#chitchat with kat

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for telling a guilt-tripper to knock it off?

I'm part of a Discord server for authors, both aspiring and published. We chat about life, discuss story ideas, share snippets, look for beta readers, give each other feedback on our query packages—the usual. We're from all over the world, so sometimes time zones don't match up, and inevitably there are members who are more active and, thus, get a bit more attention

There's this one user—let's call them Kat—who used to be fairly active and had decent interaction from other users. Around December, Kat shared a bit of their writing to a critique swap—basically a Google Drive where we could look over each other's stuff and provide feedback. They uploaded a bit late due to their schedule (GMT) and didn't get as much critique as they'd hoped, which made them a bit disheartened and they commented as much in the server. I can't blame them, since feeling ignored sucks, but I feel like complaining about it in the general channel (we have a dedicated vent channel) was a bit gauche.

Regardless, Kat continued to be active, albeit posting less frequently. Notably, most of their posting seems to be either responding to group prompts or talking about their own writing. Rarely do they respond to someone else's comments—or, hell, even replies to their own! I've seen people inquire more about stuff they've brought up, and then they just never respond. People do interact with them; they just don't interact back.

About a month ago, they messaged the server talking about recovering from illness and coming up with a story idea, asking for people to look over their first few pages. Two people responded with sympathy and interest; as far as I'm aware, Kat never got back to those people. Usually in interactions like this, someone asks for feedback, another person replies to tell them they're interested, the OP asks to DM, and the conversation goes there; Kat straight up left them hanging. After that, they only sent a few messages—a couple of replies to group prompts (those rarely have interaction from other users, though I've made an effort to react or reply to interesting responses, and I've seen a few others do the same), and another passive-aggressive comment about being ignored.

Tonight, Kat sent a message to the chat in the general channel (again, not #vent) that started with, "Whatever I've done or not done that's made me a social pariah in this group to people I thought were friends who now ignore my questions or posts, at least have a modicum of compassion and heart this message..." They then continued, talking about losing someone close to them. I do sincerely feel for them, but I can't bring myself to interact with that message in any way. Not even the heart they want. Worse, I'm entertaining the notion of telling them that while I am genuinely sorry for their loss, guilt-tripping people isn't an effective way to garner compression.

Why I WBTA: Literally they're grieving, that's such a shitty thing to do right now. Besides, they are right in that people haven't interacted with them as much ever since they asked for feedback on their work that one time. I doubt this will help anyone, let alone them.

Why I might be a JAH (I know for a fact there's no world where I'm NTA): Responses have dipped because they aren't posting as much, and moreover, since they rarely respond to people at all, it's likely that we've all learned that it's not worth it interacting with them. Besides, if I ignore them, they'll just keep guilt-tripping even more, which also isn't helpful to anyone. And again—we have a vent channel. Why they came into the place where we chitchat about our weekend plans vexes me somewhat.

I dunno. It's a very damned if I do, damned if I don't situation. WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

[rayrayor]

Hey Kat! @mybrainismelted

Here is Drabble challenge 34 , as asked.

“ You work for me. you are my slave “

Please note, GILF ( Ginger I’d Like to F@*k )

Ian was finally home after ten years in the military, two Purple Hearts, and a Medal of Honor. Gnarly chest scars and nightmares about the brothers he could not save. He was not ready to go into EMT work yet but needed routine.

Mandy Milkovich. Bestie and Beard since freshman year. Flew out to Walter Reed and held his hand, making sure he wanted to still live. Now a regular at his and Carl's apartment. Her brothers owned Kings of the Southside Ink and her brother Mickey, the star tattooist, temperamental shit and hot beyond the dirty, angry older brother who would flop on the couch and give him and Mandy crap.

He was also in need of an assistant and receptionist, and somehow Mandy talked Ian into the job. After two weeks, he understood why the position was open. The appointment book was a mess, their insta needed an upgrade, and the complimentary beverage and snack service reminded Ian of the psych hospital.

And then there was his direct boss, Mickey. Surly and sexy, the man had no filter and no boundaries. Hard working for a man you either wanted to strangle or suck off. It was also harder as his phone blew up each day with the requests, demands, and ramblings of the raven-haired thug.

He had just come back from his run when the phone vibrated.

Pocket Jefe: Hey, is the place you get coffee the place with the coffee I like?☹️

GILF: You drink it black; literally, anywhere I go has the coffee you like.

Pocket Jefe: That’s what I pay you for; how the fuck would I know which shop? I never go to any.

GILF: That’s because your ass was banned from like 9 by the shop because of your donut tantrums.

Pocket Jefe: What, you don’t care about donuts?”

