#das if you see this um.

[spamlets]

“you do things to me.”

TR: I hate you.

DF: I know.

TR: I want you dead.

DF: I know.

TR: One day, I’ll be the cause of your collapse.

DF: I know.

TR: I hate you, I’ll kill you, I’ll sabotage everything you stand for—

DF: I know.

DF: I love you.

TR: …

TR: I know.

[whatudottu]

Welcome one and all to my version of the party's loopified designs, featuring my many broken bones and blood stains I especially put into Odile who I tackled second unlike the alphabetical order that I have presented here! I'll have in-depth discussions on each designs and matching practice portraits under the cut but before that-

Siffrin 'barely taller than a preteen' no middle name no last name Loop is still barely taller than a preteen but now that preteen can claim fire to their height!

Alphabetical order GO!

Bonnie, who I've been calling Bonfire (which if that ends up being their name I can imagine Bonnie calling them 'Fire' while they call Bonnie 'Face' to match), was the last of my designs because frankly I knew from the start what their design was going to take influence from and also knew I was going to draw fire :P They were based on bonfires (of course) and also specifically the Burning Man effigies just for a humanoid figure, plus being a chef cooker and a campfire and also a very heated expressive person.

Their flames are hot but not actual wood burning so the Favour Tree (and Mirabelle in the height chart) are not at risk of combusting, they're just incredibly bright-

Isabeau my first design, with influences from @basilpaste 's Lock (with a dressform body) and @nullapophenia 's original version of Husk (the faceless identityless sketch), I have combined them both to make a mannequin it/its loopified design that finally gets to be capital T Tall all for the low low price of being Changed against its will and suffering another bout of body dysphoria that it can't fix anymore :) :) :) When I was referencing mannequins I actually noticed how long their legs actually were let alone how they were perma-stuck in that Barbie-like highheel pose and thought why don't I just curse Isa with something he previously wanted :P

Something something Isabeau actively Changed not only his body but his personality to become someone he wouldn't be ashamed of, yada yada Loopsabeau is back to hating itself and has started to become a person it despises to match (also like a mannequin it's head and arms are technically painlessly removeable :P)

Third in order and third in design is Mirabelle, who technically is the only loopified design with technically hair and clothes, but the hair are the tangled roots of the Favour Tree and the clothes are like the carved hardstone statues of religious figures :P Initially my Idea for Mirabelle was to make her kinda like her statue, with the wonky expression of someone who made it without much mastery over details, not to pit anything against Mira, no, no. Thought about maybe abstract statue design but I couldn't find a version I liked but I did always imagine her statue being weathered in some way, there was a reason why I saved her for third I couldn't pick what I wanted. But then I remembered the broken Change God statues, thought about the 'blessing' that ended up being a curse, and then thought about overgrown weathering and gave her the roots.

I actually looked up Black hairstyles and mostly wondered what specific hair texture Mirabelle had (she wears it in a fro of course, but she has flyaways that aren't coils, but she described her own hair as kinky and :P) so that if I were to mimic hair with tree roots I can get an appropriate matching hairstyle (settled on megatwists). Hah, if Mira has 4C hair, considering how long her hair actually looks, if she to wear her hair in twists she might actually have elbow length hair :P

I spent 8 non-consecutive hours on Odile can you tell? Can you see my hands bleeding my wrist breaking my eyes drooping? Yeah so Odile was again, my second design and it took me a week to recover, and she's a combination of gem and mirror suit with all the little fragments floating around her the 'diamonds' that represent all her family members party plus the ones she originally had in sets of 2. I also put geodes where parts of her body have broken off (inspired by how when the King strikes she can't move, plus also being a glass canon) where when I was actually drawing those geodes that they kinda use the Change symbol?

Circle within a circle within a circle, regardless of how wiggly it is, and at the centre is a cluster of crystals. That was an accidental reference to Odile's mixed heritage but hoo boy what a connection! Her missing pieces are a combination of 'being too old for this' fragility and also 'i didn't want to render more mirrors sue me'

Anyway I am going to put my wrist in a cast and imagine loopified party members with their pre-wish counterparts :P

[buggsxp]

got into arkanis smp today and, because i know twitter does not care, i'll be sharing this lil obsession here pipipi

[ansburg]

DRAGON AGE ORIGINS REPLAY: 8/?

