#live with the fluffy cows and a cat PLEASE

[raspassassin17]

God I'm so so so tired of school I just want it to be over.

Dad, you don't have to keep telling me that school is important. I know. Trust me, I see the world enough, I know how it works.

But dear god, why is there so much to take care of at any one time? And even when you feel like you're working at your limit, there's always room for improvement, always something more you could be doing, always some way you could be optimising your time and work. Always some additional thing you could add to your portfolio so you can stand out better in the god forsaken corporate world.

My flight or fight sensors are absolutely fried beyond recognition. Centuries of evolution are telling me to take flight, to run away from this toxic hellhole that humans have made for themselves. Yet that same society forces me to stay and fight to my bitter death, gaining nothing but the stupid money that apparently makes the world turn.

Reminds me of those gladiator fights in Rome, where they fight to their deaths. Except, it was honourable to lay down your head and accept defeat back then. Is it still the same now? Would my struggles and pain and misery still be recognised if I stopped trying now?

I know it won't. I didn't try hard enough.

But don't worry, dad, I'll keep trying. I'll keep going because I'm your daughter, and you fought the world for me. So I'll fight back till my last breath. I'm not a quitter, dad.

[nico-ticklegoddess12]

Natsuki's Spooky Night Shrieks

Natsuki, Monika, Yuri and Sayori have been trick-or-treating, they all go back to their house to combine their hauls, which Natsuki seems reluctant about, So Sayori gets an idea and fluffy fun ensues.

Monika - Witch

Yuri - Vampire

Sayori - Cow (forgot to buy costume)

Natsuki - Black Cat

"Oh boy! Halloween was so fun this year! We all got a bunch!" Sayori, who dressed as a cow due to forgetting to buy a costume squealed as they began to walk back through the now quiet streets of the town.

"I agree. We got quite the haul." Yuri, who was dressed as a vampire smiled, her usually timid nature seeming to have vanished. "I'm glad we did this, although I will never be going back to that haunted house!"

"Aw, c'mon scaredy bat! Don't tell me you're too chicken to take a little scare!" Natsuki, who dressed as a black cat teased Yuri, nothing new from her being a tease, though.

"This was fun tonight. When we get back, we should split our candy evenly so we can each get an equal portion." Monika, who dressed like a witch gave the idea, a grin from her evidently showing as they reached the thick wooden door of the house.

As Monika opened the door, they all entered, taking off their shoes and heading over to their shared living room, after graduation they had all decided they wanted to be roommates. Sayori would sit down on the floor, joined by the rest of the girls, who all had their candy bags next to them.

"So, shall we pour all of our combined treats into a pile and split them evenly?" Monika took the lead as Sayori and Yuri agreed. However, Natsuki seemed a bit reluctant of it, feeling like she earned all of her candy herself.

"Natsuki, aren't you going to divide your candy as we all are?" Yuri asked, her voice always being quite soft and motherly. "I earned this candy, why would we combine what we got and split it?" Natsuki retorted back, she seemed against the idea all together.

"C'mon Nats, Don't you wanna share your candy with your favourite friends?" Sayori's bright personality was always something they had to deal with. "I agree Natsuki, why wouldn't you share your candy like all of us?" Monika seemed curious as to why Natsuki was against the idea.

"I don't wanna share my candy, I earned my haul fair and square!" Natsuki was just acting like a child at this point, to which Sayori took notice of and an idea popped into her head.

Natsuki felt the immediate weight of Sayori pouncing onto her short figure, which Yuri and Monika didn't expect from Sayori. "AH! Sayori, get off of me!" Natsuki was trying to fight the girl pinning her down, but it seemed a bit fruitless.

"Well, you don't seem to want to share your candy willingly so I have a bit of a method to get you to possibly... change your mind~" In the small pause, Sayori's fingers brushed at Natsuki's sides, making the black cat let out a small giggle which lit a fire in Sayori's soul.

"Sayori no, please anything but that!" Natsuki was always an extraordinarily ticklish as long as she could remember, so when she felt Sayori's fingers, she got quite scared.

Sayori smirked as Yuri and Monika failed to see what Sayori was going to do but soon realised when the quiet sound of the night was easily overshadowed by frantic giggles pouring from Natsuki's mouth.

"Sahahayori get ahahaff mee!" Natsuki protested through her laughter. Sayori was targeting the tsundere's sides since she could always keep the girl down due to the petite stature of her.

"Monika, Yuri, you should help me out here!" Sayori called out to the witch and vampire who were more than eager to help out. Monika took her tricksy fingers to the catgirl's pits while Yuri took herself to Natsuki's small feet.

"WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!" Natsuki burst into a different octave that none of them had heard from her before, she was genuinely trying to get Sayori off but the weight was too much for her shortstack body to move.

"My My, it seems this little kitty has some really ticklish pits, maybe she can give us a bit more energy from her desperate meows." Monika was really enjoying seeing Natsuki laugh her head off, she had a sense that Natsuki was enjoying it even if it didn't show.

Yuri didn't have much to say, but she was using the sharp purple nails to drag up and doing Natsuki's tender soles, getting round the balls, over the arches, clawing at the heel and getting to the toe stems.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE I'M SAHAHAHARRY!!" Natsuki was no longer fighting back, just letting this happen at this point. She knew the other girls would only stop when she agreed to share.

"I'm not so sure I believe you, Natsuki, I feel we could take it up a notch." Yuri's cold voice pierced Natsuki like a dagger at that moment and brandished a pen from her pocket. She uncapped it and began dragging the pen over the soles.

"Yuri, do you have more pens? We could write what we think of Natsuki on our respected spots!" Sayori beamed as Yuri passed 2 pens to her, Sayori giving the spare to Monika.

Sayori would begin writing, as would Monika and the laughter from Natsuki was getting desperate. She seemed like she was running out of breath. So the girls decided to give Natsuki a breather.

"...haha...hah..hh... what the hell..." Natsuki was seemingly a bit pissed off at the girls even if her secret enjoyment was plainly obvious to Monika and Yuri, Sayori had no clue.

"You know why we were tickling you Natsuki, you were being a meanie and didn't wanna share your haul of candy like us." The cheerful girl pouted, capping her pen and handing it back to Yuri as she had written a good few choice words.

"Sayori has a point Natsuki, you had originally agreed to do so once we returned and your reluctance made this happen." Monika spoke up, capping her pen also, sliding it to Yuri.

"Fine! If I share my candy, will you stop torturing me, I can't take anymore of it." Natsuki would point behind the couch, where her candy bag was and Sayori went to retrieve it, letting Natsuki get up and lay on the couch.

She had went a bit limp from the girl's tickling and she took out her phone and took photos of the places she couldn't see and read what the girls had written.

Yuri's writing was first and she had written 2 words elegantly on the soles being Stubborn and Feisty.

Monika had little room and still quite flawlessly written Kitty and Meow in the pits.

Sayori however had the biggest canvas and wrote 5 different words, being Ticklish, Cute, Claws, Laughter and Meanie.

Natsuki would blush quite red as she read them and would hide her face behind a pillow. She knew how to make Sayori tick, and it wasn't long before she was laughing again...

[gay-noodle-clan]

Hey do you wanna shift anywhere? If so, then where do you wanna go first? Personally, i want to shift to "All of us are dead" which is a Kdrama about a zombie apocalypse lol. I also wanna go to Ancient places and see how they lived :)

Oh my gosh, I think this is something I might never shut up on. Yes, I actually was trying to shift, not get into the void originally; my going into the void happened to be a one-off attempt! I loved “All of Us Are Dead”! It was great!

I’ve got a list of all my DRs, from my current biggest interest to least:

— Fame DR (I’ve written my whole fantasy series there and am a famous author)

— The Dragon Prince DR (y’all I love Soren so much <333)

— My Book DR (it’s about baby werewolves and weretigers, guys. They’re so fluffy. Little babies; this is my fluffiest DR because it’s basically a cuddle DR)

— Warrior Cats (PLEASE don’t laugh I’ve loved these since I was 8 years old 😭 I wanna be a big Maine coon kitty in a silly little kitty world and I wanna adopt Firepaw and Ravenpaw so bad)

— Lovestruck: Love and Legends (this was my favourite game ever before it shut down and I know I’m gonna get judged here for those that know, but. Guys. Jinhai Jubal. Sociopathic animal man. I want him. I wanna make him deal with an extrovert)

— Twisted Wonderland (Floyd and Jade, guys. I wanna be taller than them >:) my DR self is taller. I’m gonna be making them feel short and they’re going to live with it whether they like it or not. Kinda a giggly DR because I hate water, and I’m going to Octavinelle)

— BNHA (my two OCs go to U.A. and I’m their mom in that DR)

— New York apartment waiting room (this sounds so silly but I want to just have that aesthetic apartment since I live in the country. Cows are cute but do NOT smell delicious)

— Skyrim DR (this is literally just me being a traveller in Skyrim before the dragons; just vibing and chilling and having a good time)

— Food Wars DR (yes. I like Food Wars, I admit it. I wanna try the food so bad)

— Reincarnation DR (this is a spin-off of my Book DR, where my babies get reincarnated after they die like hundreds of years later; no, I do not plan to stay in that DR long enough for them to die. I just want cuddles, man. Anyways, yeah; this is cuddles but they’re all adults. They’re warlords. Ever play Ikémen Sengoku? ‘Cause yeah, I’m adopting all of Nobunaga’s guys as well as him and Yukimura >:) also total sidetrack but I’ve decided Nobunaga is scared of snakes)

— Earth’s Children DR (I wanna be a prehistoric person too! I wanna live with the Mamutoi and just be a silly little catboy)

(Side note, I’m always the same person in these DRs except for the fame DR, which is me in this reality but like. Cool and extroverted. I might post a reference for my normal DR self if anyone’s interested!)

[babixzaesthetic]

[lixiepeach]

Home, Part 2

Summary: Ji-Yah’s life is perfect. She’s a spoiled hybrid who lives a good life. She wants for nothing, and has never faced the ugly sides of the world, having been sheltered by her owner. Until something happens that upends that happiness, and she finds herself having to face the harsh realities of the world, even if she doesn’t want to.

Characters: Ragdoll cat hybrid!OC, panther hybrid!Jungkook, Golden Retriever hybrid!Taehyung, Husky hybrid!Hoseok, human!Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin.

Pairings: Yoonmin, Namjin, Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Heat cycle, implied smut, slightly graphic but nothing descriptive, language, mentions of abusive situations

A/N: Finally got a second to do this. 

MASTERLIST

Ji-Yah tucks her head under Jungkook’s chin, nuzzling her face against his neck. His arms are around her, holding her close to his bare chest. They’re both sticky and sweaty, but neither of them care. He pulls the blankets up around them, the fan in the room cooling their skin. Ji-Yah is purring quietly, warm breath fanning over Jungkook’s skin. His tail is wrapped around her leg, holding them together just for a bit longer. Her heat is over, their quiet moments of intimacy between hazed fucking would be over. They’d go back to pretending like they hadn’t just fucked for four days straight. 

Jungkook lets himself relax, resting his head on top of Ji-Yah’s. She’s already asleep, exhausted from four days of heat. He’s exhausted as well, but he can’t bring himself to sleep. Not yet. His instincts are still going haywire, driving him to ensure their den is secure, that she’s well cared for. She’s not his mate. He reminds himself of that all the time. But his instincts are riding off the scent of her heat. 

She’ll be hungry when she wakes up. They’d burned through their nutrient rich bars in four days. She’ll want tuna, and lots of it. He himself will want steak, raw if Namjoon would let him have it that way. But he’ll have it medium rare to appease his owner. He could eat a chicken too. A whole fried chicken. Maybe some pork. He licks his lips to keep himself from drooling. 

He buries his face in her hair, breathing her in as his eyes slip closed, the exhaustion finally getting to him. 

*******

Jungkook’s ears twitch as the door opens, Yoongi coming in. Ji-Yah is too deep into her bowl of tuna to acknowledge his existence, Jungkook only pausing for a second in devouring his own meal. He can’t blame the older human for choosing to leave. He knows Namjoon hates it too, but he wasn’t about to just leave Jimin alone to deal with it. Plus, if Jungkook ever did lose control, Namjoon knew how to calm him. Jin would have sat in for it, but he was usually busy at the shelter and the clinic. 

Yoongi pats Ji-Yah’s fluffy hair as he passes, extra fluffy from the bath Jimin had given them before they’d come downstairs. Ji-Yah doesn’t give him anything more than a quiet purr before she’s back to eating. He pats Jungkook’s shoulder before heading up the stairs no doubt for his own shower. 

Jimin plates another steak, adding another piece of tuna to the frying pan. Jungkook’s plate is empty already, having devoured the first steak. He’s always had a big appetite, but right now he could eat the whole cow and then some. Namjoon replaces Jungkook’s plate, patting his head. 

“Getting full yet?” 

Jungkook shakes his head, already gnawing on the steak. 

Ji-Yah licks her lips as she finishes her bowl, looking up at Jimin. “More please.”

“It’s cooking, kitten.” Jimin says, flipping the tuna. “Almost done.” 

Ji-Yah kicks her legs under the table, waiting patiently. Jungkook is always shocked at the drastic change between her normal demeanor and when her heat hits. If Jimin and Yoongi knew who she turned into...they would never look at her the same. Sometimes it’s hard for him to look at her afterwards. She seemed to forget the whole thing immediately, but he couldn’t. 

Fuck, he had it bad. 

***********

Jimin rubs Ji-Yah’s back absentmindedly as she naps on the couch. Her face is pressed into the pillow on his lap, soft muffled purrs vibrating his hand every so often. She’d sleep a lot for the next couple days. Yoongi was cleaning her room, washing the sheets and clearing the empty food containers. Jimin always told him he didn’t have to do that, but Yoongi insisted. It was only fair considering his exile for four days. 

Jimin gently massages the area above her tail, earning a quiet groan from the hybrid in his lap. He had made that mistake the first time. Apparently Jungkook liked pulling her tail, something he could have gone without knowing. He could have gone without hearing a lot of things from her room during her heats. He tried to avoid going up there, having to walk past. 

He’d made that mistake before too. 

He understood why Yoongi wanted to leave. He didn’t blame him for it. He didn’t really want to sit around and listen, but he didn’t want to leave them alone either. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Jungkook. But if he ever lost control, ever got too rough...He liked that his kitten wasn’t in pain anymore during her heats, but the last thing he wanted was her getting hurt on accident. 

Yoongi settles into the spot next to Jimin on the couch, Jimin leaning his head against his shoulder. 

“I have her massage booked for tomorrow.” Jimin says. 

Yoongi hums in response. “She’ll enjoy that.” 

“Did you get a lot of work done?” 

“Yeah. Finished up a song. Started working on a new one for Joon. Did you get any work done?” 

“Some. Joon finished his song. I got to hear it.” 

“That’s what he said.” Yoongi says, scratching behind Ji-Yah’s ears. 

“Do you think they’ll end up together?” Jimin says after a few moments of silence. 

“Who?” Yoongi asks. 

“Ji-Yah and Jungkook. He really likes her. I can tell.” 