GILF : Well, I am always a fan of a glazed hole.😜

Pocket Jefe:🖕🏻

Back at the shop, Mickey was beet red, grabbed his coffee, and fled to his station.

——————————

Ian was enjoying the quiet of Staples, which he knew would not last. His phone lit up with photo of a sleeve of gears  and lilies, Mickey.

Pocket Jefe:🎤 Whips and chains excite me.

GILF: Are you asking or telling me? 

Pocket Jefe: Keep up the Gallagher. Song. What’s the name of the song with those lyrics?

GILF : Ok, again, I cannot read your mind; I need a little more than your professing love of BDSM for me. Which FYI , I am a fan. You a power bottom by chance? Also, it’s Rhiana, S&M.

Pocket Jefe: Jeez, this assistant of mine makes my dick twitch.

Pocket Jefe: Shit, did I send you a text by accident? FYI, not about you.

GLIF: What text, Mick? 

Pocket Jefe: Don’t worry, your pretty head, sweetheart, just get back here, oh, and bring me a big ass snickers. 🍫

Ian smiled and filed the information he had just given away for a later date.

———————————— 

Ian had just settled after a long day of explaining to Iggy that if he did not write down appointments, Ian could not add them. He had ice cream, jacked off to a certain pair of blue eyes, and was about to watch Drag Race. He had just settled in when his phone almost vibrated off the coffee table.

Pocket Jefe: WTF, Gallagher! You asked Colin about ink?

Pocket Jefe: What you don’t trust me, that stings, man. ☹️

Pocket Jefe: I do much better scar coverage.

Pocket Jefe: not being nosy, but saw those when you changed into a skin-tight tee. This is a semi-professional atmosphere Army, not a rub-in tug.

GILF: I never asked you cause last time I mentioned your work, you were your usually grumpy prick self and threatened to stab me with your Taco Bell spork. You were watching me change; I used to charge guys to see that. So you think of yourself as my pimp? 

Pocket Jefe: Fuck you, is what I think. Enough of this touchy-feely bullshit. Enough chitchat; my appointment is running late. Can you go feed Carl Barks and Noodles for me? Oh, and get me some Pringles, a BBQ, and a pack of smokes. You know the code to my loft.👍

GILF: You know I am off, right?”

Pockey Jefe: You get off when I tell you to get off. You work for me. You are my slave. "C'mon, please.“

GILF: Fucking fine, you need me to peel you a grape too?  🤬

Pocket Jefe: I mean, I wouldn’t say no. Seriously, when you get there, just text me and let me know everything is fine. If you want to stay, we can maybe talk about a coverup piece or something.

GILF: Ohhhh, can we have pizza and a sleepover too?

Pocket Jefe: Your pushing it, keep talking back, and your going from slave to sex slave.

Pocket Jefe: Umm, damn autocorrect, sax slave, not sex 🎷

GILF: Whoring me out to Kenny G? 🥹Bummer.

Pocket Jefe: 🖕🏻

Ian grinned. He was about to get either fired or fucked; he hoped for the latter.

���———————

Mickey was just cleaning up his station, and his focus was not on his big fat tip from this work.

Ian Gallagher.

He secretly crushed on the gangly redhead when he would hang with Mandy. He knew about Ian’s history as a medic and the almost-life-ending injury that ended his career. But he saved five that day, who, by accounts, should not have survived the firefight. Deep scars were over that broad chest and hard abs. The story made those scars beautiful. He was always flustered around Gallagher, but he thought he hid it well. 

His phone vibrated, he glanced, his mouth went dry, and the warm tingle went to his crotch. Gallagher sent a photo.

Tight Kings tee, a truly Godzilla-size cock trying to break out of blue boxer briefs. A motherfucking collar. And on a silver platter no less, a small whip, a chain, grapes, and a big ass tube of strawberry lube. 

A text 

GILF: Waiting for you to tell me when I can get off; may I peel you a grape in the meantime, sir? 🫦

Mickey grabbed his keys and jogged out to his car, eager to go blow Ian’s sax. 

[lana0120]

A bittersweet evening

Fem!reader X Alhaitham

Genre : angst/fluff

Warnings : mentions of aphrodisiac/kind of bullying

Today was a really tiring day you felt so exhausted from the overwork, but you had one more commision to finish you had to do a food delivery. you didn't know why would someone commission such a thing but you just went with it.

when you arrived you saw a lady she was dressed in a fancy strapless bandeau mini red dress which was hugging her body and her hair was styled in a bun with bunch of hair accessories on it, she looked at you up and down and started laughing you were confused at her actions but either way you asked

"excuse me are you miss kat?"

