#kc asks

[kcloveswrestling]

Wrestling fans: reblog with your answers to these questions!

1. Which wrestler's entrance theme gets you the most pumped up?

2. What's your favorite wrestling pay-per-view event of all time?

3. Who do you think is the most underrated wrestler in the industry?

4. Do you collect any wrestling memorabilia or merchandise? If so, what's your favorite piece?

5. Have you ever met any wrestlers in person? Who was the most memorable?

6. What’s your favorite wrestling tag team or faction?

7. Which wrestling promotion is your favorite?

8. What's the most surprising wrestling moment you've ever witnessed?

9. If you could bring back any retired or passed wrestler for one more match, who would it be?

10. What do you think makes a great wrestling commentator or announcer?

[queen-scribbles]

A couple of the Pathfinder questions for you: #s 4, 22, 30.

Thank you!

4.What did they do before they became a crusader? Did they have a job, an occupation?

Zephyr's pretty young (19/20), so he's still at that "Figuring life out" stage. He's a Scholar for his background, but I'd almost see him more as still being a student(maybe he's doing work-study, heh). He's a Spirit Warden Shaman, so any occupation that may have been coming before the Crusade + Mythic power + Lead These People interfered would probably have been researching and protecting spirits and vulnerable places. His days involved a lot of reading, sometimes traveling. Contrary to a lot of academic stereotypes, he loves being outdoors, outdoors is freedom and safety and the ability to run if someone starts being prejudiced, so finding him curled up in or under a tree to read is not an uncommon sight at any of the places he stays.

22. Who was their favorite advisor during crusade council?

He's not that far yet; only just did Leper's Smile. I feel like he'll be more comfortable with the companion advisors on the various councils than the ones who show up... Definitely not gonna like Konomi or Doreglinda(or however you spell Logistics lady's name). Might like Harmattan a little., which. Oops. He'll enjoy Logistics council meetings more than the others, I think. Logistics feel more straight-forward to him than Military or Diplomatic matters.

30. Did they chose to take the crossbow or the scroll to run away from Deskari right at the beginning?

He took the crossbow and shot Mr. Locust. He'll dip out of a situation where there's risk of getting in trouble for being kitsune, avoid bad things before they happen, but he's never shied away from standing up to people(demon lords) doing evil things, no matter the risk to himself.

Knight Commander Asks

[sematarygirls]

Okay but he’d fuck you so hard when they lose the Super Bowl after you spends an hour gloating about the eagles handing their asses to them!

i saw this request and started giggling and kicking my feet omg. anon, i owe you my first born child. you are a GENIUS! (although, fair warning, i'm not great at writing smut. i hope this is okay <3) not proofread

cw: unprotected p in v, rough sex, mean rafe, slapping, degradation

Football tended to be a touchy subject between you and Rafe. Where you were a diehard Eagles fan, he wouldn't be caught dead rooting for them. After the Chiefs narrowly beat out the Eagles in the 2023 Super Bowl, Rafe wouldn't shut up for weeks about how "trash" the Eagles were. It drove you absolutely insane.

That's why, when the Eagles absolutely kicked ass this Super Bowl in a rematch against the Chiefs, beating them out at a whopping 40-22, you thought it was your well-deserved right to rub it in Rafe's face, much to his dismay.

One thing about Rafe is that gloating is only okay when he does it—much like a lot of other things (he's a very hypocritical guy), hence his growing anger when you wouldn't stop talking about how the Chiefs absolutely threw the game with all their fumbles, making jokes the whole time about how it seemed like they weren't even playing.

Another thing about Rafe? He tended to get violent when he was angry. With other people, this meant he'd kick their asses, but with you, it meant you were in for a long night of rough fucking to make him feel better and put you in your place for your "bratty attitude."

Though, if you tried to point out the hypocrisy with him finding your actions annoying when he had done the exact same two years prior, he would only get more annoyed and very, very defensive.

You'd learned at a very early stage in your relationship that some battles were not worth fighting with Rafe, and besides, you kind of liked it when he was all rough with you, manhandling and degrading you deliciously.

