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words-for-cat-bracket · 2 months

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WORDS FOR CAT BRACKET.

THE FINAL SHOWDOWN.

brought to you by: chloe, my sweet evil old baby girl

miu (ancient egyptian) vs 小猫 (mandarin chinese)

FOR THE LAST TIME, I ASK YOU:

info and propawganda under the cut!

miu - no IPA provided

It’s one of the first words for cat ever to exist and also is onomatopoeic and is so cute <3

小猫 (xiǎo māo) /ɕjau̯˩ mɑu̯˥/

it rhymes and means little meow. what is a kitten if not a little meow

Perfect way to describe a cat. It rhymes and it sounds really cute. Also cmon look at a cat. That IS a xiao mao mao

you cannot tell me they are not the perfect word for a kitty cat. they came up to us and introduced themselves, so we decided to call them by the name they call themselves, and in mandarin, we call them ""little māo"" because they are our little meow meows!! they are our babies!! also chinese is Ancient. our writing system goes back like 4000 years!! and we are still using it! i admit we probably weren't calling them 貓 for all these 4000 years but respect your elders! /lh

#cat polls #finals #miu #ancient egyptian #小猫 #xiǎo māo #mandarin chinese #chloe (cats)

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lmk-oc-competition · 10 days

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LMK OC COMPETITION: ROUND 1 BRACKET

And here is the bracket for the competition! So exciting! Thank you to all those who submitted their OC!!! Be sure to check out this post for information on propaganda + the rules in order to prepare for the competition. The polls will go up Monday, April 22nd at 7 AM PDT

Got a question? Be sure to check the FAQs first, otherwise, feel free to send me an Ask^^

Check below the cut to view the match-ups and creators!

LEFT SIDE:

Xin Yi (@monkiart) VS Yue Li (@thelovemaiden) [link to poll]

Jade (@demonichunny) VS Ming Yue (@crimson-cring-art) [link to poll]

Yeva Ivanova Tereshkov/Yeva Moon (@chuitu) VS Keya Xiǎo Húdié (@keykittygirl) [link to poll]

Shù Zuì/Shùzuì/Shuying (@luminancebwyons) VS Wu Ming (@itsalice3940) [link to poll]

Hǔ-pò-Māo (@amberstargirl) VS Blitz (@yuendelahoya) [link to poll]

Huáng Mudan (@yourlocaleggperson) VS Bài Lùjing (Lord Deer Demon) (@loverofstufflof) [link to poll]

Ling (@camhues) VS AW (Asher Wilson) (@noteverystarisasun) [link to poll]

Xiaoqing (@twinklecupcake) VS Lina/Yueyang (@melodyswishes) [link to poll]

RIGHT SIDE:

Yu Ling (@lmkobsessedmoth) VS Hua Mei/Eris (@mikog3 ) [link to poll]

Ox-Head (@allthenicknamesweretaken) VS Java (@the-real-dev) [link to poll]

Liu Xiuling (@latvian-spider) VS Yuèliàng (@sun4ndmo0n) [link to poll]

Huilian (惠莲) (@hummingbird13) VS Rin Xuan (@zammy357) [link to poll]

Sky (@skylinx2o) VS Shing Delun (@dragonnerd) [link to poll]

Jade Rabbit (@sarahawriter) VS Vervet (@rae-blu) [link to poll]

Jiao Yue (Ying Jiao Yue) (@yingjiaoyue) VS Hui Ying (@mysticarts) [link to poll]

Zhu Li Na (@janetbrown711) VS Li Qiū Zi (@tiredghostness) [link to poll]

Have fun and good luck to everyone!!

#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #oc #original character #lmk oc #lmk ocs #lmk original character #lmk oc competition #round 1 #bracket #info post

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years

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| You're What I Want Chapter 17 is out! | Read it HERE on Ao3! | ❤️‍🔥

Chapter Word Count: 6,788

Chapter Excerpt:

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Margaret remembered when her daughter was six years old. She had long hair that never stayed brushed, and big eyes that drank in the entire world.

She remembered on the night of the Lunar New Year, when she was finishing up her moon cakes and setting them out on their small table, the door had slammed open and her daughter’s little voice rang out.

“Māmā! Wǒ fāxiànle yī zhǐ xiǎo māo! Wǒmen néng liú zhù tā ma?” Can we keep her? Every so often she’d ask that question, and every time Margaret said no. Every time she begged her, and every time Margaret crumbled and said “Fine… but only for one night.”

The memory rang through her mind now as she gaped at the sight before her. Skylar, her eyes wide with a pleading desperation, stood in her doorway, her arms wrapped around a woman clinging to her. They were both soaked from the rain pouring down on them. Even now the dull pitter patters sang their cacophony against Margaret’s metal roof. Water mixed with blood. The woman’s lip was busted, and blood shined in her hair. “Sky…” she breathed as she rushed to the door.

“We were on the way to the airport.”

Margaret hitched the strange woman’s arm over her shoulder to help Skylar carry her in. It was then she saw the faint red glow in the pit of her chest and everything instantly crashed into place. “Holy shit,” she breathed.

“We saw the lightning from Morgana Gate. I knew it was Determination… and I was right.”

“Sans…” murmured a soft voice between them and Margaret glanced down. She lifted her up by the chin and flinched when she saw the burning glare of red light glinting in her eyes, and bared teeth. Her body was shaking against theirs, as if hopped up on too much energy. Too much power that was waiting to burst. She recognized it instantly. The Burn.

“She’s been saying that since we got her in the car. I think she’s in a state of shock.” Margaret set her brow and let go of the woman’s chin. She locked Skylar in a stern gaze and shook her head. This sorceress didn’t have a handle on her own Determination. That made her dangerous… That made her like Madilyn.

“No. It’s worse. Her soul is overcharged. I can tell she wasn’t trained. Not properly anyway. We need to get her to Trevor as soon as possible… and you’re going to tell me what happened.”

