first off (since this is my pinned) welcome to my blog!
i am @catghoul31.bsky.social on bluesky, more social medias (probably) to come!
i mainly reblog/post about ghost, dp&w, and warriors, but i am overall very multifandom and y'all will find all sorts of things here
my homestuck-related account is @whysob100, i will post homestuck art and writing there and reblog it here, for additional ramblings and reblogs related to homestuck you can follow me there!
and now, here are all of my fanfics, sorted by fandom! (excluding pre-2023 works)
heed the tags on each fic for themes and possible CWs
- One Shots -
Ghost (band)
Sleepyhead (Aurora x Cirrus, fluff)
Aurora fell asleep on the bus on the way to their next ritual, which is all fine and good... but now she doesn't want to leave Cirrus's side. What ever will she do about this?
Aurora's Pillow (Swiss x Aurora, fluff)
Swiss had been feeling particularly insatiable throughout the course of the Re-Imperatour, a fact that was obvious to anyone who'd witnessed his outbursts during Watcher in the Sky. Maybe it was because there was a sudden spike in energy throughout the crowd during that godforsaken solo that made his quintessence go crazy, or something to do with his fire element… or he was just unfathomably horny. It could be a number of things, but he did know he was insatiable.
And part of that might've just been coming from the other multi-ghoulette beside him. Aurora, the energetic newbie, clearly exhausted from tonight's ritual… even like this, she had Swiss entirely wrapped around her finger.
Homestuck
Purrfect (Meowrails, pure fluff + getting together)
Equius has a gift for Nepeta. More than one, actually.
The Light Can't Burn Us Now (Meowrails, fluff and hurt/comfort)
With the nightmare of Alternia behind them, the trolls can finally figure out who they really wanted to be. Equius, however, is struggling with this.
(alt: equius cracks her egg with nepeta's help)
Deadpool & Wolverine
would it be so bad if i stayed? (Poolverine, angst & whump)
Logan can't pretend he deserves this world anymore.
Blood On Your Hands (Poolverine, whump)
Wade and Logan agree to hunt down the leaders of a powerful anti-mutant organization.
Logan recognizes their name from the mutant genocide they enabled in his original universe. Wade is more interested in the price tag.
How well does this go? Considering Day 2 of Poolverine Week is "job gone wrong"... take a wild guess.
Veteran's Day (Poolverine, getting together)
It's almost completely dark out, and Logan insists on a car ride with Wade to the park... even though the park is completely closed. Whatever could he be up to?
I Just Wanted To Feed Some Ducks, For Christ's Sake (Poolverine, fluff & hurt/comfort)
Wade was just having a Poolverine Week Day 4: First Date with Logan, when out of nowhere, a close-minded jerkwad of a dad decides to harass them! He deals with it in typical Deadpool fashion, but accidentally reveals something about himself along the way. Will Logan still love him? Or will he hate him forever and ever and never, ever talk to him again??
(...Spoiler alert: everything was fine. Psh, I wasn't even worried!! Why'd you think I'd ever be worried...?)
Those Damned Claws (Poolverine, sickfic)
Logan's lived with the consequences of almost never using his claws until recently for decades now. Some days are worse than others, but Wade has been a huge help recently.
If only they weren't both having a "worse day" today.
Mandatory Snuggles (Poolverine, fluff)
Wade had to go on a mission for a bit too long, in Logan’s mind. For this terrible crime, he is sentenced to snuggle jail for 5,000 years.
Best Present Ever (Poolverine, fluff and angst)
It's Wade's birthday, but he finds the one-year anniversary of meeting Logan far more important. Wolvie, however, isn't sure he needs to make a wish this time around...
Use Your Words (Poolverine, smut)
Logan's world had secondary sexes, and Wade's does not. This doesn't stop him from getting his rut just a few weeks into his decision to stay in Wade's universe, and he's tormented by how much this amplifies his already-strong feelings for Wade, which he believes will never be satisfied...
