#he can still be a pathetic meow meow but know that there are limits

[crow-drawing-their-cards]

Gah I hate people who make Licorice super "girly" or child like. If he is a necromancer like we all think he is going to be dealing with dead body's. That means bugs, organs and blood and probably so much more. He wouldn't scream at seeing a spider. He wouldn't run away at the sight of blood. Hell he would probably watch horror movies for fun and not get scared.

He is an adult for fucks sake. Stop making the 'pathetic' characters so weak. I could also go on with how people are turning Licorice into one of those 'yaoi' submissive boys who are extremely girly and petite and can't even imagine hurting someone else but most people get the point now if reading this far.

[wolfawaycamp]

I am humbly requesting LauraMax fluff, maybe including an ever growing number of pets because they keep bringing home strays? Y'all know where to find me if you have any questions 😂

🐰 Someday, Max told himself, he’d learn to say no.

To say no to a pair of sad puppy dog eyes, whether they were Laura’s or those of an actual, literal puppy dog. And Laura didn’t do sad eyes often, that was the thing that really got him about it. It was always a sneak attack when Max’s headstrong, self-assured girlfriend pulled out the big, sad baby blues, batted her eyelashes at him, and actually said, “please?” It was unfair, really, because it worked every single time. It was just giving Max the illusion of choice when he inevitably gave in and let Laura have whatever it was that she wanted.

That was how, across multiple separate occasions, they’d ended up with their current menagerie. Max had known that cohabiting with a veterinary student would expose him to a number of critters, but he hadn’t expected it to turn out quite like this. Certainly, Max hadn’t expected to turn into some kind of creature himself the summer before Laura embarked on her graduate school studies, but with what they now jokingly called ‘Wolf Boy Summer’ squared away (they had to laugh, you see, to keep from crying), the creatures had at least been smaller and more manageable.

They’d moved to San Francisco with only a tiny cage with two tiny mice inside, for their tiny apartment. The mice, which Laura had liberated from a science lab she’d worked a few shifts at in undergrad, were champion puzzle-solvers and cheese-finders named Trillian and Cashew. Max didn’t even get consulted about these guys, given that Laura had lived in her own dorm at the time she’d acquired them, but she did let him name one, which is how Trillian ended up named after a character in The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Laura named Cashew Cashew because that was the flavor of nut milk she was testing that week. (Max thought Cashew was lucky the two mice hadn’t shown up during pea protein milk week.) Laura was “pretty sure” they were both female, until Cashew ended up pregnant and blessed them with baby mice Frankie, Benjy, Ford, Hazel(nut), Almond, Pecan, and Peanut. Max told her this bode poorly for her career in animal care, but Laura took it in stride, saying she’d have to spend more time studying sex differences in mice in the future. They got two larger enclosures and separated everyone out by sex, properly this time, and now Max has to turn the sound up on their white noise machine when he and Laura snuggle up in bed, or else he hears the Galaxy-Nut siblings running in their wheels all night long.

Then, Laura fell in love with a stray cat with a severely matted coat that had been hanging around their doorstep for days, and Max found his loyalty to his mouse family strained. Should they really bring a predator into their happy little home? But Laura was absolutely certain she could make it work, even in the limited space their apartment provided, and the cat really was pitiful-looking. So Max capitulated and the Kearney-Brinly household expanded to include ten mice and one cat.

The pathetic ginger cat, Westley, luckily, turned out to be utterly uninterested in the mice. He got his name because he showed up for the final time on movie night and meowed pitifully through the first half of The Princess Bride (both Laura and Max’s favorite) until they brought him inside. Laura took him the next day to check for a microchip and, finding none, she had the matted orange furball completely shaved. In the middle of winter. And sure, it was a relatively mild San Francisco winter, but Max still thought Wes looked cold.

“I’ve already ordered him a sweater,” Laura said, “but I know you’ve been working on your knitting, maybe you can make him another?”

Max had scoffed at first. Then he’d taken a second look at his pitifully nude cat and stayed up late researching cat sweater patterns. Now Wes has an entire wardrobe of knitwear and Max, Laura, and Wes have matching Christmas sweaters for their Christmas card photos. Max drew Emma for the Hacketteer gift exchange, but he traded with Abi for Dylan and now he’s working on another set for Dylan, Ryan, and Schrödinger. (He knows Ryan will be especially delighted.)

Then it was Max’s turn. He found a large bedraggled dog of indeterminate breed tied to a stop sign in an abandoned parking lot and the dog let him know immediately that Max was his chosen father, riding home with his head in Max’s lap the entire way. Westley liked Laura best anyway, why shouldn’t Max have his own cuddle buddy (you know, other than Laura)? Laura agreed it was only fair, and now Inigo stretches out between them on movie night and he has to get his fill of both scritches and popcorn before he’ll allow them to cuddle with one another.

“Hon,” Max told Laura, who was sitting at her desk with Westley perched on her shoulder like a pirate’s parrot, “you know I love all our kids, but we really cannot have any more animals in this apartment. We might actually get evicted.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more, honey,” Laura replied, and Max had thought that would be the end of their animal acquisition. He could admit that was pretty naive of him.

The next day, Laura had a list of rental houses for them to visit a little further from the city. Sure, she’d have a longer commute to her classes, and Max would to his job, but wouldn’t it be worth it for the ‘kids’ to have more space? Max couldn’t exactly argue with that, so they moved into a two-bed, two-bath with a small fenced yard.

And that was where Max was, cutting up a salad for dinner, when there was a knock at the door. Max answered to find Laura on their doorstep holding the saddest-looking beagle Max had ever seen, her own face mimicking its hangdog expression perfectly. They were both whimpering. “She was released from the surgical program at school and needed a home, I said we’d take her on a trial basis but baaaabe, just look at this faaaace.”

He sighed, but couldn’t help smiling a little, both at the wriggling dog and at his girlfriend. Her big pretend sad eyes, her genuinely huge heart.

Someday Max would learn to say no. But today was not that day.

[edengarden]

Manhandling

Synopsis: Caesar pushes you a little too far. You (have no choice but to) retaliate.

Pairing: Caesar x gn!reader

Warnings:  profanity, (sensitive) horn grabbing, Caesar gets a lil too hot and bothered, reader has grabbable hair, reader’s kinda mean to him (please treat the meow meow with care). Caesar says “ma’am” once. Sadomasochism.

WARNING: THIS IS HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE. Read at your own risk.

Notes: I was chatting with @lairu while she was drawing Caesar’s 100% expression for the blushing meme, and this is what came of it! Enjoy!

The copy-pasting process from google docs was a little messy so please notify me if the paragraphs aren’t showing in the right order!

You’d like to say that you had developed a certain sort of tolerance for Caesar’s antics. You’d like to say that you’ve gotten used to it, that you know how the story goes. That you can handle it and find ways to avoid his eccentricity. The truth is, Caesar seems to find some twisted pleasure in catching you off-guard and annoying the ever loving shit out of you. Which you had at some point wished you could reciprocate; you were more than ready to stoop down to his level. However, any attention seems to be good attention for Caesar. And while you were prepared to get on his nerves, you weren’t ready to give him what he was so obstinately begging for at the moment. 

Which is how you ended up here. About to reach your damn limit with him while he pressed all the right buttons to piss you off. You had given up on taking deep, calming sighs a while back. 

Caesar slapped your work right out of your hands as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. “You know what you have to do,” he insisted, leaning over your shoulder, taunting you. There was no way in hell you’d actually entertain him and his constant need for attention. Because once you started, there was no stopping. You’d be stuck with his annoying ass until he deemed it was time for him to go. Which usually takes a long fucking time to occur. And there’s no shaking off once you participate in his games. So, you did the next best thing. 

Silently, you got up to your feet, brushed yourself off, and walked right around him. If you walked far enough, maybe you could leave the room and get to another one. A lockable one. However, Caesar had other plans. While you expected him to object to your taking off, you hadn’t planned for him to grab the hair from the back of your head to keep you right where you were. 

Your reaction was instantaneous. You weren’t going to sit around and let some attention-starved man drag you around by the hair as if your job was to entertain him. It was all too embarrassing to let him do something like that to you. So, with a quick hand, you grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard enough for him to let go of your hair. You turned on your heels and, focused on giving him a taste of his own medicine, your hand that wasn’t currently letting go of his wrist reached up to grab at the base of his horn. You sneered at him as you pushed him backwards until his back crashed against the wall. Caesar let out a pathetic yelp as you kept him trapped  between you and the wall, his shoulders tensing and his head tilting, trying to ease the pressure you put on his horn.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you ruffian?!” He cried out, as if he weren’t in one great, big self-dug grave. You couldn’t even take him seriously; not with the way your grip on his horn was obviously affecting him. Flushed, tense, nearly hyperventilating, dilated pupils and upturned eyebrows. The touch, as well as the sudden domineering attitude you put forth was doing things to him and maybe you’d have taken notice of it if you weren’t as pissed off as you currently were. Still, he somehow found the audacity to speak as if he hadn’t brought this upon himself. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” you practically spat at him, pulling on his horn. Caesar let out a pathetic whimper when his head was forced back a little. Had you been in your right mind, maybe you’d have felt a little bad for him. Or maybe you’d have noticed that he had melted into your touch a little, as if he were enjoying the brutal way you were handling him at the moment. “But you do not get to fucking manhandle me around as if I’m merely here for your entertainment. Am I clear?” 

