#handmade cat cave

[losthorizonhandicraft]

Felt Cat Caves: Exploring Comfort and Style in Cat Cave Designs

When it comes to providing comfort and a sense of security for our feline friends, nothing beats the allure of a felt cat cave. These unique pet accessories have gained popularity among cat owners for their exceptional features and benefits.

A felt cat cave, as the name suggests, is a cozy, cave-like structure made from felt, designed to offer your cat a private, warm, and comfortable space to relax. The unique design of these cat caves caters to the natural instinct of cats to curl up in small and cozy spaces, making them an instant favorite.

One of the main advantages of a felt cat cave is its material. Felt, a non-woven fabric, is known for its excellent insulating properties. This means that a felt cat cave can keep your cat warm during the colder months and cool during the summer, providing year-round comfort.

Moreover, felt cat caves are eco-friendly. They are often made from natural wool, which is a renewable resource. This makes them a great choice for environmentally conscious pet owners.

When choosing a felt cat cave, consider the size of your cat and the cave's design. Ensure it is spacious enough for your cat to move around comfortably, but also snug enough to provide that cozy feel cats love.

Felt cat caves come in various designs and colors, allowing you to choose one that matches your home decor or your cat's personality. Whether you prefer a minimalist design or a more elaborate one, there's a felt cat cave to suit your taste.

In conclusion, a felt cat cave is more than just a pet accessory. It's a cozy retreat that caters to your cat's natural instincts, providing them with a sense of security and comfort. Whether you have a playful kitten or a senior cat who loves their downtime, a felt cat cave is a worthy addition to your pet's comfort zone.

Remember, a happy cat makes for a happy home. So why not invest in a felt cat cave and give your feline friend the comfort they deserve?

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In addition to my handmade and visually delightful Mandala Bloom wire contraptions, I'd like to share with you a list of Palindromes I've recently come across! :)

A man, a plan, a canal, Panama! Eva, can I see bees in a cave? Was it a car or a cat I saw? Never odd or even. Do geese see God? A Santa lived as a devil at NASA.

All of these, when read backwards spells out the same sentence! My all time favourite Palindrome is "TACO CAT"

Palindromes also apply to single words:

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Am I missing any? Comment below your favourite Palindromes, as I'm certain there are more out there I haven't heard of!

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[darkkitty1208]

Reigen Arataka Headcanons (pt. 1/?)

I've been thinking about this cringefail loserboy babygirl A Lot lately (i cannot spend more than 15 minutes without my thoughts circling back to him somebody sedate me) so. Here are some of my favourite and/or personal headcanons of him (most are picked up from fanfic that I hold close to my heart, some are from shower/late night thoughts) split into 4 categories (general, food/drinks, physical/appearance, and family & childhood headcanons). Under cut because this got a LOT longer than I intended

Geneneral Headcanons

He's trans ftm & gay

Most of the shelves in his apartment are empty—he didn't have much memorabilia, photo frames or items that are personal/scream "Reigen" because his place is less a home and more a place for him to sleep and shower and eat. He does have generic self-help and anatomy (for massages) and exorcism guide books, but not much else. However through the years he starts keeping potted plants and has a mini vegetable garden in his balcony (mostly cherry tomatoes, but others too, like green onions and the like) and flowers in vases on his tables and little cacti and succulents and houseplants around.

At some point he also keeps photos in frames. There's one from an outtake from the s&s company's employees lineup photo he thinks is "necessary for their professional image" and insisted on taking (the resulting photo was framed in the office and in the website; in the photo he looked like a smug cat, Mob and Serizawa looked like stiff wooden panels, and Tome, horrified, looked eerily similar to her mother, while Dimple despite being there did not appear in the photograph), and it was a picture of Mob mid-way through blinking with his hand up in the beginning of forming the peace sign and Reigen arguing at the air while Tome argues at Reigen. Also in it Serizawa looked exasperated and confused.

Despite not actually wanting psychic powers, Reigen really, really wants to see their auras. The few glimpses he gets from when the espers use enough power to gain some semblance of visibility to the naked eye leaves him mesmerised.

He also isn't really afraid of them. Sometimes he feels Mob's or Serizawa's aura wrapping around him, like a protective touch on his shoulder or the small of his back when a client gets especially rude or rowdy, or during an especially dangerous exorcism. It freaked him out at first but he gets used to the warm, buzzing static over time.

His nose scrunches up when he's trying to concentrate.

He only learnt the existence of the undo button when he took a photoshop class one time.

He takes the kids and Serizawa to outings sometimes but with a strict (however fairly (and unusually) generous) budget. This leads to beach episodes and zoo/amusement park visits and hikes to watch meteor showers Tome talks about a lot during the weeks prior.

He's practically memorised the kids' favourite snacks and keeps them in stock in the office's snack cabinet. They are sweeped out clean without fail every single week.

He turns on classical music/instrumentals in the background when he's trying to focus. He always needs some sort of white noise.

One time Tome gave him handmade chocolate. They turned out to be chocolate-covered bugs from her friend. He hasn't and will never recover from the trauma.

When Mob first arrived he tried to quit smoking (replaces it with chewing gum, lollipops etc) but immediately caves 2 weeks in. The longest he's lasted without a cigarette is a couple months. He indulges in the occasional cigarette once every few weeks but keeps a limit of 4 sticks/week and not going beyond that. He sometimes fails to keep his word.

There's always the smell of tobacco clinging on him and his suit. He can't get rid of it.

His emergency contact includes his mom and Mob before he switched it to his mom and Serizawa because, well. Mob's a kid. His mom doesn't use the number he has saved anymore but he doesn't bother asking for her new one.

Food/Drinks Headcanons

He likes citrus.

He likes mushrooms, and moreso when in dishes like soup.

He isn't exactly a coffee person, but when he consumes caffeine it hits him almost immediately. You can practically see it set in in his eyes. He gets jittery and restless. (More so than usual lmao.)