Grey Warden, please don't hurt my son. He is not responsible for what he does.

[galli-halli]

„Wir haben alle nur gestarrt“. So wahr aber auch. Ich weiß noch wie ich so bei dem Rätsel dachte, „haha, küssen“. Und dann so 3 Sekunden später, „wie jetzt, küssen die sich jetzt?!!?“ Und als sie es dann getan haben, war mein Kopf einfach nur ERROR Fehlermeldung 404.

What a time to be alive. Auch wie Klaas einfach so ganz selbstverständlich seine Hand an Jokos Wange legen will. I can’t even. Freue mich auf eine baldige Abhandlung von dir zu diesem Moment. (Und generell, is it just me oder shippen sich die beiden selbst und werden von ihren Kollegen gerade seeeehr doll geshippt?)

Hallihallo, fühlt euch bitte nie schlecht, mir (egal wie sehr mich die fehlende Zeit momentan einschränkt) eine Nachricht zu hinterlassen oder auch eine Frage/Bitte zu stellen. Ich mag nicht immer direkt dazu kommen, aber ich schätze jeglichen Austausch mit euch sehr und das wird sich nie ändern <3

So, und jetzt kommen wir mal dazu, dass JK sich schon wieder geküsst haben?! Es wird nie alt, einen solchen Satz zu schreiben xD

(Die Kommentare unter diesem Preview sind hilarious)

Ganz grundsätzlich gesprochen sind die beiden VR-Mazen bereits bei der Aufzeichnung raketenartig auf meine Liste der Lieblingseinspieler geschossen. Ich möchte die zweite Maz nicht spoilern, aber beide Teile haben wirklich alles zu bieten, was JKP7 Einspieler so fantastisch machen: die Aufgabe ist sehr kreativ und mit sehr viel Aufwand und Liebe zum Detail gestaltet, JK hängen irgendwo zwischen Wir wissen nicht was wir hier tun und Es ist absurd, wie viel Spaß wir mit so einem albernen Quatsch haben können. Zusätzlich ist die Mischung aus "Streitereien" und Teamwork extrem stimmig. JK halten sich an die Aufgaben (wozu auch das Küssen gehört) ohne groß zu diskutieren, nehmen sich aber genug Zeit um spontane Albernheiten einzustreuen - dazu zähle ich jetzt mal Klaas' "Guck mal Joko ich mach Liegestütze für dich" Heufer-Umlauf auch wenn das eigentlich schon wieder unter sein absurdes Flirtverhalten fallen würde.

Kurz runtergebrochen: Ich bin ein Riesenfan dieser Mazen. Für mich verbinden sie alles Positive, was JKP7 in den letzten Jahren hervorgebracht hat und manchmal muss man sich vor Augen führen, dass diese Dynamik, die JK jetzt haben, vor gar nicht allzu langer Zeit alles andere als selbstverständlich war.

Als Joko das Rätsel vorgelesen hat, dachte ich dasselbe wie du, Anon. Ich dachte, "Das hört sich an als müssten sie sich küssen, bestimmt macht Joko den Gag". Und dann war es tatsächlich die Lösung und ich war heillos überfordert xD Allein damit, dass Klaas auf die korrekte Antwort kommt, es ausspricht und null Probleme damit haben zu scheint, es durchzuziehen. Hat derselbe Klaas nicht noch im ersten Teil Joko in die Schranken gewiesen, als der vom Küssen gesprochen hat? Der Mann und sein Hin und Her, also wirklich. Wie soll man das je verstehen?

Ich habe zu der Kussszene zwei Gefühlslagen.

