My past life doesn’t haunt me. The bad revisits me on occasion, and it all crops up every so often, but it doesn’t plague my every thought. I’m a different person now. But I can’t stand seeing those things again because I don’t want to associate you with them. I don’t want you to be my deceased mate, the woman who was murdered because her lover was too busy for her. I see you now when those memories resurface. You’ve replaced Brielle. You occupy the space she once filled - and as such, you occupy her role in my dreams, too. I find pieces of you strewn around my tavern like confetti, and I cry. I cry a lot.”

Despite the severity of his confession, she couldn’t help but flush slightly. Though she knew it was cruel of her, she wouldn’t deny that she wanted to feel special to him. She didn’t want him to cling to his long-dead wife; didn’t want him to never let her into his heart fully because it was taken by somebody that he could never return to.

“... this is why you hover so much,” she mumbled softly.

“Yes,” he replied, thumb tenderly stroking along her cheekbone. “It’s also why I apologise for my duties so often. I fear you being left alone. I fear the day that I become busy with a task that costs your life. If I hadn’t gone into the office that night for some worthless political movement…” He cut himself off, teeth grit, a frustrated grimace replacing his typical smile. “... I would have either been able to stop it, or I’d have died with them. My life would’ve either continued as it should have or it would have ended as it should have. I wouldn’t have had to take justice into my own hands. I wouldn’t have tried to fill the empty space with worthless women. I wouldn’t have travelled the path I did.”

A lot of what he’d done was unspoken, and as long as he didn’t want to discuss it, she wouldn’t ask. Not only did she feel that it wasn’t her right to know, she didn’t want to be the reason that he was forced to relive all of those vile memories. She could only imagine how painful it was deep inside, like a wound that could never be sealed shut. Though he claimed he had moved on, she was suspicious of that.

“... I wasn’t a ‘bad person’ until all of that happened. Then I lost my way. And I refuse to lose myself again. If I lose you, Grace, it’s game over. I… can’t, do all of that again. And I don’t want to.” He smiled a strange smile, his other hand settling on her cheek and pulling her closer to him with a firmness that didn’t match the sincerity of the scene. A stuttered gasp caught in her throat, their noses touching delicately. “... so don’t. Die.” It almost felt like a threat, her head nodding slightly in agreement before he loosened his hold somewhat. “Or at least, if you’re going to, let me know. We can arrange it together.”

Before she could comprehend it, she had thrown her arms around his neck. She clutched him to her as if she was scared of him vanishing altogether-- as if he’d promised to commit suicide by dawn. Fiercely, she buried her face into his neck, seeking out his mate mark in the dark. Lips brushed against it softly, provoking a shiver, hands flitting to her waist as she held him tightly.

“We’re not going to die,” she whispered furiously, holding him close. “Not you or me. We’re going to be happy here together for as long as we like. Screw what you’re “supposed” to do ‘’as a hybrid’’. Gods can’t stop people who love each other from being together.”

He chuckled at that, something about the words tickling him. She almost sounded childish, though he knew that her indignation was nothing to scoff at. He’d fallen in love with that brazen side of her almost as immediately as he had her face.

I can’t see that die. Not ever.

His arms tightened around her, holding her in his lap defensively. He’d sit there like that for the rest of his days if it meant keeping her sheltered from the world. She’d already seen so much darkness… he didn’t need more looming over her.

“No,” he agreed, voice placative as he stroked through her hair. “No they can’t.”

#🞮 — if i could i'd trade my heart for a second brain. ❜ ( edgar. )#🞮 — that vixen﹐she's a master of disguise! ❜ ( grace. )#☆ — i never promised you your dream boy. ❜ ( main. )#☆ — i'm just here to destroy. ❜ ( ic. )#drabble *#/ hoooooooHOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH

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ghost-town-story · 4 years

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FebruarOC Day 28: ....

(So Selo and I have this thing where I’ll send her a random sentence or two with no context and she goes from there and I’ve wanted to write a sequel to this since she sent it to me. Therefore, since I’m in a shitpost mood, Imma finally do that lol. Enjoy)

Original quote: "Nothing's ever going to be okay again," he wanted to say, but all that came out was sobs that wracked his body.

Selo’s version:

"Nothing's ever going to be okay again," he wanted to say, but all that came out was sobs that wracked his body. Aiden sat on the porch, knees pulled into his chest. A tall stack of papers sat beside him.

"What happened?" Will asked after a slight pause, walking to him from his car. Aiden was weird, and Will hated talking to him, but James wouldn't be home for a few hours and Aiden was like a scared, furious puppy with ADD.

"Gone," Aiden managed to say to him between hiccuped sobs.

"What's gone? What happened?" Will hurried to his side. Aiden buried his head in his knees.

"I just-- gonna-- die," Will made out as Aiden struggled to explain. Will looked at the grocery bags and sighed. No way would he be able to put the ice cream away before it melted now.

"Whose gonna die, Aiden?" Will asked, lightly patting Aiden's shoulder.

"Nothing," Aiden cried.

"Then why are you crying? Why did you say something is gonna die?" Will ran through the classic questions James had rehearsed with him. 'No vague questions or Aiden spirals,' Will remembered. 'In case of emergencies, feed him cold medicine. He thinks it gives him temporary telepathy and then he falls asleep.'

"Nothing is gonna die!" Aiden continued, voice tinged with the madness only brought on by his unique brand of paranoia. Will sighed. His ice cream was not worth this.

"Look, I can't help you if you don't explain." Will began to gather his things.

"No, Nothing," Aiden urged, gesturing to the stack of papers featuring a black and white photo of an overly fluffy cat. "Nothing went missing." Will closed his eyes. He sighed until he felt he'd been entirely voided of oxygen, until he felt his sanity crumble into dust.

"Nothing is your cat." Will ran through several scenarios in which he never went to James's house and never spoke to Aiden in his head. He could have driven straight home. He could have stayed at the grocery store. He could have called that girl Amy and met at her place. He could've gotten a coffee. He could have drove himself to the hospital and requested a lobotomy.

Aiden nodded tearfully and admired one of the Missing Posters. "I love him so much," he whispered. "He's all I have."

"What about James, Aiden?"

"...I guess," Aiden admitted reluctantly.

"How did this happen?" Will asked, wanting to be anywhere but here.

"It all began when I first got Nothing," Aiden began.

"Fuck off, how did you lose Nothing?" Will specified, frustrated.

"Well, this morning I was taking a shower. Well, I wasn't taking a shower so much as standing in the bathroom. Actually it was more like sitting in the bathroom across from the shower. You know what? I was just watching James take a shower." Will felt his soul die. Was this hell? Had he died driving home and been sent to hell?

"Go on."

"I got a little distracted, cause... you know. I mean, you're his twin so you know how rockin your bods are."

"Stop."

"So anyway I go downstairs all happy and stuff, and I decide to make James breakfast, like as a tip for the show."

"Oh my God."

"Well, I go out to the garden to get some basil for the omelet, and I left the door open, so the last thing I see is my baby Nothing darting off to the Neighbor's house. I try to catch him but by the time I get there Nothing is gone and my Neighbor is shouting at me that 'this is a public neighborhood' and to 'put my clothes on' god."

"So you left the door open and Nothing got out."

"Essentially yeah. Will you help me look for him?"

And the sequel:

As the sun sank lower and lower in the sky, Will debated just dosing Aiden to finally quiet his insane ramblings, or going to the hospital to get that lobotomy, or both. It was only the thought that James would be back soon that kept Will relatively sane, because then he could dump Aiden on his brother and wash his hands of this whole damn mess.

Aiden was teary-eyed as they met up again, still no sign of Nothing the cat.

“Look,” Will started, trying to avoid giving Aiden a chance to start sobbing again. “James will be home soon. Let’s just, go inside and wait for him. Once he’s back then we can figure out another plan to find Nothing.”

Read: Will was going to drop this mess like a hot potato.

“Okay,” Aiden sniffed, letting Will drag him up the front path and through the front door.

“Go… wash up or something.” Will shoved Aiden further into the house and sighed. His ice cream wasn’t worth this. His poor, innocent ice cream…

Will was pulled out of his mourning by the door clicking open.

“Hello darling!” James called into the house before seeing Will. “Oh! You’re still here Will.”

