#THANK YOU SO MUCH KATTS

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hey! I just wanted to say that I love your art style and all your aro/ace comics. I always look forward to seeing your stuff show up on my dash. I hope you have a lovely day <3

Heya! Thank you so much for the kind words and the valuable input you've shared on some of my posts too, I really appreciate it! <3 Hope you have a lovely day as well^^

Also sorry I replied so late TwT

#koffee katt #thank you so much

[ben-man]

Please tell me more about fat Light. I’m so curious

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I AM TO TALK ABOUT THIS I am quite literally physically vibrating. I grew up fat and remain fat so please for the love of fuck nobody be rude about me being just unfiltered about this.

Light Yagami is so obsessed with his exterior shell. His like beautiful ornate carapace. His mask. He's obsessed with his image, and a huge reason for this is his fathers position in society and being the perfect son to make his family proud and the fact that he is empty. There is a certain type of childhood where you grow up with a pit in your gut and anger in your heart and no reasonable place to put it or explanation for why you feel that way.

He is a young boy given the power to kill people, and an unnatural boredom borne of his privilege, nature, and power. He's unchallenged by school, he finds no connection in those around him, the distance between him and his family may as well be a chasm. There is no 'real' Light Yagami you will find under that flesh he cloaks himself in (because he doesn't even know who he is himself, he never got the opportunity to.)

I write this fairly often but I hate the characterization where Light is written as if Light and Kira are two different people. Kira is a young boys realization that if he acts sweet and remorseful enough he can get away with breaking other kids toys. It's the fucking feeling in the air when someone's position gives them the power to do whatever bloody cruel thing they want. Kira is a round-faced boy with a terrible weapon to kill. Many people forget that when Light first killed someone (in the manga) he basically cowered under his bedsheets for an entire night. He is bored, and he is empty, and to him excitement and feeling comes when he is so nervous he feels bile in his mouth.

In my mind he grows up fat, he's a pudgy fucking kid. And you know when you're young and fat and you are meant to be fingerpainting you crawl up that step stool and look in the mirror wondering why your soft, fat, unmanageable body doesn't look good enough.

And when you become an adult, for some the doorway to changing your body opens. It can fucking eat you whole man! And I write Light Yagami with these issues and interpret him as having a fuck ton of internalized fatphobia and body image issues, and now he's thin, unhealthily so. I usually write him struggling with eating.

When I do write him having the happy ending he doesn't deserve, I write him gaining weight as a good thing, and that means a lot to me! Internalized fatphobia makes you bitter and cruel not just to yourself but to others. He gets a very prominent double chin and gets larger gradually as he ages I think.

Also my friend @kattidiot wrote a BEAUTIFUL (unpublished) Light Yagami drabble about him being a child and crushing ants and his mother teaching him to bake so he directs that energy not toward covering his fingers in bug guts and he's looking back on that childhood and describes his fat little boy hands and how he doesn't want to add too much butter or sugar and so it always comes out wrong and his cruel perspective on his own baby-faced self is like so well written its like electric.

Anyway yeah diversity win the deranged mass murderer is fat.

#light yagami #death note #tw internalized fatphobia #tw: internalized fatphobia #tw: ed mention #tw ed mention #tw: fatphobia #tw fatphobia #for everyone who has it blocked #anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK made me sohappy to talk about #also everyone follow katt :3 #I am so very very normal about Light Yagami #I relate to him which is a curse and probably a very bad sign #anyway one very important thing that was written by me and katt together #was the idea that his mother taught him to bake coffee cake #because he wanted to be like his dad #and drink coffee #and he doesnt remember what his favorite food is as a teen/young adult and couldnt tell you if you asked #but its coffee cake #I write about him and his mom a lot #his feet arent short enough to swing through the air as he kicks his feet from atop a kitchen stool watching her cook anymore #and he's a man now #and men arent supposed to bake with their mothers #and shes ugly now because shes graying and dyes her hair and he cannot be normal about women #he has to pity her because thats what old married mothers are for #even though he is much more pitiable. ya know. #I am the worlds most normal person about light fucking yagami #hope my insanity is appreciated by someone #thank you anon

[storiesofsvu]

I’m not sure if there’s a lot of new people here or if y’all missed a couple of posts…. But here’s some food for thought.

Hi, I’m Katt, i have a full time job, am slowly recovering from severe burnout & unfortunately cannot always prioritize writing as it does not pay the bills.

I do not follow any kind of posting schedule. I never have & I never will!!!

Sometimes you’ll get three ch’s in a week, sometimes there’ll be three weeks between chapters. It all depends on how much writing i’ve gotten done. Also pls remember im working on two full series & still have one shots/req’s to play around with.

The HOPE when it comes to

Decadent Desires

And

Don’t Blame Me

Are that they will get WEEKLY updates.

That means once a week. Could be Sunday, could be Friday. Again, it depends & this may change if I lose inspiration/motivation. If you want a chapter early, you can always bribe me with a ko-fi😂

That is all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Apologies for putting this in the tags i just wanted to make sure it was seen so no one will hound me.

#emily prentiss x reader #joe velasco x reader #decadent desires #don’t blame me #wips #writing update #personal #on the docket

[ppoppokari]

the fae of the oktober woods

pairing~ park seonghwa x oc! reader (this is for my bff katt ya'll)

genre~ (au) (h) (lowkey fluff)

ghostwritten for~ @horanghaejamjam (as a part of the atiny halloween project)

synopsis~ when katt had moved to quiet do-gooder neighbourhood they find that they got more than they bargained for. behind each preppy student and righteous priest was a fascination with the occult. what katt really wanted was to find love, but there was no way that they would find love in a town that felt like hell on earth... right? maybe just maybe they would have to look darkness in the eyes to find a love that would last for an eternity or more.

… or the one where curiosity finally got the better of katt.

wordcount~ 6.5k

featuring~ mentions of christianity, talk of ghost sex but no ghost sex actually occurs, an amateur summoning ritual (mentioned but no graphic summoning happens ), a haunted house, course language, a predator/prey dynamic, alcohol and drug consumption (every one is legal in this fic so don't worry and it's mentioned for a brief second, only seeing it if you squint), strange dreams, hints of smut at the end but no actual smut, i don't want to spoil it but seonghwa isn't who he seems to be- but spoiler he isn’t a faerie

playlist~ 🍄

a/n~ hi! it me~ i may have gotten way too carried away in this one, i was a horror writer for ten years of my life. so this really makes me feel nostalgic. and surprise katt!! i nearly spilt the beans so many times while writing this.

i love you so much buddy 🥹

also a huge thank you to @atinyhalloweenproject for giving me the opportunity to participate and for being so kind and patience, i truly truly appreciate it.

this is kind of creepy, like duh it's horror but this is the uneasy type of horror but it's still kind of sexy?

“Tonights terrifying tale takes us to an everyday neighbourhood, the houses are perfect, the American apple pie life we all want and to make it better the people are just as perfect. But this isn’t about them, it’s a tale of lust, deep desire, and a dance with the devil.

In this episode we will peel back the streets of suburbia and you will find something dark and twisted… if you dare to look.

I’m your host Barry Collins and this is…”

There was no bad blood between you or the ancient, living skeleton of a host but with a swift movement you reached for the remote. Upon doing so you were immediately relieved of the grating static of the old re-run of some ancient black and white Halloween special that had been on loop since you moved in. 

