#I was stressing about naming Kyle’s cat

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Part 3, Part 4

Cats and Their Men Masterlist.

“Sir, I’m telling you.” You sit up a little more, “you cannot get a rabies shot from the vet.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing but also, you can believe it. “If you are worried that you have rabies then you need to go to the doctor.” You’ve repeated this so much that the man finally leaves in a huff. Well not before cussing you out for being a bitch to him. “Not shopping here anymore, my ass.” Mocking how he yelled that out before he left the store.

You take a breather when you start to get worked up. Rubbing your face like one would a cat, the smock you’re wearing is slightly wet and it’s making your skin prickle. You managed to get Jessica to let you start bathing two days ago. You figured it would be easier than working the register up front. Boy… were you wrong. The dogs are great, usually, but the pet owners or “Pet Parents” as the groomers say are not great, mostly.

Your eyes flicker over to the computer, you were making a ton of cold call to entice people to take their dogs in for bath or haircut when that guy was very insistent about needing to a rabies shot. “Can’t believe this—“ you start off but something catches your eyes. A man with a beard and a dark blue beanie is walking by holding some kitten salmon bags. A cat is walking right behind him. “Uh, sir!”

You stand up and come around to greet him. He must not’ve heard you with how he still walks. “Sir!” You yell a little louder and he pauses, turns around and looks at you. “Your cat,” you point down to the cat that’s now licking their toe beans. “They need to be leashed or in a kennel. They can’t be walking around.” It’s not safe, especially with other animals. The cat could get lost or worse! You start walking towards him, you plan on offering to help at least hold his cat for him.

He looks where you pointed and then looks at you coming up to him. “That’s not mine.”

You blink at him, your hands start to land on your hip. You’ve heard a lot of dumb things today but this is taking the cake. “Really?” You squint at him when the cat starts to rub at the man’s leg. “Sir, I understand that they are doing well by staying by you but it’s not safe—“

“Miss,” he cuts you off, he moves the kitten food to one arm, “I don’t have a cat.” He leans a little on his side, his chin tucks to his chest. There’s a spark of amusement in his deep blue eyes.

You can’t believe this. He’s holding kitten food in his hands, granted that cat isn’t a kitten but still! You take a deep breath, your patience has been running from you and you try to catch it once more. “Sir, the cat—“ just as you’re about your speech a man starts running up in your peripheral.

“Ah, there you are, love!” A familiar sound comes from the side, a dashing smile as always and slightly messed up face. “Was wondering if I’d catch you again— Sir?” Kyle turns from you and then looks slightly shocked. They know each other? “What are you?” He trails off when he sees the bag, “Oh, you’re cat sitting, I thought Johnny was gonna cat sit Bailey?” His arms cross a little, the puzzled look on his face brightens when he spots the cat doing a figure eight around the bearded man’s legs.

The man’s lips thin into a line, “Johnny’s needed, he had to head out.” Sadly, he ignores the cats affection, and then the older man looks from you to Kyle and then back to you. Something must’ve clicked in his head as his heavy brows lift just the slightest “I don’t have a cat, Miss,” he says to you, “bloke probably followed me in.” Kyle comes close and crouches, squatting right in front of the man. The cat perks up and nudges right against Kyle’s waiting hand.

“Looks like you, sir.” And the cat kinda does, there’s matching brown on the cats face, almost like a beard, and deep blue eyes, same as the man’s. “Just missing a cigar and fishing hat. Or beanie.”

“Garrick.” The older man’s voice is tight and looks on the edge of sounding like authority.

“Sir?” Kyle seems either none the wiser or is purposefully playing ignorant. He looks up with a grin, “it's fate, that’s your cat now.” He laughs and the older man looks none too happy. “Cat distribution center is at it again. Johnny will not be pleased one bit.”

“I don’t want the cat.” He looks to you and you shake your head side to side, same for your hands as you shake them in front of you.

“Sir, we can’t hold animals here.”

The man sighs long suffering like and Kyle laughs a little louder. “Face it, John,” he moves his hand down the cats back, who is now purring up a storm at all the loving, “he’s yours,” he lifts the cat's leg slightly to see the gender and the cat must think Kyle’s playing. He lets out a little noise and proceeds to curl and grip Kyle’s hand. Bunny kicking and licking at Kyle’s fingers. “Playful little guy.” Wiggling his hands some more and the cat pounces.

John, now that you know his name it’s rather suiting for him, tilts his head back with a sigh. The dark blue beanie he’s wearing scrunches slightly at the top. He mutters something under his breath about needing a smoke. Kyle continues playing with the cat and you wonder if that’s how he’s gotten more cuts on his hands and face. His kitty probably plays too roughly.

But, what are the odds that 3 men are back to back finding cats? You laugh a little and John tilts his head down towards you. Your laughter does and give him a sheepish smile, “don’t laugh now, sweetheart. You’re gonna help me with him.” His beard moves slightly as he looks none too happy. His cat really does look a little like him. Grumpy. You look to the empty grooming salon and then back at the two. Kyle has long since stood with the cat now up in his arms.

“Wonder if he’s old,” Kyle muses as he stands beside you, you in the middle of the two walls of man and muscle. “Would be a real match, eh, John?” The little nudge at age merely makes the older gent huff a laugh.

“Don’t test me, Garrick.” There’s no real bite in his words save for the twinkle in his eyes. You excuse yourself to go grab a cart for the two men, the grooming salon is as empty as can be. Jess can handle it, you think with a shrug as you walk on back. Pushing the cart and when you get close, you hear that they’re discussing names. Well, Kyle is at least.

“Could call him John Jr.” he holds up the cat a little, “beard boy, cigar, wonderer.” His names get worse and worse and you finally step in with a—

“How about Louis?” Both men look at you and you shuffle under their gaze, “that’s an old man name. I don’t really think the cat’s old though. Maybe 3 or 4 years old?”

There’s a little pause and you wonder if you should have went back to the grooming salon. “Old man name, huh?” John places the salmon kitten bag in the cart and quirks a brow to you. Kyle plops the cat down in the cart and already he’s off to sniffing the contents. “Just looks old, got a good amount of years left on him though. Ain’t that right, boy?” He moves his hand slowly to the cat. Louis purrs deeply and rubs right against his dad’s hand. Kyle says something, probably a tease, but you’re too entranced at what you see. A man that oozes strict authority, is being incredibly gentle in petting.

You really do need to work on your judgement. “Speaking of names,” you cough slightly, looking to Kyle whose’s already grabbing a nice looking cat bed. 2 to exact, his cat is definitely spoiled, “What’d you name your girl after all?”

“Oh, yeah, that…” He gives a small smile making your brows turn up. You think the worst, you really hope he didn’t give her away but you don’t know his circumstance or his home life. Just before you spiral he speaks, “don’t laugh, but her name is Marina.” You breathe a sigh of relief you didn’t know your were holding in. But you start to look downright puzzled at why he think you’d laugh. “She’s,” Kyle starts, he seems a little squirmy now, “she’s named after that lady on Sinbad… you know… the one with Eris in it and Sinbad had to—“ it starts to click.

“Oh!” Your noise alerts Louis who was making biscuits on one of the beds, “I remember that movie. Very regal sounding and I think it’s very fitting considering Marina was a bit sassy.” You loved her character in that movie. “She’ll look even cuter in that pirate costume with a name like that.”

“Thank you,” he sighs in relief, “Johnny thought it was dumb. Wanted to name her Rugrat,” he scowls, “course he was taking a piss but still.”

“Well,” you pull a face at that, “this Johnny has no idea what he’s talking about. I thought you said he was good with names?”

John’s eyes squint as he scoffs. “He can’t name shit.” He’s heard all the stupid names that the Scot has given his bombs. Cannot hear about another ‘BoomBoom’ or ‘Bigbooming’ without wanting to roll his eyes. Hard.

You laugh at this Johnny’s expense. You have a feeling that with the way this has been going… you’ll probably meet him sooner rather than later. It’s a real small world that the men you’re talking to also happens to be friend. Weird coincidences…

You end up joking back and forth with Kyle the entire time you take them around the store. Kyle’s been picking up more things for his baby and Louis is snoozing on the cat bed like the “old man” that he is. You give John the full rundown just like the two men before. He takes in your information like you’re giving him instructions on how to build a ship, very laser focused. Every time you looked away he’d follow you to keep eye contact. Your cheeks have never been warmer…

Eventually you get them both back to the grooming salon. Rather than making them go up front you use the register here to start scanning their items. Even slid them some coupons and discounts much to John’s strong disagreement. You bagged all their items and passed them both their receipts, giving Louis one last rubbing that wakes the old grump up. You quietly apologized for your transgressions and wave at the men once they take their leave. John gives a nod but Kyle waves back, you barely catch what Kyle says as they start walking away.

“…m’s gonna be back this week or next, sir?”

“This week, Gaz. Now help me load my truck.”

“Yes, sir. Johnny is gonna be livid that you have a cat now.”

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Should I do an AU of Evolution where it's a bit dark, both groups are kinda villainous, maybe they're even joined as one larger group, and oh, Logan and Victor's herd of clones and kids are also there, too....

There's Akihiro (older teen with the tattoos and long mohawk/ponytail, Logan's son), there's Laura Kinney (Logan's clone/daughter), there's Kyle Gibney (in this he's Victor's kid from an unknown parent or clone), and then there's Reader, who is somehow related to all of them, but looks nothing like any of them, so they can pass as not related.

Reader is pretty nice, trying to do well in school, not get into trouble, helping their older neighbors and caretakers, and also trying not to hate mutants, even though they've caused them and the world a LOT of trouble (namely taking it over, and now wanting every mutant kid with them, as opposed to among humans).

Reader has absolutely no clue they're related to most of the feral mutants, and didn't know they had the X gene until they had been through a stressful situation, more so than usual, and now has claws, little fangs, a short tail and slightly different feet, like a wild cat's...

So now they have to leave their home, their belongings, and their life behind, all so they can avoid the mutants who wouod come to take them away (they always seem to know when a new mutant comes about...). It's hard, being in their own, in this cold, snowy, unfriendly place, but they make do.

They just didn't expect to run into a few younger mutants on their run through the store for warmer clothes...