Yoongi is silent for a few breaths. “I don’t know. That’s up to them, really.” 

“I know. I hope they do. He’s a good kid and we know Jin and Namjoon.” 

“It’s not like she really gets out to see others much.” Yoongi says. “We’ve known from the beginning she likes him. If that’s what they want, I won’t oppose.” 

Jimin smiles up at him, eyes squinting. “That’s big for you.” 

“I just want the best for her.” Yoongi says. “If she thinks that’s Jungkook then I’ll deal.” 

“She’ll always be our baby, though.” Jimin says, kissing his cheek. 

“Yeah. She will.”

**********

“Sleepy, kitten?” Yoongi asks, steadying Ji-Yah as she sways a bit. She grunts quietly in response, Yoongi wrapping his arms around her to hold her up. “Finish brushing your teeth, then you can go to sleep.” 

Yoongi leads her to bed, tucking her in with a kiss on the head. She’s already asleep, breathing slow and even by the time he’s done, Yoongi slipping her favorite stuffed elephant in her arms. He watches her for a moment before leaving her room, keeping the door cracked open. 

He heads to his room, changing into his pajamas. There was another hour before Jimin would get home so he grabs his laptop, settling in to find something to do. 

But he’s quickly distracted by his phone ringing, Jin’s name popping up. Jin never called this late unless something was wrong. 

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi? I know it’s late and this might be a lot to ask, but I need a favor.” Jin sounds slightly out of breath, 

“What is it?” Yoongi asks, picking up the telltale sounds of the shelter in the background. 

“I have a hybrid that’s getting dropped off tomorrow. He’s...” Jin sighs. “He’s been back and forth a lot and if he gets registered in the system again, they’re going to red line him and likely he’ll get put down.” 

“Why does he keep getting returned?” 

“He’s a Husky. He’s high energy and he’s been in some really bad places. He was picked up from a puppy mill as a kid and adopted by an older couple who neglected him. He’s been in and out of shelters since, been in really bad homes where people adopted him thinking they’d get a lap dog but...he’s a Husky. He’s really sweet but I just need someone to take him. I can’t register him into the shelter.” 

“Jin, we have a cat hybrid.” 

“I know. I know I’m asking a lot. But he really needs a good home. We’d take him but I’m worried about him and Tae, and Kookie is so territorial. I know you have Ji-Yah and it might be a bit of a stretch, but I need someone. I can try to find him somewhere else, but in the meantime he really needs help.” 

Yoongi sighs. If it had just been him and Jimin he would have said yes without hesitation. But they had Ji-Yah and she’s never really been around other hybrids long term besides Jin’s own. He’s not sure how she’ll handle it, suddenly having someone else in her space, taking their attention. 

“I’ll talk to Jimin. He’s home in 20 minutes.” Yoongi finally says. 

“Thank you. I need to know by morning. He’ll be getting here then.” 

“I’ll call you back and let you know what Jimin says.” 

The 20 minutes waiting for Jimin seems to take a lifetime. Yoongi spends most of it pacing around the bedroom, going back and forth to peek in on Ji-Yah. She’s fast asleep still, not having moved since he’d tucked her in. They had a spare bedroom, they had more than enough means to take care of a second hybrid. But this one had problems. He wasn’t going to be easy like Ji-Yah. He’d take work, plus he was full grown. 

Jimin finally comes home, the telltale quiet jingle of keys, the padding footsteps up the staircase. He can tell something is wrong when he enters the bedroom, Yoongi pausing his pacing to turn and look at his husband. 

“What is it?” Jimin asks, setting his bag on the floor. His hair is damp with sweat, hanging in his eyes. Yoongi could have taken him right then and there if there hadn’t been other things on his mind. 

“Jin called.” 

Jimin moves closer to the bed. “Is everything alright?” 

“He has a hybrid who needs a home. He can’t go back into the shelter, otherwise he’ll get put down. He has to get him somewhere tomorrow and he’s asked us to take him in.” 

“What kind of hybrid is he?” Jimin asks, sitting on the bed. 

“Husky.” Yoongi says. 

“A dog hybrid?” 

“He’s had a hard life. He’s been in and out of shelters his whole life, been in abusive homes. People adopting him thinking he could be something he’s not. Jin is really desperate.” 

“I don’t know how Ji-Yah will do with another hybrid she doesn’t know. Especially one that’s...struggled.” 

“That was my concern.” 

“I mean, it’s not like we don’t have the means to do it. Or the space. I just...worry about Ji-Yah.” Jimin crosses his legs, leaning his chin in his hand. 

“Jin said he can find somewhere more permanent, but he needs more time.” 

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “Could we really handle it? Something like that? I’ve never...had to rehab a hybrid. Ji-Yah’s always...been spoiled. How will she even react?” 

“Jin needs to know by morning.” Yoongi says, sitting next to Jimin. 

Jimin sighs. “I don’t want to say if it doesn’t work out we can send him somewhere else. He’s been experiencing that his whole life. But there’s always a chance if he winds up somewhere else...if we say no...” 

“You want to do this?” Yoongi asks. 

“We’ll have to tell Ji-Yah. Explain things to her.” 

“She’s going to get upset.” 

“Yeah. She will. But if we can help one hybrid...maybe...give him a better life...maybe they can learn to get along.” 

“You have a big heart.” Yoongi says. “You’re sure, though?” 

Jimin nods, trying to convince himself everything would be alright. “We’ll figure it out.” 

Part 3

[lillian-nator]

Ranch AU

Or, as we all call it, The Cowboy AU 

Essentially, this was something that I created, and it’s gonna be purely fluffy, with a small bit of angst here and there. Any of the angst will be hurt/comfort. It’s meant to make us all feel better after those fucking harsh lore streams. I started it, based off of some shit in the Dad!Schlatt AU, and after that I honestly didn’t write most of it. It had really been a project in the discord, because we were all sad and shit, so if you have some fluff to offer, please do! I am happy to make almost anything canon - and we could always use more ideas. :)

I hope you enjoy some mindless farm boi fluff!

BASIC INFO: 

It's SBI's Ranch (Phil is Dadza, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are his sons)

Phil, sells to the local stores, and manages the crops. He doesn't do too much labor anymore. He hired his boys for that.

Dream, SapNap, Purpled, Tubbo, Callahan, and Punz are all hired farm hands

George, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy work at the shop where they sell their products; Niki makes all of the dairy products, Fundy and Ranboo stock, label prices, and keeps track of sales, and George works customer service with his Gogy magic.

Wilbur works with the sheep, the goats, and he trains the dogs (Collies - they herd sheep), he also works with the crops a lot

Schlatt isn't hired but he might as well be. He can be found wherever Wilbur is, and is probably drinking a beer he stole from Phil. He doesn't get paid, but he eats all of their food.

Tommy works with the cows, the pigs, the chickens, the horses (sometimes), his goose, and the dogs / cats that they own

Tubbo works with Tommy. Essentially. But he also works on the crops, and the bee farm that they have set up.

Techno works with the horses, and is currently training to be a veterinarian.

Dream works on horses with Techno - they race the horses competitively - but otherwise, is where ever he is needed (usually crops)

Purpled works with Tommy and Tubbo. He mostly works with Tubbo on crops and his bee farm.

Punz and SapNap haul things. As your resident Chads, they are in-charge of moving heavy things and doing manual labor.

Callahan is their repair man. He fixes tractors, and machines on a daily basis.

SOME HEADCANNONS: 

HENRY, a saga:

that henry has a matching bandana to the one Tommy has so that everyone knows thats henry. Tommy doesn't like it when people touch henry so henry gets a bandana - Shark -

when Phil first started raising Tommy, he would've never guessed that he would turn out the way he did.

He was loud, and brash, and hit his brothers, and made fun of the neighbor's kids,  but then Tubbo became Tommy's best friend, and then Phil introduced Tommy to the cows.

The cows are Tommy's everything.

When a Bred Heifer is due, he sits with them everyday past their due date - he sat with Betty for 5 days when she wouldn't birth a calf. He was so fucking worried.

When one of his cows are sick, he sleeps in the barn until they get better. His last days with Harvey fucked him up.

Tubbo, Tommy, Purpled, and Ranboo spend long nights at the farm, and Tommy always leans against Henry as he stares up at the stars.

Henry who his best girl (all cows are girls and Tommy doesn't give a shit about gendered names). Henry who wears a matching bandana. Henry who is fluffy, and warm, and Tommy's everything. -

Sometimes when Tommy had a bad day, whether it’s stress, or school, or just whatever, Tommy sleeps in the Henry’s stall with her. Phil has so many pictures of Tommy curled up with Henry. From when she was first born to now. - Eye

Tommy hates winter because that’s the one time of year Phil won’t let him sleep in the barn. Even with the layers and heat lamps it’s too unsafe. Tommy always gets up extra early in the winter. Both because he has to check and break ice in the water troughs but also because he misses his girl - Eye -

Henry's mother, Betty, was the first Cow Tommy had helped during birth. He sat with her for 5 days when she hadn't gone into labor past her due date. It took 9 hours for Henry to be born, and Tommy was there through the entire thing -

Well, almost the entire thing. He was at school for the first hour of labor, and was so pissed at Phil when Phil knew and didn't immediately come get Tommy from School.

It always felt like Tommy and Henry had a special bond because Tommy literally raised Henry from birth. -

They didn't think Henry was gonna make it when she was first born, but Tommy was fucking determined, and bottle fed that cow every single day and night. When she was slowly weened off milk, Tommy got unironically sad that he didn't have to bottle feed her anymore.

He still visited her every morning, and milked her mother at dawn, right after he got eggs from his hens. -

Henry waits for Tommy at the end of their long ass drive way when he gets home from school. She knows that when the bus pulls up that her boy is back and so she’s always there waiting lazily for pets and a nice walk together back to the house. Even when it’s cold and someone is waiting for the kids to get home in an ATV or something Tommy always walks back to the house with Henry - Eye

Thinking about how long these fucking country roads are. And how Tommy and Tubbo have the same bus stop even though Tubbo and Tommy's houses are a couple of miles away. Tommy has to walk a mile to get to the beginning of his driveway, and seeing his favorite girl there is like a reward at the end of a journey. Tommy probably keeps a bag of feed in his backpack, which is just a mixture of grain, hay and corn, and gives Henry a handful to thank her for waiting for him.

Clementine, The Goose: 

Tommy has a goose, and names it Clementine. 

He found her in the woods one day, when she was very young, and he decided he was going to keep Clementine. 

Clementine is only ever nice to Schlatt and Tommy. No one knows why. 

Clementine follows Tommy around. Very endearing. 

Phil doesn’t question it at this point 

NEW MILO, the sequel:

OG Milo is a kitten that Wilbur found on the side of the road, in the rain, and he took the kitten in, trying to save him. Wilbur immediately got attached.

Techno pulled an all nighter, half spent  trying to save OG Milo and the other half comforting Wilbur. "You couldn't have helped, he was too starved and out in the rain for too long." Phil adds that if Techno can't save something, it can't be saved. - Ethan

Wilbur's next cat was named New Milo in honor - Ethan

Anyway, New Milo has three kittens. Blood God, Boots (given to Fundy), and Bumbles (given to Tubbo). They're called the Bees and they were born Christmas Eve - Ethan

BLOOD GOD, the pussy:

Blood God is Techno's cat. Its just a ferall little molly that loves techno too much. - M -

After Techno helped New Milo have her litter, he wasn't originally gonna keep any of the kittens, but he saw this tiny thing with the orange muzzle and just: stole her.

He is also nicknamed Blood God, for both his skill in hunting and healing

He originally named her Piglet because the orange spot looked like a pig snout [the main reason he chose her and not her stronger littermates] but called her Blood God teasingly when he first adopted her

Wilbur didn't realize he meant it as a nickname and told everyone her name was Blood God

Techno still calls her Piglet, but everyone else calls her Blood God because that's the name on her collar.

Most of their cats aren't collared, but Phil made her a custom collar because he was worried she'd get lost hunting with Techno and Dream - Ethan -

Blood God is such a batshit cat. She's a runt, really, oddly small compared to her siblings, and she's their best mouser

She's the cat that everyone leaves scraps for, but never tries to pet out of fear

Often she'll climb up people's legs and sit on their shoulders, and it's the only time you can pet her.

She is very, very affectionate with Techno and he loves her very much. He has her very well trained, and she comes with him and Dream when they go hunting sometimes alongside a terrier.

She's a little itty bitty calico molly and she has an orange patch right over her muzzle - Ethan

TOMMY'S HENS, the chicks:

He gets real defensive of his hens. They lay eggs for him. They deserve to be treated well. -

Tommy does in fact have an egg incubator; Sometimes it's just better. Tommy prefers letting his hens care for their own eggs, but he does still use the incubator - Ethan -

Some chickens enjoy being thrown so they can flap and shit. A few days after passing ownership of the hens to Tommy, Phil is going down to the crops and just sees Tommy chucking his hens and watching them rush back to be thrown again

he feels a hint of "what the hell" but he notes the gentleness tommy does it with and how the chickens seem to be enjoying it and he shrugs and keeps walking - Ethan -

Once Wilbur was helping Tommy with the chickens and he dropped an egg

Unfertilized, of course, but Tommy looked like you'd just punted a toddler

Three years later, Wilbur isn't allowed to touch the eggs anymore

Tommy's paranoid he'll hurt a live one

"Get out." "What - Tommy it was an accident, it was just one egg." "If you aren't gonna treat Phoebe's eggs with care; You can get the fuck out." "Tommy -" "Out." -

the quality chicken eggs depends usually on how the chicken feels. While under his care, the eggs the chickens produced were really good.

Under Tommy's care? Phil's eggs tasted like horseshit in comparison - Ethan -

They have their like, main barn and to the side of it is a little pond. The chicken coops are a little beside it, with the singular duck coop (he only has four ducks) closest. He calls the area the Business Bay

AGES: 

Tommy - 16 Tubbo - 16 Purpled - 17 Ranboo - 17

Techno - 19 Wilbur - 21 Schlatt - 19 Phil - idk like 45 or some dad shit

Fundy - 18 Niki - 19

SapNap - 18 Dream - 19 George - 20 Punz - 19 Callahan - 20

RANDOM HC’S: 

Tubbo, Niki, Ranboo, and Fundy are siblings. -

Whenever they eat meat they talk about who they're eating. 

They tell stories about their day and such but they always start dinner, when its meat, saying "rip lmao" and telling stories about them

...they don’t do it when they eat beef

Everyone sitting down with their plates of ham Wilbur: so who was it? Phil: Fern Tommy, already eating: rest in peace fern Techno: he shat on my boots once -

Each of the boys get a few animals that aren't allowed to be butchered.

Wilbur has Friend, Enemy, and Skit the Bull. (Wilbur wanted to name a Bull "Shit", but Phil said no because Tommy was 11 and already swearing too much for his liking)

Techno has none of the livestock. He only cares about Blood God, and his horses.

Tommy has a pig [currently unnamed], his Hens (6 or 7 of them, that lay eggs), and his dairy cows -

Phil is ALWAYS chewing on straw. -

Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur all call Phil "Pops" or "Pop". They all used to call him "Papa" though. It's like a coming of age thing for the three of them, when they stop calling him "Papa" and start calling him "Pop".

