#i believe shampoo is a cat but ye

[blushblushbear]

The image of the kitsune fighting tooth and nail for her immortality just to return home to see a very cute and confused fox is hilarious. Now they have to help turn you back to mostly human lmaoo

Bruh that was not my intention but oh my GOD is that amazing

And no one told her this was happening, it just happened

She's just making coffee and suddenly she's a fox

Ngl she'd probably be a little freaked out, if only cause she doesn't know where it came from WHAT DID THIS??? IS THERE MORE MAGIC COFFEE??? IS THERE A WIZARD IN MY HOUSE??? DUDE WTF!

And now they gotta change her back and/teach her how to use her powers so she can regain her human form

OH HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!

[wcters]

𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: the relationship between matt and a girlfriend in cosmetology school

warnings/notes: established relationship, swearing, nudity innuendos?? they are naked together, kinda went off the cosmetology thing but it’s cute so whtv, a bit short but this is my first time doing preferences

- first . . . he’s totally spoiled

- like really spoiled

- you would practice at home, and then whatever you could on matt

- manicure: hand massages, cuticle cutting, nail painting, hair washing: head massages, shampoo and conditioning his hair

- he would let you practice shaving his beard but it would take awhile for him to let you

- not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he was going through a beard phase

- matt would loveeee the head massages and would get you to do them all the time

- eventually it becomes second nature and so you’ll be cuddling on the couch or outside sitting down with him between your legs and your hand will just find it’s way into his hair

- and you have fake nails so you know it feels reallyyy good

- waxing . . . but he would not admit that he lets you do it

- you ALWAYS smell good

- your shampoo and conditioner, perfume, skin/body care

- nick always asks you what you use for your skin

- sleepovers with nick where you do skincare, face masks, nail painting

- and chris begs to join until nick says yes

- matt always finds you three on nick’s bed watching a movie

- you had been obsessed with makeup your whole life

- def the designated hair braider on your sports team

- BATHS TOGETHER

- bubble bath, candles, you talking about your day and drama and he’ll be listening

- he’s just happy to be there

- studying at his house while you’re watching a movie together or if he’s busy with the podcast

- chris coming up to you and randomly asking you a question about what you’re doing when you’re studying

- “why do you push your cuticles back?” “how do perms work? like how do you do them?”

- it makes you smile because he’s genuinely interested

- will show him some things if you can

- you’re super sweet

- everyone likes you

- you’re a girls girl

- someone needs a pad/tampon? you got it. someone doesn’t want to go somewhere alone? they aren’t because you’re coming with

- you don’t gatekeep skincare or makeup

- always have lip balm on you

- you and matt go to the gym together

- always have a matching top and pants for your workout outfit

- matt just can’t believe you’re his 🤍

- like he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars

- i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck vibes

- you literally have a necklace with his initial, you walked it with it on and his eyes popped out of his head

- totally share jewelry

- you steal his sweaters, shirts, shorts, boxers, basically anything you can get your hands on

- give matt face massages

- he be lookin’ flawless

- pays for you even though you decline because he knows how much money you use for school stuff

- that shit is expensiveeee

- nick asked you first to help him dye his hair red

- ofc you said yes! he’s your bestie

- played ariana, doja cat, clairo, stuff like that

- #danceparty

- your stuff sort of pops up around the house

- chris will find like a bobbypin or a hair tie on the floor

- smells like you because you bought candles for them that you loved

- thrifting and going to flea markets and getting stuff for your apartment like vases, cups to hold jewelry, etc

- your hair is amazing. everyone’s jealous. i’m jealous.

- no split ends, doesn’t get greasy until at least 5-6 days after you wash it, perfect for styling. also sleep with a bonnet because that does wonders for you

- lashes are amazing as well. it’s because you get them done while at school 😉😉😉

- you drive nick and chris around if matt’s not there or busy

- they literally love you

- think you’re perfect for your brother

- so nice, so sweet, literal angel

- you’ve been on the podcast

- made a tiktok account after matt suggested you do

- blew up. and it’s partly because you don’t gatekeep

- you’re so relatable too, being completely honest about how you feel . . . and are so funny

- “hot take . . . men should shave their armpits. like how do you put deodorant on?” “you ever too lazy to wash your face so all it is is a makeup wipe and a rinse with water? me too.”

- will trim matt’s hair if be wants just a trim

- you first said no, didn’t want to mess up, but he believed in you 🤭🤭

- your biggest supporter

- they would totally be there when you graduate

- cheering loudly when you walk along the stage

- like the pricilla movie scene but with no creepy old men

- you love that movie, hate elvis, but love pricillia

- you sometimes cook for them so they don’t eat out all the time

- you’re a good cook 👩‍🍳

- force them to have some form of vegetables

- his parents love you

- go fishing with jimmy and the boys the one time they do (sorry jimmy but it’s true)

- fans will ask for pictures when you visit matt on tour

- who’s the triplets? they’re here for you

- matt is so proud of you

- if you ever need him to pick you up he’ll bring you food or starbucks so you have energy when you’re done

- is at your beck and call

- ask him to jump off a cliff? he’ll hesitate a bit but will ultimately do it

[watarfallar]

Desert snacks anyone?

Scar: You know, you were right. Grian: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

Scar: So Grian, how did your first time cooking dinner go? Grian: Pretty good if I do say so myself. Scar: Oo! Okay, what are we having? Grian: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato. Scar: A whole potato? Grian: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches! Scar: These just look like big slabs of black. Grian: Because that's what they are! Grian: And then for desert, we have chocolate. Scar: These are just chocolate chips? Grian: They sure are! Grian: And then for drinks, we have toast! Grian: *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetite!

Scar: Can you keep a secret? Grian: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

*Scar and Grian are planning to break in somewhere* Scar: We need to distract the guards. Grian: Right. Scar: What are we gonna do? Grian: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Scar: Grian: Scar: Deal.

Grian: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Scar: But you do know better.

Grian: I wonder who’s ruining my life. Grian: *looks in the mirror* Grian: So we meet again.

Scar: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing their name to Grian.

Scar: What is the most illegal thing you can do with one gold? Grian: Exchange it for a hundred copper, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Scar: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL- Grian: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Grian: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Grian: A fistfight CAN be romantic. (<-NO BUT THIS IS LITERALLY JUST THE CACTUS FIGHT-)

Scar: Why are you like this?? Grian: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

Scar: Are you coming to bed? Grian: I can't. This is important. Scar: What? Grian: Someone is wrong on the internet.

Scar: Just say when. Grian: When. Scar: I- Scar: Now or later? Grian: Oh.

Grian: So what are your political beliefs? Scar, awkwardly trying to impress them: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

Scar: Kill me nowwwww. Grian: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

Scar: Everything’s fine, Grian. Grian: Scar, I know your relationship with the english language is strictly casual, but you- I- *deep inhale* ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Scar: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

Scar: If by any chance Grian should attack, just start calmly talking about anything.

Grian: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Grian, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce. Scar: Hey, do you take constructive criticism? Grian: I absolutely fucking do not.

Grian: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Scar, shooing Grian away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Scar: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers. Grian: Scar, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

Grian: No problemo! Grian, internally: But it was all problemo.

Grian: I want a trip down memory lane. Scar: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Grian's lap* Scar: I heard you needed these? Grian: YES! ALL OF THEM!

[princess-of-the-corner]

, https://www.tumblr.com/princess-of-the-corner/757124267024449536/au-where-bastardfelix-decides-to-ruin-adriens?source=share

Lila storming up to Adrien before class!

"You! You bastard! You filled my shampoo with fish oil!? You filled my phone with confetti! You had a mariachi band follow me around for a god damn day! & don't even get me started on the STUNT you pulled with Prince Ali!!"

One can see Felix poking his head around the door, smirking.

"... Yes... I did. I did all those things, and I don't feel ad about it at all. I'd do it again. I will do it again!"

He is releasing the bastard cat energy by the end of it.

"We are DONE professionally, I'm out!"

After she storms out a confused Felix walks in.

"Cousic, what is this nonsense!? I was pranking the both of you not trying to help you!"

"Awe, and here I thought you were trying to look out for me Felix, a shame, but oh well."

"We'll see how things pleased you are when I-"

Adrien's grabbled Felix's wrist, firmly.

"Cousin, if you team up with Lila she will make you regret it, either because its her or because I tell her you pulled those pranks."

"S- She won't believe you."

"Secondly, Felix, if you team up with Lila I'll be forced to do something very out of character and mean."

"You'd never, you don't have the back bone for it."

"Oh I don't, but hey, Chloe!"

"Mhm?"

"If you see, hear, or even get a sense Felix here is teaming up with Lila can you go full monster mode on him?"

"I'd defenestrate Felix for fun, but as a favor to you Adri-cho, I can do a lot worse."

Adrien & Chloe >:3c

Felix (oo)

Most of the class (oO)

Marinette (Happy dance)

Chloé is here to bring the chaos

[ellieshand]

When we fall asleep where do we go?

ellie williams x reader

cw : guilt, panic attacks, blood, bulletwounds, angst w happy ending

It had felt so real.

The wind rushed through her auburn hair and cooled her sweat-soaked forehead, the feeling of dried blood had settled into her pores and the stiff cotton of her white shirt (staining it red like the floor of her shower and the callouses of her hands). The bodies had piled around her, their faces blurred together in a murky mist of rage as another bullet rang throughout the room. It clinked off the wall and fell onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. 

One body stood out from the rest though, one body broke the rage Ellie felt and scraped at her soul with dagger-like claws. Matted hair contrasted the crimson blood pooling from the shot in your forehead, eyes open and visible. The muscle tissue peeled around your skin. 

Bile builds up in her throat.

She pushes it down with a gulp of air - silently shivering with terror and pain. Ellie knew how to stay silent - she knew how to bottle these emotions up. 

Even so, despite the left side of her brain insisting you’re fine and that it was all a dream - Ellie still shakily stands up from her bed and patters over to your own.

And of course, like she knew deep down, you were fine. You were curled around the covers in one of her tattered shirts - (it’s big and swallows your whole body in a mess of green and blue fabric)-one leg sticks out from the comforter and reveals a thick wooly sock.

Your hair is tousled and you look so tranquil it makes tears well in Ellie’s eyes and guilt seeps into her skin. This is the way you should always look, calm and beaming like you still believed the world was perfect. Ellie wishes she could make it perfect for you.

The sudden urge to throw her things into a duffel bag and leave you alone travels deep within her consciousness. That would be the right thing to do.

But Ellie has never done the right thing - so her feet stay planted and she calms himself by gently placing her fingers onto your pulse point, inhaling with every beat of your (still working) heart. Then miraculously, without hesitation, the soft doe-eyed girl who is made of lilac shampoos and warm green tea, leans into the murderous girl’s hand. And if Ellie wasn’t crying before, she surely is now because this is wrong.

Everything about this is wrong. 

You sleeping in her shirt, you leaning into her touch, you risking your life for a broken girl who has taken so many, your unconditional love that flows through your movements even in slumber.