Bringing your hands up you lightly pressed your fingers into your temple, an attempt to soothe the persistent migraine that had been lingering since the early hours of this morning.

To say your dreams were getting out of control was a huge understatement, but how could you put it into words. How could you approach your parents and say that you woke up feeling as if an invisible weight was pushing down on your chest paired with sharp ringing in your ears, oh, and don't forget the immediate urge to throw your blankets to the ground and remove your pyjamas that clung to you.

Technically you could, but that wouldn't even touch the surface of everything that had been going on.

One thing was apparent as you looked ahead and saw a human-shaped blur sitting next to you through reflection on the blank screen...The only thing you had control over was the tv.

With a sigh you stood, feigning ignorance as you often did. Three months in this house and such things were a common occurrence, whether it be out of pure exhaustion or extreme confidence you let everything remain as it was. There was no need to search for all your missing items if they didn't want to be found.

Passing by a generous handful of misplaced shadows you made your way to the kitchen, stopping to pet Prince and Gizmo who trailed close to your feet. "You want a treat? You both deserve a treat for guarding my room last night." Crouching low you kept them occupied with a scratch behind their ears before tearing the scrap of bacon that remained on your plate in half. Wiping the grease on the hem of your t-shirt you all but threw your dishes into the sink as you brought your hands up once again.

"Shh stop it, no more headaches, just calm down Katt, it's okay." Your self-soothing was starting to work until a cold hand gripped your shoulder.

A sharp exhale knocked the little air you had as you spun around on high alert. Your sporadic movement startled both you and your mom, you honestly didn't know you had it in you.

"Katt! My god, what's gotten into you?" "Mom, you scared me!" Your shaky voice was a dead giveaway that something was eating away at you, call it luck or mother's intuition but she could sense your invisible thoughts, words that never formed.

"You're so skittish today, is there something I should know?" "I'm not skittish! You literally came out of nowhere, and who grabs shoulders like that. You're like every horror movie mom ever." You were the only one amused by your comeback, which was apparent by your giggle and the fact she just stood their analysing you. So, you decided to break the uncomfortable silence "Don't worry I'm just a little tired."

"If you're too tired you might have to miss the church service tonight, I know they're expecting you to be there but you're honestly not going to miss out on much."

"What?! No! I mean I'm well enough, I'm so energetic right now don't sweat it."

You weren’t looking forward to the bi-monthly sermons that most of the town attended. There were only two things you wanted most in this world, 1. A boyfriend and 2. To spend as much time as possible away from your potentially haunted house. And church could probably give you two of those things but at what cost?

Luckily for you, you really didn't have to submit yourself to an extended church service, opting instead to abandon the sermon and have a bonfire with your friends.

At this point in time, you were being quite generous with the whole ‘friend’ title in a frantic attempt to distract yourself from how shit this town actually was. Normally you would have refrained yourself from being half as critical but honestly Birch Lake was unnerving and the people even more so. Your friends were as preppy as they could get, yet they had their generous dose of duality with their obsession with the colourful history of ghosts and the occult. In any other circumstance you would casually avoid them, but right now you had to make the best of what you had.

"If you need to rest you can stay home, the last thing I want to do is force you to go."

In a motherly fashion she brushed your bangs to the side, resting the back of her hand on your heated forehead.

"It's your call, do what feels best."

Your sleep deprived mind was playing havoc with the words you spoke, resulting in the most gracious word vomit.

"I don't know, I want… I want to, I need..."

"You need to get laid."

“What?”

Phoebe didn't even attempt to hide her eyes rolling to the back of her head “Katt I’m not repeating myself twenty fucking times because you have insomnia or some shit.” Even with all the attitude her eyes met your and she smiled.  “I was just saying, you’ve been here for like what? Five months?”

You nodded your head, trying to play it cool as the rest of the group eyed you, it was hard to tell whether the heat came from the bonfire or from their collective gaze burning holes into you. If it wasn’t for the shitty craft beer flowing through your body, you probably would have had the energy required to give a decent response, but you stayed silent drinking in the flames.

Having realised that you weren’t going to bite the bait Phoebe readied another comment before she was abruptly cut off by Tao “It feels like you’re overcompensating for something Phoebe, the lord asks us to look within, and from where I’m sitting, looking through you I see that you’re the one who needs to get laid.”

Amongst your group of friends who you truly would have avoided under any other circumstances, Tao was the most harmless. Regardless, he was still the leader of your group. He didn’t seem like much, but he had wit and charm, he was the shepherd who led your group away from the bible school hall, past the theatre and into the forest to get to a small clearing. Tao was the son of the head pastor meaning he knew how to skip sermons without anyone noticing. He was also the only person who had your back…when he felt like it…which made him a D+ at best but he was still appreciated.

Each person broke into a mocking chorus of laughter, which Phoebe joined in on “Haha ha ha hahahaha fuck all of you, I hope you all die in a ditch in your next lives.”

Taking her comment with a pinch of salt you all resumed back to what you were doing before, listening to Jeremy as he mentioned some old lost media legend. “That reminds me, Jeremy you’re into lost media and stuff, have you seen this black and white tv show it’s kind of like the Twilight Zone but it’s just supernatural horror?” Jeremy looked over the rim of his tortoise-shell glasses, squinting at you, his attention was peaked. “What’s it called?” “I don’t know the name of it, I always miss the opening credits or switch the channel.” “So, it’s one you’ve seen?” “Yeah, it’s hosted by this old guy Barry Collins that’s all I know.” Jeremy raised a brow contemplating what you had just told him “I don’t think I’ve heard of it.” “That’s strange it’s on probably eight times a day and it’s the same episode on loop, or at least I assume it is.” You may have been far too optimistic assuming he would solve this mystery in a mere couple of minutes “Well, sounds like a good show, maybe I can come over sometime and see it”.

As the minutes passed a layer of fog seemed to cover everyone’s eyes, a result of the weed and alcohol stash everyone contributed to. You initially wanted to dull down your senses, hoping the one can you had would serve as mental cough syrup, even though it wasn’t strong enough you refused to have any more. So, you sat, keeping yourself entertained by picking at your black and orange pumpkin nails.

It was when you looked up once more when you noticed something flicker at the corner of your eyes and your throat tightened, if it wasn’t for the size of the bonfire, you wouldn’t have noticed it. But the silver switchblade was shimmering as bright as the stars above. So, you could confirm that you weren’t jumping the gun or losing your mind you did a double take, what you didn’t know was that this would result in the worst mistake you had ever made.

Phoebe noticed the nervous flicker in your eyes as you looked towards her drawstring backpack that was slouched at the edge of the log she sat on. In an instant you had sprung to your feet, though you wanted to run your body was stuck in invisible quicksand, fear ceasing your muscles. There was a delayed reaction of a couple of long seconds before anyone noticed you jumping up in fear.

“Damn Katt you need to chill; you scared me half to death.”

“No! I’m not going to chill! You can’t tell me she isn’t going to hurt me! She has a knife!”

If this were any other circumstance, you would have taken a chill pill and even laughed about it, but this was a sick kind of déjà vu. It was hard to determine when the dream had occurred, each night blurred into one, but one image you would never get out of your head was the one where the infamous Phoebe stood, knife in hand, a piercing look in her eyes as a foggy darkness outlined her petite frame.