�� ❤️‍🔥 Chapter Theme ❤️‍🔥↓

#underfell #wdyw #fanfic #ywiw #underfell frans #underfell sans #underfell frisk #frans #frisk x sans #adult frisk #witch coven #undertale on the surface #surface fic #Spotify

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nesepalamudu · 2 years

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排排好，排排好，小狗小猫做早操, 花鹿姐姐喊口令，一二三四做得好

Pái pái hǎo, pái pái hǎo, xiǎo gǒu xiǎo māo zuò zǎocāo, huā lù jiějiě hǎn kǒulìng, yī'èrsānsì zuò dé hǎo

yarının görevi bugünkünden daha zor

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studying-solo · 2 years

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Introduction

你好！ nǐ hǎo ！ Hello!

我的名字是陳月。 wǒ de míng zì shì chén yuè*. *not my real name

我是幼稚園老師。 wǒ shì yòu zhì yuán lǎo shī . I am a Kindergarten Teacher

我喜歡動物，我有一隻貓。 wǒ xǐ huān dòng wù ， wǒ yǒu yī zhī māo . I like animals, I have a cat.

我的貓的名字是小石頭。 wǒ de māo de míng zì shì xiǎo shí tóu. My cat's name is ______.

我喜歡喝茶。特別是珍珠奶茶。 wǒ xǐ huān hē chá 。 tè bié shì zhēn zhū nǎi chá . I like to drink tea. Especially bubble tea.

我想要學中文來與別人說話，也讓我可以自己一人旅行。 wǒ xiǎng yào xué zhōng wén lái yǔ bié rén shuō huà, yě ràng wǒ kě yǐ zì jǐ yī rén lǚ xíng . I want to learn Chinese so I can speak with other people. Also I can travel by myself.

In the future, I hope I will be able to travel to Taiwan by myself.

#introduction #CHINESE #LANGUAGE LEARNING #BEGINNER #CHINESE LEARNING #LEARN CHINESE #chinese characters #langblr

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arestoaesthetic-blog · 5 years

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Xiǎo māo em seu hobbie favorito; julgar pessoas.

Foto tirada por: @kaienjackson

#scrapbook #kaien #Xiǎo māo

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whumperooni · 3 years

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Okay okay high Sebastian is... ahem HOT AF but but but what about Lau tho? 👀 Being Lau's little sister (i just found out Ran Mao isn't his sister a few days ago and I'm willing to step in lmao) that he always has sitting in his lap, offering her hits of opium, dressed so pretty in beautiful and tempting traditional clothes so he can stuff a hand or two inside, especially when he has costumers tho, his lil' sis is just such a good girl that he can't help making his visitors feel jealous

This forever please ♡♡♡♡

Makes me feel so warm 'n fuzzy inside thinkin' about Lau with a cute lil sister that he casually fondles whenever, however, and in front of whomever he pleases ♡

Just think about it ♡♡♡♡

Think about being Lau's precious little sister. No, not just sister, but his fuck doll too.

So quiet and sweet and with forever hooded eyes, a dreamy gaze. Such a pliant, good little sister that will warm his cock during meetings with a smile and nuzzles to his neck. A soft limbed fuck doll that he can position how he pleases, use to his delight. A darling little sister that always catches his guests' eyes, always has them watching you as you serve them tea and then move back to your brother so you can perch on his lap again, so he can go back to fondling you with a sly smirk thrown to his oh so visibly jealous audience.

Such a good girl that he adores so very much. Your breasts, your lap, your hips make such a perfect pillow for him and he often drifts into naps while laying his head on you and relaxing under the way you scratch over his scalp gently. He loves to dress you for the day and fix your hair, apply your makeup and chuckle at the way you cutely blink your lashes up at him. Cooking with you is serene- though, to be fair, you do most of the work- and is often a highlight of his day.

Among you wrapping your pretty lips around his pipe and then around his cock; riling his customers up by pressing your legs apart and spreading your bare pussy for them to see; lazily fucking you and watching as the opium has you nodding off, snoozing as he languidly humps into your cunt with an amused smile that is.

He loves you dearly- really, he does! Why else would keep you in a haze of bliss? Why else would he devote his lust and affection all to you?

You- darling sister, quiet fuck doll, gorgeous trophy to put on display, beloved little xiǎo māo.

You're his and he is yours- that's all you've ever known; that's all you ever have to know. ♡

#black butler #tw incest #tw drugging #tw drugs #tw somno #tw grooming

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moltre-s · 3 years

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动物的叫声 / animal sounds!

langblr challenge 3 / 30 what sounds do animals make in your target language? (eg. in English, cats say “meow” and cows say “moo”)?

dog (狗 gǒu) - 汪汪 (wāngwāng)

cat (猫 māo) - 喵 (miāo)

cow (牛 niú) - 哞哞 (mōu mōu)

rooster (公鸡 gōngjī) - 咯咯 (gēgē)

bird (鸟 xiǎo niǎo) - 叽叽 (jī ji) or 喳喳 (chāchā)

duck (鸭子 yāzi) - 呱呱 (guāguā) or 嘎嘎 (gāgā)

sheep (羊 yáng) - 咩咩 (miēmiē)

mouse (老鼠 lǎoshǔ) - 吱吱 (zhīzhī)

frog (青蛙 qīngwā) - 呱呱 (guāguā)

i think it’s interesting how a lot of the characters for the sounds are written like the character for the animal, but with a 口 radical (eg. 猫/喵, 羊/咩, 牛/哞)

#langblr challenge #moltres langblr challenge #chinese #chinese langblr #chinese culture #中文

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thecampfirestory · 3 years

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WAAAAAH OK I JUST

what languages do they all know i need this for scientific purposes

if any of them know mandarin i just- them calling vee 小猫 (xiǎo māo, it means little cat) and it RHYMES

Roman and Remus both know spanish

Remus also knows french, korean, and portuguese (and wants to learn more 😳)

Logan knows a lil bit of french, but he has a pretty good pronunciation

#ask #campfire!florian #campfire!cadmus #campfire!nate

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ranpet · 2 years

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貓咪

Cw：混合性格，熱循環，口交，無保護性行為，主扭結？。

18 年前

“掌握？”睡在床上的冉哭著“主人？..”

