#absolute fuzzball

[gomzdrawfr]

Imagine having bear!Price all to yourself

you don't have to, here let me show you instead

[i3utterflyeffect]

I imagine cursor Sec is surprisingly soft, even compared to Alan

Like a kitten or a baby duck or something

YEAH.... i imagine tinier cursors are still pretty soft! freshly-shed coats are also insanely fuzzy so you'd definitely be able to feel it

[gemkun]

@kafkaisms said : munya munya. shows up in timely fashion to eat dr. veritas ratio’s lunch. + munya munya munyas all over ratio’s lap and desk and bed and floor. munya munya. munya. munyapocalypse. it’s all munyover.

      ⸻       this   .   .   .   infernal   creature.

  has   been   a   blight   to   his   carefully   ,   curated   productivity.   especially   now   ,   as   he   stares   her   down   ,   in   all   her   lathered   joy   —   bathing   in   balsamic   vinegar   and   the   remnants   of   a   salad.   put   together   with   caution   by   delicate   hands   ,   assorted   in   a   specific   placement   that   both   adhered   to   the   percentages   of   the   food   pyramid   and   achieved   an   aesthetic   that   was   pleasing   to   any   eye.   with   its   brocade   of   fresh   colours.

  where   it   is   now   bound   by   the   introduction   of   an   unwanted   ingredient   ,   left   to   stick   to   sentient   flour   ,   reducing   it   inedible   for   the   good   doctor.   not   to   mention   —   in   her   accursed   gullet   ,   churned   away   by   the   incorporation   of   eggs   and   butter   ,   sugar   and   milk.

  ❝   i   invested   a   great   deal   of   effort   into   that   meal.   you   have   no   idea   what   lengths   i   went   through   to   acquire   those   ingredients   ,   do   you   ?   ❞   for   the   scholar   was   not   the   average   consumer   ,   and   there   was   great   emphasis   in   what   he   put   into   his   body.   his   picky   nature   ,   after   all   ,   was   not   purposeless   —   it   was   for   the   betterment   of   his   health   ,   much   to   his   surrounding   murmurs.   mostly   in   annoyance   when   he   refused   to   partake   in   group   luncheons   that   reeked   of   oil   and   batter.

  he   senses   the   beginnings   of   a   stomach   growl   ,   and   furrows   his   brow   at   the   cretin   munching   on   his   leaves.   a   delicacy   that   had   been   imported   from   three   star   systems   away.   ❝   despicable   feline   ,   i   ought   to   charge   you   for   this   criminal   act.   common   sense   dictates   that   you   do   not   steal   another   man’s   lunch.   did   your   creator   fail   to   install   this   component   into   your   mind   ?   ❞   ah   ,   but   he   would   not   speak   ill   of   her   mother.   kafkat   was   clearly   misled   by   some   unknown   factor.

  perhaps   a   mismatch   in   the   wiring   of   her   control   centre   due   to   the   lifeform   consisting   of   more   starch   than   sapience.

  a   sigh   leaves   him   ,   as   he   watches   in   dismay   whilst   the   creature   scurries   about.   leaving   a   trail   of   condiments   in   her   wake.   ❝   aeons   sake.   i   knew   these   snacks   were   nothing   but   trouble   —   you   are   living   proof   of   this.   ❞   he   pursues   her   ,   the   second   she   nears   important   documents   and   findings   worth   a   fortune   ,   before   bending   to   scoop   the   obnoxious   troublemaker   into   his   arms.   if   only   to   halt   her   paved   destruction.

  glaring   ,   he   reprimands   the   wobbling   ,   wide   —   eyed   furball   ,   as   he   reroutes   from   the   area.   to   spare   his   research   from   its   grubby   paws.   ❝   since   you   are   so   compelled   to   acquaint   yourself   as   a   regular   visitor   of   mine   ,   i   will   be   setting   ground   rules   that   must   be   followed.   one   :   you   do   not   set   foot   in   that   room.   two   :   you   will   dine   on   the   food   that   i   provide.   three   :   if   you   are   filthy   —   as   you   are   now   ,   you   will   clean   yourself   before   accessing   my   room.   four   :   if   you   break   any   of   these   ,   i   will   no   longer   permit   your   entrance.   do   i   make   myself   clear   ?   ❞

[marlynnofmany]

Fuzzy Eggs

After several deliveries that we had to cross alien terrain for, it was nice to have a client actually meet us at the ship for pickup. We didn’t even have to leave the spaceport, small though it was.

“I can’t wait to try this out,” said the green lizardy guy as he tapped away at the payment tablet. “The advertising promises it will repel any small pest with a sense of hearing, and the last three repellents we tried did nothing.”

I asked, “What kind of pest?” (Was I about to find a hard downside to meeting someone right outside the airlock? I really didn’t want any kind of infestation on our ship.)

The guy handed the tablet back and gestured vaguely. “Round furry things. I don’t know what planet they’re from, but they could easily overrun this one if we don’t get a handle on the situation fast. The colony’s already having to keep every window and door shut, but they slip through the tiniest cracks. At least they’re wildly colored and easy to spot before they eat all your food.”

Mur tentacle-walked over with the package, holding it up like he was a squid-shaped butler with a tray of champagne. He gave me a look as the client snatched it up eagerly. “Well, animal expert?” he asked me. “Any insights?”

I shrugged. “Sounds like rodents from Earth, though ours aren’t usually wildly colored. And I have my doubts that a product exists that makes noises to repel every kind of pest. Especially without also repelling the people who set it up.”

The client was already ripping open the box. “Gonna find out. I see a few of the fuzzy little food thieves over there.” He jerked his snout toward a cluster of bushes at the edge of the landing pad.

I’d thought the puffs of color on the ground were other plants, but now that I really looked, they were moving. All in wild pinks and blues, too. Exceptionally fluffy.