He isn't a tea person either, nor does he have a preference in tea, though they keep different kinds of tea in the office and most of them are not-so-cheap-but-affordable hojicha, which are the clients' popular preference, so he drinks those.

When he makes tea he often leaves the kettle on for too long. His special move is pouring cold water from the sink over the cup(s) to compensate for his mistake.

He doesn't cook often for himself, but he has enough cooking skills to be confident enough to make a good meal when he tries/should he need to impress somebody, but not enough to go without a proper recipe. The problem is that he references them without actually following them. He's too impatient and stirs things when he should let them be, he refuses to measure practically anything, he forgets things and leaves after turning the stove dial on the highest setting and burns the food and tries to do multiple tasks at once without following a set order, he uses too many pans and pots, and he makes a mess. He's a menace in the kitchen but he can be trusted enough not to burn it down.

Follow-up on that last one: he thinks cooking can be a hobby of his if he dedicates more time on it, but it's the kind of activity that's easier (and more enjoyable) with company. He lacks that.

Physical/Appearance Headcanon

I stand by the hc that Reigen bleaches his hair. Mostly because I think he greys quickly. His natural hair is dark brown almost black, and the strands are stiff from constant bleaching.

He's got scars all over him from exorcisms and fist fights and what have you, but most of them are little nicks and cuts that have faded over. The notable ones are his top surgery scars (and this is an insignificant but harmless detail but the nerves on one of his pecs healed weirdly), the scar over his back from when Sakurai's sword sliced him back in the 7th division arc, and the scar mostly hidden under his bangs from the rubble that hit his head back in Mob's psychic outburst.

He has a little pudge around his stomach. There are stomach rolls there when he bends or slouches.

He tries to keep himself fit by working out, but he has horrible stamina. Around confession arc he starts having more defined muscle along his arms, though they've always been there from massages but hidden beneath his sleeves.

He takes good care of his hands and are very mindful about them. He thinks they're one of the first things a client would notice about him (but that's mostly because he moves his hands around a lot). Aside from the massage oils he uses during "physical exorcisms" he also uses lotion to keep them soft. He trims his nails short regularly and makes sure they're clean. Despite all that they are sweaty almost 90% of the time.

He. Has. Prominent. Eyebags. This man is an insomniac and a workaholic. He uses cheap foundation sometimes to cover them up but they get cakey and cracky during the day and he sweats buckets so they're mostly futile. He keeps using them anyway.

His lips have a darker shade from years of smoking but he tries to keep them from getting dry by using lip balm.

He has freckles all over his skin and spanning along his shoulders, and they practically bloom on his skin during the summer.

He has little crinkles between his brows and the edges of his eyes, lines under them. Some are smile lines, some are frown lines.

He has crooked teeth. He keeps good hygiene of them, though.

Family & Childhood Headcanons

He used to sit on his hands to stop them from moving because he's been told multiple times that they gesture a lot when he talks.

He had a childhood dog.

His mother used to make lemon cakes for his birthday.

His grandparents used to garden. He used to help.

The first time he smoked a cigarette was age eleven, when his father offered it to him one time to "have a taste of what it's like to be a man". Age sixteen, he started sneaking out to smoke. By the time he grew up the habit stuck and he mostly smokes as an excuse to take breaks between customer service during his watercooler job. (This was picked up from my short little fic drawn to the flame which is somewhat of a character study centered around Reigen's smoking addiction :D)

His sister is a lawyer and makes wild gesticulations with her hands when defending a client in court. (Ik it was probably mentioned somewhere that she works for a bank BUT when have I cared. Also the vision of wild wrist rotations being a thing that runs in the Reigen family is too good to not practically be canon already.)

His grades weren't all great but he tries. He just can't seem to pay attention in class or sit still for too long. He sucked (still does) at math.

In school he was pretty popular because he's loud and charismatic and lays the charm thick on first impressions, but popularity comes with it some kids that weren't as fond of him as others are.

He calls his sister sometimes, or at least picks up when she does. He wishes he got to spend more time with her before they moved out.

I imagine young Reigen as skinny with gangly limbs and too-big hands and there's always a band aid on him somewhere for some reason.

Anyway that's all I've got for now. I might come up w more but. *shrugs* who knows.

Now that I think about it, maybe I should make a post for headcanons of Reigen's sister... hm.

[harrysmimi]

Gotchu!

Coffee And Pancakes series P13

Synopsis: YN pranks Harry after he's returned home from the gym

Idea courtesy to @vrittivsanghavi

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It was a day off for YN, so she decided to spend it at home.

She has been making a crochet bag for her mother-in-law for her birthday which was coming up soon. She cosied up on the sofa with a cup of tea with a rerun of her favourite show on, taking in some alone time. She had dropped off Milo to the vet for his checkup, surgery and vaccine updates this morning, he's due pick up in the evening. And she went grocery shopping for few things she needs to try out this new baking recipe.

Though Harry will be home soon, he had to rush to a quick meeting and then he went to the gym for a little. He came home way too soon.

YN heard the door open and close as Harry walked in dressed in his workout clothes and cup of coffee in his hand. His tote bag hung over his shoulder.

"Hey baby." He smiled at her, "I'm just gonna go take a shower real quick and be with you, yeah?"

"Hi, yes of course." YN nodded, and sat there starting on her new project.

Anne loved one of YN's bag she made and wore on one of their girls day out, since then YN's been wanting to make one for her. Her birthday was coming up so it was the best occasion to take advantage of. Gift giving is really nit her thing, so this was a golden opportunity for her there.

Harry's been jealous. He wants one too but he steals her bag everytime so he doesn't really know how to ask for one. He felt stupid. But at the same time it warmed his heart to see how the women who raised him get along so well with the woman he fell in love with.

He's honestly got to up his game of birthday presents for his mum after this. It's always been his forte, but a handmade gift has special value to it to everyone.

YN had been asking him what colour he thinks his mum would like the bag to be. It was a tricky choice to make without letting Anne can not know about this. It is a surprise.