"Not so mouthy now, huh?" He taunted, pounding into you from behind. Each thrust pushed you forward a little bit, your face burying further into the pillows as you moaned. A sharp slap to your ass had you gasping, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure to your core that had you practically gushing around Rafe's thick length. You didn't know how long you'd been going at this with him, but he hadn't let you cum, nor had he let up the brutal pace.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Can't even think of anything to say back to me, huh? Thought you were gonna gloat all night about how the Eagles won." His words were cruel and biting, revealing the depth of his anger, which wasn't about the football game. It was more so about being challenged, his ego hurt after talking such a big game about how the Chiefs were going to dominate.

You couldn't form a coherent sentence. Your brain turned to mush as the only thing you could focus on were his rough hands on you and his length stretching your velvety walls. You could practically feel each ridge and vein of his cock as it slid back and forth, his tip nudging your cervix roughly with each pass.

"What happened to that smart mouth, huh?" He mocked. "Your dumb little brain's too desperate for cock, huh, bunny," he cooed, his tone patronizing as he continued to pound into you with rough strokes, making your back arch and eyes roll back.

He was so mean, but you loved it.

He was right. You couldn't respond to him anymore. You had lost your ability to form a single word, dumbed down to a mess of please sounds as he hit that sweet spot inside of you so perfectly. He took that as a victory, seeing it as proof that you knew your place. He loved it when you whimpered underneath him, completely at his mercy. "Look who's behaving now. You're lucky you're so pretty, honey," he continued, enjoying this little game of his. "Otherwise, I wouldn't put up with such a bratty mouth."

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, giving your ass another sharp smack before his hands found your hips again, his grip bordering on painful. "And this fuckin' love this pussy. Fuckin' perfect, baby."

He was getting close. You could tell by the way his pace started to falter, and his words switched from degrading to praising. One hand slipped down to your clit, rubbing firm circles. Even when he was pissed, he still tried to make you cum first.

It didn't take much more effort on his part. Your thighs were already trembling, desperate for release from the moment he'd thrown you onto the bed and ripped your clothes off.

"You're gonna be a good girl now, huh? You're gonna stop being such a pain in the ass, aren't you?" He questioned, punctuating each question with a thrust. "No more running your mouth and riling me up, right?"

"Uh huh," you whined pathetically, needy and desperate to cum.

He knew he had you right where he wanted you, all pliant and begging. "Yeah, you gonna stop talking back, huh? You can be a good little bunny for me, can't you?" He cooed, his words sounding a little bit less harsh. He was enjoying having you like this, completely at his mercy.

All you could muster was a weak nod, your fingers gripping the sheets and mouth parted in ecstacy as you reached your peak, blinding pleasure overtaking your body as your walls clamped down around his cock.

"That's it, baby, just like that," he groaned, pumping a few more times before pushing deep inside you and releasing spurts of hot, sticky cum into your eager cunt.

[mavisthemae]

A side thing I really, really enjoy about the Murderbot universe is its lawyers.

For one thing, Martha Wells refers to "corporate solicitors", not "attorneys" nor "counsel". In one book (can't remember which), Pin-Lee refers to her General Counsel which is the apex of in-house practice.

Pin-Lee is close to perfectly written, she is strategic, sharp as a razor, pugnacious and ever so slightly too aggressive for everyone else's comfort, of course is a workaholic and is almost always up to her eyeballs in documents and drafting.

In Fugitive Telemetry, the second that Mensah even suggests displeasure at Indah Pin-Lee has begun her legal research, is preparing to advise and is champing at the bit to draw up a legal fireball. And she is not happy when the tack changes, but of course takes instructions and backs down. (I myself have never hissed when the opportunity to really go someone evaporates, but I have certainly felt it.)

And Pin-Lee is much more than a brain on legs. She cares very strongly about and for her team: in Exit Strategy she's well aware how dangerous a situation she, Ratthi and Gurathin are in, tries (not well admittedly) to buoy the others up and is sensibly cautious when Murderbot approaches her. When Murderbot returns to Preservation Space she's the one who makes sure that not only does it know it's free to leave again if it wants but that it has the means to do so (with the hard currency and fake IDs). She swears, drinks, parties and loves watching gruesome I-told-you-so media about hostile fauna.

