#thank you as always nyan!!

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CRYING this is so gorgeous!!! Look at all the sillies!! The details are brilliant as always and your depiction of SOTM's characters are spot on, as well as both heartfelt and funny 💖

Monthly fan art at your service

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[mandiemegatron]

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴ-ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ; ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ (ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴀʙᴏᴜʀ) <- ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴋɪᴅ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ / ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 18+, ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ. ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴇʀᴍꜱ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴛꜱᴅ.

Welcome and helloooo every-nyan!!! WOW this took so much longer than I expected and it's longer than the first chapter by over 1k words (I literally couldn't be stopped) and I'm hoping this will satisfy.... until the third chapter comes out 😈 mwahaha!

Thank you to all of my mutuals for the support and love, and a big thank you to @laidenbreecatchall for listening to me scream about this for hours and for helping me with ideas! You're amazing, I adore you, thank you so much for everything 💖

As always, a huge thank you and a million smooches for my beta @moss-woods, none of this is possible without you. I love you endlessly 💖💖💖

Without further ado... I present you with part two of Too Much Labour. This chapter is all about the Kid Pirates, so my fellow Kid and Killer lovers might just enjoy this one just as much as I loved writing it 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

You tried so hard to fit in.

Three months had passed since you'd fled the Heart Pirates and into, unfortunately for you, Eustass Kid, of all people. It had just happened to be your shit luck that the Victoria Punk was nestled off in a small cove off on the opposite end of the island.

Following behind him and his masked friend, Killer you find out, trying to keep the same pace as your shorter legs carried you as fast as they could. You shuffled your bag a little higher only to distract yourself enough to bump directly into Kid’s back. You fell to the ground, startled, as a small “oof!” left you.

“Pay attention, brat,” Kid sneered, barely throwing you a glare over his shoulder before turning around to snatch your bag from your hands.

“You look fuckin’ stupid tryin’ to act all tough.”

You rolled your eyes in return with an almost mocking look, allowing Killer to help you off the ground with a warm, heavy hand. You brushed off your butt and legs with a sigh, trying not to mumble out-loud as you gave Killer a nod in thanks before continuing after Kid.

You blinked a few times in shock as the Victoria Punk came into view, the huge dinosaur skull that served as the bow of the ship overwhelmingly shaking you to the core. Your pace slowed down and you could practically hear the smug smirk in Kid's voice when he barked out a laugh at your expression.

“Beautiful, ain't she? Nothing but the best for the future King of the Pirates.”

The sheer ego he spewed off himself as he spoke clutched around your heart as it truly began to sink in.

You weren't a Heart Pirate anymore.

You took a slow breath and tried to give Kid a winning grin, throwing up two thumbs as you shakily commented,

“H-hell yeah! It's impressive as fuck!”

Kids brow ridge rose and he grunted, his smirk turning a bit sour as he huffed and continued down towards his ship. “Whatever.” You barely heard his mumbling, your hands falling back down as you gave another sigh.

The same hand that helped you earlier landed on your right shoulder, giving you a slight shake as Killer's voice washed over you.

“Sorry about him, it's just been a weird day for us. He'll get over it.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze before moving to follow after his best friend and Captain. “and you will too.” He called over his shoulder before motioning for you to follow as well.

You spared a glance over your shoulder towards the way you came, your arms wrapping around themselves as a strange chill settled over your skin. There was a whispering murmur between the trees and you could have sworn you heard your name…

“Y/N?”

Your head turns back to Killer and you straighten yourself out, feeling a cold hand crush around your heart as you take your first step after him, anxious but almost a little excited for a new journey.

Would you still be the same Y/N you were on the Polar Tang? What if the same thing happened again?

You blinked back angry tears as your head replayed the last few hours, reminding you over and over with every step you took that this would be worth it, that this would be different.

It would be different.

“You're in your head again, Y/N.”

Glancing up from chopping veggies for dinner prep to meet Killers masked visage, you sighed softly through your nose before frowning slightly and murmuring,

“I'm just… I'm fine, Killer, I promise.”

A warm hand meets your shoulder just like those months ago though your heart leapt into your throat this time, just like it did every time Killer touched you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You gave Killer a warm smile, shaking your head slightly before patting his hand with gentle fingers, trying not to let your touch linger on his skin too long.

“Maybe later.”

You could feel the smile Killer gave you under the mask. Slight guilt ate away at you as he gave you a solid nod, squeezing your shoulder once before letting his hand fall from you.

Once prep was done and the food was cooking, Killer kicked you out gently, reminding you to come back later to help with cleaning up once everyone had eaten.

Sitting atop the large skull that served as the ship's bow, you scribbled in your small journal, trying to bite back tears as you poured your heart out to the small book. It had felt like so long since you'd seen the Heart Pirates, your family, and your heart ached to the point it felt like it had been ripped from your chest.

Snapping the book shut, you sighed heavily and rubbed at your face before looking back out to the vast seas. Taking a deep breath, you crossed your legs and straightened your back, letting your eyes fall shut as you tried to ground yourself.

Your eyes snapped back open when all you could see was Law's shocked and broken expression from when you jumped out of the Tang and ran. Steeling your expressing with a slight sneer, you grunted softly and made to get up when you suddenly heard,

“You look like shit.”

Your head snapped up and you met with Kid's fiery eyes. You could tell he was trying to read you, not saying anything else until you either snapped back or got up and walked away.

“... yeah… yeah I bet I do.”

Kid tilted his head slightly with a deep hum before holding out his hands for you to take. You shocked him slightly when your two hands gripped his metal one, letting him pull you up and nearly into him. His flesh hand steadied your shoulder and you stared at each other for a few moments, your cheeks slowly tinting a few shades lighter than his hair under his gaze.

After a few more moments of comfortable silence, he gently tugged your hands in his one, making you follow him as he turned to walk back in the ship. His metal hand kept a grip on yours, pulled back behind himself slightly as you tried to keep up with his long legs.

Your brows shot up in surprise when you realized where he was taking you, your heart skipping a beat as he pulled you into his workshop. He cleared some space off his desktop and patted it, watching you hike yourself up onto his desk and sit comfortably as your eyes took in the chaos of it all.

Eustass sat back in his worn chair, arms crossed over his massive chest as he finally comments,

“You're distracted.”

You stop taking in the wonder of his workshop to look back at him. Your fingers fiddled with themselves in your lap, anxiety beginning to eat away at your insides as you quietly replied,

“Yeah.”

Kid gives a heavy sigh, looking you over as if you were an incomplete puzzle with pieces missing.

He hoped you knew that he would rip his hands apart to their bare bones, broken wires and rusted scrap metal to craft the missing pieces inside you, if you'd let him.

As he continued to watch you, something in his heart screamed that you wouldn't, and he wasn't sure if it hurt more to know you'd never want him the way he wanted you.

The silence crept on, turning almost suffocating as you stared each other down, feeling smaller and smaller under his intense gaze until he finally snapped in a sharp tone,

“If you don't want to be here, we'll drop you at the next island.”

Your heart immediately sank and tears filled your eyes, your hands curling around each other tightly til your fingers turned white. Your mind turned dark, thoughts swarming with the fear of being left behind and forgotten about until Kid piped up again, this time his voice a little softer as he asked,

“You've been struggling this whole time, haven't you?”

You broke down.

You covered your face, not wanting him to see the bitter tears that swept down your face as you barely got out,

“I thought he loved me, man…”

Silently sobbing into your palms, you didn't notice Kid sigh with a roll of his eyes and stand from his chair until you were suddenly surrounded in warmth, flesh and metal pulling you to a chest of muscle.

Weak fingers gripped at the front of Kid’s open shirt as you openly wept into him, no longer caring about feeling weak in front of your now Captain. One of his hands awkwardly ran up and down your back, his cheek resting on the top of your head as he frowned at the back of his workshop door.

He was determined to make you see that you were worth so much more than the pain that shit head Trafalgar gave you.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sobbing into Kid's chest, only pulling away when a deep voice cleared their throat over by the door. Looking over with sad, blurry eyes, you took in Killer who stood with his arms crossed, watching the display with an air of near disappointment around him.

“So you'll tell him but not me, eh?”

There was a joking tone to Killers words, pulling a small smile to your lips that caused both men to relax slightly.

“... just don't want to-”

Your words cut off as Kid squeezed you, cutting off your thoughts as he quickly bit out,

“You're not a bother and you're not annoying, God I'd wish you'd shut up sometimes.”

You froze at his words, brows furrowed as you pulled away enough to look up at Kid. His cheeks tinted a light pink as he huffed, looking past Killer as he continued,

“You think I'd let an annoyance join my crew? You think I'd let some weak nobody stick around? You're not either of those things so stop thinking we're gonna do what Trafalgar did to you.”

His flesh hand gripped the bottom of your face, his thumb brushing away the stray tears that spilled out as he finished with a tired,

“I'm not fuckin’ stupid.”

Killer moved closer, one of his hands brushing your hair over your shoulder and behind your ear gently as he agreed,

“You're one of a kind, Y/N. We see that - we see you.”

Killer leaned in as best he could to press his mask to the top of your head as if pressing a kiss to it. He stayed for a moment before pulling back, picking up one of your hands and holding it as Kid's own moved from grasping your face to moving the strands of hair from your eyes.

There was something between them that you weren't sure about until now, and while something in your heart tugged you towards them, it still felt like there was a boulder in your stomach.

It would be the same.

Your eyes shut and you gave a small sigh before asking softly, “... can... can I have some space?”

