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Kiss Me

Hi!

This is from a request and you can find it here. There is a prequel that you can find here.

Thank you for reading it :)

TW : Jealousy, Angst, Swearing

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"Why is your friend looking at me like she’s gonna kill me?"

Surprised by the question that your interlocutor asks you, you follow her eyes to fall on Katie’s furious face. You obviously knew who the brunette you just met was referring to in that dubious nightclub, even before you met the blue of Katie’s eyes.

"Don’t worry about her" you answer with a little smile.

The truth is, you’re nervous. If you find yourself talking to that brunette, it’s because Steph and Kyra pushed you to do it. They saw her looking at you a lot since the start of the evening.

"Come on, she's the prettiest in the nightclub" Kyra told you before practically pushing you down your seat.

"What do you have to lose?" Caitlin shrugged when you looked for her to have some help.

The truth is, Caitlin knows what you have to lose because she knows about your complicated relationship with Katie. In short, you’re both crazy in love with each other. But the complicated thibg is the point of honor that puts Katie not to be in a couple with a teammate, especially following the way her relationship with Ruesha ended.

This doesn’t prevent her from yielding regularly to the temptation that you some way are in her eyes, even ending up just as regularly by spending the night with you. The next morning, however, it’s always the same thing. She apologizes, tells you that you shouldn’t have done this, kisses your cheek and leaves.

"If it makes her react to seeing you with someone else…" Caitlin whispered, even though Katie couldn’t hear her at the other end of the table anyway.

No doubt from feeling your teammates’ eyes on her, the pretty stranger ended up approaching your table. She spoke directly to you with a shy smile.

"Hello. Can I buy you a drink?" she asked.

"Yes you can!" Kyra almost scream, actually pushing you from your seat this time.

"I’m Emma" the brunette introduced herself on your way to the bar.

"Y/N" you just answered.

"Nice name for a pretty girl"

You smiled when you heard her, not really comfortable in the field of flirting. Katie had to stick you against a wall to kiss you to make you realized that maybe she liked you too.

After getting your drinks, Emma pulled you back from the crowd to chat a little more quietly. That’s when she felt Katie’s burning eyes. Emma doesn’t seem to know you’re Arsenal players, and it’s pretty refreshing. And you’re relieved to know she won’t talk about your discussion and Katie’s reaction somewhere on Internet.

"You’re cute" smiles Emma while flicking your hair when you explain to her that you’re not from London but from Australia following the question she asks you about your accent.

Surprised by the statement, you look up at her without knowing what to say. She’s probably very pretty too, to be fair. She has a nice smile, she looks very nice and her eyes sparkle with mischief. But she’s not Katie.

"Thank you" you ended up answering weirdly.

But this doesn’t seem to bother Emma who follows by an invitation to go dancing. You accept, hoping that it makes you think about something else than Katie’s look making you the impression that it will pierce you. So you try to focus on the music and find qualities for Emma. You don’t flinch when she puts her hands on your hips to draw you against her to dance. But you withdraw abruptly when you feel her lips approach dangerously yours, teasing them lightly.

"I’m sorry" you mumble before freeing yourself from her arms.

You’re not exactly sure where you’re going to run from, but you are. Until someone grabs both your arms in each of their hands to turn you around. Katie.

"Did she kiss you?"

Her voice trembles with fury and her breath is short. But her gaze plunged into yours and it gives you the impression that there is more than that.

"No"

"Did you want to kiss her?"

Of course there’s more, like every time she kisses you or you make love. It’s not for nothing that you come back every time.

"No" you whisper

After hearing your answer, Katie abruptly breaks the last centimeters that existed between you. Her lips on yours are far from tender, rather passionate and almost desperate. The force of her kiss makes you back to the wall against which you get pinned. Like for your first kiss.

"You’re mine" Katie pants, her forehead against yours, at the end of your kiss.

"Of course I am. The only problem is that you’re not mine back, Katie."

Katie looks at you for a few seconds, her eyes dipped into yours. You are still against the wall, not thinking for a second that all your teammates are now watching you.

"I’m just scared" Katie whispers, and you feel yourself getting soft immediately at her confession.

You raise your hand on her face still leaning against yours by your foreheads. Katie’s soft side has always made you fall harder than her strong character.

"I know. I’m not gonna run away, Katie."

You feel Katie’s eyes probing yours for long seconds, your fingers still drawing the lines of her face. Her breath caresses your lips and it makes you half mad.

"Kiss me again" you almost beg her.

Katie doesn’t hesitate to put her lips on yours again for a new kiss. You put her hands on her neck and slide your nails on her skin, lightly scraching her, like you know she likes. And you can’t help but be proud by hearing her moan against your lips and feeling her tighten impossibly close to you. Stuck between the wall and her body, you can’t focus on anything but her. And it’s delicious.

"Um. I hate myself to interrupt your moment, but you better finish this at either one of your house before you end up on the Internet."

Lost in your world, you didn’t see or feel Leah approach you. Her amused smile makes you blush but you let Katie grab your hand to train you with her.

"Where are we going?" you ask without resisting.

"Home."

By an incredible luck you get to find a taxi directly out of the bar that brings you quickly to Katie. And you’re unable to keep your hands in your pockets the whole way, but in your defense, Katie doesn’t help you be wise either. Luckily it’s not an Uber, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have gotten the five stars.

Arriving at Katie’s, you quickly find yourself where Katie had more or less left you. That is to say trap between her body and a wall, except that this time it’s in her apartment. You manage to reach her bedroom that you know a little less well than she knows yours, losing your clothes on the way. The hours that followed are without comments and just before you fall asleep you wonder how will happen the next morning. Usually, you’re at your apartment and Katie can run away. The good news is you can sit in her living room until you have a full conversation about your relationship.

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The next morning, when you wake up, you are surprised to see that Katie is always with you in her bed. You are almost wrapped around her, one of your arms around her waist, one of your legs over her and your face just below her shoulder. You realize that Katie is awake when you hear her laugh softly and you look up at her.

Since she wakes up almost every time before you, you haven’t really seen her in the morning. But you doubt you’ve ever found her as beautiful as she was now. You don’t know what’s left in her head about what happened last night. You know that she’s the type to run headlong and you almost expect her to tell you that you have to put a definitive point to your story. Despite the extreme comfort in which you are, you try to take off from Katie, but she frowns by passing an arm around your waist to hold you against her.

"Did you sleep well?" Katie asks, putting a hand in your hair.

"Wonderfully well" you confess without hesitation, lying back in your initial position.

Katie doesn't answer anything, content to smile gently while continuing to caress your hair. That’s the truth, you don’t know when is the last time you slept so deeply and so restfully. And in your opinion, the arms of the Irish are not unknown.

"So..." you begin after minutes of silence.

"Yeah?"

"About last night?"

"What about last night?" Katie asks softly after some moments of hesitation.

The question takes you by surprise and you lift your face from her body, so that you can observe her. But when you look at her face, you immediately see the gleam of fun shining through her eyes. She’s just teasing you and having fun with your nerves. But you decide this time to play her game, unlike other times when you didn’t know what to answer.

"I don’t know? Does it get serious between us or do I have to go get Emma’s number?"

Katie’s eyebrows immediately frown and it’s your turn to hold back an amused smile. You do so with extreme accuracy.

"Don’t you dare"

"Otherwise what?" you ask with amusement as you lift your face up to hers.

But Katie answers nothing, taken to her own game, and just pouts. Her two hands slide on each side of your face to finish in your hair and put back the few strands that were on your face.

"I want you to be mine"

"I told you last night, Katie, I’ve been yours for a long time now."

"Mine only?"

"Of course"

"Mine only in like no one has touched you in a long time?"

"No one since you"

This information seems to satisfy Katie, whose body relax under yours. Her question obviously attracts your curiosity, but you’re not sure that you want to know the answer. Unless it’s obviously what you’re hoping for.

"Stop beating your brains out. I haven’t been with anyone since that kiss in the hallway either" Katie says after a few seconds.

"You really know how to talk to women" you grumble while rolling your eyes, however relieved of this information.

Katie laughs for good this time, putting her hands on your hips to make you turn and find herself above you. A new laugh escapes from her lips when she hears your little cry of surprise, but all this is interrupted when she kisses you.

"Just to be clear, you’re my girlfriend now, yeah?"