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @roxanndrummond @vivid-bun @danni1323

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Call Of Duty Modern Warfare Catverse

So, I've been sitting on this thought for a while. There's something about hardened military people with cats that just tickles me, and imagining the COD men and women having jobs that center around taking care of cats in one way or another has taken over my mind completely. And as such, why not have them own and work in cat cafes, rescues, pet hotels, the whole shebang? And yes, you'll notice that Kate, Valeria, Farah, and Alex are missing because I haven't narrowed down exactly what I think they'd be doing in this universe, so if you have any ideas don't be afraid to let me know! Same goes for names for their businesses, as I haven't been able to think of anything that fits. I'll probably expand more on this at a later date, but in the mean time, if you have questions, ask them! I'd love to ramble about this little idea of mine.

Jonathan Price: Owner of the first of the big three cat cafes in London, John’s cafe has become his second home, a place where he takes care of any cats that are found injured or are older than most. John provides the less fortunate felines a place to relax and become acclimated to humans, heavy war-torn hands developing a gentle touch for the felines. He retired from his position as Captain years ago, the stress of his military career and countless near-death experiences feeding into unhealthy coping habits that were heavily affecting him physically and mentally. Now, he feels at peace with himself and is happy with where he is at life, no longer wondering if he’d live to see tomorrow. His cafe has adoptable and non-adoptable cats, so they will often host special promotions for their adoptable cats, though he had to ban Nikolai from coming to those events. They already have 10 cats at home, they don’t need any more, but John always finds it funny seeing his husband disguise himself to sneak in to the events. Nikolai stands out like a sore thumb every time, and John always unmasks him, planting a kiss on his lips before sending his husband on his way.

Nikolai: Husband to Price and rescuer, Nikolai stops by at least once a week with new rescues to be integrated into the cafe, sometimes stopping by just to see his husband and his team. Often wandering the streets of London and even traveling to other cities when needed, Nikolai seems to draw the attention of cats wherever he goes, which thankfully makes his job of rescuing much easier. With John’s help, he turned the basement into a recovery space for cats that couldn’t immediately be taken to the cafe, having learned some basic veterinary work for cats with basic injuries and ailments, though he’s still a frequent visitor to the local veterinarian office. He was the one that managed to convince John to retire in the first place, as he couldn’t stand seeing his boyfriend at the time kill himself slowly, and actually proposed the idea of starting the cat cafe after they had gotten married. He is also the reason behind why they now have 10 cats, and whenever he finds out John is having another adoption event, he tries to sneak in. It always fails, but it brings a smile to John’s face every time.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: The solo barista and self-appointed DJ, Kyle was the first to join John’s cafe only a month after it had opened, falling into his role the quickest out of all the employees. Charismatic, sassy, charming, and stubborn as a mule at times, he picked up on the recipes and techniques for making coffees and teas like it was second nature. Kyle gets people in and out of line at a record pace, and has the best recommendations for drink and pastry combinations for newcomers. Kyle was medically discharged from his role as Sergeant after an accident in a church during an operation, where a helicopter shot the floor apart from under his feet, sending him tumbling several feet too many to the ground before a chunk of what remained fell on top of him. Three of his lumbar vertebrae were fractured, his left sciatic nerve was damaged, and his right femur was broken. It took months of physical therapy before Kyle was able to walk without assistance, and even now, he still deals with intermittent back and leg pain. There’s a chair behind the coffee bar for him to sit on and John keeps his spare back brace in his office, along with plenty of pain meds and heat pads. Kyle’s found comfort and brotherhood with his boss and fellow employees, and when he’s not busy making drinks, he can be found chatting with Soap or cuddling many of the cats.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: Quiet and reserved, Simon is the lead baker and pastry chef for the cafe, having joined the team around two months after Kyle did. Often clad in all black clothing and sporting a black mask that covers his face from nose to chin, Simon prefers to stay in the cafe kitchen, working quietly on new pastries and making sure the display case is always fully stocked until the end of the day. Cakes, cookies, croissants, donuts, tarts, macarons, eclairs, cinnamon rolls; you name it, Simon can bake it, and he finds it very therapeutic too. Simon was also medically discharged from his role as Lieutenant after an incident involving a man named Manuel Roba, having been tortured physically and mentally before he was tossed into a coffin and buried alive, and while he managed to get revenge on Manuel, it left him more broken than he wanted to admit. After many tough sessions with a therapist, Simon knew he needed to start trying to do something other than rot in his apartment alone, so he took up baking as a hobby. Baking taught Simon that he was capable of more than destruction, that he could make beautiful things despite the dirt and blood that stained his hands. And when he landed his job under John’s watchful eye, Simon was able to put the pieces of himself back together with the help of his newfound brothers and some loving felines.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: Loud, boisterous, confident, chatterbox, all words used to describe one of the later additions to the cafe Johnny, who joined the team seven months after the cafe opened, is in charge of taking care of the cats directly. Whether it be organizing a feeding schedule, clipping their nails, giving them baths, brushing their teeth, or grooming their fur, Johnny is always busy. He’s also the only employee that’s allowed to use John’s credit card, seeing as he often has to go out shopping for food and treats and toys and whatnot. On top of all that, Johnny has also taken over as the cafe’s handyman, quickly fixing any problems that may arise; whether it be behind the coffee bar, in the kitchen, in John’s office, he can fix almost anything on his own or with an extra pair of hands. Johnny chose to leave his Sergeant role after taking a near-fatal shot to the side of his left temple, though some profound hearing loss from all the explosions he created certainly didn’t do him any better during his recovery process. It took Johnny a while to get used to his new hearing aids, and for a while, he detested wearing them because they reminded him of what he lost. Only after getting hired at the cat cafe did Johnny start to become more comfortable with his hearing aids, letting his newfound brethren decorate them to better fit his outgoing personality, and fitting himself effortlessly into their dynamic without disrupting it too much.

Gary “Roach” Sanderson: The youngest and newest addition to the cafe, Gary is the resident nightguard and secondary handyman to Johnny, having joined about a year after the cafe had opened. Gary is the quietest of all the employees, often only communicating through BSL or writing on a notepad that he keeps in his back pocket, but he’s the most expressive of all the employees despite that. He wears a tan face gaiter that covers him from nose to chin, and can sometimes be seen with two homemade antennae secured to his hair with small clips, which the cats love to play with. More often than not, Gary is only seen at night when he comes in to watch the cafe, but if Johnny ever needs a spare set of hands, he’ll come in to help when Nikolai isn’t available, albeit rather sleepily. Gary also chose to leave his Sergeant role after being betrayed by his general, getting shot in the chest and nearly burning alive before someone in his squad managed to save him. He was left with many burn scars and damage to his vocal chords after so much smoke inhalation, making his voice gravelly and painful to use for long periods of time, so hearing him speak is considered a privilege, along with a sign of trust among his fellow brothers in arms. After so long of feeling undervalued, underappreciated, and unconfident, Gary has found a place that sees his importance and makes sure he knows it.

Alejandro Vargas: Co-owner of the second of the three big cat cafes in London, Alejandro’s cafe takes in cats that are rescued from abusive or neglectful homes, spending countless hours of his time gaining their trust in order to get them comfortable around other cats and humans. He also took the time to put higher perches and hiding spots into his cafe for the cats during their adjustment periods, so he always lets patrons know that some cats are more skittish than others and to let those cats come down on their own accord. Alejandro is not afraid to confront patrons who disregard the rules that are set in place and has banned several people from coming back, though it isn’t something he particularly enjoys doing. Alejandro is still Colonel of Los Vaqueros, and now that they’ve finally started cracking down on the Las Almas Cartel and getting closer to putting El Sin Nombre behind bars, he’s allowed himself to take a step back and explore what else he wanted to do with his life. Still, every few months, Alejandro will fly out to Mexico to be back on the field with his team and even offers them jobs at his cafe for when they finally clean up the streets of Las Almas. When he’s not busy with the cafe or working in Mexico, Alejandro often visits the other cafes with his boyfriend, Rodolfo, who gives Alejandro a reason to stay safe while he’s away.

Rodolfo Parra: Co-owner of the cafe alongside Alejandro, Rodolfo, or Rudy as he’s better known as, is an everywhere all at once presence in the cafe, often floating between areas to help wherever it’s needed. Whether it be behind the coffee bar, in the kitchen, at the register, with the cats, or in the office with Alejandro, you’ll rarely not see him working. He also seems to be a cat whisperer, at least that’s what the patrons believe, as he’s the only person certain cats feel comfortable enough with to come down from their perches. Rudy’s clothes are also constantly covered in cat fur since there’s always a cat following him around, and they even enjoy climbing onto his shoulders like he’s their own personal chauffeur. Like Alejandro, Rudy is still Sergeant Major of Los Vaqueros, he’s just on a more extended leave per Alejandro’s request, or rather demand. After a building fire nearly took his life while they were searching for Hassan, Alejandro basically made Rudy take a break from work and join him as his cafe, and Rudy honestly found it both adorable and annoying how much Alejandro fussed over him. He’s finally being allowed to join Alejandro and Los Vaqueros in their pursuit of El Sin Nombre, and as annoyed as he gets with being under Alejandro’s watchful eyes, he wouldn’t change a thing. Reminds Rudy that he has someone who cares right next to him.

Phillip Graves: Owner of the last of the big three cat cafes in London, Graves and his cafe takes in exclusively black cats, giving the most misunderstood felines a second chance to find a home. A cat person at heart, he started his business in remembrance of his childhood pet, Speck. Speck was a grey ocicat that had garnered the nickname ‘Shadow’ thanks to how it would follow Graves around like his shadow. Graves created his business a few months after leaving the MARSOC Raiders, unable to stomach seeing so many men lose their lives while the Generals and Commandants sat pretty in their offices. He hires fellow ex-military men and women, and after a week of working for him, they become one of his ‘Shadows’. He cares very deeply for his employees, pays them handsomely, makes himself a part of their support system, and often hosts parties or celebrations at his home for holidays and birthdays. Graves will and has dropped whatever he’s doing in order to be there for his employees when they need it. When Graves isn’t busy working, he can often be found at the other cat cafes, simply acting as an annoyance in the corner booths he likes to inhabit. He’s a bit of a pain in the ass, but with his suave charm and southern accent, it’s impossible to stay mad at him for very long. Especially not when he breaks out his cat eyes or magically pulls the cutest cat from his cafe out from his jacket as a bribery tool.

