#he is not a twink but I will accept this fanart
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I’m going to make a prediction:
The Mario movie will come out and be perfectly average. Jack Black’s Bowser will be the most popular part of the movie by far.
And I mean…really popular.
He will become the new favourite on Tumblr getting a ton of fanart and fanfics. The rare Tumblr sexyman who is not a skinny white twink. Fans will desperately look for anyone in the movie to ship him with. Many will gravitate to Luigi. Others to Peach (no one will want to ship him with Chris Pratt Mario). Some will be so desperate, that they’ll go full Onceler and ship him with AU versions of himself.
And at that moment, the furries and scalies who’ve been obsessing over Bowser for decades will rise up as one, as their thirst finally becomes publicly accepted by the masses. And the furries will finally take their place as the rulers of Tumblr. Snapcube Shadow the Hedgehog making furries legal was just the prelude to the oncoming storm…
And you will all have Illumination to thank/blame.
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electric touch
Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader
Inspiration: My own silly idea but also Prompts #70 (“are you actually trying to seduce me right now?”) and #86 (“they don’t need to know.”) from Prompt List 2
Warnings: Cursing, mutual pining, Adam is still kind of an asshole (duh), suggestive dialogue
Word Count: 1,363
Author’s Note: I just really wanted the mental picture of Adam in some rocker eyeliner, so I wrote it. That’s about it, just being very normal about this character :3 If anyone has seen any fanart of Adam with eyeliner, my DMs are always open. As always check out my Masterlist, About Me page, or Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit an ask! Happy reading! :)
“What’s that?”
You scoffed at the fallen angel lounging lazily on your bed, watching you intently as you went through your makeup routine.
You had just grabbed an eyeliner pencil, and were in the middle of smudging the smokey kohl onto your eyelids when Adam interrupted you.
“What, you didn’t have eyeliner in heaven?” you smirked, looking at him through the mirror on your vanity. Even in such a relaxed state, he still kept that stupid mask on.
He shook his head, “Why would we need makeup in a place where everyone’s fuckin’ perfect and poised 24/7?”
Shrugging your shoulders, you accepted the answer. Made sense, anyways. From what you heard from Charlie, Heaven probably looked like a dream come true. Why would anyone need to alter their appearance in a place like that?
Turning back to the task at hand, you jumped slightly when Adam appeared behind you, his face incredibly close to your own. He was studying you intently, his digital eyes flickering over your expression.
“Ugh, what is with you, dude?”
His eyes narrowed, lips forming into a tight line. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was…thinking. Which is not an activity Adam seemed to engage in, especially before speaking.
“It looks…good.” he muttered, feeling his face getting warm under his mask, “I guess I never really noticed it before.” You quirked an eyebrow, a small smile flashing across your face.
Ever since he turned up on the hotel’s doorstep practically begging for help from the Princess of Hell, Adam had decided to latch himself on to you. For what reason, you didn’t know; it didn’t particularly matter since any attempts to rid yourself of him were completely fruitless.
He was definitely an asshole, but he could be mildly amusing from time to time.
“Do you…do you want me to put some on you?”
He blinked stupidly. “I’m not gay, toots,” he deadpanned, “Despite what that little spider twink downstairs thinks—”
“No, no that’s not what I meant,” you cut in, trying to stifle your laughter at his remark, “But makeup transcends sexuality.” He scoffed, letting his insecurity wash over him.
Adam would never admit it you or Charlie or anyone else at the hotel, but being here made him feel less alone than he ever felt in Heaven.
Up there, he was practically ignored, even treated as a nuisance by the seraphim and other higher ups. Which he was, but that was beside the point.
He was already ashamed of himself for asking Lucifer’s brat of all people for help, but he had nowhere else to turn and felt completely alone. Except when he was with you.
Although you were a sinner too, you didn’t judge him as harshly as the others. Hell, you were able to stand up to him, even reason with him when he was particularly crabby.
It scared him, though he’d never let you know that. He’d rather get stabbed through the chest again than be vulnerable.
Standing up, you gestured to the edge of the bed, encouraging Adam to sit down again. He hesitated for a moment, not willing to trust you fully.
“You know,” you drawled, “some of the greatest rockers on Earth wear eyeliner. And looks sexy as fuck doing it.”
Adam’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity.
“And,” you added, “A lot of ladies are actually into it. I swear.” He blew a raspberry in dismissal, still not fully convinced. He decided to humor you anyway; he had nothing better to do.
“Ugh, fine,” he whined, “You’re lucky I’m bored, sugartits.” He plopped onto your bed, faltering slightly when removing his mask; you rarely saw him without it, and were struck by how, well, human he looked.
You couldn’t dwell on his appearance for long; you needed entertainment for the evening and didn’t want to wait for him to change his mind. With the pencil in hand, you swiftly went to work on his minor makeover.
You were close. Dangerously close, Adam thought to himself. So close that he was almost pissed that his eyes were closed so he couldn’t get a good look down your shirt.
He could feel your soft breath on his face, the almost imperceptible noises you were making while concentrating intently on shaping his new look. He almost flinched when your hand gripped the side of his face gently, tilting it up slightly to give you a better angle to complete your work.
Your fingers tingled on his skin, silence filling the space in a way that was new to Adam; he usually reveled in sucking the air out of any room he was in, but he was now focused so keenly on the steadiness of your breathing and the looming presence of your body so, so close to his.
Fuck.
He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and for the first time in his very long existence, Adam actually tried to hide his arousal from you. “Almost done,” you muttered, examining the canvas of his eyelids closely.
You couldn’t help but notice that even though he was fallen, Adam still retained rather…angelic features. Perfect skin, tousled brown hair, annoyingly long eyelashes. You tried to not gaze at him for too long, but with his eyes currently closed, you couldn’t help but stare.
“Ah, okay, open up,” you said, feeling a quiver arise in your throat. He blinked, bright gold eyes accentuated perfectly by the dark liner.
Satan help you. He looked hot.
You realized you were still leaning incredibly close to his face, and before you could stumble backwards, Adam flashed a mischievous smile. “Damn babe, I must look pretty good if you’re giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Shhhh,” he stood up, pressing his finger to your lips. Your attraction to him was quickly replaced with annoyance, even with him looking like a rockstar you might’ve had a crush on when you were still living.
You pushed his hand away, your stomach twisting. Leave it to Adam to ruin an actual good moment between the two of you.
“Are you actually trying to seduce me right now?”
“Maybe. Is it working?”
“Not in the slightest,” you lied. He brushed past you, considering his reflection in your vanity mirror.
“Fuck, I do look good,” he mused, getting an eyeful of himself. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. His gaze flitted to you, studying your form. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious about how good this dick would look in that pretty little mouth of yours?
You crossed your arms over your chest, doing your best to act disgusted at that mental picture. “Only in your dreams,” you muttered, hoping the heat traveling up your neck wasn’t visible.
Adam stood up to face you again, his mouth curving into a wicked smile. “They don’t need to know,” he purred, his eyes flicking towards the door, referencing the other residents of the hotel. “It can be our little secret.”
His fingers brushed your waist delicately, and you felt your heartbeat quicken as he squeezed the side of your body. He looked hungry, possessive, the dark pigment around his eyes only enhancing the intensity of his glare.
You gulped. You had to come up with an excuse, and quick.
“Charlie’s expecting me,” you croaked, pulling away from his grasp. You cursed yourself for the ache you felt between your legs, “Something about more trust exercises—” you headed toward the door, but Adam grabbed your arm.
He didn’t seem annoyed that you were brushing off his advances; he knew that it was now just a matter of time.
“Sure, sweetheart,” he teased, his grip red hot against your skin, “But teach me how to do this fun little makeup on myself sometime, hm? I like seeing you all hot and bothered.”
You swung open your door, flashing him the finger as you slammed it behind you. It didn’t matter that you were leaving him in your room unattended; you knew you’d be seeing him there later anyways.
Something told you he was going to keep the makeup on until you returned.
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Hello, do you enjoy when people change the creeps? For example, change their race? Height? Etc? Like when I see that with some fanart it bothers me.
Since you are changing the characters and what did you see that needed to be ‘fixed’? I know some creepypasta creators are problematic and not the greatest but at least keep their characters how they envisioned them. Because these fanon characters are dookie to me.
What are your thoughts?
Warning: The text below contains opinions.
For me, I honestly don't care, everyone can have their own view of the characters that doesn't change anything in anyone's life. I myself have my own view of some characters, for example, for me, Nina is black and why not? Because if there's something that bothers me a lot about canon characters, it's that all, if not most, are white, thin and most of them even have light eyes. What I saw most of Canon representation in this fandom was Toby, who is disabled, and Cat Hunter, who is Latino.
Like, you can count on your fingers how many characters are not standard, not to mention their bodies, where everyone is either thin or muscular and tall. The only character closest to being fat that I saw was Tim, but he's not even a creepypasta and he's a real guy, and yet there are people who draw him as a twink. Of course, it makes a lot more sense for them to have athletic bodies since they are all killers or human hunters, but not everyone will be tall and have 0 percentage of fat.
And that's not to mention that everyone is always represented as if they were models and with facial features considered beautiful, even though they have horrible scars and wounds. And let's agree that it doesn't make much sense for the story of most of them since a good part of the creeps were socially excluded, if they were very beautiful that would be different, pretty privilege exists.
But representation in this fandom isn't that great, I don't see many famous artists drawing them in any other way,When the characters' ethnicity, height and weight change, it's usually one or the other and you never see that again. I believe it's because the fandom itself doesn't value this, since I've seen people get hurt when they draw Nina or Jane as black women. Besides, they only give attention to male, young and white characters with an acceptable appearance as i already said in my post on how to create a famous creepypasta oc.
So I prefer to change some characters in my conception to be more realistic, since real people have differences, have different ethnicities and non-standard bodies most of the time. I've never written how I hc the characters but maybe I can do that someday, I know not everyone won't like it, because I won't always see them as young and pretty, especially the guys. Maybe I'll get hate for making them like real human beings 💀
But anyway, this was just another rant from me and I'm not going to express too much of my opinion to avoid getting hate here. because I know that this fandom is run by fangirls and so it's better that way to make more attractive fanfics and smuts, and gain more views with fan art. So just don't take it as an attack or something personal, because it's just my opinion and how I think and whether I share it or not, our life remains the same.
Sorry for the bible here, kisses 💋
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So Immortal/Mortal Ships
What is the cut off?
Why are some ships with an Immortal/Mortal pairing considered creepy and others aren't? Cuz there has been a surge of people calling 2-year age gaps pedophilic this year, and losing their damn minds if two characters aren't the same age. But then they have age gap ships of their own.
Many of y'all can't keep up the same energy all around. You sit here shipping InuYasha and Kagome, despite how she is 15 and he is 200+, but then attack people who ship Edward and Bella, even though both are physically 17 even if one is technically 104.
But when this is pointed out, how your ship has an even wider age gap in it, you start whining about power imbalance, as if InuYasha ISN'T overpowered and hasn't nearly killed Kagome when he's lost control. But then you'll claim Edward is more mature than InuYasha which is a laugh cuz no he damn well isn't. Eddie Boy is a teen boy through and through. He's just a teen boy from the 1920s. But THEN you'll claim it's the time period they're in and how the 1400s-1500s of Japan is a more forgiving place to have an age gap relationship because they don't have modern technology on hand.
And this will go on. I've seen enough Twitter threads defending InuKag and demonizing other age gap ships.
So where is the cut off?
Cuz I've seen people on Tumblr, arguing that Genshin's Zhongli/Childe is pedophilic because Zhongli is a 6K+ y/o god and Childe is like a 20 y/o twink. Ajax is a literal adult. He is the youngest Harbinger, but he is still an adult. He even has the 'adult man model' y'all whine about. So how can this be pedophilic? Adults in an Adult ship. But cuz Ajax was 18 only two years ago, shipping him with Zhongli makes you a pedophile? Even though he is a literal terrorist and has killed a lot of peopel as the Cryo Archon's 'weapon of war'?
So, what about the Traveler? They are canonically 500+, and heavily hinted to be part of the primordial civilization that existed long before Zhongli came into being. I saw someone on Twitter whining in some Aether/Scaramouche fanart because of age gaps and pedophilia. Traveler being 500+ and Scaramouche being at most 400. How the hell is that pedophilia? Same body type even.
