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gremlinmodetweeker · 2 days ago
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Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears
So, @lexthegremlin1 requested that I do a story about cat hybrid! König and Horangi taking care of a reader when dealing with ADHD/ADD. Funnily enough, I struggle with ADHD and autism, so I might have written this with a bit of an autistic take, so please forgive me. I find the two tend to entwine themselves inside me so it's hard to see one from the other. However, I did my best and I really like this story.
I've struggled writing lately, so writing this story really helped me. I hope it helps you all when dealing with an ADHD/ADD episode yourselves.
TWs: Panic attacks, over stimulation, ableism, people not understanding ADHD
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Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears
Your fingers buzzed with static currents. Your skin crawled with an army of invisible ants marching up and down your body in an endless march. You could hear the buzzing in the air. It was loud, so loud. Why was it loud? It wasn’t this loud before. It’s not supposed to be loud. It’s maddening but you can’t so much as orient your head to look around you. You’re locked in place like a cadaver to an examining table. You’re muscles ripple as currents flow from head to toe. You feel like you’re being born, you feel like you’re dying. It’s all throughout your body and you don’t know how to handle it.
You feel something under your touch. It’s a new feeling. This isn’t the metal of your pen. It’s not the plastic of your keyboard. It’s something
 Soft. Soft? What’s soft in your apartment? You have your stuffed animals, but those are in your room. You’re in the living room now, right by your laptop. You can see in the far distance that you’re looking at the screen, but nothing is making sense. All the letters loop together and tangle into a sea of nettles. It’s not your stuffed animal, what’s soft in this room?
There’s throw pillows, but those are on the sofa. You’re sitting by your small table, the one you made into your desk. You have some stickers on the organizer trays, but they’re too bright to look at, too overwhelming. All those fun and familiar characters are too overwhelming now.
Soft
 Soft
 Soft
 What’s soft?
You take a deep breath. You feel like your head is breaching above water for a moment. In the middle of the storm, your eyes flash with lightening clarity. You can see the sky bend and crack above you, can feel the currents of the sea desperately try to suck you back into the inky depths. You can feel it all as it whirls around you. You take another breath, and again the waves recede briefly to give you some semblance of relief. It’s brief, but it’s what you need. Another breath, the sea falls away, you feel yourself coming to solid ground.
The chair is solid beneath you. It’s a nice comfy chair that your friend found for you at a thrift store. It fits your room, it makes it look more organized.
Organized.
The sea wells up again, this time rising all the way back up to you neck and threatening to take you under.
Right, that’s why you’re like this. You’re unorganized.
Teachers always told you to be more careful with your school work. You keep losing your papers. I don’t have an endless supply here; you need to learn to take care of your things. Your parents got so mad at you. How do you not know where it is? I gave it to you five minutes ago! Your partners never understood. What do you mean you don’t remember? Over and over and over again, and now you’re hearing it from your boss. You lost the paper you needed. You lost it right before the deadline. You can’t meet the deadline without that report. How did you lose it? You thought you were better, you thought therapy and medications were working. Everyone told you that you were getting better, but now you’re stuck back at square one, staring down at your shoes as your teacher sighs and tells you to be more careful again.
You feel like you’re breaking down. It’s too much. Your chest heaves up and down, but you don’t know why. You try to breathe but the air catches in a ball in the back of your throat, thick and coagulated like old blood. It feels like fleshy masses are consuming your body, draining your life out of your sorry shell.
The softness pushes back into your hand again. Soft
 Soft
 Soft
 What in your apartment is soft?
You feel something tugging at the front of your shirt. It’s familiar, but you can’t remember what’s meant to do that. It does that for a reason. It wants your attention.
You feel like you’re cracking apart chunks of granite when you move your neck, messily putting them back together when you finally look down at your lap.
What’s this meant to be? This isn’t a stuffed animal. It’s big and black, and it has such big wide eyes. Big big yellow eyes like twin harvest moons hanging in the night sky. Such big and beautiful eyes. Why do they look so sad?
They’re looking at you.
You know these eyes. These eyes are familiar. They look friendly, but so sad. You can’t bear them looking so sad. You need to make them happy. What makes them happy?