Einerseits finde ich es so schön, wie herzlich die beiden miteinander sind und wie natürlich sie es zeigen. Da gibt es kein Problem, es wird keine große Sache daraus gemacht. Ich habe im Rahmen anderer Ask-Antworten schon mehrmals darüber gesprochen, aber diese Selbstverständlichkeit, mit der Joko und Klaas ihre Zuneigung füreinander offen zeigen, weil sie sich wirklich gern haben und nichts daran falsch ist, finde ich bewundernswert. Vor allem in einem Medium wie dem Fernsehen gibt es noch viel zu viele Hemmschwellen, Hürden und Vorurteile, primär bei einem solchen Umgang von Männern miteinander, und JK haben auf mich immer schon so gewirkt, als würde sie das überhaupt nicht interessieren. Sie haben auf ganz viele Arten schon seit dem Beginn ihrer gemeinsamen Karriere immer ihr eigenes Ding durchgezogen und sind sich treu geblieben und eben das wird durch solche Momente auch repräsentiert. Ganz abseits von jeglichen shipping-Thematiken und Analysen ist das etwas, was für mich besonders hervorsticht.

Ja, natürlich war dieses ganze Rätsel eine ziemlich offensichtliche Form des Fanservices, den man bei JKP7 bei der Auslegung von Spielen und Mazen häufiger sehen kann - spontan fallen mir direkt die Fessel-Maz, JK bauen ein Haus und Steven zieht ein sowie jegliche "Wie gut kennen JK sich wirklich"-Spiele ein. Die Redaktion weiß ganz genau, was sie dadurch bekommen, und das ist die Aufmerksamkeit von uns und damit die Aufmerksamkeit bei social media. Tweets mit JK-Hashtags sind inzwischen hauptsächlich auf die Dynamik und das Miteinander von Joko und Klaas bezogen und das geht an niemandem vorbei, der sich ab und zu damit beschäftigt. Weswegen mich diese Herangehensweise nicht stört und ich sie ganz im Gegenteil größtenteils als sehr gelungen empfinde, ist einmal JKs Umgang damit (eben die Natürlichkeit, über die ich oben gesprochen habe) und zum anderen, dass diese Momente nur eingestreut und gut portioniert werden.

Es geht hier immer noch um Unterhaltung. Inzwischen sind diese kleinen und größeren Hints in Richtung JK und uns Teil der Unterhaltung geworden, die uns in den Florida-Shows präsentiert werden, aber es wird damit nicht übertrieben. Jede Anspielung und jeder Spruch basiert auf JKs Miteinander. Die Richtung eines Spiels wird vorgegeben, in ihrem Verhalten bleiben sie aber frei, und das kann man genau in dieser Maz sehr schön sehen.

Nun zum weniger objektiven Teil, weil das uns allen doch sehr viel mehr Spaß macht:

Was war denn da schon wieder los?!?!

Und wieso bin ich nach all der Zeit immer noch fassungslos darüber, dass die zwei so irre sind, was platonisches, brüderliches Küssen angeht? Man sollte meinen, ich habe mich an Jokos ständiges Fragen danach genauso gewöhnt wie an Klaas' Aussetzer, die ganz viel Starren und ganz wenig Logik beinhalten. Aber nein. Die machen mich immer noch verrückt damit.

Im Studio und auch danach war ich zu perplex, um irgendwie angemessen darauf zu reagieren. Denn auch wenn die Aktion selbst natürlich von dem Rätsel bzw. der Redaktion vorgegeben wurde, die Ausführung war so typisch JK, dass ich schon wieder schreien könnte. Das einzige, was ich danach sofort nochmal sehen wollte, war dieser erste Versuch, als sie mit den Brillen aneinanderstoßen.

Wie sehr kann man Joko küssen wollen? Klaas: Ja!

In meiner Erinnerung haben sie danach beide gekichert und es direkt nochmal versucht. Aber oh. OH, das war wohl nur Joko.

Klaas war da offensichtlich mit etwas ganz anderem beschäftigt als zu kichern, Klaas streckt sich und reckt seinen Kopf nach oben, auch nachdem Joko vor ihm zurückweicht. Klaas war ready; und wie ready er war, sieht man dann an seiner Reaktion darauf, dass sie nochmal von vorne starten müssen.

