#please pet him he is a normal cat and can be trusted

[cazadorczarr]

catzador

[fire-lizard-ro]

Woo~ Hope you're ready to read Mr. Sunday taking you…

Up the ass- Psych, mfs-

Bet you didn't expect that one from me, huh? I know I normally don't write bottom character, but... I felt like it? I want to see this man wrecked.

I'm writing for both bottom Sunday and top Sunday on this glorious- checks time moonlit (I haven't checked outside and idk what day it is today) night. A little birdy told me she wanted to see bottom Sunday first. Call yourself out if you wanna. 😂

CW: COCK JUMPSCARE- (jk), anal (I mean- come on you knew this), choking (+a little breath play y'all please be sure to make this distinction when talking about it ijsige-), edging, overstimulation, discussion of safe-wording, dom/sub stuff, mention of subspace, spanking, toys (there's an anal plug and cock ring), degradation (+praise), nipple play, harness???, bondage, collaring, slight public play, some subbing from Sunday and some power bottoming (but we'll be focusing on him subbing- it's only really mentioned), prone bone+cat position(that's what it's called, right???)+mating press, some namecalling (ex: praising - good boy, degrading - slut, etc., etc.), crying during sex (the good kind), marking, begging, dumbification, mention of being ashamed but liking it, belly bulge, slight cumflation/excessive cum, excessive lube, objectification(I think???), talk of his cock being useless (it's sex talk I swear reader doesn't mean it-), ever so slight gaping, cumming dry

Reader gender: Gender neutral, but you can envision what you want. Reader has a dick/strap and the cum can be uhhh- Lube? Is that what people put in squirting straps-

If I forgot to add anything to the CW or made any typos- Whoops. You can let me know if you wanna~

Personally, I think Sunday would be a switch. How he leans is up to you. But when he's topping, I see him being more prone to domming. Opposite can be said of when he's bottoming. More likely to sub, but does have his moments when he wants to take control again.

While I do love a good "turnabout is fair play", I think that considering Sunday's need to be in control (…the leaks told me so-), he needs a clean cut decision on what you'd be doing that night. If you've decided together that he'd be topping and domming, don't try to take over please- It'd probably fray his nerves and make him upset. This is because for him, I imagine that he'd need to mentally prepare himself and get in the mindset to sub. He loves giving up the control he holds onto so tightly, but he needs to remind himself that it's okay. That he can trust you and that you'll make him feel so, so good for his concession.

But by god is he a vision when he does slip into that submissive mindset.

It'd start with you two showering together after a long day of Sunday upholding the harmony of Penacony and dealing with any issues that arose to threaten that peace. It's both a way to wind down and to ease him into letting you take care of him and allowing him to slowly loosen his grasp on his control.

Soft touches and soothing words whispered in his ears between the sounds of water with gentle hands petting his wings has him melting into you. The stiff set of his shoulders, imperceptible to all but you, relaxes and the tension drains from his body along with the water as it swirls down the drain.

It is also now that you take out the plug he'd been wearing today while he was away from home. The night before, he'd just finished with you when you two took to the shower and you helped him clean up before stretching his pretty hole with lubed, insistent but gentle fingers. The plug went in nicely after that, the little jeweled heart of the plug's flared base in your color marking him as yours.

He hides behind his wings as you pull at the plug, the toy tugging at his rim that you trace with a playful finger. But of course you nose at them until he lets you in to kiss him soothingly, his wings then pressed to your cheeks to hide you both from the spray of the shower head and the rest of the world. It's just you two here and now. He would gasp a little as the plug slid out to the widest part of the toy. Thin and perfectly groomed eyebrows would furrow while you play with him a little. Push it back in carefully before slowly pulling it back to the wide part again a few times before finally bringing it out fully, rewarding him with "good boy" and "thank you for indulging me" and more kisses.

Once you both are finally in bed, that's when the fun begins.

You both go over the rules again. What to do if he ever wants to stop, reminding him that ultimately he is still in control because he controls if they stop or not. He's the efficient and straightforward type. Traffic light system along with three firm taps if he couldn't talk was enough for him. (Let it be known that when you started dating him, he was not at all aware of these things. I think he'd have been inexperienced to sex beyond vanilla beforehand.)

Tonight, you two were going to use a lot of implements (?). You laid them out, making sure that they were the same as the ones you discussed using prior (yes I think Sunday needs for you two to explicitly discuss beforehand and honestly I agree with him unless you like spontaneity) and going over what you'd do with them to recheck with him that he was okay with it. Consent is sexy, folks.

You then kiss him while fixing the collar on him, checking that it wasn't too tight. He liked using a collar when subbing because it helped him reach subspace and was something the two of you trained him to relax more with when subbing. Helps calm his constantly racing thoughts. The next step is the harness. It's a pretty pale blue-grey that matches his soft hair and is worn with his legs through it and over his hips. They're there for easier handling on your part. The fact that they accentuate his soft, shapely ass and strong thighs is a very welcome bonus. When you put it on for him, please make sure to kiss up his legs all the way to his hipbones while you pull up the harness you helped him step into. Nibble on said hipbones a bit and kiss his navel, near dangerously close to his neglected cock that twitched cutely at your proximity to it. Once that's done you can lube up his hard-on with one cursory tug in order to slip on the cock ring. He won't be getting any more than that for most of the night.

You then have him on him hands and knees so you can get him in position and bind him. Tonight would be a simple set of padded cuffs. You would push between his shoulder blades to guide him to press his chest to the bed, leaning down to kiss down his spine while pulling his hands gently pull his hands behind his back to put the cuffs on. Be sure to praise him for being a good boy, for doing so well for you as you prepared him for the night.

Once that's done, press one more kiss to his body. This time on the top curve of his soft ass before lubing him up some more. It's never bad to be safe about things and there's more than enough chance that he needs more as it dried throughout the day.

Tease him by purposefully tapping on his prostate softly while making sure he's stretched enough and wet with lube coating his inner walls that clenched around your skilled fingers.

Keep going until he finally asks you in a small voice to get on with it. "Hm? What was that?" "You heard me-" "Only good boys get what they want and good boys ask for what they want." You aren't going to make him beg for it (yet), but you'll still make him ask for it like the good, polite boy you know he is.

(Okay we're switching styles here, folks.)

"F-fine… Please fuck me," Sunday said, words trailing of into a mumble. You knew what he was saying, but you didn't really hear it. "What was that? Couldn't hear you, baby." "I-" he angled his head to glare back at you with traces of a pout tugging at his lips. He then turned again to avoid your eyes that took in his face, pressed to the bed and needy. "…please fuck me." "Was that so hard, pretty boy? Since you asked…" You slipped your fingers out slow, letting him feel the drag of them against his sensitive walls as he gave a shuddering sigh. Sunday had attempted to keep it under wraps, but it still slipped out.

Your chuckle caused him to flush more, a wing attempting to hide his face despite you being unable to see it from this spot behind him.

As you slicked up your cock, you watched his hole twitch and cock sway as he unconsciously sunk his hips back more as if to ask you for your thick length in his hungry, empty hole. "Aeons you have the prettiest ass, you know that?" You then finally line yourself up, the head of your dick pressing to the still tight but prepped hole's rim as you slide your hands down the man's sides to grasp his hips before sliding fingers into the straps of the harness that cradled his slim hips.

The angelic man beneath you held his breath in anticipation for a moment. "Breathe, baby." And then you were pushing in, slowly spearing open that wet warmth. He gasped and jolted, but your hand was quick to hold him down by the back of his neck while the other kept an iron grip on the harness to keep his hips steady. A whine escaped Sunday as he attempted to close his legs at the delicious sensation of your cock sliding deep into him- Up to the hilt. Once you bottomed out, he was already panting like he was in heat and his wings that had flared and flexed while you had been pushing inside drooped to rest on the bed.

Your cock was so big- So deep in him he swore he could feel it in the back of his throat, his own cock drooling messily onto previously clean sheets where it hung between his legs. It throbbed as he finally had a clear enough mind to remember the cock ring you'd fastened onto his needy dick. "Such a good slut for me, taking everything." He felt a bold of shame, yet it made his cheeks redden with more than shame. Arousal. As he felt mixed feelings of pleasure and shame swirling in his gut, he also then felt something else in there- Your cock grinding heavily, steadily into him with hips rubbing against his plush ass.

Sunday allowed himself to lean into the pleasure you provided, hips moving back into your slow but strong humps forward. Your cock was sliding over his prostate so nicely and it had him closing his eyes to focus in on it. The arch of his back deepened, emphasizing the lean musculature of his back and bringing out the little dimples above his ass as you leaned forward to put more your weight into your grinding. The pressure inside him and on his neck had his eyes fluttering along with his wings. A moan startled out of him when you proceeded to nibble on said wings, teeth gently nibbling along the fragile bone in the first bend of the feathery appendage. Your hand moved from its spot holding the back of Sunday's neck to press him face first into the bedding moved to instead wrap around his throat, turning him towards you so you could steal a sloppy kiss from him. It was filthy and wet, the sounds of it joining the wet squelch and the slight sound of skin on skin as you began to thrust. His whine was swallowed up by your mouth and when you pulled back he looked a bit dazed, uncomprehending eyes looking at the string of saliva between your lips and his that was promptly licked away by your sinful tongue.

"So good- Such a good boy, yeah? You're all mine aren't you?" He was deep enough in that he just nodded at he tried to rearrange his thoughts. That idea was de-railed when you thrust hard and spanked his ass with the hand not holding his throat, grip tightening enough to make him a bit lightheaded. "Words, harlot. Tell me how you're mine- How good I make you feel." The name made him feel deliciously ashamed of how he was really letting someone push him down and fuck him like a whore. But aeons did he love it. He managed to get out in between panting breaths a, "So good so good please- 'M all yours-" "That's a good cockslut. But just for me right?" "Just for you-"

You rewarded him by speeding up your thrusts, slowly ramping up how hard you fucked into his clenching heat that pushed out lube with every push in- You had made sure to use a lot so he would have to hear the obscene sound of your fucking him and dominating him. His moans became louder along with it, a whimper escaping him when your thrusts forced his hips to the bed. His once neglected cock now lay trapped between him and then bed as yours wrecked him and claimed him. He began babbling about how it felt, how it was like you were in his belly how it was too much not enough please please- Sunday was begging, now, with his drooling mouth, hole, and cock.