Paint came trotting up. “The captain says we should close the door as soon as possible. Apparently there’s a known pest in the spaceport. Oh, hi.” She greeted the client as an afterthought.

He mumbled something polite back, more interested in getting the gadget to work than in greeting another of his own species. He hadn’t stepped back far enough for us to shut the door yet.

Mur peered past him suspiciously. “Did those things come here by stowing away on another ship?”

“Probably,” the client said. Then something clicked. “Aha!”

There might have been a noise. I couldn’t really tell. General spaceport sounds and local breeze made a background ambiance, but I kind of felt like there was something I should have been able to hear. Almost. A glance at Paint and Mur showed similar non-reactions. The fuzzballs by the bush did nothing.

“WHAT is that SOUND?” demanded Zhee, sticking his bug eyes around the corner. He had his pinchers clenched and his posture lower than usual, like he was crouching to make the sound quieter. I still didn’t know where his ears were. “Kindly stop it!”

“Sorry.” The client produced another click, apparently turning it off. “At least I know that it came fully charged. I’ll go test it on the fuzzball invasion.”

Zhee had already picked up a foreleg to continue down the hallway, but he paused at that. “What kind of fuzzballs?”

The client launched into an explanation, but I just pointed at the bush. “Those things over there. Lots of them, apparently.”

Zhee hurried over for a look, nearly knocking Paint off her feet. He sounded absolutely delighted when he exclaimed, “This planet has Egg Day?”

Blank looks all around. I asked, “Egg Day?”

He clicked a pincher arm and spoke quickly, like he was explaining something blindingly obvious that we all should know. “Mesmer holiday. The fuzz eggs emerge all at once — the first wave, anyway — and culling the population is great sport.” He addressed the client with an intense look. “These are an invasion you’d like to be rid of, yes?”

“Yes,” the client said in surprise. “They’re—”

Zhee was already turning away from him and talking to Mur. “Tell the captain to wait a little. We’re not in a hurry.” He looked at Paint. “Don’t tell Trrili.” Then he dashed out onto the landing pad, purple exoskeleton gleaming in the sun, a spectacle of predatory joy.

I’d made a step towards the hallway at one point, with thoughts of putting the payment tablet away, and an ominous voice hissed over my shoulder. “Don’t tell Trrrrrili what?”

I flinched a little, and pretended I hadn’t. “Hi there. Something about Egg Day?”

The tilt of her antennae and the flare of glossy black mandibles looked offended. “And he wanted a head start? The cheater!” She launched herself past all of us in a whirlwind of black and red. Paint thumped against the wall and the client nearly dropped the gadget.

Outside, Zhee already had a pile of crumpled furballs at his feet, and he was excavating the bushes for more. Trrili charged past him to upend a wheeled cart and expose the cluster of rainbow fur underneath. She put her praying mantis pinchers to their intended purpose, all the while bickering with Zhee about unsporting head starts.

The rest of us stared from the doorway.

“Oh my,” said the client.

Mur picked up some stray packing foam and handed it to him to put back in the box. “Those two ought to make a dent in your infestation,” he said. “And I daresay we can pass the word on to any other Mesmers nearby to come join the fun. Depending on the scale of the problem.”

“That … might be a good idea. Thank you.”

Eggskin appeared with a medkit, looking concerned. “What’s happening? I heard something about wanton violence.”

I hurried to reassure them. “Nothing to worry about. Just pest control. And a competition, apparently.”

Eggskin peered outside, shading their pale-scaled face from the sun. “Oh, Egg Day!”

Paint demanded, “You know about that?”

“Sure, it’s a Mesmer holiday,” Eggskin said, setting down the medkit. “Looks like somebody accidentally introduced the fuzz eggs here, huh? They leave egg cases in every hiding place they can find, and you usually don’t suspect a thing until they emerge all at once like that. Good thing we brought a couple of Egg Day veterans with us.”

The client was still clutching the box of electronics, wide-eyed. “They mentioned calling in more?”

“Probably wise,” Eggskin said. “We’ll have to be on our way before too long.” They picked up the medkit again. “Speaking of which, I should make sure we have enough storage space in the refrigeration unit, since they’ll want to eat every one of those.”

I shook my head. “This is a far cry from Easter when I was a kid. Though we did get to eat the hard-boiled eggs. And the ones that had candy inside. None of those took much of a battle to open, though. Well, except for the really little kids who weren’t strong enough yet.”

Paint looked up at me in consternation. “Your species has the same violent holiday as theirs?”

“Ours isn’t violent,” I said. “Unless kids fight over who saw an egg first, I guess. And there is that one noteworthy bit of lore that features a violent death, but that’s just part of the story behind it all. The actual event is totally different from this.” I watched my coworkers seek out brightly-colored round things in every little crevice about the spaceport. “Totally different.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[iridesky-the-writer]

i never request so plz dont set me ablaze if i mess up- can you do medicine pocket x gn reader just like idk domestic fluff head cannons??? (even tho theyre mean and would probably beat me)

Yo! No worries, I love me some good domestic fluff, especially with the meanies ;0; Anyways, here ya go!

(Trying to make my headcanons more actually "headcanon set-like" than 4chan greentext storytime form shbsnshdhdhdbd 💀)

☆ Barking at the Moon ☆

|| Domestic Medpocket x G/N Reader: Fluffy Headcanons! ||

|| Contains: Swearing (because Medicine Pocket),, mentions of drugs and medication (but nothing serious like addiction, Just Meddy prescribing things),, slightly suggestive content but nothing serious (just a mention of suggestive things!),, potentially inaccurate brief depictions of the biological sciences, MedPoc-typical malpractice 👍🏽, and MedPoc being a blushy fool ||

☆ MedPoc's that kinda partner that isn't afraid to be kind of grumpy around you. It's not a slight against you; it's an act of love.

☆ When they come back from the foundation each day, when they pass through the doorway, they'd instantly make a beeline towards you. You're basically their medicine. And they act like an excited puppy when they see you.