"It's coming along right?" Harry asked he sat next to her, freshly showered and shirtless with droplets of water still shining on his shoulders and chest. YN rught away snuggled to his side.

"This is the last square for the bag." She said as she continued to crochet.

"That colour looks very pretty by the way." He added.

"Yeah? I'm making you one too." She beamed at him in excitement, "you can take this one and I'll give Mummy Anne the other one."

"Oh, thank you love." He chuckled watching her go back to do her thing, "I've been wanting to ask you to make ine for me, but didn't wanted to bother you."

"Please, you're never a bother to me." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah--" Harry realised something, "baby, where's Milo? He's usually attacking my feet by now." Harry asked looking around.

YN was too busy counting up the stitches on the crochet piece, or was she? Actually she was cooking a plan to prank him in that moment. She's the bored okay!

"He's in the Man Cave you built you or he must asleep in some nook." She shrugged, which had Harry immediately jumping up to go look for their fur baby.

"Did he eat McFish--" he checked the aquarium but the fish was the swimming around with the secure lid still on. "No, baby, did he fell into toilet bowl again?"

"You just came from the bathroom, didn't you see?" YN called from him as he frantically ran to their only bathroom to check.

Milo was just learning to adjust to the closed litter box, which was kept in the bathroom obviously and being the cat he is, he jumped on the box and accidentally falling into the toilet bowl. It was his fault that he didn't closed the lid.

YN had to bathe him twice after that, because well he doesn't let Harry give him the baths. Yeah, he's that spoilt. But Harry still loves him, he's just grown to bond with Milo. Even though the kitten always tries to trip and make him fall the best he could, or when he just attacks his dad's toes for no apparent reason. No, no, he doesn't do that to his mum, he's in fact very cuddly and sweet with her. Well, occasionally the cat likes to cuddle with Harry but that's very rare. That doesn't change the fact he loves that cat to bits.

"He's not there." He announced, "baby can you please put that down? We can find the cat!"

"Check in his man cave, dude!" She tried to break out laughing the best she could, acting nonchalant as Milo does like to be on his own sometimes.

Harry walked upto the little-- well it's not very little box fixed seven feet above the ground for Milo to sit in and rule over his kingdom along with wooden steps and comfiest bedding inside. The cat even sleeps in it at night. Harry had it custom made for just him, with facy ass design and his name plate on the front. Harry called it: Milo's Man Cave.

News flash, Milo isn't in his man cave.

"We have the balcony all netted and shit, where is he?" Harry was stressing out now. "Did you leave the door open by any chance?"

"Uhhh, no..." YN tried to act like she is not very sure and surprisingly it worked.

"Baby, no don't fuck with me like that!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bedroom to grab a shirt. He was soon heading out the door to check but YN's phone started ringing so he stopped thinking someone might have found him. He's microchipped, and got a collar with his name YN's number on it (not his for his privacy and as a prevention from getting his number leaks). He was teary eyed by now.

"Hello Ms. YLN, this is Amy from Medivet. How are you doing today?" The girl on the line spoke.

Now YN doesn't have her phone on speaker but Harry could hear the girl speaking through. It was Milo's vet. But he's still anxious.

"Hello, I'm good, thanks and you?" YN said politely.

"I'm doing fine. I've called you to let you that Milo is ready to be taken home, so you can come pick him up." The girl sounded very upbeat.

Harry immediately pulled out his phone to check, it was Milo's appointment day and his turn to tak him there. Fuck did she just pranked him?

"Yeah, I'll come pick him up in fifteen. Thank you, Amy." YN spoke before the girl was bidding her bye and hanging up.

"That was not good." He sniffled as he went on to grab his car keys with a puppy face on.

"Harry, I'm sorry!" She cooed rushing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Got anxious!" He sighed, "he's just too little."

"I know, I'm sorry, don't cry please." She tried to hug him.

"God my heart in beating fast," he sat down on the dining table chair.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was just trying to prank you." She felt embarassing now as she now hugged him. With her hand rested on his chest she could really feel how fast his heart was beating then which made her feel even more mad and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Hazza."

"Just don't." He gently pushed her away. "This isn't funny, YN."

"I'm sorry." She repeated herself, now with her own eyes getting teary and a puppy face on she stood there in the corner.

Now, Harry doesn't usually get upset. He's just that caring and understanding but when he rarely does, he gets really badly upset. This seemed to be one of those rare times and he used her first name in ages. She just grabbed her car keys and slipped on her slippers to go pick up the baby.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding!" He rushed to pull her back giggling, "gotchu!"

"God you little shit, can't just turn this around on me!" She whined now crying like a baby in defeat.

"Don't you cry now." He wiped off her tears, "not going to lie, you did get me until I heard Medivet. Got you back though." He seemed proud of himself as he tightly hugged her.

"No, go away!" She tried to push him off but he barely budged.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"No, move, I have to pick him up." She now managed to pull away.

"Hey come on, this is not fair!" He whined, "well... Baby I'm sorry." He grabbed her face cooing as he placed sloppy wet kisses in her cheek and mouth. It took him a second to realise that. "You sit and relax, I will make the trip to get him."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, to double check.

"Am I?" She countered.

"Of course you are, my darling." He placed another kiss on her mouth and got one right back.

"You are too then." She finally smiled.

"Okay, bet back in thirty, yeah?" He placed a few more kisses on her face.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I love you!" And she recieved another kiss.

"I love you too!" She reciprocated, "now go bring our son home."

"Yes, yes." He quickly put his shoes on before he was headed out, "oh, keys!"

"Here." She handed him her car key as she was holding it, with that he was heading out again.

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This is not how I intended it to go but dayummmm this is hilarious!!!!!! *cries"

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[st-el-la-luna]

Thinking about @bluegiragi Monster AU

Specifically; Crow Harpy Gaz

He's such a sweet little thing, still as cheeky as ever, not one to back down from a fight.

When he sees you for the first time, his eyes widen imperceptibly. He tilts his head to one side, then the next, blinking curiously.