"I didn't know toys were supposed to speak- Especially when not spoken to." Your hand tightened around his neck again, this time pressing so it made it a bit harder for him to breathe. "Shhhh- Just be quiet and take it, pretty baby. I'll make you feel good. Make you forget all those troublesome thoughts. Don't you wanna be my dumb little slut? Only focus on taking my cock?" Yeah… he did. He wanted to let go of all the thoughts making his head hurt and give in, even if just for a little while. You'd taken care of him before. Now wasn't any different.

Even through the grip on his throat, he still let out little "ah- ah- ah-" sounds to the rhythm of your hips slapping into his ass, pushing your cock into his deepest parts. Yet you made it feel so good- It didn't hurt at all. All he could think about was how filthy he was and how pleasurable it was. Sunday must have tried to wheeze something out despite everything because you said, "Yeah? You like being dirty for me? A filthy slut for be behind closed doors while in public you act like such a proper leader? What would your dear people think of you if they knew you got fucked like a used prostitute- a mere toy?" You then let go of his throat to let him speak, the air rushing into his lungs making his head spin. "I- I love it! Love it so much please please lemme cum lemme cum on your cock-!"

Another spank to his ass had his hole tightening around you, a cry being startled out of him and tears beading at his lash line. "Good boy-" You then slowed a bit, causing him to whine despite how he had been held on edge for a while, now. Still wanting the bright hot pleasure despite the agony of being denied his release. "Color, baby?" "Mmmf- Green-" "Good boy-" A kiss was pressed to a wing before you harshly thrusted in and went back to pounding him within an inch of his life. Every thrust forced his body up and down the bed, cock an angry red and leaking profusely. Sunday buried his face into the pillow, tears staining them as they came faster. "Please- Let me cum, please! I'll do anything!" "Anything?"

Maybe that was a mistake.

One that had you yanking your dick out of his hole, the greedy thing clenching around nothing as if missing your cock in it. He whined pitifully, tears staining his face as he sobbed into the bedding. Fuck did he sound good. You uncuffed him to flip him over, tossing the things somewhere to the side of the bed. He was unable to keep up with the sudden changes and before he knew it, you were pressing his thighs to his chest in a mating press, cock sliding up and down his own teasingly. "Such a big cock and yet you don't even know how to use it. It's just a big, dumb, useless thing hanging between your legs. All you need is this slutty hole of yours, right?" Your thumb came down to rub at the slightly gaped hole, smearing the lube even more over his sloppy pucker that twitched at your touch.

He hid his face with his wings, flushed and crying as you belittled his cock. He was only good as an anal slut for you. But his wings flared open as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. You had sunk your teeth into the spot in reprimand and to mark your toy as yours. "What did I say about that? No hiding." He whimpered and nodded- A spank. "Words." "I won't hide anymore!" "Good toy."

Once you slid in, his mind went blank again. Though somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he noted- Oh. You were in his belly. There on the otherwise flat surface that scrunched up from his position, was the slight bulge of your cock in his guts. "Look at you- So pretty." You pressed on it, making him toss his head back with a pitchy moan, hips jerking under you and insides clenching wetly at the dick they were sucking on while his hands flew up to claw at your back desperately. As you leaned over him to lick into his mouth, you then reached one hand between you to slip off the cockring. "You wanted to cum- So cum." You immediately began a brutal pace that had him screaming as he finally was able to find his release, hurtling off that cliff and vision going white as he emptied his cum onto his stomach and yours, the pressure of having held it in so long and the angle of your mating press- The jerking of his hips from you shoving your deliciously big dick into his hungry little hole forcing his cum to splatter over his chest and on his neck and even wings. It was like a sinful angel was laying beneath you.

You slowed, then, and he let his breathing begin to even out. But it was an act of deception because you transferred his legs from your hold to over your shoulders and grabbed hold of his softened cock that laid on his cum covered belly to begin fucking him hard. He screamed and whimpered at the onslaught of now almost painful pleasure. "Wait no no no- Can't- Too much! Stop please I can't cum again-" "I know you can. You've done it before. Come on- Give me another one. Haven't even filled you up, yet."

He began crying even harder, tears blurring his vision as he panted and whimpered while his thoughts slipped away. Even as his mind went blank, his body still responded with his hips jerkily trying to meet your thrusts even as the twitched in overstimulation. Later he would glare at you with tears in his eyes and a pout while declaring that he would be in charge the next time he bottomed and would hold you down, instead, to take what he wanted. But for now, he could only let his hole be used as a warm, wet little cock sleeve. He choked on his drool as you bent him further so you could lean down to tongue his sensitive nipples, sucking bruises and hickeys into his chest and even right around his nipples- Going as far as to nibble on them.

It felt like hours of cumming and cumming and cumming and losing his mind as you fucked him and wrung out every drop of his spend and pleasure as you could along with the tears that still poured from his puffy eyes. It didn't help that he could feel the way you were filling him up with your own cum, having only orgasmed the second time he did. He was cumming dry when you finally slowed, kissing him gently and rubbing at his slightly distended belly that was full of your cum sloshing inside.

"Did so good for me, baby. I love you so much- Such a good boy for me." You helped him slowly come back down, helping to ground him as the high faded. You had slowly lowered his legs from your shoulders. This was why you always ended facing each other. So he could have that intimacy towards the end of seeing you and being able to kiss you. And so you could help him return to earth Penacony after you were done milking the cum and pleasure and pesky thoughts out of him.

Once he was back with you, you made sure to praise him more and kiss him all over his face before finally coming back to his lips to kiss him slow and deep. "Come on. Gotta drink water, birdie." You always made sure to help him up, let him lean against you as you began aftercare. "I love you," you would remind him at the end of it all. "I love you, too darling," he would always reply back, sealing it with a kiss.

Ah yes. Another round of: Roro writes entirely to much and with far too much detail. I made this one even longer and more detailed as well as included a bunch of writing in more story format rather than headcanon-ish form like I normally do. Because I'm back in business!!! (To write smut about hot characters I like-)

Hope you enjoyed~

-Roro, your friendly neighborhood degenerate

[yan-lorkai]

Please may I have a black butler headcanon of Sebastian with a S/O who is a literal cat magnet and cats pretty much always come to her for affection and love. Cats probably have a sensor raider when it comes to humans. Kinda Yandereish but just fluffy headcanons.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Cutest rq I ever received ngl, I was imagining reader playing with the cats and things like that and Sebastian looking at them with so much adoration in his eyes wjdwoldwls. I loved this, hope you like! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

* Warnings: Yandere content but its pure fluffy, really.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Cats seems to follow you anywhere. Why? How? You don't know but they always come to you wanting to be petted and to cuddle. They like to follow you around, they like when you play with them and if you tried to bathe them, they wouldn't even run away. Again, how and why do they like you so much? No idea, they just do.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You like their company though, they're funny and chaotic sometimes. But you love them as much as they do. But you know someone who also love cats? Yes, him; Sebastian Michaelis. It's not uncommon to feel his eyes on you but are they really on you or on the cats that are following you here and there? You don't know.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The answer it's both. He's both watching you with great interest, seeing how you play with the kittens but also admiring all the cats that surround you, some cuddling your chest, others on your lap and your side, all of them purring and pretty much relaxing in your presence while you do your things.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows that if he gets closer the cats will move away, but he can't help but hold one of them on his lap while he plays with it, not caring about the feline's claws trying to hit him. He feels at peace holding it, soothing it gently, stroking behind its ears as he coos and makes small talk with you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are like a parent to all those cats so he co-parent with you, buying tons of toys and food for them, helping you clean and play with them when he has time. Aside from this, he also takes the opportunity to swept you off your feet, cooking dinner for you, helping you on your errands, even massaging your shoulders when you feel too tense. Small gestures to make him appear good looking in your eyes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sebastian tries to understand why cats like you but he can't help being mesmerized by you as much as they are, wanting nothing more than to hold you and never let go. And if you lives nearby or works for Ciel, he do tries to sneak all your cats inside the manor.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and him taking care together of any preggo mama cat, omg <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and him name every single kitten that was born, some names are normal, some you two make up and he make it extra silly to make you laugh. He loves your laugh and smile, he isn't so subtle as he likes to think. You also can probably figure his feelings after awhile.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Your cats love him and people do say that cats only trust in trustworthy people. Sebastian is trustworthy in your eyes, he does everything to make you feel loved and taken care of.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You beat him and ask to court him before he can, gifting him a ring that reassembles a cat. Sebastian normally doesn't wear any jewelry but your ring? He wears it on his finger all the time to show off and he takes such good care of it. He also likes to call your cats your kids. How scandalous, you two have so many kids even before marriage 🤭

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You don't know it but Sebastian train each and every cat you got to attack anyone who tries to talk to you, only exception being your relatives and close friends. Because of this and because people like to gossip, you're known as the cat magnet and that talking to you is inherently bad as anyone who tries ended up being bitten, scratched and chased by your cats and you are left wondering why they react like this. Nothing you do can possibly stop them so you resign yourself to spend your free time at home. And with Sebastian, of course.

[heartfullofleeches]

Sunday Broadcast Crew

A quick run through of the (existing) cast for Sunday Broadcast - a T.V Show in which Sunday (Clown Reader) is the star. Lemme know what y'all think-

Sunday the Clown/Clown Reader - Silly, Kind Hearted Clown. Only wants the best for everyone.

Telly (he/they/it) - Sunday's tag along and (second) best friend. A slightly mischievous television who always comes around when needed. Knows more than he's willing to tell, but as long as Sunday is safe he keeps his big mouth shut.

Gus (he/they) Sir (he/it) - A silly clown and his best friend, an anthropomorphic rabbit with a bad habit and a bad attitude. Sir can often be found chewing gum as smoking is forbidden during show hours. Low-key hates Gus, but is his best friend. Gus is unaware of his bed friends true feelings - loves everyone one and thing, but loves Sunday the most (please keep that a secret)

Melan (she/they) and Holly (she/her) - A sad jester and her best friend, a sweet housewife clown who tries her best to cheer her dear up. Melan is an unlucky girl who has little success with her tricks, often can be found sobbing in her room until Sunday, Holly or her siblings can convince her to come out.