You move an arm made of lead to fall upon this black spot’s back. You slowly push your hand through the softness, then move back up to pet it again. The petting helps. It’s a simple, easy actions. Repetitive. It’s comforting. You can feel the warmth soaking into your lap. The eyes blink slowly. These are happy eyes, you think to yourself.
You can feel the waves receding. The water flushes away to leave you bare to the world. You can see the sky again, can see the clouds slowly whispering away into nothingness. They’re soft, much like the little storm cloud in your lap. But this isn’t a cloud you want to let go of, it’s a good cloud. This storm is a good storm. It’s a summer rain against the windowpanes at night. It’s a familiar pitter-patter on the rooftops. It’s a good storm, a happy storm.
It rolls with thunder, and it takes you a minute to find the name for this rumble. It’s called purring. Purring is a good thing. That’s something you know. You know purring is good. Purring is a very good thing. Hearing purring makes you feel a bit calmer. It’s easier to think now. The buzzing on your skin fades slightly. Your thoughts aren’t murky clouds, they’re starting to come into focus. The chatter is slowly dimming. It’s not so loud. It’s something you can tolerate. It’s not great, it’s still loud, but you can hear the chatter clearly now. It’s not talking about failure or loss or inevitable tragedies, it’s talking about this thing called ‘cats’.
Cats are good and wonderful things. Cats are innocent, good, pure. Cats don’t want to hurt you. Cats don’t get scared of you. Cats don’t think you’re a disappointment. Cats are good things that love and care for you, regardless of who you are. If you love them, they’ll love you back. They won’t hold your flaws above your heads. Cats take you as you are.
This little storm cloud, this cat, he is a nice and sweet animal. He’s waiting for you. Waiting for what? He’s waiting for you to calm down, one of the voices in the chatter says, louder than the rest. Normally, the voices in the chatter stress you out, but this one is a good voice. You like this voice. You want to listen to it more.
His name is König, it says, he loves you.
Does he love you?
He loves you very much.
Well that’s a wonderful thing, now isn’t it?
You smile and pet the cat more, this time scratching at his ears and his ruff. He rolls his head into the palm of your hand, eagerly lapping up all of your affections. This cat wants you, it needs you. This cat cares for you.
You feel another tug on your sleeve. You look down at your side and, would you know it, there’s another cat! You’re so surprised that you make a little squeak that has both the cats on edge. You relax, and they both calm down beside you.
Unfortunately for you, this striped cat is sitting on some of your papers.
Right, papers. You were doing some work. You needed those papers.
You scoot the cat away and take a look at the papers.
Your eyes widen as you realize what you’re holding.
The missing report, the voices clamber over each other, the missing report!
All the anxiety that had been lingering wafts away in a long sigh.
You have the report. You’re okay. You’re not going to be fired. Everything will be okay.
You take a final breath.
You’re going to be okay.
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worms-for-brains · 1 day ago
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you're the only person i've seen draw könig right thank you for your service
Lmao thank you 😭
To be honest, I just like the idea of König being some, indescribable thing that stands apart from the normalcy. He’s human, but there’s something about him that’s just
 slightly off. But that’s just my interpretation 😝
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silentmisery-04 · 1 day ago
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I see this little guy is making the rounds again
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Tiny König, hiding behind cup.
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hikaruthewolf · 5 months ago
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He stayed for breakfast - Hikaru
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xenzou · 8 months ago
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baby
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sibho0 · 4 months ago
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full on twitter and telegram.
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giotanner · 2 months ago
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Lt. Simon Ghost Riley finds himself having to barter a trade with KorTac, the private military company in which Konig serves. The two are professionals; that doesn't mean there aren't disagreements (honestly, I think Konig's attitude-at least from his lines-really bothers Ghost. Ghost has a British hilarity, that dry humor that is not expansive, and he is quite stoic). Ghost is counting the days that will bring him back to Task Force 141!
