#I have my cat though and that’s all that matters

[juicerca]

“scratch me instead,, ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

MDNI

author note: this is a horribly, horribly self-indulgent fic idea i had for any who have eczema, or generally itchy skin with little scabs everywhere. my eczema has been sooooo annoying recently (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) so the mc kinda yaps (whines) a lot...

synopsis: sylus body worshipping you (🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️) after you finish getting out the shower.

content: cat-like behaviours from MC (purring, mewing), lots of kisses, bounded wrists by inappropriate usage of evol (to stop u from scratching!! not because he wants to bind you or anything... okay maybe a little...), penetration, a smidgen of cockwarming, soft!sylus, affirmations!!! the sex is soooooo slow, so many check ins, so much fluff, a little plot, will need to scroll for smut, reader is receiving!! but no genitalia specified (lots of lube instead kekekeke) :]

pet-names: kitten, sweetie, darling, love

word count: 2,8k !! the first 1.3k is just fluff tbh

the reader's gender or pronouns aren't specified so i hope all us eczema people can enjoy hehe.

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every time you finished taking a shower, you had a little routine that sylus had started picking up on. it would first be to apply a moisturiser, and this special ointment that the doctors prescribed to you ( you swore it didn't work, but you didn't really have any alternatives ), before ending it with this 'bio-oil' that was meant to heal scars ( which at least it smelt nice even if it didn't work ).

sometimes you would ask him to buy products for you when your prescribed creams ran out, and sometimes he would get the privilege of applying it for you if you were a little too tired. he always delighted in being of use to you, and spending money on you was second nature to him.

after your shower, you sat down on the bed huffing and puffing as you slathered the cream onto your drying skin. sylus adjusted himself to sit up at your little sounds, looking up from his book of gun maintenance. a large hand softly held your arm as he nestled his nose into the nook of your shoulder. his robe was open (shameless) and he was wearing only his black boxers.

"are you running out of products? i can get you an unlimited supply if you decide to join the onychinus. i am a very generous boss, i'll have you know." he chuckled.

that beautiful, small, husky sound you would usually feel so much happier to hear. in truth, he would get boxes of your prescription even if you wouldn't join onychinus ( through illegal means if necessary ), if you would just tell him what to get.

usually you would just let it roll off your back and snort at him, but for some reason your skin had been extra irritable recently, and it was starting to get to you. it was obvious to sylus who had noted your sudden insistence on long sleeves, and the subtle scratching that turned into little slaps on the parts of your skin that were especially irritating you.

"i'm fine," you felt that was a bit snippy so you correct yourself, sighing a little, "thanks though..."

he tilted his head, pulling you in with his arm around your waist to lie against his broad chest.

"sweetie? is something the matter?"

"i don't know...it's stupid."

"it's not stupid if it regards you."

you teared up a little, before deciding to be honest and said this in one shaky breath,

"it's just...i keep bleeding on all the sheets and my skin is just so dry and flaky...and i have these scabs just everywhere. and you just have perfect skin...not to make this like a competition or anything it's just a bit like...i don't know... stupid. it's stupid."

you started scratching at your shoulders and arms, just irritated and frustrated. only feeling that tiny bit of reprieve when it started to sting and bleed.

he sat up properly, turning your body to face him and holding your hands gently to stop you from scratching.

"i could use my evol to heal these scabs over for now, if that's what you want...but personally," he kissed your knuckles, trailing his lips up your arms and then softly whispered against your bloodied scabs in that utterly honey-like voice that just pooled heat in your tummy, "these little scars of yours? i think they're cute, kitten. you've become your own scratching post, hm?"

"it's nothing that cute..." you blushed a little, and that rich laughter seeped out of him, oh so generously.

"shall i help you kick the habit?"

he suggested with a wide, foxy smile as he generously lathered his hands in cream, casually applying it for you.

"how would i do that?"

"why don't you let me show you a few tricks i have up my sleeve? it might not be a long-term fix...but it should make you feel better for the night. if you feel like scratching, you can use my back. a lot more surface area, hm?"

"that's not going to work."

he smiled, hearing a little sass in your voice always perked him up. knowing you weren't as upset as you were before made him feel so alive. after all, when you lived as you selfishly pleased his heart would sing.

"you'll still indulge me won't you?"

"mm...okay, sure." you replied, reaching to scratch the little scab on your arm.

hm.

your habit was more persistent than he realised.

he took your hands and held your wrists together gently. you could break away easily, but your own curiosity would be the end of you.

"kitten, would you like to try something? how about i keep your wrists together so you can't scratch? something like this."

he snapped his fingers, his evol forming a pair of cuffs around you that he could manipulate at will.

"nostalgic, no?" he chuckled and you couldn't help giggling as well.

"that evol linkage was a little miracle. i'm glad it happened."

his eyes softened,

"yes, i am too...you always were persistent, my love."

"how was that my fault? i didn't make the cuffs." you pouted, forgetting temporarily about your itchiness.

"well it certainly wasn't my fault. though i'd be willing to accept partial blame," he cocked an eyebrow with that smirk you came to grow so fond of, "so, my predator? would you be willing to be my captured prey for tonight?"

you hummed, wondering whether you should tease him further, but honestly you wanted someone to bind you from ruining your skin further so badly. and he was just the perfect person to do it.

"here," you pressed your wrists together in front of his face, and joked, "i offer myself to you. your prisoner for the night."

he tightened his evol around you so your wrists were practically glued together with an amused huff.

"i will cherish this. though, if i had it my way... you'd be my prisoner for a much longer time than just tonight..."

his hands reached for the bottle of lube kept in his drawer, slathering his hands just how he does when he applies your creams for you. something about his fingers and the way they curled so naturally was just utterly sinful.

he realised midst slicking up that you hadn't finished your little skincare routine and he freezed.