She looked at you with an annoyed expression

"it's Katy not kat. And pleasure to see you too I am Katy a very dear friend of Alhaitham~ katy Dawson sounds familiar?"

she has a mischievous grin, and it all suddenly hit you she was Alhaitham's ex girlfriend that his parents forced him to date no wonder you got such a weird request she just wanted to make fun of you, you felt so pissed so you walked two steps closer to her

"Miss I'm only here to deliver your food not to chitchat"

as you handed her the delivery and wanted to leave she tried to push, you pushed her hand away as self defence and she fell with all the food Spilled on her, you almost giggled at her state but suddenly you heard an unexpected voice it was your lover's voice he came running and the moment that lady saw him she switched up

"oh Alhaitham your he-"

as you were about to wave at him that lady cried out

"OH HAITHAM YOU'RE FINALLY BACK as I was sitting here waiting for you this disrespectful lady came up to me and threw all the food on me I can't express how terrified I was thankfully you're here~"

she said as she eyed you Alhaitham ran to help her up and clean her dress you felt so disgusted as if you were about to threw up then he ran up to you and held you by your shoulders

"[NAME]I know doing commissions might be tiring but you didn't have to go that far although she is my ex this women is a family friend "

you stood there with a confused expression

"huh...no no don't tell me you actually believed he-" he cut you off and removed his hands away "[NAME] doing this won't fix the situation please go apologise"

you frowned at his words

"what?! no I won't I haven't done anything to apologise for in fact she is the one supposed to apologise she almost-"

and just when you were about to finish talking the women jumped out of her seat and yelled

"AHEM I am not gonna sign up to this business contract anymore not until I hear a 'sorry'from a certain someone....but oh well you'll find me in the club if you want to give a proper apology I might change my mind"

the last sentence was whispered in Haitham's ear but it was loud enough for you to hear you felt really bad and disgusted you couldn't believe what have just happened you were deep In your thoughts then suddenly Alhaitham spoke *sight*

"I have no choice but to go and apologise for what you've done, you go home first I'll come back later"

You were speechless but you didn't want to explain anymore since he wouldn't believe you anyway.

~

You were laying on bed pillow wet with tears and you couldn't fall asleep so you turned on the lights and decided to read a book you finished all your books so all you had was one of Alhaitham's books you started reading it then you heard the lock of the door you closed the book and turned off the lights quickly but when Alhaitham came in you smelled a very strange smell on him he was heavily breathing too when you got up you saw him sweating and breathing fast then he sat next to you struggling to speak

"love look at me love please that disgusting woman made me drink an aphrodisiac t-thankfully I noticed before d-drinking the whole thing and left she tricked me and I believed her w-words I'm r-eally sorry I ugh am a j-jerk I'm a moron you can hit me if you want.."

tears fell off your eyes as he spoke you knew he wouldn't do anything bad but tears couldn't help but fall from your eyes as a stinging sensation built up in your chest

"no no don't cry dear I would rather die than see your tears please don't cry"

he said as he was wiping the tears out of your face with his thumb, you went to the kitchen and brought some water and a calmer(medicine? idk 😔) then came back and gave it to him then you both layed down and cuddled he was still apologizing and asking if you wanted to hit him but all you done was chuckle as you said quietly

"you better treat me to dinner later for this"

he giggles voice raspy from the medicine

"anything for you darling just say the word"

That was the last thing he said before holding you tightly against him and falling asleep~

Note

I hope this was good and I hope you like it please request if you wanted me to write a fanfic of any character!

Have a lovely day <3

[compassionatereminders]

Dear Kat! I'm the anon from the other day with that lose-lose dilemma regarding my partner talking to some people; I took your advice to heart, you really helped to ease my nerves enough to realize there were... Safe, loving ways to start the conversation I was scared to have.

By the end of thinking it all over, I also thought to myself: 'why dont I just tell him what I told Kat??' So I did (': I included that in with the advice you gave me. And everything turned out well ❤ he did end up removing the person from his list, but it was with many assurances that if its a bother to me, than he's not going to entertain their mindless chitchat if its nothing important. My partner is very good to me. Yes he hurt me in the past, but he doesn't pretend it didn't happen, doesn't invalidate me (in fact tells me I have every right to be upset when he's talking to someone), and is keeping up with his promise of trying to make things right. But that's a whole other story. I'm rambling.

I just wanted to say that everything is Good, and it all worked out, and I'm grateful to you because your calm advice brought me down from anxiety so that I was able to rationally speak with my love. Thank you, Kat. Have a beautiful day, you beautiful soul

I'm so glad this worked out in everyone's favor, and I'm really happy that I could help a bit. Thanks for the update ❤️

[amaterasim]

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Hello lovely people, I'm Kat, I'm 20-something years old and I am a huge manga and anime fan and cats lover. I love writing fan fictions involving favourite anime characters, recently I bought tablet and right now I am intensely studying digital art, so I can make fan art. If you want to follow my journey check out my instagram.

