#brain too hungry to meow

[moeblob]

The "problem" with drawing for 4hours on stream is I have more than one thing to post. So here's another thing.

Asmodeus♡ might not WANT to be town fisher but at this rate how dare they still disrespect his catches. Even if you don't like fish how DARE you be rude to his work.

[flight-freedom]

Me: Gee, I should really be in bed or doing something productive but I lack the motivation, to do either..

Unfortunately Also Me: guess it's time open innumerable tabs of Wikipedia pages about an obscure topic:

[s-coquette]

thinking about @charliemwrites mean ghost!!

charlie is literally one of my favourite writers on here, any thought™️ that crosses their mind makes me get brain worms. this is my first time writing anything like this so i hope it isn’t a complete disaster :,)

Johnny gets sent out on deployment without Simon for a couple weeks. This mission needing his demolitions expertise more than anything else. Leaving poor you to face Simon’s wrath alone.

While Johnny is home it’s easy to avoid him. Just hunker down next to the Scotsman and deal with his clingy and annoying self, anything but having to interact with the mammoth of a man.

He’d barely glance at you at first, leaving you to Johnnys care, having him bathe you, dress you, hold you, basically a small child with its new favourite doll.

You thought that the piercing gazes he sent you with his honey brown eyes were an indication of how much he hated you. Maybe you were getting too much of his boys attention? Were you hogging him? Were you acting out in some way that you hadn’t noticed? All of this made you extremely nervous to be in Simon’s presence, hearing him breathe next to you sent shivers down your spine.

The air was tense around you, the giant man in front of you made you feel like he was taking up all of the oxygen in the room. Casting a shadow over you from where he stood, a foot away.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”

The loud drawl of his Manchester accent and raw voice made your chest shake. You snapped your eyes back at him, realising you spaced out in fear. His arm, which was probably wider than your head, reached out behind you.

“Wh-“

A dawn of realisation fell on you when you heard a glass clink behind your head. You were standing there like an idiot while he was trying to grab a mug.

“I’m sorry-“

You slinked back to the other end of the kitchen, your pop tarts left on the counter next to him. It felt like poking the bear to even try to reach for them.

Simon’s eyebrow quirked in response, like he was waiting for something as you stared at him leaning against the marble countertops.

“I’m- I’m sorry, sir.”

You think you saw his lips curl up under the simple black balaclava when he heard the loud panicked inhale from you, in the addition of your eyes stinging with tears.

His eyes fell down to the opened bag of sweets you left on the counter, which you were munching on without even heating up. His sight then fell on you, chewing on your lip in fear while staring at the same thing.

“Y’want this?”

His calloused big fingers reached around and grabbed the pop tarts, throwing them up in the air unceremoniously and showing them off to you, like a forbidden fruit.

“N-Nevermind, I’m not hungry anymore-“

You tried to hurry out before his loud booming voice interrupted you.

“Hold on, you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

You freeze, slowing turning on your heels and staring at him.

“C’mere, kitty.”

You gulp and stare at him, his piercing stare making your hands shake.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His voice now cold, eyes narrowing. That was the only sign you needed to spring to action. Almost throwing yourself across the island, you stood in front of him again. The situation somehow even tenser than before.

“Now be a good kitty and meow for me, then you’ll get your treat.”

You could hear the smug smirk in his voice without even having to see it. A cold sweat washed over you as you thought about what to do to escape this situation.

“I’m listening.”

His tone warning again.

“meow..”

The little peep that left you seemed to give him great entertainment as you watched his eyes crinkles like he was grinning.

“I ought to teach you some manners since the mutt clearly can’t.”

You frowned at what he meant by ‘teach’, not even wanting to imagine it.

Your endless thoughts were interrupted by getting smacked in the chest with your unfinished bag of pop tarts, scrambling to grab at them before they fell on the floor.

“Now scram.”

And you did just that.

[obeymehymnbo]

Finally writing down a headcanon thing because the brain said so. This is the first time I'm trying out this kinda format so bear with me. 🙏

How I think the brothers would react to the MC trying a certain tactic on them to get what they want.

"Heyyy, [Brother Name], you know I love you soooooo much, right? I love you so so so much! My dearest beloved!! I just love you sooo much, you're so amazing!"

Lucifer

A look immediately crosses his face. Really? You're doing this now?

He tries not to sigh exasperatedly. He loves you, he does, but this is just annoying. Maybe a little bit endearing.

"What do you want, MC?"

He has heard this many times before from his brothers. Just wishes you'd get on with it, be blunt with what you want.

"You don't have to do this to get what you want, you know that, right?"

Mammon

Is the most likely to have this method work on him, honestly.

Tries to remain cool but his blushing gives him away easily.

"Well, of course ya love me, everybody loves The Great Mammon!"

Folds to anything you want from him, especially if he gets to spend the day with you as a result.

"Listen up, 'cause I'm only sayin' this once: I love ya, too, MC. Anythin' ya want, it's yours."

Leviathan

Instantly thinks you want something, because why else would you be saying this?

Of course, there's no other explanation, he's only loveable when he's good for something, after all.

"You want something, don't you? There's no way you actually love me that much! Why would you actually love a loser like me?"

You likely end up just comforting him and reassuring him that you actually love him instead of getting anything, honestly.

"If you want something, just ask, don't try to trick me with lies and betrayal!"

Satan

Knows you want something but plays along anyway, finding it entertaining.

Thinks it's cute you think this would work on him, he's not Mammon.

"I love you, too, MC. Of course I know I'm amazing, thank you."

Would fold in a heartbeat if you meowed at him, which you eventually end up doing.

"Tch, you little... What is it you want? Anything and it's yours."

Asmodeus

Loves the attention, wishes you'd be like this way more often.

Also thinks you're absolutely adorable. Why go through all this trouble? Surely you know he'd give you what you want regardless.

"Oh, MC, I love you, too! You're just too cute, I could eat you up!~"

You do get what you want, at the price of spending all day at Asmo's whim. But, surely you saw this coming? That's why you came to him!

"We should go to that store next! Oh, then the spa! This is so fun, MC, we really need to do this more often~"

Beelzebub

Gives you his signature closed eye, bright smile, puppy look.

Is happy that you love him, because he loves you, too. However, this sounds very familiar to him.

"I love you, too, MC. But... what do you want? You sound kind of like Belphie right now."

Beel is happy to give you what you want, all you have to do is ask. He deeply cares for you, after all, so he really wouldn't mind.

"Can we go to Hell's Kitchen after? I'm hungry and they have a new item on the menu. We should try it together."

Belphegor

Knows what you're trying to do and is not fooled or swayed whatsoever.

He's very familiar with this song and dance, being the youngest. This is one of his favorite methods, actually.

"You know that isn't going to work, right? 'Do not cite the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written'."

Convinces you to cuddle him for a bit if you really want something from him. End up stuck cuddling him all day as a result.

"Stop complaining, you knew this was going to happen. Now shut up, good pillows don't talk..."

[herecomethefuzzz]

hi sylv!! btw i wanna say quick tysm for ur support on my fics🥺💗ur always so kind in the tags it makes my day <3

i come w/ a request!! best friend! reader petsitting jambo + the other guy while schlatt's away and him coming back to see you sleeping on the couch with the cats and him realizing he has feelings for you🥺

-rabbitsrams <3

OHMYGOD HELLO ???? you have no idea how excited i got when i saw your user. i love your writing so much its actually amazing !!! anyway, here you go !! it might be a bit long and it probably sounds like i was rambling a bit sometimes because my brain literally. exploded. but uhh yeah !! i hope its okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- a couple days ago your best friend, schlatt, asked if you could look after his cats whilst he went out to film something for his channel. he'd promised you they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

- of course you'd said yes, not wanting to let him down. it was only for the day, couldn't be too big of a job, right? oh my god you were wrong. those two cats were just so CHAOTIC when they were together.

- that day you learnt that a black cat and an orange cat are not a good combo.

- absolute hell. you had jambo running about, doing classic orange cat stuff, and the other little guy was so. loud. literally all he did was MEOW. it didn't help that he didn't let you pet him much, seen as he didn't know you.

- you'd tripped over them more times than you could count, and, honestly, you had considered calling schlatt and telling him to come home more than once.

- it got even worse when they started to get hungry. literally round your legs CONSTANTLY meowing. it was only when you walked into the kitchen that you realised they were hungry.

- once you'd fed them, there was finally peace and quiet. so you decided to go and relax on the couch. it was late, and you were beginning to get tired anyway. you curled up and went on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. (X?? idk i just call it twitter LUL)

- after around ten minutes, both cats pattered back into the living room. you sighed, expecting them to wreak havoc again, but instead they both jumped up on the couch, and came to lay with you.

- you put your phone down as they did so, and jambo came to curl up right in your arms, whilst the other kitty laid in between your legs.

- you smiled, happy that the two kitties had finally calmed down. infact, everything was so calm and quiet that you felt yourself drifting off.

- it didn't take long for you to finally fall asleep, with the two cats being snuggled up to you, they gave you a lot of warmth.

- not long after you'd fallen asleep, schlatt had gotten home. he was grinning as he got to his front door, expecting you to be up with the cats, waiting for him.

