#bakoneko

[sleepyartist66]

DOODLES DOODLES DOOOOOOODLES

@spark1star5 REDRAWING ARTHUR AGAIN, this time I'm pretty satisfied now

@playbully-enthusiastic

@samo64 I couldn't hold back the urge to draw ur Baldi vampire version anymore, gonna make him happi now 🥹

[spacegodhu-uh]

We’re pretty sure apartment B is dealing drugs.

In each little segment of the apartment, there’s four rooms: two on the ground floor, two on the second. A and B are on the ground, and C and D are above. A is Aurora, C is where I am, and D is where Hephaestus lives. I’ve never met the neighbors in apartment B, and neither has Hephaestus or Andromeda. However, we did see some pretty sketchy things.

Every few days or so, an empty duffle bag will appear in front of the door. I know it’s empty because Bacchus kicked it one time, and another time the bakoneko tried to sleep in it. It disappears overnight, and a day later, it’s sitting out again, stuffed full. I know it’s full because once again, Bacchus kicked it. I wouldn’t have kicked it. What if it was a bomb or something?

I mean, I guess they can’t die from bombs.

Still.

So anyways, we decided that the next time the bag appears full, we’re going to set up a stakeout to figure out what on earth is going on. Exciting times ahead, I’m sure.

My friend the demigod nonbeliever is betting it’s heroine.

[sleepyartist66]

Stoopid yuri sketches from Magma

Redesigned version of Nyora

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[spacegodhu-uh]

So Bacchus is pretty upset with me. I guess I understand why, but still, it’s a bit of an overreaction.

Last Friday night, I went by UDF on my way home from work to pick up some eggs. As was every other time I’ve been to that UDF after 10 pm, everything just felt a little off. The same person was running the cash register, although they seemed a little more alive this time (as opposed to the absolutely death-still stare they gave me the last few times) and even greeted me as I came in. That was my first tip off to something being different.

As I was making my way towards the eggs, I felt the air drop in temperature, then surge up again, so that I was ridiculously hot inside my work shirt. It’s a t-shirt, it shouldn’t be that hot. So I looked up and towards the back corner of the store, and noticed a weird flicker of purple and green light that quickly disappeared as soon as I had focused on it.

So I texted Bacchus, because I knew what was going on.

The god was back.

By now, I’ve interacted with gods of all kinds, and I wanted to see if I could push my luck with this one, too. Naturally, this line of thinking gets me in trouble every time, but I did it anyways. Because I’m a dumb human who has weird luck with gods and toes the line constantly. I made my way around the back aisle and stopped at the edge of it, looking first to make sure it really was him.

His coat seemed shorter, more appropriate for the summer weather, but he still had that heavy knitted hat on and those dumb Hot Wheels gloves. Conversation forgotten, I shoved my phone in my pants, watching as the god browsed the dairy aisle once more. Was he looking for more chocolate milk?

“My gloves aren’t dumb.”

His voice was as terrifyingly quiet as it had been last time, echoing inside my head but nowhere else in the store. He scratched his chin idly. The beard was a bit shorter than last time, though still unruly. Wary, I took a few steps forward, trying to get a better look at him. Unfortunately, it seemed like the shadows on his face stayed still no matter where I moved.

“Hot Wheels are cool,” he continued, still looking at the selection. Honestly, UDF only carries about three different kinds of chocolate milk, so I’m not sure what the big decision was all about.

“It’s for kids,” I responded, trying to get a look at his face. He kind of looked like the other greek deities did; his bone structure was very similar. “I didn’t think they made gloves in adult sizes.” 

“They do if you ask politely,” he told me, then finally looked over at me. Our eyes locked, and I felt frozen, but like I was flying away from him at the same time. The same icy feeling Andromeda always gave me was creeping up my legs, up my spine, the burn locking me in place as he spoke. “Which you should continue doing more often.”

Whether he was referring to how I was always wondering things but never asking or if he knew I was trying to figure him out, I don’t know. His form wavered in front of me, intentionally, and neither of us moved. Like last time, I was off put, and unsettled, but so intrigued. He was so different than any other deity I had met. I couldn’t figure out how.

“Just like that,” he smirked, then finally looked away. The feeling was like mud being thrown down your shirt, weighing you down. He reached and grabbed the same kind of chocolate milk he had gotten last time, gloves catching the light. “Someday you’ll find out what’s going on with you. Living at that apartment complex will help you understand that things aren’t always as they seem.”

He looked at me one last time, frowning as he added, “Tell your friend he’s not Venezuelan. Look northward.”

And then he was gone. No movement, no flicker like when other major deities teleport, no buzz of static from the resulting energy. Just...gone.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw six missed calls, four from Bacchus and two from my roommate. I sent out a reply on the way home from UDF, and another asking him to come over. I couldn’t sort through this on my own. Like last time, I was left feeling like I wasn’t quite standing on the ground, as if something had shifted and broken in the ground underneath me. It wasn’t like he had said anything particularly unsettling, honestly. But I just felt wrong.

Bacchus came over, he and my roommate listened to what happened, and he was mad that I had engaged him directly. 

“Gods can’t be trusted to always be kind! They’re unpredictable and dangerous and you could have gotten seriously hurt!” He roared, sending Percy and the bakoneko running for my roommate’s room. “You’ve gotten complacent living here. You have no idea what someone like him is probably capable of!”

I thought of the disappearing, of the flickering galaxies within him. I thought of the mind reading, and how only Gaia had been able to do that so far. I thought of how scared I had been, but how I wasn’t afraid, not really, only curious. I thought about how similar his power had felt to what I had--

“Careful, Bacchus, or you’ll start sounding like you actually care about me,” I told him instead. Bacchus rolled his eyes and my roommate brought me over some of the tea.