Phil may or may not have cried when Tommy started calling him "Pop" at the age of 12.

ALTHOUGH, all 3 boys know that if you want anything, you call Phil "Papa". Phil can't resist it. -

Techno and Tommy with starry eyes: pops Phil: no Wilbur: Papa Phil, with slightly less confidence: n-no   - Ethan -

Tommy holding a baby calf in his hands that he walls to bring inside for the night because hes in love with her: papa please!! Phil, practically in tears: fine.   - M

[baepsaesbae]

Personal Galaxy

Pairing—  Jungkook x female reader

Genre—  SMUT, Fluff, Established relationship au

Warnings— Explicit unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re outside), oral (m receiving), mild swearing, fluffy boyfriend vibes that will make you love Jungkook even more 

Word count—  ~4.1k

About—  You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, decide to go stargazing as a special treat for your anniversary. 

A/N— Happy Birthday Jungkook! This was a collab with @goldenclosetnetwork for their Golden Closet Net Jungkook Birthday Project. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what ya think! (also this beautiful banner was whipped up in record time by the marvelous @kimtaehyunq)

After college starts, summer is no longer a relaxing season dedicated to lounging around and goofing off with friends. Unfortunately, now summers were filled with internships or temporary summer jobs. You got the short end of the stick though, as your summer was going to be filled with summer classes. Along with taking summer classes, you had to deal with the grueling heat. Walking back and forth from your classes to your dorm was quite an ordeal, as the sun drained you of all your energy. 

Your only solace of not going home was that you were close to your boyfriend, Jungkook. You guys started dating towards the end of the spring semester, so the relationship was somewhat new. He was nothing but incredibly sweet to you, and you honestly could not believe you were dating him. From what you observed, he was basically perfect. 

At first you thought he was a little shy, but when you got to know him, you soon realized he’s just a huge lovable dork. He loved gaming, and bragged about what his rank in League of Legends used to be (platinum, he was in the top 8% of all people who played). You tried to take him seriously, but you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t laugh because you were making fun of him, you laughed because he was just too cute. You adored the way his eyes twinkled when he talked about what he was passionate about. He would get lost in his own world and ramble on before he realized you were still there. At that point he would reach out and pull you into a hug and ask about your day.

After a long day of listening to a boring chemistry lecture, you finally got back to your dorm. You freshened up with a quick shower and collapsed into your bed. You were about to drift off when your phone starts to buzz. It was a video call from Jungkook.

“Hey baby what’s up?” Jungkook beamed on the other end. It looked like he just got out of the shower too.

“Hey Kookie. I’m done with class for the day. Have I told you how much I hate chemistry?” you groaned in response.

“Plenty of times. In fact, multiple times a day. Can’t blame you though. You can relax when I come see you this weekend,” Jungkook tried to cheer you up. 

Jungkook lived about an hour away from campus, so he stayed in a dorm during the school year. However, he went home during the summer break. With that being said, he insisted on coming down to see you every weekend. At first you protested, arguing that gas was too expensive and the commute would take too much time. But he simply said, “I just want to see my girl. What’s so wrong with that? It’s no one’s decision but mine.” You couldn’t argue with him after that.

“Why don’t we do something different this weekend?” you asked. This weekend would mark your 3 month anniversary. 

“Yeah? Like in the bedroom?” he was intrigued. 

“No! I mean...sure? Wait no that’s not what I’m talking about right now, you dingus. Why don’t we get away or something? There’s a park about an hour away that is known for stargazing! They have their own observatory and all that. Would you wanna--”

“Yes. Let’s do it.” Jungkook didn’t even let you finish. You knew he’d be excited. Along with videogames, anything pertaining to outer space had his heart. He loved reading about various stars, and was always hypothesizing how space travel would work.

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough. You spaced out in lecture often, but now you definitely couldn’t focus. The thought of being hand in hand with Jungkook while traversing the trails together was enough to make your heart flutter. That, coupled with the fact that you two would be under the stars without any air pollution, really had you on Cloud 9. 

You gleefully hopped into Jungkook’s car in the late afternoon. Jungkook was wearing his favorite bucket hat with his usual casual clothes. 

“Hello beautiful,” Jungkook leaned over to kiss you, “Let’s go get our dinner. How do ready made sandwiches sound?”

“Sounds perfect! Why don’t we get some fruit too?” you sat back in your seat.

“Ohhh healthy. Yes ma’am we can do that.” he drove to the closest supermarket. 

“Hey babe, let’s get this bread,” Jungkook joked as he picked up a sandwich. You couldn’t help but laugh at his little one-liner. You both love that meme. You guys strolled over to the fruits section. Of course, there had to be a debate over which fruits to get.

“It’s hot outside so why don’t we get watermelon?” you suggested.

“Mm that’s a good point. But watermelons are basically just water. Why don’t we get pineapples instead? We can see if that myth really is true?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

“You dog!” you playfully slap his arm, “Let’s get both then. The more the merrier.”

“Okiedokie. Don’t act like you don’t wanna try the pineapple trick though,” he teased.

“Maybe I do. What of it?” you retorted.

“Nothing. That’s perfect for me,” he winked as you guys went to checkout.

The drive to the park was relaxing. Jungkook played his music and sang along to all the songs. You occasionally chimed in whenever you knew the lyrics, but you preferred to listen to him instead. Even when he was messing around, his angelic voice was still euphoric. You were pleasantly surprised when he first sang in front of you. You didn’t think it was possible to hear an angel up close. 

Getting away from the city was something you needed. As the tall buildings faded in the background, a more sparse landscape came into view. You loved the open road. Sure, the neverending grass and scattered trees weren’t the most breathtaking view, but it was pleasant nonetheless. You saw the occasional cow or horse, and never failed to point them out to Jungkook. He would always respond with a “wow!” or a “so cute!” and chuckle at you. Everything you did was so adorable to him, though he wasn’t the most vocal about all that mushy stuff. He was sure he had already fallen in love with you, but he wasn’t sure if you felt the same yet. He’d keep that to himself for a little bit longer.

The park itself was nothing grand. It being closer to the coast meant that it was a little on the swampy side. After several attempts to make sense of the provided park map, Jungkook finally found a parking lot.

“Okay according to the map, this is the closest parking lot to the observatory. I think there’s a trail nearby too,” you say as you hand him the map.

“Let’s go!” Jungkook leapt out of the car before he could even see you trying to give him the map.

Jungkook grabbed the food from the backseat as you got out of the car. Sadly, neither of you had a stereotypical picnic wicker basket, so everything was just in the plastic shopping bag from the store. That didn’t make it any less charming when Jungkook started swinging the bag back and forth in one hand while doing the same thing to your hand on his other side. 

The sun was beginning to set, but you could still feel its warmth in the breaks between the shady parts of the trail Jungkook led you on. The trail itself was basically a small gravel path that led from the parking lot to a picnic site overlooking a swampy lake. The trees that grew in the open grove by the picnic tables were extremely old, as they loomed high overhead. 

Neither of you had spoken since you left the car. You were both enjoying the fresh air and new sights. The candid sounds of nature filled the air. From the buzzing of the cicadas, to the occasional whooping of unseen birds, the authenticity of it all had you in a trance. Jungkook squeezed your hand and you snapped back to reality. Your eyes wandered back to him to see a soft smile on his face. 

“Is this table okay, baby?” he looked at you with his doe eyes.

“Yeah it’s good. Do you like this place so far?” you asked as you started to get the food out.

“I do. It’s beautiful. Everything is just so...natural. Obviously,” he chuckled, “The scenery is the second most beautiful thing here.”

“Mm okay I’ll bite. What’s the first most beautiful thing here?” you cocked your head in amusement.

“Me, of course! Why would you even ask that when you already know the answer?” he laughed. 

“Oh you’re so right. How silly of me. I have your food here, you dork. Do you wanna start with the pineapples or watermelons first?”

“Let’s open the watermelons since it’s still kinda hot out,” he plopped down beside you.

You foolishly skipped lunch, so your stomach was killing you. Jungkook joked that it sounded like a dying cat during the car ride. Sometimes it got so loud that he could hear it over his music. He wanted you to eat while he drove, but you refused because you wanted to eat together. Thinking back, you realized you could have fed him while he was driving. It’s not an issue anymore though, not when you’re both wolfing down your sandwiches. The watermelon was definitely a good choice, as it was a perfect weapon to combat the heat. 

There was a gazebo next to the water that allowed visitors to get a better view of the swampy environment. You led Jungkook over to it after packing up the leftovers (only a few pineapples were left). The water was murky, most of the vegetation that surfaced looked dead, and everything put together made the place seem perfect for filming a swamp horror film. Despite all of that, you couldn’t help but think it was still beautiful. Upon a closer look, you spotted some small turtles on the closest log by the gazebo. Of course you excitedly pointed them out to Jungkook, who cooed at how cute they were. Jungkook brought you closer to him so he could hug you from behind and rested his chin atop your head. He loved the height difference between you two, it always made him feel like that much more of YOUR man. He also mercilessly teased you for being short, but that was just an added bonus. 

“Do you feel relaxed?” he whispered in your ear before nibbling it.

“I feel so relaxed, darling,” you say, leaning into him, “The sunset is gorgeous out here. Even if it feels like we’re about to get attacked by a swamp creature at any second.”

“Yeah, instead we’re being attacked by a billion fucking mosquitoes. Babe, I don’t think your bug spray is working,” Jungkook swatted away the hovering pests.

“But my mom got it for me! It’s supposed to be a more organic and natural spray,” you pout.

“Well, I’m sorry but your mom’s organic bug spray isn’t doing shit. In fact, I feel like it’s attracting them,” his swatting became more forceful. 

“Oh, you’re not even getting bit. They’re all over ME,” you say as you started to feel insanely itchy all over your arms and legs, “Let’s go to the observatory, the sun has already begun to set. Also there are probably more mosquitoes here by the water, so let’s get the hell away from that.” 

“There’s still about half an hour of sunlight left,” Jungkook observed after checking his phone, “We have some time to kill. Wanna check out more of this trail?”

“Sure. As long as it leads away from the water,” you shrugged as you followed Jungkook into the forested area.

Golden hour shone down through the trees. The rays made Jungkook glow and look even more ethereal. He rubbed his thumb over your hand as he led you down the trail. You absentmindedly brought his hand up to your mouth to plant a soft kiss on the back of it. 

“I haven’t seen anyone on this trail the entire time we’ve been here,” Jungkook observed.

“It’s nice. It’s like our own little sanctuary,” you agreed.

“And you look so cute in that outfit of yours,” Jungkook’s voice lowered.

“What are you suggesting, Jungkook?” you played along, caressing his bicep. 

Jungkook abruptly led you off the beaten path, into a more heavily wooded area. He spun you around into a deep kiss, backing you up against a tree. You palmed him through his pants, finding him already half hard.

“What if we get caught?” you huffed into his mouth.

“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” he said as he nipped at your neck while fondling your breasts. 

“I’m gonna have bug bites on my ass,” you laughed.

“I’ll bite your ass when we get back to even it out,” he chuckled into another kiss.

You forcefully switched positions with Jungkook as you tugged off his pants. You kissed along his jawline and down his neck before sinking to your knees in front of him. His erection bulged in his underwear, begging to be set free.  

You teasingly licked him over his underwear, making him groan. As much as you wanted to continue teasing him, you didn’t want to get caught before he actually had the chance to fuck you.

You pulled off his underwear, leaving him fully exposed. You delicately kissed the tip of his penis like it was some sort of polite greeting. Then, you lewdly flattened your tongue on the base of his cock and licked a long stripe upwards and finished at the top with a swirl. You hollowed out your cheeks as you sucked him off at a repetitive pace. 

“Do you want me to fuck you here, baby?” Jungkook huffed above you.

You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you deepthroated him. Saliva dripped off his cock and down your chin, a sight that would make any man sweat. You nodded and released him with a satisfying *pop*. 

“You’re so fucking sexy. Switch places with me and face the tree,” he commanded. 

You did as he said, bending over at the waist. He tugged off your bottoms, revealing your dripping core. He tantalizingly ran his tip along your folds.

“Hurry up! I don’t wanna get caught,” you complained as you wiggled your butt at him.

“So impatient,” Jungkook admonished as he slapped your ass.

You didn’t have time to complain because he jammed his dick into you immediately after his slap. You instinctively covered your mouth to suppress your moans. Your free hand toyed with your clit, rubbing it intensely. The thought of being caught at any second had you even more wet than usual. Jungkook noticed.

“You’re so wet. I’m gonna cum in no time,” Jungkook groaned as he thrust deeper into you. 

Jungkook released his load into you. You moaned as you felt his hot juices fill you up, mixing with your own mess as it dribbled down your legs. Jungkook gave your ass one last slap before rummaging for a spare napkin in the picnic bag. He cleaned you up as best as he could, but you desperately needed a shower. That’ll have to wait.

Retracing your steps, you both wound up back at the parking lot, which was perfect because the trail to the observatory was just on the other side. The once empty parking lot was now nearly full as the new arrivals made their way towards the observatory. The sun was almost fully set at this point, so it was getting a little hard to see.

“Babe look!” Jungkook shouted as he pointed to a little creature that scurried in front of you. You jump back from his sudden yell, and then lock eyes with the possum that stood in your path.

“I don’t know whether to be scared or to call it cute,” you say, clinging tightly onto Jungkook’s arm as the possum lost interest in your staring contest and continued on its journey. 

“I would say it’s cute. As long as it doesn’t attack you. Oh holy SHIT babe don’t look up!” Jungkook found himself frozen in place. 

“Huh why-- OH MY FUCKIN GOD!” you neglected to heed his warning. Looming about two feet above Jungkook’s head was a gigantic spider. The web it was dangling from was enormous. You hate all kinds of insects (yes a spider isn’t an insect, but it falls under the creepy crawly category so you hate it too) but spiders are by far the scariest to you. After you screamed you clutched Jungkook’s arm tighter, probably cutting off his circulation. 

“Okay okay just close your eyes and keep close to me. It seems like those guys are strung along the entire path,” Jungkook kept you by his side as you guys progressed past the trees. You helplessly kept your eyes closed and completely relied on Jungkook to guide you. Thankfully, it only took about three minutes to get past all the trees; the observatory was in an open clearing. Jungkook gave you the ok to open your eyes again.

“Thank you Kookie, you’re so sweet to me,” you kissed Jungkook softly on the cheek.

“Usually I’d make fun of you, but those things kinda freaked me out. So I could only imagine how scared you’d be of them. Don’t worry baby, I’ll protect you,” Jungkook returned your affection with a kiss on the forehead. 

The line for the main telescope was already long, so you guys ventured off to one of the smaller ones instead. There were three big telescopes in the overall observatory. Amateur stargazers were scattered around the deck with their personal telescopes. You saw them letting other people see through them, so you made a mental note to check them out after the main telescopes. The sun had finally set, and now the dark sky was illuminated with shining stars. 

