#they are friendly with the black cat pictured and were friendly with our cat that passed last year

[the0ther-side0f-dawn]

update: i felt bad but i convinced my cat that he could still be happy if he cuddled with his brother instead of me

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of violence, mentions of being drugged, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 6: dreamcatchers…

“straighten up luv, don’t slouch in the photos.” you murmur gently as you lean over to tuck a loose strand of tim’s hair back into it’s neatly styled look, a practiced smile on your face as bright shutters flash around you.

“wha-dukes on his phone right now! tell him to look good in the pictures…” tim grumbles quietly as he straightens up beside you and puts his hands in his suit pockets, cringing slightly when his back audibly creaked from the movements.

“duke only agreed to attending and a few group photos, besides he’s not the newly announced board member on wayne enterprises. the cameras are gonna be glued to you all night luv.” you pointed out gently as you reached over to gently tug on damian’s arm and pull him closer for a few more photos, he does a good job of not reacting despite the fact that tim and damian were bickering in the car on the way over, he just crosses his arms behind his back and tilts his head back like a proud cat posing.

the paparazzi were loud tonight, shouting questions at everyone that walks by and shoving cameras in peoples faces while trying to follow after them. the security guards are having a field day tonight, you’ll need to remember to give them all extra tips. duke and jason both wander over when bruce gestures for them, duke shoving his phone in his back pocket and jason crosses his arms over his chest and subtly leans into your side.

“either of you seen richard and cass? please tell me they’re not in another interview.”

“cass is at the macarons table” jason grunts out, glaring half-heartedly when duke starts trying to subtly shoulder check him once they’re side by side.

bruce clears his throat to try to put a stop to their playfighting before it escalates, smiling and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the cameras continue flashing, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your upper arm.

duke leans over. “think i saw dick talking to babs near the minibar.” duke whispers while now trying to step on the back of tim’s shoe, snickering when tim tries to elbow him in the gut.

“knock it off.” bruce mumbles, tired already. the boys all relent and eventually go on their way once enough pictures have been taken in front of the name wall.

“I'll go find Cassie, meet me up by the stage?” You murmur in Bruce's ear, not waiting for a reply as you saunter off.

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damian sticks close to you as you approach the snack bar, grumbling quietly under his breath about how unprofessional everyone else is. you think it’s cute how he treats galas like a personal mission.

“-i’m just saying! they don’t take things as seriously as we do, our public image is in jeopardy every time we put them together, especially Tim and jason.”

you suppress a smile as you look for cass’s figure in the crowd, smoothly grabbing a sample plate and putting a few vegan friendly options on it. “they’re trying to make the best of a situation they don’t care for, luv. as long as no one starts backflipping off tables they’re fine.” you hand him the plate as you spot cass, already approaching you with a passive look on her face.

“hello, my shoes are uncomfortable.” she's straight to the point as always, standing ramrod straight in the kitten pumps in what you can guess is an attempt to not look awkward.

“Hello back, do you wanna go change them?” You gesture her closer as you start walking away from the tables.

“I told you they're impractical footwear.” Damian grumbles as he pokes at the zucchini bars you handed him, still following you like a shadow.

“I'm not walking barefoot, don't trust the floor's are clean.” Cass ignores Damian's comment, she wanted to try the heels and now she's done with them.

You smile amusedly as you start leading her towards the restrooms, “i have a pair of your flats, Cassie. Change into those and I'll hold your shoes, okay?” You start fishing for the rolled up pair out of one of your many pockets, handing the ballet flats to her and ushering her in.

She just nods and takes the shoes, disappearing into the bathrooms while you turn around to converse with Damian.

“Now then, once she's back let's -” you pause when you realize you don't see Damian anywhere, that was literally just a few seconds where did he go?

You twist around and glance behind and beside you, he's disappeared and…when did it get so quiet? Suddenly you hear a voice from the front of the room, grating and loud, slightly tinny, a recording?

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Gothams finest. You've all been selected for a very special trial tonight, you get to take part in valuable research...”

You'd recognize a monologue anywhere, you quickly start moving towards the voice, who is it tonight? The riddler? Your heart is already racing even though you try not to rush, not wanting to stand out. The guests murmur loudly around you, some already starting to dart towards an exit. The voice continues.

“.. Your participation is…unfortunately mandatory…in the study of fear.”

Your blood runs cold as you realize who exactly it is, you quickly grab a handkerchief out of one of your pockets and hold it over your mouth and nose, it's better than absolutely nothing you figure. you pause and consider going back to the bathroom, checking on Cass. But the need to find Damian is just a touch stronger, a gas can goes off across the room which causes a few people to scream and scramble away from it, shit. Where's your family?

You hear a scuffle behind an ice sculpture to your left which gets you to glance over for a second, Damian was being grabbed from behind by two guys in gas masks while he half-heartedly struggles. Your whole body freezes at the sight, is he pretending or has he been gassed? You hear more shrieks across the room as chaos sets in. You can't look away from Damian though, fuck what to do!?

You watch one of the guests slam their shoulder into another guest and try to smash a bottle over their head while shouting, the gas is taking affect already. You need to do something.

Without thinking you shove into the ice sculpture as hard as you can, sending the nude angelic lady toppling to the floor near the two men in gas masks and Damian. As soon as they look over you throw a food tray at one of them and start to go onto one of your other pockets, you curse as you realize pepper spray won't work on gas masks.

You panic and grab a cheese knife off the table instead, the two men start to approach you as Damian shouts something and starts to aggressively struggle, kicking one of them in the groin and trying to twist out of the other man's hold. The kicked man pulls out a canister and it drives you into such a panic that you rush over and drive the cheese knife into his shoulder and try to wrestle the can away from him, he shouts something muffled and it drops to the floor.

You kick it away from the first man and try to tackle the one still holding Damian, the elbow you get to the face makes you drop the handkerchief but you keep hitting at him after a brief stumble. Finally he releases Damian, he proceeds to grab both your shoulders and drive a hard knee into your gut. As soon as you double over you see movement out of the corner of your eye, the first man behind you swinging something at your head…

…You hear Damian's voice somewhere nearby…

…Loud thudding near you, when did you wind up on the floor?….

….What's that green stuff? It smells strange….

…..

…

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You wake up with a loud grunt, your heart monitor beeping wildly beside your hospital bed Your eyes darting around frantically for some threat.

What the fuck was that? You're dreaming about this place now? You're sweating, You gasp quietly for air and slowly pull your legs up to your chest as you try to regulate yourself. The darkness of the room giving you a slight sense of privacy as you try to gather your bearings.

“You're not insane. you're not insane. You're not insane.” You mumble to yourself like a mantra, that reminded you of one of Wanda's visions. It felt so realistic too…

You really wish you had access to alcohol right now.

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A Quick Pick Me Up (Yandere Neko Cafe x Reader)

Hey, ya'll, I know ya'll like my fandom work, but I promise you my OC stuff is just as good. Please read!!!!! I just felt like doing this today! Reader is gender neutral. Also YANDERE BEHAVIOR IS UNACCEPTABLE IN REAL LIFE! IT AINT CUTE, IT'S ABUSE! SEEK HELP IF YOU OR A LOVED ONE HAVE SOMEONE IN YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!

Picture belongs to @kaffee-und-liebe

Tw: Yandere tendencies, some platonic yanderes (the kids and Cocoa), some slightly suggestive content, cursing, Donut (you'll know what I mean later), mentions of abuse, and other possibly triggering content

MINORS DNI

You live in a city that is made up of mostly apartments, that don't allow you to keep a cat much less a hybrid. Too bad because you really love cats and cat hybrids. They're just so cute with their soft ears and tails and fierce expressions. When they purr? You almost die!

Which is why you are currently vibrating in front of the newest cat cafe where you can interact with cat hybrids and cats alike. It was also really close to your apartment building, so it was meant to be. The cafe was a cute brown stone building covered in vines and flowers with a black sign that in golden letters spelled out "Lucky Kitty Cafe". You felt pretty lucky standing in front of the building right now. You took a breath and entered the building.

Ding~

A set of bells tinkled cutely as your eyes widened in amazement. The place was catastic! There were paintings of cats, a cat tree decorated with potted plants, chairs with little cat ears on the back, and much more. A strange looking person with a long and thin face and vitiligo and mysterious blue green colored eyes looked up with a friendly smile. They wore head scarf with a hat with cat ears on top and a beige shirt with caramel accents.

"Welcome to Lucky Kitty Cafe, I'm Shopkeeper, are you here to see our cats and cat hybrids?" Their voice was a soothing androgynous voice. They were pretty hot not going to lie. "Yes, I'm here to see the cats!" "Wonderful~" Shopkeeper purred as they grabbed a pen and paper. "Would you like anything to eat or drink while you wait?" You smile gleefully at Shopkeeper and nod. "I'll have (cafe order) please." Shopkeeper jotted your order down and nodded. "Good taste, we'll have that order out right away for you Mx..."

"(Y/N)"

Mx. (Y/N) what a beautiful name...I can tell the staff will just love you~

For the privacy of our staff, they have been assigned names of popular cafe drinks and snacks. Their personalities our meant to cater to our wide clientele. Please take not of the following rules:

Rule 1.: Do not pick up cats

Rule 2: No pulling tails and ears of cats or staff

Rule 3: Harassment of any kind towards our cats, staff, or other customers will get you sent straight to Butch

Rule 4: Our staff are playing a role to increase your enjoyment of the cafe. The way they act in the cafe does not necessarily constitute how they act outside of the cafe.

Rule 5: Buy at least one item on the menu, this is a business after all

Rule 6: DON'T MESS WITH OUR DARLING 

Meet Our Staff

Macchiato:

Macchiato or Macchi is the unofficial mascot of "Lucky Kitty Cafe" she is a calico hybrid who is the sweetest person around. Her cheerful and bright attitude will brighten up even the grumpiest of people's days. She always is the first to greet new customers.

You were stunned when the tritone beauty perched herself directly on your lap, her orange eyes shining brightly as she bounced up and down barraging you with questions.

She was so excited to see a cute new face around the establishment! Your hands were so gentle as you pet her soft ears. She didn't feel the slightest bit of shame letting you know how much she enjoyed it with her loud purring. When your food and drink came you offered to share some with her.

With her?

She almost fell in love right then and there, no one ever offered to share their food with her in such a genuine way. The food was some of the best she ever had since she got to share it with you. She couldn't help but laugh as you gushed over the cats, you were more adorable than anyone here!

She's probably the first to go yandere, she can't help it when your sweeter than the sugary treats Shopkeeper bakes. She is one clingy motherfucker, so she'll always have some body part of yours close to her. She will also insert herself in any interaction you have with others in the cafe or outside. Don't ask her why she's here just pet her pretty tritone hair!

She wants to be the only hybrid in your life which means you may wake up with her snuggled into your arms blinking those sunset orbs at you cutely.

"Morning (N/n)! Did you sleep well? I know I did~

Collects any trash you leave behind. Dirty napkins? Now hers. Straws? She's wrapping her tongue around while thinking indecent thoughts. Lost your cute keychain? Well good luck ever finding it again because now it's a part of her shrine to you.

Don't let her cute face fool you, she will do whatever it takes to ensure that you are hers.

