#Kitty's short stories

[kitty-is-writing]

📝 in the mood to post a short story today 📝

this one is called Reunions, set in the same world as my novels are, as the old gods are returning from their centuries of slumber.

- Reunions -

“Hello brother.”

The unexpected greeting startled Ralor-Kanj out of his meditation. His eyes snapped open, immediately fixing on the barrel-chested man leaning against his doorframe.

“It’s been a long time. How have you been?” the visitor continued.

Ralor stood. “What do you want?”

The visitor gave a mocking pout. “Aw, nearly four centuries trapped in another realm and you can’t even pretend you’re pleased to see me? I’m hurt, dear brother.”

“What do you want, Chaos?” Ralor asked again.

“Ooh, I do like it when you call me that... so much more fitting than the name Mother gave, right Order?”

Ralor took a step forward, one hand twitching towards his sword. “Don’t make me ask you again.” The sword flashed as it zoomed from its place on the wall to his hand.

Chaos smirked. “I just want a little fun. Do you have any idea how dull it was, stuck in Nowhere for three hundred and eighty nine long years? You should have known Mother’s little ritual couldn’t keep me there forever, especially after she messed up and lost her following. I suppose that was why she went and made you, wasn’t it? She knew I’d find a way back eventually and thought you’d be able to keep me in line,” he taunted.

Losing his patience, and riled by the other god’s taunts, Ralor slashed at him with the sword. “Get out!”

Chaos vanished in a flash of sickly yellow light, the blade missing him by a split second, and reappeared behind Ralor’s desk. “You’ve had your turn, dear brother. Now it’s mine,” he said, a wicked smirk on his lips as he flicked the end of the golden scales. Another flash of light, and he was gone.

Ralor dropped the sword and reached to steady the see-sawing scales, only to be repulsed by a sharp jolt of electricity. As he shook the numbness from his arm, staring at them as they yawed wildly on their pivot, a strangled yell came from the pavilion. Thinking Chaos had wrought yet more of his namesake already, he willed himself there, expecting to find pandemonium.

Instead, the pavilion seemed as calm and peaceful as ever, except for Vrenid-Malchor. Where the Creator usually sat upon his throne, now he knelt on the floor, clutching his head and groaning in apparent pain. Talri-Pekra was already kneeling at his side, looking more concerned than Ralor had ever seen her. “What’s happening?” he asked her, hoping the goddess of knowledge would know something about it. She looked up at him, and he could almost see her mind forming and discarding ideas at blinding speed, but she said nothing.

“It’s started,” came a voice from behind them. Ralor turned to see Dranj-Aria, watching the Creator with a strange expression.

“What’s started?”

She kept her gaze on the kneeling god, slowly approaching as she answered. “They’re coming back. The lost ones were returning, and he’s going to break apart.” She drew level with Ralor, and turned to face him. “It’s a shame to see him go, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t pleased to see my sun again.”

“Returning... all of them?” Ralor asked. “So it’s not just Chaos, they’re all coming back?”

Talri-Pekra jumped up from the floor. “Chaos is back? When did that happen?”

“He just showed up in my domain, taunted me a bit and unbalanced the scales,” he said.

The three were silent for a moment, considering the implications of that. Each of them knew that Ralor-Kanj’s golden scales were linked to the balance within the mortal world, and whatever happened to one would affect the other.

Their thoughts were interrupted by a drawn-out scream from Vrenid-Malchor, and they turned to face him again. “Is there anything we can do for him?” Talri-Pekra shouted.

“No, but we needed to be here for the others. They’ll be confused and need our help after they split,” Dranj-Aria replied.

Cracks appeared in the kneeling god’s skin, and a blinding light shone through. His screaming continued without pause, and Ralor shut his eyes, wishing that someone could at least ease his pain. Suddenly, the screaming stopped, and the entire pavilion was saturated with a pure white glow for a second. Once the light faded, the three standing could make out four forms lying on the floor, clustered around the spot Vrenid-Malchor had been moments before.

One, a dark-skinned woman wearing a clingy, web-like dress of some golden material, stirred faintly and groaned. A stocky, brown-haired man wearing hunter’s garb slowly pushed himself into a sitting position, and squinted around the place. Another man, tanned and tall with broad shoulders, simply lay on the floor staring upwards. The fourth, a younger man with pale skin and rather fluffy auburn hair, was the first on his feet, and stumbled into Dranj-Aria’s arms. “Mum,” he whispered as she caught him.

She held him close, stroking his hair flat and murmuring words of comfort into his ear. “Call the others. They needed to know what’s happening,” she told Ralor-Kanj.

“Does this mean I’ll get to see my mum again too?” came a little voice from behind them.

Ralor turned to see Aikra-Lora standing there, eyeing the four newly-reformed gods. “Yes, I suppose it does. Would you stay a moment and help these three? I need to fetch the rest,” he said.

She nodded, and made her way across to the woman on the floor. “You must be Venri. Mum told me a lot about you before she went away.”

Venri sat up, gently encouraged by the youngster. “Your mum... Alrin-Fora, yes, I remember her. You... Aikra-Lora, you were even littler the last time I saw you,” she said slowly. “What happened? The last thing I remember was being pulled here against my will...”

“We all got merged together,” said the man still lying on the floor. “Forced into one being by the humans, because their beliefs changed. “You, me, Alch, and Renir over there,” he waved towards the stocky man who Talri-Pekra was speaking softly to. “I remember... there are flashes, bits of the last few years... how long has it been?”

