#if you’re gonna meow might as well go all the way

[cerise-on-top]

hellooooo! can you write on how you think Laswell and Valeria would react to their wife’s randomly bringing home a small kitten she found on the side of the road/in a ally? Also I hope you are feeling better lovely!

Hello! In all honesty, I'm not doing too great right now, I should really be resting up, but I can't because of work! Oh well, it happens!

Valeria and Laswell’s S/O Bringing Home a Kitten

Valeria: She would not care for the little thing in the slightest, in all honesty. Valeria knows that she’s absent very often, so she can’t exactly blame you for wanting a small animal companion to keep you company. Besides, she’d rather have it be a small animal than some other person. Still, she’s not the biggest fan of animals. While she may not hate them, she simply doesn’t care about them, regardless of what they are or how cute they may be to anyone else. You can keep your little kitten, she doesn’t care too much about it as long as she gets you to herself when she is at home. However, if the cat gets more of your attention than she does, that’s when she’s starting to get a little bit jealous. If you’re not looking, she’ll shoo the little critter away, hoping it’ll get the message and leave you and her alone. That’s when she’ll come to dislike your kitten a little bit. However, if you bug her enough about it, she might begrudgingly apologize to it, but only when you’re around. She won’t be outright mean to it, but she will put it away from your lap and place it somewhere else if she thinks you’re paying too much attention to it. The little critter can meow all it wants, it’s not getting any extra treats from her. Valeria will only feed it when you don’t have the time to do so, and even then it’s on thin ice. Although she usually prides herself on being a competent and confident woman, it’s so evident that Valeria’s as jealous as it gets, and of a cat as well. You can tease her about it too, she won’t really do anything about it because she can’t. She loves you and doesn’t wanna hurt you, which includes not hurting your stinky furball. It’s obvious it makes you happy, and that’s what she wants to see in this otherwise rotten world.

Laswell: Although she isn’t the biggest animal lover, she can appreciate a cute animal when she sees one, but wasn’t sure she heard you correctly when you claimed to have rescued that kitten from an alley. Laswell knows that cats are independent enough when they’re older, at the very least, but you can’t really leave a kitten all alone for now. Besides, what if it’s got some sort of disease? As long as you take good care of it, Laswell won’t mind having a kitten be brought home, but she won’t have too much time to take care of it either, so you’re gonna have to be committed to taking care of it. She may not be a fan of having a cat around at home at first, but she grows fond of it anyway. Think of all the “My dad and the cat he didn’t want at first” memes, that’s literally her. Either way, she does think you have a heart of gold for wanting to rescue a small and defenseless animal that had nowhere to go. However, don’t make it a habit to continuously rescue animals, she doesn’t have the time or space for all of them, so please just keep it to one, maybe two, at most. Laswell, when she can, will feed the kitten and play with it. Sometimes you might even catch her sleeping with it. Especially when the kitten is more mature and has calmed down from all the playing frenzy, that’s when Laswell might hug it more often and sometimes even take naps with it. Will help you out whenever you need anything from her. Your cat needs to go to the vet? It needs some more food? The last few toys you got for it are broken and or torn? Don’t worry, Laswell’s got you covered. She’s got enough money to make your cat’s life very luxurious, as luxurious as it gets, even. The food will be of the highest quality, it will get all the meds it could possibly need, if it needs them, and the toys will always be provided for. The little kitten probably couldn’t have asked for better owners, in all honesty.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #the girls are so incredibly popular on this blog it makes me very happy #oh before I forget #fem!reader #although there's no mention of reader's gender #I don't really have much to say as of right now #it's insane to me how it's the end of february soon enough already #the years just seem to get shorter and shorter the more time pases it seems #interesting. I once talked to my co worker about this and he said I can't even imagine how he feels with how quick they go by #I took him by his word. the passage of time is so odd. some days won't pass and others seem to last an hour at most #but that's not what anyone is here for #please enjoy!

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

I wrote a little something for @lesservillain Strange and Spooky stories. 🐈‍⬛🧡

Prompt: Black Cat - When a bunch of kids were chasing around a black cat, your muse decides to save the day…by bringing it home. WK: 1.2k

Warnings: Implied sexual content but no actual smut annnnd that’s it, just Eddie being cute n sweet to a lil kitty in need.😉🧡

Eddie was sitting on the front steps of his trailer enjoying a smoke when he heard high pitched laughter and the sound of feet on gravel. He figured it was the kids that lived a row over rough housing so he brushed it off.

But then he heard it getting closer and when he looked to his left he saw a little black cat running straight towards him with a gang of kids in tow. The cat looked panicked as the kids ran after it squealing.

The ball of black fur kept running until it was directly under the step he was sitting on, looking up at him. Its bright green eyes were nearly consumed by the black of its pupils, Eddie couldn’t help but think they looked almost human.

“Hey! Give us that cat!” One of the boys yelled as they approached.

“Is this your cat?” Eddie questioned the boy with a raised eyebrow.

“We found it first! Finders keepers!” The girl next to him stomped her foot, a slight lisp in her voice due to her two missing front teeth.

“Well, I think you guys might be scaring it. You always want to approach cats slowly and quietly if you want them to like you. Why don’t you try calling it over, calmly.” Eddie gave the kids a reassuring smile, he knew they didn’t mean any harm, they were just excited.

The smaller boy who hadn’t spoken up yet crouches down so he could see the cat hiding under the step.

“Here kitty, come here kitty.” He pats his small hand against his leg in an attempt to lure the cat out.

“You aren’t doing it right!! Do it like this!” The little girl walks closer until she’s just a few feet from the steps and crouches down with her head tipped to the side.

“Hey cat! Come out of there! I wanna pet you!” She smacks her hand against the ground and the cat hisses, burrowing itself further into the shadows of the stairs.

“I don’t think it’s going to come out you guys, maybe come back later and try again? It might calm down a bit.” He just wants these kids to leave him and this poor cat alone at this point.

“Whatever, my mom says you’re weird and I shouldn’t talk to you anyway, that cat is probably weird because it likes you.” The older boy sticks his tongue out before turning on his heel with his companions in tow.

Eddie rolls his eyes and scoffs, even the kids in this town give him shit. Ridiculous.

“Meow.”

“Hello there.” Eddie perked up, tilting his head to try and get a better look at his new furry friend. “I’m sorry those kids were bugging you, guess they ended up bugging both of us.”

He chuckles, almost feeling ridiculous for talking to this cat like it would understand him.

But something about the way the cat was looking at him almost made him feel like it did.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside now kitty. You can hide there as long as you want.”

He got up, stamping out his cigarette under his sneaker before brushing his hands on his jeans. But before he could walk up the steps the cat walked cautiously out from under them. Looking back and forth like it was checking that the cost was clear.

“You’re all good, those kids are gone. For now at least.” He smiled at the cat, crouching down and offering his hand for it to sniff.

The cat approached him slowly, holding eye contact with him the entire time until it was right in front of him cautiously sniffing his hand. After a second it seemed to have deemed him safe and rubbed its head against his hand, allowing him to scratch behind its ears.

Eddie felt around for a collar that might indicate that the cat belonged to someone but he found nothing.

“Hmmm… you don’t seem to belong to anyone, what're you doing here, huh? You got a name? I’m Eddie.”

“Meow”

It was giving him that look again, and the way that it’s head shook up and down against his hand almost felt like it nodded at him.

“Are you a girl kitty? You kinda seem like a girl.” He raised his eyebrow as he continued running his hands through the soft black fur.

“Meow.”

Again the cat's head seemed to almost nod.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Well, what am I gonna do with you? It’s kinda cold out here… I don’t know what I have that you would wanna eat but you could come inside and get warm?”

He wanted to laugh at himself for talking to this cat like she understood him, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that she did.

She purred, meowing again before jumping up the stairs to stand in front of the door, looking at him expectantly. He chuckled at the cat's odd behavior as he walked up to the door, pulling it open for her.

She scurried inside, immediately jumping up on the couch to sit on her hind legs. She stared at him, cocking her head to the side almost like she was studying him.

“Well… I’ll uh, see if I can find you something to eat, want some water?”

He brought his hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, not sure what to do now that the cat was inside just staring at him like that. This time there was no questioning if she nodded her head or not, it was plain as day, humanlike.

“Okay…”

Eddie shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, maybe the cat didn’t nod, a cat with human eyes? He’s being ridiculous, that shit Rick gave him really was strong. He turned on the sink to fill a small bowl with water and just as he started to fill it he saw purple smoke billowing in from the other room.

“What the-!?”

He ran through the smoke into the living room, not even thinking about if it could be some kind of toxin but his steps came to a halt when the couch came into view.

Sitting where the cat just had been was single handedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she was fucking naked.

“Hello Eddie, I am a girl, and I do have a name by the way.” She told him her name, and it was beautiful, just like her voice, just like the rest of her.

His jaw dropped and he stuttered, trying to find the words to respond but his brain was going a mile a minute and he couldn’t settle on a single thought.

“Thank you for helping me by the way, I really appreciate it. Let me return the favor.”

She approached him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, giving him that look that he now knows is human, at least to some extent. There was no way he wasn’t dreaming right now.

But when she dropped to her knees in front of him, when he devoured her, and ravaged her, the way their bodies touched to some extent until the sun came up and he couldn’t stay awake anymore. There was no way it wasn’t real, and if it wasn’t, he didn’t want to know.

When he woke to the late morning sun beaming in on his face, he was alone, his bed empty. He would’ve believed it was a dream after all if it wasn’t for the scratch marks on his chest and the little silver bell sitting on the pillow next to him.

#lesservillain #lesservillain Halloween #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie munson blurb #Eddie munson one shot

[c00kieguy]

Boo! April Fools!

A/N: I know I'm more than 2 weeks late shhh. Anyway, pranking Jing Yuan, Welt, Boothill and Dr. Ratio. Not proofread.

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Jing Yuan

You choose a very classic prank for this. All you needed was a piece of paper, some ink and something to stick it with

“Morning Jing Yuan.” You greet the general and hug him. He accepts your hug graciously but unbeknownst to him you stick a piece of paper to his back.

The rest of Jing Yuan’s day was…something.

“Good morning Jing Yuan.” “Rest well, Jing Yuan?” “Would you like some tea Jing Yuan?” Sure it all sounded like normal morning talk but…not a single person called him General. Not even Yanqing.

“Good morning Jing Yuan! Shall I start my training now?” Absurd. He’s close to losing it. I mean, he didn’t mind being called by his name but this…no…there was too much wrong with this.

When you reveal your schemes he’s very amused and gives you one of his signature hearty laughs. “I’m surprised everyone went along with it.” “They just wanted an excuse to see you confused since you’re always so calm and collected” “Ah….”

Welt

Now this was a very interesting case. Welt wasn’t someone easy to prank, besides, you hardly knew much about him.

One important tit bit you managed to bribe out of the trailblazer tho was his immense love for collectables, and that’s all the help you needed for your prank.

Welt takes his time surveying the cabins of the express for anything odd. It was a quiet day but it never hurt to be a little cautious, besides, he was bored so might as well.

On his way back to the main cabin he spots something amazing, a small trinket, so small that he almost missed it. Getting down on one knee he realizes that it’s a small keychain of some sort with a toy robot at one end.

The man really felt like it was his birthday, sure it could belong to someone else but, small joys like these were rare.

When he goes it pick it up however, it seemed to have been stuck to the ground

You take the opportunity to start filming him from out of sight, this was going to be hilarious!

Welt tugs on it once, twice then on the third try he rips it off the floor with little to no effort. You just stare at him flabbergasted, was the super glue that weak? No…that can’t be it

You decide not to confront him about the incident and delete any video evidence, Aeon knew what he’d do to you if he found out…

Boothill

What a carefree guy he was, but Boothill got annoyed very quickly so you had many options to screw with him.