She's sized up Murderbot and totally runs rings around it in her own domain - one of the funniest things for me in Network Effect (besides "no hugging") was the revelation that she'd written its contract with PresAux so as to try and keep it safe from itself. To its outrage.

The court system is never explained (with no apparent government, how are Corporate Rim judges appointed and their decisions enforced? Is there any appeal system? My guess would be that it's essentially treaty-based with each participating polity enacting the necessary legislation and the corporations entering into some behemoth multipartite Deed the breach of which brings the wrath of all the counterparties raining down...but that's circular, because - I'll stop myself here on the basis that very few lawyers will be reading this!) I'll buy it though as equivalent to the tech hand-waving. It's something that doesn't get explained because Murderbot doesn't need to know or care about the details for it and the story to get the benefit.

Pin-Lee, my unexpected sci-fi hero!

[sourtomatola]

Can you draw killcode? He looks so silly kittie in your style X3

[npookie0]

hi! i love ur work and cant stop reading them everyday :3 how do you think the kc li's would propose or react to you proposing?

MARRIAGE Proposals with the KC! li's.

Fluffy headcanons with the love interests when they propose to the reader.

Cws: Killer Chat! spoilers, mayhaps some blood (Ronin™)

Ronin Beaufort

The place: Ronin wouldn't be himself if he picked out a normal spot for a proposal, nah that ain't him. He proposed in the middle of a flower field, but not just any flower field. No. Surrounding the two of you were flowers dipped in blood, white petals soaked crimson, a sweet place turned into a massacre by the very man who was proposing to you. What a romantic.

The ring: A regular ring wouldn't be his style, too boring, too perfect. He needed the ring to be a reminder of him, handmade, gory, something that would just scream Ronin all the way. If he felt particularly silly, he would just bite the ring onto your finger, bite deep and hard, leaving a scar, his teeth forever on your skin. Still, if he wanted to make it something more special and less painful, he could give you a ring made out of someones bones, his victim's bones, fingers maybe, maybe some gore attached to it too, just a cute little piece of jewelry for you. Less creepy? Ah, but that'd be so boring, love. Alright, he'd make it, engrave some skulls into metal, paint it black and red, something imperfect because your love is just like that.

How would the proposal go? Ronin planned the whole day, he took you on a date first, just to build up the romantic value of the day, maybe a lil couple bonding murder, ripping out hearts from the bodies and using them to symbolise the love you two have for each other. Then he'd take you to the spot, prepared night prior to the proposal. He gets down on one knee, tells you how utterly rotten you are, how much he loves your rot, how much he loves you. You say yes (why are you here if you wanted to say no?) and then you kiss, kiss like there's no tomorrow, kiss like the world is about to end, blood in your mouth because he bit your lower lip, blood around you because he killed someone here yesterday. Destruction is the best form of love, destruction is perfection in this rotten romance of yours.

Maria de la Rosa

The place: She wanted it to be perfect, memorable, something for you to look back a few years after your wedding and smile. An intimate place with as little people as possible, it's your moment, no one should disturb your peace. A meadow, a beautiful cave hidden behind a waterfall, a place torn out of a Disney movie, a princess dream in real life.

The ring. Maybe the place is sweet, but it's still The Heartsick Angel we're talking about, the ring can't be too ordinary. A beautiful rose gold ring with a tooth instead of a diamond, something she partially made by hand. A wedding ring on someone's (cut off) finger, similar to the one she gave you for valentine's but this one way more grand. It's sickening and sweet, makes your stomach turn, but also the butterflies come back to life. She's so romantic.

How would the proposal go? She'd clear out her schedule as much as possible, dress up all nicely, favourite outfit, carefully done make up and all that. First it starts innocently, you go to a restaurant, ignore the paparazzi as much as possible, chat about your book and her new video ideas, ones that ae far from the beauty and fashion videos she usually makes. You go for a walk, somehow managed to scare away the paparazzi, she has her ways. Then, when sunset is near, she takes you to a very special place, asks you to close your eyes and allows you to open them once she holds an opened box right in front of you, there's the ring. Yo tear up, say yes, hug her, kiss her. It's sweet, deep, hungry. You want this romance to go for as long as possible, you want to grow old by her side, tease her with cannibal jokes, annoy her with Ronin, love each other forever. A life from a dream by your lover's side.