You almost want to tease her a little more, but when you see her face tinged with a certain form of shyness, you change your mind. Instead you stretch your neck to lay a kiss on the corner of her jaw.

"With great pleasure" you answer.

"Nice" Katie grins before kissing you again.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader

[tiny-vermin]

i was waiting for you

HII. here's another fanart of a fanfic, this time by @kmackatie, its sleep with benefits!

my plan was to do a BUNCH* of these little fake movie screencaps, but being very honest i don't think i can do all of that now, considering i want other projects to take priority. and that ive done maybe 5 complete images from the story, but now i dont like my choices of colour and style, so i might redo them in the future.

*since i don't plan on continuing this for the time being (or at least taking a really long time to do it), ive put the thumbnails and notes ive made for the story under the cut!!

i did up till.. chapter 7?? bathroom scene, which isnt in my collection of scanned pictures. by god i have such cool compositions for the whole thing in my mind, but it's really tiring to do this! i really really enjoy taking an author's scene and trying to put a visual to it, its like a.. puzzle.. a mental challenge...

genuinely this process taught me a lot and helped me better understand composition and using setting to tell a story. it also made me realise the importance of PLANNING.. which is something i did little of, i was like hm i draw caleb and essek a lot (not really) so i dont need character sheets or planned outfits or whatever (i really did).

anyways, enjoy these stick men and my insane scribbles trying to decipher katie's use of colour in the story.

#verms stuff #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #critical role fanart #verms cr #i would also show u my other ones #but i dont like them unfortunately #katie i know u sent me a bunch to draw #i think if i do continue #those will take priority!! #ah they may be asleep now i just realised this

[kiss-me-cill-me]

i’m not sure if anon has already requested a character for that song but if ur up for it CAN WE HAVE THAT SONG WITH JONATHAN CRANE. also i just listened to that song for the first time in like 3 years and got major deja vu lmao 😭

also ps i love u and ur writing !!!

This is related to another ask from an anon, requesting a fic based off of Katy Perry's song, The One That Got Away. I am so sorry to both of you that it's taken me forever to write this, but thank you for your patience and support <3

Now We Pay The Price | Pt. 1

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Life hasn't turned out exactly the way you wanted it to. Isolated and distraught as you watch time slip by while you sit, trapped in Arkham, your only wish is to recapture the way that things used to be.

Warnings: Angst, whump, sexual themes but no explicit smut, mental health themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mention of needles, mention of sedatives, unrequited love, established past romantic relationship, ambiguity

A/N: I hardly ever write angst, so please be gentle with me lol. But with the song inspo, I couldn't help but go in that direction. Slightly nervous to post this, but also happy that I've branched out from my comfort zone a bit!

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Lying on your stomach, feet in the air, you stretched the thin cotton sheets with your hand. Just enough to give them the tension you needed to glide a ballpoint pen over the fabric, scratching over and over the same mark to make it appear complete. This was far from the perfect medium for doodling - but sheets were what you had, and so they were what you used.

Even the pen was contraband. You knew you weren’t supposed to have it. What anyone thought you’d do with it… honestly, you had no idea. As if you could use a pen for anything other than what you were wrapped up in doing now - carefully and determinedly drawing hearts.

You stopped to rest your head for a moment on the pitifully thin pillow. Across the room, blank white concrete stared back at you. Day in, day out. Endless. The same room with the same walls.

Picking up the pen again, you placed the tip right in between the lobes of one of the many hearts. Scratch, scratch, scratch. A messy, zig-zagging line bisected the doodle. 

Broken.

You sighed, and started to color a different heart, filling it with blue ink that didn’t seem very inclined to stick to the bed sheets. It was slow going. The deep azure tint reminded you of deoxygenated blood, like you would see in a textbook diagram. Once the heart was completely filled, you moved dutifully on to the next.

A rustling at your door made you jump. Quickly, you stuffed the pen under your pillow, and turned up the sheets to hide your drawings. It wouldn’t be very good for you if anybody saw them.

You sat up, arranging your rumpled jumpsuit as neatly as you could. Leather straps hung off the sides of your bed, and you spared them a glance, bristling at the memories of having them lashed over your body. 

The metal door slid open slowly, until you could finally see…

Him. Your heart skipped a beat and a half as he stepped stiffly into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He didn’t make a show of locking it, but it was still all too hard to miss the way his hand stopped short at the keyhole, before slipping into his pocket.

“Jonathan. I’m so glad-”

“Don’t call me that,” he bristled. “In here, we don’t know each other. Please. You always forget that.”

“...Dr. Crane,” you corrected yourself. 

His tone was so bitter that you could feel it in the very back of your throat, trying to claw its way down to your heart. You swallowed, trying to bite back the taste.

“I’m sorry. I was just happy to see you.” You smiled, pushing through your discomfort, for his sake.

Crane was clearly agitated. He took a few steps into the room, before turning around and facing the door. For one brief moment, you couldn’t see his face, until finally he turned back. His eyes were ice as they stared down at you.

“Do you have any idea how difficult you’ve been making things for me?” he spat. 

The accusation hurt, of course. Though you knew very well what he meant. You had been acting out, more than usual, as of late. And although it wasn’t without a purpose, you could see that it was wearing him thin. But… how else were you supposed to see each other? 

Arkham Asylum wasn’t exactly known for its model patients. It took a lot to get Dr. Crane’s attention.

“If we spent more time together, I wouldn’t be so difficult,” you replied, trying to keep your tone even.

Crane pinched the bridge of his nose, in that way that you were well acquainted with. He’d always had that habit. Back when you’d first met, you had loved making him get frustrated - just enough for a laugh. Some things never changed.

“You’re really backing me into a corner,” Crane sighed. “And I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“Let’s talk,” you offered, patting the bed. “That’s what you’re here for, right?”

Crane, reluctantly, sat down. You could sense his exhaustion in the way that he almost collapsed onto the bed, hands gripping the edge for support. You inched a bit closer, enough so that your knees touched briefly. Crane pulled away.

You wanted to reach out; put a hand on his shoulder, just like you’d done so many times before. He used to like it when you touched him. Sometimes, you liked to think that yours was the only gentle embrace that he had ever known. Maybe it was silly, but the thought of it always made you feel better.

Now, Crane’s eyes held nothing but menace as he glared over at you, as if you were a stain on the bed sheets. You wondered, vaguely, what had happened to change things.

So much. So much that had led you to this place, where you could be so close to him and yet felt more separated than ever.

“I hate to say it, Doc, but I think I’m going crazy in here,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He barely had a reaction; a deep sigh the only hint that he’d heard what you said at all.

“And why do you think that is?” he asked, finally. 

The psychiatrist in him always came through to shove even more distance between you. Like a shield, put up just when you’d started to press through the fog of tension that hung heavy in the room. You swallowed your frustration at being kept out, and tried to answer him honestly.

“Because I barely get to see you,” you replied.

That was the wrong answer, and Crane’s shoulders swung abruptly to face you. 

He was scary like this. Almost scary, anyway. If you didn’t know him better, the look in his eyes would have sent you cowering. 

But you did know him, so well, and you remembered with sudden clarity that he’d always been bothered by feeling inadequate. You felt awful; you hadn’t meant to imply that he wasn’t doing enough.

“I’m sorry,” you soothed, before he could say anything. “I know that you’re busy, but-”

“But you continue to make yourself into a problem,” he hissed. “You know the only reason you’re in here instead of rotting away over at Blackgate is because of me, right?”

You nodded, too shocked by embarrassment to speak.

“Then for my sake, why don’t you act like it?”

“I’m…” You paused for a moment, sharp tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m just… lost without you,” you whispered. “You know that. I always told you I would be.”

The first tear fell, and you tried to hide your face.

“Don’t cry,” Crane sighed.

You could hear the harsh tinge of annoyance in his voice, and wished that it was anything else. Even his pity would have been better than knowing that your feelings were now nothing but inconvenience. You choked on your own throat, trying to stifle a sob.

“Please don’t cry,” he mumbled, slightly softer this time.

But now that you’d started, you couldn’t make yourself stop. If anything, the tears were only coming faster, and you felt yourself start to shrink into your own chest. The little black pit that always seemed to sit there, now swiftly opening up to swallow you.