- he opened the door, shouting a, "hey toots! i'm back!" as he walked down the hallway. as he rounded the corner to walk into the living room, his jaw literally dropped. very dramatic reaction from mr. schlatt here.

- his eyes travelled from you, to the black cat inbetween your legs, then to jambo, and he felt himself smile. maybe he even felt himself go a little pink.

- the fact you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his house made his heart beat just that little bit faster, but he had no clue why.

- and then it hit him. as he looked at your pretty face again, studying you as if you were an art piece in a gallery, he realised he had feelings for you.

this was originally meant to be like. a proper fic. but i then realised that my brain cannot comprehend writing an actual story right now so it got turned into a bulleted thing i hope you dont mind (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

[thedreamlessnights]

Almond, Apple, & Maple - pt. 1

Geralt of Rivia x modern fem!reader (upcoming NSFW)

Synopsis: When a strange young woman crashes into your kitchen and sends you tumbling through time and space, you find yourself transported to a new world - one of monsters, magic, and witchers.

Warnings: Descriptions of vomiting and nausea, as well as blood & severe injuries.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Surprise! New Geralt series - someone please tell my brain to stop having long-winded ideas and relax? Anyway, as usual, this is the game version of Geralt and written accordingly. I'm very excited to get this story told, and I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! Comments and reblogs are extra appreciated <3

Theo is waiting when you arrive. You can see him from the porch, pacing back and forth in front of the window, the way he always does when it’s dark and you aren’t home. The sun’s just set, but with black clouds brimming the sky, you’d think it had gone to rest hours ago. 

When he finally sees you, Theo lets out a meow that’s deafened by the glass and rubs his cheek against the windowpane, no doubt purring up a storm. It’s only been a few hours since you left, but you’ve missed him. 

Despite your mile-long trudge through the snow and the way you’re sweating under your coat, your fingers are frozen. They fumble clumsily with your keys until the lock finally turns. Theo is immediately at your feet, nuzzling against your legs. He’s the only cat you know that doesn’t try to bolt when the door is open.

“Hey, bud,” you greet him, slightly out of breath. You slam the door shut and squat down, ignoring the protest in your thighs. The icicles of your fingers messily attempt to scratch behind his ears, but if Theo notices that you’re inept, he doesn’t seem to mind.

You’ve never been more grateful for the cans of cat food nestled safely in your inner coat pocket, clinking dully against your remaining seventeen cents. There’s maybe a dollar or two more of loose change that can be scrounged up under couch cushions and in pockets and loose drawers. If you’re lucky, you might find a few crumpled bills. For this week, at least, Theo will be fed. You can’t say the same for yourself.

The house is warm and quick to thaw you out, which means your fingers start working again within a few minutes. Once they’re functional, a can of soup serves as your dinner. Thankfully, the microwave is still working. You dump the soup into a bowl and let it heat, then get Theo’s dinner ready for him. 

When he’s started eating - that’s when the day’s events finally hit you. 

Exhaustion is at the front of it all, thick and heavy, like a two-ton chain on your shoulders. Behind it is defeat. Defeat is exhaustion too, but different. It pulls at you from within. It isn’t your aching body or cracked, dry hands, isn't a chain or a profound sense of guilt; it’s a tiny fire within you, threatening at any moment to go out. And the inclination to let it happen.

You stare numbly at the counter, knowing the fridge is empty, knowing you have only five cans of food left until you go hungry again. Knowing that none of the job interviews have called you back, and that it’s been too long to keep up hope. 

Your hands start shaking and you want to cry, but no tears come. You’ve no doubt exhausted your supply - your eyes still feel puffy and sore from the cry you had earlier. Instead, a lump locks in your throat, and something pulls in your chest, and all at once, you’re not sure you have it in you to go on.

It’s Theo that you’re worried about, more than anything else. It’d be horrible, so horrible for you to dump him off at a shelter, but it’d be even worse to see him go hungry. You’d been hoping - are still hoping - that it wouldn’t come to that, but… you can only hope so much.

The shrill sound of the microwave rouses you from your lethargy and chain of thought. Food. The smell of the soup is heavenly, and it seeps life into you as you chug it down, spreading warmth throughout your chest. But before long, it’s finished. You’re left staring at the empty bowl, still hungry. Wanting to cry again.

Theo must sense that you’re upset, because he nuzzles against you and purrs louder than ever. No tears come, but they would if you had any left. Without him, there’s nothing but a hollow life of work - if you can even find it - and isolation. How can you possibly think about survival when there’s nothing to survive for? 

“What am I going to do?” you ask aloud, swallowing hard. You rub your temples and your words ring out in the silence, as if some response might come. Nothing. Of course, nothing.

It feels wrong to be sitting still like this. More than ever, you should be doing something. Yes, you need to move. The water in the sink is ice-cold and won’t heat, but you scrub the dishes anyway and dry them. Clean the counters. Sweep the floor. Organize the cabinets. 

These miniscule tasks keep you sane. They keep you from thinking.

Padding up to you, Theo stretches up and paws at your legs, clearly wanting to be held. You take him in your arms and hold him close, burying your face into his fur and kissing the soft little spot between his ears. He purrs louder and wriggles from your grip, making his way into your coat pocket and tucking himself into a comfortable position. He’s always been small, and likes being in there, for some reason. You hadn’t even realized you were still wearing the stupid coat.

There must be some way to keep him, right? Someone willing to watch him, just for a little while? But who? And how could you ever repay them?

A flash of sudden, searing light interrupts your thoughts. 

It comes out of nowhere and instantly spreads through your kitchen, brighter than you can stand, a ghostly hue of green. Just as you’ve shut your eyes to block it out, something rams into your shoulder and knocks the wind out of you. 

Your arm instinctively wraps in front of Theo as you stumble back. Your ribs burn with a hot, throbbing pain, and you search for breath that doesn’t come - gasping airlessly, sweat trickling down your neck until you finally taste oxygen. Oh, and your shoulder is jammed and aching too, but it’s clearly the least of your worries, because the room has started spinning. 

This is no gentle turn, no light sway of the ocean. It’s vertigo. The world is coming apart. You can see nothing but a black void as reality breaks at the seams and drags you with it. Nausea and disorientation wash over you until it’s all you can do to hold on to your dinner; hot, stinging bile in your throat, aching ribs. It hurts to breathe. Your knees buckle and legs crumple until you hit what should be hard ground, but it’s nothing. You’re falling. Theo starts wailing and digs his claws into your chest.

You’re on the sea, crashing in the thunderous waves, taking in mouthfuls of the salty water and coughing it back out - sinuses burning. You’re in an earthquake, gravel rattling beneath your hands like the ground might collapse under you, swallow you whole. 

You’re in soft grass, crawling on all fours, not knowing what’s real and what’s not. Your head throbs in rhythm with your heart and your body feels like it’s closing in on itself, compressing, bones bending. And all at once, it stops. 

You immediately lose your dinner. 

Thick, burning acid climbs up your throat again and again until you’re left retching, stomach churning. Theo meows fitfully in your coat, but you can’t move to let him out. With how hard you’re shaking, it’s hard to do anything but collapse onto your side. Then he finally worms his way out of your pocket and sits on your chest, wailing some more.

The bright light hasn’t faded, and you blink a few times and squint until you finally realize it’s the sun. Warm, golden light is shining down on you. Which would be lovely, if it wasn’t seven o’clock at night and the middle of winter. You’re dry, too, so your memories of the ocean clearly weren’t real.

I must have hit my head, you think. Exhaustion must have gotten the best of you, and you’d collapsed, hit your head, and hallucinated all of this. But when you finally gain the strength to sit up, setting Theo at your side, your thoughts stall in place.

There’s a young, ashen-haired woman lying unconscious next to you, and a wound on her abdomen is oozing blood. At first, she doesn’t seem real. But she’s warm when you lay a hand on her arm, and the ground has stopped spinning, so you figure she is. And she’s hurt.

Your hands move of their own accord, twitching, knowing that you should do something to help but not knowing what. In medical terms, you’re mostly clueless. Thankfully, when you carefully lift her shirt up from the abdomen, the wound doesn’t seem very deep. There’s bruising there too, deep violet blooming around her navel, but it’s her head that’s really scaring you.

On her temple is a swollen lump, not bleeding much - but it’s the internal damage that you worry about. Sure, you’d been trained in CPR when you were younger, but you have no idea how to treat an injury like this. The first thing you do is make sure she’s breathing. Then you find her pulse, strong and even under your fingers. Those things encourage you. 

You know that you should stop the bleeding, too. Clean the wound. Unfortunately, the only possessions you have at the moment are your coat and the seventeen cents left in the inner pocket. And Theo. Not exactly suited for fixing this sort of thing. 

Her clothes are… strange. They almost look like a costume, if the leather didn’t look so real, so meticulously fitted. And she has two swords at her back, though she’s clearly not in any position to use them. Not important, you chide yourself. The number of questions you have about what just happened is only growing and growing. But you can deal with those once she’s been treated. 