"sy?"

"sweetie...we didn't finish taking care of your skin."

"oh..."

"one second."

he undid the evol cuffs and went to wash his hands, before coming back and taking care of your skin with the utmost care. you really did feel like a masterpiece when under his hands. even utterly naked and vulnerable in front of him, sitting on your fluffy towel, you felt so safe and loved.

"you know what kitten?"

"hm?"

"you don't have to have perfect skin. you are enough. just the way you are. and not to mention you're the most breathtaking person i know, even with your marks you don't seem very fond of."

he talked with such sincerity. like every word was his last and all he wanted to remain in the world of him was his devotion to you.

"you shouldn't be ashamed of them, rather...these little scars are endearing. though you should be making use of me more often."

you heart panged with a tenderness only he could bring to you.

"use you?"

"yes," he chuckled, "buy more things with my account, make me apply your skincare products for you. anything. you should be more greedy."

his hands massaged your body so tenderly, cooling all of your heated itching points.

"you don't want enough from me, and it pains me... especially since i ask for so much of you, and want all of you...a little greed is good for your soul." he said with that lazy smile.

you could laugh at how untrue that was. sylus was always giving. so, so generous and it made you feel utterly spoiled.

"is that so?"

"i'd like to think i know quite a fair amount about your soul. trust me on this one darling."

he finished off with the oil, and then proceeded by pressing a kiss to each little scab and bloodspot on your skin. you giggled as his lips and nose brushed against your skin ever so lightly. like the brush of a feather on your skin.

your dove.

you ruffle his hair, pressing a kiss to his cheek in gratitude. he exhaled through his nose in amusement, thoroughly basking in your affections and giggles.

"if i get to kiss these every time you feel upset, i think these little scars of yours might be my favourite part of you now," he chuckled, "perhaps you should even invest in even more of them, so that i have even more to adorn in my adoration. to show you how grateful i am for everything that encompasses your existence."

he then linked your wrists behind your back.

"so allow me to pay my respects..." he gently parted your thighs and you invited him in almost immediately. shamelessly.

his large hand ran down your tummy, the red glint of desire stirring silently and with an intensity that stole your breath every time. he once again lubed his hands up, gently circling your entrance with his bony middle finger.

it was so slicked up that it slid in with ease, down to his knuckle. not enough to make you moan, but your mouth formed a small 'o' shape as it pushed against your plushy spot. his lips pressed up your collarbone to your neck, ending just below where your pulse point is.

"feel good sweetie?"

"mhm..."

"good..." he prodded at your tight hole with a second finger, "how about a second?"

"mhm, please..."

"oh wow...kitten has good manners, hm? don't worry...i'll make you feel as perfect as i see you tonight."

he slides in the second finger, stretching you open on his thick, slicked up digits. the sounds are obscene when he starts stirring your insides with them. pumping in and out against the rough texture, circling right on that spot that just made you feel so good.

"so clingy...you just won't let my fingers go..." he groaned softly with that smirk you loved to love, "not that i'd want to leave."

"mmh...more..." you breathily gasped, aching to feel him deep inside to dull this longing.

your arms burned with an urge to itch, you couldn't help it, but this was definitely helping. not to mention, no matter how much you thrashed, his evol held your hands firmly away from scratching territory.

"wanna forget everything but you sy..." he startled a little. you could tell by the way he jerked a little.

"...what a cute request. it would be unwise to decline such a generous offer." he scissored you wider, trying to prep you for the inevitable burning his girth would bring you.

he watched the way you mewled and rubbed your face against your own shoulder, knowing you had a little itchy spot there. he smiled. he couldn't help it. he found everything you did so cute.

"just a bit more kitten. you're being so good, doing so well..." his third digit edged in.

"feeling good? not too much?"

"...full but in a good way. like it. like you. your fingers feel good." you rambled, too horny to stop yourself. he groaned in response. pulling his boxers off with one hand, his pretty length revealed itself as he fisted it. pumping it slowly and with intent as he stared into your eyes.

"can't wait much longer kitten... need to feel you."

you rocked into his fingers in anticipation with a soft purr that sent blood straight to his cock. his fingers pulled out, a sticky string connecting them to your entrance before he licked them off. the stickiness sticking to his lips.

"reminds me of your birthday..." you said hazily and he grinned, a canine popping out so charmingly.

"is this the part where you kiss me then?"

you puckered your lips at him as if to invite him to do so and he chuckled, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. starving you of air as he hungrily devoured you, scouring your mouth with his tongue. the tip of his cock rubbed against your willing entrance, inching in ever so slowly. god, the burning stretch was always a surprise. he was just that thick.

"do your wrists hurt? want them up top?"

"mm..." you managed to groan out as your mind got deliriously full with thoughts of his cock.

"words, sweetie."

"up top. a little uncomfy."

his evol expertly manoeuvred your wrists above your head and he pinned them there, as his hands started to wander up your body. deciding to land on your chest where he thumbed your nipples.

"how's this?"

"goood..." you slurred out, rocking your hips against his still member. why wouldn't he just fuck you? always such a tease...

"look at my kitten purr... want more don't you?"

you nodded, whimpering and nuzzling into his neck.

"m'kay, let me ease it in...let me know if it's too much."

and when he finally bottomed out after what feels like centuries, you are so utterly blanked out and stuffed that you couldn't imagine the thought of him fucking you anymore. this was already so, so delicious on top of the masterful way he handled your body with those perfect hands of his.

your arms were around his neck, gripping at his hair as you whined about just how fucking full his cock made you feel.

