#hamster's night routine

[hamsters100life]

A Cute Hamster Eating Snacks🐹

[stonerzelda]

oh, also i have a sad update...we lost our little Peaches on the 15th. I came home from work and went to go check on her and found her lying very still in her castle and cold to the touch. Ben and I stayed up with her the entire night thinking she might've gone into torpor. We put a heater on close by, bundled her with her little plush pouch + towels and a blanket and then I spent the next day doing the same thing while also trying to feed her homemade electrolytes, petting her and basically holding on to her from night to night. We called a vet and ended up finally looking up natural causes, and we think she may have been older than we thought as apparently the stripe on her back being as dark as it was indicated she may have even already been a year old. Her species only really lives to 2, so for the last 9ish months we had her she was probably already approaching the end of her life.

I can sincerely say we tried every single little thing that we could think of, we were both researching any and everything we could find but we just really really hoped we could bring her back. I could feel she still had treats in her cheek and her eyes were closed, so at the very least it's comforting to know she most likely died in her sleep with something tasty with her. She wasn't with us for long but losing her has been harder than I anticipated, and I just wanted to also say I really appreciate how you all always asked about her and left so many sweet little comments every time I brought her up. I miss her a lot and can't even look at her cage right now (it's been covered up) but thank you for loving her just as much as I did. Rest in peace Paesh💙 miss u babygirl.

[kitten4sannie]

alyssa… my brain is going insane with cat boy!sannie rn!! LIKE HE’D BE SO CUTE NUZZLING UP TO YOU. He’d look at you with his big boba eyes as he nudged your lap for attention. Kitty Sannie going into heat and grinding on your lap as his tip drips desperately Like he’s so cute ☹️

pleaseee cat boy sannie is actually one of my fave topics ever shsjdcbsbd that would be so adorable stop itttt ;-; my hamster brain is gonna come up with something feral for this i swearrr!! here it is <33 i hope you enjoy this kitty san brainrot 🐾💞

warnings: sub! san, dom! reader, mommy kink, teasing, grinding

Kitty San, of course, requires lots of attention and affection, so you always find yourself coming home and ending up with him attached to you as soon as you sit down on the couch to relax — with his strong arms immediately wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck to routinely scent and lick at you, his tiny tongue dragging across your skin and across your clavicle. He emitted a soft meow, increasingly stimulated by your warm heater of a body being so safe and soft against him, instinctively rutting himself against you.

“What is it, Sannie?” you asked softly, running your hands through his pretty blond locks, occasionally rubbing at his fluffy ears.

As a wave of purrs vibrated from his chest, San lowered his head slightly, gazing up at your with his big brown eyes, murmuring a tiny, “Need Mommy’s touch…” The hybrid’s ears flattened slightly, his soft tail already beginning to coil around one of your thighs. As you pondered his adorable request, your eager lover began to move his hips a bit faster, his cock stiff and throbbing against you even through the thin, slightly translucent material of his oversized sleep shirt.

“Oh, yeah?” you gauged, simply sitting still and letting him rub his barely clothed cock against your lower abdomen in a way that allowed him to receive the most pleasure — though it wasn’t nearly enough. He was spoiled, always getting exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say no, but you had nothing against a little teasing. “Why should Mommy touch you?”

San reached one small hand up underneath his oversized t-shirt to tweak and pull at his already reddened buds, grinding against you in a more slow, more deliberate way, forcing an airy whine out of the needy hybrid. “I’ve been such a good boy for you. I haven’t made a mess since last night when you took care of me.”

“Mm, that is true. You’ve been waiting patiently all day, huh? Haven’t even touched yourself a single time?” you asked softly, running a single finger up his clothed cock and around the head, feeling the heat emanating from it and the way it twitched periodically.

“O-only my chest, Mommy. I would never touch myself down there without your permission,” he murmured, his tiny fangs sinking into his plush bottom lip as he gazed down to watch you pull his shirt up and grab his length directly, your hand suddenly gliding up and down it in a way that had his toes curling and his tail releasing your arm, instead standing at attention. “So good, Mommy, please don’t stop…”

“I won’t, baby. I’ll give you what you want, since you’re always such a good boy for me,” you purred, leaning in to press a kiss to your hybrid’s lips.

“Only for you, Mommy,” San moaned against your lips, using his small tongue to lick into your mouth, the purrs he was releasing only growing louder.

Knowing where San was sensitive, you instinctively reached around his waist with your free hand, grabbing his tail at the base and gently tugging at it, pre-cum instantly spilling down his cock and coating your hand, allowing you to jerk him off at an even faster pace.

A bit of saliva dripped from San’s mouth once he pulled away from you, struggling to keep his eyes open as he let out a series of ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ each time your hand quickly made its way up from the base of his cock to the tip, your fingers squeezing around it just the way he liked it. It didn’t help that you continued to caress and pull at his tail, the fluffy end of it flicking back and forth in a disjointed motion. “Sannie’s gonna make another mess,” the overstimulated hybrid whined out, unintentionally thrusting himself into your hand a few times until thick ropes of warm, milky liquid shot out of his throbbing cock, landing on the both of you and the couch cushion as well. Panting, San swiped at some cum that had landed on his cheek, studying how it slid down into between his small fingers, before licking at it. “It got everywhere, Mommy…”

“Just like always.” You chuckled softly, caressing the hybrid’s cheek, simply watching him suck the rest of his essence off of his fingers. “Messy boy~”

San’s ears perked up, a lustful, mischievous smile forming on his flushed, sweaty face. “Can I do it again?” His pretty eyes twinkled, his lips angled into a tiny, irresistable pout. "Please?"

[ghostlygeto]

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

warnings: mentions nsfw things (“suggestive”?), so MDNI, mentions the same dildo from the last scenario lol, reader nd sakusa are drinking, first kiss moment, i dunno. same universe as the last sakusa thing i posted (shocked pikachu emoji), omi kind of pines hella hard

wc: 1.5k

“you should tell me a secret about yourself, kiyoomi,” his first name rolled off your tongue as if it lived there, you couldn’t remember the last time you had called him anything else. “and it has to be a real one, not something stupid!” you laughed slightly and took another drink of whatever alcohol the two of you had been sharing for the night.

“don’t you have to tell me a secret about yourself as well, then?” sakusa asked. he was thankful that his cheeks were already tinted pink from the alcohol, he didn’t have to worry about you noticing his blush from the use of his first name. “it’s only fair isn’t it?”

“you already know a big secret about me,” you remind him, rolling your eyes as he raised his eyebrows as if asking what secret. “remember? ‘tsumu doesn’t so lovingly call me dildo girl for no reason.”

“oh.” was all sakusa managed to get out, somehow forgetting about the incident that brought you two together in the first place. “but that can’t count, everyone masturbates, y/n. it’s normal.”

“but you saw the dildo! with your eyes! and according to ‘tsumu he like, swung it around and stuff!” you shouted playfully, cheeks and ears flushing red at the memory, “i still haven’t used it. and it was expensive, too. you guys should feel bad.”

“i don’t have to feel bad for anything,” sakusa shook his head, finishing his drink before grabbing both of you another one, “i didn’t do anything. i told him not to open the box.”

you huffed, grabbing the drink from sakusa (who kindly opened it for you, since you always struggled to on your own) before taking a big sip of it. “you should, i asked you to get the package and protect it with your life. you did not do that.”

sakusa laughed, not just a small chuckle but a real, genuine laugh. sometimes he felt like you were the only person that could get those out of him. “i don’t think you asked me to protect it with my life, but whatever helps you sleep at night i suppose. i’m sorry i didn’t protect your precious package with my life,”

this was probably your favorite side to kiyoomi. the alcohol in his system made him more laid back than usual, he’d feel comfortable laying his legs across your lap or draping his arm across the top edge of the couch, his hand barely ghosting your shoulder. plus he laughed a lot. little giggles, chuckles, and sometimes full blown belly laughs. he was a completely different person with you (and with the alcohol).

“so what’s your secret?” you ask, shoving his shoulder, “tell me a secret, kiyo. i want to know everything about you.”

something in your words gave him butterflies. everything about him? he wondered if you really meant that, if you wanted to know all the reasons he is the way he is, the color of his childhood bedroom or the name of his pet hamster when he was seven. or if you just wanted to know the things that all the other women wanted to know about him. his workout routine or how many women he’s slept with or how long his-

“kiyo,” you called him out of his thoughts, a concerned look on your face, “y’know if you keep your brow scrunched like that all the time you’re going to get wrinkles. and then girls wouldn’t find you as pretty anymore. are you gonna tell me a secret or do i need to kick you out of my apartment?”

“maybe i should keep doing it then, i don’t need women to find me attractive.” sakusa rolled his eyes, but thought for a second about a secret to tell you. he thought it only fair to tell you one equally as embarrassing as yours (even though yours was mostly funny and not really embarrassing). “i’ve never been kissed before.”

you tried to hide the shocked look on your face, “what? never? like not even once when you were a kid as a dare or something?” you didn’t mean to make him feel bad, but somehow you couldn’t believe a man as attractive as kiyoomi would have never have kissed someone before. “why not?”