With a deep and lingering exhale, Crane pulled you close. Suddenly, you were back where you both had been, so many years ago: one person’s cheek pressed into the other’s shoulder. Tears soaking into fabric that seemed to be stained with sadness. You let out a half-laugh, half-sob, and nestled into the crook of his neck.

“Remember when I used to do this for you?”

Crane stiffened slightly beside you.

“Things have changed since then,” he muttered. 

Your memory suddenly flashed back to the first time he had used the words “dysfunctional attachment” to describe you. That had hurt worse than anything else. Even more than all of the other occasions to come, when you’d heard those same words and worse fall from his lips. They could never truly compare to that first time, when your whole world had come crashing abruptly to the ground.

His arm dropped away from you, but you kept your face pressed into his shoulder.

“Things haven’t really changed,” you said. “I still belong to you.”

“You don’t.”

Two words that stung worse than hundreds of needles. You tried to pretend that the wind hadn’t been knocked out of you, as you replied.

“I do. And I will. Always.”

You looked up at him with wet eyes, a trace of the old life that you’d shared together still evident deep within your pupils. Even if only the memories of it lived inside of you, they still lived. They were still something.

“You need to move on,” Crane said flatly. “I know it’s not easy in here, with me…” He sighed. “I did what I could to protect you, but maybe it would have been better if I had just stayed out of your case. Blackgate would have at least given you distance.”

“I don’t want distance,” you whispered. “I just want to be with you.”

“You can’t be.”

Always so stubborn.

“I could be, if you’d help me get out.”

Confusion flashed across Crane’s face, quickly replaced with raw terror. 

“Escape Arkham?” His eyebrows furrowed, nearly knitting together. “You can’t be serious. Do you even realize what-?”

“I know, I know,” you hummed. “But just think - we could run away together, just like we always talked about.”

“Stop.”

“Don’t you remember? We promised-”

“Things. Change.” Crane’s voice almost shook as it thundered.

You brought a hand up to his face, gently coaxing until he looked at you.

“But they don’t have to,” you breathed. 

Your eyes drifted down to your wrist, to the space just below your thumb, and over the little tattoo that was etched into your skin. A heart - just like the ones littering your blanket, hidden carefully from Crane’s view.

“Remember when you gave me this?” you asked, holding up the tattoo in front of him.

“No; I remember you doing that to yourself.”

“At first, sure,” you chuckled. “But then, you helped me to finish it, ‘cause-”

“Because I didn’t want you to hurt yourself,” Crane muttered. “Just like you always seem to. Even now.”

You ignored his remark as your hands drifted down to collect one of his pale wrists, then lifted up to your face. The sleeve of his suit jacket slipped back, revealing the spot where once, long ago, you had given him the same mark. Just with a felt-tip pen; he would have never allowed you, even back then, to deface his own body in the same way you had yours. 

At the time, the impermanence of it hadn’t seemed to matter. You’d been too distracted; elated by the way that his and your matching blossoms of ink had pressed up against each other as you’d held hands. 

Now, you pressed a kiss to the blank space.

“Us against the world, Jonathan. Remember?”

Suddenly, his fingers pressed into your face, digging into the sides of your chin as he forced you back into focus.

“Don’t call me that,” he warned, once again. “How many times do I have to tell you? That life doesn’t exist in here.”

Your hands still dangled from his wrist as he continued to crush your jaw, not letting you look away. But this was the one part of him that you didn’t want to face. The part that didn’t need you anymore.

“Jonathan. You know the reason I’m in here, don’t you?”

“Are you asking if I know about your case? All of the crimes you committed?” he huffed. “Because yes - I was very involved in the trial, and it was nearly impossible to keep everyone else in the dark about…”

Us was the word that he couldn’t bring himself to say.

“That’s not what I mean,” you said. “I mean, do you know why I did those things?”

“Stop - please don’t tell me this again.”

“I did them for you,” you cried, your emotions getting the better of you again. “I do everything for you. So don’t you dare pretend you don’t need me, when really the only fucking reason you’re not stuck in here with me is because I always-”

“Stop.”

Crane’s hands tore away to grab you by the shoulders, wrenching you back to reality. Somehow he always managed to do that. To pull you straight out of the riptide, just as it was about to sweep you away.

“I never asked you to do what you did,” he hissed, articulating each word between clenched teeth.

“But I did it anyway,” you spat. “Because you always get into trouble. Because I told you I’d be there for you, no matter what. And because I always keep promises.”

“I don’t need you to anymore.” Crane’s hands squeezed you uncomfortably. “I don’t - I didn’t need you to ruin your life for me.”

“My life isn’t ruined if it’s for you.”

“Jesus Christ…”

Crane’s hand came up to rake through his hair, but before he could pull away fully, you caught him. Fingers clenched tight to the front of his suit, you pulled back and forced him to fall with you. Your back hit the bed, and Crane scrambled to catch himself before his full weight could slam into you. His body perched just above yours, caging you in his arms.

“This. You must remember this.” 

Your words were a whisper, barely loud enough to pass from your lips to his ear, despite how close he was. Your legs frantically came up to tug at his waist, trying to force him closer.

“This was the only time I felt alive,” you continued. “When we were like this. You remember.”

How could he not? You could still live in that moment, if you tried hard enough. As if it had been only yesterday. Both of you nervous and fumbling, nearly falling off of the bed as he hovered over you and you clung to him. 

The way that your bodies had melted together, almost desperately, in a way that had made you feel certain that neither one of you would let go. Letting go then had meant something worse than death; it meant a life that dragged on without you and him together. 

The stale echoes of passion still rang in your ears as you looked up, silently begging for him to rekindle the spark that had been there.

Crane’s expression was all but impossible to read. His face half-hidden beneath bangs that fell into his eyes. The two-second pause was like a lifetime as you awaited his answer.

“Of course I remember.”

Your heart soared, flying recklessly up.

“But that doesn’t mean it’s the same now.”

Broken. Smashed hard against the cold floor of your cell.

“I don’t believe that,” you breathed. “I can’t. I-”

“You need to,” he interrupted. “Because it’s the truth.”

You stayed stock still on the mattress as Crane briskly pushed himself up, disentangling himself from your limbs. He exhaled as he tugged at his jacket, trying to make himself presentable. 

You weren’t sure how he could find the nerve, after ripping your whole world apart.

“I’m upping the dose on your sedatives,” he informed you, still not meeting your gaze. “But I would prefer if you could find it within yourself to behave so that I don’t have to. I don’t like to do this, but-”

“Appearances…” Your voice drifted through the room. “Have to be kept up.”

He had told you as much, probably dozens of times. Just like he’d told you the old life between you no longer mattered, or even existed. If it ever had.

“I’m glad you understand,” he said shortly. 

His back was already turned, but you looked up to watch him drift out of the room, quickly pocketing the keys on his way out. 

Your head fell back, hard, but the sensation did nothing to ground you. You felt all too lost and adrift; trapped in a situation you had created. This wasn’t how things were supposed to end up.

Your hand drifted silently under the pillow, and wrapped around the barrel of the pen that was still hidden there. 

Suddenly, grotesque understanding of all the reasons why no one would want you to have such a thing flooded into your consciousness. The possibilities were many and bleak, but they all led back to the same conclusion. It was just like you had told Crane earlier.

If your life together didn’t exist in this place, then the only solution was to leave. 

You smiled. With resolve swirling dangerously inside your veins, you vowed to make sure that nothing like this ever happened again. You were going to be together, no matter what. 

There would be no getting away.

This fic now has a Part 2! Read it HERE

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #cillian murphy x reader #angst #LemmyFics

[yarrystyleeza]

Always So Good With The Kids, And Kids Absolutely Love Him

Requested by @munsonownsmyass

(so my thoughts on this are soft!matt with the ship dynamic: childhood friends with love interest in each other)

Word count: the range of 1,185 words, utter toothaching fluff like a birthday cake! <3

You loved volunteering for Saint Agnes church, the place you grew up at, as you were raised catholic, you usually went to church on Sundays, and attended all events usually scheduled during the week. You got to know a lot of people, from the children your age to the elderly grandpas, and made a lot of good relationships and connections with them.

You had your own job — which was working perfectly fine for you, but you loved sticking around with the children of the orphanage, their poor small innocent hearts deserved all the care and pamper — that was always your thought about them, and it never changed.