All it takes is a single tear to wake you up, a small drop of weakness landing on your nose and sliding down the slope, for you to rouse from your peaceful state with fluttering lashes that tickle Ellie’s hand (which still lay upon your neck).

Sleepiness heavy in your voice you mutter a soft, “Ellie?” 

Ellie’s heart aches in her hollow chest. It seems you finally see the tears because you tilt your head and scoot up, “Are you okay?”

You know Ellie isn’t-but the fact that you ask makes the girl feel a little less broken and gives her control of the situation.(But really Ellie is never in control around you.)

Ellie tries to answer but the bubble in her throat comes out in a choked hiccup. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

She shakes her head.

“You wanna lay with me? “

She nods.

In her vulnerable state, she allows her weak bones to sink into your bed (which has always felt softer - though she doubts it’s because of the mattress).

“Would you like it if I held you?” sensing her apprehensions, you shoot her a sweet smile.

“Yes.” curling around you like a cat, Ellie inhales your flowery shampoo and strawberry shortcake lotion - it smells like how Ellie imagines home to be. Not that she has any reference - besides Joel. But Joel wasn’t here anymore.

She lets the tears flow freely now, with soft fingers running through her hair and drawing different shapes around her back. These hands don’t tear into her skin like the infected or bruise her like looters. These hands trace gentle words that spell ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m sorry’. 

“I’m scared of myself.” Ellie admits, once her tears have effectively soaked through your tee, “I’m scared of what I’m doing to you.”

You stay quiet, and then oh so gently lift her head from your chest, cradling it between your calloused hands. Your eyes are big and never hold judgement - only sweetness and love. Pure, unadulterated love.

“Ellie, do you remember why I came to Jackson?”

“You had an accident,” she whispers, leaning into your smaller hands, “Your farmhouse got overran.”

“Yes, but that isn’t all,” you smile sad and you lean your head against Ellie’s. A mess of your hair and auburn hair swirling together like ice cream melting on a warm summer’s day, “When I came here I was hopeless. I was broken. I felt as though I had lost everything. My family, my farm, my garden, my life.”

You softly kiss Ellie’s forehead, “And then you gave me the light that my past had snuffed out. But Ellie, it was different-”

here it comes, she thinks sadly, here comes the rejection. The hatred you’ve been keeping secret and holding against her. Not that it was unwarranted, no Ellie deserved this. She had been with those looters that day. 

“- and your light was brighter than anything I had ever known. It still is. It lights me up from the inside out, your light made me believe that there was something more to me than that farm. Everything that has happened Ellie, everything you have done, it healed the wounds I thought would never fade.”

“I-I…” the words get lodged in her throat like they always do, and she can’t express how he’s feeling. That feeling is so big it expands her chest and inflates her like a balloon. 

“I know Ellie, I love you too.”

Her girlfriend, sweet perfect girlfriend, doesn’t get upset she ash can’t manage to slip the words past her tainted tongue. You just lean into her and all Ellie can do is tilt her head down and capture velvet lips that taste like french vanilla creamer and something entirely you. 

It’s slow and sweet and lulls Ellie back into sleep.

Her dreams are much happier and she realizes that so is her reality.

[fio-renze]

“What happened to your hair?” 

It was Pyraelia’s first question to her once the healers had set her loose from their tent in the mercenary tent, after Fiorenze had directed her to her own for a little more privacy. All she could do was shrug, “Tried to find you, it didn’t work, so I waded into the water off the coast where Dalaran—” 

She didn’t know, did she? 

Her little sister’s brow furrowed. She looked so tired. “It’s true, then? Some rumors came through the Weaver’s Lair, but…” 

Fiorenze nodded, understanding not wanting to believe it from random sources. “Unfortunately, yes.” 

“So you waded into arcane irradiated waters to enhance your scrying ability,” her sigh sounded tired and a little exasperated, “You didn’t come sooner, I guess it didn’t work? What about the cost, Fio?” 

“You’re my little sister, Pyraelia. Fuck the cost. It worked enough, I was able to figure out that you were alive but I wasn't able to get enough information to actually come sooner and I am sorry about that,” she guided her sister to her cot — which was likely barely long enough for her taller sibling.  “You’ve always been smarter and more capable than me, I trusted that you’d survive until I could find you.” 

Pyra had never been as good at masking her emotions, and the bone deep weariness of the last month had made her skill there much worse. There was something about what she’d said that made the younger woman tense up a little, and hold her tongue. She shook her head and sat in the middle, careful not to tip the raised bed, “I’m only alive because Xylaes found me by chance and saved me, we both owe him for that if he’s still alive.” 

Fiorenze knew her sister better than anyone else. Being smarter and more capable hadn’t helped her, wherever she’d been. She frowned herself and dug a comb out of her travel pack, fully intending to start working on getting the knots and tangles out of what had been, at one point, Pyraelia’s long braid. 

“He still cares about you, you know, he told me months ago,” Pyraelia leaned away and held her hand out for the comb, at her limit of being poked, prodded and handled by others. “Will you comm Khaeris and Aerden for me?”

“When I figure out what to do with that, I’ll let you know—,” Fiorenze stopped short of handing Pyra the comb. Right, she didn’t know about Aerden either. “Khaeris, yes, of course. Pyraelia... Aerden’s still missing last I heard.” 

There was a heavy pause in the conversation, then. Pyraelia’s expression fell and she covered her face with both of her hands, rubbing deeply at her eyes. Fiorenze set the comb next to her on the cot and put her hands on her sister’s shoulders, “I know. I’m sorry. I wish I had better news for you.” 

Her sister exhaled a ragged breath before nodding resolutely, “Got it. Okay. Um. Do you have a knife? Nothing crazy, I promise, I just—” 

“Yeah, I do. Talk to me first, though” Fiorenze unsheathed a wickedly sharp dagger she kept at her hip in case of close-combat and watched Pyraelia carefully. 

Pyra smiled a bit, the action not really reaching her eyes, “I never told him how much I care about him, loved, even. As friends or… whatever. The person who kept me captive sometimes would use my braid to adjust the angle of my head. It’s far too tangled, anyway, for the comb. Washing it without good shampoos and conditioners has made it all worse.” 

She wanted some control back, and Fiorenze could understand that, too, “Keranna will be able to clean up the edges for you when you’re back home, she’s been watching your place and keeping the cats and sheep healthy.” 

“It’ll be nice to see her,” Pyraelia carefully took the handle of the knife from where her sister held it out to her, and sliced into the plait just below her collar bone. Cutting all the way through took some sawing, but the job went quick enough. She exhaled a long breath and her shoulders slumped a little when it was done, “Can I sleep here? I’m exhausted.” 

“Absolutely, darling, I won’t be far,” Fiorenze promised.

@xylaes / @aerdendios / @kharrisdawndancer / @themercenaries

[demonic-snake]

Alastor's ponytail

Fanfic

Alastor x Lucifer

In the silence of the night the hotel heard quiet footsteps. Lucifer, the ruler of hell, was now shamefully sneaking towards the room of the hated radio demon. This deer infuriated him incredibly. But the desire to find out if he had a deer tail was stronger than hatred. Something fell in Angel Dust’s room and his quiet swearing was heard, and then steps towards the door. Lucifer, who did not hesitate to shoot himself, turned into a snake, coiling around the tarsher, which was now very useful. The door opened slightly and a spider slipped out, holding a pillow in its front hands.

He headed towards Husk's door, knocking gently. It was clear from his face that he was very nervous. There was a sound of grumbling and footsteps, the door was opened by a dissatisfied cat, who, when he saw Angel, stopped frowning and looked at him securely. — Val again?.. He leaned his elbows on the door, looking sympathetically at his friend. - Yes.. Ov sobbed as he continued - He, he-he said... that... It was clear that it was difficult for the spider to speak — He said what if I don’t come back. Then he will destroy the hotel. Tears appeared in Anthony's eyes and he buried his face in Haskerd's fur. - Angel, we won’t give you to him... don’t be afraid... I won’t give you away... The winged one himself did not believe what he was saying. He hugged Dust to himself and whispered - Let's go to me.. I...

But a kiss on the lips did not let him finish. The spider looked away in embarrassment, regretting what he had done. But contrary to his expectations, Husk did not push away or start screaming. He just wiped the tears from the porn star's face and dragged him into the room. Lucifer quietly sank to the floor. Now he knew too much. Footsteps were heard again along the corridor, and cursing everything in the world, he jumped into the first room he came across. Charlie walked past his hiding place, smiling at something. The king of ducks was about to leave when he noticed Alastor. He was lying on the bed in a red oversized T-shirt and black blinders, hugging a stuffed deer that looked so much like him. There was a blissful smile on his face, it seems he was dreaming of something good The blonde hesitated, afraid to wake up this radio deer. Although. he is the ruler of hell, after all, why should he be afraid of some overlord? He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She woke up a little from the weight of one and a half pounds. His hand gently touched the demon's ears, brushing over them. They were soft and warm, like a toy Alastor winced in his sleep and pressed them to his head. But the fallen angel even stopped. He stroked the fawn's ears again and scratched the left one. After running his hand through his hair. They turned out to be soft and smelled like some kind of delicious shampoo. Having swiped his ears one last time, Lutz began to take off his shorts. Beneath them was a small, neat deer tail of a reddish-brown color. Duck Ruler looked in fascination at this seemingly impossible detail in Alastor. He wondered if it was as soft as the ears of a deer. And he carefully took it in his hands, running his hand over the fluff. The tail turned out to be even softer than the ears. And Lucifer again wanted to stroke him - Hmm Hmm. Duck King, can you get off me?

[shnya]

headcanon dump, misc. (long post, compilation of most existing headcanons i have for him.)

though his hair may seem to be perpetually tousled, he’s always taken great care into grooming himself and his appearance; you’ll never find him in clothes that don’t suit him, and, if he’s feeling himself, he’ll have a light, signature fragrance on him (lavender, bergamot, sandalwood, and cedarwood, per his official perfume.)

we don’t talk about his enforcer days, though. those days, he had simply given up on everything; including his shampoo routine. Yes, as an enforcer, he used the infamous 3 in 1

headcanon dump : dating.

Kogami has dated plenty of people, but has only been in relationships with the amount of fingers he can count on one hand. He’s an old school romantic, and while in school, he’d had people, guys and girls, who approached him about dates. He’s rejected a few, accepted a few, and faced his own results vice versa, but he’s nothing if not an attentive person that pokes around to get to know the person before making the most perfect date that person has been on (c’mon, he’s a Leo sun; this all-outness is just so him). He’ll bring flowers, chocolates, hold open doors, and even walk his dates right back to their doors.

