#paws on the keyboard | my posts | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kxizoku-ou · 12 days

Text

CP9 Cat Headcanons

This is... a very silly post. XD After seeing a similar concept on Pixiv (images 10–12 in this log) and critiquing the breed choices it used, I wound up writing my own take on it.

These are written with actual cats in mind (not my usual Hybrid Au), and the breed choices are just for fun— as in, largely chosen based on looks/vibes, not anything too serious. I was definitely channeling that early 2000s "characters are cats for some reason now" mini-genre, so these are pure fluff/comedy, for once... >3>

. . .

Lucci

(Bengal)

Serial toy murderer. Violently destroys any and every toy you give him within a matter of hours, days at MOST.

Some of the things he’s done to his toys probably qualify as war crimes tbh. Likes to drown the catnip mice in his water dish. Also enjoys tearing things into ragged chunks/”gutting” the stuffing.

Sometimes you wake up to him on your chest with a present.

(A chunk of mutilated cat toy. He drops it onto your face.)

The most athletic cat you’ll ever know. There is no surface in your house he can’t reach SOMEHOW. Also can and will learn how to open doors, drawers, etc, and will use this unfortunate skill to get into everything if he’s bored.

Affectionate, but only on his terms. You don’t decide when you’re allowed to pet him; when the mood strikes, he’ll interrupt whatever you’re doing and forcefully put his body in your lap.

You’re not allowed to move until he decides you’re done. :)

Has a surprisingly cute kneading habit. He’ll go Baby Mode and make biscuits for hours. Sucks on certain blankets too.

Kaku

(Devon Rex)

ZOOMIES TO THE MAX.

Seemingly never sits still. Will run from one end of your house to the other at all hours of the day. At night, you’re regularly woken up by the distinct rapid thumping of galloping kitty paws.

Likes high places and unexpected perching spots. This includes your shoulder— and he can make the jump on his own!

Playful, but not prone to destroying his toys. Prefers batting hard objects down a flight of stairs to tearing the plush ones open.

Too brave (and curious) for his own good. Lacks any sense of danger when it comes to investigating something that’s caught his interest.

This includes slipping through the front door.

Not super cuddly, but likes being near you/keeping an eye on what you’re doing.

Has a squeaky “old man” meow. WEH!

Jabra

(Egyptian Mau)

Wild, playful, curious, and so very destructive. If he’s not kept entertained, your property will suffer for it.

Requires FREQUENT play and attention, but fortunately, he’s not too hard to please. Throwing a squishy ball for “fetch” can keep him occupied for hours.

The asshole cat who will make direct eye contact with you before (very deliberately) knocking something off a shelf, then sit there smugly while you try to scold him.

Very talkative! When he wants your attention, he YELLS, and seeing wildlife outside always brings out that excited, bloodthirsty chitter.

Taking him to the vet is an ordeal, for everyone involved...

Doesn’t mind being pet and handled. Pesters you for affection regularly, but gets bitey when he’s had enough. :/

Highly territorial. Will not tolerate other cats/animals near him.

Kalifa

(Turkish Angora)

Truly the embodiment of the “disdainful gorgeous fancy cat” trope.

Her fur is incredible, due largely in part to near-constant grooming. Do NOT interrupt her washing.

She’ll wash your fingers too if she’s feeling affectionate. Mlem mlem mlemmmm...

Likes to be involved in what you’re doing. The kind of cat to walk across your keyboard or loaf-sit on top of stray paperwork, seemingly oblivious to how badly she’s getting in the way.

At least your “adorable secretary” makes for good moral support!

Not overly playful, but she can be a DEADLY hunter when the mood strikes— fast, agile, and with amazing reflexes no matter what kind of toy you put in front of her.

Weirdly fickle about when you’re allowed to touch her. Will glare, hiss, and swat at fingers if you test those boundaries.

Blueno

(Norwegian Forest Cat)

The most quiet, low-maintenance, independent cat imaginable. You nearly forget he exists, sometimes.

Not much of a meower, but has a deep, calming, rumbly purr.

Content to curl up on a chair or in a corner and let you go about your day! He’ll alternate between napping and silently staring in your general direction; the eye contact is a sign of affection. <3

Won’t seek out attention on his own, but also won’t fight it if you pick him up and carry him around like a plushie.

...he stays limp and docile no matter what you do to him, actually.

Needs regular brushing, or his fur starts to matt. It’s pretty much the only “extra attention” he’ll require, though, and he’s (fortunately) cooperative about it.

Learned how to open doors at some point. You don’t know how he managed that.

Fukurou

(Persian)

R O U N D (and it’s not just fluff)

Despite being shaped like a furry bowling ball, he’s quite playful, and way more agile/fast-moving than you’d expect.

...that energy is much less cute when his full weight lands on your abdomen in the middle of the night, however.

VERY affectionate. Will take any opportunity to lay his chin on your palm, headbutt your shoulder/wrists, put his paws on your chest so he can try to lovingly lick your face, etc— purring all the while!

Chatty cat!! Chirps and squeaks at you non-stop; if you “respond” to him, it turns into a back-and-forth conversation with his mrrep-ing.

Fond of high places, like bookshelves and tall dressers.

It’s unclear how such a heavy cat manages to get up onto them, but he usually ends up yowling for help when he can’t get back down.

Kumadori

(British Longhair)

A huge, massively fluffy mini-lion of a cat, with that “polite little gentleman” face common in his breed.

Sheds. Sheds SO MUCH. All of your clothes are covered in his fur, no matter how hard you try to keep him thoroughly brushed.

You cannot escape the fluff.

YOWLS. The loudest, most determined drama queen when he wants something. Acts like he’s dying if his food bowl is empty for more than half an hour, non-stop howling included.

Extremely cuddly; wants as much attention from you as you’ll give, and will flop his entire body into your lap to get it.

Fond of jingly toys! The louder and more annoying the bell, the better.

If you ever have to give him medicine (be it a pill or liquid), he’s utterly betrayed. Gives you the huge, sad, miserable scared-kitty eyes for the rest of the evening, and won’t let you touch him.

(He’s over it by morning, and back to purring in your arms. Baby.)

Spandam

(Siamese)

The ugliest purebred imaginable, and his personality isn’t better. <3

Health issues. Skin/coat problems, numerous food sensitivities, arthritis, frequent UTIs, and a crooked tail from a past injury.

King of separation anxiety. If he can’t find you, he’s HOWLING, then finding a corner to cower in until his protector is back.

Truly the embodiment of the phrase “scardey cat”. Terrified of everything from the vacuum to rustling plastic bags. Huddles under the couch, trembling pathetically, after every little scare.

...it is kind of cute when he runs to you to “save” him, however.

This clumsy dumbass WILL get himself hurt (in incredibly stupid ways) if you don’t keep an eye on him. Utterly oblivious to real danger.

His distressed yowling is awful, and the attention-demanding yells aren’t much better. The classic So So Whiney Baby Siamese!

NEEDS to be the only cat in the household— he’s violently territorial, but guaranteed to end up the other cat’s punching bag once he’s pissed them off enough.

#One Piece #CP9 #CP0 #Lucci #Rob Lucci #Kaku #Jabra #Kalifa #Blueno #Fukurou #Kumadori #Spandam #Headcanon #Reader

56 notes · View notes

istmos · 2 months

Text

[topografias - limbus]

(This image - to much indecency, of course!- was removed from my Instagram! Let's see, now, how long it takes Tumblr - in its, also, fantastically refined sense of suggestion in art - to do the same - or any idiot who passes by this blog can use one of the paws to click on report about the content… Show your stupidity by commenting and not hiding behind a keyboard… so brave, as always!)

