#olive meows into the void

[olivebigpaws]

big fan of whatever this genre of photo is

[loafthecat]

According to the poll votes it seems y’all want bread.

And a chance to ask the gang questions!!!

Alright then- guess y’all can submit asks to the ccc ocs now and they may get answered!!!!

I think Ollie is probably the best one to start with but the others will come with time! ^ ^

Sooooooo- feel free to send asks- 👀

[catboy-autism]

also ive been doing an excess amount of milfverse and rarity drawings . i will combine them just you wait

[pupsmailbox]

CAT ︰FELINE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　aina. aislin. alonzo. amaris. amaru. ash. asher. aster. aylin. bast. bastet. bengal. burmilla. butterscotch. calico. cassandra. cat. catherine. catline. catness. catrine. catriona. catsel. chacha. chancey. charm. chartreux. chat. chaton. chausie. cheshire. chichi. clover. dreametta. drowsette. dust. dustbunny. eada. elara. falin. fang. feli. felias. felicity. felin. felina. feline. felis. felius. felix. felyne. fifi. fluffy. fortuna. fortunato. fuwa. gatita. gatito. gato. george. ghost. ginger. gold. hima. hiraya. honey. hypnoticesse. kat. katelyn. katti. kiara. kiki. kissa. kit. kitlita. kitri. kittie. kittlin. kitty. kizzy. koi. koneko. korat. kovu. kätzchen. layla. leo. leon. liora. lolly. lucifer. luckita. lucky. luna. lunar. lunette. mafdet. maine. maneki. mao. marble. marie. meekine.meeko. meowesse. meowette. meowlina. meowser. meowy. mew. mewbell. mewmi. mewy. mici. micino. mimi. minette. minou. mischieffe. mist. mizuki. molly. mona. moonie. morphius. munchkin. nala. narcyz. narkissa. nebula. neko. nemuri. neoma. neomi. nova. nuka. nyamu. oliver. otto. palu. patches. pawline. platinum. plato. purmwyn. purriette. purrsie. pwounce. ragdoll. ravae. saffron. selenia. silver. simba. sleepesse. smoke. smokey. star. stone. stripes. suerte. sunny. tabby. thomas. tiger. tigger. tigris. tom. ton. tyche. tychon. valor. victor. victoria. vitami. whiskers. yue. yume. zira.

PRONOUNS ⌇　(=^･ω･^=)/(=^･ω･^=). /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\//ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\. :3/:3. >:3/>:3. ^^/^^. ^^/^^. ^w^/^w^. bean/bean. bell/bell. bite/bite. calic/calico. calico/calico. carnivore/carnivore. cat/cat. cat/like. caterwaul/caterwaul. catnip/catnip. chance/chance. charm/charm. chase/chase. chatter/chatter. che/cher. chirp/chirp. chuff/chuff. claw/claw. cle/clever. coin/coin. col/collar. collar/collar. curi/curiou. cute/cute. dark/dark. dream/dream. drow/drowsy. dust/bunny. dust/dust. dust/kitty. dustbunny/dustbunny. dustkitty/dustkitty. fae/fang. fang/fang. fang/fang.carni/carnivore. fate/fate. feli/feli. feli/feline. felicitous/felicitou. feline/feline. flu/fluffy. fluff/fluff. for/tune. fuzz/fuzz. fwu/fwuffy. ginger/ginger. grey/grey. hi/his. hiss/hisse. hunt/hunt. hunter/hunter. hx/hxm. hy/hym. hy/hymn. it/it. ix/ix. jungle/jungle. kit/kit. kit/kitten. kit/kitty. kitty/kitty. luck/luck. me/meek. meow/meow. meows/meow. mew/mew. mimimi/mimimi. mis/mischief. molly/molly. moon/moon. mrow/mrow. mrreow/mrreow. mrrp/mrrp. nap/nap. neko/neko. nim/nimble. nya/nay. nya/nya. paw/paw. pet/pet. play/play. pou/pounce. prr/prr. purr/purr. queen/queen. quiet/quiet. roar/roar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. slee/sleep. sneak/sneaky. snooze/snooze. soft/soft. star/star. stripe/stripe. tabby/tabby. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. tiger/tiger. tired/tired. tom/tom. trill/trill. void/void. whis/whisker. yawn/yawn. yowl/yowl. zhe/zher. zi/zi. zz/zz. 🍣. 🐀. 🐁. 🐅. 🐆. 🐈. 🐈‍⬛. 🐭. 🐱. 🐾. 💤. 😺. 🥛. 🥩. 🦁. 🦴. 🧶. 🧸. 🧺.

[vampseraph]

hi serasquid (seraphim + squid) (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪ can angel req sunny omori npts with fem/neu (fem preferred tho) names? TY!!!!!

sunny npts!

names

sunnie, viola, felice, dream, rain, silence, mila, cadence, cadenza, celeste, lyra, octave, solemn, souline, adriene, darcy, kerry, alice, anne, cora, hope, faith, laurel, marie, olive, ruth, tulip, charlotte, corine, nora, morgan, lilian, duet

2. pronouns

vi/vis, si/sir, sun/suns, stare/stares, eye/eyes, haunt/haunts, night/nights, dream/dreams, void/voids, meow/meows, light/lights, lone/lones, sleep/sleeps, sol/sols, duet/duets, hope/hopes, slash/slashes, stab/stabs, black/blacks, qui/quiet, song/songs, mel/melody

3. titles

the hikikomori, prn with a vivid imagination, the silent protagonist, the violinist, the daydreamer, prn who resides in headspace, prn who fears heights/drowning/spiders, prn who is haunted (by something)

[cassiopeacollective]

The Cassiopea Collective

We are a self diagnosed polyfragmented DID system

We are Anti endos (and any non trauma "systems") and would kindly ask endos and pro endos to go argue/harass/whatever the fuck you want on @mangles-cove , as it's Mangle's blog and they are an anger holder craving to argue with people

We also make sysboxes and banners on @antiendosysboxes

Our subsystem has their own blog ( @thejavamultiverse )

Our Tommyinnit introject decided to make his own blog

( @tommys-confusion )

Our DNI, About us and other stuff is under the cut

Dni

Endos/Proendos

Pro contact paraphiles

People who claim source trauma isn't real trauma

Ableists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Aphobes, and any other queerphobes.

