#Oc: Catherine piec

[lostfirefly]

Buggy is getting closer to his dream :) Ask Catherine to marry him :) Nothing, just fun and shitty shit again :)

Buggy was pacing the floor, muttering to himself while Cabaji sat upside down on a barrel, sharpening a sword he didn't need sharpening.

“Okay, hear me out,” Buggy barked suddenly. “I want to propose to Catherine.”

"Yeah, I know that. You told me." Cabaji didn’t even look up. “Yaaay! Finally.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“You've told me this for the tenth time in 2 days.”

“What? I didn't do that!”

“You did. I counted. And remember. You monologue.”

“But it has to be perfect, dude! I’m not just some guy!” Buggy collapsed on the floor. “I’m Buggy D. Clown, Captain Extraordinaire!”

“You want fireworks? A marching band? Richie in a tux?” Cabaji raised eyebrows.

“Write that down.” Buggy snapped his fingers. “Maybe to do that during the show?”

“How did you imagine it?”

“Don't know-o-oooow!!” Buggy whined. “The crowd. Me. Singing. Catherine is looking at me. Oh! Oh! Let’s… rehearse it.”

“Wh—!!” Cabaji blinked. “Wait. You want to rehearse the proposal? With me?”

“Who else, huh?” Buggy stood up, adjusting his jeans. “Richie can’t hold the ring. And Mohji’s too emotional, he’d start crying before I said ‘will.’ And anyway, he is now with Catherine in the museum.”

“Never in my life!! I’m not kneeling for you.”

“You’re kneeling for art, Cabaji. Now shut up and pretend you’re Cathie.”

Cabaji groaned but stood up, rolled his eyes, and with the resignation of a man who knew there was no escape got down on one knee. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever...”

Buggy dropped to his knee, too.

“What are you doing?” Cabaji blinked.

“I panicked!”

“You were supposed to stay standing, dumbass!”

“YOU LOOKED TOO COMMITTED, I PANICKED!”

They froze in awkward silence, both on one knee, facing each other.

“Are we getting married now?” Cabaji deadpanned.

“NO, YOU IDIOT!” Buggy slapped Cabaji.

“Ouch!!” Cabaji scratched his head. “Wait. Why... if I'm Catherine, am I on one knee? Shouldn't it be you?”

“I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS SHOULD BE DONE!!!" Buggy scrambled up. “Okay, okay, let's reset! You’re Catherine. Be Catherine!”

“I WAS HER!!” Cabaji sighed. "I’ll just summon every ounce of confused disappointment in my soul.”

“Shut up!” Buggy cleared his throat, openinh a ring box with a plastic candy ring inside. “Catherine, my little cotton candy ghost...”

“Already awful,” Cabaji muttered.

“Fuck you honestly!” Buggy kicked him in the shin. “I know I’m loud, messy sometimes...”

“Every day, not sometimes.”

“But I love you more than treasure. More than pizza. More than… even me.”

“Wow!” Cabaji clapped theatrically. "She would be happy to hear that."

“Right?!” Buggy beamed. “Too much?”

“You know what? You might be ready.” Cabaji actually stood up and dusted off his pants.

“Really?”

“Yes. And if you don’t propose to her soon, I will. Because at this point I think I fell for you a little.”

“Too late, I only love one woman.”

“Then go and ask her before I get stuck doing this again tomorrow.” Cabaji rolled his eyes.

“You’re still on backup duty. In case I pass out.”

“Of course I am,” Cabaji sighed, walking off. “Always the maid of honor in this freak show.”

[truehauntings]

can i hear about your ocs from the midsummer post ?

Yes!!!!

Ok, so, Catherine Appleby is a witch, - specialty: necromancy to be exact - and she lives in a small and haunted cottage in the late Victorian era (maybe), doing witchy things and selling witchy stuff. She is not talented at practising necromancy which is probably the reason why the ghosts stuck around. She is sarcastic, stoic and a bit of a lone wolf. Also quite gay.

Her previous girlfriend died and her mentor is a healer who couldnt save her because it was too late ("I can heal people who are sick or injured, I can't bring them back to life") so Catherine, heartbroken, is questioning the healing path more and more and she decides to pursue necromancy to be able to do that.

One time one of her necromancy spells goes wrong and instead of putting someone dead from the past into the future, still alive, she accidentally catapults someone from the 21st century into her own time.

Introducing: Evelyn Mellington. I don't have such a grasp on her character yet but I do like to imagine she is somewhat of a goth and quite drawn to antiques/the past/history in the first place. She likes to bond with the ghosts in the house and finds the time travelling adventure absolutely fascinating. (Self insert here, ngl).

Since Evelyn is not a magician, Catherine, with a somewhat guilty concience about this whole thing, tries to teach Evelyn magic, so she can get back to her own time. Hijinks ensue.

Also they fall in love.

I have created them in the Sims one time, here's how they look (Catherine on the left, Evelyn on the right):

(Ignore their not historically accurate hair)

Historical census coincidence, maybe a gay one, in the tags🫡

[thetwstwildcard]

Lizz wips going into the last normal week of the semester (since the week after is finals week)

Chibi piece update, playful lands oc wip (she has wooden arm and leg prosthetics, very inspired by Beast from Black Butler since I see Fellow as very Joker) and finally a Catherine casual outfit (the tattoo is now official in her design. You can tell the siblings share some fashion)

[lazyroseart]

It's my birthday so Imma just post my recent redraw lol plus the past ones cause this is is the third time (Didn't do one last year)

[justarandomidiot1]

James Riley Appreciation Week!