Please REBLOG IT / support it on my tiktok
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aasteraarts · 4 days ago
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Well, well, the question is...ăƒŸ(ïżŁâ–œïżŁ)
You come home, turn on the light and see it, what's your reaction? ( ÍĄ~ ͜ʖ ͥ°)
A whole month! (⊙ˍ⊙) I spent almost a whole month drawing it, but now I feel such euphoria from its completion (❀ ω ❀)
P.S. The blanket is an exact copy of my real blanket he-he-he ( ͥ° ͜ʖ ͥ°)
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A little closereeee ïŒˆă€ƒïœ€ 3â€Č〃)
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konigsblog · 4 months ago
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Goblin!König and reader who accidentally stumbles across him deep within the forest. 🍄
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lycheedr3ams · 2 months ago
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This would fix me
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gremlinmodetweeker · 12 days ago
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In the cat AU would either guy feel bad if they give reader a particularly bad scratch or bite. I imagine after reader pulling cat!König away from food he gets a good scratch on their face. LOVE YOUR WRITING and have an amazing day !!!
Oh my goodness you are far too sweet! I genuinely cannot express how thankful I am for these lovely comments!
But yes, how would the kitters feel after scratching Owner? Well, the simple answer is: bad. But how bad? That varies.
Horangi is a bit of an ass. He's got a massive ego and in turn justifies all his bad acts. He's not a thief, he's a collector! He isn't loud and obnoxious, he's got a bombastic personality! And if he's trying to bat at you and get your attention but accidentally catches your skin instead of your sleeve? Well then that's just your fault. You should've been staying still instead of pacing nervously in your room. He tried to show you he cared, but you went ahead and made it worse!
Most of the time, Horangi is the one to use claws anyways. He loves to hide around corners and under furniture to attack your feet. He's a brutal beast. But, if he does dig in too far, he'll go off about how you shouldn't be such vulnerable prey. He's trying to make you a better solider! You should be prepared for attack at all times!
After König sits on him for a minute he does relent. He finally admits it was a mistake and yes, of course he feels bad. Why wouldn't he feel bad for hurting you? You're his owner, after all! He loves you!
After an hour (of König forcing him to fess up), he'll pad over and try to play with you. He'll bring over a toy for fetch or some sort of toy to play. If he really got you bad, he'll brush his head against your side and let you scratch his head. Horangi doesn't often like to be pet, but he'll tolerate it to make it up to you.
König is a bit different. König is prone to accidentally scratching, but not because he tries to attack you or swat at you like Horangi. In truth, König is actually a very cuddly sweet cat. He's a bit grungy, but he's a very loving cat. The problem with König is that he's anxious all the time.
When I was young, I had a very nervous cat. I feel bad because I didn't help that cat in any way (I'd always try to play with her and she did not like that) but she was also just naturally an anxious cat. She had a very interesting thing where she never fully sheathed her claws. She was always on edge, so wherever she went you'd hear a little tap tap tap tap tap when she walked on the linoleum floors. She was only ever silent on carpet.
König is much the same. He's always anxious as a cat, so he's always got his claws out a bit. It's so natural for him that he just... forgets. He forgets that he hasn't actually fully retracted his claws. So sometimes he'll playfully bat at you and accidentally leave a scratch or two. Sometimes, he might just be desperate to run away from a bath and accidentally digs in deep into your arm, or you're trying to drag him away from the food and he gets a good scratch in.
He's immediately distraught. He is bending over backwards to try and cuddle you to say sorry after. He genuinely adores you and he can't believe he accidentally hurt his precious owner. He'll often try to lick the wounds and will purposefully force himself to fully retract his claws so he can 'hug' your hands and nuzzle against you. He really goes over the top with apologies.
So, Horangi is a dick, but that's kind of expected of him. König is a big softie that feels terrible, that's also expected. What's not expected is that they actually try to make it up to you. They're both very loving cats, albeit in their own ways.
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worms-for-brains · 5 months ago
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Too much sexy König. Not enough creature König.
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mesukohi · 1 year ago
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"I can make you talk"
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hikaruthewolf · 6 months ago
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You walk in and see this. Your reaction?~ ____ Check the full in reply~
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blotomical · 6 months ago
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emmaseesghosts · 1 year ago
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New obsession unlocked 👑
My king
König
This is how I image him,so this is in no way an official thing,just my imagination đŸ« 
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