Fakeclaimers

Israel supporters

Nsfw blogs

Anti furries, anti therians/otherkin, anti age regression/pet regression, anti paper dragons

CG5 haters

About us

Bodily 17

(French) Canadian

Bilingual

Introject heavy, non-human heavy and queer heavy

Androack (go see the link)

Unknown amount of alters

Alternates between I/Me and We/Us

Diagnosed with ADHD, Anxiety, SPD and Dyspraxia

Not completely diagnosed with autism (not sure how to explain it)

Collectively pan, arospike, asexual and polyromantic

Like to think we're funny but we make dad jokes. (Our only funny jokes are flipping off inanimate objects and threatening each others)

Other stuff

Alter list that could/will post

THIS WILL NOT BE UPDATED ANYMORE FUCK THAT SHIT WE'RE TOO MANY

( ) or parenthesis He/Him sign off is -()

(( )) or double He/She/They sign off is -(())

((( ))) or triple He/Him sign off is -((()))

Alec or Dream He/Smile/Green sign off is -🎭🗡️

Alex any masculine pronouns sign off is -🟢🔴

Ares She/They sign off is not set

Asher He/They/She/Love/♥️ sign off is -♥️

Asmodeus He/They/Dem sign off is -🟣🟠

Bee slime They/Them sign off is -🍯😁

Branzy He/Him sign off is -🟣🗡️ (Host)

Carmilla carmine She/They sign off is -🔫

Cassidy She/They/It sign off is -🔋👻

Cedric He/She sign off is -🦊

Circus baby or Elisabeth She/It sign off is -🎪🔧

Clay He/Bear sign off is his name or -🐻

Clownpierce He/It sign off is -🃏(Host)

Cyrus He/Him sign off is -🎸👓

Eret She/Her sign off is her name

Eret #1

Eret #5

Eret #6

Erkas He/Him sign off is -🐦⚫

Ezrael He/Him sign off is -⚫⚪

Flora She/They sign off is -🌸

Fred He/It sign off is his name

Gryf He/Roar/Claw/Griffe sign off is -🦁

Icarius He/They sign off is -🗡️🩸

Jake He/Him sign off is -🐎

Jigmose He/Him sign off is -🚒

Kaboodle She/Her sign off is -🐰(Host)

King He/They sign off is not set

Kristina She/Her sign off is -🎮🩸

Lucien He/Duck sign off is -🦆

Marc He/They sign off is -🕶️👑

Marshall She/They sign off is -🌈

Matpat He/Him sign off is -🔍

Music man He/It/Radio sign off is -🎵

Mysticat or Mysty any pronouns sign off is -🟠🟢

Oliver cumbucket He/Fox sign off is -🦊🍷

Pancake cat or Pancat Meow/Pancake/🥞/It/They sign off is -🥞

Ranboo He/End sign off is -🖤🤍

Sam bucket He/It/Bucket sign off is -🪣

Sandy or Wilbur ask pronouns sign off is -🥀

Sherbert They/He sign off is -🟣🟡

Slime They/Goop/Sad sign off is -💧

Sun They/It sign off is -🌞

Tommyinnit He/Him sign off is -💿

Tulin He/She/They/Bird sign off is -🕊️

Urus He/She sign off is -🐉

Wolf He/They/🐾 sign off is -🐺

XXRBWATASLRB or Flabor Void/It/He sign off is -🕳️

[timespaceandfilm]

Reinventing the Wheel - Ch 24: Radio Silence

Author: timespaceandfilm

Fic Rating: E - this fic has some NSFW content in other chapters, 18+ only

Chapter Rating: M

Pairings: Sebastian x Female Farmer

Notes: This chapter includes some alternating between Charlie's POV and Seb's.

Chapter Word Count: 15 k

Chapter Warnings: cognitive distortions, anxiety being a lil bitch, ghosting, bad/lack of communication, Sad Times in the Mines, Mines-related violence

Chapter Summary: Charlie and Sebastian try to navigate the first real problem in their relationship

Blurb:

Sebastian POV

I wake up in Charlie’s room with a purring void laying on my chest.

“Hey buddy.” My voice comes out in a rasp. Fuck how long was I out? What even happened? Where’s Charlie?

There’s a glass of water and a note on the bedside table. I move Jiji down to my lap and sit up. The water is still pretty cool. She hasn’t been gone for long. I pick up the note, taking in her somewhat messy handwriting.

Be back soon. Going to bring Sam his birthday present. 

If you wake up while I’m gone, give me a call. We need to talk.

Fuck.  

My heart thuds in my chest. 

That’s right. I fucked up.  

Again .  

I glance out the window. The golden light of the sunset is reflecting off the lake by Charlie’s chicken coop. Has me thinking about our first night together. The way that same golden light had her hair aglow as she laid across the bed with me, her gorgeous features radiating the pleasure I made her feel. How she was so trusting and so willing to open herself up to me.

And what did I do with that trust? Fucking tossed it in the garbage and lit it on fire pretty much. Accused her of lying behind my back when all she’s ever done is be honest, or at least be honest about not being able to be honest. I just had to let my emotions get the better of me. Had to go and do some stupid shit even with her warning me not to.

Jiji sits up and rubs his head against my chest.

“I fucked up, Jiji.”

Meow.

“I don’t deserve her.”

Meow.

“After everything she’s done for me, this is how I repay her?”

Meow.

I keep petting the lil guy for a while, trying to get nice and covered in his fur. The perfect Demetrius repellent. The thought of Demetrius has more memories flashing through my head. Why did him walking away that afternoon trigger me so bad? I try to focus on that memory, replaying it over and over in my head until suddenly the memory changes. 

Now it’s not Demetrius walking away, it’s a taller man with dark hair and olive-toned skin. My father. And he’s not walking up the basement stairs. He’s walking out the front door. I’m tiny and I’m on the floor and Daddy is walking out the door with a suitcase in his hand and a black, wide-brimmed hat on his head.

I gasp as the sensation of a tiny, rough tongue pulls me out of the memory. I can feel my hands trembling and my breathing start to pick up.

Promise me you'll tell me if you feel like that's gonna happen again.

Charlie’s gentle voice echoes in my head. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I should call her.

You don’t deserve her.

I promised though.

Do you want to be even more of a burden on her? After everything that’s happened today?

I set my phone down. Instead I try to replicate the exercise she coached me through last time. I can see the cat on my lap, the rug on the floor, the trees outside, the laces on my boots, and the covers on the bed.

There. That’s better.

See? No need to bother her with your weird brain going haywire. You can manage on your own.

Read the Full Chapter on AO3

[bioqueer]

&Y NAME IS OLIVER

🧪🌈= 🌈☂️ (🦽, 💫, ⏰, ➕, 🏳️‍⚧️, 🧠), 💙🗝️, 🧬

🥄= 🥝, 🥀, 🍬, ⚽️, 🚸, 🪢, ♨️, 🧸🧶, 🌈🐾, 🔖🗺️

under the cut;

pronoun list, system info, body info

(つ･ᴥ･)つﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

1stp pronouns;

we/us/our/ours/ourselves

i/me/my/mine/myself

&/&e/&y/&ine/&self

se/syr/sym/syrs/syrself

per/per/pers/pers/perself

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

2ndp pronouns;

you/you/your/yours/yourself

lu/lu/lunar/lunar/lunarself

yous/yous/your/yours/yourselves

hive/hive/mind/minds/hivemindself

you/you/your/yourz/yourzelf

per/per/pers/pers/perself

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

3rdp pronouns;

xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xyemself

cat/cats/catself

katz/kitty/kittyz/kitzelf

mew/meow/rowr/rowrs/meowself

it/it/its/its/itself

per/per/pers/pers/perselve

thon/thon/thons/thons/thonselve

lun/lun/luns/luns/lunself

plu/plur/plurs/plurs/plurself

prox/prox/prox/prox/proxself

cor/corp/corpse/corspself

voi/void/voids/voids/voidself

boo/boo/boo's/boo's/booself

ve/vaer/vaers/vaers/vaerself

bo/bot/bots/bots/botself

cub/cub/cubs/cubs/cubself

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ body info

= age: '05

= intersex afab GNC FtM transmasc

= oliver's system / pandora's box / 🐝

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ collective info

= structured hivemind

= around 70 members

= stoner, recovering alcoholic

= squishmallow enthusiast

= cats >> people

= petre/agere, otherkin, transid, bioqueer, etc.