Vladimir Makarov: Located near the heart of London is an upscale yet affordable pet hotel, owned by the passionate Makarov, that takes in a high amount of cats compared to any other pet, so much so that it’s now considered a cat hotel instead of a pet hotel. Makarov wants to give any pet that comes in through the doors a relaxing and lavish experience while staying, so he makes sure the rooms are furnished to a tee, the food is of the highest quality, everything is clean, and there’s always someone around to play with the cats so they don’t get too antsy. He also has a bit of a love-hate relationship with John and Nikolai, as while they’re some of his best and well-paying customers, their 10 cats can be such a headache at times. Sure, they can be the sweetest angels when they want to, but there’s something about being at Makarov’s hotel that turns them into the biggest menaces he’s ever seen. And they can act so spoiled, so Makarov has required the two men to bring food and toys from home so their cats will behave more often. Makarov’s business was initially met with some hesitancy, as he could come off as cold and unattached from an outside glance, and he had no issues with taking cats or other pets from owners that were clearly neglectful despite their protests. He has a close relationship with the other cat cafes because of this, and while he wouldn’t consider them friends just yet, Makarov finds himself appreciating his collection of acquaintances and how closely their businesses support each other.

[yanandreckless]

Everybody Likes Kyle 4

Finally, new Kyle! This chapter has some shameless flirting and Kyle being a thirst trap, as per usual. Hope you enjoy!

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“Let me get this straight.” You inch closer to Kyle on the plush red carpet of his living room, your wine glasses safely on the coffee table. This has become a habit, the two of you sitting on the floor, whatever it was you would be doing between you. You would play Yahtzee (with a gilded golden tray with a mirror on it between you, since dice wouldn’t roll well on carpet, or you’d watch a movie, a bunch of cushions and a blanket keeping you company. Sometimes you played fighting games on his Playstation (Kyle sucked ass at Tekken, but he was great at Mortal Kombat) and he categorically refused to play Scrabble the one time you brought it. His excuse was that you’d lose all the letter tiles in the carpet, but you quickly fished it out of him that he was actually dyslexic.

“This is your god-given name, the one you first saw the world after leaving the hospital with?”

Kyle chuckles, careful not to press his arm against his body (freshly tattooed armpit, he complained they looked empty) as he shuffled from having his elbow propped onto the sofa, legs outstretched across the room, your knee all but climbing onto him as your wine-warmed cheeks hurt from laughing.

“No. I mentioned I was adopted, right? Well, he changed my name.”

“Your father?”

Kyle’s mouth briefly flattens into a line and he grabs his glass and downs the rest of his wine:

“Horus, yeah.”

Were you more sober, you’d have noticed Kyle pointedly avoids calling this man his father, always referring to him by his name. Which is now the interesting part:

“Wait, so, he has a perfectly normal, albeit Old Man name like Horace and he named you… Ezekyle?! It’s not even spelled properly!”

Kyle stands up, grabbing both your glasses in one gigantic paw and the empty popcorn bowl in the other as he starts walking toward the kitchen for refills:

“I wouldn’t say Horus is a normal name either. And just so you know…” He looks at you from over his shoulder and you’re pretty sure he catches you staring at his ass:

“Being rude about the spelling of someone’s name is a spankable offense for real wives.”

You sputter, but he just gives you an overly-exaggerated wink and (you’re certain) deliberate glutes flex as he pulls a fresh wine bottle off the rack and grabs the opener from the counter.

“What do you mean, it’s a normal oldie name! Like the grandpa from Courage the Cowardly Dog?”

“The grandpa from Courage the Cowardly Dog had an Egyptian mythology name?”

“Egyptian- What the hell are you smoking, Kyle?!”

You start patting the couch for your phone, wanting to google this and prove him wrong. He just laughs:

“Horus, the son of Osiris and Isis? Geez, what kind of public school did you go to?!”

You grab a cushion from the sofa and drunkenly toss it in his general direction, barely managing to make it fly farther than the edge of the carpet. To add insult to injury, it turns out the grandpa from Courage is Eustace… not Horace.

Defeated and embarrassed, you pout and make grabby hands for wine and popcorn as Kyle is walking back toward you. He deposits them on the coffee table as he sits back on the floor and envelops your wrists in rings made of his thumb and pointer finger. It’s like he knows what the constant displays of size and strength difference do to you, smirking as he places your hands on his pecs. They look absolutely tiny:

“Your stress relievers, milady.”

The shocked gasp you let out doesn’t mask the fact that you do squeeze once before yanking your hands back:

“Kyle!”

He’s laughing, head thrown back onto the seat of the sofa as he stretches like a giant cat:

“So yeah, his name is Horus as in the Egyptian god. Means “god of light”.”

“Isn’t that basically what Lucifer means? Modest. And you’re named after… an angel?”

“A prophet. Name means “god is strong”.” Kyle scoffs, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Wow. Not to be rude or anything, but that’s a bit weird on your old man’s part.”

“Tell me about it. He hand-picked four of us and not one normal name between us. Shit stain.”

Well, that’s a bit harsh. But also funny in your tipsy brain.

“You have three siblings?”

“Brothers, yeah. Old man didn’t wanna adopt any girls.”

“Why not? Girls rock!” You place a hand on one of Kyle’s thighs for support as you reach over his legs for your glass. The muscle seems so firm it’s like squeezing metal.

“I do agree that girls rock.” Kyle concedes, sitting up and catching your gaze. His hair is down today, and still wet from the shower he took right before you arrived, it cascades down his chest in slightly faded red strands, the thickness hiding his deep undercut fairly well. He looks amazing with his hair down, you think.

“Thanks.” He says, wiggling his brows:

“So do you.”

You said that out loud?!

He’s chuckling as he easily intercepts your hand that was reaching for your wine glass and presses a water bottle in it instead:

“As much as I think you’re an adorable drunk, maybe it’s time I cut you off, huh, missy?”

“You’re an adorable drunk! Now tell me your brothers’ silly names!” You pout and Kyle unscrews the cap on the water bottle you’re holding and nudges it toward you:

“One sip, one brother.”

You frown at him quite impotently if his smirk is any indication. Entering a staring contest with him is always futile, his eyes are the most fascinating shade of light amber, they glow gold as soon as light hits them, and you discover you’re displeased now because his pupils are widening the longer he’s looking at you, obscuring that amazing color. You take a sip of water finally, humming at him to speak. He shakes his head:

“Swallow.” It’s firm and brisk, like an order and you do it before you even think.

“Good girl.”

He even rubs your back as you cough a little, cheeks heating up and ears drumming because he did NOT just say that! He gently pulls you into him, both your backs leaning against the sofa now:

“I’m the oldest, you already know my name. Take another sip.”

“No fair!”

“Life’s not fair, little one. C’mon. Sip, swallow.”

“Ugh!” Yet you obey.

“My next brother is Tarik.”

“Is that Turkish?”

“Arabic, I think. Means “morning star”.”

“Like the weapon!” You giggle and he rubs at your upper arm slowly. You scoot into him, curious to feel the scent of his body wash and his skin. He’s as warm as a furnace.

“Ready for another sip? Swallow first. Let me see.” He stares at you intently as you sip, thumb brushing against your lower lip to make you open your mouth so that he could inspect.

“Good girl. Next one is Horus.”

Now, that won’t fly! Does he think you’re dumb?

“No, that’s your dad!” You protest and you feel his frame stiffen for a fraction of a second. When he relaxes, he feels almost like a floaty being lulled in water:

“No, the old man is Horus, but one of my brothers is also Horus. I told you the old man’s a shit stain.”

You look at Kyle, bewildered. Your hand grips at your water bottle so hard a bit of it spurts out, spraying over Kyle’s stomach. He pays no mind and you don’t even notice:

“He named a kid after himself?!” “Shit stain.” Kyle repeats, snarling. He sounds hot when he does that. But then again, Kyle would sound hot yodeling, you’re pretty sure.

“Can you yodel?”

He looks at you and blinks slowly, before nudging the bottle toward your lips again:

“Now, I want you to take the biggest sip, hm? Gimme a nice big glug glug.”

You laugh at that but he doesn’t let up and you’re soon downing about half of the bottle. Kyle’s huge paw pets you on the hair as you do and you want him to do that more often. Very often.

“How many brothers do you have left to tell me about?”

“Just one. Garviel.”

“Gabriel?”

“Garviel. Means “innovator”, I think.”

“So, you’re all light and gods and mornings and inventors…”

“Innovators.”

“Whatever. And do the rest of them also think your dad is a shit stain?”

“I sure hope so. Garviel probably the most. But then again… the old man ain’t popular anywhere anymore. Family reunions are weird.”

He stops talking then, but you sense he wanted to say more. He nudges the bottle at you again and you don’t need a verbal prompt for another big glug glug.

“How about you? Tell me about your family, darlin’. Any siblings?”

“Sister. Married and annoying about it.”

“Betcha I could make you twice as married and annoying as her!”

You giggle and nod, but mostly you snuggle into him like he’s a giant, very firm teddy bear. His hand is warm as it rubs your back, fingers careful not to tangle in your hair and tug.

The next morning you wake up in Kyle’s gigantic (you’re pretty sure it’s custom-made) four poster bed that seems as tall as a bar. His sheets are black and satin and smell like his cologne. You’re still fully dressed, sans socks. You slowly blink yourself awake, the room thankfully almost entirely dark, just a sliver of light left between dark curtains. Kyle is not in the room, but the smell of bacon and the noises of work in the kitchen waft through the bedroom door he’s left ajar.

You take a moment. You’ve never been in his bedroom before and you now eye the familiar ornate wallpaper that matches the one in the living room, a gigantic mirror in a gilded golden frame on the opposite wall, it is almost floor to ceiling. Mahogany dresser, two doors, one you presume for the closet and the other for the en suite, a rich, freshly stained dark hardwood floor. You try to take a look at the ceiling but the buttery layers of the black and red canopy above the bed are preventing you. There’s also a desk in wood matching the dresser, its ornate curved legs also indicating they’re a set, with a plush black leather chair. On the desk there’s a laptop and a bunch of notebooks and papers.