He realizes you've said something and he lets out a tiny coo in surprise before clearing his throat. He offers you a taloned hand and a smile. "Name's Gaz... Lovely to make your acquaintance."

He's definitely got bird like mannerisms. Bobs up and down when he's excited, bouncing from foot to foot. He always calls out when he sees you, unable to suppress the happy crowing when you walk into the room. Usually, just your name or some term of endearment, occasionally accompanied by a horrid melody of chirps and tweets (crows are not known for their musical ability).

His wings were always his pride and joy, but he takes even better care of them now, even when deployed. One day, when you both were back from leave, you complimented his wings.

"They look so glossy and soft! You've been taking care of them, haven't you, pretty bird?"

And oh how he preens. He practically melts.

Pretty bird. Pretty bird. Pretty bird.

He wants to hear you say it again. And again. And again. And again. And-

He gets the best products he can, enlisting the other members of the Task force (yes, even Ghost) to help him with his wing care. The feathers shine like they never have before.

Whenever you're around, Gaz will stand a little straighter. Puff out his chest. Raise his wings slightly and stretch them out just a bit. Feathers fluffing. You never fail to compliment him and he never fails to preen and to coo.

He starts bringing you things. Not to you, not directly at least. But to your barracks. You're able to figure out who it is easily enough.

"When I laid down to sleep last night I found this big rock on my bed, hurt like hell." You say off handedly one morning in the mess hall.

Ghost chastises you for not checking your surroundings. Soap laughs at you and your misfortune. Price asks if you're okay. Gaz deflates a little.

Ever since, the gifts are left on your night table.

You find small things at first. Stray bottle caps, shiny rocks, an old penny. Then, he becomes a little more bold.

Flowers, and berries and seashells and glass. He only realizes what's happening– that he's courting you– when you approach him with a container of brownies.

"What's this for?" He asks as you set it in his hands.

"You're always getting me things," you say with a smile. "Figured it's time I give you something too."

He tries to deny it. Really, he does. Cheeks burning, feathers puffed out. Tells you he has no idea what you're talking about. But then you set your hand on his and offer him a smile that has him weak in the knees.

"No use in lying to me, pretty bird. I know you too well for that."

He caves and accepts the brownies with a smile.

The gifts increase tenfold. No longer left shyly on your bedside. He seeks you out. Presenting you with the gifts like a cat bringing its owner a mouse. His chest puffed out, shoulders back, wings out. He's showing off.

He loves it.

What he loves even more is the way you coo at him and thank him. Your smile is genuine every time.

He starts bringing you things. Expensive things. Gourmet chocolates. Rings. Small jewels.

One morning, at breakfast, he takes your hand in his and fastens a bracelet around it like this is a normal thing to do.

Soap makes fun of him for it. Gaz doesn't even get the chance to be mad at the werewolf. Not when you press a little kiss to his cheek and thank him so sweetly. You tell him he doesn't need to spend money on you. He tells you he wants to.

One day, after a particularly hard mission, Gaz returns to his bunk and all but collapses in bed. There's a plate of cookies and a handmade bracelet waiting for him on his nightstand. And a little note with your sweet words of encouragement.

Immediately his fatigue is gone.

He's out of his room, hurrying through the hallways. Wings fluttering so much he's lifting a bit off the floor.

He slams your door open without knocking. You're lying in bed, reading. You jump, startled, blinking up at him in surprise.

"Kyle! You scared me!"

He's on you in a heartbeat. Arms and wings wrapping around you like they'll never let you go.

If ever you were unsure about his feelings for you, you weren't now. Now with the way he melts against you, pressing so close, so tight, it's like he wants to become one.

"Can... Can I... Can I please?"

He asks, breathless, eyes on your lips. His mouth falls open slightly and he lets out a stuttering breath as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. You nod.

Gaz wastes no time. The kiss starts out sweet, soft and chaste. He peppers these kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your temples, you nose, your chin, your eyelids. Nowhere is safe.

But the kisses soon become demanding. All tongue and teeth. Hot and wet and desperate. Like he needs you like he needs the air he breathes. Like he needs you to live.

"You're mine, right?" He whispers against your lips, voice gentle, eyes pleading. "Only mine?"

"Only yours," you whisper back, a hand stroking the feathers of his wings. "And you're mine... My pretty bird."

Gaz preens as he dives in for another kiss.

Your pretty bird...

Yeah. He decides as he pushes you down onto the bed, tongue licking desperately at yours. Yeah, he can live with that.

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[cheesus-doodles]

Hello! :) I was just reading your sugar daddy bff baji, and I thought it was so cute! ♡

I wanted to request: what would happen if bajis birthday comes up or a special day for reader and baji, and you know she's kinda broke.. would she use the black card that baji gave her to buy baji a nice gift?? or would she somehow work around using the card?

Love your work! It's nice to read :D

ahhh thank you! it's been a while since i wrote about baji, have some yan sugar bff baji!

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I think you wouldn't be the sort to use the black card Baji gives you to buy him a gift, ya know? Even if he has given you free reign to do whatever you want - money barely makes any sense to him now that he was a Bonten executive, after all, and not like he checks what the card is being used on - but its just not in you to spend what isn't your money, especially not as a gift for your bestfriend.

A special day for the two of you, birthday or not, is a special day regardless that is worth celebrating in your eyes. Whether Baji agrees or not does not concern you because one puppy eye look will have your bestfriend cave - he for one, can't say no to you of all people, and for two, Baji absolutely can't risk you even thinking about hanging out with someone other than him.

So yes, you do find a way to work around the card, even if you are broke af. You could save up your own money to buy him a gift of course, though that definitely will come with a tinge of "what if he thinks its bought with his card" guilt to it. You know Baji wouldn't care, but you do.

So the other alternative would be to pull together a birthday plan that does not involve spending a ton of money. Asking Mikey to give Baji the day off is simple enough, though said black-haired boy doesn't quite approve of you talking to Mikey after he finds out.