"i can pull out." he teased and you hissed at him like a kitten being denied their meal.

"just...stay like this...for a second." you grunted and he complied ( typical ). he helped you onto his lap ( being the chair he was ), eliciting a soft mewl as it somehow sank his blunt head right into your needy spot. he just knew your body too well.

"ah..."

"don't rile me up sweetie... you know i can hardly resist your cute little sounds." he smiled against your skin, gently raking his fingers across your back in little scritches. meowing for him when he would scratch just right. your hips rolled into his, as the dull ache in your heat began to consume you into a burning desire for him to rail you into the bed.

but that just wasn't his style, if he could help it. sylus moaned into your ear at your needy rocking. despite asking for him to not move, you just couldn't help yourself could you?

"fuck...kitten... you want it? want me to fuck you good? want your sylus' cock to fill you up nice and properly?"

you whined in agreement and that was all he needed. he laid you down on the bed, propping your hips up with a pillow as his hands anchored on your hips. his cock dragged out slowly and it entered just as slowly. this slow motion drove you crazy as he repeated it over and over.

"this isn't enough..!" you sulked, kicking your legs petulantly into the sheets.

he chuckled.

"i suppose i did tell you to be greedier. you're a quick learner sweetie. very well, as my darling demands."

once his hips started picking up speed, the room resounded with the wet plap plap plap that echoed from your skin slapping against his. you squeaked when his evol moved your hands to his back, basically begging for you to scratch him and who are you to deny him? you grinded as much as you could on his hard cock with an insatiable appetite and he was only returning the favour after all...

you had orgasmed and came all over his cock several times by now, but he had shown no signs of slowing down. evil villain that he was, he did it all with such ease.

"i'm all the way...deep inside you," he pressed a hand on the slight bulge of your tummy, cooing with total reverence, "such a pretty kitty...taking my cock so well."

your hole leaked with white cream which he dragged out every time he thrusts. what a shame. he'd have to plug you up after filling you again.

"i'll cum so deep inside so you can feel me for days...maybe that'll distract you from your itching hm?" he chuckled. you tried to growl back, but it came out more as a pitiful moan.

"so sensitive...just can't stop cumming. can't even talk to me anymore? what a pity..." he moaned through a cocky grin, kissing your body endlessly, "don't worry, your limbs will be so weak you won't be able to scratch even if you want to."

and so, he insistently fucked you that night.

but, to be honest, you weren't in a mood to stop him.

your throat would be hoarse, your lower back aching and your hole would feel raw for a week after this, but you just couldn't bring yourself to care. it felt incredible and you just knew it meant you'd be pampered like royalty by your favourite person in the whole world.

"you're more than what you see in the mirror, my beloved... you are my entire meaning in this universe...and nothing will change that. and it definitely won't be affected by you bloodying my sheets because of your scabbed and scarred skin."

he whispered in your ear so tenderly as you curled up into his arms post-sex and post aftercare ( where he thoroughly cleaned you with his gentle hands, and even fed you chocolate-covered strawberries as you lazed around as his perfect kitten ). pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you drifted to sleep in complete comfort.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

How about a request for Ena? The reader is a cat-terpillar, which is to say, they're a big long fluffy entity, with a lot of limbs, essentially a caterpillar cat. They're big and soft and sweet, and very chill, meandering through life at a nice slow tempo. The personality of a nice warm mug of chamomile tea, or hot cocoa with mini marshmallows.

It would be nice to have a fic with them comforting Webseries!Ena after a rough day. Whatever format works best for you!

"Nyah...what a lovely day this is." With a small hum, you rested your chin on top of your two uppermost paws, curling up underneath the warm sun.

The weather was particularly nice today, with not a single rain rock floating in the sky, nor was there a storm cloud hanging around to dampen the atmosphere. But even if it did rain and thunder, it still wouldn't bother you in the slightest, as it's simply part of life.

Having wet fur and general feelings of discomfort weren't ideal, although you didn't worry, knowing that the sun will eventually shine down on you with its warmth once again. So what would be the use in stressing about things outside your control?

Unfortunately, the blue and yellow polygonal lady who was tracing shapes in the dirt beside you begged to differ, as she kept looking up at the clouds every now and then. It's like she was afraid it'll suddenly crack into pieces and fall onto her head.

"You think so? I disagwee." Her blue half mumbled, attracting your attention as you saw her bringing her knees to her chest. "My day's been awful from stawrt to finish..."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Ena." You look down at her.

Even though you had only met her a little while ago, she's comfortable enough to stay in your presence and even keep you company, which was always nice. Being a large cat-terpillar, many people were often scared of you until they discovered your personality greatly contrasts all appearances. You're sweet, kind, and mellow towards everyone you meet.

Ena was no different despite knowing about her species and the reputation they hold. She seemed lost, and so you invited her to sit and relax with you. Just to help her calm down before she got panic-striken.

Yet despite your best efforts, she still looked deeply saddened by something else. So much so that even her cheerful yellow half was frowning as she gazed up at you. "Tell me, kind stranger..perhaps you have a remedy for this predicament I'm in?" She leaned against your body, knowing you didn't mind your personal space being invaded.

Her way of speaking was most unique. A bit complex, but you understood that what she wanted was simple. "Meow..of course. Did you wanna talk, or-?"

"I don't know what I want anymowre!!" She instantly flipped into her sadder state, putting her head in her hands. "I just....feel like disappearwing!! Don't waste your bweath on someone as worthless as me! I'm mowre useful as a scwatching post! So go ahead and tear me apawrt!! Come on!! DO IT!!!"

You didn't do anything, instead letting a few moments pass before speaking. "Maybe...you'd like a hug instead?"