Does he believe in “the one” out of all this? Who knows. He refuses to let Sibyl decide his ideal partner, though, and is there to give him partners and dates a good time; and a long time, if they’re both feeling each other.

headcanon dump : sexuality.

as stated in my bio for him, kogami shinya is bisexual / biromantic, and has no particular preference for any gender. there was no realization period for him, nor coming to terms with it — in a world run by the advanced sibyl system, whose collective minds come together to construct ideal lives for its citizens, I don’t think it would be discriminatory towards attraction or gender identity (in other words, be homophobic or transphobic). thus, kogami regarded his attraction as a completely natural thing all his life, as did most people around him.

headcanon dump : sleeping.

while kogami “sleeps four hours a day with cat naps in between”, he has the ability to sleep anywhere. from a truck going through a rocky terrain, to the paddy wagon on its way to a crime scene. his sleeping habits used to be a lot better when he was younger, since he slept for for a minimum of seven hours, but as soon as he reached college, it cut down to six (he was a star student for a reason), then four when he became an inspector —> enforcer. It was natural, given the stressful environment, and the PTSD from the specimen case didn’t do him any favors, so much to the point that he developed chronic insomnia. as if it couldn’t get any worse: he sleeps with one eye open, a knife under his pillow, and gun at his hip after he left Japan, facing the constant threat of someone trying to kill him in his sleep for the reputation he earned as a skilled mercenary and public enemy of the state to fascist regimes. he also wakes up randomly in the night. after his return, he’s making an effort to improve his sleep, though he still keeps the knife under his pillow out of habit.

headcanon dump, geeky interests.

don’t let his pretentiousness towards holo avatars / internet presences fool you, kogami is exceptionally geeky outside of his eclectic tastes in literature. as a child to his teen years, he loved video-games and martial arts movies (much to the point that one might say it had some influence on his own pursuit of martial arts). of course, he heavily preferred vgames with strong storylines and world building (thereby favoring JRPGs) but sometimes he settled with online first person shooters that didn’t require too much thinking. in college, he indulged in MMOsas a hardcore competitive raiderand tabletop gaming with Gino, but as his career became more taxing on his mental health, he has since dropped most of his geeky interests outside of reading completely until Kagari entered his life, sparking joy in the hobby again especially since he introduced a bunch of his own old favorites to his fellow enforcer.

headcanon dump, women & children.

Kogami has a soft spot for women and children. not that he thinks they’re particularly weak. on the contrary; he’s a feminist king whom adores and admires women , and with regards to children / younger people whom he perceives in such a light … he has chronic older brother / dad syndrome that’s best evidenced with how he treated tenzing.

headcanon dump, childhood room.

kogami came from a working-class family with a loving mother and a father often busy at work (but not one he could call absent. he was just a bit of an emotionally awkward asian dad.); he was significantly closer to his mother, so much to the point that she was listed as his sole emergency contact.

he grew up in the average japanese neighborhood; the house wasn’t all too big, and his room stayed tidy, often at his mother’s nagging, but he didn’t spend too much time in there unless he had to. he had three (smaller) bookshelves, a small TV with a gaming system, a usually messy desk with a computer, his bed and curtains were blue, a small closet for his clothes, and an even smaller dresser for stragglers that couldn’t fit in said closet. you can find free weights under his bed, a pull up bar at the frame of his door, and there’s always some presence of a water bottle in his room.

headcanon dump, jealousy.

Kogami is self assured and rarely experiences jealousy / envy on a personal level, except for the cases in which he envied people’s ability to obtain happiness and fulfillment, but he likes to think those days of his are over. This not to say he’s immune to the light prick of jealousy/envy that every human feels at some point or another; he just knows how to reflect and replace the energy / thoughts, often with admiration if it’s unattainable, or inspiration if otherwise attainable.

also, his jealousy/envy is almost always situational.

headcanon dump, languages.

kogami is fluent in: viet, thai, lao, khmer, mandarin (only some cantonese), hindi, English, and Japanese. eight years overseas gives you a lot of time to absorb different languages, their phonetic & grammar systems, and their literature, and kogami is a fast learner.

headcanon dump, misc.

I feel like Kogami went through a phase in high school & college where he obsessed over philosophers and profound literature and often quoted them, but people looked at him weird when he did, so he kinda quieted down on it a bit. So, when he met makishima, he was impressed, but also a little pissed off that he met someone, as shitty as he was, that reminded him of himself ( let alone his cringy younger self ).

study, deteriorating hue.

kogami’s deteriorating hue was inevitable. In his first division (03), he witnessed the deaths of two of his enforcers ( torii tsubasa & kurata naoto ) and his partner inspector ( yoshitoshi waku ) in the line of duty - kogami holds a grudge against himself for it, and believes he could have done more to prevent that outcome, but much of the blame has been expressed in silence. amazingly enough, his criminal coefficient remained under 100. the sybil system didn’t perceive this loss as a cause of concern since kogami walked out of that situation with his hue in tact, and it believed kogami would be stable working alongside ginoza nobuchika, who he’d been close friends with. his hue, though, at an acceptable number, was on thin ice. unlike his partner who’d regularly sought out mental health treatment to maintain a good number, kogami dodged treatment, right up to his demotion. ginoza might blame kogami’s demotion on how close he’d gotten to his enforcers in both divisions he has worked in, but kogami would never admit the correlation. the true causation, kogami believes, would have been his own failure to prevent those deaths.

headcanon, workout routine.

kogami works out twice a day, usually full body workouts. upper in the day, lower in the evening. he spaces them out to be every other day, while the day between is filled with martial arts training / sparring . after he leaves Japan, he does find workouts to accommodate the routine he made (+ you can never not get enough exercise when you’re constantly fighting for your life), but with his return, he’s fallen back into the comforts of having training equipment at his disposal. he usually designates one or two days out of his week to rest.

headcanon dump, sleeping alone.

Kogami is a pretty physical person in general, but it’s a source of distress when he’s not awake. It’s why he’s made it a point to sleep alone when he left Japan; it’s not that he could’ve hurt anyone in proximity (in some brooding manner), or that he fears feeling someone pressed against him… it’s that he’s like an octopus, and clings to anything he feels when he’s sleeping, in almost a chokehold. Usually when he sleeps alone, he sleeps on his back, or on his stomach with his head on his folded arms so there’s no room for anything of the sort. When he has the room to sleep on his side, though, he’s curled up in fetal position, and if someone refuses to leave him to sleep alone, they’ve been warned, and they’ll probably be put in a grapple of death until they wake him up (which is surprisingly easy to do, since he’s not a heavy sleeper). But in his own (temporary? Or long term?) home since his return to Japan, he has had extra pillows subjected to this.

headcanon dump, wrestling.

no, but. “Play wrestling” is never “play” with kogami, neither is playing footsies under the table with him. Kogami Shinya was a wrestler and kickboxer in school, and actively hones his skills. He does know when to be serious, and when to joke around, but there’s a thin line between them for him, and he’s particularly evil about it.

headcanon dump, kogami being ill.

I’m feeling a little under the weather, so it’s Kogami headcanon time. When he feels ill, he’ll pretend that he isn’t; he covers up every cough, sniffle and sneeze with a “it’s nothing”. But when he’s in his own bed, he becomes a big baby, curling up under blankets, ten thousand mugs with soaked tea bags on the coffee table. all notifications are off for him, and if you try to walk in on him in this state, he’ll just turn his back towards you. don’t try to baby him; he’ll pout and insist you don’t have to, though he’ll still thank you.

kogami rarely makes it known when he’s ill, since he’s used to turning to hermitage to recovering in silence. but, if people know he’s ill… being the dramatic leo he is, he’ll bitch about it. “i am SO sick.” “I feel like dying.” “feel like SHIT.”

he’s a child about medicine; preferring pill form meds over liquid ones. he’ll make a face if presented with a small cupful and try to turn away or try to complain enough for the other party to give up. if the person administering it is particularly tenacious in getting him to take it, he’ll pout the whole time and shoo you away once he’s taken it, like an animal licking its wound after losing a fight.

will try to do everything while he’s ill; because he swears he’s built different. yes, he is, but he’s still human!

headcanon dump, minecraft.

character development question: what would your character do in Minecraft? i’ll start. Kogami would hyperfocus on mining in ravines. nobody would ever know where he’s at, and he leaves a trail of cobblestone. He gets a little too upset if he dies in one. He’s the main one bringing back diamonds, gold, and red stone, though. Very oddly good at building houses, but he mostly cares for mining.

headcanon dump, southeast asian fighting styles.

oh, god. A lightbulb just went off in my head. Kogami would’ve definitely been able to train formally in south + southeast Asian fighting styles while he was in the SEAUn because if he hadn’t been dedicating himself to freedom fighting, he (canonically) sought out some form of enlightenment / peace; so not only did he brush up on the fine arts (literature/music/visual arts/theatre), but he also brushed up on the martial arts as well. He had eight years to do this.

headcanon blurb, therapy.

I think Kogami did give it a go when he wasn’t forced to, but he felt horrified by his own thoughts and feelings on certain things (namely his trauma) and thought it wasn’t very productive that they’d repeat (though, he couldn’t help it). Thus, he does tons of other forms of therapy instead (i.g, physical, reading, etc.) that … don’t really address the problems he feels ashamed of having.

headcanon dump, misc.

when kogami lived/lives alone in japan, he has a tendency to walk around his own place naked; at most, half naked. after showers, he’ll have nothing but his towel on his head, and when he’s cooking, he’ll at least put on some boxers so to not get any oil splashes on himself lol. as an enforcer, he sorta did the same thing, though, much to his chagrin, living at one’s own workplace leaves you very little time to just lounge in your birthday suit when you’re called to duty so often and on such short notice, so more times than not, it’ll be half-naked.

As of 2110, Kogami Shinya has an air fryer.

kogami also tutors in foreign languages, of which he has surprising proficiency in most major language families. he also has some knowledge in ASL.

messy Kogami things: He’ll write his journal in a completely different language, but if he suspects people are reading through it, he’ll write their names in a language they can understand; so while they may not know why he mentioned them, they’ll know he’s talking about them.

Kogami is actually really great at writing up reports. ❤️

A loyal wordle player, when he had the internet connection for it. He missed the game when he went without while overseas, but now that he’s back, he’s loyally back at it at 12 AM. Needless to say, he enjoys other word games, and he’s a ruthless scrabble opponent.

while he doesn’t dance, he does have rhythm. he’s very involved with physical activity so, if you show him a dance, chances are you’ll see him having perfected it in very little time.

a bass and guitar player at some point in his life.

his favorite weather = clear skies (canon backing), since it’s when he can get the most outdoor activities done, and he feels rejuvenated by the open air, especially when there’s a slight breeze to go with it. patches of clouds don’t ruin it for him, and while he prefers day > night since he does a lot of … ruminating at night.

a beer guy.

kogami can’t consume media normally, and I mean that in the funniest way possible. while he does have his mindless indulgences, his favorite ones are usually thought provoking, and he very rarely settles for media that doesnt stimulate him or cheap entertainment. he’s definitely the kind of guy who gets into forum arguments over character fights / strength and lore / world building / theme analysis.

kogami can either be incredibly thoughtful in his gift giving (extending his own interests into his choices for the recipient, such as giving someone a physical manga volume, or tickets to a museum if he knows the person is into fine arts) or … incredibly bad in that he was in so much of a loss in what to get someone that it ended up being something that he’d probably have liked to receive himself (i.g, a beach trip out, if he thinks the other person needs to relax and he doesn’t know how to say so since he’s big on surprises). he likes to get to know the people he keeps around intently; once you get past his RBF, he’s actually a very friendly, kind, generous, and cheerful guy. and i love that about him, actually.

lao heritage.