“You’re totally taking this out of context, this knife isn’t for you. I had other plans tonight.”

“But…” “No Katt, you spoilt the surprise, I thought you could all do a favour for me. I wasn’t going to mention it yet, but I did some soul searching and realised people suck, and there is no way I’m dating Justin again, but I totally need some dick so the next best option. Obviously summon a ghost to sleep with and call it a night.”

The saddest thing about that was the fact that you couldn’t tell whether she was that drunk or whether she had always been this insane.

“I can sense the judgement don’t act all high and mighty you would do the same thing.” “As far as I can tell I definitely wouldn’t do the same thing!” “Well, the knife isn’t for you, no blood sacrifice, it’s to cut hair, string and other some other stuff. I did the other part of the ritual earlier, but I needed an open fire, so I thought I’d get some help.”

You took a step back, grabbing your bag, you didn’t have to be superstitious to know that this was something you didn’t want to be involved in.

“You’re seriously overreacting Katt, hey, if you help me with the ritual maybe we could have a threesome with the ghost.” A thin layer of bile formed in your throat at the idea. But what truly made your stomach churn was the fact that no one was batting an eye, they had made it clear that they wanted to be in on this either for the thrill of it or they were all equally as insane as each other.

Having stood your ground as best as you could for the whole entire night, you allowed yourself to turn in the other direction and run as soon as the candles were lit, and the sigils were roughly etched into the dank soil next to the fire.

Feeling permanently stuck in flight mode you found it impossible to catch your breath, though you were in motion already the swamp green forestry started to spin. In that moment you were waiting to fall face first into the mud and be taken out of this sweet misery but instead you kept moving, losing balance you hopped a few steps forward and into something, or more appropriately someone judging by the sharp sound of them being winded.

You had already made it up in your mind that if it were Tao or literally any one of those phonies you would shove them away and continue running. So, you readied yourself by pulling your arms back, but like an unstable slingshot your arms snapped down to your sides as you looked up to see the kindest doe eyes that were slightly covered by his loose black hair. Considering how you literally winded him, he still held a gentle gaze as he looked down at you, though nothing was said your heartbeat fell into a soft rhythm. For someone who looked as magical as the forest around him it was almost impossible to imagine what his voice would have sounded like. It was up to the stranger to break the silence and he did oh so gracefully, with a comforting smile he spoke his voice just above a hushed whisper.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, deep breathes. If you’re in danger just squeeze my hand.” It wasn’t like you to trust someone so quickly, but this felt different. “I’m fine, they probably weren’t going to hurt me, I just wanted to go home but I don’t know how to get out of here.” He opened his mouth to respond but paused as he heard the ominous snap of branches. Without hesitation he wrapped his arm around you “I can help you get out of here you just need to stick close and tell me everything. His grip was firm, but not vicious as he led you back to where you came from, you hesitated, your pace slowing down.

 As if he could read your mind, he went on to soothe you with his words once again. “We need to cut through here, there’s no way I’m letting you go back there. But now you’ve calmed down I need to know what you were running from.”  “I don’t think you’re going to believe me.” You pause awaiting his name. “Seonghwa.” “Seonghwa.” The way his name felt falling from your lips was addictive, “Well.” He paused too “Katt.” “Katt, I doubt you’d be this shaken up for no reason, plus I definitely heard some shouting.”

“I just escaped one potential murderer, so I hope you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing out here so late?” Without missing a beat, he answered. “I was picking mushrooms.”  Man, he was really out here being the most ethereal forest being in the universe. Noticing your bewilderment, he continued “My grandma used to forage as a child, and she asked me to go get some mushrooms.” Despite his simple explanation many of your questions remained unanswered, yet your curiosity pushed forward. “So, you’re a fan of ghost mushrooms then, interesting.” Seonghwa grinned at your dry retort “I’m more of an oyster mushroom guy, I imagine the poison would be too bitter for me.”

Scoffing at his response you were captivated by the instant shimmer of light that cast itself onto his cheek, as if he was warmed by the rays he hummed in delight, even though it was a mere streetlamp.

“There you go, I should be getting home.”

Your mind had already weaved a beautiful narrative of discovering “the one” hiding out beneath the shady leaves, so you held onto his arm for a few seconds too long. Seonghwa noticed, tilting his head like a curious rabbit before realisation set in. His soft gaze flickered with a sense of confidence, “Unless you’d prefer that I walk you home.” “I would like that but please don’t keep your grandma waiting.” “I don’t think she’ll mind; evening walks are kind of a norm for me.” “Thank you so much, I owe you one.” Seonghwa looked off into the distance shielding you from his suave grin, part of him hoping that you would give him something sensual in return. Despite his sinful temptation he looked back at you his sharp eyes softening as he feigned innocence. “Katt” He savoured each syllable, “You don’t owe me anything, unless…” He dropped the sentence hoping you’d bite back enough for him to charm you. “Whatever it is, yes.” “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, friend.”

For the first time that night you genuinely laughed.

“It’s your lucky day, I’m definitely looking for new friends.” The transition between extreme fear and instantaneous lovesickness left you in a daze, so much so that you didn’t realise that either A. Seonghwa knew where you lived or B. That you subconsciously knew where your house was, nor had you realised that you had released his arm from your tight, timid grasp. The swinging of your arms brought forward the autumn winds which then brought forward the faint smell of dirt and mushrooms. The conversation itself was way more colourful than the streetlights that made his eyes twinkle.

The house called your name, but you refused to listen, hesitant to leave Seonghwa’s side. It’s not like you fully believed that it was haunted or evil it just wasn’t it.  If he noticed your hesitance, he didn’t acknowledge it. There was something he wanted to say, but instead he glared at the house as if he had a vendetta against it.

“Thanks for walking me home, I really appreciate it.” “Of course, anything to see you safe from the Oktober ghouls and witches.” He said that part with a smooth chuckle, swiping his lower lip with his tongue.

“I hope to see you sometime soon Katt. You made my night even though you practically winded me.” “Hey! I said I was sorry, I think, look I was scared.” “Well, how about you make it up to me with a hug next time? Good night Katt.” One sheepish smile and a polite wave later and Seonghwa was up the road, looking back at you as you entered your house. What he didn’t see or hear was the delighted squeal you let out as you clutched your heart, excited butterflies warmed your heart as you closed your eyes, his face, no his smile, no… his everything was a good enough reason to keep your eyes clenched shut as you walked to your room, again it felt like you already knew this place like the back of your hand. Once you had made it to your room you fell back on your bed, too dazed, and your heart feeling too light to notice the misplaced shadows or the murmuring that surrounded you.

You had fallen asleep, something you found hard to believe, but what was more of a shock was the fact that you also left the door unlocked. Your parents were prepared to enter a house devoid of all your belongings. Luckily nothing had been stolen and even better, after losing sight of you at church, they returned home to find you asleep with a peaceful smile on your face. Even so, they wasted no time questioning your whereabouts as soon as you made your way downstairs for breakfast. You had a keen sense of self-awareness in the way that you knew that your lie was utter bullshit, yet you decided to commit to the bit and claim that you were there for most of the bible study session until you got a stomach-ache and that the church knew about the entire situation and that Tao had walked you home.

