Context: Our normal DM wasn’t able to be there so I was DMing our alternate campaign (We call these Chaos days because I purposely let silly things happen. its funny and leads to things like this) we had 2 Rouges, a wizard, and a fighter, they were exploring a goblin hideout. they had just come out of taming some wolves. this is what happened (Note: I am laughing my butt off the entire time and we purposely consumed many sugary things :3):
DM(Me): you are in a cave there is a stream two side passages and one main passage. Rouge1(ooc): I’m going to roll perception *rolls* 21 DM: You hear rustling from the first side passage and snoring from the second side passage. Rouge1: I’m going to walk up so Im level with the first side passage. Do I see anything? DM: roll perception rouge1(ooc): *rolls* 17 DM: you see a Taco. Rouge1(ooc): how would my character know what a taco is? DM: I just saying taco so I’m not describing a taco. Rouge1: Ok i’m going to throw a dagger at it *rolls* 23 DM: it hits the taco the taco is now almost broken and has a dagger sticking out of it. Rouge1: HOW DID IT NOT BREAK!? DM: its a really old taco. Wizard: I roll to see if its possed *rolls* 17 DM: its not possed it looks tasty tho. Rouge1(is suspicious): i’m throwing my other dagger at it. *rolls* 19 DM: The taco breaks Rouge2: Thats it just the taco breaks? DM: thats it the taco breaks. Fighter: welp Im going to go get that taco and feed it to my wolves. Everyone else: Were coming too! *they wade through the stream* Rouge1: I stealthly walk up to the taco. *rolls* 24 DM: roll perception Rouge1: *rolls* 25 DM: you see a pile of tacos Everyone: WHAT? DM: if you want to blame someone for this blame my brother he gave me the idea. Rouge1: I shoot the pile of tacos with my crossbow. *rolls* 15 DM: you hit and A Black and Taco colored thing Streaks out of the pile. Roll perception. Rouge1: *rolls* 26 DM: you see a Feline that looks to be wearing a taco Fighter and Rouge2: *Walk into the cave* Rouge1: I’m going to throw a Knife in front of it *rolls* 16 DM: you startle the cat and it runs over to [fighter’s name] Fighter: I crouch and coo the kitty. *rolls* 19 DM: the cat instantly seems to take to you. roll cat knowlege Fighter: *rolls* 17 DM: You know basic cat knowlege such as things like you should let a cat sniff your hand so its not hostile. also roll perception Fighter: *rolls a 12* DM: you see a sign over the pile of tacos that says tacos. Fighter: (is not going to tell the others about teh sign) PEOPLE COME LET THE CAT SNIFF YOUR HAND *Everyone Rolls well* DM: NOW ROLL PERCEPTION! *They roll well except for the wizard* DM: you everyone except fur the wizard sees the sign that says tacos! Wizard: IM GONNA EAT THE PILE OF TACOS *Rolls* nat20 DM: You eat all the tacos then feel sleepy. [fighter’s name] roll perception. *Fighter rolls decently* DM: you notice a cord around the cat’s neck. will you inspect it? Fighter: HECK YEAH! *rolls a 18 for perception* DM: you see the words taco cat on the tag. Rouge2(ooc): So its a taco cat called taco cat? DM: yes! because paradoxes! btw you all feel safe in this room. :3
RFA + Saeran + V, if you can, headcanons about how would they react to MC wearing that cute set of kitty underwear / lingerie ( you know tgat cute bra with a keyhole shaped as a kitty head. Its really adorable ^^ )
I actually don’t know what you meant but aaaah. I still
think it’d be kind of like this? :00 I only did the RFA btw lolol
MC Wearing Kitty Lingerie Set
“Hey, Yoosung?” you called out to him from behind
“Hmmmm?” he lazily replied, distracted by the incoming
attacks from the other team in LOLOL. His eyes were focused on the game, his
fingers instinctively pressing controls to evade the attacks.
You spun his chair around, disconnecting his headphones from
the computer, which almost fell to the floor.
