#emotional support kitten <3

[merakiui]

this will forever be my favorite screenshot of scaramouche. there’s something about it that grabs me by the throat and leaves me so captivated. orz and it’s accompanied with the “you can’t even defeat me in a dream” line. aaaaaa it’s too good!!!

[burger-goblin]

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[ewyuzu]

Marked by Desire

Sylus (LnD) x Fem Reader

warning: this story contains explicit content, dominant and possessive themes, intense physical and emotional interactions, and mature language. reader discretion is advised.

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You barely have time to react before Sylus pins you against the wall, his hands firm on your hips, holding you in place. His red eyes bore into yours, dark with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. The air between you is thick with tension, his body pressed close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

“You think you can walk around like that and not expect a reaction?” His voice is low, a dangerous edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. His fingers dig into your skin, possessive, as if he’s afraid you might slip away.

“I wasn’t—” you start, but he cuts you off with a growl, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s all hunger and need. It’s rough, demanding, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulls back just enough to speak.

“You’re mine,” Sylus mutters against your mouth, his breath hot and heavy. “I don’t like to share.”

The words send a jolt of desire through you, his possessiveness stirring something deep within. You can feel his need for control in the way he holds you, the way his hands roam over your body, claiming every inch of you as his own.

His lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking you as his. You gasp, your hands clutching at his shirt as he moves lower, the sensation of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

Sylus doesn’t stop there. His hands slide up your torso, slipping under your shirt to cup your breasts, his touch firm and possessive. “These are mine too,” he growls, his eyes dark with desire as he pushes the fabric up, exposing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

Before you can respond, Sylus dips his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. The sensation is electric, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before he starts to suck, his lips and teeth working in tandem to draw out the most delicious sounds from you. You moan, your back arching into him as he lavishes attention on your breast, his free hand kneading the other, his touch rough and demanding.

“You taste so good, kitten.” Sylus murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention, licking and sucking until you’re trembling in his arms, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

Every kiss, every bite, every flick of his tongue feels like a brand, marking you as his in a way that goes beyond just words. The intensity of it all is overwhelming, your body reacting to his every touch as if you were made for him, your breasts aching for more of his attention.

Sylus is relentless, his mouth moving between your breasts, leaving a trail of marks that bloom under his lips, a reminder of just how thoroughly he’s claimed you. “No one else gets to see you like this,” he growls, his voice rough with possessive desire. “No one else gets to touch you.”

You can only nod, your words lost to the pleasure coursing through your body. His dominance, his obsession with you, fuels your own desire, making you want to give him everything he demands and more.

You squirm, your hands clutching at his shirt as he moves lower, the sensation of his mouth on your skin making your knees weak.

“Do you understand?” Sylus demands, his voice rough as his hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” you breathe, the word coming out as a whimper as his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, fingers brushing against you through your panties.

Sylus smirks at your response, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction as he presses his fingers against you, teasing. “Good,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that’s just as possessive as before. His touch grows firmer, more insistent, as he rubs you through the thin fabric, drawing out moans that he swallows with every kiss.

Your mind is a haze of pleasure, the feeling of Sylus’s hands on you, his lips against yours, overwhelming all your senses. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, tangled in each other, lost in the intensity of the moment.

When he finally slips his hand beneath your panties, touching your bare skin, you can’t hold back the gasp that escapes you. Sylus’s eyes darken further, and he presses closer, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. “I want to hear you,” he commands, his fingers working you with a skill that leaves you trembling.

You obey, your moans filling the room as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. Sylus’s mouth is everywhere, his hands relentless as he takes you apart, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but the pleasure he gives you.

Finally, when you’re on the verge of begging for him, Sylus pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of you, your chest rising and falling with every ragged breath, your skin marked with his love bites. “Perfect,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down your body to your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly as he presses you harder against the wall.

You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you, and a fresh wave of desire floods through you. Sylus grins at your reaction, his hands gripping your hips as he presses a teasing kiss to your lips, before trailing his mouth down your neck, sucking on the spot that makes you whimper.

“Remember this,” Sylus says, his voice dark and commanding. “You belong to me.”

And with that, he captures your lips again, pulling you into a kiss that’s both a promise and a claim, sealing the words he’s just spoken. His hands roam your body, gripping your hips as he starts to rock against you, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. Every touch, every kiss is laced with his possessive need for you, a need that you’re more than willing to satisfy.

[stardustdiiving]

If you inverse the dynamic of Wanderer as Nahida’s standoffish stray cat she adopted off the street that she’s trying to properly socialize, my opinion is you get a modern AU where Nahida is this tiny fluffy emotional support rescue cat that forces Wanderer to babyproof his entire apartment because she is Very smart and every week she figures out how to open doors (because Wanderer barricaded himself in his room to rot in bed and she wanted to cheer him up by keeping him company) or take apart a quarter of his kitchen because she decided she was very curious about the logistics of saucepans and which one is most suitable for her to take a nap in

She also keeps somehow stealing Wanderer’s keys and charging out of his apartment to explore, prompting Wanderer to have to chase her down and very awkwardly interact with the other people who live in the Genshin Character Apartment Complex because she always goes and bothers them (which they do not mind because they absolutely adore her especially since he lives on the same floor as the Sumeru cast). Wanderer is starting to suspect she does this in hopes of making him friends but whenever he accuses her of this as he marches them back to his apartment while holding her like a sack of potatoes because she ran off to say hello to that Tartaglia guy who just moved in and keeps asking Wanderer about his experience in hand to hand combat she just purrs at him with a very friendly :3 face because she’s literally just a little kitty. But also this is definitely what she’s doing and it’s working because now people say hi to him in passing and invite him for tea bc they are very amused by the prickly mysterious loner on their floor with the incredibly friendly white fluffball of a kitten