It is not unprecedented, after all it is the dish of the day served with fraudulent refinement of spaces that claim to be without barriers, when in reality they recreate and invert the concept of freedom, which is already so controversial in itself. Also, in a dangerous way, almost all of us tend to assimilate, resignedly, that this yoke is an inevitability that we have to accept if we want to stay in these networks. Thus, it will not be the first nor the last time that this alliance of algorithmic and human stupidity manifests itself. What still surprises me is how an image/photo is consumed to the point of being exhausted by the total inability to be looked at! Most people don't know how to LOOK and REFLECT (even if they did, I doubt they would want to), accommodated as they are to the superficial noise that generally occupies the daily imagery they encounter. Consequently, they do not reach suggestion as a power of possibilities for the reflection. Now, in the field of creativity, the censorious and condescending mechanism focused, above all, on the genitals, the nipples, and acts considered to be of a sexual nature (in this particular matter, I admit the strangeness it causes me to see a work by some people who publish and hide, for e.g., nipples so as not to be censored… I don't understand if they are trying to present their work or, rather, they enter the "likeization" machine and, even if unconsciously, normalize the persecutory system of these networks). It seems to me, that we have now arrived, at an even more perverse degree and, obviously, promising phase in regression: censoring and amputating, if not even killing the suggestion in its infancy, ultimately destroying the imagination once and for all. Even more extraordinary: someone, who passes by a instagram page, a blog, feels offended by the suggestion itself… The first impulse is to laugh, and not care. However, these small, almost daily adventures on social media show the path towards which the flock is headed, anointed more and more - the almost sacralized for some Artificial Intelligence! What is falling into disuse is the already old human intelligence… Very soon will see millions of posts with the traditional and almost mechanized "RIP"… for human inteligence!

#topografias #limbus #censorship #acephalous world

87 notes · View notes

daffodil-mania · 9 months

Text

The Itch

Stanford era!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader. Swearing, sexually suggestive/explicit language, mentions of drugs and alcohol. No smut (yet); this one’s a good ole fashioned slow burn. Takes place around 2002-ish

Author’s notes: Helloooo! I said I had something longer, and here it is. I intend on turning this into a multi-part fic, so keep your peepers peeled! I didn’t post sooner because while I had ideas for this fic, nothing was really clicking for me. However, @uncouth-the-fifth recently shared some Sam AI chatbots she’d made (which I highly recommend you use btw) and after using one of them my creative juices started flowing again, and out popped this fic. Enjoy!

—

The air is thick with the competing smells of booze, weed, and sweat. Some fratbro’s shitty spin on house music is booming at a deafening volume throughout the house, and all around you people are drinking, grinding; generally having the kind of time you’d expect at a frat party. It’s Valentine’s Day, so the amount of couples making out in corners has increased drastically, much to your chagrin. Your friends had dragged you here under the pretense that you all needed to blow off some steam after another grueling week of tests and homework. You have to admit, the idea had been tempting; you don’t consider yourself a party person, but you’d had this itch to do something outside of your normal routine. The itch had developed suddenly a week ago while you were standing in line at your favorite coffee place, debating on ordering your regular cup of joe or really spicing it up and asking for a shot of espresso when you saw him.

He was good-looking, sure; tall, despite his seated position at one of the tables, broad-shouldered and well-built with these soft hazel eyes that just screamed “kicked puppy in need of someone to take care of me”. But none of that is what kept your gaze on him. No, as ridiculous as it sounds, it was his hands. Huge, muscular hands that made your mouth water just thinking about them. Ten long, thick fingers that dexterously flew across his keyboard as he typed. You were hit with a barrage of hand-related fantasies ranging from dirty to holy fuck that’s dirty when the barista cleared her throat and brutally snapped you back to reality, causing you to stammer out an apology and place your drink order with haste.

Ever since then, you’d been haunted by the memory of those hands and felt “the itch”, as you called it. It was an aching want that existed deep in your gut, and it demanded satisfaction. It clawed at you, showing you images of those ginormous hands pawing you, squeezing your neck, your tits, anything they could reach. You’d done your best to resist, throwing yourself into your coursework, hoping desperately that if you ignored the itch it would go away. But it didn’t. So here you are, at a frat party, trying to find a way to scratch your itch so that the ghost of those hands could be put to rest and stop tormenting you.

You take a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night in a secluded corner of the living room and make a face. It tastes like piss and vodka’s evil offspring. You look around for a place to abandon your solo cup, but decide that you should properly dispose of it so no one knocks it over, or worse, drinks it. You crane your neck over the sea of sweaty, horny college students and map a path to the kitchen. Your friends had abandoned you long ago in favor of going onto the floor to dance, so your trip to the kitchen will have to be a solo mission. You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage and preparing yourself for the bumpy journey ahead, and plunge into the crowd. Things are going smoothly enough and it looks like you’ll actually make it to the kitchen unscathed when someone suddenly slams into you. Thankfully, you’re pushed into a sorority girl, so you manage to not eat shit or get trampled to death. Unfortunately, this crushes your drink against your chest, drenching the entire front of your top. Miraculously, the sorority sister is spared, and she doesn’t even seem to register the fact that she’s been bumped into.

You turn around to glare at whoever just ruined your favorite shirt and come face-to-face with a solid wall of muscle. You have to look up to get a good look at your assailant, and you see it’s him. The guy from the coffee shop. All of your anger is quickly replaced by an interesting cocktail of shock, embarrassment, and need. You thought he was big in the coffee shop, but standing before him now makes it clear just how fucking massive this guy is. He clears six feet easily, and you can tell he’s got miles of muscle underneath the henley he’s layered under a faded tee shirt.

You manage to drag your eyes away from his chest and see that all of the color has drained from his face, puppy-dog eyes apologetic and wide with shock. He’s speaking to you, but with your height difference and the ear-splitting music you can’t hear him. You pull a confused expression and have to shout “what?” a few times over the music before it gets through to him that you can’t hear a fucking word he’s said. He looks around quickly, then gestures for you to follow him. You do, confusion and nerves swirling around sickly in your stomach. Eventually he leads the two of you to a quieter corner of the room, and resumes his rapid-fire apologizing. “Jesus, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you, I swear, I was just trying to get away from my friend who kept trying to introduce me to this girl and I—“

You hold up a hand to silence him and force yourself to smile. “It’s okay, shit happens, I get it.” He shakes his head, unsatisfied with your response. “No, no, seriously. I feel awful about your shirt—“ you don’t miss the way his eyes dart down to look at your front, and you realize with a blush that he could probably see down your v-neck if he wanted to, “—and I really want to make it up to you. I have an extra shirt in my car if you want to change, and I’ll get you a new drink, I promise.”

The poor guy looks like he’s about to have an anxiety attack, so you wave your hand again before laying it on his arm. His eyes snap to where your hand has curled around his forearm and you jerk it away, uncertain of what possessed you to touch him. Great, now he thinks I’m some kind of perv. You clear your throat before you start talking again. “Um, yeah, a-a new shirt would be cool. Oh, but don’t worry about the drink though; it uh, it sucked. I was actually on my way to get rid of it when you bumped into me, so maybe spilling it was a blessing in disguise.” Jesus Christ, you’re rambling and stuttering like a kid asking out their high school crush. You nervously tuck some loose hair behind your ear and try to inhale some calming breaths, cringing at your social ineptitude, and look up at him. He’s smiling kindly, revealing two adorable dimples that make you want to melt into a warm gooey puddle on the floor.

“Yeah, I tried one of the drinks earlier; I don’t know what was in it but it was not good.” He scrunches up his face and pretends to gag, which pulls some genuine laughter out of you. His grin gets wider and it makes his eyes crinkle, and this has your stomach doing somersaults and your pussy clenching around nothing. The song changes and after a smiley beat passes he leans in a little closer and tells you his name. “My name’s Sam,” he practically shouts into your ear, “Sam Winchester.” You turn your head ever so slightly so you can give him your name in return. “Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.” Sam straightens up and you extend a hand for him to shake. He accepts, enveloping your hand in one of his gigantic palms. You fight to keep a blush off of your cheeks. Your hands fall, but he doesn’t release you. Instead, he gives your hand a small tug, and nods over his shoulder. “C’mon. I’ll take you to my car.”