Family / Angst

So I made this headcanon a few years ago that after the events of Story Thieves, Christian and Catherine decide to have another kid, but I couldn't decide the gender of the kid and ended up making fraternal twins. Bethany and Orion are now big siblings to two more half fictional children.

This is the first time I drew the twins and gave them names lmao maybe i'll draw them again in the future

[kvroii]

Sketching with the binary brush in SAI.

[brainyxbat]

Recast for one of my favorite music videos!

[lostfirefly]

One of my upcoming flashbacks.

Buggy x Catherine

"Maybe jeans and a t-shirt? No! No, Catherine! Today's your special day! You're going to Buggy's performance after all. This is your first visit to his show as his girlfriend. Secret girlfriend. You gotta look special. Oh! A green dress! To match the color of his eyes. And a blue bag to match his hair color!” Catherine squealed happily, jumping near the closet. She got dressed, turned around in front of the mirror and went for a walk before the show.

This week’s word is…

✨ TURN ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[kumkaniudaku]

Peace and Quiet

Summary: Terry spends a summer day with Patrice.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Patrice Ellis)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Blood, and Injury

The worst had come for Deidra Richmond and the Richmond family. 

Months of doctor’s visits leading to long hospital stays full of machines that beeped incessantly to taunt any who found enough courage to visit Catherine Alexander slowly devolved into a grim diagnosis, rapidly declining health, hospice care, and, finally, the end. At 75 years old, Catherine transitioned to a realm beyond the physical to suffer no more from the pain of late stage breast cancer. She passed away with her loved ones standing beside her bed, oscilating between laughter and painful wailing until the sounds became one. 

Terry watched his mother crumple into a mess of tears from the doorframe before turning away to entertain his twin sisters who couldn’t quite piece together what was happening with grandma. He could though. He knew exactly what’d happened to grandma. He’d never hug her neck again and hear his nickname, Peanut, come in her wonderful high-pitched Southern drawl. She wouldn’t make him another double chocolate cake for Thanksgiving or gift him sneakers for Christmas. All of her birthday cards were no more. Monetary gifts for good grades became relics of a time before his first dose of grief nearly knocked the wind from his lungs. Grandma was gone. 

A full day of crying and consoling two ten year olds clinging to their big brother quickly became a dizzying week full of people parading in and out of the Richmond household. Routine condolences became like nails on Terry’s mental chalkboard. Yes, he knew how much his grandma loved him. No, he didn’t know where he mother wanted the flowers. He didn’t want to be strong. He wouldn’t be okay. He just wanted to be left alone and released from walls closing in one him with every unwanted hug and request to help type the funeral program. 

Patrice offered to come over on day two. She could sense his heavy heart over the phone when he called to break the news and ask if her mom knew how to make a good potato salad because his aunt was still barred from making the dish for their family after the last debacle. 

“Yeah, she does,” Patrice answered, hoping he could hear the sympathy in her voice. “I could bring some by if you wanna taste.” 

Terry sighed and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Actually, can I come over there instead?”

He didn’t stay long for his first visit. Rosalyn offered the boy with a forlorn smile and tired eyes a healthy helping of her special dish and he picked his way through it, too sad to say anything but a quiet “thank you” and ask if she minded making more for the repast. 

“Of course, baby. Whatever you need.” Rosalyn didn’t need Patrice’s pleading to convince her. Terry was just as much one of her children as Patrice and Junior. 

Mournful silence followed the pair out to the driveway as they prepared to part ways and agree on the what time Patrice should meet at Terry’s house to accompany him to the funeral. 

He stopped short at his truck’s driver’s side and leaned against the door to face Patrice. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Treece. It just gonna be a bunch of people crying and actin’ like they ever came to see her when she was sick.” 

“Stop sayin’ that, TJ,” Patrice admonished. “If you’re going, I’m going. So I’ll have my mama drop me and the food off at 10, okay?” 

“Yeah.” Passing cars swept Terry’s murmured response into their cacophony of sounds. Eyes committed to counting the pebbles beneath his feet finally looked up to ask the question clawing at his throat, itching to break free. “Can I…come back tomorrow?” 

It was then, with the summer sun high in a cloudless sky, that Patrice could see the faint pink hue coloring the whites of his eyes. Tears shed in private and a burden far too heavy for a child brought to light without a word spoken between them. She didn’t draw attention to her discovery or reach out to pull his shoulders into a tight hug in the only window of unsupervised time they’d had all day. 

Instead she nodded and answered plainly. “Come here whenever you want.” 

Patrice didn’t ask either of her parents for their blessing. She didn’t consult them for permission or even alert them to Terry’s intention to use their home as his escape pod. When Rosalyn found him sulking at the kitchen table, a bowl of chips and half eaten sandwich in front of him while he stared absently into the distance, she didn’t disturb his moment of reflection. She didn’t scold Patrice for her lack of communication or tiptoe around as if she’d inherited an unwanted house guest. Leon didn’t ask questions when he found Terry dressed in all black and quietly watching Junior play video games with Patrice nowhere in sight instead of eating dinner with his extended family a neighborhood over. No one said anything when a week had passed and their bonus kid and extra sibling was still finding solace in a home free of death’s heaviness. 

Lunch had just wrapped when Terry trudged up the front steps, rang the doorbell twice to cue Patrice, and slipped into the ice cold confines of his safe space. 

“You look tired.” Patrice didn’t mince words and Terry couldn’t find it within himself to lie his way through an answer. 

