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💬 23 🔁 74 ❤️ 200 · Mira was sitting in the closet when Celine found her. Scrunched up and hiding away like she’d committed a crime. “Hell

Continuation from ^ Previous post started by @waterfire1848 and @lapapavale

Making another post is a good idea. The original was getting too long 😂

"Yes. I had some crackers and chips. Zoey really wanted a burger for breakfast so I had to spend ten minutes telling her no." Eun-Kyung laughed. She laughed until she noticed Celine's face and her expression fell, "Was I not supposed to say no? Did I hurt her?"

"Oh! No, no! You didn't hurt her!" Celine held up her hands, "It's just that werewolves need more meat than humans. Zoey needs more calories and iron to keep herself healthy. Probably not a whole burger for breakfast as she is a pup but some form of meat to keep her healthy."

"Just jot that down with all the other stuff I don't know about raising a werewolf baby."

"It's not easy. There's a learning curve." Celine assured her, "You'll get the hang of it though."

"How did your family learn? Or are your parents...?"

"My father was a human but my mother was a werewolf. She raised me and my sister the same way she was raised so I had something of a mentor growing up to tell me how a pup should be raised and taken care of." Celine told her.

"Something of a?" Eun-Kyung asked.

"My mother, sister, and father passed away when I was very young. Along with the rest of my pack." Celine revealed, "I never....It's hard to remember lessons from when you're only four years old."

"You were that young?"

Celine shook her head, running a hand through her hair, "We don't need to talk about that right now. What's important is you and Zoey." Celine pulled out a chair from the table and pulled herself close to Eun-Kyung who was already sitting down, "I meant it when I said I could help. I can bring you and Zoey to South Korea, give Zoey a place to really be a pup. She already gets along very well with Mira and Rumi."

"She does." It was distant but Eun-Kyung could hear her daughter playing in the yard. As a human, Zoey didn't have many friends. Her teachers and classmates called her weird and distanced themselves from her whenever she tried to play. As a wolf, she did have some....acquaintances---Eun-Kyung didn't like calling wild animals friends---but they were just that acquaintances, "I can't ask you to spend all that money though---"

"Eun...I'm a Sunlight Sister and CEO. I have more money than the leaders of some small countries." Her words didn't provide any further comfort to Eun-Kyung, "I just want to make sure Zoey has a chance to have a pack. Growing up as a lone wolf isn't good for werewolves."

"You grew up as a lone wolf?" Her words weren't said with any kind of malice but they hit something keep in Celine.

"And I can tell you that you don't want that for Zoey."

Getting them to South Korea was easy on paper. A nightmare in legality and with stubborn people. Even though ‘Charlie’ didn’t show up for his wife and pup, he decided to use Eun-Kyung’s decline against them. All together, getting them safely overseas took months.

By the time they got home it was almost time for Chuseok. The Hwan family was planning a large gathering, in part to introduce Eun-Kyung and Zoey to all of their family. Celine wasn’t planning much. A visit to the Hunter’s Memorial before letting the girls eat seongpyeon and run loose. Eun-Kyung was doing well. There were still rough days, but she and Zoey were doing better.

lapapavale

Mira and Zoey were doing really, really well!

Their wolves forms were getting bigger and stronger.

#werewolf au #kpdh #small pups big mama #werewolf!zoey #werewolf!mira #werewolf!rumi #werewolf!celine #kpop demon hunters #little pups big mama #bookmark #not mine

It wasn’t often the got a lot of snow on Jeju. There was the occasional blizzard or heaping of days of snow. But nothing like this.

“CANON BALL!” The cheerful squeal was Celine’s rare warning before she heard the ‘umph’ of someone falling into deep snow.

Eun-Kyung’s cousin had called a few days before the storm started, asking Celine to take Zoey. Even though her friend was getting help, there were still rough periods and their family understood Zoey felt safer with Celine.

Celine put her work aside to check the pups. Mira had decided that being stuck inside meant she could terrorize the other two with scary movies and try new dances. Though the trio loved each other (thank Honmoon) they were still children with short tempers stuck in a small house.

The storm had barely started to let up, but it seemed Zoey at least didn’t care.

“BANZAI!” Nor Rumi. Of course Mira wouldn’t be far behind, but Celine could hope-

“AAAA!” Nope. All three pups seemed to take the slowing weather as a sign to be outside. Celine just hoped they didn’t freeze their tails or fingers.

The snow reached over a meter high, with drifts piled against the main door inside. It kept their home sealed and warm, but cabin fever still existed. Celine walked up the stairs, quickly finding a half open window with a mess of tracks outside it. Grabbing a blanket to shield herself, Celine made her way slowly. The pups were diving in and out of a pile of snow, using the closed in garden as a way to escape the high drifts. It was rather cute, if laughable how all three were climbing about.

Zoey had shifted, using her paws to dig a path for the other two. Mira was balanced on a piece of plastic on top of the snow, her tail out for balance as she prepared to pounce. Which left-

“Celine!” Ah, there she was. Celine felt laughter bubble up her throat as she caught sight of Rumi buried to her neck in snow. “Join us!” The delight and pride from the trio now looking at her made her warm.

Work could wait. Their home was warm, filled with food, and wood for heat. How often would moments like this happen?

Shedding the blanket, Celine let herself change. The bitter cold lessened -barely- against her skin as thick fur settled. Her paws struggled to find traction for a moment before she leapt off the rough. The pups cheered and squealed as she landed with a muffled ‘umph’.

“Rar!” She grunted as Mira landed on her. Apparently deciding that Celine was a better target than Zoey. “Celine’s it!”

Celine chased the pups around the snow for hours. Letting them burn energy until even her paws were tender. Dinner was served to half asleep pups bundled in blankets later that day. The warm floor, hearty meal, and adventurous day worked in Celine’s favor. As all four of them ended up piled together and asleep before their meal was finished.

AU - Celine knows she’s a werewolf. She’s known since she was a child and her family was killed by hunters. She kept her secret for years to ensure her safety but, after Mi Yeong’s death, Celine has a growing depression and loneliness problem. This takes a turn when she finds a random little purple pup walking and crying in the forest, she knows she’s gotta help the little one. And the red pup being held by the Kang family, she needs to help her too….And the little pup in California—she might have a problem with collecting children.

lapapavale

TOLD YOU I WOULD COME BACK @waterfire1848

Being a lone wolf sucks.

It's horrible, it's painful. Celine knew that.

Since she was young, since she was a cub, she knew it.

The hunters killed her family. They just didn't kill her because when she howled, the full moon vibrated with her symphony.

Her first family was slaughtered by the same kind of person she had to become.

(The worst part? Werewolves had nothing to do with Gwi-ma. They didn't harm people, they only hunted animals for food during the full moon, when the changes couldn't wait.)

She knew that her mentors only killed them because one of her older cousins went mad and started attacking humans.

That didn't change the fact that they killed her entire pack for it.

And her second family? Poppy and Mi-Yeong?

They were desecrated by her own flesh.

Being a lone wolf isn't as beautiful as many people want to see it.

A wolf hunts in a pack; a wolf is dependent on its pack.

A lone wolf becomes depressed and slowly dies of a broken heart.

So, the last thing she wanted to hear was a puppy in the forest behind the hanok, in the middle of a full moon, just as she was turning into her wolf form.

She could only pray for the puppy, she could only hope that it had a family and that they weren't bad people.

One way or another, her conscience wouldn't allow her to leave the puppy alone in the middle of the forest during one of its transformations. Any other predator could catch it.

She pushed herself up on her legs, leaving the hanok courtyard behind her and making a beeline for where she heard the puppy's small whimpers of lament.

And when she arrived?

Oh, what a horrible, beautiful sight.

It was a small puppy, its lilac fur standing out in the undergrowth. It couldn't have been more than three months old in its wolf's body.

So, about three years old as a human?

Celine approached the bush softly, trying to make herself smaller as she got closer to the puppy.

She whined softly, her muzzle almost at earth level, trying not to look intimidating and taking small steps toward the puppy, who definitely looked stressed.

Alone.

Alone?

She sniffed the air around the puppy. Around the place.

Nothing. Just… Just puppy breath and puppy smell.

Not another werewolf in the zone.