Caesar’s chest was heaving up and down as his breathing had yet to calm down a little. He wasn’t in the right mindset to fully understand what you were saying, but you weren’t in the right mindset to comprehend that. So, instead, you gave another harsh tug on his horn. His knees buckled as he yelped. One of his hands came to weakly grasp at your wrist. “Please..!” He whimpered. The touch seemed to bring you back a little and you lessened the pressure. 

“I said; am I clear?” You repeated. You’d gone this far; the least you could hope for is that this would at least bear fruit in some way. Caesar tried to nod, but was unable to do so. You still wanted an answer from him. “Am I clear?” 

“Yes..!” He quickly replied, most likely saying this to save his skin more than anything else. You weren’t having that. You needed more confirmation of his understanding. So, shifting your hand down on his horn to firmly grasp it at the very base, where you supposed it was attached to his skull, you growled out a ‘yes, what?’. You’d expected him to confirm that he wouldn’t treat you like crass anymore. “Yes, ma’am!” He whined. His back slid down on the wall a little as his knees seemed to give out. His eyebrows scrunched together in some odd semblance of pain, though he seemed quite far from actually suffering. 

You hadn’t expected that type of response, and you were a bit scared of the reaction it internally coaxed. Out of shock, you withdrew from him completely, frowning in slight confusion at him. “Just don’t treat me like that again.” You replied. You took a few steps away from him as Caesar tried to gain his bearings. He pressed a gloved hand to his face, as if trying to gauge how flushed he was at the moment, despite, well, wearing a glove and knowing it would prevent him from feeling temperature altogether. Though from the fact that he didn’t seem all that far from sweating, it should be enough of a sign for him to realize that he was incredibly red at the moment. He looked down at you with dilated pupils and slightly upturned eyebrows. His eyes were a bit foggy; not quite all there yet. 

“You, uh…” He huffed out, catching his breath a little. He was still leaning against the wall. Now that you were a bit calmer, you couldn’t believe what you’ve done to him. The extent to which you… influenced him. That sort of power made you feel… good. Were you not a decent person, you might have tried it again on him, right now. 

Instead, you decided to flee before Caesar could convince you to give in to your impulses. 

[that-golden-lyre]

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I tagged 245 of my posts in 2022

#nesta archeron - 29 posts

#thanksvember2022 - 28 posts

#nessian - 28 posts

#cassian - 24 posts

#the old guard - 17 posts

#dream of the endless - 16 posts

#the sandman - 15 posts

#hob gadling - 15 posts

#yusuf al kaysani - 13 posts

#dream x hob - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#what about the rest of us poor writing simps trying not to absolutely loose it everytime you post a snippet huh???

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So we have another late one. May I start with the fact that this fic is a beautiful version of the “if you love me go to sleep, know your limits”, meme. And I ADORE it. It is wonderful and warm and Dream is in his soft boi era and I’m in love with it. The fact that Dream experiences every dream of every living thing and yet his feelings for Hob are SO STRONG that he NOTICES when he is not there is enough to make me cry. But Dream reveling in the routine of Hob’s life had me in a fucking puddle. The way Dream just wants to be a part of it as much as he wants to simply be present for it. You can feel the eons of existing in the way his feelings are described and that is once again a BIG favorite of mine. I love how Hob is so unfazed by him at this point in his life that he just figures this might as well happen but there’s still a little bit of embarrassment, not really embarrassment but…being unnerved for once? I don’t know how to describe it, but the way that Hob for the first time realizes that he’s sharing this tiny part of domesticity with Dream, but he’s almost too tired to be fully embarrassed about it. Anyways, if you love Dream x Hob domesticity as much as I do, READ THIS. Absolutely loved it! Thanks to @astrangebird for sharing! 💜💜

12 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#4

Oh no I missed a day....GUESS I'M DOING TWO POSTS THEN!!!!

For day 11, I give you an incredibly recent read! Oh, the way my heart actually skipped a beat reading this. I've said it before but when writers can portray the depth of years onto an ancient character the writing SLAPS 👏🏾. Listen kids, Dream of the endless is basically the pathetic meow meow equivalent to an eldrich terror. Reading fics about him is honestly a LARGE hit or miss for me. Because people will either treat him like a horny teenager or a boring old man. He's the collective unconscious of EVERY LIVING THING. That being said, the portrayal I have of him in my head is a pretty damn high standard. BUT SHIT @fellshish really hit the nail on the head for me. It's not that Dream never acts dumb about stuff, it's just the WAY he's dumb about stuff is so...well...different. The way that Dream's inner monologue is in SUCH denial if not only for the fact that as long as he has control then none of it is real. Until it is, until he wants it to be real so badly that he forgets a bit that this is HOBS DREAM. I absolutely love how at the end of it all, he gives the choice back to Hob. He stops trying to control destiny as if that wasn't what he's been doing this whole time. He surrenders...to Hob. And the romanticism of him surrendering to him regardless of how Hob reacts was just absolutely beautiful. Anyways, now that I have 1,000% spoiled this fic for you, you should STILL go read it! Thank you to @fellshish for sharing! ❣️

12 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#3

I don’t think you guys understand how much I needed this. Netflix has a habit of cancelling shows with representation in them and I’m scared for this show. Fingers crossed that the bastard son and the devil himself gets renewed for season two! 🥹 Now, this fic. I needed something to fill my head with after this show became my new hyper fixation of the week. The show is so much fun and I honestly love the poly vibes that I’m getting from the main trio! No love triangle, just a triad. As it stands this fic is like getting a warm cup of hot chocolate after being outside in the snow. After the emotional STORM that was that season finale, reading this was like tying a beautiful bow on top of a heartbreak. This fic had me yearning for the love these three have for each other in the darkest times. And hey, maybe this wasn’t the cheerful bow that other people want, but it’s the aftercare post massacre that I needed. Because maybe the bad times were the good times ❤️. So if you’re obsessed with this show just like I am, go give this a read! Thanks to @wandersmoklight for sharing! 💝

14 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#2

We’ve got something new folks! No nessian today! 😂 Okay, I will admit I watched the old guard movie before I read the comics but I’m SO glad I did!!! Props to @hoax1918 for the artwork it is GORGEOUS! This fic goes into an everyday detail that I absolutely love! I love how this just exposes the reasons they care for each other and how they got there. It’s a simple gesture, but they can’t help it! They’re literally magnetic. There’s something about the story that just brims with the electricity of the possible. I fully enjoyed just how hard they’re trying NOT to be fond of each other in public. But again, they can’t help it and I will forever love the pining in this dynamic. Nicky and Joe just have this sweet sadness about them before they become a couple and I don’t think I’ve found that in many other ships! So if you’re looking for a bit of ancient yearning definitely give this fic a read! Thanks to @shadowhannibad for sharing 💘

18 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok I am still on my Dreamling domestic bullshit. Sorry not sorry. This really made me want to curl up by a fire and hug a cat. The way that this just slaps me in the face with the need to have someone care for me, the tiny details of everyday care just KILL ME. And that’s it isn’t it? That’s the love that Dream and Hob so desperately need, they want someone who will love every detail of who they are. I think that’s what they deserve! After centuries of pining and being alone, Hob doesn’t want to hold back! And Dream is venturing again into love when it has never turned out well for him, he’s afraid. The apprehension that this fic explores, the silent touches, and HILARIOUS timing on Dreams part. But Dream is never convenient is he? And Hob for all that he is has never bothered to care! Not when he was rich, not when he was poor. Dream just integrating himself into Hob’s life accidentally! Literally chefs kiss 💋! This fic really is just full of details that I continue to loose my mind over (because I definitely read it too many times). Sometimes after reading the sandman I forget that Dream loves quiet, yet so so loud. He integrates the person he loves into his very being. He has seen every for of love every living being has to offer. Love is a part of Dream as much as slumber. I absolutely LOVED every bit of this fic! And if you love Domestic Dream and Hob, you NEED to read it! Thanks to @wordsinhaled for sharing! 💙💙

33 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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[nyoomzz]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

hi!! sorry for the late answer i have to consider a lot about this lmao. i apologize in advance because i'm bad with character rankings, so: this top 10 are not in any order, i limit myself on one character per series, and it's probably rly rly subjective and even then i'm still not sure so it's more like just a ten characters i love list :D

kim dokja (omniscient reader's viewpoint): character of all time, really. it's actually so hard to verbalize how much i love him but--someone who finds himself unlovable but loves with all his heart. i adore his dynamics with every single other character in orv and the writing utilized a very interesting first person pov in his stead. also he's a sad pathetic loser and that's why he's so perfect

takumi asa (ikoku nikki): a young girl who's just a girl--she's silly and outgoing and withdrawn and serious, she's trying her best to be the her that she wants to be. i just feel like she's written with so much empathy and care and it shows in how wonderful her character arc is so far 🥺🥺 i truly love her so much

iwakura mitsumi (skip to loafer): a girl with SO much dream and spirit, how can you not adore her!! overwhelmingly honest with herself and so emotionally intelligent anyone would be shamed. just such a refreshing character to see when we're talking abt a story of youth

natsume takahashi (natsume yuujinchou): you can literally feel his compassion from just reading/watching him he's just so 😭😭 the epitome of you need to choose to be kind yourself but it's only from others that you could get to know what kindness is in the first place. he has to learn to accept that he is loved first to properly love!! that's peak fiction!!