He shrugged. “I was helping my mama clean up Granny’s house last night. Guess it got late.” 

“Did you sleep after that,” Patrice questioned over her shoulder as he followed her toward her bedroom.

“Kinda hard to get rest when you have two kids in your bed.” His attempt at a laugh sounded more like a bitter huff, dry and lacking the goofy joy only Patrice was privy to on a day to day. 

She followed his every move around the room while carefully propping the door open for when her mother eventually made her way back in from Mrs. Wright’s next door vegetable garden. 

The weary sigh escaping his lungs melded with slow moving, heavy legs easing his body into her favorite chair in the house. Patrice made herself comfortable at the head of her bed, allowing silence to blanket the room.

Terry let his eyes drift closed for a moment, only to open them and find a set etched with concern staring back at him. “I’m fine, Treece,” he asserted, hoping to quell any worry. “What’s the plan for today? Wanna take Junior to the skate park like we promised?” 

“I think my daddy wants y’all’s help finishing that bench swing on the back. Then maybe we get ice cream after that?” 

“Sure.” Terry’s thoughts had taken him to some far off land too secluded for even Patrice to accompany him on his journey, leaving her with a half-assed response and a friend staring blankly at the wall ahead. 

Patrice shifted in her cross-legged position before speaking. “Are you…okay, TJ?” The question felt incomplete and went entirely unanswered, but not unheard. Terry quickly glanced in Patrice’s direction but remained silent. She tried again. “If you aren’t we can talk. Or we can sit here and watch movies until my daddy gets back. It’s up to you.” 

Still nothing. Time passed painfully slow while Patrice waited for any sign that Terry might twist the lid on canned emotions and welcome her inside his head. But, he provided nothing and she didn’t press. 

Terry sat motionless, suspended in a state of paralysis, wanting to speak but not possessing an iota of strength to open his mouth and ask for help. He was drowning. Water from his tears and some of his mothers had long engulfed him a wrafthful, unyielding high tide slowly pulling him into water too deep for rescue. He wrestled with himself, desperately begging his tongue to move to no avail. 

A wavering breath steadied rising emotions as Patrice appeared to give up on any possibility of a conversation and searched her nightstand for the television remote. “No.” His voice paused Patrice’s shuffling to shift her attention across the room. Terry closed his eyes and sighed again to push the words out of his mouth. “All my days are bad. Unless I’m over here. Then it’s less bad. I know I have to be happy for Zanah and Zorah and mom and dad so they don’t have to worry about me too, but -” He paused to gather the anger bubbling inside his chest before starting a new thought. “I like being here. It’s peaceful. Cold as bitch, but still. It’s a good break.”

Patrice scooched closer to the edge of the bed to lay on her stomach and study Terry. He kept his gaze low to avoid eye contact he knew would make him cry in the presence of his own high school crush to stick past a few weeks.

“You’re dramatic about the cold. It’s hot as the Devil’s kneecaps and you worried about the cold,” she joked. Terry allowed himself the gift of laughter, chuckling along with Patrice before finding enough resolve to return her curious stare. She offered a smile that he mirrored without effort. “I can’t tell you what to do, but it might help for you to spend a little more time with your mom. I’m sure she misses having you around. Maybe y’all could figure out how to be happy together.”

An unreceptive heart and mind sorted Patrice’s lofty idea into the pile of advice Terry had labled nice but ultimately just a thing to say when someone dies. He shrugged in indifference then slid deeper into her beanbag that had all but molded itself into his body shape after days of being its only inhabitant. “Maybe. Can you find something to watch, though, Confucius?” 

Roller her eyes, Patrice mumbled a retort under her breath and turned on the TV to scroll through the channels list for something worth their while. A seemingly endless search yielded little results, leaving Terry to drift back to his private mental island. Already waning speech crept to a halt. Defenses lowered. Limbs became putty under the weight of crisp air conditioning blowing from the vent across the room.

“Wanna watch Bad Boys 2?” Patrice’s question fell on deaf ears for a spell before she looked in his direction. Her frown slowly loosened into a fond smile while she watched his chest rise and fall, mouth slightly ajar to release the beginnings of a deep snore. Tossing a pillow from her bed, Patrice sent a soft mound of down feathers to startle him awake. She snickered at the wild look on his face when he came to. “Movie or no movie TJ?” 

“Girl! Movie! I said that, right? I said movie,” he grumbled, placing the pillow behind his head and wiggling his long body until he was comfortable again. “You play so much, Treece.” 

She waved him away and selected their first feature of the afternoon. “Whatever.”

Martin Lawrence and Will Smith had at least one active viewer. The other, slumped on the floor with a bean bag chair and an orange satin pillow case as a makeshift bed, chose dreaming as the alternative to action packed comedy. Patrice resisted the jester on her shoulder recommending different ways to interrupt his rest and convince him to join her for hijinks and pointless conversation, preferring to quietly slip a throw blanket over his body, draw the curtains, and tip-toe out of the room.

Life in the Ellis household went on with Terry out cold on Patrice’s bedroom floor. Rosalyn put a snack to the side for when eventually emerged from slumber. Junior tried his hardest to keep his voice down in the bedroom just down the hall with threats on his summer freedom as a motivator. Leon, though worn ragged from a days work and ready to start his weekend with a cold beer in the backyard, delayed completing his wife’s porch swing project to allow Terry a little more time to nap. All in the home conspired together to allow the young boy with heavy burdens space and opportunity for needed rest. 