There are Aether/Zhongli fanarts that get attacked for pedophilia too. Zhongli 6K+ and Aether 500+(likely 10K+ according to popular theory). These aren't small numbers. And the Traveler has the mind of an adult and IS legally allowed to drink but is just tired of arguing about it all the time. Traveler doesn't even look like a child despite the claims of people who say being 5'4" makes you a child. On the same breath, some chick demonizing Aether/Zhongli ships Aether's twin with Eula, who is in her 20s and Ei who is 2K+. Why are those age gaps okay?
And there's even more to go from!
How about the Ninth/Tenth Doctor. Old as shit. Everyone seems to ship Nine/Ten with Rose. The age gap there is astronomical despite both being adults with Rose just barely being an adult. That is one of the most popular ships to come out of Doctor Who and the second or third most popular overall.
We have so many age gap fictional couples that are present in pop culture.
Why is it that some age gap ships are totally acceptable when the gap is massive, the power is skewed entirely to one side, and the youngest person in the ship is the equivalent of a blind lemming?
And why do people feel so comfortable throwing the word pedophilia around?
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About the twinklify the twink? That's why I don't go full Dreamling. I have nothing against it, but they way they get twisted 90% of the times is just "uhh that not my Dream" for me. And same with all the Dark Morpheus x f/m reader. "That's not my Morpheus" and it's ok, because a) fanfiction keeps the media alive until the next piece we can get and b) fanfiction keeps people alive too, no matter what they picture. So, it's ok to feel like this, I guess.
I think that's the main takeaway from this. YKINMK after all. I'm a firm believer of "do what you want always" though of course, that doesn't mean you should be free from criticism, it just means maybe don't take criticism to heart ya know? This doesn't mean people should go onto others posts and fanfics and complain! God no! But people should be allowed to complain in their own posts - so long as anything particularly harsh isn't put in the main tags or is tagged accordingly. Like of course people aren't always gonna love everything you do, and sometimes when certain headcanons and ideas get bastardised by fanon echo chambers they become so far removed from canon that you are basically writing an OC with your fave characters face, but that's okay if it brings you joy. Just don't expect everyone to love and adore it ya know?
The problem I have with the extra twinkification of characters in ship dynamics is that I have a problem with m/m ships being twisted so far away from their canon counterparts that one party becomes obviously "feminine" and the other obviously "masculine". By which I mean one character is made extra skinny frail and delicate, submissive, virginal, pure, and always ALWAYS the bottom. The other character becomes huge and muscular and hairy and masculine, and take the role of protector and dominating and experienced and is ALWAYS the top.
Do you see what I mean? This has been prevailent in fandom culture since day 1 of course, and its a huge pet peeve of mine. I do view it as somewhat problematic because it feels like trying to fit a mlm ship into a heternormative box. Its a layered mess of misogyny and homophobia wrapped up in a fandom bow. It was worse years ago, during the SuperWhoLock days, and I will forever be grateful to Misha Collins for beefing up so much he enabled Cas to beat the effeminate twink allegations (knowing Mollins he probably came across a particularly bad fanfic or fanart and then spent several hours staring at himself in a mirror before throwing himself into an intensive gym routine).
I don't think its too prevailent in Dreamling fics, though I guess when you have a whole episode devoted to showing how Dream is pale, thin, beautiful, ethereal, completely hairless, and trapped, its easy to see why fandoms minds went to "twink" and then to "we need to find him a saviour". But I do wish the power dynamic would be a bit more balanced. Dream is no wilting flower. He is all pure lean muscle. He is no frail delicate thing. He has the body of a long distance marathon runner. He is power and self righteousness and fury and control. Yeah, he may be submissive with his lovers, but he's hardly inexperienced.
Hob is also in no way a macho man. He's hairy sure, but that's basically it. He actually isn't all that more muscular than Dream, he's only slightly broader, and he's not taller - I think they are the same height? Again, to stress, people can do what they want always. But please do take time to branch outside of the fandom echo chambers and refamiliarise yourself with canon once in a while. Especially when those echo chambers are leaning towards problematic dynamics like those mentioned above.
This is by no means a dig at any individuals, at any creative works I have come across or anything else of the sort. I just sometimes find the fanon echo chambers and widely accepted headcanons a bit irritating, especially when they don't fit with canon. It's fine on a small scale. I am not the person who is gonna comment "he would not fucking say that" because its mean and those posts are mean. It's when the whole fandom seems to adopt certain ideas, and suddenly any deviation from those ideas seems wrong to fandom at large. It becomes difficult to counter those ideas without suddenly being labelled a hater. Look at all the ridiculous discourse in Good Omens fandom because of how deeply far removed from the original source material the fandom took the characters over the 4 year gap between seasons? They were literally going into Neil Gaimans inbox complaining when season 2 deviated from widely accepted fanon headcanons! To the point that Neil had to clarify that what they were complaining about was never canon to begin with!!
Anyway, this post is probably controversial enough without me prattling on any further. Let me stress one last time that you can do what you want always, and everyone should be able to play in the sandbox however they want - just please check yourselves and your prejudices and do consider if the tropes you are encouraging have any harmful implications before throwing yourself into them.
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what made you choose this muse?
Munday Asks. | accepting.
I've been writing Red for as long as I can remember.
I'm one of the few (or probably many) who have had a long attachment to him. Earliest memories gotta be sitting down on my Nana's ancient pullout couch when I was like 11, watching pokemon videos on YT on my hand-me-down gateway windows vista laptop that probably had a virus or two on it, considering it was sitting gathering dust in our musty basement, where my grandpa kept all of the computer stuff he tinkered with. It's a really vivid memory because I think it's important to me.
I was very interested in him, not because "he's just like me" (this was prior to my transition, so I really didn't have any traditional autistic symptoms at this time.) but moreso the fact that he was just mysterious and interesting. Admittedly, I was already familiar with Pokemon Adventures, so that interpretation was my first introduction. I think one day I just went down the rabbit hole and found a bunch of stuff related to him, whether it be x reader fics on deviantart or any of that fanart where he was an "uwu baby twink" (you know the ones.)
This is incredibly long-winded but every few years I would continue to get an either brief or prolonged attachment to him. Became so obsessed when I found out he was in U/SM. Because I'd been roleplaying other characters (got my start in minecraft) over the years, it was really a given that I ended up picking him up. So I did. I've been doing it on and off since...probably 2019, I think. I deleted my old blog, so I don't quite remember. It may have even been earlier than that.
I don't think he's necessarily a part of me, I think he's just provided me a lot of comfort over the years and that's why I continue to write him. He's special. That's all.
Sorry this was so long, felt added context was important.
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i think your theory about why huntric is more popular than gustholomule is partially correct but also. a lot of the fandom is teenagers who find 16 year old characters hot but are not attracted to the 12 (or maybe 13 now) year old bc he's too young for them. definitely sus when adults do it though
Yeah, I mean I'm not really interested in discussing the nuances of what teenagers find attractive I'm a grown ass adult and I am not gonna concern myself with whatever the teenage fans are doing or thinking and yeah, there's a lot of teens in the TOH fandom as there should be considering it's a show literally meant for them, but I'm gonna go out on a lim and say most of the prominent artists in the fandom who've been chruning out H*ntric content since Hunter's first face reveal are not teenagers and are in fact the same breed of fangirl that I was hoping and praying would go extinct with the J*hnlocks and the St*reks and the D*stiels and the St*ckys, the ones who always put the two pretty white men together and then gaslit themselves into thinking the show will make the ship canon one day if they just push hard enough and complain loud enough (in the case St*rek i know at least one of them got a woc love interest and you would not believe the vitriol they threw at that poor woman im just glad Willow's animated so there isnt an actress with her own face attached to the character having to deal with harassment).
I've just been in fandom spaces for a very long time and I saw this whole Huntlow anti drama coming a mile away when the first H*ntric ship posts dropped, I didn't know Willow would fall victim to the woc love interest curse but I did know that whatever the show did with Hunter was going to upset a very particular type of fan iykwim 🙄
As for Gustholomule I'm sorry, but idk if im willing to accept their age as the big reason their ship posts get less than a fourth the notes that H*ntric does, I mean look at the Supersons ship those two are even younger than Gustholomule and they've got a giant fanbase. I think there's a reason why the ship with two brown boys gets a hundred notes per fanart and the one with two white twinks gets ten thousand but thats none of my business i guess 🫖🤷♀️
#ignore me#i dont wanna tag this#i dont want this in any tags#obviously#this post wod be like hitting a hornets nest with a bat if i tagged it#nobody try to fight me on this shit im not interested
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Nostalgias got me acting unwise so I’ve decided to compile a list of vintage bmc fandom things which you’re entitled to financial compensation if you remember
Jeremy/Micheal originally being called “two players”
The script/audio boots
Everyone originally drawing Jeremy taller & then having a collective breakdown when they realized George was taller than Will
Gayradsaddad. This isn’t a drama thing I just miss them
All the askblogs that existed for like two weeks before disappearing off the face of the earth
That brief period where Joe Iconis was just answering peoples dms and answering both goofy fanon questions as well as weird nsfw stuff
“Jeremy is a twink”
Joe saying everyone in the show was a hufflepuff & there being discourse over it
When characters like Brooke & Chloes last names got revealed & it was a really big deal
People finding the Squip hot discourse. It’s more normalized now but it was like, really divisive in the old days.
Clacomics. This deserves its own post it was such a mess
Book discourse
“Is it problematic to draw Micheal smoking weed because he’s a minor”
#forthepatch
When Katlyn Carlson reposted Brooke/Chloe fanart on her instagram & said she & Lauren had headcannoned them as winding up together in the future
Christine & Jennas ship name being Cinnabun because. . .they were cinnamon rolls. . .
I’m not sure how much this was a real thing vs how much it just got blown out of proportion but people allegedly getting bullied for shipping Jeremy/Christine despite it literally being canon
That brief, terrible, period where je/rsquip was accepted followed promptly by discourse
All the crossover fanart of it with Heathers & Deh (there must have been at least 50 posts about “omg the shows are so similar because the main characters a high schooler who wears blue & talks to an invisible figure!”)
That one really popular au where Evan Hansens mom married Jeremys dad & they were stepbrothers/people shipping Evans mom/Jeremys dad in general
All the weird as hell content about Jeremy being a furry
Chloe discourse. This also deserves its own post but all of it was terrible
The eventual result of the Chloe discourse being discourse over wether it was problematic to ship Brooke/Chloe
“Is it problematic to have Rich's shipnames reference fire since the fire was actually a very traumatic event for him in canon”
People like. . . defending book Micheal and saying it was fine to fetishize asians
“Micheal has dependency issues”/”Why it’s problematic to call Micheal pure & say he did nothing wrong”
When Two Rivers theater started copyright striking a bunch of animatics for using bootleg audio
“Is it whitewashing to draw Micheal with vitiligo”
The Exit82 production fallout & people like, actually making a campaign to apologize to the theater?? (Like yeah, the audience had no understanding of theater etiquette but there are worse things than an enthusiastic crowd)
When a boot surfaced of the first thirty minutes of the Two Rivers boot and everyone lost their minds (also discourse over wether or not people should watch it because Bootleg Bad)
That’s as far as I’m willing to go since this post is already long as hell, the nyc & broadway productions discourse could be it’s own thing
#i rly dont know what or how to tag this so#I assume this is completely incomprehensible to anyone who didn't like in the bmc tag during 2017 sdfggd#tell me how many u remember its like bingo but sad#(i kid i do have fond memories & all in all I've been in way worse fandoms)#this was just interesting to remininse since i rly was there from day 1 lol#bmc
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I don’t watch anime, like with the exception Yuri on Ice once/ being in the room when it’s on, I never have.
So anyways I started My Hero Academia solely because I saw some dope fanart for characters and was like “okay I’ma try it.”
I have no clue what it’s about but here are my reactions: (will add to this in reblog was I go)
This green haired kid makes me sad- stupid foot bone
Wow mom not cool
Eww the blonde kid is an asshole
How many names do they all have?!
