#and so for a week the mom would come to my room and just MEOW at 4am

[moeblob]

kitty kitty kitty

[saturnmosaic]

succulent berries nestled in the yard.

pairing : ellie williams x female reader

synopsis : ellie, your wife, gives your cat away, out of envy or circumstance, you can't tell. leaving behind the past, you and your wife move into a new home. but with a relationship on the brink of ravage, the house seems to harbor sinister forces. and with the insatiable hunger for berries you discovered in the yard, things crumble rather fast.

warnings : pussy eating, mentions of miscarriage, animal deaths, blood, cannibalistic yearning, figures/ creatures sorta?? haunted house.

wc : 1.8k

a/n : um yeah...it's kinda bad and not executed well but i wrote this during the week of my exams, can you blame me? also i got kinda lazy during sum bits sooo

betrayal lingers in the car, stirring amidst the crisp air of the AC. the tapping of the rain against the mist covered windows, like the rhythmic pumping of your ruptured heart, does no good to the gnawing feeling inside you. how could she have given away your blythe. the tiny creature always so nimble on her feet at the call of her name, so fond of seeking slumber on your lap.

you’d found her on a similar day like this— grey hues enveloping the sky, water droplets crashing the tender and moist earth with all their might, and the rumbling of thunder in the distance. amidst all that chaos, her meek meow had stood out. her black fur was sleek with the heavy rain, and her belly was smeared plum dark.

you’d taken her home on an impulse. time and medical care healed her. and she had healed you. a lovely year spent with her, reminiscent of a lilac bloom in the summer. but now she was gone, taken away from you by your own wife. your own wife! a blasphemy.

"are you still mad at me? we had no other choice." aventurine eyes dart away from the distorted road to get a glimpse of you. your eyes still bleary and bloodshot, hair ever so tousled, and the silk of your dress embracing your petal-like skin. a bittersweet sight.

"don't say we." not even a glance spared her way, the face you’d seek for in every room you entered, now a face foreign and surreal.

"oh come on, she was sick anyway. it was only a matter of days before she died!" her temper, planted in her like a tempting hydrangea, speaks before her rationale can articulate words, knuckles gripping the charcoal leather of the driving wheel.

"she was not sick."

she sighs, the guilt of her deed looming over her like a sickly, withered willow. “baby, we both know she was and i’m really sorry but we can’t do anything about it. we’re moving to a new town, a new house. bringing her with us would be..a burden. besides i’d rather you not witness her death, i don’t wanna see you suffer like that.”

“i’m already suffering, aren’t i?”

“well, what the fuck do you want me to do, huh? i’m just trying to do what’s right. a-and it’s like i’m always second to that cat!”

the confession, lays bare like an ornate scroll, and makes you ponder if envy was the cause of it. but was what she said entirely fallacious? maybe you had been giving blythe more attention that she’d felt frivolous in your eyes.

“just- i’m sorry, okay? but i promise jesse will take good care of her.”

silence ensues, and soon the quaint house surfaces into your eyesight. the rain and dusk obscured it's intricacy but from what you could make out, it was painted in warm whites and browns, with ivy weaving up the sides and windows curtained in white lace.

…

a house is a body, your mom used to tell you. a haven meant to be worshipped in return for solace and warmth. this house became your body. its walls were alive in the daylight, screeching and beckoning for something while ellie was at work. it fed on your sorrow and resentment like a famished beast, stripping them away to procure life. your heart was indented in these walls.

the house would foist bad omens on whoever visited. aunt daphne had a miscarriage, the frail thing of a baby was bled out on the black and white tiles of your bathroom. it stirred memories of your own miscarriage, and ellie thought that was the reason you leaned so heavily on blythe, loving her as though she were your own child. when uncle luke visited, his golden retriever was found dead in the yard, leaves sitting idly on its fur like an atonement.

ellie wasn't one to believe in curses or anything remotely superficial, but she'd felt something innately sinister residing in the hollow of the house. she wanted to move, but moving away meant leaving behind your body, so you stayed, which compelled her to stay rooted to the house too.

…

on a sunny morning, beads of sweat kissing your skin, damp hair heavy under the sun’s gaze, you’d been lead to the brambles in the yard by the house itself. the raspberries were glistening and plump with saccharine juice.

they might’ve been tainted with fox piss, so you gather them in a dainty basket and slip back into the confines of your home to wash them. the water from the tap cascades down onto the fruits in your hand, ridding them of the insect debris and other dirt.

a tatted arm snakes its way around your waist and a head heavy with sleep rests on your shoulder. it had almost slipped out of your mind that it was a weekend.

ellie's other arm reaches out to turn the tap off and put the dampened raspberries away from your hand. without warning, pearly whites bite down on your neck and her tongue flicks out to languidly soothe the bruised splotch.

a carnal desire courses through your veins. ever since you moved here, and ever since blythe was no longer in your gentle arms, words barely existed anymore. and sometimes silence felt like a human presence, mocking the insubstantial souls around it. without words, sex was your salvation.

she turns you around to hoist you up on the counter, shadows smudged under her eyes. she'd come back from work late last night, you figure.

her calloused hands are on your thighs, pushing them apart with a fervor. a similar fervor that'd paint itself on her whenever you showed her a hint of normalcy. your hands still in her tousled hair, as the velvety pads of her fingertips tug your underwear off.

her knees hit the marble tiles, warmed by the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen windows, as she lifts the fabric of your dress up, a gentle rustle against the morning ambience, revealing your slick folds.

her tongue teases your weeping cunt, one hand clutching the dress up and the other resting on your thigh. you whimper in desperation, pushing her head further.

“ellie..”

she pats your thigh in response, fucking you with her warm muscle, feeling your insides devour it with a hanker. noises flow out of your mouth as smoothly as the tranquil descent of a waterfall, as your fingers dig into her scalp.

a sultry moan muffles into your hole, and she pulls back, the taste of you lingering on her tongue.

“what the fuck? why’d you-” your whine is silenced by the solace of her lips. her tongue slides into your mouth and presses against your own, slick and insistent. your own taste dissolves into your mouth, mending with your saliva.

you bite the soft pillow of her lower lip, drawing crimson liquid and earning a throaty noise from her. somewhere between a moan and a grunt.

“babe..” she lowers her gaze in an attempt to catch sight of the fresh blood. before she can wipe it away with the pad of her thumb, you lick the red off her pillowy cushion of flesh.

the taste is seraphic as it sits on your taste buds, a pure bliss, like thyme on a wound. the sensation of her tongue back inside your clenching walls heightened this feeling, if not subdued it wholly. but the taste still lingered.

her fingers soothe your swollen clit, circling around it as if afraid it’ll be seized from her grasp someday.

she laps at every drop of juice that manifests, like she’d done to your tears, as a fatuous inside joke, a long while ago. so long, she can’t remember if it was a hazy dream.

“fuck. i’m so close.”

her mouth pulls away when you reach your pleasant climax, her fingers still on your clit, helping you through your high. your hands go limp in her hair, and she languidly wipes the glistening slick from her mouth and chin with the back of the hand that releases your bunched dress.

...

the berries stay forgotten until the next morning, when it’s delicacy is withered and rotten away under the exposure to air and temperature. you throw the shrivelled fruits away and pick several more.

the new ripe ones sit snug in a ceramic bowl, alluring and tender. you feast on ten, eleven, twelve, and then the count numbs in your brain. the fluid so grossly alike to ellie’s blood, makes you delirious. it’s utterly enthralling, the juice dripping down your chin, its sticky residue settling on your skin. your teeth and lips and hands stained in a crimson hue, a crimson hue reminiscent of ellie’s blood. ellie’s blood. they chant themselves on the tip of your tongue.

spindled figures, engraved on the floors, long limbs and pulsing eyes, they seem to close in on you. the bowl is emptied, raspberries already in the pit of your stomach. the yearning grows in agony, an animalistic desire surging through the ivory of your bones.

you feel light like you’re meandering through the air, though you can feel the faces of the figures underneath your feet, something metallic making its home in your hand.

you blink and you're standing in your bedroom, ellie coddling her apatosaurus plushie, as her eyes stay fluttered. a vulnerability so immensely coating the room. the knife glides down her supple skin, the smell of meat stirring your senses. was her heart the sweetest part of her body?

"what the fuck are you doing?" her raspy voice cuts through your trance and suddenly the object in your hand feels foreign. with a sharp yank to your arm, the metal clanks on the marble floor.

"what is wrong with you?" ellie's gripping your arms, her face contorted with disbelief, shock and wrath.

"n-nothing." but something is. you both know. tears gush through your eyes, the salty pearls melding with the sweet smear of berries on your skin.