Your gaze catches a pouch on the girl’s belt, and you pull it open and lay out her things, muttering an apology under your breath for invading her privacy. Inside are a handful of strange-looking coins, a vial or two of substances you don’t recognize, and a roll of cotton bandages. When you open the vials and give them a whiff, both are their own disgusting, putrid odor, and neither are identifiable. Shuddering at the smell, you replace their corks and return them to the pouch. Which leaves only the bandages.

As cautiously as you can, you wrap them around her abdomen in an effort to stop the bleeding. It seems to staunch the blood flow. Somewhat. You don’t dare to move her or touch her head - nothing to be done about that here without the risk of making it worse. So you stand up with still-shaking legs and take stock of your surroundings. 

Green fields. As far as the eye can see, there are green fields with blooming wildflowers and bees buzzing from one spot to the next. Birds chirp in the distance, a bubbling stream lies about twenty feet away, and the sun is warmer than ever. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was spring. You have to take off your coat and tie it around your waist to ward off the growing heat.

There’s some form of wooden shack on the horizon, but you don’t feel right leaving the woman alone. Still, isn’t it better to get her some help? Should you be trying to wake her up? After a moment’s hesitation, you give her shoulder a slight shake, and she stirs. Another shake rouses her completely. 

She flinches and sits up with a start - halting the action with a pained yelp as she cradles an arm around her stomach, grimacing. Finally, her green eyes, so bright they almost appear to be glowing, land on you. “Wh-where am I?” she asks faintly, sounding as if she’s not quite conscious. “Who are you?”

Good questions, you think. But you have so few answers.

“I have no idea where we are,” you start. “This place just… appeared. I was in my kitchen, and - then I was here.” It’s a pathetic explanation, but it’s what you have. After a pause, you give her your name, too. You want to say more, but your mouth closes on its own. You don’t know what just happened, and you’re in no position to explain it.

“I see,” she says, voice tinged with effort as she straightens up. Her gaze lands on Theo, calmly laying beside you, and her lips quirk into a small smile - contrasting ghastly with her greying skin. “And who is this little one?” she asks.

“This is Theo,” you answer softly. 

“Ciri,” she reveals. “I’m… Ciri. I’d say it’s nice to meet you both, but...” She trails off, shaking her head. The movement sends blood trickling from her temple down her cheek. “It seems I’m a little worse for wear at the moment,” she lightly remarks, though her tone can’t hide the exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes. “Help me up?” 

It’s easier said than done. 

You manage to get her standing and haul her arm over your shoulder as support, but she’s stumbling rather than walking. The sun is scorching hot and merciless, and you find yourself immediately missing the snow. You can’t stop here. 

The grey shade of Ciri’s skin gets worse and worse the further on you go. Her steps get progressively clumsier too, like her legs have started to spasm. Finally, her knees simply give out and she collapses, panting as she plants her gloved hands on the grass. The shack isn’t far now, but she’s bled through her bandages. It seems the wound was worse than you thought. At least Theo is obediently following behind the two of you, and seems to be enjoying this strange adventure.

“Only a little further,” you tell Ciri, even though you’re shaking with overextension and every inch of you hurts. Even though you know in your gut what the odds against her are.

She nods, gritting her teeth in determination, so you prop your shoulder under her arm and help her up. It’s worse this time. She’s a dead weight. You’re practically dragging her. But something anxious - manic, even - buzzes under your skin, fills your breath, surges strength to leadened muscles. Your thoughts trip over one another again and again until you find the word. Adrenaline. It’s the only reason you’re still walking.

The two of you have just made it through the door of the shack when she collapses again, tilting her head back against the wall as she gulps in air, pressing her hand against her abdomen.

You’re suddenly overtaken by the fear that she’ll die and leave you here alone. That you’ll be left with a corpse, a hollow, rotting shell of a girl you barely know. You want to ask her if she has any last wishes, if there’s anything you can do. But, seeing as she clearly hasn’t given up on life yet, it seems cruel to start bringing up death.

Instead, your hands, forever busy, start rummaging through the shack’s cabinets and drawers. You find a few small treasures: a bottle of spirit, some dried fruit and meat, and a length of clean (or, at least, it looks clean) cloth. You don’t waste a moment before returning to Ciri, undoing her blood-soaked bandages to press the cloth against the wound.

She softly cries out as you apply pressure, but makes no move to stop you. Her body lies limp as you work. Then you secure the cloth with the old bandages, tying them as tight as you dare. Her stomach is still bruised, after all, and she’s clearly in pain. At least her face looks less grey now. A little.

“Well, well. What’ve you got there?” she asks, her gaze turning toward the floor, where your newly-found treasures lie.

“Some kind of spirit, I think,” you tell her, picking up the bottle and examining it.

“Give it here?” 

You hand it over without hesitance. She bites off the cork, spits it on the floor, and takes a whiff of the liquid inside. Finding it acceptable, she downs a large swig and tilts her head back again, sighing in relief. Yes, she’s definitely less grey now.

She can’t be very old. What happened to her? Who did this to her? You’re suddenly filled with blind anger. A helplessness that you can’t do more, can’t even comfort her. Theo must be sharing your line of thought, because he crawls onto her lap and starts purring, tucking himself into a circle.

“Thank you very much, Theo,” she says weakly, petting his back. She takes another swig from the bottle, then closes her eyes. You linger near the window, fighting the urge to pace around the room. You’re just about to ask her what happened to her when the rapid sound of hoofbeats approaches.

“Ciri!” a voice calls. Deep - coarse. Warm. The hair on your neck stands up at the sound of it. From fear or anticipation, you don’t know.

“In here,” she responds. She doesn’t bother yelling, just speaks the words as if they’re meant for you. You doubt whoever it is out there can hear her, but he comes inside anyway, bursting through the door like he’s afraid it won’t open.

You immediately gape at the sight of him, thoughts conflicting. This stranger, he’s tall, and broad, and beautiful. And a little scary. You should be afraid of him. He clearly thinks you hurt Ciri, from his expression. You should move, or explain, but you can’t. You just stare at him.

He stalls at the doorway, taking in the sight of her with wide eyes, looking almost pained. You can’t tell what color they are - his eyes - but as they rake over the extent of her wounds, something hardens in his gaze. Then it turns to you. He takes a slow step forward, muscles pulled tense like he’s waiting for a fight, watching you the way one watches a venomous snake. Do you imagine the way his hand instinctively twitches toward his blade?

“Geralt,” Ciri says, sounding immensely relieved. “It’s alright. She helped me.”

At her words, he instantly relaxes, gaze turning away from you as he steps over to Ciri and squats down at her side. Your head’s begun spinning again.

“Geralt, is that Ciri?” a distorted, cool-toned voice asks. “Is she there?” The words seem to have come from the air - you can’t see a source for this new speaker. Then Geralt pulls out a small metal box from his belt and holds it up toward his mouth. Like a phone.

“She’s here.”

The response comes through the box again. “Don’t move.” And, apparently, the voice doesn’t wait for an answer. Ten seconds later, a swirling circle of light appears in the midst of the room and a dark-haired woman walks out of it. 

“Ciri,” she murmurs, going pale. The word is half relief, half fear, and her voice is much clearer now that it isn’t coming from the strange box. She kneels at Ciri’s side, tucking bloodied hair out of her face. “Come with me,” she says. “We must get you out of here, get you somewhere safe.”

“Not going to argue with that,” Ciri says, attempting a laugh. The sound cuts off in pain. The dark-haired woman purses her lips, then helps her to her feet, half-carrying Ciri the way you did. The two of them walk toward the swirling circle of light together, and you watch them helplessly - not knowing if you should say something.

At the last moment, just before they’ve entered, Ciri angles herself toward you. “Wait - I forgot to thank you for your help,” she says. “You may have just saved my life. I can’t repay you at the moment, but… thank you.”

Frozen, you simply nod in response, watching as the two of them step into the light together. Ciri’s words swirl through your mind restlessly. There’s a flash, then both of them are simply gone. Vanished into the air. And, a moment later, the circle fades. 

Leaving you and Geralt alone.

You stare at him across the room, and he stares back at you, looking even more confused than you feel. You’ve seen a fair amount of insanity in your life, but never anything like this. You can’t even begin to process what you’ve just seen. And, funnily enough, you’ve never felt more alone in your life, even with his company. 

Now that Ciri isn’t here, you can take in the sight of him fully. Dark leather armor, snow-white hair, and two swords strung on his back. Like Ciri.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were wearing costumes. But Ciri’s blood is much too real on your hands, and so is this… weird, fucked reality that you’re in, sunny when it should be winter, daytime when it should be night, you have no idea where you are, and - fuck. What the hell is happening?

Your feet move to take a step toward the table - to sit down, think all of this over. But something strange happens when you move. Your body starts shuddering and the ground below you suddenly feels unstable. Your head throbs and your legs feel strangely light. Instead of taking a step toward the table, your knees tumble out from under you.