“No shit,” Will hissed. “You wouldn’t let me just ditch him, so I had to wait for you to come home—what the hell are you holding?”

“A surprise,” James said in a sing-song voice, struggling to close the door with his hands still behind his back.

“Jesus fuck—”

“James!” Aiden hurtled down the stairs and attacked James. “Nothing’s still missing,” he wailed.

“I know darling.” James kissed the top of his head. “Can you let go though? I have a surprise for you.”

Aiden sniffled, but did as James asked.

James revealed a cat from behind his back. Specifically, the fluffiest goddamned cat Will had ever seen. Will glanced at the Missing Posters sitting on a nearby table.

“Nothing!” Aiden squealed, snatching the cat from James’s arms.

“You’ve had Nothing.”

“Yup! Silly thing ended up wandering into work, so I figured I’d surprise Aiden when I got home.”

Will was about three seconds away from slapping his brother. Or maybe murder. His ice cream was worth fratricide.

“How long have you known Nothing wasn’t dead or missing?”

“Oh, not long after I asked you to help Aiden.” James was still bubbly and cheerful.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“See, I could have, but I wanted to surprise Aiden, so I needed somebody to take care of him for me till I could come home.”

Will walked up to his twin and shoved his finger into his chest. “You owe me ice cream.” That wasn’t quite what he’d meant to come out of his mouth.

James laughed. “I could make you dinner,” he offered with a wink.

“I—”

Will wanted away from this shitshow as fast as possible. Aiden was still clutching Nothing to his chest, whispering what sounded like sexual innuendos to the cat. The only thing stopping Will from saving the cat from its fate was the fact that the cat didn’t seem to mind Aiden’s tight grip. In fact, the cat just looked bored and resigned.

You’re used to this craziness, Will thought, narrowing his eyes at the cat.

“You owe me ice cream.”

“Or dinner?” James raised his eyebrow.

“Ice cream. Nothing less.” Will whirled around and stalked out the door.

“Let me know when you’re coming by next, and I’ll have your ice cream for you,” James called. “And thanks Will!”

Will spun around and flipped James off. “Fuck you!”

#writing #in which i write #februaroc #februaroc 2020 #... i will not apologize i am very in the mood to write crack fics rn #this is in no way typical for my characters but i'll take selo's interpretation and run with it here lol #(funnily enough. the original quote is actually said by aiden to james in astral lol)

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Moon Rise: Chapter 27

Swiftcloud awoke with a start. Blue eyes flew open in a flash, and ears pinned back against her head. Her chest heaved with effort as she tried to catch her breath, calming herself down slowly but surely. The battle from the day before had triggered another nightmare. The third in the past moon. Last night she had dreamed of a battle, one far more brutal and bloody than any she'd been in before. The reek of the Thunder Path stung her nostrils, despite not having visited the location in moons. She could still taste the metallic tang of blood even though she knew none touched her tongue now. Perhaps that was left over from yesterday's scuffle, but then again, the amount she'd felt she swallowed was in a far greater quantity. Something else from Swiftcloud's dream stuck out to her, even now as she lay awake in her nest. Beyond where she had stood, looming over an enemy warrior, a sight had caught her attention. The haunting image of wide, hollow eyes was seared into her memory. She could not tell who they belonged to, but Swiftcloud felt a strong familiarity when she had looked into them. This cat was someone she cared about, someone important. Yet for the life of her she could not figure out who it was. Swiftcloud preferred it that way. For a few more heartbeats she lay motionless in her wool and bracken nest, willing the frightful thoughts to the back of her mind. Once she had settled, Swiftcloud rose to her paws, feeling an ache in her bones and a sharp pain in her shoulder. Right, she had been injured in yesterday's fight. A groan managed to escape her throat as she turned her head to sniff at her wound. The webbing which had been patched onto it seemed to be holding up, although Swiftcloud had no doubt that she would need it changed by the time evening rolled around. Still, it wasn't of any concern. She could get along fine through the day without much worry. The only thing she need worry about now was the loud grumble of her empty belly. Swiftcloud padded slowly out of the boulder which made up the warrior's den, into the half light of a brand new morning. It was barely past dawn, the clearing was mostly void of cats at this time. Most had gone off on hunting and border patrols, while the rest still slept soundly in their dens. Among the remaining cats in camp were Whitestar and her family who were spending time by the Tall Stone, their typical hangout spot. Thornkit and Lightkit bounced around the giant boulder, chasing after a little white butterfly which fluttered circles around the pair. It seemed as if it were playing with them by the way it stuck around, yet barely out of the kittens' reach. Whitestar and Tigerfang watched on with amusement, tails twined, tips swaying lightly. Thornkit let out a squeak as Lightkit pounced on top of him, using her brother as a platform to jump higher in the air to swipe at the bug. Swiftcloud shook her head slowly, chuckling to herself as she stopped by the fresh-kill pile. The sight of happy kits managed to melt away the anxiety which had taken hold of her since waking. Carefully, Swiftcloud picked her way through the remains of the pile, choosing a leftover mole from the last hunt of the previous night. She picked the little morsel up and dropped it at her paws, laying down with it to take the first long awaited bite.

"Hey, Swiftcloud?" Called a familiar voice. Swiftcloud looked up from her mole, raising her head to address the medicine cat apprentice. She swallowed down the bite she had taken from her breakfast, swiping her pink tongue around her lips.

"Yes, Mistypaw?"

Mistypaw blinked at her, glancing away bashfully. "Would you come with me to gather herbs?" She asked, voice meek.

"I'd love to, but isn't that a Collector's job? Why not ask Frostfeather to go with you, I'm sure she'd be happy to help." Mistypaw lowered her head shyly. She rolled around a pebble which lay beneath her paw, as if doing so were comforting as she replied.

"She's still asleep. And....I was hoping we could get the chance to talk," she confessed. "Away from the clan. It's been a while since we've gone out together. We can hunt on the way back, if that makes you feel better about coming." Swiftcloud thought for a heartbeat, dipping her head to take another irresistible bite of her breakfast.

"Alright, I'll go with you. Just let me finish my fresh-kill first." Mistypaw gave an enthusiastic nod, settling by Swiftcloud's side with legs tucked beneath her. She groomed the white and black patched molly as she patiently waited for her to finish eating. When the mole was nothing more than bones and fur, the leftovers were discarded, and the two she-cats went on their way herb picking. There was a silence between the pair for a while as they searched through the meadow grass. Burdock, comfrey, feverfew, watermint, tansy, and thyme were on the list of herbs to find today. Greenleaf had been hot and dry, making scavenging a little harder. Leaf-fall also did not help matters much, already killing off a lot of the meadow's foliage. But luckily, Mistypaw was well informed of the best places to look first.

"So what did you need to talk about?" Swiftcloud finally plucked up the courage to ask, glancing at Mistypaw as they padded along.

"Well...I've been very anxious lately. I'm very worried for my mom," Mistypaw confessed, ears lowering slightly. He eyes trailed along the grass in front of them, searching for watermint along the riverbank.

"You mean Jaybird?"

Mistypaw nodded her broad head, leading them closer to shore. "The kits are a moon overdue and I'm afraid something may be wrong."

"Maybe its just from stress? We're all pretty worried now that we're at war with Treeclan."

"Perhaps." Mistypaw sighed, "But Cricketsong had her litter last night, and she didn't find out she was expecting until half a moon after my mom was told she was having kits of her own. It just seems so odd that Cricketsong would kit first."

Swiftcloud blinked, surprised. "Cricketsong had her kits?"

Mistypaw gave her a weird look. "Yeah. Three toms and two mollies. I can't believe you didn't know! She was shrieking louder than a dying fox through the whole kitting."

Swiftcloud twitched her whiskers, focusing her gaze on the ground beneath her paws. "I must have been sleeping heavier than I realized. I was really tired after the battle yesterday."

"Yeah, I can understand. From what I heard you fought pretty hard."

"I did my best, I guess. Not enough to win the war though. I probably could have done better."

"Aw, I don't think you have much to worry about. You should have more faith in your abilities."

Swiftcloud rolled her eyes, "Why? I think I've got plenty of right to worry. The clan is in danger. And I'm nothing more than a spy, and a hunter. How much use can I be?"