"god, it's this fucking house! we should've moved. fuck!" her grasp on your arms are gone, her hands fumbling for her phone. frustration envelopes her like a smothering blanket as she talks to demolition contractors.

your pleas fall on deaf ear, your mere presence as measly as a lamb. you let yourself be escorted out of the house, eyes sodden, red flickering in them, as you watch- watch the house your body collapse to the ground.

the berries come retching out of your mouth, along with a hideous flow of blood. the walls crumble and the world around you dances like an uncanny painting. sirens wail in the distance and layers of black pierce through your eyes, shutting them for slumber.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

silly things I think the brothers have done

not proof read, also I did all of the things on these lists so it's kinda like the brothers as things I have done hehe ( I couldn't come up with some stuff for some of them so forgive me for some brothers having shorter or more boring lists)

alternative title: the brothers as real things I have done (I swear I'm not that insane)

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lucifer

use whatever the devildom version of red bull is as an 'emergency tool' to quickly stop being tired only when he really needs to (don't do this)

accidentally sent a formal important email to somebody completely unrelated because it was 3am and he wasn't sharp (poor person had no idea what he was talking about) (this still haunts me)

one time when he was at a farm a peacock kept following him and kept opening its feathers to him no matter how many times he walked away

mammon

always buys something one of his brothers or mc will like in a store when he sees it for them

bought expensive perfume and quit his job two seconds afterwards

made the mistake of online shopping while being drunk and then cried over a mini bag and bought it because it would be cute for his future child

accidentally almost burnt down a school chemistry lab because he put a plastic tube over the fire (the teacher warned him not to do that) (everything was fine the tube was just a little on fire it only had like salt water in it)

leviathan

met his favorite artist and accidentally dropped his bags right before the picture in front of said artist (the artist tried to help him but he said nono its okay while fixing the mess) (he dropped the bag 1 second after asking if it was okay to put it down) (this still haunts me I'm so sorry to the artist for having to see me fight a bag)

messed up karaoke one time when he was home alone and destroyed his voice for the next week

attended a vocaloid concert

satan

accidentally made somebody believe he has a child because he calls a cat his baby or his son and forgot to specify he's talking about a cat

saw a cat meow and paw at somebody he didn't know's front door and he felt bad for it so he rang the doorbell and asked the guy who lives there 'is this your cat?' but the cat already went inside (luckily it was his cat or else that would have been super awkward)

cut his own hair once out of protest because somebody kept forcing him to cut it (they never forced him to do anything with his hair again so it worked) (I was like 11 years old when I did this)

asmodeus

wore platform heels while hiking because he refused to wear hiking shoes (those were the only shoes he brought to the vacation too) (there was no room to bring more because he already overpacked)

when somebody was being rude for no reason over his fashion choices he accidentally said 'not my problem you're allergic to slaying' out loud (I said this to my mom I almost died)

packed a full suitcase and a big tote bag for a one night hotel stay (the suitcase had an extra bag in it too)

sent his profs emails telling them he's sick so he can go to his beauty salons (this happened more than once)

beelzebub

traveled to a different city to buy a lot of a specific type of food and then came back

sometimes has to function as an alarm clock for one of his brothers (belphie) because its impossible to wake him up

stays home with his brothers when they're sick so they don't have to be alone

tried to make an oven pizza in the microwave with his brothers because the oven was not working (don't try this) (it turned out literally wet by the way)

belphegor

planned a way to skip certain class times every day without getting in trouble to sleep more

woke up from a nap extremely disoriented and asked someone what his name is

I'm so sorry I tried to come up with more things for him but I can't its been a week of thinking

[jujutsukatsuki]

Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Did Tripitaka ever experience the heat of a tiger? It sure was confusing for him. Humans do not have mating seasons (we look for love when we want but this is not the case with animals).

It must have been difficult for him, especially around Azure. Did Tripitaka come to consider Azure as a potential mate during a time of mating?

OK this is nsft territory so be warned!

Tripitaka is an interesting character to analyze since he's supposed to represent The Ideal™ buddhist monk for his adhereance to the rules... but he's never known anything else really. He was raised in a monastery, and very soon after becoming a priest (and solving his dad's murder + losing his mom), got sent on the mission for the scriptures. Would he be as dilligently a buddhist if his parents had not undergone such tragedies?

Tripitaka never approaches sexuality in Jttw (his own or others) because in Buddhist belief; sexuality is considered a "worldly attraction" like vanity or pride. Same reason the book never has him eat meat, whether for survival or unintentional (like in the Spider Sisters arc). It blemishes his perfect record.

But since the Tiger Monk au has Tripitaka in a situation where he honestly can't uphold the very human standards of buddhism...

Our boy fighting some biological demons rn.

My idea of Tripitaka is that he's mostly on the aro-ace spectrum, but seriously questions his sexuality over the course of the Journey. Seeing hot demons and celestials of many genders does that to a sheltered religious guy.

Combine that with a tiger's seasonal heat, and you got a monk frothing at the mouth, trying to keep himself from acting reckless.

Tigers go into seasonal "heat" every 3-9 weeks depending on the individual. Anyone whos met an unfixed cat or heard a cougar sounding like someone being murdered will know that these mfs make sure that you know about it. Tigers in particular have a deep "Meow" sound they broadcast to find mates. They even have "first dates" to get to know each other. Example.

Tripitaka feels weird one day and subconsciously makes a deep meow sound - scaring the whole gang. Wukong is immediately is putting a bicycle lock on that cassock!

I feel even when pushed to the brink of his urges, Tripitaka wouldn't be comfortable "going all the way" unless its literally someone he wants to stay with for the rest of their near-immortal lives.

Also his disciples are off-limits; the mentor-disciple bond is too precious to him to risk over a selfish urge.

But, Azure Lion offers an opportunity. He's a fellow feline demon with a similar Buddhist background who understands Tripitaka's moral conflict weighing his desires over his faith. He isn't the monk's superior or inferior, so no issue of power imbalances.

Tripitaka needs a moment to think. And to draft a diagram of pros and cons.

If these two ever did do "The Deed" (or just 3rd base)...

Macaque would be the first to know. And he'd be howling with laughter. XD At least until Azure threatens to tell the others why Macaque was in Wukong's room that very same night. Mutual glaring ensues.

And ofc Azure would be seconds away from being skinned alive by a quartet of the tiger's super-protective pilgrim brothers the very second of the them sniffs Tripitaka the next morning.

Peng would still brag in Azure's place as you can imagine - lion done pulled a baddie on insane difficulty. Yellow Tusk would shake his head in disapproval, but would also be a little impressed.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA, (or, was I) for only taking one cat with me?

will explain the title as i go. also, this is about something that happened like a year ago but it still weights on my mind. backstory-ish first, so sorry for the length of the text.

I (20+) moved out a little more than a year ago to my first own apartment. My siblings moved out before i did, so now my moms living with only her boyfriend and the remaining cats. We had four cats before i moved out, all of which are allowed to go outside (i know, outdoor cats, they have been all my life and i didnt realize the danger they were in & being for the local environment when i was a kid). My new apartment is on the second floor. When i moved out, i decided to take one cat with me, because he really kind of imprinted on me since he was a baby and would constantly follow me around. And while i didnt like the thought of forcing an in&outdoor cat to suddenly only be indoors in a smaller space than our house was, i figured it would be fine if its him.

one of our other cats, which we got a few years after we got the cat i took with me, also really liked to spend time in my room and with cat 1. We got cat 2 from the animal shelter after his previous owner, an old lady, got dementia and had to give him away.

my mom and her boyfriend suggested i take both cats with me and not just one. i didnt want to for a few reasons:

(1. i wasnt sure how much cat 2 would like suddenly being an indoor cat in a smaller space bc he spent like 50% of his time outside and the other 50 in my room, 2. i wasnt sure if the apartment would be big enough for two cats 3. i wasnt sure how hed adjust to yet another new living place, because he took some time adjusting when we got him from the shelter and would meow/yell a lot when no one was with him until he got used to his new home. when i moved out i was about to start a new job training-ish thing which required me to not be home for some hours 5 days a week so the cats would be on their own a lot. and reason 4., which is were i felt kinda selfish: cat 1 is a shorthair cat and cat 2 a maine coon so all my clothes and stuff would be full of hair all the time, even when we tried to prevent it. i didnt really care as a child growing up bc we had a lot of long hair cats but i was kinda thinking that a new space with less cat hairs on everything would also be kinda nice)

i only told my mom and her bf reason 1, 2 & 3 bc i felt like a dick for reason 4. i love all of our cats a lot and leaving any of them at my moms place was really difficult because i was just so used of them always being there all my life. my mom told me after i moved out that cat 2 was still around my old room a lot and started spending even more time outside bc me and cat 1 weren't there anymore. and while hed start purring and cuddling when they pet him outside, he wouldnt spend time with them on their laps or on the couch a lot bc hed just get up and go somewhere else a lot of times.