"(N/n) left their Chapstick here. Mmm (N/n) it's like sharing an indirect kiss with you~"

Espresso:

Meet the cafe's very own black cat Espresso. He is very quiet and aloof at first. Most people never interact with him as he will leave when people attempt to start a conversation with him. No one understands why Espresso even took a job here as he's clearly not a people hybrid.

He is no doubt one of the most handsome hybrids most people see. Beautiful dark skin and long dreadlocks accompanied with silky black ears and tail and intelligent brown eyes. His voice is very deep and mellow much like a good espresso.

He is a cat magnet as even the shyest cats can be found purring contently on his lap. He lets them hang around him as he sketches pictures of the cafe.

"You're a really good artist"

Espresso jerks at the sudden sound of your voice, how did you manage to sneak up on him? He froze as every impulse in him was confused on how to react. Run away? Thank you? Let you sit down with him? It's clear to you that the Windows shut down noise is taking place in his head right now.

"I'm sorry for startling you, I'll be on my way now."

It didn't take long for other cats and Macchi to distract you, but Espresso couldn't get the interaction out of his head. Yes, you scared him, but you didn't pressure him into conversation. You simply complimented his art before leaving.

Why did a small part of him wish you stayed?

In order for him to go yandere for you, you have to let him approach you in his own time. You must be patient as Espresso isn't used to engaging with customers like the other staff are. He is probably the last if not close to last who go yandere for you, which means you'll have an ally for when the others get too touchy.

He is very aware that the feelings that he is developing aren't the healthiest, so he tries to keep his feelings to himself. He adores your calming presence and how you can bring out the best in anybody. He begins subconsciously drawing you more and more in different scenarios. Most relatively innocent but there are enough indulgent sketches that he doesn't allow you to look through his sketch book without him supervising.

However, jealousy begins to gnaw at his gut when he sees you interacting with the others. When did Butch get so protective of you? Why do you hang around that bastard Donut? Why can't he have you all to himself? He starts to use the trust that you've built towards him to convince you to spend less time with the others. Besides that, he's one of the most harmless yanderes on this list.

"Oh, you're here, did the others smother you too much? They won't bother as long as you stay with me my muse."

Donut:

Oh boy, you got this gremlin's attention, you really are too sweet for your own good, aren't you? Donut is an orange Munchkin cat hybrid and the shortest adult of the staff (the kids are platonic yandere for you). The definition of short guy syndrome but he hides it behind a cute facade. He lays it on thick for customers to give him fat tips (get you mind out of the gutter). A little bat of the eyelash here and a flirty wink there and everyone is eating out of the palm of his hand.

"Oh, a new customer, it's so nice to meet you I'm Donut~"

"Nice to meet you Donut."

"Hee hee, do you mind if I sit on your lap?"

He plops himself on your lap and starts not so subtly grinding on you which makes you very uncomfortable, you just met this guy. Plus, this is not the place for finding a random hookup. You push him off your lap and tell him that his actions made you uncomfortable. Donut begins boiling inside. You ungrateful bitch! How dare you turn him down! Him! HIM!!!! He yells in frustration later in the empty break room. Why were you being so rude when he was just being nice? (No dude that's sexual harassment) He's made it his personal mission to seduce you and then when you fall for him laugh in your face.

Donut turns up the clueless and the sexiness up by a hundred and ten percent. He wears extra skimpy and tight-fitting shorts and skirts (with lacey panties and/or thongs) as well as unbuttoning half the buttons on his pastel pink shirt, showing you his surprisingly defined chest. He skips around with an innocent grin, only for his actions to be ignored. You evil SLUT, how dare you pretend to not see what he's doing? He should teach you to be grateful and get down on your knees like a good whore does. He ignores all the other customers in favor of hatefully glaring at you from the corner.

He follows you out of the cafe and drags you into an alley nearby pinning you to the wall (he's actually deceptively strong). He screams all of the feelings he's been bottling up towards you with tears in his eyes. You stand still for a moment unsure of what to do and then you feel him go limp. Okay this is super awkward, the guy in front of you went on a nice guy spiel and then passed out. Unfortunately, you have some morality and decide not to leave him out here when your apartment is right across the street. You scoop him up and walk to your apartment (he's really light).

Donut wakes up in a stranger's bed and thinks he took his anger out by sleeping with some rando for a quick ego boost. However, he sees you coming into the room with a plate of breakfast and set it right in front of him. Why was he at your place? You explained what happened and Donut is very embarrassed, he can't believe he was vulnerable with the person he despises with all his heart. He prepares for you to mock him cruelly, but instead you treat him with the kindness he'd never show for you. Why are you such a mature person? It makes him so mad that he starts blushing, his heart starts pumping... did you always look so handsome?

Uh oh

Donut goes from being horrible to you to being the most delusional being on the planet. You treated him with kindness, which must mean you love him and much as he loves you. He does the cute act except this time its genuine and less sexual (he learned boundaries for you so be grateful (don't he still sucks)). However, he doesn't afford the same luxury to others. He sees the way others look at you and he doesn't like it one bit. He is cruel and sadistic towards rivals all while acting like an absolute angel towards you.

"Welcome home darling! How did I get in your apartment? You invited me here silly, now come and snuggle with your one and only~"

Sugar:

Sugar is a complete MILF looking like a golden age Hollywood actress in her work uniform. She is a Turkish Angora hybrid with gorgeous long white hair plated in victory curls and bewitching heterochromic eyes (left brown and right blue with a beauty mark under the left one). Sugar was a show hybrid like her mother before her but had to leave when she became pregnant with a stray hybrid's kittens. She is very gentle and motherly with an elegant femme fatale aura to her. Sugar is considered second in command to Shopkeeper and very respected for her age and wisdom (she's in her early to mid-forties because we love older women here).

Popular with old and young alike, you were starstruck when the snow-haired beauty and spoke to you with her lightly accented voice (she's Turkish). You felt completely comfortable with Sugar and were able to get some sound financial advice from her, as Sugar knew what it was like to be young and struggling to pay bills.

"Remember that charity is no only an act of generosity but also tax deductible."

"Yes mommy."

"What?"

"What?"

She found your slight crush on her adorable as it was flattering for younger people to find her attractive. However, she didn't want to have to parent her partner as well as her twins. She doesn't immediately go yandere nor is she the slowest to go yandere for you. This feeling changed when she saw how well you got along with Cookie and Muffin (her twins). You were able to get them to listen to you as well as break up their fights which was a feat that very few outside herself could do. Color her impressed.

"Mommy is (Y/N) our new parent?"

"Now kids we need to be tactical about this-"

"They helped find a crying child's parents."

"Cookie, Muffin, say hello to your new stepparent."

Very few younger people and hybrids knew the subtle art of seduction like Sugar did, which she believes gives her advantage compared to the others. She doesn't constantly badger you for your time like Macchiato, Donut, and Cappuccino do (she's only truly worried about the romantic rivals but Cocoa is on thin ice sometimes). Nor does she play it too subtle like Espresso and Croissant do. She invites you to "platonic" dates out with her and her children to parks and restaurants. She also will subtly touch you whether it be smoothing wrinkles on your outfit or giving you chaste kiss on the cheek (she says she greets everyone that way, but you have yet to see that). She knows she attractive and how to flirt in a way that makes you blush but not uncomfortable.

She's seen the cruelties of the world and hopes that you won't have to go through have the horrors she's faced. The world isn't very kind to single moms, especially older single moms. She wants you to be happy and safe in her home, as a cute little stay at home spouse. Let her do all the hard work outside while you stay home and do some work inside (she won't let you strain yourself though). She also is a doting and spoiling yandere. She's very generous and giving towards you (even in bed) and will have all your desires met except leaving.

She's a master manipulator and will use her children as a way to get you to consider staying with her. They love you so much, you wouldn't break their hearts, right? (the kids are also manipulative little shits as well) The only people she would consider sharing (this is only in dire situations) you with is Shopkeeper and maybe Bruce. Besides that, she won't rest until you are snuggled into her chest in the bed you share.

"(Y/N) let's go out again, the kids love hanging out with you dear and I wouldn't want to disappoint them. You will, wonderful!"

Cookie and Muffin: 

Meet the mischievous mixed breeds who work occasionally beside their mother. Cookie and Muffin are loved dearly by kids their age and lonely older patrons. They love sweets and messing with member of the staff they don't like (Donut and Cappuccino mostly) with very intricate pranks. They aren't always there and met you by chance as their mother had to pick them up early from school (Muffin and Cookie can get violent with each other and the only one who can break them up is momma Sugar). Muffin is the girl with short gray hair with a single white streak and Cookie is the boy with long white hair with a single gray streak.

They saw you playing with the kittens and wanted to play too! You rough house with the twins and don't get mad when Muffin bites you a bit too hard (kitten hybrid teeth are sharp). Cookie got jealous that you are paying more attention to Muffin and the two started fighting. Normally no one is brave enough to break the twins apart from each other, but you bravely stand between them enduring multiple scratches until they stopped.

They can't believe they hurt their new playmate; their mom is going to kill them. Both start crying while apologizing profusely for hurting you. Instead of yelling at them you scratch their ears gently and tell them it's okay. Your touch is just as calming as their mother's, wait why did you stop? Keep petting them please!

They're kids so they go yandere pretty quickly as they aren't romantic interests, and you sneak them pastries you bought (much to Sugar's dismay). Both are always trying to monopolize your time and will scratch and bite any staff or customer who interrupts their "(Y/N) Time". When their mom starts having a romantic interest in you, they're ecstatic, you get to become their new parent. While they are kids, they aren't dumb as they notice other staff members looking at you the same way that their mom does. They won't let just anyone marry you, only mommy can (they can't wait to call you their baba*)!

Their pranks become almost deadly in nature towards rivals of their mom. They never get in trouble for almost killing the delivery guy because they're just kids, what do you expect? Also inherit the manipulative trait from their mother. Oh no their babysitter mysteriously quit! Could you watch them? You come over only to find that it was an elaborate ruse done by the twins, so you have family movie night with them and Sugar (they "fall asleep" on you so you're forced to spend the night). Mommy is sad because she remembered how daddy left them. Could you cheer her up?

They aren't too dangerous yanderes besides the semi deadly pranks, but they aren't to be underestimated because they're children. They want a happy family with their favorite playmate, and they'll do anything they can to get it.

"(Y/N), Muffin pulled on my hair!" "Not before Cookie bit my finger!"

"Baba don't leave!" "Yeah, we'll stop fighting as long as you're here!"

Croissant:

Ah the intelligentsia of the cafe, its own certified genius Croissant. Croissant is a lover of reading, fine art, and playing his beloved cello. He brings with him a refined aura and a thirst for knowledge. He's a blonde American Curl who always wears his beloved red scarf, even indoors. He has semi long curly blond hair in a mullet and the prettiest hazel eyes. He's got freckles that he hides with makeup. He is popular with mainly older people who enjoy engaging in discourse with him on a wide variety of subjects. He also helps tutor kids occasionally in the cafe's break room.

Croissant saw you sitting in the corner reading a book while sipping on (beverage of choice), the book you were reading happened to be one he knew about. He asked if you were enjoying the book, which caused your eyes to light up. You began to ramble to him about the book you were reading which Croissant found very adorable. Finally, he found someone that had a similar interest to him.