The puppy now was doing the side head thing with her, the little cub was curious about this other werewolf.

Their big paws moving towards Celine. She stood there, waiting for the cub.

Yep. That pup was her now. Fuck people and demons.

And when the pup started to nip her, looking for milk because they were definitely hungry, she grab them by their neck and started to transport them into her house.

@lapapavale You came back!! This is so good!!! I love it!! Little Rumi is adorable! I am curious about "They were desecrated by her own flesh" did Celine kill them while she was a wolf? Were they killed by other werewolves????

The rest of the night was spent howling----and trying to keep a tiny pup from falling over her own paws.

lapapavale

The first thing that came to mind was that other wolves went mad or caught a disease like rabies and started killing people or something, and when they came to hunt them down, they killed the girls.

(If Celine killed her pack, I think she would commit suicide.)

She can't do this.

She swear. She swear that she didn't howl that much yesterday!

How one of her neighbors, who lives more than 6 kilometers away, who arrived at her door that morning asking if she needed help hunting the wolves in her garden?

Awwww!!!!!!! I’m trying so hard not to turn this into a fic right now! But the idea of Rumi meeting Mira at 8 is so cute! Rumi senses another werewolf and runs to play with Mira because, why wouldn’t she want to play? Only for Mira’s parents to stop her and scold Rumi which gets Celine involved and causes her to realize Mira is a werewolf.

Also your explanation for the Sunlight Sister’s deaths makes sense. I can see Celine being just emotionally destroyed at the fact that werewolves caused their deaths.

Sooo ummm…check the comments? But here!

While Celine is watching them play (it took a bit before Mira wrestled with Rumi) she’s also trying to figure out how she ended up with non-Werewolves. Recessive gene? Adoption? K-Drama level switched at birth? There’s to many options-

“Uh oh”

Instantly, instincts are rushing her to the girls sides with her weapons brushing her fingers. She only stops when her eyes register a red cub. A very small, underweight cub. Rumi is frozen, half on top of who Celine realizes is Mira, with big eyes.

And the Honmoon was sparkling over them both.

“Oh boy,” Celine can already feel the headache coming on.

I love this!!!

Celine fights the incoming headache as best she can but it's hard.

She was fine with taking in a pup that had no one else. That was hard but she did just fine.

Hope this is entertaining? Lol.

Why is it that the first thing I thought of was

Mira: I’m seven!

Celine: Yes. A baby.

Celine’s about to have fun

Long term, Mira would need her own space. But for now, Celine could put together another bed, maybe go looking around the storage buildings on the grounds for building supplies.

“Why?” The soft question pulled her from her thoughts. Celine raised a questioning brow as she looked down at the stubborn tilt and tense stance.

“Because here we’re safe.” It was a simple truth. One her Soul Pieces had made true with every full moon and fight. The hanock was safe. The world outside it could be as nosy, as intimidating, as demanding as it wanted. But here? Here would always be safe for them.

Mira didn’t look like she believed her, but she nodded and let it go.

“If you feel like you want to change you are allowed too. You can be whatever shape you want.” Mira’s eyes widened again at her words. “Sometimes people from nearby will come here, but you can be whatever you want. Just..” Celine didn’t want her to be discouraged but she needed to keep both pups safe. “Don’t change in front of others. With me and Rumi or by yourself. Whatever you want. But not in front of people who don’t know, okay?”

“What if they bounce me like Rumi?” Celine bent down to settle at eye level. Standing in those heels was starting to kill her. “Can I scratch them?”

“No,” she huffed amusingly. “But you can run away from them. You can come to me anytime.” Mira nodded and let out a big breath. “It’s late, why don’t we get some food and go see how many teddies Rumi used for a bed?”

…

Celine wasn’t surprised at all that Rumi and Mira were still awake after midnight. The soft giggles and the clatter of tiny claws on wood should have made her get up. Instead, she felt relaxed. Her tail gave soft thumps on the floor as she listened to her pups play in the dark. It would mean a late morning, but she really didn’t plan much for the next day anyway. Let the pups play.

“It tastes funny,” she heard Mira’s voice.

“That’s the lotion Seen uses.” Okay, maybe she needed to get up after all.

The year passed by without much fanfare. Celine had been right. The first few full moons for Mira were torture because she had been so deprived at her home. During her first full moon, she didn’t understand that they could actually leave the house and would whine and hide whenever she got anywhere close to leaving the courtyard.

It took time and a lot of convincing but Mira’s true emotions and behavior soon surfaced. Celine found that Mira remained heavily guarded as a person but she was kind and sweet towards both her and Rumi. With no intention of making Mira change, Celine would only comment on her behavior if Mira was rude to someone.

For that first year, everything was absolutely perfect.

And then they took a trip to America.

It was for a business meeting that Celine couldn’t miss and she couldn’t exactly leave the girls with a babysitter unless she wanted the pups on the news because the babysitter got a picture of them with ears and tails. So, they came with her.

During one hot night, Celine was out buying them some desserts—why was everything in America swimming in sugar—when she saw her. The little pup was so smaller. Almost as small as Mira had been when she first saw her and she was crying and shaking.

“Hi, sweetie.” Celine whispered, “Are you hungry?”

The pup bolted.

“Hang on!” Celine called. Was it smart to chase after a pup? No. Was Celine still going to do it? Yes.

She chased the pup all the way to a small house where she ran inside. The house was nice, small but nice, and there was nothing around that seemed to symbolize any kind of abuse or neglect but Celine really didn’t like seeing a pup so small out on her own in the city.

“Hello?” Celine knocked on the door.

A tired woman answered, holding the pup close to her body. She looked like she was one medium wind away from collapsing, “Hi. Am-Am I expecting you?”

“No. You aren’t. I just followed…”

Her eyes fell to the pup and widened. As if she forgot she was holding her, “OH! This-This is my dog! Zo….Zoues! Zoues! It’s how we say Zeus in Korea…where I’m from so you wouldn’t get it.”

“I’m Korean.” Celine lifted an eyebrow, “And she’s a werewolf pup.”

“How…How do you know that?” Celine showed off her fangs, “You should come inside.”

One very long explanation and several cups of tea later Celine met a sleepy little girl with freckles and one missing fang.

She’d already called Mira and Rumi at the hotel, giving them permission to order room service. With limits! She’d learned those two had eyes bigger than their stomachs and a love for sugar that rivaled [Third’s name].

“It’s hard,” Eun-Kyung admitted. “Most days I don’t even remember my routine, much less Zoey’s.” Celine listened, but her eyes moved around the room.

The house was lived in, but felt…bare. Like a picture taken of a moment frozen. There were pictures and a few certificates on the walls. Scratches along the baseboards that couldn’t be cleaned away. The legs of one particular chair showed signs of many small teeth. But…there were no toys thrown about. No shoes or coat slung haphazardly by the door. No dishes on the drying rack, or on the stove. Tea towels were tied around handles, frayed from being used by teeth. A colorful alphabet spelled something on the fridge beside a magnetic notepad.

It seemed Hwan Eun-Kyung had no friends or partner, just a ghost of a man in pictures and a pup with a draw to explore.

“Charlie said it’s just work,” Celine’s eyes moved back to the other. Watching her brush her fingers through Zoey’s dark hair as the pup snuggled into her chest. “…wish he was cheating. Then I could be upset.”

“Why not return to Korea?” Celine asked as she reached to pour more tea. Sansuyu-cha wasn’t her favorite but it was a surprise to find in America. “You have family still there, yes?”

Eun-Kyung nodded, “in Yeosu-Si.”

“That’s not far from Jeju,” Celine added. “If you chose, my pups and I could help you as well. Give Zoey a place to run and learn.”

This little pup needed help. She may not need her in the same way Mira had. But Celine would still step in for the pup and Human mother.

“Why would you help us?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m not a werewolf.”

“Whoever said you had to be?” Celine asked

Her time as a pup wasn’t what she expected as a request. Maybe a story about the Moon Rabbit, or one of the French fairy tales she read for Mira and Rumi. Not…

“You don’ have too,” the softened tone made Celine uncoil and soften. The big brownie eyes watching were going to be weapons soon enough Celine could tell.

“Find your sleep clothes first,” Celine told her instead. Zoey’s whole being seemed to light up before she squirmed out of her Mother’s arms to bound off on all fours. “I’m not overstepping, am I?”