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ languages

= english

= french

= german

= japanese

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ system info

= origin: prolonged trauma, + isolation, neglect and childhood psychosis/ psychosis, teenage mental illnesses

= latest headcount: 67

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ frequent fronters

= candi, they/them

= camryn, they/them

= darwin, he/him

= bones, he/him

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ disorders and diagnoses

= BPD, cDD, cPTSD

= MDD, SAD, GAD

= dyscalculia, dysgraphia

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

➞ identities

= trigender (demiboy/demigender, xenogender, aporagender)

= achillean panromantic queer

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ

[undeadunhingedchaos]

... That said, I really believe most cats are their own flavor of crazy...

Hall of fame of the cats I've had the pleasure to know (chronological order) :

😼 Doodles : brown tabby, either a Maine Coon mix or a Norwegian Forest Cat. An absolute unit anyways. The Cat, The Myth, The Legend.

... My father took him for a ride on his bike. With a leather jacket stolen to an aviator teddy bear.

Doodles ate mice, learned to open doors, somehow teleported into my father's race car overnight, pissed nearly everywhere, fought other cats, slept in a barn with the neighbor's sheep, almost took a ride on the car's roof, rolled into dirt right after we washed him, became addicted to tuna, and flipped his bowl to eat kibble on the floor - but didn’t eat when I served him directly on the floor...

He also used to shit right next to the litterbox, then eject a pile of gravel over it. And went bat-shit crazy when fed olives...

Weirdly enough my father successfully trained him to come when called, give a paw, roll over and play dead.

... Latest news : before getting neutered, Doodles "fucked a plush centipede in the ass" as my mother so nicely said...

Cats are really weird animals....

😼 Féline : Smaller brown tabby, aptly named. Thieve. It's more of a criminal record than a biography in her case...

She stole :

_the steak off my father's plate

_ an entire chicken off the counter, then wedged herself under the bed with it, ate the entire chicken safe a leg, and only then did she got out of there...

_ my father's wallet. 5 min before he had to leave. Guess who got late - and scratched ?

_ my favorite toy. Also 5 min before departure. My father, having enough of these shenanigans, flipped his king-size bed to "fish" the damn cat out of there...

_ X-mas tree baubles....

_ So many hair ties.

Well, there's also vandalism in there :

_ Scratched every vertical surface available.

_ Repeatedly climbed up the christmas tree. My father resorted to put the tree on top of a pyramid of chairs on top of the table. Every. Night. The ensemble eventually collapsed under Féline's repeated assaults...

_ Last but not least, one day, while home alone, she tore apart the carpet right behind the front - and only - door, efficiently blocking the door, locking us outside. My father, who you might see now as a kind of brute, broke down the door of his own flat, tearing apart what was left of the carpet... And that's why the next carpet had a hole in the exact shape of the opening angle of the door...

The trick my father regretted teaching her : turning off the lights... Yeah, the thing with the laser pointer. She ended doing it anywhen.

The tragic end to her criminal career is that she ran away during our moving, never to be found...

😼 Desmo : Grey and white cat. Named after either the Greek god or a specific model of motorbike. Laziest cat ever.

... Was the unfortunate test subject of my first attempt at washing a cat.

Had a really stinky breath, prompting me to wonder why cats don't have "toothpaste treats"...

Got chased all around the flat by me, my father's best friend AND the RC car...

Was taught by Doodles how to drink in the tub, which drove my father crazy...

Ungratefully ignored the kibble track I laid for him across the apartment, preferring trying to eat the cereal I dropped...

Had a certain taste for my toys' hair...

I successfully took a picture of him by crawling under the coffee table and using a barbie doll as bait...

😼 Dieci : Black cat.🐈‍⬛ Void that lived a fairy tale. Definitely named after the Desmodieci model of bike...

Her story started as yellow eyes and plaintive meows in the blacked-out staircase. Then, as my father opened the door, secretly hoping she didn’t follow him, a small shadow rushed out of the darkness into the light of hope, straight into Desmo's bowl...

Did my father attract cats ? Absolutely.

Dieci was young and playful, and a bit of a thieve as well. Her targets of choice were pencils and all kinds of bobby pins and hair ties...

Her most notable act, besides her obvious ability to disappear over dark surfaces, was the day she stole our guest's comforter, which was, you'll never guess, a paint brush ...

We put the house upside down searching for it, until my father, once again, flipped the entire couch....

😼 Swiffer : black and white cat. Kitten, rather. Named like that 'cause she had a habit of squeezing herself behind furniture, only to come out gray...

Her habit might have to do with not wanting to deal with my then toddler brother...

Who tried to teach her to ride on the lego train.

Among other disatrous ideas...

Like many of her feline comrades, Swiffer absolutely wrecked the damn christmas tree...

Just like Féline, Swiffer ran away during our next moving....

Moral of the story : Don’t move with a cat ?

😼 Tanuki : Current cat. Brown tabby, may have a Maine Coon up his family tree. Might also be a bastard. In both senses of the term (he doesn’t look a single bit like the cat we were told was his dad).

Loveable asshole, quickly nicknamed : The Trap ; Piranha ; The Night's Claws ; Jaws....

List of his shenanigans : still going...

... Already fell twice in the damn swamp.

To be followed...

[its-queenofthesilence]

Part 1: The Diagnosis

The silence around her was deafening, save for the pounding in her ears. She felt as though she were trapped in space. No sound, just her blood rushing to fill the void.

Cancer

She was only 23 years old, and had just managed to dig herself out of the shithole Oliver had gotten her into. But now, she learned that she was terminal.

“H-how long do I have left to live?” she managed once her hearing returned to her.

She sat comatose on the sofa, fingers gripping the phone like a life line as she listened to Dr. Reyes on the other line explain the results of her MRI and blood tests.

"If you are lucky, a year," Dr. Reyes responded gravely, "most likely less."

"And treatment?" she asked, grasping onto any glimmer of hope.

"Treatment may slow it down, but at your stage and the type of cancer you have...remission is highly unlikely." He didn't sugarcoat the truth. "We can try it, if you want. But it will be painful, and some people prefer to live out their final days outside of a hospital."

“Now, I shou-”

Edith hung up the phone before the doctor could continue any further.