(Fun Fact am Rande: Die Gifs tragen den wunderschönen Namen "JK küssen sich schon wieder")

Alles daran, sein herrisches "Komm jetzt", wie er die Hand sinken lässt, wie er sich wegdreht - es ist so typisch Klaas xD

Irgendwo zwischen Ungeduld und Frustration. Ist es ihm unangenehm, ist er genervt oder enttäuscht? Alles, oder doch keins davon? Ich tippe am ehesten auf Ungeduld und das amüsiert mich doch sehr. Egal was der Ursprung dieser Ungeduld sein mag, es zählt, was davon bei uns ankommt. Und auf mich wirkt es so, als wäre da jemand nicht begeistert darüber, unterbrochen worden zu sein, weil die doofen VR-Brillen im Weg waren. Eine Frechheit, dass Klaas noch ein paar Sekunden länger auf seinen Kuss warten musste.

Ebenso absurd wie diese Reaktion finde ich, dass Joko daraufhin wie automatisiert die Distanz zwischen ihnen schließt, indem er ihm wieder entgegen kommt. Die sind wirklich wie zwei Magneten, die sich permanent anziehen und es vermutlich nicht einmal merken.

Diese Symmetrie ist auch genau der Grund, aus dem ich hier ihren letzten Kuss bei der Besten Show als Vergleich daneben gestellt habe.

Wie auch damals kommen sie sich gleichzeitig und sehr synchron entgegen. Beim Beste Show Kuss kann ich bis heute nicht sagen, wer wen mehr an sich zieht. Die Bewegung scheint von Klaas auszugehen, bis man sich Jokos Hand- und Armbewegungen ansieht. Es sind beide.

Bei der VR-Maz wiederholt sich das Ganze, nur dass Joko sich zurückzieht, als ihre Brillen kollidieren. Klaas hingegen scheint völlig in einem anderen Film zu sein und verharrt nicht nur, sondern wendet sich Joko noch einmal aktiv entgegen.

Zu Klaas' Handplatzierung habe ich schon einige Meinungen gelesen und kann mir tatsächlich alles von er hat versucht sie an Jokos Gesicht oder Kinn zu legen bis hin zu er wollte die Hand zwischen ihre Münder legen irgendwie vorstellen. Am wahrscheinlichsten finde ich jedoch, dass er die Hand als Orientierungshilfe gebraucht hat. Abstände und Bewegungen werden durch die VR-Brille offensichtlich verzerrt und sind nicht ohne weiteres einzuschätzen, vor allem, wenn man wie in ihrem Fall das Gesicht/die Lippen des anderen finden muss. Die Handbewegung wirkt auf mich am ehesten ertastend und koordinierend.

Trotz der Umstände sieht vor allem dieses Entgegenkommen so flüssig und routiniert aus, dass es mich ein bisschen sprachlos macht. Das war beim Beste Show Kuss aber, wie man sehen kann, schon genauso. Selbst ihr Mundpropaganda-Kuss, bei dem sie eindeutig am aufgeregtesten waren, hat schlichtweg stimmig gewirkt.

Bei Joko und Klaas greifen so viele Ebenen automatisch ineinander, weil sie sich auf jeder dieser Ebenen blind verstehen. Sie verstehen sich durch Worte, durch Gesten, durch Blicke, aber eben auch durch diese nonverbale, körperliche Ebene. Es gibt unzählige Momente aus den vergangenen Jahren, in denen sie die exakt selbe Bewegung ausführen, ohne es abzusprechen oder es überhaupt zu sehen. Die zwei sind einfach im Einklang miteinander.

Deshalb wirkt es bei all der Absurdität trotzdem nicht absurd, dass sie sich küssen. Egal wie oft Joko es im Scherz vorschlägt. Egal wie oft Klaas ihn abweist. Wenn es dann wirklich so weit ist, sind sie sofort in einem Rhythmus. Und nein, wir bekommen den richtigen Kuss natürlich nicht zu sehen, weil die Florida es liebt uns zu teasen. Wir wissen auch nicht, ob sie sich wirklich geküsst oder nur so getan haben. Was wir aber wissen, ist, wie unaufgeregt und fast schon routiniert sie damit umgegangen sind. Und das ist einerseits extrem soft und andererseits beinhaltet es diese JK-weirdness, denn da tun sich bei mir tausend weitere Fragen auf xD

Abschließend möchte ich, nur für die Softness of it all, nochmal darauf hinweisen, wie häufig Joko und Klaas in den paar Sekunden vor und nach dem Kuss kichern oder leise lachen. Bei Klaas dachte ich kurzzeitig, sie hätten dieselbe Tonspur von vor ein paar Sekunden nochmal eingefügt, aber nein. Der lacht wirklich die ganze Zeit vor sich hin, weil er Joko küssen darf soll.