“i was never interested in it,” he shrugged, taking another sip from the bottle in his hand, “and i’ve never met anyone worth wanting to kiss, y’know?” he didn’t ignore the shocked look on your face, giving you a small laugh in response. “you’re surprised, knowing what you know about me and you’re surprised i’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“i think it’s more surprising to hear you say you’ve never met anyone worth kissing before. i mean, you see bokuto, hinata and ‘tsumu on the daily. if i got to see them i’d want to kiss one of them for sure.” you teased, “maybe you just don’t like girls?”

“i’d die before kissing any of them, especially atsumu,” sakusa shuddered before shaking his head at you, “i know that i like women, y/n. it’s just a matter of finding the one that doesn’t disgust me.” he hesitated for a moment before sighing, “and it’s hard to find someone that wants to know me. not sakusa of msby, but me. like…”

“someone who wants to know kiyoomi,” you finished his sentence. you didn’t know how to tell him that’s how you wanted to know him. you wanted to know kiyoomi, not sakusa. and to an extent you do know kiyoomi, you’re one of the few people he’d ever let see him like this. but you still worried that he’d never fully open up to you. why did you deserve to know him like that? just because you’re his neighbor?

“right, someone who wants to know kiyoomi.” sakusa’s eyes fell to you, and you pretended to not feel his stare. “but how do i trust that the people i’m surrounding myself with want to know me? and not him.” it was a genuine question, sakusa didn’t know how to tell the difference between the two. that’s why he didn’t have any friends outside of the volleyball team.

and you.

“what about me?” you asked, eyes meeting his. if it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you likely wouldn’t be so bold, “do you trust me?”

with everything. he wanted to tell you, though thankfully he had enough control over his drunken words not to. “i do.”

“do i disgust you?”

“not even a little.”

he hadn’t realized it before, but sometime between him confessing about never having kissed someone before and right now, your faces had gotten much closer. he wasn’t sure he had ever been close to someone like this before, aside from maybe the one time atsumu got far too drunk and tried to kiss him (it took days for sakusa to feel clean afterwards). but this was different. it felt different, he didn’t mind being this close to you. nor did he care that he could feel your alcohol ridden breath on his face with every rise and fall of your chest.

“kiyoomi?”

“yes y/n?”

“can i be your first kiss?”

sakusa answered by closing the distance between the two of you, unsure of what to do when your lips had actually connected. his eyes were closed, he knew that much, but what was he supposed to do with his hands? was he supposed to move his head at all?

“kiyo, you can breathe,” you laughed as you pulled away, a smile spread across your face. “you’re as stiff as a board, if you’re going to be kissing women you need to learn to be a little looser.”

sakusa knew you wanted to know everything about kiyoomi, not sakusa. “i’m not going to be kissing women.” he grinned, leaning away from you now. “i think i need to be a little more drunk, though.” he tried standing up but you stopped him.

“more drunk? kiyoomi i think you’re plenty drunk,” you giggled, holding onto his wrist, trying to tug him back down onto your couch, “drunk enough to kiss me, that is.”

sakusa wanted to tell you that he didn’t need to be drunk to kiss you, it just made it easier. but he didn’t, he just sat back down next to you and turned his attention to the tv. “was i bad at it?”

“kissing?” you giggled again, “it wasn’t the worst first kiss i’ve ever had.” you shrugged, tracing the outline of his side profile with your eyes. you were pretty sure if angels existed on earth, kiyoomi would be one of them. “what did you think of it?”

“well i don’t have anything to compare it to,” he replied, “so i think it was nice.” sakusa didn’t know how to tell you the only reason it was nice was because it was with you.

not pictured: atsumu spamming you with snaps the next morning, freaking out over the fact that you sent him a video of you and kiyoomi kissing (you had to beg him not to mention it to omi)

reblogs, comments, nd likes appreciated ;3

[sweatyracoon]

Loser, Boy - k.sm. L.K

A/n: I love the whole, nerd! Seungmin so here is my version. Its been on my mind for a while.

Warnings: oral, mxm, language, suggestive

MDNI

Summary: Lee know was the cool kid, and Seungmin was the nerd. Two different worlds. What happens when they come together?

High school for Seungmin was simple. Or at least, that was the plan.

He would focus all his time into studying, getting good grades to accomplish all that he wanted.

It was important to him to stay focused an maintain a routine.

Simple enough.

But the bullying started. It wasn't his first time dealing with this stuff, but college kids were much more menacing than grade schoolers.

They packed more of a punch.

Not that they ever hit him. A few shoves here and there, as well as a few other pranks or comments. It was enough to exhaust him.

He didn't really have friends. He saw them as a distraction. An obstacle. But there was one guy that he spoke to on occasion for feedback.

Bangchan was someone that forced himself into Seungmins life, proving to be persistently annoying.

"Could you help me with this?" He would ask, not even trying.

"Is this all you use me for?" Seungmin scoffed, pushing his paper towards the older boy, cheating.

"Maybe," He grinned, his dimples showing.

They both shared a light laugh, continuing the work.

One day, a group project was assigned, and, normally, the professor would let you choose the team, but now, he decided to pick.

"Get out of your comfort zone, meet new people, someone from another clique," He explained, causing Seungmin to inhale a bit too quick.

Bangchan noticed immediately, placing his hand onto Seungmins thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay. We can still work together, you know?"

Seungmin nodded, waiting for the reveal. Seungmin wasn't good with people, nor were people good to him. He was nervous.

Bangchan was the third person to be paired, sharing a team with a boy named Han. Han shared the features of a hamster, his large cheeks and big eyes, making him look soft. But his body told Seungmin that he could pull his weight.

Han walked over to Seungmins and Bangchans desk, smiling.

"Hey, Chan! You ready?"

"Always," Chan grinned. Seungmin felt out of place.

"Hey, man. What's your name?" Han asked, looking directly at him, making him freeze.

"Oh! This is my good friend, Seungmin. He's really smart," Bangchan said, giving him a light pat on the back.

Han giggled, his gaze moving up and down Seungmins body. Seungmin still sat still.

"He's adorable," Han whispered to Chan.

"Kim Seungmin, and Lee Minho," The professor yelled, making Seungmins head snap that direction.

Lee know wasn't necessarily his bully, but he hung out with those that did. He would glare at him in the halls or roll his eyes when Seungmin tripped.

He felt his gaze on the back of his neck, making him turn to meet his eyes.

His newly dyed purple hair sat still above his brow, his hooded eyes focused on Seungmin, making him shudder. His taught white button up shirt hugged him tightly, displaying a handsome body.

He slowly raised his right hand, making a beckoning motion, commanding Seungmin to go to him.

He couldn't help but listen. Grabbing his things, he slowly made his way to the older boy, fixing the position of his glasses.

"Seungmin? That's your name, right?" He asked, scooting over to make room.

"Y-yes," Seungmin cursed himself for stuttering, not noticing the grin that appeared on the others face.

"So," Minho shrugged. "What's the plan, Seungmin?"

After half an hour of brief discussion, they both decided to meet at Seungmin dorm later that night to start working.

Lee know was very busy, being a part of the dance team and vocal club treasurer, but this was one of his free nights.

Seungmin sat alone in his room, not needing to clean since he did that as he went by. He was very tidy and liked a germ free environment.

He grabbed a few bowls of heat and eat ramen, just in case Lee know got hungry.

He still was uncomfortable around him, but didn't dislike him as he did his friends. Despite his cold appearance, his eyes were soft and watchful, making Seungmin shrink at the thought of being stared at by those beautiful eyes.

How his nose twitched when he smiled, or how his thin lips displayed his cute bunny teeth when he was annoyed.

How the veins in his neck pop out when he yells, or how his Adams apple twitches when he speaks.

How his chest looked soft yet firm at the same time. And don't get Seungmin started on those thighs! How he-wait what?

Seungmin stopped his thoughts before they could go any further, his face turning red at the sudden reaction he had to someone he had spoken to for the first time.

He went to go splash water on his face, but before he made it to the sink, a knock sounded from the door.

"One second!" Seungmin yelled, splashing cold water on his flaming face.

He hoped the red went away.

Opening the door, he saw Lee know standing, his phone in one hand, and a grocery bag in the other.

"I got some drinks. You like coffee?" He asked, looking up from his phone. His face was stoic, but when he caught sight of Seungmins face, he slowly started to grin.

"Oh...Did I interrupt something?" He teased, wiggling his brows, his teeth flashing Seungmin.

Seungmins eyes widened, "What? No! No. You didn't, please just, come in," once again, he scolded himself internally.

Giggling, Lee know walked in, shoving his phone in his pocket, and placing the two canned coffees on the counter.

"Take your pick,"

"Thank you,"

About an hour later, they were both sitting on the floor, books open and notebooks filled, trying their best.

But Seungmin was distracted.

He kept on having dirty thoughts about Lee know, despite his best efforts.

Ugh! Why did Lee know have to show up in his leg hugging jeans! And his damn white tee with a jean jacket.

It's almost like he did it on purpose.

"Seungmin? Did you hear me?"

What? When did he say something? Seungmin blinked a few times before clearing his throat.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Lee know raised a brow, "Are you feeling okay? You've barely written anything, and your beet red," he explained.

"Again?" He muttered to himself, not meaning to say it out loud. "Uh, no. I'm not sick, I'm okay. Just hard to focus," Seungmin replied, brushing off his worry.

"Ah, I see. I did interrupt you, then," Lee know winked, making Seungmin freeze yet again.