Both men went rigid, slowly pulling away before looking at each other. It was like a telepathic conversation was happening between them and finally Kid huffed and nearly stomped out of the workshop, causing you to flinch at the heavy thuds from his boots.

There's a soft sigh from Killer before he follows him out, closing the door behind himself. The second it clicked shut, tears welled in your eyes and you quietly sobbed into your palms.

It would be the same.

-

7 whole days of silence from your Captain caused your anxiety to fly through the roof of the Victoria, feeling on edge and like you were walking around shards of broken glass.

“Is he that upset?”

There's a shrug from the masked blonde before he replies,

“I mean, you rejected him-”

You huffed and spat back,

“I didn't reject him, OR you for that matter. All I did was ask for space and he took it fuckin’ personal…”

You pause in chopping your veggies, huffing again before taking a step back to fix your hair, taking out the messy bun and redoing it, making it a little tighter.

“He took it as rejection,” Killer adds with a stir to the bubbling pot. His signature spaghetti sauce boiled away, the warm aroma wrapping around you like a gentle hug and pulling you from your thoughts as you went back to your veg.

“Pans ready, you can start to sautée at any time,” Killer reminds you and you're quick to add your ingredients to the pan. They sizzle and crackle softly as you add a few seasonings, giving the veg an expert flip in the pan with one hand.

“I get that, but it's irritating as fuck that instead of coming to me and going like, ‘hey, what did you mean by that,’ he just immediately thought ‘she doesn't want me’, and that's not-”

Killer's hand meets the top of your head, causing you to look up at him as his unique laughter flutters out of his mask.

“You're aware he's stupid, yeah?”

You blink up at him for a few moments before sighing out a tired, “Yeah…”

Killer gives your head a small pat before going back to his sauce. “You're overthinking things. When has Kid ever given you the feeling that he's an emotional conversationalist?”

Your lips purse into a thin line as you flip the veg again, mulling over Killers words. He had a point.

You wouldn't tell him that, though.

“Kid isn't a talker, he takes action instead. He won't ask you how you feel about him because how you act around him convinces him that you feel the same way.”

Your heart sinks as you think about all the moments you've had with Kid - the midnight talks, the tears over too many drinks, the night you spent curled in his arms after that terrible nightmare… you shook your head, trying to rid your mind of the recent memories.

“... that makes sense.” Your voice is almost too soft as you finally reply, giving the veg another shuffle in the pan. “I never want to hurt him.” You make a point to look up at Killer again as you add, “Or you.”

Killer stops and turns his mask towards you, taking in your honest and genuine words before he gives you a small nod. He's thankful for the mask as his cheeks burn, glad you're unable to see what you do to him.

“I know.” He turns off the stove and moves the pot to a cold burner before reaching over you and turning off the pans burner as well. You flip the now slightly crispy veg one more time before moving it to a different burner as well.

“Do you?” You ask softly, turning to him with almost sad eyes as you continue, “Because I have tried so hard to fit in here and sometimes I feel so stupid, as if I'm trying to be someone I'm not, but I'm still me. I know I'm me, and you know I'm me, but how can you-”

Killer cuts you off by gripping your shoulders in his hands, giving you a slight shake as he silences you with a serious, “Stop rambling. You sound ridiculous.”

Your face scrunches up as your brain suddenly goes into overdrive, the words tumbling out of you without even realizing it.

“-be sure that I am me? I'm not me, I'm not the me I was on the Tang, I'm not the me I was before all that and I'm not the me I thought I was.” Angry and hurt tears burned your eyes as you choked out, “I don't even know who I am anymore.”

Killer pulls you into a tight hug, pressing your face into his chest hard enough that it silences your oncoming sobs. “No one's asking you to have it all figured out.” He murmurs against your hair, his mask slowly filling with the scent of your shampoo. “We just want you to be here, alive and safe. We just want you to be here.”

You cling to him, your fingers curling tightly around the back of his shirt as he adds, “It doesn't matter which version of you exists here, because this version of you is a Kid Pirate, and that's what you get to be for the rest of your life.” He gives you a small squeeze. “At the end of the day, that ultimatum will never change. You are a Kid Pirate. Say it.”

He gives you another squeeze and you muffle the words into his shirt, only for him to pull back enough and catch your chin in one of his hands. “Say it again.” He demands lightly.

“... I'm a Kid Pirate.”

“Again.”

You sniffle softly before huffing again. “I'm a Kid Pirate.” You can almost see the grin behind his mask as Killer demands softer, “Once more.”

You swear he's staring right into your soul as you look back into his mask. With a slow blink, you speak in a clearer tone, “I am a Kid Pirate.”

That unique laugh of his wheezes out as he gives your chin a little shake in jest. “That's my girl,” he murmurs before letting his hand drop back to your hip, his thumb gently roaming small circles over your skin. “Damn right you are.”

Your heart swells and something inside you begins to melt away, as if his touch was taking all the anger, pain and fear, sweeping it away with such a gentle touch.

In a moment of adoration for the man in front of you, you reach your hands up and cradle his masked face in your palms, pulling a quick, sharp inhale from the blonde. You're quick as you lean in, your lips pressing against where you assumed his lips sat under the mask for a good moment. You could feel his warm breath through the holes, fanning over your face like a gentle breeze until you pulled away, giving him a warm smile that felt more like you.

“Thank you Kil.”

Massacre Soldier Killer was stunned into silence for a good moment, simply staring you down with wide and confused eyes as you slowly stepped back. He was quick to grasp you, gently, lovingly, and bring you back into his arms.

“You… you kissed me,” he breathed out, unable to wrap his mind around that small, simple fact.

Your face burned bright red, redder than Kid's hair as you coughed out, “Uh yeeeah… yeah, I did…” You chewed the side of your bottom lip for a moment before asking, “W-was that okay?”

Killer’s arms tighten around you as he leaned his head down to rest his covered forehead against yours, his lips moving faster than light as he promised, “Yes, yes yes, of course it's okay, my precious, beautiful girl…” His laugh wheezes past his lips as he solidifies, “My girl.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Kid stood cross-armed on the wall beside the door to the kitchen, a deep set frown on his face as he listened to you and his best friend fall in love. Something in his chest aches, like a grip around his heart and lungs as you laugh at something Killer says.

‘... Damn…’

The back of his head thuds gently against the wood before he pulls away from the wall, silently debating with himself for a moment before he finally turns and walks into the kitchen, seeing you plate up the mountain of sautéed veggies to be brought out with the spaghetti and sauce. You throw Killer a bright grin before turning to the door and your smile falters, falling slightly as you take in the ragged looking redhead.

“... Hi.”

Kid seems surprised that you're even speaking to him, glancing over at you before giving an awkward wave with his flesh hand.

“... Yo.”

You both stare each other down for a moment before you ask, “Are you still mad at me?”

Kid huffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his massive chest and goes to bark back when he takes in your sad eyes. He could read you too well, just wanting an apology from him for everything, and unfortunately his ego wouldn't let up.

“I'm not mad at you, never was,” his words seem honest though his tone is snarky, making your brain roll around like a wayward marble. “Don't worry, Killer’s girl, we're good.” He ignores your raised eyebrow and confused expression by looking at Killer and nearly demanding, “Is dinner ready? I'm fuckin’ starving.”

Killer nods with a hum and replies tightly, “Yeah, we're just bringing it out now.”

Kid gives him a nod of his own before turning on his foot and stalking out the door, not even stopping as you call his name. Your heart sinks but before you can wallow in your own misery, Killers laugh fills the space, causing you to turn to him.

“What's so funny?” You ask, clearly not in on the joke.

You can feel the grin behind Killers mask as he chuckles out, “Oh, he's jealous as fuck, that's all.” Your face changes into something a little more amused as you ask, “He's… jealous?”

Killer hums again and leans down to press a faux kiss to the side of your head before gripping the large sauce pot with both hands. “Yep! This has happened a few times before but phew, this is too funny.” He heads towards the door and you follow behind, carrying the large veg plate in your hands.

“How is it funny? Why is he jealous?”

Killer laughs again, looking over his shoulder at you as he replies, “It's funny because he thinks he's slick at hiding it, and he's jealous because he hates to lose, and twenty beris says he thinks you don't have a spot for him in that cute little heart of yours.”

Your brows furrow worriedly as you offer, “But I do!”

Killer laughs again, shaking his head slightly as a tinge of his own jealousy climbs up his throat.

“Well then, I think you should show him that.”

He can't see it, but you give a determined nod, your heart set as you begin to think over ideas as you make it to the mess hall.

-

“Come on, we gotta catch up with the others,” Killer rushes you the next morning, nearly pushing you up the stairs with a chuckle as you splutter and snark back at him. “Y-yeah well who's fuckin’ fault is that, eh?”

There's a rough pinch to your left buttcheek and a shrill screech leaves you, your hands waving away Killer’s touchy fingers and covering your behind the rest of the way up. You ignore the sad “Aw…” from Killer as you open the door to the main deck.

“Finally! Come on, let's get this shit over with. Here's your list, don't get lost.” Barks your Captain from his spot off to the side, expression grumpy at being awake before 9 am.

You take the list from Kid and you throw him the widest grin you could manage, ignoring the way he scowls at you with tinted cheeks. He gets himself comfortable in his Captains chair, one leg thrown lazily over the other with his arms crossed.

“You're not coming?” You ask, kicking the toe of your boot into the side of his own, the soft squeak of leather on leather meeting your ears.

