who the cat are you

anna. 25. she/her. please do not repost my art!

[reverendsicko]

My partner and I noticed you from across the bar and uhh... give us the amulet

[valtsv]

basically the best thing any character can do is decide they don't want to be afraid anymore - in fact they never want to be afraid of anything ever again - and take action so drastic they fail to realise that this too is a decision motivated by fear. or to account for the Consequences of that.

[valtsv]

[with obvious perverted intent] hey. don't you want to release the safety catches on that character. don't you want to flip off all the switches holding them back and let the control rods go.

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 📸👻📚📝

chapter 11: august

summary:

“Father…” Adrien said. The distance between them was eons wide, insurmountable. All of Adrien’s drive and confidence, his fighting spirit, evaporated in an instant. His hands shook. His mouth went dry. Silence crawled down his throat.

Adrien swallowed thickly. Somehow, he spoke.

“Can I go to school this year?”

excerpt:

Spectral light fades and the show's over, curtains drawn. Dusk sneaks in through the broken windows, filtering the wreckage in hazy, antiquated light. A marker of time passing on this endless day. Somewhere, there is a sun burning through the hours, skating across the sky. It seems as much a myth as ghosts and hauntings and houses that swallow you whole, but Adrien's judgment of reality is always worse in here. Ceilings so high they seem endless. Rooms so cold they freeze time. When he turns away from his mother's portrait, the atelier is deafeningly empty. It's hollowed out, more than usual.

The room is a shattered ribcage. Desks are splintered to bits. Couches gutted, stuffing spilling out. Mannequins lie contorted, faceless casualties of the battle Adrien never fought. The only wars he ever saw in this room were waged with icy stares and pursed lips. Volleys for connection shattered against an impenetrable wall of apathy. There is something—a dog or a child or a ghost, something—living just within Adrien's skin. There is some undergrown thing in him that shrinks and whines in this room.

It's the same part of him that wants. The part that doesn't let go. The part that playacts a goodbye hug with a memory. Get up, he wants to scold himself. This is it. There is no one coming to save you.

The room is a mess. The room belongs to Adrien. Or Adrien belongs to the room. Either way, it's his to deal with. There is no one coming.

Adrien gets to work.

read on ao3

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 📸👻📚📝

chapter 11: august

summary:

“Father…” Adrien said. The distance between them was eons wide, insurmountable. All of Adrien’s drive and confidence, his fighting spirit, evaporated in an instant. His hands shook. His mouth went dry. Silence crawled down his throat.

Adrien swallowed thickly. Somehow, he spoke.

“Can I go to school this year?”

excerpt:

Spectral light fades and the show's over, curtains drawn. Dusk sneaks in through the broken windows, filtering the wreckage in hazy, antiquated light. A marker of time passing on this endless day. Somewhere, there is a sun burning through the hours, skating across the sky. It seems as much a myth as ghosts and hauntings and houses that swallow you whole, but Adrien's judgment of reality is always worse in here. Ceilings so high they seem endless. Rooms so cold they freeze time. When he turns away from his mother's portrait, the atelier is deafeningly empty. It's hollowed out, more than usual.

The room is a shattered ribcage. Desks are splintered to bits. Couches gutted, stuffing spilling out. Mannequins lie contorted, faceless casualties of the battle Adrien never fought. The only wars he ever saw in this room were waged with icy stares and pursed lips. Volleys for connection shattered against an impenetrable wall of apathy. There is something—a dog or a child or a ghost, something—living just within Adrien's skin. There is some undergrown thing in him that shrinks and whines in this room.

It's the same part of him that wants. The part that doesn't let go. The part that playacts a goodbye hug with a memory. Get up, he wants to scold himself. This is it. There is no one coming to save you.

The room is a mess. The room belongs to Adrien. Or Adrien belongs to the room. Either way, it's his to deal with. There is no one coming.

Adrien gets to work.

read on ao3

[andewitt]

rabbit house 🐇

[tomiyeee]

[buggachat]

I always love drawing them at night

[asukiess]

something is terribly wrong with me

[bananagreste]

oh, hey, it’s adrinette → day 215

[somepomegranatetea]

she's platonic about it but in my opinion, stratt 100% treats grace as her dead wife. she keeps a tacky fox trinket in her coat pocket. there's a framed photo of him in her study . he's grinning goofily in it (bc he's a dork). new guy like: is that her husband? / no, dumbass, it's dr. ryland grace, 1/3 of the hail mary mission. / oh, fuck. were they... ? / yeah, it's unclear. black-and-white montages of grace messing around in high-level meetings play every time stratt contemplates committing more environmental crimes. she looks up at the night sky and vaguely wonders if he's enjoying his space ramen. that's her dead wife. she killed him.

[funeral]

Rosario Castellanos, "Entrevista de prensa"

[polari]

[Transcript:

I write because one day (I was an adolescent) I looked in the mirror and no one was there. Can you imagine? A void. And those around me gushed importance.

]

[dykethang]

big if true tbh

[ladyn01rs]

my vision

[melowoof]

[anna-scribbles]

I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT RE-READING THIRTEEN IS MAKING ME CRY STOP MAKING ME CRY AND DONT ASK HOW MANY TIMES IVE READ THIS ITS A BIG NUMBER

WAAAAHH YOU'RE SO KIND 🫶🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU FOR RE-READING THAT MAKES MY HEART JUMP FOR JOY!!!! I promise august is coming. august is so close august is almost here<333

[anna-scribbles]

would loveeeee to know if your thirteen adrien and marinette had a falling out when they were younger (if its not part of the plot ofc)

you are asking awesome beautiful september-related questions <3

[anna-scribbles]

everytime u post about amelie&emilie i get an aneurysm(positive) and i dont even go to this circus anymore. if only u were the ringleader

come to my island and have hallucinations about emilie & amelie with me. take my hand. we can be ringleaders of our own circus together