#female pocketcat

[foreverevilgirl]

Oh pretty kitty kitty kitty....

[degenerateworm]

If this character is acceptable, could I please request yandere Pocketcat x female reader (gender neutral is acceptable too if you prefer that)?

Thank you for considering! 🌙

Of course it's acceptable, you goof! My apologies for the wait, your friendly neighbourhood worm has been going through the motions as of late. But let me wind down a little for you and spin you a rather hairy tale, hm?

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Gods, you are exhausted.

After fighting your way through the rusted prison cells dotted around level three of the dungeon, you are left battered and bloodied, your pack completely empty of blue vials and herbs, and your clothes half torn to shreds from your effort to try and make makeshift bandages.

Your cheeks are flushed with adrenaline, and wet with the tears that spilled down your face when you were forced to endure a particularly nasty slice to your arm that almost left it hanging from it's socket.

Your barely armoured form limps towards the elevator in front of you, dripping with blood after rising from the depths below. You barely react however, almost dropping to the wet elevator floor from how shaky your legs are. You press the button to go down one floor, and you tense, preparing for the worst.

When the elevator rattles to a halt, and the iron doors screech open, you are met with darkness. The same darkness that seems to almost spawn from this dungeon, rolling out of it like some kind of blinding miasma.

But at this point, despite your shaking body, your mind feels the strangest determination to move forwards, and so you do, dragging your heavy feet forwards and into the darkness.

From the cold of the air and the sound of dripping, you surmise that you are somewhere rather open and wet, perhaps a cavern, and the thought of water droplets dripping off of stalactites fixed to the ceiling keeps you occupied for the moment.

Eventually, you collide with a wall, rocky and jagged, and follow it with great difficulty as your hands fumble for your pack. Your foot meets something, something light enough to skid a little from your step, and you bend down to pick it up.

Feeling the object with your rough fingers, you recognise it. A stick.

You have a few matches in your pack, didn't you..? Maybe if you tear a few more strips of cloth, you could soak it in the oil you found in the prisons..!

With your back to the wall, you start to blindly search for the vial of oil in your pack, and then craft a torch.

As you rip the fabric from your shirt you start to hear something that makes you stop for a second. A strange, soft sound, almost like a cat, purring.

You slow your movements, but continue to wrap the stick in oil soaked cloth. Your fingers shake with anticipation as they close around the small matchstick, and you strike it against the ground.

As the spark lights up your surroundings for a split second, you swear you see a flash of purple.

Your heart beats faster and faster, but your body moves on its own; you bring the match to the makeshift torch, and it catches alight.

You stare towards the floor, into the fire of the torch you had just made, and your gaze fixes on something in front of you on the ground.

Two brown boots stand in front of you.

You feel your heart stop for a moment, a long moment. A moment that seems to last forever as you slowly look up, eyes travelling up from those boots, to a pair of white pants, an impressive purple suit jacket, and then to two, great big yellow eyes that stare down at you with glee.

"Why, hello stranger..!"

A jovial voice calls out to you from the monstrosity, and you almost scream right then and there.

"How are you doing on this wonderful day..?"

Your heart is in your throat, mouth opening and closing with shock before you can respond. Eventually you get a hold on yourself, and you respond, albeit with a voice that barely comes out.

"I... Could be better."

The strange purple cat-thing grins at your response, slit pupils clearly raking up and down your battered form.

"Oh, couldn't we all. You in particular, no? You look like you've been dragged through a bush backwards..!"

He cackles, leaning down to leer at you with those eyes you cannot look away from.

"Say, I bet you had a run in with those fine gentlemen upstairs! How are they, by the by? Oh, that doesn't matter. What matters now, is you! The veritable feast of company in front of me."

The cat-thing talks incessantly, his voice having a sing song quality to it. Something rather disturbing, you realise, is that the voice almost sounds as if it's coming from behind the face, and not out of it.

"I like your outfit. Very dungeon chic. Those rips and tears in the fabric, with just the hint of skin peeking out..."

His grin widens, and you hear that familiar purring sound from before start to rumble in his throat.

"It's making me feel positively starved, my dear."