"No, no you didn't, I swear!" Seungmin could never do such a thing. It never crossed his mind, even. He had never felt this way.

"uh huh," Lee know smirked at the boy, giving him a cat like grin that made Seungmins heart flutter.

A few moments of silence passed before Seungmin decided to show his random spurr of confidence, saying, "I've never done that before anyway."

This made Lee know jolt up from his book, looking at Seungmin confused.

"What?"

"I've never done it,"

Lee know tilted his head, a blank expression on his face.

"Masturbate?"

The word itself shook Seungmin. He wasn't one to talk about things like this.

He nodded.

"Why?" Lee know asked, slowly closing his book, but kept it in his lap.

Seungmin pondered the question before answering.

"No one has ever made me want to," His face must be a tomato by now. He was so embarrassed.

"But now?" Lee know asked, his tone cutely quizzical, making Seungmins heart heart.

"Uhh," He paused, unsure of what to say. He honestly didn't even know.

Noticing the hesitation, Lee know let his eyes drift downward, and noticed a slight bulge in the boys pants.

"Who's that for, Seungmin?" A hint of jealousy could be heard from him, but Seungmin didn't notice it.

"Well...This has never happened to me before," He was trying his best to avoid it.

"Seungmin. Who's on your mind?" Lee know asked softly, putting his hand on the boys knee, rubbing it gently.

Minho would be lying if he said this whole interaction didn't turn him on. The poor boy was a virgin, after all, and he had no idea what to do.

"Just you, honestly," And that answer nearly knocked the wind out of Minho. The brutal honesty.

Seungmin shifted and fidgeted, trying to understand these feelings.

All Lee Know could do was stare, which was the one thing Seungmin didn't want. He felt like some experiment under his gaze.

He turned his head, avoiding eye contact.

Lee know shoved his book to the side, leaning forward onto his knees to capture Seungmins face with his hand, forcing him to look at him.

Seungmin still didn't look at him, so Lee know decided to play his way.

He slowly leaned it, locking his lips with Seungmins. He moved slowly, giving him time to pull away, but he didn't. He didn't kiss back either.

Lee know was his first kiss.

"Just follow my lead," Lee know whispered when he pulled back, seeing Seungmin nod lightly, his eyes glossed over.

He looked like a puppy, Minho thought.

Leaning back in again, this time, the kiss went somewhere. Now that Seungmin was learning, it was quickly turning heated, tongues now clashing together in the mix.

He heard a low moan escape from him, making his head spin.

Pulling away, Seungmin saw a thin strand of saliva connecting them both, and he was surprised at how arousing it looked.

"Has anyone ever touched you like this, puppy?" Minho asked, lowering his hands to Seungmins shoulders.

"Wh-what?" His breath was shaky, and his pants were insanely tight.

Minho laughed. "Can I touch you?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.

Seungmin just stared at the sight in front of him.

Lee know was on his knees leaning towards Seungmin, a small smile on his lips, bruised, because of him. His eyes slightly watery, and his hair. Ruffled and messy, purple strands stuck out in every direction. It was so hot.

"Yes," Seungmin whispered.

Lee knows hands at started downwards, slowly. He wasn't trying to go too fast. He didn't want to rush him.

Seungmin leaned back against his bed, relishing in the worship Minho was giving him. He sighed as Lee know gently squeezed his sides.

As the palms of his hands reached the hem of his sweats, they shared a look.

"Yes," Seungmin repeated, this time a little stronger.

Lee know focused on freeing Seungmins cock, watching as it shot up, already leaking and curved.

Seungmin covered his face as the cold air hit his most sensitive area, not wanting Lee know to see his embarrassment.

"You okay, puppy?" He heard from behind his hands.

He whimpered at the pet name, his cock twitching. Lee know chuckled.

"Please-" Seungmin whined, his hips bucking upwards into nothing.

"I'll take care of you, okay?" Lee know said, lowering himself to Seungmins hips.

He grabbed Seungmin in his hand, wrapping his whole hand around it, making Seungmin gasp. He pumped him slowly, using his pre cum as a lubricant.

Gasps and whines were all that Lee know could hear, egging him to go further.

From the bottom to the top, Lee know licked a stripe up his shaft, hearing the strangled moan. He smiled.

He then took his tip in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it softly. Then, without warning, he bottomed all the way, taking in all of Seungmins length.

Seungmins head snapped back, his hands no longer in front of his mouth. He let out a desperate moan, his mouth open, panting.

Lee know had to hold down his hips to prevent him from rutting into his throat.

Lee know started to move his mouth, wet sounds echoing throughout the room. It turned Seungmin on even more.

He wrapped his arms around himself as he was getting blown, unsure of what to do in this situation with his hands.

As if Lee know read his mind, he grabbed one of Seungmins arms, moving his hand to the back of his head.

He stopped what he was doing, making Seungmin whine, but then he said, "Use me."

Seungmin looked at him in confusion.

"Fuck my throat, puppy," he said before placing his mouth back onto him, eliciting a moan in return.

But he didn't move.

He wanted Seungmin to learn. Eventually, Seungmin got the memo, using his hand to push Minho down on his cock, finding the pace that works for him.

He grabbed onto his hair, making Minho moan. The vibrations from the sound made Seungmin snap, releasing into the older boys throat, holding him down to take it all.

With one last groan, he released the death grip on Minhos hair, and fell limp.

"You taste so good, puppy," Lee know giggled, using his thumb to wipe his mouth.

Seungmin shivered, loving the sight in front of him.

"You okay, Seung?" Minho asked, bringing his hand to his face.

"M' okay," Seungmin whispered, making Minho smile.

"Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?" After cleaning up, he picked up Seungmin, quite easily, and placed his down on his bed.

"Will you stay?" Seungmin asked before Lee know could make it to the door. He froze.

"You really want me to stay?" He asked, turning to see the boy in the bed.

"Yeah,"

"Okay,"

Turning of the lights and getting comfortable, he layed next to him, holding his side.

"What is this, Lee know?" Seungmin whispered, his eyes closed.

"What do you want?"

"Just don't leave me alone,"

"I promise,"

[angel-of-the-moons]

I’d love to request a sibling/roommates fic with Pavi Hobie and the reader if it’s not too much trouble! All 3 of them are so sibling coded. We all decide “fuck it the rent’s cheaper if it’s three of us LET’S BE ROOMMATES”. Some people think ‘oh that apartment’s gonna be trashed’, nope. We all have our respective chores and have a schedule on who takes the trash out. We love spending time at bedtime doing our own skincare routines and brushing our teeth together (callout for people that say that Hobie doesn’t bathe, that man is one of the CLEANEST fuckers out there). Definitely doesn’t stop the occasional argument of “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PIZZA?!” “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PALAK PANEER?!” “WHO ATE MY FUCKING LAST SCOTCH EGG?!”

Bugs In A Rug!

Platonic! Hobie Brown x Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: Sweetheart I am so sorry this has been backed up for so long, I plan on eating through some of my asks (again) So I can open them up. The ones I don't vibe with might get yeeted (I love you all as well as every request that comes in, but some stuff my brain just can't write! 😭)

🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷🎸🪷

People said the three of you would make poor roommates. That your apartment would be chaotic, messy, and loud just because you were all young and close in age, and rowdy when the three of you goofed off.

Oh, they were wrong in their assumptions. Many looked at you and Pavitr and automatically suggested Hobie would make a mess of your apartment. Oh, no. They were so wrong.

You and Pavitr tended to be forgetful, sometimes leaving little messes in your wake that Hobie would either clean up himself, or flick a dish rag at the both of you until the mess was done with.

Oh, and the food situation. You all shared grocery funds; a sound suggestion that worked out well for your wallets. However... Then came the inevitable "who ate my snack?!" debacle. Pavitr in particular was very protective of his masala cashews--to the point he would actively count each little cashew and write the number on the bag.

A tad excessive, but his determination ratted you out as his "cashew thief".

Almost like how you found out it was Hobie stealing your frozen dinners, and how it was Pavitr stealing some of his jaffa cakes.

Right now, however was a simple, casual day. Hobie had spent the past two hours playing his guitar in his room (soundproofed, thankfully) and you and Pavitr were in your usual hamster pile on the couch, waiting for Hobie to join the two of you for your little communal movie night.

"Hooobieeeeee!" Pavitr said loudly, laying backwards over your side as you scrolled through your phone. "C'moooooooon! We're getting booooooored!"

"Oi, gimme a minute, you twerp!" Hobie called out from his room.

You snicker and wiggle around, purposefully messing with Pavitr's balance as he was draped across you like a lazy cat.

"Hey! Quit it! You're the pillow!" Pavitr laughed, rolling over to pinch your cheeks from behind.

"Nah, you're jush a heavy brat!" You giggle, finally turning your phone screen off as you roll over to try and start to wrestle with him.

Hobie comes out right as you have Pavitr's wrist held in your mouth, and he had your leg in an arm-lock.

Hobie, despite his usual punk aesthetic, was wearing a soft knit jumper that seemed a tad too long--even for his long, lanky frame--some loose sweat pants, and a pink and purple silk bonnet that contained his usually untamed mass of wicks.

He put his hands on his hips and frowned at you two. "Now who's actin' like a couple a' brats? Oh, wait, nevermind, it's always you."