Ventri (They/them) and Tres (they/it) - A playful mime and their.....friend? Pet? Ventri is a mime who doubles as a ventriloquist to some extent. Enjoys making hand puppets of their friends and can never be seen without one. "Speaks" solely through their puppets, their ability to mimic voices is scarily accurate. Tres is a giant wood puppet with a candy dispenser fitted into their stomach/chest. Gives candy to those who deserve it, bites those who don't.

Gus, Melan, and Ventri are all related. Sir, Holly, and Tres are their "imaginary friends" who are only visible to those who believe in them/they trust.

Thirteenth (they/them) and Wishbone (they/them) - An unlucky cat and a fortune rabbit shoved into a miserable companionship. The two cancel each other out in terms of their unnatural luck/unluck leading to them being unable to be apart for long. The two can hardly stand each other, their only common interests being Sunday. Wishbone has a permanent limp in their right leg following an accident they don't like to talk about. Thirteenth had their eye torn out by a broken shard of glass.

Margo Maggie (she/her) - An apple girl sweet as can be. Can easily be found in her garden tending to her crops. Her name is not "Margo Maggie" as much as it is Margo and Maggie as Maggie is her best friend abd biggest helper. Maggie has never been seen by anyone else due to how shy they are. If you happen to find a single tooth in an apple Margo gives you, please return it. It isn't not ripe yet.

Ferret (he/him) - A timid doll boy with an intense jealousy streak. Jealous of his peers for being able to feel and eat, and do everything else a normal human can do. The only reason he can "see" is because his eyes are glass. The empty cavity of his body is filled with fake organs and bones. If he is to ever loose a part of himself.... The best thing to do is hold your breath and hope he mistakes you for a doll like him.

The Handyman (It) - Keeps things in order, tolerates Sunday alone, very handy, likes balls of yarn.

Charlie - Charlotte? Charles? Charlene? Sunday's best and only friend :)

[manikas-whims]

An Elusive Alliance

— a Rafayel & Xavier friendship mini fic with sprinkles of Rafayel x Reader and Xavier x Reader moments

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Quick Update cause I had this chapter written out way before chapter 2 and 3..Just edited it, so here! Hope you guys like it 😊

Encounter 4: a reluctant compromise [AO3]

Rafayel would cut out his heart, swallow burning pieces of coal and even stop painting if you so much as asked. He was that devoted to you but it did not mean he was supposed to extend his fondness towards others in your life. Certainly not towards some shady guy who was clearly capable of far more than he let on.

And yet, why did it feel like that was exactly what Rafayel was being forced into?

He was here again! That suspicious deepspace hunter who called himself your partner. Rafayel was beginning to grow tired of him. It was fine running into your acquaintances once in a while in passing. But he didn't have the energy to socialize with them on a regular basis.

Even tonight, Rafayel had invited you for dinner after a particularly successful exhibition, wishing to pay his gratitude to you for helping him in choosing the right piece, and to spend more time in your company. He had only wanted to celebrate this moment with you.

Only you. But of course, kind as you were, you let your “sweet neighbor” tag along.

He might not have noticed it the other day at the pet store but for Xavier to have seen Rafayel's wanted poster, was not a normal thing. Him having seen it implied that the guy had been inside the worst parts of N109, which, yet again, wasn't an ordinary feat. But now that Rafayel had seen his light evol in action, it wasn't all that surprising. The guy could break in and enter as he pleased. And Rafayel might sound hypocritical but he could not bring himself to trust the guy.

“Why are you here again?” Rafayel asked curtly, hoping the saucy attitude dripping from his tone will put off the guy, willing him to leave. Or at least spur him into picking a fight. He wasn’t one for violence but everytime he saw Xavier, his hands itched to burn something.

To his utter dismay, Xavier didn’t seem the least bit offended. He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “I’m here to see the cats.”

Frustrated, Rafayel argued. “If you like them so much, why don’t you just take them!”

Xavier raised a brow, as if the question was absurd. “Because they’re yours.”

“Yep!” At that point, you joined in on the conversation with a happy nod. “The cat distribution system chose you.”

Cat distribution? What the tides was that supposed to mean!? Rafayel wasn’t sure if this was some actual scheme run by the government of Linkon or simply you pulling his leg (tail actually). But now wasn’t the time for any of that.

“You can’t just waltz in whenever and splurge on the food.” Rafayel said the first thing that popped into his mind, pointing an accusatory finger at the other man.

You pouted at his harsh choice of words. However, Xavier merely cocked his head to the side and scratched his cheek, his expression seeming genuinely guilt-ridden. “Is it..is it because I never help with the cooking?”

Rafayel blinked in wonder.

It took him a moment to grasp what this guy actually meant. Now that he could recall, everytime Xavier had come by with you, he had always hung out on the couch and played with the cats; never assisting with the preparation of the food he oh so loved scarfing down.

Regardless, if this was enough to make the man feel bad and leave, Rafayel would use it. “Yeah..you can say that.”

For a moment, he thought he’d seen a glint in Xavier’s quiet, blue eyes. The said guy stepped forward and looked down at Rafayel— a gesture he truly despised. Damn this guy for being a few inches taller!

“Then..can I make it up by helping out tonight?” Xavier asked hopefully.

Rafayel felt like kicking the sands on the beach. He even considered flinging himself into the sea, and dragging this guy with him while he was at it.

When he looked at Xavier again, it was obvious the guy was coming up with the most random ideas to stick around. And if Rafayel denied him this, he knew Xavier would only conjure another excuse to stay.

He shook his head and let out an aggravated breath, purple locks bouncing as he did so. “Fine. Help me with the food.”

“Rafayel!” You immediately called out to him. “You can’t–”

“No no no. Shush!” He put a finger to your lips to silence you. “Let the man carry his own weight.”

Xavier swiftly smacked Rafayel’s hand away from your lips and looked at him, the smile accompanying his expression a little too forced to be real. “Thanks then. I’m in your care.”

Barely two minutes at the kitchen counter with Xavier, and Rafayel realized why you were so averse to the idea of him helping with food. The guy was a hazard to culinary arts. He might swing around a sword or two but he wasn’t as deft when it came to chopping vegetables or regulating the gas stove’s temperature.

Rafayel considered the possibility of him pretending to be bad on purpose. So in the end, he could bail out and go back to lazing on Rafayel’s couch. But that seemed highly unlikely. The sad furrow of his brows showed how truly distressed he was about his own shortcomings right now.

“You’re quite good at this.” He commented, watching Rafayel stir a pot of freshly sliced onions in cooking oil.

Rafayel scoffed. “Complimenting me won’t win you any favors.”

“You’re sorely mistaken.” Xavier rolled his eyes, his lips curled down in distaste. “It wasn’t a compliment but a mere observation.”

Rafayel grit his teeth in hopes of keeping himself from smacking the guy with the ladle in his hand. Still, his honest rudeness was so much better than the adorable bunny charade he had going on in your presence.

Rafayel opened his mouth to fire an equally savage response. But that’s when you walked up to them.

“How’s it going?” You asked, completely oblivious of the discord in the air.

Xavier’s smile was back on his face like it had never left while Rafayel tried his best to mask his own annoyance.

“Almost done. Thanks to me, and only me.” Rafayel remarked, pleased at the barest moment for which Xavier narrowed his brows before (reluctantly) nodding in agreement.

Rafayel to MC be like: tell your friends it was nice to meet them, but i hope i never see them again 😤

Xavier pov next chapter! And its gonna be kitty cards and claw machines with these two idiots 🤭

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Prompts 38, 40, 43, and 44 with Jason

And that's it, unless someone requests a prompt I skipped or until I add onto the prompts list WOOOO

FLINCHING

He freezes, thinking he had hurt you. Hes a little hurt, believing that you dont trust him anymore.. please tell him that's not the case and that it's something else. Just know, if your flinching is caused by someone hes going to be absolutely furious. Not at you, but at the person in question.. as well as the mere concept that someone would want to hurt you. Bonus, if you and jason were childhood friends jason feels bad knowing he wasnt there for you, even if logically.. he couldn't be there. He holds you for a while, turning over what to do in his head. If he ever finds out who did it hes going to make sure they never come your way ever again, by any means necessary

ACTS OF KINDNESS

You had cleaned his mask after it got partially roughed up one night, leaving jason to wear his old sack. Hes still not at the point where hes comfortable going maskless around you, and he was going to clean his mask as it's more comfortable... but he just didnt have the time. So you took it upon yourself to clean and patch it up while your partner was out doing his work in the camp. To say he was.. touched.. when he saw what you had done is one way to put it. He nearly crushes you in a bear hug. He never asked for you to do it but you still did it, just to save him the trouble. Small acts like that get Jason feeling all soft and mushy..

DISCRETE CREATURE

I've written about a reader who's immortal and I've written a winged reader, but what about a demon reader? When jason finds out hes a little hurt you've kept such a huge secret from him, but he believes he still loves you.. he had always seen you as an angel, but.. you're definitely not that.. if you look like a normal person hes going to think you're messing with him until you show some kind of proof.. some powers or a secret second form or something like that! It does.. make him feel reassured that you're more.. resilient.. than normal humans.. maybe I'll make this it's own post!

GETTING A PET

Jason sees a lot of the forest critters as friends, so getting a pet isnt going to change much for him.. but if you want a pet to keep you company when hes out and about then he doesn't mind at all! Honestly I don't think Jason has much preference when it comes to choosing a cat or dog.. I can see him liking both, honestly! Regardless of which one you choose.. or if you choose something else..you both put time into it to make sure its healthy and loved. If there's room on the bed sometimes the animal crawls in and sleeps with you two. The only main worry Jason has is the animal wandering into one of the traps he has set out in the woods.. it may have to be an indoor pet, or at least very heavily monitored by one of you when its outside

[catadvice]

Hi, I have a question and I’m not exactly sure who to ask haha.

So, my cat Bruno is an outside cat. He’s middle aged in cat years and has really bad only child syndrome. And, we recently started taking care of this stray kitten that we found. And Bruno doesn’t like him… at all. And he’s also not eating now. Idk if the two are correlated, but I’m really, REALLY concerned. Please give me some advice 🥲

Hey! First of all, keep in mind that I'm just a person on the Internet who has cats and really loves cats, but not a vet or an otherwise qualified cat expert (tm)

That saying, I have successfully introduced a kitten to a resident older cat so I can give some advice there.

(Long answer below the cut because I ended up writing a lot more than I thought I would!)