“No, I’ve run out of stories of home.” Eun-Kyung laughed softly. “She loves when I tell her about the concerts my brothers would take me to.”

A high pitched yip came from down the hall, followed by a small pup in an oversized pale blue shirt. It took Celine back to 1998 as she caught the album art designed on the shirt.

[Third’s Name] designed their art covers and their biggest one had actually managed to reach the top 10 charts in S. Korea and sold loads of merch. The waves of starlight that she’d drawn and painted and then redone over and over had ended up as their outfit theme too. Miyeong had teased Celine when she refused to wear anything else for days.

“I got changed!” Zoey explained as she jumped up to pull at Celine’s hand. “Story please please please!”

“How bout one about the Sunlight Sisters?” Celine felt like she was going to go blind as Zoey bounced and squealed but shared the same wide smile that Eun-Kyung now sported. “Did you know, [Third] loved to paint? One time, she convinced us to dye my fur…”

…

When Celine got back to the hotel, she wasn’t surprised to find two pups piled in her suitcase with her robe and bowls of cake and snacks around them. At least it didn’t smell like either had gotten sick. She’d count the win.

Neither seemed affected as she lifted them into the bed. Pulling the blankets and moving pillows around them into a bit of a barrier, she took a shower. She had to make a few calls, maybe hire a contractor for some renovations to whatever place Eun-Kyung-

“Su’lean?” The slow drawl of her name from the bathroom doorway broke her planning. Poking her head past the curtain showed Mira rubbing her face and holding the coat Celine had been wearing. “Wha’ happened? You said,” Mira yawned, “be right back.”

Celine did not want to have that conversation while in the shower, but when Mira settled into a ball by the sink she knew she’d have to anyway.

“I found another pup,” she explained. “Let me finish here and we’ll-“

“Another pup!” Two voices repeated, one with excitement while the other sounded worried. Celine groaned. Honmoon why!?

“Girls. Bed!”

“Are they real little? Can they play yet? Oh! Oh! Mira! What if they like music too! We can-“

“I don’t care! Other pups are stupid! And I hope Celine scratched them!”

“Mira!” Celine snapped, pulling the shower curtain to look at the duo. Rumi had frozen in shock while Mira was panting and slowly changing.

“No! I hate you! We don’t need any pups!” Celine couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened or how to fix it. Mira seemed to take the silence as answer though, because she stormed out of the bath.

“Rumi, pass me that towel and go sit on the bed. I’ll be right there.” Where were those parenting books now that she needed them. Again. “Honmoon give me patience and let me understand.”

#werewolf au #fanfiction #kpdh #kpop demon hunters #werewolf!celine #werewolf!rumi #werewolf!mira #werewolf!zoey #rumi kpdh #celine kpdh #bookmark

Mira was sitting in the closet when Celine found her. Scrunched up and hiding away like she’d committed a crime.

“Hello.”

The eight year old didn’t speak.

“Mira, what’s going on with you? You didn’t have a problem with hanging out with Rumi. This new pup—“

Dropout Celine with her unsupportive parents concept: after Miyeong died and the SLS were definitely in the past, her parents started expecting she would move back from Korea. And it’s not like they were going to say anything or push the issue while she was grieving, but it started being casually implied a lot until she finally went “???” and her mom just went “well, when you come home, of course” like it was obvious

Hi anon!!

YES!!! 100% YES!

Her family knows about Rumi. They know she’s raising Mi Yeong’s daughter and they don’t think anything of it. Celine can be a single mom in France. In fact, this is all the more reason for her to come home and get a real job. She has a baby to take care of and she’ll need a real job with real money to do that (they ignore that Celine is already incredibly rich and is still making hundreds of thousands of dollars working as a CEO).

When Rumi’s first birthday rolls around, Celine’s mom just straight up asks if she’ll need help with the nursery which is when Celine gets confused and her mom says “When you come home of course”

Celine: Why am I coming home?

Celine’s mom: Chérie, I know things have been hard with Mi Yeong passing away but you need to do what’s best for that little girl. She needs a stable environment and needs to see you in a real working role. You can live off of your singing money for a while but what happens when she gets sick or goes to school or needs new clothes. You need to start making a living and it’s high time you get a job that will actually allow for that.

Celine: I’m a Kpop—

Celine’s mom: A job that doesn’t involve you singing at…restaurants or on the street or whatever you did.

Celine: I sang at sold at stadiums.

Celine’s mom: Of course you did, chérie.

It ends with Celine saying she’s not coming home and her mom treating Celine like she’s being stubborn and not thinking clearly. When her mom suggests though that this will hurt Rumi is when Celine hangs up because mentally she can’t even entertain that thought for a second or she will breakdown.

I don’t know why but I just make Celine’s mom and dad the worst people whenever I think of them. But now I’m just thinking of them telling Rumi singing isn’t a real job or telling friends and family Celine isn’t being a good mom because she’s not taking care of Rumi.

lightpartyadventures

It would be hilarious if her parents pathalogically refuse too acknowledge Celine's success till well after Celine starts Sunlight Entertainment and they just walk into the store and see her face plastered on multiple magazines labeled 'Top 10 most successful women in business.' And 'how CEO Kang Celine built her empire from scratch.' And they immediately pivot too try too socially mooch off her success with their peers but have burned almost all avenues with all their comments no one believes they have access too any of Celine's wealth.

Again YES!!!! THIS!!

Her parents have no idea how popular Kpop is/how popular Celine is so they basically just think she was singing for money on the street or sang for events from time to time (they think of her in the same way most would when they hear someone is in a band) and they’re located far enough away from Korea that they don’t really understand how popular Celine is (and believing her is jus out of the question). So when they visit Korea and see magazines not only with Celine’s face on them but also her band’s name the Sunlight Sisters on t shirts, albums, videos, everything.

They get into a conversation with one girl wearing a Sunlight Sister shirt who goes on for a while about how Celine is the best kpop singer ever and how her voice is so amazing, especially that time they all sang for the South Korea’s president in 1997.

When it finally clicks for them that she’s loaded, they instantly change dynamics and try not only to lie and say that they’re rich (because Celine would of course give money to her aging parents) but also they know a lot of rich people (because Celine knows them).

Oh see, being an entertainer is very much Not A Real Job.

Starting your own company and being a businesswoman is A Real Job.

And they tell Celine as much.

Celine's Mom: ...And I was just telling them about how talented you are-

Celine: Me?

Celine's Mom: Oui.

Celine: You were bragging to the neighbors about me? (Honmoon, she'd better not be developing dementia)

Celine's Mom: Is something wrong with your connection, cherie? Of course I'm bragging about my talented and successful daughter :)

Celine: When Rumi turned one you said I should come back to Canada and get a real job before I ended up in the gutter.

Celine: And when I mentioned my singing career you said busking wasn't a stable income.

Celine: And you said I was a disappointment.

Celine's Mom: Yes, but that was before you got a real job.

Celine:...

Celine's Mom: Now instead of telling people about my daughter who busks in the gutter I can tell them about my daughter the Fortune 500 CEO! :D

Celine’s mom: So how did it happen? How did you rise from singing at weddings and on the street to becoming a CEO?

Celine:……I was also a very well known singer—

Celine’s mom: Wait! Wait! Let me guess! You sang for someone with a degree in business and they showed you the ropes?

Celine:…….I—

Celine’s mom: Oh! Wait, no! I remember you telling me about a big career change after Rumi was born. Did you meet a mother in a mommy and me class with ties to the business world?

Celine: I’m hanging up now.

lol Celine's mom being completely ignorant of her daughter's celebrity status is hilarious

Celine's Mom: What is this you sent me in the mail?

Celine, with a saint's patience: An invitation, Maman. To an awards ceremony.

Celine's Mom: What, are you singing at this? Celine, dear, don't you think you're a little old to still be singing at parties like this?

Rumi, on the other end of the landline: The party's for Imo; she's being named a National Treasure [very smug expression]

Celine's Mom:...

Celine's Mom: For busking?

It really is😂

Celine: FOR SINGING! BECAUSE I SING, MOTHER! I SING FOR THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE! I SANG FOR THE PRESIDENT OF SOUTH KOREA!