As you waited in line, you looked back at Jungkook, who hadn’t let go of your hand this entire time. His eyes were glued to the wonders above him. His doe eyes were wide and twinkled more than you’ve ever seen before. His mouth was agape and you were amused by how captivated he was; everything about this boy was so pure. It was in that moment that you realized you had fallen head over heels for him. You wanted to tell him you loved him right then and there, but you held your tongue. You were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Hopefully one day he could return the sentiment, but for now you will keep those three words to yourself. 

“You lot are pretty lucky! It had been cloudy for the past week. Tonight’s the first night that the sky’s been clear. It’s also the perfect night to view Saturn!” the telescope’s attendant informed the people in line.

You and Jungkook were the next people to go. You were amazed at how big the telescope was, and this wasn’t even the big main one yet. You went first. You climbed up a small step stool to get to the eye piece. You peered into it and was amazed by what you saw. The image was not the clearest, but it was pretty evident that you were looking at Saturn because of the iconic rings. Of course you could look up better pictures of Saturn online, but seeing it for yourself made it more special. Experiencing it all with Jungkook was something you would not trade for the world. You waited for Jungkook outside after you finished.

“Wasn’t that incredible ___?! We actually saw all the rings! And it’s a pretty color! I mean it’s like a reddish brown. We can call it a rusty color because that sounds cooler...ah I can’t wait to go to the main telescope,” Jungkook grabbed your hand and bounded to the next line. Watching him get so excited was enough to make getting eaten alive by mosquitoes worth it (yeah, they never ceased their attack on you).

“Is this the best date you’ve ever been on then?” you squeezed his hand as he continued to bounce up and down. His abundant energy always amazed you, and certainly came in handy in certain situations *wink wink*. 

“Oh is this a date? What? Do you like me or something, ___?” he teased, looking down at you, “Yes, this is hands down the best date I have ever been on. Thank you for suggesting this babe,” he grabbed your other hand and pulled you in for a kiss. You weren’t fond of PDA, but you’re willing to make an exception for Jungkook. 

The wait in line lasted for about half an hour, and you wondered which celestial being this telescope was being focused on. Everything around the observing deck was kept dark to make it easier to see through the telescopes. It was also advised to not look at any phone screens because your eyes would have to readjust to the darkness afterward. You and Jungkook complied with the tip for the optimal viewing experience. Jungkook was rambling about UFO conspiracy theories when you interrupted him by pointing out the fireflies behind him. They danced in the darkness of the open air, and it was your turn to be captivated. Yes, you hated insects, but fireflies had a special place in your heart. You thought they were fairies when you were younger, and you would spend hours playing with them. Your parents would even help you catch them. The nostalgia that hit automatically put a smile on your face. 

“You’re adorable, you know that ___?” Jungkook smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, “I wish you’d look at me that way,” he pouted.

“Oh shut up Kookie. I do look at you that way, but you never notice,” you stuck your tongue at him. Jungkook laughed in response. His laughter stopped and his eyes widened when he realized you guys were next in line.

“What is this one looking at?” Jungkook asked the telescope attendant. 

“Oh, all three of these are pointed at Saturn,” he replied.

“Oh no, we waited in line for so long just to look at the same thing,” you said, shoulders sagging.

“Awesome! Since this one is the biggest, does that mean that we’ll get a better view than the other two telescopes?” Jungkook asked, his eyes twinkling once again.

“Uh, technically yes. But only slightly better, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference,” the attendant replied as he let Jungkook enter.

From the way he asked, it probably didn’t bother Jungkook that he’d be seeing the same thing again. Once it was your turn, you realized the attendant was right. There wasn’t much of a difference in the quality of the image you were seeing, but it didn’t make personally seeing Saturn any less magical. 

“Seeing it a second time was super cool. Can you believe it? People a hundred years ago would have never thought they’d see Saturn with their own eyes!” Jungkook greeted you when you came out. 

“Yeah that’s all pretty dope, but I kinda wanted to see something else. Maybe some of the people who brought their own telescopes are looking at other things,” you took Jungkook’s hand and made a beeline to the amateur stargazers.

There was an interesting assortment of telescopes there. Some were big and bulky, some were sleek and aesthetically pleasing, and some just straight up looked like weapons. Multiple people were willing to let you both look through their telescopes. You both saw an additional two stars whose names you will never remember, along with seeing Saturn one last time. 

You and Jungkook stood in the middle of the deck, gazing upwards to soak in the clarity of the stars before your departure. As if the night couldn’t get any more magical, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Oohs and aahs were heard from people in the general vicinity when they saw it too. Jungkook pulled you close to him, his face inches from yours.

“You know, maybe we were lovers in a past life, because I feel like I’ve known you forever. I think you’re the most special thing in this universe. Thank you for today,” Jungkook said tenderly. 

“You’re welcome, darling. I would give you the whole world if I could,” you smiled, slowly leaning closer to him.

“For you, my dear, I’ll give you your own personal galaxy,” Jungkook practically whispered as he cupped your face and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was the epitome of sweet, as his soft lips brushed against yours without much force. You swear you’ve never been happier in your life. Thank the stars for Jeon Jungkook.

Published September 4th, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[romanceforransom]

Merry Christmas Lyka, from your secret Santa (or secret broercco, if you will) 

@earthling-isa​  🧡🥦

I returned home after a long day at work, kicking off my shoes and dumping my bags on the floor as soon as I shut the door behind me.

It was an instant relief not to be lugging around that weight anymore and just be able to sit back and relax. All I wanted was a quiet evening indoors, maybe cuddle up with Sander and watch some Christmas movies.

That was our Christmas eve tradition, and it was the thing I had been looking forward to all day. He was always able to relax me and make me forget about the hectic events of the day when he held me in his arms and ran his hands through my hair. It wasn’t a lot to ask, but it was all I wanted at that moment.

“San, I’m home!” I called out through the house, listening to my echo bouncing off the walls

No sooner had I said that, a loud series of crashes came from behind the closed living room door. God knows what it was, but I heard the faint sounds of Sander cursing, so the likelihood was that whatever happened wasn’t intentional.

I buried my head in my hands, already mourning the loss of my quiet evening.  

“Sander?” I repeated, raising my voice a little and tapping on the door “I’m coming in”

The door was swung open a few seconds later, my boyfriend standing in front of me. He was breathing slightly heavily and looked a little more dishevelled than normal.

“Hey, Robin” he said nonchalantly. At least, that’s probably what he was trying to go for. It didn’t really have the desired effect.

He seemed anxious, gripping the doorhandle like his life depended on it. His body was angled in such a way that I was not able to go into the room. It made me even more wary about what he was trying to hide in there.

“How was your day?” he asked me, trying to divert my attention away

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms across my chest “Nice try. Now, let me through. I need to assess whatever damage you have done”

“And what makes you think any damage has been done?”

“Sander, come on” I said, laughing under my breath

He always did this, repeatedly shooting questions at me until we went off topic. Most of the time he made me forget what I wanted to know in the first place. He was an evil genius, but it wasn’t going to work this time.

“Open the door”

He shook his head vehemently “Sorry, but no. You can’t see what’s in there yet”

“Why not? What have you got in there?”

Another series of crashes came from behind the door, combined with the faint sound of… mooing? I thought that I was losing my mind. I had to have been hearing things.

Sander grimaced, hesitating before he slowly turned towards the door.

“Robbe… please stay there” he told me, before flinging the door open and disappearing into the room

Obviously, I took no notice of what he said. There was no way I was going to stand in the hallway, hovering there with no real purpose, when there was something going on right next to me.

I raced after him, coming to a halt when I locked eyes on Sander kneeling on the floor.

In front of him was a small fluffy cow, bouncing excitedly. Sander was clearly trying to calm it down and stop it from knocking anything else over. He was holding his arms out, trying to gently coax it away from the tree, being careful not to startle it.

After doing a quick scan of the room, I could see that there were scattered Christmas ornaments all over the floor. Also, the blankets and pillows that had been laying on the sofa were now haphazardly strewn in various places across the room. That was probably the cause of all the commotion before.

“Oh. My. God”

There wasn’t really much else I could say. The sight seemed to shock all other words out of my head.

Sander looked up at me, mouth agape “I told you to stay out there…”

“Yeah, well, that was your mistake wasn’t it?” a smile tugging at my lips “Did you seriously think I would do as I was told? C’mon Sander”

He sighed, focussing his gaze back on the baby cow beside him

“She was supposed to a surprise for you tomorrow…” he mumbled; disappointment laced in his voice

I walked over and sat down next to Sander, looking him in the eyes. He needed to know that I was not mad at him at all, it was such a lovely thing for him to try and do for me.

“That is incredibly sweet but… did you really think you’d be able to hide her until then?”

He smirked “In an ideal world, yes”

He must have forgotten that I was probably one of the most inquisitive people on the planet. If there was something going on in my own house, there was no way I would let that be.

“Can I ask something?”

He looked up at me “Of course, what’s up?”

“…Why a cow?”

“Remember when we were in the Ardennes? Well, we went and sat on that bench overlooking the fields. You probably didn’t realise, but your whole face just completely lit up when you spotted all of those cows. It was absolutely adorable. I just wanted… I just wanted to give you that happiness again”

I could feel my heart aching as he spoke. Sander was always so incredibly generous and thoughtful about every gift he bought me. He could easily go to the shops and buy me something useless that I would stuff in the back of a drawer and never use. Instead, he spent time and effort planning out extravagant gifts.

I never asked him to… frankly, sometimes I felt unworthy. I could never be as creative as that. Artistic and original ideas had never been something I was that capable of. Sure, I could maybe write something kind in a card, but that was pretty much my limit.

We had spoken about it before. Sander assured me every time that just because he was louder with his expressions of love, did not mean mine were inferior. It didn’t completely stop me from feeling bad about it, but it did help somewhat.

“Sander…”

“I’m sorry if it’s too weird… It was a long shot-”

I raised my hands, resting them gently on his shoulders

“No, no” I said hurriedly, silencing him “I love her, she’s adorable. It’s so sweet that you would do this for me”

“Of course! I would do anything for you, Robbe. You know that”

We sat there for a while, petting the cow laid on the floor. Her fur was so soft underneath my fingers. Better than any of the blankets I had lying on my bed upstairs.

“Does this mean she can stay…?” Sander asked me quietly, as if he was afraid of the answer “I know that lots of people impulse buy animals during the holidays, only to abandon them later on because they can’t handle it. But I put a lot of thought into it, and I think we can do this! Obviously, we can’t keep her forever… she will have to go to a farm or something when she gets a lot bigger, but for now we could give her a really loving home”

I thought about it for a while, watching the worried look on Sander’s face growing. It meant a lot to him, and I actually really wanted to keep her too. She was one of the cutest things I had ever laid my eyes on.

Sure, most people had dogs or cats but having a cow would really set us apart from the crowd. I think it would be a lot of fun, too.

“I think so too” I replied, grinning at him

“You hear that, Broccoli?” he cried, addressing the calf in front of us “You’re staying with us!”

“Broccoli?” I spluttered, falling into a fit of giggled

Sander just shrugged “That was all she ate! I think it’s the perfect name for her”

I smiled at them both “Broccoli it is then”

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hey ! How are You doing ? i really like your blog and You seem as a very nice person!!

Can i have a cake Please ??

I am an istj-a, i have dark Hair and hazl eyes, i am bisexual but male leaning , my Height is 166cm (5'5) as for my Personnality : People see me as cold and too-serious but in reality i am social awkward person , sensitive, compassionate, thoughtful and traditionnal my bad traits is that i get angry easily i pretend that i am ok but it's otherwise and lazy, for my hobbies i like animals(birds and cats) , paranormal stories or things related to horror i think that all

If You are too busy You can ignore

Ahh I’m good hope you can say the same ���️

🍰 for @shady-shittylife

Romantic Matchup...

Ushijima Wakatoshi 🧍‍♂️

People were not very shocked when you two started dating

It just kinda made sense to them

You know two stoic and serious people being together. Makes sense

But what they didn’t know was how different you two acted when you were alone

He knows that your sensitive and compassionate deep down

And you know that under that blank expression he’s just a big softie

I take him as being traditional as well so that works out for you two

After dating for a while he notices whenever your starting to get angry

He would ask if your ok but he knows your just gonna respond with a “oh I’m fine”

He knows your not

So he’ll try his best to get you away from what’s making you mad and to calm you down

He doesn’t care that your lazy but will encourage you to work out with him from time to time

Mans just wants you to stay healthy ❤️

He likes animals too!

I think his favorite is those fluffy cows 🐮

Like this one

One time he took you to a petting zoo for a date

Y’all spent ALL DAY there and made sure you saw everything

He doesn’t really care for horror movies but will watch them if you want to

Tendou has 100% intruded joined you guys in a horror movie marathon

Overall a good boyfie ❤️

Friendship Matchup

Kita Shinsuke 🌾

Once again...makes sense

You two are pretty cold and blunt towards people so of course you get along

But damn people really gotta stop making these assumptions 💀

You became friends with Kita because of tour live for animals

One time you just walked in and saw him baby talking to a bird? Suck it Suna

You were kind of confused on why there was a bird in the school until you saw that it was your favorite type of bird (hopefully your favorite type of bird isn’t like a eagle or something 😭)

So naturally you struck up a conversation with him about it and low and behold it’s his favorite type of bird too!

You guys talked a lot more after that encounter

He probably gets super scared of your spooky stories

Not that you could tell with his blank expression

One time you told him a version of this story

He.was.terrified

He lives on a farm what do you expect!

That’s when he broke and told you that your stories actually scare him 🥲

Shockingly as much as he hates scary stories he doesn’t really mind horror movies 🧍🏽‍♀️

You questioned him on that and he just said he would never make the same mistakes they would

Good friend,Good friend indeed

[beybladebladerboy999]

How the Brothers would react to an MC with a raccoon for a pet. This is my pet raccoon btw. And yes she can do all the listed things and yes....I named her Rocket.

Lucifer

"MC what is that thing doing in my house?"

Lucifer to say the least was not pleased. Especially not after he heard you call him a "Trash Panda"

The only reason hes allowing you to keep that thing is because Diavolo loves it.

So he just quietly loathes it until-

You handed it a broom and it started sweeping.

You taught him several tricks such as carrying a small case full of pencils on it's back and just in general fetching things.

Its smarter than Mammon. Then again most things are.

Hes secretly grown fond of it and buys it banana chips.

The neat way it eats with its hands is fascinating today the least.

Its cleaner than Beel.

He is seriously considering replacing his brothers with this "Raccoon"

He bought him a leash with a harness so you can take it to RAD with you

Not so he can play with it on his break but for an emotional support animal for you.

Secretly caught him feeding it cake

Mammon

Saw what your "Raccoon" could do with its hands and instantly thought of all the ways he could steal things with it.

Mammon is no longer allowed to pet sit.

He buys it all the latest pet clothes and takes it to casinos for good luck, not of your knowing of course.

This thing knows how to hold cards?!

Be prepared to watch your pet be dressed up in Gucci sunglasses and a leather coat

That leather better be vegan mammon!

He pretends he only likes him for the thieving but you have caught him baby talking it a numerous amount of times.

"* name* can you grab mommies purse while I finish this?"