Because you were close with one of them once, growing up, as you attended events with your parents, you got to know the kid who never left the place, Matt Murdock, the blind boy. His father, Battlin' Jack Murdock, died when Matt was only 11, and he had no other place to go, so he was staying at the orphanage attached to the church.

He was the same your age, and he was so locked on himself, but only you managed to get him out of his bubble and open up to you about what he feels about the loss of his father, and the loss of his sight, — by then you've become friends, he found comfort in your company.

He even told you about the abilities he had kept for himself, about how the world felt from his perspective, the way he could hear electricity within the walls, and the sirens on the other side of Hell's Kitchen, how he can always smell your golden retriever on your sweaters, and the lavenders your mother grew by your bedroom window, or how he could taste each chemical the tap water contained; and that was fascinating to you as a kid.

Matt grew up to be a defense attorney, and you pursued your dream of being a journalist, and though your routes went sideways, you still remained friends after all those years, pick up a couple of drinks at the bar, or meet up at a diner in the afternoon.

He kept all his secrets with you, even the darkest of them, he told you about his secret identity, his super abilities, Elektra, and the Hand, — and you were always a keeper, you always listened and understood him, and never judged him, that's why he always looked for you when he's in trouble.

You loved spending Sunday evenings at the orphanage — among children, reading them stories and playing with them, you taught them how to bake and draw, and do the little house chores they can do, — and Matt loved to join you sometimes; he loved children, they were "angels on earth" to him, so he loved being around them, brought them presents, and played with them, — and he admired watching you doing something you loved and cherished.

But this Sunday was special, because it was your birthday, and the idea of spending that day with your little friends was something you would never put down.

The kids surprised you by rounding you in a big circle, singing "Happy Birthday miss y/n" and dancing around you, with little candles held in their little hands, they baked you a heart shaped cake with the help of the sisters, and made little drawings and paper boats as your birthday presents.

You sat on the floor and they sat around you, after crowning you with the glittery golden paper crown they made for you. They gave you their wishes. "miss y/n, I wish you can be a princess!" one of the little girls said, you kissed her temple, "well, katy, I couldn't be a princess, for there's already one here!" you replied as you pointed at her, and she turned into a ball of blush. "I wish you and Mr Murdock get married and have children!" a little boy said, it was your turn to blush, unable to articulate any understandable words out of all the laughter that choked you, you and Matt? Well, this was always on your mind. "umm... thank you, Eddie," that was the only sentence you could say. The kids sat silently with their legs crossed, and had their index fingers on their mouths as a hush, their little hushs rumbled around you. You were confused, about to tilt your head to see what they're staring at, "look at me, miss y/n! I have a present for you!" Eddie yelled at you, he ran to your arms and gave you the biggest hug his small arms could do.

"nice move, Eddie," before you could speak, he had cut you off with a kiss on your cheek, "happy birthday, sweetheart," he rounded you with his arms in a very warm embrace, a one you could sink in and sleep soundly. Matt playfully patted Eddie's chin, "I did what you asked me, Mr Murdock!" he chuckled and kissed Matt on the cheek, "oh, boy, you did!" Matt kissed his head.

"Mr Murdock!" the kids shouted, they hugged him and each gave him a kiss on the cheek; Matt have been always so good with the kids, and they absolutely love him, they even team together against you in games!

"what a great surprise, Matt. Didn't you have plans today?" you stated, as he fixed his posture next to you, folding his legs, "how could I miss a day so precious to me?" he answered with a question and a cocky smile, you huffed a chuckle and rolled your eyes.

"this was my plan for the day" he unwrapped the gift he brought to you, it was your all time favorite novel, signed by the author themselves, you swallowed a gasp, "Matt, you..." your words got stuck in your throat, "how could I forget something like that? You've always talked about how much you love that book, and let's say I had to meet the author privately, for him to write you a message..." you couldn't help but jump at him with a hug, and he secured you in his arms, "maybe you wanna go out with me tonight? Discuss Eddie's suggestions?" he soothed your cheek, drawing circles at your chin, "I'd love to," you pecked his lips quickly, and all the kids went "Yuck!!" and "Ew!!", you both laughed and continued on the little celebration the kids held, ate the cake, and sang together.

At the end of the day, the kids gathered around Matt, he kissed each on the crowns of their heads, "thank you for watching out for my girl, Eddie," he squatted to reach the boy's height, "you're welcome, mr Murdock... Are you bringing your baby next Sunday?" Matt chuckled, "that would be a great idea, right, y/n?" your eyes widened, "Matt!" you yelled, face red flushed, he giggled, "I guess she liked it."

The years went by and you and Matt got to have your very own children, but you never stopped going to the orphanage together, just to watch the little innocent hearts grow, and make new memories with the new kids.

Ayyyy, I'm so sorry for the late posting on this one, like I mentioned in an earlier post my internet connection was wobbly and I couldn't blog my own long posts (fics specifically) but now that the problem is fixed, here's your request...

Tell me what you think about this! And thanks for dropping the prompt! <3

Feel free to submit a prompt from this list in my ask (I only write for Matt Murdock)! <3

#yarrystyleeza #matt murdock #daredevil #charlie cox #mattmurdock #charliecox #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader fluff #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fic

[hanginwithhkatie]

Here's a quick drawing I did tonight experimenting with posing!! @bubbleverseart gave me some really great tips for how to set up limbs and I really think it's helped me alot!! I really need to get better at hands but I wanted to show this tonight before I go to sleep!

I've also upped the thickness of the lines and I feel like that gives Katie a more uniform consistent look! And yes I have redone her hair again but I think I'm gonna stick with this style!!! I hope!!!

#lgbtq artist #lgbtqia artist #trans artist #trans artwork #lgbt art #small artist #transgirl #lgbtq #transgender #transfem

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 53 Author Notes

Page 53

It’s time!! :D

I would like to say that the song I had setting the tone for this was something epic and Imogen-coded like "Thousand Eyes" by Of Monster's and Men but alas it was "Firework" by Katy Perry because my Imogen playlist is a wild ride. (Actually I was mostly listening to Midst while working on this and am happy to report that the hype is true, Midst is excellent and you should listen to it!)

And now I have to remember to draw Imogen’s lightning markings again every week after having had to consciously train myself NOT to draw them in this for the past year. In other art I’ve done of her they start at the inside of her wrists and wrap around her arms in spirals so I decided to stick with that.

All of the members of the mob are background Matts we’ve seen before expressing some negative reaction to Imogen or Laudna (or both). On this page we have the orc parents (who lost their child to scarlet fever and are still wearing their funeral attire), Fan-Unfavorite Doughnut Guy, and the young half-elf guy from the fair, and the muttonchops guy and old overalls guy from outside Faramore’s store. (Presumably, there are more offscreen but I was really tired and did not want to draw any more NPCs haha.)

I wrote all of this long before we had any details of The Gelvaan Incident or before we even knew that a Ruidusborn’s powers are awakened by intense emotional distress. The whole thing was extrapolated from two lines of Imogen’s, from

episode 23:

I’ve never flown before. Do you think that came from it? Or do you think it’s just something I have? I mean, before you came to town, I didn’t even know I could . . .

and 34:

Well. Up until yesterday, they kind of felt good. I mean, at first, they were terrible. It let everyone in town know I was different, you know? And then as soon as I realized I could defend, like when I defended Laudna when she came to town, then it was like they were proof that I was stronger than I thought I was.

From that and knowing that her psychic powers already started when she was 18, I came to the conclusion that Imogen’s lightning powers first appeared when she used them to protect Laudna from an incident of mob violence in Gelvaan. (And that the unspoken what she didn’t even know she could do was this.)

Fortunately, in the time it took me to actually GET to this scene (which the entire first chapter has been building up to), that theory hasn’t been debunked. She does say that her lightning markings appeared when her dreams started at 18, but for the purposes of this comic I thought it would be fun to see them appear for the first time onscreen. :)

#a long road home #author notes

[sleepnoises]

incomprehensible fellow techniques

That clay ask about techniques made me want to break down the process for this sculpture.

0. Not pictured: think of the idea. Maybe draw it. My friend Katie wanted to commission a guy for her boyfriend, who liked stumps and wizards in the last drop. I made a wizard tower for him, which this is not, and then I wanted to try it again.

