#i love talking about him like hes a sad little wet cat i found on my porch

[cemetery-irises]

OH MY GODDDD HES SO OERFECT

and so he grave kept all over the place!

@cemetery-irises

look how hangry he is....

[decojellyfish]

New Friend!

Hi, this is my first post! So please be nice, and if you have any constructive criticism, please comment! I hope you like it :)

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Hybrid AU! TF141 Fancy Kitty! Reader x Rescue Dog! Ghost and Rescue Dog! Soap (Feat. a tiny bit of x Owner! Price) Reader acts fem but is only addressed with “you”

SFW ~ Fluff (Tiny bit of angst, if you squint) Warnings: Mentions of death (though, not directly)

───♡───────────── Beginning Your life was everything you could ask for. Always brushed, fed the finest cuisine a kitty could ask for, and wearing the finest items your owner got you. Your favorite was a collar that looked like a pearl necklace, similar to the one your owner wore daily. Your fur smelled like her too, vintage perfume (her favorite from when she was a teenager, though she always talked about how it was hard to come by now in the modern day), and those little strawberry bonbons she always kept in her purse. And you would always have a pretty pink bow tied around the base of your fluffy tail. Resting your head in her lap, her aged hands petting your white fluffy ears or brushing them with this one brush. A beautiful golden brush, with an ivory plaque on the back that had roses, tulips, and violets painted. It was her favorite from when she was a little girl. Life is good, life is paradise.

Until one day, she didn’t get out of bed. You were still curled up in your pink fluffy cat bed, waiting to hear her sweet voice call out your name whilst serving up your borderline gourmet breakfast. After about an hour, your confusion pushed you out of bed and made you go to your owner’s room. She was still sleeping? Maybe she had a rough time sleeping last night and just felt like sleeping in. Yeah, that was it! She was pretty old after all, why wouldn’t she want to sleep in once in a while? So you curled up atop the floral bedsheets, nice and close to your owner, and waited for her to wake up. You knew she would love to wake up to her pretty little kitty all snuggled up because you missed her so much! So you waited. And waited.

And waited.

A few days passed. Wow, this must’ve been the sleepiest old woman you’d have ever seen! She even had visitors and she didn’t even wake up. It was kind of strange though. They were crying as if they were watching one of those sad movies your owner would watch, with you curled up beside her. The day your world came crashing down would be the day these strange people came to your owner’s house. One of them guided you down to the kitchen, proceeding to feed you some random wet food they found on the counter. You hadn’t even realized how hungry you were while you were waiting for your owner to wake up. You hadn’t even noticed the other people carrying your owner’s body out of the house while this one person was playing with you. Jingling your favorite bell toy, calling you a “precious little kitty, so beautiful, yes you are!” the whole time.

That’s when he came into the picture. He came in an hour after these people arrived, it was John Price. Your owner’s son. He had come to visit her a few times, you enjoyed his presence when he was visiting. Price approached you and began to pet your silky, fluffy white hair and fur. “Hey there, pretty thing. How’ve you been holding up?” You didn’t know what he meant by that, but your purrs were all he needed to hear to not fret over you. He figured you were okay and ready to go with him. When he began to guide you out to his car, that was when you realized that he was taking you somewhere! He reassured you that your owner wouldn’t mind having you go on a little trip. You didn’t know you were headed to Price’s own house, all of your belongings in his trunk unbeknownst to you. You, in the present, wouldn’t be mad at Price for taking you home with him and becoming your new owner. No, you wouldn’t mind that at all, John Price was a lovely person! Like his mother. What made you pissed at him was the fact that he never mentioned the two dog hybrids he also had ownership of. That also lived in the house.

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Price had told Ghost and Soap, his two rescue dogs, about the new arrival of a new addition to the family. That of which is a cat. Ghost wasn’t excited about the thought of a cat being in the house all day, every day. It annoyed him, he never really liked cats. Soap, on the other hand, was very excited to meet the new kitty. He had been waiting, impatiently, by the door ever since Price had gone off to retrieve the cat hybrid. Once Price had finally returned, Soap was ecstatic. He pounced on the first being that entered the doorway, licking their face all over. That first being was you. You screeched and hissed at the seemingly rabid dog that was coating you in slobber. He was mucking up your hair, too! Once Soap realized that it wasn’t Price, but, the new kitty that Price had brought home, he grew even more elated. Before he could continue any further with his slobber, Price had pulled Soap away from you, giving you time to breathe. Your tail was beyond fluffy now, you were terrified. Your claws were out and almost gripping the welcome mat by the front door. Soap was confused, Ghost’s guard was up, and Price knew in the back of his head that something like this would happen.

It took you a while to settle in, you were still frightened by the dogs and would try to maintain a distance from them. Ghost would happily oblige, avoiding you whenever you were around. Soap, not so much. He ruined his first impression meeting you! He scared you, and that is not what a good dog does. So, he spent all day and night all over you. He would tell you about his day, and ask you about yours, only for you to stay quiet, and then he would continue talking to you. Soap LOVED being around you. Why wouldn’t he? You’re such a pretty kitty, you smelled good, and your fur was so soft and silky! He loved pawing at the little bell attached to your pink ribbon collar. It was so cute! You looked like royalty with it. Ghost, on the other hand, would mumble about how uppity you seemed. Spoiled, bratty. I mean, at some points you did act like that. Whenever Price didn’t get the right food for you, whenever the sun wasn’t shining in the right spot for you to bask in it, or how loud and annoying the boys’ squeaky toys were. You and Ghost would often avoid each other. Whenever you would accidentally brush up against each other in the halls, it would result in you hissing and him growling loudly, baring his teeth. Price would have to step in and separate you two, telling you both to quit it. But back to Soap, who is an absolute lovebug when it comes to you. He would come by and curl up right next to you whenever you were curled up and lying in the sunlight. At first, you would get up and leave to a new spot. But eventually, you gave up and let him curl up as close to you as he wanted to. Through Soap’s constant yapping, you find out that both he and Ghost were survivors of illegal underground dog fighting. They were from different parts of the UK, but they both ended up at the same shelter. That’s how they met Price. Soap would point out all of his scars, telling their backstories, and talking about all the other injuries he went through. He would also compliment you, as well as attempt to pamper you. You had to give him instructions on how your owner used to do it.

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It smelled of overwhelming masculinity in the house. It was such a drastic change from the old lady perfume and flowers that your old home smelled like. It took you a bit to get adjusted to the lack of floral prints that your new home had. One day, you were especially homesick. Even though you were in your new, permanent, home, you still missed your old home. It was foggy out that day, the weather not helping your mood at all. You were curled up on the couch as you looked out the window with sad eyes, your fluffy tail flicking around as you were deep in thought. You hadn’t even noticed Soap and Ghost staring at you, they could smell the sadness radiating off of you. It was a slightly pungent smell compared to your usual scent that smelled of fresh flowers. It made Soap whine and quickly approach you. He curled up close to you, trying to soothe you, bring you out of your sad thoughts, with his warmth. It did help, it brought you out of your deep thoughts. But you still smelled of sadness. You would curl up against him, letting out a tiny sigh.

Then Ghost curled up next to you.

That was a first. He had always avoided you, per your request. But you didn’t mind this sudden act of affection. It was nice, you got a better chance to identify the keynotes of his scent. With Soap being around you so much, you had no choice but the memorize what he smelled like. Musk, timber wood, vanilla, and tiny hints of coconut. Part of that was because of the shampoo that Price would wash him in during bath nights. You had always kind of known what Price smelled like, what with him visiting your old owner every so often. Dirt, but not in a dirty way, an earthy way, smokey, toffee, and sandalwood. Cozy. You eventually came around and stopped being so mad at him for not telling you about his dog hybrids. Especially since you started to like them now. Kind of. Ghost, he always kind of smelled smokey. But not like Price. Price smelled smokey in a round way. Ghost smelled smokey in a sharper way. Kind of a difference between cigars and pungent cigarettes. But now that he was sitting so close to you, to wipe that sad look off your face, you could get a more clear reading of his scent. Smokey, yet bitter, musk, cedar wood, and lavender. That also must have been because of the shampoo. But they must have two separate shampoos that they picked individually. You had your own that Price had brought from your old home. It smelled of cherry blossoms.

Fast forward a few minutes, now Soap is teaching Ghost how you like your hair brushed with your favorite brush. And you’re crying and venting about how much you miss your owner and your old home.

This caused Soap to have a lightbulb moment.

A few days later, you’re napping in your cat bed when you suddenly start to wake up to a familiar scent. Rose petals, peonies, orchids, and lotuses. Flowers. You wondered if you had suddenly returned back to her old home. You open your eyes. Nope, you’re still at Price’s. But the scent is coming from a little candle, in an ivory candle holder (a favorite of your old owner), sitting on the dining room table. Price noticed you as he finished serving breakfast for you and the boys. He explained that he “found it at the shop and thought you would like it.” Actually, Soap had begged him to find a way to cheer you up because it hurt him so badly to see you cry like that! Ghost was standing by Soap, not moving a single bit. But Price could see in his eyes that he was silently agreeing. He didn’t want to admit it, but he cared for the little cat hybrid. So Price had gone out and looked for his mother’s favorite candle. He knew the one. Now, back to the present, you’re looking at the candle with wide eyes. You’re looking at Price, then the boys, then the candle, then Price again. You feel your eyes start to sting. Tears abruptly well up in your eyes. All of the men are now worried. Did they mess up? Did Price pick the wrong candle? But he was sure of it! Soap quickly got up and hugged you tightly, asking why you were crying. Ghost even got up and walked over to you, just as worried but he wouldn’t show it. You eventually explain to them through tears and hiccups, that you love all they’ve done to make this new place feel like your old home. It makes you so happy that they want to see you happy and comfortable. They’re all relieved, Price gently wiping away your tears with a handkerchief his mother gifted to him when he first went into the military, petting your fluffy ears and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

These men all love you, they would do anything to not see you in pain. And you love them just as much, knowing that they would do anything to protect you. :3

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Again, if you have any constructive criticism, please comment below!

Thank you for reading :)

[funfettifrills]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a platonic Husk fic where the reader hasn’t regressed in a while and when they do they’re just a big ball of feelings and tears

It’s been a rough week

🎲 Caregiver! Husk x Agere! Reader drabble [platonic] ; Simple Comfort

;; A/N: I'm sorry you've had a rough week!! Thingsll get better 🫂 sending you much much love!! 💖💖 I hope this fic is good enough to bring some comfort ! ( ´ ꒳ ` )

;; Word Count: 889

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You found yourself sitting at the bar in silence, your head laid on your arms as you attempted to regulate the incoherent turmoil of emotions that prodded at your mind. Lost in thought, you could only stare down at the surface of the bar and peer into the grooves of the brown wood. Analyzing any imperfections with your eyes as you fell into a dissociative state.