“Pff, hell no. That's what you assholes are for,” he jokes, hissing when you kick him a little harder. “Oi! Don't be a bitch,” he barks at you, ignoring the sly grin on your face.

“Ooh, don't be so mean to me, I'll cum,” you tease back before leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn away from the now mouth dropped, gawking redhead, nearly skip over to Killer who is also staring down at you in slight shock. Tossing a wave over your shoulder, you take the list and Killers hand in your other hand before letting the blonde lead you off the ship and into town.

The walk was silent, almost heavy. Luckily, the weather was bright and beautiful, the sun shining on both of you and it warmed you right through.

“... that was interesting,” Killer finally commented, making you bark out a loud laugh, covering your face with both palms as you laughed out, “I'll be honest, I don't know where that came from.”

Killer’s arm wraps tightly around your waist, grunting to himself before he grumbles out a little pathetically, “You wouldn't even stay with me last night but you'll kiss him and cum for him…”

You laugh again, your arm resting around his hip comfortably as you sigh out happily, “Yeah…”

There's a silence between you both again before you both begin laughing, finally making it to town. He gives you a slight squeeze, leaning his head down to press a masked smooch to the top of your head before pulling away with a serious warning of, “Don't go too far. I need to be able to see you, understand?”

You roll your eyes before tearing the list in half, giving him the top half and keeping the easier things for yourself. “Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Don't worry, I don't plan on disappearing,” you joke, throwing him a wink before leaning up and pressing a few soft kisses to his mask. “You don't go too far either.”

Killer hums, pressing his mask against your kisses in response before murmuring down to you, “I won't.”

Turning away from you, you watch Killer stalk off into the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye on his blonde hair right up until he disappears. You know he's still close by, the market truly nothing large, but you still can't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed now. Taking a deep breath, you settled your nerves before finally looking down at your now shortened list, grinning at the easy items you had to grab.

You'd bought the first few items easily, even getting a bargain for the spice blends Killer had asked for, though at the next stall, you found yourself frozen in place as you took in the figure of a certain orange jumper covering a large, white bear.

Your swore your heart stopped, fear gripping you like icy fingers around your entire body as the bear turned. You tried to turn as well, keeping your face towards the wares on the table but a heavy paw quickly spun you, pulling a soft, surprised gasp from you as you took in two beady, watery eyes.

“Y-Y/N?!”

[cho-aaacho]

(HC) How to make Albert Wesker Blushes

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Calling him by his pet name in public.

Awwwww, he'll be embarrassed and look so adorable with his rosy cheeks!

Gazing at his face while he talks with someone, maybe when he talks with his coworkers. He will be distracted by you and exhale to calm himself.

Holding his hand when he gets mad and gazing at him without expression, I'm sure he'll giggle and realize that anger doesn't solve anything.

Give him a small kiss on the cheek while he was working behind the computer; he would groan as if in pain and massage his temples.

Blow in his ear from behind, pinch his cheeks, or say corny things before bed.

Making a cute breakfast like cat-shaped bread and milk in a cute Godzilla glass.

If you make him a handmade bracelet with cat and Godzilla beads as a pattern, he will smile shyly at himself whenever he looks at it while typing on his computer.

Changed his wallpaper with a candid photo of him with a caption like...

Al-nyan Whiskas eating ice cream (*❛‿❛*)

Al-nyan Whiskas sleeping on the couch (⁠=⁠^⁠･⁠ｪ⁠･⁠^⁠=⁠) 

Al-nyan Whiskas, get ready to the office (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ 

This is Al-nyan Whiskas; he doesn't bite. \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♬

Making him a lunch box in a cute bento box, and sometimes using a pastel-colored bento box.

Chris will be laughing at him, and Albert will get embarrassed.

Chris : Hahaha, what this time? A bread with a dog shape?

Oh, shut up, Chris!?

He can't be angry at you because everything you do to him always makes him smile, even corny things.

Albert: Sweetheart, my love for you is unchanging. I don't need anything else because you have made me complete.

Now, you're the one who blushes.

A/N : I don't know if everyone loves this, haha. But I still have two drafted fanfictions and am about to upload them soon, so I wrote this to refresh my brain. Thank you for reading! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

[warringwarrioridiot]

So I just deleted twitter because a bunch of people threatened to kill, rape, and doxx me over the fact that I used to trace proshippers. They proceeded to call me a Nazi and say that I was just as bad as Hitler for saying proshippers are disgusting and don't deserve all the sympathy they get. They repeatedly told me to kill myself and said that I was a horrible artist with no skill, claiming I was jealous of these proshippers. They also kept using the fact that I put a meme from Nyan Neko Sugar girls like ??? It's a MEME for God's sake. One person even said to "keep my filthy hands off of Neko Sugar girls" like bro 💀

That shit was my childhood + I always incorporate memes into my posts because that's just who I am. I don't like weighing people down with drama so I try to lift their spirits by putting funny jokes or images into it so they don't feel as bad.

While this was all happening, I had a massive panic attack, which I haven't had since middle school. It was fucking rough because I was doing it in front of a friend too. Luckily they were very understanding of how I felt.

I don't think y'all realize how fucking awful it is to compare someone to Hitler for hating people that literally fetishize incest and pedophilic culture. Like how TF are you going to compare me to a GENOCIDAL MANIAC for not supporting incest.

One person even tried to pull the whole "freedom of speech doesn't equal freedom of consequence" bullshit. Like who the fuck do you think you are lil bro? 💀

Oh and someone even doxxed my family's names (including mine) so that was fucking scary.

I. Hate. Proshippers.

They're disgusting and literally fetishize the most illegal shit. I don't gaf about the "trauma" they might have because I have trauma too. Doesn't give me a right to be a fucking incel.

Respectfully unmoot/unfollow me if you actually think proshippings can be excused. You're basically excusing John Wayne Gacy's crimes because his father beat him or wtv.

I understand that proshipping can be explained by trauma, but that doesn't excuse it.

Also to my friends on Twitter that defended me: thank you for understanding. I really appreciate your support and desperately needed to hear your kind words. :)

And a message to the incels on Twitter who called me a Nazi, a bad artist, and threatened me:

Thank you for reading and have the day you deserve.

[goodoldwritings]

can I request Nyanlathotep x Reader where the reader doesn't believe in love and denies loving anyone.

Part 1! Because im taking far too long to write this.

It was not specified if the reader is meant to be human or an eldritch entity- nor if they're supposed to actually love or not so I'm going to take creative liberties with this, so if you meant something else send it again and ill re-write it! Thank you for being my very first request!

Warnings:

Spoilers for Sucker for love: date to die for.

Summary:

Nyanlathotep/Nyan Nyan x Reader who claims to not believe in any kind of love.

You were a success in life, richer than you could ever need, graduated to a good school and with heavy government influence under your belt; but most proudly you hold title to leadership to an ancient cult older than all mankind's civilized settlements across the world. The cult of Nyanlathotep was your only loyalty, tadked arranging your peons as the entity needed to whisper into the ears of leaders and stir fear into the population.... With the occational bloody sacrifice from time to time.

Yet none of of this success was by your own hands, Except... one thing. In the very begining as a dull eyed indoctrinated newcomer you were determined to carve your place in this cult, from the day you were accepted by the darkness you devoted your life to the faceless clawing chaos. The mindset you learned over time was to crush others before they crushed you, do anything to get to the top, kill if you needed to and always have eyes on your own back for anyone willing to betray you for the same reasons; This is how you came to lead the secret society.

Thinking about this you toy with the sparkling pendant around your neck, it is an Egyptian scarab that suspiciously looked like a golden pet collar bell to you... but it was an artifact theorized to be made by Nyanlathoteps hands and you wouldn't dare part with it for a simple comparison.

It was raining outside, pattering against the window of your high steel perch in your penthouse office making for a decent environment to self reflect but now that you're out of your own head you see something else has been with you, watching you like you had been watching the rain. For a solid uneasy minute you stared with a confused furrowed brow as a black cat is sat on the railing of the balcony; With such heavy rain you reasoned the cat must be miserable and against your better judgement pushed the door open a crack in case it wanted to come inside to warm itself.

" Just, don't piss on the carpet. " You spoke, turning away from the door to seat yourself at your desk, sighing at the papers scattered on it.

"I wouldn't dream of it, this is 17th century Iranian silk, is it not?"

For some reason you are about to open your mouth to answer when you register the fact you should be alone and quickly look up, finding no one there, not even the cat but strangely the door the cat came through is politely closed.

"You look so confused, does the pet not recognize its master? "

This time as the voice speaks it is close behind your head, but the primal prey-like dread holding your body stiff is familar yet far more intense than you had experienced within any ritual you have conducted. It feels like ice water is coursing through your blood and your mind is clawing at itself like a rabid animal; yet you find the syllables among the symptoms.

" -Nyanlathotep. "

You whisper as two large hands rest on your shoulders in a friendly manner. A deep chuckle rumbling from the entity's chest, amused by your frail humanity crumbling by her presence.

" So your soul recognizes what your eyes and ears do not... you've felt this energy before- but no where near my unfiltered presence, I'm sure. "

Taking a deep breath you steel your nerves and brace your very anatomy against imploding in the clawed hands of an ancient old god as you turn to get a look at Nyanlathotep. She isn't what you expected at all: a towering height threatening to hit the ceiling fixture, clad in white and gold Egyptian fashioned accessories. blue(I'm a tad color blind I think she's blue) fur not touched by the cold water of the rain outside... cat girl. She must have seen your expression as she tilts her head, amused, putting her hands together in a way where her fingers interlock with eachother.