But a homecooked breakfast quickly soothes over any unhappy nerves from you interacting with Baji's less savoury colleagues, followed by a leisurely day of cafe hopping, picnicking by the river with all of his favourite snacks, and window shopping - just like the two of you used to do as school kids.

And then the highlight of the day would be you surprising him with a handmade gift; it could be a plush keychain of a cat with both of your names stitched on it that Baji would be happy to parade around with hanging from his phone, or a scunchie you made for him to keep his hair up during his fights, or even a cat food bowl that you doodled all over for his office cats.

This boy will be happy with the sole fact that you want to celebrate a special day with him, given he does spend a lot of time working in Bonten, dealing with the darkest and most horrid of crimes for Mikey. He doesn't know what he'll do without you by his side, so your plan regardless of what you choose to do as a gift, ultimately always goes off without a hitch. Makes sure to take some time out of the day to bring you out to play with the community stray cats that he still cares for because he loves to see you get excited about the friendly cats.

Mikey and the rest of the Bonten executives never fail to make fun of Baji after he returns from these sort of vacations, though at least they know better than to touch your gifts to him.

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

[devilslamb]

I want to know if Dale decided to hire an assistant, besides Ruth, one who was actually on a payroll and would just help him make the dolls, what would their first day of working for him look like? I want to know how that man would welcome someone completely new to his Satan cave.

ouuu, this would be so interesting. hmmm,, id imagine him probably getting ruth to put in ads in the paper, waiting for someone to call the house number. waiting by the phone all day when he hasn't anything to do (and lets be honest, he doesn't do much other than make dolls now that ruth is his accomplice LOL)

i think it'd be pretty uneventful just because i think dale is dutiful, no shenanigans on the job type of guy, especially with such gruesome work.

their first day... slinking into a crowded house and down into the basement isnt at all what they expected when they called in for the ad. the stairs are steep, and the basement is so cluttered yet so.. organized? it's quite odd how the room is so put together yet so clunky with books and blankets and handmade quilts.

he makes his presence known by giving a high pitched "oh!" you know how. he's suddenly behind you with his hands politely crossed in front of him, fidgeting with his fingers. probably scaring the shit out of you. he doesnt really introduce himself. rather, he tells you to sit down at the bench so you can get started

most of the work is in making the dolls, so you'd be sharing the workload with him, if you're quick to learn

dale is a very hands-on teacher. not in that way, either. i dont think he's a man of many words, so trying to explain stuff would be so frustrating for him when he could just show you how to do it

you're seated at his work bench and he's so uncomfortably close behind you, shoulders practically caging you in between him and the bench. you can smell him, he's so close.

hes watching you carefully, raggedy breaths in your ear. it's so uncomfortable and tense for no reason. like something bad is about to happen. but nothing ever does.

all you hear is the occasional footsteps above you, eerie whispering, and his heavy breathing. no music or white noise to avoid any distractions. just him and the devil keeping you company.

he hands you the tools and gives you the name along with it. short little "brush" or "glue" in his sluggish voice. he doesn't say much else.

when you're making a mistake, he grabs your wrist in a sluggish motion but with a firm grip and redirects the tool in your hand. he's extremely picky but spares the patience for you.

though after a couple of hours of things not going right, he twitches, shoulders curled up like a threatened cat. he's huffing and puffing a bit, burning holes in the back of your head with his stare. hes grinding his teeth a bit too.

if you do something right, he gives your shoulder a gentle and reassuring squeeze (though it unnerves you) accompanied by a low, gravelly "mm good". he doesn't spare the praises either, making sure to let you know well you're doing.

once he's a little more confident in you doing each task right, he'd probably pop a record on. maybe one of his own, or maybe one he favors. something old and classic, maybe some alice cooper. just light listening to offer a much-needed buffer from the silence.

before you know it, you're there through some of the night, and it seems time has flown by when doing the devil's work, but he lets you know to come back tomorrow depending on how well you've done.

sorry this is a little boring, but i cant imagine him getting someone to help. hes such an insular person to me that hed rather do it himself to ensure it gets done right, but yk i dont think he'd be too terrible at training someone to help him. he'd probably very much appreciate it.

[ectafoole]

here are some of the many short pitches I have made for Caves of Qud Patreon bonus pets that have not (yet) been selected for implementation:

the greasemother: a pile of wailing ooze spawned in the Heptagon Underkitchens

Clem: a warped shard of Tzimtzlum populates itself across your journey

spiny dancer: pretty pointy perilous pirouetting pal

five bats: in search of a lost count, but they found you

Lil Fun Gal: the pet who occupies an arm slot

Fire-on-Asphalt: a wingless, smaller variant of the dawnglider kept by Northern Issachari (approved, chosen, and written)

Ooh-EEE-ee: baboon girl thats her (written)

a ghostly hart, ever at the corner of your vision: he won’t let you get close, yet your enemies lie dead (adapted to a later pitch)

Tlepolemus: we thought he was a goner, but the ray cat came back

Daruel: an enthusiastic stray hyrkhound, ‘drooly’ for short

Cht-tst: luminous butterfly wings keep her aloft betwixt waking and dream

a floating crystalline octahedron: 🔷 (written)

commemorative sultan automaton: handmade in the 2nd century AR by a collective of hermit artisans

[yanderefarm]

Been kinda depressed and low-energy, so I have been lurking mostly, but I have to briefly come out of my cave and say just how cute the cat post was. Sylvan as a persian! Truly a trophy pet to show off and bathe in attention and affection. And Noemie as a sphinx is so cute... I'm normally pretty neutral about sphinx cats, but with him it's somehow so fitting and endearing. He looks so sad and embarrassed in that drawing I have got to shower him with attention and kisses. Also the choker and the "trauma" shirt -- I don't have anything coherent to say abt them but they rly work in the context somehow. Tickle the brain just right or something. Ares as a maine coon and Nephite as a tuxedo make so much sense, too. Great post, 10/10, excellent stuff as always, bunny

- 🦎

cat boy silvan is literally this in my head that's why he's covered in pink.

i love sphynx cats i love ugly little bald animals like hairless guinea pigs. oh to make them handmade sweaters and kiss them.

tbh like i knew the trauma shirt was going to come out unintentionally hilarious. i just can't resist making him wear disturbing movie tshirts. but bc of how i drew them u completely miss my actual joke tshirt.... which is that ajax's shirt says purramour.

lurking is so valid i have been doing like a lil bit here and there. but i always appreciate when people share their thoughts with me!! sometimes I can feel like i am talking to the void--

[internetgiraffekid1673]

My RWA Students Part 5

Claire Dreamshard:

Claire is basically the nicest person alive. She's the kind of person who literally has no enemies because she's just kind to everyone all the time. While she is an introverted homebody, she manages to be a social butterfly at the same time by just genuinely caring deeply about everyone she meets and having the tact to express that appropriately.