The two of you begin to have a routine where you would have interesting conversations about your individual interests, where each one of you would come out learning more about each other. Croissant started noticing little things about you, like how one dimple is bigger than the other when you smile, or that your nose scrunches up when you're confused. That's totally a normal thing to notice about your friend, right?

Right?

Croissant is one of the last to go yandere but goes yandere before Espresso and Butch. I mean how could anyone resist your charms forever? You never are rude or demeaning like the jealous fools in his graduate classes. You actually listen with wide eyed interest and treating him like a regular person instead of something to be revered or despised made him fall deeper into his obsession with you.

Croissant will find any way to spend more time with you. You trying to go to graduate school? He can help you study! Applying for a job? Why not work here? Other work environments won't value you the way "Lucky Kitty Cafe" would value you. So, what if you're human, Shopkeeper is human too (are they though?)! Don't even worry about filling out a resume a good word from Croissant and you'll have the job by tomorrow (even if you don't want to work there you will end up working there if Croissant has something to say about it).

Croissant never values anyone's opinion on him before, but he reveres your opinion above his own. Prefer red heads? Guess who's dying his hair? Hate his curled ears? He suddenly prefers wearing hats indoors. He can become very unstable fast so try to reassure him with love and affection. Or else no one will be able to stop the fall out. He's one hell of a stalker since he wants to know that you are okay, and no one is hurting you. Keeps extensive lists of things you like and plans for the future home the two of you will buy that is far away from this city and its impure influences.

"Ah Mx. (L/N) it's a pleasure to see you today. Care to pick up our conversation from where we left off yesterday?"

Cocoa:

Cocoa is a spunky freshly high school graduated college student who is working at the "Lucky Kitty Cafe" as a waitress for some extra money to pay for campus expenses. Cocoa is a Burmese with gigantic coke bottle glasses (she's extremely far sighted) and puffy space buns. She is popular with the teens and young adults who frequent the restaurant for her cute fashion sense and her sassy attitude.

She first met you when she spilled hot coffee all over you. The one day she forgets to wear her glasses! She immediately rushes you to the employee bathroom and apologizes profusely as she sprays cold water over the burn and begins to cry. She never meant to hurt anyone, and she may even get fired for injuring another customer (first time was no accident). You were fine thankfully but the guilt still ate away at Cocoa. She decided to spend time with you as payment and even pay for your meal. You laugh at Cocoa's guilt-ridden sad puppy eyes and compliment her nails. She immediately forgets her guilt and babbles about the cute new nail salon you should try. OMG you two should totally become BFFs!

Cocoa isn't immediately yandere and is like Sugar somewhere in the middle but further towards the immediate side. She's just hanging out with her new bestie! However, her tail bristles when she sees Macchi looping her arm around your waist, or the way that Donut coos at you while trying to feed you the cafe's newest dessert. Can't these two find their own BFFs, your hers. Great now Cappuccino is sleeping with their head in your lap! She snaps and screams at the other hybrid to leave you the hell alone, scaring many nearby cats. You tell Cocoa to calm down and that you're okay with Cappuccino doing this. What the fuck? How could you?!

After taking a second to calm down, Cocoa had to figure out why she was so worked up about you having other friends. It's good for you to have other friends...so why does it leave a bitter taste in her mouth. She doesn't hate the idea of you having friends, she just needs to be your BEST FRIEND!

Cocoa is one monopolizing and clingy girl. You have planned this weekend? Great now you can throw them out because Cocoa is taking you shopping to a cool new vintage store down the road, ooh and you can have boba tea afterwards! She bats away Macchi, Donut, and Cappuccino to have some time with her bestie, they aren't invited! She also believes as your best friend (she'll get rid of anyone who tries and replace her) she gets to pick who your future spouse is, and she is overly critical towards everyone in the cafe. No one is good enough for her bestie! She might put in a good word for the others... if they forfeit their time with you for the day (she's evil like that >:)).

Cocoa also is the type to try and hang out with you outside of the cafe by "coincidence". Oh, my what a coincidence that you both were at the supermarket at the same time looking for...mangos. Man, she loves mangos (she hates mangos)! Anyways, she found this really cute spa where they use sweet, scented bath bombs in the soak tub. Don't worry she'll pay! She also will totally snitch if she sees others trailing you (like she wasn't also stalking you) to make you like her more. Oh my god Croissant is totally following you, guess he isn't the gentleman he claims to be. What's she doing here? Don't worry about that, let's go rollar skating!

"(N/n) look there's 50% off matching sets of pajamas! Let's totally get some and have a sleep over together!"

Matcha:

You like em weird. Like really weird. Matcha is one strange hybrid. They are a Russian Blue with long bangs that cover their intense steel blue eyes. They have a couple streaks of light green in their gray blue hair. Their extremely pretty as they have a pale complexion and are lithe but when they open their mouth customers walk away in discomfort. As a result, Shopkeeper has them in the back most of the day and only really lets them come out before opening and after closing. They will be the one of the last yandere's you'll probably meet.

You were helping Shopkeeper with cleaning up after an intense day at the cafe, after all they let you stay in the comfiest table for hours after you purchased food. As well as staying after closing to feed the kitties. You also may or may not have been lured by Shopkeeper's promise of being able to take some of the leftover pastries home. Whatever your reason you were helping Shopkeeper, when Shopkeeper left to take a phone call outside. You smiled to yourself as you hummed a tune while cleaning up. You started actually singing when you heard a crash coming from the kitchen area. Strange you don't remember anyone being in the store besides you and Shopkeeper. Curiosity got the better of you and you decided to sneak a peek at whatever creature was in the kitchen.

You peer into the dark kitchen to find a skinny person holding a bent-up pan and an explosion of red all over the floor and all over the person.

"Oh, don't worry this isn't blood."

You proceeded to sock the stranger in the face and run to find Shopkeeper.

"There's a strange person with bluish hair covered in god knows what in your kitchen!"

"Oh that's Matcha."

"Who?!"

After an in-depth explanation of why this person you never saw before was standing in front of you covered in strawberry jam (they like to be one with the fruit) you were introduced to Matcha. A hybrid who smells like and probably eats dirt, an acquired taste for most (both dirt and Matcha). You apologized for punching them in the face to which they grinned and told you they like how your fist felt on their face. Okay a little strange but Shopkeeper wouldn't hire a literal serial killer, right?

You don't even know anymore

Obsessed from the minute your fist made contact with their face. Not quite yandere but interested in the reactions you make (and the pain you can give them). They actually gain romantic interest towards you slower than you think, give or take two days. You saw the large cut on their arm and helped them patch it up, it was from that moment that they planned your entire wedding in their head.

Is terrible at stalking but does it in hopes of being caught and you berating them for it (thinks it's sexy when you're mad). Fights Macchi for the things you leave behind and is found sniffing the seat where you were sitting. Is the definition of worshipper yandere as they truly believe you are a deity, and they are your acolyte. They don't care if you hate them or want them dead, as long as they can be by your side that's all that matters.

Being your acolyte also means they will do anything you ask with zeal. It doesn't matter if it's highly illegal as going to jail in your stead would be a blessing. They just love you so much that it consumes their very being. They're willing to share you with others (as long as they can watch) as long as you still let them stay by your side too.

"Hit me, stab me, choke me, leave me to die. Any act done by your hands is a blessing and a pleasure for me~"

Shopkeeper:

You got the big cheese's attention, the owner of the cafe, the mysterious Shopkeeper. Shopkeeper is alluring in an inhuman way with their sharp blue green eyes and charming androgynous voice. They loved the smile you gave them the first time you came in, what an adorable face. They also loved the face you made when you took a bite of the food you ordered, that blissed-out look is just too cute.

"Excuse me did you make this pastry?"

"Oh, why yes I did, it happens to be a family recipe."

"You're so talented, that was the best (pastry of choice) I every ate!"

Normally compliments don't faze Shopkeeper they'd reply with a nod and a polite thank you. However, you seemed so genuine and the way your eyes sparkled made something melt inside of Shopkeeper. You would surely become one of their favorite customers.

Shopkeeper is very hard to read so it can be difficult to tell when they go yandere for you. Their actions can be seen as purely platonic or as their attempt to flirt with you. They always make sure your favorite sweets are freshly made when you arrive to the cafe, they have the time you arrive memorized. If you don't like sweets, they always have something savory and tasty prepared to your liking. Keeps track of your food preferences and allergies when coming up with new items for the menu, so you can taste test them.

"I was thinking of adding this to the menu tell me how it tastes?"

"Is it necessary for you to feed me?"

"Absolutely."

One thing is for sure when they do fall for you, they begin to plan how to make you entirely theirs. Shopkeeper knows how their staff have taken a liking to you, and they don't feel like sharing (may have an easier time with the more submissive/guilt ridden ones like Matcha and Butch). They use their sweet words and actions to guide you in the right direction (right into their arms). They also aren't afraid to take care of rivals that come from outside of the cafe.

"Oh, why is there blood on my face? Just a little problem in the kitchen that's all."

Cappuccino:

Cappuccino is the Ragdoll of the group, a mellow, sleepy person. They are perfect cuddle shape with their chubby body and their big fluffy ears, hair, and tail. They are almost always asleep yet one of the most popular hybrids at the cafe for how cute and calm they are. They don't often choose who they fall asleep on, so they might have accidently fallen asleep on you.

"Oh, I fell asleep but not on a pillow."

"Hey, Cappuccino, right? I need to get to work so could you kindly..."

"Zzzzzz"

Cappuccino is pretty big both tall and chubby (because tall people can also be chubby/fat and beautiful) so it's hard to move them when they sleep, which is too bad for you since Cappuccino has decided you are their new favorite pillow. They always find you in what you're doing and force you to let them cuddle with you. After all, why cuddle with a cat now that you have Cappuccino?

"Cappuccino what are you doing in my house?"

"Ugh you're being to noisy be quiet, pillows don't talk."

"GET OUT!"

Cappuccino goes yandere for you pretty quick, but you wouldn't notice as Cappuccino is too lazy to do anything about these feelings beside scent you constantly when you cuddle. Cappuccino is clingy in the sense that they can't get good sleep unless they're clinging to you. You may have places to be, but Cappuccino is sleeping right now so you won't be going anywhere. They're adorable and they know it, so they use this to make you stay longer too. One sleepy look from those big droopy blue eyes and you are staying a lot longer than you intended. Isn't willing to pick fights with Donut, Macchi, or Cocoa, but is willing to make it out like they are bullying them.

"You shouldn't hang out with people who treat others bad (Y/N), you know I never would (they totally would)."

Their apathy is one of the scariest traits they have, they may be lazy, but they use their cuteness to get crazed fans to get rid of the competition. They are not above getting rid of others at the cafe because they don't care about the people around them. Cappuccino is also very strong as when they aren't sleeping, they are at the gym, so if they feel motivated enough, they can bash some heads in. Cappuccino only cares about you, so don't make them do anything that you may regret.

"Oh (Y/N) sorry for humping you, I was having a very...intense dream."

Butch:

Enter the devoted guard dog of the cafe Butch. The Pitbull hybrid is the tallest and strongest of the cafe and doesn't let anyone harass the Shopkeeper and staff. He sent you a threatening glare with his scared face when you arrived. He didn't know you and he hated humans for all the scars they gave him. You smiled at him and walked away. Tch, stupid human.