" That face is unfit for greeting an old loved one.~ Not to mention you haven't offered me a drink or a place to sit which is bad hosting. "

This prompted you to stand and offer your office chair as a seat for the entity of your worship, not that it helped with her looming given it didn't come close to putting you two at eye level as she settled in your chair. " Not to be rude... but what do you want? " She made you uncomfortable as she mentioned your worship as love, pondering what angle the old god was attempting.

Nyanlathotep did not answer but opened one of the drawers of your desk, somehow pulling a kettle and a tea cup from inside despite you knowing there should only be files inside-

" Do I have to want something?" Nyanlathotep purred, pouring herself a cup of tea black as tar and just as goopy in texture... to you it looked disgusting, smelling similar to an electrical fire and plopping into the porcelain like partially solidified grease.

" Well I really doubt you'd come to me for a simple chat and a game of checkers- "

"I prefer chess." Nyanlathotep corrected, somehow sipping the dreadful 'tea' without a mouth or facial features to speak of "...but I will admit; you're right, there isn't much we could talk about I haven't heard before. Small talk is incredibly dull after the first few millenia of hearing the same thing again and again."

She took another sip of her concoction, keeping your attention in the moment of silence before she kept speaking. " It is within my interest that by your age you haven't found a mate yet. You know very well my most loyal followers are generational and your bloodline is a ticking clock at this rate."

" Not interested. " You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms like a defiant teenager, wrinkling your formal suit jacket with how tightly your arms are linked together.

"Are you one of those Ace of hearts, so to speak, Pet ?" She spoke casually but perhaps with an old term you haven't heard of- gesturing with her hand with uncertainty given gender and sexuality is a human concept as eldritch creatures do not abide by such things.

" I'm just not interested in relationships- People in general are a pain, Partners or friends, kids, any of them...! I don't do relationships. "

Scoffing Nyanlathotep finally makes eye contact with you, the gaze piercing your very soul, unamused by your claim. "How stoic of you but you neglect the known fact: humans are a social species of apes that require companionship to survive. " it felt as if you are being scolded like a child who needs to eat their vegetables for their own good... but you stood firm staring chaos in her single gold eye. As you both stared It did not escape her discernment that you were in a sorry state: Rude, unfriendly, unbrushed hair with only a cup of coffee in your gut and a chronically suffering insomniac- so it seemed accurate you didn't socialize.

"I'll fix you myself then. "

[noroi1000]

Nyan XV - Not now. Just love me, f*cking fluffy heads.

Nyan Chapters List

Summary: Time for Truth

Satoru: "Bb" "Come back" "It's getting late" "Come home with us"

Suguru: "Honey" "Please come back inside" "Something will happen to you if you drive this far alone."

Satoru: "What you saw is not what you think!" "She only thinks about money!" "We only love you!"

Suguru: "That woman from earlier is our senpai" "We've been working with her since we were in school." "We only love you" "I know what it could look like" "But we wouldn't invite you here just to find out we're cheating on you. We've never cheated on you!"

Satoru: "Bb! I'm not unfaithful!"

Suguru: "Please read our messages and reply to us!" "We're worried about you!"

Satoru: "Bb! Don't ignore us! Please just listen to us!" "She's nothing to us!" "The only thing attractive about us to her is that we have money."

"So I'm with you for money too? Just kidding..." You whispered, wiping your nose with a tissue. "You don't need me. If you have so much money, you must have better houses than mine. Yuki was right... You guys are so damn weird and unpredictable..."

You knew that when you came down from this mountain, you would reach a bus stop nearby. That's why you wanted to go there to get home. Because you don't want to spend much time in this place.

You were supposed to get an explanation here. They were supposed to tell you the whole truth.

And you received the truth.

They didn't tell you everything about them because they didn't want you to know about their affairs...

You understand everything.

Everyone has the possibility of being betrayed. But everyone's situations are different. Some people love each other so much that they don't look for someone else.

Others are bored and will look for something more than one person.

You bored them. They are special and you are normal and boring. You don't have an interesting job. No matter what you may be doing, you look normal. That was always enough for you. But now you think you're worse...

You had handsome boyfriends... But Yuki once told you that when your relationship isn't what you want, he will wait for you...

„I don't want this for you (y/n), but if you ever feel bad for these guys, I'm here for you. I understand that your relationship is special. But if you ever get tired of such weirdness, I'm here for you and I'll wait. You'll feel normal with me, remember? There is nothing interesting about being unique! Just other people's glances at you. Isn't it better to have a peaceful and normal life with happiness? If they no longer want normality and you no longer want uniqueness, come to me. I'll help you feel better!"

Even though you once felt that these words were hiding some meaning and weren't so sweet, now you think that everything he said was true.

You're fed up with this uniqueness. You are a gray human between white and black.

Black and white contrasts. While gray may not be visible as much.

Even though gray goes well with black and white, gray looks best next to gray.

You want to listen to them so much and hear from them everything they wrote. You want a lie detector. Because anyone who betrayed someone could say the same to protect themselves from punishment...

You want to come home so much and hear the whole truth from them.

You want to know everything down to the smallest detail. Whether you believe them quickly depends on what they say...

You: "You have to tell me everything at home" "The Whole Truth"

Satoru: "Let's go now! Bb thank you!!!"

You were sitting in a dark room on your bed. The windows were covered even though it wasn't even evening. You came back from work early to go there later. Now you're back home but the sun is still in the sky. Even though it's getting lower and lower.

You waited for them to come home.

But you didn't hear any sound of the door opening.

Just when you were starting to think that they were avoiding you and decided not to show up, you felt something rub against your legs.

You saw white and black fur as two cats cuddled up to you.

Normally you would reach into their fur and pet them. However, not this time. Even if their fur is temptingly soft.

"Don't play around... Just say what you need to say." You said, moving your legs away from them while sitting cross-legged.

Thanks to their cat eyes, they saw how red your eyes were.

They sat in front of you as cats and suddenly black and white smoke appeared, showing that they were changing.

You looked at your purple and blue collared hands. Have you ever bought this small thing?. But they probably replaced it with the same one but bigger without asking. Because it fit around their human necks.

You saw two tails lying on the sheets.

You looked at their faces and the ears on their heads.

"Do you think it will distract me from what you did?" You asked calmly.

"No. We don't think so. We know you might have understood it differently since you didn't see what was there before..." Suguru said, looking at your hands sadly.

Satoru looked at the blue collar in your hand and reached out for it.

You let him take it.

"I don't think I need it anymore. It's yours, so do with it what you want..." you said, handing the purple collar to the dark-haired man.

The white-haired man put it around his neck. The second one did the same.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to tell you the whole truth right now, we need to show you that no matter what you think, we are your cats. Your boys. Only yours. We are yours."

"You–."

"So hear us out as yours." Suguru cut you off by placing your hand on his chest.

"We are teachers at the school you were at. The woman you saw is our senpai from our school days. Mei Mei. She's not a teacher, but when she heard that we were going to bring our girl there, she got curious and since she was nearby, she just came. She drank the wine we bought for dinner." Satoru said in a serious voice.

"We are Jujutsu sorcerers." Geto added.

"Have you drink?"

"I hate alcohol." Gojo laughed. "We are sorcerers. We studied at the Jujutsu school you saw. Now we teach young sorcerers there. There are so few of us, that's why people haven't heard of us."

"And what? Do you make magical infusions of herbs and sell them to older people who believe in their power?"

"Don't make fun of us..." his white ears fell back for a moment but then rose again.. "Jujutsu sorcerers have been around forever. But we don't make magical herbal infusions... We fight curses... Creatures born from people's negative emotions. Invisible to normal people, most visible to us."

"You can't see anything. Yet it surrounds the whole world. It's everywhere. Without sorcerers, people would die excessively. Death after death. Even though I don't like saving people, I do it." The dark haired man said. "I am a user of Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Satoru is a user of techniques called Limitless and Six Eyes. That's why you saw him floating in the air..."

"I can also teleport."

"Yes... He can do it. I can show you that curses are real. I know you don't believe. But here's the proof."

You saw him raise his hand and snap his fingers. A thin dragon flew out of the black hole above him and began to slowly fly around your body until it suddenly wrapped itself around the dark-haired man's hand.

You've never seen a snake with bird wings and lizard legs...

"This is an example of a curse. There are smaller ones, the same ones, or bigger ones. Gigantic."

"I'm dreaming, aren't I...?"

"No. This isn't a dream, honey. This is reality." The white-haired man's fingers came together and he pointed upwards with both of them. Suddenly you started floating in the air and you were pulled onto his lap. "When people are unaware of the danger around them, they are calm. When they become aware of the curses, it makes it difficult to work there because panic sets in. We will protect you from this, understand? We will always be with you."

When you started to truly believe them because you loved them so much, you remembered one more thing.

You haven't learned the Truth about one thing.

"Why are you cats?"

"It's a long story... We fed a cat that turned out to be a good spirit and in return we were given the opportunity to turn into cats!

"You once said that you could choose what you would be, but you prefer a cat than, for example, a dog... So you can choose him."

"I joked! Honey, you know I like to joke!" Suddenly his goofy smile disappeared. "But seriously, we love you so much that we could never lie to you..."

"We would do anything for you." Suguru's hand was placed on your back.

Tears came to your eyes and you hugged Satoru.

You felt his soft tail against your leg. You hugged him tighter as your tears began to soak into his shirt.