"Somethin' up?" Husk had finally spoken up from the other side of the bar, flashing you a friendly yet concerned look. Even when you weren't in little space, Husk always let his grumpy walls down around you. He could read you like an open book and easily sense when you needed a shoulder to lean on.

"I dunno.." you replied softly, keeping your gaze downwards as you traced your fingers on the counter in a poor attempt to distract yourself. It was as if your stress and worries were all drastically piling up in your mind. The fact that you hadn't been able to regress in a while only worsened things.

A part of you was pushing away regressing, the mental block was disrupting any means of being able to properly release the tense emotions that took hold of your mental state.

"There anything I can do to help you out, kid?" Husk asked, resting his elbows on the counter as he leaned towards you.

He knew you well enough by now that an "I don't know" alluded to an upset mind. He didn't want to pry but he still couldn't help but worry over you.

Hearing the name "kid" was the wrecking ball against the mental block that you had been stuck with.

You finally looked up at Husk with wide eyes that were forming tears. Being able to regress after a long time of not doing so was an instant release for all of the emotions you had been burdened with.

You failed to form words, you could only sniffle as tears fell. Husk frowned in worry, making his way around the bar's surface.

"C'mere kiddo, I got you." He spoke softly in comparison to his usually tense tone, scooping you up in his arms and making his way to a couch for a more comfortable area to release your emotions.

As he carried you, you could only cling to him. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck while tears poured. He didn't care about the tears that were to wet his fur, he was used to this by now and only cared about whether or not you'd be okay.

Once sat on the couch, he kept you in his lap. With your chin resting on his shoulder, he lightly rubbed your back while bouncing his leg a bit.

"Shh, I got you, kiddo. You’re okay." He cooed and repeated in simple comfort.

You continued to cry and let out shallow breaths, you melted into his hold as you finally expressed your pent-up emotions.

After a few comforting moments of allowing you to sob, the cat spoke up,

"You wanna talk about it?" He spoke carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you if being verbal was too much for you at the moment. "You don't have to use your words if it's too much."

You moved your head from his shoulder to look at him, preparing yourself to speak up. Tear streaks lined your cheeks with a visible pout.

Husk gave you a comforting smile as he gently wiped the tears from your face, waiting for you to talk.

"Big feelings.." You spoke simply and childishly, being unable to grasp the weight of your pain verbally. "Overwhelming." Was all you could get out. Recalling what you were feeling only welcomed more cries. The sight would generated a pang of sadness in Husk, he was always quick to worry when you weren't doing well.

He brushed your hair away from your damp features, combing through it in a comforting motion.

With your simple words, he was able to grasp your worries. Husk was good at being terribly observant of you and others in general. His strong intuition was a strength when it came to being a caregiver.

"I know it's overwhelming, Sweetheart. Emotions are a lot, but you gotta feel them." He explained, "Keeping them in does you no good. You're allowed to feel sad, or grumpy, or anything at all, Kid. And I'll always be here when you need me."

You let out a small ‘'kay,’ his words were enough to soothe you. You took in deep breaths to finally regulate yourself as you cuddled more into Husks' embrace. His hold was warm and his fur was surprisingly soft, being in his arms was adjacent to being under a cozy blanket. You could hear (and feel) him lightly purring which was something familiar that helped to ease your moments of stress.

He smiled down at you and gave you a small squeeze,

“I'm proud of you for feeling such big emotions, being able to show ‘em just means that you're brave.” Husk praised, he was relieved that he was successful in attempting to help you out. His praise went straight to your heart, internalizing it greatly.

He ruffled your hair which caused you to giggle a bit.

“You're a lot braver than I am, Kid.”

[nomizombie]

König who is strictly against you getting a cat in your shared apartment. For one, he hates pets! They shit and they piss and they ruin the little peace he has at home.

Then one night, as your walking to your apartment, rain pouring, you notice a soggy old box by the alley way. It wouldn’t have caught your attention if it wasn’t for the shivering, soaking wet kitten practically vibrating in it.

You obviously scooped it into your arms and took it home! It needs to warm up and drink a nice hot bowl of milk. It would be just cruel to leave it outside, no mama, all alone, doomed to die from hypothermia if not disease.

He was laying on the couch, rereading at his favourite book as he waited for you to return. His head immediately turned as he heard the door unlock, but his face scrunched up into disgust as he saw the wet kitten curled up in your hands.

“Was is that?” He raised a brow at you.

“A cat.” You raised one at him.

“Yeah but, i said i didnt want one.” He responds flatly, recalling the conversation the two of you had weeks prior.

“Oh come on, it was shivering outside! Just let it stay with us until its a bit stronger okay?” You pleaded, the cat meowed weakly and you cooed at it.

He watched as you gently pet it. A small kitten and only for a few days? His gaze rose to your face, a soft, loving smile on it as you played with the cat in your arms.

“Ach, fine.” He made a show of turning his head ans sighing, but a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. You looked really adorable playing with the kitten.

Weeks past and… the few days turned out to be not a few days. You kept extending it every time, spouting excuses about its size, strength and even convinced him by saying youd be sad if it left.

He scoffed everytime, telling you that the next time the cat would really be gone, but then… unexpectedly… he found himself, enjoying it?

Enjoying it. The thing? He must be going insane.

But… it was so cute. The way it would lick and nibble at his hand when he fed it treats or when it would curl up next to him on the couch as he watched TV. No wonder you liked such a dirty gremlin like it so much.

Over time, he played with it more than you did. Sometimes you even caught him talking to it in a baby voice in German. It was cute.

He began to buy it things. Cat toys, cat treats, cat bottles, a freaking cat tower!

And soon, those few weeks turned into a month. You, obviously wanting to mess with him, suggested that now was the perfect time to take it to a shelter.

You were met with frantic refusal, and your own excuses regurgitated from his mouth.

“Its too weak!”, “what if it cant find food?”, and “i thought you liked it!” Were just some of the sentences he said to postpone it. Wow, he was really attached.

Eventually that first month turned into a few months and those few months turned into a year. Before long the cat was a full adult and the man who hated it the most, loved it the best.

[wayfayrr]

ok so I’ve somehow only JUST found out about the self-aware au and link trying to break out bc he’s a simp and yandere and stuff, but imagine him finding out his beloved player has another fictional crush?? Like you could be playing while having a tv show on in the background, talking to yourself about how much you love them, and he’d be so mad that some heathen he’s never even heard of has your attention

Ohhh the fateful question of how they'd react to another crush ~

If there was even a little chance, a tiny hope in the stars that they weren't a yandere before this... well that's gone - turned to ashes to never come back now

if they overhear you talking about another character - or who they think is another character - they're going to react badly VERY badly.

if they had the ability to they'd be lying on the floor hyperventilating and struggling to breathe - why is that character better, they could probably be alright with you having a crush on a person like a real irl person who you can interact with. But another fictional character who they don't know is even aware or not? HELL NO

it'll send them into a spiral, doubting and questioning themselves to no end, wanting to better themselves and make themselves more like the other character you have a crush on

but remember I said think? yeah if they didn't know the nicknames given back to the comic boys, like sksw link being called sky - he'll be jealous of HIMSELF. they're petty like sad wet cats who demand attention. and also kinda dumb too.

[lino-lov3]

far, yet together - hwang hyunjin

𖦹 genre : fluff + angst

𖦹 warnings : slight swearing

𖦹 a/n : repost of hyunjin's birthday fic from last year

𖦹 summary : you and hyunjin are apart yet again on his birthday. but he tries to make it up to you the best that he can, until he comes back

𖦹 word count : 1054

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hyunjin was scheduled to resume tour today so you wouldn’t be able to see him in person for almost a week until he was able to come home. it pissed you off to say the least. why couldn’t they schedule the tour dates so they consider the members birthdays? the question the plagued your mind every time your boyfriend or his band mates had long schedules on their special days.

if it was aggravating to you, then you knew it had to be for them as well. they often have to plan things ahead or push plans back a few days or weeks.

when hyunjin sent you a voicemail the night he was leaving, reminding you how long he’d be away, you had already fallen asleep.

hyunniebun ❣️: hi, love. just want to say that i love you and hope you sleep well. my flight is in half an hour and i know you won’t see this until the morning since you’re already asleep. i’ll talk to you as soon as i can, ok?

as soon as you woke up the next morning, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages and found the voicemail hyunjin had left. hearing the sadness in his voice as he spoke made your heart hurt. knowing he’s just as pained being away from you. you wish the two of you could run away together. to get away from all the hurt. never have to be apart for more than a few hours at most. but what you didn’t know was, hyunjin felt that he’d never be enough for you never being enough because he’s not always there for you physically. it hurt him to even think about letting you go, but he knew it wouldn’t be as easy as it seemed to quit his job, pack up and leave. he loved both of you and he didn’t know how to weigh in both at the same time. it was draining him mentally day by day.

he knew he had to talk to you about how he was feeling but he didn’t want to worry you. make you feel like he was leaving since that wasn’t what he truly wanted to do. he just needed to get the underlying feelings off of his chest because he felt like he would explode otherwise.

the sun had rose and fallen since you last spoke to him. and with not much to pass the day, you just sat at home after work awaiting his call. your cat, honey accompanying you as you tapped your fingers on the edge of your desk. you had your laptop opened to facetime so you’d be ready as soon as his contact popped up, with nothing else on your mind.

when your laptop flashed the call screen, you sat straight up in your chair and quickly clicked answer.

“hi, baby!,” hyunjin smiled as soon as he saw your face, “i miss you so much already, can’t wait to come home and give you so many hugs.” he frowned a little

“hyune, i miss you too. did you have fun at the first show?”

“mhm, stay had so much energy tonight. it gave me and the boys more energy as well.” he laughed

“that’s good. don’t want you boys falling asleep on stage. i know the jet lag must’ve been bad as soon as you landed, huh.”

“yeah, but we ended up taking naps, and soon after we got to explore the city a little.”

“ooh how fun, did you get to go to any gift shops and eat some good food?” you ask, curiously

“yeah! it was really fun, love. we even wet to an arcade and won some prizes. i’ll be collecting little trinkets and plushies to bring back to you.” his eyes turning to crescents as he smiled

“that’s great. i’m glad everyone is having fun and eating well. make sure to send me lots of pictures.”

“i will. i brought my digital camera and we also picked up some disposable ones. so there’ll be plenty to show you,” he trailed off a little, “besides all of that, how are you holding up?” he asked worridly

hyunjin could see the lack of sleep on your face. dark circles occupying your eyes. he knew it was hard for you to get good rest when he was away for so long.

“i’m doing okay, hyune. i’ll be fine, i promise.” you give him a tired smile

“alright, love. you know you can always talk to me if something is troubling you, right?”

“i know, babe. i promise i will.”

“okay. but there is something i’d like to talk to you about…” he trailed off again, but this time you noticed.

“what is it? did something happen?”