You glance at the bedroom door and then at the desk. Maybe just a tiny peek. You hope they’re drawings, Kyle mentioned he draws.

[skylarsblue]

✦Call of Duty Bio Headcanons✦

(I know they have canon ages and heights and stuff, but listen. It's fiction, and I think I know better(/j). You can disagree, but these are my opinions. Also, obviously, not all of the info has changed.)

✧John Price✧

Age: 42 y.o Height: 6'2" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: "Sexy-Is-Sexy" (Or Pansexual) Middle Name: Samuel Likes: Whiskey, vintage radios, old westerns, horses, & mint ice cream. Dislikes: Streaming services, cigarettes(ironic), spicy food, dust, & cottage cheese. Birthday: January 1st Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -Allergic to cats and didn't know until he moved out because his mother had like, four. Grew up around them his entire childhood and was honestly devastated when he realized they make him sick cause he loves'em. -He was definitely a fuck boy in high school/college. Not an asshole one, he made his intentions up front and he was overall sweet, but he didn't wanna be tied down. Ironic given how he ended up wanting the exact opposite later on. -Wishes he took better care of his teeth as a kid. They look great now but he has five fillings in his molars and one (now replaced), silver tooth all the way in the back. Phobia: Amenisphobia; The fear of amnesia Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Kyle "Gaz" Garrick✧

Age: 26 y.o Height: 6'0" Pronouns: He/Him (I heavily support the trans!Gaz HC) Sexuality: Bisexual w/ a male preference Middle Name: Dylin Likes: Hot chocolate, the smell of lavender, coconut, licorice toffee, & nostalgic music. Dislikes: Milk, politics(irony again), Winter, grocery shopping, & spiders. Birthday: September 5th Zodiac: Virgo -Trivia- -Second oldest of four children, the only boy. He's a family man when it comes to his siblings, but not so much when it comes to his parents. Barely present father and a stressed out mother create for a shaky relationship with them. -Cannot cook to save his life. Man lives off of delivery, MREs, and cup noodles. He knows like...four dishes, and most of them are really simple. -Struggles decorating and making outfits cause he likes tons of different aesthetics. Everything from Scene Kid(for his inner teen) to streetwear. His version of housed decor are a bunch of plants. (Fake so they don't die when he's on deployment) Phobia: Arachnophobia; fear of arachnids/spiders. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Dyslexia)

✧Johnny "Soap" MacTavish✧

Age: 29 y.o Height: 5'8" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Omnisexual Middle Name: Neil (heh) Likes: Knickknacks, loud music, punk aesthetic, chickens, & football(aka Soccer for us pathetic Americans). Dislikes: Silence, sitting still, vague answers, being told what to do, & big dogs. Birthday: August 12th Zodiac: Leo -Trivia- -Constantly on & off with a caffeine addiction. He'll do really good about just drinking water, then he'll have one energy drink and he's fucked it all up again. -The scar on his chin is from a dog, the scar in his eyebrow is from a fight he got in as a teenager. He got in a lot of trouble as a teen. -Borderline pyromaniac, honestly. Hyperfixated on fire as a kid and now he's really happy to be a bombtech. Bro loves blowing shit up. Phobia: Cynophobia; fear of dogs. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (ADHD, hyperlexia)

✧Simon "Ghost" Riley✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'4" Pronouns: He/It (Using "it" makes him seem more ominous, which he thinks is fun) Sexuality: Gay or Homoflexible, demisexual/demiromantic probably Middle Name: Achilles Likes: Birds, alternative indie music, dark chocolate, Victorian architecture, & murder mystery books. Dislikes: Snakes, graveyards, the dark(when it's completely pitch black), 99% of physical touch, & fluorescent lights. Birthday: December 30th Zodiac: Capricorn -Trivia- -He'll never admit it but he loves babies. They're super tiny and super cute, and Simon's heart always melts when one's around. Alas, he's also terrified of scaring them or getting attached, so he avoids babies as best he can. Can't have people thinking he's soft. -Makes the best steak in Manchester. Sometimes his seasoning is bland but the meat itself is perfection, you won't find any better. Melts in your mouth every time. It's a steak equivalent of 6 orgasms. It IS an orgasm. He makes great fucking steak. -Isn't fond of pure silence like Soap, but he doesn't often wanna fill it with loud sounds. He has a playlist of softer, more instrumental songs for this. Or he'll listen to nature sounds. He likes quiet, just not silent. Phobia: Taphephobia; the fear of being buried alive. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, dyscalculia)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'11" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Maybe Poly? He's not sure) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Hot drinks, the smell of roses, his nieces/nephews, physical affection, & cowboy hats. Dislikes: Sweaty palms, tourist-y Americans, caramel sauce, white-lies, & the feeling of glue. Birthday: March 25th Zodiac: Aries -Trivia- -Was with Valeria for awhile, but differences, stress, and Valeria discovering she was pretty gay broke them up. They had some tension, but he wasn't bitter towards her. Until she betrayed them, of course. -Was actually the last of his friend group to lose his virginity. He's a passionate, flirty man, but he's not throwing that kind of trust out willy-nilly. He had a few relationships but didn't reach that point until he was like, 19, about to turn 20. He asked a friend to share the moment with him. ...a close friend. -Cannot function in the cold at all. And his definition of cold is 21 degrees Celsius. (70 Fahrenheit for us Americans) He layers and complains all day, he's got a fuckin' heated blanket. A heated blanket owner in fucking MEXICO. Phobia: Coulrophobia; the fear of clowns Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra✧

Age: 38 y.o Height: 5'9" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual (Also maybe poly but he's very hesitant about it) Middle Name: N/A Likes: Ice baths, windchimes, baked sweets(mostly pie), clean handwriting, & naps on the couch. Dislikes: Cutting onions, heavy blankets, confrontation(with like, loved ones. Not on duty, obviously), slow walkers, & reptiles. Birthday: June 20th Zodiac: Gemini -Trivia- -Super good at singing, but he never does, because he's embarrassed. His mother would often encourage him to sing when he was younger at family gatherings, and now he cringes when someone hears him sing and comments on it. -His house is full of fans. Some rooms have more than one. They're running basically all the time, as well as the AC. Sometimes he has to get a family member to go home and turn them off when he's on a long mission. -He knew Alejandro before Alejandro knew him. When they were kids, Rudy was shy and had some problems with his health(exercise induced asthma mostly), so he didn't go out of his way to befriend other kids much. But he was a people watcher, and Alejandro was the most fun to watch. They actually met because one of Alejandro's friends pointed it out and called him creepy, only for Alejandro to defend him. Then they became super close friends! Phobia: Bufonophobia; the fear of toads Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Autistic, echolalia)

✧Valeria Garza✧

Age: 39 y.o Height: 5'7" Pronouns: She/It Sexuality: Sapphic Demiromantic Middle Name: N/A Likes: Expensive paintings, perfect nail-polish, sandalwood incense, lemon water, & flowers. Dislikes: Shaving, back-talk, tiny text on documents or books, chunky rings, & pineapple. Birthday: January 23rd Zodiac: Aquarius -Trivia- -Has a pull to religious imagery in a darker light because of religious trauma. Roman Catholicism is quite common in Mexico, but her parents were really heavy about it. To the point it makes Valeria bitter over it. She has a rocky relationship with God, but finds Mary comforting. Because when she was brought to church, but wanted to hide, she'd hide beside a Mary statue in a corner. -She has an odd sleep schedule. She often only gets four hours of sleep, but she doesn't seem to be tired at any point. In fact, the more sleep she gets, the more lethargic she is that day. -Her first girlfriend was when she was still in the military. A traveling medic from Italy. Unfortunately, the flame came and went thanks to the medic having to leave. Valeria has moved on, but she does mourn their lost time sometimes and has a little dream of meeting her again one day. Though she knows that's not practical. Phobia: Ecclesiophobia; the fear of church Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Alex Keller✧

Age: 36 y.o Height: 6'1" Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Heteroflexible Middle Name: Sebastian (he's embarrassed about this) Likes: Golden retrievers, bad jokes, most seafood, provolone cheese, & hummus. Dislikes: Thanksgiving, the sound of rubbing styrofoam, being told to "do what he wants"(makes him feel aimless), tobacco smell, & overzealousness. (He likes simplicity...excluding his tattoos) Birthday: December 2nd Zodiac: Sagittarius -Trivia- -He doesn't really talk to his family excluding holidays. BUT, he will always keep in contact with his older sister, and his niece by proxy. They're the only two that made him feel wanted in his family. He wasn't abused in his mind, but he wasn't paid attention to much either. He always seemed overshadowed by something/someone, and as he got older, he got tired of feeling like an outcast in his own family. So he slowly drifted away and he goes on the guidance of orders he receives. -Probably born in a small town in a place like Utah. He's got small-town-mid-south manners. But I like to imagine he spent a lot of his time in California too, he seems like he'd enjoy the sun and the ocean. -Picks up languages really quick, somehow. At least, when he's around people that speak it. If he had to learn purely from books, he'd have choppy speech at best. He's fluent in English, Spanish, and Arabic. Also, knows a bit of ASL, but he's still working on that one. Phobia: Lilapsophobia; the fear of hurricanes/tornadoes Neuro...: Neurodivergent (Hyperlexia, SPD)

✧Farah Ahmed Karim✧

Age: 30 y.o Height: 5'5" Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Aliquaromantic Demi-Bisexual Middle Name: N/A Likes: Poppies, motorcycles, pretty much any food with chickpeas, super spicy stuff, and the sky at dusk. Dislikes: Overly salty things, riddles, genuine cockiness, the feeling of rust(that includes on spoons...), & long winded responses. Birthday: July 1st Zodiac: Cancer -Trivia- -Keeps her hair long despite the fact it's annoying to deal with sometimes. Purely for sentimental reasons. To her, it represents the growth she's had as a person. A far cry from the buzz-cut she was forced into when under someone else's control. So she refuses to cut it. -She will never use it, and she despises it, but she's semi-fluent in Russian. Being around it for so long made her pick it up. It works well if she needs to translate, but she'll be caught dead before she speaks Russian. -Honestly can't cook for shit. She doesn't know what the hell she's doing in the kitchen and basically relies on MREs or the skills of others. She's not a picky eater though, and she'll always finish what's put in front of her, even if she's not fond of it. Phobia: Agniophobia; fear of choking Neuro...: Neurotypical