Mistypaw swung her head around to look at Swiftcloud, green eyes twinkling with admiration, and a peculiar twinge of hope. "Oh, Swiftcloud. You are so much more important than you know."

Swiftcloud paused her stride, turning her full attention to the other molly. "How can you be so sure?"

"Well..." Mistypaw seemed hesitant to speak, like she knew something but was not allowed to say. "I'm a medicine cat. It's my job to know." She stayed straight faced as she spoke, but a gleam in her pale green eyes revealed some hidden knowing. Swiftcloud eyed her suspiciously, but Mistypaw held her ground. She flicked her ear, prompting the white and black patched warrior to follow her forward.

"If you say so. Thanks for the confidence in me, Misty. You're a good friend." Mistypaw seemed to tense slightly at the word "friend", as if she did not like the sound. Swiftcloud caught onto it but was unsure of what to say in response. Was she was supposed to be sorry that she saw Mistypaw as her close friend? Or did Mistypaw hope that they were more? How would she even go about finding such things out, Swiftcloud wondered. And how would she handle it if she found out that their relationship in fact could be more? A loud chorus of howls broke the silence between them, causing Swiftcloud to freeze in place once again. It was not far from here that she and Shadowfang had been attacked by a fox two moons ago. Hearing the sound of predators nearby the same location made the white and black patched molly that much more anxious.

"What's that sound..?" She whispered, fur prickling. Mistypaw perked her ears, shutting her eyes to have a better listen.

"Those are wolves." She blinked open her eyes. "They aren't anywhere nearby now, even if they sound like it. A whole pack can make themselves appear much closer than they actually are, when howling in unison like that."

"How do you know about them?" Swiftcloud questioned.

"Goldensong told me. Leafbare is the time when they migrate from the mountains to the hills and meadow in search of better hunting. But they never come close to the clan. I suppose Leaf-fall is when they begin their journey here."

Swiftcloud swallowed down a lump which had formed in her throat. "Are you sure they won't bother us?" She fretted, needing the reassurance. Mistypaw nodded, bringing herself close to the other molly to press her fluffy body into hers.

"Yes. Clan cats are too much trouble for wolves to consider hunting. One would have to be pretty desperate to come close to a clan. Still, when we return to camp we should probably report this to Whitestar. Just to be safe."

Swiftcloud nodded slightly. "Y-yeah.... Maybe we should just collect those herbs now and head back home. I'll go hunting with Shadowfang later. I'd rather not be out here too long, even if those wolves aren't coming near us."

Mistypaw let out a soft chuckle, rubbing her cheek against Swiftcloud's with a purr. "Whatever you are most comfortable with. Let's keep moving."

***

A familiar scene unfolded as Swiftcloud made her way back through the bramble barrier, Mistypaw at her heels. Cats gathered around the nursery which echoed with the agonizing wails of a kitting she-cat. Sounds like Jaybird! Swiftcloud and Mistypaw looked at one another before the light silver she-cat passed on her herbs, darting into the crowd and shouldering her way past their clanmates. She disappeared beneath the honeysuckle bush with a quickness, her form swallowed up by the branches and crowd in the blink of an eye. Swiftcloud trotted over to the medicine den, slipping inside to drop off the bundles she carried into a corner for the healer to find later. Then she reemerged, taking herself to the nursery, maneuvering past cats to make her way to the front. She seated herself beside the new mother, Cricketsong. Her light tabby face was twisted with worry, tail tip twitching with nervousness. A glance at her belly revealed flab where plumpness used to be. She really must have kitted last night. Perhaps that was why Cricketsong seemed so anxious now? She was being kept away from her newborns so the cats inside would have room. But Swiftcloud didn't want to make assumptions. And she was awfully curious about what was going on.

"What's wrong, Cricketsong?" Swiftcloud decided to ask.

"This is Jaybird's first kitting. She has never had to deal with such awful pain, she's only watched. But she insisted that she carry her kits this time, rather than adopt again," Cricketsong mewed in response. First kitting? Did that mean Mistypaw, Rabbitstorm, and Frostfeather weren't biologically related to the queen? But they looked so much like her, how was it possible that they weren't actually kin? Swiftcloud gave her pelt a shake, mentally chiding herself for thinking this discovery to be so wrong. They were still a family, related or not. Jaybird had devoted her life to raising those cats. They were as much her babies as the ones she was having right now. "But there's something wrong, I know there is!" the queen piped again, whiskers trembling. Cowpatch made his way through the crowd to sit by her other side, comforting her as she went on to mew more woes. The sharp scent of blood struck Swiftcloud's nose, causing the fur along her shoulders to rise. Was Jaybird bleeding? Was she alright? Were the kits alright? Swiftcloud wanted to see what was going on, inchworming her way closer to the entrance of the nursery. Ambereye stood as still as a stone in front of it; the only signs of her being real was the lifting of her tail to deny the warrior entry, and the rapid heaving of her sleek amber sides. She was hyperventilating, appearing more terrified than a rabbit being chased across the fields. Her fearscent blended with the other smells emanating from the nursery- herbs, milk, bodily fluids, blood-making a powerful concoction of odor. Swiftcloud had to resist the urge to pull away, her curiosity and worry keeping her firmly planted in place. She narrowed her eyes, trying to get a good view of the scene inside. Within the nursery's depts lay a flailing silver tabby shape. Jaybird's teeth were clamped tight around a stick her hind legs splayed outward, back claws extended as far as they could reach. Goldensong and Mistypaw sat by the queen's rear. Mistypaw's thick paws ran along the pregnant molly's flank as if turning and guiding something forward. Goldensong watched Jaybird's rear attentively as a shape made its way into the wool. Meanwhile, Snowfrost sat by Jaybird's head, her plumed tail brushing against her sister's muzzle. Jaybird seemed to find comfort in this, lifting her chin to nuzzle into the soft silver and white faded fur. Much to Swiftcloud's surprise, Snowfrost wasn't doing much to help at all except keeping Jaybird calm. She didn't so much as flex a claw to touch the herbs laying by the queen's nose. Swiftcloud guessed she must eat those in order to save herself and her kits. But why wasn't Snowfrost doing anything? The silver lynx point molly's gaze seemed fixed upon the other two medicine cats. For a few heartbeats her eyes were soft, glowing with pride as they rested on Mistypaw. But as her icy blue orbs traveled onto Goldensong they held more negative emotions. Neither of her denmates seemed to take notice, however, far too busy in their work. Goldensong busied herself furiously licking a pair of slimy looking bundles while Mistypaw took cobwebs and moss to dab away the blood seeping from Jaybird's rear. The apprentice's muzzle was distorted into a twisted expression of concern and determination.

"Come on, mama, just one more push!" She encouraged. Goldensong abandoned the task she was handling to nose the stick out from Jaybird's jaws. She shouldered Snowfrost aside, pushing the herbs laying in the nest closer to her patient. She picked up the leaves and other medicines with her claws, pushing them into Jaybird's mouth. Goldensong helped her to chew. Jaybird's nose wrinkled in disgust; she looked about ready to spit the herbs back out. But Goldensong prevented her from doing so, talking her through it.

"You need those herbs, you've lost a lot of blood," she told her. "You need them to keep strong. So that you can be with your kits, and nurse them. You're doing great, just stay with us, Jaybird, alright?" Jaybird let out a whine but nodded weakly, tears pooling at the edges of her pretty blue eyes. She swallowed down the herbs harshly, parting her jaws to pant. Goldensong returned to her post, allowing Snowfrost to move back over to her sister's head. Snowfrost once again leered at the other medicine cat before turning her head to look down at Jaybird. Jaybird pushed her head against Snowfrost's thigh, crying and wailing out as a spasm rippled across her body. Snowfrost bent around to press her forehead against her sister's in an act of love Swiftcloud had never seen her do before.

"Congratulations. You have four healthy-and rather large-kits. Three mollykits and a tom!" Mistypaw trilled once Jaybird has squeezed out the last slimy kit. The apprentice's green eyes were lit up with exhilaration and Snowfrost rose to her paws to stand by her side. The lynx point molly pressed herself into her fluffy niece's flank, purring so loud even Swiftcloud could hear.