- Multi-Chapters -
Warrior Cats
Hailstar's Truth (In Progress)
A fan novella surrounding the kithood, leadership, and life of the Clan leader from Crookedstar's Promise. What made him so devoted to RiverClan? Why did he agree to change Crookedstar's name when he was a kit? How did he navigate the greatest challenges and moral dilemmas of his life? This work seeks to answer all of these questions and much more!
it sucks that the overwhelming majority of medical messaging around salt/sodium is "evil poisonous substance that you're definitely already eating way too much of," because like. you do still need it. (trust me, as a POTS-haver, I've had to completely rewire my own brain about salt.) and you need more salt when the entire northern hemisphere is hot enough to fry an egg on. ever tried sucking down the recommended 64oz of hydration per day entirely as water, only to find you're peeing constantly without any of the purported benefits of being "hydrated"? assuming you don't have another medical condition that causes frequent urination, your body probably needed more salt/electrolytes to be able to hold onto that water and make use of it. if there was ever a time to keep a sports drink/pedialyte/etc within constant reach, it's when the heat index is 110°F/43°C.
I was in a store when I found a bag of chips that said "deetos". I bought it, then someone said it was theirs even though I was the person who bought it.
So, I beat them up while a character from that book about a babysitters' club watched.
I think that broadly much of the appeal of "non-human body parts" in fantasy is about displaying emotions.
Like, a lot of us who had traumatic childhoods had our emotional responses beaten out of us. Don't smile, don't raise your voice, don't cry, boys don't do that, don't bounce your knee, why are you doing that it makes you look weird, don't look away, stop doing that, don't make any noises, and stop moving your hands like that.
Gradually, you become a statue. Immaculate in your formlessness, the world unable to touch you. It's awful.
And, it's not like that goes away when you're out of the situation. Learning to emote again is work. Real work. And it's very hard to justify. On some level, hiding yourself so totally is a strength. It's not 'learning how to put on a mask', it's becoming one with the mask. It's useful, or at least you'll notice when it's useful. To emote again in the ways you lost means fighting through years of trauma.
But. You have to understand. Not emoting feels bad.
Have you ever felt really, really sad but been unable to cry? Denied of tears, you want to gouge your eyes out. The catharsis is gone. Your sadness feels less real for it. Inevitably, you seek other ways to reify your emotions.
It's like this for every emotion that was removed from you. All of them not just an absence but a void. A vacuum that demands more and more. Unstable equilibrium. You have to do something about it but the natural outlet is hidden behind the scariest thing in the world.
So, you fantasize. Wings, horns, tails, ears. You'd coil around her to express your desire. Your wings would flap out and show your pride or bend inward hiding you to show your embarrassment. Your horns would be sensitive the way none of your body could be. Your tail would wag or droop or lift. Here, we see a new language to express ourselves, one untainted by the past. Escapism.
And also it's gap moe when her ears react a ton while the rest of her is totally unresponsive, which is really cute.
think about how shitty a boyfriend yogi bear would be. “hey today let’s steal a picnic basket” hey today let’s do literally anything else, yogi. fuck you
as a teen, i was constantly harassed by adults enforcing ''dress codes'' on me. I very much experienced this as sexual harassment. I think this is one of many cases where people would more easily understand this as sexual harassment if I described it as if it happened to an adult.
imagine being on your lunch break, and your supervisor comes over to your table, tells you to stand up in front of everyone. they draw everyone's attention to your thighs. they tell you that you have broken the dress code because of the length of your shorts. they tell you to go change (so you do not get the rest of your lunch break). they do this every single day at lunch. every day. so you read the whole dress code front and back, and you choose your clothing carefully to not break it. you bring a cloth tape measure with you to work because they will not believe you. this time when your supervisor tells you that you're breaking dress code, you pull out your tape measure and show that you are within the limit. your supervisor says "I bet you wouldn't want me to bring you to the boss and let him measure it, would you?" it's clearly a threat: if you don't obey then you will be put alone in a room with your boss and he will touch your thighs. you don't know how to respond. you're taken out of lunch again.
this was my experience at school. replace supervisor with "teacher" and boss with "principal." this was sexual harassment. fuck dress codes.
breaking news from the AP, our boys on the front have just sacked constantinople. take that, heretics. coming up next are the soothing lute dirges of bing crosby
Hello, long time no see, eh? 😅
I’ve been away from the fandom for a bit, but I just wanted to share with you the two artworks I created for the Meliorazine projects that will hopefully come to light soon.
This first one is based on the song “Spirit,” of course, and it will be accompanied by a brief text explaining its backstory. Both pieces revisit the 1920–30s poster style.
Hope you are all alright and enjoy this contribution 🌹
Which will be the second song? 👀
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