When it waddled to you purse in hand Mammon fell in love.

Imagine how much pictures of you and *name* would go for!

Now uses your pet in every money making scheme.

MAMMMMMOOONNN!!

Leviathan

OHHHHHH this is one excited boy.

He saw one on an anime once and now he believes to his grave that you were the inspiration behind it.

This creature can pose with his figurines and will do it for snacks?!

Be prepared for human pet cosplay outfits

*cough* TSL *cough*

You dressed up as Groot for him on more than one occasion and are not ashamed.

Finally a pet that responds and can actucally give him a hug five back!

They listen to his anime rants without complaint!

Lowkey reminds him of a small grey beel.

You caught him on more than one occasion calling them Henery

His self esteem has slowly been getting better!

Lucifer is now invested in emotional animal support for Levi given his recent boost in confidence!

Now he has two true friends!

Even the raccoon picks up on his friendzone vibes 😂😭

Satan

So wait a second. He cant have a cat, but you the new human can have a rodent nicknamed a TRASH PANDA in the HOUSE

Is very miffed to say the least.

He found a new Lucifer....at least until he realized Lucifer also despised its mere existence

He saw this creature fetch a notebook, library card, notes, pens, paperback books, he was very impressed by the small backpack tote you sewed for it.

Hmm like a living backpack.

Simeon help you when he finds out that raccoons can pur!

" Its like a cat, but with hands and more fluff!"

Angry cat boi is now trying to steal your pet.

Can you say doubly spoiled?

He buys him collars, clothes, leashes, toys, you saw him feed it right off of his plate.

You are jealous of your own pet.

All three of you read by the fire at night, well it sits on your lap and stares at him. Which freaked him out at first but now he thinks of it as a silent endearment.

Asmo

So....that.... thing....is your ADORABLE PET?!

Can you say true love?

Your pet is now devilgram, Devilbook, devilsnap, and Demon-tok famous

Your pet is now a mini Asmo deal with it.

Outfits, jewelry, sunglasses, you name it they have it

Your per now has a more stylish wardrobe than you a which demo promptly fixes with all the money he made from his posts with your pet

Can you say pet owner matching outfits?!

Your pet is now his pet

You two apparently now have joint custody

They help him pick out shoes!

And hes your raccoon was in every strip club/club/ party/ store/ mall in the devildom

Gets immediately recognized in public and has sass for days

You own a furry asmo get over it!

Beel

Beel did not know what to make of the small furry rodent raiding his fridge at midnight.

So....he decided petting and eating would be a good option.

Not eating the rodent. Eating with him

Beel is now addicted to banana chips

He now has a buddy whose appetite almost rivals his own! He takes your pet to every restraunt, vendor, food truck, food stall in the devildom

And yes he loves watching it eat with their tiny hands.

With belphie gone beel now has a purpose again, somebody to look after. His sleeping habits are the same and they both cuddle to him for warmth

To see your beloved pet you have to practically move into beels room

He built and bought a kitty castle for them and has a raccokn snack drawer and all three of you love happily in heels room....and never leave.

You and your pet raccoon now reside in beels room

Beel falls in love with you quite early because of this

Sometimes he'll pretend that your pet is their child and play house with you.

The brothers find his obsession quite creepy to be honest

In place of the avatar of sloth he found a doting pet loving human and her sleepy hungry cuddly rodent.

You two replaced belphie low key

And nope beel does not notice hes to busy feeding your pet again

Belphie

"Do. Not. Let. That. Thing. Near me."

Raccoon hates belphie for what he did to you. He jumped out from the shadows and bit him...repeatedly. he never saw this creature before because you never brought him, totally caught him off guard.

Let's be honest he deserved it.

Eventually the mutual hatred grows to tolerance to curiosity this creature sleeps just as much as him and keeps the same schedule.

Saw satan gushing over it and decide to see what the fuss was about.

He threw it a treat.

He had never made an ally so fast in his life.

Need help pranking Lucifer? Raccoon can deliver and set traps. You can't blame him hes a adorbale pet of the humans and you can't hurt her!

Perfect escape goat

Eventually they start taking naps together

Belphie will never admit it but he bought the creature a small matching cow print pillow and they even have a bed to sleep on with him.

Your raccoon still loves you more and spends all this time with you. So

To see the raccoon, his new favorite stuffy he has to buddy up to you

Belphie is head over tails in about a month

You remind him of Lilith always taking card of those who need you. You love your pet with all your heart and it's a major turn on.

He moved into your room which you found creepy, you were terrified

Until you saw him playing with your pet. And they weren't hissing.

Cue whirlwind romance

It reminds him of beel a grey fluffy beel, the way they will do anything for a snack.

Cant decide who he loves more. You or your pet

Okay so if you want undateable let me know!

[anestheticrage]

Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately. 

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho. 

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi-   and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F   W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏  defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself. 

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got: 

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H) 

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

   - everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

   - the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

   - make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊). 

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..." 

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs 

Yours Truly, 

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘 

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Multi-Dimensional pt. 2

The Company x Reader

Trigger warning: reference to past domestic/animal abuse

Really angsty but funny at the beginning.

@barbar126​

So when you finished your little '10 minutes alone in your house' test, you were actually pleasantly surprised to see everyone sitting around your living room and enjoying their tea and food without a fuss. They hadn't even taken their weapons back, and nothing was broken either. 

After that, you realized that things were probably going to go well and you can afford relax a bit. Plus... free labor. 

Around 5 or so days pass by without much incident (of course showing them how to use the bathroom was awful since they didn't seem to grasp the fact that the water just comes out of the showerhead and they don't need to fill anything... and that the water could actually be warm if they waited for 10 damn seconds).

You made the mistake of not telling the 'dwarf' known as Dwalin to wait while you got everything set up, and when you turned he had already been half-naked. 

Suffice to say, you screamed so loud that a bunch of those 'dwarves' came running over with weapons drawn and everything. 

You're going to have to make a spray bottle and spritz them when they pull out their pointy things like that, but only after you're 100% sure they won't shank you for it. 

The first time they saw your barn full of horses, cows, goats, and some sheep they were excited, and when they saw your aquarium room with all your fish and the terrariums with your snakes and turtle that you pet sit, they were a little more nervous. 

The youngest, who you know to be Ori, had asked if the reptiles would eat them, but you only smiled and said, "Not unless I tell them too." You can't actually make them attack the dwarves, but it's best to keep them on their toes. 

You decided to 'employ' all of them to help you take care of the animals, though you don't really need it, and may I say that the sight of your tiny hamsters, rabbit, and turtle being held in big 'man' hands is probably the cutest thing you've ever seen. 

Yeti has also betrayed you, for he has fallen in love with that blond 'hobbit' known as Bilbo, and will only listen to him. If you had known Yeti would drop everything and have an affair the moment you turned your back, you would've sent them away (not really). The first time Yeti refused to come to you while he was snuggling the small hobbit shattered your heart. The betrayal shot through you like a poison arrow and spread throughout your whole body, leaving nothing in its wake other than sorrow and pain. 

You got called dramatic for that. 

"Fine! I don't need you anyway, Yeti! I've got Copper!" You cried, much to the amusement of your guests. 

To be honest, you act like a total nut job with the sole purpose of bringing some joy into their everyday lives... and to keep them underestimating you in case things go south. 

The quieter Balin seemed to take to your cat Butterscotch immediately, and now you rarely see him without ole Scotch in his lap. Your other two cats Midnight and Mittens were a little less pleased to have so many people around them, but they tolerated the dwarves and eventually got to petting terms with them. 

The brothers Fili and Kili (you keep mixing them up, you're ashamed to admit) seemed to like your rabbit and hamsters the most. After you showed them how to feed the little fluffy boi's and how to open their cages, you often found them walking around holding them in their arms. It's very cute.

Thorin, the leader of this entourage, acts like he doesn't care for any of them, but you saw that bastard feeding Copper scraps under the table when he thought you weren't looking. And, apparently, Mittens kinda likes him which is interesting. 

It's been only 5 days, but you found yourself becoming fond of the lot of them rather quickly, and they to you (though you don't know that).

You have two spare bedrooms with medium-sized beds, the love seat, long couches, and a chair in your living room, and a small couch in your bedroom too. You decided that moving the couch out to one of the other guest bedrooms would be beneficial, but it'll take some time so you were postponing it. 

Now is as good of a time as any, you suppose. 

You had been feeding your fish with Nori and Ori, and when the inspiration to move the couch hit you, you handed them the shaker and said, "Be careful not to overfeed them, otherwise they will explode and I will cry." You make your way to the door and pause, "A lot." 

With that, you leave toward the stairs, and Copper rises from his spot next to Thorin (you feel weird not saying Mr. before) to follow after you. 

"Oh, here's my good little boy!" You kneel down and squish his fluffy face, making over-exaggerated smooching noises as you kiss the top of his head and his snout, "Who's a good boy? Who's my good boy!?" You ask in a baby voice, scratching his back and petting him all over. His tail wags excitedly as you smother him in affection, and it only makes your heart melt, "You would never betray mommy, no you wouldn't! You wouldn't ditch me for a hobbit, would you baby? Oh, I love you." smooch, "so," smooch, "much!" You kiss the top of his head one more time, then stand back up with a bright smile on your face. 

Someone clears their throat behind you, so you turn and see the majority of the intruders standing behind you. Some of them look amused, a few disturbed, and others are actually laughing. 

"What?" You ask indignantly, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment. You forget that there are others in the house who aren't use to your animated way of talking to your babies.

"You have quite an interesting way of speaking with your animals." Mr. Thorin asshole Oakenshield states (he's actually a pretty nice guy). 

You can't even help the violent blush from spreading across your cheeks, "D-Don't talk to me like that!" You exclaim, pouting rather childishly. "Copper! Attack!" You yell, pointing in his general direction.

A few of them stiffen, but Copper just kinda lazily ambles over and sits down in the middle of the dwarves, making you gasp dramatically. There's some more laughter, and while you knew Copper wouldn't actually attack them, it did nothing to ease how flustered you are like you thought it would. 

You throw your arms up in the air in defeat and yell exasperatedly, "Fine! Have fun laughing while I put small animals in your things!" You don't wait around to see how they react and instead walk up the stairs and head to your room to begin moving the couch.

There's some murmuring that you can hear down below. 

"Did we actually offend her?" Someone whispers.

You don't know their voices well enough to decipher who is who, yet, but their conversation actually warms your heart a bit. 

"We didn't, did we? I only found it to be slightly amusing, and cute..." Another voice states. 

"Yeah, it was cute, t-the dog I mean..." 

Ooh, they think you're cute. Nice. 

You decide that you should stop eavesdropping and go ahead and start moving the couch. Or try at least. 

At first, you try pushing it, but the carpet simply doesn't allow for it, so you instead try to pull it, but that doesn't work either. Then, you crouch down and manage to lift it slightly from the ground, and so you, still gripping the gap beneath it, slowly walk back with it a few steps. You only manage to make it about 3 feet before you have to take a breather though. 

You do that 4 more times, and eventually, you make it to the still-open, door. Once you get it there you stop and lean against it, panting quietly from the exertion. 

For about a minute you stand there, and once you've caught your breath somewhat you lean back down and lift it as much as you can again and begin dragging it backward. You make some grunting noises from your effort and breathe out loudly when you drop it 2 feet later, standing up straight since the position is making your back hurt. 

You bury your head in your hands and groan dramatically, "I'm a failureeeee!"

"Are you okay?" Someone says behind you suddenly. 

You turn your head a bit and see one of the brothers, the brown-haired one, Kili you think (or was it Fili?), on the stairs looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, so you drop your hands back to your side. 

"Just peachy. Do you need help with something?" You ask, wiping your hands on your jeans. 

He shakes his head no, then glances at the heavy couch you're trying to move. "No, but it looks like you do." 

You look down at the couch, then back at him and shake your head, "No, no I've got this. I've just gotta bring it across the hall over there." You point towards the end of the catwalk, but your resolve diminishes slightly when you realize just how far it is. Of course, you don't retract your denial since you don't want to look stupid. "All good over here." 

You turn your back to him again and go back to your little system of lifting it slowly, pulling it back a few feet, then dropping it. 

Honestly, it's painful to watch. 

He then asks again, "Are you sure... you do not need help?" 

You shake your head 'no' and don't bother turning or answering verbally this time (definitely not because you're out of breath), instead you just do the same process again and finally pull the damn thing all the way through your door. 

"S-See? I've got it all under control!" You look over at him with a weary and very unconvincing smile. Damn, you don't even believe it yourself. 

"Hey Fili, come here!" He calls suddenly, not acknowledging your assurance that you're all good. 

Oh great, now they're gonna watch you fail together and make fun of you. 

You huff indignantly and turn away, moving to pick it up again and, hopefully, arrive at your destination before you can be embarrassed anymore today. 

Heavy footsteps ascend up the stairs and you groan internally, but continue nonetheless.

"What is it?" You hear him ask Kili (now you've got it), "Oh, uh, what is she doing?" 

You do your best to tune them out and just go about your business. When you drop the couch this next time, though, you kinda just stand there for a moment and wait for your back to stop hurting. 

A voice then pipes up next to you, "Allow us." 

You look down at the blond dwarf with surprise, not having heard him approach, "Um, I don't know if you'll be able to..." Your eyes drift over to Kili (you know that's his name for sure this time) who is at the opposite end of the furniture, and when he lifts it, it goes up much higher than what you managed. 

How is that even possible? They're smaller than you are! In height, at least... Okay, actually maybe it does make sense since, as stated 5 days ago, these bitches are thicc👌.

"Okay." You don't see the point in arguing any further and just step out of the way (plus you hate physical labor), watching as they carry the whole couch to the other room in record time. Now you just feel silly, having so adamantly refused any assistance when the job effort was cut in half in literal seconds. 

After a few moments of just standing there, you follow and go into the room, seeing that they've already placed it in a free space in the room. 

"Is this alright?" Kili asks, looking over at you with a slightly smug expression. 

You just nod dumbly, looking between them and the couch a few times, "I don't...," you pause before you finish that thought, squinting at the couch, "Move it a little to the left." 

They do just that, and when it's done you smile brightly, "Looks good. Thank you." 

Fili opens his mouth to say something, but a loud knock on your door and barking from Copper and Yeti silences him. 

You spin around on your heel and look downstairs frantically at the entrance, seeing a distorted figure through the wavy glass of your front door. Your eyes go wide, and you turn back to the two brothers, "Don't go outside!" 

You then race downstairs, the two following close behind, and wave everyone looking at the door over to you, "Go hide over there," you point to an area out of sight from the front door. You smile and say, "Good boys!" out of habit, but another knock keeps you from getting embarrassed.

You start to run over to the door, but pause and run back to say, "And don't leave this area. I don't know who's here." 

A louder knock resounds throughout your main room, and you yell, "I'm coming! Just give me a moment!" Once they're all hidden away, you make your way over and open the front door. 

Your face falls immediately, "Erick... what are you doing here?" Suddenly all the confidence and joy washes out of you, leaving nothing but a barren wasteland of confusion and dismay.