It can be quite a big adjustment for cats who have been living as the only cat/pet of the family to suddenly having to share their space with a new kitten, and especially for older cats there can be problems with the kitten being very energetic and wanting to play with an older cat who does not share the same enthusiasm for play time.

The thing that worked for us is following the strategy shared in these videos I'm going to share below.

In general, I recommend all of Jackson Galaxy's videos on how to introduce cats. The tl;dr is that you need to introduce them very slowly and by gradually using more and more senses (smell, sight, etc.). For example the first step is to isolate the kitten in only one room of your house (with its food and litter box etc.) so that the resident cat can smell the new kitten but isn't able to see it nor interact with it physically. I know you said Bruno is an outdoor cat but I'm assuming the new kitten is staying inside the house (if it isn't, please bring it inside, you'll need to sort out vaccines and neutering/spaying before you can safely consider whether you will allow him to be an outdoor cat too).

(A brief note on cats outside: I would urge you to carefully consider whether you want to leave your cats outside or not, but I don't know your situation, where you live, or any other reason that you might have for Bruno being an outdoor cat, so I'm not going to say anything more than this.)

Use food as a way to bring them closer. Feed the kitten inside the room it's living in for the time being and feed Bruno outside the room and gradually move their bowls closer day by day so that eventually they're eating on opposite sides of the closed door.

Honestly, follow the advice from the videos as much as possible, it would take me forever to re-write it in this answer but I can guarantee you that it will work. This does not mean that the two cats will ever be best friends at the end of the process (because it very much depends on the individual cats' personalities and their lived experiences), but what you're aiming for by doing all this is to make it so that at least they tolerate each other's presence and are not stressed out by the other cat.

It will take a long time, yes. It took us close to three months to introduce our new kitten to the resident cat. But it was worth it, because that way it will never became a stressful experience for either of them.

Last advice on Bruno not eating: I'm very sorry to hear this and I wish I could tell you whether it's due to the stress of the new cat being introduced, but the reality is that no one will be able to tell for sure whether it's related to that or something else. So before you do anything, please bring Bruno to a vet for a check up, they'll be able to examine him and rule out actual medical emergencies. The bottom line is that not eating is not a good sign. If he's still drinking despite not eating you can be less worried, but he needs to see a vet ASAP if the not eating has been going on for more than a couple of days and is not normal behaviour for him. Ultimately, you know your cat, so trust your instincts but my advice here is vet first.

I hope you find this useful, that it turns out Bruno is perfectly healthy, and that the introduction between him and the new kitten goes smoothly!

If you have any more questions my inbox will always stay open, and please give us an update if you'd like to in the future!

Best of luck to you, Bruno, and your new kitten 😸

The videos I recommend watching:

[ticklehigh-allthetime]

Losers Together

A/n: Hey guys! I haven’t wrote a tk fic in so long so bear with me please! Huskerdust has my soul literally.)

It had been a normal day in the hotel for everyone,except for Husk.

He had been standing behind the counter long in thought staring into space.

Everyone in the hotel knew about Husks deal with Alastor. They knew not to bring it up to either of them because it would make husk mad and grumpier than he already was.

The only person who could ask questions was Angel. Husk trusted Angel with everything, perhaps it was from the close bond they had with each other….. I mean to be fair Angel was the first person in hell to ever seen him cry which is reasonable because they were now dating.Husk was trying to avoid thinking about what happened to him with Alastor a while ago but he couldn’t help himself. The more he thought about it the angrier he got. For the first time in a while he started thinking and reflecting on his actions and how fucked up he was mentally. He felt tears in his eyes but blinked them away laying his head on the counter. He started to think about Angel. He couldn’t wrap his finger around why Angel liked him or even…..noticed him? He was a grumpy old cat after all, why would someone as cool as Angel want him? He sunk into to counter eventually falling asleep.

Angel eventually got home from work, today was a good day for him because Val didn’t go too far in the studio and he got off work earlier than usual. Angel was excited to see his grumpy cat lover so they could hang out, usually they never have time to hang out in the day because of Angels work schedule but thankfully today was different.

He walked up to the bar noticing Husk purring as he slept with his head on the counter.

Angel moved next to him and rubbed his ears, most of the time when Husk sleeps at the bar he’s had a bad day so Angel knew something was up.

He stayed there until Husk eventually woke up to Angel softly petting his head. “What the…..Angel? You’re back already?” His voice was raspy and deep from just waking up.

Angel smiled at him but noticed the fur by his eyelids were a bit damp hinting he was crying a bit. “Hey Husky how about we go to my room so you can get some sleep, okay?”

Husk smiled at the offer but wasn’t super tired anymore.

“I’m not that tired anymore but we can still go to your room if you want”He took a sip from his drink then throws away the bottle.

They get to Angels room and decided to watch a movie.

Angel was laying on Husk’s chest as they watched on of Angels favorite comedy movies. He looks up to Husk seeing a sour expression on his face. He pauses the movie and looks up to him. “Hey we can change the movie if you don’t like it baby, I don’t mind” Angel smiles at him softly “are you ok?” He kisses Husk’s cheek looking at him with admiration. Husk looks down at him still wondering how he got such an amazing soul in this dipshit called hell. “Yes Angel I’m fine” He mumbles softly still not acting like he was enjoying their time together.

Angel frowned, “Is it Alastor again?”

Husk ashamedly looked down. “I mean kinda? I dunno I’m just-“ He sighs looking an angel holding his chin. “I just don’t know why you stick with me all the time….im not a good person and I’m not worth your time”

Angel basically gasped. It felt like Angels heart just exploded in millions of peices. If anything Husk doesn’t deserve him. He sat up and looked at Husks solemn expression.

“Babe honestly what the fuck are you talking about?”

Husk was caught off guard and stared at him with confusion “I mean-“ Angel covered his mouth and hugged him. “You deserve the world, if I could give that to you I would.”

Husk hugged him back. He still wasn’t used to getting all that affection and admiration but he didn’t exactly hate it.

They cuddled while Angel continued spilling compliments to Husk u til he was a blushing mess.

“We’re both losers together remember?” Angel smiled at husk as he nodded. Angel was messing with Husk fur eventually brushing up against his sides.

Husk jolted and made a weird expression, he hoped Angel hadn’t noticed but it was too late. Angel smiled at him. “Dang I forgot you were so ticklish that even a tiny brush against your side makes you squirm~”

Husk blushes and grabbed Angels hand tiredly. “Don’t even think about it”

“Too late~ ‘sides you need a good laugh after today”

Soon enough Angel grabbed Husk paws and places them above his head gently tracing his fingers on his sides waiting for a reaction.

Husk didn’t was to succumb so easily and was fighting back the urge to laugh. To be honest Husk never hated when Angel would tickle him but he would never admit that to ANYONE even himself..

“Babyyyyy come onnnn it would be sooo much easier and fun if you would just let loose!” Angel giggled as he watched husk struggling not to laugh as his body twitched with every move angels fingers made.

Husk eventually let go and started laughing, his laugh started with minor chuckles but eventually got louder.

“There’s my smiley baby~” Angels fingers started getting faster and softer as he went to Husk’s ribs and soon enough his wings opened up from all the adrenaline. Angel gave husk a mischievous look.

Husk looked at him panicking while he was laughing still from the tingly sensations

“DOHAHANT YOHAHAU FUAHACKING DAHARE!”

Angel the stared tracing on his wings while leaving a set of hands on his sides still tickling.

Angel thought Husk laugh couldn’t get louder, lord he was wrong.

Husk was laughing really hard but he was also purring in between laughter. Angels whole face lit up

“Oh my god! You’re enjoying this!”

Husk blushes really hard and eventually his laughter becomes wheezes. Angels took that as a sign to stop, he let go of his paw and sat down smiling at him.

Husk was still in a fit of giggles on the floor laughing at the funny situation he got himself in.

“Sooooo you like being tickled husky?”

Husk looked at Angel still out of breath with a faint blush.

“Fuahak off….”

Angel looked at him with a grin “it’s okay I don’t judge baby” Angle rubbed Husks belly removing the ghost tickles. He started kissing husks face all over and hugging him.

“Losers together?” Angel smiles and lets go of the hug.

“Loser together” Husk pulled Angel into a kiss, afterwards they decided to head to sleep ending the evening with cuddles and a few slight tickles from Angel to Husk every few minutes. He didn’t mind though, he loved Angel so so much.

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[lifmera]

Heya, I was wondering if I could have a matchup for Hazbin Hotel? Male please x

My pronouns are she her, I'm fairly average height for a girl and my favourite animals at the moment are either cats or goats!!

I have black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, my hair goes just above my breasts and is layered. I wear a lot of black and hardly own any clothes that aren't!! (It’s just so flattering) I have a few large tattoos as well and am definitely getting more. I also have a lot of ear piercings, a nose stud and 🍒 piercings. I’m also English (northern, not southern) so I do have an accent

In terms of personality, l'd say l'm rather outgoing, witty and a bit nerdy. I wear a lot of studs and chains but I think they look badass, however I wear them causally so I guess you could also say I’m pretty bold? I've often been told l intimidate people, however I like to think they don't know me well enough to judge. Ive been told I can be quite loud, and I have some blunt, dry sense of humour which my friends seem to like. I'm an ENTP through and through and am currently in law school, stereotypical as fuck ik. I can sometimes struggle to trust people due to past experiences, however I think I’ve got the hang of reading people now to know when they’re my kind of cunt or not.

I can have a short temper and struggle with my emotions sometimes, (diagnosed bpd/adhd, looooove to see it) but am in the process of learning to manage them quite well.

Hobby wise, I enjoy drawing, painting and going out with my friends to concerts and festivals. I Love music, specifically Goth, Metal (Death, Goth metal, Nü metal, all sorts) and a little bit of rock obviously. I'm tempted to start learning how to play the drums or guitar but am not sure where to start, plus school takes up so much of my time.

There's of course no rush to reply, I adore your work I think your matches are always spot-on and I'm really curious !!

-🕷️🕸️

HEY 🕷️🕸️!!!

Honestly I was so TORN between these two. So i decided lol… why not both?