The cat-thing's pupils dilate slightly when looking at you, and you can't help but shudder from repulsion. Defensively you cover yourself with your free hand, but before you can turn tail and leave the perverted monstrosity behind, he leans back, arms spread out.

"Oh, but where are my manners, salivating over a darling thing such as yourself without even giving her my name..!"

He bows, flourishing his arms flamboyantly.

"You may call me Pocketcat."

Its ears flick slightly, and you hesitate for a moment. Maybe you should just leave.

But you make the mistake of staying, and nod.

"I'm ___."

The purring returns, and Pocketcat straightens.

"What a lovely name. I can't help but wonder... Have I met you before..? Your name sounds awfully familiar. Maybe... Once, in a dream..."

His voice trails off, his hand absentmindedly wandering down between his legs to rub slightly at a strange bulge in his trousers.

You can only hope it isn't what you think it is.

"You are looking awfully tired, my dear. Ah, my eyes are up here."

You hear Pocketcat start talking again, and you snap out of the haze you were in, looking up as a flush creeps onto your cheeks when you realise you spaced out staring between his legs.

You clear your throat, and look away.

"S-sorry."

You apologise, before he shuts you up by stepping closer and taking your hand, making you almost yank it back. His strange, paw like ones are massive, and you go rigid as he starts to caress your fingers almost longingly.

"Oh, I know the feeling. So tired you could just keel over and die... Many of us who live by this darkness do. You must be like me, yes? One who lives by night, hunts in shadow, constantly... Longing..."

Pocketcat's touch slowly gets rougher, and his pupils dilate again, that purring sound getting louder and louder.

"Only in dreams can we escape the touch of loneliness. That we might meet each other in some blurry, unfinished haze, and embrace, our bodies tangling together, sticky, wet... And warm... So warm..."

You are terrified of the hold he has on you. His claws have come out, pricking your skin and almost drawing blood in their place as he now grips your wrist.

"And so soft..."

Pocketcat's words come out in pants, your entire being shivering with discomfort as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

But again, he is the first to act before you can escape, laughing and releasing the hold he has on you. He steps back, and his constant ever changing attitude makes you feel like you could piss him off at any minute.

"Are you the same? A child of darkness, like I? One who knows joy to be momentary, who must suffer the despair of never truly knowing happiness... But all the same, we learn to love the darkness that surrounds us!"

Pocketcat tilts his head.

"Or are you a child of light? One who knows the warmth of the sun, the warmth of the ones they love, and carry it with them throughout life? Someone who can endure hardships others would find unbearable, simply because they may have a family or sweetheart waiting for them to return?"

As you press yourself to the cavern wall, holding the torch out almost defensively in front of you, the purple monstrosity stalks closer. He ignores the flame, simply pushing the torch aside, hand raising to take you by the chin eagerly.

Pocketcat's voice is lower, more quiet, and serious as his yellow, unblinking eyes seem to swallow you whole.

"You'll tell me, won't you? And do be honest, darling... I hate liars."

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I both love and hate this piece! I hope you like it though, it's based on your first meeting with him and he asks that whack ass question.

I'm a child of dirt, sir.

[helpme695]

Ok! Could I please request headcanons of yandere Pocketcat with female human darling? Thank you in advance 💜

Here you go :3 that's all I got

Sorry for taking so long LMAO

I assumed it would be inside the dungeons too lol

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It's a mistake, not only that, but stupid as well. You shouldn't come here, You shouldn't see this, you shouldn't experience this, the dungeons screams at you constantly to leave as fast as possible, for some reason you didn't abandon whatever unnecessary goal you have and ran- no, fly, straight out this hell and never look back, yet you so determined.

It was definitely harsh, your feel your soul crushing every second you move, your body shaking. You ran into these many cursed Creatures. However escape them miraculously as soon as you spot them.

You exception. How you would guard yourself from harm, how you move extremely fast and smooth like a feather. The way your mind work and respond like a machine. In top of that, you're gorgeous. Even in your lowest. Truly something to admire. And I have news for you, You decide if it's good or bad, someone never missed anything you offered.