One by one all the hybrids fell for your charms (platonic ones are platonically in love with you) and it made Butch's blood boil. Why couldn't you be satisfied with just being a patron? Why did Shopkeeper look at you that way? Butch had a crush on Shopkeeper for saving him from his horrible life yet never had the courage to approach them. He saw the looks Shopkeeper gave you and it made him angry. He was going to confront you when he saw the scene with Donut occur. He saw the look of fear and worry on your face as you carried Donut gently to your apartment. He saw how you treated Cocoa and the twins as well as Matcha. You didn't have anything to get out of this so why do it?

His answer was given the night an old competitor from the fighting ring came at him with the intention to kill. He managed to kill the guy before he was killed but he was severely injured. He heard footsteps approach him head and he looked up to see you. You kept him awake long enough for the paramedics to arrive and take him to the hospital. The look of worry in your eyes is genuine and your smile of relief reminds him of the smile that Shopkeeper gave him that day they saved him (he's got a thing for nonbinary baddies). Your smile however was less calculated and more genuine.

Badump

Badump

Butch is the last to go yandere because Butch feels guilty. Guilty for hating you when you showed him nothing but kindness, guilty for betraying Shopkeeper like that and guilty for wanting to lock you away where no one but himself can see you. He is one overprotective and loyal pooch, who will protect you until his final breath. Good people don't deserve to face the cruelties a monster like him faced.

The most likely to be poly with you and Shopkeeper as he still holds feelings for Shopkeeper and they're both obsessed with you. You won't want for anything as he holds you in his muscular arms with his head buried in your neck to muffle the sobs.

"Please forgive me for being selfish, you're the only good thing I've got."

*Baba is the gender-neutral affectionate term for parent like mama and papa.

Sorry if it's bad towards the end, I rushed towards Cappuccino and Butch. Please feel free to request scenarios for the new ocs I dropped. ONLY PLATONIC FOR COCOA AND THE TWINS BUT EITHER ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

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DIFFERENT AS BLACK AND WHITE - JYH (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from anon

Thank you so much for the request 💕 This was so much fun to write, but damn it took me so long and I'm so sorry! I tried my best to make this bold cat black reader, but you guys let me know your thoughts!

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You couldn’t blame the shock on anyone’s face whenever you and Yunho went out together in a friendly manner, even though it pains you to say it out loud. But it doesn’t mean it wasn’t annoying to notice it for the 150th time, someone whispering about the two of you behind your back in a restaurant nearby your office.

You took another deep breath as you played with the chains of your bag on your lap, a simple way to relieve stress that Yunho wouldn’t notice and wouldn’t ask about it.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, you noticed his beautiful smile turn into a slight frown. “You’re pouting”.

There’s no way in hell that you are pouting, so you could only look at Yunho with the utmost outraged expression you could muster, but these days, it wasn’t much. That stupid motherfucker knows he makes you smile with a snap of his fingers.

“I’m not”.

“Oh really? So you are not looking like a pouty puppy right now for a reason you don’t want to tell me”.

“I’ll let slide the fact that you just called me puppy, what do you want to order?”, you held up the menu as you tried your hardest to keep yourself together.

He always knows somehow, but never pushes you more than you want to tell him. In his mind, someday you would open up to it, but that’s where he is wrong. You rather die than let your secret off your heart.

“You’re doing that again”, Yunho whined as he pushed the menu in your hands down.

You were surprised just as much as he was. That wasn’t thought through at all. Now, he was the one pouting, and you didn’t want anything else besides kissing it away, but you couldn’t, could you? You were paralyzed by the scene in front of you.

Yunho was mesmerizing without knowing. The way his blonde hair moved ever so slightly by the slow wind coming from the nearby windows, how his eyes would become little lines when he laughed and his ears would turn red as he lowered his head anytime you complement him.

He was so beautiful, and you were so frustrated that he would never think the same of you.

“Excuse me”, that same sweet voice that whispered how cute Yunho was behind you, sounded confident now. She stood beside your table, a nice smile on her face as she focused solely on him.

Fuck me, why does she have to be soo his type too?

Her good girl style matched perfectly with his husband material style. The epitome of the perfect girl for Yunho, which you always knew it wasn’t you. Sometimes you wondered if you just changed a little… then you remembered who you are and how you’d never do that, not even for him.

You wanted to throw yourself off the window as Yunho gave her a perfect polite smile, which was what a nice reasonable person would do, but you stopped caring about reasonable for a long time.

“I was just wondering… are you two on a date right now?”, she barely looked at you while saying that. “I don’t want to bother, if you are”.

“Yes, we are, so you can go back to whisper behind our back”.

It was a tough competition between who was more surprised, Yunho or the girl, yet you remained as calm and collected as you were, staring straight at her. Her smile fell so fast, her demeanor changing as quick as her confidence left her body.

It was a pleasing sight to watch, you couldn’t lie to yourself. Maybe if she wasn’t as dismissive of you, you could feel empathy and regret, but that was far from the case.

Yunho held in the waves of emotions going through him as the girl focused back on him, to confirm what you just said, in hopes maybe he would like her more somehow.

“I think your friends are calling for you”, Yunho said as he looked from the girl to the others behind your table.

She didn’t need another sign to excuse herself.

Yunho never stared at you with this much intensity, he wasn’t smiling. Your own confidence and poker face begin to slip up as you waited for him to say something, anything, even laugh at the scene that just unfolded.

Even if everything goes down hill with Yunho now, she also doesn’t get to be with him.

It’s a selfish thought, but it’s one that brings a tiny bit of comfort to your heart as you heard them all leave the restaurant.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His question made you want to scream. There was so much you never said, so much you didn’t want to say still, what does he know now? That you’re jealous of him? That you like him? That maybe you’ve been into him for some time? Then he doesn’t know anything at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me that people whispering about us bothered you?”

He wasn’t asking the right question and he knew it. But now you know that he heard it too, that he notices every time it happened too, and still never said anything about it.

Your eyes fell to the menu in your hands. You could barely think, but he was waiting for a real answer.

“It doesn’t”, you heard the scoff leaving his mouth. “It didn’t-”, you correct yourself. “It didn’t, but these people need a lesson to mind their own business, don’t you think?”, you looked up at him again, the walls around you raising again.

“I do”, he leaned on the chair, a smirk growing on his face. “So, we’re dating now?”

“Fine, tease me about this as much as you want”, you smiled to yourself, not a happy one, no, but a content enough smile. “It must be fun for you to have that much attention”, you didn’t want to sound bitter, but you were.

“But I only want your attention”. He didn’t even hesitate to say that. His eyes looking for yours, but you still refused to look him in the eyes. “Hey-”, his hand grabbed yours and held it into his as you let go of the menu. “Don’t you believe me?”

He leaned in, his face tilted to the side as he watched your every move. You felt burning hot with all of his attention on you, specially like this, like your answer, like you, could make his night or ruin it.

“Of course I believe you, but that doesn’t make a difference at the end of the day be-”, you looked up at him.

“Because you act like you don’t like me even if you do”, he interrupted you.

You both went silent, trying to decipher each other’s reactions.

“You only figured that out now?”.

Once again, you caught him off guard. Yunho expected at least a shy smile from you, but he was the one blushing. The thought of you liking him for a long time made his heart flutter.

“Are you going to show me how much you like you me now?”, he wet his lips, catching your attention to it.

That shut you up, and he smiled wide, clearly satisfied with himself.

“Since when did you get that bold?”, you couldn’t resist the urge to smile yourself.

“Oh, you know perfectly who did this to me, don’t even pretend like it wasn’t you”.

You kept the act, even thought you knew it was true. You never let Yunho’s parents dream about it, but you were the bad influence between the two of you since you two met, all of those years ago.

Then, you gestured for him to come closer to you, and he did in such a naive innocence, that almost made you feel bad about the things you said next.

“What about we go to your house, so I show you all the things I still want to do to you, hm?”

You left the restaurant with a clearly embarrassed, distraught and hurried Yunho pulling you to his car. You both didn’t have much time of your lunch break, but that didn’t mean Yunho wouldn’t use every single second of it to his advantage.

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𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚌'𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠

Title: Quatervois Author: @dodgerbear84 (Ao3)

Rating: Explicit Series: N/A

Chapters: 8/8 Word Count: 51.5k

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Used

Favorite Character: Two lovely side characters; a bartender named Cam & Mickey’s friend Kenny. And of course our boys.

Least Favorite Character: I didn’t have any characters in particular that I disliked, but Gracie’s mom?? iykyk

Ao3 Summary: “Quatervois (Qua-ter-vwa): A crossroads; a critical decision or turning point in one’s life.

Closeted soldier Mickey meets farmer Ian in a bar when on leave from his base in the Deep South and discovers that making the leap toward happiness isn't as tough when you have someone on your side.”

Review: This fic actually blew me away. The writing style is extremely cinematic and had me convinced I actually just watched a movie instead of reading a book. I could vividly picture Ian’s farm, their facial expressions, the bar, the creek—everything. I felt like I was there watching it in person.

Mickey and Ian’s build up in this fic is beautiful. Their flirtation is both cute and sexy while also having hints of pining and being slight idiots. Mickey falling for Ian in this fic is a favorite of mine because it’s so obvious how much they want one another but have things that are keeping them apart.

This fic really has it all. There’s spice, there’s banter, theres fluff, there’s lust and longing and perfect comedic timing! It’s all around a beautiful fic that has made its way to my personal downloads because I will be re-reading it!

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Favorite Moment: So, I’m a sucker for the moments in a story that just rip your heart out and absolutely stomp on it in front of you, so, I would say my favorite part is when Mickey is leaving the state, getting ready to deploy and he and Ian are saying good-bye…

“Don’t think about what you’re leaving behind. Think about the bright future ahead of you. Promise me you won’t dwell on us saying goodbye.” Mickey’s heart clenched tightly in his chest. “I promise.”

Equally favorite moment is their first meeting, it’s so tense and Ian’s so nice and Mickey is gay panicking and ends up being an asshole

“I wasn’t asking to be your friend. I was just being friendly. Big difference. Sorry to have offended” Mickey watched as Ian headed back to his corner and felt irrational anger bubble up inside him. “What? You’re not gonna thank me for my service?” Ian laughed loudly and hollowly, turning to face Mickey and lifting the hem of his black shirt up to his chin. Mickey gaped at the display of rock hard abs and firm pectoral muscles. It lasted a moment before he spotted the livid red skin of severe but well healed burns covering the left side of Ian’s body from waist to armpit. “You gonna thank me for mine? Didn’t think so. Drink your beer, soldier, I won’t bother you again.”

Honorable mentions, their first kiss, Mickey visiting the creek, the conversation about Ian’s bed (iykyk), still obsessing over their reunion, the waterfall scene (!!) and so so many other good moments in this one!!

Favorite quote(s):

“Anything happens to Ian and you’ll have this whole bar looking for you.”

“You totally fed it.” “The fuck you on about?” “The stray cat. You fed it. You make out like you’re this tough badass but you have a caring side”

“I just… I ain’t ever… this is all… wow fuck. Kiss one guy and you use your grip on life.”