Start with two pinch pots. Stick them together via slipping and scoring, but mainly just by smoothing them together with vigor. Cut a hole so that you can reach in and smooth the join from the inside. You should have a rough spherish shape. Wrap in plastic or otherwise restrict airflow, leave to dry.

2. Once the sphere is about leather hard, you can build out the silhouette. I think I made the tower cylinder earlier and left it to set up. It's made from a rolled-out slab, while the stump is made of cylinders made from flat clay I just squooshed in my hands, making them more organic. Plus, the thicker clay from just squooshin' is easier to manipulate. These are attached to the sphere via slip-and-score.

The hollow additions then need to dry to leather hard.

I also added feets; while those are wet, the sculpture needs a support. You can use wet clay wrapped in plastic so it doesn't stick.

3. Other additions. The roots are just worms of clay, and they may actually have gone on at the same time as the stump.

The roots are pretty crucial, because they support the reversible face, which I made earlier from a disc of clay and let dry so it wouldn't fuse to the wet clay.

The little tower needed the larger tower to be sturdily attached before it was added on. The tower roofs are essentially pinch pots again. Getting the tower to be stiff enough to support weight, but not crumbly when windows are cut out, was a smidgen annoying.

4. After some time wrapped up so the moisture of the different additions can equalize and the whole thing can stiffen up a bit: carving and smoothing! Carving really makes the stump shine. I also painted it with darker slip after carving.

Hopefully this is informational, somehow!

#long post

[omniuravity]

Watching the Hazbin Hotel actors draw their characters is adorable:

Viv just draws a beautiful picture of Charlie.

Jeremy Jordan (Lucifer) draws a gremlin with teeth.

Jessica Vosk (Lute) draws her character and makes a scary face.

Erika Henningsen (Charlie) draws an decent picture of Charlie.

Amir Talai (Alastor) draws some sort of evil cat creature.

Kimiko Glenn (Nifty) actually draws a cute picture.

Blake Roman (Angel Dust) draws a man with a big nose.

Keith David (Husk) draws another demented cat creature and claims "I am no artist."

Brandon Rodgers (Katie) draws a stick figure with boobs, stilettos, and hair.

@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @bloodypeachblog

[kidge-planet]

This song gives me KIDGE-

Listen to it! And then read my explanation of why!

So to me that sounds like an AU:

(tw: It's going to be sad...)

Kidge had their first son and soon after, a new war started... The baldes were needed and so was Keith...

Katie and him both talked about it a lot and she knew that they needed him... It hurt her a lot, but she decided to stay strong. She had to stay on earth for their son.

And of course, if Keith was going for a second war it was to protect his son and wife from it...

And he misses them everyday, would trade anything to see them again.

Then, one day, he ends up on a planet, fighting on grounds with his usual blade... But after killing some guys and seeing their blood on his hands and on his blades, he suddenly started to feel guilt. Wondered if that made him a monster... Because these people are just like him: fighting a war that they didn't start in the first place... Probably having a family waiting for them at home...

Would he be a good father for his son after that?... That's not who he was... He used to save families, but now...

While looking at himself in a blood puddle, someone attacked him from behind...

That's how he died, and he is sorry to leave his family this way... Sorry for destroying other families... For not even saving his own family...

But he's just a man.

(OK, WE NEED AND ANIMATIC- like really, think of this scenario while listening. It sticks exactly to the music itself! (Not talking about the lyrics here, more of the instrumentals) like it goes from soft which can be when he leaves his family and thinks of them, then, the music gets a bit more "violent" which is the war... The vocals are adding behind which can show the moment during which he is questioning himself and finally, it ends on a last and sudden note. When he died. I can picture the animatic in my head but I can't draw- if you can tho, contact me, I have ideas🙌)

Sorry if the explanation doesn't really make sense, I'm feeling dizzy while writing it🥲☠️

#voltron legendary defender #kidge #voltron #voltron pidge #keith voltron #pidge #keith #voltron kidge #pidge and keith #keith and pidge

[beastkeeper91]

Mattholomule

(My Hazbinsona)

[Name]

•Mattholomule

[True Name]

• Matthew

[Nicknames]

• Matt

• The Crimson Ripper (Alias)

• The Fear Demon (Title)

• Maniac Matt (By his bullies)

• Sweetie, My little cupcake (By Charlie)

• Matty, Squirt, Little Nerd (By Cherri)

• Pipsqueak, Twerp, Loony Boy, Sparky, Kid, Dork (By Angel)

• Kid (By Husk)

• Kiddo, Sweetheart, Mijho (By Vaggie)

• Little Rascal, My Dear Boy, Sport (By Alastor)

• Youngman (Sir Pentious)

• Bloodthirsty Brat (By Vox)

• Blazing Inferno, Goat Boy, Homicidal Maniac (By Velvette)

• Psychotic Prick, Troublesome Little Shit (By Valentino)

• Darling (By Rosie)

• Little Fella (By Mimzy)

• Forsaken Child, Filthy Brat (By Lute)

• Fucking Dweeb (By Adam)

[Species]

• Human (Formerly).

• Sinner Demon.

[Age]

• 18.

[Gender]

• Male.

[Sexuality]

• Pansexual.

[Date of Birth]

• September 14th, 2003.

[Date of Death]

• August 5th, 2022.

[Sins]

• Wrath and Gluttony.

[Cause of Death]

•Smoke suffocation.

[Likes]

• Animals, Murder, Torture, Killing those who he deemed "guilty", The Color Red, Fire, His adoptive parents, His Friends, Pain, His stuffed bear "Teddy", Marijuana, Pizza, Sweets, Video Games, Reading, Listening to Music, Drawing, Snuff Films, Vintage Antiques, History, Halloween, Mythology, Sci-Fi, Horror, Cooking, Helping Others, Swimming.

[Dislikes]

• Loud Noises, Crowded Areas, Summer, Hardcore Drugs, Hardcore Parties, Alcohol, Gambling, Someone taking his things without permission, Innocent people getting hurt, His friends & family getting hurt, Bigots, Animal Cruelty, Bullies, Pedos, Rapists, Perverts, Pornography, Needles, Angel Dust's Pranks and Insults, The Vees, Katie Killjoy, The Exorcists, Adam & Lute, Heaven's Hypocrisy.

[Friends]

• Charlie

• Vaggie

• Angel Dust (Sometimes)

• Husk (Sometimes)

• Alastor (Sometimes)

• Sir Pentious

• Egg Bois

• Niffty

• Rosie (acquainted)

• Zestial (acquainted)

• Carmilla Carmine (acquainted)

• Cherri Bomb (Sometimes)

• Emily

• Teddy (His stuffed bear)

• Kodak (OC)

• Giggles (OC)

• Viscera (OC)

[Enemies]

• Adam

• Lute

• Velvette

• Valentino

• Vox

• Mimzy

• Katie Killjoy

• Helsa Von Eldritch

• Seviathan Von Eldritch

[Crush]

• Viscera (OC)

[Family]

• Melanie (Mom)

• Joseph (Grandpa; Deceased)

• Charlie & Vaggie (Adoptive Parents)

[Personality]

•Kind Hearted, Respectful, Polite, Generous, Protective, Sensitive, Enthusiastic, Sympathetic, Friendly, Anxious, Psychotic, Sadistic, Homicidal, Obsessive.

[Physical Description]

• Normal Form: An average and short body with light-grey skin and forty tallymark scars, curly desert sand-colored hair along with two black horns, red eyes with a white sclera, including a third eye, black-hoofed feet, and distinguished fangs that stick out from his lips.

• Full Demon Form: A slender and tall body with red glowing tallymarks all-over,dark flaming hair with black elongated horns, elongated fingers and limbs with the legs being bended back, elongated claws, a long prehensile tail, a red eye located on his chest, black spike protrusions on his body, fully red eyes with a black pupil, and a wide mouth having complete rows of vicous sharp teeth.

[Height]

• 5"11 (Normal Form)

• 10"11 (Full Demon Form)

[Disabilities]

• Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

• Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD)

• Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

• Schizophrenia

• Pyromania

[Occupation]

• High School Student (Formerly).

• Serial Killer (Formerly).

• Asylum Patient (Formerly).

• Hazbin Hotel Resident.