“no, no. nothing in particular happened, it’s just i hate being away from you. and I hate it, but i always feel like i don’t deserve to be with you. i-i’m not there with or for you enough of the time and i know it bothers you too. hell, you can’t even get proper rest when i’m not around and i hate making you feel like that. i’m so sorry i’m not there whe you need me. i wish-” he started to tear up. you could hear the shakiness in his voice.

“hyunjin. it’s okay.” you cut him off

“no it’s not. you know it’s not. i don’t deserve you. you don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“hyune, baby. i love you despite all of that. don’t say you don’t deserve me, because you do. because i love you and only you and i don’t want to be with anyone else, okay?” your eyes now threatening tears to fall, but you pushed them back. wanting to stay strong for him.

he nods and sniffles before replying, “i know, i’m sorry. i just had a lot on my mind and needed to let it out. i don’t want us to break up either, i just hate having to be separated all of the time. it’s draining both of us so much. i love you too, always.”

“let’s figure this out then, yeah? we’ll get it sorted.”

“yeah. and i promise to plan a real date for us when i get home. something special, just the two of us.”

“it’s a deal.”

[davidthephoneguy]

Welcome to the Ghost Pals au!

So we got some goofy guys here, Time to meet the main cast now that it’s actually my birthday!

Apologies for the technical difficulties before

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Just give them a minute the need to get their costume change ready

Ok they’re ready now! Step through the curtain dudes! :D

First up is a new face! Please make her feel welcome :3

Key’s is the dayshift the dayshift employee, taking the place of Jack. She is based off the Australian finger lime which has a caviar looking inside as well as a spiked point on the end, both elements worked into her design.

She actually quite likes performing with the animatronics due to her enjoyment of music. Key’s seemingly doesn’t like talking about her life outside of Freddys or her past to anyone. I wonder what it is.

Key’s doesn’t particularly love Freddys but did used to go there as kid. She is mostly just there for the paycheck, little does she know about how Freddy’s pays their employees.

Oh dear she found out… I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as she didn’t sign the contract- hm looks like she did oh well.

On to the next goober, a classic!

Look its the sad wet cat

David’s the assistant manager for the location, he’s been moved from location to location due to causing accidents for all his previous managers. He’s on his last warning so let’s hope theres no issues this time ;)

Onto the next character in the walls of Freddys

Wowzas look at this lil chaotic kidoo

Jannette came to Freddys on her birthday but got mixed up and joined another certain party group. She became one of the children in the missing kids incident however she has no memory of the event which is probably for the best, I dont think she needs that on her mind.

She haunts the kids cove and creates it into her world of play, quite literally at times.

She plays games and tricks with another being in the restaurant.

And look theres the other being!

The ghost phone cat is back again!

Stevm’s comfy outfit was made through him mix and matching clothes.

He doesn’t think fully alot of the time and tries to just have fun similar to Jannettes attitude with a lack of moral compass. Stevm also has memory issues due to a combination of the phone ai when he was alive and the perception of time in the flipside.

Stevm is rather chaotic neutral and haunts the arcade, he likes pulling pranks and spooking people for the fun of it.

The whole things takes place in 1999 and I can clarify any related dates as I have some headcanoned ones that I dont think are the same as the canon. Except the missing kids incident, that still takes place in 1985.

Well thats the main cast! I hope you like them so far, been workin hard on em and making them work together.

The storyline will be a mix of text posts and images but you all are welcome to interact with them (most likely non canonically)

I’ll reveal more as things go on :3

[blosssombunnny]

𝓞𝓫𝓮𝔂 𝓜𝓮! 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓗𝓒𝓼

Warning: Mostly fluff (a little angst in mammons kinda? Nothing too sad) but there is nsfw in very small amounts!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lucifer definitely loves acts of service. Both giving and receiving (hehe). He’s a subtle man when out with others. He will do little things for you. Opens the car door, holds your hand delicately when you walk on stairs. He will give you his coat.

“MC stop it. I’m not cold. Put it on right now.”

The only time he will ever beg you to put more clothes on ;) Of course he will love some service in return. Whether you choose to do that by straightening his collar when it’s uneven or letting him face fuck you after a really stressful day ;3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Mammon is very fond of physical touch. Sure he also loves gifts and spending time with you… but nothing beats your gentle and kind touch. Sometimes he winced just ever so slightly when you reach up to touch his face. This poor (literally lol) baby is head shy.

“Tch. Of course I didn’t flinch. Just… keep t-touching me…”

He deserves someone that will be there to give him a hug and let all of his stress melt off. Sometimes when he has his head on your shoulders, you’ll find little wet spots from his eyes. He will say it’s just allergies, but, he never feels safe enough to cry anywhere else. Sometimes it just slips out. When you notice you tell him

“Mammon. Please let it out. I will hold you until you are ready for me to let go.”

Here come the waterworks. He wont be able to hold back. Your shirt is soaked. Your sleeve is a tissue. But it’s all worth it to see him smile and know he is ready to do the same for you when you need him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Leviathan loooooooves quality time. There’s nothing he’d rather do than just curl up with you, his tv, and a stack of games. In between games, levels, etc. you will likely end up talking for an hour. He loves hearing about your experiences in the human world. If you have any cool anime or game related stories please tell him.

“Y-YOU MET THE VOICE ACTOR FROM I fell from heaven and became a shut-in, and now I’m in love with a human who is my master?!?!?!!!!?”

He’s so jealous. If you don’t like video games he might whine a little and try to find a game you would like. Saying “you just haven’t found the right game for you”. If you still don’t find anything he would be happy to watch DevilTube with you or watch a show!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Satan is another quality time lover. Ideally he would love to sit in front of a cozy fire with his love, both reading the same book. With a cat curled up on his lap if possible. If you aren’t a fan of reading he would welcome you to lay in his lap as he reads.

“MC? Would you like to do a puzzle with me?”

I don’t know he seems like a puzzle man. He likes the challenge and the methodical nature. If you don’t want to do that he would definitely have a long list of other activities to do. And if all else fails he will suggest going outside to try and capture a new pet cat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Asmodeus of course mainly deals in physical touch. He just loves feeling your soft skin, your delicate hands. Tracing your curves and just generally needing to have some contact at all times.

“MCCCC can I style your hair? Can I paint your nails? Can I dress you up??” If you refuse, “Ohhhh you’re just being stubborn. How could I not dress up a perfect doll like you~” (not like you’d refuse anyway)

He will brush your hair and give your shoulders and neck some love too. If it tickles that’s even better. He loves to see you squirm and blush ;)

He will always hold your hand, link your arms, or have an arm around you in public. He wants everyone to see the cutest couple in the universe room :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Beelzebub loves gift giving. Whether it’s a dainty necklace he saw that “would look so perfect on you” or a bite of his burger, this man loves showing you his love with little gifts. In his mind, he sees sharing his food as the ultimate signal of “I love you”. He doesn’t do this for anyone. Just for you. You tell him you don’t need gifts to know he loves you.

“I know… I just think about your smile and eyes… and I know it’ll look good on you… so I buy it.”

He’s a big goofy boy. A bit of a himbo in the best way possible. He looks rock hard on the outside (heh) but you can’t see how he melts inside when you smile and light up at certain things. And he gets to see that every time he offers your a bite. (Of his food of course)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Belphegor loves to give and receive endless amounts of affirmation! He needs to be reminded he is worthy of love and happiness. Most of the time the compliments he gives are in a sleepy haze. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. He truly means every word of it.

“Mmm-MC… You are just the most… yawn perfect pillow everrrr. Your body is perfect…”

He’ll definitely have his face buried in either your chest, shoulder, or hair.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Diavolo is definitely a close tie between quality time and affirmations. But in my humble opinion, quality time wins. Because what happens during quality time? Compliments, sweet talk, and affirmations. Hehe. He has it all planned out. He’s genuinely a very lonely character. He desperately wants to have fun with friends. Be carefree and not worry about strict schedules. But that’s not the life that was given to him.

“MC… this week was so tiring. Please, will you come to the castle tonight? I want to… see you…”

He’s always a little embarrassed to act so needy. But he loves when you indulge him a bit. Once you arrive he will immediately pull you into a hug that will last at least 30 seconds. He just takes in your scent. He will quickly pull you away to his room or office for some privacy. He will have his hands all over you once you’re alone. He just missed you so much. Once he calms down it will be a nice night of love and relaxation.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Barbatos = Acts of Service king. He always seems to know exactly what you need. If you are thinking ‘hmm. I’m a little thirsty’ he will likely ask if you need anything to drink in the next five minutes. It’s amazing.

“You must stay hydrated. I did not read your mind. I just know what’s your body needs. Sometimes even more than you do.”

Did that sound a little… weird? Ehh probably not. That’s only one of the many ways he surprises you. He loves to massage you and make you feel good. In return he loves to be babied a bit. He would absolutely never admit this. But. When you let him relax and get off his feet. He begins to relax instantly. Just hold him, let him lay on top of you. Pet his hair, tug on it gently, rub his shoulders and back. Small things like that really mean so much to him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Simeon is the affirmation master. He knows exactly how to make you blush and smile. He can always find the right words to calm you, pick you up, or just make you smile a little more.

“Are you sure you aren’t an Angel in disguise… it’s uncanny how much you resemble our kind. You even feel like one… So beautiful.”

He will always make you feel like a million dollars. In return tell him how well he’s doing. After all he is in a land that’s not his home, dealing with stressful entities all day. He needs reassured that he’s doing ok.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Solomon will always give you the most thoughtful gifts. He will take the time to find out what you like and dislikes and begin to give you the most wonderful gifts. He is conservative with how often he gives you something. Mostly because if two reasons. 1. He wants it to be more special and exciting. And 2. He’d go broke otherwise. Some of the stuff he gets you is not cheap.

“Anything for you. It’s your birthday. That only happens once a year. Of course I had to go big!”

He will wink and hold you tight against his side as your birthday party (that he organized) goes on. He just loves to spoil his cute apprentice.

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Thank you for reading!!

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 1, Wave 1, Poll 13

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included.

Check out the other polls in this wave here.

Jedidiah A.A. Martin-Camp Here and There

Qualifications:

refuses to label his sexuality but BOY does he like men (looking at Mr Sargent for this one :3) also has ADHD! but its not known how attention deficient or hyperactive he is

also is a stupid cringefail loser who I want to push down a slide that's been fermenting in the sun all day during summer <3!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Propaganda:

Raised in a religious yet wealthy household, Jedidiah Abraham Adonias Martin--also known as "Jed", "Jeddie", "The archivist", "The clockmaker", or various misspellings and mispronunciations of his name--refuses to label his sexuality, but BOY does he like men (looking at Mr Sargent for this one), and also has ADHD! He may have dropped out of medical school and is "too repressed to write poetry", but he's still one of the camp nurses, alongside Sydney October Sargent! After talking to a bunch of birds, we found out that Jedididididiah will die on a Thursday (not a spoiler as of writing this). It has also been confirmed that he has a photo of Sydney on his desk (aww) and he plays D&D. Oh, and he's terrified of all things shelled. Would you like a snail as you think about voting for this loser? (affectionate)

Submitted by @spud-the-stupid

Ballister Boldheart-Nimona (Film)

Qualifications:

He has a boyfriend (and then they have a sort-of-breakup but they're back together by the end) and he has a prosthetic arm.