Or they would have. If Geralt hadn’t caught you.

tags:

@henryownsme @madamemelancholysstuff @fullmoonshadowwrites @darkscrossfire @beforethepen @julijal @ailynyan @ivuravix

(So sorry if you didn't want to be tagged! If you’d only like to be tagged for my other series, Accismus, please let me know and I'll happily fix that for future works ❤️)

[thedemonsurfer]

im full of adderall and im making it everyone else’s problem

i can’t stand those articles that are like “you cat is MANIPULATIVE their meowing is on the same frequency as BABY CRYING and they’re doing it on PURPOSE to make you do things!”

and like. my guy that cat has triangle ears and nothing going on between them. She is just here and she is just vibing

and yes its true that adult cat meows have a similar frequency to a baby’s crying, but that’s not ‘intentional’ or ‘manipulative’, it’s Pavlovian conditioning!

go look up a video of baby kittens-- and i mean BABY kittens, the little guys that haven’t even opened their eyes yet are still with mama. listen to their little mews. now look up a video of a hungry cat near dinner time (or wait until its time to feed your own) notice how the baby baby’s mews are attention getting, but they don’t like dig into your head like an adult cat or weaned kitten?

meowing is cat baby talk. just like crying or babbling in human babies, its used by kittens to communicate when they’re too small to use the body language and sounds adult cats use. WE, their very tall colonymates who are excellent hunters and can open doors, also can’t use the body language and sounds of an adult cat

Cats have to learn to keep meowing into adulthood to communicate with humans, and they learn which meows communicate best. im fairly certain most folks are familiar with the wide range of meows cats make, from the ‘mrrp!’ greeting sound to the ‘eh-eh’ chatty noises like they’re actually conversing with you to the ‘WAOW!’ of wanting your attention

so yeah, an adult cat wanting your attention meows with a frequency similar to a baby’s cry, because that’s what makes your human brain respond fastest. its YOUR fault he learns that frequency of meow gets attention, actually! and cats owned by deaf or hard of hearing folks have different methods of getting attention and probably meow a lot less than a cat owned by someone who has normal hearing

its not manipulation or anything that suggests its intentional on a cat’s part. he’s just making noises and some of them get your attention better than others so he’ll keep using those

[misscorn]

Day 1 Blossom/Reunion

Oh my god im freaking out @takaritsuweek day 0 is almost freaking here and I can't handle it. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Enjoy some sadness LAKSJLKAJ

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Masamune’s eyes had become much more sensitive (and required an even stronger prescription) in his old age, causing him to slowly wake at the first hint of sunlight. Usually he would grumble and throw his blanket over his head - much too tired to be dragging himself out of bed to adjust the curtains - but today he would utilize every waking moment. 

Today was special, after all. 

He slowly sat up, more bones protesting than he would have liked as his feet touched the cool floor. His movement disturbed the big fluff ball that had been laying beside him, making her stand and stretch at her own sluggish pace. She padded across the mattress to bump her head against Masamune’s arm. 

“Being nice today, Sakura?” He asked, scratching her between her white ears. “Or are you just hungry?”

She meowed, making her way into Masamune’s lap and plopping down. She was an old cat now - sixteen years old give or take - and the name had been Masamune’s idea after he and Ritsu found her frightened and hungry on the street. Ritsu treated the name suggestion like a bad joke, but it just ended up sticking. 

Sakura head butted Masamune’s hand as he pet her, quietly purring. 

“Ah, are you maybe worried about me? Do you remember what today is?” He asked. “Come on, get up.” He gently nudged her, Sakura not typically enjoying being picked up and manhandled. With enough encouragement, Sakura hopped down from the bed, much more agile than Masamune despite her own elderly status. She took a few steps forward toward the bedroom door before looking behind her shoulder to make sure Masamune was following. 

“I’m slow, but I’m coming, don’t rush an old man.” He said with a chuckle, making his way to the small kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee and got Sakura her food. He didn’t have much of an appetite himself, sipping his hot drink slowly as he watched Sakura eat greedily. 

“Now, don’t start expecting me to always wake up this early to give you your food.” Masamune warned and Sakura made some noise that couldn’t quite be classified as a meow with all her chewing mixed in with it. Masamune smiled a bit to himself in amusement, finishing his coffee. 

“I’ve got something for you.” He said, opening a specific cabinet that made Sakura’s pupils go wide and her ears stand up straight as her brain alerted her that this was the one that held the treats. She jumped up onto the counter, meowing loudly, making Masamune shush and shoo her. “Have some manners, Sakura.” He scolded playfully, getting out a treat for her as well as a little toy he’d stowed away. He set the treat down first, chuckling as she devoured it. “You’re going to choke.” He warned, but she didn’t pay him any mind.

She licked her lips once she was finished then looked up at Masamune expectantly, waiting to see if she was lucky enough for more. 

“Here, since you destroyed your last one.” He said as he gently tossed a small fish shaped toy to her. Sakura latched on to it immediately, biting and kicking with her back legs. She preferred toys she could grab rather than little balls to chase - that took too much energy. Masamune watched her ‘attack’ with affection. 

“Happy birthday, Sakura.” He said. Now, he and Ritsu didn’t know if today was actually her birthday - it was unlikely - but today was the day that the two had found her, so it seemed appropriate enough. 

With Sakura taken care of, Masamune began to walk out of the kitchen. First he went to a rather expansive bookshelf, very carefully scanning the titles that he and Ritsu had collected over the years for one book in particular and pulling it out once he located it. He then shuffled to stand in front of a simple and private shrine, tending to some of the cherry blossom branches on display he’d gotten the previous day. Sakura followed after a few moments, the fish toy in her mouth as if it were prey she had caught. 

“Today isn’t just your birthday, Sakura.” Masamune said, looking down at her when he heard the tinkling of the bell on her collar. She let out a muffled meow around the toy as she looked up toward the flowers and the picture front and center. She knew from past experience that if she tried to jump up there she’d get grabbed, so she stayed put. 

Masamune lit a candle, refraining from burning incense as he knew it wasn’t good for his feline friend. 

“Happy birthday, Ritsu.” He said, soon kneeling on a cushion, planning on being here for quite a while. Sakura watched him for a few moments before ultimately deciding to curl up next to him, gently dropping her toy between her own front paws. 

“I bought a small cake for later. And I have your favorite book here. I thought I’d read it to you. Sakura’s here too, to say happy birthday. She’s more clingy today. I think she’s worried I’m sad.” Masamune scratched her under her chin, Sakura leaning into the touch. “Well, she’s not wrong. I miss you.” Masamune took in a shaking breath, his already terrible vision becoming even more blurry with tears. “I can’t cry and read, though. You’d be mad if I got your favorite book all wet.” He said with a bittersweet laugh, pulling his hand away from Sakura to push his glasses out of the way and rub his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you so much, you know that? Otherwise I’d be royally pissed off that you left me again even though you promised you wouldn’t.” He continued. “I mean, I am pissed off, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll forgive you if you give me the thousands of kisses I’m owed triple fold when we meet again.” He said, sounding entirely too serious about his terms.

The photo of Ritsu just smiled wordlessly, an eternal flush to his cheeks, forever immortalized as a bashful, nervous, but excited groom on his wedding day.

Masamune took another deep breath, realizing he’d just been staring for a few minutes. “Sorry. Don’t mean to be giving you a hard time on your birthday of all days.” He smiled a bit. “I guess I should be giving you thousands of kisses, huh?” He chuckled. “Shouldn’t I, Sakura?” He asked. 

Sakura meowed in response, but stayed curled up.

“See, she agrees.” He said, trying to ignore the way his heart grew heavier at the lack of indignant protests and embarrassed denials. “You probably want me to get on with the reading already, huh? It’s not as fun to tease you without you here to yell at me, anyway. One would think you would have mellowed out, but I swear you got worse.” He joked, chuckling softly to himself, his laughter petering out into a sigh. “I’d give anything to hear you call me an idiot again, though.” A brief silence fell over Masamune before he smiled slowly. “Or a pervert.” His laughter returned. “How’d I get so lucky, marrying the cutest man in the world?”

Still no answer, not that Masamune was expecting one. Masamune sighed once more, admiring his husband’s features. “When did we get so old?” He complained. Although many things began to deteriorate the older he got - his eyesight, his strength, his energy - the memories of their youth were still bold in his mind. His heart so clearly recalled the feeling of falling love for the first time - how frightening, unexpected, exciting, and overwhelmingly warm it was. Although their separation had left a deep wound, it healed with time and the scar faded with the many wonderful years he and Ritsu were able to spend together after their reunion. 

Now, all that was left was the love that was so haphazardly but sincerely and passionately tended to and grew into something beyond what Masamune ever could have hoped for. Only, the person that love was for was no longer here to share it. 

“Mreow?” 

Masamune blinked, realizing his tears had overwhelmed him this time and began to fall down his face. 

“Sorry, girl. I don’t mean to worry you.” Masamune stroked her back reassuringly. “You miss him too, don’t you?” He added with a sad smile. 

It took at least a year for Sakura to stop looking for Ritsu after his passing. Sakura had always preferred Ritsu over Masamune, not that Masamune minded - nor could he blame her. Ritsu was great, after all. She’d get on Ritsu’s side of the bed, sniffing his pillow and laying down, meowing loudly to demand nightly cuddles - a ritual that she and Ritsu became quite settled in after years of companionship (And Ritsu finally learning how to handle and read the body language of a cat). However, her meows were left unanswered. She would look behind Masamune after he’d come home from running errands to see if Ritsu would be following, but he never was. She’d even sit and wait at the front door, meowing over and over again as if her voice could lead Ritsu back home.