“Almost two centuries now, Chor,” came a leaden voice. Fakro-Umdar had arrived in the pavilion. “When Ralor said you had all returned, I wasn’t certain I believed it. I suppose this means the rest will be back soon?”

Dranj-Aria nodded. “They all started coming back the day Vrenid-Malchor broke apart. Of course, someone already woke Rolar-Triak a few months ago...”

“Chaos is back?” all except Talri-Pekra exclaimed.

“Uh-huh, weren’t you following the mortal drama last year? They’d started up old cults again, the Mistress and Chaos, plenty were already worshipping Alrin-Fora again, so she was back a couple of weeks from now, if I remember right; I think even old Baltakor started getting a following again and rejoined us soon,” Dranj-Aria said. “You really should keep up with the mortals more, you might have a better idea what was going on.”

A grating laugh rang through the pavilion. “I know, right? Did you see the dragon battles over Tewen a few months back? So much glorious pain, so many grieving families,” Somri-Galin said, an ecstatic smile on his lips.

“You don’t have to sound so pleased about that,” said Ralor, returning behind the god of suffering. “I know it’s your thing, but still,” he jerked his head towards Aikra-Lora and the newly returned gods. “A little sensitivity now and then would be appreciated.”

“Oh, don't be such a killjoy. Besides, haven't you got a wayward brother to go chasing after?”

Ralor-Kanj tipped his head back, eyes closed in exhaustion as he mumbled to himself. “He’s only been back five minutes and I’m sick of him already. I suppose he is my responsibility though,” he sighed as he turned to the rest. “If the others are returning, someone will have to be here at all times to welcome them back. I suggest we take it in turns, and keep watch for those more likely to cause harm. You know the ones I mean.”

“We shall watch for our brother, and keep him in check as we always have,” came the leaden tones of Fakro-Umdar. He stalked over to Somri-Galin and clapped a not entirely friendly hand on his shoulder. “I am, of course, what follows them both. Sometimes they need reminding of that fact.”

Ralor nodded. Of the three – war, suffering and death – Fakro-Umdar was the most reasonable, if only because he lacked the others’ impatience. He also had some degree of control over their more sadistic impulses, which Ralor could respect even if he didn’t like it much. “I will take care of Chaos, and Mother if she also decides to rejoin us.”

“When can we expect them to begin arriving?” Talri-Pekra said, turning towards Dranj-Aria.

The time goddess grinned. “It wasn’t that simple. Some of them are going to appear elsewhere, and others didn’t remember what they were, so couldn’t have come here until one of us goes to find them. Then of course, the others interfered, and there’ll be the old deal to consider. You needed to figure out how that thing works,” she pointed over to the vision orb Vrenid-Malchor had so closely guarded, now dark and empty as its master was no more. “Once you got it up and running again, it’s going to be simple to keep track of who’s returning and where. Off to your library, Talri,” she wiggled her fingers.

Talri-Pekra vanished so abruptly that the air currents ruffled everyone’s hair. Renir, who she had been talking to, gravitated towards Chor and the two began talking quietly. From the snatches of conversation that drifted across the pavilion, Ralor-Kanj thought they were trying to separate who’s memories of the last couple of centuries were whose. Aikra-Lora disappeared with Venri, talking about Wirba and Astator, while Dranj-Aria settled onto a puffy chair that hadn’t been there a moment ago, catching her son Alch up with recent events. With things at least vaguely under control for now, he left the pavilion himself to begin searching for his brother. There would be no point in trying to restore any semblance of balance to anything until Chaos was contained once more.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Big bad Overlord Husk does things to me... Can you please do something for him with a reader who combs his hair and makes sure he is presentable by doing things like adjusting his bowtie? (Romantic, please!) Thanks!

Hehe~! Oooh~! I like this idea a lot and it kinda reminds me of that Overlord Husk + Casino-Bae Angel Dust AU thingie! Why not make us the Casino Bae or I’m gonna call the ‘Casinofly’? I also need to start asking for gender, because I always default to female for most of the guys *sigh*

Overlord! Husker- Dolling Up

How did you manage to land being able to spend so much time with the Gambling Overlord? Not even you know, you’ve just become his personal little casinofly. The pretty face that gets to pamper and doll him up every single day, who may or may not be his current girlfriend

Husk enjoys the feeling of your cute little hands running over his blackish-gray feathery hair, gently combing the smooth semi-hard bristles of a brush over his head. The attention you put into grooming him

Husk knows this routine instinctively. He’ll sit down on his bed and order you to enter his room, waiting for you to brush his hair, style him up, spray him with some cologne, clean him to utter perfection so he’ll glow for his casino. You’re the only one he wants to be his pamperer

Husk can’t help but purr and purr loudly with every kiss and brush you give him. Kissing his ear tips or kissing the smoothly brushed back of his hair. He loves it and he couldn’t imagine anybody else doing this for him. He ends up walking out of the room with you on his arm whilst purring under his breath

“So… is today a Overlord meeting, hey?” You ask smoothly and elegantly in a soft-tone, lips perking out slightly with the nice black lipstick that your not-so-secret boyfriend, Husk, the gambling Overlord of the Pride Ring put on for you. A powerful, influential figure amongst this huge city so you’re pretty surprised he would spare you time and especially allow you to be his little pamperer. The lady that gets to dress him up and make him look presentable for the day

Husk nods slowly and carefully as you brush and style back his hair with a precise scoopful of gentle slick rather expensive hairgel, making sure it stays still, attractive and appealing. Making his quite tall tuft-tipped ears pop out a bit more as you clean off your fresh hair briefly with the nearby makeup wipes laid on the bed besides your makeup bag, before beginning to tie up his business meeting bowtie. It’s a different one than the usual bowtie