Is that the captain America guy? He looks like such a tweaker
Oooooooooo secret time
Shit someone save the mean kid I like him for no reason whatsoever
Green goo monster is real wack
SECRET POWER MONTAGE
Pollution is shitty, pick up your trash fools
HE EATS A HAIR. ohhhhhh this feels very Ed Gein
Go little green haired twink gooooo
Oh sheiiiiiit he is like not doing great
I don’t like the magic belly button idk why but it freaks me out
Metal calves is a little much. Someone give that boy a sedative
Oh shit. On NOOOOOOO
Also metal calf’s with the look and run- what a duck move
Save the nice mouse girl!!!!
Oh crap sauce he broke his whole shit! Like floppy legs and everything
He has to get in tho bc like that’s the whole point of being a main character THEY BETTER LET HIM IN AJAKAJSKAJAKA
HE HAS BEEN SQUEEZING HIS GRIPPIES FOR LIKE A YEAR GIVE HIM HIS ACCEPTANCE MOTHER FUCKERS HE AMA ✨pure✨
Yo this teacher just rolling up looking high as shit in a sleeping bag is a whole ass mood™️ like same bro. If I could I’d live in a sleeping bag
that scarf is chill
Sirius Blck vibes for no reason
Wooooooooooab expelled?! He might be less cool than I thought
Oooof this is painful, like Izuku is so sweaty all the time but also like much smol bean. Feel deep need to protect
Still really like this Bakugou dude- idk why. Maybe it’s the damage 🤣
All Might out here flexing for 3hrs a day with the muscles but like what does he do for his other classes? Does he not have any
Diggin the costumes
Except why he look like the energized bunny tho. It’s supes cute his mom made it but also
Seriously Bakugou looks legit as fuck
What’s up with that half and half hair kid I’ve seen in all the art? He looks like someone glued cotton puffs to his body. I don’t like this outfit
How is anyone this optimistic?
Of COURSE they have to fight each other bc plot
Woah man, I’m like into grenade hands but this seems harsh
DO NOT SHOOT THE BOY YOU CLEARLY HAVE MIXED FEELINGS FOR ITS RUDE
holy FUCK
Toasty handz done lost his fucking shit
That attack tho was clutch with the timing
Half and half hair guy- like I literally watched this show bc someone made cool art of you and you’ve said one sentence
But you still have potential
When you ditch the marshmallow outfit also what’s your power quirk thingy
Also this bird faced dude and frog girl I’m kinda confused by
Woooooah metal calf’s taking this real serious™️ and that’s on type A personality shit
Running running running
I feel like team hero would be all like that but one of them is barfing rainbows and little Izuku is straight up *le dead*
Yo, the nurse lady with the kisses is gon get so tired of his ass
Me @my partner in the other room “DOES HE EVER STOP BREAKING SHIT OR IS HE A ONE HIT WONDER FOREVER?!”
Apparently it takes ✨patience✨ he got swole In like one episode and now? Like 8 broken bones
How am I on episode 8?
This theme music was annoying but now I’m dancing in my room because okay then
shoot spicy hands is in trouble- like idk why I like him? Is it because I like toxic problem children with deep seeded issues?
And also why does he feel like he is secretly not with the straight
Is everyone going to be straight? The art I saw promised the gay- it’s why I’m here
Okay- Momo whoever you are: nice boobs but that BRAIN THO
Up next: a guy with 9 arms and an invisible girl
Like the fur hood but on the shoulder it’s a ✨statement piece✨
Replicate any body part?
YO ICY TWO-HAIR IS HERE
seriously what is this tin foil
ELSA
he speaks
Yooooooo he froze the whole ass fucking building that’s on BDE
Oh shit the tail. Did NOT see that coming
oh nooo WHAT HE HAS HOT HNDS TOOOOOOO
Bakugou about to be big mad
Todoroki (had to look up spelling) this dude is awesome
Elbow tape?
This spiked haired ginger with the bane mask and sharp teeth seems real excited about life
“No major injuries except for my adopted son who is a walking disaster”
*Cough cough * tweaker dads back- this answered my teaching question tho
“Already a regular patient” 🤣🤣🤣 she is like Edna mode sized nana
I feel like this is foreshadowing that only 4 peeps know he ate a magic musketeers hair
I really need to sleep but homie still in the hospital so I can’t
“Choke me with his scarf” 🤣🤣🤣🤣
#Friendsssssss
Jesus metal calves needs a fucking drink idgaf if he 12 he looks 42 and gives me stress
Oh no, Bakugou is big pouty. Come back bro- y’all can kiss and make up it’s fine. Without you there is no plot
NO HE ISNT GOONG TO TWLL HOM NO NO NO
Jesus fucking shit fire he just barfed that info out on the floor
Pro Tip: don’t tell this kid shit
Friends to Enemies to super enemies to......?????
Yo number one hero or big villain energy? Regardless I stan your problematic ass
DAD’S BACK
#HeroSpeechTime
Yo no COME BACK FOOL
“Kee chasing after him” there is NO WAY this munchkin is straight
#my hero academia#mha#first time watching#live reaction#midoriya izuku#todoroki shōto#katsuki bakugou#all might
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What's your opinion on the whole feminine George and Acelerate being a fetish thing. I tend to like hearing your opinions because you don't try to sugarcoat things to please people.
My issue is why are people suddenly upset. Everyone seemed fine with Heatwaves, maid dress George fanart etc before why has everyone suddenly become an anti. Regarding Accelerate being a mlm nblm fetish, the authors are mlm nblm and I don't think you can fetishize yourself, also George's fictional characters whole gimmick is to be a fishnet wearing, red lipstick, seductive flag girl. That's the whole point so "making George feminine is like making it a straight relationship" is the dumbest fucking thing.
"Making George the bottom is making him the female in the relationship" Okay so you're saying that women can't be tops? What about lesbian couples are they both bottoms? Shit like this infuriates me like your argument is so fucking stupid like you just sound fucking stupid. However I will add that calling George a bottom is acceptable however calling him a twink is weird. I think if people were saying that instead of bottom then it's fine to correct them but getting mad at bottom is just weird to me (as a pillow princess)
Why are people suddenly gatekeeping fanfiction...... The whole thing about straight girls can't enjoy LGBTQ+ relationships without it being seen as a fetish is stupid. It's like saying only straight people can watch straight people porn. Why are you gatekeeping couples from people. "You're a straight person so that automatically means that if you like a same sex couple then it's a fetish and it's weird and gross"
Don't even get me started on the whole "George wearing dresses and skirts makes him feminine thing" The people who say that drawing George in a dress are the same people who say that clothing has no gender. Why does George in a dress suddenly make it a man wearing a female wardrobe why now do clothes suddenly have a gender huh?
The same people who say that people are femininizing George by having him as "the female counterpart" for the fanfic tropes are the people saying that George shaving his legs is a girly thing, maybe the guy just doesn't like body hair, maybe he doesn't have leg hair in general, maybe he's cosplaying a naked molerat or sphinx cat.
Regarding George's boundaries, First off he's awful at having them so any that have been said I take with a grain of salt unless I'm shown proof of George saying/tweeting it. So I've seen some people say that George has one boundary of not being edited or drawn with a maid dress or cat ears. (If you have proof of George saying this please feel free to send it me and correct me on this bit) however the only reason I sort am a bit ???? about it is because of Dream liking multiple fanarts of cheerleader Dream Team and both Dream and George liking a fanart of them both in strawberry dresses and I feel like if he didn't like maid dresses he wouldn't like the strawberry dress or cheerleader outfits either also I feel like if it was one of his boundaries Dream wouldn't like it either.
In my opinion unless George states otherwise nobody should be getting mad at people for drawing George in "girl clothes". Also if you are someone who's either getting mad at a piece of fiction or is gatekeeping it you need to seriously take a fucking walk outside because that's so dumb. Sure some people are going to fetishize LGBTQ+ relationships but that doesn't make it right to attack them for enjoying something. What happened to finally letting girls do/enjoy normal things without being attacked.
Also a lot of people who are invested in LGBTQ+ relationships are people who are unsure about their sexuality and fanfiction is a way to help them either feel more secure or to give them the "experience" and "knowledge" that they wouldn't get normally. It's the same as people speculating about others sexuality, it can be incredibly damaging as a closeted LGBTQ+ person to be told stuff like that.
YOU CAN FINISH READING HERE THIS NEXT BIT IS JUST A BIT EXTRA THAT I WANTED TO ADD BECAUSE I'M NOW VENTING ABOUT LGBTQ+ RELATIONSHIPS AND SEXUALITY.
In my own experience me and my ex both figured out that we weren't straight after getting drunk, watching various versions of porn and realising that neither of us were enjoying the straight one and he wasn't interested in the wlw at all (turns out he was gay as hell and I was a lesbian {now bisexual})
A good example to watch is Inabbers video about Dream and queerbaiting because he brings up a really good point about how accusing close friends who flirt as queerbaiters might seem like a funny joke but if one was secretly closeted jokes like that can heavily prevent a coming out out of fear of it being seen as a joke/cover/meme etc. He said himself that he was going to come out earlier but he has fears of it because of jokes like that.
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The Raven Boys thoughts
ch 1: boi I thought gansey was the bald one 😔 anyway the bald bitch and the nerd who looks like a twink in every fanart are gay
ch 15: wow guys nothing has happened so far... nothing..... we're almost 200 pages in and nothing that interesting has happened, I know the plot is setting in and the pace is starting to speed up a little but wow so far this already isnt my fav book of the series I think
ch 24: ok the pace is starting to pick up and I'm really enjoying it rn, I still see gansey as this polo wearing and golf player fucker but he's getting better I guess, Ronan can fuck off sometimes he's so edgy it irks me a little
on this and on the previous chapter they saw/hallucinated some stuff at that hollow tree and then at the end gansey was like "ohh blue was the missing person/thing I feel so connected to her something something" and tbh I did not enjoy that very much it was a bit 😬😐 for me bc I just dont like when this type of connection between characters bc it feels like the author is trying to force/speed up a relationship they just dont have yet?? and we the readers must accept they feel the connection in their souls and it just feels so right for them to be around each other when in reality it feels a bit lazy to me..... I'm still halfway through the book so it's not like I can complain for real but still ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
ch 42 maybe?? : okay just something's I wanna tall about: can we pay respect to Maggie stiefvater and how organic she made Adam deciding to wake the ley line?? bc it was GREAT and I deeply loved it, i know i said that the book felt boring and very slow and how it needed to pick up the pace but i think this trilogy falls into the lotr/hobbit category where it's one big movie (in the specific case, book) divided into 3 so it would be easier to digest and I think this makes total sense, everything I've read so far (from chap 33 to here) feels so perfectly paced and planed but still it feels natural, when Adam was coming back home and he had a confrontation (well, not really) with his dad it just felt like was supposed to happen at that time with those exact words describing everything and mwah I'm loving it so much
also!! boi do Adam and blue sound so cute together, when he said he wanted to kiss her I was like
bc holy shit do they make a cute couple EVEN THOUGH I do know she ends up with gansey and their energy is also really good but goddamn do they look cute together and to think he would have been her first kiss too I'm going insane rn brub oh my god
also maybe it's the 21 year old in me talking but god did I wish they were one or two years older, it just kinda makes me a bit :// reading to 16 year olds being this traumatized about life in general and I feel like it honestly would change much if all this happened in the meantime they're about to turn 18 bc it would still be a ya book but it would be just?? more comprehensive I guess, adam dialogue about making up enough money to leave his house and getting into a good college so he can live a good life and have a home finally baby that's a 17 year old talking and feeling the pressure of the so called adulthood and being so close to being independent but also still being so young and !!!! I just feel like it would make more sense to me personally
re: about gansey's glasses: did I miss something or have the part where he gets glasses already went by?? bc he shower up at blue's home wearing white ones and there was no tall about it?? nothing else and it makes me feel like I missed something and I'm not sure yet
ch 48 and ending thoughts: ok. I'm not really sure what to feel about it bc even I had a rocky beginning with it I did end up really liking the ending but it left such a big taste of wanting more than I got that it just kinda makes me feel like it was, in a way, a prologue for the second book, where I imagine things will be more intense and already be in motion plot-wise. I have many question but my biggest one is that wow apparently that was the big explanation for gansey wearing glasses?? bc it honestly looks like I missed something or a chapter where something happens and he got glasses, his fight with whelck did break his thumb but it somehow got him glasses too?? or what the hospital like "yeah you're blind so fuck here's some glasses bitch"?? and Adam mentioned something on his face from their fight and??? was the discussion their fight and how did it hurt gansey's face?????? HOW???
