#but shes my pathetic wet cat 🥰

[team-avia]

Words cant describe how much i like Mia i Miranda's route 🤭🤭

She's just a silly little guy who commits atrocities, and she's MY little meow meow. I'm praying she gets a win with her switchblade one of these days...

Cinder

[theboarsbride]

WIP Re-Intro - GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS

Title: Ghosts Plague These Halls

Comp: CRIMSON PEAK x Cocteau's LA BELLE ET LA BÊTE

Whitechapel, London 1894.

Sophie Wickes and her family struggle to survive in the underbelly that is London's East End. Melancholia eats away at her ailing father, her work as a flower seller brings no income, and her efforts to sell her hair in an act of desperation prove to be fruitless. After a series of strange encounters in London's streets, and the gift of a mysterious white rose from her pickpocket nephew, she is called upon by the reclusive Lord Edgar Cushing to tend to the gardens of his countryside estate of Rosenthorne Hall. Faced with destitution in a workhouse and the threat of her young nephew being sent to find industrial work, Sophie agrees to play the facade of gardener.

However, the estate, its gardens, and their master is nothing like what Sophie expected.

The house? Rotting, dilapidated, hideous.

The staff? Unfeeling, cold, strange.

The gardens? A graveyard of floral corpses guarded by an army of statues.

The master? A voice from the shadows that refuses to show himself.

With her heart tested by the thorns of anger and fear, Sophie tries to make herself of use in Rosenthorne Hall; something resembling friendship begins to blossom between her and her mysterious employer; she finally has a chance to rescue her family from the East End's grime, and perhaps allow old scars to, at last, heal. But with a lord who speaks kind words from the house's darkened corners whilst pleading to remain unseen, an unfriendly coachman, and the sudden emergence of eerie butterflies, loneliness becomes maddening.

The delirium only threatens to worsen once she starts to receive nightly visitations from a crooked-jawed ghost and moths that whisper of a bloody past, and a plea to rid Rosenthorne Hall of the misery, grief, and love that continue to plague its halls.

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Rough updated synopsis (i'm terrible at writing them hhhhsbhbshsbhbs sorry if it be sloppy-) and WIP intro for GHOSTS PLAGUE THESE HALLS! My Victorian gothic horror-romance ghost story baby... with yet another pathetic wet-cat-of-a-man love interest.🥰

[heartfullofleeches]

Make a lady yan who has all the worst traits of the others. We need more nasty women I would do anything for an irredeemable shithead of a lady. She’s got V’s unrepentant nastiness, or maybe Amyas’ wet cat energy, Devlin’s chaos gremlin energy, Milk Tea’s immoral dom energy, Eggnog’s adorable creep energy, I could go on for so long but the main point is lady yan with the nasty traits people usually don’t give lady characters because I will simp so hard and build her an altar in my closet 🫶 heavy are the hips that wear the strap or whatever the saying is and I am willing to support those hips 🥰

(Combining the traits of the first three, meet our lovely queen of nasty Calliope) [mentions of violence, death]

Ah...

What's she doing out here again? Alone in a big scary alleyway, with a complete stranger no less. She's reminded of her torment and mission as she thinks back to the other day - the happy memory of catching you out by yourself ruined by this....thing. Laughing at every passive comment you made, clinging to your arm like you were already date. How desperate could a person be? Then they had to go and actually ask you out. And you said yes. She nearly lost her lunch on the spot. Why do the confident people get everything in life....

"Can we please wrap this up?.. I got get back inside and I have somewhere to be soon."

Right. Calliope swallows her non-existent pride and relaxes her fists in her pockets. There was still a chance. Every now and then there were the "good" ones. People who took pity on those like her if they sucked up enough. All she had to do was look weak, which was easier said than done despite her appearance. Think, think.. She thinks about what will happen if she doesn't. Your first day with it. It holding your hand, kissing you on the cheek, getting to watch you undress before bed.

"U-um... I overheard you asking someone out the other day and I-I was wondering if you... If you wouldn't mind letting me try my chances with them first!!"

The stranger grimaces, looking at her like a carcass on the side of the road - then anywhere but. It's too obvious. Her teeth chatter too loudly for the quivering of her lips to be noticed. Her eyes are too sunken and heavy with depravation to pull off that cutesy big eyed look. She's too pathetic for even this to work. Go figure.