The man at your doorway, Erick, looks down at you with a blank stare, then down at your dogs. A smile comes to his face and he says, "Hey, Copper! I've missed you, buddy!" 

Copper doesn't go up to him, instead he growls a bit and you feel satisfied about it. Yeti just turns away and goes to where everyone else is hiding, no doubt to look for Bilbo.

Erick steps forward a bit and goes to pet him, but you snap, "Hey! Leave him alone. What do you want?" 

When you ask what he wants, he steps back out onto the patio and glares at Copper briefly before looking back at you, "I just came by to see Copper, is all. He's my dog too you know." 

His words make your blood boil, but you try to keep your cool and instead shake your head, "No, the moment you raised your hand to him he was no longer your dog. And I doubt you made a trip all the way here just to see him. Just tell me what you want so I can get back to my day." 

His fists clench at his sides and you unconsciously flinch but maintain eye contact. "Fine, you're right. I came to take him back home with me."

"What?" You ask incredulously, looking down at Copper's sweet face, then back up at him. "Yeah, no way, he's my fucking dog." 

"Yes way, he was our dog, and being as I bought him for you and paid all his bills before you began this worthless animal sitting shit, I have more of a right to him than you." His voice sounds so smug, and his smirk makes you sick to your stomach

"You only bought him for me because you needed something to make me stick around." You argue, "Why are you doing this now? Why not last week? Or tomorrow? Or literally any other time? Why did you have to come by without even calling me in advance?" 

He crosses his arms and leans forward intimidatingly, purposefully looming just to unnerve you, "Because I want my dog back." 

Oh, you know exactly what he's doing. Copper is precious to you in more ways than one, and after your not so great breakup with this slimy bastard, he looked for every way to piss you off and fuck you over. You can't count on two hands how many times he threatened Copper's well-being just to force you to do something. He thinks that by taking Copper now he can psych you out and make you come back to him. And, well, he probably can, but there's no way you're going to just give Copper to him. 

"Over my dead freaking body." You snap back, crossing your arms much like he did, "I can pay you back for everything in cash, but he's not going anywhere with you." 

"Yes, he is. I've got the receipts to prove it too. Give him to me or I take you to court." 

Oh, this fucker. 

"Then fucking take me to court!" You stand your ground and shake your head, taking a calming breath so you don't explode, "Why can't you just leave us alone? Copper is my dog, I love him so much, and you know that! I'm sorry I broke up with you and it hurt your feelings, but you have to leave him out of this! Isn't there something else I can give you? Like my money?" 

"Well... I suppose I can make this all go away." He suddenly says, a smirk curling upon his lips and he leans down slightly.

You don't dare hope that he's going to say something rational. "How?" 

"Just let me take you out on one more date, I'll show you that I'm not that guy anymore." He attempts a 'sweet' and 'apologetic' smile, but you can see right through him, "I didn't even mean to hit him anyways." Just as you expected. 

You lean back when he gets closer and your nose scrunches up distastefully. "Um, yeah, you didn't mean to hit him because you meant to hit me, or did you forget about that? I'm not going anywhere with you. End of discussion." At this point, you've completely forgotten about the 14 people hiding not 20 feet away. You're just so damn angry you can't even think straight. 

"Then I'm going to take him back home with me. And if he happens to get out and run into the middle of the road... well, my dog door doesn't lock, as you know." 

You recoil at his hateful, disgusting words and feel a spark of emotion shoot through you, "I w-won't let you take him. He's been through enough because of you!" In a way you're expressing your own frustrations through Copper, speaking about him in a way that conveys what you're actually feeling too. "Please, Erick just leave us alone. I can pay you back for the things you got him, that way you haven't lost anything." 

"Except for you." He tries to sound disappointed and regretful, but you know he isn't. He isn't. "You know I love you..." 

For a split second you almost believe him, but you shove that trust away as soon as it appears. It took you a long time to get to where you are today, and you're not about to relapse and start forgiving him again now. "You don't love me, Erick, you love to control me. I left, and that's your fault!"

"If you won't get back with me, then give me Copper and I'll leave you alone." 

Great, an ultimatum. 

Yes, having this prick leave you alone for good would be wonderful, but sending that innocent fluff ball with him is a death sentence. You don't know what he did to him when you weren't home if he did anything at all, but you loathe the thought of Copper being at his mercy (mostly because he has none). 

Copper was the only ray of light in your dark life then. He was your only solace, your beacon of hope, and your only ally when Erick made you drive everyone else away. In some ways, you'd first die then part with him. 

"No! I already said I'm not going to give him to you! You only gave him to me so you could use him against me anyways! You don't love him, and you don't love me. You're crazy."

He glares daggers into you but doesn't reply to that. Then steps to the side and whistles, "Copper, come here." 

Copper's ears twitch, but he doesn't move to get up. He's scared. 

When Copper doesn't move Erick begins to step inside, but you get in front of him and glare up at him, "Hey! You can't come in here, Erick!" 

He doesn't move at first, clearly not having expected you to stand up to him physically like that. 

"This doesn't have to be difficult, Y/N. Just give me his leash and we'll be on our way." 

"Over. My. Dead. Body!" You repeat, reaching back to push Copper away a bit and urge him to run off. 

"That can be arranged." He hisses, a dangerous glint gleaming in his eyes.

"Hey, g-get away from me!" You shrink back and start to step away, but he reaches up and grabs your wrists, causing you to physically cringe when his skin meets yours. "D-Don't touch me!" You cry in alarm, hearing some shuffling from the very place you hid your new friends. The new friends that you instructed not to come out. Copper stands up when you start to shout and he barks at Erick, but he only ignores your good little floofer and shakes you a bit.

"You were so much better when you listened!" He snaps, releasing one of your hands to grab your face in a bruising grip.

"Stop!" You yell louder, voice slightly muffled and intended for both him and the no doubt distressed dwarves and hobbit. One of your knees comes up almost on its own, and though it doesn't quite hit it's target, it does hit his stomach. His grip on you loosens, so you wrench your wrist from his grasp and shove him backwards out your door, causing him to land on his butt on the wood deck. 

"Did you really just do that?!" He screams, staggering to his feet with murder in his eyes as he moves to come back inside. "You're gonna fucking wish you-"

He reaches towards you, but you slam the door on his fingers before he can come any closer or finish his threat. A loud cry of pain comes from in front of you, but you slam your door instead of going to look. You turn all the locks quickly and step back from it, tripping over your own feet and falling on your butt much like he did when he starts to bang on your door from the other side. 

"Give me that damn dog, Y/N! I will get a judge involved! I'll sue you for assault and robbery!" 

He continues to scream and break things outside your door, and at some point you wrap Copper up in a tight hug, sniffling softly from a mixture of both relief and fright. 

Erick screams every curse in the book. He screams violent threats against your animals, describing what he's going to do if he ever get's his hands on them, all the ways he's going to hurt you. How he wants you to die, and how he'll kill you if you ever cross paths again.

You don't know how long he goes at it, yelling these hateful and threatening things at you and your poor animals, but eventually, he quiets. With one final kick at your door and exclamation about how he's going to get you for this, he leaves. 

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest, and you're unable to move for a little bit until Copper's cool nose presses against your cheek gently. 

He's shaking (or maybe that's you), you notice, so you stroke his head gently and mumble, "Hey, it's okay sweetheart... It's okay." You don't know if he can understand you, but your voice seems to calm him regardless. Despite being slightly traumatized, you're actually a little proud of yourself for standing up for yourself and Copper like that. 

More shuffling registers from behind you, but you don't turn to look. You don't want them to see your tears, even if you consider them your friends. People are horrible, and when they see someone like you as you are now they either pity you needlessly, or see someone they can take advantage of. And you're done being taken advantage of.

You just continue to sit there on the ground, hugging Copper's fuzzy head to your chest while you whisper comforting things to him, sniffling occasionally while you wait for your violent trembling to cease. 

A few minutes pass of complete silence, you could probably hear a fly landing on something with how quiet it is. There is nothing you loathe more at this moment then having to face the people behind you, but you stand up anyways. 

"Miss Y/N?" 

Ah, you recognize that voice. It's the hobbit Bilbo, and it sounds like he doesn't know what to say.

You ignore him calling your name and just dance around the topic and try to make a joke out of it by stating, "W-Well that was awkward, wasn't it? I didn't think this is how our day would go." You don't turn to face them, shoulders stiff while you look at Copper's sweet face and try to keep your tears at bay, "I... I don't feel so good all of a sudden. I think I'm going to retire early tonight." Your voice is soft and weak, heavy from crying, and you just feel humiliated all around (especially at the way your voice breaks when you attempt a laugh).

You turn slowly and force a smile, one much too bright and cheery to be paired with your puffy eyes and heart-wrenchingly frail demeanor. "H-Help yourself to my kitchen." 

You cannot stand the expressions on their faces, even the half-deaf one heard everything, so you turn your gaze down to your feet and, without another word, make a bee-line for the stairs and practically run up them with Copper and Butterscotch on your heels. Even Yeti follows after you. "Good night!" You rush out before slamming your bedroom door, avoiding the same 14 pairs of eyes still trained on you. 

If you had taken a little longer to look at them, you would've seen more than pity though. Some of them held anger, some looked sad and empathetic, and some were simply shocked or upset themselves. They've seen nothing but the strong-willed and funny part of you, so seeing that... 

It seems that your distress has affected the mood of this company quite a bit more than you realize. 

[autistic-girl-academic]

Cookie Run OCs

gdi apparently one of the cookies in cr kingdom is named licorice cookie so screw it i’m biting the bullet and posting my half-baked (ha) oc ideas now even if some of them have already been taken anyway. sorry there’s no art bc i’m terrible with digital stuff and can’t access a scanner to upload my drawings. there are almost certainly going to be more to come later because this game refuses to leave my brain.

Black Licorice Cookie: The powerfully astringent flavor of black licorice certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste - and that’s just the way Black Licorice Cookie likes it! This daredevil of a Cookie loves nothing more than testing her limits, so she’s always on the lookout for something to get her adrenaline pumping. That doesn’t mean she isn’t without her sweet side, however, which comes out most strongly when protecting her precious little sister. Get between them at your own risk!

Red Licorice Cookie (Sibling): Don’t mess with my little sis if you know what’s good for you!

Mustard Cookie (Trust): Nobody else gets me like Mustard Cookie does!

Kiwi Cookie (Friendly): Hey, I’ve got an idea for some cool bike tricks!

Roll Cake Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride in that road roller and smashing things is such a rush! WHOO!

Initially I had the mental image of her as a Cookie with a web design and a spider pet, but then Truffle Cookie came out, so now I pretty much picture her skill being that she runs a Ninja-Warrior-style obstacle course or something. Maybe her pet could be a black cat instead?

Red Licorice Cookie: Between the fruity fragrance of her signature red hair and her sweet, outgoing personality, it’s no surprise that this Cookie is so popular! Red Licorice Cookie is a champion at gymnastics with plenty of fans, and performing with the ribbon is where she shines the most. She and her older twin sister might be as different as night and day, but their bond is as strong as a thousand strands of licorice twisted together!

Black Licorice Cookie (Sibling): I’ve got the coolest big sis in the world!

Cheerleader Cookie (Trust): Cheerleader Cooke is my BFF!

Yoga Cookie (Friendly): She’s helped me train to be much more flexible for my routines.

Skating Queen Cookie (Admiration): I can’t believe I actually got her autograph!

At first I imagined her as being a sort of epic version of Cheerleader Cookie, performing double dutch with a few friends much like the cheer team. Her pet would be a charm bracelet.

Oatmeal Cookie: Every day at the crack of dawn, this dutiful cowgirl is already hard at work, keeping a watchful eye over her herd with the help of her trusty steed, Raisin. If even a single cow goes missing, Oatmeal Cookie won’t rest until she’s got them home safe and sound. The tricks she can perform with a lasso will certainly knock your socks off! And when the sun starts to set, you can hear the sound of her yodeling from far across the plains.

Peanut Butter Cookie (Family): I’m the luckiest Cookie alive to have such a beautiful gal as you...

Knight Cookie (Friendly): You sure know how to burn the breeze!

Adventurer Cookie (Friendly): Nice hat ya got there, pardner!

Space Doughnut (Tension): Hey, stop spookin’ my herd!

Her skill would probably involve dodging obstacles on her horse while catching some runaway cows, and her pet would be a cowbell.

Peanut Butter Cookie: There’s nothing better for a boost of energy than some delicious, nutritious peanut butter! And forest ranger Peanut Butter Cookie definitely needs that energy, as she spends every day traversing the woods to keep them safe. Whether she’s helping Cookies who have gotten lost find their way home or rescuing woodland critters from danger, you can always depend on Peanut Butter Cookie. She’s especially fond of younger Cookies and enjoys teaching them wilderness survival skills.

Oatmeal Cookie (Family): She and I pack each others’ lunches every day.

Pancake Cookie (Friendly): Be careful climbing trees for those Acorn Jellies, dear!

Cream Puff Cookie (Friendly): I’m sure you’ll get that spell right next time, hun.

Fig Cookie (Trust): They’re always eager for me to tell them stories.

Fire Spirit Cookie (Tension): You keep those flames away from the forest, you hear?

You can probably tell by now that I’ve put like 0 thought into any of my Cookie OC’s skills. Anyway, her pet would be a bear that she helped when it was a cub, who shows up to help her by smashing obstacles.

Coconut Cookie: The Tropical Soda Archipelago has a long history of telling stories through traditional dance. Coconut Cookie comes from a long line of those dancers, and Cookies will flock from every island to watch her perform. Crowned with a garland of bright yellow coconut blossoms, she moves with the utmost rhythm and grace. It’s said that she practices every day so that she can bring peace and good fortune to the islands.

Mango Cookie (Trust): My best friend since we were little - I remember his very first boat!

Ananas Dragon Cookie (Admiration): The Dragon honored my ancestors by praising their dances.

Soda Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride on the waves is the best, isn’t it?

Squid Ink Cookie (Friendly): Poor little thing, there’s no need to be shy.

My first thought was for her to make a sort of bubble shield out of coconut oil, like Lemonade Cookie but without the magnetic effect (maybe slower energy drain instead?) - I’m still undecided about it though. Her pet would be a bunch of coconuts who make coconut milk potions. Also, I picture her being related to Artichoke Cookie, but he’s not in Ovenbreak...YET? (pls devsis)

Honeycomb Cookie: Out in a charming little cottage atop a hill lives Honeycomb Cookie - and her many hives of Jelly Bees. Years upon years of working with the bees has allowed her to understand them so well, it’s almost as if she talks to them! If you happen to arrive on her doorstep, you can be sure that she’ll treat you to some delicious tea sweetened with honey and send you on your way with a basket of homemade treats.

Herb Cookie (Family): My cute little grandson certainly inherited the family green thumb.

Spinach Cookie (Trust): Oh, how sweet of you to bring me a basket of vegetables, dearie!

Fairy Cookie (Friendly): Ah, you’re so small I mistook you for another bee.

Matcha Cookie (Friendly): A bit of a strange one, but it’s nice to have some laughter over tea.