I also play from time to time Sims 4, and whenever I have the chance I like to make Sims that I share, you can download them on my Curseforge account.

I hope you enjoy my content and stick around to see more of it and support my further development.

Feel free to ask me questions, I try to be social online (sometimes unsuccessful, yet I'm trying nonetheless 😅) but I love having little chitchats.

Favourite Manga/Anime of all time:

Naruto

Yu-Gi-Oh (this was my very first anime guys! I have nostalgic emotional connection to it, this is what introduced me to the amazing world of manga and anime)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Blue Exorcist (personally think it's very underrated, but for people who enjoy JJK, this anime has a lot in common with JJK)

Black Butler (I adore gothic victorian style animes and you can't tell me nothing! Grell is my Kween!)

[lincolnlooker-blues]

Due to personal reasons i'll be sprawled on the floor listening to Sunmi's Noir on repeat for the next 57 years

[kitkatcadillac]

also, my birthdays on the 30th but if you think i am anything BUT ready to party for the entirety of march i have some news for you

[twinkleallnight]

12 Days of Fictmas

Thank you Erin and Alicia for this wonderful opportunity. This is my first time at fictmas and I hope you enjoy this little treat.

Thank you @txemrn for brainstorming.

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 1389

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

A/N: This is also my submission for sibling appreciation month hosted by @lovealexhunt.

Santa Comes to Town.

It was a cold winter morning when the tiny toddler jumped up into her elder brother’s bed. She frantically moved her tiny hands around the blankets which covered her brother in a warm slumber.

“Dekey! Dekey! Gey-Up! Up! Kishmush! Kishmush!”

The boy pulled the covers over his head. His muffled sound came out. “Not yet, Savvie. It’s still a week to go. Let me sleep.”

The little girl frowned and shouted out at the door, “Mommy! Dekey not getting up. Eeaam mama weebe anggy."

Listening to this, Bianca walked in, her hands full of neatly folded clothes that she stacked properly in the children’s cupboard. She turned around and walked to the little girl who was still sitting at the edge of the bed with pouted lips. Bianca sat down in front of her and looked into her brown eyes. “Sweetpea, you don’t say Liam’s mama. She is the queen. You address her as ‘your majesty’ or ‘madam’.”  

Then she called out, “Drake, you need to get out of that bed, and prepare to host your friend.”

“Yes Mother.” The four-year-old obediently plopped up into the bed rubbing his eyes.

Bianca picked up her daughter in her arms and started walking to the washroom. “Let’s get you dressed up pretty. How would you like that?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically.

The next hour was spent in getting the kids through the morning routine.

While her husband was busy at the palace, as the head of king’s guard, Bianca spent time bringing up her kids with just a bit of the Texan touch in a foreign land.

 Staying in the kingdom of Cordonia, she had carried her roots from the life back from Texas. It could be seen in her lifestyle and her home.

She had beautifully decorated a wall with some rustic crosses where her children stood praying with her, now. After offering their prayers, the kids got busy in decorating their little Christmas tree, that Jackson, their father had managed for them.

“It’s quite small.” He had sighed after placing it in the corner of their living room.

“It is perfect Jack.” Bianca had assured him as they watched Drake and Savannah jumping around it. The tree that appeared small to Jackson, was towering over the little stature of the kids. Savannah was clapping her hands in excitement.

The siblings spent each day adding a little of this and a little of that to their tree. Today it was special as Drake’s best friend, prince Liam was visiting them with his mother, Queen Eleanor.

Bianca was flabbergasted when she received the queen first time, during her stay at Cordonia, soon after her wedding to Jackson. But, over a period of time, she got accustomed to the loving nature of the Queen and her unique ways of mingling with common people. It had somehow become a tradition to host the Queen a week before the Christmas day, at the Walker’s humble quarters.

Bianca was occupied in the kitchen preparing the menu for the visit till late noon. She realised there was pin drop silence in the house. ‘What are these two up to now?’ she worried. She rushed to the bedroom but stopped in her tracks to find Savannah dressed up in her red frilly frock sitting on the floor.

 Drake was holding the little girl’s hand delicately in his, as he was busy painting her tiny nails red. It looked like he had done up her brown curls  in a slightly messy braid. When Savannah sensed her mother, she looked up and Bianca saw her pearly whites shining through the brightly coloured red lips.

Bianca’s heart warmed up to see the doting elder brother still engrossed into his job. “Mommy!” Savannah shrieked. Drake shook with the sudden sound and tipped the nail enamel bottle he was holding on his dress. “I am sorry mother.” He looked apologetically at his mother, worrying that she may scold him for the mess.