"Did you see how well she did, Goldensong?" Snowfrost praised. Goldensong nodded as she placed Jaybird's new litter by the exhausted queen's belly to suckle.

"She handled it like a true medicine cat. Not many apprentices could handle the stress of assisting two queens through their kittings in such a short time."

Snowfrost swished her tail in delight. "You are very right about that. You know what? I believe Mistypaw is about ready to earn her name." Goldensong stiffened for a heartbeat, leering at her old mentor.

"Perhaps so." Goldensong took another moment to pause. "It wouldn't hurt to give her another moon or two of training. However, I wouldn't want to tease an apprentice with the promise of earning their full name and not follow through." Mistypaw's face lit up. Snowfrost scowled at Goldensong's remark, as if the comment was offensive in some way, or perhaps like a personal attack. Goldensong shot her back a look which tempted her to make a spiteful remark. Goldensong may be a medicine cat, but she wasn't afraid to get in a verbal fight. Snowfrost dismissed herself from the makings of the feud, returning to her sister. She laid down by her side, tucking her legs beneath her. Her narrow head moved to brush against Jaybird's cheek.

"You did wonderful, Jayjay," she whispered. "Your kits are very lovely."

Jaybird smiled weakly, eyes half lidded with exhaustion. "Thank you, Snow," she rasped, voice hardly louder than her littermate's. "I think...I think I may name one of them after our mother."

Snowfrost purred, rasping her tongue over her sister's forehead. "I'm sure she would love that."

"I will give another...the name I had chosen for the kit I never got to raise. It would be a shame to let it go to waste." Snowfrost froze, pulling away slowly. Her loving gaze dissolved into one of pain, and another emotion Swiftcloud could not pin down. Anger, perhaps? Resentment? But why would Snowfrost feel that way? It hadn't even been her kit. It was the fourth from Mistypaw's litter; perhaps the feelings were due to the fact that the kitten had mysteriously disappeared? Swiftcloud shook off the thought. It wasn't her business to know. Still, she couldn't shake the new feeling that had began to gnaw at her belly. Like something was wrong.

"That would be nice, too," Snowfrost managed to choke out. At once, she pulled away altogether, rising to her paws. "I will come check on you again in a little while, with a fresh wad of herbs. Let Ashwhisker know if you feel yourself beginning to bleed again, or if you are in any pain." Jaybird nodded slightly.

"Yes, I will. Thank you again, Snowfrost." And with that, Snowfrost turned and stalked out of the nursery. Swiftcloud stepped back to allow the medicine cat through, while Snowfrost basically pushed Ambereye out of the way to get past. The stiff bodied warrior let out a hiss as she regained her balance.

"Watch it!" She growled as she whipped around.

"Your kits are here. You may go in and see them now." Snowfrost's voice came out sounding more hollow than it probably should. She didn't seem to care that she'd basically knocked the warrior over. Yet Ambereye seemed to get over her annoyance quickly. Upon the healer's word she turned and slipped into the nursery, no doubt to be at her mate's side. Meanwhile, Snowfrost skulked past, head lowered slightly. As cats began to walk away from the nursery, they shot her glares, ones of which Swiftcloud could only guess were looks of mistrust. Why cats would look at Snowfrost that way, Swiftcloud did not know. Perhaps she was misreading them. Or perhaps the clan really did not trust Snowfrost as much as she'd initially thought. Still, it was peculiar. Swiftcloud too found herself turning to leave, brushing past a few cats who had been kept away from the nursery. Rosebloom and her litter padded back to their den, ducking under the honeysuckle bush to settle down for an afternoon nap. A trio of high pitch noises came from the direction, and Swiftcloud could only assume it was Thistlekit, Seedkit, and Pansykit squealing at the sight of their new denmates. No doubt the seven of them would have fun playing together when Jaybird's litter grew big enough. Just the thought alone brought a warmth to Swiftcloud's heart. Even in such a difficult time of war and loss, life renewed. The birth of kits promised a new future. Perhaps one without such violence.

#warrior cats #warrior cat ocs #wc ocs #Signs of the Moon #Signs of the Moon: Moon Rise #Chapter 27

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galvatronsthighs · 5 years

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Based off @allsoundwavesarebeautiful‘s concept. I have never lived on/seen a college dorm before and it shows, and also no attempt at giving them ‘human names’ so meh. Also spurred on by an idea from @werdbytes

“FUCK” he hissed.

There was a dull thud and a splash followed by hurried footsteps as a panicked student dived across the room, scrambling to retrieve books and notes from the rapidly dampening floor, paper crunched as he messily clutched the prized results of many, many late nights to his chest. Gasping breaths turned into a relieved sigh as most of the messed up papers at least felt dry against his baggy hoodie. With a grunt, he tried to muster as much anger and annoyance he could into a glare at the cause.

On his desk sat a preposterously fluffy cat, it’s amber eyes were vivid enough he almost thought them to be red on more than one occasion, it’s fur long and messy but incredibly dark yet when the light hit it he could swear it seemed purple. Some light grey accents seemed to stripe it’s rear, tail and form a peculiar trident mark on its head, only contrasted by its bright pink nose. A thoroughly bizarre cat. Cyclonus hated it half the time.

The blasted thing was feral and seemed to loathe everything which only sucked even more as his dorm didn’t allow pets and as if his courses and lessons weren’t stressful enough he came home to an afternoon of keeping this fluffy piece of shit under control. He’d given up on taming the bastard thing it never listened. Yet, he also liked it for that reason he guessed, A little wild and free thing that was there, by him. He’d talk to it at length about what he’s doing and writing and it made him feel less alone. Also helped him pick out errors in his own work and his bored, overworked mind often liked to imagine the meows it made were some sort of conversation happening between the two. But. And that was a big one. He couldn’t leave this feral monstrosity alone. He found it in a dingy alley he’d ducked through to cut time off his journey and there it was, howling like a banshee the moment it saw him but he didn’t blame it, seemed it had gotten its leg caught in some trap and had been injured and with the aid of a towel over the head he’d gotten the fussy creature back to his dorm. There he’d nursed it back to health, really he should’ve taken it to some animal welfare agency but a streak of embarrassment combined with the nervous, paranoid voice whispering that they’ll ‘totally’ not believe him when he says he just ‘found it’ and he’d get slapped with a fine and some sort of animal keeping ban. Not that Cyclonus had planned on keeping any animals anyway, he just didn’t want any marks against his name.

At least he had a reason, unlike that damn Rodimus guy a few doors down. He just had that flaming bear of a mutt with him because he somehow could, or as some kind of flipping joke. Who knows and who cares, the less he had to see that shaggy lump of fur and the half-brained idiot it dragged along the better.

At least his cat could get on the bed with him and not suffocate him under hair.

Oh yes, for all it’s feral behaviour and on-off refusal to be touched he knew this cat would get into bed with him, sit at the end and purr. If it thought it hadn’t been detected it would move up a bit more. Then more. Right up until it curled into the back of Cyclonus’s neck, and there it would stay, warm and happy until the morning when it left it’s spot before Cyclonus woke and sat by its food dish as if it hadn’t been anywhere near him all night. Cyclonus had figured out that if he moved or got up to look at the cat at any time during the night it would quickly stop purring and act as if it had just been walking across the bed and hop off, that was until it had thought you’d gone back to sleep, at which point it’d come back and get on the bed again and restart the process. That and it never left him alone, it always insisted on being in the same room as him. It could try all it wanted to be ‘mean’ but it also hadn’t grasped subtlety.

It was warming up to him at least, that should’ve made things easier. Should’ve. Every time he seemed to make any progress with keeping the cat in some kind of control it immediately rebelled as if it realised it was ‘slipping’.

Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, and give it to his mom, she could look after it and home it while he would be confident that the animal was being looked after rather than running around on the streets.

He slipped the last piece of his notes into a nearby drawer, someplace where the feline wouldn’t be able to get its grubby mitts on them.

It was getting dark and Cyclonus decided that bothering with any more note-collecting/organising could be done later. For now, it was time to clean off before bed.

It was the perfect time, the showers were always empty around now, with other students either going out with their mates or studying and seeing as Cyclonus just stopped studying and hadn’t talked to Scourge in a while he was going neither of those routes.