That made it harder to pick however, but ultimately you decide on something very devious.

Sneaking into his room at knight you carefully connect your device to him via the usb port on his hip. After that it was only a matter of adding your code to the existing one and voila, done!

Unfortunately your luck ended there. 

“What do mew think mew’re doing nya?”

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“WHAT DID MEW DO TO MEOW?” He looks furious and you’re doing your best not to laugh but you have to physically bite down on your lips to stop yourself. “Stop purring and fix thisss!!” Yea you lost it.

You spend the rest of the day undoing your mess with the occasional cocky rhetoric from your cyborg friend. You’re gonna really miss this tho, he sounds so cute saying all those adorable cat puns. You swore sometimes he’d growl like a cat whenever you slacked off for a bit

Overall, extremely tedious to fix, but was it worth it? Very.

Dr. Ratio

Another tricky guy, you had to pull so many strings just to get everything ready so you hoped the payoff would be worth it.

You set up a small outing with Topaz, Aventurine and Ratio and go to meet up with them, so far only Topaz was there and Ratio joins you swiftly.

“Um…can we help you?” Topaz asks him. “Excuse me?” “Is there anything you need…?” “No? I’m here because you invited me.” You two give each other a very lost look.

“Sorry, do we know you?” Ratio looked like he was close to losing a few brain cells for sure. Luckily just then Aventurine arrived and Ratio visibly looked a little relaxed.

“Heyyy, who’s the new guy?” Yea no, he’s not relaxed anymore, the doctor looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

“Is this some sort idiotic prank? I’m not interested in playing your stupid games-”

“Oh wait, I know you!” Topaz pipes up. “You’re Sunday right? Can’t believe I missed that signature blue hair.” The three of you share understanding nods between each other as if you had just uncovered some ancient truth. Out of the corner of your eye you swore you saw the doc’s eye twitch.

Luckily you and Topaz managed to slip out of there just as you hear Ratio’s brick book make contact with Aventurine’s head.

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#hsr #hsr headcanons #hsr jing yuan #hsr welt #hsr boothill #hsr dr ratio #hsr fanfic #star rail headcanons #honkai star rail #reader insert #star rail jing yuan #star rail welt #star rail boothill #star rail dr ratio #hsr aventurine #hsr topaz #c00kie.writes

[fickleminder]

let us die young (or let us live forever)

Life in the Devildom living with seven demon lords is pretty darn good. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that you’re loved, wholly, irrevocably, and forever.

Rushed this in a week wooooooo *dies*

You sigh in relief as someone gently places a cool, damp towel on your heated forehead. A drop of water slides off your temple before a gloved thumb rubs it away, and you crack your eyes open blearily.

Lucifer smiles down at you. “Good morning, dearest. How are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” you groan, reaching out to grasp at his waistcoat weakly. He covers your hand with his and squeezes it in comfort. “I think it was whatever special ingredient Mammon added to my noodles yesterday…”

“And that’s why you should always follow the instructions on the cup,” the demon chides, not unkindly. Seeing you in such a pathetic state usually either amps up his sadism or makes him softer than normal. You’re just grateful it’s the latter this time.

You whine miserably. “This sucks… I feel like I’m gonna die…”

“You won’t,” comes the surprisingly firm answer to your dramatics. Lucifer looks you in the eye and dips his head. “We’ll take care of you, and we won’t ever let it come to that.”

Your cheeks warm, even with the fever. “Thanks Luci.”

Lucifer sighs at the nickname but bends forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “Rest well, love. And don’t worry, you’re safe with us.”

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“Hey, you have Advanced Potions next semester right? Wanna get matching cauldron kits?”

“…Are they Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan themed?”

“You are a true friend, my Henry!” Levi gleefully adds the aforementioned items to his cart. “I can’t wait! We have to be partners during the labs, and sit at the same bench, and share notes, and OMG! They even have matching goggle sets!”

“That’s one way to get you to show up at RAD,” you laugh, watching fondly as Levi clicks away with abandon. While he’s on a roll, you take some time to think about other things you might want to order for yourself.

Some days you still can’t believe how quickly Akuzon had started to stock items from the human world, with the range of products steadily increasing by the week. It’s a promising sign that Diavolo’s exchange program is bearing fruit, and Levi’s account has more or less become a joint one; he’s a lifetime member with exclusive discounts that would take centuries for you to rack up had you created your own from scratch. Although he has to pay additional taxes for inter-realm shipping, he lets you order anything you want and is effectively your go-to man whenever you need deliveries.

All of this at your fingertips without having to leave the comfort of the house? The least you could do in return is be lab partners with your favorite otaku.

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The ambient chorus of meows and purrs is interrupted by sharp vibrations from an otherwise silent phone. Satan doesn’t take his eyes off the snoozing tabby on his lap as he plucks his D.D.D. from his jacket pocket. “Hello?”

From the other side of the play area, you see him stiffen. Is everything okay? You mouth at him.

His head whips towards you with what seems like fear in his eyes, and then he does something you never imagined he’d ever do:

He shakes the sleeping cat off and quickly walks out the door.

Now worried, you gently extricate yourself from the furry pile you’ve been lounging under and follow him.

“—call you back, now’s really not a good time… Thanks, Solomon.”

Satan hangs up a split second before you reach him. “Was that Sol? I haven’t heard from him in a while. Is he alright?”

“Yes, of course!” Satan hurries to assure you, plastering on a bright grin you know him well enough to tell is fake. “He was just asking about some rare books, but it’s nothing urgent.”

“You sure? If he’s in town, we can meet him along the way—”

“And let him interrupt our date? Not a chance.” He opens the door and practically manhandles you back inside. “Come on, we still have twenty minutes on the clock.”

You don’t remember the last time you spoke to Solomon, but it’d be nice to say hi and offer to catch up sometime. Maybe you can drop him a text later and arrange something. For now, your focus lies solely on the swarm of kitties begging for pets and skritches and an equally attention-hungry demon who sticks to your side like glue.

The rest of the day is spent on a cat cafe hopping spree. Satan pays for everything and demands compensation in the form of your company over dinner and a photo gallery overflowing with selfies and cats and stolen kisses.

By the time he escorts you to your room, you only have enough energy left for a quick shower before crawling into bed. You pass out the moment your head hits your pillow, and any thoughts of contacting Solomon slip your mind completely.

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“Treasure, you gotta understand! The second I show my face up there, my ass is toast!”

“Lucifer says I can only go if you come with me, but I’m sure he’ll make an exception if I ask Asmo,” you threaten.

You don’t get homesick often (the Devildom has more or less become your second home after all), but on the rare occasions you do, it’s nothing a quick trip to the human world can’t remedy. Visiting family and friends, hanging out at old haunts… A good dose of nostalgia never fails to comfort you. If only you knew how to create the right portals…

Mammon looks genuinely regretful. “Listen, I just need some time, okay? After I deal with those witches, I’ll take you anywhere you want, I promise!”

You sigh, but you know you could never say no to your first man.

He must have spoken to his brothers, because after your conversation it seems like they all take turns to occupy you. Lucifer has errands he’s too busy to run, Levi embarks on the co-op mode of his current game, Satan discovers a new series of detective novels, Asmo needs a model for his upcoming fashion show, Beel wants a spotter for his latest workout routine, and Belphie can’t sleep on anything that’s not your lap.

The best part is? It actually works.

Spending time with your favorite demons is like a balm that soothes the itch in your soul, distracting you from the yearning that seeps into the cracks between your days and weighs you down. It works so well that eventually, the feeling fades away.

(Mammon never does settle his debts, but then again, when does he ever?)

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Thirteen opens the door and freezes, her face as pale as a ghost.

“Hi.” You flash her a smile and wave sheepishly. “Sorry to show up out of nowhere. I—”

She grabs your arm and yanks you inside. The door shuts and locks behind you.

“Uh, it’s good to see you too?” You let yourself be dragged along a dark corridor, not wanting to get between her and whatever mission she’s on. “I just— I was wondering if I could crash here for a bit. I just need some time to decompress without the brothers constantly breathing down my neck—”

“How did you get away?” Thirteen demands, her pace not faltering in the slightest. You still don’t know where she’s taking you.

“I walked out of the house? I mean, I’m not supposed to be outside on my own, so I snuck out.”

More like you stormed off, but she doesn’t need to know that. Past a certain point, distractions became annoyances, and the brothers’ attention turned into clinginess. It was like they had lost all understanding about the concept of personal time and space, so you decided to escape to the one place they would never think to go: the reaper’s cave.

Thirteen has her D.D.D. pressed to an ear now, speaking frantically. “Solomon! I was fucking right, you bastard! Get Raphael and— Hello? HELLO?! …Shit.”

That’s right, you remember wanting to give Solomon a call several weeks back. How did you forget? More importantly—

“Since when were you two on speaking terms?” You ask. “Also, I thought you didn’t like Raphael?”

“No time to explain, just trust me.” She leads you to a familiar room and stops, turning to face you with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen. “Wait here, and don’t you dare move from this spot! You’ll be safe, I promise.”

And then she’s gone.

Your gaze drifts over the massive cavern that glitters with an ocean of life candles, gravitating towards where you know yours and the brothers’ are. All of theirs are standing strong, as expected, and yours…

It could be your imagination, but the light from your candle has an unnatural gleam to it. The flame is slightly off-shade compared to the rest and flickers erratically. Even the wax seems as though it has melted and rehardened again and again, its misshapen structure somewhat crooked—

Somebody grabs your shoulders and spins you around. You gasp, the looming shadows surrounding you preventing you from seeing their face clearly. All you can make out are a pair of peach-colored eyes and the eerie pink glow to them…

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You feel the headache pounding in your skull even before opening your eyes. Groaning weakly, you hear someone pouring something before smooth, lotion-scented fingers stroke at your cheeks.

“Oh darling, are you awake?”

Asmo’s worried face is the first thing you see, hovering over you. You’re in your room, tucked snugly in your bed, and your throat is absolutely parched.

“I’m so sorry, I should have kept a better eye on you,” Asmo says, helping you sit up and handing you two hangover tablets with a tall glass of water. He holds it steady as you take small sips and waits patiently for you to finish the whole thing. “Silly me, I keep forgetting humans can’t ingest too much alcohol in one sitting without hydrating.”

“…Did we go out last night?”

“We were at The Fall, celebrating my latest cover from Majolish!” Asmo sets the glass down and presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “Are you feeling alright? Any headaches?”

The memories are a blur. You’ve always been a responsible drinker, and you’ve never passed out at a club before. Perhaps you had gotten careless; Diavolo recently started importing Demonus with actual alcohol in them, but you had gotten too used to being unaffected by copious amounts of the liquor.

Asmo takes your silence as affirmative. He pours you more water and helps you down it as well, cooing words of comfort and praise in your ear. As he holds the glass to your lips, your eyes are drawn to the fresh coat of paint on his nails.

Noticing your stare, the demon grins widely. “How about a spa day to make up for it? I can start with a manicure while you stay in bed~”

“Sounds good. You’re the best, Asmo.”

His eyes twinkle like rose diamonds in the night sky.

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Beel spending hours in the kitchen is an everyday occurrence. But him cooking a special meal just for someone? Not so much.

“Aww, thank you Beel! You really didn’t have to.” The moment he sets the steaming bowl of soup down, you give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s an apology on behalf of my brothers,” he explains, pulling out your chair for you. “We knew you were feeling homesick lately but we still crowded you for attention. We’re sorry, we should have listened to you instead.”