She is the person who always knows a guy and has probably given the guy handmade christmas presents, defended the guy from a hoarde of monsters, babysat the guy's kids, or has otherwise caused the guy to feel deeply indebted to her.

Claire is also just a really happy person in general. She enjoys being alive in a way that can be a bit disconcerting, because activities that others will find boring or routine or unpleasant still give her a measure of joy. She finds joy in going to class and learning to pay wizard taxes and waking up sick because "Oh my gosh you guys isn't it just so cool how all this stuff works?" Like it still sucks, she'd still rather be doing something else, but the inherent coolness of living a life is something she never takes for granted.

Claire is in love with clothes. She likes to feel pretty, she likes to look at and work with pretty clothes, and she likes to share that feeling with other people. She's been into embroidery since she was a little girl, but after coming to school and meeting her rather reckless friends who are all running on some combination of spite, coffee, and sheer dumb luck, she figured it was important to pick up actual sewing. If for no other reason than making sure Jax goes to class without scorch marks on everything. In any case, she is the person who consistently makes sure everyone else looks presentable and is dressed for the situation, be it a thesis defense, an exciting jaunt to the haunted cave, or a sleepover.

Claire is also something of a Luigi or a Shaggy Rogers when it comes to the more intense stuff her friends drag her into---she's not exactly thrilled to be in dangerous or uncomfortable situations and will never seek them out herself, but she responds less with outright fear and more with a "gee I don't know about this," and then does it anyway. She's actually the second most competent duelist of the group, after Vigilance, but this is NOT well advertised, since she basically never has a reason to start a fight.

Claire is closest to Paige, who is her girlfriend, and Vigilance, who is her. . .skittish feral cat basically, (we'll get to them in a minute). But, she does love all of her friends very much and is almost unnervingly supportive of them all. She is the world's biggest cheerleader, and the only time she ever gets anything less than pleasant to be around is when you're mean to them.

While she is terrible at being mean or threatening, she's excellent at being vindictive, manipulative, and following through on threats for others. Depending on the severity of your "crime" you could be on the recieving end of anything from barely-non-lethal ice magic to everybody not talking to you for a week because you made Claire cry. Everyone knows you don't cross her or her people because then EVERYBODY will hate you.

[moonbiscuitsims]

Juana Iris, spellcaster and gemologist (backstory)

Juana is an apprentice spellcaster and aspiring gemologist. She moved in her Grandmothers old home in Willow Creek after she sadly passed, which she's made her own. Her grandmother introduced her to crystals at a young age, as they're very common in Willow Creek, and they fascinated her, and she also told her of legends of spellcasters. In one of her old journals during her move in, she found out how to access the magical realm and couldn't believe it was all true. Unfortunately she is neither a good spellcaster yet nor a competent gemologist, as tends to find only fossils which are actually valuable and great for paying the bills or buying supplies, but to her they just look like junk. She sells them to get money to buy crystals in the realm of magic, but really feels like she should find her own to have more connection with them. She works extra hard improving her skills and studying magic, as well as spending many hours digging for crystals. She hopes to one day fill all her cabinets with beautiful cut or uncut gems and handmade jewellery, and down the line sell them or even open her own store to sell crystals and potions. Juana has no other family and gets lonely sometimes but she wants to get a cat familiar soon to keep her company once she can stabilise her career. She travels to the magical realm quite often, to spend time at the academy meeting other spellcasters. Her mentor is Simeon but aside from granting her access to magic he doesn't teach her much. She is quite moody and tends to get a bit depressed, especially during the day, she likes sleeping a lot during the light hours, as she's a night owl. She only goes out during the day to collect gems with better light for a few hours, which makes her quite uncomfortable, her skin is very delicate to the sun and it makes her feel moodier. That's something she loves about the magical realm, it isn't too bright even during the day. She'd like to find a cave nearby where she can mine for crystals in a darker cooler setting. She also talks to all her plants, mainly her mushrooms every morning before bed and every evening when she wakes. Her garden is haunted by little spirits which scared her at first, one of the reasons she wasn't sure about living here, but she is getting used to them. Other hobbies of hers include looking through her telescope, watching horror movies and making japanese food.

[tears-of-amber]

ATTENTION CAT LOVERS WHO WANT TO SUPPORT THE WOMEN OF NEPAL!

This is the cutest find I’ve found for cat caves!

It is 100% Merino wool, and is handmade by the women of Nepal to help support their families! I just got mine! It’s such good quality and worth the price! I just thought I’d post about it and give you guys the link:

I think @crazycatsiren might find these cute!

