Words Unspoken

Words Unspoken

Jack Horner’s wish had cataclysmic consequences.

All magical creatures were stripped of their powers or disappeared outright. Those who remained were entirely at the mercy of an all-powerful tyrant.

Puss could no longer talk, wield a sword, or stand on his hind legs. But he remembered who he was.

The wolf remembered him too. Puss had known as soon as they had met again, red eyes locked on green.

He looked from the cat to the former pie factory turned magical fortress. They were headed the same way.

Words were unnecessary. Their intent was clear:

‘We’ll take him down together.’

Happy birthday, @labarch! Love your fics!

I haven't watched a single episode of Lupin Zero, but from what Labarch told me, kid Albert d'Andrésy really needs to take revenge on the Lupin crime syndicate, and kid Lupin III really needs to feed him spaghetti bolognese.

Just looking at their character designs, I absolutely agree.

Just posted The Golden Hourglass' eighth chapter!

Please mind the added tags, dear readers, this one is a bit darker. Nothing dark enough to raise the rating above T, I don't think, but I made the most potentially triggering scenes skippable just in case.

Take care!

Have you watched The Adventures of Puss in Boots? (It's the one with the Netflix show with the white cat named Dulcinea)

I am afraid I haven't watched it. I don't watch that many series, and I have to admit that the length of this one intimidates me a bit.

I did get spoilt about a couple of things though, including who Dulcinea is, and it did sound interesting. If nothing else, I really appreciate the reference behind her name, and how fitting it is for her storyline.

Flowers From Your Ashes

A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.

Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?

To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.

Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.

Another three lives for the cat to waste.

Until the last harvest.

Chapter 6 of The Golden Hourglass is here at last!

And yes, the chapter count went up again, hopefully for the last time; nine is a good number for this story. (And Puss in Boots: The Last Wish fanfiction in general.)

Enjoy!