Later on, you met a unusual man from the place. As soon he spot you he started talking to you

"My my~ I've been waiting for you to show up with your lovely figure, dove. Oh, you got a nasty wound on your shoulder. Here let me help, it won't hurt."

And talk

"My apologies, I usually pay no mind those disgusting beings, but they really did land a good one on you, don't you think it's enough to leave whatever you seeking for?"

And talk...

"By no offence to your outstanding Abilitys, but these dungeons make the toughest of men go insane. After all, I just like to go after lovely customers like you."

And talk...

"I dare to say, you do have astonishing face of yours, even after it woren off from your silly journey, did I mention how much I love your curves? Your body must been sculptured by the divines "

This man won't SHUT UP, it's hurts your head. And you don't like his flirting and how much he focus on things you don't put attention to even in days you actually take care of yourself.

He's trying so hard to make you stay longer just to talk, even better if you change your mind. And you always pushed his offering and idea's aside. You already too deep.

Since you shaked him off and continued to wonder, you feel eyes piercing your soul, but, things start to get easier. you found many non rotten food and booze neatly hidden in boxes, Sometimes herbs in questionable places. Not seeing the usual Enemies or danger. And whatever dare to bring harm to you, you finish them off as they were just a bug.

You can't help to think, is it because you became immune to these dungeons? Or because you encountered that gentleman, you did felt quite safe around him, but God you were uncomfortable. How he behave so friendly, like a person you know before. The way his eyes scan every inch of you, like he admiring a living art piece. How he get closer to you whenever he can. And of course, touch you in any opportunity. So Shameless. You swore if you didn't put a line he would do much more. Speaking of the devil... you felt you never actually left him behind. Or you just paranoid. :)

Overtime, you manged to meet people and convince them to company you. However, things weren't so good for them as you, completely opposite. They would starved to death if it wasn't for you to share your food. They have to get brutally injured, which you had to take care of almost blinded or limbless members. If you won't look occasionally after them, you would find them getting dragged in darkest corners. It almost something trying so hard to get rid of them.

They weigh you down. you should leave them behind. Why you so determined? Not only accomplish your goal, but also to keep them alive? You truly selfless. And that bother someone. Not necessarily your party members (which some of them are)

However, they won't be bothered for too long, especially when you lost 2 of your party to the crow mauler and split accidentally after pathetic escape for your lives. It was already hard for them, you have no idea how they will survive after the lose. And Why you sick over some mere beings? You have someone much important who's starving to see you again.

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You screwed. That's all I gotta say. Lol

No but for real, yandere pocketcat is NOT easy to deal with at all. This dude will do Anything and everything means to have you. But he's patient, he likes to play with his food, after all.

He sometimes wonder Why his master make him this desperate over someone.

Let him take you and he will spoil you rotten, he will give you whatever you want and need. Just say it. If you don't, well..... it doesn't matter. He will get what he wants. He's immune to whatever tricks you have under your sleeves.

He's never truly get angry at you no matter what you do. Even at others that you interact with, because the thought that he owns you and nobody will shake him off, is too deep in his mind. He allows other people to talk to you but after that they will get some devilish dreams as warning, And if he notice they still confident to keep going, welp.... we know the show.

Of course you won't stay any longer in this dungeons, it's up to him where he wants to take you. But if you Obey him just right- he will ask his master to create the heavens that you shaped in your mind. Only him and you.

There's nothing you can lose other than your freedom. You would never get hurt by anyone but him. Your only luck if his God have mercy on you and kill you for good or have another God by your side.

[dadsbongos]

Hope this is ok to ask, but could I request a Pocketcat x female reader smut drabble where the plot is either based on Rumpelstiltskin or Red Riding Hood, please? 👉👈✨️

uhm lost steam towards the end and i ended up ixnay'ing the smut sowwyyy ! sorry! ~~~

You never took your father for a braggart. A man too merry for his ale, an annoyance, and downright dimwitted, but never did you assume his loud mouth would land yourself in trouble. 

Moonlight cannot even make the brown straw glisten like gold, how could your mortal hands change the fibers into precious metal? 