Two hours later, once the sun had started to cast orange and pink hues on the city and turned the backyard into a golden paradise, Terry appeared in the living room feeling emotionally lighter and ready to work. Patrice saw him first and offered a small wave and smile that he returned with more visible happiness than before. She was right about the nap, and when she wasn’t so hellbent on gloating in her wins one day, he’d tell her she was right about him being tired.

He gave his thanks to Mrs. Ellis for saving a sandwich for him, playfully wrestled with Junior to satisfy his need for a little boyish horseplay, then dutifully follow Mr. Ellis outside to see his joint work through to completion. 

Patrice played supervisor as she stood with her arms folded and eyes darting between Terry’s muscles contracting from the effort and various blunders from the motley crew of handymen trying and failing to hoist the bench onto its metal chain.

“Alright, lift one more time, boys. I think I got it now,” Leon instructed Terry from the top rung on his ladder. 

Terry and Junior signaled their understanding then counted down from three to brace themselves for their fourth attempt. 

Counting down from three was inexplicably confused with counting to three in Junior’s mind. Somewhere in the middle, wires were crossed, yelps of pain rang out loud enough to disturb a flock of birds perched on the nearby wooden fence, and blood from a deep gash in Terry’s hand trickled down his aching, bruised fingers. 

He hopped around the back porch grimmacing and holding his hand while Junior apologized profusely. “It’s okay,” Terry gritted through clinched teeth. “Can I get a bandaid?” 

“Oh my God,” Patrice gawked. “Terry! Come inside and sit down. Mama!”

“Son, you gon’ need more than a bandaid. Ros! Grab the kit! The boy damn near lost his hand!” 

Leon’s exaggeration nearly sent Terry into shock as he wobbled his way into the kitchen. He finally understood where Patrice got her flare for the dramatic once Rosalyn had carefully cleared away all the blood and debris to reveal an ugly but totally normal cut running the width of his palm. 

While she worked to heal his wound with gentle care, Terry’s mind drifted to his mother a few neighborhoods over and what she might do to make him feel better. He knew she’d go to great lengths to kiss away his pain and mend his body until hurt passed and all that was left was her love. She deserved as much from him. They deserved as much from each other. He had to get home. 

Down one unharmed hand and up an almost full roll of gauze wrapped around his palm, Terry walked in front of Patrice on the way to his truck, laughing at the spectacle from before. 

Terry took a gander at his new accessory and chuckled. “At least I get a couple days out of conditioning. Shoutout to Junior for that.” 

“I don’t even know why Daddy had him out there. The boy gets out of school and forgets how to count every summer. Now I can’t get any ice cream!” Their shared laughter rang out on the empty street, floating into the sunset intertwined like two pieces of a whole. “When you come back tomorrow, I’ll have some cupcakes or something for you. By then, Daddy oughta had somebody by here to hang that thing and we can sit outside.” 

Terry chewed his bottom lip before responding. “Uh…I think I’m gonna hang out with my mama tomorrow, actually. Probably go get lunch or something. You can come too, if you want.” 

“No, that’s okay. Don’t even think about me. Spend some time with your mom. It’ll be good for you two.” Patrice didn’t hesitate to quell Terry’s anxiety with a tight squeeze around his shoulders. “Drive safe, Terry. Let me know when you get home.”

Terry brought his uninjured hand to the small of Patrice’s back and pressed her closer. “I will. Love you.” 

“Yeah. Love you, too.”

Quick bursts of electric energy passed between them before becoming the very energy to repel their bodies for good. 

Terry flashed a final smile at Patrice, putting all 32 teeth on display, then climbed into the front seat to make sense of driving without his dominant hand. The loud roar of his engine and two quick honks sent signaled his departure. Patrice chose to stand in the driveway until his was out of sight, giving Terry a mental picture to cherish forever as she grew smaller in his rear view mirror. 

He smiled when she finally seemed to go inside, unaware of the heart string spooling its way into existence.

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[janeuary-month]

End of event round-up!

Thank you to everyone who created such amazing fanworks for Janeuary 2025, and to those who supported the creators by reading, leaving kudos and comments, and liking and reblogging!

Major kudos to Kalee233 and @arsenic-lobster who each created something for every single day of the event! Wow!

Also a special shout-out to these folks who created for over 15 of the days: @elmorinn, @jomiddlemarch, @dionysiaproductions, Kissed _by_Circe

But even if you created for only one day, we’re so thrilled you did. As of today, 57 creators together added 104 fics (view the entire collection on AO3) and 40 pieces of art related to Jane Austen into the world!

🙏 Before I give you any other stats, can I ask you to take 1 minute to fill out this survey about the event? Thanks!

Ok, now that that’s done, here's some other stats (which are subject to change as people keep submitting late works—it’s still not too late to do that, folks!):

Total # of all fanworks: 172

Fanfic: 98 works

Fanart: 27

OC art: 13

Fanvids: 6

Memes: 6

OC fic: 6

Comics: 5

Gifsets: 4

Edits: 3

Moodboards: 2

Crack: 1

Photography: 1

All fandoms: 25

Pride and Prejudice: 62 works

Persuasion: 30

Emma: 24

Sense and Sensibility: 23

Original works (no fandom): 22

Northanger Abbey: 19

Mansfield Park: 6

Rivals: 4

Sanditon: 2

Beauty and the Beast: 2

ACOTAR: 2

1 work each: Attack on Titan, Avatar: The Legend of Korra, Blackadder, The Borgias, The Good Place, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, Leverage, Lord of the Rings, Mass Effect, MCU, The Mirror Visitor, Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

We also had 2 works about Jane Austen herself, and I’m not sure what fandom to count that as: Jane Austen RPF?