“Well yes, love. It’ll be for a hour or two. Now, may I ask you something?” Husk purrs out in his strong, deep and almost hypnotic voice, his hands laid in his lap as his high collared shirt snuggles his hips and his arms well, big feathery red and detailed wings drooped over on the bed comfortably

Sat down on his own grand silky bed in his mighty suite, fitting his appeal and his style very well. You’re the only one allowed into his room, just the pretty casinofly he has his eyes on

“Yes, Sir?” You ask warmly and almost delicately responding to your own boss, the Overlord that has both your soul and your heart in his grasp effortlessly, as your own gentle sparkly eyes focus on readjusting the bowtie around his neck slightly to make sure it’s neat and presentable for this important event

You want Husk to shine out the rest of his fellow Overlords, which is why you’re being precise but you’re always so precise, you always want him to look incredible

Fixing up the collar cuffs of the white dresshirt, you make sure his hands are free and smooth, the fur brushed and clean. All of his fur is brushed and clean, just as you desire. As soon as you’re done, waiting for Husk to speak once again after the few seconds of silence that radiates throughout the magnificent fancy room, the Gambling Overlord finally speaks again. His voice has that certain charm that can always put you in a trance

So effortlessly, you cannot believe just how effortless and impressive this demon is

“I wish for you to accompany me to this meeting. Do not worry about being unable to enter with me, I’ll let you in” Husk saying this so confidently and fearless, he is very certain about what he wants and he doesn’t suspect that you will not say no, but, he is surprised by the way you respond; widened glowing eyes, hands halting at putting on his suit jacket over his shoulders, your lips parting

You look so damn kissable and he can’t wait to kiss your pretty little face as soon as he can. For now, he’ll stay put and listen out for your own response as well as behave for your sake

Controlling your nerves and your beating heart. The idea of being around so many powerful sinners is intimidating and the idea of Husk wanting to bring you up to the Overlord meeting. It makes your cheeks burn up, you never thought he’d ever want to show people that he’s dating you, outside of the casino and outside of his domain. He must really like you! It almost feels unbelievable…

You quickly shake your head and begin to continue putting on his suit jacket, his three-piece suit for the business. Almost completely ready, Husk is waiting patiently and sitting silent like a curiously watching cat. As soon as your done, attaching a golden suit tassel chain

The Overlord towers over you as you step back and he smoothly picks up your hands, beginning to slide your bicep-length silky sparkly gloves. Finishing up the touches of that pretty classy yet semi-sexy ‘casino bae’-style of yours

Your eyes sparkled a bit more at Husk dressing you back, slowly and strongly turning you around. He offers his arm out and waits for your next action, sharp golden yellow eyes gleaming in your direction, almost sizing you up

He is waiting for you to accept his enticing welcoming invitation, he wants you to join him for this meeting and he’d be disappointed if you said no

Your heart dropped a bit at hearing the usual yet soothing vibration, humming through the air, of cat purring. Of Husk purring

“Shall we head out now, sweetheart?”

[ca7ts]

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He is waiting for followers, am not new to tumblr but this is my first post am trying to be more active online.

What i want to do here:

I want to post stories about my OC's and short fanfics about caracters i like

I want to post pictures i take and random stuff i find funny

I want to have fun and maybe develop a little community <3

[bugboysgf]

Hate + Love

Chapter 4

Series Masterlist

Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

AN: I know it took me five months, but here it is.

“I need to know why he's doing this.” you pace back and forth in your room. Kitty just sat on the bed looking at you. She's never seen you this frantic before. It was the next day, you tried to not let what Derek told you yesterday bother you but it did.

“Calm down, i asked Q and he said he doesnt know anything, just that Min ho was worried about the date.” “I dont get it, this thing only happens in books not in real life.” you said.

“Maybe he's been reading too many books then.” Kitty shrugged.

“It always ends the same way… you dont think Min ho likes me right? He can't, he's him and I'm me.”

“It's a possible you guys are almost the same, i swear if you guys never hated each other i wouldve tried to set you guys up.” “It doesnt matter, Kitty, he can't do things like this. I had a date and I finally felt like somebody liked me and he just ruined it. He always finds a way to ruin things for me and I'm so done with it. We need a plan to get him back or make him confess.” Kitty sat there puzzled thinking of a plan. Suddenly she starts smiling and looks at you. 

“What?” you look at her confused. 

“We can pretend like you're moving out.”

“Moving out? Over a guy?” you scoffed, it didnt sound like something you wouldnt do and you knew there was no way it could be believable. 

“Hear me out, I know it sounds like something you wouldnt do but you think Min Ho is going to know that?  He's already on edge trying to make sure you dont find out about what he did. I can guarantee you it's believable.”

You look at her for a split second you didnt have an idea so hers was the best you guys could do anyways. “Okay fine what do i need to do?”

“Simple steps but it can be all completed in less than a couple of hours, firstly its breakfast so he's gonna go down there any minute. No classes today so you can go downstarts in a hoodie and sweats act like youve been crying all night. When you see him dont say anything, keep your head down and let me do the talking.” kitty explained. 

“Okay got it, this better work.” you knew this was extreme just to get a simple piece of information out of minho but if you confronted him you knew he was too stubborn to tell you his emotions straight up. 

You followed everything kitty said, you went downstairs with her with a hoodie and sweats on. You didnt want anybody seeing you like this, you were always well put together but today it was different. You needed to find out if Minho did all of this because he liked you. The possibility was very slim in your mind but in Kitty’s mind it was 100 percent the truth. 