Ran 是一隻貓，你爸爸在你 8 歲生日那天送給你一隻可愛的小貓，它是如此愚蠢

現在時間

“R-Ran！ S、慢點！”你呻吟

“太好了，你這麼緊♡”在你耳邊低語

Ran 並沒有放慢他所愛的熱循環，你無法反擊，你永遠無法反擊

當粘液出來時，你是可愛的屄

“清潔自己的主人♡”

明天

“你真是個好主人，居然沒有男朋友，我倒是挺意外的。”冉說

“來”你邊走邊跑“跪下”跑命令

你下來了你需要做什麼你開始解開跑褲的拉鍊

他沒有拳擊手？！

冉抓住他的陰莖，抓起你漂亮的頭髮放進嘴裡“嗯！”當他的眼睛看著你努力接受他給你的東西時，你呻吟著貓耳朵抽搐

Māomī

Cw: Hùnhé xìnggé, rè xúnhuán, kǒujiāo, wú bǎohù xìngxíngwéi, zhǔ niǔjié?.

18 Nián qián

“zhǎngwò?” Shuì zài chuángshàng de rǎn kūzhe “zhǔrén?..”

Ran shì yī zhī māo, nǐ bàba zài nǐ 8 suì shēngrì nèitiān sòng gěi nǐ yī zhī kě'ài de xiǎo māo, tā shì rúcǐ yúchǔn

xiànzài shíjiān

“R-Ran! S, màn diǎn!” Nǐ shēnyín

“tài hǎole, nǐ zhème jǐn ♡” zài nǐ ěr biān dī yǔ

Ran bìng méiyǒu fàng màn tāsuǒ ài de rè xúnhuán, nǐ wúfǎ fǎnjí, nǐ yǒngyuǎn wúfǎ fǎnjí

dāng niányè chūlái shí, nǐ shì kě'ài de bī

“qīngjié zìjǐ de zhǔrén ♡”

míngtiān

“nǐ zhēnshi gè hǎo zhǔrén, jūrán méiyǒu nán péngyǒu, wǒ dǎoshì tǐng yìwài de.” Rǎn shuō

“lái” nǐ biān zǒubiān pǎo “guì xià” pǎo mìnglìng

nǐ xiàláile nǐ xūyào zuò shénme nǐ kāishǐ jiě kāi pǎo kù de lāliàn

tā méiyǒu quánjí shǒu?!

Rǎn zhuā zhù tā de yīnjīng, zhuā qǐ nǐ piàoliang de tóufà fàng jìn zuǐ lǐ “ń!” Dāng tā de yǎnjīng kànzhe nǐ nǔlì jiēshòu tā gěi nǐ de dōngxī shí, nǐ shēnyínzhe māo ěrduǒ chōuchù

#ran smut #tokyo manji gang #tokyorev smut #bonten #smut #Tokyo smut #tokyo rev x reader #tr smut #ran haitani #mikey headcanon #💗

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words-for-cat-bracket · 3 months

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quarterfinals!! - 4 of 4

brought to you by: kirby

kisumisu (finnish) vs 小猫 (mandarin chinese)

info and propawganda under the cut!

kisumisu - no IPA provided

Long and cute !

both parts already mean ""cat"" on their own, the repetition is added for maximum kittycat cuteness. also insanely fun to say

小猫 (xiǎo māo) /ɕjau̯˩ mɑu̯˥/

it rhymes and means little meow. what is a kitten if not a little meow

Perfect way to describe a cat. It rhymes and it sounds really cute. Also cmon look at a cat. That IS a xiao mao mao

#cat polls #quarterfinals #kisumisu #finnish #小猫 #xiǎo māo #mandarin chinese #kirby (cats)

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ksmaggie · 3 years

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TGG | Happy Animal Friends - Chapter cover Date: 2020 Note:

The writing is written in 4 languages; Chinese Mandarin, English, Thai, and Norwegian (vertical). These are some of my characters.

CONTENT LIST Last updated: 29.08.2021 Status: In progress

COVER

1 [LINK]

2 [LINK]

3 [LINK]

4 [LINK]

5 [LINK]

6 [LINK]

7 [LINK]

8 [LINK]

9 [LINK]

10 & 11 [LINK]

English | Chinese (pinyin)

#HappyAnimalFriends #animals #中文 #chinese #english #norweigan #norsk #thai #ไทย #vegan #englishchinese

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peterxwade24 · 3 years

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Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 4

Before we get into the meat of the chapter, I need everyone to remember that usually, I love Bruce as a dad. However, this fic paints him in a different light. If you don’t want to see Bruce painted as a bad dad, you can turn back after you read the first 2500 words of this fic (which is almost 4000 words long).

Mẹ is, possibly, Vietnamese for mom/mother/mama (or at least that’s what Google translate is telling me).

However, without further adieu, let’s get on with the story.

Thana looked around, her breath coming out in harsh bursts that sounded in the dark alleyway. She ran a hair through her dark red hair, freezing when there was more hair than she remembered their being. She heard a familiar high, sharp laugh that sent her into a panic. She looked around, trying to find Jay-Jay.

Thana paused, trying to remember when the last time she had to worry about where Jay-Jay was, before he was taken in by Bruce Wayne. She turned and saw her father's red hair out of the corner of her eye.

She bolted, tearing through streets that seemed darker and scarier with every step. She felt tears start streaming down her face, causing her to miss the turn to Uncle Ozzy's establishment.

She stumbled into an abandoned warehouse, seeing Jay-Jay tied to a chair with blood taking the same path down his face that tears were taking down hers.