You dutifully trail behind him, your hand still wrapped up in his. If you weren’t appreciative of Sam’s height before, you are now; he effortlessly parts the throng of people around you, allowing the two of you to walk to the door with ease. And it’s only when the two of you step out into the chill of the February night air that he lets go of your hand, which you try not to read into. You cross your arms over your chest to trap some of the warmth that is rapidly escaping your body, your still-wet top clinging coldly to your frame. There are a few wasted stragglers on the lawn, and the music starts to fade as Sam leads you to his car. You’re mildly surprised when you see what it is; a black Honda Civic sedan. It’s a newer model, but it’s nothing fancy. You get the sense that while Sam isn’t very materialistic, he takes pride in his possessions and their upkeep. He pops open the trunk as you rub your arms, wishing that you had opted for more layers than just your v-neck long sleeve and a lacy camisole. You glance back at the house, wondering what your friends are doing as Sam goes through the trunk. After a minute he produces a black Metallica tee. You accept it gratefully and smile at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Metallica? You’ve got good taste.”

Sam clears his throat and awkwardly looks at his feet, his expression a bit pained. “Actually, it is… was… my brother’s.” He says, looking up at you through his bangs. You nod, and decide against probing for more information. He’s a stranger doing you a kindness; you don’t need to know about whatever family history that is capable of eliciting such a reaction from him. You glance at the road and then back at the house before looking at Sam. Your cheeks feel warm. “Um, do you mind covering me? Sorry, I know that—“

Sam cuts you off, flustered. “No, god yeah, of course. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think.” He admits sheepishly, redness creeping up his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. You shake your head. “It’s okay, really. Um, and thank you, for the shirt, I mean. You really didn’t have to.” His expression softens and he gives a small shrug of his shoulders. “‘Course I did. I’m the one who bumped into you like a total jerk. This is the least I can do.” His response only serves to intensify your burgeoning crush on him.

You both stand there for a minute, just looking into each other’s eyes, something similar to tension but too clumsy and new to be called that building between you. A fierce shiver courses through you, and Sam apparently remembers that you asked him to cover you. He maneuvers the two of you so that the car is blocking you from any prying eyes lurking on the street, and he places himself in front of you to shield you from the people in the house. He turns his back to you, giving you some more privacy, and you murmur a quick thank you as a burst of heat goes straight to your core.

You quickly shed yourself of both your camisole and your top, thankful to be in a dry shirt that doesn’t reek of alcohol any more. You tap his arm to let him know when you’re done, and he turns to face you. He sees that you’re still shivering and wordlessly goes back to his trunk, leaving you a bit perplexed and holding your sopping bundle of shirts in your hands. He pulls out a gray zip-up hoodie and stands before you again. “You look cold,” he says, obviously. It’s a sweet gesture, and it makes your heart flutter in your chest. Sam holds his hand out for your shirts so that you can pull on his hoodie, and you swap your bundles. As you pull on the hoodie, you tell him, “I really do appreciate what you’re doing for me. Most people would’ve just let me freeze.” You chuckle quietly, racking your brain for some other way to express your gratitude without sounding like a broken record.

Sam shakes his head, and another sweet, sympathetic smile graces his face. “Y/N, again, it was the least I could do, believe me.” You nod, and then gesture vaguely for your shirts. “Oh, right,” he says with a small laugh, adorably absentminded, and hands them over. As you go to take them, your fingertips brush against his, and you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. Deliciously, wonderfully electrocuted. The contact causes you to jerk your hand away, dropping the shirts. “Shit, sorry—“ you curse, and the two of you drop to your knees simultaneously to retrieve them. Your hands meet again, but this time the contact lingers. You lift your head to find Sam’s eyes boring into yours, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed. And that’s when you feel it again.

The itch.

—

Author’s notes: I know this wasn’t a *super* long fic but I’m slowly pushing myself to write longer stuff. One of these days I’ll write something longer than 2,000 words, I promise. Anyways, thanks for reading!

#sam winchester x reader #supernatural #sam winchester #spn #fluff #slow burn #daffodil-mania #the itch

219 notes · View notes

pieroulette · 4 months

Note

Helloooo. Hope you're doing okay 🫶🏼

I wanted to know if I can request a Yuma one shot where he says something that upset you (he didn't mean it though) and you are giving him a bit of the cold shoulder. But then he's being so cute and extra you cave and just forgive him.

Please and thank you if you choose to do this!!!

snuggly, snaggletooth menace — nakakita yuma

author's note; ngl i enjoyed this lol.. ik this was a few months ago buttt im trying to complete the remaining requests i had! sorta find it fun to write teammies request for others recently ♡

you didn't have to go this far, you thought; sulking inside your room all while burying yourself in the mountains of blankets, comfying and comforting yourself, spam liking each and every post on your feed with rage imbued within your thumb while the other kittenish—sharkish little guy with his snuggle tooth peeking out whenever he smiles was probably out there roaming around looking for snacks.

but who cares right? who cares what he's up to? when he doesn't care what you're up to either anyway?

it just so happens when after throwing on the new pretty dress you bought—you giddily hopped to where he was—currently playing video games all while yelling at his poor teammates for messing up, specifically maki.

okay, maybe it was your fault for interrupting him but all you ask was a three-second attention and what was his opinion on the dress but how can he be so mean? "oh god, not you too (name), the dress suckass. get it?—maki! i told you to not spawn there you motherf—"

so here you are now not bothering to change into your pyjamas, so deep in your thought that you were unaware of the slow creak of the bedroom door, and the boy quietly slipping in through like a kitten on his paws, climbing on top of the bed.

you only realise it by the spot close to you deepening, signifying that he was close. and you didn't care any less to get out of your 'tent'. it was silent for a few moments, fiddling his hands and all before he place his palms on your covered form, "pretty, you okay?"

you weren't supposed to answer but the pet name somehow triggered you, in a bad way, of course. "p-pretty? now i am pretty? why don't you go back to your pretty game, pretty keyboard, or whatever it's called—"

you didn't get to continue your words when you got pushed deep into the bed, yuma's weight on top of yours as he mumbled, "okay, okay, i'm sorry. i know i was too mean—" you didn't have to see his face to know he was pouting, his arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tight. "forgive me please?"

"never— ah!" you let out a yelp when the blankets were pulled off your body, closing your eyes immediately with your hands but even that were yanked away by the boy who's right in front of you, his face leaning a few inches from yours—causing a light blush to dust off your cheeks. "get off!"

you pushed him off causing him to fell off the bed, a few exaggerated "ouch" emitted from him. "so mean."

"not like what you did to me exactly three hours ago, sorry not sorry, it's past the deadline."

"excuse me, there's even a deadline?" his jaw dropped as he rubbed his back, getting on top of the bed again. you ignored him with a glare and a pout, crossing your arms despite how he look so damn cute with his messy hair.

"whyyyy? am i not your little baby shark or baby snuggle tooth anymore?" okay, that's a foul. he shouldn't be doing that, but he's so good at it as he leans closer, placing his elbows on top of your blanket-covered knees, resting his chin on his palms as he pouted—his signature snuggle tooth peeking out.

"you little menace. that's not how you ask for forgiveness??"

"but it won't work if i don't you show my tooth! isn't that your weakness? am i not your weakness?"

"no get out!"

"i'll even give you my tooth if you want!" "i don't want your tooth! that's gross—"

"then what about me?"

"not a little menace like you." you let that out in a rather small voice, though. of course, you two knew better than that despite all the banters and stuff.

"whatever you say," yuma continued with a satisfied smile as his hands pulled off the blankets completely from you—revealing the dress you've wanted so bad to show him earlier. "it's pretty, but you already know you look pretty with anything, yeah?"

a few beats of silence surfaces in the air, but you eventually snorted "horrible pick up line! learn from nicholas or fuma, yeah?"