Cancer. It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t supposed to have cancer. The only reason why she even went to get tested was for the stupid nosebleeds.

Edith's gaze instinctually drifted to where Mr. Moo was curled up on the couch beside her, purring softly.

Who would take care of him?

She had no family; She had been raised in the foster care system from the age of 3 up until she aged out at 18 years old. She had no friends to lean on, no partner to ask.

Growing up in the foster care had led her not to trust anyone. Anyone who got close would inevitably abandon her, and over time it just became easier to keep anyone who showed interest in her at arms length, not willing to have her heart broken.

What relationships she did have were abusive, rocky affairs that usually ended the same way: the other person leaving because they couldn’t stand her jealous and controlling behavior.

And now? Now, she suddenly realized just how alone she was.

“Meow?”

Dragged from the confines of her mind, she took notice of Mr. Moo sitting up from his nap, head cocked to the side staring at her, as if he was trying to ask her if she was okay.

Edith reached over and gently scratched Mr. Moo behind the ears, managing a weak smile. "I'm okay, Buddy," she murmured, though her voice wavered.

The cat purred and pressed it’s face into her hand, demanding more scratches.

“It will be fine. Everything will be okay.” she whispered.

Too bad she knew it was a lie.

—

Despite learning she was dying, the world still turned and money still needed to be made in order to afford her apartment. The last thing she wanted was to spend her last year on earth homeless. Not after she just climbed out of that hole.

Never again. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to work until the cancer progressed too far and made it difficult to work, so she wanted to get as much money while she could to ensure she wasn’t living out of the hospital, or worse: on the streets.

And also maybe be able to afford a small vacation with Mr. Moo. Go see the beach. But that was highly unlikely.

She had a bit saved up; it was supposed to be her retirement fund, but well it looked like that wasn’t getting used.

Monday morning, just days after learning she had cancer, she was back at work. Monday meant she was Greentech Labs, one of her clients she had regular contract work with.

Mondays also meant dealing with Brenda.

Edith rolled her eyes as she walked through the familiar doors of the Genentech Labs office. Brenda was already at her desk, tapping away furiously on her keyboard. To the untrained viewer, it would seem like she was working hard.

To anyone who actually knew her, Brenda was most definitely playing online poker on company time.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Edith Briggs gracing us with her presence," Brenda sneered, her beady eyes narrowing as Edith approached. "I was starting to think you'd finally gotten yourself fired."

Edith bit back a retort, reminding herself that she needed this job, at least for now. "Good morning to you too, Brenda," she said flatly, making her way to her own desk.

As she booted up her laptop, she could feel Brenda's judgmental gaze burning into the back of her head. The older woman had never made a secret of her disdain for Edith. It didn’t help that Edith did not put up with her passive-aggressive bullshit, like leaving post-it notes about eating fish in the kitchen lunch or stopping by her desk to lecture her about wearing earbuds.

If she didn’t know that Brenda was cousins with the CEO and the very definition of nepotism, she might have considered bringing up her behaviour to management.

“She’s starting early today, huh?”

Leaning over the desk, the familiar visage of Cheryl from Accounts Payable became visible. Cheryl was a young woman barely older than her with whom she had developed a sort of friendship with.

Well not really, she barely knew Cheryl aside from the fact she had two brothers and a sister and that she lived with two flatmates in downtown London. And was always trying to ask her to hang out, annoyingly enough.

Cheryl grinned at Edith, her brown eyes sparkling. "Figured you'd be here early today. Heard you had a doctor's appointment Friday from John, finally find out what’s up with the nose bleeds?" She leaned in conspiratorially. Edith was regretting even mentioning that to her

“I have terminal cancer.” she replied nonchalant, eyes fixed to her laptop screen. Best to get it out of the way; she would probably have to let people know anyway once she died and stopped showing up for work.

For a second, Cheryl let out a small chuckle, believing it to be a joke between two acquaintances. She quickly faltered when she realized Edith was not bothering to follow up with an “Oh I got you.” Or any sort of indication it was a joke.

Cheryl's face fell, her expression shifting from amusement to horror. "Wait, what? You're...you're serious?" she stammered; eyes wide.

Edith nodded solemnly, still not meeting Cheryl's gaze. "Yep. Doctor said I'm lucky if I make it a year." She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. "Apparently the nosebleeds were a symptom."

Silence settled amongst them.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” If Edith wasn’t self-absorbed, she would have seen the loss in Cheryl eyes or noticed she cared for Edith more than a casual acquaintance. She didn’t however. To her, it was just an annoyance.

Edith finally lifted her gaze to meet Cheryl's, her expression somber. "I wish I were," she said quietly. "But the doctor was clear - it's terminal."

Cheryl's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and dismay. "Oh, Edith...I don't even know what to say." She reached out hesitantly, then pulled her hand back, unsure if the touch would be welcome. "I'm so sorry. This is just...awful."

Edith shrugged, trying to affect an air of nonchalance, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her true emotions. "What can you do, right? It is what it is."

“Shouldn’t you be at home? Taking some time off?”

Edith shook her head firmly. "No, I need to keep working. I can't afford to take time off right now." She paused, then added quietly, "And honestly, I don't know what I'd do with myself at home. This is the only distraction I have."

Cheryl's brow furrowed with concern. "But Edith, you must be going through so much. Shouldn't you be focusing on your health and trying to make the most of the time you have left?"

Edith let out a humorless laugh. "And do what, exactly? Sit around and feel sorry for myself? No, thanks. I'd rather keep busy." She turned back to her laptop, fingers flying across the keys. "This job is the only thing keeping me sane right now."

“What about family?”

Edith let out another hollow laugh. "Family? I don't have any of that. I was in the foster care system my whole life." She shook her head, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. "No one to lean on, no one to say goodbye to."

Except Mr. Moo, but she didn’t dare say that out loud.

Cheryl's expression shifted to one of deep sympathy. "Oh Edith, I had no idea. That must be so difficult, especially now..." She reached out tentatively and placed a hand on Edith's arm.

Edith tensed slightly at the contact, unused to such overt displays of affection. "It is what it is," she repeated, shrugging off Cheryl's hand. "I've learned to get by on my own."

"But you don't have to," Cheryl insisted gently. "Let me help you, please. You shouldn't have to face this alone."

“I’m fine.”

—

Telling Cheryl seemed to be a mistake. By lunch time, a multitude of sympathy cards had found their way to her desk, stuffed full of petty cash from various individuals she honestly didn’t know the names to.

‘Thinking about you’ or ‘I will miss you’ were written on cards most likely hastily bought from the bodega down the street. All filled with generic sentiments from people who didn’t know her but felt sorry enough to stuff a five-pound note into a card.

“And whose fault is that?” her mind said bitterly. Maybe if she hadn’t spent so much time keeping people out, she would actually have more than generically filled out cards.

Edith gritted her teeth in frustration as she pushed through the through the thoughts threatening to consume her mind. The last thing she needed was a pity-party. She shoved the cards into the bottom drawer, determined to ignore them for now.