"Jay-Jay?"

"Pixie?!" Jay-Jay gasped out. "Run!"

Thana turned around to watch Jervis Tetch close the door with a maniacal smile on his face.

"Looks like I not only caught Alice's white rabbit, but also Alice herself." Jervis' face split into a sinister smile as he walked towards the duo, swinging a crowbar around.

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Thana gasped awake, her ribs throbbing in a manner similar to the way her ribs throbbed in her dream. She frantically scrambled to uncover herself, immensely grateful that her room was the highest one in the building.

Thana grabbed her phone off of the charger and unlocked it quickly. She scrolled through her contacts before landing on Kim's.

She worried her lip as she listened to her phone ring. She was about to hang up when she heard it connect.

"Mèo con?" Kim's voice sounded over the phone. "What time is it?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just, he had me and Jay-Jay. He had me and Jay-Jay and he was hurting us."

“Mèo con. Listen to me. He can’t get you, I will not let him get you. Do you want me to come over?” Kim’s voice grew clearer with every word, his dedication to his friend shining through.

“Would it be okay if I came over?” Thana’s voice was quiet and hesitant, a tone she hadn’t used in a long time.

Kim let out a yawn. “You know my Mẹ loves you and will let you in whenever you need us.”

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Thana and Kim walked into school that day in matching hoodies, however Thana’s still had the full sleeves while Kim’s had the sleeves shortened. Kim wore baggy black jeans paired with white sneakers while Thana wore ripped black jeans and white sneakers.

In the few years that Kim had known Thana, they had dressed similarly on several occasions. The two looked almost like siblings on a good day and on a bad day Thana looked like a mini female Kim. Today happened to be a good day, where the duo just looked like fraternal twins.

Thana sat beside Kim, on the inside beside the window while Kim sat on the aisle. Nino and Chloé sat in front of them while Sabrina and Adrien sat in front of them. Juleka and Rose sat behind Kim and Thana and across the aisle from Ivan and Max. Nathaniel, Alix and Mylene sat in front of them leaving a desk between them and Alya and Lila.

Chloé in a surprising, to some in the class, move showed up that day in cuffed ripped denim jeans paired with a yellow mock neck turtleneck shirt, black boots, a black belt and a puffy red cardigan. Nino, unsurprisingly to everyone but Alya and Lila, showed up that day in cuffed slightly distressed blue jeans, a red striped shirt, white sneakers and a black beanie.

Alya and Lila, being the two most unused to the four’s odd dynamic, simply stared before turning back to one another.

“So, anyways, like I was saying.” Lila continued. She’d decided to come to school dressed in an orange ruched long sleeved dress with a pair of nude heels. “Jason Todd is like my best friend. He came to me and wanted to know if I thought he should forgive Bruce, oh I mean Mr. Wayne, for what he did.”

Thana glared at Lila, her gray blue eyes going cold (and looking far too much like her father’s eyes) before she slammed her hands down on the desk. “Jason Todd is your best friend? Funny, I don’t remember you being there when we were freezing our asses off in the dark alleys of Gotham. Funny, I don’t remember you being there when I had to stitch him up because he got the shit beat out of him for trying to get money to feed us! Funny, I don’t remember you being there when Deathstroke rained bullets on us for existing!”

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng! That is enough. Go to Principal Damocles’ office!” Madame Bustier called out from the front of the room.

Thana turned her eyes on their teacher before collecting her belongings, her friends all stood up and began collecting their belongings as well.

“Where do you three think you’re going?” Mlle. Bustier questioned the trio.

“To Daddy’s hotel after Principal Damocles tells Fragolina to go home for the day. Fragolina just had to listen to Rossi lie about her brother, whom she hasn’t seen since she was pulled from the streets of Gotham.” Chloé stated as though it should have been common sense.

Nino and Kim nodded before Kim took Thana’s belongings. Nino turned to Adrien before glancing at Alix and back to Adrien. “We’ll keep Alqamar calm until you get out of school.”

Adrien nodded before he watched his four friends shuffle out of the room. He hoped everything would be alright and that they could give the four temporary holders their Miraculouses today instead of waiting any longer.

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Adrien and Alix walked into Chloé’s suite in Le Grande Paris hotel carrying six people worth of homework. “Niú! Shé! Jiǎohuá! Xiǎo māo! Guī and I brought homework!”

Chloé turned to look at the duo, a black bandana wrapped around her head with her hair thrown up in a messy bun, before turning back to the task at hand, painting Kim’s nails black to match her own and Nino’s. “Fragolina is in the blanket fort she and Kim built over by my bed. Nino is over there-” she nodded to indicate the area “-listening to music.”

Alix nodded and smiled. “Sweet. You go to Kiti and I’ll go lay down with Nino.”

Adrien rolled his eyes as Alix went over to Nino and invaded the boy’s space, laughing when Nino simply pulled a second set of headphones out of his bag and placed them on Alix’s head before laying back down. He slowly traversed Chloé’s room, knowing that if he moved anything out of place the blonde would be upset with him, before smiling at the blanket fort that was made. “Thana? Can I come in?”

“As long as you don’t give me that dumb high road bullshit. I can handle her lying about Sabine and Tom not wanting me, they only took me in because they wanted a daughter to be just like them, and I can handle her thinking she’s turning the whole class against me, but I refuse to let her lie about Jay-Jay like that. Jay-Jay doesn’t deserve it and I refuse to let you make me feel like shit for sticking to my beliefs.”

Adrien let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “I would never.” Adrien pushed the door to the fort open and let a small smile flit across his face. “Oh Thana.” Adrien sat beside Thana, pulling her into his side with an arm around her shoulders, and hummed a song his mother used to sing to him. Adrien knew his friend needed him and was okay with being there for her.

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Desgracia, flanked by Trâu and Renarde Véloce, followed Althaeban into the place where they were meeting the four temporary holders. They each held a small octagonal box with the red symbol of the Guardian on top of it in preparation of this meeting.