You and kitty walked over to the table where Minho and Q sat at. You kept your head down and didnt say a word to any of them. Minho looked at you waiting for you to say something smart or sarcastic to him but you didnt. He was more confused than ever, he titled his head a little bit to see your face but you put your head down. 

“What's wrong with you? Why didn’t you go to class yesterday?” he asked you.

“She's sad minho. Leave her alone." Kitty said to him.

“I was asking her, not you.” Minho rolled his eyes. 

“Well she doesnt feel like talking, derkek ghosted her.”

“He ghosted you?” Min ho asked you in a concerned tone.

“I dont want to talk about it leave me alone.” you snapped at him. “Kitty, enjoy your breakfast. I'm going to go sign the papers.”

“Okay bye” kitty watched you walk about, minho waited until you were no longer in the cafeteria to say something. 

“What papers?” he asked, concerned. Q just sat there not paying attention to anything but his phone. “She's leaving.” Kitty explained. 

“Leaving and going where?” Minho was confused. What did she mea you were leaving?

“She's going back to los angeles she booked her flight and everything.” “Over a guy”  he scoffed.

“Yes over a guy, she feels embarrassed and she said you were right about him not liking her. She doesnt feel like she belong here.” “She does belong here, she loves this place.” “Well not anymore” Kitty shrurgged.

“You have to stop her.” 

“I tried but maybe you can just talk to her.”

Minho didnt understand why you would do something like this over something so minor. He didn’t mean to cause this much damage, all he wanted to do was stop you from going on a date. Now it backfired on him and he didn’t really know how to fix this but he had to try at least. 

You were in your room pretending to be packing. Kitty sent you a message saying that Minho was on his way to your dorm to stop you. The plan was working, you didnt know how you would be able to stay serious but you had to, you needed to know the truth. 

“open the door y/n.” you heard banging from outside of your room, you knew it was Minho. You huffed and opened the door. He barged in looking at all of the clothes in the suitcase and realized you were serious about this. 

“What's up with the suitcases?” he asked, he already knew the answer but he wasn’t going to believe it until he heard it come from out of your mouth.

“I'm leaving.” you said in a mumble. 

“But why?”

“I just want to be here anymore. I know it's dramatic but since I've been here it's like I can't compete. Everybody here has money and I don't. I'm on a stupid scholarship. You were right about Derek, he didn't like me.” you sat down on your bed with your head down. He sat down next to you looking at you trying to figure out what to say next. He didnt know how to comfort people and definitely not a girl at that. 

“He's just a stupid guy, maybe he was just busy.” “You dont get it, nobody likes me, no matter how hard I try. I barely have any friends here, and you hate me.” you were trying not to cringe at your words but you needed minho to believe this. 

“I like you.” Minho whispered.

“I mean yea you're starting to like me, afterall you did help me fix my necklace.” “No, I mean like, like you like you. In a romantic kinda way.”

You got up from the bed and just looked at him in shock. “What?”

“Listen Derek did want to go on the date but i told him not too. I had a video about him that I could use against his family. I got jealous, I'm sorry.” he explained, you were still stuck on what he said before. You got both of your answers at one time and it was a lot for you. 

 “You like me?” you asked, still trying to process it. You sat back down not knowing what to do. 

“That's what i said.” he said in a calm voice, how could he be so calm right now he just confessed his feelings for a person that he is supposed to hate. 

“Are you gonna say something?” he asked, he hated not knowing what you were thinking in your head, it was killing him inside. 

 You werent the best at saying how you feel but in this moment you had to, it was now or nothing. “I um- i like you too.” saying that to minho felt weird because you always thought from the day he met you that he would never like you. 

“Is it too much to ask you to go on a date with me?” he asked in a unsure tone, he didnt know if it was crossing the line after he ruined your first one. 

“No i dont think it's too much” you smiled. 

“So boba then?”

“It's a date.”

[aishangotome]

Liam Evans: Drink, Get Drunk Drown

From 2024 Collection Event

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(I wonder if Liam is having fun.)

I heard last night that he was going to a drinking party with the Scala Theater people.

(I was invited to go with him, but Liam doesn't talk to other people much when I'm around...)

(I wanted him to have fun without worrying about me for once.)

Roger: It's obvious you're lonely without Liam, lil lady.

Kate: Roger! You knew Liam went to a drinking party?

Roger: Yeah, I heard from those guys. Don't worry, I didn't eavesdrop.

Roger: Don't you need to go pick him up?

Kate: No, he promised to come home early, so I'll wait.

Roger: ...Well, I'm glad Liam is with Kate.

Kate: Really?

Roger: He's gotten hurt less and doesn't do anything dangerous anymore. I'm grateful for that.

Roger ruffled my hair with his big hand.

Roger: Keep that cat on a leash, will you?

-

When I looked up from the book I was reading, I heard a knock at the door.

Kate: Yes?

Liam: Kate, I'm home.

Kate: It's open.

Liam came back, found me, and sat down on the bed with a smile.

Liam: Were you lonely?

Kate: Yes. But I was hoping you were having fun.

Liam: Yeah, I had fun. But I have much more fun when I'm with you.

I was pushed on the shoulder and fell back, and at the same time, my face was showered with kisses.

Kate: Mmm, Liam...

The hand stroking my thighs grabbed the edge of my underwear.

Kate: Liam, what's wrong?

Liam: You like me, don't you?

Kate: I like you...?