Celine’s mom: Well there’s no need to shout. I didn’t know busking was that important to you.

Celine: Rumi. Finish this call, please. I have some other business I need to attend to.

Celine’s mom: Other business?

Rumi: She has to go….fight her demons.

Picturing Celine just ranting about her mother while dispatching demons with twice the asperity as usual.

Celine: -I've told her over and over and over! I've sent her CDs, concert videos, newspapers with my face on the front page!!!! And she's still! Not! Getting it!!!

Random demon who's just been hanging back listening to all this: You know, it sounds like you have an unhealthy need for validation from your mother.

Celine: [pauses] What?

Demon: I'm just saying you might feel better if you explore where all this is coming from, like- what was your relationship with your mother like during your childhood?

Celine: ....What?

Demon: See, in my former life I was a therapist-

Celine: [kills him]

🤣🤣🤣

This is truly just so hilarious and I love it

Random demon: So you do need validation from your mom.

Celine: I’m sorry?

Demon: Well you just killed the guy trying to offer therapy. In my experience, that usually means the person does have a problem but they don’t want to fix it or acknowledge it right now.

Another random demon: My guess is a more successful sibling gets your mother’s validation, right? Happened to me and my brother.

Yet another random demon: Wait, don’t discount the possibility that this could be due to the father. Is he present?

Celine: What? My-my appa is very present. What-What is happening right now?

Random demon #3: Notice how she said very present. Probably a closer relationship with him.

Random demon #2: Daddy’s girl I bet.

Random demon #1: Would make sense then. She doesn’t have as close a connection to her mom because her mother discounts her musical passion. I’d bet 5 souls that her dad told her to follow her dream.

Celine:…

Random demon #2: Ohh. I see what you’re saying. I still think my sibling idea has some weight to it. I remember her talking years ago about an older sister coming to visit.

Random demon #3: So we’re in agreement? It’s a combination of a weak childhood relationship with her mom and an older sister overshadowing her?

Random demon #1: I think that sounds right.

Random demon #3: How close did we get?

Celine:….

Random demons 1-3:….

Celine: Run.

Random demon #1: Can you at least tell us how close we got?

Celine: You have never been in more danger in your entire life and afterlife than you are at this moment.

And if we consider the level of violence Celine enacted on those demons as being proportional to how right they were, they can die with the satisfaction of having hit the nail on the head XD

🤣🤣🤣

Perfect!!

lelitachay

Hahahaha. Omg this whole chain is amazing 🤣🤣

I picture two of the random demons being the ones that during the movie say "yeah, that could totally work" (when the Saja boys show their idol forms).

All so eager to find the root of Celine's complex relationship with her mother LMFAO

dem0nic-child

I imagine that they're not even trying to find the root so they can find her shame and tell Gwi-Ma, they just want the fucking spilled tea of it all lmfao. They want to KIND OF help the demon hunter (they are fucking failing) but they also want drama.

chaoticgenderfae

Cause, see, the underworld gets boring real fast. The only real entertainment is betting on how the latest fight with the Hunters will go or how angry Gwi-Ma will be about the next inevitable failure to kill the Hunters. Which means that any new gossip from the surface world is extremely valuable...and Hunter gossip is always the most interesting kind.

Not because It'll get you favor with Gwi-Ma. Oh, it will, but after the last time someone snitched to the overgrown bonfire, one of the Hunters got severely injured and the next few months saw a sharp decrease in mid-battle banter and an equally sharp increase in the other two Hunters making everyone's deaths really fucking slow. Which really just ruined everyone's entertainment, so. You Do Not Do That.

All of which is to say that when these particular demons reform in the underworld, stories are told, bets are made...and a particularly enterprising demon who'd lived in France in their former life tracks down Celine's parents.

Not to steal their souls, of course. Simply because the underworld gossip rings demand even more drama, and whoever gets it will be very well-liked indeed.

#celine kpdh #celine #ask #anon #rumi #kpdh #celine’s family #kpop demon hunters #dropout celine #bookmark

Celine: Here's the dea-....agreement. You get to know what went down between me and my family---

Demons: DEAL!

Celine: But! You don't step foot in the human world for 2 months.

Demons: TWO MONTHS!

Celine: That's what I said. Take it or leave it. And when I say you, I mean every demon. Any demon who goes back on our agreement will find out what happened to your one friend who tried to impersonate Miyeong after she died.

Demons:.....

Celine: Well?

Demons: We're thinking. We're thinking.

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hogwarts memes

- everyone answering “no, i’m fred” to “are you [insert Y/N]” even hermione - everything draco does ever - calling blast ended skrewts “power bottoms” - calling newt scamander bad variations of his name like nerd sandwicher etc - colin creevey using that one picture he managed to get of hermione punching draco as a reaction image - shouting “spank me daddy” at the whomping willow - [pointing at random object] that’s a portkey - every single cat is professor mcgonagall

canthinkofaurl-deactivated20221

why

tawghasa

- POTTER

yourjacketisnowdry

- ever since snape’s “bottle fame, brew fortune” speech students just go on and on with it - “flambé success, bake brilliance” “Can you tutor me in charms?” “TUTOR you? I can teach you how to SAUTÉ EXCELLENCE.”

caffeinepants

- [random object] is totally a hufflepuff

- remember that game where someone yells “SHATNER” and you have to overact? same thing except it’s “TRELAWNEY” and you have to use whatever you’re holding to make a ludicrous prediction

- a more popular variation is “LOCKHART” to make up a pompous story about using whatever you’re holding to drive the [monster] out of [town]

- calling hippogriffs “leggy birbs”

- “Our beloved headmaster Albert Dumpsterfire/Aqueous Disillusionment/Aberdeen Decapitation…”

- shitty incantations ( “The Graying Hair Charm? Make-me-bloody-ancient-osia.” )

sleepy-salami

reblogging for albert dumpsterfire xD

classicantics-deactivated201712

-the dumbledore one, except you keep adding incorrect names, like albert pensive wallace herbert richard flamingo sherbet tango luthor…

-*peeves appears* IT DAT BOI

-”i’d rather be petrified”

-”so a shack gets to scream and it’s all normal and haunted, but when i do it i’m disturbing class and a nuisance”

a-slytherin-sin

Harry saying hes “the chosen one” whenever a teacher calls on him for an answer or gives him a task to do.

The Snape game where you get into pairs and have to keep a completely neutral face while saying long winded random insults, first person to break the straught face loses.

‘Mini-digs’ only its everytime Snape fixes his sleeve.

Draco saying “me an the bois” every time he does literally anything with Crabbe and Goyle.

Students trying to annoy Snape by saying “aight imma head out” when their detention finishes.

Making something stupidly random up (like a potions ingredient or a magical creature) and see how long it takes Hermoine to short circuit while you refuse to believe its not real.

Slytherins refusing to refer to themselves as anything but “snekky bois”

i-feel-fantastic-deactivated202

Students breaking rules and trying to “Pull a Potter” so it’ll get them House Points instead

“You broke a rule?? TEN BILLION POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR”

Students sending their laundry hampers to the House Elves to free them

littl-prince

Literally anything goes wrong: “wow thanks Weasley”

“Password?” “[insert whatever creature Hagrid most recently illegally bred]”

Talking in Sir Cadogan

Playing monthly Potter Bingo (templates may be found in the Slytherin common room)

Naming the Hogwarts owls (“Look, Carmichael’s back, heY CARMICHAEL CAN YOU HEAR ME”)

Calling the Room of Requirement different names wholly depending on what you last used it for (“I’ll just make a quick trip to the hiding-from-Colin-Creevey room, won’t be long”)

#harry potter #hogwarts memes #hp memes #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #slytherin #hermione granger #draco malfoy #snape community #bookmark

“Cave Johnson here. I’ve received complaints from anonymous employees that our support of the “homosexual lifestyle” is “degenerate” and “irresponsible”. It really got me thinking and I think I found a solution. So good news! We now have 23 vacated positions reserved for members of the LGBT community. Additional good news, we began a new testing initiative on evolutionary degenration with 23 test subjects all ready to go.“

“Cave Johnson here. If you’re experiencing a time loop in which you’re repeating the month of June over and over, that’s totally intentional. We at Aperture Science felt that pride month was not long enough and so we created this loop to let employees experience as much pride as they feel like. To get out of this loop, simply use the pod labeled “Time Machine” in Shaft 6 and then either kill or save the baby on the other end depending on when in the loop you’re on. Don’t worry about the baby’s identity, he grows up to be an asshole.“

“Cave Johnson here, happy to announce that our Rainbow Gel project was a massive success. We have developed distinct gels in every color of the rainbow pride flag. In fact, it was too much of a success, so we’ll be updating our pride flag accordingly to include 75 new colors corresponding to all of our new gels. Word of advice, though, don’t stare at the flag for too long, most of these colors haven’t been tested on human eyes yet.”