☆ "Hey, you. How's crap going around here? Hope you didn't miss me. How're you, puppy? How're you?"

☆ And then they'd kiss you on your cheeks.

☆ If they're grumpy, they murmur muffled curses under their breath as they run over, cling to you, and start vaguely muttering something about work and ignorant dumbasses who never understand anything. But you're not a dumbass! Not to them! You're their's!! And that's perfect to them.

☆ Every morning they'd wake up and be curled up next to you. Doesn't matter if they fell asleep on the couch last night or not, whatever position they fell asleep in, they probably won't be in the same place when they wake up and instead near you somehow. Don't ask me how. And when they are near you, they usually flop themselves on top of you, all of their weight at once.

☆ They're just like a reeaaal cuddly dog...that's way too big to be a lapdog yet seems convinced they are one.

☆ Oh, forgot to mention! They're always giving you petnames like "puppy" and "fuzzball". Called you bitch at one point for the bit and then never did it again. You decide on whether you're into it or not...

☆ Pocky LOOOVES nuzzling into you. Doesn't matter if it's into your cheek, neck, or stomach. They love hearing you laugh when they rub their nose up against you. After they do it, you can usually hear them chuckle to themselves in sweet satisfaction.

☆ Definitely the type to give you cuddles from behind while you're working and try to distract you with kisses and nuzzles, or by yapping and making you laugh.

☆ "Who ya texting? ...new friend? Do they happen to be interested in investing in a handsome bio researcherrr...?"

☆ Speaking of texts, they'd probably send you pictures of the weird shit that goes on in their lab at work while they're gone, and the ethically questionable shit that they do. Only the funny stuff, though. Like that time they made a whole f1 generation of dogs fluffy puffballs.

☆ Speaking of which, they may or may not try to convince you to let them bring home one of the genetically engineered dogs. Your call on if you're fine with that.

☆ they're awful at sharing like a human being (probably skipped kindergarten (joking)), but they make an exception with you. Usually by sharing bread with you in the morning and tossing you a chunk or two. (They find it hard to express love in a gift giving way, but they do it in their own unique fashion)

☆ Physical is definitely a chief love language of theirs, just next to quality time. Meaning that they really like cuddles, as much as they absolutely loathe admitting it. Then again, when you two are alone together, you're one of the few people that can water them down enough to get some snuggles out of them.

☆ Biting is also a love language of theirs.

☆ Yooouuu'd probably end up coming out of a cuddle session with them with teethmarks on your neck and shoulders. And you're going to have to explain to anyone that happens to spot them that nothing "weird" happened back there. Good luck with that, they'll never stop doing it. It's like it's hardwired into their brain.

☆ Really likes showing you the new medicines and ideas they produce, even if you might not understand them. They adore rambling on about it. They might even try and give you some bio cultures from the lab as souvenirs...uuuh, maybe put those in the closet instead of keeping them out in the open where they can be easily knocked over.

☆ If you get hurt, they'd be the first to suggest something to help or try to care for you, even though they're not a licensed doctor. (Though if you're in your right mind, you probably shouldn't agree if the care involves any physical operation...)

☆ Their favorite place to go out with you is forests and hiking trails. They love running with you, and talking with you, and listening to your ideas. If you're Pocky's partner, then they probably hang on every single word you say. You're brain's an intellectual buffet for them.

☆ They don't look the type, but they love watching sunsets and moonrises with you. It's cheesy, it's dumb. But they like it. And they unashamedly enjoy it.

☆ Sometimes they'd try to make themselves less embarrassed about it by making offhand "cool" comments, though, during those rare occasions when they feel dumb for enjoying those kinda things.

☆ "Man. Moon looks like shit tonight."

☆ Either way, at the end of the day, no matter how much they pull at your cheeks, tease you, make fun of you, or playfully cuff you in the side, they'd send you off to bed with a kiss on the lips--even if they usually can't head to bed with you since they stay up busy with work.

☆ "I love ya, dumbass. Don't get yourself killed when I'm at work tomorrow, 'k?"

Thank you for reading!

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[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Five: Surprisingly Useful (Unfortunately)

The chaos had passed. No marines in sight. No alarms blaring. No one screaming about stolen limbs.

A miracle, honestly.

The Thousand Sunny glided peacefully over calm waters, sun high, wind warm, and—for once—no one was yelling your name in anger.

You were sprawled out under one of the lawn chairs, belly-up, sunglasses tilted askew, a piece of toast on your chest like a lazy offering to the gods.

“I think I’m finally relaxed enough to die,” you mumbled.

“No dying on the deck,” Sanji said as he passed with a tray. “It’s bad for morale.”

“You’d miss me.”

“I’d miss my silverware,” he muttered.

You waved lazily.

Luffy was napping in the Sunny’s figurehead hammock, mouth open. Usopp and Chopper were working on a bug-catching contraption, arguing over net sizes. Nami sunned herself with a book, and Robin sat nearby, quietly sketching…you. Again.

You noticed. She noticed you noticing. Neither of you commented.

Peace.

Until Franky came stomping across the deck holding the previously-stolen marine leg.

“Alright, fuzzball,” he said, dropping it next to you with a dramatic clank. “We’re gutting this thing today.”

You blinked. “…Is that a threat or an invitation?”

“Workshop. Now.”

Inside Franky’s workshop, you were surprisingly focused. Claws retracted, goggles down, fur singed in three different spots from minor malfunctions—but your tail wagged excitedly as you peeked into the guts of the high-tech prosthetic.

“Okay, so if we reroute the wiring here,” you mumbled, “and rework the piston seals, we could boost the force output by, like…twenty percent.”

Franky blinked. “You know how hydraulics work?”

You shot him a look. “Do I look like someone who doesn’t regularly take apart things I shouldn't?”

“…Fair.”

You held up a tiny bolt. “This little guy is stuck. Gimme your small drill.”