“There’s a sight I could never get tired of seeing.” Ian leered. “Me sweating my tits off while I try to stay fit enough to be a soldier even though I drink beer like water and smoke more than a funeral home chimney?”

“Nobody has ever touched me there.” Ian mumbled against Mickey’s mouth. “You’re beautiful.” Mickey had never said those words to anyone before.

“Then you came along. You, with your fucking attitude problem and killer smile.”

There were honestly so many moments in this fic that made me insanely happy and have stuck in my brain. It’s such a beautiful story. If you haven’t read it 10000/10 recommend, if you have read it? Go read it again!!!

Final thoughts: The plot was plotting. The spice was spicy. The romance was romancing. The chemistry was off the charts. I cried. I laughed. And everyone in the gym probably thought the lady on the treadmill was crazy cause I couldn’t stop grinning at my phone! Amazingly, beautiful, cinematic masterpiece!!

Thank you so much, DodgerBear, for blessing us with this fic!!

— Harley, Gallafics Reviews

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"Unusual Love" Mileena x reader

Can you do Mileena x Reader? I was thinking MK1 Mileena. Where Reader is a half human and half cat. And she only has cat ears and a tail. Mileena saw her and she was surprised.

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA I LOVE ITTTTT! I love writing for Mileena she's literally my wife. This is for MK1 Mileena! Reader is gender neutral and this goes from a friendship to a romantic relationship :) I kinda picture her being like 😮 This was requested by @twinklestarslight

Character: Mileena, Tanya(Mentioned) Kitana(Mentioned)

Triggers: None, lmk if I missed any

Requested: Yes

🔓Requests are open🔓

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The soft clicks of heels fill the area as a figure strolls through the lush gardens of her palace, a woman wearing beautiful pink clothes with black and silver accents. Her gentle features watch the plants around her until her path unexpectedly crosses with you, an extraordinary individual with cat ears and a tail. Mileena's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity as she approached you.

"Your presence is as unique as your appearance," she said with a warm and friendly smile. "I've never met someone quite like you. What brings you to our realm?" she asked, never before seeing someone like you before.

You blushed, feeling slightly out of place but warmed by Mileena's welcoming demeanor. "I was exploring, and, well, I got a little lost... I didn't mean to intrude." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Mileena reassured you, "You're not intruding at all. I'm Mileena, the Empress of Outworld. But titles aside, I believe in understanding and friendship. What's your name?"

"S/O"

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself growing closer to Empress Mileena. The palace, once an imposing and intimidating structure, had transformed into a place of warmth and friendship. Mileena was a delightful companion, welcoming you to stay with her. Giving you a safe place to stay within Outworld.

One afternoon, Mileena introduced you to the palace's grand library, an ancient and vast collection of knowledge from countless realms. The two of you spent hours there, reading and discussing the wonders of the different realms. Mileena's insatiable curiosity was infectious, and you both found common ground in your thirst for knowledge.

In the evenings, you would often explore the same gardens the two of you met in, where the colorful flowers seemed to bloom brighter in Mileena's presence. The palace's chefs prepared sumptuous feasts, introducing you to the exotic flavors of Outworld.

Mileena's family, Tanya and Kitana, were just as welcoming as she was. Tanya, in particular, showed a deep respect and affection for Mileena. When it came to you and your care she treated you no differently, at least after she knew you and Mileena were actually friends. Especially after Mileena told you about her condition with Tarkat. Eventually, the relationship between the two of you became a source of joy and comfort, and you soon realized that you shared more than just friendship.

One starry night, while sitting in the palace's garden, Mileena looked at the stars and whispered, "I never imagined I could find such happiness and connection in my role as Empress. You've brought light and laughter into my life, and I am truly grateful."

You smiled and replied, "Empress Mileena, you've shown me a world of kindness and beauty that I never expected to find. Our bond means everything to me."

Under the canopy of stars, your connection with Empress Mileena grew deeper with each passing day. The gardens, once silent, now whispered the secrets of your blossoming romance. Mileena's laughter became music, and her eyes sparkled like the brightest constellations.

With a tender smile, Mileena drew you closer and leaned in, her lips gently meeting yours in a sweet, romantic kiss. The world around you seemed to fade as the two of you embraced the magic of the moment, sharing a love that transcended the boundaries of realms and time.

Essenceeater © 2023 ┃ do not copy, modify, steal, or repost ANY of my content.

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Furry Little Friend (Adult!Benny Weir X Adult!Reader)

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Summary: After moving in together, you feel like there’s something missing in your and Benny’s lives. Luckily, a solution pops up right at your window.

A/N: warning for one suggestive moment and that’s it

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“I think that was the last box.” You say, looking at the bookshelf you just filled with your and Benny’s books and trinkets. You looked around quickly, not seeing your boyfriend. “Benny!”

Your shout drew Benny out of the room you designated as your office/gaming room. While you were working on the living room, he was in charge of setting up your desks and PCs. “Huh?” He lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, clearly about as worn out as you from unpacking.

“What do you think of the bookshelf?” You asked, gesturing to the structure in front of you. It was filled with pictures of the two of you and your friends, some of Benny’s spellbooks, crystals and rocks you’ve been collecting for the past few years, and some other miscellaneous items. “It’s not too crowded, right?”

“I think it’s perfect,” Benny reassured you, bending down to kiss your cheek.

“Thank god, because I’m too tired to rearrange it right now.” You both laughed, looking around your new apartment. “I can’t believe we have our own apartment.” Benny made a murmur of agreement, nuzzling into your neck. Your eyes darted around, something suddenly nagging at you. “It feels like something’s missing…”

“What is?” Your boyfriend asked, slightly tickling you with his lips. He lifted his head momentarily. “We brought all the boxes in, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, everything’s here, but…” You trailed off, soon sighing. “Whatever. The apartment’s fully unpacked; that’s all that matters.”

Benny started kissing up to your ear. “You know what else is fully unpacked?” He whispered to you. You gave a confused look, and he raised his eyebrows. “Our bed. And…” You suddenly became very aware of something hard pressing into your backside. “I have something that’s waiting to be taken out.”

You looked at each other. Suddenly, all exhaustion left your bodies as Benny chased you into your new bedroom, both of you laughing and squealing all the way down the hall.

***

A week later, you were working from home in your office, and you still couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, though. You weren’t missing anything from the move. You even tried rearranging some things in the apartment to see if that would fix your little problem. Of course, it didn’t.

Benny kept trying to reassure you that it was nothing, that it was just you adjusting to a new environment. But you thought if that was the case, the feeling would be gone after a week. Of course, it wasn’t.

After sending another email, you decided to take a quick coffee break. Sluggishly, you moved to the kitchen and turned on your coffeemaker, setting your favorite mug underneath the dispenser. 

Suddenly, you started to hear a faint scratching noise. You looked around, but shrugged it off after not finding a source. 

Then it happened again while your coffee was pouring. “What the hell…” You muttered to yourself, moving around the seemingly empty apartment. As you got closer to your little porch balcony, you jumped in surprise.

Outside the door, clawing at the glass, was a skinny black cat. It looked like it was about a year old, but not fed much. When you made eye contact, the little cat started to meow, its voice slightly muffled by your glass doors.

“Hey, little guy.” You cooed, unable to stop yourself from sliding the door open. It chirped at you before slowly entering the apartment. “What are you doing here?” You reached down to pet it, and were a bit surprised that the cat quickly started purring at your touch and flopping onto its back for more scratches.

You observed the cat carefully while you played with it. It didn’t have a collar, but it was very friendly. Whenever you tried taking your hand away, it would either chase after you or try to grab at you with its little paws.

Remembering that you would have to get back to work soon, you closed the porch door and pulled out your phone. You scrolled through your contacts, debating for a second on who to call. “Hey, Sarah! Are you busy right now?”

“Not really. Why, what’s up?”

***

Later that night, Benny came home with takeout. “Babe! I brought dinner.”

He waited for an answer but never got one. Benny just shrugged, setting the food on the kitchen counter and flopping onto the couch. He knew you were home; he saw your car in the parking garage. You must’ve just been doing a last-minute work thing or something. 

With all the tiredness of the day, and frankly this week, catching up to him, Benny was slowly drifting off.

“Oof!” 

Benny’s eyes shot open, only to stare into a pair of eyes that did not belong to you. Or any person for that matter. The black cat started sniffing his face. “Y/n!”

“What’s up?” You came into the living room, smiling at the scene in front of you. 

“Who’s this?” Your boyfriend asked, pointing to the cat, who started purring and curling up on his chest.

“You know how I’ve been feeling like we were missing something here?” He nodded, watching you sit on the floor next to him to pet the cat. “Well, I found it. Literally appeared at the door.”

“So…” Benny trailed off, his tired brain trying to wrap around what was happening. “We have a cat now?”

“Yup!” As he looked at you, Benny realized he couldn’t argue with this decision, even if he wanted to. Not when you looked so happy. “Her name is Salem, Sarah came over with a bunch of cat stuff for me, and she has a vet appointment next week.”

Benny couldn’t help but snort. “Salem? You named the cat Salem?”

You shrugged. “She’s a black cat. You’re a wizard. I thought it was fitting.”

Benny nodded. It made sense, but it just felt a little stereotypical. But when he looked down at the purring cat on his chest, Benny decided the name fit perfectly.

“I’m hungry.” Benny sighed. “But I don’t wanna get up.”

You giggled, getting up from the floor. You went to the kitchen to serve dinner, leaving Benny to pet little Salem.

***

Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy

[bambiiboop]

I’m not a religious person, at all. While I think religious beliefs are beautiful, they’re not for me, not really. But I AM superstitious.

I lost my beautiful kitty, Charlie, seven weeks ago today. The day after he passed, my husband called me and said he would be late home from work because he’d caught an injured stray dumpster diving out the back & was going to drop him to a vet clinic.

No chip, no tattoos, no sign of being owned at all. The clinic staff basically told my husband in no uncertain terms to get lost and take the stray with him.

Apologising profusely to me, he didn’t know what to do. He knew I wasn’t in any state to have a new cat in the house. But here’s the thing. I’ve worked in cat rescue for almost six years; helping an animal in need is second nature to me, even over riding grief.

“Bring him here.” I said. “I’ll call the rescue boss and we’ll see what we can do.”

The rescue we work with is small. Like, there are less than one hundred of us spread across the state, including admin and transport who don’t foster. We don’t have a physical shelter.

And we’re at capacity, but what can we do? He’s injured, and we aren’t the sort of people to put an injured yet friendly stray back where we found him, especially when the locals say he was being used as dog bait.

My husband brings a crate into our spare room.

“I don’t want it.” I say, then feel like a jerk, but it’s been thirty hours since Charlie and I don’t want another cat in my house. But this guy needs me, so I dial the rescue boss.

“There’s a cat in my house.”

“Uh…” we both know she’s trying not to state the miserable obvious.

“The cat I was messaging you about that my husband found. The vet told him to get lost so now there’s a cat in my house.”

“Okay. Is he feral?”

I unzip the crate and the scrawniest, grumpiest looking black cat stares back at me, blinking huge green eyes. His back leg is dragging. Stupidly, I offer a hand. He sniffs. Not feral.

“Not feral.”

The unnamed cat slinks under my dresser and sprawls out while I set up a cage for him.

“Cool. He’s your problem now.”

“My problem?”