He’s gay and missing an arm.

He’s explicitly gay, in love with a man. He loses his arm then builds himself a prosthetic while on the run like a badass.

His boyfriend cut his arm off :( he uses a prosthetic now. His arm got chopped off after being falsely accused of killing the queen, he spends the rest of the movie with a prosthetic metal arm. His arm was also chopped off by his lover, Ambrosius Goldenloin, during said false assassination.

Canonically has a boyfriend and built his own prosthetic

Qualifies by both being canonically disabled (amputee) + canonically gay

Propaganda:

Please plz plz vote for him

His boyfriend cut off his arm. He made himself a prosthetic. He used his arm to block someone’s sword. He kissed his boyfriend. He has sad wet cat eyes, which isn’t relevant but still. He has them.

He’s so GOOD even though he’s having like the worst day ever (specifically talking about movie but webcomic also applies). He has the biggest wettest eyes how can you not root for him????

People love him! He kinda looks like a sad, poor little cat. A real soggy wet kitten man.

Let's see. He and Ambrosius are lovers, or at least boyfriends, from the moment they're introduced. Ballister gets his arm chopped off by Ambrosius during the false assassination. Ballister spends the rest of the movie trying to convince Ambrosius and the kingdom of his innocence, with a metal arm replacing his missing one. It originated the phrase "Arm Chopping is not a love language!" Did I mention he's a main character too?

Is a science nerd, built his own prosthetic arm with his non-dominant hand, accidentally adopted a trans chaos demon of a 1000yo being

A knight, Nimona's best friend and father figure of sorts, but the plot mostly revolves around him- Ballister is framed for murder and has to hide while trying to figure out who framed him and how to prove he's innocent. Nimona becomes his sidekick (he didn't want one, she just showed up at his place one day like a very chaotic stray cat) and together they form a great duo against the corrupt government. This is complicated by Ballister's ex Ambrosius, who accidentally cut off Ballister's arm and is a bit brainwashed by government propaganda. Oops. You should watch Nimona it's great 💞🦈

Submitted by @foulfirerebel (fifth person) and at least 7 others.

[trans-ace-lee]

That Darn Cat

Author's Note: So sorry for the very, very, very late upload and me being almost nonexistent on this website. In short, a bunch of life changes happened, and I 1000% don't get paid enough to do as much work as I have to do.

Thanks for being so patient with me. This a sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby and is a product of my brain just going feral. If that what it takes to write fics, then that's what it is, I guess.

Tagging @myreygn @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart and a special shoutout to @parker-fluff for being my test subject to @italeean (I hope this is a nice wake up call Elle).

It was no secret that Tsukishima was an observant person. Both on and off the court, his teammates and friends know that although he doesn’t say much, he’s always watching and thinking. Thus, it came to no one’s surprise that he had picked up on a substantial amount of Kuroo’s likes, dislikes, routines, and habits in the few months they had been dating.

Despite the latter’s mess of a hairstyle, Tsukishima had found that he loves running his fingers through Kuroo’s hair and scratching at the base of Kuroo’s neck; his boyfriend, of course, loves it too. He adores the way Kuroo melts into his touch and how Kuroo hums under his breath, recording these little moments in his heart to be played over and over again until the day comes when he can’t remember.

Tsukishima isn’t the kind of person for grand gestures. He shows his love through small, handcrafted gifts made from the leftover scraps from Yamaguchi’s many art projects, daily updates about what he’s doing, sending pictures, finding scented candles that remind him of his loved ones, and reminders about important dates like quizzes and doctor’s appointments.

But lately, Tsukishima notices that the third year’s replies to text messages and phone calls decrease in frequency. It’s not as if he doesn’t understand. Third years have college entrance exams, plus his duties as a volleyball captain with a team going to nationals. He has his own exams and volleyball practice to attend to. Sure, he wants Karasuno to beat Nekoma if given the chance, but he plans on giving his boyfriend a needle-felt cat and maybe a kiss, no matter the outcome.

Instead of mourning the time he’s losing and whining to his boyfriend to pay attention to him, he finds himself worried about Kuroo because he knows that trying too hard not to let go is like trying to hold onto wet sand. And, yet part of him is still insecure because this is his first relationship, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. He has a small but strong support system, but they’re people who know the deeper parts of him that he hides behind walls.

After blurting these fears out loud on accident while talking with Kenma to double-check if his observations are correct, Tsukishima finds himself with a free bus ticket to Tokyo. During the many hours it takes to get from Miyagi to Tokyo, he can’t help but think he’ll see a side of Kuroo that he’s never seen before.

Regardless, he wants the latter to open up to him and show him every side, the bad, the sad, the ugly, the calm, the cheerful, and everything in between. In time, he hopes to do the same.

This afternoon, on the rare day that Kuroo takes a break from studying, his boyfriend is practically sprawling on top of Tsukishima’s lap while Tsukishima runs his fingers through the former’s hair.

“I want, uh, want to do something for you,” Tsukishima says, his face heating up a little as he breaks the silence in the room.

“Hmm?” Kuroo mumbles in response, “But you already do so much for me, love.”

Tsukishima debates hiding his face behind his hands. He absolutely adores how Kuroo still makes him feel like a giddy little kid, as surprising as it is to imagine him that way (Yamaguchi won’t stop making fun of him, not that he minds).

“I know…” He takes a deep breath and leans down to plant a kiss on the back of Kuroo’s neck. “You’ve been really stressed lately, and I just want to help relieve your pain in any way I can.”

Kuroo pushes himself up on his forearms so he can look Tsukishima in the eye. Kuroo’s gaze is filled with such warmth and understanding that Tsukishima falls in love with him over and over again. No matter Tsukishima’s limited and feeble attempts to comfort his boyfriend, Kuroo always treats him with such kindness and grace, letting him warm up at his own speed. He admits that opening up again is hard, but he’s willing to do it for Kuroo.

“All right. What do you want me to do, then?”

Tsukishima bites his lip. Okay, maybe he hasn’t thought this through enough. He tries to think of something, anything that he can do to erase the tension lines in his lover’s face and the stiffness in his lover’s shoulders, until a small voice in the back of his mind has him fighting back a smirk. “Can you lie down on your stomach?”

“Like this?” Kuroo asks, stretching himself out on Tsukishima’s bed with his arms crossed over his head.

Tsukishima slings his right leg over Kuroo’s body and sits down on his butt.

“Ooh. I think I’m going to like this.”

This time Tsukishima actually smirks now that Kuroo can’t see him. He expects his boyfriend to squirm or even at least twitch when he squeezes Kuroo’s sides. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a loud shriek followed by rapid giggling. “I’m just trying to give you a back massage, darling. Won’t you be good and stay still for me?”

The only response he gets is a shaky fuck off.

“Tch. I guess someone better teach this naughty cat a lesson.” He grins at the way Kuroo immediately starts squirming at his words. “Oh? The flirty tom cat can’t take what he dishes out. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to behave.”

Okay.

Tsukishima knows he should feel a little guilty, but his boyfriend’s squeaks and snorts of protest as his drums his fingers on Kuroo’s sides. But he loves the way the latter shakes his head from side to side, making his bed hair even messier than usual. Scratch that, he kind of loves everything about the figure cackling even harder than Tsukishima had been before when he skitters up Kuroo’s ribs.

“Naaahaahahat there,” the latter begs, trying to grab Tsukishima’s hands.

Kuroo fails every time.

“Hmmmmm?” he says while alternately poking each side of his lover’s ribs just to see him jump. “Then…how about here?”

The cackling gets replaced by a long howl that’s almost painful to his ears.

Good.

He snickers. “Attention neighbors of this small apartment with hopefully thick walls, I need to report a murder. Cause of death some fingers resting on a set up very, very, very ticklish underarms.”

Leaning down next to Kuroo’s left ear, Tsukishima asks, “Left, right or both.”

And he thought his boyfriend was a little sadistic when Tsukishima was getting tickled the last time.

“FUUHUCK,” Kuroo screams, his arms clamped to his sides.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad. I’m not even doing anything.” Tsukishima squints at the shiny dot on his lover’s face. “Wait? Is that a tear I see?”

Kuroo whines.

Tsukishima, with some strength he didn’t even know he had, flips the latter over and pins Kuroo’s hands over his head. “Nope. That absolutely won’t do. I want to see that cute face of yours.”

It takes everything in him not to coo at his boyfriend on the spot as he looks down with a soft smile on his face. Kuroo’s face is flushed, more so than any match he’s seen him in. He relishes the way Kuroo tries in vain to hide his face in his arms. Even the bright red color of his ears matches his face.

Kuroo is so hot like this.

Another squeak of protest breaks the silence.

Tsukishima’s smirk returns at the sound. “Sounds like someone is a fan of that.”

“Nohohoooo.” Kuroo replies, now giggling and squirming from anticipation.

“Now, raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”

“WHAT,” his lover squawks, mouth agape.

He plants a kiss on Kuroo’s forehead. “You heard me love. Or…do I need to do something a little more drastic?”

“I-Ihii…whaaa…?” Kuroo replies, his face growing redder and redder by the second.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry I have an even better idea for you.” He uses one hand to pin both of his lover’s wrists and uses the other hand to grab the latter’s chin so they’re looking at each other. “Please move dow-no, you will move down so I can sit on those pesky arms of yours.”

Somehow Kuroo’s face grows even redder at the command but scoots down like he’s told, albeit while glaring at Tsukishima. Nope. Tsukishima is definitely not proud of himself for that one. Not at all.

Turning around, yet still keeping a strong grip on Kuroo’s wrists, he uses his right leg to pin his boyfriend’s right arm and his left leg to pin his boyfriend’s left arm until he’s more or less just kneeling on them. “Yes…Yes, this is much better,” he says with a low hum that rumbles in his chest.

Kuroo pouts up at him. It’s so fucking adorable that Tsukishima wants to take a picture, so he does as the former only pouts harder at the action. “You don’t want to bully your poor boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t do something like this to him, would you?”

“Sorry, dear.” He uses his right hand to massage circles onto the base of Kuroo’s neck. The all-familiar hum follows as he moves up the back of the latter’s head and kneads on his scalp.

Once Kuroo is sufficiently relaxed, he digs a single finger into the center of Kuroo’s right underarm. His lover almost leaps off the bed with a high-pitched squeal. It’s music to his ears.

“SHIHIIT,” Kuroo screams before breaking into desperate laughter and flopping around like a fish out of water.

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tsukishima teases, “It’s just one little finger. How bad could it be?”

“IIIHIIT’S BAAHAHAD." His boyfriend’s legs wave back and forth in a frantic matter, reminiscent of something straight out of a horror movie.