not only that but also Adam sacrificed himself and how exactly does that affects him?? or was the whole "oh I've sacrificed myself my whole life" dialogue supposed to explain something?? bc yeah it kinda did but I was left with the thought that he would be kinda like a puppet I guess? bc he said he would sacrifice himself so in a way he wouldnt be himself anymore and there would be something else controlling him and maybe that was just my imagination wanting to guess what was going to happen now
I did think there would be the classic sacrifice scene and that whelck would try to shot gansey and that Adam would step in front of him or idk bc the scenario wasn't really solid in my mind and I did have trouble trying to figure out who was in what place but it was fine I guess
how on earth did Noah pull out chainsaw from his dreams?? man what the heck I need to read the second book
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You're so right about the Will Roland fanart problems. It seems like back when Will Roland was only known for Jared people were way more proWill because he could be their funny meme boi who ate bathbombs but now that he's a lead with all these emotional songs it's like God forbid he's not their "twink bby". Idk it annoys me so much especially when people draw the rest of the Broadway cast and still use WillC or do an animatic with WillRs voice and WillCs character ugh like. Accept the Roland pls
lmao we are all just out here grabbing the mic like “attention all bastards: Look, just because will roland isn’t your ideal fancast for most adorable twink of the year - “
really like, i have never come across any signs of there having been any pattern in the deh fandom of ~taking issue~ with will’s Abilities to sing or play the part of a struggling teen or whatever like what crops up re: him being the lead in bmc.....it also is unsurprising yet disappointing that like, jared and alana are so easily completely ignored, but when they Are acknowledged it’s super flattened interpretations like, either they’re both hypocritical jerks (just based on evan’s gfy accusations basically lol) or if they’re actually viewed in a positive way it’s just like, alana is your friendly local Model Student and jared is memes and neither of them are in the way! :3
you litrally cannot ignore jeremy the Whole Entire Main Character tho and also like. can’t ignore the fact that caring about jeremy as a Romantique Lead is ahhh important to many ppl in the fanbase? so him being regarded as ~less cute~ is more of an Issue b/c the character must be taken seriously and is the sympathetic hero and has a lot more solo material / more of Any material / more focus than jared does in deh.........you Have To Look At Him and care about his actual feelings and not just misinterpret the character as “has no serious emotions b/c he doesn’t say serious things in a serious tone” the way ppl misinterpret jared. there’s the assumption that someone who is good / sympathetic should also be attractive / cute / Personally Appealing To Look At and that wasn’t as much a conflict when ppl didn’t think it was important to sympathize / care about / pay attention to jared too much, and the “conflict” of caring abt jeremy’s capacity for a romantic relationship but that’s less important if he’s not as Cute also not being as much an issue when most people don’t care about jared’s romantic feelings or think that they exist despite jared being in love with evan But Anyways
like it is wild the things people will just make up to “justify” their Dislike for will, which has only manifested as apparent Issues thanks to him playing jeremy rather than jared........there’s the classic “mm idk i don’t think he can sing that well” approach which like. some people are just trying to say they do not like the inherent descriptive qualities of his voice, which is more nasal obviously and don’t anyone come in here with the “Actually the Technical definition of Nasal re Vocals is” b/c we know what i mean, alright? nasal voices are not considered ~serious~ and there’s the kneejerk dumb-annoying-loser-nerd association. god knows that jeremy heere canNot have characteristics that could be automatically judged as irritating and unappealing. then there’s the notion that He doesn’t have the (vocal) range!! which like. do you honestly think they would cast someone who doesn’t have the correct range. you’re aware that will roland was being considered for the part of jeremy in the two river run up to the last round of callbacks. you know that the song that was literally written expressly to suit will roland’s individual voice and singing abilities makes use of his falsetto which people go “omg he can’t hit those high notes” except sometimes when they misattribute his falsetto to other singers they suddenly find it worth complimenting. and then you get people who like, want to subscribe to this softened version of it and get all backhanded like “oh i think will’s vocals are improving whew that’s good” in any random video and always Only single him out apparently like. did you think he gets worse with experience? you don’t wanna talk about any of these other professional singers improving or worsening or anything? only wanna give ur assessment of william’s huh
honestly i for real haven’t seen the 1.0 version b/c i’m here via will roland in the first place & i’ve never gotten the impression that there’s some Essential Content i’m missing out on by having only seen 2.0........but between a) people complaining that will r’s jeremy is Too Frustrated He Shouldn’t Be That Angry It Makes Him Less Sympathetic and b) saying just as a point of comparison betwixt the depictions that will r’s jeremy is more frustrated and c) i haven’t read That much bmc fic but people sure talk about jeremy being like five seconds away from bursting into tears at any given moment which like, okay yeah aren’t we all, but also i presume this stems from will c’s apparently Sadder portrayal of jeremy. i almost forgot where i was going with this one but i think it’s just that yeah people truly take issue with will r’s jeremy being more frustrated and it’s like you realize there’s no Right or Wrong portrayal / interpretation even if you prefer one for whatever reasons......theatre just is Like that.......you have a slightly different portrayal during ever performance even from the same actors, and you’ll often have different actors playing the role........yeah people usually are attached to the first performance they see / have that as their Standard and that’s fine, it’s just like, you don’t have to decide that’s an Objective view and that you have Objective issues with everyone else’s take. 1.0 is still there for you
uhhhh oh yeah and the whole Clout idea lmao......people really putting themselves out there shaking their heads at the supposed fact that will was cast for the off bway run to Boost Popularity b/c he was part of the deh obc......besides the whole thing that it’s hardly likely that would’ve been considered necessary anyhow, there’s the little thing that a) again, will roland had already been very seriously considered for the part even before will connolly was decided on for the original run and b) like.....these people had been collaborating for eons and you really think will roland only popped into their minds thanks to being in deh....and c) joe iconis has repeatedly said they specifically did Not want to cast people based on who was Known enough and whose names would be good for marketing and d) maybe anyone has noticed that the marketing never involved any mention of anyone in the cast? no? cool. and yet people like so truly think they’re Wise to ~real reason~ that they’d go and cast will roland as the lead. like people are making shit up and really just thinking it’s true b/c they Want it to be true b/c they Want to be validated in having actual contempt for will’s casting despite the “issue” being that he doesn’t seem as Likeable (worthy of sympathy...cough...) thanks to his deemed-unattractive looks and sweetly-adenoidal voice and more-frustrated portrayal all seeming less cute or whatever
and i mean i haven’t seen it crop up of late but the one particular Grasping At Straws ~justification~ for will being unworthy of the part thanks to perceived acting/singing incompetence which is soooo wild is when people are like “ough i Hate when he just holds his arms out when he sings” like fmslkdj if anything that’s just an individual quirk and the fact that it was something you noticed means you just latched on to it as potential fodder for “the fact i registered this information abt someone whose existence i Resent means it distracted me which means i hate it and it’s bad”...like another thing he does with his hands while singing is when he makes the loose claws and kind of half crosses his arms in front of his chest! where are the complaints about that?? nowhere, b/c people have not really processed it as a particular thing, so they can’t deem it a Particular Thing To Criticize. people sometimes Notice that his jared talks with his hands a lot, which will says is an acting choice that came from an unconscious tendency, but people really only bring it up to juxtapose will’s jared’s dramatic tendencies and nervous habits with sky’s jared’s more outwardly still and smoothed-over behavior. aka they don’t Complain about it or deem it a weakness / bad thing. and yet people caring about bmc are really jumping on that chance to be like oh ugh there he goes again, having a characteristic i associate with him as an individual, disgusting, can’t believe will connolly was murdered for this..
it’s a bit clearer too with bmc moreso than deh that people aren’t super willing to accept how will roland Looks b/c like, thanks to will connolly’s jeremy having the long hair thing you can Tell The Difference In Which Actor Is Represented when ppl draw the character even if the rest of the features are kind of “generic” (and how even the costuming isn’t a dead giveaway since ppl will draw connolly jeremy in 2.0/3.0′s outfits) and it even serves to specify the actor in writing format too if they mention the hair lol........and honestly?? this fact is one of the most damning things lol in that people the reason so many ppl continue to produce connolly-based jeremys is Not because for whatever reason they can’t / it’s too difficult to draw a will roland lookin jeremy......like a lot of the time The trait which serves to distinguish between the two is the hair thing. people are adopting jeremy’s new costuming and stuff but choosing to make sure we know that jeremy does not Look like will roland and the clearest indicator of this is the longer hair thing......which also means that for many people the main effort they’d need to exert to make it clear they’re drawing wrol jeremy would just be to....shorten the hair. And Yet!!!! it is apparently beyond people to do this
like uh nice on making a lgw animatic but really.........really we’re gonna take the song that is specifically from the 2.0 / 3.0 runs, so it’s obvious we’re Accepting that non-1.0 content, okay......and we’re Accepting will roland’s vocals, which, a person’s voice is a physical trait of theirs too, same as The Existence Of Their Body........and yet jeremy Cannot Look Like How Will Roland Looks, that’s too far, can’t do that. we can take material from the specific versions the actor was cast in, that material being a song written specifically for this individual actor’s voice, in the form of this actor’s actual vocals......but can’t have the depicted image of jeremy be based on this actor’s appearance..............of all the......
really all that it is is that more people find will connolly more attractive than will roland and this makes them feel like will roland Is Worse and then the people who just run with that either just embrace that and are crashing around on public forums saying Lol i hate him cuz he’s ugly lmao....and then you have people who don’t wanna do that but don’t wanna actually examine why they ~take issue~ with will being cast and so they’ve gotta leap on any Other things about him that feel more acceptable / Objective like oh the portrayal is “Wrong” (that’s not how this works) or he can’t sing well enough (yeah he can) or high enough (yeah he can) or he was stunt cast (no he wasn’t) or they wanna label every characteristic / trait they can think up that Isn’t his physical appearance as Annoying And Bad like. maybe stop and ask why you find it SO pressing that this other actor has the part and it Must be objectively inferior if not ruinous for reasons you gotta invent about him being incompetent cuz it’s better to make stuff up about how a professional actor isn’t good enough for a part than to say you don’t think he’s cute enough and are bothered by that
it didn’t matter as much to people when they viewed his character as either Just A Joke or Just A Jerk or flat-out disposable material. being attractive is for serious sympathetic beloved characters, natch
unfortunately jeremy can’t be written off as The Unimportant Meme Friend With No Real Feelings so now there’s a whole problem if an actor is not as cute
like b/c of the way he looks ppl can accept that a character played by will roland can be funny or can be rude or can really not be too important to take seriously / consider complex or sympathetic or likeable beyond being a walking Running Joke, but when it comes to a sympathetic main character whose emotional state is so important it’s practically assigned a character and who’s a romantic lead? now people have a problem with him looking the way will roland does
#''grandma poison water SNAPPED'' post but it's me going off about people's campaign of insisting they dislike his casting for Totally Valid#and the common tendency to reject him in particular out of all 2.0 / 3.0 changes#won't draw him won't write him won't let him be the jeremy in the song written for him!#i'm not gonna beat around the bush on this topic. like it is just Nonsense#and it's all b/c people can't examine their kneejerk displeasure at jeremy being ~downgraded~ to a guy whose appearance they deem less attra#Anonymous
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Cat Out of the Bag
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Chapter 1: Prologue & The Encounter
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Neko!Hank Anderson x Artist/Author!Connor
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Swearing (assume this’ll be in all future chapters as well lol), A tad of Violence, Panic attack similar to my own, Blood/Injury Mention
Word Count: 9,453 (I have no clue how to write short chapters/fics lol)
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Synopsis:
“I ain’t some starvin’, twink cat that you can just bring home and teach how to trust and love or whatever the fuck else books try to say. Hell, I’m not even a Persian or Maine Coon cat with those bushy, pale tails like people always love to give us bears. I’m just an old, fat calico.”