“You know you can be honest Katt.” “I’m telling the truth! I haven’t been well lately; it might be a summer cold or like an autumn cold? All I know is it sucks, and I still don’t feel good.” Your dad was certainly more amused by your flailing arms as opposed to your mom who shovelled more syrup-drenched pancakes onto your plate, hoping you would calm down and eat. You didn’t show any sign of stopping, so your mom took any type of silence to interject “Don’t let your pancakes go cold.” Hoping that you had convinced your parents enough you ate, savouring the syrup. You were in no rush to finish them trying to delay the ordeal of doing the dishes today, yet it was that day that your saviour arrived at the door.

As soon as the knock resounded throughout the entire house you jumped up, speed walking away from your parents prying gaze. At this stage you would have been relieved to see the damn mailman, However, you were greeted with something way better. His hair gently fell across his forehead, even though it was a wavy mess it seemed calculated, and he wore a plain white shirt. Only one thought crossed your mind, ‘Were his lips always so rosy?’ Being so captivated by his morning beauty, you overlooked the basket in his hands. “Good morning Katt, I hope I didn’t wake you, but I’m just dropping by to give this to you, see it as a housewarming gift from both of us.” “I, that’s so sweet! You didn’t have to do that, really.” You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it last night but there was something about his eyes, whenever you looked into them you felt even more determined to keep him a secret, he was your own personal fairy, he was magical in every way, a midsummer’s night dream.

As soon as you heard your parents approaching you leaned in close to him, your breath catching the corner of his ear “I’m inviting you inside act like you don’t know me, I haven’t told my parents about you yet.” Seonghwa nodded “Why don’t you come inside?” Seonghwa was about to step inside, but he hesitated, unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched. Cursing on the inside he stepped inside, lured in by the way you looked over your shoulder, beckoning him to follow you.

Seonghwa had always been perceptive, he could sense when he wasn’t wanted and even though he knew you were ecstatic to see him the constant chattering of disembodied voices was headache inducing. Still Seonghwa smiled appearing as charming as ever when he introduced himself to your parents “I can’t stay for long, I just wanted to drop this off.” You couldn’t tell if his ethereal nature was lost on them or whether they were in awe of him like you were. They seemed almost robotic in their response; it was rare for them to be this polite to anybody especially a guy that you liked. He must have had that effect on people.

“Park Seonghwa, I just got back a couple of days ago, out of town for my grandmother’s knee operation, we made this together to welcome you. It’s sort of a tradition of ours.” Your mom stood, impressed by his reserved nature. She reached for the basket noticing that it was predominantly food combined with a few small ornaments. “It’s all homemade.” He had a habit of smiling whenever he mentioned his grandma and it made you wonder if she was just as kind as Seonghwa.

Your mom was somewhat shocked at the revelation she gestured to the wooden ornaments “These too?” “Yeah, we carved them out of oak.”  You knew her silence meant that she was impressed, marvelling at the fine lines etched into the wood but Seonghwa couldn’t read her. “It’s not a good luck charm or anything it’s just something good to look at.” “I think it’ll look perfect right here.” Pushing it into the centre of the dining room table your mom scooped the basket into her arms. “Wait, is that strawberry jam? Pass it here.” Passing you the old hand-painted jar she walked into your kitchen, you assumed they were probably going to wear his name out behind his back, it was apparent by the fact that your dad trailed after her instead of Gizmo or Prince.

“You’re so magical I was literally craving strawberry jam.”  Since they had walked away Seonghwa had relaxed, a flirty smile overtaking him as he noticed you struggling with the jar. The brush of his hand sent a jolt of flaming electricity down your spine, but it had yet to disappear as his cool hands lingered on top of yours. “I’ll get that.” Upon passing the jar to him it was open in one swift motion of his wrist, as a force of habit you reached for the jar “Oh my, I told you I got it.”  Placing the jar on the table he dipped the discarded butter knife into it collecting the jam. He did the following with such ease, tearing off the edge of an untainted pancake and smearing it with red.

It was naïve of you to think that Seonghwa was an innocent man, devoid of any form of lust, in the short time you had known him he was constantly dancing on the fine line of being an innocent boy and a man fully aware of everything around him. In short, he knew what he was doing when he brought the pancake up to your mouth. His fingers were skilfully positioned to ensure that once you took a bite the jam would dirty them, in any other situation he would avoid anything sticky or that wasn’t mud. Unlike those moments he knew that someone, you, would clean them for him. Instead of removing his fingers he let them linger until you licked the jam from his fingers.

“That’s it.”

Seonghwa’s words meant nothing at the time, but that was then after spending each day together that’s the reality you now had. You went from taking comfort into Tao’s kindness to chasing after Seonghwa, or at least you would be the one chasing after him if he didn’t show up at your house or approach you while you were out and lure you away. Following the situation with the strawberry jam Seonghwa was subtle. He would edge you by showing the side of him that was willing to kiss you silly, but for some reason he never did kiss you. He wanted to but not yet. So here you were in a section of the woods that you most likely ran past in a panic on that one night that you never wanted to relive. For once your life seemed like one every suburban teen lived even if you were a little too old to be considered one. You sat on the ratty tartan picnic blanket drowning in happiness.

Seonghwa made a habit of occasionally looking up at you from his section of the clearing, his hands littered with dirt as he ran his hands across the clumped dirt while he hummed along to the radio. “I swear I’m not holding it against you, but you did promise to help me.” “And I will I’m just thinking.” “About?” “Things… but more importantly why don’t you ever wear gloves when you do that?” “It depends on the answer that you want. I can give you sane or insane, take your pick.” “I’ll take the Seonghwa answer.” “Maybe it’s not the weirdest thing ever but I like the feeling of the dirt on my fingers so damp and cool, plus who needs cologne when the dirt makes you smell so fresh.” “Seonghwa, you know that half of the time I can’t tell whether you’re telling the truth or not.” “Yes, and I thought that’s what made you like me. I’m pretty sure you said you liked my Hozier charm, even though he probably copied my likeness.” Seonghwa prodded at the dirt again.

It was the second time you broke your promise to Seonghwa, you did say you would help him collect, mushrooms, acorns, and butterfly wings amongst other things. It sounded like a fun Saturday afternoon but as the time came you just wanted to admire how beautiful he was, a hobby that you discovered days after meeting him. The leaves blocked out the afternoon sun, providing you with the privacy you needed to make the next move.

Seonghwa looked straight ahead, despite being away from you he could hear the thudding in your chest, he sensed fear. But it didn’t make sense he hadn’t done it yet, immediate dread filled him. It seemed you had finally caught on to his lies. Instead of showing his exasperation he kept looking ahead at him, ignoring the centipede that crawled over him he pressed his palms into the wet dirt trying to calm himself. He didn’t feel fear, don’t get it twisted his dread came from the fact that the game of cat and mouse had been cut incredibly short.

“Seonghwa, I have something to tell you.” That’s not what he expected, he sighed in relief he had never been the best at reading human emotions. Bracing himself to be ever the gentleman you knew him to be Seonghwa rose from the ground, patting his on his upper thigh. Approaching you he kneeled peering into the deepest part of your eyes “What is it?” Honestly you were prepared to shout it out to him but having him this knocked all the air out of your body.

‘Get it together Katt’ you thought when he brought his hand up to your shoulder. His gaze was hooded waiting for permission, he was monstrous on the inside, but he wasn’t devoid of sympathy even if it was false in nature.