thats kind of the backstory for this.

now for the (additional) reason i feel like i could be the asshole: my mom and her bf started going on trips a lot like 2-3 years ago, and he only moved in once i had moved out. so whenever they were on trips or she was visiting him, id take care of the cats and cuddle and play with them. once i moved out, they redid parts of the house (kitchen & bath) and got a lot of furniture from her bfs home. her bf likes the cats too, but he doesnt want them to be inside the house that much when they arent there bc he thinks they shed hair everywhere and could damage his furniture or something? so when they went on their next few trips, the 3 remaining cats would mostly be outside with access to a kind of sunroom? attached to the house. and either my grandparents or a friend of my mom would come and feed the cats every day.

me and my siblings didnt really like them suddenly having to be outside so much when it was normal for them to be inside the house even when we weren't home for all of our lives before that and told our mom too (by now she has seen our point and convinced her bf to let them be inside more so its getting better over time. but i wish we would have gotten our point across sooner.)

during one of their trips near christmas last year, when one of her friends was taking care of the cats, cat 2, the maine coon, disappeared. we dont know if he ran away or someone took him because his fur is so pretty or if he got into an accident. my whole family was really sad about him being gone and kept hoping hed come back and asked around irl and online if anyone had seen him. to this day, he hasnt been found. and i know that thats a (unnecessary) risk you take with outdoor cats. and that it was my moms and her bfs decision to keep the cats mostly outside and go on 1-3 week-long trips. but i still blame myself for not just taking him with me to my new apartment. looking back on it, all the reasons i had dont seem to have any weight at all and if i had taken him with me, hed still be around and id know hes healthy and doing good. and he wouldnt have been separated from me and his cat buddy.

so, was i the asshole for not just taking him with me to my new place when i moved out?

pet tax (in order):

What are these acronyms?

[acciocriativity]

Flower Shower - part of the Soulmate series

Pairing: soulmate! George Weasley x soulmate! reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings/tags: scars/flowers as a soulmate mark; small injuries; domestic fluff; little Fred in there (alive)

WC: 4,2 k

Harry Potter Masterlist

Worth The Pain - Harry Potter - part of the Soulmate series

The cake in front of me is long forgotten.

I touched the skin behind my left ear while those innocent memories drowned me, the days when I would spend hours in front of the mirror admiring the pretty flowers I’ve gotten that week or when I’d play with the boys in my neighborhood, just to get hurt somehow and give my soulmate some flowers too. I can’t feel it, but I know the white lily is there, right where my soulmate has a scar.

“How the fuck did you manage to hurt yourself here?”, I whispered, and the candlelight oscillated. “And how I haven’t met you yet?”, this time the light was extinguished.

My phone lit up on the counter. My mom’s name at the top.

Did you get it?

I could hear her voice in my head, excited about my reaction and partly worried if I didn’t receive my birthday present yet, but I couldn’t make myself respond this time.

Now that I’m so far from home, neither she nor my friends could come see me in person. Still, the love is on every message and phone call I got earlier that day, and I felt content, happy even. But as day turned to night, the loneliness got bigger and clearer to the point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay there alone, honey?”

I remembered how worried my mom was when I moved out 2 years ago.

“I won’t be alone, I have an excellent companion and right now he is offended”, I said and like on cue, Snuggles, the cat meowed to further prove my point.

That was my answer, because that was the last thing I wanted her to have on her mind. I took my time to move out, maybe more than I should, because my mother, a solo mom for her entire life, started to date and I felt like I was getting in the middle of her business. It was hard in a world of soulmates, to find someone with a dead soulmate or even rarer, without one at all, like her.

She was always grateful I wasn’t like that and for a long time, I knew that was where her biggest source of happiness came from, but soon that turned into nervousness as time went by and I couldn’t find my soulmate.

I went through life watching my friends’ worlds change as they grew, their soulmate marks appeared and eventually, when they met the one. I watched their happiness with a big smile on my face, and how could I not? It was wonderful to see how the magic happened, how the connection attracted them to each other and how their new life as a couple started. While all that happened, the flowers on my skin appeared one by one, sometimes huge enough to cover my arm length, other times so tiny I didn’t even know it was there, sometimes on my arms, legs, thighs, and back. I might have more than 40 now, but I can’t be so sure, since I don’t search for them anymore.

My soulmate has to be the clumsiest person on earth, there’s no other possibility and most days I wonder how they are even alive at this point, then I get another visible flower and a weight is lifted from my shoulders, because they are, indeed, alive.

“You better be waiting for me”, I whisper as if they could hear me somehow.

Suddenly I felt a fluffy thing creeping between my legs and I heard an angry, high-pitched meow.

“Of course I didn’t forget about you”, I cooed and held him up in my arms, near my chest.

Another offended meow.

“An attitude that you have there, I see”, I said and scratched behind his ears with a small smile on my face.

He purred while I walked us to my room. The gift box sat on the couch and the decorations I put up earlier were still on the walls, since I didn’t have energy to take those down. “We both are in need of some cuddles.”

For the rest of the night Snuggles kept me distracted, so much so that I could barely focus on the TV show I put on, because he would get up suddenly, climb me and purr so loud as if I wasn’t petting him already, and he would only stop if my pace was of his liking, but I couldn’t complain because I would do anything for him and the worst part is, he knows that.

I didn’t even realize, but I slept with the biggest smile on my face that night, and I have that smart cat to thank for that, maybe smarter than I could even imagine.

The very next day, I was seated at the same chair next to the same counter I was about to cry last night, flabbergasted. My hands clutching the phone I forgot to take with me last night.

“Mom, are you sure this is not some sort of joke?”

It was 7 a.m for goodness’ sake, way too early for that nonsense, it was what the rational part of my brain screamed. Yet, my mother wasn’t a fan of pranks, in fact, she hated them more than anything in this world and that’s the only reason why I was still listening in the first place, that and all the 35 messages and 4 missing phone calls I woke up to.

“There’s an owl staring at me through the window, when have you seen an owl here?”

I took a deep breath.

“So what do I have to do with that?”

I gave myself grace to eat as much of the cake as I wanted for breakfast, yet my plate was untouched, and I didn’t even feel like eating anymore.

“It says in the letter that Emmy needs to go buy her… things in London, and you know I would ne—

“I know you wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, I’ll go with her”, I interrupted her.

Why did I even agree with that? If it was true, I wanted, no, I needed to see with my own eyes and if it wasn’t, then Stephen wouldn’t need to take a day off just to come here.

She seemed relieved after this.

“Thank you, I didn’t want to put you in the middle of this chaos, I just… I want to help her out.”

“I know, mom, Stephen couldn’t take a day off? How’s she doing now?”

I put the phone on speaker while I made my daily coffee, which I needed more than anything now, all while Snuggles observed everything laid on the floor in front of the fridge.

“No, he already spent his days off last month because Emmy was sick”, she said and sighed. “Her grandma also was a witch apparently, he didn’t know she would be one too, because her mother isn’t, but she was excited by what he told me this morning, she is excited to find out more about this magical world.”

“I think this is like the dream of every little girl, isn’t it?”

She chuckled, and her voice got quieter, but the connection got better a second later.

“What was that, mom?”

“It’s just, this seems like a fever dream or something.”

She whispered, and I heard incoherent noises on her side of the line.

“Being honest, this isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve heard, the internet is 10x crazier than that.”

She didn’t seem upset at Stephen for hiding this for a whole year, but maybe she didn’t want to talk about it with me or with anyone that is.

She didn’t say anything, and for a moment I’m not sure if she heard it.

“Can you send a photo of the letter?”, I said.

“I’ll send you later, but the classes are supposed to start two weeks from now, so the faster you can take her there, the better.”

“Tell Stephen to get a train ticket for Saturday morning, she’ll be home before dinner time.”

And that’s how I ended up in a dirty and creepy shop called Leaky Cauldron, but Stephen was clear, that was the right place.

“Keep closer to me, okay? We don’t know what kind of people come to a place like this”, I whispered, and she nodded.

With her hands gripping mine, we got in, and it was better than I thought it would be.

For some reason, there were a lot of people there, something I’d never guess from the front alone.

“Look”, Emmy walked in front of me, pulling my hands.

I could see the door we were supposed to find at the very back wall.

The constant chat and movement inside a dead establishment was a shocking contrast. The people inside were… peculiar to say the least, their clothing the first thing I’ve noticed, the capes and the long dark old-fashioned dresses.