Masamune’s grief had been volatile for a long time, even more so during the first year. Sometimes when he saw Sakura sitting and waiting he had to sit himself down on the couch as he became overwhelmed with body jerking sobs, unable to compose himself for hours. Other times he’d snap and tell her to shut up and that Ritsu wasn’t ever coming back. Much more rarely he would sit beside her and pet her head, watching the door with her. 

“I think that’s why we get along pretty well.” Masamune said to the cat. “Cause we both love Ritsu.”

“Mreow.”

“Only idiots wouldn’t love him.” 

Sakura started to purr and Masamune took that as agreement. He calmed down his tears and straightened out his glasses before he finally opened up the book to start reading out loud. Sakura’s purring quieted down before ceasing all together, her breathing calm and steady as she fell asleep to the sound of his voice. 

Masamune continued to read, letting himself get lost enough in the book that he could pretend there was another person leaning against his shoulder and following along with the words.

[sydney-sharkgirl-oak]

For the heck of it, here's a list of all the fanfics I'm currently reading

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Broker

By: thebroker

This one's really good, super heros and villians and a manic pixie dream girl mc with progressive DID

Path of dragons

By: nrsearcy

A cancer ridden marine biologist who half-assed his research turned worlds most powerful and socially defunct druid

MEOW: Magical emporium of wares

By: tonibinns

Adorable magical slice of life with a depressed cat and a bookworm baby dragon addicted to bacon

Chaotic craftsman worships the cube

By: probablyaturnip

Love this one, 700+ chapters currently about a guy who crafts answers to all his problems to the point his brain explodes no less than 10 times, terrifying all the gods watching him and giving his half succubus healer gf a migraine constantly healing him, develops a strict code of exacting overwhelming ironic revenge on those who try to kill him, which is a lot

Memoirs of your local small time villainess

By: flameruner

Not to bad, kind of your basic issekai into a game world story, weak mc but with overwhelming world knowledge

Ruinous Return

By: serasStreams

Really like this one, issekai-ed mc kills the bad guy, dies from the battle, gets issekai-ed back to earth only to reverse issekai herself back to the magic world with the powers of the demonic dragon she died killing, only to find her friends erased her existence from history and took credit for her kill, she is very angry

Amelia Thornheart

By: Keene

Adorable lesbians, they're just so cute. The love interest takes one look at the mc and thinks "oh no she's hot, why do I want to shoot her in the face"?

And everyone asks her, why do you have your, 'I want to shoot you in the face' look?

Super supportive

By: sleyca

Not sure how to describe this one, but it's good and detailed and even has been in the top 10 on royal road for months now. Mc has a lot of struggles and trauma

Phantom star

By: seras

Space mechanic who can hear the songs of machines and prays to Garrus Vakarian, the patron saint of weapon calibrations

Ivil Antagonist

By: ravensdagger

The government's names for undercover operatives are all hilariously terrible puns. Mc who is so immensely powerful, gravity obeys her instead of the otherwise around

Hard Enough

By: Viva01

A fantastic pokemon fanfic featuring Brock where he has memories of the pokemon franchise and abuses it to hell and becomes not only insanely rich but powerful too. Is dating Sabrina and they're so disgustingly adorable together. Highly recommend

Pokemon trainer vicky

By: seras

Another pokemon fanfic, battle hungry mc who gets insulted by lance, and she proceeds to make her entire existence his problem, chiefly by calling him a flying type master, rather than dragon (all his pokemon have flying types, haha)

A (not so) simple fetch quest

By: cathfach

For the insane amount of sexual trauma in this story, it's fun and adorable. But I cannot overstate the obscene amount of trauma here, mc gets stuck in a dungeon and grinds grinds and grinds and grinds in order to get stronger

But how do you grind your poison resist? You find a spider that wraps you up in silk that's way to comfy and let it eat you

Everything becomes the mc's kink, she even survives an attack from a spider queen because she had an orgasm while the queen was injecting her with poison and acid

Great stuff, covers every kink imaginable

[taleofturtleclan]

MOON 8

“I’m going to take this back,” Splash meowed, nudging the cold body of the mojarra with his paw. Sand looked up from the tidepool they’d been fishing, his gentle green eyes meeting Splash’s. 

“Do you want company?” he murmured.

“Nah,” Splash meowed, “Dustjump probably won’t want more than one cat coming into the den just now.” His tone was dismissive, but he couldn’t deny the little shiver of delight that he felt at Sand’s offer. He’d never thought it was fair, how a tom only a pawful of moons older than he was got to boss him around like he was Shell’s First Mate aboard a ship, but now that Splash had been rightfully acknowledged as an adult, things were… easier. It had turned out Sand wasn’t too much of a beetle brain after all. 

Thoughts of Sand faded as Splash made his way back to camp, the salty flesh of the mojarra causing his mouth to water. He hadn’t seen Dustjump emerge from her den in days to do anything other than eat and make dirt. It was worrying. He knew the old bag of bones was mated to her duties, but she was going to burn herself out at this rate. 

“I said no cat other than me is to come in here!” Dustjump snapped as Splash sauntered into her den. He didn’t take it personally, she was under a lot of stress. 

“Relax Dusty,” he meowed as he set down the fish. “I brought dinner. That way, you don’t even have to leave your den to get fresh-kill tonight.”

“I’m not hungry,” she growled.

“Really? Because I haven’t seen you eat since last night. You won’t help anyone if you wither away any more than you already have.”

“Still a nasty little brat,” she grumbled, but the bite was gone from her mew. That was good. 

Splash settled down beside the old molly while she scarfed down the fish in a few quick gulps. He never would have expected that he could come to love this high-strung old cat, but life was full of surprises.

“How are you?” he asked gently. “And before you say you’re fine, remember that you told me lying about your health does no cat any good.”

“I’m…I’m alright. Not great, but alright.” She sighed.

“And how are they?”

“Foam is… the same. He’s not getting better or worse. Brokenmast’s progress has slowed a little since I don’t have as much time to spend helping him, but he’s avoided the sickness so far.”

“Then it sounds like you’re doing the best that any cat could,” Splash meowed.

“It’s not enough,” Dustjump growled.

“It will be,” Splash said firmly. “You’ll see.”

Dustjump made no reply, but leaned against Splash’s shoulder, sharing his warmth.

[angrylittlebimbo]

Little Black Cat

Moon Boys x Oc🫶🏽

Warnings: OC X CANNON THIS ISNT AN X READER, but if requested I can make x reader stories🫶🏽 This is not a story anyone asked for, but it’s a story you’ll get. To the warnings: profanity, suggestive talk

Lona’s POV

In my little black cat form, I look around looking for my next victim to bring to hell, to destroy mentally, and a life to fuck up. I sit on the side of the road, meowing, begging for any shred of food, but I’m far from hungry, I am the meanest, nastiest, most evil, little black cat. I am the reason the life you live is so bad, I AM the reason you trip over air..I..AM THE REASON- ‘what the fuck’- I say in my head as I am picked up I look at my captor, what a handsome little man and it would seem my handsome captor has a little disorder, I can sense it when I look through his mind to judge all the bad and good things he’s done, but they weigh out evenly and I can’t seem to figure wether to damn him to an eternity of bad luck and horrible living or to give him good luck for a day. I suppose I’ll see where this journey will go.

Jake Lockley’s POV

As I walk along the street I hear something, I’ve just got finished with some of Konshu dirty work as usual and the sound is meowing. My heart bursts at the sound, it sounds so pathetic like it’s begging. So I go and I find it picking it up from the side of the street, what a funky looking cat, it’s a little ugly too. I bring it home and sit it on the counter, staring at it ”Hello little one, are you a boy or a girl?” I softly ask as if it can understand me, going to pick it up, then boom my hands are on the hips of a very, fine attractive looking woman staring down at me.

“I’m a woman, a pretty fucking hot one at that, and a little opportunist at that, handsome” She said and hopped off the counter walking around me and then smacking my ass causing me to flinch as she laughed a devilish laugh. I glare at her slamming her against the wall “You do that to everyone or am I special?”

No one’s POV

Lona couldn’t help but laugh at him “You’re just special I mean, you’ve got two other people living in your brain, it’s a little odd, but I’ll get use to it. I’d love to meet them and corrupt the little innocent one and make him my little slave” She hissed out and Jake just stared at her, being the protector meant he would have to keep this psycho little black cat away.

Thank you for reading this!!

[cryingatships]

Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 1 aka we have several kitties in our hands

Ok let's start~

Ai di? Eddie? Which one are we gonna follow? I'm not immune to pretty faces, I'm gonna protect him with my life now. Also are they a couple? Sorta ship it oeo

Okee guess not. Hmmm Picking up someone out of the blue, and Ai di scratching his back like that, very cat-like of him. A meow =w=

Why is Mr. I'm-The-Only-One-Not-Wearing-Black just standing there like a statue? Where's your concern for a friend. Oh, they're supposed to be old acquaintances as per mdl? That explains it the smile.

What's that red thing on the photo? Lemme guess, blood? It is a mafia (can we call this mafia?) setting.