"Hey! You're not funny!" You say, you and Pavitr releasing each other as you begin to reassemble your pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions.

"Oh, please, I'm hilarious." Hobie smirked, flipping you the bird (which you responded with both your middle fingers in return) as he walked into the kitchenette to prep the popcorn and pour out the sweet snacks for your movie binge.

Pavitr laid on his pelly and kicked his feet as he watched Hobie get ready. "Aww! You look so cute today!"

"Do not call me that!" Hobie warned, wagging a finger at him over his shoulder.

"But you do!" You giggle, waggling your eyebrows.

Hobie smacks the bag of popcorn into the microwave and glares at the two of you. "Hey, you two like to keep the damn place as cold as an ice box! I have to dress all warm just to live, you damn penguins!"

"Lizard." You and Pavitr both say without missing a beat. And immediately after you and Pavitr high-five and joke about one owing a pop to the other. Hobie just scoffed loudly and took the bag of popcorn from the microwave, shaking the bag up a bit so the butter spreads, and grabs the bottle of "movie theater butter" the three of you were so fond of.

You and Pavitr turn to the TV and you snatch up the remote, scrolling through films to watch.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Pavitr asked innocoently.

"There's this one movie--the dude in it sounds just like Miguel, I swear!" You say, signing in to your streaming profile to find said movie.

"Ugh," Hobie groans, plopping down onto the ground next to you and your tanned, golden-retriever of a friend. "If he acts like him, I just know the movie is gonna suck."

"No, no, no!" You refute. "He's actually funny and like, he's a pilot or something."

"Fine, fine." He sighed with a lazy smirk, holding the popcorn bucket out to Pavitr for him to grab a handful of the crunchy, popped treat. You meanwhile snagged one of the lemon drop creme cookies he'd set down in between all of you as the movie's opening credits begin to crawl.

It was your first time ever watching this "Star Wars" stuff.

[nobodylikety]

Fox hybrid! Hyein 🦊

Hyein fox hybrid ver. 🐾

ps: It's the same case as Cat hybrid!Haerin & Hamster hybrid!Haerin, because Hyein had otter BUT ALSO fox vibes! so I'll make both versions 🦦🦊

tags: fox hybrid!Hyein x gn!reader??, fluff, hybrid AU.

Fox hybrid! Hyein is the youngest of Hybrid! New Jeans, she's literally a baby fox 🦊🍼

+ Baby foxes are curious and playful by nature. They explore their surroundings, investigate new smells, and engage in social interactions with their peers, and Hyein ALWAYS observes everything with big curious eyes

Fox hybrid! Hyein is very vocal, but really A VERY vocal queen 🔊 She is capable of making a lot of different sounds, like when she plays where she makes a sound called 'gekkering' which is a type of laughing noise, but she also barks, screams, howls, squeals and whines, so probably between her and Dani, you will not know what silence means. . .

Fox hybrid! Hyein has a VERY good sense of smell, she uses it to locate you or the members when she is separated from you

🦊 ، 𓃦 ﾟ｡ [ Sniffer baby fox ]

When Hyein wakes up, clumsily opening her sleepy little eyes, she unconsciously reaches out with her hand, touching the empty space next to her. There doesn't seem to be anyone in the house. The night before, you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans were there for a sleepover, with lots of cuddles, laughter and silly jokes, movies and snacks. She vaguely remembers falling asleep curled up with all of you, like a cuddle pack.

But now the bedroom is empty, probably because you have gone shopping for groceries, or something else that is part of your daily routine, leaving the space unoccupied, although retaining its warmth and aroma for a while.

And to Hyein's advantage, her fine fox sense of smell helps her clearly distinguish the distinctive smell of both the members and you, which gives her a lot of comfort especially on the days when she misses all of you. So, in search of some solace in her still sleepy state, she clumsily brings the pillow closer to her face, sniffing it and relaxing as she feels the intermingled fragrance of her cuddle pack.

"Family," Hyein thinks as she presses her face into the pillow.

After sniffing her pillow for a while, feeling calm enough to get out of bed, Hyein leaves her room, walking without making a sound, since she has the habit of walking with her little bare feet, while wearing and dragging the oversize hoodie she borrowed from Hanni.

The house is vaguely mixed with the scents of Minji, Hanni, Danielle, Haerin and you, as if they were suspended in the air, and the fox hybrid takes in all the scents together, as she inhales deeply. She doesn't see anyone, but suddenly she smells intensely of someone, and she thinks she knows who.

You.

So with her usual stealth, befitting her fox-hybrid nature, Hyein walks as the scent guides her, wagging her bushy orange/red tail behind her, until she reaches your bedroom. She pokes her head out, her ears pricked and twitching.

"I found you!" Hyein exclaims smiling. You are organizing your things a little, part of your own routine—something outside of the group routine, like buying groceries—when Hyein appears and the task of organizing and ordering your belongings takes a backseat.

“How come you always find me?” You ask, chuckling. Even if you know the answer, it's always fun to hear her say it.

"Because your smell. And of course, with the help of the best sense of smell in this house, which happens to be mine." Hyein grins widely. Adorably cunning, like the fox she is. 🦊

Fox hybrid! Hyein plays with Danielle's toys! Since dogs and foxes are very similar, they share and play with the same types of toys <3 only that they differ in that Danielle likes squeaky and chewy toys that she can play with while resting, and Hyein likes toys for mental and psysical stimulation like resistant balls and agility tunnels

Fox hybrid! Hyein has a habit of gently nibbling and chewing Hanni's floppy ears <3 if Hanni has her head resting on one side of your lap, Hyein is automatically on the other, to play and gently sink her teeth into those floppy ears 🐇 this kiddo loves to chew and nibble, don't blame her!

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Aurora Borealis - König x reader - Part 6

Series master post - Read on Ao3

Chapter specific tags/warnings: General captivity, ect.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

You try to adjust to a new reality while refusing to accept the normalcy König so desperately wants you to return to.

You move through the immediately following days in a haze.

It’s odd, being a victim and a prisoner of a disaster you can’t even begin to understand. It’s hard to grieve over an event wrapped so thoroughly in confusion.

You want more than anything to be able to understand- to be able to get some sort of closure or come to terms with it. It being the… end of the world? Clearly not, you’re still here, König’s still here- even if the circumstances revolving around it are questionable.

Any questions to König are met with deflections or vague, unhelpful answers. The only thing he’d tell you was that outside wasn’t safe right now, but other than that, the only information you had to work off of was his behavior that night- the memory of the words “mass extinction” still sends a shiver through you- and your own observations, that being that you couldn’t make contact with the outside world through the landline.

There’s a little voice in the back of your mine, telling you that you’re being misled, that there were others out too. There had to be, other people had to still be alive. Humanity could have just… collapsed like that, right?

And you cradle that little voice- holding it delicately in your hands and close to your heart as you try to protect it from the bleak hopelessness that the rest of you’s adopted. You cradle it alongside the flickering flame of your rage- weak but not extinguished. You forbid yourself indulging in it, but it’s there, spewing silent curses and insults as a constant reminder that you’re not here by choice.

Things have settled into a bit of a routine. You’d stopped fighting him rather quickly after that first breakfast, deciding it better to at least fake acceptance of whatever situation you’re in- or at least that he believes you’re in- and since then, it’d been easier.

Frankly, you were too numb and in a haze to do anything else. König seemed content to just… act normal, minus letting you out of his sight for more than a minute, and to an extent it unnerved you.

He did seem to take notice of your behavior though. Occasionally, you’d catch him staring at you with his lips drawn thin in a frown. You had to be careful to keep from spacing out for too long- lest you be forced into a day of cuddling, being doted over, and occasionally fucked- all in König’s best attempts to cheer you up.

It didn’t really work. Often, his efforts would only leave you feeling worse- like some sort of depressed hamster in a cage being poked at by your owner, urged to do something- to stop looking so sad.

The only thing that really does help is the routine you eventually settle into. It takes about a week- but eventually you get the hang of keeping yourself constantly occupied with cooking and cleaning. You figure that no matter what’s going on beyond the cabin, you’re being kept here whether you like it or not. Any mention of leaving the cabin- even with König- is still being met with a firm no, so you decide you have to do something other than sit and dissociate all day. For your own sanity, if nothing else.

König makes a comment about you turning into “a good little housewife”, and you try your best not to let it sour your feelings on using chores to occupy yourself.

You also find a blank notebook in the nightstand drawer along with some pens and pencils, and it helps to occupy your down time you can’t fill with domestic work. Sometimes you journal, sometimes you doodle, but either way, it’s nice to have something to do besides cook and clean.

König sees you finding ways to fill your day and takes it as progress. Towards what, you’re not sure- but it’s enough for him to decide it’s okay to leave you under Horangi’s watch to go hunting and to gather wood.

“He’s just going to keep an eye on you.” König had said, making the mistake of cupping your cheek as he tried to explain the situation to you, and you’d nearly bit his hand off. And you would’ve… if you’d thought it’d do anything other than make him take you even less seriously than he already did, if that was possible.

“I don’t need a babysitter-“ You protested, pointedly pulling away from the hand at your face, rejecting his attempt at affection and comfort as you’d been doing since his betrayal.

You refused to let him try and return the two of you to “normalcy”. Even if you couldn’t exactly break up with him, you sure as hell weren’t going to let him forget that you were anything but pissed.