"....actually...yes." She sniffled, quieting down a little. "That sounds like a better idea...."

But when she tried to fully embrace you, she hit a roadblock: she had no idea where to put her arms.

No matter how far away they moved from her body, nowhere felt quite right. And while you were able to wrap a few pairs of your own arms around her torso, she couldn't do the same and felt the crushing weight of despair and stupidity washing over her.

Then the static waterworks began.

"Ohh, what's wrong with me??! I can't even hug you wright!! I really am useless!!" Burying her face into your neck, she just hiccupped and sobbed, her fingers clutching at your fur like a lifeline.

Normally, she'd be glitching and spinning out of control. But somehow you managed to help her physical form remain stable. A simple hug is all it took, and it's all that she needed in order to finally let that sadness out. So you just hushed her softly, not alarmed by her sudden and violent mood shifts in the slightest.

It's something she couldn't control, just like how you couldn't control your size or "scary" feline features. Why should you judge her for that when she never judged you?

"You aren't useless, my dear. There's no "right" way to hug someone. You have the intention, and that's enough. I don't get many of these, so....I appreciate this." A purr rumbled in your throat.

"Huh? Y-You...You bawely get hugs??!" Ena looked up at you, her white half displaying an utterly distraught expression. "But you're...you're so nice! What's wrong with other people??? Do they think you're too big to love or something?!!!! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS??!!" Her more masculine voice screamed in outrage.

"That's a first..maybe I am "too big to love". But it's alright. I'm not worried about those other people. Just you right neow." You held her closely again, letting her cry some more. "Thank you for being so caring and considerate, Ena. You're a wonderful friend."

"Friend...? But...we've only met five minutes ago..."

"Have we really? Because it seems like we've known each other for longer." Patting her head, you smiled as her colors turned back to their normal tones. But you weren't going to let her go unless she did so first....and the poor girl was still clinging to you like you're the world's softest pillow.

Whatever she must've went through before meeting you had to have been terrible, but she did blubber something about a rude entity and tripping over a pebble.

You didn't interrupt once, allowing her to talk.

At that point, she suddenly remembered that she was on her way to an auction when she got lost and winded up on a serious of unfortunate misadventures leading to your location.

But maybe she was destined to find you and get these sad feelings off her chest.

Even so, you didn't like seeing her so troubled over missing the event. And that's when you came up with an idea after she dried her tears. "I think I know where that is. I was gonna go..but changed my mind. I don't like crowds too much. But now I have a reason to change it again."

"Wha...What do you mean?"

"I can provide you with transportation there so you don't lose your way again. Don't worry. For friends, it's free of charge." You wink, seeing her cheering up right away. "Only thing is that...we might get there a little late. I never like rushing to things."

"Oh I'm not worried about that! Auction Day is an all-day event!! How could I refuse such a generous service?" Her yellow side laughed, immediately climbing onto your back. But as soon as she got settled, she suddenly looked apprehensive, tilting her head. "Is this alright? I'm not too heavy?"

"Nope. You're as light as a polygonal feather." You chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there, Ena."

"This is much appreciated, friend. But erm...you mind going slow? I tend to get motion sickness."

"That's fine by me. Now let's be on our way."

[kalied0skull]

I'm just getting this out there before i panic over not getting it done today .. . :3

would like to thank @broareweabouttoviberightnow for feeding the brain with another banger song to think about stevepop to .. specifically with transfem soda ... .

the song in question : Look At That Woman — Role Model ♪

and as always ...

★ ramble under the cut !

i picked the worst time to actually get to this because i am actually so exhausted i think i could pass out whilst writing this AND OH MY GOODNESS CAAAAT okay sorry my friends cat came to say hello

anyhow, i did NOT stick to the proper order of lyrics here (because I trimmed some out to fit the comic better) and I don't know how much i enjoy that fact 💀

but these sets of verses had the biggest visuals to me, and i definitely just ran with it

when thinking about this song, i thought a lot about how i could kind of twist the story and make it fit a bit and came up with a really silly au sort of storyline:

I'm not the best with storyboarding obviously, and the comic definitely shows that bc it seems a bit .. .. weirdly organized BUT LET ME EXPLAIN IT OKAY MAN

i love to imagine this song as transfem soda going off and doing her own thing while steve's off for college, their relationship is going steady and yet steve can't help but overthink about the distance — the fact he has to send letters to soda now instead of just seeing her every other day at the DX or the curtis home. it makes him anxious, and he kind of just throws himself around over missing his girlfriend

the rest of the song is very descriptive well in terms of visualizing transfem soda, and i wish i could've focused on it but unfortunately it seemed a bit silly to just make a drawing purely only for her outfit for this comic 😭 (i probably WILL make a drawing though, nonetheless)

there's just something real entertaining about the idea of steve being the one leaving, and feeling overwhelmed with some kind of guilt because he misses his gal. he's definitely not the type to enjoy long distance relationships, and he's gonna have to whether he likes it or not!!!

thankfully though, soda is a loving girl and cares about steve nonetheless no matter the distance, and she's constantly sending him letters. she doesn't even mind if he doesn't reply to them (he overthinks the replies, too (see the papers on his floors /silly))

the "memory" scene was kind of just me trying to figure out how to display the lyrics in an organized way, and it ended up being a bit of a 'goodbye' scene between the two as soda drops steve off at the airport with his first ever letter — and i like to aaaalso imagine that letter absolutely ruins him permanently in terms of just REALIZING how much he's gonna miss her 💀

steve's got a bunch to stress over — missing his girl, not being able to see his girl, college work, his dorm mates, his dad bitching his ear off still, the guys who might try and dig at his girl — he'll worry about all the stuff soda sends in his letters, and even though soda tells him and reassures that he doesn't have to reply back, steve will ALWAYS send home something to her.