As the afternoon wore on, Edith found herself growing increasingly irritated by the pitying looks and hushed whispers that followed her around the office. It seemed like the entire office was walking on eggshells around her.

She tried to ignore it, burying herself in her work, but the constant reminders of her impending mortality were wearing on her. She just wanted to be left alone, to forget about the cancer for a little while and focus on her coding. Was that really too much to ask?

Apparently so, because as she was preparing to leave for the day, Brenda approached her desk, a fake sympathetic look plastered on her face.

"I heard about your...situation," Brenda said, her voice dripping with a fake sweetness that made Edith's skin crawl.

Edith rolled her eyes, already feeling her patience wearing thin. "I'm sure you did," she muttered, shutting down her laptop and grabbing her bag. The last thing she wanted was to deal with Brenda's faux concern.

"Well, I just wanted to say..." Brenda paused, as if struggling to find the right words. "If there's anything I can do to help, you just let me know." She reached out and patted Edith's arm in what was clearly meant to be a comforting gesture, but only succeeded in irritating her further.

Edith resisted the urge to shrug off Brenda's hand. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine," she said curtly. "I don't need your help."

Brenda's brow furrowed in confusion at Edith's cold response. "Oh, come on now, Edith. No need to be like that. I'm just trying to be a good colleague and lend a helping hand."

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England. Cut the bullshit Brenda. I know you. You’re a snake. You want something.”

Brenda's expression shifted, the false sympathy melting away to reveal her true self. “I know you're on borrowed time here. And I also know you need the money. So how about we make a little deal?"

Edith felt her hackles rise, instantly distrustful of whatever Brenda was proposing. "A deal? What kind of deal?"

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, seeing as you're on borrowed time and all, I figured you could use some extra cash to, you know, make the most of it." She paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "And I just so happen to have a little side project that could use your particular...skillset."

Edith felt a knot of dread form in the pit of her stomach. She had a pretty good idea what Brenda was getting at, and she didn't like it one bit. "I'm not interested in anything illegal, Brenda," she said firmly. "Whatever 'side project' you've got, count me out."

Brenda clucked her tongue in mock disappointment. "Oh Edith, always so quick to jump to conclusions. Who said anything about illegal?" She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "This is a perfectly legitimate business opportunity. One that could set you up for the rest of your...well, let's call it your 'limited' time left."

Edith felt her stomach churn with unease. "And what exactly does this 'business opportunity' entail?" she asked warily.

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Well, you see, as I said I've got a little side project going on - nothing too crazy, I promise. Just a bit of corporate espionage, if you will." She paused, gauging Edith's reaction.

Edith felt a chill run down her spine. "Corporate espionage? You mean stealing company secrets by hacking, don't you?" She shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not, Brenda. I don't do that kind of work, especially not for you."

Well, she did do that kind of work, but not for fucking Brenda.

Brenda's lips curled into a sly grin. "Come on, Edith. Think about it - this could be your chance to really live it up, you know? No more scraping by, no more worrying about bills and rent. Just you, living your best life for whatever time you have left." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And I'm willing to pay handsomely for your services."

Edith paused for a second, but only a second as her mouth moved faster than her mind.

"I got a better idea Brenda. How about I go talk to John and tell him what his flat-chested, troll-faced slut of a cousin who fucked his brother, your other cousin I may add, is up to?"

—

If being in a fist fight with a forty-three-year-old woman in the lobby of a highly-trafficked business was not on her bucket list, it was now.

It was also crossed off now, as she sat holding her nose, that was definitely broken, and trying to stop the bleeding.

Sure, maybe using sensitive information against Brenda, that she had discovered while hacking her email was not the best idea, but Edith wasn’t sure she regretted it.

After all, who fucks their own cousin?

The security guard who had pulled the two women apart was now eyeing Edith warily, no doubt unsure of what to make of the situation. Edith winced as she gingerly touched her swollen eye with her free hand, hissing in pain.

"You're lucky I don't call the bloody cops on you, you little bitch," Brenda spat, her clothes disheveled and makeup smeared. "Just wait until I tell John about this. You'll be out on your arse so fast; your head will spin."

Edith rolled her eyes, ignoring the throbbing in her face. "Go ahead, Brenda. Tell John. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear about how his dear cousin has been embezzling company funds as well as corporate espionage."

Brenda's face paled, her eyes widening in panic. "You don't have any proof!”

“How do you think I found out about you fucking your cousin Dave? It wasn’t from listening to you bitch to your mobility-cart riding, fat-ass of a mum on the phone during lunch every day!”

Brenda straightened her blouse, glaring daggers at Edith. "This isn't over, you little worm. You have no idea who you're messing with."

Edith let out a humorless laugh, wincing as the motion aggravated her injured nose. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Brenda. You're a petty, vindictive little snake who's about to get caught with your hand in the cookie jar."

“I think that’s enough.”

Speak of the devil, and he may appear. A bewildered looking John was standing to the side of them, clearly having walked up on them unseen at some point. From the corner of her eye, Edith could see Brenda going pale.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, looking between the two women.

Brenda quickly composed herself, pasting on a concerned expression. "Oh, John, thank goodness you're here! This...this hooligan attacked me in the lobby!" She gestured dramatically towards Edith. "I was just trying to offer her some help, given her...situation, and she just flew off the handle!"

Edith opened her mouth to protest, but John raised a hand, silencing her.

“Brenda. I overheard everything she just said. So don’t lie to me. I will deal with you Edith after. If you would please wait in my office. I need to speak to my cousin for a moment….” he trailed off

“Of course.” Edith power-walked away from the situation, smirking as she overheard John interrogating Brenda.

“What in the blood hell does she mean you’re fucking Dave?”

—

In the end, it was decided they would end their contract with her. John had been both thankful and angry with her. Thankful for unintentionally revealing to him that his own cousin was embezzling funds from the company. Angry because she had not only kept it to herself until it was fodder in her argument but had apparently been hacking company emails. And announcing to the anyone in earshot that his cousin was an incest-driven slut who would open her legs at the first mention of dick.

Well, he didn’t say it like that but he might as well. It wasn’t her fault Brenda wanted to date in her own gene pool.

It was like college all over again, but this time without bullshit administration putting all the blame squarely on her.

Though, it wasn’t so bad this time around. John had slid an envelope towards her as she stood up to leave.

“A gift, I heard from Cheryl about your diagnosis.” he had said when she asked what it was.

Inside was a cheque for a little over twenty-two thousand dollars. Part of it was no doubt back payment for hours billed, but the other part was a gift. It wasn’t life changing, but it would probably at least cover the rent until she kicked the bucket.

And a little left over to go on a vacation; nothing fancy just a road trip with Mr. Moo to see all the touristy crap England had to offer.

“Thanks.” was all she could bring herself to say.

She didn’t have anything to take except for what she had on her, she didn’t work for the company, she was just a contractor and the desk she used was used by three other people when she wasn’t there.