“I didn’t keep my promise.” “You silly thing, you can always start by searching over there.” “Not that promise… You told me the night we met that you wanted a friend, I owed it to you, and I can’t do it.” He thought he knew how this was going to end, yet you had him stumped. “None of this makes any sense Katt.”

“I don’t know how else to say this Seonghwa, I love you and that’s it.”

If Seonghwa knew how to feel guilt he would have but that wasn’t the way of the incubus, then again, he didn’t know whether he ever acted like his kind. As far as he knew he was the only one who played with his victims before devouring their lustful souls. It was the thrill of the chase he wanted more than anything. After your confession you had looked away from him, your nerves had gotten the best of you. But by the time you looked back up at him your heart that you had so lovingly given to him got caught in your throat. Your first reaction was to scream so you did, but over the loud radio and his hand pressed against your throat there was no way that scream would grace his presence.

Looking ahead all, you could do was shudder at the man in front of you, though he no longer looked like a living man. His skin was light pewter, coated in thick crackling mud that hardened across his arms, except for the mud on his finger which smeared against your skin. And his eyes? Oh, his eyes were something, even in your terrified state you wanted to swim in his too cold to be orange and the too hot to be blue eyes.

“Sshh little one, if you listen to me I… Well, I doubt you’ll be getting out of here anytime soon. But don’t fret.” The creature between you clicked his tongue against his partially sharpened teeth, but he faltered as you gurgled out a panicked gasp. “Katt, Katt, Katt what am I ever going to do with you. You betrayed my trust; you said you would promise to be my friend yet you’re looking at me like I’m a monster. Seonghwa leaned in his cool breath tickling the edge of your ear. “I couldn’t sense lust like I did when I first met Pheobe, she was lying there inside of the string circle oh so desperate. But let me tell you this. I didn’t want her. I wanted you.” Seonghwa released you and to his surprise you didn’t run, and it warmed him. After all, Seonghwa truly felt like he wasn’t like any other incubus, he didn’t know love, he thrived on fear, but you had captivated him. So, he intended to use the time he had with you to present you with the offer of a lifetime.

“Seonghwa, please I don’t want to die like this.” Seonghwa brought both of his hands up again but this time he cupped your face “Don’t be sorry sweetheart, you have no reason to fear me. You’re lucky she was so far north, if she was in any other part of the forest she could have easily summoned San, Mingi or Hongjoong and trust me they wouldn’t have let you leave. It’s still me.” It was frankly insane, this had to be one of your elaborate nightmares. “Katt, I was willing to kill you, but not now, I have other plans. I just want you to hear me out but first I would like you to enlighten me. Tell me… why were you so keen to want me?”

The urge to run was still present but looking at him you still managed to see the man you fell in love with, it was odd to still love something like him but his voice, this everything was enough to have you chasing after him. “I thought I finally found the person who truly understands me, I thought you would fool me into liking this stupid town but turns out I was the stupid one.”

“If you’re a fool then I am as equally so for I have a proposal.” His eyes were flickering like two sleepy flames ready to die out, you would have run but one thing was keeping you where you were, the growing warmth in his touch.

“I recall each word you uttered to me, you want the nightmares to stop, you want the voices to stop. What if I said I could help you?” Your throat was ashen dry, so you gave up on answering him, but your eyes said it all. “Instead of making a deal with the devil I would like you to consider making a deal with an incubus. Even if you failed to keep your promises, I know you will be able to keep this one.” At first you had assumed that your compliance was a way of survival but as strange, sick, and twisted as it sounded your heart already found a way to love him. “Tell me about this deal.”

Today was a day of firsts and Seonghwa finally had the pleasure of saying that he had experienced resting his head against that of someone he would have loved if he were human. “If you agree to do this, let me bed you out here let me give you a part of myself I can guarantee that no one in this town, human, demon, or ghost will harm you. I will protect you Katt, I will take away all the noise and all your nightmares if you let me.” “Please do it.”

He crashed his lips onto yours, you savoured the taste. It was rough but knowing Seonghwa or whoever this creature was it was safety. Bringing your arms up you clasped them around him encouraging him to dip his body down. “I’m trying hard Katt, but I want to taste you.” “I didn’t think incubuses cared about their victims.” “You’re mistaken you’re definitely mine but a victim? Of course not.” Seonghwa’s touch seemed to transition from stone cold to warm and comforting with each lingering kiss. After dragging them across each inch of your body he unbuttoned your black and orange cardigan. One, two or three kisses and you were addicted, it was hard to tell as each kiss bled into the other. Instead of letting the cardigan fall off your shoulder Seonghwa hooked the edge of it with his finger, dragging it down. Expecting more gentle touches you were startled by the sensation of his teeth nipping at your bare skin, ever the mystic forest fairy he seemed to be he made roses bloom in his wake.

You had snuck through the back door this time, another faint smile gracing your lips, another difference was the fact that your parents were home this time. They remained optimistic, you were bright and talkative over the past few weeks, but this time you walked straight past them. Taking a seat on the couch you stared at the black screen ahead of you, you looked a mess, but you loved it. Your eyes were too cold to be orange and too hot to be blue, the mud was beginning to crack on your skin but probably the thing you were the most grateful for was the fact that Seonghwa kept his promises, the voices in your head ceased to exist and for a split second you could see Seonghwa sitting next to you.

“Whatever I feel for you Katt know it’s the most powerful thing in this waking world.” His words melted away along with his smoky figure. Staring ahead of the screen you couldn’t help but sigh as you rubbed your head before laughing, that was a habit you could stop now. The pain and the voices ceased thanks to him. As you closed your eyes, reliving the sensation of Seonghwa’s body on yours, his tongue wrapped around your most sensitive areas and his hands scratching down your back you closed your eyes. All that was heard was the tv turning on as the same ancient host was brought back to life.

“I will let you in on a little secret, listen closely. Sometimes love and terror can prove to be as beautiful as one another, we chase love because we fear that we will be alone but some of us look fear incarnate in the eyes and we fall in love. Next door to that everyday neighbourhood, that American apple pie life, is a forest. And some of us let curiosity get the better of us, but it’s certainly not all bad for we find new life by running away from the old. The piercing yowling of the ghosts cease to exist, because Katt looked evil in the eye and hidden underneath his heaving breath Katt heard a faint thud of a heartbeat."

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#atinyhalloweenproject #park seonghwa #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x oc #ateez seonghwa #kpop x reader #ateez #au #demon au #demon seonghwa #ateez demon au #ateez x oc #incubus seonghwa

[gilsart]

Are there any books you can recommend about Friedrich? German or English would be nice.