"they're not even good at it!—"

"well, atleast they're not gold at being a little meanie menace like you!"

"who says? nicho hyung is menace too! you just didn't see it, duh" yuma retorted, "besides, they don't have this—" pointing his index finger towards his tooth peeking from the top corner of his lips, "now, watch me do this. nyah, nyah!" to your huge shock, he imitated a kitten's gesture, forming his hands into a paw as he tried so hard to make you giggle, singing a random kitten song and replacing it with apologetic lyrics.

you were about to burst into laughter but you held it in, but goddamn your stomach were about to explode as the boy won't stop with his kitten agenda.

"oh god— can't you laugh? i'm sacrificing my reputation right here, i can't let see kei hyung or maki sees this or they'll humiliate me for life—" yuma almost look like a draining line sticker drifting off the air, but continued afterwards.

"tch," you scoffed, but you could no longer hold it as you laughed so hard, and oh boy, did he loved the sight in front of him. "you silly menace."

signed and delivered! — sat, 6 jan 2024.

#&team #andteam #&team x reader #andteam x reader #&team fluff #andteam fluff #&team oneshots #andteam yuma #nakakita yuma #&team yuma #&team drabbles #&team imagines

75 notes · View notes

miinxpid · 1 year

Text

♥*♡∞:｡.｡　 E-PINKIE ROOM CC LIST 　｡.｡:∞♡*♥

NOTES:

POST... WHAT I MADE THIS CC LIST: ♡

WARNING: KEMONO PARTY LINKS! THE PAGE HAS ADS +18

THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE NOT POSTED BECAUSE I DON'T REMEMBER BUT I WILL TRY TO REMEMBER AND UPDATE OVER TIME

♥*♡∞:｡.｡　 CC LIST 　｡.｡:∞♡*♥

Bed:https://www.patreon.com/posts/oneroom-set-60063998

Desk: https://www.patreon.com/posts/gaming-room-set-50717528?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copy_to_clipboard&utm_campaign=postshare

Sanrio pictures: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sanrio-nursery-70742236

tapetry: https://www.patreon.com/posts/kawaii-70741893

heart curtains: https://www.patreon.com/posts/heart-set-66373351

Sanrio plushes: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-67892556

Kitty camera: https://www.patreon.com/posts/high-school-set-70060243

Heart shelf: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-48141541

My Melody clock : https://kemono.party/patreon/user/33607175/post/67672617

Switch controllers: https://kemono.party/patreon/user/33607175/post/53320694

Switch: https://kemono.party/patreon/user/33607175/post/60289150

Pusheen cat figure: https://losts4cc.tumblr.com/post/665007574549250048/s4simomo-sfs-link-sfs-folder

Bratz phone: https://www.patreon.com/posts/55034551

Plumbob neon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/modern-teen-room-71118538

Sonico figure and anime posters: https://www.patreon.com/posts/65031710

Astolfo figure: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-4814154

Rilakkuma bag: https://simfileshare.net/download/1141593/

Hello kitty sticker:

Zero two and japanse letters neon light: https://www.patreon.com/posts/neon-set-zero-61476946

Avril lavinge/ monster high/ hello kitty poster and chair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/y2k-set-66654532

Keyboard : https://www.patreon.com/posts/kawaii-keyboard-51208159

BMO: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-kawaii-66685214

Body Pillows , tissue box and hentai dvds: https://www.patreon.com/posts/honey-azalea-set-64988171

Yoongi poster: https://burnitmyg.tumblr.com/post/686161591359635456/nuwmie-posters-set-01-kpop-jpop-posters-i

Scream poster: https://www.patreon.com/posts/y2k-prints-70741974

Gloomy bear: https://cursedcc.tumblr.com/post/649051527653228544/sims-4-gloomy-bear-new-mesh-made-by-me-use

Rilakkuma bear

Kawaii neon light:

Wardrobe:

Moo plant:

Rilakkuma cow/strawberry plush: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-53203759

Hello kitty, Cinnamonroll head plush: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-49605717

Heart pillow: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-cozy-set-67495035

Heart grid:

Flower pillow: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ajisai-extra-59526335

Hentai manga dcor : https://missmecustomized.tumblr.com/post/656332308445544448/annnd-here-is-the-pose-pack-its-been-a-loooong

Heart dildo,paw candle, pc and monitor, coffin shelf , cinnamonroll plush,pencil glass: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bknysimz-new-53821746

Penis plush : https://www.patreon.com/posts/cuupid-free-baby-69022861

Heart mirror:

Monsters :

Miku poster: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1W7Vp_K56awm4CjCx06U1UJXsvJ6w-QBy

Ouija pink:

Kawaii print:

Octopus plush and Penis lollipop: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-x-48142788

Sailor moon mouse: https://www.patreon.com/posts/patron-gift-6-56548911

Desk down bag: https://www.patreon.com/posts/school-bags-ts4-62922109

Color Boxes:

Makeup clutter(décor):

Hello kitty hair dryer: https://www.patreon.com/posts/hello-kitty-hair-58547695

Kitty mirror:

Powerpuff girl/ kuromi and my melody head/ rilakkuma cherry and candy : https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-cute-random-61792794

Headphones: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ts4-bknysimz-and-65364921

Spongy Glitter Mirror: https://www.patreon.com/posts/spongy-glitter-69767540

Kawaii calendar: https://www.patreon.com/posts/sims-4-studyroom-66133030

Heart chair and digital clock: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-objects-study/title/gaming-room-set/id/1604755/

Self love pills (happy pills): http://paysites.mustbedestroyed.org/booty/ts4patreon/ddae/

Kpop posters: https://burnitmyg.tumblr.com/post/686161591359635456/nuwmie-posters-set-01-kpop-jpop-posters-i

Hello kitty sticker ( I think is frm here T_T I DON’T REMEMBER WELL..): https://atomiclight.tumblr.com/post/631332775535968256/random-stickers-get-to-work-is-required

Hello kitty radiocaset: I don't remember where it was :(

#WICF #CC LIST

199 notes · View notes

yourdeepestfathoms · 1 year

Text

Vanessa and (plush) Glitchtrap

(based on this post because i thought of more stuff for it and think it’s funny)

Have you ever been bitch slapped by a rabbit stuffed animal? Because Vanessa has

Despite lacking muscles, that little bitch can SWING

It HURTS

Glitchtrap walks around her apartment like he owns the damn place

Vanessa is still forced to call him “Mr. Afton” lmao

“What’s for dinner tonight?” “Soup.” “I don’t want soup.” “YOU CAN’T EAT”

Glitchtrap can, will, and has stabbed Vanessa in the foot whenever he doesn’t get his way

A coworker: omg, Vanessa, why are you limping??

Vanessa: *remembers how her evil stuffed rabbit roommate stuck a knife into her heel because she didn’t lift him onto the counter to see what she was doing (he can literally teleport, he just likes the satisfaction of having her obey)*

Vanessa: oh, i just sprained my ankle!

They sit on the couch and watch shows together

And then argue about what to put on

“I DON’T WANT TO WATCH THOSE STUPID HOME RENOVATION SHOWS” “I DON’T CARE! I DON’T WANT TO WATCH THE NEWS! AND BESIDES, IT’S MY TV!” “YOU ARE MY HOST!” “THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CHOOSE THE CHANNEL!”

He’ll sit on her head and pilot her around like in Ratatouille, but instead of pulling on her hair, he just slaps the shit out of her until she does what he wants

Someone: why is your stuffed animal in the corner??

Vanessa: i’m angry at it

Glitchtrap: YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOURE UGLY BY NOW HOW ARE YOU STILL GETTING UPSET WHEN I TELL YOU SO

Vanessa is ordered to buy a really big bag so Glitchtrap can sit inside of it when she goes places

Catch Glitchtrap out here in one of these bad boys

She’ll be at the grocery story, and these long yellow rabbit ears will just perk out of her bag because he’s interested in what she’s doing

“You need milk.” “Thanks.” “Yeah.”