She didn’t even fathom all of that, while she walked through the crowd. Her tiny body did little in actually creating space for us, something that I ended up doing.

I could feel the staring as we walked closer to the door, yet the chatting only grew and some started to whisper. It was quite obvious we didn’t belong, nor should a child be inside a bar, nonetheless nobody stopped us. After we got out, the voices stayed behind, and we found another dirty and suspicious place.

“So that’s the wall?”, I said, not amused.

There was trash all over the ground, and I’m sure a rat family lived around those garbage cans.

Emmy went ahead and, as her father said, counted the stones, so no mistakes would be made. Not even 5 seconds later, she pressed one of them. Part of me still waited for nothing to happen, then a camera would appear out of the corner and all of that would be some sort of elaborate joke. But the stones seemed to come to life and, together and synchronized, jumped to the sides until a thin passage appeared right in front of us.

I couldn’t move.

Emmy clapped, elated, as she could barely stay still. “Grandma told us all about this, she said there is an ice cream shop that’s really good and a place with the best cakes in the entire world”, she said it fast and again, pulled me through it.

A second later, the passage closed.

This isn’t a fever dream after all. 

We walked hand in hand through the tiniest space we could find. The traffic in rush hour couldn’t compare to the amount of people gathered there. It seemed like all the witches in London decided to buy their things that day. Huge families and lonely kids walked through us, all different from one another somehow. The buildings were the weirdest, the shapes were all unique and seemed some sort of postmodernism, yet the appearance was… vintage.

“We need to change the money, come on”, I said as she stopped every 15 seconds to stare at something or someone. 

The bank was the fanciest and scariest place I’ve ever been to. It wasn’t on my list to be judged by elves that day, that wasn’t something Stephen prepared me for, but now I could die with something extra special on it. 

Somehow, I thought it would be easier to help a child get school material, but I could feel the headache coming from a mile away after the first 30 minutes. 

“There’s way too many people in there”, I said as we waited outside the last store we were supposed to go in. 

The door was barely closed, as people fought to go in and some to come out. I could see clearly through the shop window, bodies were pressed together and pressed on the glass too. She needed 7 books for this year and I needed to come with a plan to get it before 3 o’clock, or she would be late to take her train back home. 

“Can we wait a bit?”, she said, with a horrified expression. 

“Let’s find a quieter place to stay.”

We walked further down, but there wasn’t any place to sit and there was still a dense crowd. I felt Emmy pulling me towards the weirdest shop of them all. A giant… doll stuck through the high shop window.

“Emmy, there’s too many people in there too.”

It was the opposite of a quiet place. Most of the people coming in and out were kids her age or older with bags and bags full of stuff and a permanent smile on their faces. There was so much noise inside I could hear from far away, but it didn’t bother me at all. I feel at peace there, it was a good atmosphere to be close to, I would give the owners that.

“Dad let me choose whatever I wanted the most to buy, look”, she exclaimed and pulled me closer to the display.

There was so much variety of different colorful boxes and bottles, but the names didn’t give me a single clue of what anything could be, still it was enough for Emmy, and we went inside to “just take a look”, as she said.

“There’s plushies”, she released my hand and ran to the display.

I tried to run after her, but then my legs stopped all of a sudden, even though I didn’t want to. My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I leaned on one of the shelves, while people passed through me as if I wasn’t even there.

I could see Emmy clearly, someone was saying something to her and that same someone picked one of the plushies, but it didn’t seem like one at all, it seemed alive. My eyes never left her as I tried to get it together.

Breath in, breath out. Breat—

It wasn’t working.

Emmy waved at me and I gestured for her to come closer, as I didn’t feel like I could move at that moment. I saw her excited expression turn to worry as she came to me carrying one of the pink fluffy things.

“What is it? Are you okay? Headache?”, she took one of my hands as I took a deep breath.

“I fe—

We heard loud gasps and screams.

There was a big commotion happening upstairs as more and more people turned to see what was going on. I could barely see a circle of people, while someone was holding someone else upright.

“Let’s go, Emmy”, I took her hand, and we walked side by side.

I thought for a moment that I was leaving, instead, I walked up to the middle of that hurricane with a will I didn’t know I had, nor the reason for it. Still, every step I took felt right, felt like something more than just being nosy.

Those two people walked down the stairs and the customers made way for them and by the middle of the staircase, I could see their faces. One of them seemed hurt, could barely walk alone, his hands were full of white powder and the right one held the left one tightly, I felt like I was the one hurting.

When they reached the end of the stairs, we were less than 3 feet away.

They passed us and went to the back of the shop, while I stayed still. He had a rose on his collarbone, and I touched the fading scar I forgot about. 

I wanted to follow them, to see if he was alright, to know if there was a way of helping him.

“You got another!”, Emmy held up my right hand.

The borderline of a tiny white rose appeared in a slow motion on my pinky, as if it was drawn handmade by someone, who didn’t want to mess it up. The color was intense, and I felt like it was a real one if I turned to the right angle. Slowly, one by one, the only black-and-gray painted flowers turned to bright-colored ones. It was a sea of light blue orchids and lavender daisies on my arms and white roses and sunflowers on my hands.

Emmy gasped, and I remember to smile like an idiot.

“Go, you have to go and see him”, she poked me in the ribs and pushed me to the direction they went.

“Can yo—”

“Of course I’ll wait, go, go”, she was smiling big and even if I couldn’t see myself, I knew I was smiling just as big. 

I went up to the balcony, then looked around and as soon as I realized no one was paying attention to me, I walked to the back door, but before I could reach the handle, the door opened and he was right in front of me.

My eyes couldn’t leave the now pink rose right below his right shoulder, the one place I didn’t expect to be hurt at while playing around, yet I did so many years ago.

“Good, you don’t have that scar anymore”, he whispered, and I felt goosebumps on my skin.

I looked up to him and his eyes were on my collarbone. Heat crawled up through my body as we made eye contact, I felt breathless yet so energized. The air around us changed, something was pulling me towards him and I could barely hold myself together.

A second later, he hugged me and it was like a weight got off my shoulders.

“Where have you been?”, he asked, and his face was hidden in my hair.

We got as close as possible, but still didn’t feel enough and maybe never would.

“Way too far from here”, I whispered back.

I closed my eyes for a moment and I heard his heartbeat. It was real, he really was with me at that moment and I couldn’t believe it.

“I hate to interrupt a happy couple, but you two are scaring the clients away. At least take her inside, George ”, someone said behind him.

George, that’s his name.

He turned to him, one of his eyebrows raised and lips pressed into a thin line, but his hands didn’t leave my waist. It was his twin, who seemed to be having way too much fun with the situation. The smile was wide on his face and his eyes almost disappeared, yet George wasn’t budging.

“Well, then they are welcome to leave, because I’m not about to hide my love”, he said, and hugged me even tighter.

I hid from the prying eyes on his shoulders.

It was true that people were watching us, and maybe a clever pair of eyes caught our flowers, because a new commotion started, but a bit more discreet than the last.

“…at it, it is so beautiful” “…so, aren’t they cute?”

“Can we go somewhere else?”, I whispered, the redness clear on my face.

“Of course we can, love.”

He let me go, and I noticed how hard that was for him. The moment he took a step away from me, I felt like a part of me stayed with him too.

“I live upstairs”, he said and took my hand and pulled me with him as I looked for Emmy.

“Oh, I came with my step sister and I don’t feel comfortable letting her alone…”, I said as I looked at Emmy and gestured for her to come closer.

“Of course she can come too, did you come in the shop because of her?”, he saw the huge bag Emmy was carrying and the new friend on her shoulder as she came closer.

I nodded.

Emmy looked at us with a Cheshire smile and I was surprised she didn’t say a thing, until I realized she was busy matchmaking the flowers on our skin.

“I have a lot to thank you for, miss”, George said with that same smile on his face.

“It’s true, you two met because of me, soo… how about a payment for that?”, she whispered as her face came a little bit closer.

I watched with a big smile on my face as he laughed so hard he leaned back a bit.

“What can I say… she deserves it, after all, she brought me my soulmate”, he smiled at me and I felt all of the butterflies.

So that’s how it feels like to feel special when your soulmate does nothing more than look at you?

“You don’t have to, you know”, I whispered to him.

“I know, but I want to, besides”, he said and looked over to her. “You’re a smart one, it reminds me of my sister when she was that age”.

“Do you also have a sister?”, I asked, quite surprised as an only child myself.

“Oh, love, I have a lot of them, but we can talk over that upstairs”

“Can I stay? I want to look over the shop, please?”, she said as she pulled her biggest trick, the puppy dog eyes as she looked at me, without blinking.