[doumadono]

Sanemi's ways - Sanemi x Reader Origami - Douma x gn!Reader An unexpected gift - Gyokko x Reader Healing embrace - Muzan Kibutsuji x demon!reader Troubled darling - Akaza x trans man!reader A yearning - Kokushibo x Reader A flame of comfort - Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader Upper Moons 1, 2, 3 & male s/o suffering with nightmares Monikers - Douma x gn!Reader

Hantengu Clones & s/o with kidney stones - headcanons Hantengu Clones & s/o with weight issues/low self esteem - headcanons Douma & gn!reader with an unexpected question - headcanons Douma & bored s/o - headcanons Hantengu Clones & grieving AFAB reader - headcanons Hashiras & s/o who lost beloved animal - headcanons Douma & s/o having bday Douma & s/o with public anxiety attack Douma & s/o insecure about her thighs - headcanons Akaza & Aizetsu with s/o getting emotional during cuddles - headcanons Aizetsu & gn!Reader who left a toxic environment - headcanons Muzan & gn!reader feeling bad about passage of time - headcanons Muzan & s/o struggling with emotional pain - headcanons

An otherworldly glow - Dabi x Reader There's more to us - Dabi x Reader Dabi and Tomura & s/o with an anxiety attack "You've got wings" - Hawks x fem!reader Don't you worry, kitten - Aizawa x Reader Shocking news - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Don't worry, darling - Shoto Todoroki x Reader Izuku & Katsuki supporting a childhood friend Longing for home - Izuku Midoriya x Reader The sorrow - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader The labyrinth of the mind - Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader "You're all I need" - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader "Talk to me" - Shinso x afab!Reader A little scar - Aizawa x Reader A new friend - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Sweet date - Izuku Midoriya x Reader The little encouragement - Izuku Midoriya x Reader Rebuilding bonds - dad!Izuku & Y/N's daughter Beyond expectations - Izuku x popular model!reader Twice & Dabi with a self-harming friend (gn!Reader) A storm - Dabi x Reader Embrace of warmth and chill - Shoto x Reader Hawks and Dabi & s/o after a fight with their parents Protected - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Open up - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Twice & Dabi with s/o struggling with her parent Challenges of teaching - Aizawa x Reader Shinso & s/o with gender dysphoria and anxiety about gaining weight Shoto & a friend who got out of an abusive relationship New Year's Eve - Dabi x Reader Our very own New Year's Eve - Erasermic x Reader Smile - Kirishima x gn!Reader A human heater - Dabi & trans man!Reader A path to liberation - Shoto Todoroki x Reader The wisest way to use a quirk - Hitoshi Shinso x Reader Aurora borealis - Shoto x Reader The bravest thing you can do - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Shoto & s/o stressing about the exam - headcanons Shoto & his pregnant girlfriend - headcanons Katsuki & Shoto when someone confesses to them - headcanons Aizawa & Gojo with s/o struggling with self care - headcanons Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki & s/o dealing with anxiety - headcanons BNHA boys & s/o during a panic attack - headcanons BNHA boys & reader having hard time with family Deku & Bakugo & Shinso with a friend struggling with autism Dabi & his girlfriend with a dying aunt - headcanons Bakugo & his girlfriend dealing with the period Hawks & Gojo with s/o insecure about being overweight Kaminari & sexually assaulted friend - headcanons Izuku & s/o in mourning - headcanons Bakugo & s/o in mourning - headcanons Dabi & s/o in mourning - headcanons Katsuki, Shinso & Sero with s/o feeling anxious - headcanons Kirishima & Tomioka with s/o facing a sleazy friend of their deceased mother - headcanons Dabi & s/o with mother tearing her down - headcanons Izuku Midoriya & s/o having a flu - headcanons Aizawa & Hawks with s/o having suicidal thoughts - headcanons Shinso & Denki with s/o struggling with epilepsy - headcanons Shoji & Amajiki with a friend who lost their CC stuff - headcanons Dabi & Twice with a girlfriend hurt in the past - headcanons Sero, Denki & Kirishima with s/o struggling with depression - headcanons Aizawa & daughter!reader dealing with self harm - headcanons Hawks & Shoto with a friend after breakup - headcanons

Blue orchids - Suguru Geto x Reader "I got you" - Nanami x Reader The inner peace - Nanami x Reader

Nanami, Toji, Gojo & s/o not being able to have children - headcanons Nanami & Gojo with s/o who was raped - headcanons Nanami & Choso with Reader whose friends forgot about her bday - headcanons

Rain on me - Osamu Miya x Reader

Genshin men & gn!Reader with social anxiety - headcanons

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[hitomisuzuya]

Part 3 of ? Gamer! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Cunilligus. Pussy drunk Scara. Some humor. Childe is in this to.

As promised. Everyone, I am sorry about my mini freak out. You all have been so wonderful and supportive. I feel a lot better, and will respond to comments when I finish typing this.

It had taken a lot of coaxing, and a lot of bribing with sweet purrs and even sweeter sweets, but you finally relented to Scaramouche. It was you in the driver's seat tonight, live streaming playing Five Nights at Freddy's instead of him.

You gave polite thank yous to the ones watching when they saw certain things on the cameras, and navigated your way through the first 2 nights without much incident.

Without much incident that anyone knew of anyways. Because what everyone didn't know is that Scaramouche was underneath his computer desk, completely hidden from view with his tongue lapping at your cunt.