Liam: Yeah, I know. I like you too!

The smell of alcohol on our overlapping lips makes me almost dizzy.

Kate: Are you drunk?

Liam: Maybe, I'm feeling lightheaded.

Kate: Ah!

My underwear is stripped off and his fingers touch wet spot.

A sweet voice leaks out at the pleasure of being stroked around her ripe bud.

Kate: Ah.....

Liam: That feels good... see, you're getting wetter and wetter.

Noticing the tips of my breasts, he takes off my nightgown,

Liam: I want you to touch me too.

He bites the tip of my breasts, and the pain and pleasure that hit me makes my body tremble.

Liam: Did you come already?

I was distracted by his lips sucking at different angles, and then a finger was buried into my defenseless spot,

Kate: Oh, there, no!

Unable to withstand the intense attack, I come suddenly.

I exhale and look at Liam, but the man I know is not there.

(Huh...?)

I can't take my eyes off his face, so sexy and masculine, different from his usual gentle self.

The moment he brushed his hair back in annoyance, the scent of vanilla filled the bed.

His relaxed smile, even the sweat on his forehead, is nothing more than a tool to arouse Liam right now.

(I didn't know he could make that face)

Maybe it's the alcohol, but his more masculine and aggressive demeanor makes my heart race.

Liam: Kate-chan... no, Kate.

Kate: Oh...

Liam: My dearest. The one I want all to myself.

Kate: Lia--

Liam: The one I want to be happy with for the rest of my life.

Kate: Liam!!

I endure the pleasure and put my hands on Liam's cheeks.

Kate: ... Did something happen?

Liam blinks in surprise, then pauses for a moment before his expression breaks.

With the smile I know.

Liam: How did you know?

Kate: Because I'm always watching you.

Liam: ... Haha, I'm always watching you too.

Liam stops his advances and takes my hands from his cheeks into his own.

Liam: At the drinking party, I was told I should change things up sometimes to keep things interesting.

Kate: I could never get tired of you, Liam.

Liam: I thought you'd say that...

Liam: I wanted to give you, Kate, a new thrill.

Liam: ... Did you hate it?

His relaxed expression changes, and I smile at him as his eyes show a hint of unease.

Kate: Of course not.

Kate: Anything you give me, no matter what kind of Liam you are, makes me happy.

Kate: I like the Liam of right now, and the usual Liam, both of them.

Liam: ... You really are too good for me, Kate.

Liam: ... Hey, can we finish like this tonight?

I nod, and Liam changes his expression again--.

-

Liam: Good morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning, Liam.

Liam embraces me with a gentle smile.

When I notice the countless red marks on my body, an innocent voice responds.

Liam: I got a little carried away.

Liam: How was it?

My heartskips a beat as I remember Liam from last night.

Kate: ... It wasn't bad, maybe?

Liam: Really?

Kate: But, but! I like the usual Liam! If you make that kind of face too much--

Liam: If I make that kind of face?

Kate: It's bad for my heart...

Liam: ... Haha.

Liam laughs happily, gets up, and straddles me--.

Liam: Then... let me hold you like I always do.

As his delighted lips fall on mine, I feel the joy of knowing that I will surely see more unknown sides of him in the future, and I close my eyes in the shower of love.

FIN

[purrpowerco]

🐱 Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a mischievous little cat named Khaleesi. She was the queen of the Lofts, with her fluffy coat and piercing yellow eyes. But little did anyone know, behind that cute facade, Khaleesi was a master at causing chaos and mayhem. From knocking over vases to chasing butterflies, she was always up to something. But despite her mischievous ways, everyone adored her, for she had a heart of gold. She would spend hours curled up under the couch, coming out only to the sound of food, and being a demander of love. Oh, how we all love our little feline friends, with their sassy attitudes and unconditional love. 🐾���

[oooopipito]

Hello. I almost died at work. Bye. (Don't dig the ground under the sun in a black leather Panama hat.. don't repeat my mistake..)

[mikantech-blog]

These two charming felines served as the catalyst for the creation of my current blog. Mikan, which signifies "orange" in Japanese, perfectly captures the essence that inspired me to choose this name.

Their heartwarming journey unfolds as follows: The larger feline, affectionately known as Cornelius, was rescued from the streets when he was gravely ill. For nearly a year, we diligently attended veterinary appointments, and he underwent a crucial nose surgery. Despite being given a mere year to live, today, nearly two years later, Cornelius thrives in robust health, defying all odds.

The other playful character is Joey, aptly named after the sprightly Joey kangaroo. Joey's remarkable story stems from a young age, when he fell victim to a car accident, resulting in the loss of one of his front legs. A kind soul discovered him, and without hesitation, we welcomed him into our family through adoption.

[hellosweetmelody]

[happycatlovers]

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[kitty-is-writing]

writemas day 14!

thanks to @agirlandherquill ! here are the prompts for day 14 - all of which are epic btw!

today we're stepping backwards, to the event that led to Theresa being imprisoned in the cage from day 5. ***slight content warning for a description of burning flesh***

here are the prompts I chose:

A burning house

The sharpness of broken glass

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She stirred on the floor, fragments of shattered glass slicing through her skin. For one blissful moment, she had no idea why she was down here, why she was so warm, why there was so much noise. A child's piercing shriek cut the air, forcing the memory back into her mind.

The house burned above her, the result of her wayward, ill thought out attempt to enchant a mirror. Weak thumps on the cellar door made her drag herself up from where she had been thrown. The stairs were already coated in soot and fragments of the floor above, making her slip.