Kogami Shinya is Lao, but he and his family are naturalized Japanese citizens. His family immigrated from Central Laos (particularly Savannakhet) in the following years after the Neoliberal Economy’s collapse of 2022, and adopted Japanese names while processing their citizenship: his father, formerly known as Keo Souvannakham became Kogami Keo (at least retaining his given name since its pronunciation is similar to Kyo); his mother’s maiden name is unknown. Shinya himself never received a Lao name on paper, though because word of God is Lao, his play name / ຊື່ຫຼິ້ນ ( name otherwise called by his father’s family member and his family ) would have been Maa Noy / ໝານ້ອຍ ( translates to puppy. or just Noy, which means little. )

Growing up, Shinya spoke Japanese and Lao; naturally, more Japanese in public, while some Lao (and still, primarily Japanese) at home in the Central Lao dialect. He was able to retain the second language fairly well with regular reinforcement from his father and most of his family that remained in Japan with him, and was surprised (if not a teensy bit mortified) that it was included in his archaic language studies in college. Keo was the one who encouraged Shinya to pick up kickboxing and wrestling, since both are popular forms of martial arts in Laos.

Some of his motivation to migrate southward to Southeast Asia after leaving Hong Kong was in part due to his heritage; with his very Japanese name, he stuck out at first, but his being able to speak Lao helped him assimilate with some of the locale with its similarities with the other southeast Asian languages; it helped that his language studies also tutored him in Thai and Khmer. Though he traveled through Laos, he settled right in within a year of stationing himself in central Cambodia; as much as one can settle in in a war zone, anyway.

headcanon, misc.

Kogami’s earlobes are pierced, and have been since he was a young teenager. At that age, he had a teeny tiny punk streak, and got it done in an inconspicuous shop. While his holes have since remained empty, they’re amazingly enough, still there, and he occasionally accessorizes accordingly when he finds a pair he likes or he’s gifted some.

On the conversation of jewelry, Kogami prefers necklaces a lot. Though the dog tags he wears overseas do serve a purpose, they also happen to be pretty fashionable for himself. On any other circumstances, he wears plain, loose pendants and the occasional choker.

as an enforcer, kogami goes shirtless (even half naked) through the MWPSB building almost 90% of the time he’s off duty, or when he expects to be confined to the building. he keeps the allusion of him wearing clothing up by using holo.

I think that not only would Kogami be a FFXIV player if it continues to exist in Psycho-Pass world, but he would’ve been a Lalafell player with Mentor Status. Not because he’s one of those weird Lalafell players or anything, but he’s one of those weirdly good players. Somehow, on top of his advanced curriculum and constant extracurricular activities and many many hobbies, he’d have made time for levelling all of his classes, being caught up in content and regularly high end raiding for the simple fact that it stimulated his mind. Lalafell was just because he thought “Aw, little guys.” And then got attached to his little guy.

pre-pp3 headcanons

kogami, immediately landing in japan, barely got a security clearance. despite frederica’s promise that he’d get there without issue, security drones stopped him for his criminal coefficient and revolver, and he likes to think that it’s the sibyl system’s way of reminding him how thin of ice he’s on. despite this hiccup, frederica delivered on her promise that he got as much freedom as a citizen (aside from the obvious stipulation of wearing her metaphorical leash); while it remains unknown how much power frederica has parallel to sibyl’s jurisdiction, she was able to secure him a reliable source of replenishment for his revolver since he refused to let go of in favor of the semi-automatic glock standard that the SAD agents carry. how many rounds he has exactly can be equal to the amount of cigarettes he has on hand on any given day, though he’s frugal by an eight year old habit with how many he fires off; he’s always preferred fighting hand to hand, anyway, so he’s not pressed too worried.

speaking of rounds, kogami’s gotten great at unloading and reloading the revolver with eight years of practice on hand. the fastest time he’s ever been able to do either is well under six seconds. he’d be the envy of cowboys.

he doesn’t have a penny to his name the moment he’s back in japan, though it might have been the case anyway when he left; he kept paper money on him, sure, but exchange rates overseas are useless since the global economy collapsed long before his birth with few efforts from nations to salvage it, so he lived frugally in this short time period of his return or on frederica’s authorized budget / allowance (which she strictly regulated how many cigarettes he can get on her credit since she hates those cancer sticks, and being his usual prideful self, he hated having to rely on her too much to begin with). during this time, he counted his cigarettes by the sticks because he didn’t know when he’d get paid enough to afford another carton, let alone a pack, and in tibet, he was only ever able to get those two cartons he got from garcia. so, yes, he might smoke less in general, but it’s not like he had much choice to begin with, so while he’s under begrudging management of his vice, it’s half by choice and half by circumstance.

frederica told kogami that he could stay anywhere he wanted if not for government standard apartments… within reason, just as long as he made it to work in time. you’d think that with the way he lived overseas he wouldn’t be so picky, but eight years was just enough to be able to adapt, assimilate, and grow comfortable with the simple way of life he had. his requirements were minimal holo and lots of nature — which he couldn’t find much of in tokyo … so, he settled with an “old-school” neighborhood, not terribly far from an abolition block that didn’t use so much holo that retained its own nostalgic air, what with family owned storefronts. because it’s tokyo, rent is rent, but it reminds him a little bit of the home he had when he was a boy, if not for the towering bookshelves he erects with every week he’s had the place.

never goes anywhere without the revolver; at first, it’s a sentimental notion to carry Pops and the weight of his first judged kill with him, but with SAD agents being required to conceal carry due to the nature of their work, Kogami himself got a custom holster made for himself. He’s also quite paranoid of encountering any foes he’s made overseas back at home; his fears have only come true by First Inspector. Guess what goes around will keep coming around.

headcanon, misc.

He prefers baths over showers, and in his own personal bathroom, he bathed with a bucket and a bowl. Showering like this overseas wasn’t exactly an issue since he already developed the manner to do so growing up.

Inherited a gold chain from his father’s side of the family; still has it, though doesn’t wear it on the job. Made from Laos gold.

He instinctually lowers his head into a bow when walking past elderly individuals.

He gets very touchy about having his head and feet touched.

Kogami only has a total of two meals a day. He wakes up, drinks coffee and smokes, has a burger (or any other meaty / protein equivalent ), then either another cup of coffee or udon for dinner. How he’s managed to stay on top of his health is above anyone, even himself. He’s generally not awake for breakfast, anyway, and just goes straight into his morning workout.

Kogami can speak Viet, but like, only in Southern Vietnamese dialect. The same can be said for his Lao, considering his family is from Savannakhet. He can understand the Vientiane dialect, but he’s a little lost the further north he gets.

A wee headcanon but Kogami is a bit tan from both his southeast Asian heritage as well as how much sun he soaks up on the regular with his work.

[viscerax]

do you have any Jay headcannons?

Omg yes I do!!!!!

Jay is a midwest emo music lover til he DIES. Show him some Front Bottoms or McCafferty and he goes insane. I feel like during the hotel hopping arc, he tried to make Tim listen to his cd's, but Tim just dissed on them the entire time.

I think he knows like a little bit of guitar. Type of guy to sit down and play Wonderwall

Hated college parties with a passion. Would go and pet the owners dog. Typically Alex would drag him along to some and he would just like. Stand in the corner. He's just overall a very awkward dude.

Him and Alex used to have liveleak binge sessions. Started off as just an Alex thing but then Jay got curious and so they just started binging liveleak together.

Not rlly a headcanon but he reminds me of the webkinz milk plushie. Or like that Pou plushie with the big ass eyes

Has 1 secret stuffed animal that he slept with almost every night that no one knows about. It got burnt down in his apartment :(

Firm believer in using shampoo AND conditioner... none of that 3 in 1 shit. If someone tells him they use 3 in 1 he glares at them from the corner of his eyes... might buy you shampoo and conditioner as a sassy birthday gift

Autistic. Jay Merrick is autistic. No im not taking arguments on this it is CANON Troy wagner himself told me (/j)

Trans ftm Jay merrick!!!!! Sorry he just gives me trans vibes.... but also I feel like he could totally also be mtf. He's just so transgender that honestly either one would work.

Doesn't like small yapping dogs like chihuahuas and stuff like that, but loves big dogs. He prefers dogs that are chilled out and calm, ones that can sit on top of him and fall asleep like that when he needs it (autism strikes again)

But he also really likes cats. Any cats. He doesn't care if they're mean, loving, energetic, grumpy, he loves cats. He's allergic but he does not care, he thought it out.

Likes birdwatching. Can name almost any bird he sees off the top of his head. Alex liked to mess with him in college by pointing at random birds as they walked to their classes, and listening as Jay rambled about the species.

Stims by making bird calls.

Religiously washes his signature hat. Absolutely can not stand the thought that his hat is dirty, says it feels different. Will wash it in whatever available sink or body of water. He would rather have a wet hat them a dirty hat.

[edith-is-a-cat]

who is/are your comfort character(s)? lighter or matches? do you leave the window open at night? which cryptyd being do you believe in? what color are your eyes? why did you do that? hair-ties or scrunchies? how many water bottles are in your room right now? which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? would you slaughter the rich? favorite extracurricular activity? what kind of day is it? when was the last time you ate? do you love the smell of earth after it rains? are you a parent? (all answers qualify) can you drive? are you farsighted or nearsighted? what hair products do you use? imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? do you say soda or pop? something you’ve kept since childhood? what type of person are you? how do you feel about chilly weather? if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? perfume/body spray or lotion? a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? about how many hours of sleep did you get? do you wear a mask? how do you like your shower water? is there dishes in your room? what type of music keeps you grounded? do you have a favorite towel? the last adventure you’ve been on? is there a song you know every word to by heart? what’s your timezone? how many times have you changed your url? someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? a soap bar that smells good? do you use lip balm? did you have any snacks today? how do you take your coffee? an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? what’s your take on spicy foods? you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? can you remember what happened yesterday? favorite holiday film? what was the last message you sent? when did you first try an alcohol beverage? can you skip rocks? can i tag you in random stuff?

laughs evilly

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Ive never really pinned down a meaning to comfort character for me i think the closest to the textbook definition would be idia and ortho?

lighter or matches?

Lighter.

ahem

Vivienne Westwood Orb Lighter Necklace.

i need it.

do you leave the window open at night?

Nope. in fact its very covered bc the light from it makes my room creepy

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

i believe all could exist nessy is mu favorite tho

what color are your eyes?

Gray/Green

why did you do that?

Do what?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

Srunchies, my hair does not want to free hair ties.