[Residence]

• Oakwood, Washington (Birth Home, Formerly)

• Spring Valley, Arkansas (Formerly)

• Pentagram City, 9th Circle, Hell (Currently)

[Abilities]

• Intellect, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Lock Picking, Weapon Proficiency, Murder Intuition, Torture Intuition, Cooking, Singing, Demonic Transformation, Hypnosis Immunity, Weapon Summoning, Typhokinesis, Hallucikinesis, Night Vision, Enhanced Agility, Enhanced Strength, Hypnosis, Pyrokineses, Zoolingualism, Telekinesis, Teleportation, Fire Breath.

[Weaknesses]

• Due to his ADHD, it's hard for him to stay focused when using some of his powers. He would easily get distracted by something he either finds interesting, adorable, or unique.

• When creating illusions, it'll slowly drain him due to the need for concentration in order to create them.

• There were times where he couldn't control his full demonic form due to either panic attacks or uncomfortable rage. To prevent this, however, whenever there were signs of him transforming, he would take cannabinoids to keep him calm.

[Other/ Fun Facts]

• Whenever in a conversation he'll sometimes bring up references and facts.

• He has a lot of favorite animals in hell, though his most favorite are Dragons.

• Despite his murderous intentions and psychotic behavior, he's actually very genuine and kind once you get to know him better.

• His teddy bear acts both as a comfort item and as a memory of his mom back in the living world.

• Has a knack for bringing in animals and collecting antiques.

• Whenever he teleports, creates illusions, and manipulate or generates smoke. The color of the smoke will be Black & Red.

• Most of the overlords, except for the Vees, developed respect for him due to how powerful he is, which they'd never seen before, not since Alastor.

• His stuffed bear is sentient, meaning he can walk, eat, and understand people. Though he can't talk, he does make cute bear cub noises.

[Backstory]

• Matthew was a very good person in his early life. He was considered to be the sweetest, kindest, and most compassionate young man anyone has ever met, but that was before he moved to Spring Valley, Arkansas, which is one of the worst towns in America. There he became a target of bullying and prejudice to the point where he would get badly assaulted, harassed, and abused every day at school or in town for being both autistic and pansexual, but then one day he finally snapped and started killing not only his tormentors, but those he deemed "Guilty". From October 31st, 2021, to May 13th, 2022, he killed, butchered, tortured, and mutilated a total of 200 people and was later arrested and sentenced to "Spring Valley Sanatorium," where he would spend the rest of his life, but that was until a horrific fire happened in August, which killed half of the patients and staff, including Matthew. When he manifested in Hell, he arrived in the "Doomsday District" of Pentagram City where he stayed in for about a year till he saw a news report about a place called "The Happy Hotel" for those seeking redemption, but that wouldn't be the only thing he would find there, as it'll also be where he will start a new life and, possibly, a new family.

(Note: Might Edit once the show progresses.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel rp #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel vaggie #alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin niffty #sir pentious #katie killjoy #hazbin overlords #hazbin exterminators #hazbin adam #the vees #valentino #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #egg bois

[androidcharles]

The final result of the Burt Burt call. So many good Burt Burts! I hope we get a second collaborative whiteboard in the future 😊

#the henry stickmin collection #burt curtis #katie's stick drawings #among many others #so many good burt burts #-boops all the burts burts-

[magics-neptunes-things]

Lover

Hello there ♥

Sorry for all the people waiting for this one, you can find the request here, here, here, here and here. Can't believe how many request I have for them to be honest.

But it's the international break so let's find some comfort in here 🥲

It's with the prompt n°15 and 34 from here and the end of the two first chapters that you can find here and here.

Enjoy!

TW : None

PART 1 | PART 3

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Waking up with Katie is probably Caitlin’s favorite thing these days. Even if Katie isn’t the same on the field as outside, sleepy Katie is extremely cuddly and clingy when waking up. With her morning broken voice, her body still warm to have been all night under the duvet and her sulky face if she didn’t get her lot of hug, in Caitlin’s opinion she is simply adorable. And it’s terribly difficult for her to resist her repeated requests to hug or extend their time in bed.

It’s the same this morning. Caitlin is lying on her back, Katie completely lying on her, her arms wrapped around her neck and her face buried at the level of her chest. Caitlin has been drawing for many minutes imaginary drawings on Katie’s hips with her fingertips, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The spirit of the Australian woman flies away a little, remembering some of their memories with a small smile.

Their first kiss that quickly slipped on their first time. The first dinner with their two families together and a big difference in the number of Foord compared to the McCabe, Katie having ten brothers and sisters and Caitlin only a big sister and her mother. The dinner at the restaurant where Caitlin asked Katie if she could change the sens of the Irish ring she wears to signify to the world that she’s no longer single. Their joint move into a new house in St-Albans. The fun they had to heckle like teenagers when choosing their furniture. The memories are many and all bring a pleasant feeling of warmth in the pit of Caitlin’s stomach.

Caitlin’s attention turns to Katie when she moves when a wave of shivers run in her skin.

"You tickle me" moaned Katie, burying her face even more in Caitlin.

"Sorry" laughs the Australian with a kiss in her hair.

Katie only responds with a new moan and the Australian passes her arms around Katie’s waist to tighten her against her.

"We’re going to have to get up Katie baby" Caitlin announces, glancing at the alarm clock on her bedside table.

She still remembers when Katie made fun of her to still have an alarm clock "like a grandmother", but when Caitlin pointed out that it allowed her to watch the time without having to move and interrupt their hugs to grab her phone, it suddenly found favor in her eyes.

"Noooooo" complains Katie, as expected, by infinitely sticking against Caitlin.

This amuses the Australian who laughs softly, laying kisses on Katie’s forehead and hair.

"Five more minutes but that’s all we have left" Caitlin whispers, kissing Katie’s temple.

The latter growls in a low voice, creating a new smile on Caitlin’s face. And as always, five minutes later Katie again asks for five more minutes. Unfortunately, their time is up.

"Fine" grunts Katie sitting on the bed and rubbing her eyes with a sulky look.

Wondering how she can be as cute as at this moment, Caitlin cannot resist the urge to lean over her to gently kiss her cheek.

"You’re beautiful, you know that right?" whispers Caitlin against Katie’s cheek.

The latter smiled as she heard her and laid a kiss on her lips.

"You’re the most beautiful of us two" replies the Irish, frowning when she sees Caitlin rolling her eyes with a smile. "What? It's the truth"

"Of course, my love. Avocado toast for breakfast?"

"Please" answers Katie with a big smile.

********

Hours later, the two young women are on the football field of the Arsenal women’s team, the referee’s whistle announcing the end of the match. It’s with general relief from the players of Arsenal that the whistles are welcomed. The match against Manchester City was complicated, but they managed to win with a difference of one goal, bringing the score to 3-2. Beth, Alessia and Caitlin managed to find the net despite an excellent goalkeeper. A few yellow cards were also handed out, one to a Katie who was a little too abrupt when she pushed a player who had the misfortune to make a bad tackle on Leah.

At the end of the game, Caitlin takes the opportunity to talk a little with Alanna, whom she sees too little to her taste despite the fact that they live on the same island again. Catching up with Mackenzie is simpler as the latter is also in London. They are soon joined by a teammate of Alanna who enters herself the discussion. And it only takes Katie three seconds to find that this young and charming Swedish is looking at Caitlin with a little too much interest.

Leaving her teammate of the Ireland team behind, Katie quickly goes to the entrance of the tunnel, where the conversation between the trio takes place. After having greeted Alanna warmly and then a little less warmly the other brunette, Katie positions herself next to Caitlin. Without necessarily touching her but her positioning leaves no doubt about the threat barely masked to her opponent.

"Can you stop doing that?" gently laughs Caitlin after they say goodbye to Alanna and her teammate, Alanna and Caitlin promising to call each other in the week to see each other quickly.

"Do what?" Katie asks, following Caitlin into the corridors leading to their locker rooms.

"Intimidate people"

"She doesn’t have to look at my girlfriend like she did" Katie groans grabbing Caitlin by the waist.

Turning her in her arms, Katie gently sticks her against the wall behind her and also sticks against her.

"You’re mine" she says, frowning.

"Okay, keep your pant on, cowgirl." Caitlin laughs as she wraps her arms around the Irish girl’s neck. "Of course I am"

They only have time to exchange a kiss before they are interrupted, Kyra emitting a disgusted "ew" like a child surprising her parents kissing.