Valentin Viljoen

The place: He carefully handpicked the place, a private place full of greenery or art or both. A botanic garden he rented out all for only the two of you to enjoy, amidst flowers, trees, so many beautiful colours all around you. Maybe an art gallery, a room with only the best and most romantic pieces of art, but for him, you're the only one worth his gaze to linger on.

The ring: V knew that big didn't mean better, though if he could he would give you a ring with the biggest and most expensive gem on it. He only stopped himself because he didn't want to overwhelm you. V would pick an elegant ring, flowers engraved in it, looking like a metallic vine wrapped around you finger, or something more elegant, small stones all around the band and V.V. engraved on the inside, maybe even some words about the hunt that started your relationship or a date if the words are too long.

How would the proposal go? It's all carefully planned, he travels with you to England, he wants to do it in his home country, somewhere that feels more like home than anything. After a day spent on sight seeing and a dinner, he takes you to a botanic garden, suspiciously empty ("I wanted us to enjoy the beauty of nature alone.") You don't mind, it's not uncommon for him to do something like this. When you're talking about how fascinating the flowers are, you hear him cough to grab your attention, you turn around to see him down on one knee in front of you. He's flustered, but he will fluster you more with his love filled words, he prepared the speech long before he had the engagement ring ready, every word was well thought, he didn't want to worry about adding too little and adding too much wasn't a bad thing. You say yes, shy from all the things he said about you, he cups your face with his hands and kisses you, tender, sweet, promising something more to happen later in the evening. You feel yourself falling more and more in love with every second spent with this man.

Misaki Katsuo

The place: They thought of the place for long, made a whole list of their favourite places and crossed out most of the names right after. In the end she decided on an abandoned amusement park. The same park you burned down their assassin stuff, everything that held even the smallest memory of their previous job. They prepared it for the day, turned on the electricity and lit the whole place up, decorated it with stars, cats and anything that came to mind.

The ring: Misaki can't afford an expensive ring, nor did they want to. They love handmade gifts, they will hand made your wedding bands if they'd want to. The ring is crocheted. Who needs a big diamond when you can have pretty flowers, or any pattern they'd like to make it out to be? They were gathering info on your favorite colours, flowers, anything that'd help them make this project possible. She wanted to give this her all, after all you would wear this for like forever after the proposal!

How would the proposal go? They pick you up from the airport, laugh at how tired you look, embrace you with all the excitement in the world. Misaki would let you rest in her place if you were too lazy to go to a hotel, or more trick you into sleeping in her trailer ("Why go so far when you can cutely sleep in my arms?") The moment you wake up, there's only chaos, they take you around the city, grab food with you, make wishes in a temple with you and then take you to the abandoned amusement park. You're in awe of the place, excited to test the rides that shouldn't work but somehow still are. Once you're on the Ferris wheel and you can see most of Tokyo from the top, they propose, it's awkward, they're shy and anxious if you will actually marry them (of course you will, you love this silly goof too much.) They hug you and hold onto you even after you make it back to their trailer (police probably tried to catch the people who used the theme park but you somehow escaped.) The rest of the night you spent looking at the stars and planning your life with Misaki by your side. Chaotic life with your even more chaotic partner.

[eonslice]

the sillies!!!

[grirnoires]

i spent way too long trying to think of an album thatd make a good portmanteau but nothing worked. cat (its like lizard but its a cat now)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

pains me that unless killer is capable of trusting someone and fighting through immense guilt fear self hatred and shame and dissociation and trauma responses to even begin to explain some of what happened in his timeline no one will ever know the reasons why he did what he did or why he is the way he is now because killer himself does not fully realize what happened to him or why he did was he did (prolonged intense coercion, manipulation, torture) he just thinks he’s just like them and maybe he always has been this evil, twisted thing who’s wanted to hurt the only person who ever gave a damn about him

[queen-scribbles]

2, 18, and 26 for Vikkari

2. How do they feel about Areelu Vorlesh?

Oh so very complicated. It boils down to even though her love for her son being a large part of her motivation is understandable, she harmed and destroyed too many other families for it to be something he can condone. He… appreciates(?) the power, enjoys the irony in using power she gave him to destroy something she’s proud of creating. May have thrown away the bracers as soon as he had a chance once he knew they were from her because it felt… weird wearing them. Doesn’t appreciate her spying on him his whole life.