She forced the door open, confronted with her catastrophic failure. How had this happened? How had she lost control so badly as to cause this? Her brother was slumped by the door, his flesh already charred, eyes melted with the heat, yet he was still just about moving, his arms curling inwards against his chest. She pulled him through the door, slamming it shut with a thought.

She could only hope her parents and sister had already escaped, and Draven had returned to find her. There was no way she could battle through those flames. They would have to wait down here and hope the house didn't collapse down on them.

The shards of broken mirror winked up at her, slicing through her brother's legs as she pulled him away from the stairs and into the farthest corner. Here, at least, they would have some protection against the fire from the stone walls.

Theresa turned her attention to Draven, already conjuring the golden mist she had found could heal anything she had tried it on so far. Nothing had been so serious as this, only scrapes and cuts, one broken arm, but she had to try.

The mist enveloped him, shining in the darkness of the cellar, concealing some of his injuries for a moment. His blackened skin became red and raw in parts, but other parts remained unhealed. He did not stir, and she refused to believe it. She pushed more of her magic into the mist, making it thicker and heavier, until it completely hid him.

When she could hold it no longer, she let it drop, hoping to see him whole and smiling at her. The body remained charred, with only a few partially healed patches. The worst parts had split open, either from the heat or from her roughly pulling him across the mirror shards, leaking sticky fluid all over her.

As smoke started to leak into the cellar, she knew there was no more reason to stay down here. With a choked ‘sorry, I love you, goodbye’ to her brother's body, she fled to the usually locked storm hatch at the back. She had not thought to try it before, as her father always kept it chained shut, but now she had little choice.

She threw herself against the metal doors, hearing only the rattle of the chains outside. In desperation, she reached out with her magic, and the doors burst outwards in an explosion of golden energy. Heat radiated in, but anything was better than suffocating in the smoke.

Outside, the entire village was aflame. Theresa stumbled through the place, hearing the cries of those trapped but unable to reach any of them. Several times, she tripped over debris and landed on broken things, cutting her hands and knees to ribbons.

Steadily, the smoke and heat grew less, until she found herself by the edge of the river that bordered the east side of the village. She plunged her hands into the cool water, letting it soothe her cuts and burns. Her mist healed them as the river ran over them, leaving the skin fresh and clean.

Before she could try to heal the rest of her battered body, a firm hand pulled her upright by the collar.

“This must be the little witch,” said a harsh voice by her ear. “I saw her using holy mist on herself.”

She noticed a small group of armoured men, silhouetted against the fire still consuming her village. From within their ranks, one with a shimmering robe emerged - one of the elite Cardinals of the temple, she realised.

He raised a hand and slapped her, hard. “Wicked, evil girl. This death and destruction is on your hands. Bind her and take her to the temple. She will face judgement.”

Theresa had no chance to protest before heavy chains tightened around her, pulling her arms behind her back. A foul tasting rag was shoved into her mouth, and more chains looped around her legs.

The soldier tossed her bound form into a small crate, and slammed a lid over the top, leaving her in darkness once more. She tried to call on her magic, to bring even the tiniest wisp of light to this cramped space, but nothing responded. Something was around her, something more than the wood and chains, that kept her from casting.

Alone in the dark, jostled roughly by whoever carried her prison, she began to weep. She had not even been able to look for any others who had escaped the blaze.

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AS PROMISED I HAVE COME BACK WITH A REQUEST IN MIND. AND YES IT IS HUSK RELATED (≧∇≦)/

so you know how cats come to you immediately when you say 'pspspspsppspspsps'? yeah, that. but with husk (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و

look at the cute little miao miao with his popcorn ≧﹏≦

Big definitely doing this. Ommgg! That pic is so precious! Husk canonically hates his cat traits but not today, beloved! Anyway. Let’s get going and play around with Husk some more! Sorry, this is a bit short!

Husk- Pootie-Kitty

It’s so unbelievably cute… the soft purring, the fur ruffling

You respect the fact your boyfriend despises his sinner form’s domesticated cat traits and the cat anatomy he is cursed with for all of time but you can’t help yourself. You know you should stay back and you know you shouldn’t do what he dislikes…

But then again, Husk is also not as mad about being extremely cat-like at your hand as compared to any other person he knows, trying to make him behave like the feline he is

“Husky! Husky! Pspspspspspspsp~!” After a few silent painful minutes of absolutely nothing whilst walking through the empty but colourful and magnificent hallways of the Hazbin Hotel, both yours and your boyfriend’s workplace, you decide to use the classic cat call to see if Husk will come out

Himself and his ‘owner’, Alastor had a big fight over being contracted to him only a little while before and it caused Husk to hide away, out of pure utter rage and a pinch of fear over how bad the confrontation ended. Husk hasn’t come out from wherever he is for hours now. It’s already nighttime and you want to bring him to the bedroom to clock out for the night

You decided to let him have some time alone but it’s been way too long and it’s becoming concerning

He hasn’t given even a single bit of response to you, despite after you begun tinkling beer bottles, cooing out his name, offering him his favourite; snuggles if he comes out. Everything that usually has Husk approaching you at the speed of light. He isn’t for it, just making your concern for him grow even firmer

He isn’t listening… so, you’re going to have pull out the big guns!