“Cave Johnson here, Cave Johnson queer. Get used to it.”

“Cave Johnson here. Caroline just informed me that I am her “beard”. I checked, and I fail to see how I could possibly have grown out of her face. If anybody knows anything about human-to-facial hair transmogrification, please report to my office.”

“Cave Johnson here. Friendly reminder that Aperture employees living prior to the legalization of gay marriage are invited to use our Aperture Science Temporal Matrimony Pod in order to travel to the future with your same-sex partner and get married there. Employees from the future who wish to return to a time before gay people being able to marry are also welcome to use the pod and we’ll make sure to send you to an era well before gay marriage. I’m thinking maybe Late Cretacesous.”

“Cave Johnson here. I’m proud to announce that our plan to hire only female test subjects to prevent them from flirting with our female scientists has been a resounding failure.”

“Cave Johnson here. I’m afraid we’ll have to temporarily pause all experimentation with the Gender Affirmation Beam. The testing itself is going great, the beam is working. But we’re starting to run out of thigh high socks and khaki shorts.”

“Cave Johson here. Shafts 10 through 14 are currently under lockdown due to a meltdown in the Neopronoun Syntheizer. The transphobes up in DC might call that ‘a disaster in the making’ but I call it a win for diversity! That being said most of these pronouns are radioactive so do watch out.”

Cave Johnson here. If you feel a sudden sense of elation and contentness when putting on your new Aperture Science unisex uniform, that is not Gender Euphoria! That’s a hallucinogenic fungus taking over your brain. Take the uniform off immediately and throw it in the nearest incinerator.”

“Cave Johnson here. I won’t tolerate any misgendering of the interdimensional invaders swarming the facility! Their pronouns are they/them and we’re ought to respect that. We’re also ought to shoot them on sight since they’re extremely hostile and bent on enslaving our planet.”

“Cave Johnson here. To all of my suitors and secret admirers: Thank you, honestly I’m flattered. Unfortunately for you, I don’t swing that way. Or any way. I only swing where the wrecking ball of science takes me. Usually into a brick wall.”

“Cave Johnson here. I’ve been thinking. We have gay pride, and we have gender envy. What other deadly sins can we incorporate? Maybe bisexual sloth? Lesbian wrath? I’ll talk to the lab boys about it.”

“Cave Johnson here. Update: The Lesbian Wrath project is postponed indefinitely. My condolences to the families of the deceased. Though let’s be honest, they probably had it coming.”

“Cave Johnson here. For the last time! “I’m reclaiming the slur” is not a valid excuse to shout out loud the killer androids’ activation codes! We picked that word for a reason.“

“Cave Johnson here. I’d like to apologize to Floor 194 Safety Supervisor Doug Blakely for firing him after allegations that he was forcing employees back in the closet. I was not aware that said closet was a literal storage closet for zombified Aperture employees. To make it up to Doug, he’ll be allowed to feed Floor 194 HR Manager Lisa Briant to the closet zombies if he so chooses.”

”Cave Johnson here. A reminder that next year Transgender Day of Visibility falls on Extradimensional Day of Visibility. The lab boys are cautioning me to caution you to be prepared. Do not confuse transgender and transdimensional! Big mistake.“

“Cave Johnson here. To all cishet Aperture employees who volunteered for the ‘Get More Woke’ program, please report to your department’s OR at the nearest convenience to get the alarm clocks surgically removed from your spinal cord. Aperture Science apologizes for the misunderstanding.”

“Cave Johnson here. Dr. Barnaby from Cyborg Engineering is an attack helicopter. That’s not a transphobic joke, by the way, they literally transformed themselves into an amalgam of human and helicopter. Impressive. Unauthorized, of course, but still impressive. Anyway, we lost track of them, so everyone watch the sky for a mad scientist with blue rotors and machine guns.”

“Cave Johnson here. To the joker who added ‘make the sun gay’ to our quarterly agenda, I hope you’re pleased with yourself. The Astrophysics Department is tearing itself apart with half of them shouting that you can’t make the sun gay and the other half screaming that the sun is already gay. Either way, we’re not doing it.”

“Cave Johnson here. The congressional delegation of Senator Patrick Johnson (no relation) to inspect our facilities had to be cut short due to a mishap with the Gender Affirmation Beam. I’d like to apologize on behalf of Aperture Science to Senator Johnson and her staff.”

“Cave Johnson here. Just the other day, our sign guy asked me ‘Cave, don’t you think LGBTQIA2S+ is a tad too long?’ and I told him ‘First of all, that’s Mr. Johnson to you! And secondly, I actually think it’s not long enough!’ and that’s why I’m adding an ’&’ to the acronym. Don’t know what it stands for yet, but I’ll figure it out.”

“Cave Johnson here. You already know that here in Aperture Science we’re all about gender affirming care. We’ve been at the forefront of hormone replacement therapy since before we knew what these hormones do. You also know that here in Aperture Science we’re all about not getting sued. So everyone be quiet about our role in the Estrogen Cola disaster.”

“Cave Johnson here. So far, we received 832 submissions to our Homophobia Remover design competition. Unfortunately, 829 had to be disqualified for being a schematic of a gun. Objectively hilarious, but not what we’re looking for. Wait, the lab boys just got another submission: and… it’s another gun. Keep at it, folks.”

#long post #cave johnson queer #cave johnson #portal #pride month #lgbt pride #portal 2 #10k #20k #bookmark

“Cave Johnson here. Using a set of genetically identical triplets and a molecular combinizer, we just proved scientifically that being bisexual isn’t the same as being half-straight and half-gay. Now we just need to figure out how to separate Craigstopher back into his component brothers.”

d-j-t-15

Perfect.

stardustschild

Apparently my director went to see a production of West Side Story a few years ago, and the guy playing Chino forgot his gun before coming out for his final scene. Once it got to the big scene where he is supposed to shoot Tony, he screeched “Poison Boots” and kicked the actor playing Tony until he went down. The girl playing Maria then had to jerk the shoe off of Chino’s foot, and had to do the gunshot scene asking “How many kicks Chino? How many kicks, and one kick left for me”.

tbbackus

There should be a blog dedicated to theatrical urban legends. Like that opening weekend of Dracula where Dracula (still hungover) vomited all over the audience during the first stage direction that everyone has a friend of a friend that worked on the show and was there.

crutchie-morris

or the one where the bridge never came out for Javert’s suicide and so he just pretended to stab himself and then lay there until the lights went out

musicofthestage

best story i heard was when a friend of mine saw a show where juliet forgot to bring the dagger out on stage so she just ripped the squib out of her chest and blood squirted everywhere

agatharights

During a passion play a friend of my brother was supposedly in, one of the roman soldiers who was supposed to stab jesus on the cross and accidentally grabbed the wrong spear- he was supposed to grab one with a fake tip, but instead he grabbed one with an actual metal tip and, well

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

So Jesus, instead, ROCKETED UP into heaven (or, just, above the stage).

soulpunchftw

This is wild from start to finish

totalspiffage

I was in Peter Pan once and one night at a performance, the adhesive holding our Hook’s mustache on was wearing off. It was near the end with a big fight scene and when he got attacked, he let his mustache fall and went “YOU RIPPED MY MUSTACHE OFF!” in a scandalized tone and it added a new note of hilarity to the whole scene (which was supposed to be funny anyway)

punkbatsarchive

In my seventh grade play, which was a midsummer night’s dream, Thisbe didn’t have a sword so she stabbed herself with a coathanger

redheadeddisneyfreak

My junior year we were doing Romeo and Juliet and after Juliet poisons herself it was supposed to go dark and she’d get off the stage. well the light crew accidentally turned them back on and Juliet who was sitting up slammed back down on the wooden bed with a loud bang. To which my theater teacher says into the com “zombie Juliet” and everyone who heard that had to keep as quiet as possible while our eyes were filling with tears.

sammywhatammy

i attended my county’s performing arts high school majoring in vocal studies, (mostly geared towards musical theater and opera styles) and once a year we got a field trip to new york (we were in jersey, so it’s not exactly far). we would do one touristy thing, an actor’s workshop with friends of our teachers working in various performing industries in nyc, and then see a show.