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

zero i do not take bottles to my room i only have my cup up here (which i never remember to fill)

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Depends greatly on the flavor but i like iced due to the fact i can drink it immediately

would you slaughter the rich?

this is a very nuanced question due to to wills and stuff perhaps if i did have the immediate benefits of 1) another takes their place 2) their wealth is immediately pumped through the economy to benefit everyone slaughtering them probably wouldn't do much good when you think about the fine details… so it's kind of a shrug of the shoulders question at the moment

favorite extracurricular activity?

Art? uhm idrk/do any extracurriculars

what kind of day is it?

low-high had a drop in the morning and feel really good now

when was the last time you ate?

Just a bit ago i had fries i dipped and ceaser dressing and taco bell sauce mixed with ketchup

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

HER NAME IS PETRICHOR I LIVE HER

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

Yes i am the Guardian of three strayish cats

can you drive?

if i could i would be in Louisiana rn

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

i believe i will be nearsighted

what hair products do you use?

shampoo, conditioner, and hopes and dreams

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

good question how many colors do i have bc i have done some cool things

BTW THIS IS SO GENUINELY COOL BC I WAS 11-12 WHEN I DID THIS AND I WAS USING JUST THE NORMAL BRUSHES ON THE NAIL POLISH still proud

do you say soda or pop?

soda

something you’ve kept since childhood?

MY TEDDY BEAR I GOT AT BIRTH‼️‼️ TEDDY MY BABY ILY

what type of person are you?

Uh?? a persony person???

how do you feel about chilly weather?

love it im not being blasted by ac indoors

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

having a roof top picnic

perfume/body spray or lotion?

YES.

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

i think my birthday plans? im just really excited bc i had a propsal i liked

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

10? maybe i only half sleep when i wake up for the first time

do you wear a mask?

no, I would but people (BIO DAD) get very judey about them

how do you like your shower water?

just a bit warmer then comfortable

is there dishes in your room?

nope not allowed to have food in my room (ignore me getting snacks)

what type of music keeps you grounded?

grounded? maybe music that has bad memories tied to i try not to think of that and think of things around me? idrk what that means

do you have a favorite towel?

Yes i have a very thick big and plush towel i love it only thing i would change is the color (its just gray..)

the last adventure you’ve been on?

father's day gift for my bonus dad :3

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

I CANT HELP BUT MAKE A SCENE STEPPING OUT OFF MY HOT PINK LIMOUSINE IM TURING HEADS AND STOPPING TRAFFIC WHEN I POSE THEY SCREAM WHEN I JOKE THEY LAUGH IVE GOT A PAIR OF EYES TBAT THEY ARE GETTING LOST IN I HYPNOTIZE BY THE WAY IM WALKING

then cries bc i forgot the rest (i knew it by heart in middle school 😔)

okay probably heatwaves, life itself, pork soda, gooey, and black mambo by glass animals strawberry chainsaw by JAWNY monster from adventure time distant lands i believe? i could sing black sheep on karoke and do pretty well

wolf in sheeps clothing..

what’s your timezone?

CST/UTC−06:00

how many times have you changed your url?

Once, it used to be "edith-is-apparently-a-cat" didn't want others to find my tumblr so i threw a new word in there

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

no one?

a soap bar that smells good?

anything eucalyptus has me

do you use lip balm?

when i remember it

did you have any snacks today?

do the fries count

how do you take your coffee?

as much sugar as you can put in it

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

TikTok ig? i don't have a presence there like i do here tried twitter never really vibed

what’s your take on spicy foods?

God im a sheet of paper wish i could eat more bc some are so good just.... tolerance of a worm

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

I would have to do research before making that decision

can you remember what happened yesterday?

A bit? not everything exact i was just called into work early and made a bunch in tips

favorite holiday film?

The home alone movies 🙏🙏 yes i like them both I FUCKED UP THE ANSWER FOR DOVE SO YOU ARE ALSO GETTING IT

CHRISTMAS!!!!!! i love walking by the trees and decorations at night i love how cold it is i love the food i love the fact we are traveling around for family AAAAAA I WANNA GO TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY!!!!!!! second to that is thanksgiving bc so many people come around and theres food and sometimes I get to see my friends (WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT WOULD BE SO COOL TO HAVE CHRISTMAS AND THANKSGIVING WITH XEN)

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

My mom offered me a sip of her wine when i was little and i hissed back SMELLS BAD ME NO DRINK though the process of making it is really cool

can you skip rocks?

no :(

can i tag you in random stuff?

OFCCCCC

[kahlanmars]

PAPER RINGS part. 3

Hello friends! This is the 3rd chapter. What can I say? I'm sorry? I'm sorry!

MASTERLIST

3. This is my place, I make the rules

When you arrive at District Twelve everything looks different. In a month the citizens really made progress and rebuilt almost everything, and now Twelve is a reminder of what it has been, and at the same time it’s new. 

Haymitch is waiting for you at the station, with a box on his hands and a smirk on his face. You want to kick the expression off of his face, preferably with a kiss.

You give to him your bags - you dyed them pink, and now they are flashy and sparkly - and you jump into his arms, hooking your legs to his waist. 

«I’m all yours for a whole week.» You whisper against his lips. His smirk becomes a genuine smile. 

«Sure you don’t want to make it a month?» He proposes and he smacks your ass. 

«Mhh, so not sure. It’s good to be here.»

It is good. You missed the place, and you missed your home. When you arrive and you open the bedroom’s door something sneaks out in the blink of an eye, though. You yell, because it’s little and black, but not so little.

«Haymitch what was that? A spider?»

«Babe, if that was a spider we would have a problem.» He mocks you and he returns with a baby kitten in his arms. It’s so little, a baby pet, that it’s odd in Haymitch’s arms, a man so tough and strong. You want to kiss him even more.

«And who are you?» You gasp. It’s adorable. It’s utterly adorable and it’s a mini puppy, you’ve always wanted a puppy. «It’s beautiful, so beautiful!»

«Listen, Katniss found it. She was hunting.» The cat watches you with yellow wary eyes. It’s a black small thing, with little ears and claws. It doesn’t trust you yet, of course, but you can only imagine the amount of cuddles you’ll give it when it will. 

A pet in Twelve is not something common. Animals are for eggs, milk, hunting, labor or food. In the dark days it wasn’t uncommon to eat even pet animals, because starving makes you do things you always found disgusting. But watching the Hunger Games, you saw capitol citizens with their dogs or cats in their purses. Ridiculousness aside - most of the poor pets were even dyed bright colors - you promised yourself you would have a pet when you grew up.

Of course it didn’t happen until now.

«Hunting? A kitten in the woods?» Oh, what happened to his poor mother…

«Yeah, and Katniss doesn’t need food so much anymore, but another in Twelve… She didn’t want it. It reminded her of Prim’s pet.» You remember Primrose’s pet from Thirteen, an angry red big cat who Pet always carried around. You think the name is something that concerns flowers, like… Buttercup. Yeah, the name is Buttercup. Now he is in Two, with Prim and Mrs. Everdeen.

«And you took it? You?» You are giggling. He hates it. He is not one for pets or so he believes. He has the geese and when Peeta suggested eating one of them, his temper got so much worse they abandoned the idea. Their geese have names. Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Finnick… the rudest one is Johanna.

«It was either that or a stew.» 

«Oh stop it, you big softie.» You get up to kiss him on the cheek. He smells like shampoo and you want to kiss him so much he forgets his name, especially if he has a cat.

There is a small part of you who is annoyed, because this house is where you are going to live and he didn’t ask you if you wanted a cat, but he saved the puppy. That’s the big thing here.

«Don’t make anything out of it.» He warns you. He always wants you to know he is not a great person. Like he didn’t save your life more than once, like he didn’t sacrifice his well being for you, like he didn’t ease your pain for months after the shooting. 

«What’s its name?» You completely ignore him, focusing on those little paws. Oh yes you are a little tiger!

«Stew.» He shrugs. 

«…Stew?» You try not to laugh. 

«Yeah. It was either that or Roast.»

«You’ve named the kitten “Stew”?» You repeat, in disbelief. Only Haymitch could think of something like that, and it’s utterly cute. You know he would hate the word, but it’s cute. «Oh, I love you so much!»

You go for a kiss, but the cat does not agree and it’s fast to use their claws. You have to clarify one or two things. First: Haymitch Abernathy is yours.

«Oh, calm down, kitty. She’s jealous.» You explain like it’s something she has done multiple times. You have no idea, maybe she just hates you.

«Suddenly it’s a she?» He laughs, and then he starts talking to the cat like a complete idiot. Adorable. «Don’t hurt mama.»

«She is a daddy’s girl.» You snort. Nonetheless, you are determined to win this cat. 

He takes her to the cat’s bed - you can’t believe he made a cat’s bed - and then you are free to kiss him properly. 

«Hi daddy.» You murmur in an allusive tone.

Of course, you mean the cat’s daddy, but at the word you could swear he growls - a sound so arousing you are determined to make him do that everytime you can - and he sweeps you out of your feet. «You are testing my patience.»

«No patience to test, take me.» You whisper, a little overwhelmed by the fast movement of your allegedly old boyfriend. 

«How was that thing before? I love you so much?» He smirks. Your weight must be heavy on his knees, but he doesn’t mention it, you don’t know if out of pride or he is stronger than what you may think.

«So much it hurts.» You confirm. 

«Do you want to go somewhere tonight? We even have a restaurant now.» You can’t imagine the Hob with something like a real restaurant, but it’s a nice surprise. You and him, in public. It’s new. In Capitol City nobody knows you, but in Twelve he is the Victor, and everybody saw you growing up. It could be embarrassing to see you two together, even after Thirteen. You are not big on public affection. Well you would be, he is more discreet. 

«What? Of course I want to! And I’d like to go to the Hob later.» You answer happily.

«Later?» He smirks, but you stop him.

«Now I have to work.»

He rolls his eyes. «Are you fucking kidding me?»

A smile creeps on your lips and you pull him closer to you. «Yes, Mr. Abernathy, I was fucking kidding you. Come and give me a proper welcome.»

You weren’t fucking kidding him. You gave up and pretended because you saw he was about to get annoyed, and you enjoyed a romantic dinner with your husband to be, but you really have to work. The plan is simple: you will look for every dress and outfit you might find, from Holly and her friends, and then you’ll try to enlighten the similarities, the common points. 

The next day your mother comes into the house with a huge bag full of clothes, scarves, shoes and everything she thought could have helped. It’s a great thing, exactly the reason why you are in the Village.

Holly looks pretty. She has an autumn flower dress down her ankles and her hair is wrapped in a brown braid. She even wears a little bit of makeup, some eyeshadows and mascara, you suppose. After Thirteen it’s weird to see her like this, but a good weird. Life is better now, and she gets to enjoy it. She still works as a midwife, but now she doesn’t have to fear for the life of the babies she helps because of the Hunger Games. The relief must be immense.

«So, these are all my dresses. Some I had but I used the fabric to make other ones, but I managed to keep one of your grandmother's.»