'trying to call, but the leaves start to fall' is a major line for that, just because i think he absolutely does just... struggle with words – and of course, it's fall !!!

iiii dunno, I'm kind of droning on here since I can't form proper sentences at the moment (I'll probably be sleeping right after this 💀) but i really thought this song was pretty neat ... and i had a lot of fun making something way more extra than necessary for it ... hehehe

[thegothicviking]

I turned 33 years today🥳 🎉

And as you should know..the world is changing every 33 years! "The beginning is the end and the end is the beginning"!

So I'm gonna watch as much as I can of a certain german Netflix series/show... ;)

The reference is kinda "old" by now but today is the day but also later this summer is the day! ;)

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Could I have gone out and be drinking on my own tonight? Probably...but I just don't see the point. I'm gonna watch this series TODAY..as much as I can of it!

And I can't BELIEVE it's been a WHOLE YEAR since I was with @marimayscarlett in Dresden to see Rammstein! Miss being with a bunch of folks that likes the same thing that I do! But I'll travel to Germany again one day...hopefully.

I hate how people never seem to care about birthday's!? Like forget about xmas or easter (unless if you are really religious). What really matters is to celebrate the fact that the people you love just survived another year! Celebrate the anniversary of their freakin' birth! That's what matters!

Sadly, unfortunately, I seem to be the only one to care about other's birthday (and my own birthday.) People seem to take it for granted that we are alive and that we get to say

"Wow. I survived another year! I got to cheat death again and become one year older!"

So many things could have gone wrong from your previous birthday and to the next, but you survived it! You managed through...and for some reason people don't like to celebrate that!? Excuse me!?

You/someone you love could have literally died before turning another year older! But you/them DIDN'T! You/them survived! Honestly? How is that NOT to be celebrated!? ❤ No way you should take that for granted!!

You gotta wish yourself and the people around you "happy birthday" and at least give them a card and a hug, if you can go and visit them! But no..I guess I'm alone in caring for birthday's. Even my own.

I have had thoughts about ending it all, since I was 10 and a half years old, but somehow I survived another year. So let me just say;

Happy fucking Birthday to me! ❤ And Happy fucking birthday to YOU TOO if I ever missed your birthday this year or if we are 16th of May "birthday twins"!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL 16TH OF MAY FOLKS! AND TO EVERYONE THAT HAD THEIR BIRTHDAY THIS YEAR! ❤

(Including myself, today!❤)

We did it! WE SURVIVED THIS BIRTHDAY TOO! ❤🥳

Good for us! 🌹

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Yes I have been struggling lately but I'm kinda back now...ish. Can't wait for next weekend though! Hopefully it's going to be GOTH AF!

Oh...and I get to see cats! LOTS of cats!

(yes I'll hopefully post some pictures)

[starlightsinger32]

God I hope someone reads this!!! I don't speak a word of Spanish and the online translation of this post is SUPER choppy, so I decided to write my own little ficlet about this absolutely STUNNING art! Enjoy!

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Zach had just finished arguing with the resort manager and was storming back to his limousine when his phone lit up with a text:

D: Would you like to see your bride?

Would he? Was that even a question? Slamming the limo door shut and barking at the driver to take him back to his jet, Zach typed back:

Z: Aren't you the one who said I'm not allowed to see him?

A response came almost immediately:

D: Yes, but he doesn't like my work, and if SOMEONE doesn't appreciate me in the next five minutes, I may faint from grief

Zach rolled his eyes, and responded:

Z: What if I don't like it either? I'm not paying you if I don't like it

D: Oh, you'll like it, darling

Z: Prove it

However smug and brazen his texts sounded, none of this meant that his stomach didn't flip when his phone buzzed again, signifying the receipt of an image.

Anticipation building in his core, the CEO unlocked his phone, opened the messaging app, and immediately forgot all of the stress of the last few hours.

The picture on the screen was the most beautiful sight Zach had even seen, a fantasy come to life that would soon be right in front of him.

The man in the picture was dressed in silver and white, in a strange, but elegant bridal hybrid between a dress and a suit. A short veil sat in his soft-looking brown hair, and the faint pink glow of Donita's pose beam surrounded both him and the white cat-like creature resting on his hips.

Though it was classic Donata couture, Zach could understand why Chris wasn't too happy about this additional accessory.

Chris.

His enemy. His constant obstacle and headache. His. Only His.

Chris didn't even seem to be aware that his picture was being taken; he was looking off to the side wearing a mix of innocent bewilderment and distress on his face. He was probably wondering how he had ended up there.

Zach wasn't entirely sure himself.

All he knew was that he had found out the Aviva and her Blue Boy were getting married, and his mind had immediately wandered to Chris, who wasn't THAT much younger than his brother.

It was only a matter of time before it would be Chris's turn. Could he handle watching from afar, as he always had, as Chris fell in love with someone else, married them, promised to stay with them forever, and then lovingly raised a family with them?

No.

The longer he delayed, trying to work up the nerve to just TALK to the zoologist, the greater the chance that someone else would snatch him up became. So Zach had snatched first.

Of course, Chris had been incredibly resistant to their impending marriage, but Zach was undeterred. The sooner their marriage was on paper, the less chance someone else could take Chris away. There would be plenty of time to get Chris to like him after that.

After all, Chris was the most forgiving, kind, optimistic, and caring person he knew. He would get over the less than romantic start to their marriage once he saw what Zach could give him.

His eyes remained fixed on his nervous bride in the picture. He would give him anything he asked for, anything his vast amount of wealth could provide, if it would make the sweet beauty smile.