“In short time, the sun will rise, but your head will fall,” a sudden purr startles you away from the spindle, hands scraping against harsh cobblestone floor as you tumble back. A velveteen head ripe with violet fur peeks through the arched window.

Pearly gloved fingers snug against the protruding sill and chartreuse eyes honed on your shivery form. Thin slits caging you in place. 

“Who are you?!” you cry, mentally scrambling for a potential weapon in your overnight prison. All you can scrounge is that dusty straw.

One long leg swings into the room effortlessly after the after until the fantastical figure is sat against a wall. Dressed unlike anyone from your village, with fine cloth and shiny buttons decorating his frame -- but he certainly doesn’t fit into the realm of nobles, either. Short pants with criss-crossing patterns and that oddly shaped head.

“I can save you from that unfortunate fate,” his voice is smooth, almost lullaby even.

“How?!” your desperation overrides terror, muscles shocking forward to approach, “Could you, really?”

Calmly poised across the cramped cell, the man’s grin widens -- carmine gums on display, “I can spin the straw to gold, for a price.”

“Anything!” you cry, knees scraping across the floor while your fingers dig into the rusty clasp of your necklace.

“No, not that,” the cat raises a gloved hand, “Keep that.”

“Then what could I give you?”

“That,” he leans off the wall, and for the first time since noticing him: you’re uncomfortable. He bares teeth, finger dragging in a lazy circle before pinning your waist, “Your belt.”

“My belt?” you frown, sparing a momentary glance toward the sash, “Why?”

“Do you want my help?”

“Please! Yes, my belt -- take the belt, it means nothing!”

Gloved hands outstretch, long fingers splayed before burying in the dark material of your bland sash. Made from the labor of a long gone neighbor, it means very little to your spirit in exchange for your life. So, you let the humanoid in a violet mask rip it from your waist, knuckles digging into the skin layering your ribs. A sudden bout of drowsiness wears your lashes to your cheeks.

Cold palms cradle your head before it can crash against the cobblestone. The last you feel is silken fingertips caressing across your bare cheek.

By morning, the sun makes gold strings blind the king. A large warm hand settled over your shoulder, shaking until you can mumble a woozy “wha…?”

“Gold!” you gasp, then swallowing your shock to remember you were supposed to do that, “I made you gold, my liege… All for you,” you swallow again, praying to clear your throat silently to avoid offending your king, “My liege, all the gold is yours…”

Before you can cough out a meek ‘may I return to my father?’ the king turns to his guards; though stubbornly skimming rough fingertips through the malleable binds of gold. 

“Then, you can do it again,” the king slices your hope at the root. You wilt into the hold of two guardsmen, strong hands wrangling you from the narrow room.

Down a dim hall, wispy with cobwebs and sparse of torches until you find a minimally wider corridor. Until you’re stowed in a room double the size of your last cell.

Shortly after you’re tossed against the bed -- a new module of your holdings, which delights you so much you don’t find yourself bitter that it has no sheets -- follows men with arms full of straw. Then the untouched spindle.

Again, you are locked inside to make gold from worthless fodder. 

And again, you are visited by the man with a velvet head.

“I can make you gold, in exchange for your necklace.”

“My necklace?!” lilliputian pearls that gutted your father’s pockets, “My necklace?”

“Yes,” belligerent toward your personal space, the man cranes forward to finger the loop around your collar, a threatening tug snags your skin, “I’m blinded by how beautiful they are. Give me them, and in exchange I’ll spin your straw to gold.”

“My father would be furious…” you mumble, “He’s barely recovering from the purchase even now…”

“Would your father be furious to receive your head separate from your body?”

“Ah!” you shriek at the thought, hands jumping over your mouth and clamping tight, “Don’t speak of such things, how horrible!”

Another tug cuts the back of your neck, a momentary burn immediately relieved when his fingers slip away from the jewelry, “Then perhaps you prefer ignorance? I don’t mind. I can take the pearls once you’ve gone cold.”

Goose flesh braises your skin, heart sputtering into your throat, “Fine, then!”

“Yes?” he holds out a single hand, expectant yet patient.