He’ll ask her to show him different items so he can inspect them, and it looks so weird because it just seems like she’s holding shit to her bag for no reason

One time, Vanessa was mugged, and when the dude took her bag, Glitchtrap jumped out like a rabid squirrel

Long story short, Vanessa got her bag back

“SHE’S MINE, YOU BITCH!” “YEAH, YOU BITCH!”

While at work pre-night guard job, she’ll put him in the corner of her desk and just talk to him sometimes because she gets bored punching numbers into a keyboard all day

“Idk, sometimes it all feels so futile, you know?” “Why do you think I went into the engineering business? It’s better than this.” “I guess so. But doesn’t engineering take some level of desk job experience? And, besides, it isn’t all just building robots for fun.” “You’ve got me there. You pulled the short stick.”

Whenever Glitchtrap sees a typo in whatever Vanessa is typing, he’ll smack her hands aside with his little paws and start revising it himself

“Are you trying to make us look stupid?? Here, let ME do it.”

Once she gets her night guard job, he’ll sometimes go with her to work and will actively walk around beside her, since it’s not like he’ll be caught

Whenever Vanessa hears an animatronic coming, she punts him away like a football

Freddy: who were you talking to?

Vanessa: what? oh, i had a phone call!

Gltichtrap, at the other side of the room: OW YOU WHORE

Glitchtrap would definitely try to fistfight Mini Music Man

Glitchtrap, to his old body down in the old pizzeria: look at me, Vanessa. this was me in my PRIME!

Vanessa: you in your prime looks a lot like a gross corpse,,

She got smacked real hard for that one

He usually oversees the work on the Burntrap body in this form

By this I mean that he literally sits on her shoulder and makes sure she doesn’t do Anything Wrong

Glitchtrap: i can’t see. put me up high.

Vanessa: *puts Glitchtrap on her shoulder*

Glitchtrap: much better!

This but it’s Vanessa and Glitchtrap

#fun fact: that last image comes from my dnd character in one more multiverse #she’s inspired by vanessa and also has a possessed rabbit stuffed animal #anyway i think this concept is really fun #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons #fnaf vanessa #fnaf glitchtrap #glitchtrap

101 notes · View notes

babyfrankiestein · 2 months

Text

having completely age inappropriate interests as an age regressor is always something that will make me giggle. not in a judging way obviously but like. why is this eight year old listening to this explicit horror musical!

#because the horror musical bangs. thats why #agere #age regression #this is different than my other post. my other post was about Slightly age inappropriate this is different okay #paws on the keyboard | my posts

177 notes · View notes

jiubilant · 7 months

Text

whenever you catch me here posting it's a collaborative effort (cat is sitting under my arm with her paws on the keyboard)

#you know how cats like to hang out and mirror what you're doing. it's so cute #creature tag

26 notes · View notes

pawbeanies · 5 days

Note

I completely understand why you turned off the reblogs but also just wanted you to know that I really like that "fuckass paws whacking the keyboard" post and it's become a very problematic verbal stim

hheeheee... hyeahs.... all part of my EVIL DIABOLICAL PLAN...!!! soon we shall enter phase two of the reckoning ... the... fuckening even........

#asks..?!?!?!#anon..?!?!?!#fjsjfJDJSKD THANK YOU?!?!?#thank yiu but also im sorry for causing this. my paws. they r too powerful #the boopening made me go like.ohh. mute it. but like im glad the infection is spreading

9 notes · View notes

bedbellyandbeyond · 2 years

Photo

Work From Home

(Story Post; Bonus Art at End)

Dante was at his computer when he felt his chair start to get pulled back. It had been a while since he felt this familiar feeling, so he just sighed and let it happen. Once he determined there was enough room, Yori let go of the chair, walked around, and lazily climbed into Dante's lap. He was wearing nothing more than one of Ruben’s long band t-shirts as he dangled his feet off the side of the chair to have room for his belly against Dante. His arms wrapped themselves around his husband’s chest, and he rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes again. Once Yori was relatively secure, Dante scooched back up to his desk and attempted to get back to his task. With some difficulty, he managed to reach his keyboard and mouse and watched his monitor from beside Yori's head. Dante wondered if he'd gone right back to sleep until a dog ear flicked up and angle towards his desktop. “What are you playing?” Yori mumbled. “I'm not playing,” Dante replied. “I’m working.” “You’re supposed to be off work.”