"Look.. I get that this is hard, but I really like them too. I'm sure you'll find someone else who's right for you."

Right for her? There's nobody better for her than you. She picked you out as her only before you first spoke to each other - given you hadn't even done that yet. This fucker doesn't know what it's like. It probably wasn't even love at first sight like it was for Calliope. Either way it was clear they weren't going to give you up. And yet....

"Please! I need them! You don't know what my life will be like if I have to see them with someone else!"

The stranger, obviously taken aback as she latches on their arm tries to shove her off. Her fingers imprint on their skin as she twists their wrist. "Get off of me!"

"Please! Just one chance! I can make my confession better. I'm better for them than you'll ever be!"

"Get off!"

Wrangling free of her increasing grip, the stranger pushes Calliope as hard and far away from them as they can - air flying from her chest as she hits the brick way behind her. Winding, she slides to the filthy alley street - the weight in her pocket dragging her down. She clutches her side with her right hand. That hurt. There's stars in her vision. Tears too. It's not fair.

The panic and agitation on the stranger's face contorts as the water works start. Calliope ugly sobs into the open air, not carrying for the attention she was drawing to herself. She wails and pulls her knees into her chest as she shrinks against the wall. They cautiously step towards her which makes her flinch.

"Please don't hurt me.."

"Take it easy. I wasn't going to."

They offer her their hand. She takes it as she stands, hair falling over her eyes.

"That's a real shame."

She pulls her left hand out of her pocket, producing a rusty hammer.

"Cuz I was planning on hurting you from the start."

Calliope stomps down on their foot as it hits them. Head side up, she brings the hammer down on their skull; glee bubbling within her as the wet thunk rings throughout the vacant passage way. The stranger staggers backwards. Calliope jumps in place, taunting them by beckoning them forward. When they don't move she advances, steadies her arm - and strikes again, aiming closer to their eye socket.

Her body is so jittery she misses her mark, but she still gets a good blow to their upper cheek. They spit blood, flesh discolored from the bursted vessels in their face. Grinning from ear to ear, speckles of crimson spray across her lips and teeth, even hitting her tongue as she drawn back with maniacal shriek of laughter. She head butts then for the next attack, nose crunching from the weight behind it. As their legs start to wobble, Calliope takes the burden off them by sweeping them and pouncing on them once they fall. Unable to defend, she unleashes bow after blow. Rant after rant between her manic giggles.

"You."

Crack.

"Fucking."

Slam.

"Idiot! Did you really think I was going to let you win?!? They're mine. Mine!"

She hits them over and over, long after their twitching had stopped. There isn't a face anymore. Just broken shards of bone sticking through the pink, fleshy meat once enclosed in their head. Just meat. That's all it ever was, and would be. Calliope gets out a few more chuckles before she gets up. She starts to walk off when a phone chimes from somewhere. She grabs it from the coat on the ground. It's you, checking up whoever it belonged to. She's sure they're fine. There were more important matters at hand to be dealt with first.

"All good. What are you wearing tonight?;)"

[auricfog]

— get to know me✨

tagged by @aelyosos, @carrionsflower, @loriane-elmuerto, and @jamessunderlandgf 🥰🥰 love y'all mwah

Last song: other side by katie lynne sharbaugh (for the jen vibes)

Favorite Color: candy pink 🌷 sunshine yellow 🌻 sage green 🍀

Currently watching: nothing tho i'm probably about to start a rewatch of star trek lower decks since the final season is airing in a few weeks and i wanna be prepared (i'm not upset about it or anything 🥲 boimler come home i already miss you so much 😭)

Last Movie: little women (1994)

Current Obsessions: my ocs... ofc... mostly jen bc she is my forever girl but also my pathetic wet cat bruce. i'm putting him through it. star trek again. and dbd is also my forever girl i fear

Relationship Status: single

Last thing I googled: insomnia relief 💀 my ass is so sleep deprived rn it's not even funny

just throwing out a couple tags bc i'm not entirely sure who hasn't already done this (see above for WHY): @risingsh0t, @shellibisshe, @shadowglens, @imogenkol, @thedeadthree

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

to celebrate the one year anniversary of strike back here are some of my favourite moment from the season 4 finale in no particular order 🥰

Felix saying yolo to Adrien (in the french dub)

cat and dog moment

them teef!!