“Yes!” you sniffle and part with the pearls -- your father will forgive the ungratefulness in favor of your life. Forcefully curling the creature’s long fingers around the beaded gems and shoving his hand into his chest, “I cannot hear you speak of… of…”

Terror wires your teeth together, head shaking frantically.

Pocketing your pearl necklace, the creature does not extend a hand before you’re crashing to the ground. You think you hear a crack.

You awake with a dreadful headache -- so dreadful you briefly wonder whether the cat kept his promise to help you live. It spikes one temple before shredding through the other, your brain sloughing out of the bloody hole. 

By that night, you are in a lofty room. With a lavish bed of marshmallow pillows and plush sheets. And more straw that pokes and pierces your skin.

“I want to be out of here,” you whimper when the cat visits for a third time, “No more gold, no more riches -- I want to be away from this castle…”

“I can take you away.”

Already awaiting his caveat, you prod, “For what price?”

A single finger raises towards your groin, you clot your thighs instinctually with both hands attempting to hide your crotch from view. His voice is a scarily sultry purr, “Your firstborn.”

“My firstborn? I haven’t even been wed yet…”

“I’m patient,” the scorching white eyes hidden beneath his mask are zeroed on where you’re desperately trying to hide your genitals, “I can take you from here and you can love living. But when you’ve had your first young one, I’ll return.”

To be entirely honest: you never saw yourself with a child, so you reach out and grip the man’s hand.

“I swear to you my firstborn.”

“And if not your firstborn,” he coos, “Then you.”

[tigsbitties]

talk to me about karin

Okay I yapped WAYYY more than i meant to um

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual probably. I don’t have any super strong thoughts about this is just feel it in my heart. I’m not sure if that’s something she knows about herself or not though. no time for dat goku. I’ve seen the specific take before that Karin is bisexual with a preference for women but subconsciously likes daan bc he’s effeminate and that’s fun i think. i dont need some queer eyepatched foreigner getting my dick hard :/

Gender Headcanon: I’ve tossed around the idea of him having transmasc swag before— not in a “rude and assertive woman has to be a man” type way (something i see people swear up and down is both common and a problem? but i literally almost never see anyone headcanon canonically female characters as eggs so what’s the truth.) but more so as an extension of the “i know i’m right about this why doesn’t anyone believe me” theme going on with his character (tangent unrelated to this but i think a character who was constantly gaslit growing up who now can’t accept being told they’re wrong about anything bc of the fear of being put back in that situation to be super fucking interesting. Karin i love you.) like spending your childhood being talked down to and having things you know to be factually true about yourself and the world around you be repeatedly denied is a transgender experience i think. i’m not sure in mainline canon this is something he’d ever fully figure out or act upon but you never know.

I think in a modern day au he’d have a deeply cringey teenage truscum phase because stupid fucking Dalia doesn’t believe he’s trans bc “you were such a feminine little girl growing up 🥺 who’s making you do this why are you drifting away from me after all i do for you 🥺🥺” so he takes out that pent up rage on Daan (also a teenager on tumblr in this hypothetical scenario) who he sends anon hate to for triggering his “second hand dysphoria” and will not believe daan when he says he’s cis bc he “types in all lower case” and “has a carrd” . they meet in person years and years later for unrelated reasons with no memory of this. This is a lot of words for a headcanon I don’t even follow consistently I realize.

also jesus pocketcat can you fuck off? he’s wearing his dysphoria jacket.

A ship I have with said character: I am a huge daarin guy to like a HUMILIATING degree. i know that’s like. the most basic ass redditor wholesome chungus ship choice a person could have or whatever but it’s something that canonically has a lot going for it i think. You have to understand that first and foremost i live for banter— which they have in spades, their party talks are so fucking funny. I love having them both as party members when i play through termina— god especially the one about Daan’s soft hands? Why do you know they’re soft? did you feel them? are you susssing this out by just looking? i don’t know which is worse. jesus christ.

but besides that i think this little bit encapsulates a lot about what i find interesting about their dynamic. Karin’s insistence that Daan, because he is visibly wealthy, must be prissy and fragile to over compensate for insecurity at coming from a well off family— completely unaware of the fact Daan has spent large chunks of his childhood fending for himself in the woods. Daan’s complete disinterest i’m giving a serious response because this is such a bizarre thing to get caught up in. “just making small talk” you’re unwell.