“What is it, MC, I was winnin—“ he gaped at your barely clad
body, then blood started dripping from his nose, and he began to stammer,
trying to cover it up.
You panicked, grabbing tissues to help him, leaning in so
close, your breasts were against his chest.
At this point, Yoosung was seeing stars.
…Oh. I think he
Why is there a present
from Jumin Han in front of my door?
Zen stared dully at the neatly wrapped gift that sat
innocently on his doorstep, and reluctantly took it inside, his eyes narrowed
with suspicion. Why would the Trust Fund Kid send him anything?
The endearing sound of his lover’s voice filled his ears,
and all thoughts of the trust fund kid dissipated as he turned around to face
you. You snuggled up to him, fully wrapping your arms around his muscular body.
“Jagi, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” he said with a
soft smile on his lips. He gently pushed you away, a light blush on his face.
“I-I’m all sweaty from my workout, I don’t want you to get dirty…”
You smirked at him, lacing your arms behind his neck. “But
Zenny~ Jumin sent me such a nice gift~”
Zen finally allowed his eyes to travel down your body, and
immediately sucked in a breath as he did. His eyes lingered on the the
cat-shaped keyhole sitting suggestively in between your breasts, almost teasing
him… He averted his eyes immediately, feeling the need to restrain himself from
Then, he processed what you’d said earlier, a frown making
its way to his face. “Wait… Jumin sent this to you?”
You nodded cheerfully, beaming. “Yep! He left you something
too. He left it at the door.”
Zen quickly unwrapped the box he’d found earlier, only to
find a pack of condoms inside. The fuck?
A note laid behind the pack: Zen, Seven told me that you’ve been… frustrated lately. He suggested
that I send these items to you. As your friend, I hope it helps.
Although he didn’t like that your clothes had come from the
trust fund kid, he didn’t find it to be a problem. All he needed to do was
simply remove them, after all…
You took a step back from the sudden mischievous glint in
his red eyes, but he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer. “We should put his
gift to good use, don’t you think?”
The two of you were out shopping for new underwear (after… accidentally ripping apart too many of
your old ones…)
You gasped, “Ooh, look at this one!”
Jaehee turned around just as you held up matching panties
and bra against your body.
Her eyes gleamed.
“Put it on,” she commanded.
So you went into the changeroom to try it on, carefully
clipping the bra at the front of your chest. Ooh, it made your breasts stand
out more than you thought, what with the kitty sitting right in your cleavage.
You peeked out from the changeroom shyly, making sure no one
but Jaehee was there before stepping out to show her.
As soon as you did, she pushed you back inside the
“On second thought, please take it off, MC.”
Ever since the first time you’d worn cat ears, he’d been insistent on seeing you wear a whole set of cat lingerie, and he’d bought you a couple…hundred.
A couple hundred.
Needless to say, it freaked you out when you saw the
mountain pile of bags containing cat patterned lingerie all over the couch. You
didn’t question it, assuming it was for someone else. (WHO, MC, WHO ELSE???)
So it wasn’t until one day when you had no other clothes to
wear that you carelessly grabbed one of the few hundred sets of cat lingerie.
You didn’t realize (nor care) what you were wearing, so when Jumin came home…
well, he was surprised (pleasantly so) to find you finally wearing it.
He merely cuddled with you the whole night, being more
touchy than usual while the two of you read a book before bed together.
“That is NOT how you wear those,” you deadpanned, staring
blankly at Saeyoung, who was calmly showing off his latest crossdressing outfit—cat
And he was wearing it OVER his clothes.
He shook his head in denial. “Nono, I’m Supercat,” he
excitedly explained, placing his hands on his hips as he posed proudly in front
of you. “That’s why I’m wearing it over
Trying to abide by his logic, you reasoned, “But if you’re
really Supercat, your superhero clothes should be your birthday suit, so you
should wear your… underwear over that, right?”
Saeyoung gasped in shock, “YOU’RE RIGHT!! …Hnng, maybe I’m
not cut out for Supercat, after all.”