Genau das macht diesen Reiz von Joko und Klaas aus. Einerseits benehmen sie sich, als wäre das der 220983te Kuss des Tages, andererseits kichern sie darüber wie ein frisch verliebtes Pärchen.

Und damit habe ich für heute genug gebrabbelt.

...aber das können wir uns nochmal ansehen, weil es so schön war.

Hier ruht Klausis Geduld. Er hat jetzt lange genug auf seinen Kuss gewartet.

[yappacadaver]

As if the day wasn’t already ruined the Reddit ama is fuckig sending me dude

[randygrim]

I can't cosplay Miku, YET!!!!!!! But I sure as hell can draw myself as her

100% making myself a miku cane. Thats the project of my dreams

[hyperionwitch-art]

Hi! I'm new to your blog and was wondering if I could get a brief snippet about some of your OCs? Like a backstory, little quirks, etc etc (Because they look really awesome and I want to learn a little about them!! Also your art is gorgeous)

Hi anon, welcome to the blog! Thanks for the sweet words~

Haha, I'd love to talk about my OCs...but there are a bunch of them floating around! ...I mean it doesn't LOOK that way because I mainly post about my Terrible Kids, but in my brain there are a ton, I swear.

Let me know if there's anybody you'd like to know about specifically! The big ones that actually get airtime are uuuuh The Kids and other TES folks, Tam, Nehris, and the assorted Pathfinder kiddos (mostly Jessen I guess), but if you dig up somebody specific I can do my best!

I feel bad not responding with something immediately though, so here are a couple misc. posts that have some backstory and fun facts about a few characters! 🖤

About Tev Voiceclaims Fave OC facts

[cutielatias]

[mistofstars]

Vermutung, warum Klaas Joko in Duell um die Geld andauernd *so* ansieht und sie schamlos flirten - weil Joko einen Smoking trägt und mal nicht wie ein Buntstift rumläuft 😂

[jils-things]

Okay. Hold. The. Fucking. Phone. I know i said i was going to Bed. But

I'm going to be so ill, it's going to become SCARY.

[waywardsalt]

>:3

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Most people in the west don't know about this but astrology has been used as a tool for oppression for a long long time in south asia. Especially India. Astrology has been and is still being used as a way to forcibly marry off women to abusive men because their horoscooes match. It is used in innumerable oppressive rituals and practices. It has been used to invalidate and discredit so many marginalised folks. Today the people who practice conversion therapy in india use astrology. They tell parents that their children are gay because the stars weren't right. ASTROLOGY IS NOT HARMLESS. Seeing queer people promote astrology is just so infuriating to me because I am trying to fight a system that is using astrology to oppress me and you're fucking promoting it as a la di da fun slumber party activity.

since making that post I've heard from SO MANY INDIANS who absolutely loathe the way astrology has been used against them or their friends and yet I'm still out here getting people in my replies going "um... astrology is part of Indian religion actually... so you can't criticize it actually" like okay. can I at least point vehemently at all of the Indians criticizing it then because there are MANY.

[steveseddie]

my cards are on the table

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: family dinner and @steddiebingo prompt: matchmaker | rating: t | cw: 999 | tags: different first meeting, pre season 4, matchmaker wayne munson, soft boys

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Christmas at the Munson’s consists of early dinner on Christmas Eve and opening presents on Christmas morning once Wayne comes back from work.

It’s been that way since Eddie moved in so when Wayne opens Eddie’s door to tell him to wash up before dinner and casually says he invited someone, Eddie is puzzled.

“You– what?”

“Kid, you gotta stop listening to your music so loud,” Wayne says gruffly, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“And you need to explain why you invited someone to dinner!” Eddie demands, narrowing his eyes. “Is it a woman? Are you seeing someone, old man?”

“Not a woman, son, just a kid who does deliveries to the plant sometimes. His folks ain’t gonna be around for Christmas so I invited him over.”