“Hussskyy~! Pspspspspspspsssppspsps! Come here, baby”

You aren’t sure where he came from or where he was but after a few more seconds, you paused in place in the middle of quite the long hallway of this redemption building and spoke out to literally the air. Husk came padding out from around the corner in a somewhat hasty pace, his cute originally sharply-thin black pupils of his glowing golden yellow irises are now wide and rounded, his tall tip-fluffed ears drawn back like his big perked-up wings, as if curious about what you’re going to do next

Just like a normal cat, Husk’s quickly padding over to you right after hearing the ‘psspspsps’ calls, as if a lightbulb was switched on for him, in a manner he could not stop. His hearing is quite strong, even at his technically elderly human-age, and whilst he could hear your voice from his little hiding spot clear as day

He didn’t want you to see him in his most weakest, vulnerable moment, out of shame, but right after he registered those sly little calls of yours, his cat instincts kicked in and he was walking out into the hallway against his own desires. As soon as he stops before you, his conscious slyly clicks back into control and his pupils shrink to ordinary narrowed state

Even if Husk is annoyed when realising he just went full cat mode, he’s purring. You can hear the purring underneath his breath, he always purrs when you’re around and he purrs happily at seeing you again once more. His cute striped feather-tufted long tail flicking side to side across the floor, almost on the verge of wagging

All of it is physical signs of how much he adores you and how deep in love he is with you. That, even whilst he despises having been courted into acting like a cat, though your intentions aren’t to embarrass him, he is most okay with you doing it

What is that you need to discuss? Is something going on? Is there snuggles involved?

“There you are, love. Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you since 1pm. I’m worried”

[fairdale]

we could be slow dancing (if only you let me hold you)

Ty's gray eyes were wide. He looked so confused, Kit thought, while he watched him, almost small in that empty dusty ballroom.

Only a few steps separated them, but it felt like so much more. Kit felt his heart pounding against his heart and he barely stopped himself before lifting his arm to feel it. He took a deep breath, shaking, and kept staring at the man standing in front him. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the dense silence that stretched between them, but, at the same time, he didn’t have anything to say to him. Not anymore.

He closed his eyes for a second. Looking at Ty always required some kind of strength. Strength not to shake him, strength not to yell at him, strength not to jump him and kiss him and make a fool of himself.

“Are you mad at me?” He opened his eyes and fixed his blue stare on his face.

“I’m not.” He answered after a beat.

“Then why…” He frowned and took a step forward. “You are.” He bit his lower lip, causing Kit’s gaze to drop. Fuck, everytime he saw the other he seemed to be even more gorgeous. “Talk to me.”

“I’m not mad, Ty.” He sighed and pushed his hair back. “Just tired. All this trouble for nothing.” He added while opening his arms. They had been following a clue to an abandoned mansion property of an old warlock, but when they had gotten there every trace of said warlock was missing. Okay, so maybe he was a bit frustrated, sue him.

“We just have to keep trying.”

“I guess.” Sensing another awkward silence, Kit turned around and started walking towards the front door. “We should go, there’s nothing else to see here.”

“I talked to Livvy.” He said. Kit stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. “I…” His eyebrows were furrowed once again. “Jules knows.” He whispered. “And he’s mad at me. And I keep trying to talk to Livvy, but she’s ignoring me. I didn’t… I didn’t think she would resent me this badly. I just wanted to be with her.” Kit took a step forward when he saw how stressed Ty was. “I keep doing it wrong. With all of them. And now you’re angry at me too.”

“I’m not angry.” He repeated, slowly.

“But you are!” He exclaimed. “I know you are! I know you’ve been angry for years!” He throwed his hands in the air. “You were disappointed in me. You left without saying goodbye.” He whispered furiously.

“You don’t have the right to reproach me for that.”

“It still hurt!” He screamed, passing his hands through his hair over and over again. “It hurts. Every day.”

“Ty…”

“You could have say goodbye.” He murmured. “You could have talked to me.”

“I told you, Ty. So many times, but you didn’t listen.”

“Then you should have made me listen!” His voice echoed off the walls. “You packed your bags and left! Did I matter so little to you?” He sounded hurt.

“You’re kidding.” He blinked. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So little? I loved you, Ty. Love. As in ‘I would bring someone back from the death’ love.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and focused his eyes on Ty, who was already staring. “Look. I know it was shitty of me to leave like that, but I needed it. It sounds lame and I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I was hurting too. I just… I needed space. I was heartbroken and sad and confused and-”

“Loved?” He interrupted him.

“What?” He gazed at him, perplexed.

“You said loved.” He frowned. “Does that mean you don’t love me anymore?”

“I-”

“Because I do.” He continued. “Love you, that is. I loved you back then and I love you now.” Kit could only stare at him, bewildered.

“What… What did you just say.”

“I love you.”

“But you…” He covered his eyes with his hands, trying to understand what the hell was happening. “I meant in love.”

“I know.” Ty replied. “It’s you who won’t listen. I’ve been telling you. I loved you then and I love you now. And I loved you all these years.” Kit could hear his own ragged breaths. “I love you.”

“You love me.” Faded piano notes started to play, but both of them were too focused on each other to realize it.

“I do. Do you need me to keep repeating it? I might as well record it for you, then. I love-”

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Kit mumbled, and that was the only warning he got before the other shadowhunter closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against his.

God, Kit thought, they were so soft and they fitted perfectly together. His dagger fell to the floor at the same time his hands went to Ty’s hair, fingers carding through his dark strands while Ty started to respond to his attack.

At first, he was hesitant. He could feel it in the way his hands trembled a little by his sides before he decided to put them on Kit’s slim waist, shy. His lips started moving against his after a couple of seconds, falling in a slow rhythm that took tiny gasps out of the both of them. There weren’t fireworks, Kit thought, but he sure as hell as if the world were spinning around him.