Her favourite nail enamel was spilled over and there was a messy shirt to clean but she ignored it all to keep up the spirit. “Don’t worry Drake. The Queen will be here any minute now, it’s time. Let’s quickly change your shirt. As she was helping him into fresh clothes, the doorbell jingled.

Eleanor walked in with Liam.  Savannah was the first to run up to her. She curtsied trying to balance over her wobbly feet. Eleanor picked up the tiny tot in her arms admiring, “Look at you! You are all grown up.”

“Dake dessed me.” Savannah stuttered.  Bianca rolled her eyes and Eleanor caught the gesture, understanding what must have conspired, looking at the makeup and the hairdo. Drake came ahead and bowed to Eleanor shyly.

“Here, here little guy. You did it all by yourself?” she asked him, putting Savannah back on her toes and giving Drake a warm hug. “Look at the hairstyle and the make up! You are good at this Drake. Isn’t she looking cute?” Drake blushed while Savannah twirled around with a glee . “May be some day I can have a little girl just like you!”

The last statement brought big expectant smile on Liam’s face. Bianca gave him a hug, “Bless your heart! Our little prince will love it!”

After everyone exchanged greetings, the ladies settled down for a chitchat while the brother and sister pulled Liam to show their Christmas tree.  

They enjoyed playing around it for some time and then decided to move to the playroom. Drake and Liam each held one of Savannah’s hands and walked with her slow pace as Eleanor watched them go. “Aww! They are so adorable!”

Drake pulled out the wooden blocks and the three of them sat together to make a castle. “Who weebe the king?” Savannah asked.

“Liam will be, Savvie. He is the prince.” Drake told her while Liam smiled at her acknowledging.

“Ann you Dekey?”

“I will be king’s guard, just like daddy.” Drake said with a puffed-up chest.

“Ann I?” Savannah questioned again to understand her role in the pretend play.

“You can be a Duchess!” Liam added.

“Wha do duchesh do?”

“She helps the king at his work.” Liam explained patiently.

Savannah was delighted and agreed to play her role. 

Their game continued till Bianca came in to take them for snacks.

“Momma, Eeaam made me duchesh!” She started telling her mother about their pretend play. Eleanor listened keenly. Liam and Drake exchanged shy looks. Being boys they preferred to keep their games to themselves.

 Bianca served them her traditional chili, Frito and tortillas. They all sat together and feasted over the delicacies. After munching the kolache for dessert, some more plans were made for the coming week and Christmas party.   

Soon, it was time for departure, and Savannah found it overwhelming to let go. Her big brown eyes were welled up as she hugged Liam and addressed the Queen, “Eeaam mama, I wan Eeaam play weeme!” Eleanor laughed at her sweet request.

Bianca picked up her little one and told her firmly, “Savannah Jane Walker! You do not say that. You say ‘Madam'.”

Eleanor ignored the formalities and cupped her cheeks, “Liam is going to go to the palace and set up a big Christmas tree for you. How about you visit us with your Momma and brother later?”

Savannah half-heartedly nodded.  Bianca put her down next to her brother, “Drake, can you take her to her room?”

“Yes mother.” Drake quickly bid farewell to his friend and walked his little sister, who was sobbing silently, to her room. Bianca saw her guests out. When she returned to the children’s room, she was treated with yet another sweet moment. Savannah had lay down with her head in Drake’s lap, her eyelids drooping. Bianca's little son was singing to her in his baby voice, “...Santa’s coming to town…

You better watch out; you better not cry.

Better not pout, I am telling u why.

He sees when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.

He knows when you’re bad or good so be good for goodness sake.”

She patiently waited for him to finish his verse and then walked in to hug him, “Oh punkin! I love you!”

She kissed him and then lifted almost asleep Savannah from his lap. She cuddled up with her kids humming ‘Santa comes to town'.

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[puzzleaficionado]

Is there a fan-favorite character than you're kinda "meh" about?

uhh yeah i used to be kind of confused why everyone loved clive so much ?? but i guess he’s ok

send me asks abt pl!