He’d taken away every bit of choice and control you had for your situation, and in return you’d weaponized the only thing you had left- yourself.

You're reminded of a phrase repeated to you countless times by adults in your childhood. You can’t control what other people do, only how you react.

Easier said than done. Both with ignorant children throwing small rocks and hurtful words on the playground and equally ignorant men who’re apparently completely unable to understand why you could possibly be mad at them- yet continue to refuse to offer any explanation to their both past and previous offenses.

Unfortunately, while he may not really understand why you’re upset, he definitely understood that you were, and it was clear that he didn’t trust you enough to leave you alone for longer than it took to bring in a day’s worth of firewood. Hence- Korangi babysitting you.

No matter how much you told yourself that he shouldn’t trust you, and that he’s actively keeping you here against your will, you’re very much not okay with it, and probably would make a break for it given the chance- it still hurt. Both that he didn’t trust you anymore and you couldn’t trust him, and regarding the level of infantilization you’ve been subjected to in these past few weeks.

He was perfectly content to let you bite your nails to the bed and borderline obsessively busy yourself with chores, but god forbid you put on a shirt without him straightening or adjusting it on you.

After bringing up leaving you with Horangi, König had left the topic alone for a few days, and you’d been foolish enough to hope that he’d given up on leaving you to be babysat in fear of you raising hell.

Any hope you had was dashed when about 3 days later, Horangi had showed up on your doorstep looking less than pleased to be there.

You’d known Horangi was still alive and even seen him since that night before this. He’d stopped by a few times to bring König the occasional suspicious ziplock baggie of unidentified meat or stack of firewood, and he’d seemed more than happy to completely ignore your existence during those visits, not even glancing in your direction if he could help it.

You’d already blamed him for, at the very least, enabling whatever the fuck König was doing, given the fact that he was A, Definitely still alive, while the state of the rest of the world was questionable. And B, Because of his drop offs at the cabin since the lights in the sky.

You’d made a point to look extra depressed whenever Horangi had stopped by those first times to drop things off in the hope that he might actually be in the dark about König’s little evil plan. But by now you were sure he at least knew about what was going on, and you subsequently blamed him for your situation, meeting his arrival with angry looks and side-eyed glasses.

Horangi, like all the other times you’ve seen him, is wearing a facemask, hood, and sunglasses, and seems completely uninterested in you. Letting König pull him outside for their customary little porch chat- where they discuss whatever they can’t won’t say in front of you.

When Horangi comes back inside, Kônig comes with him, dressed in a duct canvas jacket and snow pants with a hunting rifle slung over his back that swings around when he bends down to pull you into an unreciprocated hug and leave a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, dear- we need to get a moose before winter sets in, and I need to start getting to know the area now if I want to be able to.” He’d said, the pet name leaving your stomach rolling.

It was the same explanation he’d given you at least ten times this morning alone, explaining himself like you had to be comforted and constantly reassured of his return and the necessity of his trip.

You clench your fists and as he turns his back, silently, you wish him a horrible hunt and for all the moose in the forest to suddenly decide to violently trample and gore every human (or at least human shaped) thing they see.

When you turn around, you're surprised to find Horangi filling the kettle and setting it to boil. You watch him, quickly averting your eyes and standing awkwardly when he turns to look back at you.

“Tea?” He asks, already setting out a second mug.

The normalcy of it all is a shock to your system. Simply being around someone other than König feels weird. He’s been glued to your side for at least a week and a half, and the sudden absence of the eyes constantly on the back of your neck feels lifting- like a weight from your shoulders.

You find yourself nodding, sitting down and wringing your hands as you try not to pick at your cuticles or bite at your already bitten-down nails as you wait for the water to boil.

Horangi stays at the counter, taking out a folded set of papers and a pen from his pocket. Smoothing the papers out, he sets them on the counter and leans against the edge, chewing idly at the end of the pen through his mask and occasionally writing something down or making a mark.

When the kettle whistles, Horangi stands, preparing two cups of tea and carrying them to the table, wordlessly setting one of the mugs across from him as he sits back down and lets his own tea steep.

You sit down at the seat he’d put the second cup at, crossing your legs and warming your hands around the mug as you awkwardly try to find a place to look other than Horangi.

After a minute, the silence becomes comfortable with the understanding that neither of you is planning on starting a conversation, and Horangi continues to work on his paper as you sit perched on the edge of your seat, blowing gently at the surface of your tea as you look around the room, letting yourself notice little details you didn’t usually.

Once you’re comfortable that tea’s cooled down enough for you not to be burnt, you let yourself sit back and enjoy the feeling of warmth moving down your throat and settling in your stomach.

Glancing up, you freeze when you see that Horangi had pulled his mask down to under his chin to drink his tea.

It feels illegal to be looking at his bare face, even more so when you notice the dark, twisted, purple scar stretching from the right corner of his mouth to his ear and downwards. Horangi’s eye’s flicker towards you and you realize you’ve been staring, making a point to jerk your eyes away and duck your head as your cheeks heat in shame.

A moment later, you glance back up, only to look right back down when you find Horangi watching you with a slight amused smirk.

“You can ask about it, you know.” He says, not looking up from his paper and stifling a chuckle.

You swallow thickly, shifting in your seat and readjusting your hold on your cup just so your hesitation isn’t blatant.

“How’d you get it?” You ask, careful to keep your tone passive and your eyes anywhere but Horangi.

“My gun backfired.” He says with an amused tone, reaching up to tap at the center of the mangled scar. “Exploded back into my face, barely missed my eye.”

“Does it hurt?” You ask, eyes following his hand to observe the injury.

Horangi snorts, laughing to himself as he drops his hand and brings his cup to his lips.

“It happened a long time ago.” He says, not saying anything further as he leaned back over his paper and goes back to making occasional marks.

The silence turns awkward- at least to you, Horangi seems content to drink his tea and scribble notes on the paper in front of him.

You decide to make yourself scarce, finishing the rest of your drink quickly before taking your cup to the sink, rinsing it out and putting it in the dishwasher to be washed with the next batch of dishes.

You need to do something, anything. You hate how idle you feel here, like that unless you find something to occupy your every moment, time will just slip away, and you refuse to become complacent with your situation.

Your foot starts to tap anxiously against the floor as you shower the small kitchen for something to do- something to clean. Your hands itch for a distraction, for a mindless task to help calm your nerves.

You look back, finding Horangi watching you with that same amusement as before.

“Looking for something to do?”

You nod immediately, hands wringing at the fabric of your shirt.

Horangi smirks, standing up and pushing his chair back and filling the room with the sound of chair legs dragging against wood flooring.

“You can help me then.” He says, picking up his stack of papers and walking towards you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, you brow furrowed and your eyes narrowed as you looked at the paper, remembering him scribbling notes and pouring over it earlier.

Once again, Horangi seems amused at your question, holding up one of the papers for you. You can see that it’s a piece of graph paper with various hand drawn lines separating the grid into a larger table with scribbled numbers packed into the columns and rows. The paper looks well used- there’s places where old marks weren’t or couldn’t be fully erased, making the whole thing look like more of a jumbled mess to you than anything else.

“Inventory. I have to make sure we- well, that you two have enough food to get through the freeze.” Horangi says.

You frown. It makes sense- you suppose, although with how hard the snow had been coming down the past few days, you’d assumed winter had already begun to set in.

“Hasn’t it already started to freeze?” You ask, glancing towards the window by the bed despite knowing it’s closed.

“Normally, yes- I’d like to have everything in order by now, but I wasn’t exactly given much warning that König planned on coming up here, and I don’t know exactly how much is here in the first place, so I need to figure that out.” Horangi says with a scoff- but so more at his own words regarding König than at you.

You tuck that information away for yourself- that this wasn’t much of a planned trip as you watch Horangi toss his stack of papers onto the counter and open one of the draws to rummage through it.

“It’s only November,” He starts again, pulling out a 1 cup measure “and you can’t survive completely off game meat. Pretty soon, the roads will be too bad to drive and the only way off the mountain will be the trails. It’s harder to hunt too, anything with any sense is tucked away in a burrow hibernating somewhere, and with how heavy it can snow, tracking anything can be a nightmare. Hence, we need to make sure there’s enough for you two to eat without factoring game meat.”

Horangi stands in front of you, handing you the measuring cup before pointing you towards the pantry.

“If you want something to do, count how many level cups of rice we have. You can move it into one of the empty containers while you’re counting as long as you pour it back into the original one when you’re done.”

For a moment, you don’t move or respond. This simple task is more agency than König’s given you in weeks, and it feels good. Better than occupying yourself with endless chores, and better than any self-assigned task of this nature could ever feel.

Your eyes are almost watering as you take the cup in your hand and go to the pantry, sitting on your knees as you start to scoop the rice from the large dry-bin it’s stored in to a spare container, counting each cup as you go.

It feels so good to have something to do- a way to actually be helpful- and you can’t help but loathe the fact that Horangi’s done this for you in the 30 minutes minute’s you’ve been with him today yet König, the man you’d have sworn up and down knew you better than anyone and care for you with all his heart less than a month ago, had yet to do anything other than force a return to a long dead normalcy.

[spicesprouts]

Okay, so lesser moons orbiting larger moons would be super hard, and the imagery doesn’t show any rotation between Ignis and Luna, so my early rendition of moon phases is a lil out the window. It was fun but I’d rather find something that lines up with how the world works.