Alix ran past them with a quick call of, “soon!” over her shoulder. She ducked into an alleyway out of the way and from the opposite direction Salihafa landed on the scene.

Monsieur Punaise strolled into the plaza, a small square of grass surrounded by sidewalks with buildings on three sides and the fourth side open to the rest of the city, with a small grin. He was excited to help the temporary heroes reach their full potential. He bumped Desgracia’s shoulder before standing beside Salihafa.

Their four chosen rushed into the plaza, their hair all but streaks of colour until they stopped. Alicia stops closer to the gathered heroes than her three friends, Bellamy just behind her in front of Marc and Brielle. Marc’s black hair stood out beside Brielle’s short blonde bob. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair before looking around at his friends.

“Is everyone alright? Everyone’s together?” Bellamy asked as he double checked that his three friends were there.

Alicia laughed and shook her head, her dark violet hair swaying behind her. “Yes Mom. We’re all here and alright.”

Brielle nudged Bellamy to get his attention. “Bellamy. We have company.”

Salihafa couldn’t contain her laughter any longer. “Oh Bug boy. They’re hilarious. Can we keep them?”

Monsieur Punaise shook his head. “Hafa, we can’t keep them, not if they don’t want to be kept.”

Marc smiled, watching the heroes interact as though they were simply friends and not the Heroes of Paris. Their eyes flicked over the assembled heroes before landing on the four holding octagonal boxes. “What’s going on?” They looked back at Monsieur Punaise and Salihafa and frowned. “Why do they have octagonal boxes?”

Monsieur Punaise’s grin grew only larger before he waved at the four chosen. “Hello you four. Due to special circumstances the six of us will be out of Paris for a while, which is where you four come in. In our absence, we ask that you, Alicia, Bellamy, Brielle and Marc, step in to assist us in our fight against Hawkmoth.” As each name is called, a hero steps up in front of them and presents them with a box.

Renarde Véloce presented Alicia with an octagonal box with a smile. “This is the Miraculous of the Mouse, which will grant you the power of Multiplication. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Alicia nodded and accepted the box.

Trâu presented Bellamy with an octagonal box with a slight upturn of his lips. “This is the Miraculous of the Dragon, which will grant you the power of Perfection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Bellamy nodded seriously and accepted the box from the hero.

Althaeban presented Brielle with a similar octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Bee, which will grant you the power of Subjection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Brielle smiled professionally and nodded. “I will do my best.” She accepted the box from the hero.

Desgracia presented Marc with the last octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Horse, which will grant you the power of Teleportation. Will you accept this Miraculous, fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence, and give safe passage to Monsieur Punaise to help him purify the Akuma and reverse the damage done? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Marc looked at the hero and nodded, accepting the box. “Yes, Desgracia.”

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Jason scrubbed his hands down his face, looking over the paperwork in front of him. He let out a tired sigh before standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Jason felt thin arms wrap around his waist and he smiled before ruffling the short black hair atop Damian’s head. “Hey, Little Nugget.”

“Baba,” Damian responded. “What’re you doing?”

Jason chuckled, sitting back down on the couch and pulling Damian onto his lap. “Going over some paperwork. Would you want to legally be considered mine? To legally be Damian al Ghul-Todd?”

Damian’s green eyes widened and a hesitant smile spread across his face. “Do you mean that?”

Jason smiled at his little boy. “Of course I do ya hayati.” Jason wrapped his arms around Damian and rested his chin on the top of his head. “You’ve been mine in my heart for nearly three years now, Little Nugget.”

Damian laughed, and nodded. “Okay.” Damian nuzzled Jason’s shoulder before sliding off of his lap to go talk to one of the men Jason claimed as brothers.

Jason sighed and ran his hand over his face.

---

Jason, accompanied by Damian and his dumb brothers, strode into the Iceberg Lounge. “Cobblepott?”

Oswald Cobblepott poked his head up from behind the bar with an inquistial “yes?”

“Do you have a legal guy? Someone who helped you get this place?”

“Why do you ask?” Oswald asked, slinging a towel over his shoulder.

“I want to legally be able to claim Damian. I don’t want anyone to be able to take him away from me.”

“Good for you.” Oswald smiled before appearing to get lost in thought. “I believe Dent is still a member of the bar. He could probably help you.”

Jason nodded, “thanks.” He turned to his brothers and his Little Nugget. “Can one of you watch him while I go talk to Dent?”

Dick nodded. “Can we introduce him to Pam?”

Jason looked over his Little Nugget’s outfit, a red hoodie with blue jeans and sneakers, before nodding. “Remember, red sleeves will keep him safe. Do you have your’s?”

Tim pushed the sleeve of Conner’s leather jacket to reveal long red sleeves while Dick just pulled on a letterman jacket with red leather sleeves (a jacket he’d had commissioned by their favourite designer (who just seemed to get Gothamite fashion for some reason)).

Jason pulled Damian into a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Behave for your dumb uncles, and don’t take off the red sleeves. You may have been publicly claimed as the only biological son of Bruce Wayne but that doesn’t mean anything to bad guys.”

Damian nodded, a very small smile on his face. “I promise I’ll behave Baba.”

---

Damian, Dick and Tim walked into the Botanical Garden with appreciative gasps at the fauna.

Dick and Tim smiled at their nephew, at the clear awe that was displayed on his face. They shared a look before looking back at Damian, to notice that he’d pulled out his sketchbook and was squatting in front of a patch of flowers they were sure he’d never seen before drawing them in as much detail as he could.

“What are you three doing here? Doesn’t Daddy Dearest frown upon mingling with the riff raff?” Pam’s amused voice carried throughout the oversized greenhouse. Where most others would hear a mocking tone in her voice, the older two knew that what she said was merely said in jest.