“I personally don’t agree with the stereotypes as well. But as I offered before, you’re always welcome to leave. The front door is right there, I’m not keeping you trapped here... If you wanted to stay, though, I can make you breakfast? You can watch me make your breakfast, or you can make it yourself if you want.”
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~> Next
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Growing up, Connor was always stuck in the worlds he fabricated in his mind, and he wasn’t ashamed of it like his family tried to tell him to be. Even when he would introduce himself to people since middle school, he would always say his name then state that he had an uncontrollably active imagination, and if they ever are speaking to him and he doesn’t appear to be actively listening that they should try to not be offended. He just simply found inspiration and was committing whatever it was to memory to come back to later, or has laid out a simple plot to follow along later. He really meant no harm or disrespect to them.
Let’s just say that, among the school’s nerds, jocks, or other cliques, “Crazy Connor” did not fit into any social group, and regularly gained more bullies than friends. He never minded too much, though. He always lived vicariously through his character’s lives which he created, and they always had plenty of friends and allies they could turn to when in trouble. That’s all he needed, or at least, that’s what he always convinced himself so he wouldn’t become swallowed by loneliness.
By his first year in high school, he wrote an entire book, and by the end of his first year, he wrote another, longer one. For his second year in high school, he was “gently persuaded” into taking an art class for whatever reason the school offered (he wasn’t listening on purpose that time), and he discovered he had a natural gift in the subject. With the encouragement of his art teacher and his one and only friend, Markus, he started posting his artworks on a blog he created just for this purpose, that way he didn’t flood his normal social medias with the unusual content. Soon after, he bought himself the equipment to start doing digital art and quickly switched to that for any piece that wasn’t a graded assignment.
By the end of Connor’s second year, an online social media influencer found the one fanart of them he made– and his blog and all of his other works by extension– by pure chance. After some talking and interactions, they asked if they could commission him to do a small line of t-shirt merch designs. Of course, Connor said yes. They loved it, and so did the customers and fans who looked at and bought the t-shirts. He still knows to this day that he is more than extremely lucky to have had this chance.
After designing the merch, his art blog started gaining more attention, and by christmas break of his third year in high school, he was making more money each month than any student he knew with a job. He got donations from very generous people just for sharing his art and little comic scenes, and he regularly got commissions from people, and was even asked to create pin and more t-shirt designs for that same online influencer. Connor never gave up writing, however, he simply never posted it anywhere public. Although, as soon as he turned 18 early in his Senior year, he immediately self-published the first book he wrote after doing some heavy editing (it was an actual cringefest trying to read through it), and made it well known on his blog that more were coming in the somewhat-near future.
It didn’t do too well, to say the least. A world where nekojins and inujins don’t exist, especially for the sake of not making certain things in the plot happen conveniently and provide crude or perverted humor? It doesn’t fly for most people. He didn’t give up, though, of course not. He expected this book to not do well at all, so he wasn’t put off in the slightest. He self-published his next book during his final new year’s break of high school, which ended up doing much better than his first, considering it was a fantasy adventure genre and had a nekojin as one of the main characters. Looking back on it now, this is probably where his career in writing first started.
Up until this point, Connor was convinced he’d be stuck at a nine-to-five office job for his entire life, since he couldn’t see himself doing what he loved due to the lack of publisher and author connections and, as much as he loves art, that’s not where his true passion lies. He knew that he’d eventually get burnt out if it were his job and only source of income. Although, he also couldn’t imagine doing something he actively disliked because he would rather rip his hair out than be an accountant or anything of the sort like what his family wanted. However, this second book made him realise that it could be possible to do what he wanted full time.
As Connor very soon found out, nekojins and inujins weren’t popularly a main character in books or any media for that matter, and if they were, the book almost always had a forbidden love type of plot or the partial-human was a slave of some sort of one of the other main characters. The fact that Connor, a high schooler, wrote a book with a kick-ass nekojin who gives no fucks and takes no shits as a main character with a pure human lover/sidekick was decidedly open minded and extremely controversial.
At one point, an encounter with a reporter brought up the question of how he found the courage to make such a bold statement. Connor felt somewhat guilty when he admitted that this story idea had just been in his head for so long and it just had a bad-ass nekojin as the main character. He put no thought into what people would think about it or what kind of statement it could possibly give. It’s just what the story always was, so he made it how it is. Simple as that.
And apparently that was an open minded answer. The fact that he hadn’t even thought about what the public might think and didn’t care whatsoever that the main character was a nekojin proved that in his head was a world that easily existed where partial humans and pure humans lived in perfect equality. The writers of those articles weren’t exactly wrong, but Connor still didn’t like how every single one of his artworks and writing pieces were soon heavily criticized and people looked far more into them than even Connor himself thought was possible. It was almost intriguing how people could pull such in-depth ideas and conspiracies from works that were made simply because he thought “Oh, this kind of pose looks cool for this character” and “Wow, these colors look cool with it so we’ll smash them together like this” and “Ta Da! I did it! I made a thing! Look guys!”.
By the time he graduated, he was in the midst of self-publishing a third book that Connor carefully picked because the story line didn’t have anything blatantly controversial in it. His fourth or fifth ones didn’t have anything especially attention-grabbing in them either. Although, that’s just how he planned them in his head. Yes, he did have other titles deemed more risky and controversial, but he didn’t release them only because he didn’t want that kind of attention on him again yet. Eventually, all the controversy surrounding Connor had died down once people began realising that such a large statement from him was likely going to be a one time deal. All that was left behind from the ordeal was a sudden spike in interest and income from the people who found his work because of the fuss.
Yes, he hated that partial human slavery still existed, and no, he never planned on getting one of his own and helping the economy of those types of businesses, but he couldn’t gather the bravery needed to make any grand statements on his blog and march along with the groups of people trying to make things equal. He had morals and human decency, but they apparently didn’t run deep enough to make him less terrified of the mass of negative attention he once faced, so he supported the protesters in spirit for doing what he can’t with minor guilt.
He still feels that way even now at 32 years old. He’s lucky enough to no longer be a starving artist, and he moved out of Markus’ and Simon’s shared apartment to live on his own a couple years ago. He still mainly does digital pieces when creating art, but he took inspiration from Markus and his father and started using different types of traditional medias again. Although, somewhere down the line, art stopped being the larger source of his income, and started being extra cash he put into savings and funding for larger luxury items– such as trips across America for more experiences that he could use in his art and books.
He no longer has to self-publish anymore, yet he still occasionally does under an alias when his agent, a good friend of his by the name Luther, wants him to change too many aspects of a book to make it more commercialized. He has told Connor in the past that he comes up with other manuscripts to pitch quickly compared to the other writers he works with, so he doesn’t worry too often about Connor self-publishing something he didn’t accept. He understands that, to Connor, these aren’t just books, these are tiny pieces of himself in written form. Though, Luther always goes into detail about what parts he doesn’t like and why because there are times where Connor decides that the world in his head would be made better with the changes Luther wanted.
Connor is currently heading home after one of said moments. He just got done with a meeting to pitch his next potential book, and Luther had suggested that he change the time travel portion in it to make it a trilogy and expand on some character’s backstory and development. Connor, not understanding why he hadn’t written a series of any kind yet, since most of his books are rather long, quickly and happily agreed to go home and edit large chunks of it to make it work.
He wonders if he can somehow convince Luther or the publishing company to hold off on publishing the books until all three are completed. Connor hates waiting months for sequels and much prefers having all of the books in a series so he can binge them, and he knows that he’s far from the only one who feels this way. They probably won’t stall until all 3 books are fully completed, though. He’ll just have to somehow work quicker than usual without getting burnt out, or pitch a different book from his list of ideas to work on in the meantime.
Connor blinks out of his head to pause and take in the scenery around him. Connor’s lucky to live in a more suburban area. He’s always been an extremely light sleeper, so he could never get much rest when he lived in the city with his family. The nearest area like that is just far enough away that the only evidence of it being there are the skyscrapers in the distance and the fact there are precisely 14 stars on a clear night sky, and on the nights that aren’t clear, the clouds over the downtown area have an enchanting glow to them.
In the area Connor lives in now, most of the roads are all one lane per direction, with the exception of the main roads with the stores and sloppy grids of traffic lights. This is where Connor is right now, walking along the strangely empty sidewalk. He lives in one of the apartment buildings in the area, and the rumble of cars and occasional shrieks of emergency vehicles are enough to make him want to move back to Markus’ quieter area, despite there still being five more months left on his two-year lease. Looking off to the side where his apartment building should be, Connor decides that he should start hunting for other apartments if he really wants to move somewhere else.
Connor pulls out his phone to take a picture of the serene scene he’s just been greeted by. The setting sun casting the sky in a brilliantly beautiful gradient of rich orange and gold. He has to shove the small sense of guilt away for thinking something that air pollution has caused is gorgeous, because that’s exactly what it is. The small trees that are planted in the middle of the wide sidewalk on the other side of the road look like a black void is trying to rip and glitch its way into swallowing the sky whole, yet is always coming up short. The road he walks along is empty for now due to the traffic light glowing red behind him, which gives him a chance to get an unobscured picture.
This is the perfect scene to paint back at home. Maybe it’s just the thing to finally get him out of his art block.
Connor quickly snaps several pictures at varying levels of brightness and contrast before the light turns green. He quickly puts his phone away and continues on his way home. Honestly, Connor should have taken an Uber or something instead of walking, but he isn’t regretting it quite yet. He probably will in a few minutes, though, when the only light will be from the moon and the occasional street light. He supposes he can always call an Uber now, but he’s currently only a fifteen minute walk away from his apartment complex if he doesn’t take the shortcut through the trees, closer to ten minutes if he does.
Besides, the air is nice and cool for once, if not a bit on the humid side– but that’s just what happens when you live along the east coast, you get non-stop humid air. On top of the air being nice, Connor really needs to get more of it from outside, rather than the stale air inside. The last time he left his apartment (besides hopping into his car for grocery, work, or mail related journeys) was probably a little under a year ago, maybe a little over. Sure, once in a while he’ll open his windows, but that isn’t the same as being outside, feeling the sun on his skin and slight breeze in his hair.
Huh, that could make a cool land in his series. A place where no matter where a person stands within the small civilization, there is always wind to be felt. They could remain protected and unspotted with the use of a force field of sorts that spreads itself over the town. Maybe that could be because they are a true neutral civilization and don’t want any part in the war–
A thud of something hitting metal immediately followed by a quiet groan of pain interrupts Connor’s wandering train of thought. He probably wouldn’t have even heard it if he hadn’t retained his habit of somehow being alert to his surroundings while zoned out from back when he was in school. He doesn’t even know where the painful sounds came from, but that doesn’t matter because he wouldn’t just jump in to other people’s problems. What if there isn’t anything happening at all and that was just someone who tripped and fell?
So he checks the time (for evidence purposes, just in case) and keeps walking straight, hyper aware of every little movement and sound around him, yet never turning his head. That is, until he jumps at the abrupt sound of sharp laughter coming from behind the boutique that’s closed for the night.
“The fucker’s weak and already passing out! Who would’ve guessed! Ha!” a nasally voice taunts. Connor freezes against both his will and better judgement.
“Should we call some place to pick ‘im up? We could get some extra cash?” a woman asks.
“Hell no!” a masculine voice shouts, “Who the hell do you think would want an old, fat neko like him, anyway. We’d be doing everyone a favor by just killing it.”
That gets Connor moving silently into the narrow alley towards the voices. He may be socially awkward and loathe conflict, but he grew up training in different types of combat and self-defense. If someone’s life is in danger, he damn sure will fight, and as long as none of these people have a gun, he will win.
“Uh, I didn’t fuckin’ sign up for murder.” the nasally voice says uneasily, “I just wanted to go out and have a good time.”
“Ugh, it’s not like we’d get caught. And even if we did for some reason, we would get a slap on the wrist at most.”
“Are you actually that fuckin’ stupid, Damien?” the woman snaps. “If we kill him, that will be seen as worse than killing an animal. Even I’m not stupid enough to think that we’d get away with something that in a place out in the open like this. Someone’s gonna have to take out trash, and evidence of us being here is everywhere.”
Connor finally lets himself fall still, ceasing his silent shuffling towards the corner. He presses against the wall in hopes to lower the chances of being spotted, and promptly rests his back on something sticky. He jumps forward just slightly, but not enough to be seen.