"I’m taking you for a date tonight" Katie abruptly decides.

********

Later in the evening, Caitlin and Katie are actually in a restaurant that both particularly appreciate by their shared passion for sushi. The conversations are light and their complicit looks are enough to make the people around them understand that it’s useless to try to disturb them if they ever recognized them. Tonight, it’s only about them and whatever if the world explode.

"There’s something I’d like to talk to you about for a while" Katie begins while trying to catch a grain of rice with her chopsticks.

"Okay?" Caitlin replies, looking at her with curiosity.

"But I don’t know how to tell you. And I must confess that I’m a little afraid of your reaction"

Caitlin slightly frowns, mixed between curiosity and worry. What’s going on in Katie’s mind that she’s afraid to talk to her about something? But, deciding to remain benevolent, the Australian gently puts her hand on Katie’s who is sitting in front of her.

"You talk to me about anything Babe" says the Australian, smiling.

Katie looks at her, hesitating for a little while before finally opening her mouth. Caitlin feels like she can hear Katie’s brain working from where she is.

"How do you feel about kids?"

"Good, I think? I mean, I know Kyra beats me in Harper’s favorite aunties, but I think she likes me" says Caitlin, shrugging her shoulders before realizing. "But you mean having kids?"

"Yes" sighs Katie, secretly relieved not to have to explain any longer.

"I’ve never given it too much thought before" Caitlin honestly replies. "When you’re a woman athlete, I find it hard to combine. It makes you stop more than a year, with pregnancy and everything after it"

Without saying a word, Katie listens religiously to her girlfriend. Her only visible sign of nervousness is that she bites the inside of her lower lip.

"Katrina had courage" Katie simply replies, since Caitlin referred to Harper just before.

"I’m not saying I don’t want it. I perfectly imagine us both starting a family" Caitlin says, looking for Katie’s eyes. "But maybe not right now. I selfishly want to have you just for me a little more"

Katie smiles softly, interlacing her fingers with those of Caitlin on the table. It’s been a long time since they decided to stop hiding and act naturally with each other.

"And please don’t tell me you want eleven kids like your parents"

"No" laughs Katie shaking her head. "I am exceedingly admiring how my parents managed to raise all eleven of us without any of us going wrong. But definitely not eleven"

"How much then?" asks Caitlin, tilting her head to better observe her.

"I don’t know, one already sounds good. And why not a second a little later"

"Two is good" confirms Caitlin, recalling moments spent with her sister.

Her sister and her mother are two of the most important people in her life, Katie having managed to make her place in this ranking. But after growing up without a father, having these two people by her side when she grew up was very important to her. She wouldn’t see herself without her sister.

"Two is perfect. Like you are" smirk Katie.

#woso imagine #katie mccabe #katie mccabe imagine #caitlin foord imagine #caitlin foord #mcfoord #caitlin foord x katie mccabe #katie mccabe x caitlin foord

[botmilf]

hey there katie! just wanted to throw some love your way. shy so doing it on anon lol. i love having you on my dash and seeing you doing what you like. i followed for optiratch and stayed for the wholesome vibe on your blog. like yess go, write screenplays and draw robots making out with your ocs and create what your heart desires. idk it's just inspiring and gives me second hand happiness lol. thanks for being so chill, and i can't wait to see what you'll do next! 💙

High as shit reading this and it moved me to TEARS. THANK YOU anon for sticking around and watching me enter this extremely indulgent era!

This is why I fucking love the Transformers fandom more than any other that I've ever been in. Because ya'll are so incredibly supportive and kind and funny and just being here is helping me get through a rough time in my life. This shit makes the Transformers fandom feel like home. Fr.

<3

#maccadam #anon ask

[actually-a-fish]

The Mitchells vs. The Machines

Hello! I like watching movies. Ideas get stuck in my head while watching them and i need them out of my brain. This is my 4/9/24 viewing of The Mitchells vs. The Machines. I like cartoons :)

This will have spoilers

Without further ado... my thoughts chronologicall

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT DODODODOD

The main VA is Abbie Jacobson (aka Princess Tiabeanie Mariabeanie de la Rochambeau Grunkwitz)

this family reminds me so much of mine minus depression and a commitment to a cult :)

girl its probably a good thing you weren't at the tech reveal. be nice to the siris, alexas and echos in your life...

i kinda wanna watch that robot movie with Will Smith and hot robots now

THEY ALL HAVE STIMS GUYS

running away from your crush and saying you hate them is so real

"what are these? robutts?"

HES TAKING NOTES

I like that the new genre of villian is a tech bro and AI

I dont like this bit about wifi, we are dependent on it yeah but people can adapt pretty well. Well some I guess.

why do dads always suggest eating the family pet?

i cannot express how autistic this family is. its constant, not demeaning or the butt of a joke. just a family being a family. I have flappy hands about it.

aww dads do love to teach their kids to drive stick shift

i do like Eric and Barbara

the robots are shooting the humans into space, that's their plan and honestly i've been saying we should shoot garbage into space for a while now so im glad somone is finally doing it

there are cute edits done by katie through the whole movie and they deserve a shout out

I knew touch screen fridges were a bad idea

NOT FURBYS WTF WHY THIS IS MY NIGHTMARE

"your whole lives i wanted to save you from disater and this is the moment ive been waiting for" - Rick (and also my father)

KATIE DRAWS ON HER HANDS TOO OMG THE DETAILS. THERE IS SO MUCH STIMMING AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY EVERY TIME

This is good family bonding, but no tears yet.

unfortunately i think the family bonding was to good. The dad left a sentimental object in katies bags and now im convinced hes gonna sacrifice himself to save the rest of the family.

now im crying. :) if you watched i bet you could guess which part.

oof crying again! a Twofer!

This movie may be healing my childhood trauma. I miss my parents. They were just doing their best

THE CALL BACKS. THE CULMANATION! ITS MAKING ME EMOTIONAL IM SORRY

thank you game grumps for introducing me to the song "Walk the Dinosaur" by Was (not was)

An accurate compilation of watching my coworkers and professors use computers

uh oh they got little brother, Linda is gonna rip out someone's heart

OH MY GOD I JUST THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA GET MAD

ERIC AND BARBARA SUPREMECY

damn i need to see my family so i can remember why i hate them bc this is to sweet for me

TEAM E AND B! TEAM E AND B!

How long of a break between the entire world being abducted by robots and everyone going back to work was? Do you think this was like their pandemic

"My name is Monchi, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair"

THEYRE BASED ON A REAL FAMILY (and the whole family has "im easily overstimulated" hair cuts, its so relatable)

It's cheesy. full of stuff you know is meant for kids and that corporate made them do. but I really liked it. I know the whole bit is that the family is weird. I don't really like that they used the word weird instead of autistic but i can kinda understand why they had to do it. i found myself relating the characters constantly. The way they run away when things get overwhelming, communicate through their interests, stim when they have big feelings (they all have their own, and most of them have a couple they do) and the way the situation their in affects them. It is not perfect representation but it did a good enough job for me.

If you read all the way through thank you! If you have any formatting tips please lmk!