Your back was pressed against Suguru's chest as he hugged you from behind.

"I love you...!" you moaned, pressing into their warmth.

"We know. We love you too."

You just want them to love you. These fucking fluffy heads... You want to love them and be loved!

[baileypie-writes]

~Fine, I’ll Pay Attention to You~

Mayu Nekoyashiki + GN!Reader + Yuki Nekoyashiki

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Fandom: Wonderful Precure!

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Reader: Gender neutral

Relationship: Platonic

Genre: Fluff, slice of life

Rating: PG

Synopsis: You felt as if Mayu’s cat, Yuki, didn’t like you very much. So Mayu invited you over to her house to bond with her.

Warnings: Yuki being sassy

Requested By: @the-broken-woman

~Masterlists~

~Wonderful Precure! Masterlist~

A/N ~ Whoopee! My first Wonderful Precure fanfic! Hope you enjoy it!

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Before you even met your friend Mayu Nekoyashiki, you’ve seen her cat, Yuki. The pure white cat is always sunbathing outside of the Pretty Holic store. You always thought she was so pretty, especially when the light would reflect off her fur, making it look like she was glowing.

For a while, you never knew her name, so you just called her “Kitty”. She’d always ignore you until you’d try to pet her. The moment you got a foot too close, she’d hop off her little platform and scurry away. Sometimes, she’d even hiss at you. So you just assumed she didn’t like you. And from then on, you’ve never done more than say hello when passing her.

You had no clue that Yuki belonged to Mayu until after you became friends. She mentioned that Pretty Holic was her mother’s store, and you immediately asked afterwards if she knew the cat. Of course, that led to you finding out. That made things a bit awkward for you, because you knew that it would make hanging out at her place uncomfortable. So when Mayu had shyly invited you over, you weren’t sure if you should.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” You pondered nervously.

“What’s wrong? Do you need to ask your parents?” Mayu asked while blushing, embarrassed that she may have asked at the wrong time.

“Oh, no. That’s not it….” You said, chuckling a bit.

“When what it is? If you don’t want to come over, that’s okay…” She mumbled.

“Oh, I do! It’s just that…” You tried coming up with the best way to say it. “Yuki doesn’t like me very much, so it might be awkward.”

“Huh?” Mayu exclaimed, not expecting your answer.

“She always ignores me when I talk to her, and runs away when I get too close. She’s hissed at me a few times too.” You explained.

After you said that, Mayu started giggling. “What’s so funny?” You asked, confused.

After letting herself continue for a few moments, she cleared her throat. “That’s just how Yuki is. She always pretends she doesn’t want attention. I’m sure once she gets to know you, she’ll love you!”

“Really?” Your face lit up with hope.

“Yeah! She’s actually really sweet!”

“Okay! Then I guess I will come over!” And with that confirmation, your confidence was restored enough to walk home with her.

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As you got closer to the Pretty Holic building, you began to feel your heart rate picking up speed. You really hoped that you could earn Yuki’s trust. Though, if you couldn’t, you would still accept defeat. Even if it would shatter your heart into pieces.

“Looks like Yuki’s inside.” Mayu observed. Upon looking at said cat’s usual sunbathing spot, you confirmed that she was correct. You were a bit disappointed, as you wanted to get it over with quicker.

Mayu opened the front door for you, and you thanked her. After stepping inside, you admired the pretty products lining the shelves. “Mom, I’m home!” Mayu called out. A very beautiful woman waltzed into the room just a moment later.

“Welcome home, Mayu! Oh! I see you’ve brought a friend! Welcome Mx…..?”

“I’m (full name). It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nekoyashiki!” You bowed.

“Aw, it’s nice to meet you too dear!” She chuckled.

“They’re here to meet Yuki. Well, they’ve kind of already met, but (name) wants to get to know her better.” Mayu explained.

“Oh, how lovely! Yuki’s such a cute kitty! Now, I have to go check on some stock in the back, so I’ll see you later!”

“Okay, bye Mom!” Mayu waved.

“Bye!” You did the same.

“Bye-bye! Nyan-nyan-nyan~.” Mrs. Nekoyashiki sang all the way out of the room. Once her notes were no longer heard, Mayu turned to you.

“Let’s go to my room. That’s probably where Yuki is.” She said. She was clearly becoming a bit shy at the mention of her room, which was to be expected.

“Okay!” You replied, and began following Mayu.

Once you arrived in her room, you took in your surroundings. Her bedroom was so stylish! The teals and mint greens were refreshing to look at. The shelves and drawers that made up stairs that led to a loft were so unique. You also took note of the old fashioned sewing machine in the corner. “Wow!” You exclaimed. “Your room is so cool!”

“Oh.” Mayu blushed bashfully. “Thank you.” While avoiding your gaze, her eyes focused on the white blob that rested on her bed. “Oh look, it’s Yuki!” She pointed, walking over to the cat.

Your head immediately turned upon hearing that. As she said, Yuki was lying on her bed. Mayu knelt down to her level, and wrapped her arms around her, stuffing her face in her soft fur. But Yuki payed her no mind. Her eyes were on you instead, squinting, and her ears were nearly completely vertical. That was a sign that she was not happy to see you. Once she noticed your gaze, her head snapped away from you. “I don’t think she’s excited that I’m here.” You chuckled nervously.

“Yuki…” Mayu whined to the cat. “(name) just wants to be friends.” Yuki let out a quick, sassy meow. It sounded like the cat equivalent of a scoff.

You laughed nervously, not sure what to do. Mayu pulled back from her cat, looking back and forth from her to you. She frowned thoughtfully, trying to come up with an idea. Then, she saw something lying next to your hand, which rested on her desk. “Hey (name),” she said, pointing to it. “maybe try that.”

“Hm?” A bit confused, you looked in the direction of her finger. It was a cat toy; a stick with a pom pom hanging from a string. “Oh! Okay.”

You grabbed the toy, clutching it near your chest. Slowly and carefully, you shuffled towards the feline. “Hey Yuki.” You greeted as calmly as you could. At that point, she still refused to look at you.

It wasn’t until the pom pom dangled above her, that her face changed from her intimidating glare. From seeing the soft ball swaying, her pupils dilated, and her tail started twirling. You knew this was a sign of playfulness.

Not saying a word, as to not break her focus, you began moving the stick. This caused the pom pom to sway even more. Yuki’s body scrunched up, her rear raising a bit in a pouncing position. You changed nothing about your actions, and just waited.

After a few moments, she shot up, swatting the pom pom furiously with her paw. A huge smile spread across your face. You looked to Mayu, who smiled excitedly as well. As Yuki continued to play, Mayu got out her phone, and began filming.

The game went on for a few minutes, before Yuki grabbed onto the pom pom with her claws, yanking the toy out of your hands completely. She lied back down, holding it between her paws. You and Mayu laughed, not minding the defeat at all.

You finally decided to take a risk, and try to pet her. Slowly, you reached your hand forward, aiming for her little head. Her eyes locked onto it, but it didn’t seem as if she was going to do anything. Your palm and fingers brushed against her white fur, and you tensed, expecting a hiss or scratch. But neither came.

As you moved your hand down from her head to her back, Yuki didn’t show any signs of bother. As your hand moved back up to her head yet again, it took you by surprise when she head butted it. You knew this meant she wanted more pets from you, so you happily obliged.

You never thought you’d ever be petting Yuki. But there you were, your touch being welcomed by her. You were overjoyed by the fact that she was finally paying attention to you, and that she didn’t despise you. You were so caught up in your adoration, that you didn’t notice the snapping sound of Mayu taking a picture of the two of you.

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~~baileypie-writes

[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

Hey Dollya!! I hope this doesn't come off as mean-spirited or misguided (?) But I thought I'd let you know just in case - Unless it's an intentional design choice by you, and as someone with siblings of a darker complexion - people with darker skin tones tend to have lighter palms and soles! I always loved seeing that little detail artists add and thought you'd like to know . Still adore your artwork, it's amazingly smooth and beautiful either way <3

I would say it's a design choice, and I answered an ask about the ashy shade of Kariya's skin being not very realistic before as well. It's because I don't base my designs off from real human skin, but rather from fictional being. Kariya - Hassan of Serenity (Fate Prototype, FGO) and "Nyan" - Cairngorm (Houseki no Kuni).

These characters also don't have realistic skin tone as well, since they're not human. And I also want to show that my characters are not human either, but that's spoiler so I'll leave it as that.

I know darker skin characters tend to create arguments, but here on my blog I would like to ask for people to respect my choices. I understand what you said about those small details though! Everytime I see foreign artists draw Áo Dài or Vietnamese clothes right, even just the most obvious details, I get crazy excited too! And I really appreciate your interest in my drawing :3 I know you've been cheering for me since the very early of my time here. Thank you for the remind and I hope you understand my decisions ✨

[nyanyandraws]

Commission for my friends @angrywarriorkitty and @fluffyscholar, it took a couple of months but I'm glad I pushed through and was able to finish this for them 💖 And, on a more personal side

(please let me be selfish just this once):

I sincerely wish to thank both of them from the bottom of my heart. More than the money, the opportunities and the success doing my work, I think becoming friends with both of you is the best thing that I had gotten out of this.

All those days hanging around and talking, whether it be about our XIV OCs, gposes, raids, memeing around in voice chat, answering wolqotds together... Those halcyon days are the moments I will never forget and will always have a special place in my heart, in my memories.