His eyes were intently focused on your face, his eyes narrowed into a glare of concentration. No matter how hard he'd fucked you the last time, you just didn't mess up no matter what.

As hot as it was, it also frustrated him. You usually liked watching, and he could show off for you. Yet, whenever you yourself played, you found some way to do better than he did.

It was quite remarkable actually. And it made him feel proud, honestly. Scaramouche was always an interesting mix of emotions. An absolute powder keg.

He brushed his fingers teasingly on your inner thighs. It was getting harder and harder for you to hold back any noises of pleasure. He swirled his tongue around your clit, smirking when you had to clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to play it off as fright because it was a horror game.

Your cheeks were starting to flush. Scaramouche swept his tongue inside of you, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from how good you tasted. He muffled a groan into your cunt, his breath shaky as it vibrated over your clit.

You covered up your moan with a cough behind your hand. The hand that had been in your lap found the back of his head, pressing his mouth into your cunt, fidgeting as you tried to roll your hips up into his mouth without seeming out of the ordinary.

He held your cunt against his mouth, latching his lips around your clit. The tip of his tongue worked ruthlessly over the throbbing bud as he sucked. Your thighs trembled in pleasure. "H-Holy fuck," You suddenly stammered, closing your thighs against the sides of his head.

Someone must've said something about the game, Scaramouche heard you press a key, enjoying your slightly delayed reaction when he swept his tongue inside of you.

"Th-thank you, Childe. I see Foxy now," Scaramouche rolled his eyes, prodding the tip of his tongue against your clit, snickering into your cunt when you squeaked in pleasure. Of course Childe would be watching, that ginger shithead seemed awfully comfortable being so chatty with you.

Night 3 stretched into Night 5

Scaramouche could feel from the way your walls were clamping consistently around his tongue that you were close to cumming. This boy was a master of building up toe curling slow orgasms.

Now he was wishing your mic was muted, because it was getting harder for him to hold back his moans. You tasted fucking incredible. He swirled and lapped his tongue between your walls, gliding his tongue back up to kitten lick your clit.

Your fingernails dug into his scalp, your eyes darting around on the screen, struggling to hold back tears of pleasure welling into your eyes. Your excuses for why you were suddenly acting out of ordinary were sounding dumber and dumber. Scaramouche appreciated how fast you came up with them though.

His favorite was you thought you had a fever. He actually snorted when he heard that one. Yeah, a fever of his warm spit and tongue between your legs.

You grit your teeth. You didn't see Freddy in usual place anymore. This was the critical part of the game. One you just couldn't do right now. Scaramouche was being absolutely ruthless with his tongue.

"I-I'm sorry, everyone. I need to step.." You took a breath, feeling Scaramouche tap your hips impatiently. You hadn't messed up, but this outcome was also desirable. "..away from the stream for a few moments," Childe having to see you lose your composure because you needed him to cum so badly made you taste even sweeter somehow. (Impossible)

You paused the stream, and the game. Muting his mic and turning the camera off, you tossed his headset onto his desk. "Ah God, I can't do it anymore. Make me cum Scara, please!" You pleaded, rolling your hips needily into his mouth.

"That's my good slut," Scaramouche groaned in bliss, his cock throbbing and straining hard in his jeans. "Needing to stop the stream to beg me to cum, what a desperate whore," You cried out loudly, your clit throbbing as his tongue ruthlessly lapped at it.

It took a few firm sucks to your clit before you squirted onto his tongue. He soaked in every last shameless moan. It was intoxicating to him to taste you while he watched you come undone.

Twitching, you collapsed back into his chair, panting while he lapped up your release. When he was satisfied, Scaramouche pushed his computer chair back and slid out from underneath the table.

He curled his fingers underneath your chin, capturing your lips in a heated, passionate kiss as he turned the webcam back on. Feast your eyes on that, Childe! You even moaned loudly into his mouth when he unmuted the mic.

Scaramouche had waited on purpose to wipe his mouth after he pulled away. He looked right at the camera and said, "Sorry everyone, I'll be cumming inside of her now. I dunno if she will be able to make it back for the rest of the stream."

He cut the stream off entirely right in the middle of Childe asking if he could watch.

[verysium]

please write something about blue lock as cat dads, like we have cat and its batshit insane <3

my cat was furiously scratching at my bedroom door this morning, so i'm taking that as a sign to write this. here you go anon:

rin owns a void. black fur with bluish green eyes and sharp little fangs. rin adopted him as an emotional support animal after sae left for spain. his name is kuro (黑) which means "black" in japanese because the itoshis are just unoriginal with all pet names. sometimes the cat camouflages with the furniture, but rin knows its habits too well to accidentally sit on him. they have an almost telepathic bond. kuro follows a very strict routine. feeding times are 7 in the morning before rin's football practice and 6 in the evening during dinner. he is calm and quiet most of the time but hisses whenever there are birds in the window. very shy around strangers. will curl his tail around rin's leg and peek out from time to time but does not have the courage to actually approach. sometimes if rin has free time, he takes kuro out to the park and lets him chase after the butterflies. kuro is also very intelligent. knows how to unlock doors, fetch the newspaper, and clean up after using the potty. sometimes spaces out when rin watches his horror movies at night. will blink at the screen owlishly. he's not very skittish when it comes to jumpscares. he just doesn't understand what's going on in the film. his favorite time of the year is during the holidays when rin goes back to kamakura to visit his parents. mama itoshi always sneaks kuro an extra fish bone.