“I-”

“Fred can look over her”.

“Are you sure? There’s a lot of people here”.

“We have more people working today, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a little special tour”, he said with a smile and ran up to his brother as Emmy squealed.

“It’s getting better and better, you have a good one”, Emmy said to me, her eyes shining in delight.

“Yeah, I think so”.

It did get better for her, because she got that Pygmy Puff for free and a whole beginning school-kit as well, whatever that meant. It was an easy trade, since she got me my soulmate that day and George insisted on going home with me after work hours.

“You saw my world for the first time, it’s fair I see yours, right?”, that was his argument, a valid one.

It surprised me how he never got curious enough to explore it before on his own, but as he told me a bit about the latest years of the Wizarding world, a lot of things started to make sense, including that.

“Did you know it was possible?”, I whispered to him as we cuddled on my sofa.

"I heard about it, but it is rare, I’ve never seen anyone with a soulmate muggle”, his arms held me tighter against his body, our legs intertwined.

“A soulmate what? That doesn’t sound good”, I said and raised my head off his shoulder, looking up to his shining eyes.

“It’s how we call who doesn’t have magical powers, love”, he said softly and his thumb caressed my left cheek and jaw.

He leaned in and kissed me again. We both couldn’t hold in the smiles, too lost in our little bubble to pay any mind to the TV or my cat, who wasn’t there a second ago, but chose to silently observe everything, sat on the floor on the darker corner of the room.

“Love?”, he whispered near my ear.

“Hm?”

“How did you get him again?”, he asked and I noticed him staring at Snuggles, who was quieter than I’ve ever seen before.

“He was alone in the streets, but I don’t really remember when we adopted him, why?”, I asked as I played with his long fingers

“He reminded me of a cat I’ve seen before”.

“Do you know what the species is called? I’ve never seen one like him”, I looked over at him with a fond smile. “He isn’t a fan of new people, but he’s not that shy most of the time”.

“I’ll search it up, but I’m almost sure Emmy is not your first contact with the Wizarding World”

“How, do you have magical cats or something?”, I looked up to him, who grinned wide at me.

I sighed.

“Guess I have some magic powers after all, I’m great at finding hurt, lonely and orange fluffy heads wandering around”

“Did you just call me fluffy head?”, the disapproval and disgust clear in his voice.

“What can I say, honey, you do need a hairbrush right now”, I laughed as I tried to conceal his messy hair.

“You do not dare to touch me after insulting me like that, woman”, he said with a dramatic expression of hurt and betrayal as he held my wrist away from his head.

“But you’re so adorable like this, George”, I cooed at him and took his face into my hands.

“Adorable? Adorable?”, his tone higher. “I- You better stop being so cute, I can’t handle it”, he said as he giggled and hid his face on my shoulder.

Did I just break him?

In these 5 hours we’ve been together, he carried himself with an impressive confidence, flirtier as time passed, something I wanted to learn from him, but right now, it seems like I cracked the code.

I could see a tint of red on his cheeks and a proud smile appeared on my face.

“What? Can’t I call you cute? Hm? Adorable?”

He mumbled something against my skin, and I felt goosebumps, then his smile against my neck.

“Do you like that, love?”

The shyness seemed to evaporate from him in the blink of an eye and I knew that that would be the night I’d find out what happened when you tease George Weasley. 

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

Hey. Semi-Serious post here. I'm gonna be quite frank, this is about the death of a real animal. My animal.

The one I made the dedication of WCR!Into The Wild for. Because the wounds are still so raw that I can barely get through typing this very sentence without feeling choked up. So... If this post isn't for you, enjoy the first cat picture, the rest will be under the cut.

Meet Cleo.

She was my best friend. I moved into her home when I was a child, and her being there got me through the ensuing abusive situation I'd found myself in. I quickly became her favorite person. She was always there for me, and I was always there for her. I read Warriors books to her.

I met someone online that I fell in love with, and planned to have them move here. I worried about Cleo, who was now getting on in her years, but still healthy and strong.

I was granted full, effective ownership of her, since she was never really registered with a breeder. An oopsie, runt of the litter kitten of a genuine bred Maine Coon, unknown father.

Plan fell through, immigrating to Canada is difficult and the economy was about to fall apart. So I made the choice to move to the UK.

I was then informed that I could not take Cleo with me, they said she was too old, and that the plane ride would be too much for her. She was roughly 14/15 years old and, again, healthy. This next part is hard to write.

I spent every day after that, for a year, spending as much time as she wanted with me. She got every cuddle and snuggle she wanted.

I still remember that last time I ever saw her, the night I left the country. I held her like a baby, because she liked that. I remember what the back of her neck smelled like (warm chocolate). I rubbed her belly, and whispered to her that I loved her, and promised to come back again and see her. Then I placed her on her favorite spot on the back of the chair, and left.

I got regular updates from my mom about her, but something was clear. When I was on the phone, I was not to call out to her, because when I did, it made her search the whole house, meowing and calling out for me, looking for me. The dogs never did that, just Cleo.

4 months away from home, she started peeing in... Odd places. Visible places. Like... Middle of the living room and on bathroom rug.

Mind you, she used to do that in front of her litter box as a protest when it wasn't clean enough for her liking. But... Not like that.

Other than that, normal behavior.

Then, about 6 months in, she started being weird with food. Still demanded it, of course, but... Wouldn't eat it. Mind you, there were times when she really was just happy to have the wet food there... And then go off and eat her kibble as if she hadn't just acted like she would die without her wet food. Typical, right?

After a week straight, and not much kibble eaten, it... Was concerning. I offered my mom to cover the cost of any medical bills she would need, but was told to not be 'ridiculous', that she was too old. That she didn't need a vet, that nothing would help.

7 months in. July 7th, 2023. Ordinary day, kinda fun, sunny out, a relaxing day where I wasn't looking at my phone much. My partner gets a text from my mom asking if I am around. I get a call from my mom.

She hadn't eaten in days. She wasn't in her box anymore. She was barely drinking. All her chub was gone, leaving my poor girl at only 5 pounds. A fraction of her weight.

My mom was not calling me to say goodbye. Goodbye had already been said. And I wasn't there.

I asked if my mom could bury her, so at the very least I could have something to visit when I got home.

To get Cleo's body back, it would have cost 200 dollars. She would be cremated, and her ashes not given back either. Gone.

The older woman next to me later said she had never, in all her years, heard a person wail and scream the way I had. I barely remember it, or anything after that. The grief is so bad that I feel chest pains, and my throat will close, I could cry myself hoarse still, just from thinking about her.

On one hand I don't want to feel this way anymore. On the other I feel horrific guilt about that, about wanting to "move on". I hate that term, it needs something new. Moving on isn't forgetting about them, it just means it doesn't hurt as badly anymore, but... What does THAT mean?

Below is the very last picture I have of her.

I'm sorry, Cleo. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I broke my promise. And I'm sorry I wasn't there to say goodbye.

I'll never forget you. I'll never love you any less.

It'll be hard to visit home without you in it.

If you read this post, thanks for listening. I'm really struggling with grief processing, even though it's been almost a year. 208 days as of today. She isn't the first I've lost, she won't be the last, but WCR is partially dedicated to her.

I hope you like the pictures of her, knowing how vain she was I'm sure she would enjoy me showing them off.

Bye guys.

[skrimbleeowo]

every inside joke ive ever had.