Not sure what her skill would be, but I think her pet would be a queen Jelly Bee that grows from a baby to an adult as you collect more jellies.

Souffle Cookie: A chef famous for turning simple Jellies into extravagant and delicious meals. Though he can come off as strict and a bit intimidating, he truly does care about creating good food for every Cookie who comes to his restaurant. Souffle Cookie is quite the perfectionist, so if a recipe doesn’t come out as planned, he tends to sulk so badly that even his fluffy chef’s hat deflates! But it never lasts long before he throws himself back into his work with renewed passion.

Sparkling Cookie (Trust): My cooking and your juice is the ultimate combination!

Sandwich Cookie (Admiration): To create such simple but delicious meals...C’est magnifique!

Mala Sauce Cookie (Friendly): Just watch, I’ll create a meal more than spicy enough to satisfy you!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie (Tension): I am NEVER using your syrup as a ‘secret ingredient’ EVER again!

Again, not sure what his skill would be, but maybe his pet could be a spoon. Sous-chef Spoon?

Rainbow Sugar Cookie: Sugar Cookie was always painfully shy and never considered herself all that important. However, everything changed when she met Rainbow Puff, a creature who begged for her help in protecting the happiness of Cookies everywhere from the wicked Dark Puffs. Bestowed with a magical wand, she becomes Rainbow Sugar Cookie, chasing away darkness with prisms of joyous light! RAINBOW...BEAM!

Pink Choco Cookie (Trust): The two of us would make a perfect team!

Wind Archer Cookie (Admiration): Wow...what an amazing warrior...

Sandwich Cookie (Friendly): She makes the best toast as a snack on the way to school!

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Rival): I won’t let a villain like you make other Cookies suffer!

Pomegranate Cookie (Tension): Why are you helping the Darkness?

Originally her name was Glitter Cookie, but then Shining Glitter Cookie got announced. In any case, she’d pretty much be an epic version of Wind Archer Cookie, fighting a big ‘boss’ monster once enough little ones were defeated with her magic.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie: Trick or treat! Wait, is it Halloween already? The answer doesn’t really matter to this young Cookie, who loves trick-or-treating so much that they never take their costume off! If you don’t have Jellies to give, then get ready for a mischievous trick! But if there’s one thing they love more than getting treats, it’s sharing them with friends, so don’t be shy and join in the fun!

Candy Corn Cookie (Trust): My bestest trick-or-treating buddy!

Devil Cookie (Admiration): WOW! What a great costume!

Apple Cookie (Friendly): Here, candy apples!

Onion Cookie (Friendly): Trick o- um, please don’t cry...

Vampire Cookie (Tension): Hey, don’t fall asleep when I’m trying to trick you!

I thought I was in the clear with this OC when we got Truffle Cookie for Halloween...but then Pumpkin Cookie was an NPC later, lol. At least the name was an easy change. Their skill would basically be like a slower version of Chestnut’s, where you go up to houses and trick-or-treat.

Candy Corn Cookie: This Cookie used to be a scarecrow who stood in the middle of a big field of candy corn. However, they wanted to travel the world, so one night they wished upon a star...and miraculously, their wish was granted! Bursting with curiosity, Candy Corn Cookie is full of questions about everything they see. They still have a habit of chasing birds wherever they go, though.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie (Trust): This ‘trick-or-treat’ thing is really fun!

Alchemist Cookie (Admiration): Wow, this Cookie knows lots of things!

Blueberry Pie Cookie (Friendly): Ooh, what’s in all these ‘book’ things?

Mocha Ray Cookie (Friendly): Cookies can really live under the sea? WOW!

Carrot Cookie (Tension): Aw, I don’t wanna go back to the farm yet!

Candy corn apparently used to be called ‘chicken feed’, so their pet would probably be a chicken. Again, not sure about the skill.

[geeky-marie]

Good Luck Charm

Dewey Finn x Reader ( Female)

School of Rock 

N/A: Well it’s starts with a small idea and I write it in a few hours. It end to be way more soft and fluff that I wanted at first. I wanted to have a little Smut in it but, I think it wouldn’t fit right. So, here a fluffy Dewey Finn. 

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

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The kids were in panic. Miss Mullins, nervously biting his nails, was trying to calm them. The technician guy, unhappy, was growling about his time in a more popular band where this kind of situation would never happen. And there, in a little corner of the room, was you. Your phone glued to your ear, trying to calm a horrifying late and swearing Dewey Finn, stuck in the traffic.

“ I swear Y/N, the old cow in front of me must think that the hallway is a parking or something … fuck, maybe she’s dead in her car and her foot is on the break ! Come on, I'm laate to my shooww “ 

Trying to not laughing, you try to keep your mind clear. 

“ We will find a solution, you have some time. But, most important, Dewey, do you have it? “ 

“ Yes of course I have it Y/N! I didn’t go of my gig for nothing!” 

Dewey didn’t have the intention or the need to go out after the afternoon practice if it hadn’t been of Lawrence. You had noticed, during the repetition that the young boy wasn’t like usual, or at least was playing with less facility that normal. Concern and with the help of Dewey, you had tried to find out what’s happened.

“ Come on Lawrence, what’s the matter dude?” 

“ You can tell us, we see that something is bothering you...are you anxious for tonight?” You asked, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“ No, that’s...that’s stupid” The boy replied, looking at his shoes. 

“ Stupid like, I think at my math homework or stupid like I love a girl and she’s stuck in my brain ? Because we could do a song about that !” Dewey asked, his eyes sparkling at the idea. 

“ Dewey “ You sighed. “ I’m sure it’s not stupid Lawrence” 

“ I forgot at school the good luck charm my grandmother gave me, I have it at each one of our concerts...I can play well without it” He confessed, his cheeks turning pink under your gaze. 

“ I’m sure you can play without it, it’s not luck who makes you’re a great musician it’s...” You started before being abruptly interrupted by Dewey. 

“ I’ll go get it “ He says, already taking his car keys. “ We don’t play with luck” 

After reflection, letting Dewey go himself was a stupid idea. But, nobody could have predicted the road accident whose block a part of the hallway and create a huge traffic. But, you were now at twenty minute of going on stage and the second guitars and principal singer is missing. 

“Miss Y/N, it’s almost our turn, the owner asks what we do...”

You didn’t see Summer coming. As the manager, she was perfect. Always master of herself, calm and sure of his decision for the good of the band. But, you knew that after all, she’s just a kid and she must feel lost and anxious like everybody in the room. 

“ Summer tell them to...” Dewey start to yell in the phone before you interrupt him, scared of the end of the sentence in his state of mind. Even if he had made great progress since he teaches to the children, the man still had his temper and could have a dirty mouth. 

“ Dewey, try your best to coming the faster you can. I will find a solution.” You reply, hanging out before he could answer. 

In fact, you have an idea. You didn’t like it, but it was better that cancel the performance, disappoint everybody and showing to the kids that it better to give up at the first difficulty. 

“ Summer, tell everybody we will play. Say to Lawrence that is item is in the crowd almost in his pocket. Tell Billy to bring me the uniform of Dewey and his sewing kit and ask to Miss Mullins to come with me“ Closing briefly your eyes trying to stop your anxiety, you take a breath “ I will take Dewey’s place “

As a smart child, Summer only nod of the head knowing that you didn’t come with this solution if you knew that you couldn’t do it. Soon, everybody had been informed of the plan and Miss Mullins had gracefully agree to wear your jeans in exchange of his above the knee black skirt.    

“ I only have one question” The young and small manager tell, looking at the way too large for you uniform of Dewey, Billy was caring “ How will you make it fit on you ?” 

Smiling at the girl, you wink at Billy who’s automatically smile back at the challenge.  

“ That, Summer it’s why is always important to have a needle, safety pins and some creativity” You respond, putting your left arm in the sleeve of the white shirt. 

Your knees are weak and your heart was racing in your chest. When, at only a few inches of the colorful stage, you put the strap of Dewey guitar on your shoulder. You knew that the guitar wasn’t really heavier. But, you still feel it like it hadn’t the same weight that the last time Dewey put it in your hand.Few months ago, in one of your movie nights, he had insisted to hear you play, even if you had protested that you weren't great like him. It was that night too, after watching you play on his precious guitar that he had kissed you for the first time. 

“ And now, please welcome THE SCHOOL OF ROCK !” 

Taking a deep breath, you gave a look at the small faces of these group of talented child, summoning the inner Dewey whose sleep in you and step on stage.

*******

Dewey was running as fast as he can, showing his backstage pass at every bodyguard trying to stop him. In his pocket, the large and heavy coin of Lawrence was bouncing at each move. 

He was almost at the end of one of the side corridors leading to the backstage when he heard it. The first chord of Teacher pet like only Zach knew to do it, and then, the second guitar. The first feeling punch him in the stomach, they replace him, like his previous band. Then, jealousy, anger and finally the guilt. It was is idea to go get the item of Lawrence. They only do what they teach them : The show must always go on.   

It was only when he heard the feminine voice starting to sing that he starts to run again, changing the way of his trajectory. Open the first door at his right, ending in the front row, he lifted his head. 

There, wearing an identical uniform as his, minus the short who were substitute by a pencil black skirt, his girl was playing and signing like a fucking rock goddess. Holy shit, even his own guitar look better when you were playing with it on that outfit. Well, he had noticed that everything look better when he was with you, but dress like that you just look like a living dream. Or maybe he just discovers a new kink he have only for you. Damn it, one day he will truly have to marry you.

Jumping on place like the rest of the crowd, smiling and shouting, he waited for the end of the song before rushing backstage to put his spare uniform. 

You didn’t start the second song yet, waving at the clapping crowd, when he pop at the side on the stage. Smiling at you like the Cheshire cat. 

Rushing behind the curtain, you rapidly remove the guitar putting it in his hand. 

“ Omg baby you were amazing !!” Dewey shout, kissing you without letting you answer. “ and that uniform, where do you find it ?”  

“ It’s your uniform, now shut up and go, they wait for you !” You say laughing after his kiss. 

“ Keep it like that !!” He tell before jumping on stage. 

The rest of the night was perfect. The show had finished with two encores and everybody came back in the dressing room sweaty but, way more relaxed. 

Sit on the couch of the room, back in your jeans and shirt, you listen to Lawrence explaining to you his good luck coin. Once on stage, the first thing that Dewey did was giving him back his precious possession to the young pianist. 

Lifting your gaze, you saw Dewey coming at you. He had changed his costume to his previous AC/DC shirt but didn't succeed to get down is hair. 

“ Lawrence, your parents are there and they say it's time to give me back my girlfriend, oh and back home of course. See you Monday.” 

Smiling, the young musician jump on Dewey, giving him a last hug and a thanks before heading to his parents, waiting at the door. 

“ That coin is really important for him since his grandmother die. It’s not really have a relation with luck but, for him it’s real I think” You say, watching the now happy family left. 

“ No, I think it has something to do with luck too “ Your boyfriend insist. “ Every rock star have his kind of good luck charm, it was my guitar” 

“ Was ? “ You ask pushing yourself against his warm body. 

“ Well, after tonight that change a little. Nothing go wrong when you are here. You are maybe my good luck charm after all” 

Trying to hide your large grin, you put your mouth on his. 

“ Are my kiss are lucky too ? “ You playfully ask. 

“ Well I can’t wait to be home to discover it” Dewey joke, smiling. “ and please, don’t forget the uniform.” 

Laughing, your take you bag, kind of proud and amuse of your new statue of good luck charm.   

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N/A : Like I said before, I wanted to do a little smut but, it ended up way too fluff and long to add it. So gave me a like or a comment if you want a smut second part.

 @beetlejuicecansteponme​

[defeatedbyamerechild]

Lusamine and Guzma what do you think of the Galarian forms? And Piers and Rose what do you think of the Alolan forms?

This here will be a long ask, so I added the expand button.

Galarian forms:

Lusamine: It looks like a yarn... Fluffy... But it’s much heavier. It’s like a yarn of steel... With claws...

Guzma: Yo, I like that little dude! It’s funny! Look at that, look at that beard! Hehehe! It kinda looks like a Dark Type, but Rose said it’s a Steel Type, so like... OK then, I believe him!

Lusamine: That’s a colorful little Ponita. It’s made of cotton candy...

Guzma: Aw, man... I’ll have to admit it, this guy’s cute. It’s not my type, like... literally! haha! I like the bugs more, but it’s nice enough.

Lusamine: Stylish... Like a model... But it’s an equine. The horn is deadly...

Guzma: Yeah, man... That’s kinda too much fluff and glitter for my taste. 

Lusamine: I think this one is smart. It just doesn’t know it yet...

Guzma: I mean, that’s just a slowpoke that got hit on the head by a bucket of yellow paint, man.

Lusamine: It has the shell on the wrong place. Now it’s stuck there forever... and ever... and ever...

Guzma: Well, all right. Purple paint this time... And it has like... a shell on its arm. I mean, all right, that’s better than the Slowpoke, I give you that. 

Lusamine: Oh! A brave warrior! You can see by its expression that it has fought many battles... It is not satisfied yet, though... It wants more. It craves violence...

Guzma: Dude, like, what the heck is that? What the heck is that Pokémon? I’ve never seen that thing before! That ain’t a “regional form”, there’s no other Pokémon like this! ... What is the normal form, eh? ... Far-what? ...Farfesht? Tsc, you made that up! That thing doesn’ exist!

Lusamine: I think this one looks funny.

Guzma: Hahahaha! Look at that! That’s so stupid! Hahahaha! It looks like... I don’t know, it owns a bank or something! Hahaha! It has a huge top hat! Hahahahaha! That’s great!

Lusamine: This Pokémon was crafted by Arceus from the fear and desperation of the innocent.

Guzma: I don’t know what to think of that dude... It has a charm to it, but it’s a Mr. Mime and... Mr. Mimes are kinda weird. Also what’s up with those tiny mitten hands eh? That’s so small!

Lusamine: It’s a legendary... And it’s a bird.

Guzma: Hey, that looks cool! Purple Articuno, I dig that! Nice!

Lusamine: Fighting Torchic...

Guzma: Hey, that’s cool! I mean, Zapdos is kind of a silly Pokémon normally, with all them spiky feathers and stuff... but this version has a dinosaur vibe or something, it looks cool!

Lusamine: It has black and pink flames. It’s fashionable.

Guzma: Well, it’s better than the normal version, but it’s the worst one in the trio. Hey I got a question, like... Why are like... ARTICuno, ZAPdos and MOLTres not Ice, Electric and Fire types there in Galar? I mean, what about the puns on the names?

Lusamine: Baby...

Guzma: Is that a Corsola? Man, what happened to that little buddy?... Man, it looks kinda sad... and sick... it’s... Wait, it’s a Ghost Type? Holy cow!

Lusamine: Oh, that’s Piers. He lives with us.

Guzma: Hehe, that’s neat! I like black and white! Like my hair! And Piers’ hair too... Hey, wait a second...

Lusamine: Long boy...

Guzma: Yo, these folks really look like they are ready to play some glam rock or somethin’, eh? No wonder Piers chose that as his signature!

Lusamine: It’s a walking snowball! I bet we can stack them up and make a snowman...