Top 13 daily prompts used:

Day 1 Letters: 22 works

Day 4 Portraiture and Day 16 Gossip are tied: 16 works each

Day 2 Harp: 15

Day 6 Restraint and Day 13 Christian name are tied: 13 works each

3-way tie between Day 3 Bath, Day 8 Cravat, and Day 20 Dearest: 12 works each

4-way tie between Day 11 Card playing, Day 14 Pianoforte, 19 Lock of hair, Day 30 Garden: 11 works each

Top 10 characters used:

Elizabeth Bennet

Fitzwilliam Darcy

Anne Elliot

Emma Woodhouse

Captain Wentworth

Marianne Dashwood

Catherine Morland

George Knightley

Colonel Brandon

Henry Tilney

Top 10 ships used:

Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy

Anne Elliot/Captain Wenworth

George Knightley/Emma Woodhouse

Colonel Brandon/Marianne Dashwood

Catherine Morland/Henry Tilney

Charles Bingley/Jane Bennet

4-way tie between Catherine & Isabella, Charlotte & Elizabeth, Charlotte/Collins, and Elinor & Marianne

Observations, surprises, and learnings

Mostly canon pairings: Almost everyone depicted canon romantic and platonic pairings. Only 7 romantic ships were non-canon pairings, and they each had only 1 work. Not a single one was gay! 😢 (Which is motivating me to finally write that Wentworth/Brandon fic for next year!)

Mostly core Austen fandoms: I expected a lot more works from non-Austen fandoms, given how often I see people draw and write Regency AUs for every fandom under the sun, as well as original works, and given how many people from non-Austen fandoms I notified about the event! Also, not a single work was submitted related to a modern Austen adaptation, like Bride and Prejudice, Clueless, or Lizzie Bennet Diaries. I’m not disappointed by any of this, just surprised.

Very few gifs: While I love the 4 new gifsets made for the event, I was disappointed there were only 4, considering how many Austen gifsets I see made for Period Drama Appreciation Week, for instance, and how popular Austen gifsets are on Tumblr. Next year, I will make a concerted effort to contact more gif-makers. (And if you have any you’d love to see join, tell them about this blog! I only just found out about @regencysource yesterday, curses!)

Creativity boost: Several people told me that this event inspired them to start writing again after a block, or post a fic for the first time, or finish a fic they were stuck on. This was so wonderful to hear that the event boosted creators in this way! It made me so very happy. ❤️

Prompt interpretation: My goal with the prompts was that they be somewhat Austen/Regency-specific but not the standard, obvious choices like balls, dancing, proposals, etc., because those wouldn’t be very inspiring since they’re so common already. It was a joy to see the different ways that people used the prompts. For instance, Bath the place vs bath the activity, or literally hunting animals vs figuratively hunting men. And even the folks who used modern AUs found ways to make the very dated prompts like cravat and calling cards work! Bravo on everyone’s creativity!

👉  If you have any suggestions for prompts for next year, or other feedback, I’d love it if you shared it with me via this very short and easy survey!

I had a blast hosting this, so Janeuary will definitely be back for 2026! Keep your eyes peeled for the prompts in September!

[lostfirefly]

(I saw it in my dream and immediately wrote this letter down. Probably my inner Buggy needs support. I still believe he has a kind heart, and he is also incredibly strong, although he himself does not notice it)

Buggy unwrapped the bag of warm sandwiches that Catherine had made him that morning. She looked at him differently after his story about Cross Guild yesterday, and he couldn't help but notice.

"What is this?" He felt the paper in the bag and took it out.

A letter from Catherine. She always left him cheerful notes. Buggy settled himself more comfortably in his chair, took a bite of the sandwich, and opened the folded piece of paper.

My Buggy, I see you. Not just the loud one. Not just the “big boss” who throws knives and talks too much and makes people laugh when he’s secretly falling apart. I see you. The you that shakes when no one’s looking. The you that wonders if they’ll ever stop hurting you. The you that feels like maybe.. just maybe... you don’t deserve better. You do. You were never weak for falling. You were strong for surviving. For still breathing with cracked ribs and a bleeding heart. For holding on, even when everything in you said to let go. They kicked you, mocked you, stripped you down, but you’re still here. That’s not failure, Buggy. That’s power. And when the world spits in your face, I’ll be there. With a warm towel, a bad joke, and arms that will never, ever let you fall alone again. Because I believe in you. Even when you don’t. Because I love you. Even when you can’t. And because no matter how many times the world tries to bury you, I’ll be right beside you, digging you out. You’re not a joke to me. You’re my whole world. Now come home. I’m not done hugging you and kissing your red nose yet. With love, Cathie-pie

[lostfirefly]

OMG!!!! Thank thank you, my dear!

(squealing and kicking my legs)

Quick sketch for @lostfirefly to boost her mood!

Catherine and Buggy from her Birthday fic🖤✨

[deansapplepie]

Use me as you Wish

Summary: Catherine Greene’s life was upside down and Daryl’s hopes were shattered in a million pieces. They found some solace in each other that night.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Catherine Greene (OC)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions about death, mentions of putting people down, mentions of sickness, smut, sex, unprotected p in v, cum eating (?), vulnerability, Cath is 30 yo. Slightly proof read, so may contain mistakes. Minors do not interact, 18+.