oliver has a cat with heterochromia. his name is björn which is swedish for bear because he is a massive maine coon. flirts with all the tabby cats in his neighborhood and purrs loudly to show off. incredibly fluffy but sheds a lot. very strong physically. one time he moved oliver's entire closet because he did not like how it was blocking his cat door. secretly the leader of a cat gang, but oliver doesn't know. pretty chill most of the time and enjoys large family gatherings. multilingual because he can respond to commands in swedish, japanese, and german. he also knows a little bit of danish. oliver taught him a few tricks as a kitten. he can twirl around, roll over, and give high-fives. despite his large size, björk is very flexible and light on his feet. one time he got into the cookie jar on the top pantry shelf, and oliver's mom had to shoo him out.

shidou has an orange cat named ryu (竜) which is an alternative form of the kanji for "dragon" (龍). it is also adapted from the first character in his name "ryusei." his cat looks exactly like how mcdonald's sprite tastes. very spicy. does not sleep at night. his business hours are from three in the morning to whenever he passes out. drifts like a literal race car and makes vrooming sound effects. ryu took one whiff of catnip as a kitten and has never been the same since. all of his toys are shredded. prefers taking the head off first. you will find cotton stuffing everywhere. he destroyed the brand new cat bed shidou got for him, so now he's been downgraded to a cardboard box. ryu is prohibited from all open windows especially the ones with pull-down blinds because he once saw a squirrel and went absolutely feral. only eats raw meat and refuses to even touch dried kibble. sits beside shidou whenever he orders yukhoe from the local korean restaurant. feasts on all the scraps.

barou has a tuxedo cat. her name is mimi, and she is the sweetest cat in existence. claws are always trimmed. licks herself clean. unusually calm at the vet and groomer and is one of the few cats who actually enjoys baths. sometimes helps barou with cleaning by catching all the dust bunnies. his apartment is also insect-free thanks to her. she is, in fact, a baddie. the tomcat next door has tried to get her attention for over a year now, but she refuses to be swayed. he gave her a dead rat once, but mimi swatted it away before telling him he better start paying some bills and look somewhat hygienic before she even looked his way. the only man in her life is barou, and it will stay that way. mimi is also a polydactyl cat, so it looks like she's wearing white mittens. sometimes barou comes home from practice exhausted and collapses face first into bed, and mimi will crawl onto his back to knead his muscles for him.

nagi has a scottish fold. she has white fur and brown eyes, hence her name yuki which is japanese for "snow." she is very similar to nagi. lazy and sleeps all day. their favorite activity together is sunbathing. eats a lot but somehow still manages to stay in shape. she often sits upright like a human and kneads the fur on her tummy. as a kitten, she mirrored nagi's actions, so he got her a mini video game controller. it doesn't actually work, but she gets to press on the buttons whenever nagi is gaming. makes her feel very involved. scientists have also classified her as a liquid. she can get herself through every nook and cranny. even the two millimeter crack under the bedroom door. her favorite place in the house is her bed. has two fluffy blankets and a teddy bear. during winter, she moves her bed closer to the heater. has unofficial beef with choki because she tried to eat him once. ended up with spines in her mouth and never touched a houseplant after that. choki still has a giant missing chunk from where his arm was bitten off.

reo has a persian cat. her royal title is kana-hime because she is a spoiled princess. she has silky fur that smells like perennial roses. has an entire room to herself and a private chef. reo has like 3134736845 pictures of her on his phone. she is even included in the holiday cards and family portrait above the fireplace mantel. her collar is made of sterling silver with a diamond in the nameplate. very coquette. pink bows are her favorite. sensitive paws so reo customized a pair of small fur booties for her. clingy and has attachment issues (just like her owner.) sometimes goes on playdates with yuki. said playdates involve yuki just sitting there while kana-hime gives her a full body grooming session and makeover.

sae owns a siamese. light blue eyes and a dark patch of fur on her face and paws. she does not have a name because sae never formally adopted her. one morning he had gone to practice and returned to a mother and her kittens on his fire escape. sae did not keep the kittens, but unfortunately the mother was very persistent, so he let her stay. despite originally being a stray, she is very clean. always licking herself and sae's hands. not very picky but has a preference for seafood, specifically surume. very productive during the day. rearranges her bed and water bowl. scratches her post five to six times. takes a daily stroll on the rooftops of madrid. she doesn't have a collar, but somehow always manages to return safely to sae's window. has an almost sixth sense when it comes to his emotions. if she senses he is tired, she will hop onto his lap and force him to lay down and give her pets. if she sees that he is stressed, she rubs her head under his chin to calm him down. probably the only emotional attachment sae has had ever since he left japan.

kaiser has a norwegian forest cat. it has golden fur, dark stripes, and blue eyes. has a little mane around his neck, so he resembles a small lion. his name is klaus. basically a mini kaiser. preens in front of the mirror every morning alongside michael. prances around as if he owns the entire establishment. bullies other cats but is scared shitless in the presence of dogs (even chihuahuas). has a little habit of gently biting kaiser's finger. not enough to draw blood but enough to leave a little imprint from his fangs. it's his way of showing love. nuzzles against kaiser's neck tattoo when he picks klaus up. a very needy baby at night. cannot sleep well in any place that is not michael's bed. needs to be tucked in like a child with his stuffed animals and blankets. ends up sleeping on kaiser's face by the time the morning rolls around. has perfect loafs, as in 11/10 if it was a competition. side-eyes ness whenever he comes to visit. extremely judgmental to the point kaiser suspects klaus must have been a human in his past life. knows how to pose for photos and even tilts his head to capture a good angle.