“It's my personal project.” With the baby due any day now, Dante's work had let him begin his parental leave, so he was home all day now taking care of Yori and the kids. Ruben wasn't so lucky, the kids were at day camp already, so it was just Dante and Yori this morning. Yori had a habit of sleeping until noon these days, but Dante's desktop clock displayed it to be just after 10 o'clock. “Can't sleep?” Dante asked. Yori just shrugged. “What project?” “Three of Paws.” Ever since the triplets were born, Dante had this idea to dedicate a video game to them. It was a little side scrolling game where the player needed to solve puzzles by switching between three different puppy characters with unique abilities. His line of work was coding for a triple A game developer in town, so he knew the ropes, he just didn't have a lot of spare time to work on his own game. He thought this morning he could get some pixel art done, but he was starting to realise he wasn't much of an artist, and was beginning to get frustrated before Yori walked in to steal his lap. Yori had always loved the idea of a game about his kids, so he sprouted his tail and started wagging it against Dante’s leg when he heard the name. “You'll have to make another character,” he commented. Dante pulled his hand away from the keyboard to rub Yori's belly gently. “I know. I already have an idea to work them into the story. They just need to get here first before I can add any details.” “They're here now,” Yori said. “I mean, once the baby's born,” Dante corrected. Yori nodded against Dante's chest. “Me too.” Dante took a moment to understand him. It was early, and the tedious pixel pushing meant his brain wasn't braining very well, so it wasn't until he felt a wetness against his thigh that he realised what Yori meant. “Right now?!” Dante exclaimed. “Mn.” Yori’s eyes were still closed but his brow knit ever so gently. Dante abruptly pushed his chair back from the desk and put his arms under Yori's back and knees, supporting him. “Shit, Yori! You could've said something!” Yori opened his eyes enough to look up at Dante curiously. “I just did?” “Yeah, but only after you broke water on me!” Dante struggled to get up with Yori in his arms and started making for the bedroom. “I know you, you know that? You knew well before then!” “I was tired,” Yori sighed. “I am tired… Don't get mad at me.” “Sorry, I'm not mad,” Dante apologised quickly. “But if I knew a little sooner, we could've called Ruben to come home already at least.” “He's here,” Yori said. “What? You called him already?” Dante asked. “No, he forgot his lunch.” As soon as Yori said that, Dante heard the car honk as it was locked outside. Dante stared at Yori. “Are you omniscient?” Yori just shrugged again. Dante started yelling out for his other partner. “Ruben! RUBEN!” He got Yori to the bedroom and placed him down on the bed before running down the stairs. “Ruben, Ruben, Ruben, Ruben!” “Whoa, I heard you the first time!” Ruben was kicking off his shoes at the front door. “I forgot my lunch. Where's the fire?” “Baby! Now!” Dante stated, grabbing Ruben's arm, and starting to drag him upstairs. Ruben let himself be dragged, now staring wide eyed. “Now? Yori's in labour right now?” “Yes! He already fuckin'…” Dante paused to motion to the wet stain on the thigh of his boxers a couple times. “Broke water!” “Were you getting a lap dance or some shit?” Ruben asked chuckling a little. “This is what you guys do while I'm slaving away at work?” “No, he came to snuggle—does it fucking matter?” Dante grabbed him again and pulled him along again. When they got to the bedroom, Yori was gone but the blanket nest he'd made in the corner was now a lump taller. “Yori?” Ruben called. “Are you burrowed in there?” The lump heaved a moment and then two arms stuck out, open for an embrace. They were in the middle of a heat wave and both Dante and Ruben looked to the pile of blankets with reluctance, but their partner wanted them so they got in. A few blankets were peeled away to revealed Yori lying curled up, the long t-shirt he was wearing rolled up to his chest. As soon as Ruben kneeled down by him, he pulled him down by the arm and hugged around his chest like he was squeezing a giant teddy bear. “Hey, man, it's finally time, huh?” Ruben said anxiously, as he stroked Yori's arm. “Mn.” Yori nodded against Ruben's chest. He wasn't trying to show it, but his silence and posture betrayed the discomfort he was feeling through his contractions. Dante took the chance to lift Yori's leg and see how he was progressing. With a finger inside, he could already feel something round preventing him from going deeper. “Baby's about to crown,” Dante announced. “Yori, you're amazing. You've got this.” Yori nodded quickly, but even he hadn't expected his singleton to be this much more of a struggle than the triplets. His arm flung out to grab Dante by the collar and pull him down to his other side. “Bend your knees…” Ruben and Dante obeyed, not sure what he was trying to do. With his husbands on either side of him, Yori used their thighs like stirrups for his feet as he pushed through a contraction. He didn’t say a word, but once through the wave, he paused to pant a little. His husbands could only watch and support him, knowing he had it all under control. It was still a shock though, because they could only imagine the pain they would be in if they were in his place. Yori sat up into his next push, gripping his thighs. There was a noticeable rush of fluids, even from their perspective by Yori’s head, and then Yori fully relaxed, lying down and taking deep breaths. Neither man realised it was over until they heard a gargled high-pitched cough and then a clearer more drawn-out cry. Dante scrambled up to his knees to find the newborn lying between Yori’s legs, wriggling and flailing its arms. “Oh my god…” Dante grabbed one of the smaller blankets from the pile and scooped up the infant. His eyes started welling with tears. “He’s here.” “A boy?” Ruben sat up, looking to take the baby from Dante. He chuckled a little. “Sky will be happy to hear she’s still the only girl.” The baby being passed to him had light brown whisps of hair on his lightly tan head. They could already see the resemblance to Ruben and Dante, a combination they never thought possible as two cis men. Yori was quick to the deliver after birth and kick away the soiled blankets so he could curl up comfortably. He rested his head in Ruben’s lap and then reached up for his child. “Let me see him.” Ruben gladly obliged and Yori took the baby into his arms, offering a nipple from under his shirt. The newborn took to it quickly, beginning to open his light eyes as he grew more comfortable. Dante looked to Ruben, smiling. “What are we going to name him?” “I had two boy names in mind,” Ruben said. “Maxim or Isaac.” “I had an Italian name and an Indian name ready,” Dante said. “Luca or Revan.” “Marco already has an Italian name and we’re not naming our kid after a Pixar movie,” Ruben said. “Luca is a very traditional Italian name, and you loved that movie,” Dante said. “But fine. Skylar already has a Dutch name, so Revan is what’s left.” “Isaac isn’t a Dutch name, it’s a traditional Jewish name,” Ruben argued. “Okay. Isaac or Revan. Yori can decide,” Dante said. “Yori, which one do you like?” Yori shook his head, gently petting his son’s head. “Okito.” “Okito?” Ruben echoed. “Mn.” Yori nodded. “His name is Okito.” Dante scratched the top his head and chuckled. “Seems his name is decided. You decided that a long time ago, didn’t you?” Yori just shrugged. “He is part Dante and part Ruben, but I made him.” “You did.” Ruben bent over and kissed Yori’s forehead. “You did a good job. He’s beautiful.” “Almost makes me wish we could make a kid from all three of us,” Dante said. Yori’s ears perked up. “Do you want to?” “No!” his husbands both quickly blurted out. “Sorry, please… Yori, four is more than enough kids,” Dante reasoned. “Five with Grey,” Ruben added. “Yeah! See, five kids is a lot of kids,” Dante said. Yori smiled. “I am just teasing.” Everyone chuckled for a bit, and then Ruben fished the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Dante. “Speaking of five kids.” “Huh? What’s this?” Dante asked after catching the keys. “Don’t you think becoming older siblings is a good enough reason to pull the kids out of camp?” Ruben asked. “And I’m a cushion right now.” “Ah, right.” Dante stood up from the nest. “I’ll be back in thirty. Don’t go anywhere.” “Well…” Ruben looked down to find Yori’s eyes closed again, his breathing deep. “He’s asleep so, I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere soon…” Dante smiled. “I love you.” “We love you too. Go, go.” “Okay, okay!”

#lore #Yori #Dante #Ruben #New Character #mpreg #nbpreg #mpreg birth #mpreg belly

285 notes · View notes

bellaxgiornata · 10 months

Text

Thanks to @shiorimakibawrites for the gifs of Matt just being done with my cat for chewing up my keyboard cord last night 🤣 I heard Matt a little too clearly arguing with my cat in my head from them and then a bit later I heard Michael too 😅 He was feeling left out so I decided to make a post so he could also have a say. They're both below the cut for anyone curious about the things that occur in my weird and overactive brain.

Matt: Are you--are you serious right now? She finally starts writing more fic updates for me and not Michael and you just what? Chew up her keyboard cord?

Miso: *meows*

Matt: No, don't take that tone with me. You did that–

Miso: *meows louder*

Matt: YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE.

Miso: *rubbing against his legs purring*

Matt: Don't act like you're forgiven for what you've done. She's been focused on that Kinsella guy for weeks now. I don't like it.

Miso: *still innocently purring*

Matt: ....you tell her she owes me something besides angst for this. I want fluff and smut, you hear me?Michael isn't the only one who needs a hug…

Miso: *sitting on my computer desk innocently*

Michael: Ya know what ya did, ya orange arsehole. Don't give me that look.

Miso: *meows*

Michael: No, don't try it with me. Ya know what this is 'bout. Ya ruined her keyboard last night. And ya chewed up her flowers the week before, I fuckin' saw ya do it.

Miso: *reaches paw slowly towards the keyboard*

Michael: Don't ya fuckin' dare! D'ya know how goddamn long it took her to get that cord just fuckin' right so she could still use it?

Miso: *pushes keyboard*

Michael: Oh come on! D'ya know how long it's goin' to take her to fix that? I'll be waitin' fuckin' forever for her to finish with that shite 'bout the Devil guy now cause of ya!

Miso: *meows*

Michael: Should rename ya Amanda. Ya cause 'bout as much fuckin' trouble as she does. And don't ya come lookin' to me for cuddles tonight. Fuck off to Birdy’s, maybe she'll sympathize with your orange arse.

#matt murdock and michael kinsella being done with my cat #welcome to my strange and overactive brain

42 notes · View notes

sylvia-forest · 1 year

Text

[CN] Shaw's Leave and Go Date

⚡ This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[This was translated with the help of Google translate and by my friend!]

✧[Part 1]✧

MC: No, it's not right here either…

I held down the delete button and let the screen full of text fly backwards and clear.

Recently, [MC Company's name] was bidding for the right to host the opening ceremony of an international event. For this reason, we put in a lot of effort but in the end we failed...

I was a little reluctant to miss such an important project, so I planned to review it during this long-awaited weekend.

I sighed as I watched my frown on the empty screen.

At that moment, there was a hot, wet touch on my leg. I lowered my head and saw a furry head against my leg, licking me lightly.

MC: Beanie, did the keyboard sound wake you up?

[T/N]: The pet name is “豆豆” means “bean bean” so I'll name it as “beanie”!

It seems to be comfortable to touch, its head slowly slides down, and the hair between its belly also rises and falls quietly with its breathing.

Beanie is a Labrador that a director friend fostered at my house before he went on a business trip.