the ladynoir end scene that changed my life forever

djwifi

chat noir looking sooo pathetic and like a wet little meow meow

ladrien panic attack

she 🥰🥰🥰🥰

adrinette 😳 holding hands 😳 in the dodgeball dungeon 😳😳😳😳

[shrinkthisviolet]

for the character bingo, Reverb and Savitar? and also earth-2 Iris! please? :)

These characters are all blue-coded to me lol so apologies for all the blue in this one:

Reverb:

He’s great! Love him 💞 would’ve loved to see more of him, but also, he works well for what his role is. Great villain and foil to Cisco

Savitar:

*inhales* *screams*

Okay so I’ve talked about Savitar sooo much (and I am always, always down to talk about him more, like literally anytime), and I’m just gonna hit the highlights:

He’s my blorbo but also I lowkey hate it sometimes—I love him and his potential, but like…of all the villains to hyperfixate on…him?? 😭 he was not good in s3, idc what parts of this fandom say, and AHHHH HE COULD’VE BEEN SO GOOD IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS IF THE WRITERS HAD TRIED

He could’ve not had the scar and then impersonates Barry and messed things up for him (and even messed with his head). He could’ve been more like Future Flash from the comics, where in the end, he sacrifices himself and tells Barry not to be like him (and doesn’t have a scar). He could’ve been unmasked way earlier and manipulated everyone, including Barry, who also would’ve had to wrestle with his own inner darkness. He could’ve at least been unmasked to us, the audience, so we could’ve been screaming at the screen every time someone interacted with Savitar thinking he was Barry! Oh the possibilities…

Also, if they wanted to keep canon mostly the same…they could’ve made Team Flash less OOC by saying they treated him like Barry, but it stirred conflicting feelings in him, because on the one hand, he is Barry, but on the other…he hates being associated with the coward hiding in the Time Vault (that part was fairly in-character for Barry tbh, he’s a…very destructive griever. Which is fine most of the time, but…when he doesn’t have an enemy to focus his attentions on…he becomes self-destructive). See, this way it’s no one’s fault exactly, just a lot of crossed wires and hurt feelings! No weird “shunning” of the time remnant (the shunning in canon makes even less sense considering how considerate they were of the time remnant in s2)! Ooh, and they could’ve had his motive be that he not only wants to kill Iris to ensure his existence…but also revive her and take her for himself. Doesn’t that sound more like a villainous Barry than “it’s either her or me”?

And ofc, he’s a pathetic wet cat of a man 💞 mostly in 3x23 when he’s around Barry and Iris and unmasked. But if the writers cared…he could’ve been that for longer. I’ve talked about that here (calling him a “half-domesticated feral cat of a man”).

I prefer his fanon to his canon, but also…everyone else but me (and a few select others) is wrong about him 💞

That covers the basics! As mentioned before, I’m always up for talking about him, so never be shy to send me an ask about him! I have so much to say about him at all times

E2 Iris:

She’s awesome and badass and I love her 🥰 great character whom I would’ve loved to see more of!

send me a character (or multiple) and I’ll fill out the bingo!

[heartfulselkie]

Ma kkittyyyyyyy! Poor kitty kitty!

Bell the cat is my comfort fic, can u tell? It's, THE BEST. Angstiest fic I've EVER read. The tension - the characters! The writing is just... AMEWZING! THANK YOU LOADS!

Chat Blanc is a wet, pathetic beast with emotional regulation problems but no one's allowed to be mean to him otherwise Ladybug will beat the shit out them.

That is HER wet, pathetic beast! (Or he will be - he just needs a little bit of socialising before she can take him from the cat shelter death row prison)

Aaaaah thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥹 I'm still amazed at how well received this fic has been so far! Hope I can keep it going ❤️

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

🥰💌💞📝 For the ask game (It could be Postal, CodZ, or Mst3k)

I did Blooming Bullets as my first ask! So, we’ll split half and half for Dempsey and Crow!

IronPetals

🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?

A big ray of sunshine, I hope. I mean, Tank would insist I am anyways. I’ve been told I’m a gentle soul who helps people feel at home and it’s all I can ever hope to help the people I care about most feel. I can see most of my fan tributes be either really sweet, me being badass and slaying zombies (albeit with a scared expression) or maybe give hinted light at my own Great War inside myself. Those angsty works unfortunately is to be expected in the CoD Zombies storyline.