“What was that?” the first guy asks.
But is apparently loud enough to be heard.
Connor braces himself for a fight, tensing up and getting into position–
“Dude, you’re being paranoid. Let’s just get the fuck out of here. I’m bored, anyway, and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.” The supposed ringleader persuades, his boots thumping on the concrete as he walks away. Connor lets himself relax, thankful that nothing more is going to happen for now.
“Same. C’mon.” The woman starts following him if the sound of clacking heels is anything to go by.
There’s a relieved sigh, then one last set of footsteps walking away. Luckily, based off of the sounds of scuffling and skateboards from around the corner, there’s another way to get in and out of that place besides the one Connor is hiding in. He stays completely still and silent for several minutes after they’re gone, just to make sure they won’t come back. When he finally feels that it’s safe enough to look at the time on his phone, only twelve minutes have passed since he last checked it.
Taking a deep breath, he moves himself out of his hiding place. He spots the large nekojin laying against a dumpster in the alley and can immediately tell that the 911 emergency responders won’t do much, if anything, for him because there’s no collar around his neck and no obvious lethal wounds. The poor guy’s got blood in his hair, which is grey with age, and there’s a bit of blood on the ground and dumpster where he was presumably knocked down. His wrist is also zip tied to the back handle of the dumpster, so his arm is raised high above his head and Connor can see where the zip tie is digging into his skin. He watches as the man takes a small breath with a small sigh of relief.
That seems to make something in Connor click, because he’s suddenly dropping to his knees to check for any less obvious injuries. First thing’s first, Connor removes the zip tie from the man’s wrist by jamming his fingernail between the latch and tail slowly undoing the loop. He carefully puts the man’s arm down by his side. Connor only knows so much about first aid and injuries from past, admittedly extensive research for his books and comic scenes, but he does remember how to spot the signs of various broken bones. He also knows that won’t be enough to make sure he’s actually okay.
Therefore, he yanks his phone out of his pocket and texts his friend, Kara, who is some kind of doctor, hoping that she’ll be kind enough to come and look this guy over herself. It’s not like Connor wouldn’t pay her for her expertise, after all.
Connor Child Today at 19:28 (7:28)
Hey, are you busy right now?
Connor doesn’t even have time to repocket his phone before it vibrates in his hand. She mustn't be busy, if she responded so quickly.
Best Mom Friend Today at 19:28 (7:28)
i’m free. what’s up
Connor Child Today at 19:29 (7:29)
You know how you’re a doctor? Are you, like, a general doctor, or are you specialized in something? And is there a difference between pure and partial humans medically/biologically?
Best Mom Friend Today at 19:30 (7:30)
We’ll call it a general one. and no there aren’t major differences besides the tail and ears and heightened senses and all that jazz.
weren’t you just with luther? what happened?
Connor Child Today at 19:20 (7:30)
I was, but I found an injured Nekojin that was beat up by these three assholes while walking home. It doesn’t look life threatening, but I’m not a doctor and I also have no way of getting him to my place.
When Kara doesn’t respond immediately, Connor carefully lifts up the large man’s shirt, carefully avoiding touching his white, tan, and black blotched tail that’s draped protectively across his chest before he passed out. He notes that there’s a lot of bruising, which could mean a few things, some worse than others. He’s taking even breaths instead of short, sporadic ones, though, which could be a good sign. After checking a few other things tenderly and carefully, Connor decides that it’s probably okay to carefully lay the stranger down so he can check his back.
It’s immediately apparent that they jumped him from behind. The entire back of his shirt has blood all over it, and some blood on the wall and dumpster where he was leaned against them. After a solid twenty seconds of processing what he’s seeing and choosing what to do about this first, Connor finally forces himself to tenderly lift the back of his shirt up. He notices that none of the cuts should be deep enough to do any lasting damage beyond scars. He doesn’t even think blood loss should be a problem, since the blood wasn’t even visible for the most part until he was rolled over. That doesn’t account for any possible internal bleeding though, and for the fact that Connor still isn’t a doctor.
At that thought, Kara finally messages back with perfect timing.
Best Mom Friend Today at 19:34 (7:34)
first of all, where are you?
second of all, you shouldn’t bring strangers into your home.
third of all, you should take him to a hospital anyway.
Connor cringes at his phone at the last suggestion, then begins typing.
Connor Child Today at 19:35 (7:35)
We both know he won’t get proper care at a hospital, especially since he doesn’t appear to have a collar or a way of contacting someone who will pay off the debt for the stay. Also, I’ve already thought about every other option besides bringing him to a hospital and they all end with him getting abandoned and/or hurt again out here. I don’t wanna leave him like that.
It’s then that Connor realizes that he likely has most of the things needed to take care of these types of injuries at home in his jumbo first aid kit. Markus bought it for him on his birthday as a jab at how clumsy he is, but it’s come in handy multiple times since then and none of his friends let it die.
Connor Child Today at 19:36 (7:36)
Besides, I think I have everything needed to clean him up at my apartment, I’m just not sure about any internal injuries or how to move him.
Oh god damn it, apparently Connor’s going to be one of the dumbasses who brings injured strangers back home. He can’t just leave him out here and he can’t trust anyone else in this area– state, even– to not abuse this guy as soon as Connor is out of sight, though. He gently feels around the stranger’s head, carefully avoiding his tan and black ears, for any obvious injuries as he works things out in his head.
Maybe he can call Markus to come over to help keep watch just in case? No, he and Simon are out in New York on vacation until Monday, and today’s Thursday. He can’t ask Carl or Luther to come over, since Carl is old and wheelchair bound and, as well as Luther can act and despite his massive size, he does much worse with conflict than Connor does. He’d be on edge from being around a wild card for the night, then stressed for days after. Connor knows Kara would come help him out, but she doesn’t get enough sleep as it is, with the weird hospital hours and helping with taking care of Alice. She doesn’t need to be more involved in this than she already is, anyways.
This is either going to end surprisingly well or very badly, and Connor has a feeling of which it’s going to be. That is decidedly not a good sign, but Connor elects to ignore it anyway.
Connor finds a rather large knot on the right side of the man’s head where the majority of the blood in his hair is, which is probably the same injury that pretty much knocked him out in the first place. He doesn’t even know if there’s a way to check for concussions when the person is unconscious.
His phone finally pings an alert for a new message.
Best Mom Friend Today at 19:37 (7:37)
fine, you win. tell me where you are and i’ll bring you guys to your place. who’s staying with you, cause it isn’t going to be me or luther.
Connor Child Today at 19:37 (7:37)
Thank you so much!! I’m at the boutique near my apartment complex! And I have a friend that I’m going to message!
You’re the best!!
Connor rolls the stranger into what he hopes is a more comfortable position, then finds a place where he’ll be able to watch the parallel parking lanes in front of the boutique and the unconscious nekojin at the same time. His phone chimes again, and he doesn’t bother opening it for the simple three letter in the message notification.
Best Mom Friend Today at 19:41 (7:41)
Omw
With that taken care of, all there is left to do is wait for Kara. He moves and sits down in his spot, and just a bit over ten minutes later, she pulls up. Connor glances back at the old stranger, making sure he won’t die or something in his absence, then quickly steps out of the alley so Kara will see him. She does and parks her blue SUV in the spot closest to where Connor is waiting.
“Kara! You’re a lifesaver, really!” he calls after Kara steps out of her car.
“I know, I know,” She shuts the door behind her, “Where’s the guy?”
“He’s back here. I didn’t want to move him too much.”
She nods in approval and silently follows him to the old nekojin, then starts looking over his wounds. She decides that the cuts on his back aren’t as bad as they could be and the bleeding has already slowed down a bit. At her request, Connor retells everything he knows. After a few more minutes of checking, she states that the stranger no doubt has a concussion and will need plenty of rest and another check up once he’s awake. Thankfully, she doesn’t think his wrist is dislocated or fractured or anything, and his ribs seem fine. Together, they carefully lift the unconscious man into the back of the SUV, and Connor climbs in the back to sit with him.
They reach Connor’s apartment complex in just over two minutes (he swears he isn’t staring at the clock in the car), then fight to awkwardly lift the man out of the car and up the flight of stairs to Connor’s apartment. Once inside, they lay him on the bed in the guest room. Kara makes a comment about the sheets not making it through unscathed, but Connor disregards her with an obvious lie about needing new sheets anyway.
Kara then washes the man’s back and arms then carefully tends to his plentiful superficial wounds with Connor’s help, since there was apparently glass in some of his cuts. By the time they’re finished with that and the man has a light blanket draped over him, a couple of hours have gone by. Kara leaves once Connor promises (lies) that the person he texted about staying over will be on their way very soon and isn’t there now because they have a shift at the grocery store.
Now that Connor is completely alone and is starting to feel the nerves from having a large, presumably strong stranger unconscious in his home, he doesn’t quite know what to do. Normally when things get stressful or unusual, he’d write a short story depicting a character going through something that would make them just as uncomfortable and stressed as he is and post it on his Patreon, but he doesn’t want the click-clacking of his keyboard to mask any noises that the man might make.
After a bit of thinking and standing around, he decides to paint the sunset he took a picture of earlier.
He goes down the short hallway that connects his room, laundry room, and bathroom to the rest of the apartment. He opens the closet on the right side of the room and grabs a canvas and various paints and brushes. Going back out to the area of life, as Connor calls it (since the kitchen, dining room, and living room are all one large area, with the living room sectioned off by couches and the kitchen by a counter island and tiles on the ground), he sets up his stuff on his small, square table. He makes sure he’s facing the doors to his and the guest rooms with his back to the front door and the sliding door to his balcony/patio thing.
He pauses in his painting every 45 minutes to an hour so he can check on the nekojin. When the sun finally rises in the morning, Connor’s finished two sellable paintings and is starting a third. He has officially reached the level of exhaustion where he no longer feels tired as long as he ignores the pressure behind his eyes and the headache starting to form. Sometimes his insomnia-like-symptoms flare up until he gets to this point, so he isn’t worried.
After checking on the man yet again, Connor decides to fix a breakfast sandwich using his near-expired bacon and a tube of premade biscuits. He makes enough eggs and bacon for only one person, not knowing when the nekojin will wake up and if he even eats eggs or meat.
He’s in the middle of putting his food on a plate when there’s a slight and distant creak. If he were alone, Connor would have been able to convince himself that it was the building settling or something of the like, but he isn’t. He quickly turns around and is relieved to see nothing behind him. He hastily scoops the last bit of eggs onto his plate before cautiously walking through the living area towards the guest room. He pauses right at the door and listens for movement, just in case the man woke up and is trying to do something stupid and/or dangerous.
Connor may be trained in various types of combat and self defense, but he’s not stupid enough to think that makes him invincible. Especially against someone who is as large as that man was, and that’s excluding the chances that this stranger has training in some kind of combat as well.
After a couple of seconds of complete silence, Connor hesitantly opens the door just wide enough to slowly peek half of his head through. He immediately sees that the man is no longer in his bed. He’s barely able to open the door wider to step inside before a heavy weight barrels into him from the side. Next thing he knows, he’s pinned to the wall by a furious nekojin, with his ears pinned to his head and fangs sharp as needles. It’s already getting hard to breathe and Connor, as predicted, can’t move the arm that’s pushed against his throat. Trying to move his right arm and both legs is useless because the man also has them pinned enough to where he can’t make any effective attacks on him.
He must have some kind of training in combat as well, or has learned from personal experience. Connor is completely screwed if this man decides he is too much of a threat or isn’t worth his time.
“Cause any trouble and I make your life painful, ya hear?” the man snarls lowly, and if Connor wasn’t already used to being pinned against walls and threatened, he’d probably be panicking right now. Connor rapidly nods as calmly as he can (which isn’t nearly calm enough) while being in this situation. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Connor” he rasps painfully, “I’m– no harm. Please–”
The older man hisses, and it sounds nothing like when cats do it. When cats hiss, it almost sounds like an air leakage from a pipe; high pitched and more breathy than anything. This hiss, though, is not unlike what demons sound like in horror movies. It’s lower and almost growlish and absolutely terrifying enough to make up for the lack of a small, agile body.