[heresthelocallaundromat]

1.3.2025

my first entry of 2025, and i guess i don't have much to say about it. things have been fine, fine and just okay. lately, i spend my time drawing for hours or moving my furniture around, as if it will make something in my head feel a bit better, or maybe the ghosts will be less lonesome. i recently got a kotatsu, which is a type of small table that has a heater underneath. it has added depth to the mostly empty apartment, but i can not lie, often times i feel so lame compared to the other 20-something year olds when i look at my dwelling versus theirs.

it is so easy to forget that many people are very lucky, they made it through college or their parents help a great deal or maybe they are pretty enough to get large enough tips to afford the most trendy heeled boots on depop or whatever new age ebay like site they use. my house is filled with the remnants of my prior lives and the current personality i now claim, who is mostly the same as she once was, but is a bit more stable, more capable of standing on the earth, the rough asphalt beneath the feet over floating away.

my house is me, i guess, at least that is what my best friends say, the few people i allow into the cave. it is all crocheted quilts of colors no one really liked enough, so they gave them to the charity shops i sometimes roam. it is a rainbow of handmade scarves and letters written by people who see me and not through the window frame of my heart and guts and soul and bones. they cling to the sinew and leave bloodied finger prints on the cabinets lit aglow by christmas lights i leave up all year. it is candle holders made from mason jars and finished wine bottles, all pinks and purples and mint. it is smoke from the incense that smells exactly like the ones my grandmother burnt throughout my childhood. it is old weed containers and empty lighters. it is sketches and drawings and the pieces of forgotten only to be found papers and set lists and dead magicians and book receipts from 2020. it is the smell of japanese curry and too many boxes of tea and mugs we stole from the multitudes of houses i claimed as my own yet never felt invited in.

the thing i have noticed most in the last year is how uncomfortable i make everyone by the presence alone. when i laugh and joke, the assumption is that i am not clean anymore, and when i wash my hands or gather dishes, the jokes about self-induced-sick is whispered like i can not hear it beyond the paper walls of my aunts house. when it seems i have stopped eating again or stopped sleeping again or a scratch that looks a little too deep is seen, it is like i am a ghost haunting, or maybe a monster in the sink drain. even when i tell them i am okay and i have ate and i just want my fingers not sticky from the candy in my pocket or that i will sleep soon, i just forgot to take my medication or my cat got spooked in the middle of the night, it all just sounds like excuses i once gave when i really was sick and thought it never mattered too much.

uncomfortable is the word i would use for myself, as in, i am uncomfortable in general, and i make everything uncomfortable. i do not fit right and i am a piece to the lost puzzle trying to fit into the erratic jig saw. when my sister walks into my apartment, she stands there and laughs awkwardly like i am a stranger she met for the first time two weeks ago. when i smile wide at my mom and make a joke, she tells me to not take it out on the people around me. it leaves me confused, i guess. even my dad seems a bit angry when i walk into the room, like i set them all on edge. like they are waiting for the explosion.

if i could tell them anything that would come across as vulnerable truth, it would be that i wish they would give me a chance, that they really only ever associate me with my angry years of adolescence led on by the violence no one ever acknowledges, the kind that leaves heavy and often irreparable scar tissue. it hurts most in the cold. that maybe i am proof that sometimes, some rage filled children are the most compassionate adults, and sometimes, the world feels so unfair and dark and out of control and now i am overstimulated and my skin burns and my ears are stinging something awful.

mostly, i guess i would tell them i am better and let me show you in my jokes and my smiles, the sober and somber type. 26 year old me is not the same as 16 year old me, nor is she anything like 6 year old me. the only sameness is the sadness that sticks to my skin like the smoke from my american spirits.

i asked my friends today what it was that makes me so uncomfortable, off kilter. even as an adult, i feel like that weird girl that just does not know how to smile in the way that people think is pretty without her trying. i do not know what it is about me that makes me unlike other girls, but i wish i had the answer so i could fix it and know what it is like to be enjoyed and something comforting. they can not really give me an answer, because they are my friends and can only be kind to me.

my life is very lonesome because of it, and i crave the acceptance i see within everyone else. the parties and the inside jokes and the sharing of meals and the invites to the things twenty something year old women do. the brief tastes of it, i still felt like i was somewhere i did not really belong, and i often think that is why no one hangs out with me past the one time that they do, and only in group settings. what is that? like, i mean, what is that where you can not belong even when you seem to do the right things, wear the right clothes, smoke the right drugs, listen to the right artists and watch the right movies. even when it is genuine, i still do not know why i make everyone go away.

it eats me up a lot, i can not lie.

maybe my next post will be positive, and i am sorry this one is not. i guess 2025 does not feel how i thought it would.

[c4ali5s]

It was easy to choose them, no one was going to rescue them, & no one was going to miss them. Most of the time their own parents were the ones that offered them for the selection. They were young, all of them virgins, their families locked them up in their homes to make sure they were at the time they had to offer a “wife” to the monster.

All of them had something that doomed them to be chosen by the people of that village.

The first decision was very hasty, a girl that couldn’t talk because they cut her tongue when she was born, she couldn't say a thing, or refuse when the time came.

The next time they were prepared, 4 weeks before the moment of the election they went to the orphanage y took a poor girl who had lost her leg by an animal attack, when the time came they left her in the ground in front of the dwelling of the beast with a bag tied to the remains of her missing leg, just in case the sacrifice wasn’t enough for the creature.

The last sacrifice was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair; she was blind. Born without the ability to see, the doctors took out her eyeballs & sewed her eyelids close, she looked like she was asleep all the time.

Again, they had to choose a sacrifice for the monster, this was going to be the fifteenth girl that the town left in the monster's territory. This time in front of the creature's lair there was a young girl, tall, with the skin as white as the snow, except for her face, half of it was totally burnt, the other half showed how beautiful she could have been if her house didn’t burn, or if someone took her out of the house sooner.

She was chosen one month ago, locked up in a small cabin in the center of the town so she was guarded all the time. When the day came, three men grabbed the young girl & guided her in silence through the forest & in front of an obscure cave where they knew the beast lived.

The young woman was terrified, with her good eye she was looking in all directions & spilled tears trying to not make a single sound, praying to all the gods she knew that all of that was a horrible dream.

When the night came tha lady saw some light coming from the cave, she was trembling like  a leaf, she closed her eyes & waited for the moment when she was finally going to be eaten, or murdered; no one knew what that being did to the girls they offered to it, but they never saw them again.