💌: How do people perceive your dynamic? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Based on the friends and fans who’ve been supporting my ship these few years, I’d say they do an accurate job! The best I can describe us is a protective jock and a bubbly nerd. We are usually focused on our sweetest moments, especially between us teaching each other new things (cooking together, Tank teaching me combat practice, etc.) or the mushy gush kissy stuff. Just thinking about it has me kicking my feet right now IRJTNSNFJSJDBS 💕💕(>\\\\<)

Metallic Roses

💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?

Uh oh… All I can say is Dr. Forrester really is a pathetic wet cat because I kissed his mother😭

(This is legit NOT a crackship surprisingly)

Pearl Forrester, who becomes the mad scientist during the Mike Nelson seasons. She’s nice to Crow, who she keeps calling art. By extension, I am an exception too and you know what? NO SHAME HERE! I think there’d be slight sapphic undertones and I love the idea of her being so devotedly evil she’d take over the universe and leave me a throne beside her. GOSH I honestly kind of feel curious about this. We’ll name this ship Pearls and Peonies

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?

I accidentally fell into the Deep 13 underground laboratory during a hike. Dr Clayton Forrester WAS going to kill me, but I talked my way into not dying because of his Mystery Science Theatre experiment. I have experience being traumatized with Z movies at a young age, which is a huge notch above cheesy B movies. I tell him I could work as an independent variable to use in the experiment and compare the results to his test subjects. He agrees and sends me up to the Satellite of Love with my backpack and a few belongings. I become apart of the crew and ever since have been making the most of myself up there with my found family. I wonder if Dr. Forrester’s secretary will join me up on the SOL…

[lexivass]

I should sue you for this. I screamed when I read Catherine's name, then you went on and broke my heart! And the way you kept INCREASING JASON'S SOBS WHILE JIM SPOKE TO BARBARA??? WICKED WICKED WOMAN!!! The prospect of dad!Bruce is beautiful though, and that little piece of protective Bruce at the beginning made me insane 🤧. And Jason would be his first baby in this, right? Omg, so cute 🥰🥰

Love how Jim has a little crush on Batman and falls so easily for Bruce kskskks, and you portraited his grumpy ways really well.

"Gotham was beautiful; Not pretty, but beautiful.  It reminds Jim of a majestic animal constantly on the prowl, sitting right in front of you.  You can't love a beast without the teeth.  This city was a monster and was designed to be admired like it. It shined brightest in the dark, Jim thinks, and a part of him, that part of him enamored by sharp, dark, brutal things, couldn't help but look." Such beautiful descriptions! 👏👏

"I, -I was already using,” she confessed through a gasp, “But I never– ever wanted Jay take any. I didn’t have a choice. Drops, – drops cut back your appetite. He hasn’t eaten in days. I had no choice, I swear,” This is so fucking sad :(

"The call to something even more terrible has Thomas Wayne’s voice; It’s narrated with a buzz, with that classic filter from the past. His projected image is lively. Perfectly coiffed, press conference, million dollar grin wide and promising, pretty words rolling to perfection.  It all packs a punch in Jim’s chest, beats it raw and bloody as the speech extends on. He watched those promises of hope die when Thomas did." You really woke up and chose violence 🤡🤡

"When Bruce Wayne passes the thresholds of their station, wet to the bone by pouring ice he hadn’t bothered to shelter himself from, a portrait of grief and glassy eyes, he jumps on his feet." I can't believe this fucking IDIOT showed up to a POLICE STATION like a pathetic wet cat when he could've gone home and changed! No, actually I do 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ (And I love him so it's my God given right to bully him)

A witness protection program batgordon AU is jumping around in my head like a ping pong ball rn. Awkward billionaire who's on a very tight edge after his house was bombed has to be in someone's custody and Jim really doesn't feel like babysitting a rich kid.

" Pass em to Martinez. Guy already treats Wayne like he's Jesus,"

" Don't say that. That's so offensive. Bruce Wayne is better than Jesus."

"...You say that like you actually believe it. If you do, seek help. But yeah, I don't want to look after him. "

" Well, you're gonna have to. We didnt give either of you a choice, but Wayne asked for you first."

Jim did not expect Bruce Wayne to smell like vanilla bodywash. Curiously, so does Batman.