Honestly, she wasn’t expecting to find Cheryl perched against her little Volkswagen Beatle, clearly waiting for her.

“Hey.” she said, picking at her finger nails.

“Hey” Edith replied back, not sure how to respond.

Cheryl pushed off the car and took a few steps towards Edith. "I heard what happened back there. That looked...intense." She paused; her brow furrowed with concern. "Are you okay?"

Edith shrugged, wincing slightly as the motion aggravated her injured nose. "I've had better days," she admitted, reaching up to gently touch the swollen area. "But I'll live."

"I can't believe Brenda would do something like that," Cheryl said, shaking her head in disbelief. "And with your...situation."

“Well, I probably egged her on, to be fair.”

“I heard…in fact everyone heard. She’s apparently fucking her own cousin? Or so I am told???”

Edith let out a humorless chuckle. "Yep. Read it myself, from her emails.”

A silence elapsed the pair, unsure of what to say next. It was Cheryl who spoke first.

“I’ll miss you.” It came so suddenly out of left field that she didn’t even process it at first.

Edith was taken aback by Cheryl's sudden admission. "Miss me? What do you mean?”

Cheryl's eyes grew slightly damp as she looked at Edith. "I mean, I'm going to miss you. When you're...gone." She paused, swallowing hard. "I know we're not the closest of friends, but I care about you, Edith. And the thought of you not being around anymore, it just..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

Edith felt an unfamiliar pang in her chest. She wasn't used to having someone genuinely care about her wellbeing. "Cheryl, I..." She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I appreciate that, but you don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine."

They both knew it was a lie.

“What will you do now? I know Greentech was a big contract for you.”

It wasn’t only a big contract it was the majority of her income but Cheryl didn’t need to know that.

“John gave me a parting gift. Not a huge payout, but should be enough to cover me till the end. Might go on a little road trip with Mr. Moo.”

“Mr. Moo?” the confusion evident on Cheryl’s face.

“Oh yeah probably never told you about him. My cat, Mr. Moo. He’s named that cause’ he has black spots on his white body. Looks like a cow.”

Cheryl's face lit up at the mention of Edith's cat. "You have a cat? That's so sweet! I love cats." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her features. "You know, I've always wanted a cat, but my apartment doesn't really allow for it. Maybe you could take me to meet Mr. Moo sometime?"

“Yeah maybe.” Edith said, lapsing into silence once more.

“Well, I’ll let you go. You probably need to go to Urgent care. Can I give you my number?”

“Uh, can I ask why?”

“Cause I care about you. Maybe we could go to a rave sometime together you know? I know it’s not your cup of tea, but I figure might be the last chance to ask you. When you’re back from your vacation that is” she said smiling.

Edith paused. Cheryl was right, it wasn’t her cup of tea. In fact, she had always said no in the past when asked. She was a homebody, through and through and the idea of going to a rave in some shady warehouse was on the bottom of her list. She wasn’t someone who took risks.

But past Edith wasn’t dying from cancer, or at least didn’t know it yet. She only had the present to work with.

“I think I’d like that.”

[kittypets-read-the-series]

B1 C7: Yellowmom Enters The Scene

Firepaw retraced his steps … A stranger! Perhaps that ShadowClan warrior…

“Oh dear…” Nutmeg murmured. “Please no…”

Instantly a growl rumbled in Firepaw’s throat. … but Firepaw could tell she was tired, hungry, and sick, and she was in an ugly mood.

“Oof, that’s not good.” Tommy meowed.

Dropping low, Firepaw moved forward, heading toward the scent. Then he paused in puzzlement. The warrior scent was fainter now. He sniffed again.

“She must have moved downwind.” Crystal concluded. Firepaw’s opponent was a clever one. He’ll have to stay on his toes in this fight.

Suddenly, with a lightning movement, … Two heavy paws clamped down onto his shoulders, and iron jaws closed around the back of his neck. 

Nutmeg squeaked, extremely worried for her son.

“Murr-oww!” … He forced himself to go limp, relaxing his muscles as if in submission, and let out a pretend howl of alarm.

“Hopefully that trick will work again,” Jake meowed. “Graypaw was younger and less experienced, but this she-cat clearly knows a fight, and probably knows lots of tricks.”

The she-cat opened her mouth to give a triumphant yowl. “Ah, a puny apprentice. Easy prey for Yellowfang,” she hissed.

“Wait, Yellowfang?” Hattie meowed. “Wasn’t she one of those starry cats from before? With Bluestar?”

“Yeah,” Cody meowed. “She was!”

“Why did she attack Firepaw?” Oliver wondered. “She didn’t seem to hate him before, so...what happened?”

“I’m sure we’ll find out.” Princess meowed. Firestar had mentioned Yellowfang to her. She had been ThunderClan’s medicine cat at one point. She was interested to see how the old she-cat and her brother’s relationship developed into a close bond.

At the insult, Firepaw felt a surge of fury. … The she-cat gave a snarl of surprise as she was thrown clear. She tumbled backward into a gorse bush.

“Yay!” Livy yowled. “Go Firepaw!”

Firepaw shook himself. … The she-cat had a broad, almost flat face, and round orange eyes. Her dark gray fur was long and matted into smelly clumps. Her ears were torn and ragged, and her muzzle was traced with the scars of many old battles.

“Woah, she’s been in a lot of fights!” Smudge meowed, inspecting the image of the cat on screen.

“No kidding!” Zach agreed.

Firepaw stood his ground. … “Enough talk,” Firepaw spat, feeling the stir of ancient cat spirits deep inside him. 

“Firepaw’s not gonna waste time chatting now!” Luna meowed.

There was no trace of the house cat in him now. … “No need to be hasty, now,” she purred in a silky tone.

Princess gave the screen a dead-panned look. “Flattery won’t work on him. He’s immune to it.”

Firepaw wasn’t fooled by her trickery. … Firepaw sensed Yellowfang’s huge jaws lunging toward him. He leaned backward, just in time. Snap!

Nutmeg jumped.

Bared teeth closed on the air next to his ear. … “Mur-ugh!” The taste of the matted fur was horrible, but he chomped down hard.

“Get her!” Filou yowled.

“Reow-ow-wow!” … Up close, the message of desperation and weakness, and the aching void of the she-cat’s hunger, was almost painful.

Princess’s tense stance softened. She knew that Firestar would now tone down his aggressiveness in the face of a defeated opponent.

Something stirred inside him, … [Lionheart’s voice] “You speak from your heart, young Firepaw.” … “This will make you a stronger warrior one day.” … [Tigerclaw’s voice] “Or it might make him give in to kittypet weakness right at the moment of attack.”

“Follow your heart,” Nutmeg meowed. “The heart is always right.”

Yellowfang lunged forward … Over and over they rolled, biting and snapping.

“This is intense!” Taylor meowed, eyes locked onto the screen.

Moments later they broke apart. … “If I weren’t so hungry and tired, I’d have shredded you into mousedust.” The she-cat’s mouth twisted in pain and defiance. “Finish me off. I won’t stop you.”