He hadn't seen Chris's usually ever present smile since he had taken him, and once the zoologist realized his brother and friends likely wouldn't find them in time, he had spent his days looking very sad.

Maybe Zach could bribe Donita to take the cat off of the dress. She'd probably squawk about her artistic vision, but any idiot would know that Chris would rather have it walking around than frozen in place, even if it was still breathing either way.

It wasn’t as though the removal of the kitty would detract from the beauty of the outfit, so Zach hardly cared. His world had narrowed to a single view, the view of Chris looking so breath-taking he was prematurely irritated that anyone else would see him dressed that way.

If they didn’t need to have witnesses, the lovely view would only be for him. Just like the lovely zoologist was.

Zach’s gaze scanned the photo once more, heartbeat increasing with attraction and excitement. The light colour of the suit/dress offset Chris’s tan skin perfectly, making his features appear soft and innocent. The ‘skirt’ of the outfit fanned outwards just below the frozen cat, creating the illusion of a curved waist that Zach very much wanted to grab.

The younger Kratt was so perfect, he wasn’t sure he could stand it.

Reluctantly, he closed the photo to send a brief text:

Z: I’m on my way

D: I thought you might be

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Chris stared into the tall mirror, a sick feeling sneaking into his stomach. He hardly recognized himself in the soft, flowing, WEDDING clothes Donita had put on him.

It wasn’t necessarily an ugly outfit, in fact, on the right person, it might have been beautiful, but the problem lay with what it represented: him marrying Zach.

Zach.

Zach had never been kind to him, never showed any interest in him beyond throwing petty insults, and had certainly never hinted at any romantic interest in him. But out of nowhere, the CEO had decided that he wanted to marry Chris, and no one else’s opinion on the matter, including Chris’s, was necessary.

Attempts to talk the inventor out of the marriage had been unsuccessful: Zach hadn’t been nasty or ordered Chris to stop talking, but it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t listening to anything the younger Kratt had said.

And he wanted to subject Chris to an entire life of that: being ignored and discounted except for when Zach wanted a pretty doll to dress up and look at?

It was obvious that Zach didn’t care about his feelings; if he had, he never would have let Donita trap a white African lion cub and put it on the outfit he expected Chris to get married in.

Chris gave the animal a little stroke, which he knew that it could feel, despite being unable to physically respond to the touch. The poor thing must be so frightened.

A sharp, accented voice from behind him chastised: “Darling, don’t cry. You may stain the fabric, and anyways, I know you’re not crying for the right reasons.”

Donita sashayed over to stand beside him, cappuccino in hand. “Save the tears for your wedding, at least then, it won’t look out of place. I can practically guarantee you Zachary is going to cry.”

The zoologist hadn’t even realized his eyes were wet. Whether he was crying for the cub, or for himself, he was unable to decide.

Quietly, he said: “Donita, I don’t want to do this.”

The fashionista sighed. “Oh, I know. You’re being terribly overdramatic about this whole matter, it isn’t as bad as you are making it seem. You get to marry one of the richest men on the planet, and you look STUNNING!”

She slipped behind Chris, carefully adjusting the skirt and veil to her satisfaction. “Perfect! I am a GENIUS! Zachary will not know what to do with himself when he sees you!”

At Chris’s anxious expression, she elaborated: “He adores you, he always has. You will never want for anything, and if you do, you can always divorce him and take half of his money.”

As if Zach would ever allow him to divorce him. Chris had a suspicion that Zach had no intention of a short marriage.

But something else Donita had said stuck in his mind.

“He doesn’t adore me. He’s always awful to me, even when I’m nice to him.”

“He tries to hide it, but I can always tell.” Donita said, smugly. “You will see it in his face when he sees you walk down the aisle tomorrow. He will not be able to conceal his feelings, I am certain.”

Chris froze. “Tomorrow?”

“Well, naturally.” The fashionista patted her flowing purple pants, in search of something unknown. “He is too desperate to be with you to wait even a day longer than he has to. As a matter of fact, he is on his way here to see you right now.”

When Chris continued to look nothing short of worried, the Italian added: “Don’t worry, I will not let him accost you and ruin my work. But I cannot help you after your wedding, so be grateful you have time to prepare yourself.”

She patted her pockets again, this time with more intensity. “Dabio! Where is my pen?”

“I don’t know, Donita!” Her assistant answered from the next room.

“It is your job to know!” The diva snapped, storming towards the other room. “How can I write Zachary an exorbitant bill without it?”

As she disappeared from sight, Chris’s stricken eyes travelled back towards the mirror, very much feeling the weight of the veil in his hair.

Tomorrow?

The villains expected him to marry Zach tomorrow?

He had known what Zach’s intentions were for the past few days, and Donita putting him in a wedding dress had made that already clear picture transparent, but….tomorrow?

How was he going to escape? Until arriving at Donita’s studio, Zach had never left him alone for a second. Until that exact moment, Donita had not either.

But what good was the few moments of privacy he had before Donita recovered her pen? The room he was in had no windows, and he didn’t know his way around the designer’s home enough to quickly find a room that did.

Her elaborate pink phone sat not far away, but Chris had not forgotten what had happened to Martin when he had tried the same tactic.

He still had his own freedom of movement, as Donita had turned the pose beam off after forcing him to put the bride outfit on, but one misstep could turn him into a living, breathing mannequin.

Much like the poor little cub resting on his hips. Chris touched it’s fur again, silently apologising to it.

‘You must be so scared.’ He thought. ‘I’M scared.’

Once he indulged in his own feelings, there was no stopping the flood of emotions.

‘I want my own clothes.’