«It’s more than what I hoped for, mama. Thank you so much!» You taste the fabric. You can work with that, you think. It’s tough and thick for winter and dry and thin for summer. In Capitol City they don’t pay attention to those things, because they have air conditioning in every room and they can wear whatever they want. In Twelve winter is freezing cold and summer is so hot you might faint if you are not used to it, and nobody has a ventilator.

«How are you? You look a little pale.» 

«Thanks mom, you always say the right thing.» You add, sarcastically. Your sarcasm became worse after Haymitch.

«No, I mean, I don’t want you to tire yourself too much. You look skinnier too. Do you eat in the Capitol?»

You shrug. «I may have skipped lunch sometimes, I have to work. But it’s just for six months and I cook dinner.»

You didn’t notice a change in your appearance. For twenty years you suffered from lack of proper food, so if something happened is that now you have a more balanced diet than before. Yes, you didn’t eat once or twice because you needed to finish an important job, but everyone does that in the Capitol.  

«I did not send you to Capitol City to starve.»

You roll your eyes, but you understand food is a big topic for her. She was the one responsible for your health when you were a kid, and more than once she pretended she wasn’t hungry so you could have another slice of bread. For her it’s appalling that you don’t eat because you don’t want to.

Before you could answer Haymitch comes to the door.

«Hey, you are here.»

«My love!» You get up and immediately kiss him fiercely. You decide to ignore the glance your mother gives you. Honestly, it’s all his fault. He deliberately decided to wear a black shirt, and black suits his blue eyes so much. 

«To what do I have the honor of all this?» He asks, licking your lips, before he goes for another peck.

«You are here with me and I get to kiss you whenever I want.» You watch him like he hung the stars to the sky, and it’s even embarrassing at times.

«Yeah, with no regards to your poor mother.» Holly adds.

«You should be happy that I’m so happy and well treated.»

He seems uneasy, though, and it can’t be because of your mom because he repeatedly said he won’t be embarrassed because he kisses his wife.

«Babe, I didn’t know you were there.»

«You don’t think I’m in my house?» You raise an eyebrow. 

«I said to Marjorie I can keep Ivy for an hour.» He said to Marjorie. That means they talk. You try, you really try not to be jealous. In Thirteen he chose you. He could have had her, but they decided they weren’t into each other anymore. You trust Haymitch. You love him, so you have to trust him.

And yet he didn’t tell you about the job for her. He didn’t mention he talked to her again. But, maybe it’s just because for him it’s natural. Do you mention every time you help Perla or Lora? Nope.  

«It’s not a problem, I can take care of Ivy.» You answer, a little bit puzzled. You did it before, you like the kid.

At this moment the very infamous Marjorie arrives. She is always so beautiful it stings. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks like she is a movie star. She is so bright, and she is tall, much taller than you. She wears a light blue dress with gold embroideries, and her makeup is little but it’s there, to cover all the imperfections. You forgot to put on your makeup today - something that happens when you are in Twelve - and now you feel less pretty than before. Rationally it’s so stupid, Haymitch knows your face. You make love to him, sleep with him and shower with him, you can’t do that with your makeup on. But what if he does a comparison now?

No, stop. You are just panicking about nothing.

«Hi! Oh, Daisy you are back.» She comments, and you can tell by her voice she is not happy at all. It’s no news you don’t like each other, it became a bit of a joke during your days in bed. She came with Ivy and commented sarcastically for the whole time, it was even funny. It’s not funny now.

«Indeed I am. Oh hi little lady!» You immediately hug Ivy, who screams “Auntie Daisy! Uncle Mitch!” and it makes you happy. Auntie and Uncle it’s ok. And Ivy, you love Ivy. Sometimes you think you got it wrong, you should have kept the baby and now your life would be very different. She is growing up so much. Her blonde hair is wrapped in two braids now, pure Twelve style, and her eyes are so shiny. She can talk now, not good but she tries a lot. And she is adorable like the kitten.

«I just have to do some work and I didn’t think it was right for Ivy.» Yeah, you can agree with that. Holly was forced to take you with her during the labors and you didn’t like what you saw most of the time.

«I love spending time with my niece. Isn’t it right, little lady? What do you want to do?» You hug her and she plays with your hair. 

«Stew!» Ivy yells, with an acute voice that you can have only when you are two and a half. 

«She likes the cat.» She explains. If she likes the cat and the cat likes her, that means she is familiar with the house. 

«I figured.»

«Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy.» Marjorie has the nerve to add. And it’s odd, because he never told you anything about it. Never mentioned in the phone calls, never talked during the weekends. Either it’s not important, but you doubt that, or he is hiding something from you. 

«Oh really?» 

«She is wonderful with him.» You try not to be affected. Is he spending a lot of time with her too? She moves in the house like she owns it. She knows it. And it’s impossible she knew it from before, because the Abernathys used to live in the Seam.

She has been here more than once.

In your house.

«Well she must be very happy with her grumpy uncle.» You try to smile. The first rule is not to be affected by the enemy’s words. You don’t want to be humiliated, so you have to pretend you already know everything. Of course you know she cleaned your home when you were away. Of course you know Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy. Everything is okay and mutual and you don’t have a problem at all with it because you are confident and you trust your partner.

«She really is. And she needs a male figure in her life.»

You nearly choke when even Holly raises an eyebrow. The audacity. First because Holly didn’t give you a “male figure” in your life and you grew up well - really well if you may add - and second, is she implying he could be her dad?

«Today she has to stay with me instead. Why don’t you go laying down for a bit?» You turn your face to Haymitch, who seems oblivious of all this. «We didn’t sleep tonight, you must be so tired.»

It’s a low blow, you are well aware. Referring to your night, to your sex life and also being awfully domestic it’s the only weapon you have right now.

«Yeah, maybe for a while. You should rest after» He kisses your cheek, Ivy’s cheek - “G’bye uncle Mitch!”, she answers - and he goes upstairs.

«Do you want a hand with Ivy?» Your mother asks, but you raise your shoulders. You are fuming with rage but not against the poor kid.

«No, you can go with Mar if you want.» 

And when you stay alone with the blonde baby, you pretend everything is okay.

It’s dinner time when Marjorie takes Ivy away and you are tired. You fix an easy dinner, and you start sketching while you are eating.

«Was that really necessary?»

Haymitch asks. You didn’t see him coming, he was asleep and you let him. He has trouble sleeping, and it got worse after Thirteen, when he decided he wanted to stay sober. You don’t help in that, keeping his night busy, and so if he falls asleep you are more than happy to let him be.

You don’t play dumb. There’s no use in that.

«Of course. I have to remind her what’s mine. I didn’t think you noticed, though.» You murmur.

«I noticed, I just have a really hard time not humoring you.» He really has a hard time not lying to you too.

«Good.» You accept his kiss, but you don’t let it go. «Why are you spending time with her?»

«I’m not.» He denies.

«You are. You are spending an awful lot of time with Ivy.»

«Yes, and she’s not there. Look, she needed some help.» You can get that she needed help. Maybe the documentation to be a nurse was late, it’s possible. What you can’t get is that he didn’t tell you. 

«And you made her your maid?» You snap. A maid. It makes you mad, you are a maid, well you were, his maid. And he did tell you that he wanted you because you needed a job, yeah, but also because he liked you.

He was a gentleman about it, you didn’t even realize it. But if this is his modus operandi you can’t help but feel worried.

«What the fuck are you talking about?» 

«Did she keep the house clean?»

«Sometimes.»

«And you didn’t tell me.»

«I didn’t think it was important.»

«Haymitch - what the hell? You don’t think it’s important? It’s my stuff too!» The thought of Marjorie going into your things makes you so mad. What if you had a pregnancy test? And what about your doctor’s documentation? You have some things about Doctor Aurelius in here, some meds when you need them. Your letters with your mother. Your fucking diary. You don’t trust Marjorie enough to be sure she didn’t read your personal stuff to use it later.

«She did it once or twice!»

«And what about the kitten? Why are you making all these decisions without me?» That’s the main focus. He is not alone anymore, you have to take the decisions in two. That’s what a marriage is.

«You don’t live here.»

«For now!»

«Well it’s my house.»

You stop, and you know he saw the flesh of hurt in your eyes. So it’s his house, just his. You are just an attraction, a trinket of the house. There is the fridge, the carpet, the sink and the Daisy. 

«No, Daisy I didn’t mean-»

«No, no, ok. It is your house after all.» Because it is, and suddenly all these words from Holly make sense. When she told you to beware, to earn something from yourself, never trust a man completely, always being independent. You knew these words were true, but you were so stupid to think Haymitch didn’t apply to the category. Because he is so perfect. So handsome and sweet. Truth is you are still in the honeymoon phase and you don’t know how he behaves with a wife, you only know how he is around his young hot girlfriend.

«Don’t be stupid.» He growls but this time it’s not arousing, it’s annoying. He doesn’t get to be angry, you didn’t do anything wrong. You begin to climb the stairs, but he easily takes your wrist. He knows better than this.

And you are not stupid. He is not the smart one. You are not stupid, you are not stupid. He is just angry.

«Can I pack my bags over your bed?» You answer bitterly, freeing your arm with a movement.

«Sweetheart… no, wait, pack your bags?»

«Yeah. I have the clothes, so I can go back to the Capitol.» You resonate. You could have done this in a day, you just wanted to spend time with him but if the situation is like this it’s better for you to return to Effie’s home and keep doing your job.

«Sweetheart, stop.» He takes your wrist again, but gentler this time, so you let him. You still like his touch.

«You are calling me “Baby” a lot.» You complain. 

«And…?» He looks lost.

«Something is wrong when you call me baby.»

«Or I like the term and I was afraid to be creepy before.» He smiles. «C’mon, we are good, you and I. We are great.»

“We are great”. You haven't spent a week together in a long time. He doesn’t want to do a single thing for the ceremony, and he makes you feel like you are trying too much. And he doesn’t like Capitol City even on the weekends.

«Are we?» You whisper.

«Yes!» He is certain about it. You know he loves you, you know that. Or, he loved Hunger Games Daisy. Daisy in Danger. Does he love you now? Now that life is calm and you don’t have any danger upon you?

«You don’t want to know anything about the wedding. I’m doing everything. You didn’t even ask Peeta which cake you wanted! And I thought it was about the ceremony but now you are deciding a lot without me.»

He rolls his eyes. «It’s a kitten.»

«A cat is a family pet.» It feels like he doesn’t understand what is wrong. And he doesn’t because for him it’s his house. What if you didn’t like a cat? What if you wanted to travel all the time? Or you wanted a dog for protection? He never discussed that with you just like he never discussed having a maid. 

«I thought you would have loved her.» He is sincere. He looks sincere and part of you just wants to end the discussion and kiss him, you don’t handle his face well when he is sad.

«I adore her. But you don’t adopt a puppy without telling your future wife.» You try to be calm about it, because you are tired. You just want to end it.

«It’s just a cat. If it is about Marjorie…» But it’s not just the cat, it’s the concept!, you want to scream, but screaming is not the solution.