✧Konig✧

Age: 28 y.o Height: 6'10" Pronouns: He/They Sexuality: Bisexual Middle Name: Obercht (Bonus)Last Name: Badubrecht Likes: Making bracelets, boxing(watching or doing), soda, heavy metal, & fresh bread. Dislikes: Certain kinds of wool, small cars, low doorframes, having to go to the medic, & the smell of hay. Birthday: March 9th Zodiac: Pisces -Trivia- -Was bullied all through high school for various things. His demeanor, his size, his hair(which was long), his cleft lip scar, etc. It took until he hit the largest growth spurt he ever had in secondary school when people began to stop poking fun, but instead avoid him. He maybe had 2-3 actual friends in his entire life before the military. And even now he mostly has acquaintances, not friends. -Doesn't talk to his mother, she was overbearing and cruel, mostly because Konig looks a lot like his father. He doesn't really talk to his father much because the man is hard to talk to. He's not completely cut off, but they are estranged. Konig's grandma hears from him almost every day, sometimes twice a day. She's a badass in her 90s who has never done him wrong, and he would blow up the entire world if anything happened to her. -Sometimes Konig gets comments that say he's got multiple personalities. (By uneducated people, clearly) Because he seems to switch dramatically between modes depending on time, place, and circumstance. Sometimes he's childish and giggly, cute even. Sometimes he's silent, unreadable, and withdrawn. And on the battlefield he's...inhuman, terrifying, and nothing short of bloodthirsty. Phobia: Equinophobia; the fear of horses. Neuro...: Neurodivergent (autistic)

[loafthecat]

Anyone want more facts about this guy? ^^^

Too bad because your getting them:

- Ollie is 26 years old, he’s been working at the ccc for a total of 3 years.

- current voice claim for Ollie, is Martin Blackwood from the Magnus archives.

- he was originally made as a minor character for a thsc rp I’m in, but then Sam happened and we started to develop the two more and eventually from there, we got the Ollie we have today!

- Ollie joined the ccc after he was suggested (and heavily pressured) into by his…. Less than good… ex partner.

- he doesn’t have any powers, he’s just kinda a average stick… except for one thing.

- After an event where his ex broke Ollie’s coding slightly, ollie has been having “dreams” of other timelines of himself. These “dreams” often are from the pov of whatever alternate version of him is there and while these “dreams” are harmless (at least physically), sometimes they contain stuff which…. Causes Ollie a LOT of distress.

- Ollie’s favourite food is bagels, he doesn’t really have a specific favourite combination of toppings, but he does tend to have cream cheese bagels more than other types.

- Ollie LOVES music, (heck- he probably would’ve tried to get a career in it, if it wasn’t for the ccc) he mostly listens to video game music and lofi when he’s stressed out.

- oh did I mention Ollie’s ex is actually, Trevor-? I don’t think I did.

- Ollie has two main fears, a fear of deep water (caused by multiple in-counters with a certain water based entity that has tried multiple times to kill him), and a fear of losing his mind (mostly more towards the “becoming feral” side.) caused by working in the ccc for a while and seeing some…. Stuff….

- Ollie has around 6 siblings. Mit baker (oc), Matteus guardsmith and Quentin alabaster as well as two others which are the ocs of a close friend of mine. Unfortunately ollie was put up for adoption as a young kid, (mainly because his parents realised they didn’t have the finances to care for 6 kids.) so he doesn’t know much about his family.

- family wise, he’s closest to his sister Mitzy, they both love video games and have had experiences with bad exs so they understand each other a lot.

- he is currently taken!! His current partner is Samuel C. Adams (a Oc by another close friend) and he’s a goofy boi, Ollie loves his current partner a lot. <3333

- Ollie x Sam’s ship name is catsamwich, because CATwell and SAM-wich, like… like sandwich… and because cat’s do a loaf…. lol-

- his headphones and hoodie are comfort items, he tends to have a habit of playing with his hoodie strings or headphones when nervous. the ccc didn’t originally like him wearing them instead of uniform but they quickly gave up once they realised Ollie was not gonna take them off.

- local 2nd ccc punching bag along with Kyle Baxter, someone help these two they need a rest…

- definitely a introvert.

- probably has anxiety and autism, just undiagnosed.

Annnnnnnnnnndddd-

That’s all the facts I can remember for now about him!

He’s goofi-

Ye-

[class-of-2009]

some class of 09 headcanons

nicole spit on jeffery's face and in his mouth and on his dick when she was doing the foot fetish shit.

she has a really fat ass and thicc thighs.

she lowkey has a crush on jeffery and crispin and hunter but doesn't know what to do with her feelings. and wants to fuck ari and jecka and kelly and emily.

jeffery also has a fart fetish and jacks off to porn of giantesses farting on entire cities. and had jecka wear cat ears for him and pretend to be a cat and use him as a "litter box". and by that i mean shit on him. and in his mouth. (he also has a shit fetish) the reason he didn't tell nicole about his toilet fetishes is bc he was too embarrassed.

jecka's dad beats her. like routinely. and screams at her.

also she has really big tits. like huge. like f-cup. and a really thin waist and no ass. wide hips. her and kelly have the biggest tits. both of them are definitely f-cups.

nicole is flatchested. like an a cup.

crispin is agender/nonbinary/a trans girl. he's definitely really feminine. i'd say he's agender and trans and crossdresses but never takes estrogen or gets any surgeries. (which is very relatable)

hunter is an anarchist and that's why he cheated on megan. bc he doesn't really give a fuck about christianity. he wants to get laid. megan was getting on his nerves anyways. nicole and hunter should totally date.

nicole kills herself and jeffery almost shoots up the school.

all the girls constantly get laid off screen. kylar is a virgin even after he graduates, and just keeps raping people until he can find a girl dumb enough to go out with him.

kyle definitely killed his mom and went to jail. but i think they let him out after only like ten years. bc of his age. and it genuinely fucks with him really bad still that he killed his mom. and all the time he spent in prison definitely made him a little crazy and he was miserable the whole time. but yah he gets out of prison at age 27 and just like. lives life. like normal. he also calls jecka again and tries to get with her, but, she says he'd have to become rich before she'd date him bc she's a gold digger. he says he can't immediately become rich but then he gets beaten up and thrown off a building by his landlord and gets awarded a bunch of money after sueing him and then calls jecka back like "hey im rich now" and she starts dating him and he uses the money to become actually rich and ends up getting a really high paying job and making really good money and then when they're both 31 they get married and soon after jecka has their first child which is a boy that they name kyle jr. he's blonde with brown eyes like jecka.

nicole's mom throws nicole's older brother out after nicole kills herself and tries to de stress and also moves but stays in touch with the principal. she goes through a lot more different guys but finally finds the right guy when she's like 50 and miraculously is able to have another kid with him. they get married and she's finally happy. they name the child onyx to honor nicole (since her hair was black). they try to have more kids but can't so they adopt another one. a little girl named kylie that's 4 years old at the time. kylie is 3 years older than onyx. they grow up to be really close. their older brother also becomes close with them. he finds a place to live at some point after his mom throws him out.

after nicole kills herself, jeffery is heartbroken and wants to kill himself too. one of the only things that keeps him from doing it is being able to fuck jecka for money. he starts hiring other girls (some prostitutes, some not) to fuck him too over the years. kelly ends up dating him at some point after she and him bond after they start talking on facebook a few years after graduation. she's really innocent so she just helps him clean himself up and gets him to buy some cooler clothes and starts dating him. she tells him that she didn't actually mean it when she called him ugly in high school. jeffery never falls out of love with nicole, and she always has a special place in his heart. but he loves kelly too.

hunter and kylar make out when they're drunk at a party at kylar's house one time. they do it a few times after that, but, stop bc hunter says "it's weird" and that he doesn't wanna do it anymore. that they're better off as friends. they both jack off when they think about it though, and kylar tells hunter that he still thinks about the kiss and jacks off to the memory to it sometimes when they're like 19 and 20.

hunter dates and marries a super hot girl later on.

ari ends up marrying a man and having a kid with him and staying in the closet and just cheating on him with girls she meets online or while out. she at least enjoys being penetrated by a cock so she uses her husband as a dildo. at some point she tells him she's bi (which is a lie, she's gay) and they make their relationship an open relationship and have sex with girls on the side, and have threesomes with them. she has like 5 kids.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

Ok I did a post on my headcanons for OrangeJuiceVerse Stan not too long ago, and uhhhhh it’s Kyle’s turn.

• This mf has a whole complex about needing to “save” everyone around him, his whole life, and his partner receives the height of that. Kenny also got the brunt of it for a time, and Kyle considered himself and Stan to be their friend’s surrogate parents. He still worries, even though Kenny is a self made man later.

• on a similar note, Kyle is particularly protective of those he cares for, but not really himself. Once, in middle school, Cartman thought he was being funny and called Stan a “washed up alcoholic just like his father” and Kyle FUCKING DECKED HIM. It took half the schoolyard to break them up, and landed him in anger management counseling for a hot minute. That incident was also what triggered Cartman to work on himself a little, and Kyle will always be proud of that.

• For a while, Kyle was EXTREMELY pissed that he never grew taller than 5’7, and was the smallest on the basketball team until the one season Kenny joined, and he actually resented Sheila for giving him “short angry ginger genes” but he doesn’t mind so much when he grows up. He is still terrified of being perceived as weak, though.

•that whole thing gets worse whenever he has a bad leg day, and he deflects onto those around him harder than ever when he’s feeling vulnerable. He’s pretty guarded by nature, and hates needing help sometimes.

•the guy has ocd. It shows itself more when he’s stressed.

•IS NOT a fan of the outdoors, but puts up with hikes and camping trips for Stan’s sake.