With his desired towel and kit under one arm Cyclonus, he made one look over his shoulder to check the location of a local nuisance, the cat wasn’t directly visible but was probably hiding under his desk, dark fur blending it in within the shadows. Good enough.

He shut the door as quietly and quickly as possible and made sure to scurry through the corridor as quickly as possible, lord knows Rodimus’s mutt would start growling at him if it sensed him nearby for too long.

It always felt oddly exhilarating to rush over to the shower building in the dead of night with nothing but the cold air and stars for company. The showers were a bleached white with stains on many walls, desperately scrubbed away by those who cared enough to try and keep it clean, only for more to appear thanks to someone coming back a bit too sloshed to think straight or to the younger fellows who thought it hilarious to write along the walls.

Either way, he only needed a quick wash over, to get rid of the stale grime and sweat of a day spent hunched over books and blearily listening to his teachers. Kup was a fascinating man with great tale’s but, boy, they went on for a while.

The clunking of the pipes and gentle rumble of the heating system filled the room as the water flowed. The sound drowning out anything else, such as the door creaking and thumping again quietly as Cyclonus’s follower slinked in after him. Slit pupils homing in on him in one of the cubicles, still valuing the minute bit of privacy the cheap curtain gave him, as it settled on a box to watch.

He lost time in the shower, he always did, how could he not, showers were pure dissociation tools, they sucked down your time as your mind floated in whatever void it found itself soaked in.

He sighed, he thought, well it seemed the pipes must’ve as he turned the water flow off. They really needed someone to come look at these pipes. He let his gaze linger on the water control a little as he pulled the curtain back.

He stood with the curtain open for a moment as he acclimatised to the non-shower air, still looking back, when another noise happened. Except that noise could not have been made by a pipe. It was the kind of noise someone makes when they breathe out of their nose sharply, eagerly.

Turning around, all attempts at keeping quiet at this late hour vanished, he shrieked, loudly.

Perched on a box, watching him, was some person. He’d never seen them before and they were hunched over watching him. His wild movements lead him to slip on the already slick floor, curtain pinging off its rings as he grabbed it in a vain attempt to keep himself upright while simultaneously trying to bunch it up and cover up his junk. The person, however, seemed amused but at least turned away.

Their hair was wild and fluffy, rushing past their shoulders, shoulders which were speckled with what seemed to be purple freckles. Their nails were claws and a body that was chubby which rolled lightly with their pose. Their arms were in front of them, this fact being the only saving grace to the fact they were buck naked too, breasts pressed together between their arms shielding most of them and their hands thankfully being just in front of anything else.

“WHO ARE YOU!?” Cyclonus hollered as soon as he’d smacked against the floor, one hand covering his privates while the other groped at the walls aimlessly.

This got the person's attention and they turned back to him, looking confused.

“You… you weirdo!” He yelped needlessly.

It was their turn to yell and jump now, they looked even more confused before catching a sight of themself, which, for some reason, caused them to yell and leap into the air and struggle through the fall to hide themselves behind the box they were on.

“Who are you and what do you want?! Creep!” Cyclonus gathered up some courage after watching the other person yell as if he hadn’t done the same thing himself. His empty hand helped him up as he balanced against the wall, the other did not budge an inch from his crotch.

“It’s… I.. oh.. Ah” the nameless one didn’t answer him but tried to shuffle along the floor away from him, “This wasn’t…”

“What are you doing here!?” Cyclonus yelled, feet dancing back and forth as he had no idea which step to take next.

“Wh.. bhu… I followed you” The person seemed far more interested in their own hands than anything going on around them, they waggled their feet and stared at them incredulously, “I was stuck...”

Quickly the person surged to their feet and Cyclonus tensed up, nervous at the weird persons next action, which was a good reaction it seemed as they rushed over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

“I was stuck!” They yelled happily, shaking him energetically, “I was stuck for so long! I couldn’t! I couldn’t change!”

“Change!?” Cyclonus had to look over their head, trying not to glance at their unabashed nudity, “You were just sat there watching me shower! You weren’t stuck at all!”

“You don’t geeet iiiiiiiit!” They shook him more, “Hands I have them again! I have them! You don’t understand! Paws are so bad to hold with! So bad for so long!”

“O-ho-ho-kay! Okay” Cyclonus tried to use his free hand to push them away but couldn’t bring himself to grab them as he wasn’t looking where he was going, “You’re clearly high on something, you need to-”

“Go home, probably, I… I don’t know where it is…” Cyclonus groaned at this reply, “I definitely don’t know after you took me to an entirely different part of town!”

“I didn’t take you anywhere!”

“You fixed my foot!”

“I didn’t fix anything!”

The person decided this was the moment to pull him closer, drawing a sharp gasp from Cyclonus as the weird person's chest pressed against him, but had the effect they wanted as he looked down at their face, noting the height difference but more interested and stunned as their eyes did indeed go red. Pupils thinned and their nose upturned slightly as it pressed back into their face, their upper lip swelled a little as thin whiskers sprouted out. Their face merged into that of a cat.

“I just… I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to be near anyone” Their face moved in odd ways as their now-feline lips warped to make the human sounds. There were a few breaths of silence before they hugged him, clinging tightly to him as if the physical contact was the only thing holding reality in place.

“You’re the cat…”

“Yeah”

“You… shapeshift”

“I kinda like calling it transforming, but yeah”

“You’re naked”

“So? You are too”

“This is a public place”

“T… take me home?”

“WHAT” Cyclonus did manage to break out of their grasp this time to look them in the eye, their face having reverted back to something more human by now.

“Yes” They righted themselves up and tried to put on a more authoritative pose, “You did take me home before and I don’t know this area”

“I thought you were a cat…”

“And that changes...?”

Cyclonus stuttered a bit, no idea what the hell was even going on let alone what to do next, running on about 4 hours sleep over 48 hours was probably the only thing keeping him from really losing his mind at this. “I don’t know your name?”

“Galvatron, you can call me Galvatron” They finally introduced themselves.

“R… right… and what were you doing watching me shower?”

“OH! O..oh, I…” Their face went bright red, hands only just raising a little to shield their body, but not very well, “I think it’d be better to talk in your room, this is a public place, after all, someone could walk in on us”

“Walk in on us? You make that sound…” Cyclonus didn’t finish what he was saying as he thought about how two people naked and half-embracing in the showers usually meant one thing and he started going as red as Galvatron.

“F… fine, just… use my towel to cover yourself… and maybe not watch me change… again, it’s weird now I know you’re not a cat-cat”

“That’s agreeable”.

#transformers #maccadam #galvatron #cyclonus #fanfiction

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nekokoaa · 6 years

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Sweetheart, may I ask for headcanons of Aizawa, Deku, Kirishima and Iida with a s/o who is strongly stressed and anxious at college? (College is gonna kill me and I've just been here for three weeks)

Fandom: bnha

Characters: Aizawa Shota, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijjirou, Iida Tenya

Believe me, I know the feel. College started for me too. But just take it day by day and soon it’ll be over! Here, have the boys comfort you~ Good luck, love, and everyone else who is going through the college blues. Headcanons or what I like to call it—Bullet-pointed scenarios!!

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Aizawa Shota:

Aizawa knew that strained frustrated groan and the repeated thuds of a head being banged against the kitchen table from anywhere. He sort of took it as his cue to spring into action. With the stress of being overloaded with work because all of your professors decided to have a test on the same day, he found you sprawled upon the table with mountains of textbooks, study sheets, practice quizzes, and pens, pencils, and questionable writing utensils. You looked dead upon the table, like a rag doll that has been flung around several times and finally had a moment’s rest. You didn’t hear his footsteps when he approached you and stopped to observe what was left of you. But you soon did hear the sound of the coffee maker being switched on, and the smell of roasted coffee beans enlightened your senses with one big waft. You hummed awake and picked up your head, and a coffee mug was placed in its spot. Coffee. A college student’s best friend.

“Thanks, hun.” You smiled to yourself as you drank the coffee and enjoyed what it had to offer.

“Just take it easy.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze.