Guzma: Hehehehehe... That’s so cute! Look at it! Hehe it looks like a lil’ marshmallow!

Lusamine: There it is... The snowman...

Guzma: I don’t know, I don’t like that giant ball on this dude’s head. It was better before...

Lusamine: It’s a little cursed friend. It’s bound to the cursed chunk of clay it carries... But it’s cute.

Guzma: I don’t know what’s goin’ on there but can’t be worse than the Unovan form, I mean... This Pokémon is creepy as heck. You look at it and you’re like... Oh that’s cute, eh? Yeah. Right. Read its Pokédex entry and tell me how cute that is! Yikes...

Lusamine: I think it wants to bite me... Bad Stunfisk! Bad!

Guzma: It’s a trap!!! Cool! I bet stepping on one of these guys must hurt more than stepping on a lego, man! I could use it for some pranks... hehe...

Alolan forms:

Rose: Oh, well, that’s a nice mustache it has!

Piers: Sick color scheme... Now I want one of those!

Rose: Hehe! It has some silly cheeks! I miss the mustache, though... I liked it.

Piers: I’ll be honest ‘ere, this thing ain’t beautiful... But it’s cool! I’m definitely catchin’ an Alolan Rattata if I ever go to Alola!

Rose: Aww... Look at that little face! Adorable! I want to give it a hug!

Piers: That’s a weird-lookin’ Raichu... I think it’s the eyes...

Rose: Oh, look! It looks like an igloo! Hahaha how clever!

Piers: Didn’ expect to see an Ice Type in Alola... I didn’ even know they had snow there!

Rose: I like this one, it’s very.... Well... pointy! Must be pretty dangerous, though. I mean, I wouldn’t want to bump into one of these haha!

Piers: I like the huge idicles it has... That’s cool. But I gotta say I’m not a fan of the colors.

Rose: Aw!!! This is so adorable!!! It’s even cuter than the Kantonian Vulpix, and that’s not easy! I absolutely love it! Oh, Melony would adore it so much!

Piers: Another Ice Type? Are you freakin’ kiddin’ me? Where is Alola? Isn’ Alola a tropical paradise and whatev’r? 

Rose: That’s pretty impressive... I mean, Ninetails is a very noble Pokémon, very elegant! But this one took it to another level! I really like it!

Piers: Yeah, that’s... That’s a thing. I don’t know, man, I’m not a fan of this kind of Pokémon. Give it to Opal or that brat she’s trainin’, they should like it.

Rose: Oh, well, I like that it’s a steel type. It’s not much different from the Kantonian Diglett though.

Piers: That’s just a diglett with three freakin’ strands of hair. Why?

Rose: Oh! Hahaha! Now I see a huge difference! Hahaha! It has a lot of hair, eh?

Piers: What the actual Flaaffywool is that...? That looks like it came straight from the 80′s... Cool!

Rose: Well, it’s very different from the Meowth we have in Galar, that’s for sure... It’s nice, but I think I prefer the good old Galarian one!

Piers: That’s just a cat.

Rose: Oh... That’s... That’s a huge head...

Piers: That’s a heck of an ugly Perrserker... What do you mean it’s not a Perrserker, desn’ it evolve from Meowth? ... Persian? What’s a Persian?

Rose: Oh!! I love this one! Is it a Steel Type?! .... Oh... No? Well, OK! It’s still really lovely! I would love to catch one!

Piers: That’s a cool lookin’ one! I like it. I like the things on its head.

Rose: It keps getting better! Look at that, it’s great! Oh, if only it were a Steel Type...

Piers: All right, that’s a bit worse... I was expetin’ it to have more of those spikes on the head of whatever it is...

Rose: It has a mustache AND a beard! I love this Pokémon! I absolutely have to catch one of these and evolve it! THE BEARD IS MADE OF IRONSAND? That’s absolutely perfect!

Piers: Nah! No! Nope! Go back! Back to the Geodude, please! That sucks! I hate it!

Rose: Oh, that’s a very bright color for a Grimer... I don’t know, I think I prefer the Kantonian one, to be honest. But the little teeth are very cute.

Piers: That looks like the slime I made with Marnie when she was younger... Watched some tutorials in Pokétube... It was fun.

Rose: Oh, wow! It got very colorful... I don’t know, I prefer to keep things simple in terms of colors, so I still like the Kantonian one better. My personal taste.

Piers: Heh. Look at that mess! Sick... I like it... It’s a Dark Type, eh? Well, that’s even better!

Rose: Wow. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought this was a Dynamaxed Exeggutor! Good to know it’s not that big, though.

Piers: It’s kinda ridiculous... And what’s with that weird face on its tail? The more I look at it, the weirder ir gets... What? That’s a Dragon Type? But... Well, OK then...

Rose: That’s interesting,it’s a Ghost Type Marowak... A DANCING Ghost Type Marowak! Oh, it can dance pretty well, it’s very talented. That’s nice.

Piers: Hey, that’s cool... I mean, I think it’s an improvement! I like that mark on the skull... And the blue fire... I’m not super fond of blue, but like... Blue fire is always cool.

[catgirlthecrazy]

To Love and To Cherish

After being extremely mean to Jon and Martin in my last fic, I had to make it up to them with 2,000 words of domestic softness (and a side helping of character development)

AO3

Summary: What if the Scottish Honeymoon lasted through retirement? 

***

Martin was washing dishes when the fog rolled in. He didn't notice it right away. He was bent over the kitchen sink and didn't see much beyond the plates and soapy water. It wasn't until Martin straightened to work a kink out of his back that he saw the soft white curtains of vapor drifting across the yard. And Jon was down in the village at the moment, and hadn't said when he planned to come home.

When he'd first come to Scotland for years ago, that had been enough to send him into a panic attack. Slumped against the kitchen counter, knees hugged to his chest, sweating and struggling to breathe for god knew how long until Jon came home and found him like that. He'd held Martin's hand, softly rubbing circles in his palm. Come on Martin, breathe with me, he'd said, voice soft and steady as a highland cow. Breathe in to a count of ten. 

Decades had passed since then. Somewhat less since his last real panic attack. Martin knew now, with a rock solid certainty, that Jon would come back. He knew he had friends waiting for him.

Still. Martin Blackwood might not be Lonely anymore, but that didn't mean the scars couldn't ache in the wrong weather. He stared out the window into the fog, hands still dripping with suds. He could remember the day when that fog had filled his eyes and lungs and heart and mind. When he'd been certain that no one in the world cared if he lived or died, and that he would spend the rest of eternity with that numbing fog. Without even the mercy of death to look forward to.

Martin closed his eyes and breathed in. One. Two. He thought of Sophie and Rasheed, who ran the chemist's shop down in the village and invited them to dinner every once a week. Three. Four. Their children, Maryam and Noah, who Martin had known since they came home from the hospital and were now graduated from university. Five. Six. Robin and Daniel, who ran the pub that Jon and Martin went to every Wednesday, and had done so ever since taking it over from Robin's father ten years ago. Seven. Eight. Georgie and Melanie, who hosted Christmas every year down in London. Nine. Ten. Daisy and Basira, who came up to visit for two weeks every summer. Now hold.

Jon. Who woke up beside him every morning. Who could go on and on about the strangest things. Whose brusque demeanor hid a surprising depth of kindness that still delighted Martin even to this day. Who'd plunged himself into that cold and numbing fog to save Martin, and pulled him out again with love. Who'd given up his own sight for a life with Martin, away from eyes and fear. Martin breathed out to another count of ten. He opened his eyes, and the fog was just fog. Just water vapor brought about by a closeness of air temperature and dew point. He went back to washing dishes.

Some time later, something meowed at his feet. Martin looked down and smiled. "Hello Percy," he said to the regal ball of fluff twining itself around his ankles. Percy looked up and meowed again.

"Don't give me that. It's not dinner time for another hour."

Percy gave him a withering look and meowed again, as if to say You are most certainly mistaken. Your clocks must be running slow.

"I think you'll find it's your clock that needs winding, not mine."

Another plaintive meow. You must make an exception! Can you not see how I am malnourished and dying?

"Not falling for that one either."

Percy gave him a look of pure pleading, and mewed.

"That won't work on me. Jon's the cat person, not me."

Percy's expression grew more plaintive. He mewed pitifully. Martin turned back to his dishwashing before he could give into weakness.

Percy's full name was Sergeant Major Percival Pike. The naming of cats was one thing Jon and Martin had never really been able to see eye to eye on. One day many years ago, Jon had come home with a stray kitten and informed Martin that they were calling her The Commandant. Martin hadn't had the heart to argue at the time. Jon had been so adorably besotted with the tiny thing, how could he tell him no? But Martin always felt a little ridiculous calling such a squeaky little fuzzball by such a weighty title. So he'd nicknamed her Manda, and called her that until she passed away from old age in front of the fireplace. Jon had only lightly teased him for it, and Manda didn't seem to mind answering to two different names.

When they adopted their second cat, three years after rescuing Manda, Jon had wanted to name him Lord Chancellor. This time, Martin put his foot down.

Please Jon, can't we give the cat a normal name?

Jon scoffed. What self respecting cat would accept a normal name?

You think a cat's going to care if it's called Whiskers? Or Mittens? Or Fluffy?

Yes, and their owners should be hanged for lack of creativity.

In the end, they compromised, and the cat was dubbed Lord Chancellor Reginald Roberts III. Martin called him Reggie. And so it continued for every subsequent cat they owned, down to their current pair. In addition to the Sergeant Major aka Percy, they were also graced with the presence of Brigadier General Eleanor Evans, aka Ellie. People who didn't know them well sometimes assumed they actually had four cats instead of two.

The scraping of a white cane on concrete announced Jon coming up the front walk. Percy alerted to the sound and trotted over to the front door to wait. A moment later Jon came in, Ellie following closely on his heels like a mother shepherding a slow kitten. She did that often these days. There had been a time some years ago when Jon had been clipped by a drunk driver while walking up the lane, fallen into a ditch, and broken his leg. Ellie had found him on her daily ramble outside, then gone home to Martin and refused to stop screeching until he followed her to see what the problem was. She had appointed herself Jon's official outdoor chaperone ever since. Jon didn't put up with overprotectiveness from humans, but apparently he could tolerate it in cats just fine.

"Sophie and Rasheed say hello," Jon said. He shuffled over to the counter and set down two bags. One had the logo of the chemist's shop, containing the month's assorted prescriptions (arthritis medications for Jon, blood pressure and thyroid medications for Martin). The other had a container of something thick and brown and spicy-smelling. "They insisted on giving us some of their leftover curry, so I think we're having that tonight, unless you have any objections."

Martin smiled. Percy leaned his front paws on the counter walls and meowed insistently, as if to say Yes, that is clearly meant for me, please serve it up straight away. "Sounds better than omelettes. I'll go put on some rice." He leaned in to kiss Jon on the cheek.

***

The curry was excellent. Rich and warm and exactly as spicy as Jon liked it. After dinner found him and Martin on the couch, Jon leaning sleepily into Martin's shoulder. The fabric of Martin's sweater was soft against Jon's cheek, and it smelled faintly of lavender scented soap. Somewhere close by, the Sergeant Major was purring like a well oiled car engine. No doubt he was using Martin's lap as his own personal heated cat bed. Good taste in laps, that cat.

"Let's see, where did we leave off," Martin said. Jon heard the distinctive paper scrape of flipping pages. Real paper books were something of a rarity these days, but Martin wouldn't hear of replacing his collection with more convenient electronic versions. Jon couldn't afford to be as picky. Paper books were satisfying to hold, but they didn't come with built in text-to-speech software. Except when Martin owned those books, then they sort of did.

"Ah, here we are." Martin cleared his throat.

"Nevertheless I long—I pine, all my days—

to travel home and see the dawn of my return.

And if a god will wreck me yet again on the wine-dark sea,

I can bear that too, with a spirit tempered to endure."

Martin read in a calm, gentle voice. A slight shift in the cushions told him the Brigadier General was settling herself down above them on top of the couch. Aloof, but still part of things. With care, Jon reached up, found her chin, and offered scritches. The Brigadier General graciously accepted. What a picture they must make.

Jon didn't actually know what Martin looked like anymore. That was a statement that was true on a couple of different levels. Jon's mental image of Martin was still of a smiling, round-faced man with freckles in his late twenties. Jon knew Martin couldn't look like that anymore. His skin was dry and papery, his arms soft and flabby his hair thin and wispy and bald on top. And that was before considering the visual changes that other people (including Martin) commented on, like white hair and liver spots. Jon tried to overlay those facts onto his mental image of Martin, like a police artist trying to age up a photo of a long-missing person. But Jon would never know how closely that image matched the real thing.

On a deeper level though, Jon wasn't even sure if his image of young Martin was still accurate anymore. He'd made a point of memorizing every feature of Martin's face the day he'd decided to take his own sight. Every night for weeks after that, he'd conjured up the image in his mind, gone over every single detail with a mental microscope. He'd hoped that by sheer repetition Martin's face would wear a groove on his memory that could not be wiped away. But memory didn't work like that. Like an image that had been through the photocopier too many times, each act of recall changed the memory, altering and embellishing it until it was a caricature of its original form.

Once, that would have horrified Jon. He'd already had Sasha's face stolen from him, and no amount of terrible eldritch knowing power had been able to retrieve that knowledge for him. The thought of losing Martin's face? That had kept him up nights in a cold sweat. But if the decades since had taught him anything, it was this: the Not Them might have stolen Sasha's face from him, but it had also stolen every other part of her. Her voice, her laugh, even her manner. Jon still had every other part of Martin, waking up beside him each morning.

Jon awoke to gentle shaking. "Jon? Jon, you'll get a crick in your back if you fall asleep like that."

Jon grumbled and sat up. His spine screeched at him for forcing it back into a normal alignment. He grimaced. "What time is it?"

"Half past nine. You want to go to bed? Or I could make Percy let you have my lap."

Half past nine. In his younger days that barely counted as night. One of the lesser known adjustments of old age was the way it had completely obliterated his night owl tendencies. Jon considered Martin's offer. One last nap on his beloved's lap before moving to bed? "Tempting. But I think if I stay much longer I'll stick to it permanently."

With some considerable effort, Jon levered himself out of the couch. He offered a hand to help Martin up, which he readily took. "C'mere a minute," Martin said, tugging Jon gently back before Jon could turn towards the bedroom. Martin placed a hand under Jon's chin and tilted it up slightly. The gesture was both invitation and request, codified through decades of habit together. If the answer was no, Jon just needed to pull away, and that would be that.

Instead, Jon leaned in. There was the subtle but unmistakeable crackle of electricity that came before their lips met. Martin pressed his mouth into Jon's with a somewhat surprising level of intensity. Had something happened while he'd been out that day? Well, if it had, Martin would tell him. Or he wouldn't, if he didn't want to. Either way, it wasn't something Jon needed to know. Jon reached up to caress one cheek. It was dry and cracked, but covered in a soft peach fuzz he'd always been fond of. His other hand stretched around Martin's back, still soft and warm and huggable as an overlarge teddy bear. Jon might not know what Martin looked like anymore. But he didn't need to.