It’s almost (or is with natural laws) impossible for two satellites to maintain the same orbit, as even on opposite sides of the planetary body they affect each other and break perfect orbit. But they’re only ever depicted as side by side, except in early/late night where one hasn’t risen or the other has set, so they’re not on separate orbits or different distances, or else they would not both always be visible. And given the amount of things flow can affect and gain light cocoons etc, and what is known about the moons, and that I’ve read one or two things about the moons changing phases somewhat, I think orbiting together is more realistic for Palia.

But the mention of the moons changing phases could indicate the waxing/waning as a longer term plot thing (or just updated images that changed the phases, who knows), so messing with big world mechanics has Implications.

So there are three potentials for my silly werewolf oc that runs around in my head like a hamster in a ball:

1. The fun one, where phases happen and are able to be timed but unavoidable acts of nature. Typical werewolf shit, loss of agency and ties in with the lil schedule routines the NPCs have in general like. Yeah it’s silly and classic.

2. The “less fun but hinging on more canon answers” one, where Sunny doesn’t transform until the game gives me moon phases or plot happens. This is basically one to avoid a retcon and would hinge on future content to flesh out lore that could tie in. Is it necessary? No not at all. Am I persnickety and do I enjoy working within confines? Yes. But the result would be meh.

3. The “vibe-altering but canon-hopeful” one where transformations may be dependent on phases in the hopes of incorporating that, but mostly come from strong emotions so they can happen at any time and eventually at will.

[muzzleroars]

Every time I see that pinprick of a pupil and the crazed limitless energy it gives your V1 it makes me wonder; What if anything could get V1 to be truly 100%, flat hamster levels of relaxed and content? Could it achieve such a state on its own or would it need help from the like if Gabe / V2, ect?

so glad that little pupil gets its character across exactly...fully vibrating with the need to destroy at all times.....because v1 fundamentally is incredibly difficult to calm down, especially to the point where its background protocols might be suspended.

i have talked a little about this before, but v1 is capable of achieving some sense of composure if it can suppose that it's not currently engaged in battle and that the war is, for a time, removed from it. but even this reprieve is marked by restless energy: it becomes insatiably curious instead, still attempting to play, to explore, to relentlessly tear apart its surroundings for what it might discover in them. it wants constant engagement even outside of active battle, it wants its mind forever occupied and stimulated, and that's truly what makes it difficult to find actual repose. it just wants to do, it wants to go, even if that doesn't mean its routine violence - as such, it does need assistance to fully relax.

the first time it learns to do this is through gabriel because it has no incentive to do it otherwise and honestly...it can't really find enough peace in its own mind to accomplish it by itself. it can shutdown if it needs to, hibernate if it must, but it has no true downtime as it is now, programming attuned to the brutal pace of hell and the war it must keep making if it wants to stay alive. but now there's gabriel, and he's tired - the light has been torn out of him and he's drained besides, a refugee from a heaven he freed by killing his own people, coming to terms with all he's done and the lie that his life was. his energy is no longer limitless and his ability to indefinitely push through his exhaustion has left him...put simply, he needs a break. he wants peace, and eventually, when comfort and intimacy work their way into his relationship with v1, he wants to have that peace with it. in his mind, it seems highly achievable, natural even as they become close...but he has to find out that's unfortunately not the case. like. he understands v1 needs excitement and he's happy to give that, thriving in their sparring matches as much as the machine opposite him does. and it should then follow that they can find a more pleasant haunt, in limbo, in lust, wherever, where they can relax in each other's company - it's something he desperately wants now, to start balancing out the sharpness of their relationship. not because he doesn't deeply indulge in that sharpness, but because he wants to see other sides to v1, to see what it might do on an evening spent quietly in time passed slowly.

v1, turns out, is mystified by that!!!!! it can understand disengaging now, it knows how to relate to him without a fight through playing, through exploring, sometimes too through just...listening to him. a lot. he likes to talk. but this, it can't understand. gabriel seems to want very little, but that's the problem...what does it do? it doesn't want to go because it wants to be with him the way he wants to be with it, but it simply has nothing to go off of, nothing in its programming to direct it. so the night is much longer than expected, with gabriel trying to get it to understand what he wants while v1 sits still for all of two seconds, trying to clean its weapons or preoccupy its mind, before it's up to tear apart the house again. but they both know by now this is a relationship that requires a lot of learning and a lot of consideration for two creatures that can have very little understanding of what makes the other one work. so gabriel watches, seeing that v1 isn't leaving, not even going outside, so it's obvious it wants to be here. and soon he sees as it rifles through the home that it continuously picks up books, opens them to read a couple paragraphs of text, and then tosses them aside. he asks it why, if none of the books interest it, and he learns through some rudimentary and frustrated signing that it can't read "irrelevant" text, even if it's fascinated by the material. it's a headache, but it hasn't found a good way of circumventing that programming. gabriel gets about halfway through his offer to read to it before v1 scrambles around the room to pick up a dozen books and shove them at him, pointing emphatically at the pile.

and that's the first time v1 truly slows down - initially it's excited as always, restless and moving all over the bed gabriel takes it to, but eventually it can steady itself when it has his voice as an anchor. it listens attentively to his reading, keen interest and bright intellect attending each word and so satisfactorily occupied, settling in beside him as it uses the opportunity to meet him halfway. quiet. easy. his cadence is melodic and his delivery soft, v1 slowly writing this into its memory, copying down what it means to be at ease. its core programming resists it, but it wants everything it can take from its time with gabriel knowing how limited it all might be. so it takes it a few tries, a few more times of listening and almost brute forcing retirement, but it soon knows when it should slow down...when it itself might want to slow down. and it (quietly) thrills at it, eventually able to enjoy more idle conversation or perhaps just silence, although gabriel still reads to it quite often (it'll figure out that annoying piece of code one day...but it doesn't feel too pressing now)

[hamsters100life]

A Cute Baby Hamsters Growing🐹

[sugar-omi]

todays early morning brain worms have given me thoughts about like if cove and mc get together in step 4 or between steps 3 and 4 and they lived separately at first and mc moves in with cove after they get together

i was thinking about little things like cove just starting to see things like your cosmetics or your hairbrush or other things you use and such in the bathroom or on the dresser, just him getting used to having little traces of you all over his home and i feel like it would make him feel really fluttery inside sldfkj its really cute (theres also of course seeing you in bed with him if you share a bed which im sure is very overwhelming in and of itself for cove in a good way, but just the smaller little things that are there even when youre not in the same room or even if youre at work or otherwise out, its just like proof that youre there and you live with him 🥺)

also if you had a pet that moves in with you like a cat or dog or maybe even something like a rabbit or hamster just cove getting to meet them potentially for the first time and bonding with the pet 🥺💕 i cant imagine an animal not liking cove but if the pet is more shy or apprehensive at first when they warm up to cove i imagine that cove is like their favorite or second favorite person after you lmao if theyre an animal you can cuddle with im certain that they can often be found cuddling with cove or sleeping in his lap lmao

oh one last thing i thought of that i thought was cute was sharing little routines or things that you do with cove, like maybe you do skincare or like in the patreon moment you do your hair together or maybe you wear nail polish and just sharing those little things with cove so he can see what theyre like, even if theyre not things cove picks up himself, im sure he enjoys just experiencing what theyre like with you 💕 - 🕐

yes I was thinking the same thing!!!

like if you share a closet, it makes him a bit dizzy every time seeing your clothes next to his. omg he loves coming home and seeing your shoes by the door and you running to greet him

my cat is an evil lil bastard btw so we gotta make sure his fish are safe

he'd love cove tho, cove would put him on his shoulders and sneak treats or put aside from unseasoned chicken or smth for your pet

also prepares dinner n stuff extra special some nights to keep the romance alive

i definitely need to write some moving in together hc's one day bc cove is so sweet when yall start living together

[belovedcorvid]

 [ ✨positivity be upon ye✨]

　　   rory, 

　can’t believe when i first sent these notes a few months ago, my impression of you began & ended with “new friend i talk about the birds™ with. seems nice”.

seems nice? you’re one of the kindest people ever. i go crazy thinking about how kind you’ve been to me because i’m not sure i deserve it. honestly, if you didn’t send me that photo of you, i don’t think i’d believe you were real. 

you put up with so much from me: my weird questions, talking too much & busting into your dms with walls of text or 9000 thoughts, having a new hangup or crisis every other day because of where my life is at the moment — but you’re so patient with me every time. you make me feel like i’m normal & i’m allowed to feel upset about the things i’ve been through and never like i’m overreacting, or coping “wrong”, and from the perspective of someone who's been alone for a long time and spent a lot of my life being told the exact opposite, it’s genuinely changed my life. you’re an angel. i’m gonna wrap you in the coziest blanket to ever exist & shield you from all bad things forever (including your dentist, who i’m engaging in psychic combat at this very moment). 

with your schedule & health problems, your brain has to be mush most days and i’m sure i don’t help because i’m spiritually like a hamster running on a wheel who cannot shut up to save my life sometimes, which is why i wanna say thanks again. i’ll do something one day to show my gratitude in full because i don’t think my words are enough to explain how alone i felt before and how much your kindness has meant. enough to pave the roads by your house myself so you can skateboard again, for a start. 

when we first became mutuals, i was intimidated by you for maybe about two weeks (nothing you did, i just have “i’m self-conscious of cool people thinking i’m lame & annoying” disease) and i just feel so goofy about that because how on earth could i ever be intimidated by the human equivalent of a warm blanket? someone i have so much in common with, like medical things, and extremely specific feelings on haircuts and stairs? someone who will just get so absorbed in their craft projects, they’ll forget to eat sometimes? sunshine incarnate, mr. rory rabbit bnuuy last name? this guy? 

love you so very many. you’re so goofy, warm, and your soul probably feels like one of those fuzzy pom poms on winter hats. i’m gonna give you the biggest hug you’ve ever had in your life one day – and also cook you at least one meal that is both delicious and won’t make you wanna die for several weeks afterwards.

 i hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow and your bed is extra cozy so you have a wonderful night, too.