•if you ask what his biggest fear is, he’ll usually say something along the lines of “not leaving an impact on the world”. OJV Kyle needs to be needed, and genuinely tries to be a positive influence. (Btw if u ask Stan the same question, he says “losing Kyle”) fuck.

•Kyle is THE number one hypeman for his friends, and especially his partner, and he can talk up a storm about any of them. He’s just so proud of everyone in his life, and gets way too worked up.

•he tends to overthink everything, particularly back in high school, with his relationship with Stan. However, he did make the first move, newly confident and smitten after his super best friend was so supportive and sweet during his eating disorder treatment. He asked if he could kiss him, Stan said yes, they kissed, Stan said “thanks, dude”, burst into tears, and then Kyle laughed as he held him. The moment was mentioned in their wedding speeches, and Stan cried again. Kyle holds that kiss close to his heart forever.

•Kyle HATES when people shut him out, because how is he supposed to be there for them otherwise? He gets scared every time Stan goes through a Sad Sack episode, because he can’t lose him either.

•diabetic Kyle frfr, and after the ed, he got a dexcom. Cartman called him a “jewbot”, and that was the last time Kyle kicked his ass. He does like not having to inject his insulin himself, but hates the constant reminder on his body that he’s stuck with a condition he can’t get rid of.

•Stan and Kenny participated in blood drives whenever they could as teenagers and in college, and while Kyle couldn’t for obvious reasons, he was there to drive them to and from, make sure they ate, and to make way too big a deal about it. The two of them, and even Cartman, donated in his name senior year, just so he could still get a red cord for graduation. He cried in public, and felt embarrassed.

•NEVER considered himself to be that much of an animal person, but when Stan came home with a little brown cat he’d already dubbed “Moose” for the sake of being funny, Kyle fell in love. He likes having something to take care of that won’t object to his overbearingness.

•he loves to play video games but DESPISES anything puzzle based. As smart as he is, he gets frustrated easily and happily lets Stan take over anything that doesn’t have explicit instructions.

•speaking of instructions, he’s a great cook and picked up a love of it growing up. His mother taught him all she knows, and the precise nature of baking in particular calms him.

•his love language is ABSOLUTELY words of affirmation, and he has that in common with Tweek. Stan can be incredibly oblivious sometimes, and Kyle’s had more than a few breakdowns over the years about having to ask to be told he’s doing a good job, that he’s a worthwhile person, and his heart breaks every time Stan gets apologetic over not validating him enough. He was unbelievably giddy that Stan said “I love you” first.

•Kyle didn’t think he’d like pet names, but being called “baby”, and “darling” make him melt. “Dude” is also something that gained a romantic meaning, and holy shit he goes wild for Stan calling him “my love” in elvish. They love roleplaying, especially Stan’s nerd ass, but Kyle is competitive about not being the first to break character. Usually all it takes is Kyle being tender with his “knight” for Stan to lose it, and it’s hilarious.

•he pretends to hate the dumbass puns Stan makes whenever something needs fixing around the house, but the toolbelt, rolled up sleeves, and yes, the jokes about “drilling” get him hot and bothered. Not quite as much as the elf king/ knight roleplay, but STILL.

•they’re both incredibly loud during sex. Their first time was awkward and took hours to figure out, and Mister Brightside was playing once they got the hang of it. He also loves that Stan let’s him take the lead when it comes to intimacy, never wanting to let Kyle feel at the mercy of a bigger man unless he explicitly asks for it. They check in with each other constantly and it’s very sweet. Moose is not allowed in the room until they’re both dressed again.

•Kyle runs hot when he sleeps but doesn’t like to walk around shirtless. He runs hot in general, really, which is why Kenny and Stan clung to him all the time growing up in the snow. Will not turn the heat on in his car unless it’s truly below freezing.

•so. The orange juice thing. The Kyle Matthew Broflovski Special came into existence because even though he CONSISTENTLY denies it, he’s rather picky and prone to nostalgia. His favorite cup is cracked and faded, but the Terrance and Phillip on the side are still clear as day in his heart. He claims that nothing gets his blood sugar up when it’s too low like orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt, other than the sweet kiss from Stan he receives along with it.

•started off in premed in college, but his first psychology class had him hooked. Any way he can help other people, he’s there.

•quit the basketball team senior year of hs for a few reasons. He was nose to the grindstone academically, wasn’t the player he used to be prior to fucking up half the tendons in his knee, and though he’d never tell him, the main reason he quit when he did was in solidarity with Stan. Because Stan broke his throwing arm early into his last ever football season, and Kyle wasn’t about to let him miss out on sports alone. He was always a little jealous about how well his boyfriend healed from that, but the pair had always been that way. Stan bounced back where Kyle didn’t, and vice versa.

•after that first AA meeting he attended with Stan, he didn’t drink for a long time. Partly out of support (and fear) but partly because he didn’t know if that was allowed and he didn’t want to ask. It wasn’t until Kenny and Marj’s wedding a few months later, when Kenny apologized profusely for not thinking about the open bar being a potential trigger, and Stan assuring him that it was fine, that he wasn’t upset and wouldn’t care if others around him drank, that Kyle had a few glasses of wine. He then proceeded to let the love of his life fuck him over the hotel counter, twist his bad knee in his tipsy carelessness, and allow his knight in shining armor to carry him to the truck the next morning. They both found it funny, Kyle letting go in celebration like he had, but their own wedding was strictly dry. Randy was kicked out by an angry Kyle halfway through the reception for daring to bring a flask. Craig and Kyle have outstanding bistro meetups when their husbands are at AA. they don’t order more than a few drinks.

• People tend to cry a lot around him, but he likes being their safe space. With the kids at the school where he works, and with his friends and husband.

•Kyle came out as gay in 8th grade, first to Stan, then to his mom, and then to the rest of the people in his life. No one was even a little surprised, but he didn’t care. Kenny was already out as pan, Marj following shortly after with accepting that she was actually a girl, and Stan had admitted that he wasn’t particularly straight shortly before confessing his feelings to Kyle. Wendy knew before him, which Kyle was only a little offended by.

•he acts like he hates being told he’s attractive, but is actually really insecure and slightly vain about his appearance. That wasn’t the reason behind the high school ed, even though some people (Cartman) thought it was. General feelings of inferiority, overcompensation; Kyle’s all to familiar with the lingo.

•OLDEST. DAUGHTER. COMPLEX. Kyle’s not a daughter, but the baggage of that mindset with him is wild.

•stress cleans. Stan can usually get him to calm down, but he’s the only one who can.

•his relationship with Cartman changed dramatically as they grew up, and his longtime frenemy had his own way of caring by the time they all were teenagers. He was still blunt and crass, an asshole, but maintained that HE was the only one allowed to rip on the guys. Kyle actually stopped calling him “fatass” for a while after outpatient, until Cartman complained about him being an “overly sensitive little anorexic bitch now” and that “he wasn’t a snowflake like that”. That exchange was what told him that Cartman was just as reluctant for anything to change as he was.

•he’s really close with Wendy and Bebe, Tolkien, Clyde, everyone from their class really. His original friend group, now with the addition of Craig and Tweek, will always be the closest.

•Kyle was the one who suggested the apartment complex that he and Stan moved to after college. The older couples who lived there were more than happy to meet some “young folks”, and they all do fireworks and a parking lot party on holidays. Stan mans the grill unless Kenny drives down to join, and wears Kyle’s stupid Star of David apron. It’s hot, and he definitely gets rewarded for it after the celebrations die down.

•Kyle still doesn’t keep kosher, because he doesn’t like to stare at ingredients and nutrition information on packaging, which Stan refers to as “the food lore”. If something might be iffy for him as a diabetic, whoever he’s with checks, and only tells him enough to know if he’s going to need to compensate medically. He started attending synagogue more often after Stan started his sobriety journey, and definitely maintains his faith. It’s comforting to believe in a higher power, even if that means relenting some control.

•the “Style Wedding” is an odd mix of traditional and non traditional things, naturally, but Kyle wears a yarmulke with his elf king crown and smashes the glass after vows. They cut the cake with a sword from the scabbard Stan wore with his suit, and The Reins of Castamere is strictly forbidden from the dj station. Kyle sometimes wishes they would’ve splurged for New Zealand for the honeymoon, but they wanted to take that particular trip when they were older.

• Kyle gets oddly close with Shelley over the years, and doesn’t complain that she calls him “turdling”. It’s nice to have an older sibling, and they truly argue like siblings.

•speaking of, Ike and Stan RELISH in being obnoxious on rp games. Kyle will wake up for water at 3 am to hear Stan in the office talking in a ridiculous accent and wander in to watch him wreak havoc on an innocent gta server as “Mattress Mike” or something. It’s really cute how into roleplay his husband can get, especially teamed up with his nuisance of a little brother.

•Kyle thinks he’s a good driver, but the road rage is terrifying. He’s a fantastic passenger princess, though.

•he can out argue everyone on this planet excluding his mother, and WILL. He’s not very big or intimidating, but he’s scarily smart and goes for the throat. When he and Stan fight, it’s incredibly petty and doesn’t last long, but they know each other too well not to know how to cut deep. Kyle regrets his part in any conflict every time.

• At his core, Kyle cares too much about everything. Is that a bad thing? Sometimes. But more often than not, it’s something he likes about himself.

This is so many hcs I’m sorry lmao but just… KYLE

and here’s the link to OrangeJuiceVerse if anyone’s down, it’s my favorite ongoing au that I’ve come up with

[jorality]

I watched Lolirock and I gotta say what interesting timing.

So there I was having the most cursed 2 weeks of my life, my (only) cornea fucking split open rendering me blinder than I already am, my dog literally went missing for a week and during that week Aunt Flo decided that 30 would be the age she would finally kill me. Cornea is still better, I have my dog back and for once Aunt Flo only lasted the promised 7 days, but I'm pretty sure I'm anemic now. Can't bounce back from immense blood loss like I used to.