Zhong Yi is a brave, brave person for not screaming when he saw a bloody hand on the road all of a sudden. Kudos to him. Could never be me :')

Oh oh oh (nooooo) they're using the same remedies. Does ql drama world not have not other, more effective medicines for woundtending? That looks like a gash too deep for home treatment, if you ask me. But ig he'll be saved by ql logic ahaha (I love ql logic. Why can't we have ql logic irl huh)

For once there is no (not felt by me atleast) homoerotic subtext in woundtending. Shocking.

(Anyone know what are the names of the books? Ig they're all books related to studying medicine and such, but I'd still like to know)

Ze Rui, my boy, blackmailing is not how you woo the love of your life. But it's effective here, so owo

Ze Rui is dramatic af. A bread isn't gonna break your ribs, chile. He reminds me of our cats throwing a concert of shame whenever mealtime is late by like half a second.

Zhong Yi keeping tabs. Finally a character who makes (tries to make) financially sound descisions. Like love ain't gonna fill your stomach (not with your sugar kitty mooching off you u.u)

Ze Rui, my boy, you're sus af. I'd have taken away any valuables before leaving you in my home, too. Scamming alert u.u

"It's your karma then." 👏👏👏👏👏

My meow meow is back. He's got some claws. And He looks great in pink! And he has a (potential) boyfie too, good for him!

Knowing your hookup form the night before didn't go home with you for your rizz but for your decade old rice cooker.... that must hurt.

OH? Is Xong Yi snapping finally?

Nvm false alarm. the intimacy tho. Which other surfaces do you wanna shove him against, Ze Rui? BUt threatening is bad flirting technique smh

I don't wanna say it but - poor husband working his ass off to earn money and feed his other, lazy ass of a husband. Also Zong Yi looks so meow meow here? He looked Tired, I feel bad for him :\ Ze Rui take care of your man sometimes, too! Don't make him be the only caregiver in the relationship, it won't work out

Ze Rui is so Kitty Coded that they had to add cat noises jajaja

Oh so Ze Rui does have some brains. His friends (?) did call him the brains of the group hmmm. But ZR lookis so smug, is it cause he made a fool of ZY or cause he has ZY on his (technically ZY's) bed

Ok we need a list of Bread in qls. Bread as a metaphor, bread love (also hate) language yeye

Oh tragic pasts time.... How expectations can go both ways, huh? Too much too little, atleast it seems like ZY still has a good family? (I'm jinxing it-). Seeing that this is Taiwanese drama, and after reading a lot of danmeis, I wonder if ZR is an illegitimate child? As they call it in the danmeis, a 'mistress's' child?

Ok ok I have a theory - Ai di is an ornage kitty (the kind who're always too excited and wants your attention 24/7 or they'll wreck havoc on your room), Ze Rui is a fancy long haired high maintenance kitty (a calico?? Let's not look at the sciences of this), Zong Yi is a black-white kitty, not totally a void but def wiggly and also got the coldness of a white kitty.

Putting clothes on your (future) lover, a beloved if new trope :3 (ye i'm looking at loa)

I want a piece of that cake too, so hungry ueueue

ZR is three cats in pyjamas confirmed. Cats never ever finish their meals cause they too 'eat in small portions'. smh

They're not using the there was only one bed trope?

OH OH THAT LOOK WHEN ZY starts eating. I see you I see you. I feel food was very important in today's episode like, it's used as a method for establishing who's controlling the situation, then it's used a bridge for communication and negotiation, and it's used to show economic differences (like ZR can bother wasting food and eats in small amounts, definitely not smt a person coming form a less privieged section of the society can do)and finally this look. I'm not gonna analyse this cause ye- but.... food.... maybe I'm just too hungry XD

This Zhang Teng would right in a drama of supernatural genre

I like the ending ost u.u

OK there was some INteresting power dynamic. A injured gang member who probably kills at sight and is rich, is now under the care of a impoverished, seemingly harmless (when are doctors, potential ones included, ever harmless) student with barely any way to defend himself from violence. But Zong Yi may refuse to treat him. Then we have the knife. Doctors are gain power from their skill, but is it enough to counter a the power of a criminal gang? And the gang member depends on the (aspiring) doctor for his life, while the doctor's life depends on the gang member's life. Ze Rui constantly uses words like "brat", "kiddo" etc to further demonstrate the power dynamic at play (cause in Asia seniority = social power and respect), but Zong Yi hardly ever argues about the use of these words. Like, he isn't even trying to establish that he too, has some power over the situation. Is he truly so accepting of others' holding power over him or is he just unbothered cause he treats Ze Rui's words as completely irrelevant to his life? Hmmmm. Who exactly has the upper hand rn? I'd say it's Zong Yi rn, but then again Ze Rui can successfully overturn anything Zong Yi does (like the locked door) and force Zong Yo to do his bidding soo...fd

[ncsdlr]

Day 1

- Adhere to the warnings stated before reading -

Series: I'm Sorry, I Love You

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"Stupid fucking Raven," Angela grunted as she tossed her blanket off of her body, "Who the hell does she think she is? I mean, making me make it up to her like that, ugh! It's not like she isn't at fault here too. She made me feel like she stuck by me through all that out of the goodness of her heart, and she goes and says all that shit about me!"

Meow

Angela looked at her cat, pausing halfway through the small braid in her hair as she got herself ready in her vanity. Then, she sighed, releasing her hair from her fingers, letting the braid fall apart as she held her head in her hands.

"What did I get myself into, Nivo?"

Meow

"Oh, sure, blame it on me."

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Angela racked her brain for ways to make it up to you. I mean, how does someone make it up to the person at fault?

It shouldn't have to be so expensive. Angela thought she could take you out for the day, get food with you, maybe go to the mall, she didn't know. She'll figure it out.

When Angela reached your apartment door, she knocked and waited for you to open your door, rolling her eyes at how long it was taking. Personally, she would have liked it if you answered immediately.

On the other side of the door, you were fast asleep, barely even registering the knock that sounded through your abode. Then as another knock sounded, you shot up in your bed, you messy hair flying over your face.

Your feet took you to your front door, and without my much thought, you threw it open and revealed a very well-dressed Angela smiling brightly at your not so well-dressed figure.

"Oh, you're early," you paused, scanning the outfit she'd come to your house with. "Come in, come in."

You lead Angela through your home, urging her to take a seat on your couch while you go back to your room to freshen up.

"I didn't think you'd be here so early, I would've gotten up and not greeted you like this." You began, continuing with, "Help yourself to anything in my fridge if you're hungry for anything. Let me just sort myself out, and then I'll get back to you."

"Take your time, Ven. I just thought that we could spend the day together, go on a date maybe."Angela said.

"A date, huh? So you were serious about that girlfriend part."

Angela stammered, her brain malfunctioning at the thought of you having considered the thought of her actually being your girlfriend. But fear not, because she knew how to handle this.

"Well I- it doesn't have to be a date. This could be anything you want it to be."

"Angela," You called, and when she appeared in your room doorway holding a glass of water, you continued.

"I told you to make it up to me, and if this is how you want to do that, then this is how we'll do it, " you said flatly.

Angela's brain heated up at your tone of voice, but her heart warmed at being given the wheel on this, so she smiled a gentle smile at you and spoke with a thoroughly calculated soft voice, "Thanks for giving me this chance, Raven."

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This day couldn't be any more tiring and hurtful. Angela's wallet was starting to hollow. Her complaint is that she only has a thousand dollars to spend on herself. You were so fucking expensive.

But that was an illusion. Not once did you ever ask Angela to buy you anything. Except maybe in the afternoon when you saw an ice cream stall in the park. But that wasn't too much, right?

For breakfast, Angela took you to McDonald's. Nothing too fancy. The two of you merely shared one order of a stack of pancakes. You thought it was cute, but Angela thought of sharing one order with you to preserve her riches.

The plan was to make you fall in love with her, not tear a hole in her wallet.

It was lovely from then on. Well, until lunchtime rolled around. Angela caught you up on the latest tea spilt in her friend group, and in return, you shared some of the things you did with your friends. Like, that time when you bought your friend a matching bracelet, and that time you fell down the last three steps on the stairs because you were too engaged with the stories one of your friends were telling.

Angela had a laugh at that, her cheeks turning pink as she laughed her little black heart out. You found it adorable, the way she brought her hand up to cover up her smile when she laughed, the way her eyes were glossed and nearly closed. It seemed that everything about her was just perfect.

Then lunch time rolled around, and Angela's mood soured, the long line getting on her nerves. She was thankful for your head leaning on her shoulder, though. It grounded her - wait, it did?

Anyway, all was well when the food came and the waiter apologized for the long wait. Then, when it was nearly time day to end, you offered to walk Angela home, which she was thankful for - what? - She was dreading the long walk home alone.

"So what are we doing tomorrow?" You asked as you walked with Angela to her home at a leisurely pace.

"I was thinking we could watch a movie at your place in the afternoon. You can pick the movie, I'd bring the snacks. Is that alright with you?"

You tsked, "How you make it up to me is on you, Gel. I won't tell you how to do it."

Angela chuckled, "Ah, right."