hinata shoyou (haikyuu): actual ball of sunshine and probably who made me end up loving outgoing characters lmao. infectious passion and just absolute masterful writing. haikyuu is just rly good but hinata's character arc is an all timer

sohma yuki (fruits basket): all he ever wants to be is to be kind and to be himself!! i feel like i need a read to get a proper grasp on him but his arc means so much to me. once again, learning to be loved to love

hild (vinland saga): i'm unreasonably attached to her and it's probably not stopping for a long time lol. how she parallels with the mc but is her own person, letting go of the grief and anger and relearning to believe in others. also i simply have the biggest crush on her

qi yan (clear and muddy loss of love): girlboss gaslighter, something is just so wrong with her. the conflicting feelings between revenge and lesbianism and everything else is just so good. a pathetic little meow meow with several successful assassinations under her belt

anonymous (shimanami tasogare): to live positively in isolation, to be alone but not lonely... they're the first one to taught me that it's possible. so much charm in just a short character arc

kodama sakuko (koisenu futari): she means so much to me!! straightforward and honest and always true to herself. very very amazing journey of self discovery i have never been so proud of a character!!

perhaps half of this would make no sense without the context that comes with the character's story but i hope this is decipherable lmao

[godstrain]

ougheheue doing an ask reply but before i finish it and confuse the everloving heck out of every person on my dash ever, i have to address my brand of "why does my pathetic meow meow (tell me im wrong [wesker vc] chris stop it - he truly is a pathetic meow meow) die, i have to fix this and make it everyone else's problem" because also if nothing else i love exploring character stories and that's sorta hard when the character dies lmao

so i'm going to start this off with "wesker has survived dying before? he's been set on fire, caught in explosions, and for all the shit he put in his body, he still kept going" this of course includes uroboros which is said to KILL EVERYONE except people who have some sort of genetic link to the ndipaya king- and i've gotta break it to people, i don't think wesker falls under this category. his survival through the mutation is very likely 1 he already has survived other shit (t-virus) and also he may have won the genetic lottery simply by chance which can happen because that's a thing about human beings. sometimes people win the genetic lottery (even if they don't deserve it!)

also ok wesker was straight up in some lava for ... a while lmao. anyone who has seen lord of the rings knows gollum went under in a matter of seconds- anyone who has seen star wars prequels knows that anakin just got screwed, and he only fell NEAR the lava, not in it. wesker's just in there and he's still able to lash out and try to down the helicopter chris is in? uhhhh okay. sure. if everything else hasn't killed this dude, idk if rocket launchers will do it either (tho everyone was hoping!)

so ok then we factor in the whole "uroboros just doesn't let things die" yeah ok cool im dragging this man out of the lava but of course he's severely screwed (until his body heals itself) and ok maybe most people would be like "that failed holy shit yikes" but albert wesker is an entire fool and doesn't know when to give up. ever. and maybe he never will really give up on things, because he's just been sorta programmed into this??? it's actually rather tragic

but getting anything done is not easy especially with limited resources? and so it sorta forces him to uhhh at the very least just observe things and he gets to go through the whole process of "dang everything is super fucked up in my life" but of course we all know he's not going to come to the conclusion of "maybe i should go to therapy" unless he's like forcibly brought there? and even then! the problem is the more he lives the more isolated he makes himself and the worse things get, because it's an entire vicious cycle. one that he has nearly no chance of properly escaping, and even if he did, there are like a million other issues to work through? like the fact he can't fathom being wrong and even if someone was??? unhinge enough to try to give him a chance at healing? would he even take it lmao who knows probably not, he'd probably just be mad, because he also doesn't want anyone's pity he'll break their necks

anyway yeah let him live and let him just sorta struggle and it's everyone else's problem too, thanks for coming to my tedtalk (next meta post i guess ill have to talk abt what the hell combo of t-virus and uroboros really resulted in for the aftermath)

[novafire-is-thinking]

sending it as an ask bc replies have stricter character limits and i have thoughts, this is about nemesis prime as a poor little meow meow

ok so as i was writing this out, i had set the main traits of a poor little meow meow as evil and patheticness, but i feel like it's more pitiability that does it. patheticness is like, easiest route to pitiability i can think of (g1 starscream im sorry bud but you are #1 example of this) but you can be incredibly effective and still be pitiable with the right circumstances, and that is what sells a poor little meow meow. i like the quoted definition you used, because it is tied very deeply into the concept of a villainous woobie character!

i feel like nemesis prime would just would not like the weakness and pitying that the term emphasizes (especially not getting pitied by a HUMAN), which is why i said he'd totally destroy me for saying this--i have a feeling he'd kind of have a need to feel like he's tough and strong and all that. but also the version of him in my mind (kinda inspired by REALLY overthinking his earth wars portrayal) IS kinda sad if i think about it too long. i think it's the oft-repeated factor of him having incredibly warped versions of optimus prime's memories, and in earth wars his specific seeking out optimus prime's spark because he thinks it'd make him complete that just feels sad to me while still being like, objectively evil. i know a lot of canons go with something to do with unicron for his backstory but i'll always be fond of how earth wars just made it 'shockwave got a cloning kit for his birthday'

also that one thing with santa is funny and funny while not a neccessary part of a poor little meow meow does give bonus points

Very interesting. 👀

You have convinced me. I think I will specify Earth Wars for Nemesis.

[non-fantasy]

HONEYWORKS

THANK YOU DANDYLIONY AND VIO AND NILLY

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

i'm not sure what you expected. of course it's liphiyo. this is my favourite image of them. i love them so much. they are so good. i will not rest until i make a liphiyo fandom with my own bare hands.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

I AM NOT SURE WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM ME. SHE IS SO GOOD AND SO SHAPED AND I WANT TO SQUISH HER LITTLE CHEEKS SO MUCH. I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER SOOOO MUCH SHE IS SOOOO CUTE. I LEGITIMATELY STRUGGLED TO PICK A PICTURE OF HER TO USE HERE BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES <- (ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD) AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN IMAGE LIMITED AGAIN IF I POSTED ALL OF THEM. I STILL CANNOT NOT POST THESE ONES

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

fuuma is so good and i love him. he is so gender. it's literally like almost the two year anniversary of the last time we saw dolce, ever, but also i love him. there is a reason there is a "fuuma & hiyori" friendship tag on ao3 and the reason is me. they are besties in my head <- (they have never interacted ever)

(i can and will ramble too hard about fuuma and hiyori and cinderella motifs and what that means for liphiyo and kazufuuma if provoked.)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

OKAY THIS IS THE THING. THAT PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW. HIYORI HAS A BEST FRIEND IN HER HOMETOWN. I DON'T KNOW IF SHE STILL EXISTS BECAUSE SHE HASN'T BEEN MENTIONED IN YEARS???? BUT??? (ponytailed girl in gamushara isn't her because they have different hairstyles)

her name is satoe and i don't remember what her last name is, which is bad, because i'm like the only person who cares that she exists.

because like!!! the scene of her getting hiyori to eat pocky with her is a silly scene with a lot of poly implications and it's funny that satoe literally showed hiyori pictures of her future boyfriends and hiyori didn't recognize the two at all despite eating SO MANY of the boxes. but also

it's a sweet and touching scene because hiyori is afraid to go to high school in a new city and considers giving up on track and field to try and stay where she is but satoe refuses to let that happen!!! she encourages hiyori to go for it because she KNOWS hiyori wouldn't be happy giving up a dream so precious to her and gives hiyori a push forward! she's literally the reason why the plot could happen, but she's been forgotten and overlooked and i want justice!!! i want her back!!! i want her to find out that her best friend has somehow managed to start dating her idols despite not recognizing them at all!!!!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

i refuse to interact with the fandom enough to know what the controversies are or who's unpopular (though i learn who's unpopular through my friends sometimes). i can only think of koyuki and minami for being pathetic but also if i say that i think mar will go "you're using poor little meow meow wrong"

can i say that aizo and yujiro are poor little meow meows to hiyori's cinnamon rolls? because i will just to post more liphiyo pics

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

i'm sure the reason i would torment this man is obvious just by looking at him

okay for legal reasons (self-preservation) i need to clarify that was a joke. i torment him because i saw japanese fans shipping him and manager uchida but like. arrogant teenage boy crushing on an adult woman and she's just ignoring him kind of way. and i thought it was hilarious and i think it'd be funny if that was how every one of his ships played out, even the ones with boys his age.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

liphiyo angels to devils with reincarnation au-- (I AM FORCIBLY RESTRAINED)

--honestly. probably ken. i love writing him and i love his dynamic with aizo but also. he's just fundamentally the kind of guy you need to punt sometimes <3

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Question of the week, should you choose to answer it: If you have multiple WIPs, how would the characters from one WIP fare if they were inserted into the world and/or plot of another? Alternatively, if you only want to talk about one, how would those characters fare if they were inserted into any book/TV/film world and/or plot of your choosing? - Mae (@touchingmadness)

Oh!! Funny story, I do have another WIP that I had before this one, and it's still very near and dear to me. You can read the WIP intro on my (very messy) blog for it here! It's called Defector's Faith and stars a very anxious mess of an alien named Blisk. They're my pathetic little wet napkin of a character, a poor little meow-meow, if you are familiar with the term- and they have to go on a journey to try and end the war that's happening between their people and humanity.

Alphara would absolutely succeed where Blisk is failing right now. While they both share the character flaw of being naive, Alphara is wayyyyyyy more confident, whereas Blisk knows that there's a whole lot that they don't understand and are unwilling to stand up for themself or their beliefs because of it. Alphara has the opposite problem, leading to the climax of Specter ending on a serious downturn for her. But in Defector's Faith, her blindingly naïve confidence in her optimism, combined with her natural charisma, would succeed in rallying the masses behind her banner of Peace and Love and All Things Good.