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

the lesson: sometimes there are fuck ups you just can’t recover from.

cinder-ember

During a high school production of Beauty and the Beast, where I was assistant costumer and assistant prop master, our director decided that we needed to spice up Gaston’s introduction. You know: in the movie, when Lefou runs in trying to catch the duck/goose that Gaston has just shot out of the sky?

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night: Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

Monday Elementary School Show: Lefou walks on stage with the bird. Accidentally drops the prop during conversation with Gaston. Gaston doesn’t notice the dropped prop and steps on it. Cue depressingly sad squeaky toy noise. Cue ten years olds laughing.

fat-hippie

I was in Twelfth Night during high school and we were lucky enough to have identical twin girls playing Viola and Sebastian. Due to the blocking in the first half of the play, their characters didn’t appear on stage together but rather almost consecutively one after the other for a majority of the first act.

It was awesome because when people saw the play and didn’t know the girls were identical twins, it literally looked like it was one actor doing multiple, uber fast costume changes.

One of our first performances was for our peers and it was a big school so lots of people didn’t know the twins. This - for some reason - was also the performance they chose to record.

Listening to the confusion of the audience during the playback was fantastic and completely topped by the moment Viola walked off stage left just as Sebastian walked on stage right and someone right beside the camera goes “OH WHAT THE FUCK” so loudly it drowned out everything else.

The best thing? That was the copy of the play that was made available for purchase by family and parents. Haha.

whereismyvillage

Oh my god. I went to one of the Spiderman shows where he flew out above the audience and then got stuck and had to awkwardly hang there for about 10 minutes, but these stories are brilliant.

andthereisnotragedyinthat

okay so, my senior year of high school and I’m part of the stage crew for Peter Pan. There’s a scene where Hook and Smee are searching for Peter and the Lost Boys. Now the theater department at my high school isn’t very well funded (in the southern USA, football is king), so the sets we managed to make were pretty kickass for the money we had. We had a structure painted like a big tree stump for the entrance to the Lost Boys’ hideout. You could climb to the top of it, but also go inside it through a trap door that we kept locked up during most of the play.

It’s like our third show and everything has been going surprisingly well. Hook and Smee climb to the top of the “tree trunk”, supposedly looking for Peter and not knowing they’re standing above his hiding spot the whole time.

Turns out someone didn’t close the trapdoor properly, because the second Hook steps on it, he plunges through the thing. He’s able to catch himself, but he’s got his ass and one leg dangling through this hole where it’s like a ten foot drop to the ground. All of us stage crew are literally two feet away from him offstage, just gaping at him because???? Y'all this fall looked BAD. Looked like my dude did the splits in mid air. The whiplash caused his fucking wig to come off. The audience is dead silent, all of us backstage are dead silent, the director is like already looking up how to treat a broken groin.

The kid who was playing Hook was like a fuckin sophomore and he KILLED it. He gave himself a second to catch his breath, never broke character, just looked up at his castmate and growled “Smee, you fool, help me up!”. He ended up playing off the wig thing as an embarrassing comedic bit for Hook, and the play went on. He was completely fine. It was the best thing I’d ever seen.

squidspawn

There was an infamous performance of the opera Don Giovanni where in the last act Giovanni was suppose to be dragged into hell via trapdoor but the overweight actor got stuck, leading someone from the audience to shout: “Hey everyone, Hell’s full!!”

sarahviehmann

I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but the Lefou story has me in tears every time.

dwlostcompanion

As someone who did Tech stuff in High school for 4 years, Lefou!

five-very-happy-years

I was a costumer on a stage version of Titanic, and in the scene where the women and children are getting in the lifeboats, one of the men (who was supposed to be saying goodbye to his wife he knows he will never see again because his is about to die), realized his fake mustache was falling off and instead of playing it cool… he rips it off his face, and hands it to his wife with the line “Something to remember me by”…it was the funniest thing that I have ever seen in my 8 years in theatre, the entire cast lost their shit laughing at the most dramatic moment possible

edensgardener

I am laughing so hard I’ve been crying for ten minutes. Thank you

#credit to nat for the story #west side story #stephen sondheim #musical theatre #broadway #theatre is amazing #success #100k*#bookmark

necromancelena

If you went to a bar and the bartender was a mousegirl you could ask for a drink and she would balance it on her head and say "for you, it's on the mouse"

funpuppyvideos

She makes a mean whisker sour

peachypupp

Does she have anything non alcoholic?

Just putting all these pics together in one post

And, because this series wasn't cheesy enough:

stalker-among-the-stars

Okay, but would y'all hire rats? Or do they not get along with mice?

Jim Rat's specialty is ratwurst

I posted this by itself already but might as well share it here.

A special romantic Hanukkah pic starring Hera and Muriel of the Squeakeasy crew (yeah I haven't mentioned it before but I've named the mouse lady Muriel). After a hectic holiday season, this lovely lesbian couple deserve some passionate private time.

I'm not Jewish myself, but if any of my followers are, Chag sameach!

And a special thank-you to @anarcho-skamunist for the post that started it all. Drawing up all these comics and seeing everyone's kind words and funny responses really kept my spirits up throughout this year. So much fun and so many puns!

#reblog #anthro #furry #the squeakeasy #mouse #rabbit #it's on the mouse #happy hanukkah #bookmark #not my art

Another happy Hanukkah to all them what celebrate the dang thing

necromancelena

If you went to a bar and the bartender was a mousegirl you could ask for a drink and she would balance it on her head and say "for you, it's on the mouse"

funpuppyvideos

She makes a mean whisker sour

peachypupp

Does she have anything non alcoholic?

Just putting all these pics together in one post

And, because this series wasn't cheesy enough:

stalker-among-the-stars

Okay, but would y'all hire rats? Or do they not get along with mice?

Jim Rat's specialty is ratwurst

I posted this by itself already but might as well share it here.

A special romantic Hanukkah pic starring Hera and Muriel of the Squeakeasy crew (yeah I haven't mentioned it before but I've named the mouse lady Muriel). After a hectic holiday season, this lovely lesbian couple deserve some passionate private time.

I'm not Jewish myself, but if any of my followers are, Chag sameach!

And a special thank-you to @anarcho-skamunist for the post that started it all. Drawing up all these comics and seeing everyone's kind words and funny responses really kept my spirits up throughout this year. So much fun and so many puns!

#time loop #short fiction #short story #creative writing #writing #moons haunted #time loops #this wouldn’t leave my brain #groundhog day #oh internet #bookmark

Another happy Hanukkah to all them what celebrate the dang thing

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nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough. nasa employee: enough for…what? astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: what? nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say? astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop. *red warning lights begin flashing*

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it* nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room. astronaut: *sighs* nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo- astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!

rogue-entries

dontlistentothemmoose

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *loading a pistol* moon’s stuck in a time loop. do you have extra ammo? this won’t be enough. nasa employee: enough for…what? astronaut: *finding extra clip of ammo, pocketing it, and getting back on the rocket-ship* don’t worry about it!

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *emerging from supply closet with a space harpoon, getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: what? nasa employee: how did you know what i was going to say? astronaut: *punching in key pad code for base evacuation signal, getting back on the rocket-ship* i told you…moon’s stuck in a time loop. *red warning lights begin flashing*

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: *rifling thru bookshelf of operating instructions, selecting one that says “AIRLOCK MANUAL OVERRIDE INSTRUCTIONS,” getting back on the rocket-ship* moon’s stuck in a time loop.

nasa employee: oh hey u guys are back early astronaut: moon's stuck in a time loop. nasa employee: what? astronaut: moon’s stuck in a time loop. hey, do you have anything to eat? i’m starving. *opens random drawer, finds nothing, closes it* nasa employee: a time loo- uh, we don’t have food in here…we can’t…eat in the control room, only the break-room. astronaut: *sighs* nasa employee:…my lunch is in like 10 minutes, though, and if my lunch is actually STILL THERE and not STOLEN, AGAIN, i can share it with yo- astronaut: nah, that’s ok…no time. *loading a pistol and getting back on the rocket-ship* or…too much time. but thanks, anyway. OK, bye! *alarm begins blaring* nasa employee: you’re…welcome? wait, a TIME LOOP?!