ANYWAY, between putting a thousand eye drops in, having my throat close up due to stress and cramps I found Lolirock's youtube channel and decided to give it a go. I like watching cartoons because even if my glasses don't work I can see cartoons well enough without them. Lolirock's distinctive artstyle was super easy to see so I binged seasons 1 and 2. I had been kinda aware of the show but it never fully got on my radar. At first I thought it was a Canadian cartoon, but it's French, which explains why I kept thinking about Miraculous Ladybug every time the opening theme played. i also saw that it aired while I was in college. It was on Netflix but again it somehow avoided my radar, which is for the best because season 3 was announced last year which is awesome because season 2 ended with the perfect set up for a third season and I was surprised there wasn't a season 3 despite the show's age.

So here are some of my thoughts:

I was glad my hunch about Aunt Ellen was right, can't believe the reveal took so long tho.

I really thought they were going to find a way to make Nate into a fighter or something. Like when the twins unleashed that spell that made all those dark crystal spikes capture people I thought Amaru was gonna swoop in and scoop him up. Though Nate will probably be the main focus of Praxina's rage in season 3, so let's see if he'll get a chance to use magic. If not, I love a male damsel in distress. Too bad he forgot about everything after Iris turned back time with Izira's...brooch? Brooch.

Speaking of love interests, bring back Kyle, I was so surprised to see him and Mark come back. More on Talia and Auriana's love lives please! Can't let Iris have ALL the smooches.

I truly hope Mephisto is alive. I definitely preferred him over Praxina, and the episode where Praxina lost her memories threw me for a loop. I was low-key hoping Mephisto would take the opportunity to defect from Gramorr because frankly it seems like his heart wasn't really in it when it came to being evil. With Praxina's bloodlust lowered I'm sure the princesses would've accepted their help, but alas. He mentions getting a reward from Gramorr in the season finale but Gramorr ignores him.

Also, who the fuck is Banes? That is the shiftiest big cat in animation since Scar. He is absolutely primed to be the ultimate Big Bad, once the princesses fix Praxina and reunite her with Mephisto they can all take down Banes. (Not sure if that's really the route they'd go since Banes is supposed to be more like a familiar the way Amaru is)

I would also love to know Mephisto and Praxina's backstory, in the episode where Mephisto uses their family heirloom Praxina mentions the relative it belonged to was the Court jester.

(Also, sorry about not knowing episode names as mentioned above I could see the art but I couldn't read.)

Doug came out of nowhere but I like him.

I like the songs, although Celebrate seems to be in the wrong key during the chorus. Other than that the songs are super fun, I especially like Higher, Party Talking and Reach the Stars.

I'm interested in the lore, can't wait for that to be expanded. I poked around the fandom a lil bit, will be poking again.

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

Weird dream story:

In this dream my partner and I were I think house-sitting for someone, but in general not currently staying at our house. So I was coming home to check up on things there. And I was in the backyard puttering around when suddenly Eliot wanders by -- Eliot my fully non-fictional cat, not a human person name of Eliot. This is surprising and bad, because he shouldn't be outside at all, but I manage to scoop him up and bring him in the house. Has he been wandering out here for a day or two, since last time I was home? Did I let him out accidentally then?

A few minutes later, he's outside again, and I realize he has some means of escape. I go inside to look around -- inside my house looks totally different from waking life, but that doesn't seem strange to dream-me. I finally find a small window, about head-height in a corner of the living room, that only has a screen, which Eliot has managed to shove out of the frame, and now he can get out. We'll have to replace the window, but that'll take time and it needs to be blocked off somehow right away. The house is sort of oddly empty, but I do find some cardboard, and I text my friend Lacey (who is the handiest person I know in real life, so that was a logical choice) and ask if they can bring me a roll of duct tape.

Now things start getting kind of dream-weird. Lacey comes over and agrees with me about the problem, but somehow we don't fix it. It's starting to rain, and I'm constantly shooing Eliot away from the window; it's not clear if he can get back in by himself, so I basically can't leave until I know the window is fixed. Chalk comes home from work and now we're having people over for dinner, but I'm not focused on the conversation or enjoying anything because all I'm aware of is the rain and this high, broken window.

When the guests leave, Chalk and I are cleaning up and discussing the Window Situation, when we notice Margo (other cat) acting weird, carrying something like she's trying to hide it. We chase her down, and it's a fucking kitten, all wet and scraggly. We check it for injuries and it seems okay. Chalk says, well, I guess we have three cats now, and I say uhhh, he is extremely cute, but are you sure that's a good idea? She says, look, Margo has really taken Kyle in and we shouldn't separate them now, and I'm like, Kyle? We've known this dude for five minutes and you've already named him...Kyle? And she's like, yeah, from South Park -- South Park, a television show that I have not really watched in about 20 years, and that as far as I know Chalk has never watched one time, ever. Even in dreamworld, this strikes me as incredibly weird, and I'm unsettled by the storm and the strangeness of all this, but I feel like I can't say no to this poor kitten that my wife has suddenly adopted (excuse me, to Kyle).

We're doing all this kitten-examining on the kitchen table, and after some commotion in the living room, we go in and find Kyle's wet mom lying on the floor, presumably having barely gotten both of them in through the window. Chalk is immediately like, we should take them both to the vet and starts pulling out a kitty carrier so we can do that, and I'm not sure we're ready to be a four-cat household, but this does seem to be happening, so instead I say, wait, we shouldn't leave until the window is fixed, everyone's getting in and out of the house and that's not good. If we leave it like this, who knows what we'll come back to? I find this thought highly stressful, but Chalk seems to be concerned only about the Kyle and Mother of Kyle situation, so we leave the house with the window broken (somehow between us and Lacey, nobody ever figured out how to block it off, we just gave up on that) and head to the after-hours emergency vet. I think there was a brief bit when we were actually at the animal hospital, but that was pretty much the end of the dream.

I don't know if that's interesting to anyone else, but it was all so vivid and mostly linear, which is unusual -- if I remember dreams at all, it's usually kind of a jumble of images and emotions. Thank you for being my dream journal, happy Ides of March.

[progfessor-dyke]

Oh no, I accidentally made OCs... Okay, so, I had to write a comedic monologue for my theatre audition coming up on Friday, right? So, my monologue is one end of a phone conversation between a PR agent and a lawyer, talking about the legal trouble of a band. I liked the characters I wrote so much that I started creating OCs. We have:

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Smith: World's best aroace PR agent. Has a love-hate relationship with her job. Constantly stressed. Lives on caffeine and Rage:tm:.

Mark S. Beauregard: The band's primary lawyer. Constantly in contact with Lizzie because the band members can't behave themselves. Has a thing for her, but doesn't know she's aroace. Chill, yet argumentative. Smooth talker, charming.

Big Balding Mike: The band's manager. He's the third one they've had in as many years. He's determined to whip the band into shape, as he was previously in a funk band himself. The Band Themselves: Monster Kyle: The lead singer. Constantly getting arrested for really bizarre and obscure crimes. Loves to mix Monster energy drinks and vodka. Always wears sunglasses. Possibly traumatized? Savage Lars: The bassist. Also does backing vocals and screams. Well, he doesn't scream on record, he just likes to scream. Involved in shady dealings. Best friends with Monster Kyle... or is that all?

Frankie Radical: He got the order of the cool themed names mixed up, so he's obviously the drummer. A little oblivious to all the shenanigans, but has a huge heart. Everyone treats him like their little brother. Actually is Kyle's half-brother. Killer Jamie: The lead guitarist with a gender crisis. Hates people, prefers cats. Rides a motorcycle to get away from the rest of the band. Will fight you if you don't use they/them for them.

Odious Andy: The rhythm guitarist. Is a bit of a cryptid. Once camped out in the Washington wilderness for 3 weeks looking for Bigfoot. Was arrested for doing so. Does DMT regularly.

Barbarian Raven: Your resident lesbian keyboardist. Has a shrine in her room to Rick Wakeman. Only member of the band that has never been arrested. Hates the themed nicknames. Working on a prog epic side project for nearly a decade.

That's all for now! Maybe more info incoming??? Idk really what to do with them yet tbh.

[ko-zone]

helloooo this pinned post will give you general info, the general tags used here, and the keep reading has some of our members and their emoji tags.

this is the "ko zone" system's tumblr blog! we use it so much, might as well make a sideblog. our body is 21, and this age internally shifts depending on who is fronting- and more often than not, copiloting and influencing the main, ect.

tags

#rambles - just saying things in general

#grumbles - remembered/experiencing something awful and venting about it

#vibe checks - for when an alter sees something and goes "it me/it you 🫵"

#gender - for when an alter sees something and goes "my gender... or lack thereof..."

list of members saying hi in the keep reading vvvvvv

some members

🔧 sara/kyle (any pronouns)

heyoooo, i'm sara or kyle, whichever you want to use... you could also use ko, since that's our system name anyway!

i'm the main, so you'll probably see me often- either by myself, or blending and cofronting with someone else. i basically am front locked because ive been the mask this whole fucking time. and these cool guys show up to help shoulder the burdens- and when they leave they often take those memories (both bad trauma related ones AND good and important information sadly) with them until they return. it is what it is, man

🐕 Ko/The dog (they/them,/it/its,she/he,the dog/the dog's)

Hellooo! What if there was a golden retriever who was practically raised on technology and used it as a means of escapism and expression? And ALSO wore cool sunglasses?... You'd get me, I'm therian! I front often, and I love getting to fiddle with and learn new apps or technology we're given. OOH and I love making silly little charts and graphs.

My most proud acheivment, personally- I even created and am the main coder of our Neocities (kopawz.neocities.org)! I share though, don't worry. <3 If we ever talk, I'd be happy to teach you about html when we can; making your own site is very freeing!

🕶🔆 Ray (he/they)

hi! i'm ray, and i really like pokemon. sun and moon and the ultra games are my favorites, but anything pokemon makes me pretty happy and it's very important to me. i like animals and going outside to look at any i see, plants too. it's very nice to meet you! if we hang out and i'm weird that's fine dw about it

🐈🧣 Fely (it/its/she/he/they/paws/pawself)

it's me! the proud lynian warrior! i'm felyne, but i just go by fely, cause they call me the feller... the fella, the little guy, the scraggly little cat thing. i also think it's funny to mention i do our taxes :3

okay so i love monster hunter, which is where i'm from! and i really like doing research and looking into things like i love reading! i like it when i get to show and explain things to someone else it makes me happy when somebody listens to what we have to say! :D and i love KILLING!!! in video games. give me the video game battle music osts...