❣︎ | Unprompted :: Always Accepting |

aaaAAAAAAAAA Wilder I cannot handle how kind you are, and sometimes wonder how you're real because my brain just spins its wheels about it. I've been holding onto this for weeks now ( I think, time is messy ) trying to figure out a way to answer that will adequately communicate how much I appreciate you and love you and I'm not sure it'll work but I'm gonna try. OTL

When we first met I was scared of you, too, if it's any consolation because you seemed super comfortable and confident right away ( can't relate ) and your work is spectacular and I didn't think I'd be able to keep up. People, like many, many things in the universe are very scary to me and it's hard not to feel like an alien in a human disguise doing very poorly at appearing normal. But I'm so glad we started talking in notes and stuff because it was silly to be scared of someone that feels like the missing second half of my brain / heart / etc. Quantum entangled particles or some shit. I always look forward from hearing from you and your thoughts and ideas do not annoy me - in fact if I don't hear from you I get worried about the change in routine and miss you a bunch.

This isn't quite as powerful as I wanted / think you deserve, but despite the belief of some I'm not good at words. Love you very many, hope you're having a good day and I agree - one day I'm going to give you the biggest hug when we meet in person. Hopefully this event will not cause a tear in space-time or something.

Much love, ♡ Ro

[fizzyghosts]

2 and 11 for all of them and thennnn 31 for Sabien, 24 for Samson and 34 for Rosemary :3c

2. What is your OC’s birthsign? Does it affect the way they live their life?

Sabien was born under the ritual. Discovering his aptitude with the undead at a young age might have been what turned him down the path of necromancy. He's rather happy with his birthsign :3c

Samson was born under the ritual as well. He unfortunately has mixed feelings over it due to his status as a former worm cult member and he usually tells everyone he was born under the lover instead.

Rosemary was born under the serpent. He's a liar and loves messing with people so he likes to make up facts about the sign to trick anyone he can. Since its such a slippery(lol) sign, I imagine he can get away with quite a bit.

11. What does your OC's daily/nightly schedule look like? Do they have any routines?

Sabiens schedule tends to be a bit all over the place. He's always been a bit scatterbrained, but it's gotten worse since he's aquired Umbra, so imagine giving a hamster caffeine and letting it loose and you've got Sabiens daily life.

He does have two consistent routines. The first is waking up before his traveling companions and taking a few minutes to crouch beside each of them and stare, just to make sure they're still breathing. He has pages in his journal dedicated to describing what he'll do with their bodies if they do stop breathing, which he did make them read because he's a nice necromancer who cares about their opinions. The second is watching his companions fall asleep. Sabien knows death well but it doesn't stop him from fearing that his friends will be taken from him if he looks away.

Samson schedule when he's traveling is usually a variation of Travel at night -> camp briefly to make potions -> explore town/make a plan for the day in the early morning when most are still asleep -> sell potions/repair gear/shop once things are open -> find odd jobs around town -> complete those -> head to the tavern for dinner then repeat. He's a light sleeper and doesn't sleep all at once, prefering to just nap throughout the day.

Rosemarys daily schedule is forced upon him by his students. They're students from the college of winterhold who found out that the missing alchemy teacher lives in morthal and they camped in front of his door until he agreed to do his job, so most of his day revolves around dragging them on adventures to find alchemy ingredients, teaching them alchemy, and making them sell they make so he doesnt have to do it. He does have a very elaborate bedtime routine that he does late at night that no one is allowed to interrupt and it involves a fancy bath, a million skin care products, wine, and soft pajamas. His self care routine is occasionally ruined by having to turn into a werewolf for a bit 🙄

31. Your OC is packing for a day-long trip on the road. What is in their travel bag?

Sabiens travel bag is bread, a knife, a journal, an extra pair of clothes, sock puppets, writing utensils, and his necromancy stuff(embalming equipment etc) mixed with his alchemy equipment. He tries to pack fairly light so he never has to take it off since he's gotten yelled at quite a few times for returning empty handed because he put his bag down and forgot where he put it.

24. What moral boundaries does your OC have? Have they ever crossed them? What happened?

Samson is meant to be a huge hypocrite and his moral boundaries reflect that. How he feels and reacts to something depends on how he's feeling that day. Murder and thievery is crossing a boundary, unless he doesn't know or like the person or a friend tells him its fine. Necromancy is crossing a boundary, unless the necromancer is himself or a friend of his or even just someone who talks to him before anyone against Necromancy does that day. He's like that with every topic, and its both a blessing and a curse. It makes him an obnoxious person to be around (especially when paired with his refusal to take accountability for his own actions), but, as the vestige, it also makes it easier for him to deal with the daedra and make difficult decisions in the moment and not regret them.

That being said, if he does cross a boundary on a day he considers it bad, his reaction is to refuse to admit to it and blame others for his actions. Its always someone else and not him. But the memory lingers in the back of his mind for weeks after no matter how hard he tries to not think about it.

34. Your OC feels that they are about to die. What are their last words, and to whom do they speak them to?

Rosemary's last words are him begging for forgiveness. They're spoken to Rumarin, but the words aren't meant for him. They're meant for Sinderion, someone long dead by the time Rosemary faces his own mortality. Rosemary had let grief and anger ruin their relationship all those years ago and he wishes he could go back in time and tell him he's sorry, and that he'll be a better son.

[miniaturemoonheart]

I am a huge advocate for Self Care and Self Love. Two things that are an absolute must.

List of simple daily rituals I love ❤️

If you are anything like me, when we embark on a spiritual path, sometimes the path gets twisted and we feel we lose our connection to the Divine. This is totally normal and shouldn’t get you down! Sometimes we are too busy with the mundane to cater to our spirituality. But there are ways to include simple daily pagan rituals into your routine without a fuss.

Here are some of my favorite morning, noon or night simple daily rituals you may enjoy as well.

1. Light a candle

Many of us pyromaniacs already love burning candles in our homes, so why not make it a part of your daily pagan rituals? Light a candle and say a quick prayer of gratitude to your god or goddess or ancestors. Then go about your day.

2. Offerings for the Gods

Everyone thinks offerings are complicated…here’s a little secret – they’re not! Offerings can be anything you feel your god or goddess would enjoy: food, beverage, water, incense, herbal blends, art, and poetry. Some gods enjoy a nice black cup of coffee in the morning. Some enjoy a portion of your dinner at night. Some prefer the scent of patchouli incense. Incorporate offerings into your daily routine and watch the blessings roll in!

3. Offerings for the Ancestors

Same as above – make offerings to your ancestors one of your daily pagan rituals. Did your granny like to steal sweet n’ lows? Add a couple to your ancestor altar for her. Did your Uncle enjoy bonfires? Light a candle for him in the evening.

4. Rise to Greet the Sun

If you’re an early riser, this should be a simple one – rising to greet the sun. Sit outside with your coffee and watch the sun rise. Bask in the glory of the star that gives life to this planet.

5. Runic Stadhas or Yoga

Edred Thorsson talks about runic stadhas in his book Elder Futhark. These are similar to yoga positions. So whether you enjoy yoga or feel a connection to the runes, try physical positions like the runic stadhas or yoga on a daily basis. Even if you only do one or two in the morning to get your day started or in the evening to relax and connect.

6. Go for a Walk

Simply going for a walk outside is enough to relax you and re-connect with Mother Earth. Don’t have a lot of time to fit in a walk? Instead of sitting at your desk for lunch break, take your lunch outside and go for a walk afterward. Even if it’s only a ten minute walk.

7. Dream Journalling

Keep a journal at your bedside. Before you even set foot on the floor in the morning, write down your dreams in a dream journal. This is a simple, yet effective way to tune into your higher self and gods – through dreams. The more you journal your dreams, the more dreams you will recall.

8. Meditate

You don’t have to meditate for an hour or even a half an hour. Pop in a set of earbuds and listen to a ten minute relaxing guided meditation for free on YouTube.

9. Nature Signs and Omens

Throughout your day, pay attention to any nature signs or omens. This could be anything – a praying mantis on the windshielf, a blue jay that seems to repetitively visit you, a cloud in the shape of a heart, a snail that’s entered the house, etc. The gods and ancestors often use nature to communicate with us. This is one of the most enriching daily pagan rituals in my practice.

10. Light an incense

Just as you light a candle for your gods or simply to re-connect, light incense on a daily basis. Something about the scent of incense in the air puts me into an otherworldly state of mind. It is relaxing and grounding, too.