She could hear steps nearing her. The girl was petrified, & it wasn’t until something touched her shoulder that she could look. In front of her there was an old lady, with her face completely disfigured by what seemed like animal claws. Behind her there were more women, of different ages, all of them with some kind of deformation or disability, & behind them was the creature.

It was giant, covered in dark scales that shone under the torches that the girls around it carried. In the place the girl assumed was the face she could see two shiny red eyes that were almost covered by a heavy head of hairs that started at its neck, where the scales ended, & came down to the ground. The hair was adorned with flowers of all shapes, kinds & colors. Some bits of its hair were tied around its head with some braids that were held by ornaments that looked handmade, delicate & beautiful. Behind the hair she could see its face, almost couldn’t see his nose, which was flat to the monsters rough face, it had an enormous mouth, she could see the tip of its tongue poking through the mouth giving it an aspect almost ridiculous to the monster that terrorized her town even before her grandmother was born. The creature walked with two legs, but when it stilled & stopped approaching her it laid in the ground like the cats did, hiding its arms under its torso.

The girls around her untied her & helped her stand up. Between them she could recognize the blind girl that was sacrificed ten years ago, she was led by another girl that was completely bald & had dark skin.

Ignoring her blindness, the young woman seemed to be fine, & more importantly, she didn’t seem to be afraid of the creature that was behind her back.

The girls that helped her stand offered the newcomer food & water, they made sure that she was okay. While this happened, the girl couldn’t take her eyes off the creature that didn’t stray far from the caves entrance, like it knew that its presence scared her. Why were those women so relaxed?

Now that she looked closely, around the monster there were a couple of kids pulling the hairs that were between the creatures scales, & begged it to play with them. To the newcomer it was difficult to understand what was happening. Wasn’t that the monster that everyone was scared of?

The women around it were comfortable. She could see more that were hiding behind the beast.

Where did all those women come from? In her town they didn’t sacrifice all of them, it didn’t make sense that they were this many girls abandoned here with this beast.

The old lady that had approached her first smiled & took her hand gently, trying to make her go closer to the monster. The girl refused, & started crying scared, the other women around her smiled sadly, & a little bit amused, like it wasn’t the first time they saw that situation.

“Relax, child.” The voice of the old lady took her by surprise. She was calmed, wasn’t afraid at all. “He won’t hurt you, he’s been protecting us for a long time. A lot of generations.”

The girl couldn’t believe what she was hearing, how could a creature this grotesque be protecting them? They were supposed to be sacrifices, & he was supposed to eat them, or murder them, not take care of them. That was what she wanted to think, but the presence of the blind girl that she knew was proof that the beast didn’t hurt her in any way, visible, at least.

She looked again to the little girls that were around the creature, one of them climbed to the back of the monster & was grabbing his hairs with a lot of force, that looked painful. The other girl was in front of the beast, who opened his mouth gently & the girl admired its mouth, like the beast wasn’t able to eat her in one mouthful if he wanted. But he didn’t, when the girl got bored, he closed his mouth returning to his forever position of his mouth closed with his tongue poking through it.

Another girl approached her & smiled to her gently. This girl looked normal, compared to the other ones that surrounded them, she had red hair & green eyes. When she was close enough she could see a mark in her arm, a circle with a cross, it looked made with heat, like the markings on the cows. Ah, the girl was infertile. She couldn’t have kids, that’s why they left her in the forest.

The redhead grabbed the newcomer's hands & guided her slowly to the creature. Little by little, stopping when she was paralyzed with fear when looking at the creature.

“He saved us. Gave us a place we can call home. He gave us the option of going away from here, if that’s what we wanted, to live in another town. But all of the towns are the same.” While the girl was talking, all of the young ladies, old ladies & childs positioned themselves around the beast, & looked at her trying to convey to her the calm that she couldn’t feel. But after watching the way the girls talked & touched him she started feeling less nervous. “Our own parents & neighbors abandoned us, supposedly leaving us to the mercy of a bloodthirsty beast, but in exchange, we arrived at a warm home, where he protects us if someone molests us. He teaches us to defend ourselves for when he is not around, he lets us grow plants & food, develop our abilities. He is everything to us. He was the only thing that kept us alive, the only one that made us feel normal.”

Finally they arrived in front of the creature, he raised its head slowly & looked at the young woman. He didn’t talk, but through his eyes she could feel millions of emotions. She could see all of the girls that he helped in his long life, the girls that he had lost, most of them died when they had to, old, after living their life fully. But there had been some poor girls who had fallen ill, & he couldn’t do anything to help them. She could feel the sadness & frustration that he had felt when he saw them die, with all of their life ahead of them. That creature had feelings, more human than the persons who abandoned her in that place.

“Go on, do not be afraid. He won’t hurt you.”

Now she believed her. No, she knew. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her. The girl approached the beast, he took out his tongue even more & licked her face, creating at the same time a dark curtain with its hair that separated them from the other girls. In that moment the girl was surrounded by an immense feeling of sadness, frustration & calm.

Sadness because she understood that the person she had considered family since she was born didn’t love her. Frustration because she hasn't been able to do something to avoid being discarded like she was just trash. & calm because she knew she was not going to feel that way ever again. Those women that offered their hands to her, this creature of grotesque looks wasn't going to hurt her, he was going to give her a home, sisters, a place to sleep & eat.

Overwhelmed by these feelings, the girl couldn’t avoid crying again from her good eye. The beast licked those tears & made deep sounds with the intention of calming her. When the girl stopped crying the creature stood up & went in the direction of the cave.

The old lady approached her again & offered her a torch.

“Come child, tonight we still have a lot like you to rescue.”

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Hi! English is not my first lenguage, so sorry if some things don’t make sense. But I hope you enjoy this small writing. Also, it may have a lot of errors that I didn't see.

You're the all-so-feared Monster of the Grimlands. It's absurd to you, really. Every decade, the human town gives you a sacrifice, a young, virgin human bride. You just wish you could tell the town that you're running out of guest rooms for these poor ladies.