Then, in the silence that had befallen the two you, Angela's mind went haywire, thinking of all the possibilities that would come tomorrow. She was scared you'd catch onto her original plan, not knowing you were completely oblivious to her devious plan.

Then she perked up, her ADHD hitting her with a bright idea. "Oh, maybe we could make matching bracelets one of these days. We could wear them all the time!"

And suddenly you wanted to be hurtful, so you countered with, "Sure, well just throw them away when I turn you down after your five days."

"Oh, it is pointless, yeah."

"Well, this is your stop, right, Gel?"

Angela looked up at her home and hugged you goodbye before walking to her front door. "Yes, thank for today, Ven."

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"She's such a fucking asshole, Nivo!" Angela ranted as she entered her home, "I don't remember her being like this when we were friends. She used to be so nice to me."

Her cat merely stared at her, laying at his owner's feet for a belly rub. Angela did just that as she next spoke, "Why does she have to make me do this?

Angela continued her raged rant as she prepared a cereal for herself for dinner. "She's so annoying, Nivo. If only you were there to sit through everything she said.

"This is gonna be a very long five days, Niv."

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New Goth Household: Chapter 3, Part 1

In this part Milton struggles with nightmares, the household discuss their Winterfest plans and there are cats eating on the table... Sorry if there are typos in here, I'm setting it up while watching a livestream of a cat birth way past when I'm normally awake.

Back to Willow Creek for the holidays! I love how beautiful this lot looks when it snows. The Halloween decorations have been exchanged for some light up snowmen and inside some Winterfest wreaths have been hung. How awesome is it that this household (which includes a toddler) got spun for Winterfest! I’m not sure how much story will actually go on this chapter as my brain has trouble handling so many sims at once but I’ll give it my best shot.

Joey is still here for now. He finished his computer science degree last rotation. Well, technically he failed the last course due to a bug that stops my sims progressing with their uni coursework but luckily for me cheats helped me get him his deserved grade. He took the time to do homework, did an excellent presentation and took notes every class so there’s no way he did not deserve to pass.

Keira is in her final year of university, that biology degree will be complete in no time. Her girlfriend Marta works as a barista and spends time practicing on the piano outside their room. I have doubled the delay in skill building as it doesn’t make sense to me how some of my YA’s can have level 10 anything so we will see how that goes. Also, against my better judgement, I have increased how hard it is to build and maintain relationships as some of my sims maintain a full relationship bar by calling each other once a week. It’s helpful but probably not too realistic.

And in the newly renovated third floor we have Gertrude and Hamlet. Hamlet is no longer a kitten but a young cat. Also I swear I’m a responsible pet owner and Gertrude is spayed, I don’t know why she’s still making calls of love to the universe…

Newlyweds Alexander and James are adjusting to Alexander’s youngest brother Milton living with them. They tried offering him his own room but it didn’t take. After the death of his father and the disappearance of his mother Milton wanted to sleep where he could see Alexander. He is understandably having a few nightmares. It might make it difficult for the couple to have any kind of woohoo life but both Alexander and James are determined to put Milton first.

Sure enough Milton wakes up early and distressed. Climbing out of bed he bursts into tears, waking the slumbering couple.

Milton: Father dead! Mummy is dead! I’m dead! *wails*

James: It’s alright Milton, you’re safe now

Milton: I a flat pancake *wails*

Alexander: I’m coming buddy. Tell me what happened

Milton: Rock that killed daddy fell again and killed mummy

Alexander: It was just a dream Milton, we don’t know that she’s dead

Milton: Then rock roll to me and I try run but I not fast and rock squish me flat. I dead!

James: That sounds rather terrifying

Alexander: You’re awake now Milton. You’re alive, you’re safe. How about some breakfast huh

Milton: I... I can has cereal?

Alexander: Of course

Alexander scoops up his brother to carry him down the two flights of stairs.

Milton: Silas at daycare say he best brother but you best brother

Alexander: *laughs* You’re pretty good to buddy

Joey: So glad the watcher decided to give us a thermostat

James: I’m pretty sure I decided that

Joey: Sure. And you decided to rip out all your fireplaces for fun

Keira: I don’t mind, I’m still afraid of fire

Joey: Because now, we live in a green neighbourhood, go us!

Marta: A what

Alexander: He means it’s clean

Marta: Why not just say clean then. You simlish speakers

Alexander: I’m so hungry. I can’t wait to-

Hamlet: *meows* what’s this

James: Hamlet you really shouldn’t be on the table

Hamlet: *meows* bite me dad

Alexander: Okay I’m starving, why does he have to rub eating in my face

Marta: Why is he eating human food? Do you not feed him. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he wakes us up through walls

James: We have several bowls and litter trays all over the place

Alexander: Hamlet, leave some for me!

Milton tucks into his cereal happily eating the nightmares away. Keira begins her homework while Alexander manages to wrestle a plate of fruit salad from Hamlet.

James: Hamlet you really should not eat human food. It’ll mess up your insides

Hamlet: *hisses* Fight me

Marta: Any Winterfest plans

Joey: I’ll probably head to Tartosa, spend time with my parents

Marta: Keira was thinking we would visit her family too, spend some time in the sun

Milton: We have guests and presents

Alexander: That’s right. Cassandra and Rahul are going to visit with their kids

Milton: Savannah meanine

Alexander: She’s spirited Milton, just remember you’re older

Marta: I might see if there’s any odd jobs I can swing today. I told them I could cover weekends but that hasn’t worked out

Keira: Their loss

Marta: Thanks carino, good luck with the homework. Remember, almost done

Alexander: I need to start on mine but I have to get rid of this awful goatee first

Keira: Oh it is you. I thought it was a sasquatch using your voice

Milton: Sass- sass… sass catch

Gertrude jumps on the table and begins to eat.

Alexander: What the heck. Gertrude, you’re meant to be the older responsible one

Gertrude looks at him and pats the fruit salad questioningly

Alexander: Food is not a toy

Milton: *babbles to self about toys*

James: You all finished eating

Milton: Cereal good and Joey snuck me juice

James: Of course he did

Milton: What we do today uncle James

James: Well we need to get ready for Winterfest but you’re a bit small to help with that. How about a nice hot bath

Milton: With… bubbles?

James: *laughs* bubble bath it is. Up we go mate

It was here that I completely gave up battling the action queue cancelling and had my run of testing mods. Bjorn was super excited to help (not). But back to the actual stars of this story. Alexander began to shave off the goatee while Marta did daily yoga. Joey heard back from the job agency and he scored a role as an Ace Engineer in the Tech Guru path. Since he wants to be a start-up genius rolling in simoleons when not rolling in the ladies he gets to work polishing off his mobile app.

Milton has a wonderful time splashing in the bath. I can’t really see the bubbles but the moodlets assure me they are there. When he’s chucked a decent amount of water from the tub James gets him out and into his day clothes. Milton uses the potty since he’s near it while James works on cleaning up all the bathtub overflow.

Milton: Good kitty cat, good kitty

James: Hey Milton, do you want to go play? I need to do more cleaning

Milton: By Alexander please

James: I think he’s in the library working on his project

Milton: Can I have lift uncle James

James: I suppose your legs are still very short. Okay, hold on tight

Milton: *giggles*

James: Special delivery, one prince of the bubble bath

Alexander: You do make a great parent sweets

Milton: Alexander play?

Alexander: I’m a bit busy now buddy, maybe later. I’m sure someone will have time though

Gertrude takes the time to sharpen her claws on an especially plump ottoman while Milton decides to have a play with the toy cars.

James: And what do you think you’re doing

Gertrude: *meows* who me? Being a cat

James: There is a lot of old furniture in this house Gerty, we can’t just tear it all to shreds

Gertrude: *meows* pretty sure I can actually

James: Now where has Hamlet run off to

James finds Hamlet in the downstairs bathroom and negotiates him leaving the room so he can vacuum up the puddles from the broken sink. Hamlet begrudgingly agrees.

Marta: Hey tesorito, you doing okay

Milton: Want to learn more before birthday

Marta: Oh, I can help with that. Shall we go over your numbers

Milton: Flashcards? Flashcards!

Marta: I can see you’re excited. Okay, what’s this one

Milton thinks and tries to peer around to the back of the card

Marta: Hey, no peeking

Milton: Mummy let me

Marta: Oh I doubt that very much

Alexander tends to his homework after doing a draft of his presentation. Following a workout Keira goes to find Marta.

Keira: What do we have here

Marta: Cheating

Milton: I not cheat

Gertrude: *meows* he would if he could

Keira: You can’t learn if you cheat and peek buddy

Milton: Oh, I want to learn... so maybe I not peek

Having enough of flashcards for now Milton heads to the dollhouse but he doesn’t want to play alone. Keira joins him and the two make up a life for the doll characters. Milton can’t old back his love of books forever though and soon asks Keira for a story. She gets one and begins to read but Milton is so excited to hear it that he won’t even sit down.

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Whisker me away - Part 3: He's got cattitude

A heartfelt sigh escaped the Shadowhunter at the feeling of warm water almost cascading down on him. He held his face right into the shower jet, before turning and allowing his back to enjoy the same treatment. He finally felt human again, after all the blood and ichor had been washed away. Alec ran his hands through his hair, forcing it back and out of his face. Only then he dared to open his eyes. He wasn’t particularly fond of getting soapy water into his eyes. He had to endure enough pain in his line of work as it is.