To put it simply, if Alphara would thrive in that universe. If she were in Blisk's position, she'd have the war stopped by the tomorrow morning.

Omegon is in a bit of a peculiar predicament even in her own universe, so she wouldn't really have any sort of analogue in Defector's Faith. I suppose I could see her as a powerful AI in that world, but you'd still lost the bulk of what makes her herself.

If Father got put into Defector's Faith, He'd go from kinda being the Emperor of Mankind from Warhammer 40k to definitely being the Emperor of Mankind from Warhammer 40k, and that would mean I would get sued by Games Workshop. He'd go full "Purge the Xenos!" which would actually be kinda good for humanity in that setting? Except it would just mean that the plot's whole message about power of friendship and peaceful diplomacy would fall apart, lol.

Hayes would also be happy as clam in Defector's Faith, while also being the character that would fit in the most naturally into that setting if I decided to seriously transfer him over there. He's a grizzled old war vet, and would blend right in with the masses of other grizzled old war vets that have been generated from the decade-long war against the aliens. I could picture him having some inspiring and consoling words to say to Adrian, my power armor dude from that setting, something about not needing to carry everyone's burdens all the time.

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If we're talking the other way around, none of my characters from Defector's Faith would last very long in Specter. Blisk would crack like a fucking walnut on day one if they were subjected to half the kind of social pressure Alphara was under. Social conflict is sooo not their wheelhouse, and its their arc in their own story to overcome that fear. Additionally, Blisk already has trouble in their own universe keeping their heretical thoughts from the telepaths- they're not going to have any better luck in this universe, where the telepaths are even stronger and much more prevalent.

Adrian is probably the one that would do the best/last the longest? He's a really chill, go-with-the-flow kind of guy, but even he has limits, and as someone who would probably ask "are we the baddies?" pretty early on if he was working for Father's empire, he'd inevitably get the brainwashing treatment. He's also ride or die for A-35, which. . . see below.

A-35 would get the world speedrun record for dying the fastest in Specter, I think, though. He's actually a bit of a similar character to Omegon, but minus the trauma and minus the "rebel without a cause" thing that Omegon has in spades. On the flipside, he's really bad about shutting up about what he believes in even if it would blow his cover. So, given that he's an outspoken nonconformist who hates dictators, he'd quickly get silenced by Father's oppressive regime.

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okay but. imagine Sheriff!Reader. basically Auditor makes a contract with the Reader instead of Sheriff.

rubbing my hands 2gether . you know what ive written too many fucked up readers i think i can write ONE pathetic meow meow reader <333 just went w/ audi for this but uhhh tee hee . if u want anyone else ... lmk

[ ONE brief mention of reader dying and being brought back at the end but otherwise no warnings needed ]

-you weren't the most famous in nevada, not by a long-shot, but your name was still one people could mention in passing conversation. you'd managed to amass a following of your own, getting a good few people under you that would support you. they weren't a whole lot, but the sentiment was enough that you felt pretty confident in your place.

-however, even that confidence you'd had so instilled in you wavered the moment the shadowy figure had walked into your office. you'd really just expected a slow-day, not even thinking too hard about the shakiness of one of your employees who'd come to let you know about you visitor in the first place.

-it was a simple enough offer, supplies in return for Hank's head. It was all too predictable, yet you couldn't say no. The help the AAHW could offer you and your group as a whole was nothing to sneer at, it'd be all too nice to have a few more hands on deck and some more supplies to keep you all afloat.

-you just had to hope you wouldn't come to regret it as you reached to shake their hand.

-Initially, she wasn't quite sure of what to make of you. On one hand, you definitely had some talent. You were good at getting people together and you were good at keeping morale up- something he was less than stellar at. Yet, there's always a risk of you backing out or being in over your head. Hank was no easy target, she knew this, you knew this, and you both knew he could tear you and your branch to shreds in the blink of an eye.

-Admittedly, she ends up fostering some respect for your willingness to try. It's not much, but many grunts in the same position would fold under the threat of near-assured death. You at least had the guts to give some kind of effort, something she highly appreciated. This only grows more with how you organize your group. Sure, it's nothing he would do, but he's never really made kind with any of his units. Your approach was far more hands-on than his ever was.

-He doesn't exactly have the time to supervise you, but he places some trust in that you can keep from falling apart. That said, he'll definitely send an agent of his to go check up on things in your branch every now and then. She finds herself impressed with the fact you've continued your efforts and have really dug your heels in, coming up with plan upon plan to try and limit casualties while maximising efficiency.

-Eventually, she starts making some time to go check on you herself, wanting to see just how you've managed to handle everything. It's certainly no easy feat to smoothly go from leader of a few to leader of many in a relatively small time-span. At first, she's really just viewing things in a purely analytical way, wanting to see just how you tick.

-It can almost be jarring to look over your shoulder and see her doing the same to you, focused entirely on something you'd been telling one of your men about. People slowly start to get used to it, expecting his presence following yours and ignoring him entirely. He offers his own little input here and there ("No, you shouldn't send them there. They'll know it's a trap and go somewhere else instead.") but for the most part he's just kind of . watching .

-At first, it was a little intimidating, but it grows on you once you realize it's really just his curiosity. You'll take the time to try and explain some of your reasoning to him while he just kinda . nods and listens. its the first time anyone's ever really seen him interact with someone so casually.

-He's getting attached before he even notices it, cringing a bit whenever he gets some accident report back detailing how some facility you'd been working on was raided and cleared out. He's not the best at emotional support, never really seeing or receiving it from any of his peers, but he'll hang around you and try to offer ways to avoid that. She distinctly remembers reading one and it just not leaving her mind. Not for any real reason, even, just stuck in there. She distinctly remembers her nails stopped tapping her desk when the thought of you being in one of those facilities came to mind.

-It's something he's entirely new to. Most Employers are relatively solitary, preferring to keep to themselves unless it was entirely beneficial to be around one another. Yet, you've managed to make him wanna stick around you. It's ALMOST funny. If not for the way she crosses her arms and zones out while standing around you. More than a few times now you've had to try and politely get her attention back while she just kinda . stares off into space .

-Eventually this boils into physical gestures, something as small as just putting a hand on your shoulder or more noticable like leaning over the back of your chair with her arms around your neck (more than a few times she's almost nicked you with her claws in her panic to straighten up whenever someone walks into your office to talk to you). If you ask her about it it just kinda stops at 'Do you want me to stop?' If you ask for her reasoning directly she just kind of. stares at you. looks away. looks back at you. and then changes the topic.

-EVENTUALLY . she will finally just kind of . suddenly grab you by the shoulders and ask you out in some weird way. 'Can i court you' babygirl what <3 . just be patient w/ her she has no fucking clue what she's doing. he tries to learn tho . for u

-If he wasn't around you before, he sure as hell is now. Obviously, you still both work on your own things and you have some time to yourself, but there's plenty of moments where you'll be in one of your offices together. He prefers if you stay at the same facility with him because he feels like he has much more of a chance to keep you safe if anything should happen .

-IF . you do get fucking GOT she most definitely finds a way to get you back. At that point you're absolutely stuck to her side for a bit. He's just paranoid if you're out of sight for too long he'll find out you're actually still in purgatory or that something else will go wrong. going off that one white hank interp of sheriff bc i liek it he's definitely the type to trace along the stitches and occasionally press a careful kiss to them. It makes him a little bit sad but he likes feeling them in sort of a grounding way . safe 2 say you won't get any taunting about them or anything else . your partner can turn into a Fucking Dragon. what are they gonna do then. fight????? yeah. sure. right. they'd rather keep their skin.

[sweetsoundsofignorance]

For the writing asks! 4, 17, 24 and 26 🖤

i'm going to limit most answers to fic.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

It’s a word you often use, scuttle, but not feral in a bad way. Somehow the word evokes something predatory in me, like the need to pounce.

Also, apoplectic.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I guess I’ll talk about the one I’m currently posting? Only good things happen here started as a joke between you and me while we were slogging our way through the drivel that was season five of Riverdale.

Betty seemed very (sexually) repressed and always looked like she was itching to do violence, but the writers NEVER LET HER. They put a chainsaw in her hands, and then blue-balled us. Only good things happen here begins during the key party (they couldn’t have made it more boring, I agree), so at the time, Betty was only in a friend with benefits type situation with Archie (if I remember correctly?), but she still seemed pent-up, and she clearly hadn’t processed (good luck doing that with Archie) what happened with TBK (trash-bag-killer… god, grant me the serenity…). From where I was sitting, Betty seemed on the threshold of a psychotic break for the entirety of season five, so B was due.

And Jughead was such a sad and pathetic little meow meow who is also probably going through a dry spell (which I’ve seen is one current running theory in fandom, lol). I theorize that may be because he idealizes his relationship with Tabitha and/or he has severe sexual hang-ups from his toxic and hateful relationship with Jessica as well as his breakup with Betty, where she cheated on him with his best friend. I mean, that entire hallucinogen in the bunker suggested he is dealing with some larger issues sexually, in my opinion, especially since in his fantasy, it was high school Betty (still weird) and they talked about forgiveness. Also, he’s an alcoholic, and we all know how that can affect one’s sex drive, and he’s dealing with writer’s block, which is a blow to his ego. Idk, Jughead appeared to have lost his entire sense of self-agency in season five.

Anyway, clearly it seemed like these two were headed toward an explosion (I realize the irony of that now; in this story, it is not a literal explosion...)