It shuts Connor up to say the absolute least.
“Where the fuck did you bring me?”
“My–” Connor coughs and gasps painfully, “apartment.” That must have been the wrong answer because the pressure on his throat increases. Since moving the arm is impossible, he starts patting it to try to signal the stranger that he really needs air.
“I can fuckin’ see that, dumbass. I meant where the fuck is this place?”
“Not– far, fr-from… alley…” Huh, so the darkness not only invades from the sides of your vision, but the focus of it also dims too. And nobody ever mentioned in the books he read about how much pressure is building in his head right now, like it’s going to explode soon. Aw great, now he’s starting to mildly dissociate. Just what he needs.
The nekojin is trying to say something to him, but the only things he can make out clearly from the sudden white noise are “you”, “better”, and “punk”. Connor doesn’t want to agree to something preposterous, but he also doesn’t want to try to ask for clarification or anything like that and make the man angrier. He suddenly has a fleeting thought of dying here, and his mind just as suddenly latches onto it and won’t let go. God he’s so fucking stupid. He knew this was a horrible idea, and he still fucking did it. Why doesn’t he ever listen to anyone?
Just as Connor tries to reach his left arm up to damage the man’s face somehow and force him to let go, he’s abruptly released.
Connor barely avoids dropping to the ground and instead leans against the wall because his legs want to function more like jelly than anything remotely solid. He coughs and gasps but locks his knees so he’s less likely to fall over into a more defenseless position. He distantly recognizes that the nekojin is trying to talk to him again, but he’s too preoccupied with getting air into his lungs and not falling over to even try to decipher it. Thankfully, whatever he said apparently wasn’t super important because nothing happens when Connor doesn’t give any kind of response, and nothing continues to happen until he’s breathing normally and standing up on his own again.
“You said I wasn’t far from the alley,” the nekojin spits out, “How close is it?”
Connor blinks the tears from his eyes. “Five minute walk, maybe.” he answers quietly, throat hurting.
“Where are your roommates?”
“Don’t have any.”
“You live completely alone?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.
Connor silently nods.
“Why’d you bring me here? Think you could tame some fuckin’ stray to be your personal pet? ‘Cause you’re very wrong.” he ends in a growl. It sends shivers up Connor’s spine and he can feel the sweat on him beading and rolling down. If this comes to blows again, there’s no way Connor will be able to win, especially not like this.
“No. You’re hurt.” he says more sure, finally lifting his head to meet the other’s eyes.
“You honestly expect me to believe that you brought an old, stray nekojin home just because he was a little hurt?”
Connor nods. “Didn’t know if you were bleeding out or not–”
He shuts his mouth with a click and braces himself for another attack when he sees the stranger move. It’s barely a shift to the side, but it’s enough to send Connor back into highest alert. The guy must realise this because he shifts backward a step.
“What do you get outta patchin’ me up?”
“...technically nothing?”
“No one does anything without any reward, so fuckin’ spill it.” he spits.
“A clear conscious, maybe?” There’s no bite in his words, only the underlying fear of giving the wrong answer. When the older man doesn’t immediately shoot another question, Connor continues. “Look, I just don’t like it when people’re in pain. I wanted to help, so I did.”
“People.” When Connor stares blankly in return, he continues. “I’m not people. Won’t ever be, thanks to the ears and tail.”
“You should be people.” he breathes. “A lot of others agree with me, nowadays.”
“Ah, so you’re one of those activists? You realise you guys are going to get killed before anything substantial changes right?”
“I’m– uh, I’m not really an activist? I don’t like all the attention.” Connor forces himself to loosen up a little, more to prove that he isn’t a danger to the wild card in front of him and less because he actually wants to. “It makes me nervous.”
“Yet you supposedly bring home a dangerous stranger from the streets into your own home just for the sake of patching up a few scratches.”
Connor stands at full height once more, his voice sharp, “You also have severe bruising and a concussion. And the hospital wouldn’t have done much for you because it wasn’t immediately life threatening and you don’t have a collar.”
“If it wasn’t fucking life threatening then you should have left me out there! To hell with your hero dilemma or whatever the fuck you have!” the man snaps, waving his arms in wide, angry gestures, “How the hell did you even know where to find me, if you really aren’t with the fuckers who did this to me?”
“I was walking home from work and heard someone get hit, then voices threatening murder. I just stayed until they left in case I needed to jump in and stop them.” Connor says gravely.
The man sighs. Connor can feel his exhaustion from that one breath alone, but holds his ground. He doesn’t know what is genuine and what is an act to get him to lower his defenses. He’s suddenly aware that he’s shaking.
“And how the fuck did you get me here?” His tone is slightly less angry.
“Called a friend with a car. She’s the one who patched you up ‘cause she’s a doctor.” Connor tries to slow his trembling, and, to his surprise, it’s kind of working.
The older man eyes him, “And why the fuck did she help?”
“She thought someone else was staying with me last night so I wasn’t alone with you.” Connor blurts before reassuring, “No one else is here, but she doesn’t know that. She has her own things to worry about. I don’t want her involved.” With that, he stops his breathing exercises, confident he won’t start panting or hyperventilating.
“And you don’t have one?” he can almost hear the raised eyebrow accompanying the nekojin’s question.
“Not really.” He doesn’t really want to talk about this, especially not to someone he doesn’t know.
“Nothin’ to lose by taking in a stranger, huh? Self destructive much?”
“Not– not exactly.”
There’s a few moments of tense silence. Connor still refuses to move a single muscle from earlier and it’s starting to get strenuous now, but he won’t lower his guard until he knows this nekojin isn’t a threat anymore.
“...You’re not gonna try to name me or some shit?” the partial-human asks warily and, if Connor isn’t wrong, with a hint of timidity.
That… was not at all what Connor was expecting out of the gruff man after what has been going down. He didn’t even know that people did that to partial humans. It sadly makes sense, though, considering history. Animals have always been renamed with little issue, and back in the day, people used to do just the same to partial humans too. Connor thought that kind of thing died decades ago, though.
“No? I didn’t even fully realize that was a thing people still did…”
“And none of these drawers have clothes of my size in them?”
“I– No! Check if you want but–”
Connor falls silent when the other man suddenly turns to the single dresser in the room and opens the first drawer. Every drawer after that was opened and reshut with great haste. Finding it all empty, he moves on to the closet and goes through the small shelving unit in there. He once again finds nothing, and shuts the closet with an obvious breath of relief. He sharply turns back to Connor. The man must see something in Connor because he sighs and shuffles towards where he’s still sitting against the wall.
“You really don’t want any ownership over me?” The man sounds less angry and more skeptical.
“If you don’t believe me, then you can always leave. I don’t want to trap you. But you’re still hurt.” Only silence follows, so Connor tries again to make this man trust that he won’t slap a collar on him. “I’ve never been interested in getting a nekojin. I hate what you guys have to endure, and I’ve always pretty much seen everyone as equals. It actually got me a bit of unwanted attention when I was younger.” He adds after a split second of hesitation.
The stranger huffs in what seems like a mocking manner. Connor can understand why.
“You sure you’re not an activist? Going out and parading and getting arrested by plan?”
Connor fights the urge to squirm in shame and apprehension and shakes his head. “I’ve always been too shy for anything like that, and I don’t like a lot of attention focused on me. It’s stressful.”
The man takes two steps closer to Connor, who instinctively tenses, not realizing that he ever relaxed just the slightest bit in the first place. The other pauses, then shuffles back half a step, putting his hands in his pockets in a way that makes it obvious that he’s forcing himself to do so, rather than keep them ready for a fight and out in the open.
“How do I know you aren’t with those three brats and are gonna try your shot at taming my fugly mug into something sellable? Hm? How do I know that no one’s waiting to catch me if I try to leave like you offered?”
Connor speaks without thinking. “You’re not fugly, just in need of a shower and new clothes.” Connor hates the tense silence that immediately follows, so Connor quickly moves on and fills it, “And, I– uh– I guess you don’t? I mean, I don’t know how to prove it? That I don’t think it’s a good idea to ‘tame’ anyone? I mean, don’t you need those life skills? To like, survive and stuff in our current society?”
The nekojin only gapes at him as if he’s said something completely absurd, and knowing himself, he probably did without realizing it. When it becomes obvious that Connor isn’t going to continue, the stranger shakes his head incredulously.
“Do you know how many people would call a nekojin’s feral state ‘life skills’? Even the damn activists have their own ideas about how our sanity should be managed. Are you fucking insane?”
Connor winces at his tone. “Uh… I mean, you don’t seem feral to me, as such… But I know I’m socially awkward and I’ve been told I’m dense–”
“I can’t tell if you’re shitting me or if you’re really trying hard to get me to not fucking hate you.” He suddenly sniffs the air and his expression becomes darker. “Something is burning. What the hell are you cooking?”
Burning? Connor thinks, sniffing the air. He can’t really smell anything. A partial-human’s sense of must be substantially stronger than a pure human’s; a single truth within the many lies of the internet.
“I was making a breakfast sandwich before you woke up… It might be the biscuits that you smell burning?”
He should really go pull them out of the oven, but he’s still afraid that this guy will pounce on him again if he tries to make an unannounced move for the door, and he doesn’t want a repeat of that whatsoever. On another note, there is absolutely no way he’s going to have his back turned to an aggressive stranger for any amount of time, especially because this one has claws and fangs.
“Fine, I smell the eggs and bacon too, but I’m gonna go sit out where you’ll be cooking so I know where you are and what you’re doing.” He straightens up and crosses his arms defiantly. The post is practically begging Connor to refuse the guy so he can do something about it. Too bad Connor doesn’t want to.
“That’s fine,” Connor pauses, then tries something bold at the last moment, “As long as you tell me what to call you.” The other startles at that, “I’m tired of calling you ‘stranger’ and ‘nekojin’ in my head.” Connor relaxes his pose just enough to seem like he isn’t ready to spring into any kind of action still, even though he definitely still is. “I’m Connor.”
He scrutinizes the younger man, then sighs and untenses just a tad. “Fine. Lead the way, then. I’m Hank, and that’s all you’re gonna get outta me.”
“I didn’t expect anything else.” He attempts a smile that he suspects looks more like a grimace.
Now that Connor is somewhat confident that the stranger– Hank isn’t going to pounce on him the moment his back is turned, he’s able to exit the door and walk to the kitchen area without looking alarmingly tense and uncomfortable. Connor hears a door close as he finds and pulls on a pair of oven mitts. Connor still keeps a mental map of where Hank is by the sound of his footsteps as he grabs the pan of moderately burned biscuits out of the oven.
He sets the pan on the counter so the cooked-to-dark-brown biscuits can cool so the trash bag doesn’t melt when he throws them away. Then he swiftly pulls out a stool from the kitchen island and takes the smoke alarm off of the ceiling, then deactivating it right as it begins beeping with the timing and grace of only someone who has done this a million other times can achieve. He gets down and puts the stool back. He moves back to the oven and turns it off all while avoiding having his back completely to Hank, who’s standing in his living room.
There’s complete silence in the room that makes Connor’s nerves bristle. Connor glances over to the knife block next to the fridge, knowing that he would never actually use them to harm anyone, but he likes to believe he could bluff his way out of a dire situation. Although, now that he’s thinking about it, maybe he couldn’t. Hank would probably be unfazed or get angrier after everything he’s experienced in his lifetime, and that’s if he somehow believes that Connor would actually use said knife after everything he’s said and done.
Connor jumps when Hank starts speaking.
“Everything good now? You’ve been standing there starin’ at nothin’ like a lunatic.”
Connor says nothing, choosing to just nod instead as he casually crosses his arms and leans against the counter next to the oven in a strained act of nonchalance.
Hank studies him carefully. “Why are you helping me, really?”
Connor can’t help but silently sigh. He may have already said this once or twice before, and he may not blame the guy in the slightest for not believing him, but still. It’s not like his answer is going to change from when he asked earlier. Although, that may be why he’s asking again, as some form of test or something.