[genius11rare]

AH ChitChat Notes 3 22 21

Chitchat 32221 with Jeremy , michael and matt ft disembodied voices of lindsay and maybe kaden , gus in chat and joins

Jeremy: Kaden spoke up because of donuts earlier… Michael: Jacks time is over now… but he will be on stream later. Jeremy: oh yeah schedule. Slight last minute changes doing Fall Guys first cuz S4 came out… me michael  lindsay and matt did a letsplay in it earlier today … gus will be doing fall guys this stream (eyyy)... oh yeah and i wanna impersonate what jack does. Matt: do it. Jeremy: and if you're watching on the site we can see your chat like FatHippoHippo wrote BET in all capitals … yeah i just wanted to get into the spirit and be like “what would jack do, what would he think is funny” and that was it. Lindsay: alsoone of those WWJD bracelets from the 90s What Would Jack Do… (matt: ive repurposed them) Jeremy: so how are you doing? Lindsay: good weekend i guess , just telling Matt we watched Big Hero 6 yesterday (Jeremy: aw hell yell) still an awesome movie , kids loved it. Jeremy: where they scared of - idk if he has a name the kabuki villain… *looking it up* apparently its Yokai… guess they never really say it cuz that's generic. Lindsay: that's VERY generic. Michael: IVE GOT TO TAKE THIS CALL *facecam becomes void* Jeremy: ok spoiler alert for Big Hero 6 but just looking at the wiki… it makes an audacious claim. It says “professor robert calahan OR ALSO BETTER KNOW as his villain name Yokai”... is it? Lindsay: well its based on a comic right so i guess canonically he has a name…. But to answer your question No they werent scared … anyway something we noticed upon rewatching is that 2 characters before a MAJOR event happens to the fistbump… but DON'T do the explosion… like oooohhh foreshadowing. Michael: not really foreshadowing if they keep doing it throughout the movie , if anything its foreshadowing that like… hell… whats the robots name - baymax learning it… not really foreshadowing the building explodes (gen notes MAJOR EVENT) … what blew my mind was that movie has a post credits scene. Jeremy: oh yeah was it like with the dudes father. Michael: Fred yeah! Remember remarking upon them entering the house theres a portrait of the dad and i just went “his dads just Stan Lee… just a portrait of him” Post credits scene and guys talking to painting and - wasn't paying attention but he like hits his head on it and the wall opens up to show a superhero room with paraphernalia everywhere and Stan Lee walks in like “son we got a lot to talk about” Jeremy: Chat asking about if i watched the wrestling PayPerView… remember how i updated you last that the guy died in the ring after being set on fire (Michael: lemme guess hes a zombie now) - yep exactly last night a hand reached up and grabbed someones leg , he came out of the smoke with a melted messed up mask so yeah…. Hes a furry (i think?) zombie clown Michael: hey wait a minute let me read the chat , someone named Gus said “whoa no idea there was a post credit scene”  “what is a fastfood restaurant combo wish would open” Lindsay: Miss my KenTaco Hutt… Michael: idk im usually just in the mood for SOMETHING , not looking to combine , only time is when i want a certain food and they don't have the same sides i want other places have . like Sonic is amazing for sides , apps and drinks… don't care for entrees , but if i could get Sonic sides at McDonalds or Taco bell or something.. Jeremy: guess in the same vein id combine Dairy Queen with a lot of places (Matt: i was about to say) to get a BLIZZARD with whatever. Matt: that's how it usually goes anyway , you get the food , you drive by the Dairy Queen and get a desert - you don't get the food at Dairy Queen cuz why - just why Lindsay: i mean theres icecream but there isnt really fastfood places for other deserts… like theres not really a Cake or Cupcake place (Matt: not yet *tilts head at camera like “you know what i want”* ) there IS the cupcake ATM Matt: alright checking the google… Michael: Matts checking the driving distance. Jeremy: another questions whil matts looking up cakes (Matt: oh i already have it) nevermind then. Conware asks “what is your fave controller for console and whats fave controller you own” Jeremy: Idk really… i know for a while everyones was the Elite 2 Michael: yeah just most comfortable. Matt: well that's like a specialty type… if its a stock one then the switch pro controller is pretty good. Michael: i mean i also have this 8Bit do SNES bluetooth controller thing , love it Lindsay: i love the nintendo switch controller grip… makes it feel like it curves comfy around your palms Jeremy: the XBOX sea of thieves one is great (Matt: i was about to say…) got a glow in the dark skull in the middle , RT is like a gold tooth , is partly see through Matt: and it comes with some exclusive stuff for Sea of Thieves Lindsay: yeah like Motion Sickness. Matt: i got one that's just a donut. Lindsay: gave me an idea… you know how theres Pez Dispensers (matt: heard of them) yeah and how you don't really even use them right you just eat the candy and play with the thing  ( *matt nods approvingly* yeah about right) what if we invent a controller where every once in a while it opens up to give a snack. (Matt: yeah like everytime you get an achievement, Jeremy: yeah i did good! Just go up to the controller and eat it) “You Are Good Boy” Matt: be funnier if it just throws at you “everyone have a fave seasons and followup do you like seasons where you grew up or where you are now?” Jeremy: i mean springs probably my fave its easy to be outside , not boiling hot nor snow everywhere… great time to camp and fish , falls cool with changing colors… texas is like “do you want REALLY hot or hot?”  Michael: i do really like Fall on the East Coast but its like - yeah i miss it and its nice to be there when it happens where its light jacket weather. I used to wear sweatshirts all the time - i don't bother with long sleeves in texas cuz i know im taking it off within 30 min…  never knew about the Water Cup thing until i lived in texas where restaurants just HAVE water cups… blew my mind its free  - because people will drop dead . noticed they just have this seperate stack of clear cups which is i guess like “i BETTER not see any soda in that cup THAT'S  A WATER CUP!”. I don't like it when its 105 degrees but i do like being able to just wear Tshirts most of the year and not dealing with snow Lindsay: i like Fall the most cuz like its blend of i guess i embrace the basic bitch stereo types of fall , want my pumpkin spice latee but ALSO i know halloween is coming and ive said before how THAT'S like my religious holiday so like… i come alive. Matt: probably fall , maybe winter. I don't go out much but fall is like the right amount of cool but not TOO cool. Jeremy: over the weekend me and kat went to a town called rockfort (i think?) which is like right on the ocean , the weather was a little cold for it , like 50 maybe and the sea breeze made it chillier… im not really a beach person just more water. You say beach and you think  like Boogie Boarding Bros (Michael: whoooaah boogie. Lindsay: beach volleyball) yeah .. id reather be on a rocky shore than a sandy beach. Michael: youd rather be like a mermaid sitting on the rocks *jeremy laughs loud* is that what you're saying Jeremy: yeah Matt: attracting sailors to their DOOM Lindsay: i gotta send you a link but theres this one TikTokker i guess that i watch that talks about that an eastern european beach she went to and was like “i cant wait to go on my beach outting yeah!” and she gets there its rocky , really windy , noones there and goes “ooh its really cold” Matt: depends the kind of beach to me… for me East Coast beaches SUCK *jeremy nods yep* its water you cant see anything in its terrible Lindsay: that's also texas beaches , all brown. Matt: its just one of those things where you get in the water and your like “ok… at anymoment i could be attacked by everything around me”  Michael: well that can happen on land too matt (Gen Notes WELCOHME TA JOISEY!!!) (paraphrasing jeremy here) Jeremy: theres this guy who flys a drone out over beaches into the ocean , and he released the footage… apparently due to there being a lot less people now theres just Great White Sharks that go relatively close to beaches now… there are times where hes filming people playing and like 10 ft away is a fucking shark ya know just swimming. And cuz they're really far away hed be like “id see it , film it , then go to a lifeguard and show it like “oh btw…” “ Michael: so you know 2 hours ago someone may have been eaten. MattL he should put a speaker on the drone to like announce the sharks like HEY! DEATH OUT THERE!. Lindsay: “whats that Dronie? Theres a shark in the water?!?” Jeremy: and it was funny seeing that behavior where everyonce and a while a shark would be swimming then someone would do something near it not seeing the shark and the shark just goes “fuck dat” and swims away MattL god dude…. So close to death *gus joins* Lindsay: oh you're the guy who was like Texas beaches have Tar Gus: oh yeah i grew up in texas and i thought all beaches were like that just “oh you don't sit on the tar”