A/N: there’s been years I don’t write and OC and I don’t write in first person, so I’m somehow excited about it and anxious too. I wanted to create an OC again and I had this wish of writing a Greene character different from the ones I usually see on the stories and how I actually think would be a Hershel daughter in a relationship with Daryl and also how I think Hershel would have reacted. No Hershel here, but here is my Greene OC on this first piece of story. Also, nothing against other Greene readers or OCs I saw around, I just wanted to do mine.

I didn’t want this first story to be smut, but it looks like everything I touch becomes smut. 😅

I never believed the dead people walking around were actually sick, I saw sick people before. I saw my stepmom and step brother getting sick and eventually dying. Those were not them anymore but they looked like them and because of that I didn’t do anything when my dad locked them in the old barn. What could I do? We had no information about anything anymore so I just trusted whatever my father believe, who could be wiser than him at the moment? Later I learned the dead people should be put ‘dead’ again, but I would never have it in me to do that to ‘them’. I also didn’t do anything as he continued to lock neighbors and other ones that were found wandering around the farm. I couldn’t kill a chicken, would I ever be able to kill one of those creatures? I didn’t know how to shoot, I also didn’t know how to stab. Once, my dad tried to teach me how to kill a pig, I missed the heart and just put the poor thing into more suffering.

All that being said, the mixed feelings I had, when the group that came from Atlanta opened the barn and shoot one after the other, the neighbors and my family, could be easily explained. Well, some people could understand that at the same time I felt relieved they were put to rest and we didn’t had to worry with the danger, I also felt sorrow because if there was any hope they could be cured or brought back, it didn’t exist anymore.

After that so many things happened and I didn’t know exactly how but I remember one minute I was in the kitchen and the next I was standing in the middle of his camp a recipient with dinner in my hand, offering peace, maybe? Since they arrived I couldn’t take my eyes from him and he would haunt my thoughts night and day, like a teenage girl with a crush, but the thing was… I was far from this.

The curiosity brought me closer to him, or as close as he would allow me. I tried to help as much as I could about the girl they were looking for, I brought to them the things my dad allowed us to share with them, I helped taking care of him when he got injured. So we would talk, he was witty, sassy and grumpy. He was masculine, rustic and handsome. I was bewitched by him, and he didn’t even know he could do this.

“Watcha doing here?” I was startled by his voice, lost in my thoughts in the middle of his camp which he had changed for a place farther than everyone’s.

“I brought you dinner, you didn’t join us.” I answered calmly although I sensed the bitter tone in his voice.

“What? Did ya expect me to join you after all that happened and play house?” He towered me, the moonlight iluminated his skin… he was so handsome, but also could be intimidating. I constantly felt intimidated, but there was just something to him that kept me going on.

“I… I never expected it, Daryl. Never wanted you to act as if nothing happened. I know how much effort you put on it.”

“Yeah… why did ya hid the fact the girl was there all that time? Why didn’t ya say anything about the barn?” By that time he knew none of us knew Sophia was there, but I got it. He was upset. He was upset with me, I never said anything about the barn. That was something I knew. Something I could have shared.

“I was scared, ok? My dad said to not tell a thing! Do you think I ever felt comfortable having them so close?” My voice tone got higher for the first time.

“Didn’t seem uncomfortable ta me.” His eyes burned into mine, eyes so gentle before seamed able to make a hole into my soul at any moment.

“I was! It was so difficult knowing my stepmother and stepbrother were there. I couldn’t do anything for them.” I still remembered the day we locked them there.

“Could’ve put an end on this for them.” It’s so easy to say it when you’re Daryl Dixon.

“Could I? You saw how I shoot, you saw how I hold a knife all kind of wrongs! Do you think I could have done that and survived?” Our chests were pretty much against each other and how we got this close is still a mystery to me.

I could listen to his breath, loud and raged. I felt his chest every time he breathed. His warm breath fanned over my face and his blue eyes that bored into my brown ones had something that I couldn’t read this time. Was it understanding? Defiance? There was something else in it. “Cath…” The nickname rolled easy from his tongue it was the first time he didn’t called me Catherine or any other silly nickname he decided to use.

“Yes?” I answered breathlessly, the air had been stolen from my lungs, my eyes glued to his face, descended to his lips, the same lips I had seen my name rolling from.

My lips were parted as if they seek for air, his eyes descended to them and in the next moment I understood that when my nickname left his lips, that was an alert, a warning. I wouldn’t listen to it anyways. His lips crashed against mine, fervent, urgent, a surprise I was willing to reciprocate. All those days feeling bothered, flustered… the attraction I felt for him finally having the upper hand.

When I hit my back against a tree, I noticed we had walked and now his body pressed me to it. The recipient with his food? I had no idea where I lost it. One of his hands laid on my waist while the other grabbed my thigh lifting my leg and pressing our centers together.

“Tell me ta stop… tell me…” His lips hovered mine, so close but stopping the kiss completely.

“Daryl… use me.” The words I never expected saying left my lips. “Do everything you want, use me as you wish…” I murmured feverishly, I would be lying if I said he was the only one that was going to use someone. I was also using him, at that moment I just wanted to forget. Forget everything that happened earlier, forget my dad had disappeared, forget the state Beth was in the moment and to begin with… forget how angry he was at me when that conversation began.

He crashed his lips against mine again, my back pressioned against the tree. My legs locked around his waist and his fingers burried in the flash of my thighs, his hands were warn against my skin my dress skirt rising up. I put my arms around his neck and my finger locked around his short hair.

We stopped the kiss, gasping for air, but not for too long. He walked with me on his arms taking me to his tent and laying on the cot, not very delicately I must say, but at that moment I didn’t mind. I needed him. Fast. Raw. Primal.