Its okay hun!! I major Pre-Law right now 🩷

I’ve decided to pair you with… VOX & HUSK

Vox first though. Cus i read this and i was like.. VOX but then when i showered i was like .. wait husk… and then i was like FUCK… anyways

He’d definitely talk to you more because you reminded him of Velvette. And what probably went thru his head was “ooh new model :)”

But he LOVES ur personality. If you intimidated VOX? He would literally purr at ur feet and BEG you to join the Vee’s.

Even if you are dry, its okay, cus everything else makes up for it to him.

He definitely isn’t surprised if you don’t trust him at first, but he’s think that “nothing a little hypnotizing cant fix ! ;)” (take that as you wish.)

Vox is kinda pretty shitty himself- and probably doesnt really care much about you unless you blow a fuse on him. But honestly he’d like that.

Though he’d also be glad that you are managing your emotions! He HATES tantrums . (Cough cough Val)

He would probably make you draw you guys together lets me honest. He’d think it’d be funny. Till he actually enjoys it.

He would make fun of ur music taste. Then he would love it. Cus hes such a LOSER like that……

Honestly he’d love it sm he’d have them as theme songs D:

If you learned any instruments it’d probably cause him to want to as-well….

Ok Husker time…

Not gonna lie. You guys give off the same vibe, and he’d probably like you the most out of everyone at the hotel.

Especially at first glance?? Like finally… someone normal

Says him anyways.

Husk HATES cats, and obviously… i think he would also let you pet him or brush his fur… after becoming in a relationship. Otherwise he’d literally bite you.

I think he would talk to you first at the bar, and man is he good at finding shit out???

I think you guys would become close friends within a finger snap-

And honestly become inseparable. Totally have backhanded shit to say and it would be so funny. (Great duo)

He definitely would be super proud of you for seeking help! He would say that not much people have enough balls to do that.

Honestly i also think Husk would enjoy painting too. He seems like a gambler but i think in his free time, something like painting would relax him?? Or atleast looking at paintings and analyzing them.

Your music taste? Probably same as his. He’d love to listen with you, and Everytime you are at the bar he’d ask if you wanted to play a song you both enjoyed.

If you learned the guitar he’d be SO IMPRESSED. Like “okay dayum… ❤️”

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY HUN!! And AWUGHS THANK YOU SO MUCH?? i always try to make the characters accurate because i feel like if they are ooc .. its just.. weird ?

[nokonomi]

Wild Kratts OC: Clara Nightingale (created by Nokonomi, Wild Kratts fandom, assemble!) <3

Ah yes, Clara Nightingale. A very fragile and angelic young girl with pure voice and good talent; such a good and well-behaved young 9 year old girl. But is she REALLY the Angel we all see and love and trust?

Clara Nightingale is a famous 9 year old actress in Hollywood, known for her “love of animals” and how she treats them right. She first encounters the Kratt brothers in an episode where she was interested in them helping her with filming and bringing her some animals for the show. They agree firmly and say no harm. Later she is seen with Spots Swat and Little Howler, with makeup plastered all over their face, doing little tiny tricks for her while she drinks a cup of tea.

Now the Kratt brothers found that this footage was released in public, and they found out she wants to keep Spot Swat and Little Howler as pets for the rest of her life. Now the Wild Kratts are on a mission to find those two and stop her from taking them away from their natural habitats.

In a later episode, she is seen filming something, but is disturbed when Chris enters her while she is filming a scene, and says to simply “stop using animals for production films and let them go” and she says she wasn’t even planning to. She gets angry when things get ruined by Chris and she blames Zach, who is there as well, and she manages to scare him off. Wow! Pretty scary and angry at the same time. Don’t piss off this child!

Anyways all the villains were at the production scene helping her film, and she films a scene where some other baby animals are forced to do tricks under her command, using Zach’s machinery to control their minds.

Up in the clouds, in the Tortuga, Aviva is watching this scene unfold. She warns Chris and Martin not to try and mess with her too much, or she might call upon her “bodyguard” to help fight back the Kratt Brothers.

Chris and Martin activate falcon powers to save the animals, and are too late unfortunately, but they managed to save some of the baby animals except for Spots Swat and Little Howler, who are crying, which Clara silenced them angrily. Chris and Martin explain that this is animal cruelty and she shouldn’t be using them for film productions at a very young age, and she should change her way.

Martin:

“We understand, you want them as pets, but you could’ve just bought a cute dog, cat or maybe even a hamster at your local pet store! Easy as cake. They belong free and-“ (imagine getting cut off by a 9 year old)

“—-IN THE WILD BLAH BLAH BLAH NO NO NO NO!!! I WANT MY BABY ANIMALS AND I INSIST KEEPING THEM AS PETS! I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO YOU, CRAP BROTHERS! BLEHHHHH!”

Of course, it’s not going to be easy, because when she snaps her fingers, multiple of her strong, tall and muscular bodyguards come, some of them easily manage to take down Martin, but Chris fights back and ends up destroying them with Rhino powers. She gets angry and starts storming off into her dressing room, and she calls the big guns.

(yes this is a reference to that one Max Butler scene in Cats don’t Dance)

Clara calls upon her biggest and baddest and toughest bodyguard, who measures about 10ft tall, not very normal. I know this isn’t normal heights for humans, but please, bear with me at least! Very lean and bad, he comes forward and manages to break through the wall of the giant set, and the bodyguards all stand aside for the one bodyguard she trusts in the entire world! Yes I know it’s cringe but bear with me she is Darla-Dimple based.

“Yes Ms. Nightingale.” “Rudy, get rid of those pesky wild kratts for me while you can, they’re a nuisance to this production of mines and I would like you to take care of them!” “Of course, Ms. Nightingale.”

So of course, Rudy walks very slowly and aggressively toward Chris and Martin, grabs them and squeezes them to a pulp, and manages to make them speak.

“Speak when spoken to.” “Hey, Rudy! I uh—-don’t mean to interrupt but uh—ehe- if you could just let us go we could maybe try and find a discussion! We just want you to let us take the baby animals to their natural habitat because Clara is being a real meanie to them right now.”

“SILENCE.” “What does the kitty cat say?” “Uh….gulp? Martin?” “Uh……Meow?” “VERY GOOD.”

And so with that; he crushed them and squashed them until their a ball and roll into the floor, they don’t get any injuries luckily. Just get jumped into the floor and fall through it. Rudy checks to see if there is anything else Clara needs, and Clara says in an angelic, sweet and innocent voice…

“That’ll be all for today, Rudy!” *pat pat*

Meanwhile, the Kratt Bros get rescued, and end up returning some of the other baby animals to their natural habitat, but Spot Swat and Little Howler are still with Clara, not in their natural habitat. The Kratt Crew makes a plan to try and stop her from using animals for her shows, so they devise a plan. Aviva does her usual invention stuff and makes special creature power suits that could save the cheetah cub and the wolf cub.

Tune in to Part 2 to see what they are planning next, meanwhile, have some little known information about Clara Nightingale.

INFORMATION ABOUT HER:

Name: Clara Nightingale Wilson

Age: 9 years old

Gender: Female

Zodiac: Capricorn

DOB: November 15th, 2013

Born in: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California

Role: Rolemodel, Fashionista, Actress

Other occupation: Villain/Villain Industry

Personality: A very sweet, fragile and young girl who is desperate for attention and fame, unlike the adult villains who search for money. She already is rich and just needs the fame.

A very energetic and annoying little girl, but in public she is usually seen putting on an angelic and rather innocent persona she claims as ‘The Little Angel from Heaven’ which she has a movie she acted in which was called that, and she is famous for being the youngest actor in the Hollywood Industry.

Outside though, she is not that demure and cutesy, and she is often portrayed as a monster to the people who are assigned to her, they just don’t show it to people because they know there will be consequences. Her bodyguards are the only people close to family, including Rudy, her one and only #1 bodyguard.

Angst: At a young age, her parents had often fought a lot because of their arranged marriages they had with each other. They didn’t even love each other and she thought they did love each other, but they didn’t. And they didn’t even love her either, never accepted her. In real life, in person, she was desperate for someone to care. Someone to love and finally appreciate her true self. She wanted people to film the real her. When she discovered animal, she knew they could make her happy, and she hired multiple exotic animals from around the world to help her.

Which resulted in the Wild Kratt’s having issues with her all the time, exceptions are Zach as half of the issue all the time. But she never really learned what family really meant. In her heart, laid a cold and heavy brick stone, which crushed her heart and turned her into what she is today. She doesn’t live with her parents anymore and constantly has to remember the traumatizing memories. At a young age, she secretly got therapy, and hid it from the rest of Hollywood, Los Angeles. Because she didn’t wanna ruin her reputation, so they kept it secret. She paid THEM to keep it a secret.

Exposing the therapy sessions would result in her having to retire because she would not be in the right state of mind to carry on all her films, and it stressed her out all the time. But in the public. She hid it all with just one innocent and cute smile, deep down inside the little girl was waiting for a bright light to shine.

When she saw how happy the Wild Kratt’s were with each other, how they all bonded, she was desperate, HUNGRY even for that bond…..She wanted to take the happiness away from them and give it to her own selfish desires so she could finally be herself. Finally not chase this undying wish of having family. So she knew stealing animals would probably make them pay more attention to her.

“I wanted to have what you had. That familial bond you had with your friends. I wanted to take it all away from you and watch you pitifully exhaust yourselves with anger and desire, and give me attention! I wanted the family bonds you had with them! The Wild Kratts! I wanted what YOU had, Chris Kratt!”

-Clara Nightingale. A break down she had while she was talking to Chris Kratt and how jealous she was of him and his friends for having such happy lives.

Now that will be all for today, and I appreciate you all reading this! It was fun to sort this character together, the angst and the villainy inside of Clara. Hopefully she gets some fanart as well. I might describe what she looks like later so right now just imagine! :)

Have a good day! Bye!

(Spoiler: Some Voice Claims I might give her)

VA #1: Darla Dimple (Cats Don’t Dance)

VA #2: Enid Sinclair (Wednesday Addams)

VA #3: Sally Williams (CreepyPasta)

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HI!;!2$28: ITS ME AGAIN <3 the anon from the vampy boys ask <3 ( please can i be 🎀 anon if it’s not taken? )

AND IM BACK BUT W MY OWN HCS FOR HYBRID BOYS AND BABYSPACE READER <3333

joonie would walk alongside her as he took her to a littles only session of the local playarea! he has to make sure his baby doesn't get hurt 24/7 ( the playarea is a 30 second walk from their house )!

bearyjinnie and standing on his hind legs with her while she’s in babyspace, trying to teach her to walk 🥺. and when she does eventually stand, they try to push eachother over ( like polar bears do ). jin is so scared to hurt her he hardly touches her and lets his cub push him over <3

yoongles and always laying on his back around her, trusting her enough to show his stomach <3. ( i’d think he’d be a puma or something instead of a normal cat! pumas are just so yoongi idk ). mewling to her like a kitten as she babbles something across the lines of “kitty cat!“ bc hes totally not an apex predator, he’s a kitty cat.