Kuroo has many sides, sides that Tsukishima has yet to see, but he thinks this might be his favorite. In everyday life, both on and off the court, his lover is calm, cool, and poised. This side of Kuroo is a wild beast he can’t wait to tame. He wants to learn which buttons he can push, and perhaps what his boyfriend will do in return.

“Hmm? I don’t know. I think you can get more desperate than this. I guess we’ll just have to see, then.”

“FUUHUCK OFFF!” Kuroo tries to hiss but it ends up sounding like the high-pitched sound of a tea kettle going off.

Tsukishima settles into a rhythm. Alternating between left and right with a single finger right in the center has Kuroo practically wailing. Spidering around the edges until little hiccups and snorts start to filter through his lover’s laughter. Raking his fingers from the middle of Kuroo’s ribs up to the bottom of his biceps makes him blubber and babble like a brook filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes.

And, once Kuroo almost gets used to the pattern, he wiggles all five fingers into each underarm which has the former straight up screaming like he’s being murdered.

After the nth round of this routine, because Tsukishima has all but forgotten…oops, Kuroo’s begging and pleading becomes incoherent.

“FUUHUHUUU! NGHHHH! NAAAAA MOHORE!”

“Really, more?” Tsukishima asks. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”

Tears stream down his boyfriend’s face as his laughter finally goes silent. “I…c…an’t…”

“Okay. Okay. I think you’ve had enough, silly,” Tsukishima replies with a chuckle, crawling off Kuroo’s arms and helping the latter sit up. Biting his lip, he says, “I didn’t take it too far, did I?”

“What!” Kuroo squawks, waving his hands in front of his chest and then covering his face with his hands. “No. no. I…uh…kindoflikedit.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Say it again.”

Kuroo tries to hide his face in his hands again. “Nooooo,” he whines. “You already heard it once. I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh come on,” Tsukishima says, bending down to give his boyfriend another kiss, “Be good and tell me again, clearly this time. I want to hear every word.”

Another sound akin to a wheezing kettle comes out of his lover’s mouth. “Oh. My. God. You can’t just say stuff like that.”

 “But I can, and I will,” Tsukishima replies. He could get used to this. Kuroo all flustered for him. “Now say it.”

“Nooooooo.”

“I’m waiting.”

“...Fine.” Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I. Liked…it.”

 “Well…I guess that makes two of us, then,” Tsukishima peppering Kuroo’s face with kisses until his boyfriend is giggling. 

“As long as I get to get my revenge, of course.” Kuroo reaches over to squeeze Tsukishima’s thigh just to hear him squeak.

If he was a different person, he would be pouting, but he settles on prying his lover’s hands away from his face and planting a kiss upon his lips.

“But…We need a safe word or something, so we know for sure if we go too far,” Kuroo says after their lips part, his voice coming out more breathy than normal.

“Mhmm. Yeah. I don’t want to actually kill my boyfriend.”

Kuroo glares back at him in a playful manner. “Based on today, you’re sure as hell going to get as close to that as possible.”

“You love me anyways,” Tsukishima replies while pulling Kuroo into his arms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

[hannamoon143]

Hii! I saw that you're taking requests so I looked at your Master list and you don't have anything for Seungmin there yet so I had an idea 💡 would you write smth with a fem reader who asks him out before he has the chance and him maybe being a lil salty about it? I don't have any other specific details I can think of so you can just go with the flow or whatever you feel like if you decide to write this.

I hope you're having a great day!! Don't forget to take care of yourself and drink water 🩷

Also idk if u have any emoji anons but can I pls be this one 🔮?

Since the first moment

request from 🔮anon

Genre: Fluff,slight angst

warning: cursing,getting overwhelmed,crying,mostly flufff tho

Pairings: (Barista) Seungmin x fem Reader

a/n: ofc i can write this!I really hope it is not a problem that i added a little bit angst? I jst got so lost in writing that i wrote a lot of extra stuff that isn't really in your request. thank you for the cute idea,and the sweet words at the endd. Pls take care of yourself too and also drink water❤️(says me who hasn't drank anything in the past six hours)

Since the first moment you were his Light.his one and only love. When seungmin saw you stumbling through the door of the cofee shop he worked in, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You looked a bit messy with your soaking wet clothes. It seemed like you didn't have an umbrella when that horrible storm outside started,and that you came here to be somewhere warm and dry. He didn't know if it maybe was your beautiful face,your little smile when you stepped into the warm embrace of the coffee shop,or your eyes that were sparkling like the stars,but he found you mesmerizing.

You just got into the worst storm of the past months but when you stepped to the counter you had a big smile on your face. It gave seungmin a warm feeling in his stomach. "Hi! Can i please have an matcha latte?" you asked with a joyful voice. He nodded.When your order was done he came back with your matcha latte and a towel.You looked at him,very confused. "Because you are very wet from the rain." seungmin said,thinking about how you could forget that you were soaking wet? You thanked him three times and rubbed your hair with the towel. Seungmin went back behind the counter but he didn't take his eyes off of you until you went out again. He was sad because he thought he maybe wouldn't see you again.But he wa entirely wrong with that.

From that day on you always stopped by at the coffee shop in the evening,and you always were a little disappointed when seoungmin wasn't there. Over the weeks you two started talking a bit more. You knew that he had three best friends,that he always roasted his oldest friend that only was three years older than him and that he was very insecure about his smile,because in high school he got bullied for it.You didn't understand the people who said his smile was ugly because for you it was something,that always made your day brighter,and your coffee tasted sweeter.

So this day you walked in and looked who was behind the counter. A smile found it's way on your face when you saw seungmin standing there,preparing a drink for someone.When you stepped onto the counter seungmin looked up from his drink and told you to wait a minute and he would be there for you.There was also another barista named jeongin,but since mostly jeongin and seungmin worked there he already knew that seungmin took your orders. When seungmin got back you told him you wanted a matcha latte and then asked about his life and his friends while he started preparing your order.

As you currently talked about how your cat escaped you you looked out the window. You immediately got silent.At first he thought you just forgot what you wanted to say but when you didn't continue talking he looked at you to see why you suddenly stopped. Your face was pale,and your eyes empty. What was going on? Seungmin never saw that your eyes lost their spark.When he wanted to ask you if you were okay you suddenly stepped away and walked out of the coffee shop.Seungmin was confused and watched you through the window.

You didn't know why you went outside. You immediately regretted it,but now there was no way back. You stood there facing your ex and the woman he cheated on you with. The night when you first met seungmin was the night you two broke up because you found out that he was cheating on you.From that moment on you promised yourself to always be thankfull for the little things in life. But now where you faced him you were so scared. "Look what we have here,the little bitch y/n" he said in a sarcastic tone. He had a mischievous smirk on,his arm around the woman by his side. You gulped. You had no idea how you could sound so confident when you were so scared and anxious:

"And look who we have here,the cheater with his little accesoire"

The regret immediately came when you were done with the sentence. Your ex looked like he would burst and now you were really scared.God you forgot how bad he could make you feel

"You dare saying that y/n? You are the little slut here.You had to learn that you need to show respect to your boyfriend.You always were at the house of this hyunjin.And then you always came with your stupid speech that you were just best friends. So y/n my little slut,girls who don't want to hear have to feel."

This was too much. How could he say things like that.There were some times were you got overwhelmed.It didn't happen very often,but when you got too overwhelmed and everything got too much you sometimes just broke down.This was one of this moments.You couldn't face his words anymore.You were surpised though when you fell down on your knees,but before you hit the ground someone caught you. Behind you there stood seungmin.He gently sat you on the ground and you were shocked by what he did then. He just punched your ex into his face.Then everything felt somehow unreal.Seungmin immediately kneeled down and asked if you were okay.Your ears were ringing,and you felt a throbbing pain in your head.You wanted to cry.You didn't even exactly know why.Now there also were a lot of people around,some to see if you were okay,and some to look after your ex. It was so loud.And bright. You weren't able to answer seungmin so you just clung onto the hem of his shirt and covered your face in it.You started crying.Were you really that horrible of a person like your ex said? You only noticed half,that seungmin scooped you into his arms,and dragged you inside the coffee shop.

When you got into a room at the back of the coffee shop he settled you down on a blue couch. He wanted to stand up and get you some water,and also give you a little bit privacy,but you took his hand and pulled him back. "Stay.Please?"you whispered,tears still running down your cheek.Seungmin never saw you crying.When you came into the coffee shop you always smiled a pretty smile,you were almost always happy.So when he now looked into your eyes,tears covering your cheek he felt really ,really bad.He sat down beside you and looked at you. You were finally able to say something

"I'm really sorry that i made such a scene,i just saw my ex outside that window and i was like frozen,and i just went out without thinking about it.I'm so,so sorry. I know you shouldn't have to deal with this,you are just a barista that wanted to do his job when a crazy girl broke down because of things her ex said to her."

Seungmin couldn't believe you.He thought you were something like friends.And why did you apologize for getting overwhelmed? He couldn't help but brush your tears away with his thumb. Then he said

" Y/n,why are you saying things like that? You are definitely not crazy,and even the kindest and strongest people need to rely on someone sometimes.And i know i probably don't know everything about you,but don't believe what that shitty guy said. Always when you come here into the coffee shop you start talking about what is going on in your life.And as i know you are the kindest,sweetest caring soul i know. Remember when you told me how you ran half an hour through the heavy rain,cause you remembered the stray cat that you saw that day? And you took it home with you because you remembered she seemed sick and wasn't able to walk. Or that one time when you were here with your friends,and one of them spilled boiling hot coffee on you,but you just said it was okay,and laughed about it? I could give you hundred examples that prove that you are a very good and kindhearted person."

You looked at seungmin.Did he really remember all the things you told him day by day? Did he really think that of you? You knew that seungmin wasn't a very affectionate person,and that he had his own ways to show love or appreciation. You even saw him smile only one time,and that was when jeongin gave him a cute birthday card on his birthday.But then he did another thing that surprised you a lot. He leaned in and gave you a long,warm hug. It felt so comforting,you decided to enjoy every moment of it.When he pulled away you had the smile he loved so much on your face again. You were almost shocked when he smiled at you. "There is the smile i love again" he said.You could have said the same to him,but he stood up,telling you that he'd get you an iced americano,your go to order.

You two always were very friendly with each other,but from this day on,you got really close. You exchanged numbers and from time to time you met more often. Seungmin had the biggest crush on you since the first time he saw you.But when you met,and he admired your beautiful smile,the way you giggled when he acted silly,he realized that this wasn't just a crush.He was in love. He loved you.

6 months later

Since you were stressed with your exams from university,you didn't meet that often right now.Seungmin missed seeing you everyday,but he knew you needed space to study.One day you finally had your last exam. His feelings grew a lot in the past weeks.When he couldn't see you,he always missed you.When you didn't smile he immediately did everything to make you smile. He realized that he could never live without you. So when you were in your exam how he assumed,he invited his best friends jeongin,bangchan and felix over, to help him with his feelings.