It really did taste like heaven, if heaven could make you feel better with just one sip.

[spacegodhu-uh]

I convinced a few of the deities to go see the fireworks with me and my sister. 

I’ve loved the fireworks since I was really young. They’re incredible. I always find myself unable to look away from them once they’re started, captivated.

Andromeda and Bacchus were on either side of me, and Apollo, Tyr, the bakoneko, and even Spring had tagged along. Tuesday wanted to come but they were too afraid. 

I took them to my old high school to watch the fireworks. There, everyone sits in the stands in that old football stadium to watch them. The air felt more charged than most years before, but it was probably just because of the amount of deities I had with me. Still, we all packed onto one bench seat and watched them. Bacchus was laughing the entire time, and Andromeda’s thigh was like ice against mine–a slow burn. I couldn’t feel my toes. The bakoneko brought some of Dionysus’ special wine, so everyone was tipsy. We laughed for hours after.

Walking home, Apollo had uncharacteristically thrown his arm over my shoulders, leaving Andromeda’s hair to twist against my pinkie every so often. My cheeks were pink from the alcohol. Spring threw flower petals at everyone else who was drunk that we walked by.

I could hear my sister and Tyr talking behind me, even though I pretended I couldn’t. She had the sight, but not as strong, apparently. She just thought they were more of my weird friends. Spring complimented her hair color.

“I think they just need to find someone that looks at them like your sibling looks at fireworks.”

My sister laughed in response, and I felt Andromeda’s hair brush against my nose. Apollo laughed as I sneezed.

“Looks like there’s a few to choose from.”

Bacchus tipped Apollo into a trashcan. We stole a traffic cone. It’s sitting on Dionysus’ porch right now.

I can still hear the fireworks.

[spacegodhu-uh]

Honestly, I’m pretty glad that not a lot of the gods that live around me have a tumblr. It’s mostly just the angels, a few lesser spirits, Iris, and some of the nymphs. Those that have been human longer are slowly starting to use it, but I just hope they don’t find this blog. I’ve been posting about them quite a bit, and it’d be pretty embarrassing to see what they thought.

Dionysus, I know you read these, but you don’t count. Not when you keep stealing my phone and reading the drafts out loud to Iris when I hang out with you two.

Hi, Iris, by the way. Thanks for those brownies, my roommate loved them. The sprinkles were adorable.

Speaking of you stealing my phone, Dionysus, I don’t appreciate all the teasing about you-know-who. (Not Voldemort, I know you’re going to make that joke.) It’s not even anything serious, so you can quit it with that.

Anyways, I wanted to talk about Apollo. I didn’t meet him until I’d been here a month already, but we’ve been hanging out a lot more often. He has a great taste in music, so I get to hear a lot of new songs that I wouldn’t have otherwise. His favorite band is a tiny one in Ireland, who posted their first song on youtube yesterday. Funk Pop, or something. Apollo thinks it’s great. It’s okay, it’s just very.....interesting. New. Very advanced.

But he seems sad. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Not sad, maybe, but lonely? Even when we’re hanging out, he seems a step removed, like he can’t let himself have fun. Like something’s holding him back from enjoying himself. I wanted to ask him about it, but I figured it wasn’t any of my business. Besides, we’ve only been friends for a few weeks now, I don’t want to push. Or screw it up. He’s really really fun to be around, and I like hanging out with him after work. Maybe he’ll tell me sometime.

I’m trying to get him to come out with Bacchus and I next week. We found a bar that serves you margaritas in the form of a weird orb thing that explodes in your mouth.

“Humans are ingenious,” Bacchus told me. He held up a skateboard. “You see this? Incredible technology.”

I can’t wait to show him tech decks.

P.S.-- Iris, is there any way we can get more brownies? Hephaestus is bummed he didn’t get to try any of them. The bakoneko ate the last couple.

[spacegodhu-uh]

Update on the nekomata situation: He got into our apartment yesterday. 

For some reason, this nekomata is obsessed with my roommate's cat. It was always sunbathing on the balcony and just kind of watching him, and then lately, it's been trying to get inside. We were able to catch it the first few times, but then Bacchus forgot last night and left the balcony door open long enough that it got in. 

 Basically, all hell broke loose. 

 Percy (my roommate's cat) was running everywhere and howling and hissing and the nekomata was doing everything it could to stop him. Finally, I caught Percy, Bacchus caught the nekomata and we discovered that it was not, in fact, a nekomata. It's just a bakoneko. 

 And it's in love with Percy. 

 Bacchus convinced it to shift into a human to it could explain itself, and the bakoneko ended up crying on his shoulder for the better part of an hour about how Percy had just the prettiest eyes it had ever seen and it just wanted to cuddle with him sometimes. Eventually, Percy warmed up to it, and I think they're friends now. 

 So I think we now have two cats. 

 Does anyone know what to feed to bakonekos?

[spacegodhu-uh]

My roommate is getting married.

She’s moving out within the next few months, and then I’ll be alone unless someone else wants to move in. The bakoneko is sad that this means Percy will be leaving, but they’ve promised to visit often.

It feels strange. We’ve lived together here for so long that it almost seems odd that she’ll be gone now. Apollo’s tried to tell me that I’ll find another roommate, and Veles said all good things come to an end, and Iris has promised to help me redecorate her room into an office for my writing (and all those plants from Spring.) 

But still.

Change is good, I suppose. But I can’t help but feel like this apartment’s going to feel a little too empty without her company on those nights that the angels was sweet tea. Who else is going to help me eat all these brownies? Who else can help revive the ferns before Spring comes over and notice we forgot to water them again?

She’s having a Catholic ceremony. Everyone’s politely declined their invites so far, except Tuesday. Andromeda thinks she’ll make the reception that night.