Franky handed it over automatically. “You even know which tool—”

VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT—

Bolt popped off.

Franky stared.

You leaned back, wiped your hands, and said: “Chaotic doesn’t mean useless, baby.”

By midafternoon, word had spread.

You’d helped Chopper rewire one of his medical machines.

Tightened a screw on Zoro’s sword sheath without being asked.

Even fixed Nami’s compass after it had been slightly off.

(You may have also slightly broken it first, but no one needed to know.)

Usopp watched you tinker with a busted slingshot launcher and said slowly, “So…you’re like that one raccoon.”

You tilted your head. “Is that a compliment or…?”

“It’s absolutely a compliment,” he said, already handing you more parts.

Later, after dinner, you were curled up like a cat in one of the hammocks, tail twitching, grease still smeared on your cheek.

Robin passed by and handed you a cup of tea.

“I think they’re finally seeing your usefulness,” she said calmly.

You sipped it with a shrug. “Yeah, well. Can’t just be the chaotic loot gremlin every day.”

Then you reached into your shirt and pulled out Sanji’s fork.

“…Mostly.”

She smiled.

From the kitchen: “HEY! I JUST COUNTED THOSE!”

You sipped your tea again.

“Reflex.”

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The next island was quiet—just a sleepy port town with crumbling stone streets, salty air, and seagulls that sounded like they owed someone money. The Sunny docked without incident, the crew excited to restock, explore, and stretch their legs without immediate threat of capture, gunfire, or you stealing someone's pants.

(That happened once. They weren’t wearing them at the time, but still.)

You stuck close to the ship at first, lounging on a crate and watching as the others drifted into town. You picked at a loose screw from the dock, rolled it between your claws, then dropped it into your pouch—just in case.

Zoro passed by, sword slung over his shoulder, heading toward the edge of town.

“Oi. You coming?”

You blinked. “To… what? Watch you stare at walls and get lost?”

He stopped walking but didn’t turn. “Nami wants someone to keep me on track.”

“Ohhhh. Babysitting.”

“Optional,” he muttered, then added with mild annoyance, “You are the least annoying option today.”

You stretched, tail flicking. “That is both flattering and offensive.”

Still, you followed.

You ended up trailing him through back streets and alleyways, correcting his turns without saying a word. Occasionally, you pointed with your tail like a fleshy GPS. He grunted each time, stubborn, but never turned the wrong way after that.

Eventually, the two of you stopped at a little shop near the edge of town. Nothing fancy—mostly odds and ends, fishing gear, tools.

Zoro grabbed some oil for his blades. You, meanwhile, crouched near the back wall, inspecting a set of ancient navigational maps and a rusted compass tucked in a dusty corner.

“You’re wasting time,” Zoro said.

You didn’t answer right away. Your eyes traced the strange, uneven markings on the maps. Something about them itched at your brain.

“…These are coded,” you muttered. “Probably old smuggler routes. Look at the ink—these markings were added after the original cartography. Whoever used this didn't want just anyone following.”

Zoro stared. “How do you even know that?”

You shrugged. “I used to… read a lot. Before.”

“Before what?”

You paused. “Before I had to stop reading and start surviving.”

Zoro didn’t say anything for a while. Just watched as you traced a claw along one of the routes.

You glanced up. “What?”

“I think you’re smarter than you act.”

You blinked. “You think?”

He gave a faint, crooked smirk. “Well, you also shoved a fish into Luffy’s pants last night and yelled ‘BOUNTY BOOST.’ So.”

“It was funny.”

“It was chaos.”

You grinned, then gently rolled up the smuggler’s map and tucked it into your shirt.

“For research purposes,” you said.

He just snorted. “Don’t let Nami catch you.”

“She won’t. I’m subtle.”

CLANG.

A metal fishing rod fell behind you. Zoro sighed.

You shrugged. “Mostly subtle.”

Back on the Sunny that evening, as the sky went orange and Chopper proudly showed off new herbs, Nami counted the crew’s spending and Luffy tried to eat a barrel, you quietly unrolled the map on the deck under dim lantern light.

Robin walked by, glanced down, then did a double-take.

“…Where did you get that?”

“Little shop. Back alley. Guy didn’t even know what he had.”

She leaned closer. “You know what this is?”

You nodded. “Smuggler routes. Probably twenty years old, but some of the marked islands aren’t even on the current map logs. Could be lost ports. Maybe even a weapons stash.”

Robin looked at you with new eyes.

“You should show Nami.”

“…Maybe later,” you said, rolling it back up.

Robin smiled faintly. “Smarter than you act.”

You groaned. “Not you too.”

“You’re not fooling anyone,” she said, sipping her tea.

You flicked your tail and muttered, “I am a mysterious enigma, and you are all ruining it.”

From across the deck, Sanji shouted, “WHO TOOK MY SALT JAR?!”

You froze.

“…Unrelated.”

[ysaefinn]

PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE PAUSE?????

LOOOOOOOOOOOOKKK ATTTTT THHEEEMMMMMNMMN LOOK AT THIS CREATURE!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! LOOK AT THEM!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

The felon...the criminal...the corrupt royal...the supreme leader...the evil dictator has been reduced to kitty fluff ball AND THEY'RE ENJOYING THIS??? Guys i think the helpless kitty fuzzball effect is absolute...

Father has been babied i fear i am getting a taste of my own medicine and very much am enjoying it

ANGEL TOT ANGEL AMGGGEEELLLLLLL ANGEEELLLLLL my angel....my angel.... you made my year snd it wasn't looking good TAT

[animehusukatour]

if bad fluffies are attacking rocky Rickaby. and steals his pancake what happen jokes

The Pancake Heist Begins

Rocky is enjoying a quiet morning, making a big stack of pancakes in the Lackadaisy speakeasy kitchen.

Suddenly, a gang of "smarty" bad fluffies (the arrogant, bossy type) bursts in through the window.