knee surgery, skin pikachu, when the apple is fresh, gug, guh, blue, horse, the horses are coming, making out on the jouch behind taco bell at 5pm wearing the sour cream and onion lays thigh highs, pidgeon milk, gay deer, listen to the horses, anthony do you hear the distant clip cloping of the hooves?, grips your thigh, how i look at bro when he grabs my balls and twists, 97 sobbing horses, five and a half lemons, shaves you bald and licks your head, dead dog center, i cant wait to eat abstract colors, gently smiling stalon, chortles, the gayng plus airy for no specific reason, bald ass marx remove his hat, certified freak seven sheds a week, people would rather top a twink than stop and think, hello cro, the wall of shame, give it brown eye contacts i beg, bacteria, the horse man, pees, 🚷, hey gang almost drowned 🍴, EW EW EW NOT THIS FUCKI G BRID AGAIN, this sausgage im eating is like sooo good 🤤, together we are mepreg, beef, king dedede in the skittles packet on the wall, calougtromis, Constipated turbo 💞 on the shelf☝️, wolfrun he has flea 💕, do you feel, the splunger, firey ass, crying mort, slungus, 😹😹 the green one is here 😹, do not laugh the pig knows, clip being??, i want to be the slime man, club pengiun is kill, smiling egg dog, special finger, dry oatmeal, devious ahh chicken tender, niquil chicken, red aiden, the nefious angler fish, the family friend, joker piss, cheezits, the soggy goldfish incident, they hit the twink towers never faggot, aawagga, a whole spoingus, marxs quest for the sacred pepis, i just lost my dog, fourse, zims massive fucking fourhead, click the bart, gayng and the adopted chortles, the rat man, hello starlight, clutching my pearls, hey fazgang, i got that dog in me the dog, close twitter for the love of starclan, go my shithound, thread canceled antfarm go, i hope the bugs find him, shittsing, discreetly glances at your balls, ecuador, randal you cant say that word, could you repeat that, agony, fear, up my giant purple ass, bruh we in a mcchicken, furry divorce image, tompson dingletoes the 2st, meowing audio, baby limb ripper, rejoyce, horse instincts, minion ass, i smell y’all, soggy marx, hes so babygirl, all i see is a fruit, the freddy room, Pay that CHILD SUPPORT 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑💥💥💥💥💥💥💸💸💸💸💸💸💸💸, ball cancer, uhm pin wrong finger, 🛷📳, does it jiggle leafy i swear to fucking god, diary stealer island stealer wish stealer, fawful gave me backshots😁⭐⭐⭐🙂🙂🙂💖💖💖💖🌼🌼🌼🌸🌺🌺🌷🌷🌹🌺🌷🌷😁😁😁😁😁🌈🌈🌈🙂🙂🙂, transgender marx cake, horse plinko, the gaylist, check it face eyes, marvullous bleeding rodent, invader zim obby, hairless cat shamura, furry dan, i hope you like bees!! 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝, penisland, the lemon cellector, what if instead of cum you released a hive of bees from your dick, alvin and the faggots, 𓃗, Prokaryote, holy SHIT this is estrogen city in here!!, slurp, oh no.. 🚶🧎💻 , the marx hole, my fucking uterus, glass, john egbert, NEW KITCHEN GUN!!!!!! SPARKLES LIKE NEW, mom broke up with dad <:[ 😭 i have anxiety O_O, 17, the horses are rapidly approaching 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎, she 4 on my lung till i 20$, the end is never the end is never the end is never the end the end is never the end is never the end is never the end the end is never the end, the slop, organ failure, freak jr, partplauge mpreg, what hi bye hi, hey hey hey, smile always, violet leapfrog dog, liam hfjone, im naming my pussy david now, jesterspace, why would she do that 🙁, did he peed 🙁, i hate when we have grass for lunch please domt say hate, lean four, leo bass bro pyrimid, mario pussy attack, GAY (for you!!), Haha Jonathan, **gas leak**, revisiting my divorced husband, penith, freaky time, greetings and salutations, seattle esex, bens loving the ☀️☀️ today!, im geeking, ocasionally neighing, 60 year old man named hugo, 7 hours and 12 minutes, 2 hours and 33 minutes, the critters, richard, GGLLGAG, think, whatever go my scarb, magestic horse, pea screaming, ren contemplating, do hear👂that? the ❌ is coming, me when i wake up, soggy, autism

[spenciss]

borderline *ೃ༄ fem!reader x emily prentiss

somewhere along the way, the lines separating friends and lovers blur together.

“emily?” you call out, walking out of the bedroom and feeling something brush against your leg. “oh, hello sergio.”

you bend down to pet the small kitten, scooping him up in your arms as he purrs. “where’s your mom, baby?”

“right here,” you hear, prompting you to turn around as a smile stretches on your lips at the familiar voice, “i was in the other room. hotch called.”

your smile falters, knowing what was next. “you’re leaving?”

reluctantly, she nods. “i’m meeting them at the plane though, so i have some time.” she tries to alleviate your disappointment, stepping closer to you.

you let sergio roam free, watching him walk around emily’s calves, meowing softly.

she steps even closer. casually, her lips brush against yours, a smile that mirrors yours lighting up her face. “i’m on vacation next week.”

you breathe a laugh, “last time you said that we had to cancel our trip to hawaii.”

arms circle around your neck, lips so close you’re tempted to lean in for another kiss.

emily knows she doesn’t have any more excuses.

she also knows you’ll see through every one of her bullshit lies.

“if i say it’s a non-refundable trip, i might have some leeway.” she grins, not able to resist the upturn of your lips, leaning in to capture your grin with hers.

you pull away, rolling your eyes. “you wouldn’t do that to your team.”

“i’d do it for you.” she replies, not missing a beat.

and you’re stunned. because this is emily.

emily as in ‘i-can’t-commit-to-relationships’ emily.

and from what you’re hearing, she’s beginning to tiptoe over the clear boundaries you both had made.

but you only smile bashfully, seeming to not mind as you succumb to her flirting. “you’re too much, emily.”

she grins in reply, “you love it.”

sergio meows, stepping between you guys. he lays down and you both look at each other.

“someone was feeling left out.” you say.

emily chuckles, bending down to pick him up. “so spoiled,” she kisses his head, “i wonder who made him like this.”

you kiss her cheek, soft and quick, but it speaks volumes. “like mother like son.”

“emily?” you call, hearing keys jingle and familiar footsteps sounding within your apartment.

she rounds the corner and you smile, eyes crinkling solely at the sight of her. “emily!”

she chuckles, situating herself in your living room.

emily nods toward your laptop. “what are you working on?”

you sigh, “don’t even get me started,” you push the device away from you, letting your head fall onto your table, “work has me doing the job of two people.”

“what?” she says, coming toward you. “what’s up with that?”

“i’m supposed to be working on this with one of my colleagues. it’s a presentation we’re going to give to the HR managers at the end of the month.” you meet her gaze, then her lips, before continuing, “and my partner is deadweight.”

“that’s horrible, baby.” she replies, “can you ask to be with someone else?”

you shrug, “probably. but it’s not a big deal—i already finished ninety percent of it… and it’s not even like it’s world-impacting work. i don’t mind doing it on my own.”

“that doesn’t matter,” emily says, “if you’re paired up with someone, they’re expected to do their share of the work, babe. but i get it,” she presses a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so casual it feels like she’s your girlfriend. “just say something next time?”

you nod, a little dazed. “i will.”

she manages to pull you away from work, luring you into the comfort of your bed. you had your head resting on her arm, cuddled into her side.

you feel yourself drifting off.

it feels right to be sleeping next to her.

“would you hate me if i asked this question?” you mumbled, hiding your face.

emily hums, holding you a little bit tighter. “i’d never hate you.”

“but what if i said i wanted us to be official?”

she doesn’t reply and your chest sinks. you sigh, shutting your eyes. “forget it.”

“no!” she exclaims, soft and almost unsure. “i want us to be official too.”

your eyes are still closed. “so what’s stopping us?”

emily rubs your shoulder, contemplating her answer. she exhales softly, kissing your head.

“you know what i do for a living... i didn’t want to put you in danger.” she whispers, “i’m worried that i can’t keep you safe.”

“you don’t need to worry about that, em.” you reply quietly. “just worry about waking up next to me for the rest of your life.”

she laughs, quiet and little bashful. “i’d definitely be worried with the breakfast you make—if you can even call it that.”

“hey!” you chide playfully, “that was a one time thing.”

“yeah,” she retorts, “because i took over breakfast after that.”

you tilt your head up to see her beaming. you lean up and cup her face in your hands, capturing her lips with yours. “stay with me?”

she chases your lips. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you’re sitting in the passenger side, hand intertwined with emily’s. the radio is quietly humming through your car, filling the silence.

“i’m nervous.” you admit, although she already knew.

emily only smiles. “you look beautiful, don’t worry.”

“aren’t you worried your mom’s gonna kill us?” you whisper, thumb gently running over her hand.

“she’ll get over it.” emily says, shrugging, “she’s had to get over worse.”

[somethin-human]

My Angel Headcanons bc yes (sprinkle of angst but mostly good feely stuff)

In the beginning of Angel and David’s relationship, they had him over at their apartment and he saw them making cheesy ramen (it’s their girl dinner/depression meal). David thought it was an abomination and had to stop them so he can make them some actual food 💀

They’re a clothes/dress designer

They didn’t have an emo phase BUT they did have a wardrobe of only clothes from Forever 21 when they’re were in their early teens.

Them and Babe will go on little random trips together, like to the park or exploring a mall.

They’ll also randomly call Darlin’ throughout the week to make sure they’re okay and ate something (“mom” friend gender neutral)

After Inversion (til present day), Angel has gained really bad attachment issues. That’s why they wait for David to come home on the couch.

Probably has a plant obsession issue?? Like it’s not bad, but they don’t really have room on their windowsills anymore, so they’ve resorted to buying tables and stools.