🐓🐆🦈 Odius (he/him)

hey, I used to be a persecutor, but I'm trying to protect us in ways that don't include *literally* biting and growling and shutting off and sealing us away anyone who wants to try to spend time with us. I like thinking about weird creatures. and if you think about it, violence is its own kind of artform. there's nuance work with me here

🦊 guy (he/him but in a girl way)

it's technically gaius, but i like the simplicity of being called guy better, you know?

anyway, hi, i just keep things easygoing in busy and stressful situations when i can because i have yo have a cool head under these pressure inducing situations. turns out when you do that a lot over the course of your life and can't tell what is actually a danger is anymore once your brain is so sucks, even little things cause me to show up. if i had it my way though, i'd be hanging out perpetually, 17776 style

🐺🐏 Link (he/she)

I was one of the first ones here. You know how it is with a kid's first real game. If you start talking about Twilight Princess, I'm going to have to restrain myself to not talk off your ears right off your head. Sometimes, it's just time to take a walk outside. Because everyone is being an idiot inside, so sometimes it's mandatory outside idiot time for our survival. Oh, and I really fucking love fishing mini games, there's literally nothing you could do to fuck up a fishing mini game.

🌻🫂💥 uh I don't know right now

once i work through some of these flooding torrents of emotions, and I'm more comfortable with this. and once i think more. i will come back to say something. hello anyway

[talldapple]

The next morning, Price was roped into the 141’s weekly Hatman Meeting.

“Okay, gang.” Simon was standing in front of the white board they sequestered for the meeting. “This week we only had two sightings: Monday and last night. Monday was nothing out of the ordinary.”

He pulled out a blurry photograph. It was Price on a walk outside in the obstacle course. He was stressing over paperwork and needed a distraction. “This was the Monday occurrence, taken by Private Mulberry at 3am. But the more interesting is the one I caught last night.” Simon pulled out his phone.

He opened the phone. All that could be seen was two figures. Price instantly knew it was him and Nik. Nik had grabbed the back of his shirt and was dragging him back to his room. Nik’s sunglasses had reflected like cat’s eyes back into the lens.

Kyle stood up suddenly. “There’s a second one?!”

Simon nodded furiously. “A SECOND ONE!”

Price rubbed between his eyes in disbelief. How in the world was he going to explain this to Nik?

Johnny chimed in, “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

Simon shrugged. “Who knows. Now he just needs a name.”

“Well, we named the first one Hatman after the demon and cause he wears a hat.” Johnny spoke. “What is scary and has reflective eyes?”

The boys sat and thought for a while.

“Gimme the photo for a second.” Price moved to look at h the photo of him and Nik.

It was like the usual ones caught by the boys. Price just mumbled to himself. “Acting like a mama bird.”

“A bird, sir?”

Price didn’t mean to say that out loud. “Y-yeah? Look at how it’s grabbing Hatman. It looks like a storks beak or something.” He’s just pulling shit out of his ass.

Simon took the photo back and looked again. “Yeah. I can kinda see it…”

Johnny spoke with a thousand yard stare. “Tsikavat…”

“What?”

“Tsikavat! Nik once told me about the tsikavat. It’s a bird monster from Serbia. Not much is known about them, but they are born when a woman places a black chicken’s egg under her armpit for 40 days.”

“It doesn’t really roll off the tongue though…” Kyle started to complain.

Simon almost dropped his phone. “40 DAYS?”

Johnny flinched back. “I’m pretty sure that’s what he said…”

Simon hurried back to the photo board and pulled off the first one. “This was the first photo!”

Everyone else looked at him with concern. “Yes that is… Where are you going with this?”

“This was taken 40 days ago!”

“And that means…?”

“The Hatman summoned a Tsikavat!”

After that Price blocked out the rest of the meeting as he prepared to explain this all to Nik.

Price: My toxic trait is telling the boys to take care of themselves while I'm running on two hours of sleep, enough caffeine to kill a horse, and a single oreo

[mickeytheticklee]

About me!

I go by many names but call me Mickey or Lee if you want to

I go by they/them but I any pronouns is okay as well

I'm kinda a boring person but my hobbies are stuff animal collecting and listening to music

My favorite genres are kpop, krnb, rnb, 90s hip-hop, black indie and hyperpop with a bit of dancehall (but I low-key like listening to a lot of music)

My favorite artists are Kehlani (the loml), Ambre (my wife), Flo, Kyle Dion,Syd, Kiana Lede, Destin Conrad, ice spice, Enchanting, and Arin Ray, Dean

My ult kpop groups are Kep1er, IZ*ONE, Twice,Itzy, P1harmony, txt, Ateez, fromis_9, cosmic girls, Gwsn, Loona, xg (I know they ain't kpop)

My ult biases that put me in a lee mood is Hyeju, Dayeon, Soojin, Aisha, Chaewon, Yunjin, Swan, Karina, and Ryujin ❤️

I casually stan newjeans

Favorite food is ramen, sushi, carna asada fries, collard greens, anything spicy ngl

I love watching thrillers or any type of crime documentary

My favorite ice cream flavor is Rainbow Sherbet and Vanilla

I love to make playlists

I'm a lee (which isn't surprising by now) but I could be a lee leaning switch

I'm a sucker for tummy tickles like I love them a lot I could sell my soul for some tummy tickles rn

That and tickle teases

Tickles if I'm on somebody's lap I crave

I'm African American

I'm infp (I think so)

I don't have any pets but I love cats! Most of my TikTok favorites are just cats

I dress like a 12 year old boy

As for my account it's mostly kpop girl groups because I write for them but I talk about anything on this app

I like cartoons, my favorite cartoons are Craig of the Creek

My favorite color is purple/lavender, half of the bracelets I own are that color

I sometimes edit I'm still not good at it but I'm trying

I don't have a favorite show but I love gap the series

Asks are always open if you need a friend! I got none!

I write fics, they ain't always gonna be good but I write as a stress reliever

Sorry if there are times I don't update I'm either busy asf or I'm going thru my wave of sadness

DNI:

I usually block any creepy accounts but don't be weird

Don't be racist or problematic

[lifeexperience]

MariBat March 2021 - Enemies to Lovers

Masterlist - Previous

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Selina Kyle was called always a femme fetale, a beautiful woman with dangerous skills. Nevertheless when she wore her Catwoman suit she felt so much more. Her instincts were much sharper. and she had a confidence which easily pulled her out of a lot of trouble. Like she really adapted some cat instincts. Still she never thought she signed up to be a Batmom when she started dating the big bad Batdad.

When Tim called her with ‘Damian was able to escape to Paris’ she almost stepped on a cat. Like really. How the freaking way he was able to go Paris when he had two babysitter in Red Hood and Nightwing? Like these two - of course along with the little Tim, - could take over the world if they wanted! Yeah, when they are not miserable idiots.

“Mademoiselle Kyle, can I help you with something?” the receptionist broke her out her thoughts, when she finally got rid of her luggages in Bruce’s overdecorated room.

She nodded absently. “Can you name one good vegan restaurant?”

“One moment, please.”

“Of course.”

While she waited she absorbed the many people in the waiting hall to distract herself. There were some teenagers with too much positive energy, a honeymoon couple and some old woman with expensive outfits. If Damian didn’t have a fit… Ugh, she just wanted one week without her kittens. One week!

“Mademoiselle!” the receptionist called out to her. “One of the most popular vegan restaurants right now is Sense, it’s one of that the mayor’s daughter visits often.” he began explain. He even got a map where it was and how she could get there. Dedicated employee.

“Merci.” Selina nodded with a forced smile, then walked out the hotel. She took some calming breath before got her phone out and looked through the menu. Her little baby bat needed some protein to live through this stress, and she bet the big birds and bats kind of forgot about the need of eating.

And Bruce can fight with me on this.

A few hours later she successfully got some portion of vegan food then took the direction to the bat’s Parisian base. She was kind of surprised by the city’s peacefulness on her walk. If she remembered correctly there was a super magic villain, still the streets were full of happy vibes. There were no demolished buildings or areas demarcated by police tape. Hmm, later she would ask about it from Bruce. The passersby were all cheerful and normal.

However when she finally arrived at the basement the happy bubble burst out and she totally forgot about her own curiosity. Since what greeted her was the real chaos.

Why didn't I stay a catbulgar?

*

@maribatmarch-2k21

Next

[skiasurveys]

A) What does the last text you sent say? And to whom?- “he baby” to my sister abt our cat

B) What does the last text you recieved say? And from whom? - he’s so handsome

C) What time do you wake up most mornings? -anywhere from 7-9 am

D) Are you afraid of walking alone at night?- pretty much I am a girl

E) What do you do to relax at the end of a stressful day?- usually a bath, maybe have a drink and watch YouTube, cartoons or tiktok. Sometimes I draw

F) Where did your last kiss take place and with whom? - i think it was with davis

G) Do/did you get into trouble a lot at school? - nah I was usually too shy to be bad lol

H) Do you enjoy your job? If unemployed, are you content being so? - i’m in college

I) Do you often pick up on double entendres and innuendos? always

J) Have you ever been offered drugs but declined? yeah i got offered a few things but drugs aren’t my thing!

K) Have you ever met someone who has completely altered your way of thinking? - yeah my abusive ex lol

L) Have you ever been offered drugs and accepted? - yup

M) Tell us something weird that turns you on. -spit

N) When did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you? Was the feeling mutual? -i think kyle and yeah

O) What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? - god

P) When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? -everyday

Q) Do you usually initiate hugs? - nope

R) Are you a very affectionate person? -with ppl i feel comfy with

S) Can you roll your own cigarettes? -never tried i don’t smoke

T) What are you looking forward to? sleeping and finishing this semester

U) Do you have any tattoos. Do you want any/more? no but i want one

V) Are you mentally strong? i think so

W) Are you physically strong? nope!

X) Do you think you’re a good person? somewhat

Y) Name one thing you wish you could change about your life right now. - wish i was loved

Z) What do you usually eat for breakfast? -eggs