[compassionatereminders]

Hey Kat!

Love to get your hot take:

I’ve never really fit in very well & was a huge people pleaser who relied very heavily on external validation. Now that I’m healing I just can’t vibe with people. The surface level talk drains the fuck out of me. I feel like I don’t connect with those I called good friends. I had a huge shift- sold my car, quit my job, left my apartment, bought a bus and am just travelling across Canada trying to learn how to self sustain. I’m trying to build my tribe but I feel removed. I’ve always needed social recovery time but my patients for ideal chitchat is at an all time low. Perhaps I am meant to be a simple observer living with nature’s creatures. Perhaps my social mask has completely deteriorated and social norms that held me in its clutches are diminishing. It may be my autism. Do you find the more you heal the further away from others you feel? I appreciate you. Thank you for your time & holding space for so many. You deserve pure love 🥰

No, I actually find that healing has brought me closer to other people - but healing means different things to different people and you don't have to be a social person if you don't want to. But if you do want to, a suggestion could be to look for individuals you actually have something important in common with so that you can skip the more superficial small talk.

[lincolnlooker-blues]

9,10, 11?

I love you, how dare xD

9. What idol(s) would you go to an arcade with? Why?

Let me take all of Seventeen to an arcade PLEASE. That would be so chaotic yet so much fun! *watch me get rekt by the dance line on ddr*

10. What are some things you associate with your bias?

i wont say who *insert mildly evil laughter* piano keys, sweater paws, that embarrassed laugh whenever you show off a talent, eye crinkles! That warm feeling you get when you hug someone you trust/love, djwjdjd this is getting too soft, moving on!