11. Read a Spiritual Book

Take fifteen minutes out of your day to read a spiritual book. Whatever topic you’re studying in the realm of paganism, set aside a little time daily to read and absorb what you are reading. Knowledge is power, after all.

12. Love Your Pets

Whether you have a dog, horse, or a hamster, set aside some time every day to love on your pets. This doesn’t seem like a pagan ritual, but anything done with intention and in a routine can be a ritual. And what’s more pagan than loving on animals?

13. Light a Red Candle in the Kitchen

Keep a red candle in your kitchen. Light it in honor of the ancestors who came before you, who cooked hearthside to feed and nourish their families just as you do today!

14. Smudge Yourself

One of those self-love daily pagan rituals is smudging yourself. You don’t have to do this daily, but I promise if you do take up the practice, you won’t regret it. Smudging removes the negative debris stuck in your aura, helps to relax you, and to ground you after a long day of work.

15. Love Your Family

One of the most pagan things to do is to honor and love your family. Think back hundreds of years ago – what did your ancestors value back then? Life, love, and family. They focused on survival and did what they had to do to feed and care for their families. And it’s a good thing too, because you’re here because of them! Honor your ancestors by loving your family every day. Spend quality time with your family as a daily pagan ritual. Othala.

16. Write in Journal / BOS

Keep a record of your spiritual journey, traditions, and thoughts by writing them down in a spiritual journal or Book of Shadows. Take five minutes a day to write something down – even if its just your emotions or your thoughts in that moment.

17. Wear a Stone

Choose a stone to wear on a daily basis. This is a simple, small daily pagan ritual to do in the morning. If you can’t wear it, then put it in your pocket. Choose a stone for protection, grounding, energy, etc.

18. Pray to the Gods

Take time in the morning while you’re getting ready for the day or take time just before falling asleep to say a simple prayer to the gods. Prayers of gratitude are best. The more grateful we are for the gods’ presence in our lives, the more blessings roll in.

19. Visit the Garden

Whether you keep an elaborate garden or just have a few plants and trees in your yard, take some time in the early morning or the evening to pay the garden a visit. You never know what wisdom the plants, trees, and wildlife have to share with you. I find garden visits comforting, peaceful, and enlightening.

20. Exercise

How is exercise a daily pagan ritual? In this modern day and age, everyone is so busy and sedentary. We don’t have the time to work out. But here’s the thing – we were gifted with these bodies by the gods/universe/ancestors and so we should be grateful for them and care for them just as we care for our spirits. Even if you just go for a run in the morning, do something to get your heart pumping every day. Make the gods proud.

21. Brew a Cup of Tea

Make brewing tea a daily ritual. Enjoy choosing your own loose leaf herbs, hearing the tea kettle whistle on the stove, and then pouring the hot water over the herbs. Sit down, be quiet, and sip your tea while waiting for the Divine to speak to you.

22. Smudge Your House

Along the same lines of smudging yourself, smudge your house to rid it of any negative vibes or spirits. A quick smudging does the trick, even if its only ten minutes.

23. Rune of the day

Something I enjoy doing in the morning, draw one rune or one tarot/oracle card for the day. It might give you a sneak peek of what’s to come or just provide some sage advice. Either way – drawing one rune or card of the day is one of the easiest and enlightening daily pagan rituals.

24. Use Herbs in Cooking

Have a garden with herbs or vegetables? Use them in your cooking on a daily basis. If you don’t have a garden, choose spices from your kitchen cabinet for specific purposes. For example – cinnamon for money. Sugar to sweeten up situations and people. Rosemary for love. Etc.

25. Pray to the Ancestors

Just as you pray to the gods, pray to your ancestors as well. They enjoy hearing from you too.

26. Freshen Up Your Altar

Clean up your altar on a daily basis. This means dump those ashes off your incense burner. Dust off any dirt or debris. Refresh your offerings. Etc. Make your altar a place worthy of the gods and ancestors.

27. Gaze at the Moon

On nights when the clouds are clear, go outside and gaze at the moon. Feel the lunar rays on your skin.

28. Plan the Next Sabbat

Take time to plan the next sabbat. Write down ideas on traditions, rituals, food, etc. This is a fun daily pagan ritual to do with the whole family (if they are pagan, as well).

29. Call a Pagan Friend

On days you feel you need an extra boost of comfort or confidence, call a pagan friend. There’s nothing like talking to someone of like-mind and kindred spirit.

30. Ground and Center

With how crazy life can get, making grounding and centering a part of your daily pagan rituals can really do wonders for your health and wellbeing. Even if you touch a tree before going inside or walk around outside with barefeet, both of these rituals help.

31. Plan the Next Esbat

Just as planning the next Sabbat can be fun, so can planning your next Esbat. Plan an aura-cleansing bath on the New Moon – what herbs will you use? Will you use sea salt or epsom salt? Plan to do a releasing ritual on the next Waning Moon. What will you do next full moon? Write down your thoughts and ideas.

32. Research Your God/Goddess

In addition to reading a spiritual book once a day, spend a few minutes doing further research on your god or goddess. This can be online or in books. Read your god or goddess’ mythology, folklore, and history. This gives honor to your god or goddess and enriches your relationship with them.

[fragileizywriting]

something something whatever it doesn't matter, kitty signs up as an escorter. she's feeling herself. thinks she's cute enough to be a sugar baby. maybe. it's the freedom. she got dumped by her ex, no one believes her when she says she's 22, and can't stand being alone.

she gets a match. luka couffaine, someone she's never met, asking to meet tonight at a restaraunt she recognizes from the bus loop she takes— his treat. she scours the internet searching for a menu and inhales her poptart wrong when she sees how many "$" symbols google provides for her next to the name.

she spends the entire afternoon working out. she's a hamster in a hamster wheel going nuts and crazy, texting him in between sets, getting to know each other because she feels so unbrave. he has a younger sister. he finds sashimi gross, but he's a pescetarian, even though he doesn't mind that she eats meat. his favorite color is blue. she tries not to jump at the impulse to run back home and ransack her dresser drawer for her matching underwear set in the exact shade.

okay, okay. this is fine. her workout routine takes two hours. she knows that by heart. she has enough time to go home, shower, shave, wash her hair and blowdry it. she'll take the metro. gare du nord is hard to miss.

luka is easy. kind. he's sweet— what's a guy like him doing on this website, oh god, what is he up to? the piercings and tattoos kind of give away what he's into, but he's so attentive, completely at odds with the slight edge he dresses like. asks about her, laughs at the way she offers tentative jokes, an all-around really sweet guy. so far. he's got skeletons in his closet. surely. how has nobody snatched him up yet?

she's not this lucky. is he into feet? would she be okay with him being into feet? does the idea of him being into her feet make her feel things?

"are you still hungry?" he asks, when she's finished her plate and she's stimming underneath the table as soundlessly as possible by moving her ankles, eyeing up the dessert menu on the side.

"no, no. i'm fine."

"if you're hungry, you're hungry."

"i'm fine," she tries.

he's laughing with his eyes, even as he tries to keep polite with his mouth in a straight line. "how about this. i get the flan with a single spoon, and when you confess that you're still hungry, i'll feed you across the table. if not, you'll just have to watch me eat it by myself."

and miss out the condensed milk? oh, god. how could she ever do that to herself? the though of him reaching over with those large arms, just to hold a spoon up into her mouth— he'd follow the action with his eyes, watch her lick her lips clean, watch her chew, just like he's been doing all night, oh god. she's having a problem in these blue panties.

"sorry— sorry," she exhales. squeaks. huffs. something between the three. "i'm just... nervous."

he looks kicked. "nervous?"

"not about you! well, about you. but not about you—" shit, he looks so kicked, fuck— "i just really want to make a good impression with you. on you. about you." foot things aside, things seem to be going well. "i don't want to fuck this up. i ran a few kilometres today at the gym to calm down the nerves of today, but i don't think it was enough. i'm a little stressed out."

"oh," he says, shoulders lowering back down from his ears. "why are you so stressed out? all we're doing is having dinner. i thought it was going okay."

"it is," she whines. "that's the problem. because things like this don't just go well or okay for someone like me, i always make a critical error somewhere. i'm going to aqcuiece and order the flan and end up dropping a whole rubbery piece on my dress. i'm going to choke on my wine and cough all over you. i'm going to say something so stupid, you'll ghost me before i even get the door to my appartment building open."

"that's not—" he blinks slowly. "oh. wait. it's actually your first time doing this?"

"yeah. it's obvious, isn't it?"

"to be honest, no," he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. "you're a natural. i was wondering if you do this often because you're so easy to talk to."

her head snaps up. "really?"

"absolutely. are you sure this is your first time?"

"positive." she pauses to clink a knife with her nail. "okay, so you're not weirded out by the way i sip wine?"

he snorts. "no. absolutely not. i think it's really cute, actually, how you're struggling to drink it."

"i can't let sixty euros a glass go to waste."

"who cares, i'm paying anyways. if you don't like something, tell me. i'm not forcing you to eat or do anything you don't want, be vocal when you don't like something."

"b-but i don't want to behave like a brat," she reasons.

there's just a beat too long in the conversation where he rubs at his tricep with a giant hand as if to warm himself up from the cold. "maybe i like brats."

kitty is having a liquid meltdown in her panties.