[writingforstraykids]

I owe you a kiss Pt.3

Pairing: Minchan x femReader

Word Count: 2420

Summary: Whilst Minho and you grow closer his relationship to Chan is strained, suffering from all the responsibility he has to carry for the group. You want nothing more than your boys to work things out..

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, soft!min, mention of blood

A/N: I already know you guys will hate me, but I promise there'll be more in a week🥺🖤

PART TWO | PART FOUR

Two months later

You giggle softly as Minho pulls you into his arms and sways you through the kitchen. A sappy love song starts playing in the background. He pulls you in as close as he can, humming along to the tune, and rests his head against yours. You know, he had a long day, organizing their group's schedules and deciding what would happen now and what would wait until Chan was back. You let him take the lead and feel him relax, his breathing calming against your chest. Minho turns his head a little, planting soft kisses on your cheek, and you can feel him smile. “I love you, honey,” he whispers.

“I love you too, darling,” you whisper right back and turn to look at him. Your breath hitches at how soft and in love he looks. “I’m proud of you.”

“Hm?” he hums in confusion, still swaying softly. 

“I know how hard it is to manage everything without Channie at the company. It’s not what you signed up for,” you tell him gently. 

“He’s my husband, I’ve signed up for it the minute I let him love me,” he smiles tiredly.

“I know, but never alone before,” you remind him gently. “You’re doing great, darling. Chan and I are very proud of you.”

He smiles gently and brushes his nose against yours. “Thank you, baby.” His phone rings, and you can instantly see the stress flooding his face. It's a little worrying to see him dripping with the same exhaustion you only knew from Chan so far. You gently ease it from his pocket and smile, showing him the screen. “Oh,” he smirks and gives you an apologetic smile before taking the call. “Hi, Channie love,” he says, giving you a kiss and quickly going upstairs. You watch him with a soft smile, glad Chan has called at this very moment. The three of you worked out a rhythm with calling quite quickly; one day Minho, one day you, one day the two of you. This allowed you all to keep your personal relationship with Chan, as well as your marriage, intact.

“Hi, kitten,” Chan says sweetly.

Minho throws himself onto the bed with a soft grunt and stares at the ceiling. “How are you? Had a nice day?”

“Yeah, Hannah and I are about to go for a drive, she said she knows a nice place for dinner,” Chan tells him and shuffles through his old bedroom, searching for his sweater. “I'm good, actually.”

“That’s nice,” Minho smiles and turns to his side, trying to keep his eyes open. He realizes too late that he's been silent for too long. 

It’s quiet for a moment before Chan speaks up again. “How are you holding up?” he asks gently. “I hope the kids are supporting you well?”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “Felix is hovering, Hannie and Changbin are busier than ever, Innie and Seungmin are getting on my nerves as much as they can, and Hyunjin took over most of my work with new dances.”

“Crazy as always then,” Chan giggles, and Minho’s heart hurts at the so dearly missed sound. 

“When are you coming back?” he asks quietly after a moment and bites his lower lip hard. Dumbass. “I don’t want to stress you, just wanna know.”

Chan is quiet for a while after that, and Minho closes his eyes, growing frustrated as tears well up in them. “I-I don’t know, Min,” he confesses.

“Mhm, okay,” is all he manages to say, trying not to start crying right here on the spot. He misses him so much that it’s getting a little too much lately.

“You’re mad.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Chan huffs. 

“I said I’m not,” Minho insists. 

“Stop lying,” Chan tells him, sharper than he had intended to. “You’re pissed you have to work double while I’m having fun out here.”

“I’m not…Channie,” Minho says firmly and sits up. “I’m too tired for this bullshit, seriously.”

“Mhm, okay, fine then,” Chan grumbles. “Sorry for calling.” 

“Chan,” Minho snaps. “I was asking because I fucking miss you,” he bursts out.

“If you miss me so much, you could just visit, you know,” Chan says, not really knowing why he’s so pissed either. 

“I can’t just disappear right now and leave them all hanging,” Minho argues weakly. “We're already behind.”

“If you’re so busy then what’s the point in me visiting, huh?” Chan asks sourly.

“Visiting? Is that what we’re calling home now? Is that all your husband and wife are now? A visit?” he snaps, tears finally falling down his cheeks. “Seriously, Chan?” he asks, voice cracking.

“Okay, you have five seconds to calm the fuck down, or I’m ending this call,” Chan says calmly. “I don’t know when I’ll come back, Minho, because honestly, I don’t feel like it right now. And if that is all that’s waiting for me, then I don’t know if I want to.”

Minho hangs up on him and sits still for a moment before throwing his phone onto the floor forcefully. He hears the screen cracking and winces softly but doesn’t bother to pick it back up. 

You race up the stairs and rip the door open, blinking at him, confused. “What was that?” you ask, speaking of the loud thump his phone made.

“My phone,” he says, and you glance down at it lying on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” you ask worriedly, spotting the tears in his eyes.

“Nothing,” he snaps at you. “Your husband is an asshole, that’s all!”

“Which one?” you ask calmly and raise your eyebrows at him. 

He takes a deep breath, reminding himself that you're not his enemy. “Both,” he says sourly. “But your Australian one in particular.”

You chuckle softly and make your way over, stopping in front of the edge of the bed. You soothingly run your hand through his hair and watch him thoughtfully. “He's not coming back yet, is he?”

“No,” Minho whispers and stubbornly stares at the mattress. “I know I was the one saying he should go, but-it's too much.”

“What is?” you ask patiently, wanting him to voice his thoughts. 

“Y/nnie,” he sighs softly. “Not now, please. Now I just wanna be pissed and sulk a little.”