Everyone at the dinner table nods in agreement, perfectly content to let the Avatar of Gluttony do the talking. Those silly demons… You can’t find it in yourself to hold a grudge against them.

“Apology accepted. This is such a big bowl though, do you want to share?” You offer him your spoon, but he gently pushes it back.

“It’s for you,” Beel insists, patting your head fondly. “I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

The soup is delicious, and the fact that there’s not a trace of jealousy on his brothers’ faces is a testament to how much they’ve matured.

You finish every last drop with relish.

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You’re dreaming again.

It’s like you’re a spectator and a participant all at once; the world is fuzzy at the edges and you can’t hear clearly, but your body moves like an actor following a well-rehearsed script.

Someone leads you to a chair. You sit down. There’s a table with a whole cake in front of you. It’s bright outside. You can’t see their faces, but you know you’re surrounded by your family and friends. It feels like forever since you last held them.

One by one, they step forward to add a small candle to your cake. The people keep coming, they don’t stop, and soon enough you can’t even see the top layer of icing anymore. The flames seem to dance in place, slowly merging into a single entity…

The cake turns into your life candle. It stands tall and proud, unwavering, undying, and you watch as your hands reach out to grab at the wax, twisting and straining to break it in half. You think you hear a faint crack, and then—

Belphie looms over you, adjusting the towel on your forehead. He smiles when he notices that you’re awake. “Hey. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

You let him fuss over you, wiping away the excess water and tucking you back in. “W’time ‘sit…”

“A little past midnight. You went into a food coma after dinner, so Beel carried you to bed. I wanted to cuddle with you but you seemed a little feverish. Lucifer said a cold towel might help.”

“It does, I feel much better already.” Your heart warms at the thoughtful gesture. Belphie may be a lazy brat but he’s always got your back. “Cuddle now?”

“Anything for you.” He slides under the covers and makes himself comfortable, careful not to jostle you too much in the process. “Sleep. I’ll make sure you only have good dreams.”

And he does. You dream of a fancy ball at Diavolo’s castle, dressed to the nines and taking turns to dance with the brothers.

When you wake up in the morning, you’ve never felt more rested.

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“It’s a little funny, now that I think about it,” you muse, pausing at the doorway while waiting for your housemates to catch up. “Normally humans can’t wait to get out of school, but if they get damned then they end up back there.”

Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Is there anything you want to highlight about our curriculum?”

You laugh and shake your head. “I’m just picturing telling kids to study hard or they might just end up studying for the rest of their afterlives. Not being able to graduate is like a special brand of hell.”

It’s the first day of the new semester. Lucifer ushers you and his brothers out the door, strict as ever about punctuality. “Not hell, this is the Devildom.”

“I know, I know—”

“And it wouldn’t be home without you.” He smiles, taking your hand in his and holding it all the way to RAD.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me thirteen

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

(The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Chapter 4: The Mysterious Case of Wang Fu

Two teens sit in frame this time. Marinette is half in Tim’s lap, her legs slung over his and leaning heavily against him. Assumedly in an attempt to be annoying. Tim doesn’t look bothered in the slightest, though. Both of them are snickering into their hands.

They look normal.

If only their cat wasn’t in frame, ruining the otherwise cute scene. It is staring unblinkingly at the camera, into the viewer’s very souls.

“Adrien,” coos Marinette.

It finally blinks, purring as it makes its way over to the two teens.

“Think we can get him to do the intro for us?” Tim jokes, picking up the cat and hugging him to his chest.

“Probably not,” she says.

Tim’s shoulders slump in defeat.

Then, the cat starts meowing. Insistently. As if it is actually telling people what the video is about.

Even Marinette and Tim look mildly surprised for a moment. They exchange glances. Before turning their full attention to their cat, nodding along attentively as it informed the audience.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” says Marinette, scratching beneath his ear.

Tim grins. “Now that we have all been briefed, I’m gonna roll the intro.”

The dubstep has made it to Paris, and is back with a vengeance. The pair of terrible songs from two videos back have been combined into one even worse amalgamation, a cacophony of sounds that beat down on the ears without reprieve. The words ‘Paris Files’, ‘Tim Drake’, and ‘Marinette Dupain-Cheng’ bounce around the screen and off of each other like the most aggressive of Windows screensavers.

The pair of humans sit on the beach. It is definitely chilly out, because both of them are wearing turtlenecks and long pants. It is a slightly windy day, though it is creeping into a windy night, the sun sinking lower and lower on the horizon.

It is a pleasant scene. Like one out of a coming-of-age movie, where the characters are about to have a deep conversation about life in which they plainly state the message the writers were trying to get across.

Save for the doll.

Between them is what must be the world’s creepiest doll. It is made of porcelain, which is never a good start. It is messy, but not in the way a doll should be, in that well-loved way that you might see in relation to a childhood toy. Instead, it is messy in the way that suggests it is old, likely older than even the two teens crowded around it. Its hair and beard would be, nicely, described as windswept. Not as nicely, one would call it scraggly. Its clothes are rumpled beyond repair. It looks as if it might have been colorful at one point, but now those colors are faded and washed out. It is actually not all that hard to believe that they had found the thing washed up on the shore while out doing classic coming-of-age things, only to have their movie abruptly change genres.

Neither of them seems particularly eager to get close to it.

To be fair, though, the doll is creepy enough to make even the staunchest of nonbelievers hesitate.

Marinette hugs her backpack closer to herself, watching the doll out of the corner of her eyes. “Now, I know Adrien has already briefed everyone, and he of course did an amazing job, but for those of you that don’t speak cat… today, we’re going to be trying to make contact with this… supposedly haunted doll,” she begins.

“We took it to the beach because, frankly, we don’t want to bring this thing home,” Tim admits, squinting suspiciously at the doll. “Because it’s creepy. But also because it was provided by a fan, and we don’t want to risk it having GPS trackers or cameras in it.”

“Not that we’re hiding anything!” Marinette adds, in a tone that very much suggests they might be hiding something. “Just… boundaries, you know?”

“Don’t be parasocial,” Tim says, nodding sagely. “Unless you’re giving me money, like this particularly wonderful viewer did, then it’s okay.”

“Do you think that counts as a sponsorship disclaimer?”

Tim considers this, and then shrugs.

Well, that answers that.

Marinette finally opens the backpack, reaching a hand inside. “Now, first, we should get our Spirit Box –.” She shrieks and almost chucks the bag at Tim in sheer shock and horror.

Thankfully, Tim’s response to fear is also flight, and therefore he is quick to dodge.

The camera pans to the backpack. It is wiggling, slightly, despite no one having touched it.

A furry black head pokes out of the bag.

“Adrien?!” Marinette says. “How did you get in there?!”

Adrien does not respond. Possibly because he looks somewhat dazed, wobbling uncertainly as he clambers out of the bag. More likely, though, it is because he is a cat.

Tim scrambles to pick up the cat, tugging it into his arms, letting it hang limp. The cat seems perfectly content to let this happen, unaware of the fact that it is done less out of love of snuggles and more because Tim doesn’t want it to run away.

Marinette picks up the backpack again, though warily, as if she is half-expecting to find another furry creature hidden inside of it. She pulls out her phone and points the flashlight inside. Her face pales. Perhaps there really is a second, secret creature.

“Hey, Tim… there’s no Spirit Box in here.”

Tim’s eyebrows knit confusedly. “What? I know I packed it.”

Marinette frowns and starts to check again, only to pause. Her head tips forward to rest against the backpack. She sighs, deeply. “Hey, Tim, do we have two Spirit Boxes?”

“No…?”

“Adrien kicked it out to make room for himself,” she says. “I saw it and thought it was just a spare so I left it.”

“You thought we could afford two Spirit Boxes?”

“I don’t know your financial state,” Marinette says, shrugging. “But I’ve been to your house. You can absolutely afford two Spirit Boxes.”

He hesitates. And then shrugs in vague acknowledgement of this fact. “Okay, fair. But you thought I would bother?”

She considers this, briefly.

And then she hums as if to say ‘yeah, true’.

Tim doesn’t seem to know how to feel about this.

He decides to move on with a small shake of his head. “Well, since Adrien has decided that the Spirit Box is of the devil, we’re going to be using a Ouija Board instead. Much less evil.”

The cat turns and looks at the camera. It looks exasperated, but when do cats not?

“It’s way less likely to be taken seriously by you guys, but it’s what we’ve got,” sighs Marinette.

She pulls out the Ouija Board. For a brief moment, the wind picks up. Marinette and Tim look vaguely annoyed by this. Probably because of their hair, which immediately finds its way into their faces.

But it dies down quickly after that, so they continue to set up, setting their Ouija Board in front of the being.

Tim takes a deep breath.

“You may interact with this plane for as long as I allow you to. The moment I tell you to stop, you must do so.”

The doll, being a doll, says nothing to suggest that it has agreed to his terms.

Tim does not seem to care for a response, though, because he sighs and sits himself down beside Marinette at the Ouija Board. He lets go of Adrien, letting the cat spill into his lap. He had clearly been hesitant to do so, but Adrien is surprisingly still, only the barest flicking of his tail to suggest that he is even awake.

“Right, uh,” says Marinette. “We’re welcoming you to…” she waves a hand vaguely. “Well, I’m sure you know.”

Tim clears his throat. “We’re welcoming you to use this board. You may move our hands, and only our hands.”

Marinette gives him a grateful look.

She sighs and sets her hands on the planchette with Tim’s.

Tim looks at Marinette, quietly expectant, but she says nothing. Her gaze has drifted to the doll. Her expression is hard to read.

Adrien’s tail, briefly, pauses. And then it speeds up. He narrows his eyes at the doll.

“... we would like you to answer some questions for us,” says Tim. He is watching Marinette, now, his head tilted to the side in silent question.

His lips begin to curl into a frown when she doesn’t respond to it.

“If anyone is there, say ‘Hello’.”

Marinette drags the planchette along the board, spelling out the word ‘He’ before her hands pause. Then, in a jerky motion, her hands push the planchette to the ‘Hello’ option, as if the ‘ghost’ has just realized it was there.

Her face hasn’t twitched once. There’s no humor there, nor is there fear. Her expression is blank, absent, to the point where it’s almost unnerving. Her head is not tilted in a way that she could even see the board, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the doll.

Tim’s hands have moved off the board by now. He looks – confused, to say the least.

Adrien’s tail is wagging so fast he could be mistaken for a dog. He is making a low growling noise in his throat.

Tim leans over the board to touch her shoulder. A ginger poke, at first, as if to see if she would jump, and then he shifts to rest his entire hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, Mari, I’ll cut around this… uh, you know we’re not supposed to fake things, right?”

Marinette doesn’t answer.

“You’re… freaking me out…?” he says, slowly, awkwardly.

She lurches suddenly, her hands locking around his throat.

There is no faking the terror that blows his eyes wide. He makes a choked sound, his lips forming a sentence no one can hear. He tugs at her fingers fruitlessly.

There is a blur of colors and motion. Tim trying to throw Marinette off. Marinette, completely unmoving, showing no signs of strain as she grips his neck tighter. Tim thrashing.

A flicker of black.

One of Marinette’s hands jerks away from Tim, towards the doll.

Adrien sinking his teeth into its neck.

Too-dark blood spilling from the porcelain.

Marinette falls limp.

Tim almost doesn’t seem to register the body collapsing on top of him. He is already gasping for air, after all, he can’t have the wind knocked out of him when he doesn’t have any wind in him to begin with.

The cat and the doll grapple only a few feet away. It is clear both of them are out for blood, and both of them are getting it. Inky black goo stains the sand beneath them.

“Sto-op,” Tim says, his voice cracking.

The doll goes limp.