Riverdale likes to pussy-foot around its darkness, and I’m predisposed to just pushing characters off the deep-end, so this story is one possible trajectory for season five that you were kind (crazy 🖤) enough to encourage me to write. I know it is a fucked-up way for both Betty and Jughead to process their trauma, sure, but I felt placing Jughead in a pit, and Betty by proxy, would create this sense of inescapable claustrophobia where they would have to confront and reconcile with the worst parts of themselves. There will be a ton of self-reflection, a lot of nastiness and resentment and trading barbs between the two, which will end with an explosion but also (hopefully) some cathartic self-actualization. This all feels very serious, but it is also supposed to be darkly humorous because it’s sassy little bitch Jughead up against a sadistic and psychotic Betty.

Crap, did I give it all away? I mean, I hope it was obvious based on the premise and the first chapter?

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

If you mean research, shit all. I often forgo prep work because most of my stories don’t require it. If it’s a period piece, I rarely go back farther than the 80s, so it’s pretty easy to pull enough period-perfect details because I’m more comfortable with those decades, especially pop-culture wise.

The only story that's required a lot of footwork is the cult fic, and that’s why it’s taking soooooo long because it necessitates more research, but it’s important to me that I get it right, the psychology, the methods of indoctrination, the process of deprogramming. This looks like a lot of reading (memoirs, fiction, philosophy, nonfiction) and documentaries. I’m dipping into books on the occult and pagan Christianity to develop the cult’s mythologies. I enjoy it because who doesn’t love learning new things, but I also just really want to get on with it orz.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I don’t know? I just sit with it. Music helps a lot. I’ll start with an action, whatever plot point, usually initiated by an antagonist, and then I imagine what emotion that might invoke in whatever character, the potential succession of emotions and predict the reactions and downstream consequences and how it snowballs from there. I never write it down, though, which I think counts as a demerit in my organization column, but it sort of looks like a flowchart in my head. I stew with the character in question, whatever traits I’ve given them, usually piecemeal aspects from canon, whichever ones I’ve chosen to amplify, and that helps dictate the flow of emotions and reactions, hence flowchart.

I struggle to get out. It’s why my stories often get away from me. You know how tumbleweeds eventually end up joining with other tumbleweeds and creating this gigantic tumbleweed that then piles up against an obstacle? But the tumbleweeds don’t stop, and they just keep piling on top of each other. You’ll see heaps of them accumulated against fences in empty lots. Idk, that’s the mental image I get, just a pile of tumbleweeds, and those fuckers are thorny, so sometimes there is much regret, me climbing over tumbleweeds to scale the obstacle, which is of course the exit out of the story.

I’ve explored some very dark topics in the devil’s daughter, delved into some psychologies that are immensely painful. It’s why sometimes I have to step away from it, if it starts infecting my day-to-day. It’s also why I struggle to respond to comments, especially right now, because just thinking about the ending makes me start ugly sobbing.

Thank you for asking 🖤🖤🖤 (remember tit for tat 😈)

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how to train your hybrid, sorta

hello!!! as an apology for not having a chapter to upload this last friday, celebration for ptd release, and argentina winning the american cup (🥳) . a collab friend and i are bringing you this yoonkook one shot! enjoy <3

tags: catboy yoongi , double weight gain , establish feedee jungkook , fat jungkook , fluff no plot , yoongi is very spoiled and jungkook does not in fact know how to train a hybrid , stuffing , liquid stuffing (?is that a thing?) , gainer yoongi , sub trianing gone wrong?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32503474

Jungkook was prepared. He wanted to be a good owner, he had prepared. Researched into healthy environments to make the transitions easier for a hybrid to adapt. Looking into everything from litter boxes, to toys, to mattress textures, scent transitions, and clothes and collars. And went to the refuge determined and hyping himself that he is READY.

He was absolutely not ready.

He chose a sweet, tiny hybrid with fluffy ears. He was half… no, a third of the size as Jungkook. Not that it was a fair comparison. Most people were a third or at least half of Jungkook's size. But this hybrid was honestly miniscule; it wasn't just Jungkook being fat.

His name was Yoongi, a cat hybrid about his age, with black hair and fur, and big curious eyes that stared at Jungkook as they held hands walking towards the human's car; which Jungkook had begun to outgrow just recently…

Jungkook’s face was flushed when they finally arrived at his car. “Well, you can get in the back.” Yoongi nods softly, wide eyes trying to figure out how the door works. He’s only seen cages, really. The human watches, amused.

"Like this." He opens the door for him and Yoongi's eyes widen a bit, staring at Jungkook as if he had done something magical; before eagerly crawling inside. The second he closed the door, the kitten's ears would flatten in fear. Jungkook will come to find, Yoongi will need a lot of reassurance to not fear his possible abandonment.

He gets in the front, taking them home with ease. Yoongi’s enamoured. He looks around, staring at all the lights that blink around him.

And from then on, one could say Yoongi adapted easily to life outside of the refuge, a small family with Jungkook as his doting owner. He took all the measures he had researched about, from familiarizing Yoongi to his scent, to picking out blankets and clothes that were friendly to sensitive hybrid skin, being gradual with his touches as to give the hybrid the space he needed. But it seemed like none of that was necessary, because Yoongi adapted amazingly; curious but relaxedly getting to know Jungkook’s apartment, loving and seeking the attention from his owner.

If anything, it was Jungkook the one struggling to adapt to the kitten...and his stamina

Jungkook would be relaxing on the bed, body soft. Jungkook never really closed doors anymore, since yoongi would just sit, meowing in front of it. Since… he didn’t really understand how it opened

And Yoongi's meowing could only mean one thing. He wants to play.

Jungkook really didn't consider that the cat hybrid he adopted would be anything but cuddly and peaceful. Let alone having to stand up from where he was laying down with a tired huff, and waddling over to the living room where he would play with Yoongi. Reminding himself that it wasn't advised to neglect your hybrd while still in the beginning of forming a bond with them.

Jungkook would pant pathetically, face red and sweaty, waving the little string-like toy for Yoongi to catch. He'd plop himself down tiredly on the couch, but it was futile to be a play buddy that way; Yoongi's whines always forcing him back to stand.

Jungkook grunts as he sits back down, panting more and spreading his thighs. Yoongi looked up at him curiously, staring , surprised at how red Jungkook got. But he still whined, begging for more play. Jungkook would listen of course... the tiny kitten pleading so sweetly that Jungkook would rather lose at least ten kilos than none.

Well, perhaps that was an exaggeration.

As his heart dropped to the floor when he realized he had lost almost 5 kilos in this month he had Yoongi. And realize something had to change. Of course 5 kilos didn't look like any difference on a body this big, but what was going to become of him if he kept this rhythm up?!

It was time to try and finally train his kitten.

Jungkook sat in the bed, Yoongi whining on the floor next to him. “Play...” He pouts, squirming and tail whipping behind him. “Ma-master, play…”

He had to clench his chubby fists to try and control himself from giving in, Yoongi's eyes wide and bottom lip puckered out, sat kneeling with his bum on the floor and thighs spread. Black tail swinging behind him, predatory almost; if it wasn't for how far he was from looking threatening.

"Yoonie, it's getting late, it's not play time." The kitten's frown deepened, and was about to open his mouth to complain again, but Jungkook acted quickly and perhaps recklessly. Grabbing from the cookies he had been snacking on, bringing one to Yoongi's lips. "Here you get a treat for resting when you're supposed to."

It would be the first human food Yoongi had ever tasted.

He gasps, feeling the sweet flavour on his tongue. It’s amazing… it sends shocks to his tail and ears that makes him spasm. Jungkook smiles, watching Yoongi nod quickly and climb onto the bed, curling to his side and nibbling on the cookie.

“Good boy. It’s rest time, okay?”

And... Jungkook didn't mean ifor it to get out of hand okay? But after that, Yoongi started behaving, settling down; but always with the condition that he'd get a prize in return. Which could only be whatever human food Jungkook had at his grasp at that moment.

It was fine at first with things like snacks and cookies because they are different from the actual meals Jungkook ate while Yoongi sat next to him eating his hybrid food.

But once he got a taste of Jungkook's pizza that one time, it was when it really got out of hand. Since he'd start begging Jungkook to cut the hybrid food and start feeding him the food he ate!

Jungkook would smile softly, agreeing with his sweet boy; unaware of what it would cause. “Of course angel…” Yoongi began eating with Jungkook, giving him the full meals that his owner had. The food tasted so much better than hybrid food.

Jungkook didn’t really notice the changes to Yoongi’s body - focusing on how much calmer he appeared to be. Instead of begging to play, the hybrid would climb up next to his owner, cuddling his fattened side and nuzzling into his neck. Rubbing his nose gently over the soft skin. Scenting him, Jungkook had researched. As the kitten tried to envelope as much of his large body in a hug, leg sinking gently over his stomach and torso pressed against his thigh.

And Jungkook is so big, of course it would be hard to register any changes in his hybrid’s body . Any amount of weight gain looked small in comparison to him.

But it wasn't only that, Yoongi's habits began to morph in the image of Jungkook's. The overeating, the napping, the bloating. It became a daily routine that after lunch Yoongi would sit himself on Jungkook's lap, stomach rounded out and protruding outwards in what Jungkook assumed was only a bloat, and he'd rub the sting away. With a completely relaxed and melted hybrid lying across his chest.

Yoongi would purr so loudly that he’d become a little hazy, cooing softly at Jungkook's softness and softer touches "I like this" He'd mumble in a low voice. His vocabulary having expanded since he started living with Jungkook.

"It gets less uncomfy the more you do it." Jungkook comments before grinning. "And you've been overeating a lot lately, kitten" he mumbles fondly before kissing the side of the hybrid's head.