Smarty Fluffy: "Dis am fwuffies' pancakes now! Gib nummies or gib owies!"

Rocky, confused but amused: "Well now, ain’t this a sticky situation?"

Rocky vs. The Fluffy Horde

Phase 1: Confusion and Chaos

Rocky, being Rocky, tries to reason with them in a weirdly poetic way:

"You see, dear fuzzballs, breakfast is a sacred rite! A man—err, cat—should never be deprived of his rightful pancakes!"

The fluffies don’t understand, and instead, steal the pancakes and run.

Phase 2: The Chase Begins

Rocky chases after them, jumping over tables and doing unnecessary acrobatics, while the fluffies trip over their own stubby legs.

One fluffy gets tangled in syrup, screaming "SCREEEE! STICKY HUWTIES!"

Rocky grabs a rolling pin and starts using it like a sword, flipping fluffies into the air.

The Fluffpocalypse Battle Scene

The smarty fluffy tries to rally his troops, yelling:

"Nu wet dummeh hoomin-cat take nummies! ATTACK!"

A wave of fluffies charge at Rocky, but he dodges effortlessly.

Fluffies bounce off walls, into syrup puddles, and crash into furniture.

Ivy and Freckle walk in, see the chaos, and just slowly back away.

The Final Showdown: Rocky’s Revenge

The last remaining fluffies corner Rocky, still clutching the stolen pancakes.

Rocky grins mischievously and pulls out his violin.

He starts playing an absolutely horrible, screeching song, making the fluffies wail in pain.

Fluffies run for their lives, screaming:

"NUUU! BAD NOISIES! Fwuffies' heawties am huwt!"

The smarty fluffy tries to escape, but Rocky pounces on him, reclaiming his pancakes.

The Aftermath: Victory for Rocky

The pancakes are a little fluffy-covered, but still edible.

Rocky sits back down, sighs, and eats his victory breakfast.

Meanwhile, the bad fluffies flee into the night, forever haunted by the sound of Rocky’s violin.

Final Verdict:

✅ Rocky wins, pancakes are saved. ❌ Fluffies are traumatized by music. ✅ Freckle and Ivy pretend they saw nothing.

[vorish-wonderland]

Hihihi!!! I love your writing!! It has gotten me through some tough times recently. Could I make a request? I don’t have the most detailed request, but could it be of something with Rook? Maybe some teasing or not! I just thought it would be a fun request to ask! Even maybe push you out of your comfort zone! (In the sense of writing characters, that is. Even though you have written for Rook before lol.)

Oh! And I hope you’re doing well!! ♡♡ Don’t force yourself to write!!! Bye now!!!

Include(s): soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, Rook purposely scares the reader, I wrote the majority of this fic while very sick so I hope this is good regardless of that

★✦Petite Souris✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Adjusting to life in Twisted Wonderland was strange and hard...

Especially since, apparently, the scales of your worlds are very different. Your 6'2 is equivalent to their 3 inches... you're unbelievably small in this world. After being "the tall one" your whole life, it's kinda hard to get used to being smaller than a mouse...

Grim is your steed. You can't effectively move around the school at your size, so of course he helps his henchman!

...the only problem is... today, you got separated from him. So, now, you're completely alone. All alone, except for...

"Ahhh~! Petite souris~! How rare it is I see you without Monsieur Fuzzball... what reason could there be for someone of your stature being entirely... alone?"

Rook Hunt. Probably one of the most dangerous students on campus.

"Oh, hi Rook-" You were about to say that you didn't want him to be around you, but then he grabbed you like one would grab a dog's toy.

"Petite souris... so small, so helpless~" Rook smiles as he stares at you. "You will spend the day with me, petite souris."

It was already far too late for any protesting. He's going to carry you around all day and-

...did he just lick you?

"W-what the hell, Rook?!"

"Mmmhh... je suis désolé, mon petite souris... I simply could not resist... your scent is enivrant..."

"Can you let go of me??"

"Certainly not!! It would be unsafe..." Rook suddenly stuck your upper half in his mouth, manhandling you with his tongue, coating you in his viscous saliva... when he pulls you out, there's a string of it attaching you still to his mouth, which he licks off of you.

"Stop it!! What are you doing?! Let go of me already!!"

"Non. Absolutely not. Unsafe, as I said."

"I don't care if it's unsafe!!" You yell, struggling against his hand. "Let go of me already!!"

"...you don't care if it's unsafe?" Rook asks as he smiles... though his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"Ugh, whatever you're doing is definitely more unsafe than just-"

"Than walking along the ground and risk being stepped on and violently crushed to death~?" He stares at you, his eyes not leaving your own. "However could what I'm doing be worse a fate than that, petite souris? Well, if you truly want it..."

He let's go of you for half a second, before very quickly grabbing you again. Just enough to completely petrify you. If he had just decided not to grab you again... you... you'd just be a stain on the ground right now...

"I'm sure what I'm doing does not seem that bad now, does it, petite souris?"

You're too scared to respond. You're desperately holding onto his hand which he holds you with... worried that he would simply drop you, with no remorse.

Rook lifts you higher up into the air... up, up, up... higher and higher... up above his head.

"I... I-I'm sorry, Rook... please put me down..." You meekly beg. You just want this all to be over. You want him to leave you alone.

"...as you wish, petite souris."

Rook opens his mouth and drops you once more... only, this time, he doesn't catch you. Well, at least, not with his hand. No, Rook caught you in his mouth.

He swallows you down before you can even struggle against him.

For several terrifying minutes, maybe half an hour, he says nothing to you. You're left with your inner thoughts, left to wonder if you're going to die... until, finally... he speaks to you.

"Magnifique! Such exquisite flavour, wonderful texture, and such attirant, such adorable struggling~!" Rook giggles to himself and pats his stomach a few times, shaking your entire world. "You did a fabulous job of playing along, merci beaucoup."