“Wait, what?” Nami meowed, eyes showing her surprise.

Firepaw hesitated. He’d never killed another cat before. Perhaps, in the heat of battle, he would, but a mercy killing, in cold blood? This was something very different.

“It is,” Crystal meowed gravely.

“What are you waiting for?” Yellowfang taunted. “You’re dithering like a kittypet!”

“Oooo….he’s not gonna like that…” Tommy winced. Princess agreed, knowing that both Firestar and Cloudtail were still a bit touchy about their heritage.

Firepaw smarted at the she-cat’s words. … “Ha,” she snorted. “Don’t tell me ThunderClan is so desperate they have to recruit kittypets now?”

Ruby huffed at that.

“ThunderClan is not desperate!” … How had a Clan cat gotten in such a state? ThunderClan elders were looked after better than kits! “You seem in an awful hurry to die,” he meowed.

“What do you do when you meet an old, mangy she-cat?” Tommy joked. “You ask her; ‘Why are you in a hurry to die?’ of course!” Luna stared at him, unimpressed.

“Yeah? Well, that’s my business, mousefodder,” … His first thought had been to go and dig up the thrush he had killed earlier, but that would take too long.

“He’s going to feed her.” Hattie meowed.

“Wait, but isn’t the clan supposed to be fed first?” Smudge asked.

“Well, doesn’t that just apply to the hunter?” Livy added. “Firepaw’s not the one eating, he’s just making sure Yellowfang doesn’t stave before deciding what to do.”

Maybe he should go and scoop up the rat carcass. Easy meat, but a starving cat needed fresh-kill. Only when times were very hard would a warrior eat crow food.

“Yech!” Hattie wrinkled her nose. Ruby and Socks exchanged looks. They knew that any meat was good meat in the town. You got what you could, eat, and leave before someone else comes around to challenge you for it. Or BloodClan arrived just to beat you up. But crowfood...even the most desperate rouge was hesitant about eating something like that.

Just then he paused, scenting a young rabbit ahead. … A rush of speed, a flash of claws, and he had it. He held the wriggling body fast and finished it off quickly.

“Nice.” Jake meowed. Talltail would approve.

Yellowfang looked up tiredly … Firepaw growled, shoving the rabbit nearer with his nose. He felt embarrassed by his kindness. 

“Never feel embarrassed by doing something nice for someone else.” Nutmeg meowed.

“Look, if you don’t want this...” … He still had to take back enough prey for the Clan, but the fresh-kill smelled delicious.

“Oh no,” Tommy meowed. “Resist, Firepaw! RESIST!”

“Mmm-mm.” … There wasn’t much left to line a growing cat’s belly, but his fight with Yellowfang had sharpened his appetite even more; he gave in to his hunger and gulped down the scraps. 

“Firepaw…” Luna groaned. “This won’t end well.”

It was delicious. … “Better than the muck Twolegs feed some of our brothers, isn’t it?” she mewed slyly. Knowing she had found his sore spot, she was trying to antagonize him.

“Oh, leave him alone won’t you?!” Ruby meowed. “He already has to deal with his own clan being prejudiced against him, he doesn’t need a complete stranger doing it too!”

Firepaw ignored her and began to wash. … These were ThunderClan warriors, confident enough in their own territory not to care about the noise they made.

“Uh oh…” Smudge said. “He’s in trouble…”

Firepaw licked his lips guiltily, … But surely he would understand why Firepaw had fed this wretched creature. 

“They shouldn’t punish him for keeping another cat alive,” Crystal meowed wisely. “But feeding himself? Yes, I do think he should be punished for that.”

His mind reeled, suddenly fearful of what would happen to him. His first apprentice task, and he had ended up breaking the warrior code!

“Don’t panic!” Filou meowed. “Stay positive, and everything will work out.”

[olivebigpaws]

aargaggghaggag i want big paws. like. biiiiig big big paws huge fucking stompers. like

yknow ?????

[artisticflutter]

AU August - Day One: Coffee Shop

Guess what tiiime it iiiis~?

Also, if anyone is wondering what my prompt list is this year, it comes from twitter! Do it with me! Meanwhile, here’s my fill for today~

Series: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: G Genre: Fluff, Angst Pairing(s): Cheesecake, Adrinette Summary: Cat-spresso Yourself is an adorable little cat café that serves up cute food with cute cat companions. Usually, it’s quite pleasant, but someone unpleasant has come by. Warning: A technical Part Two to this fill from last year… and minor Lila salt.

Tikki, Plagg, and Marinette stared at the table in the corner of Cat-spresso Yourself with different feelings, but none of them positive. Marinette scowled, Tikki’s ears were pulled, and Plagg was growling, tail whipping irritably behind him. There was not typically an issue if Adrien brought a guest with him. Kagami was cold and direct, but had similar social issues that Adrien had, and had no idea what to do when the biggest ragdoll just draped itself across her lap. And his co-worker, the dark beauty Juleka, was soft-spoken and withdrawn, but warmed up immediately once she had their toyger kitten in her hands.

However, those two young women were not this one.

No one else was Lila Rossi and thank god for that. 

Lila Rossi was - admittedly - gorgeous as many models were. Beautiful, flawless skin naturally tanned by the Italian sun when she lived there, gorgeous olive green eyes, slim and tall; perfect for photos and the runway. Now, if only her personality matched her beauty, but Marinette would compare it to spoiled milk - the kind you pour and don’t realize it’s spoiled until you taste it. In Lila’s case obviously, it wasn’t until she talked that one didn’t realize she matched the stereotypical self-centered model and then some because even those models probably didn’t lie as much.

The first time she’d come to the café, Marinette received a surprise visit from the health inspector the next day.

The second time, animal control had been contacted because an anonymous source reported one of the cats as rabid, but Marinette and the shelter that brought many of her new cats had their record up-to-date.

The third time… well, this was the third visit. And how suspicious it seemed she had come so soon after Adrien had visited.

Marinette had decided after the first incident already that she was prepared for anything Lila might do to shut her café down; however, she didn’t think that her presence might make Adrien miserable after Kagami and Juleka hadn’t had the same effect. Or maybe she had just assumed someone like Adrien got along with all his fellow models. How could a human be more clingy than her stray cats?

Sighing, Marinette glanced down at the gentle bump against her arm and caught Tikki’s deep blue eyes gazing back upon her. The calico mewed and purred, rubbing more, and Marinette managed a weak smile.

“I’ll be okay, girl. Thank you though…”

She’d have to wash her hands, but Tikki earned a pet for comforting her. As for Plagg, Marinette realized where there once had been a black furry void was now just counter space. Barely a second later did she hear one of her reusable cups clatter against the ground and a loud shriek mixed with a deep, bellowing and demanding meow.

“Oh, hey Plagg!”

Marinette laughed under her breath.

She would get the mop in a second.