“Yep. I’ll book him a vet trip in the morning. I know you don’t want him, but we don’t have anyone else who can take him. You need a win right now. Hopefully he’s a quick in and out, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“Don’t get attached.”

“Yeah, fat chance. I never want another cat.”

And I didn’t. The idea of going to the shelter and picking out a new cat repulses me. We went to just look a couple of weeks ago and it felt wrong. I realised that no matter how much time passes - a month, a year, ten years, I’m never going to be able to pick out another cat, I’m never going to be able to choose a cat. It feels too much like replacing.

I originally named the stray Tairn, because I’d been reading Fourth Wing and liked the name - black dragon, black cat - it works.

I took him for his original scans at the vet and they said it was an old injury. To give him time. Okay, can do. As I drove him there he escaped his cage and lounged on the back seat of my car. Jerk.

That night I put him in his cage and he fell asleep in a startlingly familiar way; the same way Charlie used to sleep when I first rescued him. Both boys had injuries to their rear right legs.

Both boys slept cradling their injured legs. I snapped a picture and put them side by side.

A week later we got Charlie’s ashes back, and when I put his urn on the shelf I’d set up for it, Tairn hopped up beside him and curled up around his urn.

I shooed him away and told him I didn’t want him, but the coincidences and similarities were starting to spook me a bit.

For weeks and weeks and weeks I told myself I didn’t want him. Right up until we went to the specialist vet for a second opinion on his leg. Right up until they told me they needed to amputate. Right up until I drove to pick him up on December 30th.

I was absolutely adamant I did not want this injured, cheeky cat who had never known love before. That I would rehome him because he wasn’t mine.

I made the mistake of renaming him, giving him the name I would give him if he was my cat - Ezra, after my favourite Pedro character, because he’s also missing a limb. But still I was adamant I didn’t want him.

Right up until that night, when we came home from dinner and he was sitting in the window, waiting for us, seemingly unbothered about missing a leg, just waiting for us instead. Like he belonged there. And I felt this?? Rush of relief. Like that’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

He started coughing from his surgery and I panicked, and that’s when I knew I was screwed.

I have Charlie’s paw print tattooed on my hand. Ezra sometimes puts his paw over it, holding onto my hand so he can lick.

He’s started purring, and sleeping on my bed. And I… have decided to let myself love him. Because I think, given all the signs, that’s what Charlie would want.

Because I’ve been so adamant about NOT wanting him, about NOT choosing him, but he’s stubborn and he’s chosen me anyway. and maybe, just maybe, this is how I can heal. With a cat I Didn’t Want, but love unconditionally regardless.

[practically-an-x-man]

Prompt:

"Where the fuck did all these kittens come from?"

Haha alright, I think I can see where this one's going... Ophelia, guest appearance by Siv

____ Amadeus

Word Count: 1.2k Content Warnings: swearing I guess? ____

Ophelia pushed through the door separating her lab from her apartment... and nearly tripped over an animal in the doorway. Her body jolted with surprise, and she managed an awkward half-hop to keep from stepping on the creature.

At first, she thought it was a rat. It was rat-sized, and a ratlike blackish-gray, and had a rat's long, thin tail....

And then her brain caught up, and she realized it wasn't a rat. It was a hairless cat, a hairless kitten, for some reason traversing the hallway with stumbling, too-wide steps. Confused, she scooped it up and held it against her chest.

"Peter?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the floor as she moved further into the apartment. She didn't want to step on any more defenseless animals. "Hey, why's there a cat in our-"

She reached the living room and froze.

"Where the fuck did all these kittens come from?"

Counting the one in her hands, there were five. Peter was sitting on the floor, managing to distract two of them with a piece of string. One of them had lost interest and was wandering the room with clumsy steps, and the last was attempting to wriggle its way under the coffee table. Ophelia promptly rerouted that one.

"Oh, uh, someone rang the doorbell. They were in this basket." Peter said, gesturing to a fabric-lined picnic basket near the door.

"Why are they in our apartment?" she asked, settling the last writhing kitten on the floor before it could decide it wanted to bite her.

"Well, I wasn't just going to leave them," he argued, "Figure at least we could see if anyone wants them before we take them to the animal shelter."

"Did you see who dropped them off?"

"No. They were gone too fast. There was, like... lightning."

"Lightning?" Ophelia glanced out the window. Cloudless skies. And she hadn't heard any rain or thunder - she could get hyperfocused on her work, yes, enough that she'd missed the sound of the doorbell, but she would've noticed lightning. Especially after the way she'd been pulled from her original life.

"Not the weather. Like superpowers." Peter explained, following her eyes to the window. One of the kittens lunged for the string, and he winced as tiny claws caught his skin.

"Hm." Ophelia replied, glancing from the basket to the clowder of kittens sprawled across her living room. "I thought you were allergic to cats."

"Not these guys. They don't have fur." he replied, jerking the string to make the kittens pounce. One took a tumble upon landing, legs going every direction in a tangle of limbs. Peter laughed. "I like that one. He's kinda clumsy. I'm gonna call him Amadeus."

Ophelia took a second glance at the cat. He'd picked himself up from the floor and was making a second, renewed pass at the length of string. He didn't have much more luck this time around. The kitten looked like one big, wobbly wrinkle... but almost in a cute way.

"No- don't name him, you're gonna get attached to him." she muttered, "And this place is really not... cat-friendly. Plus, my dad's allergic too, and he's just downstairs."

"They still don't have fur." Peter pointed out, then scooped up the kitten and held him out to her, "C'mon, Ol's, isn't he cute?"

"We need to take them to a shelter." Ophelia sighed, fishing in her pocket for her phone. She had a feeling she knew who was responsible for all this. "Give me ten minutes."

She ducked back down the hall and into her lab, waving a cursory hand at her actuators as she swiped through her phone. Even just a brief glance at her text history confirmed her suspicions. She'd been sent a picture of a black sphynx kitten - that looked damn near identical to the one Peter had started calling Amadeus - from an unknown number less than a week ago.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and dialed the number.

"Siv Thawne, what the fuck?"

"You said it was cute!" the other woman replied, not sparing so much as a moment to wonder who was at the phone.

"Cute does not mean give me five kittens!" Ophelia huffed, pacing her lab with a hand on her hip, "What makes you think I'm equipped for one cat, let alone five?"

"Hey, I've got number six!" Siv fired back, and then their voice softened slightly, "Her name's Delilah. Have you named yours yet?"

"I'm not naming them. We're taking them to a shelter. I'm telling you, we're not prepared to own a cat, especially not one as high-maintenance as a sphynx. They're prone to skin problems, poor temperature regulation... half these kittens at least probably have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy..."

"See, look, you already know how to take care of them." Siv drawled, "Perfect."

"Sivonne. I cannot adopt a cat right now. I most certainly cannot adopt five cats right now." Ophelia said, "I thought you were texting me about... the other thing."

"Oh, I was. Still need a hand with that." they replied, "But I found these kittens and figured..."

"What, that you could just drop 'em off and it would all be fine?"

"Kind of."

"Come pick them up. Find someone else to watch them."

"You don't even want to adopt one?" Siv asked, "You need a pet that's not robotic. And I thought you'd like the little wiggly one. Clearly you're into goofy things."

"Clearly?"

"Well, if the guy who answered the door was any indication."

Ophelia tilted her head at that. Yeah... she had a point. Peter was a pretty goofy guy. She ran a hand over her face.

"I will... consider it." she finally relented, "But you need to come pick the others up right now."

"Thirty minutes."

"Now."

"Ugh, fine."

Siv promptly hung up, and Ophelia tucked the phone back into her pocket. She ran a hand over her face with a sigh, then pushed back through the door to her apartment.

"I've got someone coming to pick them up." she said, already scooping up the kittens that had begun to wander too far. Peter gave her a look of exaggerated disappointment, then pointedly tilted his chin down at himself. Amadeus was apparently sacked out from the exhausting task of catching the string, and was curled up in Peter's arms.

"Look at him, Ol's."

The doorbell rang almost as soon as he'd finished his sentence. Peter's dejected look only grew, and he glanced from her back down to the kitten.

"That'll be Siv." Ophelia said, setting the rest of the kittens back in their basket. Peter tightened his grip on the last one, just a little. Ophelia pressed her lips together. The doorbell rang again, more incessantly, but she didn't move. Finally she sighed.

"I need you to run down to the pet store on the corner and pick up some cat stuff."

Peter's face brightened so suddenly it felt like the whole room got a few shades lighter. It was almost as cute as the sleeping kitten in his arms.

"So we can-"

"We can hold onto Amadeus," she agreed, "For a little while."

[mrschwartz]

so on halloween when i was dressed as coraline, and my friend and i were outside taking pictures of each other in our costumes, a very friendly black cat walked up to us out of nowhere and made my costume a thousand times better

[katoktm8]

GEORGE W BUSH

Today we left the capital city of Tirana and headed north into the Albanian Alps. We laughed in Tirana when we crossed George W Bush Avenue and saw a George W, Bush building. But did not think much of it. On to Krujë, a city in the mountains. Well we thought it was a village. But it was actually a big city. People have said we had to go because of the old bazaar that fills the streets and the castle at the top. I think we stayed in the city for maybe 15 minutes before deciding it was all just Chinese tourist trinkets, and a museum. There were some ruins from the castle, but not enough to warrant the mountainous drive to get there. I did find a hidden communist era playground in some weeds that we were able to relax at for a minute. The most interesting thing was all the black Mercedes that lined the street as we were walking back down from the castle. Then we noticed a lot of men in black suits standing around. I went up to one man and asked if there was someone important at the castle and he acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about so down the hill and I asked another man and he turned his head. Caroline said we are not supposed to know who is here. Anyway, later in the night we found out that most of Albania is run by high-ranking mafia mobs so we figured that was probably a mafia boss visiting the castle. There were probably 15 black Mercedes and a couple dozen men standing lining the streets as we walked through. A bit intimidating. I was hoping it was the Prime Minister or the president. Oh and also the George W. Bush bakery. So of course by now we are obsessed with why George W. Bush is so important in Albania

We then drove on to our mountain village of Shkoder. We were picturing a quaint village up in the mountains with many hikes, waterfalls, and pristine natural land. What we came to was a very large city, not in the mountains. It is more like a waypoint from which you get shuttles up into the mountains or down into the lakes or whatever. Our hotel was nestled in the heart of the city. It looks like it could be a mountain village. It is over 300 years old and the owners decided to keep it as it was when purchased from family, traditional Albanian. It is filled with antiques, the kitchen food is cooked over a fire, the hotel itself is absolutely fabulous. We had a quick lunch, clay pot of hot feta cheese, pita bread, And a delicious salad of tomatoes and cucumbers. We were so disappointed with the city. We thought we were going to have the worst day, but we put on our shoes and decided to walk the town. We chose to walk to Shkoder lake, which was about 3 1/2 miles away. It was in the 90s and we thought we would rent paddle boards. This lake is the border between Albania and Macedonia. Walked through a gypsy encampment area and saw 100s of well not hundreds, but a lot of stray dogs along the way and back. They were all so friendly and we were thrilled to give them whatever survival food we had in our backpacks. Lots of tail wagging and us petting every dog we could find. And some cats too. It seems each dog or group of dog friends have a certain territory and they walk along with us until they reach the end of their territory and then they stop and wave goodbye. And then the next dogs greet us. Be sure to notice the photo of the stupid man holding his baby down into the face of the stray dogs Photos Photos

We got back to the hotel around 7 PM and as we were walking through the restaurant area to go to our room, we were poking our nose in everyone’s plates to see what they ordered. One lady said to us oh, you have to try the pickled cabbage. And this, led to three hours of eating and drinking with a woman who was in her 40s from Albania and her husband who is from Texas. They are here visiting her family and friends for a month. Dinner was the most delicious grilled vegetables I may have ever had, pickled cabbage with pickles, bread, and goat meat all cooked over the fire!.