HOBI JUMPING ON HER 24/7. LICKING HER FACE TO HEAR HER GIGGLE AND LAUGH!,!::;$$ he brings her squeaky toys to chew on, but she gets scared everytime they actually squeak :(( so he buries them all and next time he goes out to get new toys, he makes sure none of them make noise <3

KITTYMIN purring and slowly blinking at her, trying to say "ilysm🫶", but baby thinks theres something in his eyes, and wipes his eyes 'gently' ( but shes a baby so, yknow ☹️ ), making jimin meow loudly in discomfort and everyone else laughing at him

taefox rubbing their noses together and happily yipping everytime she does it back <3 he'd also cuddle with her under piles and piles of blankets to "preserve heat" (its the hottest day of the year)

JUNGBUNNY RUBBING HIMSELF AGAINST HER ALLLL THEEE TIME. making sure she knows her fluffy bunny is there always!!!! standing on his hind legs whenever she gurgles "bunny stand!". he's willing to do anything she says <3

all of them hating whenever she's in a big headspace, so they force her to be a baby by putting her pacifier in her mouth and treating her naturally how they would treat their young. it works every time!

Hi!! Yes, you definitely can be!

Joonie being so intimidating when they go on walks!! omg. He'd be her scary ass escort that's smiling at her giggling and growling at dogs that come too close.

AWWW FAKE PUSH FIGHTS!! He'd just barely brush her with his fuzzy paws and dramatically fall back. I think there would be a time where to push him down, mc hugs him and hes so surprised that they both fall back together.

Also the trying to teach her to walk makes me think of the possibility of penguin! hybrid jimin (yes he's a tabby cat rn but the idea is just so cute) Penguins put their babys feet on top of theirs to teach them to walk, and imagine jimin doing it with mc!! he'd be so happy to be fufilling his more primal urge to care for her, and would gush over her excited giggles as daddy helps her walk.

You're right! He's a black panther hybrid. He'd be so soft for her. He's definitely not a big scary predator, he's her kitty kat that purrs and shows her his stomach anytime shes near. I can imagine him stalking into her room in his shifted form, looking all scary and intense, just to immediately flop onto his back when he's close enough for her to reach down and pet his stomach.

OMG HIM BURYING THE SCARY TOYS!! that's so cute. 🥺 mc would be so confused when she's big, asking where all his toys are, and he'd just smile and go "They scared my baby, so I buried them." (She'd be so touched that he did that for her, and equally embarassed that she was so scared.) He'd definitely make her go to the pet store with him when she's little, just to be completely sure that all toys are baby approved.

awww poor Minnie, just trying to tell his baby how much he loves her and gets a eyeful of fingers. They'd all find it funny as fuck, until baby starts wailing cause she hurt her kitty :( He'd have to curl up in her arms and lick at her fingers to make her stop crying.

He so would!! he needs to let out his affections for her, and the reciprocation of his more animalistic forms of affection just scratch an itch that human affection can't. He'd drag her into his little makeshift den (gently of course) and nip at the hands of any of the boys who reach into it. Can't they see that he's gettting her comfortable? so rude.

jungkook following little her around in bunny and human form, doing whatever she so cutely asks him to. :(( Making himself known with soft headbutts and chirps when she calls out for her bunny. He'd respond to her so much in bunny form that even in human form his head snaps around when she says anything close to "bunny."

While I don't think they hate her big headspace (they love all of them) they do definitely have times where her little space is just so endearing that they want to induce it. Putting her paci in her mouth, only respoding to childish speech, stopping her from doing things because she's "too little", only treating her like their young, etc. are all things they would do to get and keep her in littlespace. 100% success rate.

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Fourteen! (forteen? 14.) I am legally required to include Ruby in every single writing project I make ever, and this is no different. I hope you like my misanthropic bibliophile :0

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It's Josie's idea to research the guy possessing my cat. She texted me a little after breakfast to meet up at the library and see if we can find any record of this Magnus guy. I would rather do literally anything else, honestly, but I'm starting to think my best bet is to just do what she says at this point, especially with how suspicious I am of my cat's every move.

I watch Renfield closely, phone in hand, ready to record any odd behavior, but he seems to be back to his normal kitty self -- for now. He waddles around, sniffing at his salmon pate before lapping it up with as many nasty slurping sounds as possible. Then he makes his way over to the litter box before finally trundling up the little ramp to his bed on the windowsill

He paused, looking at the view. For a second, I think Magnus is back. I picture Renfield's head turning around like in the exorcist, and opening his mouth to speak backwards. But nothing happens. He just adjusts his position, lays down, and starts to snore.

I shouldn't be so on edge right now. It's my cat. I've had him for five years now. I know his routine by heart. I can translate his meows to know if he wants a treat or wants pets.

With a sigh, I text Josie back. I don't want to go to the library, or research, or do any of this. I shouldn't have to do any of this. I want my cat back, but I still drag my feet on the way out the door.

Let the record show, however, that I'm not scared of the Sutton University Library. 

True, its old and creepy, and I always feel like I’m being watched the second I walk through the door, but that’s because it’s one of the oldest buildings in town. I only avoid it because I'm not the biggest fan of research, and, also, [something punchy and silly]. During Sutton’s mining boom, an old rich widow moved in with her only child and commissioned a place for her hundreds of books. For the longest time, it doubled as a school house for local kids, not that she ever taught anyone. Legend says that she was so scary that she made kids cry just by looking at them. Kids wrote in their journals that she could even turn you to stone. 

According to legend, she died when a bookcase in the basement fell over on her, and crushed her. Even if her daughter later sold the building to the municipality, legend says that the Librarian never left, and she still reshelves books in the night to this day. 

I don’t think that’s the case, honestly. Or. I didn’t. I’m starting to doubt myself which I kind of hate since being overconfident and stupid has always been my thing.

But I'm not about to start acting different just because of a little thing like my whole world view being shaken. No, I waltz right in through the old doors, pleased as punch, and look to my right. Josie, done up in all black with a spiky leather duster vest, follows in my footsteps with far less gusto. "Do you even know where you're going?"

I wish I had the right to be offended. I really wish I did. But it's not like I'm known for being bookish and worldly. "The microfiche is down in basement level two," I inform her confidently, with only the slightest hint of bitterness, and head on to the stairs. There's an elevator, but it was installed over fifty years ago, and no matter how many annual [ safety exams] it's passed, I wouldn't trust that thing with a coffee mug, much less my own life.

So we take the stairs down into the depths of the old building, past the first landing and its creepy door, and down to the second. The doors seem to close on their own, and seem determined to creak no matter how much WD40 they slather on the hinges, so we enter the basement with a low, ominous groan.

"This place is creepy," Josie says.

"Ayup."

I make myself waltz in, carefree and unbothered, because, even if ghosts are apparently now real and also have been all along, this creepy basement is neither haunted nor supernatural. It's just creepy.

[Transition]

The librarian down here is tall, and gorgeous in that way that feels dangerous. High cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and a gaze that says she'd murder me for thinking too loud.

"You're back," she says,

[stuff]

"Uh, Kaz, who are you talking to?"

"Miss Lark. She's in charge of the historical records?" I feel like if anyone knew [the historical librarians] by name, it should have been Josie, not me.

She gives me a look.

[Rambles about the librarian] and oh my god, she's a ghost, isn't she?"

Josie purses her lips.

I look to the librarian. She's looking at me like my very presence offends her, but, to be fair, that's sort of always how she looks at me. "So..."

"Did you want something?" the librarian asks. Or, I suppose, the Librarian with a capital L.

“Uh,” I say, because I’m very cool in the face of uncertainty. “Did I ever get your name?”

The Librarian gives me a look. I kind of want to die on the spot, but I think i would only end up haunting this place with her for eternity. 

“Microfiche?” Josie whispers. 

Why couldn’t she have been the one to be able to see and talk to ghosts? I don’t want this responsibility. 

Researching is as painful as always. You'd think that trying to find the guy possessing my cat would keep

“Hey look at this one,” Josie says, and steps back to let me see the obituary of Magnus Sunthorpe, one of the earlier residents of Sutton, who funded a lot of the town’s growth. He was extremely rich, with six children. Apparently it was a freak logging accident that got him, while they were felling trees to clear space for the mine entrance. He would be dearly missed, claims the writer, but I had my doubts. 

“You think he’s our guy?” I ask. “He might not be the only Magnus who lived here.”

“No, but I think it’s worth a shot. so far he’s the only one who fits the bill. Of course, this would be much easier if we could ask someone who knows more than we do.” She gives me a pointed look. 

“What?” I ask. 

She raises her brows, then sighs and spells it out for me. “The librarian?”

“Oh. Uh.” feel the blood drain from my face at the idea. “Not another seance though, right? We’re not gonna….?” I make a few obscure gestures that hopefully get across the process of setting up candles and raising the dead. 

[Josie talks her into it]

I feel like I’m back in grade school all of a sudden, being stared down at by my evil history teacher in tenth grade. The Librarian clearly hears me approaching, since she very pointedly picks up another book and slowly puts it back on the shelf. I briefly wonder what this must look like to Josie, then wonder if ghosts have the power of murdering people based off vibes alone. 

“Um,” I say. “Uh.” My mouth is dry, and suddenly my head is too filled with thoughts that can’t quite form into words. It takes more than a little effort to clear my throat and try again. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

She stops, book in one hand, eyes still on the shelf where it belongs. 

“Hi. My name is Kaz. I think you already knew that, but, uh, you know. Thanks for all those times you helped me find the right book for my research papers.” It was part of the urban legend, I realize now. She leads you to the shelf that has the book you need, then disappears when you aren’t looking. Frankly I just thought that’s what librarians are like. She never made much sound walking, but I do my best to silence my footsteps whenever I’m down here as it is. "So, I kind of need your help now, too. We're trying to find a specific guy. See, I think my friend's cat got possessed by a ghost. Um. Spirit. Uh..." I swallow hard, and gesture awkwardly to Josie behind me.