He talked her into sacrificing herself to close the Worldwound, and that felt like a satisfactory ending for her.

18. If they survived, what is their life post crusade?

He did survive(after a teensy bit of replay to pass that dang arcana check), and his life is a lot of adventuring. He visits his family, the Free Crusaders, Seelah(when she's not tagging along), Elysium, and most importantly Arue. Those visits get longer and closer together until eventually one day he just stays. :3 I think they'd try to start a family, now that Arue is mortal. I don't know if they'd be able to have bio kids(especially with him being aasimar; Arue might be mortal now but if she's still considered "demonic" by the rule for this it's not physically possible), but I definitely see them adopting at least one regardless. He refines his cookie recipes, jokes it's a plan to get Aivu to never leave.

26. Did they separate from any companions? Why? (Consider killing a companion too for this question)

He killed Camellia in Act 5, when she attacked him over not being allowed to kill her father/nearly two dozen servants. :) He and Regill parted ways pretty frostily the second the Worldwound was closed and never spoke another word to each other. Absolute oil and water.

Knight Commander Asks

[hazard-c-horror]

So FC, bloodmoon, and lunar are considered eclipses kids does solar flare count as one? And KC a family unit grandpa? or uncle? Would Eclipse try to bring back solar flare? and og bloodmoon? would the copy-blood twins get adopted?

If Eclipse were to think of Solar Flare, he would consider him as his baby as well, and would feel bad that he treated him so poorly.

Eclipse would not have a good view of KC, and would not see him as any family to his children. It would be like one of those reformed Dads that’s trying to be better, relationship. But the grown up Kid just can’t forgive him.

As for revival, I’d say no. Eclipse seems like the person to accept that there is truly no coming back from death. He sorta has experience.

So he wouldn’t try to bring back anyone that has died, cus he knows it wouldn’t be the same.

[lazyboy-baby]

Just thought of a new ship: Killcode Moon x Sun.

What do you think?

This would be so fucking funny.

Also, i'm a big fan of Sun x the whole Murder family, gives me that dream x bad guys vibe.

[danisha-tdh]

Do we have Peppermint Cookie? For the red and white colours? im assuming this is about Cookie Run/ Cookie Run kingdom but its been a while idk the canon cookie types

Lol

If you're asking about Cookie run, then yes

We have canon Peppermint cookie in both games (it's the blue one)

Because of that mf jester, I'm turning Turbo into a cookie rn-

[smashorpassgilf]

last night as i was falling asleep, i had the idea to come into your inbox saying that ill be here in 2069 so i can submit slenderman. and then i had a wet dream about him. which feels more important than the joke i originally was gonna make

My first ever fanfic was a horror story featuring slender man killing the main character but the metaphors were erotic.

[npookie0]

Hi there! Love your work for Killer Chat, I've adore the way you write all the LI's, I was wondering if it would be possible for you to write something with the LI's helping an autistic Reader through a minor panic attack via being overstimulated? (I Totally get it if your uncomfortable with writitng something like this.)

((PS: I got a bit Over-stimed yesterday from noises, but your fics really helped me refocused afterwards. So thank you.))

Also thank you for reading and for all the hard work that you do with all of these fics. I Hope That You Have A Wonderful Day/Night. 🔍- anon.

To Regain a Peace of Mind.

KC! li's x autistic overstimulated reader, fluff, comfort

Disclaimer! This fanfic is based off of my personal experiences and what I read online about panic attacks especially with autistic people, my friend who is diagnosed read this and said that she finds it pretty accurate.