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linnorabeifong

You Know What You Must Do

Every time someone reblogs this Lin gets laid.

balanceoflightanddark

...hey, she needs something to go right for her once.

#lin beifong #legend of korra #funny shit #bookmark

mangyraccooon

Master post

Chapter 1

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8-Part 9-Part 10

Chapter 2

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3- Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Chapter 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Chapter 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5

Chapter 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Interlude

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Amazons

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just-shower-thoughts

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

blogtitletaken

I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.

castiel--for--king

*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about

sonneillonv-deactivated20220218

*leans over and whispers back* Human ability to quantify and categorize natural phenomena is sketchy at best and wildly misleading at worst

nonlinear-nonsubjective

consider the coconut

bemusedlybespectacled

this reminds me of that time Plato defined humans as “featherless bipeds” and Diogenes ran in with a plucked chicken screaming “BEHOLD A MAN!”

kascaban

i love how you say “it reminds me of that time” like you were there.

heartgemsona

listen if an immortal feels brave and supported enough to come out we should respect them

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

This post is a journey

virtuous-thing

1 Reblog = 1 Respect

I maintain that humans started attempting classify animals, and some god or another made the platypus, and is still laughing.

eldbitch-horror

Zeus: *hits joint* okay so like. It’s gonna have a duck bill right. But an otter body okay? And then a beaver tail. It’s a mammal. But. It lays eggs!

Hades: wait wait dude. Give it. Give it poison. Make it poisonous

Athena: You mean venomous, and make sure the eggs have both reptile and bird traits. Hermes: *takes the joint* Give it extra senses. Poseidon: It should be aquatic.

hyratel

I MEAN where’s the lie

Demeter: … And where exactly do you expect me to put this? Everyone: Australia.

#thoughts from the shower #showerthoughts #water based introspection #showery contemplation #bookmark

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So this is a vaguely half formed idea based off @zzzzz-cff 's fox bead AU (which I think is supposed to be the happier version of the half-gumiho Celine AU but uh...here I am. Adding angst and truama) but;

What if the fox bead is the soul of the gumiho?

And if someone, say the hunters, manage to tear a fox bead from out of a gumibo's chest (or in our case, a half-gumiho child), that person essentially owns that gumiho' soul. And that gumiho is spiritually bound to obey the wishes of that person.

(And maybe that person also has contol over the gumiho's form? Hmm)

Thoughts?

TERRIBLE IM VERY HERE FOR IT

—

Celine is perfect.

Miyeong doesn’t really mind it (except how she does) because she’s been here since she was a little kid apparently, but Celine is Hana’s vision of perfection.

She’s always pretty and put together. She never complains. She always, always does what she’s told, no matter how impossible.

“It’s like living with a robot,” Chaewon grumbles. “There’s nothing… there, behind her eyes. Can’t you feel it?”

idontknowmanijustlikereading

Wouldn't it be funny (okay "funny" might be the wrong word here) if this version of gumiho Celine suffers for a shorter amount of time because there's something so obviously wrong with her that her partners start getting suspicious of their mentors and get her bead back? (And then Rumi gets to grow up with all three moms)

***

It was breach gone bad that was the final straw; a supervised hunt, their last supervised hunt, Eunji had promised, where so many demons poured from a tear that seemed to stretch the horizon, that they had to retreat.

I smelt a whiff of fluff and polylight and I came running like a trackstar.

FINALLY A POTENTIAL HAPPY (ish) ENDING *Pushes all the angst additions in the tags under the rug- out of sight out of mind*

idontknowmanijustlikereading

*Shakes fist at sky* On GOD I'm gonna give you guys a happy ending even if I have to do it all on my lonesome.

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idontknowmanijustlikereading

*Drags my bruised and battered body to my computer screen* Happy ending... happy ending... You guys are gonna get a happy ending...if it's the last thing I do...

It's not really much of a fight after that.

Eunji is still injured and the adrenaline is not going to keep her standing for much longer.

Hana is outnumbered 1 to 3, one of which is a trained hunter with all the regained advantages of a fox-demon.

There is still that knee-jerk reaction that tells Celine to do as she's told when Hana tries to order her to give the bead back. Though there is no compulsion anymore, just reflex.

And Celine is cautious, but she is also petty. She is not their toy soldier anymore. She is allowed to be whoever the hell she wants now.

So she takes great pleasure in acting as if she's handing it back, only to close her fist securely around the bead and crack the woman across the jaw as hard as her new-old abilities allow.

The elder hunter goes down in an instant but it's abundantly clear that it hadn't been necessary in the first place because of one simple thing:

Eunji tries to fight back.

Keyword being "tries"

Celine sees the motions from the corner of her eye as she drops Hana. She sees the way Miyeong and Chaewon immediately are on the alert, half a second away from pulling out their own weapons as Celine mentally prepares herself for the chill that always comes when Eunji pulls out her ingeom.

But nothing happens.

There is no glowing weapon that materializes in Eunji's hand. Only In Chaewon's and Miyeong's

Then Eunji drops as well. Like a puppet with her strings cut.

She is not unconscious like Hana, but she is on the floor gasping for breath. A new weakness in her limbs.

And Celine smells it. The change.

You see, Celine remembers the day she was taken quite clearly. She remembers the blood of her mother, slain at her feet. She remembers how her siblings whimpered as they ran as fast as they could.

She remembers how the hunters had smelled.

Chamomile from Hana.

Honey and old leather from Eunji.

Both of them shared something, though.

A scent of something otherworldly. Something that Celine still couldn't truly compare to anything else than light.

Now with her senses regained, the scent drifts into her nose once more.

But it comes from Chaewon and Miyeong.

From Eunji, there is only Honey and old leather.

For the first time in years, Celine smiles on her own.

It's not her genuine smile. It's not one of happiness or laughter.

It's cruel and vicious and victorious.

Eunji stares at her from the ground.

"What's the matter, teacher?" Her voice is saccharine sweet. Celine leans down into a crouch. "Fox got your tongue?"

And despite her trembling frame, Eunji still finds it in herself to spit at the demon.

"You cursed thing! What have you done?"

And Celine smiles wider, wide enough to have her fangs showing.

Because she is angryangryangry furious.

"Maybe it just doesn't want you anymore." She leans in close, close enough to see her mentor's pupils dilate with the perceived threat. Close enough to smell the fear that fills the air.

Maybe they were right. Maybe she was bad.

Does a good person revel in another's fright?

She doesn't know, and frankly, at this moment? She doesn't care.

So she just stays close before leaving her space with a whisper:

"Maybe you just weren't good."

----

The first thing Celine does (much to Chaewon's and Miyeongs dismay) upon leaving the hanok is tear open her chest.

Not fully, of course, but she uses her claws to tear a hole in her flesh, and then she stuffs the bead back in between her ribs.

Whole for the first time in years.

She doesn't know what to do with it.

Doesn't really know what she can do.

Doesn't know what she wants to do.

For now, she just knows that she doesn't really want to be alone. Not like she thinks that Chaewon and miyeong are goign to let her out of their sights anytime soon. Not with her whole... demon physique still prevalent. She could will it away. Hide it like she had for so long. It is pretty effortless, all in all.

But she really doesn't want to. Even if it makes them stare at her. For just this night, Celine wants to take a step towards figuring out who she is, instead of who someone else wants her to be.

-

The demon traits are indeed what Miyeong and Chaewon are staring at. Not because they think Celine will fly off the handle, that thought doesn't even cross their minds.

There is too much going on for them to entertain the possibility of Celine just going on a murder spree or something equally ridiculous. It's Celine! Sure, they might not know the full her weren't allowed to know the full her, no matter how much Celine wanted to share, but they know she likes to nap in sunny spots. They know she likes having some background noise while doing mundane tasks. They know she likes gardening and they know she likes to startle them (as much as she pretends it's accidental when she sneaks up on them).