It isn’t noisy, it’s much better behaved than the last foster pet, Spicy Stick, and sometimes I feel that it's a little sullen…

[T/N]: Spicy Stick appeared in the first pet date series!

It's not that you miss your master too much, right?

Just as I was thinking, a doorbell cut through the silence. I glanced at the time and estimated that Shaw should be here.

MC: Come Beanie, let's meet an interesting big brother〜

I hurriedly stepped off the sofa, stomped my foot, and signaled Beanie to follow. With a sharp stomp, it finally lifted its head and jumped down.

As soon as I opened the door, Shaw was leaning on the side.

Shaw: What are you, a turtle? You're so slow to open the door.

MC: ...Beanie, bite him!

Beanie casually wiggled its ears, glanced at Shaw, then walked in circles with its paws before laying down on its stomach.

MC: …….

Shaw: This dog is interesting, nothing like you.

Shaw: Doesn’t like to bite.

I was about to glare at him when he leaned over and looked straight at me.

MC: …what?

Shaw: What else can I do? I haven't seen you for so long, so of course I have to take a good look at you.

Shaw: But have you been busy lately, why do you look so bad?

MC: Huh, do I?

The next second, he raised his eyebrows and flicked my forehead.

Shaw: How are you gonna take care of the dog when you can't even take care of yourself?

✧[Part 2]✧

I didn't want to be fussy with him, so I dragged him inside.

MC: Yes, yes, yes, so isn’t this why I "invited" you here?

Hearing me deliberately emphasize the word, he closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Shaw: It's all right, don't forget the ten hot pot meals you owe me.

Shaw: But that's just the price of taking care of the pet, if you want me to take care of you, you have to at least—

I hurriedly pinched his palm.

MC: I don't need you to take care of me, I will recover after a few more days of sleep, so I won't give you a chance to start raising prices!

Shaw: All right, don’t be fooled.

Shaw: It seems that next time I have to change to a fresh trick.

He casually stopped, leaned over and scratched Beanie's head lightly. But it just raised its eyelids and closed them again.

Shaw: …Is it so listless every day?

MC: Well, I obviously prepared his favorite canned food and toys, but he wasn't interested in them.

I pointed aside to the bell ball and teething stick, which should have had wet drool stuck to them, and were now lying neatly on the floor.

MC: But it seems that you played well with Spicy Stick last time, so the important task of getting Beanie to cheer up is entrusted to you.

MC: But let me say this in advance that if you fail, the ten hot pots in the deal won't count!

Shaw: You don't want to suffer at all.

Shaw glanced at me, picked up the bell ball and tapped it on Beanie's paw.

Shaw: Hey, get up and play a game.

Beanie lifted his eyelids when he heard the voice, and only after a while did he reluctantly support himself and look at Shaw with his front paws folded.

Shaw didn't seem to care about its indifferent reaction. He raised his forearm and the bell ball was thrown up and down.

Beanie didn’t move at all, only his round eyes followed the rotation of the ball, as if coping.

Shaw: …Are you tired of playing?

As a final confirmation, he threw it forward. The ball bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled quietly towards the wall.

During the whole process, Beanie remained indifferent, his chin pressed against his front paws and looked at us silently.

I pursed my lips, patting him on the shoulders with an air of experience.

MC: ...Don't be discouraged. I've had a few times when I've thrown toys at him and he's done the same.

Shaw: Who said I was discouraged?

He smiled and tapped Beanie's nose.

Shaw: Your name is Beanie, right? Look, not all cats and dogs have this treatment.

Shaw: But this trick works every time.

He confidently spread out his palm, and a cluster of blue-purple lightning hung overhead, flashing sparks, and fine fireworks were reflected in Beanie’s eyes.

Soon, the cluster of lightning started to move, jumping up and down nimbly in the sunlight, looking very cute.

MC: Wow, look at this, Beanie!

I stretched out my fingertips and followed the electric light slowly, glancing at Beanie from time to time to observe its reaction.

But it just lifted its head and rubbed my leg.

Shaw: …..

Shaw: Your dog is so boring. Not interested in "fireworks"?

Shaw: You should know that the school's King of the Mountain*, and the one next to you has all given high praise.

[T/N]: Reference from Shaw’s second pet date! King of the Mountain is a black cat which was living at Shaw’s campus!

Maybe it was because he was standing in the backlight, his face was extraordinarily "gloomy", and the corners of his lips were tensed into a straight line.

Seeing his rarely "defeated” look, I laughed.

MC: It seems that your fireworks is just like that, not having much effect〜

Shaw: Oh? Who stupidly reached out and touched it when they first saw it?

[T/N]: Reference from Shaw’s first birthday date!

Shaw raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to "settle the score", but I couldn't help laughing loudly.

At the same time, there was a tickling sensation around my legs. I lowered my head, and Beanie's tail wagged widely from side to side, and seemed to stick its tongue out at me happily…

I blinked and poked Shaw's shoulder lightly.

MC: Why don't you have a few more defeats? Beanie seems to prefer to see you embarrassed~

Shaw: ……

I thought I would be mocked, but his expression converged for a few moments, gazing back and forth between Beanie and me.

After a while, he suddenly smiled.

Shaw: I know how to cheer it up.

MC: Huh?

Shaw: Hang around for a while and you'll know.

He spoke so mysteriously that I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, but I also thought that there were still bidding documents in my hand that hadn't been reviewed yet...

MC: Why don't you take it out to play, I still have some work to do. I’ll join you later?

Shaw: Didn't you say that it was over two days ago?

MC: It's over......Oops, you guys go ahead!

Thinking that one or two sentences weren’t enough to explain, I simply pushed Shaw's shoulder to go outside.

But he turned sideways and avoided my palm.

Shaw: Does it have to be today?

MC: No…

Shaw: Is that document saved?

He interrupted me and asked a question that was a bit off.

MC: I set up a regular backup, the document will be automatically saved every minute...

Before I finished speaking, there was a soft sound in the air, and the lights above my head went out.

I looked around in a daze, and found that the indicator lights of all the electrical appliances were off, so I looked at Shaw belatedly.

MC: Shaw, you…

I don't know when, he was already holding Beanie's leash in his hand and then grabbed my hand and walked towards the door.

Shaw: The electricity won't be able to recover in an hour and a half.

Shaw: Just follow me.

✧[Part 3]✧

After walking out of the gate of the community, Shaw stopped and turned to look at me.

Shaw: Tell me, where do you most want to go right now?

MC: Didn't you want to take Beanie out to relax? Why do you ask me...?

Shaw looked at Beanie at my feet and sneered casually.

Shaw: That stupid dog can't say anything, so I might as well ask someone a little smarter.

MC: I see you haven’t thought about where to go.

Having said that, an idea popped into my head.

MC: I remember Beanie's owner said that he likes to watch the sea.

MC: Originally, I planned to take it out next weekend, but now that Beanie has come out… why not choose another day?

Shaw raised his eyebrows. His eyes flashed with emotions that I couldn't understand.

Shaw: Looking at the sea. What about you, do you like it?

MC: I like it, I feel relieved when I watch the sea.

Shaw: Okay, let's go, then.

—

An hour later, we got out of the taxi and walked leisurely on the plank road by the sea.

On the other side of the plank road, the whole sea is spread out, and layers of waves roll on the soft, fine sand.

Shaw: How is it, are you feeling better?

I stopped at the sound and found that Shaw's gaze was falling from Beanie to me.

For a while, I couldn't tell who he was asking…

Shaw: What are you looking at, don't you want to watch the sea to relax?

As he spoke, he held my shoulders and turned me towards the sea, and the voice continued to come from behind.

Shaw: And you, don't cling to her every day, be independent.

Shaw: After finally coming to the beach, of course we have to have fun before going back.

He crouched down, took out a bell ball from his pocket and threw it in front of Beanie.

MC: You even brought the toy?

Shaw: Of course. Everything needs to be embellished for them to be interesting.