She waves, and shoots me a look that says she's as entirely at a loss as I am.

"Jose," I whisper, as if the Librarian can't hear me. "Is it rude to call them ghosts to their faces?"

She shrugs and gesticulates in a way that really emphasizes that, yes, she is as much at a loss as I am.

Right. Cool. Cool, I'm so cool.

But by the time I turn around, the Librarian is turning into one of the poorly lit aisles, and I stumble to catch up to her. I feel like I'm losing my mind. The Librarian had helped me out a hundred times before. Her outfit was vaguely vintage, or retro, or something, but it was far from unusual in a college town like this. She never exactly walked through walls or floated a few inches off the ground.

Wait.

I glance down. No, she's indeed walking around like a normal human would, with pants and shoes and everything.

Thank god I was looking at her feet, because she makes no sound as she pulls to a stop, and I manage to just barely fall short of walking into her. Through her? Fuck, man, I don't know. She gives me a pointed look, and nods at the shelf in front of her.

"Is that the droid we're looking for?"

Her already sour expression turns angry.

"Star Wars? No?"

[Brief conversation]

"It's not that I can't speak," she says, and a cold wave of dread shoots down my spine. It's her voice that gives her away -- a strange, whispery voice that sounds as much like a woman as it does a stack of papers rustling in the wind. "I just hate people." The flickering light goes out entirely, plunging me into darkness for juts a second. When it returns, I'm alone.

The filing box falls off the shelf with a thud.

I jump back with a shriek, and a ghostly Shhhh! echoes out of the shadows.

"Kaz?" Josie rounds the corner, walking slowly. Like she's been following the whole time. "Are you okay? What happened?"

I vaguely remember that when it comes to the supernatural, time can be wonky. If that's truly the case, I'd like to throw the towel in now. That's it, universe. I'm haunted, I'm seeing ghosts, and now I entered into some weird afterlife dimension where no time passed in the real world. I'm done, and I want to go to bed. But instead of saying all that, I point to the overturned box at my feet, and say, "Ghost box."

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Villain Pet AU

In which most/all of the villains/villain groups in MHA have their own pets/mascots. @cans-of-beans and I created this in a wild discord convo. Beans, if there's anything important I missed/that you want to elaborate on please add it on

League of Villains: Monchan, naturally. In this AU, he has a longevity/immortality Quirk (so Tomura can't hurt him by accident) and One For All (which he got by accident, by licking up some of All Might's blood during his battle with AFO while All Might was thinking about a successor). There is much debate in the League over whether he's haunted, weird, or just a Very Smart Good Boy. This is because the vestiges (mostly Nana) use an Ouija board to communicate through Monchan. (It was Toga and Twice's idea.)

Shie Hassaikai, specifically Chisaki: Shi, aka Four, a black cat that Chisaki adopted at Pops' request two years pre canon. (Also my personal favorite and therefore the longest section here.) The conversation went a little like this:

Pops: You need to develop empathy and be more human. Maybe taking care of a pet will help.

Chisaki, used to Pops indirectly insulting him: Oh thank god, for a second I thought you were going to shove a whole child at me.

Pops: Haha, no, I don't trust you with a child.

(Eri is hanging out with her grandfather for now. It's a marginally better situation.)

Four has an intelligence Quirk. She can't naturally understand human language or get into deep philosophy (and she still acts and thinks like a cat), but she understands some things that normal cats don't (like that feet are a part of humans and not the enemy) and can communicate concrete ideas with symbols that Kai taught her.

Her name is Four/Shi because in Japanese both death and four can be pronounced 'shi,' making four an unlucky number. I feel like Chisaki would be the type of person to play on that superstition.

Chisaki loves this cat. So much so that he gets/sews clothes for her. He tried to make her wear shoes too, to keep her feet off the dirty floors, but she hated them because they kept her from using her claws. Also, there is definitely a cat-sized lab coat among the clothes she has.

Gentle Criminal and La Brava: You know the whole "Kiwi and his goth gf" thing? Those are the birds these two have. Gentle has the goth gf, whose name is Bronte--sometimes he'll call her Miss/Madame Bronte for fun. Brava's multicolor bf's name is Cariño(so), which is Spanish for sweetheart/kind/loving/gentle. The birds are in love, naturally, and they often fly out with cameras attached to scope out areas Gentle and Brava are interested in for their videos/heists.

The MLA/PFL: Neither of us have gotten far enough into the story to meet them, so we decided for fun that they had a goldfish with a mecha suit a la Megamind. (This is subject to review.)

(Bonus: Natsuo, in this AU, is a vet and works at a veterinary clinic that (somehow) all of the villains attend to for their pets. The clinic is the only neutral ground that all of them respect.)

[kyistell]

*falls from the ceiling fan*

May we please have Loui hc’s? 👁️👁️

*completely fine if not dw <3*

Ask and thou shall receive :3

Louisiana-

He’s chaotic, just as bad as Florida but not nearly as obvious

Dyslexic, normally with English but it can affect him when reading French as well

Was really wary of the NE for most of his childhood as a state, now he is generally fine with them but there is no way he in going into any of their states willingly

Has been in a small prank war with Kansas since the 60s, over that time other southern states have been dragged in every so often

If he’s exhausted then there is no hope for understanding him

He won’t be in a good mood if he’s away from Florida for more than two days

He and Nevada go to parties in their states, switching every time

Is really chill and not aware of anything if he doesn’t have a daiquiri or any type of alcohol for more than a day

Has gotten into multiple fights with numerous states because of his quote on quote drinking problem, “it’s not a problem *state name here* I will literally die without it”

Always has a song stuck in his head, he has zero control over what the song is so it could be the most annoying thing in the world or something that puts him to sleep

The Cooking Mama god, The Babysitting Mama god, The every Mama game ever god, he is way to good at them

Has a few pets, 3 lizards, 2 cats, a few gators, and a snake

Absolutely loves horror games

He loves to see different magic systems and how they work in video games and books, it’s his favorite pastime 

He started to ask Jersey about his magic and how it works slowly but surely once he started to trust him more

He and Florida fell into the Hudson on one of their first visits, never again (seriously how are York and Jersey alive!??)

Cryptids are real, he’s met a bunch, but it is so much funnier to say they aren’t when California tries to prove they are

Collects YuGiOh cards, started because Florida got really into Pokémon but he couldn’t get into it as much

Likes to draw, just anything that comes to mind it goes on paper

Has a pin board, he mostly has button pins and enamel pins from anything and everything

Will just lay on states if there is no room on the couch, he doesn’t care if there is another couch, he wanted to be on this one and he doesn’t care how

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A Friends in the walls story: A Good Day to Relax

A little late of a Christmas present for you guys, but having mono can really take it out of you it seems. But this is a little story that entails some bonding between Techno and Ranboo while the other boys terrorize poor Phil. I hope you guys enjoy this story and as a hint, look up what a eastern box turtle is for reference~

Edit: I posted at 12:27 am, it's not even Christmas anymore

Warnings: bullying, harassment, false accusations.

Techno could only sigh in annoyance as he watched the chaos erupting around him, trying to drink the tea that Phil had prepared for them as his brothers messed around, flinching only once when a shirt hit him in the back. Turning his head, he got a glimpse of Tommy and Tubbo running around the stairwell laughing their heads off while Wilbur perched on the railing, he almost looked like a panther as he stalked after the younger two. A loud yell from his brother only added to the slowly growing headache that the tea could no longer stave off, maybe he should get out of the house for a little while.

A soft huff drew his eyes downward and Techno couldn't help but smile as Ranboo tried to pull a bit of cheese out of the mini sandwiches Phil had tried to make, but the bread was burned beyond saving. The borrower was slowly getting covered in the cheese that he tried to eat, the yellow making an interesting contrast to the normal black and white of his skin and hair,” I thought you are supposed to eat cheese, not wear it, or is it good for your skin?” Techno huffed in amusement as the borrower sputtered in embarrassment,” be happy that Wilbur is chasing the other two, or else he would be offering to clean you.” 

Phil entered the kitchen with a low chuckle and grabbed a small hand towel,” I think he’s pretty well occupied with them, but you never know when he might swing back in here, here you go Ranboo.” The elder stretched his wings slightly as he moved to pour his own cup of tea and sitting down before the two, frowning as he tried to find a less burned sandwich,” I don’t know how I managed to fuck these up, but oh well.” The three at the table jumped as a loud thump echoed from somewhere else in the house, giving the impression that the smaller ones got away from Wilbur once again, especially as the low giggling followed it. Phil only shook his head with a look mixed with amusement and disappointment, “Techno, why don’t you and Ranboo go out for the day, it's not too cool even with the cloud cover, I know you’ve been visiting the park pond recently.”

Techno gave a low huff as he turned away from his father's knowing gaze and looked to see how Ranboo took the idea, smiling fondly as he did. The younger’s tail was wagging with excitement as they turned to look upwards, red and green eyes meeting crimson in a look of clear wanting, and Techno couldn’t deny his weakness towards the borrower. “Yeah.. alright, don’t forget to grab your gear Ranboo, I know you're going to collect things while we’re there.” Techno offered a hand and held back a pleased hum and the borrower climbed into it, it always amazed the man when the tiny things put so much trust into him, even after knowing what all he had done in the past to those that hurt his little brother.

It wasn’t long before Techno was striding out the door with Ranboo tucked into his scarf, the tiny pressed up against his neck as a warm little lump against the nipping first winds of fall, and hiding his scent from any other giants. It wouldn’t be the first time that another giant tried to snatch the younger family members since they were seen as either a pest, pet..or a free snack, It brought a smile to Techno’s face as he remembered when he punched a random cat hybrid that tried to snatch Tommy off his head with the excuse of  “Just trying to remove his stowaway”. His attention was brought back down as he felt a little rhythmic tapping on his neck, Ranboo was looking over the edge of the scarf with apparent excitement, meaning that the tapping was his wagging tail (it definitely didn’t make his own tail give a slow wag, you saw nothing nerds).

“You enjoying yourself Ranboo, I thought you traveled a lot?”