“Hey Pam.” Dick called out as Tim went to collect their wayward charge, who’d managed to wander a little too close to a patch of pitcher plants.

“Morning glory, Solidago.” Pam smiled and waved at the older boys. “Well hello there child of Sundew, what a beautiful day it is today. Were you observing the patch of Sundew and other Drosera plants?”

Dami nodded and smiled. “Lycoris.” Damian waved at the red head. “They’re lovely, just like Baba.”

Pam smiled and scooped the tyke up into her arms. “Let’s go see the different plants.”

Dick and Tim could only share confused looks with one another as Pam carried Damian around the greenhouse.

---

Jason sat in the back corner of the café he was supposed to be meeting Harvey Dent in, a window to his side and the wall at his back. He brought the cup of coffee up to his lips, savouring the aroma of café coffee as he waited for the older man.

Harvey Dent walked into the café a few minutes later, his head down but his eyes focused on the path in front of him. Harvey slid into the chair opposite Jason, blue meeting blue, before Harvey smiled. “How can I help you?”

Jason set the cup of coffee down, folded his hands on the table in front of him, and took a deep breath. “I need you to help me file for legal custody of Damian al Ghul-Wayne. He has been my son for the last three years but Mr. Wayne publicly claimed him the other day. I can get Damian’s mother’s signature but Mr. Wayne is going to fight it.” Jason looked down at his hands, before letting out a shaky breath. “Mr. Wayne didn’t even know that he existed until a few days before the press conference. Mr. Dent, I need your help to keep my son.”

Harvey Dent looked at the man, really looked at him, and nodded. “Okay kid. Anything to get under Brucie Wayne’s skin.” Harvey chuckled, before his eyes landed on Jason’s red sleeves. “Why is one sleeve shorter than the other?”

“It’s for my sister.” Jason answered with a shrug.

Harvey frowned. “Does that ever accurately explain it?”

“With everyone who knew her.” Jason finished his cup of coffee and looked at Harvey. “Can we set up a time for an appointment to go over the details at a later date? I have to go rescue my son from my brothers.”

Harvey nodded and rose, extending a hand to Jason. “What time next week works best for you?”

Jason grasped the older man’s hand and shook it. “I’ll probably be at the Lounge Monday through Wednesday from ten to three and only there Thursday and Friday from noon to two. My son wants to spend some time getting to know his Aleuma’s friends.”

Harvey smiled and nodded. “I will see you Tuesday at ten.”

Jason watched the older man walk out of the café before he turned to find his waitress. He smiled charmingly at her. “I’m sorry miss. I don’t mean to bother you, I just need to get my check from you as soon as you can bring it to me. I let two of my brothers take my son out for the day and I have a feeling that they took him somewhere I didn’t approve of and I need to go rescue him.”

The waitress, named Kellie, smiled and nodded. “Of course sir. Just one moment.” She disappeared for a moment before returning with his check. “I hope your son understands how lucky he is to have you as a father.”

Jason smiled and nodded. “He knows.” Jason pulled out his wallet and gave her his debit card. “Thank you for your help.” He put a twenty dollar bill down on the table and walked out of the section before taking his card back from the waitress. “Have a great rest of your day.”

---

Jason woke up on Sunday with his son splayed across his chest. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of Damian’s head. He loved waking up in the morning, and not at three am to his son having a nightmare. Unfortunately, his phone started ringing loudly, “What’s Up Danger” pouring from his speaker.

“Roy?” Jason mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Jason? I’m sorry if I woke you up. I just, I need help.”

“Roy. Are you using again? Where are you? Where’s Lian?”

“No, I’m not using again. Lian and I are at Oliver’s. Jade just dumped Lian on me, Jade just dumped Lian on me and Lian has this brand on the small of her back and I want to kill the mother of my child.”

“Hey. Roy. No. I can send Alfred to get the two of you and have him drop you off at my apartment so I can make you coffee and breakfast? You’ll get to officially meet my son?”

“You have a son?” Roy whispered in shock.

“Do you need me to call Alfred to see if he can give you a ride? Or can you make it on your own?” Jason ran a hand through his son’s hair and smiled as his Little Nugget nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“Can you call Alfred?”

---

Roy Harper sat at the island in Jason’s apartment. Dick stood in the living room cooing down at Lian, who he held against his chest.

“Tell me about you and Jade.” Jason smiled at his friend as he cooked.

“It wasn’t anything special.” Roy took a sip of coffee. “Lian is the best thing to ever happen to either of us, or at least I thought she was.”

“Baba?” Damian stumbled into the kitchen and wrapped himself around Jason’s leg.

“Good morning Kutlat Saghira. Say hi to Roy.” Jason ruffled Damian’s hair with a smile.

“Hi Roy.” Damian mumbled.

Roy smiled and waved. “Hi Damian.”

---

“Hey Jaybird?” Dick called as he walked into the kitchen.

Jason glanced over his shoulder at his older brother. "What's up Dickiebird?"

Dick slumped against the counter and offered him a smile. "So, Kor'i and I are getting divorced. Kor'i's going back to Tamaran but I get to keep Mar'i. And because I love you and don't want to put you out, Wally's offered to let Mar'i and I stay with him."

"Okay. Are you okay?" Jason wiped his hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him. "Do you need anything? Do you need me to take you out to go drinking?"

Dick chuckled and shook his head. "No Jaybird. I don't need you to take me drinking. Thanks for being so chill about it."

"You're my brother Dick, and the uncle of my son. I'm not B, I'm always going to be here for you."

---

Jason sat beside Mr. Dent across the table from Bruce Wayne and his lawyers.

“What is this about Jason?” Bruce sounded exasperated and shook his head.

“Mr. Wayne. My client called this meeting to discuss custody of young Mister al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Custody? Of my son?” Bruce’s voice grew dark and Jason had to fight against his instinct to flinch at the man’s tone.

Mr. Dent frowned at the man before looking at the man’s legal team. “Please keep your client under control. My client was a minor under his care when he had his unfortunate accident.”