Her dad, who died when he was 83, was a famous archaeologist. Of course this set me off because my dream is always to be an archaeologist. He discovered the tomb of Skanderbag who helped overthrow the Ottomans way back in early history. “The father of Albanian Archeology” Frano Prendi (Google him) when communism was in full force, he was then forced to be part of the communist state. They needed him to make Albania look good, but he was a subversive. He was actually sent to Paris at one time, but he had three people watching over him at all times to make sure he did not do anything wrong. At one point when he returned, someone asked him what Paris was like, and he said even the rain felt free, and he was almost executed for spreading propaganda. She also talked about being a child and growing up under communist rule. Each family was given a coupon for 1 pound of meat a week. She said her favorite thing was to stand in line with her mom for hours waiting to get their 1 pound of meat. They also had to scratch the walls of their house to eat the plaster dust because it contains calcium. She was 8, dictator Enver Hoxha, died and she was 15 when communism ended. After communism ended, the country turned Civil War overrun by gangs and mafia. It was easy for young girls to get kidnapped by the mafia and never seen again. Because her father was so well-known, a French Count came and said he was going to take her to school in France. But in reality at 17 he forced her into marriage and she lived in a castle in France for seven or eight years until she could escape him. As you can imagine, the story goes on and off through a few bottles of wine. And my endless questioning. Tammy, if you are reading this, you are correct, still run by the mafia.

So apparently, at one point, the Serbian people were ethnically cleansing Kosovo of Albanians and America stepped in and completed some airstrikes on them. They were so thankful for this that they love Americans. Hence the reason only Americans can get a one year visa to Albania. But a few years later, after he was president, George W. Bush visited northern Albania. He was the first president to visit Albania after the fall of communism. They were so happy that he was there that now he has even a huge statue erected of him in one of the mountain villages. Therefore so many things are named George W Bush. 😂

To bed way too late for 5 AM wake up to take a tour.

[potato-jem]

hello nero my beloved soulmate!! <33

i’m back and i am already suffering from severe PHD (post holiday depression, i decided it is a thing). my friend left last night and i hate this. it’s so unfair that we live in two different countries and we can’t see each other as much as we would like to. i’ll probably see her soon, i should have another week off in august and we were talking about me visiting her this time so hopefully i’ll be able to go.

anyway, on to the trip!! it was so cool!! i mean the first week we stayed in tuscany, we went around florence and a few other cities around here, and we got tattoos!!! i told you about this already but they are so cute!!! our little irish dinosaurs (they’re irish because we met in ireland <3 they’re named saoirse and niamh).

then for the second week we went to rome!! oh it was so nice!! we found the perfect weather. it was always sunny and warm enough to go around in shorts, but never too hot not to be able to explore. we went for the usual places: the colosseum, the pantheon, the squares and fountains, all that. but also we accidentally found ourselves into the roman forums and they were amazing!! i’d never been in them, only seen them from above, but they are so big, you can see a whole city. but the highlight was ostia antica. it was this archeological site near rome and it’s so quiet because not may people know it. it’s an 84 acres site where you can literally walk into houses and shops and temples and theaters from the roman period. and it’s amazing because usually rome is very protected, like there are fences and barriers everywhere, you can’t get too close to a lot of stuff, but in ostia antica we could literally touch the ruins, walk through them and find our way back in a maze of doors and corridors. it was so cool!!! also that’s where i found the cats!! they were so cute and friendly 🥺

last thing before i close this letter. the food!!! oh the food. we found this little restaurant on the very first night, which was actually so close to the trevi fountain, and it was so cheap and good (very rare combination to find in the middle of rome). they had some of the best spaghetti i’ve ever tried. also we kept going back there in the next days so they recognized us and they were so nice because they offered us appetizers and wine and they always remembered that we liked to order three plates of pasta to share between the two of us. they were so nice!!

i really needed this trip. i needed to be off work for a few weeks and just disconnect from all the drama and stress. and the good food and wine helped a lot with that lol. but seriously i’m so happy, it was an amazing trip and it was so good to see my friend again after so long <3

but enough about me now!! how are you doing nero?? what have you been doing these last two weeks??

also, about our last letter, i am very happy that you are following my orders and planning a very relaxing trip :) you deserve to not even think about uni when you’re on a trip. and it’s gonna be so fun to dance to that kind of music!! can’t wait to hear all about that one!!

and i’m very happy you’re obsessed with me getting tattoos because this is turning into a sickness. i can’t stop now :’)

but here are my other two tatts!!! the little rainbow one is very simple but very personal. i’ve been waiting forever to get it and it looks perfect 🥺 (yayyy you can start booking stuff!!! that means tattoos coming soon!!!)

i’m enclosing a hug and a really big plate of cacio e pepe (a kind of spaghetti with cheese and black pepper) just because one can never have too much pasta <3333

hi cece my beloved soulmate!!!!

i believe phd (post holiday depression) is a thing, i get it every time. it’s sad that your friend has gone home, but think about august!!! that should be so fun!!!

i’ve seen pictures of tuscany and it’s so beautiful!! and yes tattoos!! the fact that they are irish dinosaurs named saoirse and niamh because you met in ireland is the cutest story behind a matching tattoo ever 🥺🥺

oh rome!!!! that weather sounds lovely, i’m glad it was around for the entire trip!! sounds like you got up to quite a lot!! i’m literally imagining you walking around and pointing out these little tourist attractions 🥺 but ostia antica sounds so beautiful. a whole 84 acres to explore and experience the ancient roman life?? i would go crazy in there, especially with all the cats!!

oh the food sounds incredible!!! it’s so amazing you found something good and cheap!!! but those people sound so nice 🥹🥹 i’m glad they also added to such a wonderful break you had! i feel like pasta now…

you definitely needed that trip!! just a refresh is sometimes all you need, and good food and wine are recommended to help relax by doctors actually 😌😌😌 but i’m so happy you got to see your friend after so long and i’m so glad that you enjoyed yourself!!!!

i’ve been doing alright!! i had my trip to sydney and my twice concert, and it was so much more fun than i thought it would be!!! so i took my best friend and a family friend of mine, and my manager from work came too, but we all booked our concert tickets together so it was me and my friends, my manager and her brother and his partner. (don’t even ask me how stressful buying six tickets was)

the japanese place opened up again, and we were staying somewhere even closer to it. we basically walked everywhere, because the train station is in the shopping centre next to the japanese place, and that was only ten minutes away. so i took my friends to eat more ramen than we could see and we shared a bottle of soju (my friends are lightweights and it was VERY funny to watch. i had to finish the bottle off though)

and then we did lots of activities on the tuesday before the concert and we went to that album shop and book shop again and i spent way too much money, cece’s orders 😌😌 i spent so much money in the album shop they gave me a free album and preorder benefit photocards (which are really rare!!) and i had to show my id in the book store because i bought a level one restricted novel (actually banned in my state, but my professors made me too curious), which was quite funny

the twice concert was so fun, literally everyone in the audience were dancing and singing, and i was gay panicking and it was wonderful! each of the members of twice also had a solo performance and they did so well! one of them, momo, had this dance where she HAD A POLE?!?!? AND SHE HAD NEVER POLE DANCED BEFORE?? she was so good, i will save your eardrums by not sending the video i took 😌

anyways, here’s the photo they posted at the end!! we are in the centre and slightly to the right <3 (i’m sure you’ll see me 😂😂)

and then we actually got the chance to go to the harbour bridge and the opera house, which are in the same place, so we didn’t waste too much time there! and then we went to this room of claw machines near the eateries and i managed to win two things!! (one of them i spent way too much money to grab out, but he looked so lonely and i had to get my son out 😭😭) and then we had gelato mochi, which my friend found. so they get a scoop of ice cream and wrap it with mochi! we all got two, because none of us can make a decision and it really was a good end to the trip 🥺

other than that, i am running a little behind on uni, but i decided to use some of my leave and take the week off work. i’m just going to smash out the essays i have due (and overdue) and i’ll probably be able to rest better during the big exam session 😌

i’ve been looking forward to seeing these two and you didn’t disappoint! the rainbow one is adorable and the font for the script on your ribs is beautiful!!! i think i might be addicted to your tattoo addiction 😂 (yay!!! i’m so excited!!)

i really wanted this cacio e pepe, all this talking of food made me hungry! i’m squeezing you back real tight and i’m giving you a bowl of ramen <3333333

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Octoberfair has returned to Clarksburg! Based on the German festival of a similar name, adults are invited to partake in food and beer sampling while the kids run around and play. Since this is an Americanized version of the event, naturally the events lean heavily on Halloween theming more than fall itself. Hence carnival attractions like The Haunted House, Down the Zombie, a FEARis Wheel, and of course the Creepy Corn Maze! It’s here we find Bumper and Xena, the two out to have fun as Crocie feeds on pumpkin-spiced funnel cake in the main tent. Bumper would’ve stayed with his fat friend for it not for Xena presenting her pal with a wager. Should he escape the corn maze before her, without the aid of any of his phantom powers, he may pick their Halloween costumes for this year. Having the perfect costumes in mind, Bumper accepted his alien friend’s terms, thinking this would be a piece of pumpkin pie. About a minute in was enough to prove the little ghoul wrong. He was constantly set upon by scare actors whenever he wasn’t lost in the paths of corn. Just as the floating marshmallow was about to throw in the towel, a rustling noise made its way through the stalks. His fear was immediately replaced by interest when the source of the noise turned out to be a black cat named Kiki. Like always, it didn’t take long for Bumper to befriend the feline, who led Bumper out of the maze. Xena followed close behind, congratulating her best buddy on a job well done. When asked how he did it, the ghost revealed he had some help. Yet when he turned to introduce Xena to Kiki, the cat was gone. What happened to her?

Who knows, cuz she’s not gonna be a recurring character. Sorry folks, the Samp Gang doesn’t need a pet. Their quota of mostly silent, largely adorable companions has already been met by the giggling lil’ ghouly himself. Adding a cat to the mix would just complicate things and draw attention away from our main four heroes. If I’m feeling nice I’ll have Kiki pop up in future Halloween pictures, but for now I just wanted to draw Bumper being friendly to a black cat. Personally I’ve always thought it was weird how they were associated with bad luck when they’re such adorable fuzzballs. Considering Crocie’s stories are about finding kindred spirits in the most peculiar places, I figured a black cat would fit the bill nicely. Of course I had to name it after one of my favorite cartoon witches, but I had trouble deciding on either Luz or Kiki. Only after I ran the names and sketch by my friend @the-pale-servant did I settle for Kiki. I hope you all enjoy her and this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[duskys-dreams]

My friend @morningdewflop had posted an adopt of a large brown-black cat with no eyes. There could be fire on his head and behind his eyes to symbolize his power. Everyone was interested, but I really wanted to get him. So, I started writing a story for him.