Daddy issues of some sort?? Back in the audio where David was struggling with celebrating Father’s Day (and I think he was also talking about the solstice party idk), it felt like because David had to explain that it was Father’s Day, they forgot/pushes the day under the rug because of how they never really celebrated it.

They never asked David if they could get any pets with him while they were in their dating years because they were scared that there would be a break up issue for some reason (Like them and Micheal and the whole cat situation).

They’re absolutely obsessed with Aggro (Idk if there’s 1 g or 2). The first time them and David went to Milo and Sweetheart’s house, they stopped dead in their tracks when the door opened and they saw him just meowing at them. The rest of the time they were there, David would find them in the corner petting Aggro and just having a nice time.

Also, Angel asked Milo when he got Aggro or when his birthday is so around that day, they would go out and buy catnip and cat treats as a gift.

Probably has ADHD

Probably the one to get drunk really easily or is just really bad at stopping so any bystanders just see David lifting them over his shoulder to take them home.

They’re the goofy, giggly kind of drunk, but also the sleepy type.

(I’ll do Darlin’/Tank next bc they’re my absolute favorite)

[muldermuse]

Halloween Party... or a cat nap (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Another fic for the Muldermuse October Writing Fest!

This started as something v different and finished as something dumb...i just <3333 cat dad Mulder- my heart is full

if u have fox mulder ideas send em through my lovesss <3

OK so you’re at a Halloween party with your friends maybe like a week before the 31st bc u know being an adult is difficult and no one is ever free at the same time and u need like 2-3 weeks to organise a single drink so you’re all like halloween drinks on the 27th!!!!

you’re not properly dressed up, you’re wearing a tight black dress with some fake blood covering your neck and some fake fangs. tbh with a make up wipe your entire spooky look would be gone but Fox thinks you’re the spookiest/sexiest thing he has ever seen (he nearly makes you late because he can’t stop kissing you goodbye)

He tells u if u can’t get a taxi to call him immediately and he’ll pick all ur friends up and drop them all home BUT u insist that you’ll be fine and then you’re out

Fox is left alone and whilst he’s definitely going to miss u, this week has been a lot and he is very much looking forward to lying on the sofa, with a beer, a blanket and a horror film on the TV. He hums to himself as he gets the living room ready, ensuring that everything he needs (extra snacks, his glasses and a blanket) are all within his grasp so he doesn’t have to leave his comfortable position again

He turns the TV on and as he is flicking through the channels he hears a small meow at his feet, he goes to look down and ur cat Boo is just staring at him. Sometimes Boo is so quiet and calm, u both forget u have a small feline housemate/child (and then she screams at 3am whilst sat on your chest)

Boo meows and tilts her head at Fox, “Mom is out tonight so it’s me and you. I’m planning on watching some movies and having a nap- do you wanna join?”

Boo meows again as Fox pats the space next to him, she looks at him blankly as he continues to pat the empty spot. “Boo c’mon you’re making me look like an idiot…and it’s only me and you here”. She meows quietly and turns around to wander around the house. “Okay...whatever” Fox says to himself, placing his glasses on his face as he turns the volume up on to watch The Exorcist.

***

Fox feels his head start to drop a few times, he is no longer paying attention to the film and he knows he’s about to fall asleep. He repositions himself to get comfortable and suddenly feels the weight of a cat on his stomach. “Oh, finally decided to join me?”. Boo chirps softly in response and curls into a ball on Fox.

Boo falls asleep before Fox and watching her small body rise and sink with her breathing makes it harder for him to not doze off. The small buzz of the beer in his veins, the twinkling fairy lights and the comfort of the sofa all become the perfect environment for an evening nap. 

***

You’re not drunk, maybe a little bit tipsy but honestly you’re impressed at how sober you feel. You thank the taxi driver and get out of the car and practically run to your front door- sometimes you feel lame about how much you miss Fox but fuck it, love is beautiful and all that soppy stuff.

You can hear the TV playing softly in the background and the unmistakeable sound of Fox snoring in the front room. You smile as you kick your shoes off and pad slowly into the living room and there he is- what a sight.

He’s fast asleep with Boo in a tight ball on his chest. Fox’s snoring hasn’t disturbed your sometimes skittish cat and, as ever, she looks content when she is asleep on someone. You press a soft kiss to Fox’s forehead, feeling him begin to stretch as he opens his eyes “hi handsome, have a good sleep?”. As Fox starts to move, Boo looks at you and yawns, stretching her body and then jumping off Fox as if she had not just spent the past few hours dozing with him.

He hums and asks what time it is as he reaches to bring you to him, “come lie with me-please”.

“Let’s go to bed, c’mon Fox” He gives you his best puppy eyes and pushes out his bottom lip, you roll your eyes and side in next to him on the sofa. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head softly, “did you have a good night?”

“Yeah it was okay, everyone looked very spooky” He laughs into your hair, “Did you and Boo have a good Halloween party?”

“I mean... it was less of party and more of a cat nap but it was still good"

[cyberfox123]

Shades back story part 3 Calm before the storm.

https://www.tumblr.com/cyberfox123/763247473855741952/shade-back-story?source=share Part 1

Months pass now, I lose more and more of my old self. I can hardly remember what I use to look like. But yet I feel content with myself. Mistress is pleased with me. She even gave me my own room.

Every once and a while, when I had free time. Me and Layla would watch the news. To see if my brother would show up. Whenever he did we would cheer him on.

" Go Billy go! Come on don't let the cop's catch you! " The news man talking about what was happening. They said he stole some boxes from a factory. Along with his other team mates. (Oh how I wished I was there with him.) I said to myself as I watched him free doing whatever he wanted. Grab some popcorn and pretend to eat it. We see Billy got away from the cops. I flip my arms up making popcorn go everywhere. " Woo-hoo! Oops! Sorry Layla all clean it up. "

Layla plays with a toy ball as we watch. " Don't worry about it Shade. All get it later, just enjoy watching the news. " She said as she smiled at me. Her cat ears twisted as we watched.

" I can't believe they think they can catch him. He's to smart for them silly cop's. I can see what he is planning before they do. "

Layla laughed. " Maybe you should become a cop and catch him. It would be like a Saturday morning cartoon. " They both pitcher what it would be like. Officer Shade I can see it now. " She Giggles at the idea of it all. She gets up from the bed and grabbed some paper and crayon.

" What are you doing Layla? " I say wondering what she could be doing.

She finished showing me a child like drawing. Of me chasing after Billy in a cop car. " Tadaaa! "

I take it and laugh. " Haha thanks Layla. "

She flipping her tail around standing proudly. She grabs a magnet and sticks the pitcher to my chest.

" Haha very funny. " I rolled my eyes at her. Taking the picture and magnet off my chest.

Layla giggled. " So Shade, you know Christmas is coming up right? "

" Yes, you only bring it up every week. " I lean back on the floor crossing my arms. " And like I said before I don't need anything. " I look up and see Layla leaning over the bed looking down at me.

" I already got you something. " She said smiling at me ears twitching.

I let out a sigh. " See now I have to get you something... Why I said don't bother. " I close my eyes and think.

" Wait you didn't get me anything? Tomorrow is Christmas eve! " She said looking shocked. As I get up from the floor and dust myself off.

"Well now I guess I better go find something then. " I head out to the shops shaking my head as I left the room. Few min later I'm walking around town in the snow. Trying to find something for Layla, looking into the windows. " Dame... I'm not good at finding gift Ideas... " Sigh. " I'm going to get you back for this Layla... " I feel something rub agents my leg. I look down and see a small kitten that was orange and white. It meowed at me with it's tinny meow.

" Meow, meow, meow. " It tumbled over my feet falling into the snow shaking.

" Where is your mom kitty? " I pick him up brushing the snow away from it's face. It meows at me again licking my face. " Look at me talking to a cat... " I put it back down. " Go find your mom, I'm busy. I start to walk away and he follows me, his little body trying to keep up in the snow. I sigh in annoyance as I turn around. " No, The master won't let me keep you. So move along cat go away. " I make a kicking movement towards him making his step back. But he keeps walking up to me and rubbing agents me. " Fine you win..." I pick him up. " But only because your cute, but you go to the shelter when they open again. " He licks my nose again. " I don't suppose you could help me picking a gift for a cat girl? " The kitten meows. " Meow. "

Soon I make it back to the mansion. Wind and snow blow in as I walk in the door. " It is getting bad out there. " I say as I kick the doors closed, Layla sees me walk in.

" Shade your back! " She ran over and stopped as she saw I had a cat cage and cat food. " Shade... just because I'm a cat girl. Doesn't mean I eat cat food! " She said annoyed at me.