Edit to my fanfic: I decided to replace the word "stimmy" with "stimulating". I didn't realise that it wasn't a popular thing (tho I did see similar forms on tik tok a lot of times and it's what made me think of the word stimmy) so I will change it for the sake of everyone's comfort 🫶 sorry to anyone who was uncomfortable by it ^^;

Cws: Possible spoilers for Killer Chat!

Ronin Beaufort

Ronin is not the type of person to ignore his lover when he sees that something is going on with them, so when he noticed how stopped replying but still were online it rubbed him the wrong way. You had moments like these, sure, your comfort show that was one of your special interest getting a new episode, going to cook your comfort food or just getting distracted, sometimes you just didn't reply and it's because you felt like he didn't want a reply with how his message sounded to you.

So, an obvious way to go was to: barge into your home. Would you hate it? Probably, it would destroy the peacefully made up mind set for the day or something like that. Did he care? Maybe a li'l, but he still wanted to check up what was the matter with you, usually a call would bring you back to him, disturb you from the new distraction and get you to talk about the thing he's heard many times already, but he just adores it when you talk.

"Y/n?" He called out, slowly walking through your house.

Your house was quiet, no sound inside, not even the humming of the fridge hearable, it's like everything in your house that could make any noise was unplugged.

Ronin's steps echoed through the house, loud against the wooden panelling, then quieting down on the fluffy carpets as he made his way to your room. He pushed the door open, scanned the room once he entered into the sacred space.

You were on your bed, sitting stiff and holding yourself by the chest, clutching your hand on your shirt as you tired to breathe. Your breathing was short and way too fast, you couldn't calm down.

You were over stimulated, the world was too loud, electricity, people, music, everything was way too loud. The noise was unboreable. You unplugged every single piece of equipment in your house that made any noise, then you didn't know how you got to your bed.

Ronin was quiet, he slowly made his way to your bed and sat at the edge of it, slowly making his way to you and stopping his movements when he noticed any movement from you. You looked at him, eyes wide, but you didn't stop him from coming closer. Soon he was sitting in front of you, his forehead nestling against yours.

"Hey, look at these." He whispered, gently taking your hands and letting you touch the hoops on his t-shits. "Aren't they stimulating, hm?" He chuckled softly and while your eyes were locked on the metal hoops he put his hands to your ears.

He looked at your eyes, you were calming down, hands occupied, breath calming down and noise blocked by his hands.

Maybe the devil can't stop the world from being loud, but he can protect his lover from its noise.

Valentin Viljoen

V was standing frozen in your living room, you were sitting on the couch, curled into a ball and trying to catch your breath. He never saw you in a state like this so his first reaction was surprise, but he was quick to regain his composure and get to action.

As quietly as possible, he made his way to the kitchen and prepared your favourite meal, the one that you could eat for weeks until you got tired of it and then would want to eat only that meal again, he used your comfort plate, the cutlery he knew that you felt most okay with and the glass you brought from your own house. He set it down on the coffee table in front of you and sat on the couch, leaving a little space between the two of you.

He needed to figure out what caused this panic attack for you, or at the very least help you calm down and the only way the could think of was by trying to stimulate you with the things that made you the most comfortable.

"My love, would you like to braid my hair?" He asked, tapping the back of your hand gently.

You nodded your head and watched as he moved to sit on the floor in front of you. With shaky hands you slowly started unbraiding his hair, brushing it with your fingers and focusing solely on creating some form of braids on his head again.

It was a form of stress reliever to you, just mindlessly braiding his beautiful hair and hearing his breathing. The world around you blocked away by the great focus. No noise, no work, no people, no work, just you and the strands of Valentin's hair that you so carefully put together into a semi-perfect looking braids.

"Do you want to tell me about your day?" He asked, his voice hushed down.

"No." You replied simply.

To most people your reply would sound rude, but to V it sounded perfectly normal, a simple and very direct answer.

"Then would you like to listen about my day?"

You paused in your movements. "... Yeah." Another short answer.

He smiled softly and started talking about his day, no extreme hunts that day, only a charity event for an animal shelter to gain funds.