An angular white wolf, Okami Amaterasu, came to fetch Blazesight, the cat. She led him down a long slushy path and told him that he needed to see what was at the end. The wolf said that she had been doing her best, but it was no longer enough.

When they reached the end, they met a wizard at an altar who gestured at the sky. The sun was high, and the moon was… flying around? It turns out that the moon was about to be completely destroyed, and that would wipe out all life on earth. The planet was already starting to collapse. They had to stop it, but how?

The wizard offered a solution. If they brought the Chosen One to this altar, they might be able to reverse the damage and save the planet. The issue was finding them and getting them here. The wolf stayed to guard the altar while the wizard and Blazesight left to find their only hope.

They came into the town and saw the moon in the sky, zooming across way too quickly. A reminder of how dire this quest was. They tried to cross the street, but none of the cars were stopping for them at the crosswalk, even with the red light. Eventually they decided to just book it and entered the nearby house.

It turned out to be a sort of zoo inside a house. I took a liking to the green parrot that would sometimes repeat what I said, and has this silly little expression where his break would hang open and he would stare at me.

At one point, the parrot opened the cage and stole a leaf frond (saying “leaf frond” while he did so, the most complicated word he’s said) and I went to fetch the worker. She said that the tiny grey cockatiel was allowed to slip through the bars, but I pointed at the green parrot. That one was not supposed to be out here. She apologized and picked up the parrot, moving him to a different, more secure cage.

We considered taking that parrot for the quest, maybe giving him a white feather to balance out the colour palette, but our musings were interrupted by a woman entering the room. She put a towel by the door and declared that nobody was to leave.

The worker, the woman’s daughter named Wood, told her that was ridiculous, and we shouldn’t just give up because the apocalypse was happening. Her mother ignored her and went into the bathroom.

Blazesight tapped Wizard. Wood seemed like a good candidate. She wanted to stop this and wasn’t going to roll over and let it happen. This was what we needed.

Blazesight went to approach Wood, but she was standing in front of the bathroom door, listening to her mom. He listened as well, and heard her saying she was sorry and she hoped her daughter would be okay without her. Then there was the distinct sound of her slitting her own throat.

Wood panicked, and Blazesight called out to her, holding out his arm to hug her. He comforted her, and told her that they had to leave, as they had a job to do.

As they passed by a hallway they contained pictures of her family, Wood stopped to look at her mother. She said that she was mourning the person she used to be, brave, loving, never willing to back down. This apocalypse had done something to her, turned her nihilistic and killed her before she was even dead. Wood said she missed her dad, who had died long before this. He would’ve protected her, even now.

As they all started to leave, there was a knocking on the door that sounded distinctly non-human. Blazesight used his fire powers to knock away the door and found a large mushroom standing there. He did a friendly dance, and Wood recognized him as her father’s spirit. Blazesight didn’t notice and knocked him away too, pulling Wood and Wizard out the door.

Outside, they had to keep running, and they flew through the town looking for a specific place. Creatures chased them, and they found asylum in what appeared to be some sort of lab.

As they crept through the abandoned lab, Blazesight reminded everyone to keep sharp. They didn’t know what they might find in here.

Suddenly, the web of pipes on the ceiling started to move. They were like snakes, and started to attack the group.

They all ran through a doorway, and Wizard made a blockade out of strips of wood, woven into something that resembled a door. They would hear the pipes pushing on it from the other side.

Blazesight’s powers were useless here, so he asked Wizard what they should do. Before he could respond, however, the door was bashed in and all the pipes poured through. They latched on Blazesight and Wizard, and Blazesight vaulted Wood into the air so she could climb out via a gap at the top of the door.

Blazesight and Wizard were now trapped. There was nothing they could do as the pipes coiled around them.

But suddenly, Wood reappeared, slashing through the pipe holding Blazesight. It started pouring water, and Wood picked up the pipe, using it as a weapon as the water pressure destroyed anything it came in contact with. She accidentally hit Wizard at one point, and he grumbled at her as she shouted “sorry!”

Wood turned to the stained glass window and pointed her pipe at it, shattering the glass instantly. The trio jumped through the window, and now they were safe.

But perhaps safe isn’t the right word, as they saw zombies wandering the streets. They had to stay hidden.

It was darker now, and they needed to find food before they left. Wizard suggested peanuts, which Blazesight said might work. He would have to be dunked in the river afterward to hide his scent. Wood suggested salted peanuts, which was a much better idea.

So, they all travelled to the convenience store. Blazesight and Wizard went inside while Wood waited on the roof, and she has to dodge bullets and also the blasts of the ender dragon. It was challenging (as the game was set on Hard difficulty), and I ended up just skipping the minigame and having Wood just go inside with her companions.

Inside, they found the peanuts very easily. They were just right there. Blazesight turned to his companions and asked if we were ready to leave, but Wood froze.

There were names written on the walls here, but she took notice of a few in particular above a window. Three names, the names of the bandits they had encountered earlier. This was where the bandits spent their time. They had to get out of here.

The door burst open, and the bandits appeared, pointing their weapons at the group. Blazesight and Wizard were prepared to defend Wood immediately.

[lili66sblog]

Hi beautiful 🌸

I hope your doing great and life is going well for you 🥰

If it's possible i would like to request dream interpretation

I didn't have dreams i remember for a while and boom i had this dream that i can remember well and i wrote it down as soon as i wake

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[ I used the first letter of the ppl names ]

The dream ⬇️

The place was big mall like building but it was fancy university i was in class and seating with 2 ppl (h/h) and it was hell awkward between us but we made it through the class and we kind end up in friendly vibe after the class

Than to may way to my other class i say hi to friend (j) and go in my other class

I meet 3 other friends ( w/m/j ) mostly i helping and work with one (w) like i had ideas about how to do something and we both agree on the way to do it and we bother the other 2 and make them do it our way

I remember (w) was cutely smiling and giggling with me while (m) was acting a little sassy with me that i smacked him than we have (j) he was in his own world

I had the thought of (w/j) had a cat like energy but very different cats one is calm black cat and one is unexpected orange cat

when we finished the class we had another class together

but our lesson was canceled because our teacher (a) died

so we decided to go and hangout out in the restaurant area it looked like big mall like place that have food and drink shops

(m) and (w) go first

I had to do something and (j) was with me waiting for me to go together and we did

(j) hold my hand in our way up there we take the stairs there was a lot of ppl and (j) hold my hand a little bit strongly so i told him it hurt he let go immediately and he was like sorry i was worried i will lose you i was like i understand and hold his hand this time and gently intertwined our fingers and this time and we walk very close to each other for some reason we both speak in the same time with the same thought like if the rest of our friends saw us like this they will think we're dating and we're not we agree we're bestie and we want to continue missing with the rest of our friends

And when we go to the restaurants place we were walking around to pick place to seat and have meal and (s) saw us he was with his friends group doing a project and holding baby doll to take care of for few days

He get his phone out and said after taking pictures of me and (j) that we still holding hands and acting like we're in date , that he will tell the rest of the group and we will get scolded for our behavior and i through he will tell 2 specifically (h/c) about us and they will scolded us for it but it's fun and I'm enjoying my time with (j) so i was like do it i don't care (s) than i snuggled closer to (j) and i get a back hug for (j)

(S) was like for sure you will get scolded he had younger sibling energy who is black mailing me

i giggling and walk a way with (j)

The end

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I hope you will have a wonderful day /night

Thank you so much for everything beautiful

F.A.S

♈️☀️♍️🌙♎️⬆️

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I think it is showcasing the possibility of possibly you forming a new friend circle?At a new environment ,or falling into a new romance/relationship troupe. Mind you that this would be life changing for real is what I feel.

💗💗

[lieutenantfloyd]

Casting Spells - Elvis Presley

Warnings: Mainly fluff, suggestive content towards the end.

Words: 727

Note: No matter the time of year, Its always Halloween time to me. This can be read as either Elvis or Austin!Elvis, though I personally pictured the man himself when writing this.

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Black cats, costumes, candy. From the time you were little, Halloween had been your favorite holiday. Your family had always had the tradition of handing out candy and this was something you were excited to continue at Graceland following you and Elvis getting married.

The night began with you adjusting your witch's hat while sitting patiently on the couch, a bowl of candy already in hand. Elvis, adorned in the Dracula costume you so sweetly convinced him to wear, made his way downstairs. You clasped your hands together and giggled as he sarcastically modeled his costume in the living room.  Dramatic as always, he finished his performance with a swish of his cape before falling face first onto the soft couch beside you. Your giggles grew into a fit of laughter as he rolled over and pulled you back against his chest.

"You know, you really do put a spell on me, woman." He said toying with the strap of your black dress before planting a kiss on your cheek. His affection prompted you to lean further into him, yet just as he leaned in to capture your lips the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the first trick-or-treater of the night. Jolting at the sound you pushed Elvis away hurriedly. Just as you turned away he captured your hand in his, lacing his fingers in yours and allowing you to lead him to the door. Checking your hat once more in the mirror, Elvis couldn't help but grin at the almost childlike joy on your face as you pulled the door open.

You were immediately greeted by a couple and their two children dressed as ghosts. Greeting the family, you smiled as the father while Elvisstood awkwardly behind you, avoiding eye contact with the visibly excited mother.

"Ok. You guys remember what to say?" The father prompted while pushing the boys up the steps.

"Trick or Treat!" The two young boys shouted in unison. Thrusting their pillowcases forward in search of the day's sweet treasure. Smiling brightly at them you knelt down level with the boys and placed a handful of candy into each sack.

"Well aren't you two the cutest little ghosts I've ever seen!" You cooed, earning a chuckle from their parents and a relieved sigh from Elvis as the mother looked away. Just as you were beginning to discuss Casper the Friendly Ghost with the boys, a long line of trick-or-treaters began making their way up the driveway.

The night continued on like this. You handing out countless bowls of candy to the children of Memphis while Elvis hid just inside the door, staring at you lovingly while avoiding the glances he earned from the mothers who just so happened to be his fans.

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Passing the last handfuls to a pair of twins dressed as Barbie and Scooby doo, you waved goodbye as they made their way down the driveway. Once they were out of sight you pushed the door closed and flicked off the outside lights. Turning to Elvis, you beamed at him while proudly displaying your once again empty bowl.

"Wasn't that amazing? I mean, growing up we got lots of kids knocking at our door but nothing like that!" You enthused. This earned a low chuckle and a headshake from him. Taking the bowl from your hands, he gently set it on the entryway table before guiding your arms around his neck. He placed a soft yet hungry kiss on your lips before backing you into the door.

"Just think," he said, leaning in even closer to run his faux fangs across the exposed skin of your shoulder. "Let me take this pretty little costume off you and this time next year we could be out there trick or treating with a lil' one of our own...". You hummed lovingly in response, closing your eyes and prompting his hand to trail lower. He trailed kisses down your neck as his fingers ghosted over your panties. Head swimming with his words and this newfound contact, you let out a gasp. Eyes opening wide, you pushed Elvis back as he brought his gaze down to look at you.

"Does that mean we can wear matching costumes?!".