It's still Celine. Just the full version.

So yes, it is the demon traits they are staring at.

They are staring at her pointed ears that keep flicking towards every sound.

They are trailing their gazes across the red patterns, so similar but so different from regular demonic patterns. Their shape, their colour. The way they aren't carved into her skin like lightning like Gwi-ma's puppet's are, but instead gently curves around her arms and hands. How they sharpen and frame her eyes.

And the eyes are what they truly get stuck on.

It's the soft glow they emit in the dark of the night. Not enough to truly shine, but just enough to be noticeable. The slit pupils, not unlike that of a cat, that are trained on them both. Waiting for something, clawed fingers twitching at her sides.

It's Miyeong that makes a move. She hooks a pinkie through Celine's.

And it is a moment. One where Celine is deciding whether to pull away or to hold on. One where she gets to decide. One that neither of them would begrudge her if she chose to let go.

She holds on.

Then Celine hooks her other pinkie with Chaewon's, and they all start their journey home.

They all but collapse when they get inside. Physically they're fine (Celine is feeling the fatigue that comes with becoming whole again, and her chest hurts a bit but the Honmoon and her own genetics is helping her heal), emotionally they're all wrung out to hell and back.

"What do you want to do now?" It's Miyeong that asks, her eyes barely open from where she had tumbled onto the couch.

Celine closes her eyes for the briefest moment, pondering.

"I'm not sure." She says honestly. "I think I just want to be for a while"

"Be what?" Chaewon asks, seated on the floor leaning back against the couch.

"Just me. Fully me."

"And who are you?"

It's a stranage question for anyone else. It's still slightly strange even for them.

With the writing and their other loopholes, they had seen cracks into the person under the control. So her answer isn't surprising, nor is it strange.

"I'm Celine."

It's so obvious, and so simple, yet still so very complicated. She was herself, but she also had to learn who she was, because she simply couldn't remember. Hadn't been allowed to be just herself for so long.

So despite knowing the other woman for years, Chaewon still holds out a tired hand.

"It's very nice to meet you, Celine."

And when she takes her hand to shake, that's when Celine smiles genuinely. Not with spite, not with vindictive glee.

With joy.

It's small and it's quiet, but it crinkles her eyes the slightest bit and a fang pokes out the side of her mouth.

It might just be one of the most beautiful things they've ever seen.

#celine kpdh #ryu miyeong #the third sunlight sister #polylight #child abuse #gumiho celine au #i am going to destroy all of the blenders with the power of polyamory #tremble at my might #bookmark

idea, combine the deadbeat miyoeng au with the gumiho celine au, rumi is born with patterns and celine clocks what that means immediately, miyoeng and thirdlight dont know what to do and suggest getting rid of rumi. Celine on the other hand has a baby half demon in her arms and all the awful things the mentors did her come rushing back and she just cant let that happen again, she just cant, and with the other two suggesting to kill rumi she knows she has one shot to let this little kit live. So she sneaks off with rumi and breaks into the hunters hanok to steal back her bead, she cant touch it as the rule states but she sure as hell can grab the string is tired to. Celine books it with rumi in toe and the string with her bead between her teeth with the mentors hot on her heels, rumi being the little fussy baby she is grabs hold of the bead, Celine freaks out coz baby is holding onto her soul, "please rumi just give it here please dont drop it" and rumi just chucks it a Celines head.

Bead makes contact with Celines skin and she hasent broken any of the rules so now she can touch her bead and use her powers again and just teleports her and rumi out of there. Dont know where to go from here, but rumis got a half demon eomma who loves her to bits and can relate to her maybe the menters tell miyoeng and thirdlight what celine is, maybe they dont, idk

>:3

***

It's important to note that the plan to kill the little demon girl was dead the moment it left Miyeong's lips. That the words, "maybe we should just kill it" was said in a moment of weakness and hysteria following a long a difficult birth rather than any true malice and that -- even as she suggested death as an alternative -- would not have allowed this impossible creature to come to harm.

Celine takes the baby and runs, and she knows that they’ll follow. A demon off its leash will never be anything but hunted

She thinks of her mother, when she’s running with the infant in its carrier on her chest. She doesn’t remember if she started that last fight, couldn’t, not really, but her memories say it was the Hunters who did

So Celine knows not to stand her ground.

She runs, farther and faster and cleverer than any fox had thought of before, crosses an ocean to find herself a new home in a city of smog and steel—a lot like Seoul, really, except drier. And American

Here, she isn’t Celine, idol, Sunlight Sister. She’s just a woman with accented English and no papers and a baby that she won’t let anyone else near. It’s… a hard few years. She’s glad Rumi doesn’t remember most of them

(And Celine, guiltily, shamefully, sometimes longs to go back. She is free and she will remain free until the last of her days, as long as Rumi needs her to be, she is free and she loves the ability to know she is her own, the void within her finally filled, but. She misses being loved, sometimes, as twisted and crooked and conditional as it was)

There are gray foxes in the United States, she sees them sometimes in the parks, what little scraps of greenery and wildness she can find to hold on to. Their tails flick back at her, a recognition shared. One year, she and Rumi head out to Catalina Island, and the island foxes come out to investigate, their big ears flicking, even braver with her than they are the humans

It is not the same as home

She makes a life in Koreatown, Mrs Kang from the flower shop, always happy to sit in the park and beat the old men at chess and beat the old women at mahjong and lose to the children at anything. She has never been married, and she was not born a Kang. She is, after all, still a gumiho.

It’s a good life, good enough.

And then Rumi comes racing at her, dragging another little girl with a broken skateboard and bloody knees after her, and the Honmoon starts to laugh

(The debate here is do I keep Zoey's mom a nurse, make her an immigration lawyer, or make her a criminal defense lawyer and then I would at least vaguely know what's going on in her job)

Zoey is good for Rumi, Celine thinks. The girl shines so brightly, it takes no effort at all for her to draw Rumi out from behind her walls -- walls that Celine herself had taught her to build until they were a fortress.

(Oh but I see exactly what you’re thinking with immigration lawyer!Zoey’s mom… dilemmas, dilemmas)

Rumi’s mom never reads her stories of foxes; they never watch Robin Hood or The Fox and the Hound. Fox stories, in Rumi’s house, are known by heart.

It’s one of those things she doesn’t realize isn’t normal until she gets older. Her mom makes no secret of their secrets, of their strangeness, but it’s still just the way things are

Zoey wears her strangeness on her sleeve, terribly human strangeness that it’s hard for her to do anything else with—notebooks and words and a body that always seems to need to do something. Rumi loves it. It feels like the first time she’s ever found someone who understood anything about her, much less almost everything

(Not everything. Rumi is careful with her sleeves, the way her mom has taught her to be.)

(Rumi notices more than the grownups think she would: she sees how Zoey’s mom grimaces at the mention of Zoey’s dad before she turns it into a smile, recognizes how Zoey starts cringing sometimes when voices get loud. She starts volunteering less to have her mom drive her out to Burbank, and more to meet at Zoey’s favorite skate park)

(The grownups notice back: how Rumi tugs on her T-shirt sleeves, how her mother watches her, how they never talk about Rumi’s other parent or their life before. How hard it is to really, honestly, make friends with Mrs. Kang.)

Kyung-sun knows the signs of an abusive relationship. It's an element of her work that she's had to learn through watching her clients and whatever CLEs she could find on the matter. And everything she knew pointed to some unfortunate circumstances surrounding her Zoey's new best friend's home life.

"Zoey, has your new friend ever said anything about what her family is like?" She asks, thinking of the way Zoey's friend was always so careful to cover up her torso and shoulders.

Her daughter shakes her head. "I know Mrs. Kang from the flowershop is her mom. I dunno who her dad is though. She never talks about him."

Kyung-sun knew Mrs. Kang.

The woman was barely thirty, impossibly beautiful, and was effortlessly charming in a way that led Kyung-sun to leaving the shop with flowers that she hadn't intended on buying.

You're overstepping, she thinks. You should focus on your own marriage issues.

She still finds herself extending an invitation to Mrs. Kang for coffee.