By the way, your art is so damn cute and adorable!! I am always happy to see you on my dashboard, even if you're "just" answering questions as you seem really nice.

hi!! first of all thank you ,,, means a lot to me, i always re-read my answers to make sure i don't sound rude or anything 😭 anxiety girlies where you at

about the books, there are lots!! i recommend you also ask @kattestrophe - she knows more than i do, especially about the german books; i am neither german nor english so some of those i own aren't available in languages other than my own.

the ones from my collection that are available in english/german are:

frederick the great by william f. reddaway - this is a biography, available in english, i haven't read it all because i only needed the crown prince bit, and that one had historical inaccuracies, so be mindful. but it has images!!

king in prussia by rafael sabatini - this is fiction and also available in english! it's a book from 1944 i believe, divided in two parts, specifically before katte's death and after katte's death up until ... i think the end of the seven years war? i don't know, i haven't read it all and i will stop at katte's death. fritz is very gay in this one as far as i've read, but in a queer disney villain way, which can be fun if you decide to ignore the homophobia. also one of the protagonists is katte's entirely fictional jacobite cousin, the most annoying man on earth.

zeithain by michael roes - this also is fiction, and only available in german. i have only read five pages of it (my german is very poor) and it follows katte, not friedrich. katte is also very sad. but as far as i was told, both of them are gay, so there's that. so far hans is like "it's raining and i'm alone and last week i went to a funeral. i have prayed to the god i lost during my childhood", certainly something very different from how he behaves in king in prussia ...

katte: die geschichte einer freundschaft by gertrud von brockdorff - this is also german only, i'm not sure about the actual book being available (i was sent a pdf) although it could be available in germany?? it is pretty old tho (1934) so i wouldn't know much about that. this one is also more about katte and friedrich, again fiction, it's eight chapters, still haven't read it because this bad boy is written in fraktur and i have trouble reading that but i have had conversations about it, and boy is it queer. there is a single chapter in which katte has a small identity crisis and has a romance with wilhelmine, but after that he's back to longing for frédéric and his "wide, bright and impenetrable" eyes that bewitch everyone. fellas is it gay to think your male friend's eyes are what you need a woman to have so you can actually love her?

the sorrows of frederick by romulus linney - available in english, this is a play from 1966, still haven't read it (the package is somewhere in europe right now), i think it follows all of fritz's life? it has fredersdorf, at least. but fredersdorf here knows katte, so eh. some anachronistic thingies here and there, what's new.

der alte fritz in 50 bildern - i can't figure out the name of the authors (damn it, fraktur) but worry not: this only has somewhat cool illustrations about fritz's life and a little bit of german text. at least some of them are. others are peculiar: voltaire is shorter than fritz in these. he wishes. i'm adding a photo though, so you can see!

i also own a pretty interesting book, not about fritz but about the seven years war in general, titled "prussian army soldiers and the seven years' war: the psychology of honour" by katrin and sascha moebius (there is an umlaut on the o there; i'm writing this on my pc and don't know where to find it).

i also have "later selected poems" by sheenagh pugh, which contains "five voices", a cycle of five poems showing five different perspectives on katte, if you're interested in that. there isn't a fritz perspective, though.

he also has a short chapter in "bad gays" by huw lemmey and ben miller, but i found it to be somewhat offensive at some point, although that could be a translation issue: there is a pretty offensive slur and some things i found to be inaccurate. overall i wouldn't buy it. i only bought it because the italian edition has very cool illustrations, at a time where i did not know about this translation thing.

the rest of my books are all available in italian only (or about voltaire).

hope this was helpful!

#answers #phewww my brain can't english today so this was tough but i wanted to answer as soon as i could #friedrich der große #frederick the great #again i recommend you also ask jana #they have more knowledge than i do

[unsimspirational]

Diego: You're early Q: So are you. Diego: Let me guess. Was it because of Boob-gate?

Q: Pandora's definitely selling, but I'm not buying. I'll pass. Diego: I hear ya. The atmosphere in the office would be thick enough to cut with a knife if you touched her. Just tell me how you avoided looking at her boobs all day. I tried and failed miserably.

Q: Simple. Whenever she sashayed, and I literally mean sashayed, into my office, I made sure my eyes were glued to a most interesting document on the computer. Diego: Huh. Well, if Pandora's going to be a nuisance, we can always replace her. Q: Not necessary. I can handle it. She's doing the job she was hired for.

Diego: OK, change of subject. I see you still have that monstrosity parked on the waterfront. Q: I'm beginning to seriously regret buying that yacht. I've yet to sail on the thing. Diego: Is it still hideous on the inside? Q: Unfortunately, yes. I need to do something about that.

Diego: A certain young woman might give it the facelift it needs. Q: I was thinking the same. She'd be given carte blanche to do as she wishes. Diego: You're pleased with Honor, then? You like her esthetic?

Q: Yes. She's creative and innovative, and she's able to take criticism. Most importantly, though, she's about the project at hand. No flirting, batting of eyelashes, and all the other feminine wiles I usually deal with. Instead of the cloying Teflon kind of women I tend to attract, she's a breath of fresh air.

Diego: A match made in interior design heaven then. Cheers to that. Then there's Katt. Q: Don't worry about Kattt. I'll talk to her about her behavior today with Pandora. I notified her I'd be stopping by her apartment this evening. I tried to end things last night, but it didn't go as planned. She insisted on staying the night. So, I slept on the sofa.

Diego: I'm sorry, Q. I wish there was something I could do to help. Q: You could take her off my hands, she likes you. Diego: I didn't realize you disliked me that much. I thought we were friends.

Q:(sigh)I wish it were that easy. I wouldn't knowingly unleash Katt on anyone I know. Diego: Thank you for that. By the way, if things don't go well tonight with Katt. I think I may have a solution, but you may not like it. Q: I'm listening.

#sims 3 #nonstory #unsimspirational

[shouga-nai]

🌵🍀✨

TIME FOR SOME POSITIVITY || Accepting!

Send 🌵 and i'll recommend a canon rp blog

@geraniumplant ~ This goes without saying since we've been writing together for over a decade. Can we take a moment to appreciate how far we've come? You do justice for every single muse you pick up. You take them all seriously as characters and understand them in such a deep level. I also love all the plotting, AUs and world building we've done! Thank you for making roleplaying a fun hobby till this day <3

Send 🍀 and i'll recommend an oc rp blog

@healingbrews ~ Hinoka is such a fun character to write with! Her backstory and motivations makes her feel so real, if that makes sense? Bonus points for the supernatural verse we've got going. Also I always admire OC blogs with mun's own art for graphics and icons. On that note, Katt is a fantastic artist!

Send ✨ and i'll recommend a multimuse blog

I am going to cheat here and recommend two (2) blogs-

@risingshine ~ Pretty sure we started off as mutuals on your Zenyatta blog. I came for the amazing portrayal and overall pleasant vibes, stayed for the vibrant list of muses, lovely art and rich world building. I admit I've mostly been admiring from afar, but would very much love to get more interactions going with our muses!

@roleplay-abiogenesis2 ~ I have to thank Minekura and Saiyuki for bringing our blogs together. Cool mun with amazing writing. Love how deep and profound our threads have been. It gives me so much inspiration and sparks joy in roleplaying. Looking forward to more, and not necessarily just with Saiyuki muses!

#coffee break || ooc #hope you don't mind the tags ;; #please keep being amazing ♥

[frevandrest]

Do you have any recommendations about where to start with the french revolution? I really want to learn about it but there's just... so much and it's a little intimidating.

Indeed! To be honest, I am not sure what advice to give, because my first exposure to frev was watching LRF at the age of 13. Which was very memorable, but prob definitely not what I'd recommend.

The problem with frev is that it's not one consistent event; it's 10 years of many many different things, and tbh it's not easy to be knowledgeable about everything (or to be interested in everything).

Logically, starting with a good introductory book that describes the entire period is, well, a logical way to go, but a) there is no consensus over which book might serve as a good introduction (people, if you have good suggestions, send them, please!), and b) an introductory book will have to gloss over or ignore so many things, and those details are often the best and most interesting stuff.