I think that's why at times I could not work on this. I keep getting stuck with a paralysis of doubt of whether I can even make this the best version of itself; trying to make something both my beloved friends can proudly show people and say "Hey look, this is something our friend Nyan made"

Which was silly because regardless of how it is you both would love anything I would do. I didn't need to worry about being 'good enough'; just being Nyan was enough and I am thankful for that.

Thank you both your friendships. I love you guys

[signs-of-the-moon]

NYAN YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THIS WHAT!!! THE HECK?!?!

It's a masterpiece. Its cinema. The tragic yuri and the symbolism and song and EVERYTHING!!! How can I eat an entire video frame by frame? I'm obsessed. Thank you so much for this GIFT 💕❤️‍🔥💖❤❤️‍🔥💝😭💞❤

Snowfrost PMV! (Song: why didnt you stop me- Mitski)

Characters belong to the lovely: @signs-of-the-moon

I have wanted to make something like this for a while, a PMV that has mostly symbolism instead of the characters, which is why the only "real" cat you see is mostly Snowfrost. It has almost no colours but black & white, but it can be quite bright so if you are sensitive to light turn down the brightness <3

[nes-meshno]

AND SOMEONE DREW MEAS A MINION????? thank you whoever youare.... i always loved minions 😔😔

and nyan cat

yay

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Which OCs that are not yours do you most admire? What is it about that character that you find impressive or engaging?

Thank you for the ask! Also asked by Anon and their friend Another Anon.

"I like all of my mutuals' OCs and find much to admire in all of them" is the short answer. So I won't attempt to list every single OC of every single person I follow and why I admire them, otherwise this post would get even longer than it already will be.

I do particularly admire OCs whose creator has given me such a strong sense of their personality and character that I can envisage how they might respond in a given situation and imagine them doing so in their "voice", so to speak. Strong and distinctive characterisation is always impressive.

Some examples of such OCs include Satien of @nyarumi-nyan, Inxli of @pinxli, Mercer of @furys-mercy, Iris of @irisopranta, Briar of @briar-ffxiv or Shio of @the-littlest-kojin

I also admire OCs with a strong story arc in which I end up getting extremely invested. Characters who aren't preserved in narrative aspic and who grow and change and develop always impress me (I'm not too bad at explaining my OCs journey, but I don't exactly show it much).

Some examples here would be Fennie of @scholarlostintime, Naru of @blucifer08, Hali of @starrysnowdrop, Mizuki of @pumpkinmagekupo and Amon of @spotofmummery (yes for the purposes of this exercise Amon is an OC, don't quibble).

I admire originality (which is not to say I look down on anyone going with something obvious and enjoying the heck out of it) in OC creation - those that have a really unique background, or a highly distinctive voice, or simply represent something that I would never have the skill or creativity to even consider.

Some examples here are Kwas of @peddlestox-shinyrocks, Mari of @cadrenebula, Coconeja of @plenary-indulgence, Flower of @meepsthemiqo, Leo of @healersadjust or Faye of @fair-fae.

And OCs who just dazzle with the coherency of their design and the whole accompanying aesthetic. The kind of OCs who could never be mistaken for anyone else. I can only aspire to such polish and attention to detail.

A few examples of this would be Captain Kuro Solaire of @captainkurosolaire, Drac of @draculas-husband, Silvaineaux of @houserosaire, Bram of @miqomischief, Mirrim of @mirrim-the-moonfaerie or Ki'To of @humblemooncat.

As I say these are examples plucked from a very long list of potential candidates, I would be mortified if anyone were to think that I didn't admire their OC simply because they aren't mentioned here. I really enjoy all the OCs that people share and I never tire of learning more about them.

Although, as a final note, I ought to mention how much I admire Eisha of @umbralaether, for being incredibly well-designed and engaging as a character. Even if her creator does send me difficult Asks!

[frostbite-the-bat]

no but genuinely. i love shadow filbo dearly. he means a lot to me.

he marks a time for me where i began embracing what i like just... for the sake of it!

he embodies the things that inspired me to draw online in the first place. hell, sparklecat characters with bangs have made me stop cutting my hair. i haven't cut my hair properly since. just because i wanted the same bangs, not knowing how hair works. now i have what is best described as messy fluttershy hair. to many people just how long my hair is, is what defines me when they see me and my hair is in a way special to me.

and again - he was what inspired me to draw. in class i'd be drawing my own sparklecats at the age of like 8, with bangs and wings and little companions that sit on clouds that rain hearts. (and bolts and skulls when ANGRY!)

i put rainbows on everything. i thought nyan cat was the embodiment of everything good in the world. i listened to nightcore versions of songs only. i say, as i am listening to nightcore, right now.

because of all these old classic animation memes and sparklefurs and silly scene and emo song flash animations i'd find... i'd pick up ms paint and draw. i imagined just how i'd animate, finding even the simplest methods absolutely mesmerising. there is something to be said about me being this young with internet access - because it very much so had it's negative effects. not me watching fetish videos at the age of 8 just because it had pokemon in it. yea that did not have any lasting effects.

but despite all this shit - it raised me! and even just a few years later... like.. 2015 when i began posting online on deviantart for the first time, not being just a lurker... learning how The Computer works better - not only drawing on paper anymore and gaining more and more interest towards digital art... i was already nostalgic towards these earlier days. but still living IN it, y'know?

just having fun, doing my own thing! isn't that what art is all about?

well. then the cringe culture nation attacked. severe bullying at school. and in general, just shame - which i am still fighting in certain aspects. but it's a bit more complicated than just "shame". (more so fear of Things.)

i'd look back at things with either genuine "cringe" or a distaste. how DARE these people have fun? because deep down, i was simply jealous.

if i was going to reference anything old like this, like classic animation memes, it was framed as "JOKE" "NOT SERIOUS" because i feared i would be harassed, made fun of, or people would thing THAT is the best of my artistic abilities. but... it's not like that.

and now, more and more people are embracing this. and it makes me so happy. and shadow filbo helped me fight off these fears a lot and just let me love what i love and be myself.

maybe it's not an ""aesthetic"" that completely defines me, maybe it IS a tik tok trend to do nowadays - but i don't care. without any of this i wouldn't be here. those were my first inspirations. silly colorful cats animated to crunchy mp3s of songs using movie maker and 3 (three!) frames drawn in ms paint. it had so much charm. it had so much genuinity. and i could feel it even back then.

without it i might've not been here as i am now. there are so many things that go into this, of course. but i simply would not be the exact way i am. and i dunno. that's something to think about.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. one "mistake" with you i've had was thinking i should be a good creator of something and respond to every fan and fanart, which only stressed me out. i have... opinions! about being recognized in various places and, as some dub, a "NICHE INTERNET MICROCELEBRITY" (nothing against you fox </3).... yeah! not a fan.

another mistake was dubbing him as a "joke" always. and... he is! he is humorous! i am a jokey person! i like crunchy shitposts! i like being the reason people laugh! i will go to certain levels to even ridicule myself just for the bit, and i don't mind it. i'm hyper(active) and i am just a jokey person, that's that. but... him being called a joke was honestly just a shield from people taking him too seriously.

if people were to mock me for being nostalgic for nightcore, and rainbows, and edgy amvs, sparkledogs, scene culture and clothes, rave songs... all this!

but... no! people loved it! people loved it so much, it moved THEM to create art!

me, referencing things that made ME inspired to draw all those years ago - then inspired OTHERS to draw other things. to embrace themselves. to have fun. to connect.

it means so much to me. it's a bit odd to comprehend, too.

but it means the world to me. sorry if i am ever annoying about shadow filbo, and is often the first thing i bring up when bugsnax is brought up - but he is the highlight of my experience with bugsnax.

thank you so much, shadow filbo. and me and my wretched little claws, of course. for making them. and those that inspired me. those old friends i lost along the way, too. and those, that inspired those that inspired me. and so forth.

thank you.

[levbolton]

HGSN Line game questions and answers

Volume 2 of Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu went out in Japan with a limited edition student card of Yoshiki with a special QR code for a Line bot. Moku said that they wrote almost all the answers, so let’s assume most of the information here is canon. I made a compilation of (I think almost) all answers, thanks to my dear moot Agnes that provided me the screenshots to the conversations (thanks a lot).

1. When is your birthday

Yoshiki: April 20th

Hikaru: March 20th

2. How old are you?

Yoshiki: I am 17, Hikaru … 16

Notice: I am very troubled about this, because why are they the same grade then…?

3. Do you like dogs?

Yoshiki: I used to go to my mother's family in Tokyo every New Year's Eve. The dog on my phone's lock screen is the one they keep there.

4. Do you like drinking?

Hikaru: You're always drinking. That old man...

Notice: I do not understand this one at all…

5. What do you think about Asako?

Yoshiki: I've never won an arm wrestling match... By the way, I think she is secretly popular among the boys.

6. What do you think about Yuuki?

Yoshiki: Yuki and I have been friends since junior high school and have known each other for a long time. The obligation chocolates she gives me for Valentine's Day are to die for.

7. What do you think about Maki?

Hikaru: Maki is really loud, louder than me.

8. Cute. (just this word)

Hikaru: I think so. Yoshiki's cute.

Yoshiki: ... I'm not happy…

9. Are you friends?

Hikaru: I have a lot of friends, but Yoshiki is like half my family.

Yoshiki: Well, ...... I'm sure I did. I did.

10. What do you think about Kaoru?

Hikaru: Kaoru is like a little sister to me too.