11. What idol(s) would you bake cookies with? Why?

Please let me bake with Jin, this is like, what i need in my life

[skele8rity]

literally anything that falls out of yoosung’s mouth in anyone’s route both breaks and mends my heart simultaneously, thank you cheritz team for such unbelievably well written characters holy shit

[debthedemi]

Helloooo there 🙋🏼‍♀️ I just stumbled across your blog it's perfectly wholesome and as a fellow demi super relatable! I have created a group chat called confused demisexuals, so if you or any of your followers want to chitchat about really anything, feel free to join (also my chit chat usually can get quite deep since I hate small talk) Lots of hugs from Austria - Kat

Just saw this after I joined lol.

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

are u friends with the mcfancast girls??

just hallie!! i've never talked to kat but hallie and i Chitchat a Lot lmao

[kxtsoucier]

look who just moved into 2C! is that BRIANNE TJU? no, that’s definitely CATHERINE “KAT” SOUCIER! rumour has it the TWENTY year old is a MUGGLEBORN and used to be a CHIASSON ACADEMIE student but now SHE/HER spends their time as a TATTOO APPRENTICE. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re ARTISTIC and CANDID, despite being CRUDE and JUDGEMENTAL. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first! 

unanswered texts from mom, an ocean keeping an old version of yourself at a distance, doodles in pen scribbled in the gaps of ripped jeans, the perfect imagine trapped in a mind, hateful words spoken in harsh whispers following your many steps, a snowglobe world, approaching that gorgeous strange in the bar, a childhood home vandalized with accusations, a hand forever shoved in the camera lens, outfits unfit for the chill weather, and the power of a single photograph.

SEXUAL ASSAULT TW: During her time at Chiasson Academie, Kat had always connected better with the students in the year just above her. And in a school divided by your class, it drove a wedge between her and her     classmates. It had been a hurdle that she hadn’t minded much. So what if she hadn’t been selected first as someone’s potion partner? Or that she     spent more time in the upperclassmen’s dorm than her own? Then came the party. She had been to parties. She’d gotten drunk. She’d kissed guys and girls. She had even passed out before, had too many drinks and fallen asleep on one of her classmates’ bed. She’d done all that, only that particular night some of the boys had taken pictures. Pictures she hadn’t consented to. Pictures that too quickly circulated around the school. And then the reputation of Soucier the Slut began.

One of the things that keeps her sane, aside from driving her mother mad is art. Nothing with paints or clay or anything intense. Kat stuck to pencil and pen mostly, doing quick rough sketches. Sketches and also her “collage” work. Magazine clipping and postcards and any odd image. Slap a few words on there with a sharpie or cut and paste some shit. It would never go in a museum but Kat was fine with that. People judge enough already. Since being in Britain, and getting a few tattoos for herself, an interest was sparked. She’s still learning the ropes and grabs one too many cups of coffee for the other artists, but Kat likes the idea of a positive permanence, turning the body (a confusing and complicated thing) into a canvas.

SLUT SHAMING TW: Kat’s mom was and remains a helicopter parent. As much as she can be with an ocean between them. Kat’s father, well, he’s mostly clocked out. There had always been tension between mother and daughter, but it grew worse after the rumors in her fifth year. Her mom wanted her to combat it by changing, by wearing turtlenecks and having a bare face free of makeup. Bullshit in Kat’s opinion. She reacted with cutting shorts shorter and making her eyeliner bolder, her words more crude. If her teacher was hot, she’s say it. The truth couldn’t be hidden. And she would not be filtered. In the end, she refuses to apologize for who she is. She had not done anything wrong that night. There was no shame in being blunt, in being harsh, in talking about sex or having sex. But even despite how bold her tongue was, that didn’t mean Kat was exactly lining up to let people in.

Kat disliked her real name. Catherine. So uninteresting. So when she was young she had shortened it, and changed it to a K. Cringey? Potentially. But fuck did it fit.

Toil and Trouble has become a place for Kat to escape. She can dance the night away and escape daily chitchat that gets overpowered by the booming music.

Has a crush on over half the Weird Sisters. No shame.

Bisexual.

Moved across the globe to escape the drama and reputation. And her mother. Doesn’t keep in touch with many people from Chiasson, even her older friends. She quickly assumed they believed the rumors.

Chose to specialize in Legilimency and Occlumency in her final years. However, she doesn’t attempt to get into other’s minds willy-nilly. After what happened to her, consent matters beyond words. About the only time she’ll pull out her talents is in the shop. Sometimes a client will come in with an idea in mind and all the description in the world won’t amount to the image in their head. Permission granted, Kat can get a glimpse at what they truly envision.