Eddie’s lips press into a thin line. He’s known his uncle is a good man since he took him in. He loves him for it. He just wishes it didn’t mean he has to spend Christmas with a stranger.

“Fine, but I’m not dressing up just because someone is coming over!”

“Suit yourself, son, but I think you might wanna.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Why?” Wayne just shrugs and leaves. “Why?” He repeats but gets no response.

Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and after whining about how this is Wayne’s guest so he should be the one to get the door, Eddie sighs and opens it to reveal–

“Steve Harrington?” Eddie shakes off the shock and flashes him a mocking grin. “Well, well, well, what are you doing on the wrong side of town, Your Highness? Did you get lost?”

The title makes Steve’s nose wrinkle but he lets it slide. “Actually, your uncle invited me.”

Eddie’s jaw drops. “You’re our guest?”

With a shrug, Steve makes a ta-da! gesture. Eddie stares blankly at him.

“Um, are you gonna let me in, Munson, or–” he trails off, hanging a hand from his neck.

“Ed? Is that the Harrington boy?” Wayne asks, snapping Eddie out of it.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, come in, man.”

Steve gives him an awkward smile and steps inside.

After shaking Wayne’s hand, he politely asks if he can help and Wayne instructs him to fill three glasses with water. The sight of King Steve with his fancy green sweater and his perfect hair rummaging around their kitchen is so shocking that Eddie wonders if he fell into some alternate dimension. He’s glad that, despite his claim, he put on a red flannel and decent jeans instead of just sweatpants and a shirt with holes in it like he planned.

Still, Wayne could’ve done a better job warning him.

Not that Eddie wants to look good for Harrington or anything.

“Ed, get a chair for Steve,” Wayne says and Eddie dutifully brings the chair they almost never use to the table.

“Thanks,” Steve says, smiling softly.

Eddie isn’t used to pretty boys being nice to him so that’s the only reason why he falters, mumbling a you’re welcome and grabbing the seat furthest from Steve. Considering their table is small, it’s not far enough.

Dinner goes- surprisingly well, actually. Steve and Wayne talk about sports while Eddie rolls his eyes and makes comments about sport culture and conformity. He expects Steve to act annoyed like jocks do when he starts ranting, but he smiles amusedly instead.

And no, that doesn’t make Eddie’s stomach flutter.

After the sports talk, Wayne asks Eddie about his band. He expects Steve to tune him out since he probably doesn’t care what a freak like him does in his free time but he perks up, eyes going wide.

“A band? That’s cool, man!” He says and then starts throwing questions at him about the band’s name and the type of music they play. He even says he’d love to see them play someday.

Wayne’s knowing smile when Eddie blushes thankfully goes unnoticed by Steve.

When they’re done eating, Steve goes to his car to grab something while Wayne and Eddie clean up.

“Really? You couldn’t mention that our guest was Steve?”

“So you could lock yourself in your room? You’re the reason I invited him, boy.”

Eddie gasps. “This was a set up!”

“About time you brought a boy home.”

“Except I didn’t!” Eddie sputters. “You did.”

“You’re welcome.”

Steve comes back then, clearing his throat. “I know you do presents in the morning, but I still wanted to bring something.”

He gives Wayne a bottle of whiskey that probably costs more than his van and a small bag to Eddie. Inside, there’s a Beholder miniature.

“How did you–”

Steve starts rambling. “I know that you run that nerd club and this kid I know is obsessed with that game so I asked him what would be a nice gift for someone like you. He probably thought I was getting it for him and might be disappointed but–”

“Thanks, Steve,” Eddie interrupts once he finally finds his words.

Steve gives him a shy smile. And maybe this one makes his heart stutter.

When all they do is stare at each other, Wayne clears his throat.

Flustered, Steve announces he’s heading out. “Thanks for inviting me. I haven’t had a Christmas dinner in years.”

“You’re welcome, kid,” Wayne says. “Ed, will you see him out? Gotta get ready for my shift.”

“Sure, old man.”

At the door, Steve hesitates. “Sorry I crashed your Christmas dinner. Your uncle wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Eddie snorts, fiddling with the figurine. “He’s a stubborn old man.”

“Not that I didn’t have fun,” he quickly adds, “I did.”