" It's not for you Layla." I say as she hears a tiny meow in the cage. She takes it from me and looks inside. " Well so much for keeping it a surprise. "

Layla takes the kitten out. It fits in her hand as it meows at her. " Oh my gosh! I love him! " She starts rubbing her cheeks against the kitten. " I love you, I love you! Yes I do! "

" Ahh, Layla that's not your surprise, you know the masters hate stray cats. I'm taking him to a shelter. So he is going to have to stay In my room.

She looks sad as she hugs the kitten. " Oh right, I forgot. I mean, if we adopt him. He won't be a stray anymore. " She said excited with the idea.

" We? Wait no! " She grabs my hand and takes me back to my room closing the door. " What just happened? " I look confused as she gives me a present. " Huh? "

" Open it, least I could do for spoiling the surprise. " She said smiling wide wall holding the kitten

" Umm already, thanks Layla. " I opened up the gift. " It's a scarf? " I take it out, it's long and red. " Layla, I don't get cold. "

" I know, but I thought it would look cool on you. " She smiles at me" Well go ahead put it on Shade. "

" Alright, just because you took the time to get it. " I put it on it hangs down almost touching the floor. " A little long don't you think..."

" I think it's perfect! " She said as the kitten meows with her.

" Now don't you start cat. " I can't help but smile with my eye's. " But thanks Layla, all treasures it always. "

She hugs me still holding the kitten. " Merry Christmas Shade. "

" Merry Christmas... Layla. "

[doofnoof]

I'm so FUCKING ANGERY!!!

Mom brought some sort of flu/cold home, me n my brother catch it. I've already been struggling for a week now because my reproductive system is all fucked up and I don't have insurance and my mom will not actually help me with insurance so I just get to sit and be in pain and get told I never do anything and that I'm wasting my life.

I'm woke up an hour early because my brother snuck into my room to take some flu medicine, when there's a whole other bottle on the fucking table in the kitchen. I have to argue with him about cleaning out his cup and then when I ask him to please feed the cats this morning since I've taken over for him twice now this week. He says "eh I'll try" and then he doesn't.

I wake up to take more medicine, sick as a dog, and come out into the kitchen to see hungry cats and A FUCKING DEAD BIRD. Odin just keeps catching them and every counter-measure I put in place to protect the birds are ruined by my mom actively fucking removing them. She thinks it's funny, it's not, and I feel so HELPLESS to do anything about it.

THEN!! Then I get to spend my morning shuffling outside to take care of the dead bird, feed the cats, and I finally get my breakfast made. I go to the bathroom to pee rq.

The toilet seat is askew and I have to completely remove it and put it back on again, because apparently everyone else is incapable of such a feat. I sit down. I look. No toilet paper. They didn't replace the tp when they were done. I handle that too, even though I'm so sick I'm visibly shaking and cannot breathe without wheezing loudly. The cats thought I was meowing at them this morning but it's just my fucking Lungs whistling.

I get back to my room. My food is cold.

I just wish someone would fucking kill me at this point. After I got a lecture yesterday about never doing anything to help anyone too.

[teamkrissy]

There was a car accident. Arachne had been staying with my ex for 10 weeks while I lived in my car and made enough money to put down a deposit on an apartment of our own. The day I signed the lease, I had enough time to scoop Arachne up along with a box of towels (my ex was a professional mover and put towels in a box, I would have just used a trash bag but he was extra like that) and a small TV and placed them safely into our new 3rd story 1 bedroom before heading to work. On my way home from my 3rd job, I was so excited to come home to just the 2 of us when a light changed from yellow to flashing red and a car sped from the north directly into the center of my temporary home.

After calling the closest thing to a mother figure I had in this town, my boss at my first job, I waited in a young police officer's cruiser while he awkwardly tried to talk to me about nu metal. She got lost, it took over an hour for her to find me, but I am forever thankful she did. It was 2:45 am when she finally dropped me off at my apartment complex and I limped my bloody slacks up the concrete steps to Arachne. It was March, now, and I learned that Arachne had seasonal allergies. While I cleaned my wounds from the first aid kit, Arachne coughed and sneezed next to me. I made a little pallet of towels on the floor, called my real mom, turned on the TV and cuddled Arachne until we both fell asleep.

My mom woke me up, knocking on my door, with some fast food in hand. Poor Arachne coughed and sneezed as we moved all of my earthly possessions into our new home. We had:

A Couch

An Armchair

A Portable TV/VHS combo

A Bookshelf

A Coffee Table

A Litter box

A Small Collection of Clothes, Toiletries, Toys and Cookware

We finally had a space of our own and with so little to fill it, we had lots of room to play.

In this apartment I learned, aside from her tendency to sniffle in early spring, Arachne loved playing with bottle caps on the tile floor of our kitchen. When she was really riled up and the sliding glass door to the balcony was open, she would use her claws to climb all the way to the top of the screen door and meow at me, wild-eyed. We had a ceiling fan in our dinette space, but of course no table, so the fan was laden with shoe strings and ribbons and danced for Arachne's pleasure. While I dreamed of filling a kiddie pool with dirt and starting a garden on the balcony, Arachne chased her doll across the empty bedroom. I slept on the couch and she, the armchair.

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Y'all I haven't known happiness like this since I lost my last cat, Emma, 2 years ago now.

So as I said before, Patron was found on the streets of a dangerous city, chipped, but the chip wasn't registered. He was thrown out after a family tried to take him in, and decided they no longer wanted him. Patron was taken to a shelter where he was depressed and sleeping, unlike the other active kittens of the place. He was also, unlike them, fully grown. 2 years old now.

I went to check him out, and as the workers closed the door and let him see me, he walked straight up to me and perked himself up happily within not even a second. I picked him up, he melted into my arms, and the workers were so astounded that he did this because Patron didn't like being held. At all. By anyone. Ever. And here he was, a completely different and happy cat, because of me.

I took him home that day, and he's been my baby ever since.

However! He seemed to love mom more than anyone. She fed him since she got up first out of all of us, so I guess it made sense. Patron never snuggled up to anyone while they sat, he never sat in laps, and he really was just hesitant to get close to anyone in a relaxing way to be honest. He wouldn't beg for pets, and he'd tolerate being held for short periods of time, but other than that, he was always perfectly content on his own just chilling here at the house, being relatively near his people (in the same room, but at a distance).

And ever since Mom went to the hospital, Patron cuddled up on her clothes, her bathrobe, everything. He clearly missed her.

But for about a week now, Patron has been walking up to my closed bedroom door, meowing and smacking it for a few minutes before going away. A few nights later, one session of this turned to multiple sessions of his meow smacking.

Then tonight, I broke.

Patron would not leave the door. At all. For any amount of time. He wouldn't stop meowing at all, and every couple of seconds he smacked the door. As I tried to sleep, I couldn't because of his meowing. So, finally, I gave up, and opened the door.

Patron raced to my bed. Our bed. He jumped up and purred louder than I ever heard him purr before, more than I thought any cat was capable of. Instantly, he began making biscuits, he stepped all over me (he's never stepped on me in his life for 2 years), he kept pawing at me to get more pets, and he even kissed my face with his which he's only done once before!!!!!

This baby boy was so curious about everything. He was so happy to be with me, and he never stopped or lessened his purrs the entire time. Eventually, he wanted out, so I let him out. And the moment I got back into bed, he was already body bashing the door to come see me again.

Patron snuggled me, he was so excited he barely sat for more than 10 seconds, and he just kept giving me love physically, more than I've ever seen him give me in two years combined. I didn't think I was going to get any sleep at all because I was just so damn happy with my boy being with me, and I wanted to be awake for every second of it.

But Patron eventually left to go get food, and then went elsewhere. Now, I will sleep, alone physically, but not in heart. Nowhere near alone. I've got my boy, my Patron, who loves me so much that he showed an entire different side of himself to just me tonight. He trusts me. He loves me. And damnit, I haven't loved this hard since before Emma passed and slept with me every night.

All I can say is, if he meows on top of me then chomps my cheek to wake me up, just like Emma did, I'll know she's looking out for us both. She knows I'm going through it right now, and that I've been the loneliest I've ever felt my entire life. To the point that, some nights, when the door is closed and I'm the only one in here, I feel cat paws stepping on me, and a small body conforming to my feet to cuddle them, just as Emma did when she was alive. I felt that feeling at least 5 or so times, but it has been a few weeks now, and I was getting really lonely.

Now I know why.

Emma wants me to open my door to Patron. He will fill the void in my life, and warm it up with his gigantic soft body cuddling me. :)

Thanks, Emma. Thanks, Patron.