Bruce glowered. “Oh. Boohoo.”

“Mr. Wayne. It is in your best interest to calm yourself.”

Jason glanced at Harvey, who nodded, before looking back at the legal team. “I just want custody of Mr. al Ghul-Wayne. I don’t want financial support from you, I’m not doing this for your money. I’m doing this because I love him.”

Bruce growled and stood up. He was about to speak when Jason spoke again.

“Besides, after what you said after the press conference I thought you’d be glad to be rid of him, seeing as he is the child of a rogue, and the grandchild of a rogue.”

“You shut your fucking mouth you ungrateful brat.”

“Mr. Wayne.” The head of the Wayne Enterprises legal team, Abraham Shields, spoke. “Calm yourself before we have you removed from the room and we, the legal team, act in the best interest of the company.”

Mr. Dent’s face grew in a gleeful smile. “All my client wants is to retain custody of young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne, as my client has been young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne’s primary guardian and caretaker for the last three years.”

---

The two legal teams, and their clients, sat in the courtroom of Judge Alika Mahelona with Damian al Ghul-Wayne sitting on the witness stand.

“Now, Mr. al Ghul-Wayne-” Judge Mahelona began before Damian cut her off.

“I’m sorry, excuse me Your Honour, but Baba says my name is Damian al Ghul-Todd.” Damian in all his adorable nine-year-old politeness helpfully corrected the judge.

Judge Mahelona smiled. “Can you point to who Baba is for me?”

Damian smiled and nodded before pointing at Jason. “That’s Baba. He takes care of me and loves me even when I make mistakes.”

“He sounds like a good father. Now, I’m going to ask a hard question and I want you to answer as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?”

Damian smiled. “Yes Your Honour.”

“Who do you want to live with?” Judge Mahelona asked the boy, she was not expecting his answer.

“I want to keep living with my Baba. He helped me get away from the bad place with the bad people, and he’s very nice. He’s helping me acclimate to America and he doesn’t get mad when I can’t remember the words in English. I haven’t known Baba very long but he’s the best parent I’ve ever had, because I only met Mr. Wayne a few weeks ago.”

Judge Mahelona smiled and nodded. “Okay. Then I grant custody to Mr. Todd.”

Bruce growled and threw a glare in Jason’s direction. “Fine.” He stood up, turned on his heel and stalked out of the courtroom.

“I’d like to formally introduce the Todd family.”

Damian ran off of the witness stand and attacked Jason in a hug.

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claudehenrion · 4 years

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Les mots pour le dire... ou pas !

C'est étrange comme les mots peuvent être soumis à la mode et être ainsi ou aussi un reflet fidèle de leur temps. L'exemple le plus récent –mais d'une violence extrême-- est le mot ''Confinement'', qui s'est imposé dans notre paysage urbain et lexical en trois coups de cuiller à manque de pot. Hier encore totalement inconnu au bataillon, le voilà entré en grand arroi dans notre vocabulaire le plus intime : combien de fois par jour vous arrive-t-il de le prononcer, même sans vous en rendre compte ? Je vais vous donner la bonne réponse : un nombre incalculable de fois !

Il a tout pour plaire, ce néologisme qui n'en est pas un ! Grâce à sa racine ''con'', il permet toutes les interprétations et tous les jeux possibles. Voilà un vocable que l'on peut écrire en un, en deux, ou en trois ''mots'', en y insérant des césures là où on a envie d'en mettre, en insistant soit sur le radical ''con'', tout de même l'un des plus riches, des plus prometteurs (?) et des plus ''ouverts'' (si j'ose !) de la langue française, soit sur l'enclitique ''finement'' qui permet de constituer une unité syntaxique et accentuelle (comme l'affirme le Littré, de manière limpide, dans le langage de tous les jours --Madame Michu en aurait eu, des choses à dire !).

Mais comme rien n'est simple, dans la vie, et surtout pas elle-même, ce vocable ''câblé'' a aussitôt donné naissance à une famille lexicale, ce qui est une des principales qualités et une superbe richesse des langues latines : autour d'un mot, on décline une famille de ''sous-mots'' qui vont tourner autour et permettre à l'auditeur attentif de savoir de quoi on parle même s'il n'a jamais entendu le son émis. Par exemple, un simple ''chat'', fût-il de gouttière, entraîne chatte, chaton, chatterie, chattement, chattemite, enchatonner et son contraire déchatonner, chatière, entrechat, et, en poussant le concept dans ses retranchements ultimes, chat perché et cha-land (si utile quand les boutiques rouvrent), voire même chat-parder. Ou chat... mallow (pour les anglophones et les adeptes de la malbouffe). (NDLR : dans la plupart des langues non-latines, chat et chaton, par exemple, se disent ''cat'' et ''kitten'' ou bien 貓 (= māo) et 小貓 (Xiǎo māo), et il existe un mot sans racine commune pour tous les autres vocables qui sont chez nous dérivés).

Et patatras ! Des évolutions lexicales ne se sont pas fait attendre, et on a très vite vu fleurir, sous les lambris richement dorés de nos Palais nationaux (souvenirs de nos gloires passées et d'époques où le Beau avait encore pignon sur rue au lieu d'avoir le pognon en rut), en commençant par l'Elysée (à tout seigneur, tout bonheur !), un premier dérivé orthographique, qui s'est trouvé correspondre à une dérive conceptuelle : le ''dé-confinement''. En théorie, ce devrait être une espèce de contraire, le préfixe ''dé-'', héritier du latin ''dis-'', ayant pour fonction principale de modifier le sens du terme-source en exprimant l'éloignement, la privation, la cessation, la négation, la destruction, un état contraire ou inverse. L'existence et l'essence restant unies par des liens plurivoquement univoques mais polymorphes, le confinement induirait donc, automatiquement, un dé-confinement… Mais nous venons de découvrir que ''être déconfiné'' n'est qu'une toute petite fraction de ''être confiné'' : c’est comparable à ce que le relatif est à l'absolu, en quelque sorte !