Adrien continues to attack it, though, outright tearing the thing apart. Until the doll is nothing but a mess of blackened blood and ripped clothes and shards of porcelain.

And then, Adrien is still. He hops off of the doll’s corpse, finding a clean place in the sand to lick at his paws.

It is… silent. His eyes are wide and his jaw is working like he’s trying to say something, but no sound comes out for a long while.

Until he seems to register the camera. As if on instinct, a smile stretches across his face. He hugs Marinette closer to his chest, trying to hide her from view.

“That was… strange… but I’m sure there’s… an explanation!”

His voice is shaky when he says that. Possibly from the murder-attempt. Possibly because he’s trying to convince himself that that must be the truth, and is failing.

Adrien looks at the camera, rolls his eyes, and then changes.

There is no gradual shift. One moment, there is a cat, the next it is a human that is staring into the camera.

He looks, for all intents and purposes, completely normal. Blond with green eyes and an all-black outfit. He seems to be around Tim and Marinette’s age, or maybe a little older. It is hard to be scared of a teenage boy and yet this one is far more than merely unsettling. For all that his eyes are ordinary, they are absolutely not. There is something in them that is distinctly inhuman, that makes the skin crawl, even when the effect should be dulled by the fact that the viewers are not physically in the same area as it.

Maybe it is dulled.

But then what is it that Tim sees when the demon meets his gaze?

It is safe to assume that the answer is nothing good, because Tim faints immediately.

The demon looks mildly surprised.

“Whoopsies,” it says. “Guess that was too much.”

It sounds like a laugh track has been edited in, but both Marinette and Tim move slightly when it starts, an aborted wince, as if it is real and they, even in their unconscious states, can both hear and fear it.

The demon carefully pushes itself to its feet. Despite the sandiness of the beach, not a single grain sticks to him. He makes his way over slowly, as if he is scared he might hurt them if he moves too fast.

It pokes them with its foot.

The video cuts. The sun has long-since disappeared over the horizon. Marinette and Tim are stirring, however slowly, pushing themselves into what are almost sitting positions, if you’re being generous.

“Oh, you’re up,” says the demon. It comes into frame, smiling at them in a way that looks almost fond.

Despite this, both of the humans flinch away from it, wrapping their arms around each other tightly. Whether this is protective or done for their own comfort is hard to tell.

The demon sighs, as if Tim and Marinette being scared of him is inconvenient.

He takes a seat in front of them, so close that their shoes are in danger of brushing against his legs. It is obvious that the two are considering the pros and cons of scooting a little bit further away, it is so plainly written on their face that they might as well have said it aloud.

“Marinette, Tim, it’s nice to officially meet you,” the demon says, surprisingly gentle. “My name is… well, you called me ‘Adrien’, so let’s go with that, yes?”

At least one of the humans is shaking.

“You’re…” Marinette begins, only to trail off, unsure.

“A demon,” it confirms easily enough, as if that was really what she had been asking, as if that wasn’t already painfully obvious. “Your demon, technically.”

Marinette’s face drains of color. “I… didn’t do the rites right – correctly – you don’t have to be married to me.”

“Oh, I know, I don’t have to do much of anything,” it shrugs easily, smiling. “But you two are interesting, so I don’t mind being married.”

“... you’re married to her,” Tim corrects it, though he sounds unsure.

Adrien takes a moment to consider this.

“Would you like to be married to me?” Adrien asks.

Tim splutters, his eyes wide. “Uh.”

“Oh, humans use rings,” the demon remembers. It snaps its fingers, and a ring appears out of thin air. He holds it out towards Tim, invitingly.

Tim stares at the golden band with the same amount of fear you’d see in his eyes if he were to come face-to-face with a tiger. His gaze flicks up to meet Adrien’s, briefly. The demon has yet to move.

Silent save for an audible gulp the microphone by his chin can pick up, Tim takes the ring and slips it onto his finger.

Adrien beams. The night seems a little bit brighter for it.

Marinette and Tim relax, ever so slightly.

And then they tense up again when they realize it.

“There was – we brought a demon home,” Marinette says, her voice nearly a squeak.

“I turned away when you were changing and everything!” Adrien defends himself. “I may be a demon, but consent is very important to me.”

“That — I appreciate that a lot! But that is not what I was stressed about! Aren’t you going to – I don’t know – steal our souls or something?”

Adrien waves the concern off as if it is totally ridiculous. “If I was just doing this to steal your souls, I wouldn’t have bothered saving you from that ghost, now, would I?”

The doll is gone, everyone abruptly realizes. The only thing that remains of it is a pool of ectoplasm in the sand.

“I… don’t know,” Marinette says, not tearing her eyes away from where it had been. “Would you?”

“Nope. You are both safe, I swear.”

Marinette and Tim both jolt upright on the word ‘swear’.

“I just want to be friends with you,” Adrien continues, smiling.

The humans look at each other, wary.

And then Tim looks back at Adrien. He lifts his chin, as if he can make himself the more powerful being through sheer force of will. “Fine, but on one condition.”

Adrien’s eyes gleam. “Yes?”

“I want to interview you for my channel.”

Adrien blinks, once. The gleam in his eye disappears, replaced by what can only be described as mirth.

And then he tips his head back in a laugh so hard that he can’t actually answer. Instead, he gives them a tiny thumbs up.

The video ends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 5/Epilogue

If you want a fully happy end I suggest leaving off here though

#its never textually confirmed to be fu #but it is #he is a doll because dolls are creepy and weird and therefore he is one #maribat #timari #timinette #timmari #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #epilogue-type chapter comes out tomorrow #have you never heard of such a thing darling?

[no-see-um-incorrect]

New buddy 

All characters belong to Yuurivoice  

(featuring Seth singing Noah Kahan 🥰)

The trail was unmarked. You’d have to not be afraid of getting a little dirty just to find it. Seth found this trail when he was little.  and as far as he knew, it was only occupied by his footprints. 

Every Wednesday 5:00PM he walks the trail. Does cleanup. his little personal slice of serenity. 

“🎶I am remembering I promised to forget you now🎶 but it’s raining, and I’m calling drunk🎶 and my medicine is drowning your perspective out🎶”

*Meow meow meow*

“🎶so I ain’t taken any fault🎶 am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?🎶 I doubt it, forget about it, whatever🎶”

*Meow mrow mow*

“🎶it’s all the same,anyways🎶 I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown🎶 in the name of someone I no longer know🎶”

His singing turns to a whistle as the song continues to play on his radio. He starts Clearing the path of fallen tree branches and overgrown brush. 

“🎶traffic lights and a transmitter radio🎶”

“🎶I don’t like it when they threw me in the car🎶 I gave your name is my emergency phone call🎶 honey, it rang and, rang🎶Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up. I dial Drunk, i’ll die drunk, i’d die for yo-WHOA”

Seth tripped and fell. A small tree had fallen in the path.

“Son of a-..where did that come from?!”

He looked around in confusion. He trimmed up the path regularly. so this wouldn’t happen.  Seth takes off his jacket and drapes it over the tree. he knelt down on the ground and started rifling through his backpack.

“it’s a small enough tree that I might be able to  cut it into smaller pieces with Betty….”

*Prrrrr~ prrrrr~ prrrrrow*

“Ok let me ju-“

Seth looks up from his backpack and sees a small orange kitten curled up on his jacket. The kitten looks at Seth.

“Mrow!”

“Oh My God”

He moves slowly as to not startle the kitten. The kitten sat up and looked at Seth. To his surprise the kitten wasn’t afraid. It looked at Seth the way a dog looks at its reflection.

Seth holds his hand up to the kitten for it to sniff.

“where’s your mama little one?”

The kitten looked towards the darkening forest, and then back at Seth

“Yea mine too” he softly pet its ears as the kitten prred to the Touch

Seth cupped his hands. Gesturing for the kitten to climb in. The kitten playfully pawed at his fingers before climbing in. Seth puts on his jacket. And puts the kitten on his shoulder.

“Ya know. A wise man once said Family doesn’t end in blood….so yea our Mom’s might not be here but. We have our own home to go to”

The kitten snuggles its face against Seth’s jaw.

“yea….you’re coming home with me”

“Man you’re gonna love Al and sugar….I swear when it comes to them I’m like moth man to traffic lights”

They keep walking.

“🎶county line, i’m counting down🎶 mailboxes until my house🎶*meow*🎶this place had a h-*chuckles*eartbeat in its Day🎶Vail bought the mountains and nothing was the same🎶*meow MeOw* Oh your a Noah Kahan fan ain’t ya lit-…..you need a name? Don’t ya?”

“Mow row?” It tilted its head in confusion 

“well, I can’t just keep calling you little one forever…..Let’s see….”

After around 30 minutes, he exits the trail and gets to his motorcycle  setting the little kitten on the seat,  the kitten starts pawing and playing with Seth’s hands 

“oooO you’re a fighter ain’t ya?……*click!* How bout Rocky. Yea like Rocky balboa. You like that little guy *Meow!* all right!….um how are we going to get home?”

Seth’s motorcycle was fit for 2…..people…Rocky…was a cat

“We’ll it’s about a 30 minute walk to Al’s place….it IS a pretty nice evening……I’m sure Sugar an Alphonse won’t mind if I’m a little late for dinner….”

30 minutes later

“……Hey Boo….you seeing this?…”

 Sugarboo walks over to the window next to Alphonse

“Is…is that Seth walking his motorcycle?”

Seth walking his motorcycle holding the handlebars. seemingly talking to himself. Sugarboo and Alphonse make their way outside.

“hey guys! sorry I’m a little late I got….well a little sidetracked. And I had to stop at the store for a few things…..”

Seth grabs the plastic grocery bag off the back of his bike and turns around 

“I um….ran into someone”

He turns around, revealing the small kitten in his hands.

“holy fuck it’s a kitten!”

“sugar Alphonse I’d like you to meet my new little buddy this…..is Rocky!”

“meow!”

“that’s…..that’s fucking adorable”

Sugarboo bounce up and down on their tiptoes.

“can I hold him Seth. please?!”

“yeah you can sugar….just be gentle”

 I never really know how to end these things 

You already know that Seth bought a harness and leash for this cat it goes everywhere with him and loves every second of it.

Moral of the story, family is who choose, and it can be found in the most unexpected places 

I apologize if I misspelled  anything 

#Spotify #this was cheesy I apologize #yuurivoice #yuurivoice seth #Yuurivoice fic #I am a Seth kin and I’m proud

[wardenred]

Sapphic September 3: 3 AM

Pretty much a free writing exercise, I guess.

The familiar ringtone I haven't heard in six months rips through the silence of my apartment. Shabby, my ancient cat, twitches an ear in her sleep and stretches, pushing the phone off its usual charging place on the edge of my mattress. On the floor, it continues singing the song of the past, and I should really pick it up—the phone, not the call, any wise person would simply ignore the call—but I'm frozen.

"Meow," Shabby says. Her eyes are still closed, but her annoyance is apparent. I nearly fall out of my desk chair as I scramble up, then down on my knees. I stare at the phone screen. The initial followed by a sparkling heart emoji blinks back at me. I remember changing that heart to a broken one on the evening of our oh so amicable break-up, then deciding I was being too dramatic and refusing to save the change.

The song goes on and on, an old melancholy tune with a trace of hope in it. Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You. What did I ever expect, really, with a song like that to serve as our romantic theme? She all but warned me on the very first night when I heard her sing in that dumb karaoke bar for the first time.

Behind the paper-thin wall, a neighbor coughs. I draw a breath. The last two brain cells I possess vote unanimously for tapping Dismiss, and like the fool that I am, I go for Accept instead.