He handed the lingerie set to you with a sad look on his
face, his eyes glimmering with (fake) tears which practically begged you to
become Supercat in his stead.
Very, very, VERY reluctantly, you complied, changing into
the cat lingerie.
He was on you the moment you finished changing. “YOU’RE~ SO~
CUTE~~” he cheered, snuggling into you.
Jumin had asked you to help model a new fashion line his business partner was designing, and you agreed on the condition that V would be the photographer since you felt that you’d be most comfortable that way
(Jumin: Why I asked you, MC? Because you’re the most
beautiful woman I know, of course.)
The whole day, you modelled many different outfits… and then
you were told to model… lingerie. Cat lingerie, at that.
Come to think of it, all the pieces you’d modelled so far
had some form of cat, too. You were just too busy feeling shy to notice
earlier. Ugly cat sweaters, abstract cat patterned tights, pawprint designs… no
wonder Jumin endorsed in this.
Jihyun almost dropped his camera when you returned from the
changeroom, a small frown forming upon his face. “MC…”
Your cheeks flushed as you covered yourself a bit, feeling
He pouted a bit, “I don’t want to do this, MC…” When you
tilted your head in confusion, he continued in a whisper, “I don’t want the world
to see you like this. I-I’m sorry, even though I promised Jumin…”
Jihyun looked so conflicted, you decided to stop the
photoshoot. “Let’s ditch,” you grinned.
And that was how the clean up crew found an empty room with
a camera full of cat patterned clothing photos.
He’d caught you trying on the new set of cat lingerie, and snuck in the room to watch you check yourself out
“I wonder if Saeran will like it…” you thought out loud to yourself, twirling around
As you did, you noticed that he was standing in the corner of the room, leaning back against the wall with a smirk on his face
“Hm? Continue what you were doing, MC,” he said coolly, his eyes travelling down your body appreciatively
You covered yourself up, and he chuckled, pushing himself off the wall as he walked towards you
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, princess,” he murmured lowly as he approached you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “Now, why don’t you purr for me, kitten?”
I appreciate that climate change gets a lot of attention (possibly because it has the potential to have the highest economic costs if left unchecked) but it is my duty to remind everyone that the biggest threat to wildlife and ecosystems today is habitat loss. Not climate change. Not trophy hunting. Not even pollution–though a habitat can become so degraded from pollution that it becomes unusable.
The very best way to curb global destruction of habitat is to implement large-scale changes to our development patterns, energy production, and agricultural system. So be sure to support those efforts politically. You can also support sustainable, multi-use development in your communities(many municipalities talk about community-wide projects at city counsel meetings!). Live densely. Eat less meat. Call out self driving cars for the sprawl-supporting pact with satan that they are. Support public transportation! Don’t support sprawl and McMansions! Recognize that suburbia in general and lawns in particular are a facsimile of greenness that destroy actual usable habitat and replace it with sterile monocultures that require gallons of water, pesticides, and fertilizer to maintain. Stop using products with
altogether. Make your yard wildlife-friendly. Consider a brush pile. Keep your damn cats indoors. Plant native plants. Remove invasive plants. Maybe don’t freak out and call animal control every time you see a bat or snake or coyote in your neighborhood since they were literally there first and we’ve left them no place else to go. Watch out for herps crossing the roads in the breeding season, especially our salamanders. Plant a NATIVE tree. Support your local parks, forests, and waterways, big and small.
Marinette was staring in shock, and she quietly muttered to
Tikki, who was hiding in the collar of her shirt (honestly just to see the
chaos). “How the heck did this happen
“Your parents spotted them,” Tikki giggled, covering her
mouth with a tiny paw.
It had been a typical start to a movie night, up until Chat
and Queen Bee started to argue over what movie to watch.
“The Princess Bride is a classic!” Queen Bee hissed. “And I’m tired of your stupid anime!”