Sometimes Aizawa would find you pacing around in the living room, deep in thought and mumbling to yourself. You were brainstorming ideas for a group project due next week and it was annoying that you couldn’t get your group members to agree on a topic. You wished you could just do everything on your own. You groaned and collapsed on the couch, your face buried into your phone as your group members were complaining about the professor for giving too much work in the group chat. You then felt something heavy dropped upon your stomach and strands of white fur flew in the air and gently surround you. You then saw Aizawa hovering over you, his hand caressing the head of the cat that was placed on your body. It was Mochi, the fluffy white cat that you two adopted together. It looked like she was sleepy, and she yawned widely before resting her head upon your chest.

“You must never move a cat when they’re asleep, it’s forbidden. Now relax.” He explained while snatching your phone away from you.

Midoriya Izuku:

Every time you were stressed out because of college, Midoriya would always pull you away from your work for a break. Whether you were studying in the living room, or on the dining table, or in the bedroom you two shared, Midoriya was always there to bail you out of the stress. One time, Midoriya found you on the bed buried with a ton of papers because you had an upcoming midterm. He had never seen your eyes so dark and voided of light before. You looked like you were going to collapse any second, but your willpower kept you going and turned you into mumbling zombie. The first thing Midoriya did was get behind you and gave you a massage. He wasn’t the best of massagers, but he knew a few tricks that alleviated your sore muscles. He then pulled you into a hug and the two of you spent a moment cuddling on the bed. You relaxed in Midoriya’s strong arms. Finally, your mind on something else other than that midterm.

“It’s good to take breaks sometimes.” You heard him say as you nuzzled into his warm chest, humming softly to answer him.

Midoriya found you typing away on your laptop in the kitchen. You had an essay due the next day and you told him you were planning to do an all-nighter to complete it. You already had two pages down and had two more to go. You were running on your second cup of coffee which delightfully kept you awake at 2 am. You were running out of ideas though, suddenly not knowing how to stretch your essay to two more pages. It was Midoriya’s time to shine. He suddenly pulled you away from your laptop and you found yourself fitting perfectly in his arms. He hit the play button on his phone on top of the counter and it started playing a slow song. His hand held your waist while his other joined with your hand. It was 2 am and here you were slow dancing with Midoriya in the kitchen. And even though he wasn’t the best on his feet, it was still very sweet of him.

“I didn’t know the number one hero could dance.” You smirked, and he gave you a twirl.

He laughed. “I can now.”

Kirishima Eijirou:

Kirishima hated seeing you so stressed out especially near the middle of the semester where work seemed endless. School work was just piling on you nonstop to the point where Kirishima barely saw you. You finally texted him around 11 pm, venting about how college was stressing you out and you were afraid for your grades. Kirishima hurried over to your apartment and threw himself into your arms. He then held your hand and led you out of your apartment for a late walk around the neighborhood. He tried his best to talk about various things to get your mind off of your school work until finally you two decided to sit at a small playground, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, and eyes upon the infinite black skies above. He spoke in soft whispers like someone was listening in, but it was, in fact, the gentle atmosphere that made his voice soft. Any louder and he felt like he would shatter the moment to pieces.

“You know, I’m here for you. You don’t have to stress out about this by yourself. I’m here, and you can call me anytime.” The hold on your hand grew tighter.

“Even at 4 am?” You chuckled as the weight on your heart was lifted and his smile grew larger.

“Anytime!”

One thing Kirishima found out when helping you through a stressful semester was how your favorite food helped meld even the most stressful of days. He often surprised you with your favorite food on the day before an exam when you were the most stressed out. He would burst into your apartment, arms full of your favorite foods, and that bright smile that melted all of your worries on his face. The two of you would eat together, taking a break from your studies and reveling in the company of each other.

Iida Tenya:

Iida knew when it came to a new semester you took it very seriously. You studied and tried to complete your projects on time. You were a wonderful student and Iida greatly admire you for it. But there were times when you got stressed out and even Iida himself could see how all of your hard work would take a toll on you. So, to lessen the load on you, Iida usually liked to help you with your school work. Whether you had a math test the next day or an essay due, Iida would be by your side and helping you the best way he could. Sometimes he would even take you to the library to study and the two of you would head for ice cream afterwards.

“I can’t believe how easy you solved that problem, ____!” You licked your ice cream off your cone as you listened to Iida.

“I wouldn’t have been able to if you didn’t point out my mistakes.” Iida loved the smile on your face. It honestly made him happy to be of help to you as long as he got to see your smile.

Iida wasn’t always a study buddy. There were times when he took you on dates to help you relax. It was either a date to the movies or just a simple walk in the park. He loved seeing you unwind with no worries about your school work. It was just him on your mind and it made him feel joyful. Sure, he loved helping you with your work, but he also lived for small moments like this where he could just enjoy you all to himself. One time he surprised you with a trip to the zoo and you walked together, hand in hand, and saw different types of animals. You told Iida that one of the penguins from the exhibition looked like him and he didn’t really take it lightly. But he was happy to see you look so energetic. There was a test you had to take in a few days and yet you looked content and stress-free.

#bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #Iida Tenya #iida tenya x reader #nekokoafanfictions

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ice-cream-under-stars · 6 years

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Lost and Found (Jumin Han x Mc)

Chapter 1 (1,877 words)

Description: If black cats were a negative omen, did that mean white cats were a positive one? Of course, Mc never believed the superstitions revolving around cats, but it was a fleeting thought that had crossed her mind as she found herself mysteriously joining an organization which involved the owner of that equally mysterious white cat. Mc didn’t quite know the odds, but she knew they were low. However, she wasn’t sure if she believed in coincidence either...

Author’s note: Heya! I’m not very far into this (only in the middle of chapter three) and i have a very loose picture of where this is going so I’m not sure how long this fic will last. Anyways, for now, here’s chapter one! I usually regret posting my fan fictions later on but lets hope that doesn’t happen with this one hehe.

This fic is sort of an au. It still loosely follows the og Mystic Messenger timeline, with some changes. One being that I’m going to slow down the flow of things. That way Jumin and Mc will have more time to develop feelings for each other. So i guess you could call this slow burn?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and if there are any grammatical errors, sorry!

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Chapter 1

Meow! Mc made her way to the door of her apartment building. Meow! Before she could enter, her phone began to buzz in her pocket. Meow! She furrowed her brow and looked around. No cat in sight. After a shrug, she proceeded to read the text message she had just received. Meow!

“What the—” Spinning her head around once more, Mc spotted a white Persian cat primly sitting not more than ten feet away. “Hey, kitty!” she cooed, kneeling down and holding out her hand. “Come here, baby.” The feline took her time, zigzagging toward Mc. She warily sniffed the hand offered before rubbing her face on it and purring. “Aww you’re just a sweetie. What you doing out here all alone, hm?” Of course, the response was purring. Mc scanned her surroundings again, only to find the street void of people. She returned her attention to the fluffy fur-ball, who was now on her back, playfully kicking and biting Mc’s hand. “I wonder how long you’ve been out here,” she mused. “Not long, I’m guessing.” Her coat was still relatively pristine. Mc proceeded to scoop up the cat and enter her apartment building.

Once inside her unit, she put the Persian down and made her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a chair, she placed it under an array of cabinets, moving aside the spices to grab the can of cat food in the back. Glancing at the can, Mc felt a small wave of sadness wash over her. She demounted from the chair and retrieved a tin bowl that hadn’t been used for a month now. After she dished up a few scoops, she placed it on the floor and waited for the feline to eat. She didn’t. Well, not at first. She sat there a moment, staring at it, then at Mc. “Go on.” Mc scratched the cat’s head and gradually ran her fingers down its back. That is when she dove into the meat; however, the moment Mc stopped, her (apparent) master chirped a series of short mews. Mc smiled. “Ah, so you won’t eat unless you’re pampered while doing so? Spoiled much?” But, not being able to resist that cute furry face, she obliged.

Next, Mc showed her new guest where the litter box was before plopping herself and the cat on the bed, both falling fast asleep.

The following morning, Mc asked around the area to see if they owned a white Persian cat, and showed them a picture. No luck. She knew it wouldn’t be that simple, seeing as she had never seen the cat before.

Thirty minutes passed before she returned to her apartment. She noticed the food she had left out before leaving that morning was licked clean out of the bowl, and it’s devourer lounging on the bed, bathing herself. “Oh, so now you’ll eat without me petting you?” Mc retorted, feigning annoyance.