"Yes?" I've got the perfect excuse for my shaky voice, for how long it's taken me to respond. Just look at the time!

"Hey you." She dares to sound just like herself, like all these months of distance have never happened, and I think I'll never breathe again. Consider me dead. "So what are you doing awake at 3 AM for the fifth night in a row?"

"How do you—"

"I can see you online on Discord. And Facebook. And basically everywhere."

Oh. Right. We're still friends on basically everywhere. Messengers, socials, she's on every contact list I have. I'd lie if I said I don't still waste unreasonable chunks of time just staring at her userpic, the same across all of the Internet. A photo I took with a filter she applied. Except I don't see her online all that often, and when I do, it's always with some stupid red status icon. Busy. Away. Do Not Disturb.

"I ran into your friend Maggie tonight," she continues,as if this was a perfectly normal conversation. "She said you’re dating her brother."

"Uh." That's not quite true. John and I have agreed to go on a date. Next week. It hasn't even happened yet. In truth, I'm not sure I want it to happen. Maybe I will conveniently get sick right around Friday evening. Or there might be a food poisoning. Or a sprained ankle. Normally, I prefer excuses focused on last-minute work projects I couldn't say no to, because I have this stupid conviction it makes me look like a responsible adult. Alas, those don't fly so well on the weekends.

"Don't do that," she says. "I don't want you to."

Such a simple request, worded so confidently, like she has any right whatsoever to dictate what happens in my life. The life she's no longer even a part of.

I can't help but laugh at the sheer audacity. Shabby opens one yellow eye and peers at me in such abject displeasure I am forced to reach out and give her all the pats to compensate for the inconvenience.

In a certain light, her eyes look yellow, too, though they never lost their green. Like an autumn lake with golden leaves floating over murky waters, illuminated by the last rays of sunset.

"So?"

"So?.." I repeat after her.

"You won't do that, right?"

"Darling," and I meant to use her name, I swear I meant to, but the usual endearment flows way too easily of my lips. "I don't think you get a say in what I do or don't do any longer."

"Well, no one else is running an intervention, so I kind of have to!"

"What on earth makes you think I need an intervention?!"

"Duh. You own stupid plan? Come on. You don't even like guys most of the time."

"Some of the time I like them just fine," I counter. "And it's John. He's—he's sweet."

"If you ever liked John that way, you would have both gone for it a long time ago.”

He likes me that way, though. He has for a while. And that's why I should feel guilty for how the chances of me getting food poisoning on Friday are plummeting down. I kind of want to go out with John now. Just to give her an excuse to run more interventions.

This is reckless. Twisted. Not like me at all.

All the things she's always brought out in me.

"You won't go, will you?"

"Why are you up at 3 AM on the weekday stalking my socials?"

Neither of us gets an answer we want.

#warden's random scribbles #sapphic september 2023 #sapphicsept2023 #my writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #original fiction #flash fiction #snippet #3 am feelings

[that-angry-noldo]

ooooh I just noticed you’re doing the character bingo: can I please have Maedhros, Maglor, Idril and Eldacar? (or some combination of them. go and study!! and Eldacar is mostly a joke but if you do have Thoughts I would be intrigued!)

Maglor & Maedhros - i'm gonna combine them because they're almost identical on this bingo

well what can i say. they're my favourite tragic feral war criminals

absolutely in love with their dynamic, aesthetic and the way they parallel each other

However I'm not the fan of fanon that focuses on "tragic" and entirely ignores the "war criminal" part, especially with the third kinslaying and kidnap fam

since we're on the third kinslaying, i have Opinions™ that kinda clash with the popular fanon so I don't really venture out of my bubble

Also I don't think Maedhros uses a prosthetic hand

All in all, they're my favourite Feanorians and I love their dynamic. They're not fully blorbos but they are feral meow meows - so that's something, I guess?

Idril

i'm sorry i have nothing to say about her. it's nothing personal, just that gondolin isn't really my field of interest? i love how she takes the leading role in gondolin's last years, and i also love her romance with tuor, but. that's literally it

i might have more to say about her when i get my hands on the fall of gondolin? i don't really know

Eldacar

From what I've gathered, Eldacar is a good king, a good father, had good relationship with his father, avenged his son, had a wife, loved his wife, had two sisters who mirror indis and lalwen each, lived in gondor, and, uh, *checks notes* loved horses? i have no idea if he loved horses but he seems like a horse type

he's the blorbo-in-law

do you know those jokes about gossiping with a long distance friend about people whom you will never meet? That's eldacar

love his name by the way it sounds nice

i am poking him with a long stick and debating whether or not should i dive into appendixes to know what the hell are my mutuals talking about

anyways i don't know him but he's gotta be protected at all costs

#also asjksjkj it's too late to study physics wiped the floor with me #i think i nailed the theory but absolutely failed the 'practical approach' part #but thank you #noldo answers

[shadowofroses]

Neko-Sanemi Chronicles

Demon Slayer PART 2

Pairing: Tsugoku!Reader x Shinazugawa Sanemi

Warnings: Mainly language, Cat bites, Cat claws, mention of Brothels

Previously Might as well make it a Mini series

Summery: Genya stops by to ask Sanemi for girl advice, however he is indisposed. Following up with a Visit from Kocho.

Story:

Usually you were never this boisterous with language around anyone, except when you think you are alone, or talking to animals in general. Or rather, normal animals. You poured yourself a cup of tea and went to grab some Ohage and Sanemi nipped at your ankle again. “Look I’m not even sure if you can have Ohage as a cat, you’re gonna have to suck it up and eat raw fish…YOU FUCKER!” This time he bit down on your foot causing you to drop the Ohage, and he grabbed it with his mouth and simply hopped onto the counter to eat it in front of you smugly. 

You were as prim and proper as you could be around your Master. Sanemi found this side of you amusing as all hell, and wanted to keep riling you up now that he knew he could get you like this. 

The only good thing out of him becoming a cat. He might as well make the best of it.

You glared at him as you grabbed another Ohage to eat, “Better not have fucking Rabies…who am I talking to of course you have Rabies.” Sanemi bristled and meowed in response. 

Finishing up your breakfast you finally head outside, with the cat in tow. You frowned, looking around, “I guess it’s basic shit considering I can’t fight a cat…”

Sanemi tilted his head, he never heard you swear this much. He was starting to think he was rubbing off on you a little too much. He sat down, and watched you melee attack a target dummy, before getting out a sword and following through with practice swings, he would meow in approval. Moving to go into a thousand sword lunges, when the gates opened, and a taller boy walked in. You turned noticing the younger Shinazugawa, and the older one standing at attention. Tail straight up in the air regardless. 

“(Na-name), D-do you know where Brother is?” Genya questioned lightly red. He’s been trying to get used to your presence being around constantly, you however were still a female.

You wiped some sweat away from your forehead, the switch flicking in your head. “Oh! Hello Genya~ I am afraid….your brother is…um…how do I say this?” You bit your lip trying to think of ways to explain how he was away, cause the first thing your mind goes to was ‘he’s gonna kill ya’

Genya blinked as he looked down to the cat that was currently rubbing up against your legs. “You got a cat!” He grinned getting closer before he realized that meant getting closer to your bare legs due to you wearing a short skirt like Kanroji. His face went redder at the realization and fell backwards, which you knew Sanemi would have laughed his ass off. 

You were just confused in the first place, “Genya! Are you okay?!” You went to help him up but he just scooted back away. You stepped back sweat dropping, “My bad, um…the cat…you see….there is a very good logical explanation behind the cat….”

Genya tried to get closer to the cat only for the cat to hiss, and hide behind your legs again. KNOWING Genya wouldn’t get close to the cat, for being too embarrassed of getting too close to your legs. “I wonder if Brother has some fish in the fridge…”

You deadpanned, “Might as well make it Ohage, it stole mine this morning.” Sanemi nipped at your ankle for calling him an It. 

“It? The Cat?” 

“Yes…”

“Brother isn’t going to like that…”

“Your brother is the cat.”

“…”

Sanemi stretched out in response after bristling. You frowned looking down at him, and he looked up, “Don’t look at me like that, you know it’s going to get around that you fell to Demon Blood Art that turned you into a cat, especially if Uzui-sama was the one that dropped you off. You also know Kocho-Sama will tease you relentlessly once your normal again.” You then froze when you realized Sanemi’s eyes widened, and it wasn’t at what you said. You twitched. “You….stay.” 

You went to turn around to go back into the estate, Sanemi tried to follow you. Genya blinked, “huh? What’s going on?”

You deadpanned, “Your brother was being a pervert.” Genya’s face turned red as Sanemi launched himself at your shoulders digging in his claws and meowing loudly in your ear. You cried out, “GET THE FUCKER OFF OF ME!” Genya’s eyes widened as you swore. Especially with what you were referring to. He simply reached up grabbing Sanemi by the scruff causing Sanemi to go limp and purr in his hand. “Thank you…Sorry for the language.”

Genya snorted, “Nothing I haven’t heard before especially from brother. I’m just surprised.” 

You sighed going into the estate to change out of your skirt and into pants. Coming back out, Genya was cradling the cat, scratching the back of the neck, and his ears causing him to be very complacent. “Maybe you should take care of your brother, I can’t stand cats…”  Sanemi hissed jumping onto your shoulder and just sitting there. “Are you a cat, or a parrot?”  You deadpanned again. Genya only snickered. “Anyway what was it that you needed Genya?”

Genya blinked, “Oh…I uh…” his face went red, “I…uh…wanted uh his advice on…uh asking a girl out…” 

Silence. You smiled, “I think I’d be the better one to ask instead of your brother anyway.”

“You think so?”  Genya rubbed the back of his neck. 

You looked forward, “Well I would assume asking a girl would be better instead of a guy that doesn’t have a girlfriend and goes to brothels.” 

NIP 

Genya’s eyes widened, “He goes to bro-brothels?!” You got nipped harder. 

You looked over to Sanemi who was glaring, “What, was that supposed to be a bloody secret? You’re very fucking open about it.” He bristled in response. 

Genya laughed nervously, “Yeah..um…no I uh…I thought you and my brother were dating honestly.”

This time this caught both you and Sanemi’s attention. “Heh?” From you and a weird sound from Sanemi. 

“I mean just the fact that you moved into the estate and the way people talk!”

You tilted your head, “I thought that was what Tsugoku’s were supposed to do if they didn’t have anywhere else to live…wait hold up Genya. Who the fuck is saying I’m dating Shi——Sanami?” You were going to go into saying their last name, but they were both there and wanted to specify. Sanemi’s ears popped up at attention too. 

Genya went red, “Mitsuri-sama says you two are cute together, and get along. Uzui-sama said it would be a waste if brother wasn’t…Zenitsu is convinced you two are dating.”

You took a deep breath trying to understand the logic. “Wait, so apparently me putting up with your brothers attitude long enough to actually get along and train is…”You squint your eyes, “we haven’t even done anything to signify that…what…” Sanemi blinked, tilting his head as well. 

“Mitsuri-sama says he stares like a…um…lover…and Uzui-sama said brother muttered your name in his sleep….” Your eyes widened with this information as Sanemi launched himself at Genya’s face claws out causing the boy to cry out. 

How dare he just state those facts so openly, Sanemi thought. 

“SANEMI!” You quickly went to grab him. “Cut that out or I’ll neuter you!” Sanemi looked back hissing loudly, like ‘you wouldn’t dare’. Genya blanched at the threat. You grabbed him by the scruff this time and just held him as he purred annoyed, not doing a thing except hang there. You pulled the body into your chest instinctively  “Side note you might want to warn Uzui-sama that you told me about these uh…confessions and your brother's response to it. That way he can be prepared when Sanemi is finally human again.” You sighed, “Besides, I doubt they are true anyway, and if it did ever happen I would have to find a way to remove myself as his Tsugoku.” You didn’t notice how Sanemi’s eyes sharpened at that. You moved forward and placed a hand on Genya’s face causing him to go red. “Sanemi did a number on you, come on, I’ll put a salve on the scratches.”