"Minnie you were never so in love before, please just tell her. If she doesn't feel the same way,then you two can sure stay friends.But i don't think that she doesn't feel the same way. When we celebrated jeongins birthday all together, she looked at you with so much admiration and love in her eyes.You are an idiot if you can't see that" Felix immediately said,when seungmin told the boys where he needed help with.

"No,no no wait. You kept your feelings for so long,you have to make it special. If i would be you,i would ask her if she wants to go out because her exams are finally over.Then you two go eat something,and after that you take a walk.Then in the light of the moon,you confess your feelings to her,and you ask her if she wants to go on a date with you" jeongin joyful suggested.

"In the light of the moon?you are so cheesy innie" Seungmin said,but secretly he liked the idea.

The guys made lots of plans how to ask you out.Not to cheesy but not to normal.They totally forgot the time. When the doorbell rang chan asked "Did someone order something?" everyone said no,and seungmin stood up from the floor where they sat the whole time,to open the door.He was kinda surprised when he saw you standing there.Was it this late already?In his brain he played the plan the guys made together, one more time and opened the door.

"Heyyy min! My last exam is finally over!" you said happyly. You didn't even think,you just threw your arms aroung him and hugged him. You were so happy because the exams had stressed you a lot,and you always studied and never got out of your apartment.You met seungmin only sometimes, when you decided to give yourself a 10 minute coffee break at the coffee shop seungmin worked at.But now everything was better. You were so excited at this moment that you felt like you would burst. This was not only because of the exam. You promised yourself that if you would pass all your exams,you would finally confess your feelings to seungmin,that you kept in since you first met. You wanted to do it gently,at a spacial place or something,but you couldn't hold it in anymore. You stepped away from him and the words just came out of your mouth.

"Minnnn,i want you to please let me talk,and don't interrupt me. There is something i wanted to tell you.But i kept it in for a very long time now,and i can't hide my feelings anymore.Soo i don't want to give a long speech,i just want to say that i love you.kim seungmin,when i first stepped into that coffee shop soaking wet,you seemed very sweet and i came back to maybe see you again. A little crush on a barista,not more.But then we started to get to know each other and you seemed like a really kindhearted warm guy,also if maybe sometimes you don't show it.But that one day with my ex,i found out that you cared for me.That you really like me the way i am. And that was when i fell for you.I love you kim seungmin,would you go on a date with me?"

You finally allowed yourself to breath again.You were proud of yourself for finally confessing.But when seungmin first didn't say anything you got nervous. Was he not feeling something like that?? You hoped he wouldn't force himself to say something he didn't want to,just so he wouldn't hurt your feelings.

Seungmin didn't know what to say. Of course he was really happy that you had the same feelings towards him,and he would want to kiss you and hug you and cuddle with you at the rest of the day. He knew it was stupid but there was also something different. You destroyed his great plan to confess his feelings for you. What if now you thought he was a weak man that wasn't even able to show his feelings? He was shaken out of his thoughts when you coughed a little bit. Right he had to answer.

"Yes y/n. I would like to go on a date with you."

"Uhm, will you pick me up at seven p.m?"

"Yes,sure. See you later"

He shut the door. Did you say something wrong? Now you were really nervous.Why was he suddenly so cold? If he wouldn't be in love with you he wouldn't have said yes,right? You were still lost in your thoughts when you came into your apartment.What if he really didn't feel anything for you,and just didn't want to hurt your feelings or ruin your friendship? thousand of those thoughs were in your head,until you sat down in front of your clothes to decide wich one to wear tonight.

Meanwhile seungmin felt really bad. After the boys said that everything would be fine,and he shouldn't concentrate so much on that you made the first move, they finally went away. They said he should be glad that you felt the same for him. And he really was! But he just wasn't able to get the thought out of his head, that he should have made the first move,and he should have done it special.He knew that this was so unnescesary but for him it was just important.

As you finally picked your outfit ( a navy blue top with pearls on it + a white skirt) you realized that it was late.very late.Shit. You put on some make up. You only used mascara and lippgloss because seungmin always said that you were always pretty,but without something covering your face you looked even better. As you were done with the make up you got dressed. You left your hair like it always was. Exactly in the moment where you were done with everything your doorbel rang. You were so nervous when you opened the door.

Seungmin looked at you. He always found you pretty,but with your beautiful outfit and with the fact that you were his dat you were even prettier if that was even possible.But he still was upset because he couldn't show you his feelings first.You smiled at him,it wasn't your usual natural joyful smile but it still looked mesmerizing.You both just muttered a hi and then you sat into his car. You two drove to your favorite restaurant.You were there together multiple times before but now you both were so nervous. But as you drove in silence you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Look seungmin,i know i probably suprised you with my feelings,but you have to know you didn't have to say yes just because you didn't want to hurt me or something.We can go eat and after that pretend like it never happened.If i can't have what i really want i still want you to be my friend."

Seungmin glanced at you. He was confused. Did you think he only said yes because he didn't want to hurt you,and he didn't even wanted to go on the date?

"Y/n. Do you really think i don't want this? I love you too. You are the prettiest,kindest, girl i know.Why would you think i only said yes because i didn't want to hurt you?"

Was he being for real ?

"Seungmin,when i confessed to you all you said was that you would like to go on a date with me.Then you shut your door. And the whole drive you didn't say one word. You didn't even smile. If it isn't this what is going on then?"

He just realized that he really wasn't that nice.And that only because of this stupid thing.

"You will definitely laugh at me if i tell you."

"I promise i won't"

Seungmin sighed.If he didn't want you to hate him he had to tell you.

"So uhm,y/n. I was in love with you since the moment you stood before me,soaking wet from the rain but still the prettiest girl i ever saw.The way you still smiled at me,when you just broke up with your boyfriend how you told me later. And my feelings never changed.They just grew bigger.And why i reacted like this was... so basically i met with the guys and asked them how i should confess to you,because i planned to do so when your exams were over,so you wouldn't be that stressed anymore.So i planned with the guys to buy you a flower bouqet,i would give it to you,and then we would go to our favorite restaurant to eat and laugh.After that we would go for a walk,and near the han river i would confess to you,with the shine of the moonlight and the sweet words i wanted to tell you. Okay that sounded very cheesy i guess but when you stood there confessing,and asking for a date i was scared that you maybe thought i am to weak or something because i wasn't even able to show my feelings."

When seungmin was done you were at the restaurants parking spot. Seungmin didn't look at you.He was embarassed.But when he wanted to get out of the car you held him back.You said:

"Then let's do it like this."

"What?"

"If it is so important to you,let's do everything exactly like you said.I don't want you to feel bad or weak because of me.When we get out this car we will do this date exactly like you just told me. And then you can confess to me. We act like i didn't say anything yet. But you don't need to get me flowers though"

Seungmin smiled at you.You just realized how much you missed his big cute puppy smile. He didn't say anything, but he took a wonderful flower bouqet out of a bag.You smiled at each other the biggest smiles ever. And then the evening really was exactly like seungmin told you his plan before. Seungmin gave you the flowers,you went into the restaurant and talked and laughed like always.After that you went for a walk under the mesmerizing moon, along the han river.There he told you what exactly he felt. And then he kissed you. It was a soft,sweet kiss. It was like the first taste of your life with seungmin.And you really liked it.

You both found this evening perfect. Seungmin, and also you made your feelings very clear.You two finally started a relationship,and you couldn't have been happier.Seungmin was just perfect.

[crushedtincan]

Alone Together

Characters: Felicia Hardy and Walter Hardy from Insomniac’s Marvel’s Spider-Man (the first one)

Summary: Just in the nick of time, Felicia comes across a new companion while Walter struggles to come up with plans on how to escape the Maggia. (A glimpse into insomniac!Felicia’s childhood.)

Tags: Father-Daughter Relationship, Family Bonding, Family issues, Parenting, Like father like daughter, Adopting Pet, Pets, Angst, Sad ending

Rating: T

Notes: I haven’t written anything in a long time, but I’ve had enough of the lack of Felicia fanfics, she deserves more attention. Thank you so much @uh-kitty-got-wet for reading this over for me and giving me feedback 💕

Walter’s days with Felicia were limited. Whenever he looked at his little girl, he wanted to pack their things and escape the country with her. Run away and never look back, start everything anew. He knew this was easier said than done. But after he dwelled on possibilities for days, it dawned upon him that it couldn’t be done at all. His heart dropped knowing that a safe life with his little girl wouldn’t be possible. Not with him in the picture.

He might have been a simple cat burglar, well, maybe not that simple since he was highly skilled and working all by himself. Yet despite all that, he was sure that not even the most intricate tricks up his sleeve could help him out of this situation. Not when the entire Maggia was after him. They already found out his identity, and the moment they mentioned Felicia, he knew they were done for.

After taking a sip from his lukewarm coffee, he turned to Felicia, watching her innocently play with some dolls he had gifted her the other day, unaware of their situation.

Felicia turned to Walter with a toothy grin. “Daddy, look!”

She proceeded to clack the dolls against each other and reenacted a scene from a movie they watched together, but Walter couldn’t focus on what she was trying to show him. He shook off the racing thoughts and managed to give her a bittersweet smile when she was done and waiting for his verdict. “That’s great, kiddo”, he said with pseudo enthusiasm.

“Can I have your ice cream, Daddy?”

That simple question was the first thing that pushed Walter’s overwhelming thoughts into the back of his mind, and he bursted out laughing at his daughter's toothy and impish grin.

Currently, they were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying ice cream together while it was still hot and sunny outside. He wanted to spend as much time with Felicia before anything would happen to either of them. If things went south, this could be their last memories together.

He took her ice cream and switched it with his. She jolted in her seat, delighted that she got her desired ice cream, and immediately started consuming it, unbothered by her father ruffling her hair. “If you wanted chocolate, why didn’t you say so from the start?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Uh, I dunno.”

“Kids”, Walter thought to himself, shaking his head yet smiling from ear to ear.

It didn’t take her long to finish her ice cream, and while Walter was still enjoying his, Felicia started bombarding him with questions, as kids usually did. They had a lovely and long conversation. What came as a surprise to Walter, was that they even talked about Lydia, and how she’d have a strawberry ice cream with them if she were still with them.

The fact that Felicia could talk so joyfully about her mother made Walter’s heart swell with pride. For such a young girl, she was incredibly strong and resilient. Sometimes he didn’t dare utter a word about Lydia, afraid that talking about her would resurface all the pain he had caused. To himself, but mostly Felicia. And here she was, smiling at the mention of her beloved mom.

The ice cream almost started dripping onto his hand, untouched for a couple of minutes due to the topic of Felicia’s mother stirring something within him and robbing his appetite. Everything seemed to slow down for him. Felicia had her sparkling eyes. Recognizing Lydia in his daughter's face reminded him of the guilt he had to carry to this very day. Lydia died. He had always blamed the Black Cat, but had he ever blamed the man behind the mask? Had he ever blamed himself? It was all his doing in the end. He was playing it too risky. He couldn’t allow Felicia to be next. Maybe she would be better off without him in the picture.