I kicked my boots the faster I could. He took off my dress urgently, his eyes popping when he noticed I didn’t wear a bra. I sensed he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He immediately mouthed one of my breasts, nibbling it and swirling his tongue around the erected nipple, I caressed the back of his head pressing his face more against me. “Oh, Daryl…” I moaned, as he bit my skin harshly. That would definitely leave a mark, thankfully a hidden one. He changed his attention to the other one, it was delicious.

When I said he could use me, I thought he would do it, think only about him, but here he was making me feel so good. Maybe, he needed this and I had told him to use me as he wished, hadn’t I?

I heard the noise of his belt being unbuckled and excitement rushed through me. His mouth left my skin and before I had the chance of doing anything, or taking a peak at his hard cock, he got me in a sitting position. He was on his knees, sitting on his legs, and me? Well, he lifted me to sit on him, his hand descended to my clothed pussy, the anticipation consuming me… He put my panties aside and positioned his cock with my entrance going all the way in in just one swift movement. A loud cry left my lips while he groaned, almost painfully.

“Ya okay?” He asked, talking for the first time since we started.

“Yeah, just keep going. I need this, we need this.” I was so full all at once that it felt a little overwhelming but that’s how it was supposed to be. That’s what I wanted to feel.

He helped moving me up and down on him, he trusting his hips against mine. My lips encountered his one more time, I could never get enough of it. Our kiss muffled his groans and my moans, his hand grabbed firmly on my waist and thigh, his fingers imprinting on my soul.

His mouth descended to my jaw, my neck and went back to my breasts where he got back to his earlier work. Definitely a tits man, or maybe just a man that knew how to appreciate a women’s body because the way he grabbed my thighs and ass… I continued pressing his face against my skin, my hand on his nape locked on his short hair while our hips moved frantically against each other making the most sinful sounds.

I was close, that coil was building in my lower stomach and my walls contracted around him. “Daryl… I’m close…” I felt it could be at any moment.

“Come on, kitten. Let it go… cum fer me.” He said by my ear when he raised his face.

I crumbled in one big electrifying wave, my hips moving aimlessly, my head thrown back as my body convulsed against his. His voice muffled by my excited brain that couldn’t focus on anything but pleasure. His cock twitched inside me and that moment as a device I clicked back to reality as he lifted my body and hot spurts of his spending painted our torsos. That was probably the hottest thing I ever saw.

When he seamed that be back at his senses, he looked at my body taking in the mess we had done, and as ‘mess’ it could have many different interpretations. What was he thinking about? It was so difficult to know, till he moved and his hand made it’s way up my body ‘cleaning’ the cum he had let printed on me, just shove 2 fingers inside my mouth… which I cleaned, no questioning, just savoring the salty flavor of his seed mixed with our sweats. I just accept whatever he wanted from me, I told him to use me. Didn’t I?

He took a rag from somewhere inside his tent and cleaned our bodies, silent, no words and no harshness. Very delicate if compared to the way he manhandled me to whatever he wanted. When he finished putting my dress again and dressing his pants, I started to look for my boots and was stopped by him.

“Stay.” He said, freezing me in place. Again he surprised me, I never expected he would want me to stay. I never took him for a bad person or a man that would just throw away the women he conquered, but I new he had his boundaries and I wasn’t really expecting for that. He wanted comfort.

“Ok.” I answered and stopped looking for my boots and started looking for the place where we’d lay to sleep.

Daryl Dixon never stopped to amaze me.

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i need to know about Catherine and rosalind PLEASE down bad for both of them 😭😭😭🙂‍↕️

HEHEHEHEHE my pleasure!!! Thank you Morgan ♡ from the OC greetings when hostile/friendly/romanced ask

Catherine

Hostile: *Catherine crosses her arms, mouth flat as she looks you over. She doesn't seem impressed with what she sees, to put it mildly.* "Look what the cat dragged in. Well? Say your piece before I have you thrown out."

Neutral: *Catherine offers you a polished, slightly tilted smile in greeting. She doesn't look particularly busy, but it still seems like she's taking valuable time to talk.* "Something interesting happen? Or did you just want to get another look?"

Friendly: *Catherine smiles as you approach, pausing as she adjusts her pearls. They seem warmer than you recall.* "Well, hello there. What brings you to see little old me?"

Romanced: *There's a sparkle in Cat's eye as she watches you approach. Their coat is open, swaying around her frame as they idly wrap a strand of pearls around one finger.* "Welcome back, vita mia. You look like you've missed me - however shall we remedy it? I have a few ideas, if you're lacking."

Rosalind

Hostile: *The air grows frigid, bitter and piercing in your very bones. Rosalind towers over you, face stony.* "What do you want? Just because I have the time doesn't mean I'm going to waste it on you."

Neutral: *Rosalind's smile is so cheery it's almost enough to negate the strange chill surrounding her. She seems pleasantly surprised to see you.* "Hello! Did you need something?"

Friendly: *Rosalind's form flickers as she adjusts herself to match your height, drawing close but careful not to chill you overmuch.* "There you are! What's been happening out there?"

Romanced: *Rosalind gently brushes her fingertips over your knuckles. Even this brief touch is enough to make you shiver despite the warmth of her smile and her lingering gaze.* "I'm glad you're back. The halls are lonely without you. How can I help, my sweet?"

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Arts a lil old but I have um some guys for you,, i hope u enjoy,,,,,

i originally wanted to finish my jordan design + my design for the initiate robe + maybe the choir robe so I could post it all together but that would have meant not being able to talk about these fuckers as much so... yeah.