“Like I said before, I don’t think I’ll get anything tangible out of this. If you really need something, then maybe self-satisfaction or a clean conscious for helping someone in need, but nothing tangible like money.” Hank shoots him a blank look that he hates. He sighs. “I just– My gut told me that you needed some real help, and I was going to give it whether you were a pure human or partial. It’s just that after finding out you had cat ears and a tail, I knew that no hospital in the area was going to give you proper care so 911 was essentially useless. I generally have good intuition when it comes to people, so I trusted it and brought you home instead of leaving you tied down in that nasty alley.” What Connor doesn’t mention aloud is how he’s been regretting not leaving him bandaged up in the cleaner part of that alley ever since he couldn’t see the other man in the guest room’s bed earlier.
His last statement catches Hank’s attention, who then turns his head to look away from Connor for the first time since being awake and looks out a window. He clears his throat, cutting off Connor’s growing panic. The guy’s head is down and his shoulders are slumped, but it’s still obvious that he’s still on edge and wary of his surroundings and Connor. When he speaks, it sounds like he has to force the sound from his lips.
“Look, Connor, I’m sorry for snapping at you, even if I don’t entirely regret protecting myself like that. But I still don’t trust or like you, got it?”
“Yeah. The sentiment is kind of the same right now, no offense.”
“None taken,” Hank pauses and straightens up, “Do you at least get where I’m coming from, though?” he takes a step forward. “Like, according to society, I am an untamed animal or slave, and I wake up in a strange room and am getting checked on every god damned minute by a complete stranger when the last thing I remember is getting kicked around and beat with broken bottles.” He shakes his head and looks away.
“I ain’t some starvin’, twink cat that you can just bring home and teach how to trust and love or whatever the fuck else books try to say. Hell, I’m not even a Persian or Maine Coon cat with those big bushy tails like people always love to give us larger people. I’m just an old, fat calico.”
Hank suddenly stiffens upon saying that last word, but Connor ignores it and lowers his head.
“I personally don’t agree with the stereotypes as well. But as I offered before,” Connor raises his head to meet Hank’s eyes again, “you’re always welcome to leave, The front door is right there. I’m not keeping you trapped here, and there’s not anyone after you or anything that I know of, so…” Connor shrugs.
For the first time this morning, Hank looks more uncomfortable than anything else, and Connor doesn’t really have the energy to unpack that. He starting to feel tired because of the lack of adrenaline in his system, so he’ll probably need some caffeinated tea soon. Maybe a new breakfast to go with it, too; his stomach is starting to hurt with hunger because he forgot dinner last night.
Still, Hank hasn’t responded, so Connor takes this opportunity to give him the explicit option to stay because he’s already given the nekojin multiple outs and, as stupid as Connor knows he can be, he doesn’t think Hank should be left on his own quite yet. Besides, he really doesn’t think that Hank will do any harm for no reason. His anger and violence earlier were understandable at the least, and neither of them seem to want a repeat of that any time soon. Connor doesn’t think he’s making the wrong decision by doing this since Hank’s already here in his apartment, anyway. Emphasis on think.
“If you wanted to stay, though, I can make you breakfast? Or you can watch me make your breakfast, or just make it yourself if you want. I mean, because I’m willing to bet that you haven’t had anything decent in a while, yeah?” He chuckles awkwardly. It almost works to make the atmosphere less heavy. Almost.
Hank stares him down, obviously still skeptical and wary of Connor. The creator tries to not do anything that could be taken as suspicious, but that in of itself could be suspicious in a way. A few more seconds pass like this in tense silence before Hank finally sighs and relaxes his shoulders the slightest bit.
“What the fucking hell is my life anymore.” He mumbles, then raises his voice to a normal speaking level “Alright. I’m gonna sit on that stool,” He points to one of the two the kitchen island, “And I’m gonna watch you so you don’t poison my food. And then you can hear me if I even so much as shuffle, so you’ll know I won’t attack you from behind.”
“Okay.” He watches as Hank moves with a slight limp in his left leg and sits with a poorly concealed wince. “Did you… did you want to maybe redress your wounds? I have over the counter pain meds if you want, but I doubt you’d trust that.”
“You’re right. I don’t trust that a single fucking bit. This ain’t nothin’ I haven’t gone through before, so you can quit your worryin’.” Hank hesitates, then continues, almost meeker. “And you don’t need to worry about allergies. I’ll eat anythin’.”
Connor simply nods in response, already getting used to Hank’s vulgarity and irritation. It’s probably not healthy why he’s already getting used to it, considering it’s mostly due to questionable parenting choices and plenty of childhood bullying, but no one really has the time or patience to unpack that right now (or ever, if Connor has any say in it). Therefore, he does what he does second best, and instead of slowly unpacking that box of troubles and sorting through it like any healthy person should, he simply tapes that box shut tightly with three layers of duct tape and shoves it to the back of his mental storage unit while he takes out his pan cleaner to wash off the remnants of his food before starting Hank’s.
As he gathers ingredients and tools to the island so Hank can see exactly what Connor is doing at all times, he never once looks up at Hank. The why from earlier tries to rear its ugly head again, but he shoves and forces it down again with practiced ease. Unlike what it has to say about the damnable why, his gut is telling him that Hank isn’t really a bad person, that he’s just been dealt a shit hand in his life. It’s right about people much more often than it’s not, and Connor can only hope that this isn’t one of those times where it’s not.
He finds himself almost wanting to like Hank, to show him that the world isn’t completely filled with stupid assholes, only mostly full.
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A/N: Hey guys!! I hope you didn’t mind the wait too much, but I ended up changing the plot to this story last minute and rewrote this chapter, like, 3 and a half times now? So, yeah, there’s that. This chapter was a bit angsty and I still kinda really hate it, but!! But!!! I am moving on because Protective Hank™ will be making an appearance next chapter!! The next chapter of The Drift Between Us may not come for a couple of weeks because I have to update the EXO x Reader I’m writing on a blog I share with my friend that I have been neglecting lately Lol. So, that’s pretty much it! Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a pleasant day/night! 😊💕
#hankcon#hank x connor#hank anderson x connor#hankcon fanfiction#hankcon fanfic#hankcon au#hannor fanfic#hannor fanfiction#hannor au#hannor#neko hank anderson#dbh neko hank#cat out of the bag#chapter 1
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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. [ACCEPTING]
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with pointing out tired shit in the fandom? “Don’t like, don’t read”, Bitch if I could ESCAPE seeing these tropes all over the goddamn place, I fucking WOULD.
Like, I’m not telling anyone to stop writing/drawing like Prompto is a useless, whiny woobie-twink, they can do whatever they want, but I also am just PERSONALLY tired of “oh noes, here’s another fanart of Prompto being a damsel-in-distress and cwying becuz he’s a baby boy who can’t do anything by himsewf”, so I attempt to filter the kinds of content I’d like to see? But it also is annoying seeing like the same picture/fanfic basically reiterated about 50 thousand times.
It doesn’t keep me lying awake at night or anything, it’s just a fandom pet peeve of mine and literally EVERY PERSON I HAVE TALKED TO HAS SOME MINOR IRRITATION OVER FANON CHARACTERIZATION LIKE ME, so maybe certain ppl in the fandom need to stop acting like they’re above that and making these pithy, generalizing Pollyanna-ish text posts about how we all need to ‘get along’.
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Last Monday at 5:59 AM
circuitryme
he told me he loves me, i am emotional and gay.
beatconductor
oh fuck
congrats
Yesterday at 12:44 PM
beatconductor
you barely even felt him up
Yesterday at 6:56 PM
circuitryme
that changed, trust me.
beatconductor
felt him up a lot huh
circuitryme
correct.
beatconductor
congrats
was it hot
circuitryme
very.
circuitryme
i'm still trying to decide if it was a bad idea or not.
beatconductor
it would be a complicated mess either way wouldnt it
circuitryme
yeah.
i'm questioning whether or not it was morally wrong though.
as a human he can give consent but also he thinks we're married so does that still count as consent.
beatconductor
first of all youre asking a guy with some of the most skewed morals ever
but afaik being married doesnt mean totally relieved of all matters of giving consent and feelings
circuitryme
no i just mean. of course he's going to trust me with something like this. he thinks we're married.
beatconductor
idk man
i mean he was really attached to you before
beatconductor
and he said he loves you right
circuitryme
yeah.
beatconductor
i mean you could try explaining the whole deal to him but that just sounds like an even bigger mess
and does he really need to deal with that
circuitryme
yeah, that's. probably not a good idea.
someone spilled that he's actually a robot and he had a panic attack.
beatconductor
yeah see
listen
waking up from amnesia to find out theyre married to some hot caring twink is so many peoples wettest dream
youre fine alright
circuitryme
oh my god.
beatconductor
just tellin how it is
circuitryme
you think i'm hot.
i'm flattered.
beatconductor
is that really whatcha gonna focus on now
yw
circuitryme
yes it is.
beatconductor
well its tru
and with all the fuss over him that you make hed have fallen for you either way i bet on it
circuitryme
...
circuitryme
you think so?
beatconductor
look i wouldnt say that if i dont mean it
circuitryme
thanks, dave.
beatconductor
uh
no problem
circuitryme
gaylord.
beatconductor
anytime
circuitryme
right back atcha.
beatconductor
oh no you turn down your gaylord meter right this second
circuitryme
i am unable to do so.
circuitryme
either accept my affections or drown in them.
beatconductor
shit
rip me
circuitryme
i can't believe you'd rather drown than be gay with me.
fuck you, pal.
beatconductor
hey i didnt say that
circuitryme
i'm squinting at you.
beatconductor
what
ok what if i accept to drown in your affections
circuitryme
what. but that's both options.
beatconductor
exactly
didnt expect that huh
circuitryme
i did not.
also that's gayer.
beatconductor
fuck
circuitryme
you did this to yourself
beatconductor
i know and thats the worst part
circuitryme
so what's happening here, are you accepting or drowning in my affections. or the gayer choice of both.
beatconductor
geez idk im a masochist so im picking whichever option is worse
circuitryme
leave your shitty kinks out of my pure innocent love for you, jackass.
beatconductor
holy shit
i meant it in an absolutely platonic and self-depreciating sense but if you wanna be like this
circuitryme
unbelievable.
beatconductor
im a gaylord yeah youre a gaylord yeah were all gaylords yeah
circuitryme
bye.
wait i have a question thats pretty unrelated.
beatconductor
i feel accomplished
circuitryme
does someone have an icon that matches yours because.
beatconductor
oh all of a sudden
circuitryme
if not, you're missing the opportunity to have hi-fiving icons with someone.
beatconductor
holy shit youre right
circuitryme
or maybe that'd be considered a mid-five.
all i'm saying is, don't waste this opportunity.
beatconductor
well i doubt it since its really just a cropped fanart of myself by my wonderful talented pussy gf
circuitryme
nice.
but also consider: doing that.
beatconductor
http://beatconductor.tumblr.com/post/154201976381/catnipin-33-beatconductor-i-made-an-even
considering now
doing that next
circuitryme
nice.
circuitryme
who are you going to match with.
beatconductor
fuck idk
circuitryme
lmao.
beatconductor
should i open auditions for that
circuitryme
maybe so.
beatconductor
"why do you deserve to high five me"
circuitryme
"because you owe me one anyway"
done, there's my audition.
beatconductor
damn it
circuitryme
remember. from when i got my human body back.
beatconductor
vaguely
do you think i keep track of all the high fives i owe people
circuitryme
i'm insulted.
beatconductor
im a busy man
(no i remember that alright)
circuitryme sent a post beatconductor: no headaches? fu...
http://beatconductor.tumblr.com/post/155505278306/circuitryme-beatconductor-no-headaches
...i hunted it down and everything.
and you were just playin me.
i am hurt.
beatconductor
oh my god
beatconductor
youre incredible
alright youll get two high fives just for that
circuitryme
holy shit.
how about i get the matching icon and we call it even.
beatconductor
itd be weird to see you with anything but that weird ominous glowing scifi eye
well ill see what i can do
circuitryme
yeah, but technically that sci-fi eye is out of character for me now.
beatconductor
should get a close up of your real eye now
circuitryme
ugh.
no.
beatconductor
lmao
i mean i feel you
circuitryme
besides, which eye. the red one or the orange one
beatconductor
uh
well im biased af cause i like red
circuitryme
fair enough.
either way it doesn't matter because i'm not gonna do it.
beatconductor
it was a joke anyway
circuitryme
i know.
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