11. What do you think about your mother?

Hikaru: My mom and Yoshiki's mother are very close. They often have tea together.

12. Do you like your father?

Yoshiki: I don't talk to my dad... I don't talk to him at all, so...

13. Do you like summer holidays?

Hikaru: Summer is for watermelons!

Yoshiki: All you talk about is food.

14. What are your hobbies?

Yoshiki: Eh... Watching YouTube, reading comic books... I used to make insect specimens.

Hikaru: Read comics or... Eating?

15. What do you think about MasterMaster?

Hikaru: I've read a lot of Master Master. But it's only 120 volumes (unfinished), so…

Notice: MasterMaster is a reference to HxH, but damn 120 volumes, jojo style

16. What is your favourite film?

Hikaru: I like to watch movies for no reason.

17. What are your fondest memories?

Hikaru: The summer festival was memorable~ but the mince cutlet might be the best memory for me

18. Who do you like?

Hikaru: What do you mean by “like”? I don't know, but I think my favourite living thing is Yoshiki.

Yoshiki: I have the right to remain silent.

19. What is the Indo family history?

Hikaru: Come to think of it, it's a strange last name, isn't it? What's the origin?

20. What is the Tsujinaka family?

Yoshiki: My last name, I often forget to write the dots of Tsuji (辻)

If you mention Kohei, Tanaka, Takeda, Matsushima, Mikasa, Hikaru will answer like this: Eh?

21. Stamp

Text: Cheer up today! Roudo Nyan

Notice: Stamps on Line are like the equivalent of Facebook stickers. I assume we have a name for the kitty now…

22. What is your dialect?

Yoshiki: Our dialect seems to be often referred to as a mock Osaka dialect...It's not the same as Osaka dialect.

23. What are your aspirations?

Yoshiki: Leave the village...?

Hikaru: Eh~ to wipe my ass with a 10.000 yen bill

24. Happy birthday!

Yoshiki: Eh? Today is not my birthday.

Hikaru: Thank you! Today is my birthday!

Notice: It is not his birthday.

23. School festival

Hikaru: I'm sure I'll be a relay player, but I won't lose to the track and field guys~

Yoshiki: I'll probably be in charge of photography anyway.

24. School club

Yoshiki: After school, I basically study in the study room. The photo club is kind of a ghost club...

Hikaru: I practice with the football team, and when I'm done, I go home with Yoshiki.

25. Halloween

Hikaru: If I were to dress up for Halloween, I'd be a zombie! Ahahaha!

Yoshiki: It’s not funny…

26. Summer Festival

Hikaru: The summer festival was so much fun! Do you wear a yukata? 

Yoshiki: It's a hassle, I don't wear one.

Hikaru: I'd like to wear one at least once.

27. Sing

Hikaru: Ao~yama nakami ni~sozure tenbansan~♪ 

Yoshiki: I’s a school song 

Notice: Hikaru is singing the same song from chapter 13.2

28. Autumn

Hikaru: What's autumn like? Do the leaves change?

Yoshiki: The leaves turn red. The mountains turn red and silver grass grows.

Hikaru: Huh~ I'm looking forward to it.

Notice: I can’t he’s so... innocent....

29. Winter

Yoshiki: I don't like winter because it's cold. It snows here... 

Hikaru: The first time I saw snow with my own eyes, I was so moved. 

Notice: I CAN’T HE’S SO INNOCENT

30. Ice cream

Hikaru: I think Mr Gachigachi-kun is the best ice-cream maker.

Yoshiki: Yamakyu always only has Papikko, but that's third in my opinion

31. Do you believe in Santa?

Hikaru: Hey, when did you realise that Santa Claus doesn’t exist?

Yoshiki: I've had a faint hunch since I was about 5 years old.

Hikaru: Yoshiki, you were a realistic kid...

32.  Shichi-Go-San

Hikaru: Yoshiki, did you do the shinchi-go-san?

Yoshiki: I did... It doesn't suit you at all.

Hikaru: Hmm. I want to do it too. But come to think of it,  I'm not even three years old yet.

Notice: I can’t he’s so...........

Tbh I think these are useful for… eventual fanfics… (pls someone write a multichap au)

[killjoyrequests]

heeyyy!!! is it ok if i req som names/prns 4 roxy lalonde (homestuck)!!! 4 tha names anyy general themes (masc/fem preffered but neu is always cool..) n 4 the prns mayb theming around cats? THXXSM if u do it!!!!!

you got it! sorry for the wait, here's some i thought up earlier

ronnie levi rock destiny reece kit max/maxine rascal riley raven dahlia leika

purr/purrs/purrself mew/mews/mewself kit/kits/kittenself felis/felis/feliself fang/fangs/fangself claw/claws/clawself pounce/pounces/pounceself nya/nyans/nyanself scratch/scratches/scratchself thank you for the request, and i hope these fit what you wanted, anon! ^^

[noroi1000]

Can I do a request for the Nyan series. I had this idea where Both Gojo and Geto would notice that y/n is feeling down maybe a little depressed because a close friend of hers found out about her relationship with Gojo and Geto. And that person spread rumors about her to other people and would judge her and make her feel bad. Geto and Gojo decided to take her out on a date in the town on her free day, like going to the mall or it can be whatever type of date you want to write. While that date she accidentally bumps into that friend and starts judging her. Geto and Gojo weren’t there at the moment but they somehow secretly heard their conversation and decided to get some revenge on the friend and this part you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but can it end with nswf scene I think that’s how you write it but I think you get what I’m saying. Also the friend is not Yuki the coworker, can it be someone else please, sorry for bothering you with this request.

Nyan X

a/n: I finally shared this...

Warnings: A Little abusing, Smut

When you entered the house, the first thing you felt was the soft fur against your legs.

When you looked down, you saw a large white, fluffy cat purring against your legs.

It was cute, but you didn't feel like saying hello either.

You honestly wanted to be alone right now. You didn't feel very comfortable just thinking about talking to someone...

You just want to relax after a hard time at work.

After all, it's not often that a close friend starts spreading rumors about you...

And that's something else...

If Yuki hadn't been asking you what it was about, you wouldn't have known about it. And besides, he was one of the people who sided with you. Because he believes what she said isn't true.

Closing the door, you moved your leg away from the soft fur. Even though Satoru was still hugging you.

He liked being a cat so much... You were surprised that he likes life as your fluffy pet. After all, as a cat, he was so cute.

You looked at Suguru who was sitting on a chair, phone in hand.

He smiled in your direction.

"I'm glad you're back. I was going to cook-"

You cut him off by raising your hand slightly.

"Thanks Suguru, but I don't feel like doing anything." You said, messily putting all your things on the cupboard.

Satoru wrapped himself around your leg.

You looked at his happy face. He let out a cheerful meow.

"I'm sorry, Satoru... I want to rest for a while..." you said as you bent down and moved the cat away from your legs with your hand.

You walked towards the bedroom.

"Satoru, I want to be alone..." you said as you saw a white fluff follow you.

He stopped as you slowly closed the door.

When you didn't come out for the next few minutes or call them, Gojo turned into a human, leaving the ears and tail of a cat.

Geto watched as his friend's tail gently wagged the tip of tail from side to side as Gojo crouched on the floor towards the bedroom door.

"Something's not right here..." The white-haired man said.

"It's normal that something is wrong here. She never acts like this." Geto answered him.

"But she always greeted us nice when she came home. And when she was tired, we went to bed with her!" he said with a sad voice.

"You're acting like a spoiled cat..." the dark-haired one muttered.

"Because I'm a spoiled cat..." he replied. "I like the love she gives us. It's the same with you. When she doesn't give it to us, I feel bad... Don't you think we should check what's going on?"

"... well... She looks very depressed. Something must have happened to her at work..."

"If it's because of that asshole who used to stay in our house, I'll kill him..."

"No. It's not him... Notice that he cared about how she felt. So it's not his fault. Something else must have happened..."

"Can we comfort her somehow?"

"I'll make something to eat, maybe we'll spend time at home... You know, together. To cheer her up somehow."

Gojo suddenly stood up, his tail wagging in all directions.

"Make it all up, and I'll try to make her laugh and cheer her up for a start!" he said cheerfully.

"How are you going to do that?"

"First of all, you walk around the house like me, with cat ears and tail. Secondly, I bought a watermelon, and in the cardboard box of paper supplies, in addition to paper clips, I found rubber bands."

"Are you going to—"

"Oh yeah..." he smiled.

_____

Lying on the bed and scrolling through videos of cats you wanted to get rid of the depressing feeling that lingered in your chest.

However, even the sight of cute kittens didn't help you...

Unfortunately...

Have you thought about getting some sleep?

Even though you came home much earlier than usual today, you were tired.

You told your boss at 2pm that you weren't feeling well and asked if you could go home.

That's why you came back.

You didn't feel good, but mentally.

You weren't sick or in pain.

However, your psyche made you want to be alone.

People have said things about you that aren't true...

You can't afford the rent and you're fucking two guys for money?

Are you so desperate for anyone to love you that you do everything for them, even if they don't look like you?

And even if they are there first, then they magically disappear and are nowhere to be found. And yet it is difficult to overlook two handsome, very tall men. You're still chasing them.

She laughed that they run away when they disappear, but you still manage to find them...

That you went crazy and bought yourself two cats that have people's names and look identical to those guys?

What some people started saying about you was hurtful.

It all depressed you.

None of this is true, but if you deny it, people won't believe you anyway... On the contrary. When you start to deny it, they will think even more that it's true, since you are screaming so panic that it's a lie.