Felicia interrupted his planning once again when she felt a sudden raindrop hit her left cheek. “Daddy, I think it’s gonna rain”

They didn’t even realize the sun was starting to disappear behind thick, dark clouds.

Walter reached out to wipe the drop away, but as soon as he did, yet another fell upon her face. He sighed, “So it seems…”, and got up. He opened up his hand, and she jumped off the bench before putting her hand in his. “Let’s go home, kiddo. Before it starts pouring.”

And it surely did start pouring. At least it wasn’t dark yet, and Walter didn’t have to clean her chocolate-stained face since the rain did it for him. They started running, so they could get home quicker, until Felicia exclaimed, “Wait!”

She stood still, forcing Walter to a stop along with her. “What is it, kid? You okay?”

Felicia didn’t answer him but looked around as if she were looking for something in the rain. Had she lost something or forgotten something at the park?

Before Walter could question her, she let go of his hand and bolted in another direction. “I’ll be right back!” she called while not even looking back. Walters' eyes widened as he ran after her. The worst-case scenarios were starting to flood his mind. What if someone was following them? What if she was lured into a trap?

“Felicia, wait!” Walter called out for her. She didn’t hear him from the heavy raindrops colliding with the ground. When he caught up with her in the street corner, he saw her kneeling to inspect something next to the trash bags. They were looking at a small kitten, abandoned in a little box. It was shaking like a leaf, and it sneezed. Walter was amazed at the fact that Felicia could hear its meowing in the rain. “Look, daddy, it’s a little kitty! The kitty is so lonely…” She turned to her dad and begged him, “Can we bring the kitty home, pleaaaaaaase?”

Walter looked down at the both of them, and he knew then and there that this was a sign, and everything was falling into place. They found each other.

“Of course, Sweetheart. Let’s go home now.”

At home, Felicia took a shower while Walter took it upon himself to dry the kitten. Luckily he had some experience with cats of all ages before, since Lydia loved them so much, so he knew what had to be done.

A couple of days went by fast. They brought the kitten to a vet as soon as possible and took him in. A bunch of necessities for the kitten were bought, and one too many cat toys, and Felicia already took it upon herself to name the kitten.

“Daddy, look at his paws! He has white paws, and they look like mittens. So his name is Mr. Mittens!”

Felicia wanted to do everything for Mr. Mittens. She was feeding him, playing with him, and even insisted on doing the kitty litter. Walter bristled with pride when he saw how responsible Felicia was being. She was his smart little girl. And even though it was too early to let her go, he knew she was a fighter.

That night while tucking her in was the night he feared the most. He had to tell her goodbye. He made sure to tell her what he needed her to know. He kissed the top of her head, and booped her nose, making her giggle.

“Felicia, I…”

His mouth froze. There were too many words waiting to be spoken out loud. He swallowed them painfully.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Felicia looked at him with bright eyes, and answered, “I love you too, daddy.”

Walter hugged her tightly and tried to blink the tears away when he felt her little hands squeeze him back one last time, before leaving her room and quietly closing the door shut.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face, unaware of the fact that Walter was still wide awake, regretfully writing a letter with her name on it next to her room.

She couldn’t have known.

She couldn’t have known that those were the last words she would have ever told her dad.

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

@frostysfrenzy made the audience inside my head very happy by tagging me in this anyway picture me like this for the duration of this post (I am miss piggy)

Writer interview ✨💖

About me

When did you start writing?

I was was 10 and a deranged little girl so my best friend and I cowrote what I considered to be the most ambitious crossover of all time: a Star Wars/The Beatles/Bleach/Monk/WKRP/The Partridge Family/Corner Gas fanfiction trilogy. It was utterly bananas and at the time of writing we considered it to be our magnum opus. It wasn’t and I believe we destroyed all but one of the “books” when we were about 12 when she visited. I know that one still exists cuz I have it and my brother and I read it when we need a laugh.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

I almost exclusively read nonfiction. I’d love to do that, but I don’t have the attention span. That being said, I am working on a collection of memoirs from my particularly wild youth.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

I try to be my own person, but my dad tells me my voice is similar to Hunter S Thompson at times in my personal pieces. I can see it.

can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Currently it’s my bed and my phone/laptop, but I prefer sitting at a desk with a notebook nearby for quick notes. I’ve tried to digitize the secondary note paper, but I’m so boomer pilled apparently that I want to have the physical paper beside me just because I like the flexibility of being able to sketch out mind maps and timelines for lore.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Watch a show and pick a guy to obsess over for til college

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?

Yeah absolutely! I’ve lived in a lot of places and been in a lot of circumstances, so that definitely bleeds into my work. I tend to write what I know, so it’s not uncommon for me to base characters, scenes or scenarios on real people, places and scenarios I’ve encountered.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

Yes and yes lmao my recurring themes I find are found family, loneliness, and the moral grey areas in crime and punishment. When I first noticed these recurring themes, I was definitely surprised, but in a way, noticing these themes has really made me learn a lot about myself and how much of my past truly looms over me. Then again, now that I’ve recognised this about myself, I find that I’m able to process everything better.

Characters

would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

His name is Nathan, he is a sad, scrungly wet cat of a man found behind a dumpster that has been surviving off of scraps and spite for many years. He’s unlikeable, constantly feeling sorry for himself, peaked in high school and has very few redeeming qualities. My favourite thing to do with him is put him in mental agony, physical peril and moral conundrums. He’s a cop who, through his own foolishness, hates his life and self destructs. He is constantly taking his problems out on his coworkers because he has no real friends and has cut most of his contact with his family. However, he goes through a lot of character development where his morals are being constantly called into question and he discovers the power of friendship and not being unbelievably fucking unpleasant. I hate him so so much that I love writing him.

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Definitely Scout and Dan considering I based them entirely on myself and my brother. I literally wrote them in so my brother would listen to me talk about my writing and he won’t do that unless he’s in it. Their full names are Scout Trouble MacKenzie and Atticus Danger MacKenzie and they’re fully aware of how bizarre those names are. Dan goes by Dan because he likes watching the light fade from people’s eyes when he says Dan isn’t short for Daniel and is in fact short for Danger. They’re chaotic gremlins who are considered to be not well socialized and developmentally arrested at 16. Both of them are noted by other characters to be staggeringly bizarre and incomprehensible as they communicate entirely with inside jokes and meme references. They bicker like small children, especially when the topic of their old GameCube is brought up as the ownership of Monkey Ball is still a point of contention as one of them received it for Christmas in 2004, but they can’t remember which one was the actual recipient.

which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?

Josh, easily. My man is unemployed, stinky, and refuses to mature beyond an edgy teen. He doesn’t even do his own laundry. His vibes are so pungent that he makes my crops wither and causes the foxes to eat my chickens. I hate him. He really is the Josh of all time. Close second would be Kaylee but that’s just because she would stress me out too much.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

It depends on the day. Most of the time it’s utility driven, so as an example, for one of my WIPs I needed a librarian character, so, as I often do for background characters, I kind of just thought of the librarians I’ve known all my life, culminated them into one character and called it a day. Then, phase two was me ending up really liking the character and developing her more as I wrote her. Eventually it got to a point where I gave her a husband and a son and she’s now a recurring character. Effectively I am both the DM and the Party and every time I make up a detail about a background character, I end up really liking them and it snowballs. I have, on a few occasions, sat down with the express intention of making a character, and sometimes it works, but if you ask me details about both Theodore (carefully crafted over a few days) and Freddie The Information Guy (Background character I developed by accident), I’d be able to tell you a lot more about Freddie.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Again, going back to writing what I know, I always end up writing AFAB characters as being extremely tight with their dad’s. I don’t know, man, aside from that, the poor fuckers all just get a delightful little spoonful of my personal trauma as a treat.

How do you picture your characters?

As little dolls that I pick up and play with. They are my littlest pet shops and I am a 7 year old girl who wants to watch the world burn.

My writing:

what’s your reason for writing?

I have to write otherwise the characters just spin around my head like that fish in the funky town (low quality) video. I need to get them out of their enclosure and onto the page so I can know peace. On a more serious note, I write a lot as a way to process my thoughts. I’m a journal girly which I started doing when I was in the throes of alcoholism with undiagnosed BPD and ADHD. Whenever something bad happened, my gut reaction was to buy a bottle of bourbon and drink it like it was a race. Once I started journaling, I was able to replace that instinct of needing to drink with needing to write. Nowadays, I’m on occasional drinker and constant writer which I’m very proud of.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

Any and all for the most part. I’m always a fan of people liking The Characters and telling me that, but I acknowledge that no one cares as much about your OCs as you do, so I’m content with it being an uncommon but very welcome compliment.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Isolated and weird, the type to fly a kite in the middle of the night, too bizarre to be welcome in polite society so I live in a farmhouse of the edge of nowhere and Exist. Hopefully they think of me as the personification of those unhinged author’s notes in fics.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Probably dialogue? I dunno, it’s definitely not the plot, because my characters are all just on side quests, if there’s a unifying plot than it’s accidental.

What have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?

Character development/creation and dialogue.

How do you feel about your own writing?

Illegible garbâge that is so self-indulgent and convoluted that it should not be perceived by anyone but me. However, that does not stop me from burdening my friends and readers with it. Their enjoyment of my writing is collateral damage of my creativity.

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

Yes, I’d be even more nuts if I didn’t write. Besides, I really am my own target demographic, so hell yeah.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

I write for myself so hardcore that I’m surprised when other people like any part of it. As previously mentioned, if other people like what I write, that is incidental and not part of my grander mission of making things that make me happy. That being said, I do consider one opinion sometimes when I write, and that is the opinion of my brother and what will make him laugh.

Anyway, I’m gonna tag @swaggysagiewagie @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter @prismatica-the-strange and anyone who wants to do it hehehe also no pressure to do it

Blank version can be found at the bottom of the linked post :)

[sideblogformindtrash]

may i ask, what was pet orfeu's training like?

Own honestly pet Orfeu is such a sad little guy. It was probably a lot easier to train him than you'd expect =/ orfeu has veyr different reactions depending on the point of his life he's at.

Like the older orfeu, near his 30's we know? Nearly impossible. Absolute nightmare.

Fresh out the system 18-19 soaping wet cat Orfeu? Not so hard =/

cw for bbu stuff, noncon, drug abuse, abstinence, sensory deprivation/overload, touch starvation; transphobia and lack of bodily autonomy

For starters, he submitted willingly, and per usual, he was in a terrible place in his life. He was exhausted, depressed, hopeless and struggling with addiction.

The first thing they did was talk to him about his body image and gender. Orfeu is gender-nonconforming, and if left free, he would keep his boobs. He likes them. But being any kind of non-conforming isn’t a good look for a pet, so they said he had to either fully commit and go with top surgery or go out of HRT and sing as a woman. He picked the first option.