Sanemi wiggled in your arms as you tried to lead the younger brother into the estate, Genya shook his head. “It-It’s fine. Not like I’m missing a hand. It’ll heal. Thank you though.” he bowed slightly. “I-I should go now…”

You frowned at that, “Hold on, didn’t you want some advice?” Genya rubbed the back of his neck, before you came to a realization. “Actually nevermind, I’ve never had a relationship before, you’re best off asking Uzui-sama for advice. He probably would have better advice, he does have three wives after all…” you muttered, Sanemi scoffed. 

Genya nodded, “Ri-right, we-well I hope brother becomes normal again soon.” The boy waved and walked off the grounds of the Estate. 

You went to reenter the estate, however, you heard a voice, “Ara ara, what’s this?” 

You felt the cat twitch in your arms. “Ah! Kocho-sama, I had a feeling you would be coming soon. Please come into the Estate, I’ll fix you some tea and snacks while you draw Sanem-Shinazugawa-sama’s blood.” You lightly blushed at your mix up and shook your head. 

Of course it was noticed by both Sanemi and Shinobu. “Oh? I’ll take some tea, but I’m not hungry. This shouldn’t take long.”

You placed Sanemi on the Chabudai for Shinobu while you went forth into the kitchen to heat up some tea. You heard a hiss and a loud Meow. And a “Don’t be a prick Shinazugawa. (Name) will be back, now just let me draw some blood.” 

You shrugged off the conversation, grabbing the tea pot you went to walk back into the dining area.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa genya #kocho shinobu #Nekobloodart

[daisylore-au]

K2 — Tell Karl A Lie — won!! is it the best idea?? is it even a good idea?? is it a BAD idea?? who knows!! not you guys :D you’ve got another choice at the bottom, and then one last one after this before your time with karl runs out :) feel free to also send any questions you might want george to ask karl!! he might ask a few…

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Trust? Karl’s talking about trust? George wants to laugh. God, when is the last time they’d all trusted one another? Before the Red Days, when they’d been so divided and suspicious they’d almost gotten themselves killed? Before Dream’s death? Before the prison?

(Back in the first summer of the SMP, when Dream’s laugh had brought butterflies to George’s chest and made his own face match in a sunshine smile?)

George lets the silence stretch on too long for one minute, then two.

“George?”

“I am hiding something,” George admits, “Patches came back.”

Karl’s eyebrows fly up to his hair. “Like, Patches Patches?”

“No, the fake Patches. Obviously the only Patches we know, Karl.”

“Holy cow,” Karl breathes, ignoring George’s sarcastic response, “how long ago?”

George shrugs. “Like. I don’t know. Two weeks ago? Three? I’ve… been looking after her for a while. She just… um… appeared one day. I didn’t want to tell anyone who she is just yet. I don’t know, it doesn’t feel…”

“Right,” Karl offers, when his friend falters, “I get you. I mean, I’m not gonna tell anybody, dude. Cross my heart and all that.” His smile is pale on his face, and strangely drained. “Anything else? You’ve just been acting weird for a while now.”

“No,” George says, in a rush, “nothing else.”

This time, it’s Karl who lets the silence drag, those grey grey eyes of his boring into George’s, but George stays quiet, resolute.

“If you’re sure.” Karl looks tired, but says nothing. “Well, no fear. I’m not telling anyone about Patches. Your secret’s safe with—”

At the mention of her name, Patches appears, brushing against Karl’s ankles with a busy meow. Karl’s face softens instantly, and he scoops her up, earning himself a purr almost instantaneously.

“She looks so different,” he marvels, “I can’t believe she’s still alive.”

George scoffs, warmth blossoming in his chest at the sight. He wishes Dream could see this: then remembers with a pang that Dream is probably upstairs right now, listening to the sounds of merry friends families by himself.

“She was a baby when we got her, don’t forget,” he says, “it’s not like she was seventy or something. She’s just older now.”

Patches shoots him an indignant glare at the mention of her age. George pulls a face at her.

“It’s true.”

Glancing back up at Karl, George’s smile fades. His friend is distant, the way he used to get during and before the Red Days, before therapy and his marriage and their so-called happy ending. When Karl snaps his eyes towards him, they’re empty.

“What about you?” George pesters. “What’s been going on with you?”

“I had sex with your mom last night. I’m tired from it.”

“You’re an idiot.” He doesn’t let it drop. “Tell me the truth.”

“George…”

And admittedly, does he have any room to press when he hadn’t even told Karl his real secret? George pauses. In his defence, it’s not really his secret to tell in the first place. And he’s only asking Karl because he’s worried…

you have until 3pm est to choose c!george’s next course of action!! does he…

K1. PRESS KARL FOR HIS SECRET.

or

K2. CHANGE THE SUBJECT.

or

K3. [NOT UNLOCKED]

#> daisy lore: christmas event

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Hi cream! I was thinking about this concept that was inspired by your babies posts (and monsterfucking), but this is fluffy! Let’s say that you have babies with your fav who’s a non human, so your babies have habits/mannerisms that are slightly more advanced than a human baby, but also quite non human like ! Because of this, they learn to communicate with their non human parent a little easier, but also unknowingly yip/chirp/etc to you too, since you’re also their parent 🥺 although you’re a human, so you might come across as ignoring or not aware of what your babies might be communicating to you, which would be upsetting to them :( especially if it’s something outside of just being hungry or tired, your babies would def tell you they love you in their own way !! Don’t my worry thought, your non human partner would translate and explain everything the babies do, and you pick up on their intricate meanings; until eventually your babies pick up your native language(s) as well ☺️❤️

Little mers in the bath/during swim time going under the water and taking water in their mouths, to then make chirpy bubble popping coos at you! Floyd looks at you like ‘well are you gonna respond?’ Azul on his back in the water, true form definitely big enough to hold you both, baby scooping water into their mouth, Azul letting himself lower into the water and coming up to respond.

Purring, growling, yipping, meowing. Leona won’t meow back but he’ll purr in acknowledgment as the little one lays in bed with you. Ruggie snickering and laughing at your little ones funny thoughts, telling you all the things they say. You have a very chatty and silly baby.

I think malleus would be a bit different! Not actually speaking, but pressing their head to the others forehead/chest, or pressing hands together. They don’t need to say anything, they convey it through thoughts/means unknown to you. Your baby sometimes will put up a fuss to crawl up and press their forehead to yours, visibly a little distressed when they don’t get answers to their words for you. Malleus will gently take their hand and tell you what they are saying, and tell them what you say.

#hhhhh babbies 🥺🥺 #sugar coated cream #cream wonderland

[teamrocketmemes]

[ LUXIEM 1ST ANNIVERSARY ] PART 1

In honor of Luxiem’s first anniversary, this is a sentence starter from this Vox Akuma VOD where they reminisce about old phrases they all have said in a game format. I’m taking both the phrases discussed specifically as well as other funny quips said during the stream. Content warning for mild language. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

“I’m a really smart guy and I definitely thought about this really hard before we started.”

“Are we introducing ourselves??”

“Sussy among us…”

“I’m the detective guy, but there’s someone cooler next to me.”

“[Name] is eating spicy noodles by choice now.”

“I was having the cravings and I—I just went for it.”

“There’s no such word as can’t.”

“Burrito?? Is that a Naruto character??”

“You swear to everything holy that these are not fabricated??”

“Why does it look like you etched his name in blood??”

“I was right on his ass shoving that thing in.”

“Every single [name] quote has the word POG in it.”

“UnPOG.”

“I felt a strange vibration in my wenis.”

“Google it. The Flagina is real.”

“I got to Urban Dictionary and I don’t think I wanna read this out.”

“I have a meme for this. Hold on.”

“My phone is on 5% but that’s enough.”

“Staff, for legal reasons, that’s a joke.”

“Guys… How do I delete my canvas??”

“[Name] has created a horror so real that it won’t leave.”

“If I keep on guessing, one of them has to be [Name].”

“Let’s have a look at what—” Burps really loudly.

“You want to fight me in Tetris after seeing my brain??”

“They do call me the master baiter.”

“No!! I like his hat!!”

“I feel like it’s me but when the fuck was this??”

“When I read it, I can hear [Name]’s voice.”

“Here’s [full name], he says LOL.”

“This is a historic quote.”

“They didn’t say laugh out loud, they said LOL.”

“If someone ends with a full stop, I feel very threatened.”

“The grammar police in my head is just like ‘You gotta do it [name]’.”

“We had to just decipher something that was written in binary but we didn’t realize that it was binary–”

“I was straight up incapacitated for a while…”

“Oh! the double penetratio–”

“I will be putting some of you on blast today.”

“This is me but I stopped earlier, in my defense…”

“No matter what you say, it will always return to bite you in the ass.”

“My favourite position? I like beieng on my computer playing League of Legends.”

“You’re absolutely right. League absolutely plays [name].”

“Are you a mistletoe? Because I want to be under you.”

“BRUH.”

“What’s something funny… Does anyone remember the movie Sky High??”

“All I know that it’s like— My Hero Academia several years before it came out.”

“If they’re asking for a kick in, they should get a kicking.”

“Waitwaitwait— I’m drawing a funny.”

“What an unit indeed.”

“Meow, bottom.”

“Only real ones remember.”

“Ooooh the memorie– Wait, no.”

“Mine is the default Windows wallpaper.”

“You guys know the incident I’m talking about. Don’t try to play dumb.”

“That might be the most awesome thing that’s ever gonna happen on this stream.”

“I’ve never had more raw panic into my body than when it kept going after the car.”

“You exposed yourself on this one.”

“Liar has 5 letters.”

“Why is [name]’s number all the way to the right??”

“I feel like a worm on a piece of concrete.”

“See, the first question you ask is would you say this to yourself??”

“I have this really bad habit of having these really overly specific analogies that I never remember but everyone else does.”

“Did [Full name] say this??”

“[Name] really is the kid who reminds the teacher that they had homework.”

“Who really needs restraints such as handcuffs?? There’s a perfect space between the tip of my show and the heel where your wrists fit just right.”

“I can’t guess because I don’t know what this means.”

“That’s such a mid S.”

“I’m drawing with a mouse. It’s good enough.”

“Unless you did not know, I don’t wear heels.”

“[Name] is depicting a fucking cave drawing.”

“Number 12 is, I guess, cock.”

“All of my quotes are sexual.”

“I’m sorry for putting you on blast.”

“It’s not that there’s something in the sentence that blatantly gives away who it is.”

“Does he know?? He doesn’t know.”

“Like, dude, you don’t understand, it’s rectangles man.”

“Most likely to become a Bro…”

#★ mod james. #★ our memes. #rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #youtube memes #vtuber memes

[curewhimsy]

I covered OTAHEN Anthem but it’s a parody. About Ame Sugar.

I am HORRIBLE at speech so uh. You might have to read the lyrics.