PLAYING ALONG?! PLAYING ALONG?!

YOU WERE GENUINELY TERRIFIED FOR YOUR LIFE, YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO DIE, YOU WERE NOT SIMPLY "PLAYING ALONG"!

...oh, but you're still inside him, so you won't say all that. Who knows what he would do.

"...it... i-it was... no trouble... Rook..." You nervously spoke.

"Again, merci beaucoup. Thank you very much for entertaining me for the moment, petite souris. I'll be taking you back to Ramshackle dorm now."

[kariachi]

Random Headcanon: There are pokemon types that tend towards being more chill, there are types that tend towards being more aggressive, and then there's fairy-types.

Fairy pokemon tend to have more disparate extremes than other types do. More dangerous or aggressive fairy-types will also be absolute sweethearts, fairy-type species known for being sweethearts will turn on a dime into menaces to life and limb.

Gardevoir are great! As long as you're behind them. If they think you're a threat they will take you down with extreme prejudice.

Ribombee and Cutiefly are affectionate little fuzzballs, so long as they aren't being overhunted. When populations drop sharply over a short period they swarm to wipe out any nearby threats.

Tinkaton are one of the few pokemon species that hunt for sport. They're also one of the few species to actively adopt the young of other species.

The Hatenna line are known for their aggressive natures and a tendency to toy with people. Like their relative Florges they also so great care for the nature around them and actively seek to keep it healthy.

Sylveon are known to be some of the most loyal, affectionate, trustworthy pokemon out there. Just make sure not to wrong one- they don't forget, getting them to forgive is like pulling teeth, and they aren't afraid to attack.

[cat-identifier]

This is Tokyo, who belonged to a former roommate of mine. We thought she was part Norwegian forest cat, but all we knew for sure was that she was 100% cute

What a fuzzball! I absolutely love her.

[theheadlessgroom]

"I-I remember reading The Black Cat for the first time," she confessed shyly, unsure if he really wanted to hear about her dreadfully boring little life, and all of the dreadfully boring little things that happened in it. "It gave me such chills, and I had to put the book down and step away from it for a bit...but I couldn't stay away for too long! I-I just had to finish reading it before I went to bed...even though it frightened me!"

In some ways, she always thought it was her that felt that way about these tales of terror, the sorts of stories she was sure her coworkers would refuse to so much as look at. These stories got under her skin, made her stomach tighten and her hair stand on end, made her afraid to blow out the candle on her nightstand or to walk down the hall to get herself a drink of what...but she loved it anyhow. She sort of thought something might be wrong with her, feeling this way...

...but knowing that Philippe knew exactly how she felt, because he too enjoyed that frightening thrill brought on by such stories...it was relieving in many ways to hear, as well as enlightening. How strange it was to think she actually had a few things in common with someone of his status!

Too bad it probably wasn't meant to last...eventually, they'd part ways tonight, and they'd like never see each other again...oh, well. She supposed she'd enjoy it while it lasted...

@beatingheart-bride

"I, uh...I never gave too much thought to Annabel Lee before," Susannah confessed with a small smile: She was familiar with it, of course, but it wasn't one she often revisited when going back to Poe's most famous works. It was likely something she would've enjoyed some years before, but these days, she tended to shy away from stories and poems that dealt with romance...happy or not.

But Philippe's affection for it, the way he spoke of it with such fondness, despite the poem's somber nature...it made her wish to go back and reread it, just to see what he saw. Perhaps, through his eyes, she'd gain a better appreciation for it.

"I'll...I'll have to go back to it," she nodded earnestly, a touch excited by the notion, before flashing him a little smile, recalling, "I-I bought my copy of Frankenstein second-hand; it was near Halloween, and the, uh...the cover called to me too. It frightened me, but I just couldn't put it down!"

Her father was a great admirer of the author's husband Percy; he had a number of his poems on their bookshelf, and used to read them to Susannah when she was a bit younger. He didn't completely understand his daughter's affection for such scary stories, but he never dissuaded her from reading them. One of the last birthday gifts he gave her before his passing was a copy of John Polidori's The Vampire, she'd yet to read it.

[nobodylikety]

Cat hybrid! Liz 🐈

Yeah I knooow it's been a while, I was kinda busy and had a bloody writers block,,, BUT HERE I AM, back with my blurbs and thoughts about hybrid! IVE, this time with Liz and her orange cat bevahior

tags: cat hybrid! liz x fem! reader, hybrid AU, fluff.

Cat hybrid! Liz is an absolute homebody! This house cat will hardly want to leave her home and go places, because inside her home are you, the rest of hybrid! IVE, her bed and all the food she can ask for.

Cat hybrid! Liz's swimming skills are as good as a sinking brick <3 she's not a very good swimmer, because cats themselves are not very fond of water. And as for bathing? no way. If it occurs to you that it's bath time, chances are Liz will demand some good cuddles afterwards.

Cat hybrid! Liz has orange cat energy, she's absolutely chaotic and goofy! Not only is she constantly fighting with Puppy!Yujin over silly things, but they are also accomplices and sometimes get into trouble together, because together they are twice as love bugs and the sweetest little cat and puppy, although not very bright! <3

+ like all orange cats, she's the most cuddly and goofy fuzzball. And when she's near you? she runs towards you, with her tail wagging all happy and for sure she tripped at least 3 times and ran into 2 walls, in the process of TRYING to get on your lap. She's such a good girl, kinda silly, but good girl 🩷

Cat hybrid! Liz lacks feline grace and agility…because her orange cat vibe is stronger. She can't jump, she can't climb…she always falls. BUT if she hears you open a bag of chips anywhere, she won't hesitate to ask for her portion (or steal it  ^_^ ♡)

Cat hybrid! Liz has a habit of flopping up on the sofa and looking at you intently, with big eyes, wagging her tail in anticipation, all serious and predatory attitude,,, before giving you the silliest, most affectionate headbutt out of nowhere <3

🐱 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Kitty shenanigans ]

Liz always finds unique ways to get into trouble, but she never fails to be the most adorable and affectionate kitty you'll ever meet.