The two of them def go beyond “characters i ship for fun”. i do think they’re two halves a whole in that you need one to fully understand the character of the other— like Karin is someone born into aristocracy who has rejected it both because of the ways it’s hurt her (created a scenario in which a malicious adult had unfiltered access to her bc her parents were too busy to care for her making paying someone else to do it more convenient) and more broadly the way it hurts those at the bottom of the class system (which is most people) and how Daan is someone born and horrifically abused at the bottom of that system who managed to weasel his way up the ladder and gain the necessary tools and education to survive at the cost of making a spectacle of, and by extension reliving, that abuse.

Likewise i think the two of them have more aligned goals than they realize. At the end of the day i think both them genuinely really do want to help people— regardless of what subconscious hang ups or insecurities are part of that want. For as stand offish as she is and her tendency to antagonize those who probably don’t deserve it, Karin is deeply passionate about the welling being of others and will do anything she thinks is necessary for a greater good— even if it may come across as exploitative or insensitive. Like there is definitely 100% an element of ego to it— the idea of “if i help others then that makes me a good person™️ and i should be praised for being a good person™️” is totally there— but it’s not all there is to it you know?

Likewise Daan being a doctor coexists as both a testament to his own lack of agency in his life and how his body can be used and discarded how anyone else sees fit if it’s for a greater good and as something he does because he cares about other people and wants to put good into the world. Like even if he comes to the conclusion that the people of prehevil are too far gone to be helped in a way that matters, he still makes the effort to figure out if something can be done about it. And i do think it’s a testament to his character that he mentions his primary clients he sees are prostitutes— people who are made to feel ashamed and dirty for their occupation, something he can empathize with and would want to help without judgement. I like the argument Daan and Karin have in the slums about why these people are sick and what they should be doing about it, because at the end of the day no matter how badly their personalities may clash they want the same thing. Alright buddy you got two options here. you can either have someone help you to affirm their ego or as a form of self harm. those are your choices. choose wisely.

I also really like that like. Karin’s an atheist in the actual sense of that word where she doesn’t believe in gods or magic in a world where that stuff is very tangibly real and Daan is an atheist in the way characters in christian movies are atheists where they do believe in god they just have personal beef with him. do you understand. i like this party talk a lot

In general i think they strike such a good balance with their clashing personalities of having very real issues with each other that are interesting to explore while also having banter that is genuinely really fun to read in a game so often as unpleasant as termina. I’ve seen people complain about people watering down Karin’s “genuine hatred for daan” for the sake of fluffy ship content— and i can see that broadly from the angle of “art and fics about on these two tend to focus on them arguing in a light hearted cutesy without exploring why they clash in the first place” but also like? idk i think “genuine hatred” is a bit strong for what in the game itself largely leads to comic banter. I think there can be emotional complexity intertwined with lighthearted scenarios. I don’t think anyone’s light hearted daarin post canon is hurting anyone or necessarily means they “didn’t understand” the source material.

In general the appeal to me from a romantic standpoint comes in the form of seeing how these characters who have already established strong feelings towards each other in an incredibly short amount of time could potentially develop if given the chance to. And i don’t even think i see them ever “dating” per say? I think their relationships with the concept of romance in a traditional sense would be very complicated and not something easily applied to each other— but i think in a post canon scenario where they’re both still alive there’s plenty of opportunity for an emotional intensity to form there— one that’s not entirely negative or positive. I think like it or not they have the best chance at understanding each other, even if it takes work to get there. Also their soul types match. if you evennnn care.

TLDR: they’re this image to me

A BROTP I have with said character: I don’t think i’d have a strong opinion on it if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of cute art of them, but i’ve become super endeared to Karin and Abella. less “BROTP” and more “thing i ship just less than the thing i mentioned above” . not something i have incredibly strong opinions on currently but i’d love to listen to someone who does speak about it. OH OH ALSO the post about Daan, Karina, Abella, and O’saa being in a polycule? Literal Peak. that is like the perfect cast of characters we have reached scooby doo levels of perfect character group.