Yoongi giggles softly, nuzzling closer and ignoring what Jungkook said. He understands almost everything, but some things were better left unexplained.

Yoongi purrs, blissed by the sheer softness and Jungkook smiles. “Maybe you’ve been extra good.”

Yoongi's ears perk up. “Treat? Do I get a treat?”

"Wasn't I just rubbing your belly from overeating?" He raises a questioning eyebrow.

"....But you said I've been extra good." He was getting more clever these days. Even if it only happened when it was convenient to the kitten.

And by this point, Jungkook had given up all resistance. Spoiling his kitten, grinning as he hand fed the candybar to Yoongi. Who was more than happy to eat, practically melting on Jungkook's lap.

This routine continues, every night, stuffing his body to the limit and feeling nothing but relaxed joy when his owner would snuggle into him. Cuddling together every time Jungkook wasn’t working, or that they weren't eating. He feels embarrassed it took him this long to notice...

He had fattened up his hybrid.

It was like he was seeing it for the first time when he walked out from sleeping with clothes that barely clung to his body. Shirt worn like a tank top, belly overspilling from underneath; shorts cutting low into his plush hips, and that hugged his legs uncomfortably.

How did he not notice sooner?

Jungkook gave him some of his own clothes and that would suffice. He still swam in those.

He swam in them for now.

His owner was far from making him exercise. They both loved eating and Yoongi’s appetite was only growing. Jungkook pets Yoongi's hair lovingly, smiling softly as the smaller one purred happily; watching yoongi’s fattier tail lull lazily side to side.

Everything about him had become lazy. The kitten spent most of his days sprawled on Jungkook's bed, the sunlight hitting just right for him to stay there. Only getting up to eat or to cuddle alongside his master.

Even if it was accidental, Jungkook can't say he minds this transformed version of his once hyperactive kitty. So lovingly cuddling on his lap, bellies pressed together, chubby arms wrapped around each other, as Jungkook massaged the base of Yoongi's tail; making the hybrid melt.

Yoongi wouldn’t ask to play anymore instead, asking for more snacks. He really couldn’t be bothered to think of playing anymore. He was so lazy.

"What's that?" He heard a voice behind him in the kitchen, and Jungkook didn't have to turn to know. He was just pouring some of the heavy cream into his own cup, grinning as he looks over his shoulder.

"Heavy cream, Yoonie. Why?" He knows exactly why. But he wants to hear the kitten ask for it.

Yoongi's hands are wrapped around the black tail, pressing it to his chest as if guilty. "Can.... I have some?"

Ah, perfect. "Why are you suddenly interested? I don't remember ever giving you some." He questions as he pours more of the thick liquid into his own cup.

"I mistook it...for milk....but it was better! "

Jungkook laughs, leaning to get Yoongi his own cup. “Come here kitten, There’s only a few drops left.” He pours barely a splash, giving the cup to Yoongi.

He takes it happily, gulping the very small amount down in a mouthful. And widens as if it were the first time trying it all over again. Beaming and licking at his lips eagerly mewling at the flavor. Hands into fists from how good it was. "Aw, you really liked it, didn't you?" Jungkook is too endeared, heavy hand cradling through Yoongi's soft hair.

He coos as Yoongi nods quickly, smiling and giggling. “Can I have more?”

“Baby there’s no more.” Jungkook smiles, drinking from his own cup.

Yoongi’s smile turns into a pout, chubby frame deflating, before it perks up again.... looking at Jungkook's glass.

"Can I have some of yours?" He rephrases and Jungkook feels himself grip a little tighter into his glass.

“No kitten...” Jungkook smiled weakly, resolve weakening. “I’m not giving you my cream.”

Yoongi giggles softly, reaching for the glass greedily. “Master~~ please, please?”

"Y-yah you should've told me you wanted before I poured a glass." He complains softly yerking the glass away from the soft hand from the kitten trying to snatch it away. Jungkook is lucky the gluttony slowed down any fo Yoongi's remaining hunting instincts.

"But you could share!!"

“I already shared, piggy.” Jungkook laughs and Yoongi freezes. He doesn’t know what piggy means so he tilts his head.

“Master… I want it” Yoongi pouts again and Jungkook sighs. He gives the plump kitten the cup.

Spoiled, spoiled pet. Jungkook thinks to himself, as Yoongi's eyes lift up. "You should be careful, though." He says as the cat was already excitedly bringing the tall glass to his lips. "This could settle pretty heavily on you if you're not used to it." He says but it looks like the kitten won't listen.

Yoongi gulps it greedily, groaning happily behind each mouthful.

“Baby, slow down.” He chuckles, soothing his hair and kissing his nose. “It’s heavy cream. It’s going to feel gross for a bit.”

Yoongi shakes his head in disagreement "Not gross! Yummy!" He says before taking another gulp. And Jungkook can only sigh, as he sees the kitten gasp for air before setting the glass down.

The heavy cream settling in, just like Jungkook predicted.

Yoongi whines sweetly, pouting up at Jungkook with cream around his upper lip. “…W-why so full?” He pushes up closer - bloated belly in need of attention.

Jungkook chuckles.

"You should have listened, kitten." He scolds but it has no bite to it, how could it with Jungkook's loving tone and the way he wraps his arms around the hybrid? Pressing Yoongi close to his side, as the hand rubs at the side of his belly. "Let's get you to the couch, yeah?"

Yoongi nods pathetically, staring softly up at Jungkook as they both waddle slowly to the couch. He knows how fast Yoongi's appetite appears again. So now snacks are stocked all over the house… like before, just in high quantities.

He isn’t eating alone anymore.

Jungkook tried to lay him down gently, but neither his or Yoongi's weight would allow that. They plop down onto the couch and while Jungkook is used to it, the cat hybrid whines, cupping his full rounded belly in discomfort. "R-rubs, I need rubs" He mumbles weakly.

And like most times, Jungkook is quick and happy to comply, cooing softly. “You’re very full, kitty. You’re so so cute.”

Yoongi's eyes close, eyebrows scrunched upwards cutely, as he nuzzles further towards Jungkook. Tail curling over to "hug" the bigger man as well. "That's it, Yoonie. You drank it all! You're turning into a bit of a piggy aren't you?

Yoongi doesn’t understand, giggling softly and just nodding. He purrs happily, nuzzling into his neck.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

She Ra

honestly i wouldnt be surprised if most people answer the same for this show

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

this is obviously entrapta, followed by catra.

love them both and i think the reason they stayed as my faves - rather than adora and glimmer, who i also love to bits - is because they chose to do bad things for selfish reasons, but those selfish reasons aren't exactly invalid; they had to find a way to stand up for themselves, for their personhood, and it's those same characteristics which lead them to save the day in the final season, where that unwavering individuality is the strongest weapon against Prime. they will face a lot of challenges after the end of the show, especially if they have to deal with more judgemental people, and are by far the most interesting characters to follow in almost any post-canon fic (which i may or may not have spent the past day binging). i dunno, there is a certain grey complexity here.

also because one is a cat and the other is feral and cat adjacent

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

glimmer. she is so soft but she will also bite my hand off and probably call me a slur. third favourite character. give her a gun and see what happens.

(source)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

i dont even know. the fandom is on point with what characters it loves. though maybe not with who it hates? mermista and perfuma are probably the most hated side characters, but they're well-written and they have a bad rep in fandom. mermista is a sappy, nerdy girl who hides her affections under a mask of indifference, with only one ep where she acts like an asshole under extreme pressure - it gives her a lot in common with catra. perfuma is surprisingly complex considering what little screentime she has, i do wish they did more with her anger issues though.

wrong hordak is the best (he adds layers to season 5 that complete it where without him it would be far messier and more dissatisfying). swift wind also improves more as the series goes on so i dont hate him anymore.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

emily the robot. i love her. the way she helps scorpia is sublime. there is a scene in the finale where she's rolling in the fields with swift wind and melog.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

absolutely hordak. he’s not nearly as controversial as, say, gamzee makara, but he’s a dubious guy for sure. i fucking Love hordak’s journey to finding his individuality, to finding himself, even if the real hordak is a gothic grumpy villain. he uses this power to defy Prime and save his first true friend.  

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

perfuma. i still kind of resent that leash gag and how it was used twice. what the fuck, she ra crew? it should not have made the cut, you do not do that ever to a disabled person!!!! perfuma’s so intolerant, though she tries hard not to show it. so if perfuma has a short and intolerant fuse im gonna push it to its limits. maybe she will finally explode and we can fight about it and she will grow up a little bit. i want to see how shed fare in a fight anyway.  after perfuma it’s definitely glimmer. god bless. 

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

well i mean theres only one character who fits the bill. even shadow weaver looks like a good person compared to prime. 

[broken-clover]

Fandom ask for punchout?

Unexpected! But fun!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Tie-up between Mac himself and Bald Bull

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

God that's hard because the art style makes everyone so shaped. Tie between Bear Hugger and Brittle Johnny because I simply cannot pick between them

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I do not understand how Bald Bull is not more people's favorite. Actually, considering I'll probably never have another time to bring it up, shout-out to youtuber Roland for this awesome video all about Bald Bull that's both adorably funny and also a really neat insight into Punch-Out as a series

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Could be an odd pick but I actually really like some of the designs from the knockoff Power Punch II game. I think the idea of a boxing game but with aliens has a lot of potential especially in terms of mechanics, kinda sad it was limited to something so unknown and admittedly sorta bad.