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LYRICS:

Today, I brought you magical girls your favorite thing-! All of you weird little magical girls-! Know what this is-!? Let's get hyped together!! Eeby Deeby! Miracles! Miracles! Miracles! Monocles! Pirika Pirilala, let’s go, Precure! Dodo! Rere! Mimi! Pink! Orange! Blue! Ta-da! (RAP) Fighting evil by moonlight Doing crap like this at daylight I wish I may, I wish I might Finally do something right! My name is Ame Sugar But I have another title I'm a legendary World-Class I-D-L-E “Idle!” MY FANS: A strawberry teapot, short and stout. If you squeeze her tummy, love will come out! Strawberry! Blood type A-plus positive! Positive! Positive! Her blood is positive! (Singing) You’re gonna change your oshi to the Princess Though I’d rather be called a clown! And I’d rather wear a colorful suit than a gown And I’d rather wear a monocle than a crown… Hey! Y’all better turn those sad faces upside-down I smile on the outside while inside, I frown I command everyone to do so too! Happy time! Aishiteru daaaaa~ I live life's hard mode, GWAHAHAHAHA Onegai! I’m begging you to smile! Don’t let your memes be dreams when you can make them worthwhile! Smiling through the pain makes it all better! Yousei! Yousei! (Chanting) No way, no way! Someday, someday, I will just die! But I don’t wanna wake up from my dream before I fly… I wanna soar… I wanna soar… But I’m stuck on the ground… stuck on the ground… because my butt’s too big. YOOM-TAH!!! (Rap) Yowane? (Haku!) Aishite! (Ruu!) Demo, watashi wa mou shinde iru… (Nuu…) Kawaii poozu! (Kyuu!) I fell on my noozu! (Uguu…) I can no longer show my face to you… (Fuu!) (Me) Pitchbend! Oremo! Mye mye myu myo mye myo myo~ Haku-chan! Come on, guys! Everybody, harmonize! (Sour note) Somebody was off key! Oh my god it was me… Yappari… I can’t be an idol. I’ll dig a hole and bury myself in it! Huh? They was Yukiho’s trademark! Well I don’t care! It’s mine now! What? I should find myself? Gradually, gradually, they say it's okay to be me… If I think I can do it...well, if I can... Ah… ……End my suffering（╹◡╹）♡ (Help me) Kyuu ☆〜（ゝ。∂） Please! Just smile! This dream won’t end as just a dream I threw my heart out to the stage but nobody caught it, hehe ♡ It shattered! It shattered! Into little pieces! Nya! Haters can just perish to the shadow realm! Right now I don't wanna wake up from my dream I wanna be her, but I can't be cool But just maybe, but just maybe, I can be me instead… (Pterodactyl screech) Handsome Solo, c'mon! (USE SEXY VOICE FOR HAKU) Haku: There's something I want to say to you. Haku: You're so cute, Ame. Haku: I like you… I love you. I really love you. Haku: You are my Princess. My sweet little clown. (Affectionate) Haku: The reason why I was born… Haku: It's so that I could meet you. Haku: Let’s through this life together. You're the one I love the most in this world. I-LOVE-YOUUU!! Ame: OMG Haku! (Incomprehensible screeching) I don’t want my legend to die! I wanna laugh at the futility of it, but… I’m filled with hope once again! Laughing is medicine! Hahahahaha! Soda soda pop! Soda soda pop! Strawberry cake and ice cream with sugar dust on top! Pirika Pirilala let’s make it real! Let’s make it real! And eat the whole thing! Until we collapse! SHIAWASE….. Please oh please! I don't wanna die This dream won’t end as just a dream Everyone's my aidoru da! My inspiration! Wooo, TRANSFORM! (Yay! I will NEVER die!) Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow mow emow (This dream won’t end as just a dream) (Love me? Love you!) (With everyone!? With everyone!? With everyone!!) Let’s eat cupcakes! YAAAAAAAAY! One, two! Ame! Ame! Ame! Ame! Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, UTAU, with everyone-! When it rains, shine a light and a rainbow will appear! Rainbows! Rainbows! Rainbows! RAAAIIIINBOOOWWWWSSSS! (Deranged laughter that trails off into the distance)

#Ame sugar #Amelie sugar #My voice #amehaku #self indulgent #cringe #end my suffering #otahen anthem #idolmaster #imas

[tangerinesteve]

AHHH! i’ve disappeared again all day today by accident and bad memory but YES HI IM HERE!!!! i’m meowing like an excited kitty at you :3 and yes, everything is okay! hope all is well with you too

GOD. you’re so right. i think people just like being assholes for no reason, and even more so when they can hide their identity. the balls on those people still…. doesn’t make sense to me in the slightest. why be mean when you can be kind!!!! love is literally right there. and if not love, silence is a close second ahahaha

a brush sounds so tedious to me. after talking about this so much, nail painting in general is so tedious to me. i get all shaky when i do mine, something about the concentration makes my hands shake? don’t know what that means but it sure happens

you know, i’m with you on that. i check mine so much and i even have notifications on for blogs i love (yours is included in this of course). it’s probably not a good thing for my screen time but hell i’m gonna be here anyways so why miss something when i don’t know to? that might be a bad mentality but i’m rolling with it lmao

i like the new mobile theme btw! looks nice :] i haven’t had the chance to check your web theme but i’ll try to remember to look next time i’m on my laptop!

-🦇

No worries at all!!! I had a busy day so i wasnt here much! Haha!

And yesss like be nice or be quiet. Its that simple my good dudes!!!

I love painting mine! But i do it while i watch tv shows or movies so i have other things so focus on. But i also do it so much that I'm just used too it. And i think i really enjoy the way the paint feels going on my nails. So it's like a nice oooohhh good feelings time, kinda thing for me! Hahahaha!

And ahh thank youuuu!!!!! Gosh i dont even remember what my desktop theme looks like. My computer is old so i rarely get on there these days. Its been... probably a few years..... maybe less. I did make icons awhile back in PowerPoint i think so maybe not quite that long. I know i have my writing blog on there in a theme with a dyslexia friendly font. And maybe my main as well. Idk. I might have to get on there tomorrow and check it out now. Make sure tumblr hasn't fucked with my themes are anything with all their code editing. 👀👀🤣🤣🤣

#🦇 anon #asks

[simplydm]

Has anyone in chat mentioned cat ears to Punz I’m just saying might as well go all in

#listen #if you’re gonna meow might as well go all the way #punz #speak up dm #here ya go mello #just for you

[sunflowergirl522]

As Long As You Want Me

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You return Alpine to your neighbor after she wanders onto your porch lighting a spark between the two of you.

My entry for @lovelyavengers writing challenge

Word count: 4137

Masterlist

You stumble out your front door with the heavy container of cat food while blocking Zeus your pitbull from running outside. Setting it down in the corner you huff and glance around your glass walled porch. You’re quick to notice the fluffy white cat sitting at one of the food bowls.

“Oh hello, you’re new.” You slowly approach it surprised when it lets you get so close. When you hold your hand out for it to smell the cat rubs against it and starts to purr. “You’re obviously not a stray so who do you belong to?” You scratch around its ears as your other hand searches for a collar to read. “Alpine huh? That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” It’s cute that whoever her owner is included her pronouns underneath her name. As you flip the medallion over for an address your eyes widen at what you’re reading. 

Alpine belongs to your neighbor across the street. You’ve never spoken to him but you’ve seen him enough in passing or while you’re sitting out here and notice him across the way. His bike woke you up sometimes when he got in late but you didn’t mind it. He didn’t strike you as a cat person though with his leather jacket and scary aura, if anything you assumed he’d be a dog person.

“Alright then Alpine, let's get you back home.” You scoop her up and smile at how loudly she purrs in your ear. James is rushing out of his door and shoving his leather jacket on when you make your way across the street. “Hi! Hello!”

“Sorry doll can’t talk right now.” He’s locking his door so he’s only gotten a quick glimpse of you and didn’t notice the cat in your arms. “I have to go find someone.”

“This someone wouldn’t happen to be a white cat with baby blue eyes and is an absolute angel would they?” He turns and finally sees you standing in front of him with Alpine in your arms.

“Oh thank God! I thought I was gonna have to search the whole neighborhood for her.” Alpine meows at him as he takes her from you. “Where’d you find her?”

“Oh, I don’t know if you’ve noticed the house with the sunroom type of porch with the doggy door but that’s my place. It’s so strays are able to get food and have somewhere warm and dry to go. I walked out today to fill some of the food bowls to find her there munching on what was left in one of them. She let me get close to her without scurrying off or hissing which normally strays do until they get used to me so I looked for her collar and found your address. And badabing badaboom here we are.” You finish your rambling while he finishes unlocking his door and putting Alpine inside. You’re not even sure he paid much attention to it.

“Sorry to cause you any trouble. She must’ve gotten out early this morning when I was working on my car in the garage.”

“Oh it was no trouble at all, I welcome all animals whether they’re strays, outside pets, or even animals that aren’t cats. I’ve gotten raccoons, possums, and a few dogs here and there. The dogs are normally someone's pet that got out and smelled the food. I can get those back to their owners if I’m home. The stray dogs I normally get checked out at the vet before I take them to the no kill shelter. Sometimes I’ll take one in if it’s a pup or a senior.” He just stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “Okay well I should get back to filling up the bowls so I can feed my own pets and get to work. Have a good day James.” You turn with a wave ready to get home.

“Bucky.” His voice stops you from walking away.

“What?” You turn back to face him.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Bucky, alright. Have a good day Bucky! If she wanders over again I just might be tempted to keep her so watch out!” You wink and wave at him as you cross the street to head back home.

Bucky watches as you open the door to your porch and smiles as two cats scurry out causing you to jump a bit. He shakes his head  before locking his door and hopping on his bike to head over to the garage.

“I’m assuming this means you found Alpine then?” Sam asks Bucky as he walks into their place of work. He had called him earlier to let him know that he’d be late today due to the whole situation.

“She wandered into my neighbor's porch and she brought her over as I was running out the door.”

“Ah so a girl brought her over? Was she cute?” Sam waggles his eyebrows as he straightens up from the car he’s working on to look at his friend who’s getting ready to slide under the car next to his to start its oil change.

“I guess.” Bucky shrugs. “She kept rambling about her porch and how she has it set up for strays. I think I’ll buy her some cat food as a thank you on my way home.”

“You’re into her.” “No don’t be stupid Sam. This was the first time I even met the girl. I just want to do something nice for her because she brought Alpine home.” As he speaks though he can’t help the smile that crosses his face as he remembers how the morning sun reflected off your hair giving you a kind of halo.

“Alright well I know this pet store that sells in bulk, this chick I met at the bar last week works there. And before you start spouting your only organic food nonsense, it’s for strays they don’t need that expensive bullshit you always buy.”

“Send me the address and I’ll go after work before meeting you at the bar.”

“Oh Wanda I wish you could’ve seen her, she was the most beautiful cat I’ve ever seen in person. I mean you could just tell she was very well groomed.” Wanda rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless as you ramble on about the cat you found this morning again.

“Babes I know, you’ve told me twice already today.”

“Oh, well have I told you that she belonged to my biker neighbor I’ve told you about before. I mean I didn’t expect it but he was so relieved when I brought her over. And he seems so nice, didn’t even seem annoyed when I was rambling on like I normally do.” While you speak you organize the shelves of fish tank decorations. You and Wanda have been on stocking duty for the last couple hours taking turns helping customers when they come in. 

“That’s good, more people shouldn’t get annoyed when you ramble, it’s cute.” The bell at the front of the store rings and Wanda walks away to go greet whoever is walking in. you’re walking over to the cat section arms full of toys when you bump into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was just so focused on keeping all of these balanced and in my arms that I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and-”

“Doll?” Your eyes go wide as you recognize the voice of the man you’ve been thinking about all day when you weren’t thinking of his cat.

“Bucky! Hi, what are you doing here? Probably looking for something for Alpine that was a stupid question sorry.” You shift your arms as the cat toy pile starts to seem like it’ll topple over. Bucky’s quick to take the majority of it from your arms and move over so you can keep walking.