Not a day goes by that Liz doesn't get into trouble. Like that time when Liz and you were playing together in the garden, and Liz started chasing the butterfly she'd found with such enthusiasm that she ended up tripping over a flower pot and falling face first into the middle of some flowers. And what did Liz do? she got up, shook the dirt off her fluffy ears and looked at you with an innocent expression, as if nothing had happened.

With that silly little smile, the same one she always does.

Or that other time, when Liz was trying to catch a fly buzzing near the window, but she jumped so hard that she ended up hitting the glass, leaving a little nose smudge on the glass.

Or like now, with the most frequent mischief that takes place almost every morning, and always in the kitchen.

You're preparing toast for breakfast, when Liz decides it's an excellent idea to hop across the table to inspect your culinary work. So with an air of elegance she tries to land gracefully, but instead of it, she trips over her own tail and falls face first into the tray of eggs, scattering them all over the kitchen. And of course, not before knocking over the pile of frying pans and pots, creating a chaotic clatter.

"Don't worry, Liz," you say with a chuckle as you help her up. "I think we'll have scrambled eggs this morning."

"Meow," she replies, looking up at you with innocent eyes, as if it's your fault.

Because It's never her fault, it's always yours.

And that sometimes makes you want to wrap Liz in cotton, to stop her from endangering her own life in her own stupid way. Liz really is a bit of a rebel, even when she's not actively trying to get into trouble.

But... you have to accept her for who she is, and if you're honest with yourself, there's something incredibly endearing about this goofy, sensitive, lovable little cat (who attempts to break herself more than once a day) that's part of your life.

Because even after a day full of stumbles and falls, when you sit on the sofa and enjoy the peace and quiet of home, with Liz purring softly as you stroke her head, her sweet gaze and carefree, goofy attitude reminds you of how wonderfully special she is.

So despite all the misadventures, you wouldn't for a moment change your life filled with Liz's antics.

Cat hybrid! Liz 's love language is giving you the goofiest headbutts and being dumb with you! (she has a weird sense of humor) so Liz is always tripping, falling, flopping clumsily on you, just for the sake of showing you her love for you!

+ This. Kitten. ALWAYS (LITERALLY ALWAYS). FALLS OR TRIPS OR GETS INTO DUMB STUFF.

Wants your attention? climbs the ledge closest to you, and before falling gracefully next to you, trips and falls on your head.

She's going to climb on your lap? miscalculates and ends up with her head stuck in the sofa.

She's going to purr you to lull you to sleep? she chokes on a hairball before she even opens her mouth.

And the list goes on, because Cat hybrid! Liz is an adorable bundle of leggy nonsense, and she loves you with all her heart. ♡

[toomanytookas]

One of our patrons swears this little fella escaped from your pocket as you left the coffee house this week.

We're named him Mortimer and he's living with Marcus for now, but you'll want to reclaim him before they move off to Washington to start a new life.

Firstly, Megan, how on Earth did you guess his name? Did he talk to you? I can never get him to speak!!!

I think what unfortunately has happened is that I have spent far too much time reading meet cutes with my screen within Mortimer’s eyeshot and he’s endeavoured to make one happen, that silly romantic fuzzball.

You know the kind…

Character A — we’ll call him Marcus (of course no relation to this Marcus we’re just using the name because it’s cute 👀) —finds character B’s beloved pet ambling about his place of work. He gets no response to his FOUND: WITCHY HAMSTER NAMED MORTIMER posters (suddenly it is absolutely impossible to suggest this is a generic plot description…). Out of the goodness of his heart, Marcus invites Morty to live with him, starts to really feel like the darling fluff is a deeply wonderful and important part of his life and happiness…

But wait! Just as it seems that everything has settled into a new routine, B and Marcus meet! Perhaps B’s returned for another fantastic piloncillo latte at this fine establishment of yours and spots Morty riding around in Marcus’s apron (somehow it’s been cleared for health code purposes). There are reunion tears, human bonding over shared love of that silly hamster, a bit of flirting, and then before you know it it’s been hours, the cafe’s cleared out, and all that’s left is for Mortimer’s two favorite people in this whole wide world to take the next step that will mean his adventures in real world matchmaking were a smashing success.

Oh, Marcus, of course we can make arrangements so Mortimer can get to see you as often as you’d like. He’ll miss you ever so much. You’d be welcome to visit our soft, squeaky friend anytime. Day or night. Would you believe it, my bed is also soft and squeaky… perhaps you might like to make its acquaintance? I also have some incredibly wonderful snacks, do you think you’d like to come over and stuff them into your cheeks after we take a never ending run on a spinning disk or perhaps share a drink from that giant bottle on the wall with the metal straw in it?

Okay, maybe the hamster is also adding a bit of his own understanding of what dating looks like at the end there… but I’ve gotta admit the rest of it sounds pretty dang cute. DC, you say? I do hear it’s quite a lovely city…

[phlurrii]