You hum gently and brush back his hair. “Need some time alone?”

“Yeah,” he nods and flashes you an apologetic smile. You both know he'll get rid of his frustration more quickly if you don't see how shitty he feels. 

“That's okay,” you tell him and cup his face, kissing his forehead. “I'm taking you out for dinner tonight, yeah? Just us two at that place downtown you love.”

“Okay,” he smiles weakly and squeezes your hips for a brief moment before letting go of you. He watches you leave before falling back onto the mattress. Staring up at the ceiling, he thinks back to their conversation, and his throat tightens up painfully. Tears burn in his eyes, and he curses at himself quietly. “Stop being so fucking dramatic,” he tells himself and blinks them away. 

You glance up from your spot on the sofa as Minho comes downstairs only minutes later. “That was fast?”

“I won't ruin our date night,” Minho announces as he makes his way over. He stops in front of you and timidly tugs at his sleeve. “Also, I need a hug.”

Your smile softens, and you gently pat the space next to you. A surprised giggle leaves your lips as Minho places himself in your lap instead, burying his face in your shoulder. You soothingly rub his back and hug him tight, gently rocking him in your arms. “I love you, Minnie.”

“I love you too,” he says softly. 

“And Channie does as well, yeah?” you ask, and your heart drops as Minho doesn't answer. You gently pull him back, spotting tears in his eyes. “Oh, darling, that bad?”

Minho shakes his head and lowers his gaze. “I'm tired as hell. That only makes it worse.”

“Wanna tell me what happened?” you ask gently, and Minho gives in and tells you about his argument with Chan. 

“I know I was overreacting, but he pissed me off,” Minho sighs as he's done. 

“You were a little. But so was he,” you chuckle. 

“You're married to two idiots, I'm sorry,” Minho chuckles weakly and sighs. “Okay, come on.”

“We don't have to go if you're not feeling up for it,” you assure him. “We can order in, watch a movie or something.”

“No, if my beautiful wife wants to go out for a date, that's what she gets,” he shakes his head and smiles at you sweetly. You blush a little, which gives him the opportunity to kiss you fiercely. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile. 

-

Minho's gentle fingers brush against your skin as he laces up your dress in the back. As he's done, his eyes meet yours in the mirror, and they instantly soften, as they always do. His hands find your hips, and he leans down, pressing a small kiss on your shoulder. “You're so beautiful.”

You blush softly and chuckle at yourself for still getting flustered after all those years. “Min,” you say sweetly. 

“Don't even try to deny it,” your husband giggles and pulls you against his body. “I love you so much, never forget that, yeah?”

“How could I?” you ask, amused, and cover his hands with yours. “You're unforgettable Min, in every way,” you say and turn in his arms to face him. “My sweet Minho.”

A beautiful smile tugs at his lips, bunny teeth showing as he gives in to the feeling. It travels to his eyes, makes them sparkle so prettily, and you can't help but mirror his smile. He gently caresses your cheek and pulls you into a soft, loving, tender kiss. “My beloved Y/nnie,” he whispers against your lips. 

-

Not much later, you're at the restaurant and Minho seems to cheer up, chewing happily on his food. You giggle at him fondly. “You're so cute.”

He looks almost offended and quickly swallows. “Ey, I have a reputation.”

“Forget it,” you snort. “Everyone who could see you like that would agree with me.”

“Stay always agrees with you when you write those stupid little captions,” he snorts and takes the next bite, doing a little happy wiggle in his seat. His eyes widen as he catches himself doing so, and you start laughing. “Oh fuck off,” he laughs.

You giggle adoringly, and the two of you exchange a soft smile. “You're pretty.”

“Will you stop now?” he asks softly, slowly blushing. 

“Never. You're too cute,” you tease him. 

“Do I have to remind you again why we have two chopsticks and two eyes?” he threatens you jokingly. 

“No, thank you,” you laugh and glance down as your phone pings with a message. Channie. 

Minho notices you hesitating for a moment. “Go on,” he urges you gently. 

Channie angel❣️: Hey there, my beautiful baby, hope you're doing alright. Don't tell Minnie, but I'll be back for his birthday in two weeks. I love you so so much and can't wait to see you again!🌹🖤

You: Oh, that's exciting!!! I won't tell him a word, promise❤️

You:…but you should text him, Channie angel, he's hurt🥺💔

Channie angel❣️: I'll call him as soon as I'm back at my parents’ place. Enjoy your night out, baby🖤

Channie angel❣️: Tell him I love him. 

You look up from your phone and swallow softly, seeing Minho glancing at his broken screen timidly. “Darling?”

“Yeah?” he asks and puts on a warm smile for you. 

“Chan says he loves you,” you tell him, and Minho's smile falters a little in surprise. “He wants to call later.”

“Okay,” he nods gently. “Thank you.”

“You'll be okay?” you ask him worriedly and reach for his hand across the table. 

“Always,” he promises and brings up your hand to his lips, kissing it. “He can act stupid all he wants, I have you right here tonight.”

You chuckle, amused, and squeeze his hand. “Don't give up on him, yeah? I know it's not easy at the moment…but he still loves you.”

“I know,” Minho assures you gently. 

“You two are at your best when you're working together,” you tell him and search his eyes. “He loves you, no matter what.”

Minho nods gently, not wanting to get emotional out here in public. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Any time,” you smile at him softly. “Let's go home, cuddle?”

Minho's face breaks into a beautiful, soft smile, and you study his features as if you'd want to engrave this picture in your brain forever. “Let's go home,” he nods. 