*

The pointed ears tilted downwards as Ranboo sighed,” We did… but there were a few times that it wasn’t for enjoyable reasons... Tubbo’s injury being the most recent, but not the worst..” The throat beside him rumbled in curiosity, making the borrower lean against it for comfort. He and Tubbo had been living with the giants for a long time now that they easily considered them family… way more than the colonies they both came from,” I can't tell Tubbo’s story before we met up, but my life in the colony wasn’t great... My size and coloration made me stand out too much in some people's eyes... But my allergy to water is really what set them off.” He couldn’t help the shudder that ran through his body as he felt the phantom pains of his past,” there was a group of kids that thought it was funny to hide in small spaces and toss water at me before running off. I could never catch them, and if I did I was told that they were just children having harmless fun…” The giant gave a low growl that shook his entire body, it almost made him fall deeper into the scarf if he didn’t have such a good handhold.

“They didn’t punish them at all? Couldn’t they see the marks it was leaving on your skin!!”

Ranboo let out his own small purr of appreciation toward the piglin’s outrage for his situation, but it was too late to change anything,” they never did, but I was able to deal with it since my height let me reach places the others couldn’t without gear, so I had a use on the foraging runs…until it led to me escaping over someone else.” Ranboo couldn’t help the low whine that escaped him as he thought back to the day, he knew it wasn’t his fault, but not in the eyes of the colony. It was supposed to be a safe area away from any giants, but the blackberry bushes were not as safe as they thought.

He was with another borrower on the edge of the bushes as a third acted as a lookout, he actually felt at peace for once since the two were halfway nice to him. He had only just reached out for a rather plump berry when the scream happened, he whipped his head around to see a plastic cup slammed next to the watcher, how had they missed the giant that snuck up on them,” Shit I missed them, guys I found some Tinys in grandmas bushes!!” Ranboo dropped his haul as he ran for the relative safety of the deeper thorns, but had to stop suddenly as a large stick came crashing down near him, and it was followed by four other sticks. The giants were going to either flush them out... Or crush them in the process. His only hope was to make it to the fence they had climbed through and make it to the relative safety of the woods, he just needed to make it to the small hole and climb through it once again. His fellow gatherer had the same idea as he watched them sprint for it, dodging the snagging branches or slipping on fallen fruit, their dark hair flashing as they made it to the lead rope and started the climb. The only sounds that Ranboo could hear at this point were his panicked breathing and the voices of the giants getting closer, and the only thing he saw was the opening getting closer and closer until he lept for it, arms and legs scrambling for all the purchase he could get. He ignored the rope completely as his hands dug into the poorly painted wood and pulled with all the strength he had, not noticing his struggle had pulled the rope higher until he fell panting to the other side.

“Where is Alec, he was just behind you wasn’t he, where is he!!!?” Ranboo could barely focus as the other borrower shook him, turning his head to look back at the fence in mute horror. Through a small gap in the wood, they could see the watcher fighting to grab the rope as a giant closed in on them, they only just made it to the hole, arm reaching out to pull themselves through, when they were snatched away and the rope slithered after them into the sky. “ALEC!!” The borrower next to him collapsed in sorrow, pulling at her hair as the giant voices moved away, and the barely-heard yelling grew fainter…..

*

“The giants that day took him and none of us knew what happened, and the other borrower blamed me for pulling the rope higher than he could reach when I climbed through, which I know was unfair, but in the eyes of those that wanted me gone…it was just the excuse they needed.” Ranboo looked up from his reminising when Techno stopped moving and gasped at the sight before him, there was one of the most beautiful lakes he had ever seen in his life. There were oak trees that framed the edges while glades of wild grasses and flowers took up the sunny spaces; it looked almost entirely untouched by any civilizations, giant or borrower. The site was beautiful enough to make him forget his past for a moment.

Ranboo couldn’t help but gush in excitement about collecting fresh acorns, which led to the two of them collecting for over an hour and had a sizable pile to sort through. The two of them now sat beneath a large oak tree as they worked, Techno gazing out at the lake with such a calm look that it almost startled Ranboo. 

“This is where I go to get away from everyone, I found it a little while before we moved into the house, it's just me and the world around me…and I can indulge the voices a bit.” Techno saw the little borrower look up confused from the pile of acorns the two had collected and were now sorting through. He picked up one acorn and held it in his hands thoughtfully, the surface looked perfectly pristine and like how any normal acorn should, but that perfect image was broken as he cracked it. Instead of the normal yellowed flesh, the inside was a dark gray from improper development, showing how it was utterly imperfect on the inside. “As you could probably tell, I’m not biologically related to Phil or Wilbur, I didn’t get adopted by them until I was about eight…and that was when my problems had already started to show.”

Techno wasn’t even sure how old he was when the voices first entered his head, he would be fine playing with the other piglin children and then a voice only he could hear would speak, and everyone would stare when he responded to them. It was easy to ignore when it was a single voice, talking with the same childish tones as himself, but then they started to multiply and sound much older than he was. There were times they offered useful advice, but they were rather bloodthirsty in other instances, especially when he was bullied in his youth.

*

Techno was quick to duck the first aimed for his face, feeling the wind of it rustle his tangled hair, but was unable to avoid the foot that kicked his legs out from under him,” stay down you freak, no one wants a freak like you for a kid.”  He lifted his head to spit out the gravel that slipped inside, but a larger hand pressed his face back into it,” didn’t you hear them freak, or were the voices in your head too loud?” The three older kids kept laughing as he tried to fight against them, managing to cut his lips on the sharp gravel, and igniting the fury of voices in his head.

Blood. They drew blood.  The director can’t be mad. They did it first. Make them eat gravel. Blood. Blood. E. Blood. There’s too many. We can take them. He’s too young. Blood. Blood.

The sounds were getting to be too much for Techno to handle as he brought his hands to his ears, trying to drown out everything he didn’t want to hear, but it was too much when a kid that looked eerily like a zombie kicked him hard in the ribs. That was when he blacked out... He didn’t come out of it until he was being held in the air by the director of the orphanage while the three bullies were holding back tears at the wounds Techno gave them. “Technoblade what did I tell you about fighting with the other kids, you’ll never be adopted at this rate and I’ll be stuck with you until the age I can kick you out!”

*

“That's pretty much how my life went when I lived in that hell of a place, it's also why I hate orphans so much, they're assholes.” Techno could only sigh as he leaned his head harder against the tree,” I really thought I would be stuck there until I was an adult, but Phil came in and saved me from that, it was hard in the beginning as you might guess, Wilbur and I fought a lot.” Techno couldn’t help but chuckle at the memories, especially when anything golden colored was involved, which included Phil and his blond hair. Techno then reached out a finger to gently rub the borrower on the head, ruffling the black and white tresses,” But things worked out in the end, me and Wilbur are as close as blood brothers and my instincts view all you tiny nerds as my family too, the voices don’t shut up about you being the favorite.”

Boo boy. Sounder. Ours. Ee. favorite. Mini me. Ours. Ranboo!

Ranboo felt his face flush at the admission, Techno was never one to voice their feelings so openly to any of them, but here he is saying that he likes him. It made his tail wag in happiness, an action that Tubbo pointed out that he started doing again, much to his embarrassment. He brought his hands up to try and smoosh his hair back down,” We both came from some sad backgrounds, does that make us the main characters or something?” The giant body let out a rumbling laugh as Techno chuckled, almost making Ranboo fall off the leg he was sitting on, startling the borrower immensely due to the loud noise.

“The main characters huh, maybe on a internet blog, but I see myself as more of a mysterious mentor,” Techno finally got his chuffing under control as he looked down fondly at the borrower, until his eyes were drawn to movement on their left,” well would you look at that.”

Ranboo turned around to see a large turtle waddling its way towards them as fast as its little stout legs could take it, a very determined gleam in its orange eyes as it drew closer. He lightly panicked that the turtle would try to eat him, a snake had tried to eat Tubbo once, so who’s to say that a turtle wouldn’t try with him. He scrambled higher onto Techno’s body as he wanted to be out of the turtles reach as possible, but was stopped by a giant hand pulling him back down to the lap,”It’s alright Ranboo, that's just Carl, He’s a friendly box turtle and he wouldn’t eat you; didn’t Tommy.” Ranboo slowly peered over the pale fingers to find the turtle with its front legs placed on Techno’s as it looked at him with curiosity, but not any maliciousness. The hand slowly lowered enough that Ranboo was level with the turtle's face, a face that was as big as his torso, and looked up at Techno with worry. The giant just nodded with a gentle smile, causing a small bit of tusk to jut out,” he really likes his nose rubbed.” Ranboo gently reached his hand out, ready for the moment the turtle could bite for his fingers, but was amazed when it closed its eyes at his touch. The skin was slightly cool to the touch and almost felt like leather under his fingers, and like nothing he had ever touched before.

Techno watched the whole interaction with a softness at how he didn’t think was possible in his youth, here he was with a turtle leaning against his leg and a borrower sitting in his palm, it sent the voices into a fluttering warmth that left him slightly dizzy. He couldn’t help but chuckle when Carl turned his head away to give him an annoyed glare,” alright you spoiled thing, I got a carrot for you.” He reached with his free hand to pull the carrot he had swiped and offered it, smiling as the borrower took hold of it while the turtle happily munched away. A low rumble of thunder caused his ears to twitch slightly and the smell of incoming rain drifted into the clearing, and that meant this visit was coming to a end,” alright Ranboo it's time we head back, it's going to rain and I don’t want to see you get wet.” The borrower gave a sad sigh but gave Carl one last pet before climbing back up to his scarf, burrowing in to avoid any risk of water reaching them. Techno gave Carl a gentle stroke across his shell before standing, his pockets clicking with all the acorns as he stood with a groan, now wasn’t the time to go slow as another rumble of thunder sounded. 

He was just starting a fast stride when a faint voice echoed from his neck, “Thanks for this Techno…Today was a good day”, before he felt the sensation of tiny arms wrapping around him the best they could. The small action sent him into a low rumbling that no doubt shook the borrower completely, but he was right, today was a good day to relax.

*

Phil could only sigh into his cup as the ceiling thudded above him as Wilbur was still chasing Tommy and Tubbo around the house, it seems like Wilbur is losing his touch. Maybe going on morning runs with Techno instead of sleeping in would do him good, but he would need to be drugged out of bed first. A loud yell of triumph almost made him drop his cup, leaving him to pinch his brow, why couldn’t he relax today.