«I’m not putting a number because I’m jealous, but she is trying to get to you.»

«She needs help. Your mother is helping her too.»

«Oh please.»

«Do you want me to deny help because my little girlfriend is jealous?» You don’t like the mocking tone he uses for the word “Girlfriend”. You like to be his girlfriend, you are proud to be his girlfriend.

«I want you to tell me when you hire someone! But of course it’s your house so you can do whatever you want.»

«Twice! For fucks sake, she cleaned twice!»

«She enjoyed it a lot when I didn’t know that. You humiliated me. And you made her a secret to keep.»

«"You humiliated me”?! Are you out of your mind?»

«Yes! Yes indeed I am! I have doctor’s receipts to prove that, I think Marjorie saw them!»

«Now you are twisting my words. You know what I think? I think you are making that up. Yes, I’m the great evil! Stay in Capitol City with your Effie and your fucking glitters!» It hurts again that he thinks that of you.

«How dare you.» Your lips are wobbling. Big girls don’t cry, you remind yourself. If you shed a tear it means you’ve lost, and you love to win. You have to handle this like an adult, not like a whiny teenager.  

«I dare because it’s true. Let’s go to the Cinema like the Capitols, let’s dress like the Capitols, let’s fucking live like a Capitol!»

«I spent every night working on my useless wedding dress, I have four hours of sleep per day and now you tell me I want to live like a Capitol? I wish!»

«Yes Daisy, you are a fucking martyr!» He screams. 

«I never said that!» You burst into tears, and he immediately takes you in his arms. It’s warm and nice against him, but you remember all his words.

So you take a step back. 

«Let me go.» You murmur, and you take your purse. «I’ll take a walk.»

The walk is not like you expected it. You wanted to be angry, but you are just sad. You and Haymitch don’t fight, you discuss, and you never raise your voice. You don’t like when he screams. He rarely does that now, because you have the habit of covering your ears and he understands he is hurting you.

He loves you. You knew he wasn’t perfect but you accepted it. He became so much better in a few months. He quitted alcohol and that is huge, he raises the geese alone, he helps you in every way possible. He even tries to make friends on your behalf, you are always scared he doesn’t have any friends when you are in the Capitol.

And you are not perfect either. You are whiny, you are busy, a spoiled pest most of the time, you moved across the country to chase your dream and that’s good, but he is alone. And he handled that great, without telling you anything wrong. He is tired because of the weekends, he is always on the train and that’s stressful. And he has Katniss and Peeta to care about, now that he is Katniss’ legal tutor he has a major responsibility. It’s not easy.

This is stupid. You want your boyfriend, you love him and he loves you. You can work things out, you are sure of it, love is enough.

You quickly walk back to your house, ready to apologize, and you open the door.

Just to see Haymitch and Marjorie kissing in the kitchen.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

088 of 2025

Do you like orange juice with or without pulp?

Without please. Pulp is disgusting.

Do you want to be cremated or buried when you die?

I want to be immortal okay.

What’s something you often end up messing up or breaking?

The rules lol. Especially at work.

Has the gender you’re attracted to ever laid in your bed?

Geez I'm married.

If you were getting a tattoo, what would it be of?

I just got a tattoo 3 days ago and you can see what it is:

It's a way to honour my late cat, the one I loved the most of all cats.

Have you ever named a bug in your house and thought of it as a pet?

Yea, we had a spider and I named him Henry. For real. Until my cat ate him.

Can you eat ketchup, mustard, or mayo right out of the packet/bottle?

Ew no. Too much is too much.

What’s the theme of the calendar that’s closest to you?

Cats. I always buy calendars with kitties.

Have you ever accidently called a teacher mom or dad?

Nope.

Do you know anyone with a lisp?

Yes, myself. A leftover from that stroke, you know. My speech won't improve further.

Out of all your school yearbook photos, which year was your best picture?

We don't have such things in our schools.

Have you ever fired a gun with one hand?

I've never fired a gun, let's start from that.

Do you wear a belt every day?

No. Only on days when it fits my outfits, and even then, not always.

Out of all the people you know, who has the coolest eyes and why?

Nielsje and that taxi driver, and my husband. All three have very pretty eyes, that's just it.

Have you ever worn something as jewelry that wasn’t meant to be jewelry?

I don't think so.

How tall is/are your sibling/s, if you have any?

She's 165 cm tall, I think. Shorter than me for sure.

What color is the majority of your underwear?

Black.

Would you want to learn Russian?

I already know some random words, but no, I would rather learn Polish. Very underrated language.

Have you ever participated in a shaving cream fight?

What, no. Do people really do such things?

What’s the greatest thing you’ve ever heard a little kid say?

I saw it on a video, a woman asks her husband if he would still love her if she was fat, and then their little son says "Mum, but you are fat". It stayed in my head because kids can be brutally honest XD

What was you most recent ex’s middle name?

Guess what, Jeroen. I still feel sorry for him.

How long do you wait to let conditioner settle in your hair?

I don't use conditioner. I'd rather use 2 in 1 shampoo.

What’s the stupidest music video you’ve ever seen?

Where do I start lol.

Can you play Texas Hold'em?

Never played it, so nope, I think.

Have you ever gotten kicked out of a restaurant?

No, there was no reason.

Do you know who/what Slenderman is?

Heard of it, and that's all.

Do you workout regularly?

If physiotherapy counts, then yes.

Have you ever flashed anyone?

Lol no. Why would I.

Do you use bar soap or shower gel in the shower?

Shower gel. Much more accessible with my disability.

Who do you sit near in 4th period (if your still in school)?

I'm not in school anymore.

Have you ever been bitten by a dog?

No, but my mum was twice.

Do you get along with guys or girls more?

Guys, but if I like you, I like you and your gender doesn't matter.

Have you ever left a note in someone’s mailbox?

Yes, I leave Christmas cards in my physiotherapist's mailbox :P

Do you put anything weird on your scrambled eggs? (like syrup)

No. I put some bacon and onions or chives, and mushrooms. Nothing unusual.

What’s your favorite pokemon? (You know you have one)

Pikachu :D also Genesect.

What two thing combined smell terrible to you?

A lot, I have really strong sense of smell.

Have you ever been a victim of a prank? Tell me about it.

Yep. My husband told me I'm gonna be deported if I don't show up at the police, and I wasn't fully awake and I believed him. XD Massive brain fart, because how can you be deported from the country you're a citizen of.

Have you ever bit the inside of your cheek so hard that it bled?

Many times. The worst thing is that I keep biting on it by accident because it's so swollen.

Did you dress up for Halloween last year? If so, what were you?

I don't celebrate Halloween.

What instrument can you seriously not play to save your life?

A flute I guess.

Were you sitting, standing, or laying down for your first kiss?

How should I remember, it was centuries ago.

What’s the coldest weather you’ve ever been in?

I think -20°C.

Have you ever been to Carnival, Mardi Gras, Fantasy Fest, anything similar?

Never heard of these.

Name a good band that you’ve recently discovered.

The most recent was 3 years ago, it's HRFTR. Great French metal band, they have everything I look for in music.

Is your second toe longer than your first?

It is. I've heard it's rare.

Have you ever been in a store or bank while it was being robbed?

No, thankfully.

What’s the background of your computer of?

A photo of my beloved late cat. The cutest tabby girl in the world.

Do you concentrate better on tests with your hair pulled back?

What? I've never heard of anything like that.

Do you have any bruises on your legs right now?

Yeah. I always have bruised legs and I don't know where they come from.

Is your sneeze really loud or is it one of those quiet, held in ones?

I think it's just normal, average sneezes.

Have you ever jumped off a roof and landed in a pool?

Nope, I don't think I would doit anyway.

Would you wear sandals in public without your toes being painted?

Lol I'm a dude and I don't wear sandals. Why would I paint my nails?

What’s one song that reminds you of that little someone when you hear it?

This one.

Can you tolerate the sound of knuckles cracking?

Sure, why not.

[ddejavvu]

ok so obviously we have a well established stranger things hybrid hive on here which is so flourished and lovely

but it recently got me thinking abt mauraders hybrids. like ofc ik they have their animal counterparts and animagus selves already, but it could be a super cute play on too!!

like, tell me u cannot see remus lupin as a sweet, slightly grumpy, otter hybrid who’s life purpose is to hold hands as often as possible!! he loves bathing and just floating around on his back in the bath, blank stare as u try ur hardest to shampoo the bubbles into his hair, content with not helping even a bit. brings u little trinkets that he often steals from sirius’ hoard stash, smile on his face and so proud of himself until sirius stalks over (which either leads to a small brawl, or sirius hogging you for the rest of the night - if Remus has the audacity to give you his treasures, then you’ll become one of siris treasures too. no backsies)

sirius black being a little pedigree cat, all proud and yowling and getting into cat fights over even the briefest look that he could consider as sour. he’s the type of cat who’ll bat bat bat his owner with his paw if he feels even just slightly under appreciated. he can make do with regular food, but he’ll definitely prefer the richer ones. absolutely throws a fit if you don’t give him enough kisses, or if he thinks you’re favouring a n y o n e over him. he will straight out tell everyone he’s your favourite, because the more he says it, the likelier it is to be true in his head

horrifically clingy, albeit a little co dependent, nanny dog james potter. like the dog from Peter Pan, 100%. he’s big and slobbery and just full of love. let’s sirius bat at him whenever he feels the need to; james thinks it’s bats of love. will sit at the door when u bathe Remus, unsure if he’s pouting bc he wants to help you, or get in the bath himself, or if he wants to get in the bath with you allll. the ungodly amount of slobber this man tries to lay on you in relaxed moments is insane. maybe it’s one of those days where u come home or wake up and ur heads pounding, and u just need to nap, all lethargic and sore throated. u best believe james is gonna become a weighted (sloppy) blanket for as long as he feels. not u. him. he knows what u need better than u do (really just a ploy to let u get loved on, especially if ur more of a reserved, shy, quiet, touch-avoidant or easy breezy kind of person)

ALSO: sirius definitely finds a little bell on one of his treasure hunt adventures. u decide then that maybe he’d love a sleek little collar/necklace with a bell on it if he loves this throwaway bell sm, it also can’t hurt that sirius goes a little wonky at the idea of being owned or belonging to you anyone. he goes quiet when u give it to him, zones out stare, but quickly put it on etcetc. sirius’ biggest rival, remus, immediately is jealous and want one too. sirius concedes but only after a lengthy battle and only if you promise he’ll have a completely different design to his own sleek, black, pleated leather one. remus gets a thicker, greener, band with a bell. James is just happy to be there (but it’s a little unfair, he’s been so good about all of this so you get him a cutesy braided red one with a little golden bell, and also treat him to matching baby blue ribbons bracelets!!)

can also see them wanting an even more perm any form of this, insisting u all go out and get proper matching jewellery:,))

cw: hybrid au with poly!hyrbid!marauders. don't like don't read, or block the tag 'hybrid au' below. hybrid au faq