-

Chan barely steps into his room as his phone rings with Minho's signature tune. He frowns softly, wondering why he was calling him now when he told him he would. Chan takes the call and braces himself. “Hey, Minho.”

“Channie,” Minho sobs into the phone and Chan's throat tightens at the broken sound. 

“Baby?” he asks worriedly. 

“I'm sorry, I fucked up. Fucked up so bad,” Minho rambles through tears, pacing the bathroom. “I swear I didn't mean to.”

Chan frowns softly, and he stops in front of his bed. “Minho, it's okay, it wasn't that bad, hm? It was just a small fight.” he tries softly, and a high-pitched sound leaves Minho's lips. Minho sinks to the floor, breathing heavily, and pulls his legs up to his chest as his shock takes over. Chan picks up on it and sits down at the edge of his bed. “Can we switch to a video call?” What the hell? 

“O-Okay,” Minho sobs and accepts the call. 

Chan's heart drops to his stomach as he sees him. Tears stream down his face, and he looks terrified. Truly terrified. There's blood on his shirt, there's blood on the hand he uses to try and wipe away his tears. “Minho, fuck, where are you?”

“Hospital” is all he gets out. 

“Why, what…Minho, where's Y/N?” he asks, his stomach tightening in fear at the pained sound that leaves Minho when your name is mentioned. “Min?”

Minho's breathing picks up, and he clutches the fabric of his pants tightly, trying to steady himself. “Someone crashed into our car, I-I swear it wasn't my fault. T-The airbag didn't open a-and-,” he breaks off with a sob. “Channie, there was so much blood,” he whimpers. 

“Where's Y/nnie?” he asks, barely audible, blank fear taking over him.

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I Fell in love Alone pt. 3

Another shot of depression for you all-

Buggy x GN Reader

Angst and Sad

No warnings just sadness

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When Buggy woke up the next morning, He felt awful.. his head was swimming and nausea was going through his system like a tsunami. He shifted and felt the emptiness of the bed next to him- The hangover now not being the worse pain he felt..

He laid there, pressing his face into the pillow as he took in what remained of your scent...thinking of the mornings he would touch your hair or look at your sleeping form next to him, He just wished he'd cherished them more. The creak of the door drew him out of his thoughts, turning to see you walking in with some breakfast and water for him.

He sat up slowly and watched you with foggy eyes at every movement you made. Setting down the tray of food and pouring him a glass of water, as well as kicking a bucket closer to the bed just in case he needed to puke, you already dressed and ready for the day which clued him in that he must have slept very late- or you got up very early.

"Feel better?" You ask softly, he nods softly at this- lying about feeling better. The pain from you not being there just stronger then the sickness of the hangover. Awkward silence fell after this, Buggy finally breaking it with a anxious sigh and turned to meet your eyes.

"(Y/N) I wanted to say im sorry for everything and how I acted can we-" You cut him off quick with a shake of your head, sighing heavily as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Buggy I'm still leaving... This does not change that... I'd never want you to hurt yourself but I am not staying either. I know youre upset but that changes nothing-" You said finally, His face crumbling at your words as he looked away from you. A storm of emotions going over his face as he sat there in the bed.

"I appreciate you being honest with me and honored you shared how you felt... but you are 6 months too late" You say with a final breath, looking to see his eyes flashing with rage.

"Get some rest..." You say softly and get up to leave the room. Closing the door behind you as you heard the first crashed- Him inside the room throwing and destroying the cabin in a fit of pure anger. Taking a shaky breath you walked away, the echoing of his angry cries fading as you left.

You should have known better then to think Buggy would let this go so easily...

For the next 3 days, you saw the love bombing. The gifts magically at your bed, the flowers, the candies and more things you knew possible. How did this guy manage to find a kitten in the middle of the ocean!? The whole crew was also now watching you- you knew it and truthfully that hollowness began to return at having everyones eyes on you all the time like they were waiting for you to fold to Buggy.

You returned everything, bringing it back to Buggys door every chance you got and avoiding even going to dinner your friends bringing you dinner as you didn't want the eyes on you.

Buggy was starting to get frustrated more at himself for failing to get you interested in him again- thinking that you caring for him while hungover showed you still cared and he could keep you from leaving. You almost thought he was going to not port just to keep you on the ship, however it was a pleasant surprise when he did- even if he seemed upset at it as well.

Once at port you exiting the ship with gusto finally the freedom of the small place lifting your spirits from the dead and the idea that you wouldn't be trapped like before filled you to

Spending the day with your friends as you scouted out the village, your crew gathering supplies as you found you way around and planned a new life in the cute village.

Once back to the Big Top your few friends through a going away party for you, Food and drinks being set out as music filled the ship. It was a emotional release you had needed before departing from your life as you knew.

However Buggy's absent from the dinner was very noticable and you knew why.. as the night came to and you giving final hugs to your friends you packed the last of your things in a sack and bring them over your shoulder as you make your way to the Main Deck. Next to the exit you see a figure sitting there, already knowing who it was.

"You really aren't going to stay?..." Buggy said softly as he sat on a barrel looking at the sleepy village.

Stopping you lean against the rails and look at the Captian- he luckily wasn't drunk like before but he looked depressed...

"Buggy... I don't think we are good for each other now-" You say softly, seeing the hurt in his eyes at this. Normally he would throw a fit at being confronted like this- but instead he seemed to accept it and bow his head humbly. "You love bombing me proves that- I know you want to do better now but that doesn't erase what you did before..."

"If...If I became the man you deserve that would treat you right?... would you come back?.." He asked softly, his own fake pride and ego being tossed to the side for the hope of your return.