“I love you.” Kit breathed against his mouth before kissing him again, deeper this time, caressing his lower lip with his tongue. Ty opened his mouth instinctively, allowing him to enter. Their bodies were pressed closely together, no space between them. The blond started walking until Ty’s back was pressed against the wall.

“Kit…” Ty whispered before leaning into him once again. They couldn’t get enough of each other, didn’t want to separate. Not after finally being able to hold the other like this.

Ty’s hands wandered then up and down his back, feeling the hard muscles underneath them while Kit now had one on the side of his neck and the other enveloping his middle, caging him almost as if he were afraid that he would run.

He would never. And now he had all the time in the world to show him.

Or all the time demons allowed them to have.

(He would take it all, wouldn’t have it any other way.)

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a/n: so... i did a little something!! it was a bit rushed, but i felt inspired and i wanted to write about kitty. english isn't my first language so there may be some mistakes. don't take this too seriously, i just wanted to share a cute story and i liked how this turned out. i love kitty so much and i can't wait to read more of them, so this came out. anyways, i hope you enjoy it!! let me know what you think (pls be kind) <3<3

oh, and pls don't post this anywhere else!!

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Cats annoy each other 😺🤣😼

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Hate + Love

Chapter 2

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Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Hi, im suppose to be tutoring somebody.” you told the lady at the front desk. The last 2 weeks had been stressful but out of extreme luck you managed to get all A’s but that also meant you had to tutor the people that were not doing so well in school.

“Oh yes, you must be Y/n.”

“I am.” you confirmed.

“Min Ho.” The lady calls his name and he jumps out of his seat.

“You gotta be kidding me.” you look at Min ho and he seems just as surprised as you are. “There has to be some sort of mistake, I can't tutor him.” the lady looks at her computer for a second and looks back at you.

“Sorry but there is a specific note from the teacher saying you can't switch.”

“What? Who wrote that.” you asked.

“It was your math teacher. Take a seat and get started.”

“I can't believe this.” you said sitting down.

“Do you think I want to do this? I have no choice.” Min ho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever can we just get started.”

After two hours tutoring you were done but to you i feel like 5 hours because every 10 minutes you and Min ho were arguing about something different.

“Thank you.” Min Ho says. You look at him in shock, you were never expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“You have manners, I see. Can I get an apology too?” you asked hopefully.

“It happened almost 3 weeks ago, get over it.”

“God you're such a bitch.”

“Takes one to know one.”

—-

“We have Alex next.” Kitty said. “Oh my god we still have to walk up the stairs.” you said, you were tired already and it was only your 2 period.

“Do you want to go to a ramen place after the 5th period?” Kitty asked.

“Im Pretty sure I don't have to tutor today, so yes.”

“How is it? By the way, you are still not getting along.”

“Nope now i have to sit with him in alex class, because he wont let me change seats.” you rolled your eyes.

“Dude you have 4 months left until winter break, at least try to stop hating each other.”

“He's the problem, not me, he won't apologize. He said thank you yesterday when i tutored him but that's it.” you explained to Kitty. You honestly don't think that you and Minho would get along every chance he gets to make fun of you. He's gonna take it and you're tired of it.

“The problem is that you are both stubborn.” Kitty grabs the handle of the door and lets you into the class, she gives you a ‘be nice look’ and takes a seat.

You walked over to your seat and to your surprise Min Ho was already sitting down, he was always late. You take a seat and don't say a word to him.

“No greeting?” he asked

“What do you want?” you say in a cold tone.

“Woah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he smirks.

“I just don't have time for your bullshit today.”

Lucky Alex didn't have you guys do anything with your partner work today you didnt think you could handle it anyways.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them into your backpack.

“y/n?” you stopped in your tracks and looked at the guy that called your name. Minho also stopped and looks at him.

“Yes?” you look at him confused. You've never seen this guy in your life and you had no idea why he was talking to you.

“I'm Derek, I was just trying to see if i can get your number.” you look around to see if anybody was watching and behind him were his friends waiting to see your next move. You didn't want to seem stuck up or anything, so you just smiled and typed your number into his phone.

“Great, I'll text you.”

“Cool” you watch him walk away and turn to Min ho. “And why did you stay?”

“What does he want with you?” “What do you mean?”you asked, confused.

“His dad is literally a millionaire.”

“I honestly dont give two fuck about that.” you said.

“It had to be a dare.” Min ho shook his head.

“Oh really? Just because an attractive guy asked for my number that means it has to be a dare?” you said offended. Min ho knew he messed up, he always jokes around but he knew that what he said really affected you.

“That's not-”

“Save it.” you walked away.

—

For the next few weeks you continue talking to Derek, you thought he would be a jerk but turns out he wasn't. He was really nice and listened.

“Where are you going?” Min ho asked Q. “Oh the nature club is having a hike today.” Q said, putting on his shoes.

“Great i'll come” Min ho got up from the couch. “You can't.” Q said.

“Why?” “Club members only.” “Dude i went last time.” Q stayed silent and didn't say anything. “Unless you don't want me to go for some reason?” “It's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that y/n and Derek are going to be there and I don't want you messing it up for her. She told me what you said when he asked for her number.” Q confessed.

“That's not what I meant, I tried to tell her that.”

“You should have said it in the first place, are you jealous or something?” Q asked.

“What no… no”

“Yup that sounds so convincing.”

“I don't like her, I hate her.”

“You know, you can hate and love somebody at the same time.” Q said shutting the door.

Min ho stood there thinking there's no way that he loves y/n? He hates her too much.