So I am not sure if this is the best approach. Because realistically, chances are that you will be more interested in some parts of those 10 years than the others, so you need to see what you like. Early days of the revolution and mess surrounding that? The war and mess surounding that? The Terror and mess surrounding that? Thermidorians and absolute mess surrounding that? Etc.

Or are you more interested in specific people? This might be a more anchored way to go, because if you, say, want to know more about Marat, you seek books about him. So you kind of learn about frev through this person's biography. Although if the person only participated in part of the frev, chances are that you will end up knowing more about that part of the frev than the others. Which is fine.

So I don't know what to suggest, except to first seek books about things you think you wish to know (King's trial? The Terror? Thermidor?) and build your knowledge from there. No need to tire yourself with trying to figure out everything, or to go chronologically if this is not what you are interested in. This is not a course where you need to know all the stuff to pass. Feel free to begin with whatever piques your interest and start digging there, even if it's "in the middle of frev".

How to know what piques your interest? I bet there is already something. I can only speak for myself, but I got interested in many different (non-frev) things by reading people's enthusiastic, informative posts around here. Like I never cared about Frederick the Great but thanks to tumblr history community, I am so interested in many of his shenanigans (especially Katte and Fritz-Voltaire-Emilie love triangle). Does this make me an expert on Fritz? Not at all, but I could expand my interest from these things to reading more articles and books, and I would know whom to ask on tumblr about recommendations for each of the episodes I am interested in.

(Not to get all sappy and emotional, but what I love about this community is that each of us has our passion and we help each other with specialized sources/clarifications about our blorbos and their messes).

tl;dr: Not a conventional method, but see what piques your interest and start reading about it (and ask people for specific recommendations over that narrower topic) and build your way up from there.

#ask #anonymous #frev #french revolution

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Hi there ! For the WIP game, can you tell us more about the Kitt Katt Clones or Just a guy with a lightsaber ? They look fun 👀

Heyyyy!!!! Thank for the ask <3333

I actually made a post about that one too in the past so I provide a link for that. What changed since then? I learned how to change canvas size mid-work!!! I realized it used to be called: werwerwerwwerwer keysmashing XD

For the "just a guy with a lightsaber"...

"I'm no jedi. I'm just a guy with a lightsaber and a few questions." - Kyle Katarn

I love him. I love this guy so much. He was my first Star Wars crush when I was a kid and I think he still is. If someone asks who is my favorite jedi, my answer is always Kyle Katarn (and Luke Skywalker from the same continuity). I wish disney didn't massacred this character with Rogue One and Andor, because at this point there is no way they would add this fantastic character to the canon without doing him bad too. :(((( Aaaahhhhh... okay I didn't mean to bash either of the movies, I know they are popular among the fans, but because Kyle is realy close to my heart, it just makes me sad. :((((

It's one of the first sketches I made last summer when I started to draw digitally. I don't plan to finish this one, because the canvas size is too huge, so maybe I redraw it when I'm in a Kyle-mood.

#kyle katarn #jedi knight II #jedi outcast #star wars #mamuzzy answers #hastalavistabyebye

[into-september]

Have you watched the Dutch dub of miraculous? If you have I noticed that in seasons 1+2 LB calls CN poesjes and then after that she refers to him as katje. Is there a reason they made this change?

I really should not be the go-to person for commentaries on anything relating to linguistics but I'm guessing it's a fairly limited group of people who

a) watch MLB

b) have a satisfactory mastery of the biggest north- and west Germanic languages

c) genuinely enjoy talking about the implications of vernacular choices in dubbing

Sadly I haven't been watching MLB in Dutch, since my comprehension is probably some 60-70% in reading but considerably lower in listening. Checking it out mostly just made me silly about how much of it I did understand thanks to knowing ca. the topic of dialogue beforehand

But looking it up was an instant hit, because I'm pretty sure she calls him "Katje" at 2:23 in this

(which I think is Belgian since the same distributor has the exact same trailer out in French? dear internet, correct me if I'm wrong in assuming that Flemish Belgium imports Dutch dubs like French Belgium presumably imports French ones. anyway I'm low-key obsessed with that trailer in ways I haven't been with any of the other ones. and also legit why is the acting so good, like seriously this might be the best of the Germanic dubs so far, not counting the English one)

ANYWAY with the lengthy dive into my incompetence and excitement at the topic over with, here's what little I can say for sure:

Wictionary says both "katje" and "poesje" are dimminutives (I'm guessing -je corresponds to the German -chen, thank you for making me google the geographical distribution of German dimminutives, turns out -chen is more common in the north). As such, the real question would be what differences exist between "kat" and "poes".

And that's the point where I really can only do guesswork based on adjactent languages thanks to the fact that I've never learned a blessed word of Dutch in my life, but this was also the point where my dumb brain decided to remember that I got kind of hung up on that one in Norwegian because there are definitely instances of Ladybug calling him "pus", and that one is, shall we say, pretty eyebrow-raising.

Assuming that the Dutch kat/poes are used in approximately the same as the Norwegian katt/pus - and that is a bold assumption to make, given that both these words seem to go back to Proto-Germanic and are thus old as balls with a lot of time for semantic drift in both languages - then there'd certainly be some weird romantic overtones to "poesje" that are absent from "katje".

Weird as in "pus" (in Norwegian) is used in two ways: either as a cutesy way to adress a cat, or as a somewhat infantilising romantic term of endearment. The romantic connotations in "pus" does not seem to be incidental either, since the internet tells me that the Dutch poes/poesje can have the infamous double meaning of the English "pussy". (the Norwegian word does not, but I've ran across at least two different German dialectal variations of the word and at this point I'm genuinely curious to know if they have it)

I expect they'd never have used the word "poesje" in the first place if the vulgar meaning was as common as the English one, and that it does sound innocent to the ears of the target audience. That leaves me with two theories about why they changed it: they possibly toned it down to avoid any problems with parents who would know about the adult meaning, or possibly the word - like in Norwegian - made Ladybug come across as rather more romantic towards Cat Noir than what the show originally intended her to be.

That's the best guess I can give you, but for all I know there was just a change in translating crew that never watched the first two seasons and knew that they'd established her as using the other one. And honestly, I suspect that to be the most likely explanation here, all things considered. Which isn't worth a lot, I guess, but at least I had fun looking all this up.

#mira #dubbing #linguistics #blah #miraculous ladybug #scandinavia

[sorry-i-spaced]

tagged by the wonderful humans Jaz ( @maud-gone ) and Delaney ( @softerkinder ) to answer 15 questions to get to know each other better! Thanks for the tag guys!

were you named after anyone?

My parents say I was named after the Queen of England because our grandparents couldn’t stop arguing who I should be named after

when was the last time you cried?

I think yesterday but it was more of a *I’m overtired and this little thing just happened and because it went wrong I’m going to cry* type deal.

do you have kids?

Nope!

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really, low-key don’t know how sarcasm works, so if I do use it it’s by complete accident

what’s the first thing you notice about people?

what they are wearing

what’s your eye color?

brown

scary movies or happy endings?

happy ending!

any special talents?

Special talent? Like am I double jointed? or can I play the flute while riding a unicycle? No. and I don’t really think I have any special talents lowkey

where were you born?

Canada baby!

what are your hobbies?

background acting (i miss it oh so much), writing, riding public transit with no real destination, coffee (exploring coffee shops is such fun)

have any pets?