There's nothing you can do about it...

You just want to lie in bed...

Your plans were interrupted by something that ripped the quilt off of you.

Before you could say anything, or even see what it was, you were picked up.

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, not even thinking which one of your boys it was.

"Leave me alone..." you mumbled holding on to him.

"You must see something. Satoru has gone crazy."

You heard Suguru's voice. So he took you out of bed...

He kicked the door open as he gently held your legs and back.

And when you saw Satoru sitting on the floor, his tail wagging cutely, your eyes widened.

You quickly got out of the dark haired man's hands and walked over to the white haired one.

"Satoru, what are you-?!" you groaned looking at the watermelon.

"Hey baby~." He turned to you with a smile.

The watermelon around it had a lot of rubber bands on the rind. The large fruit was almost contorted, and it was sure to explode...

You put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him from putting more rubber bands on the fruit.

You crouched next to him, but in the same time he managed to put several rubber bands on the watermelon.

You heard the fruit crackle.

You stood up quickly, and suddenly the watermelon exploded.

Sweet juice splashed on you as Gojo let out a short scream as a piece of watermelon hit him.

You laughed at his expression because it was funny.

But you felt wet juice running down your neck and hands.

Suguru was smiling, Satoru was laughing.

"And what (y/n)? Are we supposed to clean you up somehow?" asked the white-haired man.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, he got up and jumped at you, turning into a cat in flight.

You grabbed him and felt a small tongue lick the fruit juice off your arm.

"Stop it! It tickles!" you giggled as he continued to taste the juice on your skin.

Suddenly you felt a hot tongue on your neck from the other side.

You saw that it was Suguru who was "cleaning" you of the juice.

"Does the way we touch you make you feel better?" he asked, leaning forward, showing you his face.

You saw black, sticking ears on his head.

You knew what he meant when you felt his hands grip your hips.

Especially when you saw Satoru's knowing look towards Suguru.

"Let us clean you up."

Your breath trembled as you felt Satoru's length dig into your pussy. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and his fluffy white tail was wrapped around your calf.

You cuddled up to him while he was standing in the shower so as not to get watermelon juice on the bed.

That's why you were supposed to fuck in the shower.

Your skin was sticky, but they didn't mind.

That's why as quickly as it was, Satoru's dick disappeared inside you.

And behind you was Suguru who was moving his lube-covered fingers on your ass as well as inside.

The unpleasant feeling was unbearable as Suguru prepared you like this.

However, one thing has puzzled you...

"Why do you always have to fuck me in the ass too?" You asked quietly.

It's not like you didn't like double penetration with them. Especially since they got you used to it. But you wondered why you still had to do this.

"Because when one of us is fucking your sweet pussy, you can't focus on sucking the other's cock." Satoru said with a smile as he kissed your lips. "And that way we can both fuck you as much as we want, and you can distract yourself for as long as you want."

"Right..." You groaned as you cuddled closer to him.

You hissed as Suguru squeezed more lube onto his fingers and poured the cold, slippery liquid into you, pushing his fingers in.

"I think that's enough." He said rubbing the last of the slipperiness left on his fingers down his length. "How are you feeling?"

He placed his hand on your ass, placing his heavy cock against your ass.

"I'm fine. And I'm ready..." You groaned as you pushed your ass back slightly to give him better access.

And the easier it pushes inside, the faster the discomfort will disappear and the pleasure will appear.

Pointing the tip to your hole, he slowly pushed it inside, effortlessly. And he began to slowly push himself to the end.

Feeling the pressure of your warm walls, so much pressure, also pressing against his friend's penis separated from him by a thin wall of your body inside.

As his hips touched your buttocks all the way, you felt his black tail glide over your thigh.

You bit your lip as Satoru moved you on him, making you move on Geto as well.

Just as you had to hold on to keep from falling, they both moved, hitting your body with their hips. Expanding your insides.

Your ass felt weird, but it felt good. So is your inside, which was abused by Satoru. It was something that cannot be described.

And when they were both inside, they both stuffed each other's cocks.

The tightness that was in you made Satoru keep touching his G-spot. And also Suguru clinging so much to every inch.

You know what it's like when they're backwards in you. Satoru behind you and Suguru in front. Even though their dicks are a bit different, you don't know which one you like the most...

Satoru's cock is a little longer but thinner. There are a few veins on a nice length when the tip is pink.

Suguru is shorter, but still long... and wide. The wiry and wide tip has a deep pink color.

And such differences do not mean that the feelings are the same.

Suguru stretches you out more and satoru hits you deeper.

Even though taking one at first is a challenge for you. Taking both at once is an even more difficult task for you.

Their width and length exceed the average.

Even though they've already told you a few times that their dicks are a little above proportion to their body size.

But they are out of proportion to your body...

They stretch you like you've never been stretched.

And it doesn't seem like the tightness of your walls bothers them.

"Suguru... Are you going to cum...?" Satoru said breathlessly. Smiling.

"Shut up... Her ass is tight..." he snarled, slamming his hips a little faster.

"Just like pussy... You can feel it, can't you? When our little girl is about to cum..."

Closing your eyes, you put your mouth on Satoru's shoulder, suppressing your moans into grunts.

"Don't come inside her. We're still supposed to go on a date..." he grunted breathlessly as his hips involuntarily pushed into yours, forcing his entire length inside you.

You felt him move closer and place his chest against your back. Pushing his hips into your ass. Staying in one place.

He shuddered with a moan, both of your holes tightening.

As your pussy sucked Satoru's length, your ass was pulsating. Sending the dark-haired over the border.

With a wet sound, he stretched out and, stroking its base, placed the tip on your buttocks, covering your back with dripping cum.

Satoru wasn't behind, and he steered his hips so that his length would fall out of you.

With one hand, he guided his cock between his stomach and yours, and gently moved your body. Cum covering you all over your belly.

You felt a light tap on your ass that stopped you from shivering from exhaustion.

As Satoru dropped your legs slowly onto the shower floor, she looked down at your stomach. Shiny in white.

"Ew... Satoru..." You groaned as you watched the amount run down your body.

"What? It's the same on your back..." he laughed.

You looked at Suguru and then at his semi-soft, floppy penis that was glistening.

He shrugged with a smile.

And suddenly turned on the hot water.

"We will wash you. We're going right now."

"Where, Suguru?"

"On a date."

You thought going shopping with them after something like that was a bad idea.

Especially since you thought you wouldn't be able to walk normally.

However, you were relaxed. Despite the very slight pain in your ass and between your legs, everything was fine.

They took you shopping in clothes shops, then to shops with various food and also accessories for the home and for people.

The sex shop Satoru wanted to go to didn't work out.

You have new sexy lingerie and something else Satoru won't tell you about.

But you guess that thing is the cat maid outfit he was looking at...

You ate something, went to the cinema which is in the shopping mall, and to the arcade.

Finally, when passing by the ice cream stand where you stopped, your mood soured again. Because you saw your friend from work pass by... That one...

You were sitting on a bench near the booth while they both bought snacks.

Satoru went for ice cream and Suguru went for Yakitori.

You hoped she wouldn't notice you, but you were wrong.

On your head was a cute clip that Suguru got for you. Because to Him, you looked cute in it.

When they weren't there, you listened to her abuse you. What hurt you more than anything else was the question of what you had to do to get them to give you that. After all, it wasn't possible for them to give you gifts and love you. After all, when you stand next to them, you stand out so much. And that you're not pretty enough to have two handsome men next to you. People often judged you. But never like this. You did something wrong, you made a mistake. But now she's judging you by not being enough for them. That now they're gone and won't come back because they ran away from you. That all they can see in you is an opportunity to have sex.

They do love you...

But she said it in such a way that you felt bad.

And your smile that they put on your face faded...

So much you thought you could believe it. You didn't answer at all. You wanted to ignore her. But you took the hairpin off your hair anyway. Putting a nice thing in your pocket.

You didn't know they were there, and they heard it.

And when they sat next to you on the bench moments later, you ignored the fact that one of them was holding delicious-smelling food on sticks for three people, and the other three ice cream cones in your favorite flavors.

You just put the side of your face on the side of Suguru's chest, and tried not to cry. As tears slowly filled your eyes.

You didn't answer when they asked if you were okay.

You just hid your face in his clothes, trying to convince you even more that what she was saying wasn't true.

Even though you know it, it still hurts.

That someone judges you like that. That she challenges you and destroys your reputation...

You guessed they had heard all that when Satoru gently laid his head on your shoulder, tenderly kissing the side of your head. Especially when he said anything:

"Will you feel better if we do something about it?"

When you felt Suguru's fingers wipe away the tears that accumulated in your eyes, you relaxed slightly.

After all, they are always with you.

You nodded at them.

They wordlessly got up, hugging you again.

Satoru handed you three scoops of ice cream and Suguru placed the Yakitori on some tissues next to you.

They went in one direction.

Fifteen minutes later they returned.

They hugged you and Satoru gave you a plush, very soft panda.

They took a hairpin out of your pocket and put it in your hair.

They showed you so much affection. They spoke sweet words to you.

And in the end they assured you that she won't say anything to you anymore because her reputation is already completely destroyed.

At the gym she went to, they switched slates. Where there were showers and men's changing rooms, they pinned it as a women's changing room.

She went in there in just a towel after her bath, and they closed the door. That's all they did.

It wasn't their fault that one of the guys there recorded it and posted it on social media.

Besides, no one knows what was going on in that dressing room while she was there...