I'm not 100% on how Catherine came out but I can work on her,,, ANYWAY- MY CLERGY CREEPS

Lawrence the Archivist and Catherine the Exorcist!!!! Info about them under the cut

I do a lot of stuff at the temple with my OCs, so I figured it'd be fun to start making a couple FREAKS to inhabit that place with, so I have more personalised horrors to subject lil guys to... ALSO because it's fun to just write an absolute piece of shit. That too.

Lawrence's deal is that on the surface, he's a kind person that you are Safe around. Initiates like him, he sometimes does some tutoring when he's not busy with his other work, he'll even help initiates out of Sticky Situations with other members of the temple! He's a nice, sleepy man that looks after scrolls and books! However, under that, he is just as disgusting as most of the others. He just targets people he considers too oblivious/pure/otherwise innocent to Realise what he's doing (I think gameplay-wise as an NPC, he'd target players with high purity or low awareness) ,,, BASICALLY he's a pathetic little man that needs so so so badly to be liked, so he doesn't want to be caught, but. Not badly enough to just not molest people.

Catherine meanwhile is Openly Terrifying! Her job basically involves various forms of purification, including Exorcisms and Punishing People Who Break Their Vows. Also looking after the temple-sanctioned weaponry. I think people avoid her, because she's kind of giving off constant bad vibes lmao. Thinks a lil highly of herself. She is Pure and Moral and Better Than Other People. She is also stubborn in this belief! So when she starts having lustful thoughts about people, obviously she can't be to blame for that! It just means whoever that is, they are Evil and Tempting Her! Better vent her sadistic tendencies onto them about it. Weirdly, when she does snap and do a rape and get what she actually wants though, she tends to change her tune and start babbling weird praise at her victim out of seemingly nowhere. Essentially, she is SOOOO gross and pathetic. I think as an in-game NPC, she'd react to your allure, but she'd have different flavour text depending on your Grace and Purity. Also might torture some demons...

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Some facts about my creepypasta au/rewrites

MONSTERS

(^the name of the au, this is my main au, I have many ocs in this au, if you wish to hear about them just consider supporting by liking, commenting, following, reblogging or just submitting a request and feel free to comment or request a vers for my ocs)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, mvrder, sewerslide, abvse, assault, substance use/abvse, Offenderman-

Characters this is about: Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Laughing Jack, Slenderman

READ IF YOU DARE!

• Jeff and Liu's full names are Jeffrey Warren Roberts and Liu Michael Roberts and they are half brothers with different mothers, they also have a baby sister(also a different mother) named Amber-Rose, and they had a happy life before moving next door to the Meeks family and Cargile family

• Jane and Nina Cargile are twin sisters from Louisiana, they have a younger brother Christopher Cargile who went missing after the infamous JTK(Jeff the Killer) incident, Nina was Jeff's girlfriend

• Jane married a woman in college named Catherine Mary(to pay homage to canon Jane's wife) Harkness who changed her last name to Cargile, Catherine's apartment caught fire shortly after receiving a letter from Jane and attempting to send multiple to Nina

• Slenderman has an adopted ghost son named Lucid(shapeshifter) who manipulates people through dreams and thoughts, Slender is a good entity(atleast he tries), Lucid is the one who gives him a bad rep, but Slender has more children too such as Sally and his three somehow biological(?) humanoid children Vixen, Vivianna and Snow

• Laughing Jack(prns He/They/It) is made up of parts and pieces of the souls of many dead children and teenagers, some entities such as Slenderwoman refer to him as "The puppet of Artemis", he was created by the gods to be a protector of human children but Zalgoid corruption switched his "programming"

• Eyeless Jack's real name is Jackson Nelson but start praying if you call him anything other than E.J. or mention his twin, Jamison or Jamie as they call him, the perfect child of course..

• After the JTK incident Jane and Nina never truly got better, Nina all but lost her mind and Jane became an addict who eventually all but gambled away her soul and was found by Lucid who gives her dreams about Jeff's location with false pictures of her brother with him to manipulate her and keep her chasing him

• Slenderman(prns They/He) was a being who did not know how he came to exist but just knows he woke up one day and they were themself(Jack Frost ROTG style-), he has always loved human children and admired humans like a curious puppy but they haven't always been kind to him, he has no knowledge of the other Slenders but they know about him(Offenderman likes to pretend to be them, making humans fear him even more)

• E.J., Liu and Nina bonded when they all met over the fact they have all tried to "slide the sewer" before, they wear matching safety pins that Nina made them

• After both Nina and Jane eventually met Slender and went to the mansion, Jeff and Liu already having been there for awhile, it was a combined effort of Slenderman, E.J., Slenderwoman, Clockwork and Nurse Ann but eventually Nina and a very reluctant Jane forgave Jeff

• Laughing Jack has a sheer hatred for and MASSIVE beef with BEN, he looks just a bit too much like Isaac for his liking and BEN knows that his appearance has an effect on him and uses that to torment him

• Slender is possibly the biggest LGBTQIA+ supporter out of all the crps, in their mind "Why would you not like and support them? They're still a person." and he's literally the epitome of all lives matter, he does not like killing and like the Slender is the games he only kills when provoked or someone is on his territory and won't leave, as I said Lucid is the bad one

SORRY IF THIS WAS SHORT, I JUST TRIED TO THINK OF AS MUCH AS I COULD RN BUT I'VE BEEN SOOO BUSY CHRISTMAS DECORATING 😭 Hope y'all enjoyed, peace out gremlins! -Creepz