While he spoke, you got finished with his hair. You took the plate and started eating the food, happy with the taste and texture being exactly like you like it, no new ingredients, no sudden surprises.

The stillness of your life with V was soothing for your mind, just like your wellbeing was soothing for the vigilante in between his hunts.

Maria de la Rosa

You two returned home from your date, you didn't even look at Angel you just went to the only place you would feel at peace in; the bed under your weighted blanket.

This date was so many things but comfortable, paparazzi all over the place, fleshes shooting at your eyes, microphones practically squeezing you, noise, fuck so much noise.

She was concerned, she could see how much this whole situation overwhelmed you. Angel slowly followed behind you to the bedroom, entering and taking your soundproof headphones from the desk in her room. She made her way to the bed and gently put the headphones on your head.

Silence was what you needed, silence and Angel's presence, not too close but not too far either. Maria lay down next to you, keeping some space in between the two of you. Your hands slowly peeked out from under the blanket and she watched as you moved it closer to hers. Your fingertips touching, a gentle smile to her lips.

You were stressed, overstimulated, you felt dizzy and not ready to talk or listen, but you enjoyed this small contact with Maria. She was your haven, like your comfort blanket, but instead of weighting you, she was just laying next to you not expecting you to speak or cling onto her.

You watched her, watched her chest raise and fall when she breathed, her hair falling on her face, causing you to want and move them away so they were in the right place.

Looking at your girlfriend was grounding, it was like a stimulation in its own way, just watching her as she simply shown signs of being alive. You calmed your breathing by copying her breathing pattern, slowly moving your hand further to finally hold her hand, or more so just keep your hand on hers. Touching wasn't easy, but sometimes the contact was helpful, especially if you knew that she wouldn't get disappointed if you moved your hand away.

She's like an angel, keeping your mind a heaven even if she has blood in the corners of her lips and a glint of insanity in her eye.

Misaki Katsuo

Ever since you returned home from the fan meeting you didn't say a word to Misaki, and it wouldn't worry them as much if it wasn't for them to find you in the corner of your bedroom, obviously panicked about something.

She froze, thinking about her next moves carefully. It wasn't the first time Misaki saw you in this state, they experiences your panic attacks a few times already, usually they looked really similar to the one you were going through right now.

After creating a plan in their head, Misaki walked up to you, squat in front of you and gently took your hands in theirs.

"Hey sugar honey dumpling, did you know that the wealthiest cat is named Blackie?" They asked.

You looked at them, titling your head to the side a little bit shaken by the sudden interaction. You didn't push her hands away, you were too focused on Misaki's question.

You shook your head, you didn't know that.

"Okay so! When this rich dude died he decided to fuck his family and give all his cash and everything to his cat in his will. Imagine being that cat." They chuckled.

"Oh my god! What if he's like the real life Aristocats?"

This idea intrigued you and made you a little more imaginative after Misaki mentioned one of the favourite cartoons from your childhood that you still watched.

"We should totally make a little story for Blackie, I draw him as an Aristocat and you write, hm?"

You nodded your head. "Okay... note it down for me later." You replied, your breath no longer shaky, it wasn't perfectly calm yet, but at least Misaki got your idea away form whatever you were going through well enough.

"I will!" They exclaimed. "Hey baby, do you need your real life weighed blanket?" Misaki asked, a mischievous smile on their lips.

You groaned. "No please, spare me."

"Ouch?! You said you loved me as a blanket." She pouted. "I'm kidding I'm not actually offended!" They cleared the air before you could feel like you actually hurt them.

You shook your head. "You're so stupid sometimes."

You finally intertwined your fingers with hers.

"So, do you want to talk about it?"

"It's just my fans being really loud and energetic, and I guess someone shouted into my ear to grab my attention."

"Oh, my poor baby." They wanted to hug you but stopped midway and instead just cupped their face with your hands.

Maybe their silliness can be the remedy to all your overstimulation.

Hi!!! I hope you liked it!!!

And I'm happy to hear that my writing helped you!

Have a good timezone lovelies, N <3

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

How did you come up with Goblin KC’s name?

I think I used a fantasy name generator and mashed two names together that fit the abbreviation "K.C." >w<