Cependant, dans la tradition uniformément coercitive de notre république, la menace n'est jamais loin pour qui dévie de la ''Doxa'' que nos dirigeants croient faire partie (par délégation implicite) de nos bulletins de vote, le seul fait d'être élus leur donnant ipso facto deux droits inaliénables : nous piquer tous nos sous au nom de notre bien commun tel qu'ils le conçoivent, eux, pour eux, et nous faire ''pan-pan tutu'' en public à la première incartade à leurs règles foireuses, à leurs idées idiotes et à leur autoritarisme pathologique... Sous vos applaudissements, Mesdames et Messieurs, voici donc, dans toute sa majesté, ''le re-confinement''... porteur de tous nos (dés-) espoirs de privation de vacances hors des banlieues de nos villes. (NDLR : que d'argent va être économisé, à force de ne plus rien faire d'agréable, de sympa, de joyeux, de… normal ! Quand le moment viendra de passer à la caisse pour boucher le gouffre sans fond du ''et quelqu'en soit le prix'' présidentiel, nos ogres énarchiens se féliciteront de nous avoir contraints à ne rien dépenser !).

Une remarque philologique s'impose, à ce stade de notre réflexion de fond sur l'évolution de notre ex-belle langue française : la logique voudrait que tout re-confinement soit suivi d'un dé-re-confinement, qui ouvrirait la porte à des re-dé-re-déconfinements à venir... qui nous permettront d'espérer la survenue de leur contraire, en boucle... Il est donc à prévoir que nous resterons dans la grande Histoire majuscule comme ''la génération qui a connu le Grand Confinement'' (un peu comme on parle du déluge, de la grande peste, de la Révolution française ou de la guerre de 14 : une de ces dates qui marquent à jamais ceux qui ont eu la chance (après coup... Parce que sur le moment, c'est tout sauf une chance !) de connaître un événement qui ne s'apparente à aucun autre. Nous, ça a été la découverte que nous n'avions pas le meilleur système de santé du monde et que ce que nous appelions par habitude ''les progrès de la science'' étaient nuls et non avenus devant le premier coronavirus (autre mot qui va faire date, dans le registre des terreurs idiotes de notre cerveau reptilien !) venu.

Depuis hier, il ne nous reste plus qu’à écouter les cons dé-finés disserter sur ''le jour d'après''. Je peux vous dire de source sûre que cette périphrase n'a rien signifié d'autre, pour eux, que ''décapsuler une autre bière fraîche'' (comme ils l'ont fait jusqu'à plus soif pendant tout leur confinement : en moyenne, ils ont pris 4 kg !). Et ils n'en peuvent plus d'attendre pour courir à MacDo se taper un hamburger dégoulinant en récitant leur couplet sur la ''malbouffe''. La seule chose qui semble compter, en cette date hystérique du 11 mai 2020, c'est de reprendre au plus vite le train-train... tout en répétant d'un air componctueux que ''rien ne sera plus comme avant '' et en récitant bêtement, pour la (n+10) ème fois, la liste convenue des ''Ya ka-fô kon'' qui devraient illuminer un futur sans ''confinement''. Il faut avoir l'âme bien chevillée au cœur pour ne pas désespérer, parfois, de l'espèce humaine !

H-Cl.

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twin-heroes · 5 years

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i was working on other stuff n this idea hasn’t left my head so i present to you, a-cheng the cat, the mdzs modern au about a cat named a-cheng.

• jc seems like one of those people that hate cats for no reason (“they are evil, dogs r better”)

• wwx decides to adopt a kitty and name it a-cheng just to spite jc

• jc hates it so much

• it’s even worse bc wwx will start talking to a-cheng in a baby voice like “aww, a-cheng is so cute today, what a good baby” jc is literally choking up blood

• a-cheng is a soft lil gray tabby w a purple ribbon around his neck— his personality is a lot more like wwx than jc. jc had literal glaring competitions with the cat. (a-cheng always wins)

• jc thought he had an ally within jl, he really thought his dog owning nephew was going to back him up— but no, he caught jl cooing at a-cheng and it was the ultimate betrayal

• “get away from that demon!” “uncle, it’s a freaking cat”

• the only friend he has in this is jzx who shares his sentiments and he doesn’t even want jzx as his friend

• lwj hates the fact the cat is named “a-cheng” he’s never called him a-cheng, instead he refers to him as 小猫 (xiǎo māo) aka kitten/little cat. (a-cheng fears lwj so he doesn’t even question it)

• their son lsz used to call him a-cheng, but one time he was calling for a-cheng and made direct eye contact with jc and lost his soul. from that day forward he calls the cat, “uncle jiangcat”

• if u thought jc had a bad rs with a-cheng, what till u see jzx, he firmly believes the cat is out to get him (read: jzx is afraid of the cat)

• “that cat wants me dead” “dad don’t be dumb he’s a nice cat !!!” “a-ling, don't call your dad dumb, a-xuan, i don’t think the cat wants you dead”

• one time jc was cat sitting a-cheng and the damn cat ran away so he called jzx for help and everything went to chaos. there was screaming, there was crying, but mostly there was a lot of screaming (thank u brina for this idea im still crying)

• jc eventually does warm up to a-cheng though he will never admit it, especially not to wwx

that’s all for now this au is called a cheng the cat n maybe one day i will come back to it pls make this my legacy

#mo dao zu shi #headcanon #au where #a cheng the cat #im v cat biased

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zhongwen-lingblr · 4 years

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Animals / Pets ^_^

🐶 狗 [gǒu] Dog

🐱 猫 [māo] Cat

🐹 鼠 / 小鼠 [shǔ / xiǎo shǔ] Rat / mouse

🐷 猪 [zhū] Pig

🐔 鸡 [jī] Chicken