He also had his tattoos and piercings removed, and his head was fully shaved so they could then grow it out on a regular haircut.  

The ~~drip didn’t do a full removal of his memories. He had already used it at this point, and omitted that information. But the memories he did retain mostly served to show him he was miserable and unfit to be a free human anyway. 

His first few weeks were very brutal as he was forced to deal with abstinence, mostly alone and locked in a room. At this point he tried to take it all back, cried, begged, screamed and tried to fight. They were somewhat understanding of the behavior since it was due to the drugs, but he still got a beating here and there. 

When those symptoms subsided they got him into a more regular training scheme. And at first, it was kinda challenging.

He was willing to learn and try to be good and his Handler saw that - but he was still Orfeu and had an authority hating, anger prone reactive ass. 

It took trial and error. THey first started with pain and corporal punishment, since they didn't have to be as careful since he was already scarred - but that didn’t have as much of an effect. It made him angrier and skittish.

Eventually they figured out what worked the best for him was a combination of sensory deprivation/overload for punishment, a semi-permanent touch starved status, and a lot of positive reinforcement and praise.

Orfeu has hardly ever been praised in his life, so even just being called a ‘good boy’ did wonders to soften his behavior, and they integrated a lot more of it and started exploiting that in his training. 

After that they started making more progress at grinding him down. They convinced him his anger was all part of how bad it had been before, that he didnt need that now, that he could be a good pet and that he would be so loved if he was good.

And well, somehow he committed. He also just started dissociating heavily, almost constantly and living in auto-pilot.

He didn’t really interact with other pets. They tried sometimes and he mostly ignored them unless a handler had instructed him to interact. He wasn’t able to hold very long conversations either. 

They did train him as a romantic, and it was kind of a challenge to not have him just dissociate all the time. Keeping him very very touch starved helped with this, since he would begin to crave sex even if just to be held.

He also took some classes. He did well enough on some, and failed miserably at cooking every single time. 

He was also very hard to sell. He is off putting to look at, has a weird smell, he can’t be in a house that has animals in it, and a lot of people found him a bit too numb and boring.

So much so he started to become sort of a company pet for a while. He just was easy to handle and have around, and some trainers liked to take him home on weekends and fuck him as well. 

Eventually however he was sold.

[katagawajr]

10 Characters | 10 Fandoms | 10 Tags!

(tagged by @babeoffrontiers thank you!!! 🫶)

i think other than the number one spot, none of these are in any particular order. but yes let's begin.

Caleb Widogast (Critical Role). undisputed favorite character in any piece of media, he’s my entire world. literally a perfect narrative story, an emotional character exploration of grief and found family and time itself. profoundly sad man but also filled with so much silly sweetness that makes the sadness even MORE painful. he's a friend, he's a lover, he's a pining man, he's of the empire but not a friend to the empire. he's MY boy, he's a magic man, he's trying to be the man his parents believed he could be. i can cry (and have cried) about him for hours on end but i’m not making this list any longer. ("hi caleb... how are you doing today?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH)

Gale Dekarios (Baldur’s Gate 3). omg another sad wizard? sorry i have a type. wyll also belongs on this list but i’m hopelessly drawn to gale so i have to pick him. mama’s boy? cat dad? big wet eyes, a little suicidal and extremely devoted? i don’t know that i’ve clutched my heart harder than when i saw his act 2 romance scene for the first time. i think it also just pulls at my heartstrings that his relationship with tav is so showing of his kindness regardless of whether or not you romance him. even platonic gale is so ;-;

Ann Takamaki (Persona 5). i fought about putting yusuke or ryuji or even zenkichi but this spot has to go to ann because she's just so. perfect. the first arc of p5 is the BEST hands down and she's literally one of the biggest reasons why. the writers end up ruining her but the way she grows even in that first arc... her confidant scene with the line "i'm just a lonely, scared girl..." BREAKS ME. she's a treasure, she's strong and kind and wants to be a light for others while not giving up on the things that make her 'girly.' and her love for ryuji as best friends is one of my favorite dynamics ever.

Artemis (Hades). i love artemis in general, i grew an attachment during my greek mythology kid phase and never let go so i'm obsessed with every iteration of her in media. but artemis in hades has my favorite visual design in the game combined with her quiet sweetness :') and her willingness to have a family bond with zagreus because she's also an outcast who's overwhelmed by her other family members. and then to be a total badass of a goddess, ugh love her.

Katagawa Jr. (Borderlands). okay this one is funny because i honestly love katagawa as an OC more than canon... like canon treated him pretty badly and if it was based on that alone then august tftbl would be in this spot. but the POTENTIAL... ohhh the potential... youngest son born into the highest echelon of one of the most powerful companies in the galaxy, but to CEO parents who see them only as property?? and puts barcodes on the back of their necks?? and katagawa jr being the desperately lonely, attention-seeking son? don't get me started on him and naoko... genuinely my OC now. i took him from canon.

Julian Devorak (The Arcana). this one always embarrasses me to talk about because it's like a romance visual novel game. so let's make it quick. but julian is unironically such a good character, i'm a sucker for the way he loves his little sister more than anything in the world. also for being a silly pirate plague doctor who wants to help people, blames himself for a past he can't even remember, and trips over his own heels being so madly in love. the outfit and eyepatch too, 10/10.

Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater). the definition of 'nonbinary baby' LMAO- but seriously, i instantly fell in love with their design when i first watched. one of the best ever, including ragnarok's design being a part of them. being so powerful but so pained, just such a sad soul and it's so interesting to watch them on screen. i love a character that seems silly and awkward and then also can turn very scary/cool. brief shoutout to stein though, i almost put him on here instead because his design and fighting style are just peak >>

Mad Maggie (Apex Legends). my first ever apex love was horizon, but idk when maggie came out i just fell in love with her personality? she's SO funny to me. i also love her and fuse's backstory, and i think her tough attitude but capability of being kinda sweet as well is cute (although i genuinely just adore her as a mean character too. let women be meaner. she's funny and hot about it). her kit is also very fun even though i'm bad with it, i love riot drilling halfway across the map when i play her. her voice is 10/10 and even her theme music is banger.

Undyne (Undertale). undertale still has one of the greatest narratives in all of gaming history and i will die happily on that hill. sorry. undyne was always my girl, her being the badass knight (that everyone assumes is some scary guy), her theme music is still one of THE best video game songs ever. her design is amazing, finding out that she's papyrus's friend and that she's in love with alphys, her backstory with asgore. all amazing character beats. and that's not even mentioning the genocide run... "for the sake of the whole world... I, UNDYNE, WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN." ugh.

Prince Canute (Vinland Saga). gah i haven't even watched season 2 yet because i'm terribly behind. BUT. oh my god, i think canute's monologue in the snow in season 1 actually fundamentally changed my brain???? and the way that i think??? like i felt something crack within me. i actually gave a talk about that exact scene in an animation class i had once. anyways i loved watching him on screen and watching him change... watching him be so sad... not to mention his design is just very very pretty. can't wait to see my best friend canute in s2 i'm sure nothing bad will happen right.

tagging: @magnuficentwo @aliensmoothie and anyone else who wants to do it if you feel like it, no obligation :) i'm bad at the tagging part of tag games sorry!

[crimsun-n-clover]

i went to dollar tree today

i was going for craft shit. i keep getting rejected for all the delivery jobs i want so i’m trying to make silly little things that i could sell.

i like dollar tree because it makes me feel like there’s hope. i see things and design my trailer in my head. i pick which mugs i’ll use with my coffee maker, which wildflowers i’d plant outside, and which little trinkets i’d get for the kiddos.

i have a whole family of stray cats that i love ever so dearly. usually i can’t get close to them, but i feed them, bring them water, and talk to them in the hope that it improves their lives.

when i left dollar tree, i went around the back of the building because of where i was parked.

(this isn’t the dollar tree i went to last time, because at that one i dealt with the HORROR of seeing sugar’s sister employed there. by horrid chance i had just gotten a utility knife off the shelf there to carry with me in my battle vest, so if any rumors go around about homicidal intent that’s where that shit came from.)

when i went to the back i found a scrawny little black cat and threw out a handful of treats. he ate them up and i parked to get a can of the good wet food. the cat straight up walked over to me like we were friends. i gave him the food and he let me pet him, talk to him, play with him, all that. he has a scratchy little meow and he’s so fun. he was weaving between my legs and climbing all over me, purring and making biscuits. if i walked away, he would follow me. it was amazing. i made a new friend. he had bald spots and scars, as well as an ear notch, but he wasn’t neutered so it was definitely from a fight. he’s such a sweetheart and would roll over and lay on his back and paw at me.

i felt like a monster leaving him.

his name is ronnie and i will now dedicate myself to moving out so i can bring him home. he looks so sick and sad, but he’s so sweet and full of life. he only ate half of the can of tuna and gravy i gave him he’s so LITTLE. i can’t stand to leave him out there in the florida heat and constant floods, but i know i can’t bring him home.

my mom would absolutely kill me, my dad would question how i got him (and hanging out behind buildings is apparently not good), my bastard quarantine dog would eat him alive, and my spoiled sweet baby cat would be so jealous that he’d lose his absolute shit.

so instead of having four things in the way, i’m cool with just the one. i think ronnie and my boy would get along fine. they both are weirdly shaped black cats with green eyes that i found as baby ferals. they’re both affectionate and have silly little meows. i’m sure they’d be fine eventually.

ronnie being a stray is a bit of a problem. he’s not safe and i want him to be safe, but he’s in a really scary part of town for an animal or human. bears n heroin n all that mess. he’s probably covered in fleas and has ringworm or some shit, so i’d have to get him vet care before i could take him home, and there’s no way i can convince my parents. well, maybe my dad, but i’m not going through him for shit. and he’s so over protective of me that he’ll lose his mind about me trying to socialize ferals in bad areas.

my dad got one of his cats the same way. he was playing a bar show and met a stray in the parking lot that let him pet it and weaved between his legs, and he told his band that if the cat was still there after the set, he’d take it home. he was kinda joking, but when the cat was still there, he took it in.

hell, my dad was selling drugs at my age. get over yourself steven. your carbon copy lesbian bastard child is entitled to a little bit of tomfuckery. i’m not even doing anything wrong by normal person standards, my parents are just strict.

sometimes i’ll say something about being a bad person, but then my last remaining best friend will remind me that i found two baby raccoons in a walmart parking lot, fed them, named them, and now try to go check on them regularly. it’s just what i do.

i’m sure i’m the reincarnated motherfucker that found a wolf and just decided “yeah okay you can bite me a little bit because we’re besties now. what do you wanna eat sweetheart i have chicken and all that. yes you can have my entire bed. i sleep on the floor sometimes anyway.”

241 more days of lying, planning, suffering, and waiting to bring ronnie home.