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

Oh fuck

Remember this??? I put together a lot of pieces suddenly and oh no oh no oh Noe. I wonder why he has the kink in his second neck, eh? Could it just possibly be because Meau got hit by the axe in exactly the same place??? I’m extremely concerned about the possibility that this is why he formed early, because the damage somehow ripped the two of them apart. That seems like, y’know, a very good way to gain one ghost typing. And, y’know, a very good way for Meau to only have properly seen his original shiny form for a brief period of time. Did he “die” from the attack? Is that how he got the ghost typing? Is that why his fur darkened so much? Or even worse, did Meau come so close to death that he split off from her to be her replacement? Is that what his second purpose is? Did he appear early because Meau wasn’t supposed to die yet??? Bucket wasn’t in the picture yet, the universe needed a backup plan and our current backup plan didn’t exist yet. Fuck, our second palkia is shiny to replace the first, dead, normal one. You’ve even teased about the amount of shiny luck in this family. Can you truly tell me that’s not why Noe came out shiny??? I’m sure some of this is wrong, but you’d have to deny it directly for me to let go of the idea that Noe was the backup plan and that’s why he’s shiny like palkia. Quite frankly that has me making other conspiracy theories about Qari and ?????? and the fact that our arceus is shiny potentially meaning that he’s the second fucking arceus, but I’ll leave that for another unhinged ask later. Same with the theory that he got the darkened fur, ghost type, and glitchiness because arceus had to give him a temporary purpose when Meau didn’t die. In the meantime, Noe’s second purpose was absolutely to be Meau 2.0, and he absolutely has the second neck kink because Meau was hit and quite nearly killed in the second neck in the exact same place. The middle part, that’s not certain. How he formed is all kinds of unclear. But damnit, I see things that I really really like for Phlurrii and Fuzzball purposes and really really don’t like for Meau and Noe purposes. I love it to bits and also I’m extremely scared for the cat gods because none of the things I have listed are good things for anyone in front of the 4th wall.

;> wowie, you are barreling in the right direction ain’t ya.

Very impressed, very good deduction skills, there’s a few things in here that Broadly… are basically correct, minus some details here and there X3~

However… one thing I have to confirm because I’m both very excited and very proud you figured it out, Missingno.’s shiny was the first and brief appearance of a shiny mew that Meau witnessed… as for why it was brief, i can’t say as of now! Gotta wait for the in story visuals because that delivery will be eveyrthing X3

I loved reading this and it sincerely made me giggle madly, your first bit has a lot going in the right direction and even a few things just about spot on, later half is in the ball park, but not quite right. Very impressed ;3

[pastelwitchling]

Hiya Rin, I'm in love with all your Malex stories and re-read them constantly. I can't wait to read more of Numb when the next chapter is out ❤️❤️

If you would, could you give us more of Daffodil and Potato, I absolutely love them.

Wishing you a Ramadan Mubarak. Xx

@cu-sidhe13

***

Alex woke to shuffling somewhere inside the house. He lifted his head from where it rested on Michael’s chest, alarm instinctively surging throughout his body at the idea of someone in their home, someone here to hurt his Michael –

“Shh,” Michael’s soft voice came at once, his hands sliding into Alex’s hair. “Calm down, baby, it’s just the demonic fur babies.”

With anyone else, Alex would’ve needed to confirm for himself, but he knew Michael would never let anything touch him, so the fear immediately seeped out of him and he melted back down against his chest. Michael chuckled, running a hand down his back.

“They’re not demonic,” he murmured sleepily. A pause, then, “Well, Potato isn’t.”

Michael kissed the top of his head. “You know, if you scooch off me, I can go see what’s wrong.”

Alex grumbled, hugging Michael’s waist and moving halfway on top of them. “They’re fine, don’t move.”

Michael’s chest rumbled against Alex’s ear with his laughter. “Wow, you’re so obsessed with me.”

Alex buried his face deeper into Michael’s chest, breathing him in. “Yes. Very obsessed. I have the sexiest husband in the world, and I love him more than anything, how could I not be obsessed?”

He felt Michael’s smile widen against his crown, his hold on Alex tightening and tightening until Alex couldn’t breathe.

“Want me to let you go?”

“No,” Alex mumbled against Michael’s neck.

“Good.”

More shuffling sounded somewhere inside, like a guitar case being knocked over.

“That’s your cat,” Michael said.

“Oh,” Alex laughed sleepily, “my cat, huh?”

“I’ll take responsibility for Po, but Daffy’s yours.”

“I see,” Alex said, “so it’s your fault that he chewed up my music sheets from Forrest last week?”

Michael squeezed him even tighter and growled, “My pug has good taste.”

Alex hummed, smile widening. “Or he knows how to follow orders.”

Michael scoffed, but just hugged him tighter without a word. Alex chuckled and managed one kiss to Michael's pec before a bark and angry meowing sounded.

“Okay,” Alex started to push himself up again, “now I really do need to check on them.”

“No need,” Michael said, as right then, Daffodil and Potato came running in, Potato barking after the furball kitten. They were both getting bigger, but Daffodil still only barely made it onto the bed with her three legs while Potato ran around it, barking madly.

Daffodil ran right for the blanket and hid under Alex’s stomach before turning to Potato and hissing, swiping her claw at him. He barked happily, his tail wagging.

“He’s just playing with you,” Michael sighed, scratching between Daffodil’s ears, “you grouchy fuzzball.”

Daffy didn’t acknowledge Michael’s head scratches, her eyes fixed intently on Po, as though worried that if she looked away for a second, he would find his way onto the bed and try to smother her with kisses. Again.

“She doesn’t like games,” Alex smiled, poking her nose until she stopped arching her back and her fur settled. “Do you, my little demon?”

Daffy caught Alex’s finger between her teeth for seconds before she let go and licked the wounds. Alex, undeterred, continued petting her when she pushed her head into his palm.

Michael hummed, reaching over the bed to pet Po. “So a lot like you, then.”

Alex snickered. “Please. I would’ve married you when we were seventeen if you’d asked me to.”

“Don’t say that,” Michael groaned. “It really depresses me to think of all that wasted time, Alex.”

Alex’s smile softened against Michael’s hip. “Wow,” he murmured, “you’re so obsessed with me.”

“Yes,” Michael said without missing a beat, even as Daffodil glared, exasperated, at the still happy and waiting Potato. “Very obsessed.”

***

Happy Malex Monday ❤️

I wanted to let you guys know that next week's malex monday might be late. I won't be in the country, and so posting will be a little difficult. I will do my best to save a draft so that I can publish the fic on Monday, but if it doesn't come, then it hopefully will just a few days later ❤️