‘I want Martin.’

‘I want to go HOME.’

He didn’t make any sound, and didn’t draw attention to his state, but when Donita walked back into the room, pen in hand, she immediately noticed that he was crying.

The designer sighed again. “Oh for goodness sake, Christiano, go into the next room and take my masterpiece off if you’re going to do THAT!”

As he silently moved to do as she said, wiping fruitlessly at his eyes, the zoologist thought he heard Donita say:

“You should not waste your tears, nothing you do will change Zachary’s mind.”

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When the CEO arrived at Donita’s villa, he all but pushed Dabio out of the way, rushing through the hall like a man possessed until he located the designer.

“Where is he?” he demanded, without bother for pleasantries.

The diva scoffed. “Hello to you, too, Zachie.”

“Nevermind that, where is Chris?” The CEO looked around the room, but the beautiful bride was nowhere to be seen. “If you’ve done something to him…”

“Oh, DO calm yourself.” Donita rolled her thickly outlined eyes. “He is perfectly fine, he is simply in the next room changing.”

“Why? I would have liked to see him before I pay you, you know?”

“Well, yes, but he started crying, and we can’t have him getting married in one of my designs with tear stains on it, now can we?”

“Wait, what?” Zach's eyes paused in their search for any signs of Chris to glare at Donita. “What did you say to him to make him cry?”

Donita huffed. “I resent your accusation, Zachary. I did nothing. In fact, I left to get my pen, and when I returned, he was crying. And not because of how beautiful he looked.” She paused, frowning a little. “You may need to talk to him before he sobs his way down the aisle tomorrow.”

Zach resented the implication that marrying him was so abhorrent that their upcoming wedding would cause Chris to cry, but his heart still went out to his bride. He was probably crying because he missed his brother, or his friends, or he was upset about the cat stuck to him. He really did need to talk to Donita about that.

But a good husband would first make sure that Chris was alright, at least, that was what Zach assumed. It wasn’t as though his father had been a good role model of a husband, or anything else for that matter.

Without another word to Donita, he strode across the room and knocked on the door the designer had indicated.

No answer.

He knocked again. “Chris? Chris, open the door.”

Nothing.

Impatience and worry took over, and the CEO pushed the door open without further warning.

When he burst into the small side room, the first thing he noticed was how cold the temperature was compared to the rest of Donita’s home.

The second thing he noticed was the pile of white and silver fabric on the floor. He didn’t need to pick it up to recognize the outfit Chris had been wearing in the picture only half an hour earlier, aside from the little white cat, which was nowhere to be seen.

The third thing he noticed was the single brown boot, lying unlaced and alone in the middle of the floor.

The fourth, and final thing he noticed was the open skylight in the middle of the ceiling.

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Slightly bruised, and missing a shoe from the climb to the skylight, Chris readjusted the still frozen cub in his arms. Aviva would know how to help the little lion, even if the Wild Kratts had to break in and destroy the pose beam…again.

The last thing he heard before slipping away towards freedom was an angry shout, echoing through the otherwise quiet forest:

“CHRIS!”

*a la mañana siguiente en el grupo de WhatsApp*

Beach Boy

-miren chicos-

Niño Miedoso

-jaja si, pero Dabío que Zach también esta aquí, el novio no puede ver el vestido antes de la boda-

Chef Wendigo

-pero si los dos son el novio jajaja-

Zach

-esto no me hace ninguna gracia-

Pero Admito que le queda bien 😒-

Chico Verde

-me siento humillado-

Chico Azul

-la verdad me sorprendió verlo así, era igual al de mi sueño, excepto por el leon blanco claro-

Niño Miedoso

-0o0-

-y si en realidad tu sueño es una proyección del futuro y todas las piezas están encajando?

Zach

-no digas tonterías, eso jamas pasará 😡-

Chico Verde

-lo que Zach dijo!-

Chef Wendigo

-alguna otra cosa que necesitamos saver del sueño para estar preparados Martin?-

Chico Azul

-ah no se si cuente, pero creo que vi a Chris un poco gordito-

-Chris no me lances cosas a la cabeza, ponte a dieta si no quieres que te llamen gordo!-

Chico Verde

-y si mejor no me llamas así y menos en un grupo donde están nuestros enemigos 😠-

Beach Boy a "Chico Azul"

-claro! Por eso se casaban-

Zach

-eh!?-

Niño Miedoso

-Zach embarazo a Chris y van a ser papás! 😃-

Chef Wendigo

-un aplauso para Zach que va hacer papa!-

Zach

-que!? No! No digan tonterías!-

-además que si ese fuera el caso, primero vendría la boda de Martin y Donita!-

Chico Azul

- oh mierda...O_O-

Chico Verde

-algo que confesar hermano?-

Chico Azul

-absolutamente nada! Todos son calumnias!-

Zach

- a pero si eramos tu hermano y yo no decías nada!?-

Chico Azul

-que!?-

-pero si me disculpe barias veces-

Chico Verde

-pero no las suficientes :c-

Chef Wendigo

-bueno, entonces esperaremos la invitación a la boda de Martin primero-

Niño Miedoso

-pido ser uno de los padrinos!-

Chico Verde

-si yo no soy el padrino principal dejamos de ser hermanos-

Zach

-fuertes declaraciones por parte del chico verde-

Chico Azul a "Chico Verde"

-yo jamás te haría eso, tu siempre seras parte de mi vida y el primero en saver si me caso o no con alguien-