“Nah I was actually coming to buy some cat food to drop off at your place as a thank you.” If he wasn’t holding anything he would’ve been rubbing the back of his neck. His words send butterflies to your stomach and you walk ahead of him so he can’t see your smile.

“That’s very sweet of you but you don’t have to. I’m sure anyone else would’ve brought Alpine home if they found her. I was just doing my neighborly duty. Besides, I get all my stuff here at a discounted price. Most of the time it’s more discounted than my coworkers because our owner Stan knows about the whole situation and says he wants to help in any way he can.” As you start to put each toy in its relative spot Bucky follows your lead and helps you. “I was actually gonna get some today before heading home.”

“If that’s the case at least let me help load it into your car.”

“Alright, I’ll be done in like, what time is it?” You look at your phone before he has the chance to respond. “I’ll be done in twenty minutes. I don’t know if you want to hang around here for that long or not. If you don’t want to I get it and you really don’t have to help with moving it or anything really. I don’t want to hold you back from anything else you need to do today.”

“I’ll meet you up front doll, want me to take some food up with me.”

“Oh, um you don’t have to, I was gonna use a dolly to get a few bags up there.” Before you can say anything else he picks up two of the big bags of cat food and balances them on his shoulder.

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes then doll.” As he’s walking away you realize you haven’t told him your name and that’s why he kept using that nickname.

“I’m Y/n by the way, I probably should’ve introduced myself earlier.”

“I know dollbaby, I read your nametag.” You can’t help but let out a little squeal at how this attractive kind man just called you dollbaby. As you walk quickly away from the spot you were just standing in hoping he didn’t just hear that you think about how it’s been a long time since you’ve had contact with a human man, that wasn’t Wanda’s brother or your beloved Odinson brothers, that gave you more than just an awkward conversation. It would be nice to find a new friend in Bucky especially since you’ve already fallen in love with Alpine. And it was hard for you to make friends, people often have enough of you once they get annoyed with your rambles and see just how little free time you have.

You do inventory in the back of the store so Stan knows what he’ll need to order more of soon for the next twenty minutes. You wonder to yourself if Bucky will have actually waited or not and if Wanda struck up conversation with him or if she ignored him and went on her phone like she would do if your other friends were standing around waiting for you to get off. You’re pleasantly surprised when he’s leaning on the counter and talking to Wanda as if they’ve known each other forever.

“Alright Wands, I’m gonna head out. Can you ring me up?”

“I can't, your cargo has already been paid for. I’ll see you later tonight?”

“Yeah of course, do you know if the boys are still coming over for movie night? I haven’t checked my phone for any messages from the group chat yet today. And what do you mean it’s been paid for.”

“Pietro will definitely be there but I’m not sure about the other two. Bucky here paid for it already so just get out of here before you convince yourself to adopt another hamster.”

“C'mon doll face you gotta show me which car is yours.” Bucky picks the bags again and motions for you to lead the way as he opens the door, the bell above singing as he does so. 

“You shouldn’t have done that Bucky I could’ve paid for it. It’s my job anyway, I’m the one who decided to take care of strays as well as my own.” You smile despite your words. “I’m right across the street by the way. The red minivan is mine, before you say anything I know it’s a soccer mom car but when you have as many pets that need transport as I do a minivan makes sense.” You’re cut off from saying anything else as Bucky's arm shoots out to prevent you from walking forward anymore. A car whizzes past not far from you, running the red light and if it wasn’t for Bucky's arm stopping you you probably would’ve gotten hit. 

“Slow down asshole!” He turns to look at you then as if checking for a hair out of place. “Are you alright? Some people need to retake their driver's tests I swear.” 

“I’m good thanks for being my knight in shining armor Buck. Alright this is me, you can just throw the food in the back seat.” Once the two of you reach your car you swing open the side door for him. “Thanks for buying it too, I’m just now realizing I didn’t thank you. You must think I’m so rude but I’ve never really had someone be nice enough to buy me this much cat food. I mean Wanda and the guys will sometimes buy me small bags of pet food here and there or maybe a new toy or two and Stan helped me set up my porch with the fake grass and cat trees but that was mainly just him giving me those things for almost nothing. So thanks again for the food and the whole preventing me from being run over thing. Oh god am I rambling again sorry.” You look down at your feet watching as your toes kick at the concrete of the sidewalk. Bucky tilts your head up with two fingers under your chin.

“Hey you don’t have to apologize, there’s nothing to be sorry for.” He steps away from you then and shuts the door of your car. “I’ll see you back at your place alright? I’ll get the food inside for ya.” All you can do is nod after being left speechless before getting in the driver's seat and heading home trying to not get too distracted by the motorcycle in your rearview mirror.

As you pull into your driveway you realize the mess he’s probably going to walk into. This is it he’s going to take one look around your house, at your pets, and turn around and never look back like most people do. He’ll realize that there’s no point in trying to be your friend because you’re the crazy cat lady even though you don’t actually own enough cats to be one. And you can probably forget about whatever attraction you have to him too. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself you get out and open the side door just as Bucky’s walking up to you.

“You know you don’t actually have to carry these all the way in. You can just leave them on the porch and I’ll take them in myself.”

“It’s fine, I don’t have anything I’d rather be doing than helping a pretty girl carry cat food into her house. Besides you’ve met Alpine it’s only fair I get to meet your pets.” He picks up the bags again and waits for you to lead the way while you sigh and close the door.

“Alright, just, be prepared because it’s not just like a couple pets okay? And I’m not just saying that because it’s more than two, I mean I have four dogs and three cats and then there’s all the others. So just be aware that when I open this door it could be complete chaos and I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to be around it.”

“Doll, don’t worry about it. Nothing could be more chaotic than my friend Sam's apartment, it's truly a mess and I go there at least once a week.” You take one more deep breath before opening your door. The sound of barking invades your ears as the dogs start to run at the door.

“Hi babies! I’m home!” You distract them off to the side while Bucky walks in and shuts the door behind him. He doesn’t move any farther than the doorway, looking around your living room and taking in every detail. The couches that have been scratched up in the back, the different cat and dog toys spread out on the floor, the shelf of movies next to the tv stand, and the different photos that hang on your walls and live on shelf space. “The kitchen is this way, if you want to follow me.” As you lead him through the dining room he notices the shelves of puzzles and board games and how you have a table big enough for a family of six even though he’s pretty sure you live there alone. There’s a giant fish tank against one wall and an almost completed puzzle on the table. There’s even more pictures on the walls of this room and Bucky can’t help but notice that they seem to all be of the same people. “You can just put them on the floor or the island. I don't really care, it's just gonna get dumped into containers anyway.” As you fill up the food bowls for the dogs at your feet a corgi comes into the room and goes straight for Bucky’s feet. He crouches down to pet him and you stand up and pet the cat that’s hopped up on the counter next to you.

“That’s Thorgi, I lost a bet with Wanda’s twin that he got to name the next dog I got so he named this one after our friend Thor. I rescued him after someone surrendered him claiming he was too much work than he’s worth. The pitbull is Zeus. He was set to be put down at a pound because he was ‘too aggressive’ but he’s just a big ol sweetheart. The boxer who I’m sure will be all over you after he eats is Jax. I took him in when he was still just a puppy, an old family from down the street didn’t have the time to take care of him and knew about how I take in animals and asked me if I could take him instead of giving him to a shelter. And the shy dachshund behind my legs is Penny. Once she gets used to you she’ll be less timid but her last owner would beat her, at least that’s what the shelter said.”

“Did you rescue all of your animals?”

“I wish I could say yes. All the dogs were but only two of my cats were, Leo my maine coon and Shadow the tortoiseshell were. Tigger, my tabby was adopted from a pet store. And I didn’t rescue any of my fish, they were all purchased. My rabbits were given to me by a family member. I rescued one of my ferrets but the other one I bought because they’re social creatures and get depressed alone. And my hamsters were bought too.” He’s just crouching there staring at you and petting the two dogs at his feet. “Alright c’mon tell me I’m crazy.”

“You’re crazy. But it’s in the best way possible doll. I don’t know anyone who would take on the responsibility of taking care of so many animals.”

“Yeah they’re a handful and it can get a little overwhelming sometimes but I love them and I have friends like Wanda who will come help take care of them if I need it. Not that I actually have that many more than Wanda, it’s a little difficult to have a life outside of these guys but that’s okay. It just means that I’ve lost friends because I can’t go out all the time or I have to cancel or change plans last minute because something happened with them. But these guys and my support group are all the friends I need so that’s okay. And I discovered pretty early on that there’s no point in dating if they can’t understand that all of what I do here is important to me. It’s the first thing I open up with when I’m set up on dates or I start an online conversation. Y’know just ‘hi I’m Y/n and I have four dogs, three cats, rabbits, ferrets, fish, and hamsters.’ Normally they say I’m crazy and never message me again or if it’s an in person date they say that’s cool and will ask me questions about them. But really the more I talk about them the more people realize that taking care of them is really all I do not to mention the strays, and they decide that’s not for them. I get it though, I’m never too upset about it. Besides, I don't want to be with someone who can’t get behind it or doesn’t want to help out. There’s a strange look in Bucky’s eyes when you look away from Tigger at him. “I’m rambling again aren’t I? Sorry.”

“I thought I told you not to apologize for that.” He stands up and makes his way over to you as he speaks. “I like your rambling. I’ve always been more of a listener anyway. And even if I wasn’t I would still like it. It’s cute and part of who you are.”

“You better watch out Buck, you keep saying things like that and I’ll fall in love with you.”

“That wouldn’t be too bad now would it pretty girl?” Just as you’re both nose to nose your phone begins to ring. You reach into your back pocket to answer while Bucky only backs up a little bit.

“Hello?”

“Lady Y/n!”

“Sir Thor! What do I owe the pleasure?” Your nicknames for eachother started when you were kids running around playing slay the dragon with fake swords and a hammer Thor always carried around. Bucky watches as your face lights up as you answer the phone and smiles at the sight.

“Movie night is still on at your place tonight right?”

“It sure is. Are you and Loki coming?”

“Of course! We’re actually at the store picking up snacks now, wanted to make sure we had the place right.” You can hear Loki saying something in the background. “Well then you should’ve called her yourself. Loki’s trying to get me to give him the phone even though he didn’t want to call at all. I’ll let you go though, you probably want to clean up all the toys even though we’d all be fine if they were still there.”

“Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit. Bye!” After you hang up you see a message from Wanda telling you she’ll be on her way over after she stops at home.

“So movie night tonight?”

“Oh, we do a movie night at least once a week and a game night every other week. Most times we do either one of them more than once though. Because as much as they’re my only friends they’re also basically each other's only friends. Thor’s the only one who has a friend group outside of ours, they’re nice though I’ve met them a few times. They all get together once a week to play D and D. His friend Sif said she’d teach me but our schedules never line up. Anyway movie night is tonight, yes. Do you want to stay for it?” 

“I’d love to stay for it. Let me call my friend Sam to let him know I won’t be at the bar tonight.”

“I didn’t know you had plans already, you don’t have to stay y'know. You can still go to the bar.”

“I want to stay, Sam will be fine. I go with him every night. I’ll be right back pretty girl.” He kisses the side of your head before walking away while pulling his phone out leaving you there with butterflies in your stomach. You focus your attention on Penny as you pick her up and wait for Bucky to come back. “Hey doll, you care if Sam comes too he won’t leave me alone about it now. The man is blowing up my phone with texts even though I already told him no.”

“Yeah, he can come.”

“He’s an annoying fucker though, I gotta warn you. You’ll like him I think. I hope so at least because if I’m gonna be sticking around for a while he’s bound to be around.”

“You’ll be sticking around?”

“For as long as you want me to doll.”

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