“You apologize to Hayao Miyazaki this instant!” Chat gave a
far more animalistic hiss back, brandishing his copy of Princess Mononoke.
“Do we get a say in this?” Vixen asked from where her head
was in Marinette’s lap, the girl’s fingers stroking through her hair.
“NO!” Both heroes
yelled, then froze as the trap door to Marinette’s room opened, a bemused Tom
and Sabine regarding the four, who at the moment were all doing admirable
impressions of deer in headlights.
Everyone remained still for several seconds, until Vixen
lazily raised a hand and waved. “Hey,
Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.”
Tom cracked up, and Sabine playfully nudged her husband with
an elbow before smiling at the heroes in her daughter’s room. “If you wanted friends over, Marinette, you
could have just asked. You don’t have to
hide them up here.”
“If you’re having movie night, the TV in the living room is much
bigger, and you can use the couch,” Tom added. “And of course, you’ll need snacks.”
Marinette probably shouldn’t have been surprised by how all
three heroes perked up excitedly.
Which led her to now.
Marinette was trying to reconcile the sight of all three heroes in the
rest of her house, interacting and actually getting along with her parents.
Chat was the one that was breaking her brain the most. Out of all of them, he was the one she least
expected to know another language, but seeing him happily chatting away with
her mother in Mandarin had her re-evaluating her Kitty a little bit. The big goofball had some depth to him, it
Vixen was helping her construct a blanket nest on the couch,
while Queen Bee, of all people, was helping her father assemble a snack tray in
the kitchen. The normally brash heroine
seemed almost embarrassed at the warm attention and playful teasing from her
dad, but also seemed to be soaking it up.
“Queenie told me once, her mom died when she was little and
her dad doesn’t pay much attention to her,” Vixen whispered in her ear. “Let her have this.”
Marinette’s eyes widened, and she shot Vixen a slight
smile. “I don’t mind sharing if Queenie
“And that’s why we love you, girl.” Marinette yelped as
Vixen playfully tackled her to the couch, hugging her.
“Cat pile! Come on,
Queenie!” Chat was distracted from his conversation with Sabine, and soon
joined the dog cat pile on Marinette on the couch, which did nothing to
help Marinette’s giggles.
Queen Bee rolled her eyes, picking up the tray and using her
wings to make a quick hop over the couch and set it down on the table. “What are all of you, five?”
“Get down here and let us hug you.” Chat grinned, a hand
whipping out and hauling Queen Bee in, ignoring her yelp as he and Vixen
bracketed her in with their arms.
“Just let them get it out of their systems, it’ll be over
faster that way,” Marinette advised, voice serious but eyes twinkling in mirth.
“Ugh, you’re all so immature,” Queen Bee grumbled, sticking
her nose up in the air and thus completely missing Vixen’s mischievous smirk.
She didn’t miss it when the fox heroine playfully kissed her
cheek, though, and Vixen erupted into giggles as Queen Bee’s face burst into a
furious blush, even if she tried to play it off.
Marinette laughed, then flushed when Vixen pressed a kiss to
her cheek, only able to let out a squeak.
The sound of a movie trailer was their first clue that Chat
had crept off while they were occupied, and Queen Bee squawked indignantly,
squirming to free herself. “I said we
were going to watch The Princess Bride!”
“Well, you were busy, Queenie, so I fur-gured that I’d go
ahead and pop a movie in.” Chat smirked, and Marinette sighed as the argument
resumed for round 2.
Marinette completely missed her mother leaning up to kiss
her father’s cheek, then grinning at the foursome before murmuring to her
husband. “I’m so glad Marinette’s
getting along with her teammates.”
“They are all adorable, aren’t they? I get the feeling that Queen Bee doesn’t have
a very good home life,” Tom whispered back as they headed into their room with
a simple admonishment to try and keep the noise down a bit.
“I get the same from Chat Noir. We’ll have to make it clear that they’re
welcome to come over any time,” Sabine murmured.
“Well, of course.
They’re all good kids. I’m glad
Marinette has them backing her up.”