After eating her own breakfast and taking a shower, she heard a knock on her apartment door. “You have a key, you can open it yourself!” she lazily shouted from atop her mattress. There was some fumbling before a woman entered. She had cropped hair that looked like milk chocolate and smooth light-brown skin.

“Well, excuse me for wanting to be polite!”

“Sav, our friendship is way past politeness.” Savannah collapsed onto the bed beside Mc and simply shrugged.

“Hey! Why is there a ton of fur on your comforter?!” Mc tore her gaze away from her phone.

“Uh so I sort of picked up a cat last night.”

“Wait, wha—?! Where is it? You got over Minnie already? I thought you said—“

“No, no, no! She found me last night and she was alone and I couldn’t leave her so I’m just letting her stay here until I find the owner.” As if she had been summoned, the feline in question hopped onto the bed and curled up next to Mc, completely ignoring Savannah. She rolled her eyes,

“Typical cat. So—,” a yawn interrupted her, “how do you plan to find this mystery owner? How do you even know she had an owner? Or what if the owner was being abusive, so the cat ran away.”

“Uh, that’s definitely not the case. Jeez, Sav, this isn’t some tragic pet movie.”

“But how do you know that for sure, hmm? For all you now, you could be trying to return her to the hell she just escaped!”

“Look at her coat. It’s extremely healthy. Look at it. She’s clearly groomed regularly and gets the best food. No one who cares about their cat wouldn’t abuse their cat.”

“Eh, wasn’t that a double negative?” Sav interjected. Mc put her foot on her friend’s head.

“The point is that I need to find the owner. They’re probably worried sick. Like— just imagine if the owner was a little girl. Hm? Sav, would you want some twelve year old girl to be crying and worried sick about their dear lost kitty cat?” Sav sighed exasperatedly.

“Fine,” she groaned. “So, what are you doing to find this twelve year old girl?”

“Well I already checked most of the other units in this building, and I just posted a pic on Instagram and Tumblr asking if anyone had lost a cat that looked like this one.”

“And?”

“Well, I just posted it. Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t have tons of followers like you who see my stuff instantly.”

“O—kay... so what do you plan on doing in the meantime?” Mc sat up.

“I guess I’ll continue to ask around locally. Wanna join me?”

“Ehhh what’s in it for me? A good conscience knowing I just saved a twelve year old girl from the depths of despair?”

“Well, that, and I’ll buy you a Starbucks.” Sav bolted up.

“Deal!”

Their inquiry proved to be unfruitful. That day, which had previously been planned out as a day they would hang out together before Savannah had to leave the city for a shoot, was spent up almost entirely looking for the owner of the mysterious Persian. It was four in the afternoon when Sav began to complain. Honestly, it surprised Mc that she managed to last that long.

“This is not how I imagined today was gonna go.”

“Me neither,” Mc mumbled. “How about we grab some dinner? Or do you need to head back and pack?”

“Who do you take me for? I’m already packed.”

“Alright, let’s get some dinner then, Miss proactive.”

The next day also unearthed no evidence as to who owned the cat. Mc decided to spend the day inside watching Netflix and YouTube, but kept a wary eye on her social media sites. She had made multiple posts, but the few replies she had gotten were along the lines of “Aw, cute! Hope you find the owner.”

The weekend ended. Mc had begun to think that she would have to keep her new feline friend until, on Monday morning, she woke to find that Savannah had called her three times and texted her five times. “Call me.” “Mc wake up!” “Hey its abt the cat.” “Call mehhh.” “Hellooo?” Mc bolted upright and dialed her friend.

“Finally! Don’t you have work today?!”

“Never mind that! What’s this about the cat?”

“Right, right. So you know how you said it could be owned by a twelve year old girl? Turns out she’s a twenty-seven year old man.”

“Wait, what? How do—”

“And guess who that is?”

“Uh—”

“Ju-min Ha-n!” Silence ensued. “Yo— please tell me you know who that is.”

“Uh, well—” An exasperated sigh came from the other side of the phone.

“Seriously, Mc, how do you live in the same city as the corporate heir to one of the most famous companies in South Korea and not even know who he is?!”

“What?! If he’s as important as you say he is, how the heck does his cat end up on the streets? Are you sure? How do you know she’s his?”

“I saw an online news article. Can you believe he had a news article put up about his missing cat? Usually people just post papers around saying ‘MISSING CAT.’” Mc replied thoughtfully,

“He obviously cares for her a lot.” Mc paused. “I can relate.”

“Anyways, he said he’d reward anyone who found her and returned her to him unharmed. The amount is uh... steep.” Mc brushed passed her friend’s statement.

“Send me the link to the article.”

“I cant. The photographer is here and ready to begin the shoot. Sorry! Just look up ‘Jumin Han, cat’ and you’ll get plenty of results. Talk later!”

Savannah wasn’t lying. There was more than just one article covering the topic. Mc clicked into the top website and scrolled down to the contact information. There was a phone number and an email address. Mc decided to dial the number right away. She hadn’t truly thought about it, as she was not apart of the high class world, but she subconsciously was expecting Mr. Han himself to pick up. She was startled when a female’s voice sounded on the other end.

“Hello, this is Chief Assistant Kang speaking.”

“O-oh... um... hello.” Her surprise was evident in her tone, but fortunately, the woman seemed to not notice or care.

“Do you know the whereabouts of the feline belonging to Mr. Jumin Han?” So formal. Mc could detect the weariness in the voice. In fact, the statement was monotone, as if the speaker had relayed it more than a million times that day.

“Hello? Miss, if this is a prank call I will hang up.”

“No! Please don’t hang up!” Mc sighed and continued. “I think I have Mr. Han’s cat.”

“‘Think’ or ‘know’?” She still didn’t show any type of surprise or urgency in her voice. This chick’s probably heard a lot of claims of having or seeing the white Persian; what with that reward, Mc mused.

“I’m pretty sure. I’d say she looks the same as the pictures in the ads. And her demeanor and coat scream ‘pampered.’” The woman’s voice grew more attentive.

“And where is the cat now?”

“Here with me at my apartment. I found her wandering near my apartment building and after she took a liking to me I took her in.”

“And how long as she been with you?”

“Since Friday night. I would have contacted you sooner but I had zero clue who she belonged to.”

“Could you provide any proof that you in fact do possess my employer’s cat?”

“I can send you a photo I took.”

“That will do. Send it to the email address on the website you got this number from. Goodbye.” Click.

Mc did as instructed. After ten minutes lapsed, she received a reply. It’s contents were along the lines of:

“Mr. Han has identified the cat in the photo as his own. As soon as possible, please, bring her, safely and comfortably, to—” and an address was added. Mc glanced at the time. It was almost 5 p.m. and that meant rush hour. Taxis would be difficult to come by; but when the C&R corporate heir’s cat was in need of returning to her owner, how could one refuse?

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NOTE: This review is SPOILER FREE.

7’SCARLET

Release Date: May 25, 2018 (North America) Developers: Toybox Inc, Otomate Publishers: Idea Factory, Aksys Games Platforms: PS Vita ESRB Rating: T (Teen)

As the second title released by Aksys Games for their Summer Mystery Bundle, 7’scarlet offers one gripping mystery-solving game play amplified with a cute touch of romance.

Walkthroughs:

Hino Kagutsuchi Isora Amari Toa Kushinada Sosuke Tatehira Yuzuki Murakumo True Route & Final Character

Read the game’s synopsis here.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS Otome Visual Novels are either a hit or a miss when it comes to it’s story narratives. Just like Collar x Malice, 7’scarlet did one hell of a job foregoing a very intriguing mystery-type plot line while having a few romantic events as an additive to its overarching deep story. Like a really good book or a TV series, it was so hard to brush off the game’s story build-up as it became curiously engaging in each chapter you progress.

With the help of it’s unique visuals and animations, playing 7’scarlet was close to watching your favorite anime series.

ART One of the things I really enjoyed while playing 7’scarlet was seeing its astonishing BG images. It’s just so pretty, it’s like wallpaper material, no kidding! (giggle)

. The game’s artist was non other than, Kurahana Chinatsu an illustrator who’s also famous for her other popular works such as the character designs for Uta no Prince-Sama, Lamento (Beyond the Void), and Togainu no Chi.