Also wish there was more content for the Arm Wrestling characters, feels like there's potential there, too.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Bald Bull has done nothing wrong ever. And while I wouldn't necessarily consider myself a fan I'll still get miffed if you say something bad about Gabby Jay. He's just a guy trying to get one last win before retirement and he taunts by saying yay. How can you possibly hate that.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Somehow I've made it a running thing in the things I'm writing where Macho Man gets inconvenienced and/or is a victim of slapstick so I'll go with him

Also Opaque Jarvis but less because I enjoy it and more because it's kind of his entire thing.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

I'd put Aran in but knowing him he'd enjoy it

[albino-whumpee]

The Master´s party

A little teaser for you. 

A grin quirked the man´s lips up when he held his chin in a bruising grip. Sann let out a pathetic yelp as the man pulled his face closer to his. 

“You´re an awful liar”

(This one´s long, just heads up for that and just so you know what Albus is taking about at the end, read Of secrets and memories )

This is a series, here´s the Masterlist

Taglist:  @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump  @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker

TW// Dehumanization, slavery, all the box boy jazz, past abuse, shock collars, defiant whumpee, torture, past abuse, conditioning, anxiety, desrealization, humilliation and dissoci@tion. 

The invitation came in a golden envelope.

Albus silently waited for Zarai to read it. He didn´t expect her face to turn from taciturn to horror in the split of a second.

“Absolutely not” she shouted, taking her phone and furiously typing a number as she walked to the studio. Albus glanced at Momo who meowed to be fed.

He was petting the cat while it ate, when he saw Zarai steaming from rage and straightened up in instinct, bracing for a hit that never came.

Zarai let out a loud groan before putting her phone back on the table with a slam that made Albus jump. Slowly his muscles relaxed as he watched the woman rub her temples. He waited a second, just to be sure.

“I can’t believe it. They’re nuts!” She shot her hands up suddenly “Uniform etiquette? That’s- I don’t even know where to start on how wrong that is!” She continued before exhaling a loud, long sigh.

Albus extended her coffee and gulped when he saw her drink it in one go. “I-Is there something wrong with mistress Heleba’s party, ma’am?” He ventured, catching her attention and glad it didn´t come off as misbehaving. She had simply let her chin rest on her hand as she stared at the envelope.

“They want pets to attend the party with uniforms”

Albus frowned. Wasn´t that normal? 

“Would ma´am prefer me to stay then?” he tried, picking up the cup to clean it. He knew she wasn´t exactly a fan of pets in the first place, but her discomfort was aimed more at their owners, so a party with too many of them around? He could smell her complaints from miles.

Albus was surprised to hear her sigh instead. 

“No, I need you there. I wanted you to meet other potential clients and the agencies we will form partnership bonds with in the future. Especially Dune´s executives, but…” she tapped the envelope with bottled anger. His eyes drifted down to the letter.

“Pets are required to use shock collars as uniform etiquette and security measures to our dear guests”

The man at the party´s reception told Zarai as Albus lifted his chin. The man´s partner putting the leather white collar on Zarai´s hand, as the other checked the electrodes against his neck.

Ah, what a familiar sensation, he thought to himself.

“Is it really necessary? He´s not dangerous…” She asked putting the leather collar on her purse with a deep frown on her face.

“Orders from above ma’am” the security guard limited himself to answer.

Zarai whipped her head back at the boy when she heard the buckles click. His hands twitched but he clasped them tightly over his lap, directing a small smile at his owner.

“It´s fine ma´am. Is just a security measure” he said, but a lump formed on his throat when he saw the remote. Squeezing his wrists tight, he held back the impulse to take the collar off himself.

“This button allows you control the intensity and this one is to make it shoot the electricity. Like this” It was already on the lowest voltage so when the man pressed the button, the collar’s box little LED lights turned red for a second as a short wheeze was forced out of Albus.

You forced me to do this 778900. You keep trying to run off somewhere… Don’t be so impatient. Someone will buy you, eventually. This is for your own good.

Zarai yanked the remote from the man “Enough!” He stared at her in confusion as Albus caught his breath. “There was no need for a demonstration” she shot a glare at the man who offered an apologetic smile before she walked away, dragging the boy with her by the arm. “C’mon, Claude will be waiting inside” she whispered, not expecting to not hear a reply. She stopped a few steps away, noticing Albus trembling figure. She looked around the sea of people and dragged both to a small spot besides the pet’s bathroom.

“Can…can you lift your neck Albus?” The boy complied without fighting. Almost robotically. He blinked surprised, however, when he felt her fingers searching for something on his neck. “There” she said with a triumphant click. “They never said anything about it being on” she said, putting the remote into his own hands “I don´t have a use for this. Keep it hidden for me, would you?” she smiled.

Albus eyes softened as he clenched his hand on the remote. “Thank you ma’am”.

Zarai recomposed after giving him a short squeeze on the shoulder “Let´s go. I don´t want to be here more than necessary. Oh, Claude!” she said, calling the doctor talking with some businesswoman and waving at him as Albus hid the remote on his coat´s pocket.

—-

“Mister Serra! I-I didn´t know” some of the guests told him upon seeing the collar on his neck. He was glad none of the people he considered close was there to see him sport the tag he had tried so very hard to keep hidden.

“I apologize for the confusion” he would say in a bow.

“A pet that can read and work, quite unheard of” a man with a funny mustache said reflexively. Albus recognized him from the archives Zarai had made him memorize about the party´s guests. The vice-president of the adjacent company of the many, Rupert Glass owned. “Pretty interesting tactic from Miss Montenegro to keep your status hidden. Never understood her very well… I might try buy one like you. Normal pets are mostly just for show and I want one that can be useful” he said brushing Albus from head to toe. The boy knew better than to keep his eyes at the same level and shyly let down his gaze.

He wished they could go back home soon.

Even if Zarai treated him well, for most of the attendants he was at the same level of importance as the fine glass on their hands.

A luxury they could afford to break.

They only didn´t because it wasn´t theirs. He, wasn´t theirs. It would be rude if they injured or broke someone else´s property. But they didn´t shy from dragging around by a leash their half-naked, bruised pets. 

Some of their eyes nailed on him with anger, but quickly lifted up at their owners pull on their necks. 

Albus could still feel the glares the other pets shot at him and tilted his head only to catch a glimpse of light brown hair. Sann was wearing a tuxedo with a white rose on his chest. But as soon as he spotted him, Sann disappeared into the sea of people taking Albus´ breath with him. “I…It has been a pleasure to meet you Mister Darcy, but I must attend some…matters. Miss Zarai gives you her greeting and wishes you good health” he said, offering his hand to stretch. The older man only gave it a look before wrinkling his nose.

“I don´t handshake pets” he said. Albus backed his hand slowly.

“Excuse me. Thank you for your time, sir” he bowed as he had learnt back on the facility before he dismissed him with a flick of his hand.

He quickly walked away to scan the crowd, not finding the freckled boy among them. He tried searching by the special drink fountain for pets in the back, next to the bathrooms. It only served water and tasteless crackers. A clear contrast with the tables overflowing with delicious looking pastries and varied choices of drinks for their masters. But he wasn´t there or at tables, laying his head on Robert´s knees either.

The man sat with another man, carding his fingers through a shivering girl´s hair sitting by his knees with a charming smile on. Albus backed away slowly when the girl convulsed forward and the man next to Robert laughed along him.

He thought maybe he had imagined him, when he felt a tug on his neck.

“Hey, this one´s collar´s turned off” a man with a security uniform told his partner. The man tightened his grip around Albus´ wrist

“What? Did it turn it off?” the man harshly made Albus whip his head to a side. A whimper escaped his lungs. “Ugh, delicate pet alert” He slapped him repeatedly “Did you turn off your collar? Thought you could get away with it? Do you want us to tell your owner what you did? Hm?”

“N-No, no sir” Albus heaved as both men laughed like jackals “Please, let me explain-Ah!” The man holding him twisted his arms to his back.

“Stay, boy, stay. Don´t make us hurt you more than necessary” He yanked his head up so his partner had free way to the collar. He heard it click on again “What a good boy” he cooed, wrapping a zip tie around his wrists “We can´t let this slip, though. We got to tell your owner” he said, holding his head down by the neck and forcing him to walk.

The man roughly shoved him to his knees besides the guard station, a few steps away from the entrance. His breathing got shallow as his eyes darted through the crowd trying to find the familiar black long hair and the blue suit of her partner.

He saw the man talking to the microphone to announce him as if he was a lost child on a supermarket. No. It was more similar to the announcement of a lost wallet.

People stared at him with indignation. Pets stared with apologetic looks before they clung to their master´s arms.

He pulled his knees closer to his chest. 

It was like he was back at the facility. Being disciplined in front of other trainees because his handlers were getting bored of him. Getting pushed to the front at the smallest inconvenience to make an example out of him to encourage the others to follow every order their handlers gave them through his own tearing screams.

He felt hands on his shoulders and jerked back so hard he banged his head against the wall.

“It´s me Albus, I´m sorry for scaring you” Zarai said, helping him up as a few spots invaded his sight “Didn´t expect this to happen…I´m sorry” she whispered as he felt the release of the zip tie on his wrists. He rubbed his bruising wrists, which infuriated the woman. “What´s the meaning of this?” She yelled at the guards.

One of them sighed “Ma´am, this is just standard procedure. It shouldn´t leave marks. Maybe albinos bruise too easily”

Albus heard those words and his brain turned off.  

Everything was below a thick curtain of fog, the sounds were slurred and his limbs moved involuntarily. It was like living a dream. Was he actually awake? He didn´t know.