I have a dog named Cocoa and I miss her dearly (she’s not dead, she’s just at my parents house)

what sports do you play/have you played?

I did swim team from ages 7-12 and then from ages 13-17 I did cross country and track. I now do nothing

how tall are you?

5foot, 5 foot 1 on a good day (and when I apply for background acting)

favorite subject in school?

I loved english and history in grade school. In college I loved creative writing and my writing for broadcasting class

dream job?

Long answer (buckle up), so the dream is to be a production assistant on a tv show or movie (maybe work my way up to being a producer, but PA is the goal), the new side dream job is to get my EMT licenses (which I’m doing this Fall), work in an ambulance for a few years while still doing background acting (cause I freaking love it), and then when I’ve got some years under my belt, transfer said EMT skills and be an onset set medic for tv shows and movies. Then work my up to be a production assistant and then producer

People I’m tagging: (under the cut)

@herrmannhalsteadproduction , @kitthekazoo , @gregorygerwitz , @fieldtomatoes , @fiona-glenanne-westen , @tomatoluvr69 , @localorangecat , @onekisstotakewithme , @red-cowboy-one , @maladjusted-nerd , @msculper , @harpyharpyharpy , @fabulousvelociraptor , @topshelf2112-blog , @a-cold-katt

#thanks for the tag #tag game

[antonymph2009]

i thought abt sending this anonymously but YOLO!! i wanted you to know that you’ve inspired me a lot this past year and yr positivity helped me to become more genuine and discover a lot of love and kindness inside my heart ^_^! i hope you are well and also!!! happy late valentine’s day <3!

KATT T__T THAT IS SOSWEET i am soooo happy i helped with that!!!!!!!!! it always is a joy whenever people say ive helped them find more positivity in their lives and stuff it means everything to me :,,,DDD thank you so so much and i hope your valentines was great tooo!!! 🌈

#ask

[kpopstanships]

Idol Life Ship #1

This is an Idol Life ship ordered by @niohoon thank you so much for re-requesting as well as your continued support darling. Here is your idol life.

Your Stage Name: Shadow

Your Agency: SM Entertainment

Your Group Name: AOS (Ace of Spades) a 7 member girl group

Your Position: Center, Vocalist

Your Fandom Name: Jokers

Your Concept: Girl Crush with a poker/card game side theme

Your Greeting: "All Ace! Hello we are AOS"

What you are known for: Your more reserved personality and how secretive you are with fans, they like the mysterious edge that you give off and it makes you stand out from your members and other idols.

Your female best friend: Kim Min-jeong (aka Winter)

Your male best friend: Watanabe Haruto

You end up in a dating scandal with: Lee Taeyong

You are actually dating: Dong Sicheng (WinWin)

Thank you again for your order and I hope you like your ship. Feel free to request again at any time.

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Side note: I have decided to retheme how I do my ships, please let me know if you like the new ship layout or prefer the old one!

↪ With love: Katt 

#kpop ships #ships #kpop #personality ship #selca ships #↪ request: idol life ship #↪ guest: niohoon

[gilsart]

I don't know much about the characters in your novel because I don't know much about history, but I loved the silly drawings of Katte and his friends! They are a gang of idiots!

(I'm sorry for the bad English)

ahh thank you so much 🥺 they are indeed! and your english is perfect. i'm not a native speaker myself so don't worry about it when you're sending asks into my inbox!

as for not knowing much about their history, there are valuable sources around but i guess you can just open wikipedia for a general smattering.

regardless, thank you again 💕 it's important to me that i capture humanity in the people i write about (by drawing silly stuff too) and comments like this make me realise i've been doing a good job so far

#answers

[nordic-language-love]

4, 7 and 15 for the language asks !

Thank you so much! 💖

4) Favorite book in your target language that you read this year? Does the unpublished book my friend wrote count? It's called Ragnar Katt og Islandske Tomater

7) Favorite song in your target language this year? Ooof, there's lots, so these are just ones I picked out of all the ones I love! Norwegian: Ekko inni meg - Jone Japanese: Why Can't I Be a Turtle FF7R. Ver - 鈴木光人、土岐望

15) What are you most proud of in your language learning journey this year? Difficult to say really because there are lots of small things that make me feel proud in regards to Japanese. It's things like being able to deal with a situation in the classroom because I understand what the kids are saying, or finally understanding every word of the announcement on the train, or recognising a word because I actually learned the kanji. I guess I'm just proud that I've made some progress. It's not the progress I was hoping to make, but it's still progress!

#ask game

[tabellae-rex-in-sui]

do you have any information on frederick wilhelm i's relationship with his children? (specifically frederick the great), thanks in advance!

Oho boy do I...

There's a lot and I'm definitely not going to be able to remember or write everything, so Fritz mutuals please add stuff if you'd like!

I'll try and keep it brief cuz idk how much you want

So FW was a famously violent man, likely due to a genetic condition that affected the House of Hanover and Hohenzollerns because inbreeding. He terrorized his cousin, the future King George II, when they were children. As an adult, he notably beat random strangers in the street for not loving him enough, and he had a kind of court jester (who was actually a historian) who he absolutely tormented, like really badly. So he had anger issues, to put it lightly, and a dark sense of humor.

Initially when Fritz was still a child, he and FW got on well. Fritz played with a war drum and toy soldiers and FW, known as the Soldier King for his obsession with his military, was thrilled. Eventually as Fritz entered his teen years, he started to develop his own personality and interests, which did not at all align with FW's. He became interested in poetry, literature, music, and French culture. All of which was encouraged by his mother, daughter of George I, she was raised with an appreciation for culture and art, unlike her husband who saw it as unmanly and a waste of money. So we have two parents steering Fritz in opposite directions and poor Fritz caught in the middle. Fritz starts to rebel and amasses a secret library, he starts to take flute lessons in secret, he befriends people like Katte who spoke French and had traveled to ~Enlightened~ places like Paris and London, he dresses in lavish dressing gowns and curled hair, he wears gloves in the cold, he eats with a three-pronged fork, he has long hair, he doesn't like the military, he questions religion, he mocks officials behind his father's back, he was, is FW's words, "effeminate". FW became much colder and stricter towards Fritz to try and "correct" him which turned to physical and emotional abuse. There's countless anecdotes of FW beating his son with his cane, he threw plates at him and did not feed him at times, he'd throw, kick, and hit him, and even once choked him with a curtain cord to the extent that a servant had to interfere to spare Fritz's life. He also told Fritz that if he (FW) was treated like this by his father, he'd kill himself. Another frequent target of FW's violence was Wilhelmine, Frederick's older sister, whom he was very close with. She details in her memoirs how he would beat her and Frederick. A specific instance occured after Frederick's failed escape plot with Katte and Keith. FW suspected Wilhelmine's involvement and punched and kicked her repeatedly until she blacked out. And what followed is probably the most horrified thing FW ever did, Katte's execution which was specifically done so to traumatized Fritz enough to make him compliant into basically being rebuilt as a whole new person as FW wanted. Obviously, the didn't happen. Fritz was still severely traumatized, but he just got better at hiding parts of himself rather than actually abandoning his "effeminate" interests. FW's whole "re-education" culminated in Fritz's arranged marriage...

#look I only covered a portion of only 2 kids out of like 10 #but idbdbdjdk theres just so much to say #ask #anon ask