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Looking at these lovely BG images reminded me of browsing through expensive art catalogs!

SOUNDTRACK AND VOICE ACTING There are two opening themes, “World’s End Syndrome” and “LOVESICK”, you can unlock the latter after finishing a certain route in the game. The BGMs are good too, some are rather simple but very fitting for the game’s setting and story transitions. Heck, I ended up buying the whole 7’scarlet soundtrack in iTunes.

And like any other game, there will always be that one song you’ll end up getting stuck with, even after completing the game. Dat-one-song that gave you so much FEELS. In 7’scarlet, mine would have to be the song “Starry”.

Voice Acting

Nobunaga Shimazaki “Hino“ – Napoleon (Ikevamp), Kurogane Naoto (BlazBlue), Mitsuhide (Sengoku Nightblood)

Tetsuya Kakihara “Isora“ – Shin (Amnesia), Victor Frankenstein (Code Realize), Karasuba (Pyschedelica BB), Toki Tanba (Charming Empire)

Showtaro Morikubo “Toa“ – Impey (Code Realize), Reiji (Uta no Prince-sama), Okita (Hakuoki)

Chiharu Sawashiro “Sosuke“ – Shila (Snow White and the Red hair), Hero (Caligula Effect)

Shinichirou Miki “Yuzuki“ – Hijikata (Hakuoki), Nesso Galland (Black Wolves Saga), Bucket-Sensei (Bad Apple Wars)

Sanae Kobayashi “Yuki“ – Sara Nome (Macross Zero), Nagisa (Maid Sama)

Hiroki Yasumoto “Mr. Karasuma“ – Azrael (BlazBlue), Nidai Nekomaru (Danganropa V3), Hyuga (KLAP)

Hiroki Takahashi “Kagura Tsukuyomi“ – Rayne (Neo Angelique Abyss), Otohiko (Kamisama Kiss), Koujaku (DRAMAtical Murder)

Daisuke Kishio “Yasu“ – Azusa (Diabolik Lovers), Mizushima Arata (Kiniro no Corda: Bluesky), Kuzuryuu (Danganropa V3)

Chiwa Saito “Yua“ – Aoi Asahina (Danganropa V3), Taokaka (BlazBlue), Domina (Period Cube), Fate (Caster)

MAIN CHARACTERS (SPOILER FREE)

Recommended play order:

1)Hino 2)Isora 3)Toa – only unlocks after finishing Hino and Isora’s good ending 4)Sosuke – only unlocks after finishing Toa’s good ending 5)Yuzuki – only unlocks after finishing all of the character’s good ending

Hino Kagutsuchi

Childhood friend

Sporty

Dork

Hino’s story was cute. It had very few spoilers regarding the game’s overarching plot but his route did a good job catering as a story build-up for the oncoming routes you’ll get in to after finishing the first two recommended ones (his and Isora’s). I enjoyed the fact that Hino was physically a jock on the outside but covertly the biggest dork on the inside

(the guy fangirls on ‘kawaii’ things! Awww). His romance ventured more into the friendship-type-love rather than a mature one. His route wasn’t my favorite, but it was definitely a good start, nevertheless.

Isora Amari

Best Chef

Hot tempered

Jealous

Yandere

Just like Hino’s route, Isora’s story offers very few spoilers of the game’s underlying plot but was well written enough to create a very mysterious atmosphere of the town, Okunezato. Isora’s character depth was also deeper than I expected and I wished the writers expounded more on the justification of this character’s actions rather than just throwing it on the spot. Despite this, I love Isora Amari’s story. It had great pacing, enough to give you that creep factor you seek in every mystery-themed visual novel. His romance, on the other hand may or may not suit everyone’s preferences. Although I personally enjoyed it, I can understand how it may not work for some. ┐(︶▽︶)┌

Toa Kushinada

Cat mom

Clumsy af

Color blind

such a sweet boi!

So my first impression with Toa was: “Really?! I have to romance this clumsy nerd, seriously, game?”. Then I started playing his route just to get it over with and oh my goodness! I did not expected the sudden turn of events!

As I’ve probably mentioned repeatedly on my previous reviews… I absolutely love it when a game catches you off guard, and this route takes the cake! I was left speechless. I couldn’t talk more about his story without going into spoiler territory so I’ll leave it at this: Toa was such a great character and he deserves all the love in the world! Best boy (imo), one that’s definitely unforgettable.

Sosuke Tatehira

Smart

Neat freak!

Best Doctor

OC!

If there was one route that got me at the edge of my seat in 7’scarlet ~ it was definitely Sosuke’s. His story had great pacing where it started off very light and warm then surprisingly escalated into a few bemusing affairs. His route also introduced a more definitive and deeper story regarding the mysteries surrounding the town of Okunezato. While the suspense was a little overwhelming in this route, I wanted to commend on how the romance never took a back seat in Sosuke’s story. His relationship with the heroine felt genuinely real and I love both his and Ichiko’s character development. I also loved the fact that Sosuke was such a neat freak and becomes very obsessive-compulsive about something so simple such as a goldfish scooping game! The perfect husbando, if you ask me! (chuckles)

Yuzuki Murakumo

Jerk Boss

Hot!!!

Intense

Tsundere

While the suspense was building up in Sosuke’s previous route, Yuzuki’s story on the other hand was a power house of thrill and drama coupled with a few action packed scenes and romantic events… And although it happened so fast, all at the same time, I’ve got to say it was paced really well that it didn’t came out too forced nor too overwhelming with information. I personally love Yuzuki’s character. He’s cold and irritable on the outside but inside his icy personality is one very warm fluffy husbando!

His story was probably the most compelling as far as solving the mysteries of Okunezato goes.

Ichiko Hanamaki (You)

amnesiac heroine (explained in ??? ‘s route)

hates strawberries (explained in ??? ‘s route)

can’t swim (explained in ??? ‘s route)

Despite the the main protagonist’s naivety and recklessness to a point where you’d clearly have to question this heroine’s sense of danger

(laughs), Ichiko Hanamaki had a couple of good points up her sleeve such as her strong will and determination to look for her disappeared older brother in spite of being absolutely clueless on where to begin. Another enjoyable aspect, was how this heroine sometimes gets shamelessly clumsy in declaring her love to the gentleman of her liking. She had a couple of funny moments that got me all “wtf lol” ~ so it was never a dull moment playing her as the MC.

And it gets better… So the story doesn’t really end there. After finishing Hino, Isora, Toa, Sosuke, and Yuzuki’s route. Two more routes unlocks in this game.

Who is the culprit?

Another factor why this game was so entertaining to me was that it reminded me of playing Mafiascum; where each player gets to accuse anybody as the culprit and the accused needs to present alibis to which another player/s confirms it to prove his innocence.

As someone who’s been playing mafiascum online for a long time, the game’s conclusion was somewhat predictable but I’ve got to admit, it was one gripping read and the “True Ending” was painfully heartbreaking.

TRAILER

OVERALL THOUGHTS?

7’scarlet is a very well written mystery themed visual novel. While the story appeared so simple, the events where paced so good that the rise and fall of tension as you unravel the mysteries remained suspenseful enough to keep you wanting for more.

I had a couple of moments where I really couldn’t put down the game for a second just to eat or sleep because I had to know, I NEEED to know what will happen next!

Truth be told, I had never expected I’d get so emotionally attached to this game. It’s really one gripping read. It’s one of those titles that’s hard to get over with even after finishing the game play. I think an overall rating of 4.5/5 is an appropriate mark for 7’scarlet. The rest of the .05 completing the perfect score is just me wishing they could’ve done more with the last secret route as I did felt it to be a little lacking as far as how the story concluded.

I would say the animation and movie clips were an additional plus points. Although without it, the game still excels as one of the most compelling stories an otome game has to offer. Do I recommend this game? YESSSS! If you’re looking for a good mystery-romance themed visual novel with great art, music, animation and one unforgettable story that will rob you of words, 7’scarlet is the perfect choice. All your money’s worth it too.

Romance and Folklore – 7’scarlet Review NOTE: This review is SPOILER FREE. 7'SCARLET Release Date: May 25, 2018 (North America) Developers: Toybox Inc, Otomate…

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