Seeing that Beanie finally fiddled with the bell ball twice, I was slightly relieved and turned to look at the sea.

On the sparkling sea, waves wrapped in foam burst on the reefs one after another, bringing a cool and refreshing feeling.

But this refreshment did not go straight to the bottom of my heart. Instead, I couldn't help but think about the failure of the bid.

I missed such an important project, what I need now is to sum up the experience and learn from it, not to relax…

I sighed quietly as remorse and anguish wove their way through my heart. However, the next moment, my cheek was pinched by a warm force and tugged from side to side.

Shaw: It's not like you to be so lethargic after a few weeks.

Shaw: I think that stupid dog is stronger than you.

At this time, Beanie seemed to understand something, bit the bell ball and shook his head randomly.

I glanced at Shaw next to me and patted his hand away angrily.

MC: What do you know? Stay out of adults' affairs.

Seeming to pick up on my pretentious tone, a snort came in my ear.

Shaw: OK, I don't understand.

Shaw: But I prefer to care.

The frivolity in his eyes became particularly dazzling under the bright sun, which touched my heart inexplicably for a while.

I moved a step towards him without a trace and tightened the railing in my hand.

MC: Actually, it's my own problem... It's the project that I told you I was busy with, but it didn't succeed in the bidding.

Shaw: Are you listless because of this?

MC: Can't I be frustrated by this?

What responded to me was a crisp muffled sound on my forehead. I covered my head in pain and stared at Shaw through my fingers.

The playfulness in his eyes has been curtailed for a few moments, leaving behind that pure flair.

Shaw: Of course not.

Shaw: If you were to put in the same amount of energy as me, perhaps nothing will beat you.

Shaw: Why do you have to be "invincible" in front of me, and easily get discouraged at work?

MC: Who said I...uh!

Before I finished speaking, he placed his fingers on my cheeks and directed my face towards the ocean.

Shaw: Don't scold me, scold the sea.

✧[Part 4]✧

The warmth from my cheeks intertwined with the tide repeatedly. I opened my mouth, and I couldn't say anything that was already stuck in my throat.

Shaw seemed to sense this subtlety and arrogantly took a step closer, bullying his way up to my ear.

Shaw: Is it true that you can only display that energy of baring your teeth and claws when you are in front of me?

MC: Hmph, I obviously don't want to argue with you…

Shaw tutted lightly, leaned over and rubbed Beanie's head.

Shaw: Tell your master in the future, next time you want to board, don't come to her.

Shaw: Stupidity is contagious, you know?

Hearing the staged tone of his words, I hammered him in exasperation.

MC: Shaw! I'm asking you to help Beanie cheer up, not to give it an earful!

MC: If this happens again, I will issue an ultimatum. If there is no effect before dark, ten hot pot meals will be canceled.

Shaw: Who says it didn’t cheer up? Watch it.

Shaw smiled casually, and a cluster of electric lights appeared in his palm.

MC: ...Haven't you used this trick?

Before I could finish my words, the cluster of electric sparks came to Beanie. As the lights flickered, the short hair on its body stood up suddenly, and a flower "exploded".

MC: Pff…!

It seems I’ve laughed too suddenly, Beanie reacted by lifting its tail. Along with the static electricity, it turned into a green foxtail.

[T/N] Green foxtail is a type of plant!

MC: Hahaha Beanie, you look so stupid ~

Shaw: Is it so funny? So…

As he trailed off, the electric flower turned and flew towards me. I immediately regained my senses and dodged to the side.

MC: You, you stop!

Shaw: I don’t want to.

MC: Then let's become dandelions together!

Seeing that the electric flower was close at hand, I hugged Shaw tightly and pressed my head against him.

He didn't seem to expect me to do this and his body was slightly stunned.

The ball of electric sparks flew to the top of my head before I had time to stop. My scalp was numb, and the ends of my hair had already risen.

I raised my head, and a few locks of Shaw's hair also exploded in the air silently. But in the next moment, the tingling sensation on the top of the head disappeared.

Shaw: …tsk, your reaction was pretty quick today.

MC: Hahaha, this is called having high aims, but failing! And you just look like a hedgehog— oh…

I couldn't stop laughing, and the boredom of the past few days seemed to dissipate quietly with the laughter.

Beanie: Woof! Woof!

At this moment, Beanie wagged his tail and ran in front of me, and called out twice in a good mood.

I reached out and stroked the fur that had just exploded.

MC: Beanie, you are laughing at him too, right?

It barked a few more times in agreement, then got more excited and circled around us.

Shaw: Happy?

Shaw rubbed Beanie's head. Immediately after, it grabbed onto Shaw's knee and frantically sniffed around.

Shaw: All right, all right, you're too happy.

Beanie couldn't seem to stop, and jumped on my lap again, rubbing his wet nose on my arm.

Seeing its sudden change in appearance, I could not help but look at Shaw, but found that he also raised his eyebrows in a wanton manner.

Shaw: It seems that the task has been completed, and the ten hot pot meals can be remembered.

MC: Huh…?

Seeing that I was still a little confused, he casually flicked my nose.

Shaw: Haven't you discovered that it was like this because of you?

Shaw: You must know that dogs understand human emotions best. If you are unhappy, it will of course be affected.

I was stunned, remembering that when Beanie temporarily lived in my house, I had been busy with work…

Except for regularly taking it for a walk twice a day, it spends the rest of the time anxiously facing work.

Especially after the bid failed, I completely stayed at home to reflect, but it stayed by my side from beginning to end.

Looking at Beanie who was still wagging his tail at me, a burst of sourness surged in my heart, and I reached out and hugged him.

But it doesn't seem to know what this sudden hug means, and it burrows into my arms while breathing heavily.

MC: Sorry Beanie, I made you worry about me.

Beanie moved his ears and looked up at me, his round eyes filled with only me.

Soon, it sticks out its soft tongue again and licks my arm, as it has done countless days and nights before.

Bang, bang –

In the distance, a crackling sound like fireworks sounded behind me, and Beanie in my arms grabbed my shoulder and shouted.

I turned my head in surprise and saw clusters of pale pink fireworks blooming in the sky in the distance.

Even in the bright sunlight, it still did not lose its color, burning enthusiastically.

MC: Shaw, look, there are fireworks during the day. It seems that there was something going on at the beach today.

Shaw: Such big fireworks can be seen without shouting.

There seemed to be a smile hidden in his tone, and then he hugged the excited Beanie up to the railing and rubbed its head indiscriminately.

Shaw: So you guys like fireworks.

Shaw: It seems that the one I showed you in the morning wasn't big enough, and I will show you something more powerful than this when I have a chance next time.

MC: Forget it, if there is really such a big electric shock, be careful that the Loveland City Electric Power Bureau will settle accounts with you!

Shaw: Then we have to know it.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the sunglasses that were stuck in my hair and put them on Beanie's face.

Shaw: Children shouldn't look directly at the strong light for a long time, wear it well.

Beanie didn't resist, and continued to stick out his tongue to look at the daytime fireworks in the air.

The sound of fireworks and the waves echoed each other. Looking at the fireworks in Shaw's eyes, some emotions in my heart also crackled and drummed.

MC: Shaw, after going through today, I’ve come to realize something. Some people actually have something in common with Beanie.

MC: They'll always accompany me.

Shaw seemed to be enjoying himself. He smiled and bent down to be at eye level with me.

Shaw: You are half right.

Shaw: But I’m not as dumb as the dog, companion isn’t always the best option.

Shaw: Making a change is the only way.

Boom — another burst of fireworks cut through the sky in the distance.

And in my heart, there was a small cluster of fireworks that bloomed silently.

—

🐾 Call and moments (coming soon)

#this date is full of rollercoaster of emotions 🫠#but no worries shaw's here to the rescue!#shaw's caring and attentiveness towards MC will make your heart melt 🥹#you'll know when you read the date so enjoy~#mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

88 notes · View notes