Also I feel the silly need to add, this is all my opinion, and my opinion is not fact! It's okay if we don't agree and if you're nice, I would love to hear about it :)

#ihavedaddyissues #the mitchells vs the machines #autism #neurodivergent #special interest #dinosaur #spoilers #the mitchells vs the machines spoilers

[thegirlzkpop]

˗ˏˋ BASICS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ stage name. paige

 ˗ˏˋ birth name. phaibun ratanarak

     ……❪ ไพบูลย์ รัตนรักษ์ ❫

     ……❪ MEANING. 'phaibun' is a girls name that means to prosper and flourish. 'ratanarak' is a given name that has no apparent meaning to it. ❫

 ˗ˏˋ english name. paige phaibun rylen ratanarak

     ……❪ MEANING. the french origin of the name paige means 'young servant.' though there are other meaning all around the world. 'rylen' is a variation of the names 'rylan' or 'ryland' and it mean 'island meadow' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ korean name. kim areum

     ……❪ 김아름 ❫

     ……❪ MEANING. the surname 'kim' or 'gim' means 'gold' according to korean origins. the name 'areum' means 'beauty' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ nickname. paigey ❪ by friends, family, and members ❫, thai princess ❪ by fans and jacob ❫ bun ❪ by members ❫, messy bessy ❪ by eric and minju ❫ pai bae ❪ by fans ❫, ryles ❪ by sangyeon ❫

 ˗ˏˋ birthday. july 8, 1997

 ˗ˏˋ zodiac sign. cancer

 ˗ˏˋ birth place. thani, thailand

 ˗ˏˋ hometown. sydney, australia

 ˗ˏˋ current residency. seoul, south korea

 ˗ˏˋ ethnicity. thai

 ˗ˏˋ nationality. thai, australian, korean

 ˗ˏˋ languages. thai ❪ native ❫, english ❪ native ❫, korean ❪ fluent ❫, spanish ❪ basic ❫

˗ˏˋ PERSONALITY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mbti. enfj-t ❪ protagonist ❫

 ˗ˏˋ description. enfj's strive for positivity and greatness to those around them. they are known for being leaders and doing the right thing in most situations. their passion and thoughtfulness drives them to do what they believe is good. protagonists aren't scared to stand up for what they believe in, they are more likely to speak up in the debate of good and evil. though they are vocal with their values, they hardly ever come across as pushy or bragging due to their sensitivity. enfj's are open to other people's feelings and concerns, but will continue to stick with their own beliefs at their beliefs. when protagonists speak, they speak from an emotional mindset, which often draws debaters further into their beliefs. protagonists are genuine people with good intent in all that they do. and though they are great at advice, they can often give advice that some people aren't ready to hear. this personality type is ready to take the leader role at any point, they are born leaders. they are lead by passion and care, always having the right idea in their mind.

 ˗ˏˋ strengths. reliable, passionate, caring, charismatic, open-minded, organized, motivated, outgoing, compassionate, responsible.

 ˗ˏˋ weaknesses. unrealistic, overly empathetic, intense, over-worker, overly caring, too selfless, sensitive, weak boundaries, people pleaser.

 ˗ˏˋ habits. leg shaking, messing with jewelry, counting the members, nervous laughing, chewing on her lips, getting ready to fight when scared, clearing her throat to make her members stop messing around, asking other members for their opinions on everything, side-eyeing people.

 ˗ˏˋ phobias. big dogs ❪ cynophobia, mild ❫, bugs ❪ entomophobia, moderate ❫, vomit ❪ emetophobia, severe ❫

˗ˏˋ CAREER ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ occupation. kpop idol

 ˗ˏˋ labels. cre.ker entertainment ❪ 2016-2021 ❫, ist entertainment ❪ 2021-present ❫, kakao m; formerly loen ent ❪ 2015-present ❫, universal music ❪ 2022-present ❫

 ˗ˏˋ training time. 2015-2019, 4 year and 8 months

 ˗ˏˋ debut. december 7, 2019

     ……❪ age; 22 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ positions. co-leader, lead vocalist, sub-rapper

 ˗ˏˋ known for. australian accent, being a thai leader, vocals, rapping, her laugh.

 ˗ˏˋ representative number. 44

     ……❪ she chose 44 because her baby sister was born in 2004 on the 4th of october ❫

 ˗ˏˋ designed color. royal blue

 ˗ˏˋ rankings.

     ……❪ singing. 9/10 ❫

     ……❪ dancing. 7/10 ❫

     ……❪ rapping. 8/10 ❫

     ……❪ acting. 6/10 ❫

     ……❪ modeling. 8/10 ❫

     ……❪ songwriting. 10/10 ❫

     ……❪ composing. 6/10 ❫

     ……❪ choreographing. 5/10 ❫

     ……❪ speeches. 10/10 ❫

˗ˏˋ FAMILY ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ mom. n/a ❪ 1975 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dad. n/a ❪ 1973 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ siblings. bella ❪ 2000 ❫, katie ❪ 2004 ❫

 ˗ˏˋ pets. sir charles III; charlie ❪ white main coon cat, 2014-present ❫

 ˗ˏˋ notable family. n/a

˗ˏˋ PHYSICAL ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ height. 162 cm ❪ 5'4'' ❫

 ˗ˏˋ weight. 49 kg ❪ 110 lbs ❫

 ˗ˏˋ blood type. O+

 ˗ˏˋ hair color. brown

 ˗ˏˋ eye color. dark brown

 ˗ˏˋ body modifications. 8 piercings, 1 tattoo

 ˗ˏˋ face claim. minnie ❪ (g)i-dle ❫

 ˗ˏˋ vocal claim. minnie ❪ (g)i-dle ❫

 ˗ˏˋ voice claim. margot robbie ❪ english ❫, lalisa ❪ korean and thai ❫

 ˗ˏˋ rap claim. lisa ❪ blackpink ❫

 ˗ˏˋ dance claim. yeji ❪ itzy ❫

˗ˏˋ INTERESTS ´ˎ˗

 ˗ˏˋ likes. moonlit nights, spring days, the smell of sunscreen, romance movies, jumping rope, cute things; babies, animals, etc, warm blankets, sleeping in, skinship, shoes, doing hair, flowers, big living space, fruit & veggies, late night talks, the ocean, swimming, seafood, painting, jewelry, driving, board games, room decor, leg day

 ˗ˏˋ dislikes. chocolate, onions, roller skating, gym smells, running, creeps, the smell of gas, silence, bugs, bug bites, horror movies, messes, clowns, those weird antique shops, traffic, the cold, bickering, reality tv, people who hate on her loved ones, people who mistreat people and animals,

 ˗ˏˋ favorites.

     ……❪ movies. the notebook ❪ 2004 ❫, call me by your name ❪ 2017 ❫, la la land ❪ 2016 ❫ breakfast at tiffany's ❪ 1961 ❫ grease ❪ 1978 ❫, harry potter ❪ 2001 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ shows. outer banks ❪ 2020 ❫, grey anatomy ❪ 2005 ❫, stranger things ❪ 2016 ❫, you ❪ 2018 ❫, gossip girl ❪ 2007 ❫ ❫

     ……❪ colors. royal blue and gold ❫

     ……❪ food. salad, burger, french fries, chicken. ❫

     ……❪ drinks. coke, tea, coffee, water ❫

     ……❪ books. harry potter, the silent patient, they both die in the end, red queen ❫

     ……❪ emojis. 🥰😎 ❫

     ……❪ musical artists. katy perry, ariana grande, lady gaga, billie eilish, bruno mars, bts, red velvet, blackpink ❫

     ……❪ songs. i didn't change my number ❪ billie eilish ❫, teenage dream ❪ katy perry ❫, better ❪ ateez ❫, if we have each other ❪ alec benjamin ❫, wrecking ball ❪ miley cyrus ❫ ❫

˗ˏˋ TRIVIA ´ˎ˗

     ……❪ she was voted by both units to be co-leader and leader of the girlz ❫

     ……❪ she's a big lady gaga fan ❫

     ……❪ she says her ideal type is someone that can deal with her mind ❫

     ……❪ her family often called her phaibun or rylen growing up and paige was what her friends would call her ❫

     ……❪ she grew up playing soccer ❫

     ……❪ her mother is a school teacher and her dad works in construction, they were both very supportive of her decision to become an idol and even helped her prepare for auditions ❫

     ……❪ she auditioned for jyp, sm, starship, and loen. loen was the only company that called her back ❫

     ……❪ she has a close relationship with bangchan of stray kids, many fans say they have a lot of things in common and call them the brother and sister of 4th gen ❫

     ……❪ she wanted to be known as the cool one of the girlz but she says she couldn't because the maknaes exist ❫

     ……❪ she didn't know any korean when she was a trainee and sangyeon often tried helping her learn even though they didn't have any languages in common at the time. she said jacob and eric helped her the most though. ❫

     ……❪ when she first met kevin she though he was lost and asked if he needed help ❫

     ……❪ she enjoys art, she often does sketches and oil paintings in her free time ❫

#❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ profilez. ❫･━━ ❜ #❛ ━━･❪ THE GIRLZ ⇢ paige. ❫･━━ ❜ #kpop group #fictional kpop idol #kpop gg #kpop #kpop oc #kpopidol #the boyz oc #kpop oc gg #fictional idol oc #idol oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #the boyz added member #the boyz addition #the girlz #the boyz sub unit