He felt his legs walk, his mouth speak and his hand write as Zarai talked. But he wasn´t sure if it was real. He wasn´t sure if the people around him were really there.

Their voices sounded as if they were underwater. Unclear and foggy. A fog, thick as a veil covered the world around him as he walked. After a while, he suddenly found himself leaning against a wall. Just hearing the noise of conversations on the distance, when he allowed himself to wrap his arms around his knees on the floor of a balcony.

He tried to pull air into his suddenly too tight chest.

He hated it.

He hated not knowing why exactly those words put him off like that. Having the feeling he hated to hear it in a certain specific voice. He hated the laughter inside his head that filled his senses. He buried his head in his arms.

“Fuck off” he hissed, not expecting to feel a hand on his back.

He jumped up when he saw Sann on his tuxedo, letting out a lame squeak that made the other grin.

The boy stood up “Sorry…” Sann signed with a frown, his hands twitching in front of his chest as if wanting to say something else but not knowing how, he only stared at him.

Albus waited, just in case, before he looked away and set his eyes on the city “Don´t be, you just surprised me” He opened his mouth and then closed it with a sigh “I´m sorry… Just...give me a second” he said, biting his lip when Sann held his hand.

He brushed his thumbs against his pale hand as if saying “It´s ok, just breathe”

Albus made his lips a fine line before letting it out.

“I might always say hello with food, but you always try to hold my hand” he said in a half giggle, squeezing on Sann´s hand slightly tighter. A smile came to his face and somehow, couldn´t shake it away. 

“…Can we stay like this for a bit?” he asked, feeling the fog on his head dissipate slowly.

“Yes” Sann signed before curling his fingers around Albus´ hand.

Albus looked above at the night sky feeling the warmth of the boy´s hand leak into his before he took a deep breath. Despite the sound of the party inside where most likely Zarai was searching for him, it melted with the usual sounds of the city and the rumble of the sea in the distance. He let out his breath slowly, calm settling on his chest.

He wondered since when he had started to feel that way around the other boy. The other pet looked at the cars below with a little smile hanging on his lips. His hair was mussed up, pulled back in a way that framed his face and made his features pop. The sleek attire with the rose delicately set on his chest, was a look that couldn´t be ruined even by the shock collar on his neck intermittently lighting up.

“You look stunning” the words rolled out of his mouth and didn´t notice he had said it out loud until Sann turned to him with wide eyes. He pulled his free hand to his chin to sign a thank you with an even wider smile.

“You. Too” Sann signed as the albino felt his cheeks burn and tried to hide it by fixing his glasses. He squinted when he noticed something about his hand.

“What´s this?” he asked, fishing Sann´s hand and inspecting the new pink circles around his knuckles. Cigarette burns, he identified bitterly. “What happened? A punishment?” His tone urgent as he lifted his eyes and found Sann´s smile had ran away from his face.

He shook his head.

“No? Then why…” Albus asked as Sann pulled his hand away to lean on the balcony, watching the traffic below with a lost gaze and hiding the injured hand. Albus joined him a second later “…just because?”  Sann nodded with a shrug that pulled a string on his heart. Albus wondered if that was normal treatment for Sann and felt a sting of guilt.

It was a possibility to end up with an owner like that, the handlers had told them as much enough times, but Sann deserved someone better as owner. He deserved to be able to smile without fear of not looking pretty and eager enough to avoid being hurt.

The thoughts raced through his head before being interrupted when Sann looked up at the fireworks popping in the distance, putting that beautiful smile on his face yet again. He turned to him and finding his worried frown, his gray eyes softened.

He moved his hands up to sign, but then had second thoughts and simply smiled with slightly worried eyebrows.

“I´ll be fine” Albus could almost hear him say as he pointed his head at the fireworks.

As Albus watched the show of colors a dread began to grown in his heart. He was to act as a person, but that didn´t change he was a Pet. Just like Sann and the many others inside. They looked at him with envy and resentment, but Sann...Sann didn´t. Despite the scars on his neck and the rest of his body; the sadness behind his eyes, he still would let him hold his hand and smile at fireworks. The pleasant memories of his time with Zarai began to pop into his mind like the blue and yellow and red lights shining in the night sky.

How could he even change that for him if he couldn´t be free from it himself?

Albus felt Sann tap on his shoulder and he turned, only to find him smiling at him holding the rose of his chest and gently put it on him. He blinked perplexed at the rose, now on his chest, before his eyes found him shrugging playfully.

“Gift. For you” Sann signed as he watched Albus take out his small notebook and pen and extend it for him. It took him a second, but Sann pulled it up so Albus could read it.

“My Master can be very explosive, but he´s a man of his word. He promised me he would give me a bouquet of roses if I could stand the burns…“ Albus eyes widened in horror before Sann smiled again and tapped on the note, urging him to continue “I only got one flower, but do you like it?”

Albus was speechless for a long moment that made Sann tense up and shrink into his shoulders. Albus hand gently guided him to look at him again.

“I love it” he said as Sann´s face lit up “But, the best gift you can give me is your smile” at that, Sann´s cheeks flared up. “S-So, please, don´t do something like that for me ever again. Please...” Sann was stunned by his words and only could looked down as Albus let down his hand and Sann noticed the wild blush expanding on the albino´s cheeks, right before he felt a shock on his neck.

Sann wheezed, bent over the balcony, before he felt yet another shock. As he gasped for air, Sann worried if his Master was hidden in the shadows. The terror of it being true made him step forward, a primal fear screaming at him to rush to his side. 

“Wait!” Albus caught his wrist before he could run off. Sann stared at him for a second, heart drumming loudly in fear, agitated, so much more than the composure the albino put as front to his worry as he looked up at him could calm him. Ruby eyes full of determination nailed on him through long, white eyelashes. “Before you go, can I give you a kiss?”

Sann was thrown off the loop and glared back inside, darting his eyes through the crowd in fear of another shock, but when he felt Albus hand on his, his heart eased.

He asked.

He asked a toy like him who couldn´t say no.

Sann returned the squeeze and took one step closer. His hands were small and thin, a bit rough around the edges but so soft. Sann looked at his lips and waited for them to seal with his, but to his surprise, Albus pulled his hand and pressed his lips into his knuckles. 

It was a light kiss. Soft and soothing, Sann´s heart melted when he didn´t step closer to kiss him somewhere else and instead only saw Albus pull away.

“See you later” 

Sann stared at him for a moment, longing for more, but as Albus let go whispering, “Take care” he knew he couldn´t be greedy. He had to hang on to it until there was a chance they could meet again.

His Master glared at him when he came running to kneel besides him and then tugged on his collar, lifting his chin up as he checked his chest pocket and found it empty.  He gripped on either side of his cheeks and pressed just enough on his throat with a severe look on his eyes that made Sann recoil before he clipped his leash to his collar and took him outside. 

Sann slowed down when they passed through the security line to return the shock collar, but when the man only tugged on it for him to keep walking, he knew the collar would stay on that night. 

When the man opened the trunk for him to crawl and sit on, he saw something grim shine on his eyes. 

“Where did your rose go?” the man asked, stroking Sann´s cheek. “Did he like it?” 

For the split of a second Sann stopped knowing how to breathe, but the next he was leaning into the man´s hand, shaking his head and then tilting it as if he didn´t understand the question. 

A grin quirked the man´s lips 

[thetimelordbatgirl]

For the fandom thing: Power Rangers (any/all series you want to answer for) and Descendants?

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

Power Rangers:

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Given it was the one that introduced me to Power Rangers as a child, I guess from Jungle Fury, this can go to RJ, aka chaotic mentor that probably is a mood most of the time in rewatches really. Scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): I....I don’t know how to apply this to power rangers....I guess Alpha from the Zordon era? He kinda counts as adorable.  Scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): Probably Jayden Shiba I guess??? Unless its a tumblr fandom thing or tumblr’s broken, but don’t see much on Samurai nowadays, but Jayden is just, needs therapy so much but its best thing when we do sometimes see him develop at least...plus his horse entrance is the best entrance period.  Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): ....There is too many Power Rangers seasons for this answer....so uhh, gonna have to pass for Power Rangers. Poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Okay, uh, probably has to go the comics here.....aka: Lord Drakkon. I hate his ass, he deserves to go to super hell still, but the fact that he’s a what if take on the evil green ranger arc and the fact that he’s a well written villain and the fact that in his last moments, he chose to stay with his world as it was destroyed....just such good writing.  Horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): I mean, I guess I would torment Xandred from Samurai? Just because really??? But wouldn’t be hard to do so really, so....  Eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Dai Shi I guess??? Just because he an asshole spirit basically, but he’d probably feel at home in super hell. 

Descendants: 

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): Between Ben and Uma for this, but also Audrey for third.  Scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): ....There really isn’t any characters in Descendants for that....would say Dude but like, I actually hate him after he begun speaking, so like.... Scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): ....That just fits nearly all of the characters by Descendants 3 time. But guess if we limiting, definitely Gil or Jane for this one.  Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): There....really isn’t any characters in Descendants that suit this....like, I guess Hadie or Jade from the books, given Hadie deserved so much better and Jade would have been interesting to see more off. But in terms of films, none really fit this one, so.... Poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): Beast and Belle, cause they were at least okay in first films writing but like most characters, suffered the bad writing fully to support Mal in next two.  Horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): Fairy Godmother from Rise’s writing, just because I don’t like her in that book THAT much..... Eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): Hades, but would it really count if hes the ruler of the underworld as it is?