[socialantleredrabbit]

DGS! for the scrunkly blorbo etc asks!

dgs coming right up!

blorbo: barok van zieks. obviously him. there was a running joke with my friend about everything reminding me of him. for all of you non-likers i know his arc has some problems. i am aware of them. but i still love him so fucking much

scrunkly: nyasked apprentice. he is technically not a character but a mascot of one but He Is So Shaped. i have ordered a tsum of him even. he is so fucking cute

scrimblo bimblo: def olive green. she is so cool as a character. won't spoil it to you here dear void but she's so. good. and fandom doesn't appreciate her as much

glup shitto: does aa even has such characters? vilen borshevic technically counts. i Did Not actually shut up about his name when i was first going through dgs1-2. a fave of me and my dearest friend. can he please appear again.

poor little meow meow: barok van zieks also counts here i think

horse plinko: seishirou jigoku. this huge man deserves suffering and pain.

eeby deeby: definitely mael stronghart.

[ruinousrealms]

A Quick and Easy Guide to Dining at Home

It was Tuesday night when Robin finally decided to eat his girlfriend. He should've been at work an hour ago, but instead, he found himself leaning over the stove, using a wooden spoon to stir a frying pan full of vegetables. Cabbage and onion were his go-to combo. He put them in rice, served them atop a steak or added them to stew. He loved garlic too, big fresh cloves from the farmer's market on the outskirts of town. It was a good hour's walk there, walking along the dirt shoulder of the highway to fill his backpack with all the fresh herbs and vegetables he could carry – And it was a hiking backpack, 50l according to the website, so he could carry a whole lot of em.

Sarah lay on the table, her arms at her sides and her face covered in a checkerboard tea towel. The table was covered in newspapers, and they were covered in blood, black, white, and red all over, as the joke goes. She was a real gusher, both in the bedroom and out, and when Robin drove that fancy Japanese knife into her esophagus, she sprayed like a stuck pig. Thankfully, he was already wearing his apron, but he'd still need to get his shirt drycleaned, and scrubbing the stains out of the carpet wouldn't be much fun.

A long incision ran along the length of her torso, from the base of her neck to just above the waistband of her panties. Her stomach was rounded with the results of a dozen failed diets, but Robin didn't mind. Big girls tasted best. There were few things better than a big flank steak with a nice strip of fat along the side, and little white lines running through the meat, except for maybe the whiskey he was looking forward to pairing with it, a very nice quarter cask Laphroaig.

The steak sat in a bowl that wasn't quite big enough for it, leaving the tip poking up like a red iceberg in a sea of brown, brackish water. It was a simple but effective marinade, just some thyme and Worcester sauce, along with a few drops of olive oil. Setting down his spoon, Robin left the veggies to sizzle in their coconut oil and fumbled around in a drawer till he found a pair of tongs. The bottom portion of the steak looked almost fully cooked, with the brown sauce so deeply inundating the meat, but the upper quarter was still completely raw, and so he simply flipped it over and left it to soak.

After a while, the veggies were almost done, so he flipped the dial to low heat and added a little splash of amontillado to hold them over. He placed the steak in a pan and stuck it in the oven to start with – Just to start, of course, he wasn't one of those savages who cooked their steaks all the way through. Then, grabbing a swig from the half-empty wine bottle, he returned to his girlfriend and picked up where he'd left off.

A human body has many prime cuts – A nice belly steak, like the one he was making, was perfect for an evening at home, whereas the thighs and buttocks were nice and juicy. This was where he began his work, making long, careful cuts with a practiced hand, wrapping fist-sized chunks of flesh in brown paper and tying it up with twine. By the time the steak was ready, he'd already filled a container with the brown packages, and carried it over to the deep freeze, which sat in the back of the pantry, humming faintly. One by one, he placed the steaks in their designated basket, and as he did so, he felt a cat rubbing against his ankles.

“Hey, little Lizzie,” He cooed, crouching down and stroking the tabby's soft fur as she let out a long, low purr, “Little Lizzie Borden, you want a treat? Just wait a moment, daddy's got a treat for you.”

Reaching into his pocket, Robin pulled out one of Sarah's earlobes, the scar still fresh from where he'd gotten frustrated and ripped out her earring, and Little Lizzie let out an eager meow. “Catch!” He tossed it to her, and she leapt up and caught it in midair, sinking her long fangs into the tough flesh. Then, as she always did, the feline purred and slunk off into the shadows to enjoy her prize.

Sarah looked a lot less pretty without her ears, he found, so he went ahead and covered her face up with the towel. As he returned to his cooking, however, he felt the urge to lift it up and take a peek. Yep, she was a real looker – It was a shame he'd be slicing up her face and smoking the juicy bits in the big kiln he'd built on the roof. It took a bit of convincing for the building superintendent to let him install that big brick oven, but after a couple of nice dinners, he was given the go-ahead. That man... Robin couldn't help but snort. He wouldn't know good food if it bit him on the dick. The fat old Turk ate a soup made from a homeless man's ass and acted like it was some sort of culinary revelation. When he asked for another bowl, Robin had to cough to keep from laughing.

The steak was a bit overdone, but still red on the inside, and that's what mattered. Transferring it to the pan, he added another splash of wine, then turned the heat up and let it boil away, searing the exterior and leaving the inside of the steak as pink as if she had just climbed out of bed. That reminded him, he'd have to change the bedsheets. Every woman's last living act was to void her bowels. Honestly, no manners.

As he scooped the steak and veggies onto a plate, he noticed Lizzie returning from her snack, licking her chops as she trotted up to the table and hopped onto a chair; Then, after a moment's hesitation, she leapt atop the table and curled up between Sarah's outspread legs, only to be shooed away a moment later. Robin wouldn't have minded if not for the bloody newspaper she was laying on; She was a good girl, but she always hated bathtime, and scrubbing congealed blood out of fur was a bitch and a half in itself.

Leaning back on the sofa, he sipped his scotch and flipped through a few channels. The news – Bad, as always. Some fucking religious thing, another nameless preacher shouting “Haw-Lay-Lew-Yuh!” and showing off the scars from his latest round of botched plastic surgery. After a few more flips, he paused, and moved back one channel – Jodie Foster gasped and staggered through a darkened basement, looking like a ghost in the green night vision filter. She looked good back then – He'd have taken her to dinner in a second, given the chance.

An erection began to form in his pants, and he poured another glass of scotch. The full moon shone through the window, half-obscured by the shadowy buildings across the street. Buffalo Bill cocked his gun, and Clarise spun around and fired all her rounds.

“One of these days,” He mumbled through a mouthful of steak, “That might be me.”

The thought made his cock jump. What a lovely night to have a curse.

[spited-universe]

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Aldryx 24 He/They/It/Void

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K 24 She/He/They

Kathrin 24 She/He/They

Carol (Creampuff) 19 She/They/Puff

Sunday Valentine 19 She/They/Rock

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Annie 24 She/They/Liquid

Garcello 26 He/They/Smoke

Wolfie 19 He/They

Wee 19 He/They/Meow

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Hazel 21 She/He/They

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