“Yeah, uh, me too.”

Steve’s pink tongue darts out along his bottom lip.

“Like, enough fun that I could do it again.”

Eddie stops fidgeting and blinks at him. “Hang out with me and my uncle?”

“Or just you,” Steve says and he looks– almost nervous.

Oh.

There’s no denying the butterflies in his stomach this time. “Yeah,” Eddie says, watching Steve start to smile. “I’d like that.”

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Cat Café Owner Wants You

[Yandere! Cat Dad Boyfriend x GN! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Kitty Café opened up down the block from your apartment, and ever since you'd seen the fliers promising delicious treats with tons of cats to play with, you'd made it your life's mission to visit it.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend was crazy allergic to cats, so you had to go solo. It bummed you out, sure; but the idea of getting to spend some time with tons of cats more than made up for it. You knew that you couldn't adopt one, but maybe you could do a little donation instead.

"Welcome!" a deep, warm voice sounded out as soon as you entered the small café.

Behind the desk was a large behemoth of a man. Even from across the room, you could tell that he towered over you. His body was thick and solid with muscle, and the tight polo he wore was painted across his large chest.

Around him, tiny kittens mewed and pawed at him, asking for pets.

The entire café was littered with cats (duh), but most of them seemed to be sticking close to the man.

"H-hi," you stuttered back, feeling nervous under the intense gaze of the larger man. His eyes widened when you spoke, and you could clearly see his Adam's apple quiver a little, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. "I, uh, I saw the fliers and I had to come see the new cat café."

The man's smile grew on his face. "Great!" he beamed. "You're actually my first customer. I'm Dominik the owner, by the way. But you can call me Da-- *cough, Dom." He smiled nervously, a pinkish hue forming on his face. "What can I get you?"

The owner was really friendly, and he seemed to be over the moon to have a customer. You could tell by how giddy he seemed, and even some of the kittens picked up on it, their glances shifting between him and you.

You looked at the menu behind Dom, amazed by the wide array of tasty treats and delicious drinks that you could order. There were so many choices that you couldn't make up your mind.

"Um," you wondered. "Surprise me." You shrugged, figuring that the café owner wouldn't find the request too annoying... or at least you hoped not.

Luckily, Dom's smile remained, and it even grew bigger. "Sure thing, Kitten," he grinned. "Go ahead and take a seat and I'll bring it out to you."

You winced internally at his odd nickname for you, but ignored it for the moment.

You took a seat near the window, taking time to pet some of the cats that were brave enough to wander close to you. A fluffy orange kitten with little stripes on it clawed its way up your pant leg, hopping into your lap and purring loudly.

"Aww, cute little guy," you cooed as you pet the kitten, loving how it purred even louder.

"That's Pumpkin," Dom said as he approached the table. "It looks like he likes you."

Dom placed a small cup on the table in front of you and a little baked treat. It looked like a cookie in the shape of a cat, whereas the cup was a latte with a little heart made out of the foam. It was really cute.

"Thank you," you said as you took a sip of the latte, your eyes widening at how sweet it was. And it totally lacked any of the bitterness that coffee drinks typically have. In short: It was fantastic! "This is amazing!"

Dom took the seat opposite yours. "I'm glad you like it, Kitten," he genuinely smiled. He then nodded at Pumpkin. "Are you looking for a cat to take home?"

You frowned slightly. "No," you relented. "My boyfriend's allergic to cats, so I can't adopt one."

Dom's smile vanished and his square jaw clenched. "Yeah..." he huffed, something audible in his deep voice, "that's not too good." He sighed before forcing a smile back onto his face. "I guess that means that you'll just have to come visit more often."

You looked up at the larger man in awe.

Blushing, Dom hurriedly added, "I know Pumpkin will miss you."

Almost as if on cue, Pumpkin meowed.

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After your first visit to the café, you quickly became a regular.

Every so often, you would come by to play with Pumpkin and some of the other cats.

And each and every time, Dom would light up and eagerly strike up a conversation with you, looking as giddy as a kid on Christmas. He was really nice to you and he was quickly starting to grow on you.

He was becoming a really great friend to you.