Chico Verde

-aww estaba jugando contigo Martin jaja pero gracias por tan lindas palabras 💚-

Chef Wendigo

- agh que cursi-

Beach Boy

-a mi me parece lindo-

Niño Miedoso

-a mi igual-

Zach

-yo estoy con Gaston en esta, que cursis las Ratas salvajes 😒-

Chico Azul

-jaja Zach ya te lo dijimos varias veses es con "K" Kratt-

Beach Boy

-yo creo que esta celoso 7w7-

Niño Miedoso

-Seee 7w7-

Chef Wendigo

-tranquilo Zach, dudo que el arándano azul pueda quitarte a tu uva verde jeje 7w7-

Zach

-los detesto-

Chico Verde

-también yo-

[pixlokita]

I was crying from pain at the emergency room and the nurses were bitching about me not dying so they couldn’t help right away even if I kept passing out and had been there for a long time, this sweet old Russian lady who was also admitted since earlier stood up and walked next to me and kept comforting me and asking how I was holding up, she kept checking in on me and being so sweet and going around asking if everyone was doing ok or just distracting family members of patients with nice conversations. She called out the doctors and nurses for not caring, she sat next to me and kept making sure I was ok and then gave me her phone number when she got discharged so I’d follow up with her. Honestly my day coulda been hell today but this one lady made it so bearable it’s not going to be remembered as a bad horrible traumatizing time, I got to meet an actual angel and I’m so happy about it.

[crossbackpoke-check]

tagged for six non-selfies by @gordiemeow!! 💕💕

1. 90% of my daily life (grad school)

2. my friends the 10000 deer who live in the woods i run in

3. hippo campus concert :)))

4. flipturn concert :)))

5. decorating for a friend’s surprise party

6. alligators!

tagging @catboy-mahura, @tofumilanesa, @bhagell, @2minutes4yeehawing and you, reading this!!!

[aaxzlyte]

i'm not sure i'll ever finish the wip i have where Near has a white cat named Jetfire

[sysig]

Some possible* Tala stickers :D (Patreon)

[copia]

my terrible wip with every disease

[akechis-special-case]

The moment you yearn for guys you technically just have as big crushes but you want to explore again to see if there is more after all. I can at least see how it goes, right?

I'm talking about the Enstars guys. And by that I mean 3/5 from Knights (two are platonics). OGs might remember who I mean. It's been like this since spring started. I miss them. But I told myself to not talk about them in public (mainly because of HappyEle and how parts of the story is going these days) yet my yearning is becoming big again and hard to contain. I feel conflicted I won't lie.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope

[jamiesfootball]

⭐ (i haven't had a chance to read it yet, but you KNOW having The Information will only enhance the experience. for me.)

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Ok. We shall both go off base here then.

Your director’s note shall be- some scribbles I made about Keeley’s mom:

This becomes more relevant later as we build towards Keeley’s story thread, which harkens back to her introduction in the script as ‘someone who is used to their book being judged by its cover.’ Keeley’s storyline here primarily focuses on the fallout from Jack/losing funding as well as the fact that Rebecca stepped in to help her out. She’s very grateful, but it’s definitely put her in a place emotionally where she feels like she has to earn back the respect she feels like she’s lost.

So as I storyboarded some stuff, it made sense that some of that would have started with her mom. Granted we know only a little about her, but given that this story is very heavy on the theme of families, everyone gets a turn!

My personal thought is that her and her mom probably have a lot in common. They’re very unique people with strong personalities and they make friends easily. But in the way that some mom’s do, Keeley’s mom saw her outgoing, creative, outspoken, funny, promiscuous daughter and tried to get her to ‘stop acting out.’ After all, society never let her get away with acting like that.

But in focusing on how seemingly ‘immature’ Keeley’s behavior was—especially in regards to her “career”—her mom has completely lost sight of the fact that her daughter has become a wonderful, caring, kind human who is truly a delight to be around, and who shows up to help the people around her. Keeley is exceedingly responsible, even pre-series she seems to be the only one of her old modeling friends who has a stable life. No small feat to be the outlier in your friend group—that takes a lot of courage and character.

Meanwhile her mom is…honestly the same as when Keeley was younger. A little emotionally immature, in a way that makes Keeley feel like she’s being emotionally immature back when they argue.

And all of this was just an exercise in me wondering if Roy or Jamie would have met her mom. And I decided for Jamie it would be a no—primarily due to him being a 23 y/o footballer. Her mom was less than impressed with meeting her new boytoy.

(Keeley herself was less than impressed with her 23 y/o football streak too—and in this scenario a lot of that was an echo of her mom possibly being right about her being immature. A book who’s used to being judged in many ways, our girl)

But then she started dating Roy and her mom did meet him. And—gasp!—was still unimpressed. She feels like Roy ‘lets her get away with too much.’ She still has this idea in her head that one day her daughter will settle down with someone sensible, like a banker or a doctor. Someone who won’t tolerate all of Keeley’s silliness and whimsy and her childish barbie pink house and her flirty outfits. Her moms convinced herself that then and only then will Keeley finally start to take her life (and herself) seriously.

It’s almost like nothing’s ever going to be enough for her mom.

[theophagie]

I'm not good at this staying away from social media on purpose thing. Anyway cringe diary time but whenever I'm with my friends and the partners topic comes up I'm left 🧍‍♂️ because oftentimes they lament things that honestly sound good to me... and then I reflect on what kind of relationship I would be comfortable in in general and go "mhhh yeah let's just be sympathetic and say nothing else right"

[fatherfigureneeded]

a cat just crawled up my window. that's it. that's the whole post. a cat just clawed his way up my window screen like he was in a rom-com, meowing furiously the entire time. i have nothing else to say, i just felt like i needed to tell someone.

[ourceliumnetwork]

y'know. i don't often hate the way my brain is and how difficult it makes certain things for me.

i do a little today though.