OH WHAT :(( my dream <3

otter!remus what if i cried!! he's a cuddler for sure, his hand is always always always in your own and he's a big clinger if you ever try breaking away <3 omg yes he lives for bath time, but he won't get in unless you promise you'll be there to shampoo and scrub his hair :') also, james and sirius are not allowed in the bathroom during bath time, because they're too rowdy and demanding of your attention and hey that's remus's >:(

omg cat!sirius!!! i think i've only ever gotten dog hybrid!sirius before, bc of his animagus, but i adore little black cat hybrid sirius who hates everyone but you kind of thing :') he's a menace, he whacks you all the time (never to hurt you, just to get your attention), and yes james lets him so he's the most common target, poor guy </3 he pitches fits every day, but he does know your limits, and if you're having a particularly bad day, he'll be all grumbly butting his head into your chest like was gonna complain about how cold it is but didn't wanna piss you off. jus' keep me warm instead.

dog hybrid!james !!!!!!!!!!! omg, i think the dog in peter pan was a st bernard, right?? biiiig buff beefy dog hybrid james who has massive arms and an even more massive heart <3 smooching is his favorite hobby, you're pretty much always under barrage of either his puckered lips or messy swipes of his tongue, no matter what you're doing. you could be sweeping the floors and he'll find a way to kiss you up. he's a big snuggler too, he loves just flopping his entire body on you and snoozing away, probably drooling into your neck

omg omg omg you propose the collars as, like, bracelets or something, but sirius takes it SO seriously (hehe). he puts it on faster than you think is possible, latches it proudly, and keeps stretching his neck out so everyone sees it standing proudly against his skin. and yeah, remus is pissed. you have to shut down their arguments and get them to the shops that night because Remus refuses to sleep without one. Personally, James doesn't need one, he knows any hybrid who tries approaching him will be able to smell you all over him from how much he flattens himself on you, and that's enough for him, but he really does loooove the red one you get him, he makes you put it on for him and he'll shiver when you trace your fingers over it while he's flopped on top of you <3

[bagheerita]

bc no one ever asks but I could talk about me forever, I present: all asks from this post answered!

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

For characters, I tend to gravitate toward social outcasts and assholes, but for media I rewatch when I want some comfort: lately it's been Leverage, but if I have the time I love me a season of Yu Yu Hakusho- the main characters are 4 flavors of outcast assholes and I love them all.

lighter or matches?

i'm more likely to have matches handy, but if a lighter is available i'll use it. this is such a weird question. do people have strong opinions about this??

do you leave the window open at night?

no. my windows are shit and don't open/aren't sealed properly so would let in bugs/let out my cats. Also it's winter, and 26 degrees out there so... no.

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

i believe in saying chupathingy chupacabra bc it's fun

what color are your eyes?

blue

why did you do that?

no idea, i just live here

hair-ties or scrunchies?

whatever suits the mood/style

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

none cat dish + humidifier = 2

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

the taste and/or smell of coffee makes me nauseous, so neither

would you slaughter the rich?

I mean, I don't think this would actually solve anything so no, unless someone came up with a compelling game plan

favorite extracurricular activity?

sleeping um, reading

what kind of day is it?

it's ok

when was the last time you ate?

lunch, five minutes ago

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

yes

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

yes, of fur-children. do not entrust me with the responsibility of human lives

can you drive?

yes

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

near

what hair products do you use?

...shampoo

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

sure, if you wanted, but I can't promise quality

do you say soda or pop?

1) I don't usually say any of these (haven't drank it in years) 2) in Texas it's all coke 3) if pressed i do prefer "soda" or "sodapop"

something you’ve kept since childhood?

a plush Siamese cat named Samantha

what type of person are you?

...a person type person. what does this mean?? introverted, i guess.

how do you feel about chilly weather?

I like "chilly" (50-70 degrees F) but anything colder than freezing is no bueno

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

looking at the sky, spotting clouds/birds, and chatting (i assume we aren't doing it right now, bc if we were we'd be freezing, throwing snowballs at my neighbors, and/or slipping, falling off, and calling 911)

perfume/body spray or lotion?

like many of these questions this feels like a false dichotomy, but lotion i guess

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

oh god, there are so many

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

7

do you wear a mask?

always, no one knows my real identity

how do you like your shower water?

hot. ... that's not hot enough.

is there dishes in your room?

no

what type of music keeps you grounded?

familiar songs I know the words/rhythm. (I was gonna say just words, but I love stuff like Wardruna too, for when I'm driving, which I do not know the words 😂)

do you have a favorite towel?

no, any towel that is less than satisfactory is donated to the animals so all my towels are the same level of acceptable

the last adventure you’ve been on?

earlier today, opening the door and taking the recycling out to the bin when it was snowing, and being forced to interact with my neighbor's children

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

yes, there are many

what’s your timezone?

time is false construct

how many times have you changed your url?

none. i got to tumblr having already settled on an online identity that should last me a few decades

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

most of my close friends I've known at least 20 years

a soap bar that smells good?

...yes, i prefer soap to smell good? What is the question??

do you use lip balm?

i might have developed a slight dependence on Burt's Bees

did you have any snacks today?

always

how do you take your coffee?

chucked into the next county (see above)

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

tumb- lol, um, gmail. I check at least 3 times a day to see if i have any ao3 emails

what’s your take on spicy foods?

I don't like to eat it

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

i mean... as stated above, i don't think murder actually fixes anything in society. I would rather a wealth redistribution policy, or a way to force people to experience life from the pov of someone entirely different from them, because i think it would help them to grow and be better. ultimately I think all people have the capacity to be better, and death is a very final thing to distribute in that instance. But I'm tired, ask me again next month, maybe I'll have a different answer.

can you remember what happened yesterday?

yes

favorite holiday film?

Holiday, with Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant. (🤣😝)

The only actual holiday movie I watch every year is the Muppet Family Christmas, which isn't technically a "film" I don't think

what was the last message you sent?

@ my sister in Canada: "it's snowing here, is it snowing there?"

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

I probably tried my parent's wine or beer when I was a kid but I don't remember a specific instance. I was in Ireland for my 21st birthday and a very generous Australian gentleman bought me a rum & coke in celebration (I had no idea what kind of alcohol I would like lol)

can you skip rocks?

I haven't tried in about 25 years so probably no

can i tag you in random stuff?

yes!

[chaifootsteps]

Kikyo anon 🪻(man, they need a spider lily emoji)

So, when I was younger, because I never got to watch all of Inuyasha (I'd check the on demand stuff and etc, but never found anywhere I could watch it circa 2005-2008). So, when I found out the manga ended before my freshman year of HS,I was in shock the series ended with Kagome staying in feudal Japan. From the eps I did see, Kagome spent like 3 hours taking a bath when she'd come back from the current time, I even remember times when she'd talk about how ready she was to shampoo her hair idk how many times too! She was also always going to convienance stores for snacks and etc. Then there's eps where she's hanging out with friends and wanting to do, you know, teenager stuff. I'm not bashing her for wanting to stuff of modern Era, but just I found it so hard to believe she'd give up all that stuff, and her family just to go back in time and live with Inuyasha. I really thought Inuyasha would be about healing trauma and moving on! Also, something I thought would happen is that guy who was flirty with Kagome in modern time would have been a reincarnation of Inuyasha just like Kagome was supposedly a reincarnation of Kikyo.

Oh and something I remembered was there was some official art (could have sworn it was made by the mangaka) of Kagome with like 3 kids and one was a daughter with dog ears I had seen after the manga ended. I actually talked to a friend about that art and she said that was circulating around the internet post inuyasha, but maybe it wasn't real and was very good fanart imitating the mangaka art.

Then ah. I find out before the awful Inuyasha sequel that Rumiko, the mangaka, had asked the Japanese VA of Kagome "hey, since you're Kagome, how should I end the manga since idk how to end it?" And the VA had requested she end it with Kagome staying in the past with Inuyasha, so we can thank Satsuki Yukino for that. In a way, I'm glad I found people who didn't like the ending, not to bash it, but cause it could have been more and wasn't cause of something superficial, and yes I do consider that a superficial ending because Kagome had so many friends in modern time, her loving family, and just so much more just to give it all up for Inuyasha.

I'm fractionally kinder to Kagome now than I was when I was a kid just because she's 15, and it's true, nothing good can come of her staying in the past. She's a kid at the start of her life, a kid with a fat cat and friends and family that love her, and she deserves to live a life where she can be with them, where she she can wash her hair.

And Inuyasha deserves someone who doesn't break his teeth against the ground when he upsets them.

[reinemichele]

I'm in a Lot of pain, & I'm allergic to some things my neighbors use (that has seeped into the carpet/furniture -> it seeps into my hair) & it always makes me really sick (IE dizziness, fever, intense brain fog, headache/migraine, nausea, congestion, wheezing & difficulty breathing, hives, itching/burning eyes and throat, contact dermatitis -> anything I touch can cause hives including my clothes or hair, etc etc etc...) and it basically requires 1-2 showers a day and shampooing my hair 2-3 times per shower to get it out of my hair so I can have an hour or two of thinking clearly and breathing without difficulty... But showering multiple times per day for 4-5 days takes a lot of energy, which is already eaten up by my histamines and immune system working overtime + me trying to function through that laundry list of symptoms

I've tried talking to my neighbors about this multiple times, but... they either just don't understand, or they don't believe me. Most people don't believe me when I say what I'm allergic to, which is why I'm being vague here. I've tried to tell them to find a new petsitter, but I'm afraid they'd just take their dog to a kennel... He's around 10 or 11 now, and I just don't want that for him :( So when they text me asking if I can petsit a week before they leave [and don't have much time to find a new petsitter], I say yes

Anyway, because of the pain I'm in and finding out it's scoliosis, my mom insisted that I don't spend more than 1 hour at a time at our neighbors' house, and just go and check on them periodically. I feel bad doing that, but... my neighbors are only gone for 3 days this time, so it's not like I'm leaving them to be lonely for an entire week.

Anyway 2.0 . ALL of this to say lol that even tho I've only been over at my neighbors for 1 hour at a time and spending most of the day here, my cats are making it known that they don't like me being gone and miss me 😭 Ali is using her "sad wet pathetic widdle baby" meow, which she usually reserves for when I close the bathroom door, Kacey meows sadly when I go near the front door, and Bailey spent like an entire 5 minutes purring, drooling (happily), and insistently rubbing his cheek (scent glands) all over my hand this morning. I was like, "Aw, you don't want me to smell like anyone but you."

It's very sweet, even tho like I said I've spent most of the time here and only 45 minutes to an hour at my neighbors' before coming back home for 3-5 hours. It makes me sad that people still insist that cats are unloving/indifferent to humans. Every cat out there has the potential to be this openly affectionate, they just need to be shown that humans are trustworthy. And there's other forms of affection from cats, like slow blinking and just sitting in the same room with you, silently enjoying your company. You just need to be patient and meet them halfway, when it comes to reading body language and initiating affection first 💞