One day, you rushed over to the café, eager to tell the man the wonderful news that you had. Your fists balled up excitedly, you burst into the small shop, seeing Dom sitting near the counter with a few new kittens.

He perked up when he saw you, his face instantly brightening up. "Hey, Y/N!" he cheered, then he saw how excited you looked. "What's the good news?"

You couldn't resist shoving your left out towards him, showing off the gold band on your ring finger. "My boyfriend proposed!" you ecstatically cheered. "Check out the ring too! Nice, right?"

You were all smiles, dreaming of walking down the aisle to marry your boyfriend: a.k.a. the man of your dreams.

Dom smiled too, although his grin didn't touch his eyes. In fact, his smile looked pained, forced. He sharply exhaled before perking up slightly.

"How about a drink to celebrate?" he asked. "I've been working on a new one." He moved behind the counter and began to shuffle around with some ingredients, his broad back blocking your view of what he was messing with. He peeked over his shoulder to make sure that you couldn't see him add something special to your cup.

When he was done, Dom turn back around and placed a warm mug in front of you. He made sure to take extra care to shape the foam into a cute little kitty.

"I hope you enjoy," Dom grinned, pushing the mug closer to you.

You grabbed it and took a sip. The drink was incredibly sweet, just as you liked it. "It's delicious, Dom," you beamed. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled triumphantly as you downed your drink.

As the two of you talked about your wedding plans (Dom's smile morphed into a frown the more you went on about it), you suddenly felt yourself get a little dizzy.

You placed a shaking hand up to your head to try and steady yourself, but the room felt like it was spinning.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Dom asked, a cheerful tone in his voice.

You wondered what was going on, not sure if you were catching a virus or something. "Um," you mumbled, "I think I'm getting sick. I'll just head home..."

You stood up, but your legs were wobbly and they gave out on you, sending you toppling down.

Before you hit the hard ground, Dom rushed over and wrapped both of his strong arms around you, securing you tightly in his hold. He pulled you to his torso, and you felt his chest rumble a little as he seemingly purred like a happy cat.

"Wha--?" you tried to ask, but it getting harder to speak as your vision blurred and you felt weaker by the second.

"Shh," Dom cooed as he placed a tender hand on your cheek. "Just relax, Kitten. Let Daddy take care of you."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, everything went black...

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When you began to stir awake, you first noticed that everything felt so comfortable. Seriously, whatever bed you were lying in had the softest sheets, and there was a fluffy comforter that was so incredibly warm. And speaking of warm, a large body cuddled you from behind, keeping you nice and secured--

"What!?" you jolted awake, everything rushing to you all at once. You struggled to move, but your panic only heightened as you realized that your arms and legs were bound together by what felt like silk ties. The fabric was soft to the touch so as not to irritate your skin, but they were tied so tightly that they severely restricted your movement.

Looking around the bedroom that you found yourself in, you could see that there were tons of cat toys and décor around. A few of the kittens from the café where in the room, watching you intently. Pumpkin purred happily when he saw you, his tail flicking to and fro with glee.

You kept trying to thrash your body around to get free, but the body behind you only tightened its grip on you, effectively stopping you.

"Calm down, Kitten," Dom sleepily yawned, his hot breath wafting over your ear due to his closeness to you.

You tensed up when you felt his lips press to your cheek.

"Dom?!" you cried, unable to get free with his arms around you. He even laid one of his strong legs over yours, his entire body acting as a double lock. "What's going on?"

The larger man chuckled. "Kitten," he cooed, "isn't it obvious? You going to marry that... guy." He said the last part with such anger in his voice that it almost came out as a growl, making some of the cats in the room hiss in response. "So I had to just snatch you up and take you home with me."

You were stunned silent, unable to wrap your head around what was going on. "What do you mean?" you trembled.

Dom pressed his lips against you once more, purring as he did so. "I love you so much, Y/N. So I brought you home with me to convince you to be with me, not with your ex-boyfriend."

"You're insane..." you try to argue, earning a nip from him.

"Don't say that," he hissed. "I'm not insane, you're insane for trying to marry some guy who's not me. You belong to me, and that's why you're here: to be with me, and only me."

Dom tightened his grip on you, sealing off any hope of escape.

"You're mine."

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2