“Meow!”

Alec jumped at the sudden and unexpected sound right outside his shower cabin. He barely avoided hitting his head against the shower head, but it was a close call. His heart was racing, pumping adrenaline through his system and his hand immediately went to his back, were – of course – no bow was. It took his foggy and tired brain a moment to realize where the sound had come from and who it belonged to.

“Midnight!” He opened the frosted shower door just enough to look outside. “What are you doing? How... did you get inside?” He furrowed his brows and gazed at the open door that separated his bathroom from his bedroom. He could have sworn that he had closed the door... But cats couldn’t just open closed doors, could they? He looked down at the furry being in question, who in turn stared right back at him with a seemingly innocent expression.

“Meow, meow.” The cat tilted his head, its tail waving in what could only be described as impatience.

Alec sighed. “What? Are you this hungry?” He couldn’t even have a moment for himself it seems. Then again, he probably had been in the shower longer than he wanted. Oh well, it was one of the only luxuries he allowed himself to enjoy. “I am coming... give me a minute.”

The cat purred in return and licked at its paw, before rubbing it against his ear.

Another sigh escaped the Shadowhunter. He turned the shower off and missed the warm water on his skin almost immediately. Then he carefully reached out of the shower to get his towel, which was barely out of reach. He cursed under his breath, while weighing his options. He wasn’t too keen on running around naked, when clever golden eyes watched him carefully. Perhaps he was irrational, but somehow the thought made him feel uncomfortable. He was... peculiar sometimes.

As if sensing the tall man’s distress, the animal in question stretched itself, showing its claws in the process. Midnight winced slightly and stared almost accusingly at his wounded side. He shook slightly, then made his way towards the towel rack. The cat bent forwards, shaking its butt and with an elegant jump, landed on top of the towel. It purred in satisfaction, before nudging the towel towards the outstretched fingers of a certain Shadowhunter, who gaped at the animal in awe.

“Meow!”

“Oh, eh... thank you?” Alec blinked in surprise, before taking the wanted object. He quickly closed the shower door again and made haste in drying himself up. He finally wrapped the towel around his waist, only then he allowed himself to step out of the still steamy shower cabin. He shivered as the cold air hit his warmed skin. Just another reason to quickly change into sleep clothes so that he could crawl under his blanket. But no! He would need to find Midnight something to eat first; he had promised it after all.

A pleased sounding meow came from the cat, who was sitting slightly crooked on the towel rack. It appeared as if the animal avoided putting too much weight on its wounded hind leg. It truly was a smart thing, mused Alec.

“Come on, I need to get dressed.” The tall Shadowhunter was halfway through the foggy bathroom, when he noticed that the black cat wasn’t following him. He turned around with a puzzled and questioning look on his features, but Midnight just gazed right back at him, with a slightly tilted head. “What is it?”

His furry companion pointedly held up his bandaged hind leg und looked pleading and innocently at him. Alec sighed. He had an idea what Midnight wanted. “You just jumped up there... surely it doesn’t hurt that much...”

“Meow...,” Even his meowing sounded pathetic and pleading. The cat even dared to lie on the rack, making itself appear small and vulnerable. Luckily for Midnight, Alec had a soft spot for his furry companion, despite only knowing him for a couple of hours.

“You can’t be serious.” But he didn’t mean it and even walked back into the room. He picked the cat up with ease, secretly pleased when Midnight purred and snuggled closer to his chest. “You are a little menace, you know that.”

The cat peeked up at him as if to say: “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Yeah... right.” Alec didn’t believe it for one single second.

He put his precious cargo back onto the bed, before stretching his neck. The exhaustion was taking its toll. Even his stamina rune wouldn’t help him much in this state. But it was nothing a good night sleep couldn’t fix, but first things first.

The young Lightwood slowly made his way over to his sparely filled wardrobe. Almost everything he owned were casual clothes he could wear on missions and in which he was comfortable. There definitely wasn’t anything colourful and only a handful of accessories found their ways into his possession. Most of them had been unwanted gifts that he would never wear. He’d rather be dead than to be seen with those silly things. They would just bother and hinder him on a hunt. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure how Izzy did it with her necklaces, head pieces and especially with her high heels.

He quickly shook himself out of his thoughts in order to pick something out. Without really thinking about it, he took a casual black shirt, a boring pair of comfortable pants and of course some boxer shorts out of his wardrobe. He put the clothes of his choosing on the unoccupied bed side and he was just about to remove the towel, when he froze. He glanced towards the golden eyed feline, who seemed to study him intently. Alec felt uneasy all of a sudden.

Without a second thought, he grabbed a corner of his blanket and threw it over the unsuspecting animal. There came immediately protesting and displeased sounds from it, but Alec just hurried to get himself dressed. Perhaps he was paranoid, but he simply didn’t like the way that Midnight had stared at him. It had seemed almost... hungry. He shuddered at the thought. He wouldn’t even allow Jace and Izzy to see him in such a vulnerable state and they were his siblings.

“Meow!” Midnight moaned and griped loudly, even after Alec helped him out of his blanket prison. Golden eyes were judging him, hard and wasn’t that ironic? Alec had thought animals didn’t judge, after all. Midnight even hissed at this point.

“Yes... I am sorry, alright. I... just like my privacy...” Why was he even explaining himself to an animal? He really must be going crazy. Then again, he had the feeling that Midnight understood much more than a mere cat should. Strange.

The hiss he received wasn’t as loud and aggressive as the one from before.

“Next time I just ask you to turn around, alright?” Alec tried again.

The black cat examined him for a minute, and then it relaxed again. The tall and dark haired man found himself exhaling in relieve.

“I’ll keep that in mind... Do you want to stay here while I look for something to eat and drink for you or would you prefer to come along?” Alec deemed it wiser to not just assume again, even though he had a feeling that his feline friend would want to stay on the comfortable bed instead of going on some errand. He was once again proven wrong, when Midnight stood up. He was limping again. His little jump on the towel rack had apparently not been a very good idea. Alec couldn’t watch it any longer, which is why he offered the cat to crawl into his arms once more. The unspoken invitation was received and accepted fairly quickly.

The Shadowhunter picked his furry companion up with ease and with a content feeling in his chest. At least this way he knew that Midnight was safe and wouldn’t get himself in any trouble. Alec took a peek at the feline in his arms and wasn’t at all surprised to see an almost smug and satisfied look. He smiled a little at his friend’s antics. He wasn’t even bothered by the furry tail that brushed his arms ever so often.

“I’ll be honest”, the dark haired male began, once he and his cargo had left his room, “I am not sure the Institute has much to offer for animals, since Shadowhunters usually do not tend to keep pets. We’ll have to make do with what we’ll find.” He petted the cat, who purred in contempt. “We or in this case rather I can go and buy some things tomorrow. Eh, I mean today, just later.” He shook his head. He almost forgot that it was early, very early in the morning. Not many shops would be open at this time of the day and Alec would rather get a few hours of sleep, before going out again. Midnight would hopefully forgive him.

“Alec!” A voice sounded behind the young Lightwood. Almost immediately, his shoulders slumped and he sighed. Great, just what he needed. “I didn’t know you had the early shift as well. That’s great. Do you want to go on a hunt together?” The Shadowhunter who spoke to him was... annoying, to say the least. Alec had the feeling that the young, brunette woman was interested in him and definitely in more than friendship.

He rarely used his position and name to his advantage, but in this case, he had made sure that his and her shifts rarely overlapped, if at all. He didn’t even feel the slightest bit of guilt.

“I don’t”, he quickly responded. The slight shift in his arms made him aware that Midnight was apparently not happy about the foreign presence. “I am just on my way to find something eatable for my friend here.” He trailed off.

“Oh! You have a cat? How cute. What’s its name?” The brunette bent slightly down and cooed at the kitten, who returned it with a hiss. Alec had to stifle a laugh. Apparently Midnight shared his taste.

“Midnight... and he is not particularly fond of people...” The last bit might not be completely true, but the dark haired Shadowhunter was in no mood for any more small talk. Besides, the extended claws helped him make his point.

“Oh...” The woman didn’t seem happy.

“As I said, I am on my way to grab some food and then I will return to my rooms. I highly suggest for you to return to your duties.” Alec didn’t leave room for her to disagree.

“Right... well, it was nice seeing you again. Perhaps our schedules will be better aligned in the future... Or you might want to train with me some time?” She didn’t give up, Alec had to give her that.

“Thanks, but... I have a full schedule.” Midnight hissed again and glared fiercely at the female Shadowhunter, who suddenly appeared very nervous.

“Oh... I see. I... yes...”

“Have a good hunt”, was Alec’s simple farewell. With his head held high – he didn’t want to show any kind of weakness or tiredness, not in front of the other Shadowhunters – he walked past her. Midnight glared at the equally retreating woman annoyed. Only after the unlikely pair rounded a corner, did the cat retreat its claws. “What a day, right?” Alec mumbled and he could have sworn that Midnight nodded in agreement.