A NOTP I have with said character: Not a fan of her and Pav but not something i care about or think about that much.

A random headcanon: I can totally see her being the type of person who doesn’t like cats and thinks they’re obnoxious and asocial and yadda yadda until a stray sort of worms it’s way into her apartment and she can’t get rid of it and now she has a cat forever. Its so annoying and she hates it sooo bad (it is the most spoiled animal on the planet). I can also def see her needing to get glasses at some point— mostly bc i think it would look nice on her. adds an extra layer of “old man who wants to sit on his chair read his newspaper and smoke his pipe”ness to her. I also crucially think she has OCD but that is a topic way better suited for another day I HAVE YAPPED ENOUGH. OH OH and i know her jacket was probably given to her by one of her brothers which if true makes me wanna eat sand and die but it would also be really funny if the unspecified “he” who gifted it to her was like. a scorned ex lover. Daan and Karin being each others rebound is an idea that makes me laugh way harder than it should.

General Opinion over said character: Karin is definitely one of the fear and hunger characters of all time to me and it makes me really sad to see her get reduced to “bitchy delusional woman” bc of her, very understandable given the everything, paranoia and stubbornness. Her backstory especially fucks me up so bad i feel a little insane that i never see anyone talk about it? like jesus christ. I think she’s a character who is both deeply entertaining and has a lot of emotional depth that makes her really fun to poke at.

[kiki-mimi222222222]

A theory:

Pocketcat can possess women as well…. Yet because pocket cat represented as male character ( I guess?), the body of female human will form signs of male anatomy (yes, pocketcat will turn woman into futa)

[foreverevilgirl]

I'm a little freak...

Obviously this is the sensored version, and now before you ask there is no text version, I was too lazy to come up with dialogue lol

Not like there's any woman who would want to touch Fem pocket cat hahaha!!!

[foreverevilgirl]

Now that everybody is probably asleep, I'm going to post my fat female pocket cat because I'm a WHORE for women... And for obvious reasons I had to censor it because I don't think Tumblr would appreciate six boobies on their platform.... If you want to see It uncensored just DM me, if you're a true freak.

[foreverevilgirl]

My demons won... I must womanify him

[dadsbongos]

the higher up a fic is, the newer and more accurate it is to my current writing style (re: older = more cringe)

fics with obvious references to sex are not marked +18 because it feels redundant, but they are still meant for +18 audience. fics/blurbs that don't specify smut in the title are marked +18 for clarity's sake

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ragnvaldr | the outlander

-smut blurb anon requested general smut :)

-kanin under maanen (+18!) Desperate to survive the dungeons as an inexperienced fighter, you latch onto the man from the North -- the one smearing monsters into paste with single blows.

-untitled fluff blurb you n rag live in a cabin and have a good time

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cahara | the mercenary

-till death do us part (+18!) desperate to live, you and Cahara make love.

-you are like a sopping wet cat to him (blurb) terrible title, but it was a general request from anon soo

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pavel yudin | bremen lieutenant

-pav nsfw headcanons requested!

-P(AV) IN V (+18!) you and pav fight… and then make up :3 with cool kitchen counter sex

-general bf headcanons requested! :P

-The Lovers Olivia asks you to watch over Pavel after his encounter with the Kaiser, and you're not the most professional nurse.

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daan von dutch | the doctor

-nsfw headcanons anon requested general headcanons

-smut blurb anon requested BANGING

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henryk kimikov | the chef

-fluff blurb anon requested! you work as a waitress at kimikov’s with henryk as the chef! he’s kind of a weirdo, but at least he’s handsome and shares food

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karin sauer | the journalist

-BOOB TOUCH (+18!) anon requested boob squeezing

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the prison guard

-the ogre problem You’re just a little guy in the dungeons of Fear & Hunger, hopefully you don’t run into any big scary prison guards…

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pocketcat

-rumplestiltskin pocketcat predator behavior anon request: Pocketcat x female reader drabble where the plot is either based on Rumpelstiltskin or Red Riding Hood, please