"I don't know Buggy- I do love you.. But I don't think I can be with you. We are both bad for each other and... You broke my heart" You admit, seeing how he winced at your words. Nodding in a sad understanding that it had been his fault for this- Rubbing the back of his neck.

"But... Maybe in the future, if things are better. We can give it another go." You suggest, unsure of your own words- However you see Buggy look at you, a flash of something you'd never seen in his eyes before. Hope and Drive.

"Really?... If I get better we can maybe see how far this thing can go?" He said softly, you nodding as you adjust the sack over your shoulder. Buggy Biting his lip in thought and nodding, smiling sadly as if he had been told a disappointing joke.

"Well, I'll do what I can to be what you deserve. Even if I am the Biggest Fool in the East Blue, ill be the best there is"

He sadly laughed at this, Opening his arms to gesture to himself in a almost pathetic way.

"You know me! I manage to fail upwards. And Hopefully I can still land before your feet" He said with his signature smile, unable to help yourself you giggle softly.

"I have faith in you"

You kiss his cheek and give his hand a squeeze, tears rolling down your cheeks as you turn and begin to walk off the ship you'd call home for the final time.

"Goodbye Buggs" You say softly as you walk to the pier and into the darkness of the sleeping Village.

Buggy stood there on the deck of his ship, watching the love of his life walk away- taking away what shred of love he had left in his blackened heart- Yet he could only be angry at himself for it... he had driven you away.

His fist clenched as he held back his own tears, looking up to the sky to keep them from falling and let out a shaky breath. Vowing silently to become the best to bring you back to him..

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[vaspider]

Happy pet story time:

My father was out walking the family dog one day when he heard this odd noise coming from beneath a red Corvette in the apartment parking lot. He went over to check out the noise and found a very, very small kitten -- maybe a pound soaking wet, between 4-6 weeks old. His curiosity satisfied, he took the dog and started walking away.

Said teeny kitten saw she had a prime target and followed him (and the dog, who was 45 pounds!) up two flights of stairs.

My father didn't want to bring said kitten into the house by only his decision, so he stayed out there until my mother got home from work. She said the kitten could come in and went with him to get preliminary kitten things, like food and a litter box. She also thought to let me know, since at this point I was a fully grown adult human with a job who paid rent.

I came home to the kitten curled up on my mother's chest and fell in love. Snickers turns 7 this year, and at this point she's a sassy, well-loved emotional support cat who inspired the acquisition of another rescue cat about a year after I got her.

Snickers is a wonderful name for a cat. Thank you for sharing this story with me. <3

[salternateunreality2]

AGSZC Adopt an Emotional Support Cat for Sephiroth

From the @strayheartless archives <3

Thanks @heraldofcrow and @altocat for the grammar help!

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It doesn’t go as planned.

They go to the shelter to try to find a kitten, but Sephiroth finds something even better: a feral momma cat with a single living kitten because all her other babies died. He and she stare at each other for a solid 15 minutes through the bars, until AGZC find them.

Genesis: THERE you are. Sephiroth, the adoptable kittens are this way.

Sephiroth: This one.

Zack: Oh, sorry bud, this one says the kitten is too young to leave his mother.

Sephiroth: No, this cat. The kitten can come too. *has not broken eye contact yet*

Angeal: Sweetheart, this says she’s feral and not up for adoption, and neither is her kitten. Come on, let’s go look at the ones that are available, ok?

Sephiroth: This one.

Cloud: *Looks at Seph. Looks at the cat. Looks at the kitten. Looks at Seph.* This one.

Angeal, Genesis, and Zack can all be stubborn, but they are faced with the immovable object that is Sephiroth with a fixation and the unstoppable force that is Cloud protecting someone. They convince the shelter staff they can take care of both the mother and the baby. Yes, even though she’s feral. Yes, they know they can’t be separated. Yes, they will handle medicating the feral cat.

—

Momma cat immediately adopts Sephiroth as a second kitten. Then Cloud as her third. The first kitten grows up and is weaned and becomes Zack’s dog-cat. He’s friendly and cuddly and likes to play fetch, and his momma likes him, but knows he’s going to be ok on his own. Not her other kittens though. They clearly still need her.

She comes and yowls at Genesis and Angeal when Seph and Cloud need something she can't get them. She yowls at Genesis to go hunting with her to provide for the babies, and at Angeal to figure out what's wrong when they won't eat the nice mice she brings them.

She accepts Zack as a puppy, disciplines him, and comforts him when needed, but her attention belongs to her tall baby and her baby birb first.

Her new sons are idiots, but they’re HER idiots.

Sephiroth calls her “Mother Cat”. Cloud calls her “Cat”. Genesis insists she needs a REAL name (it’s only decent), and writes down "Serafina" on the vet papers. Sephiroth falls in love with him all over again.

If either Sephiroth or Cloud starts hyperventilating, she comes and sits on her boy and purrs until he calms down. If they ignore important things like feeding time or petting-the-cat time, she starts kneading her paws. If they still ignore her, she brings out the claws. She’s not shy about making sure they take care of her and then themselves.

She nips Zack when one of her boys is overstimulated and he's too loud.

She hisses nonstop at the vacuum and stands between it and her babies until they take her to another apartment, at which point she bathes them until they (and she) calm down.

Serafina: YOWL.

Angeal: Hi Serafina. Is one of them being an idiot?

Serafina: YOWL. *walks to the dining table*

Sephiroth: *hunched over a pile of manuscripts, hair a mess, muttering*

Serafina: YOWL.

Angeal: Seph, honey, have you been up all night again?

Sephiroth: …it’s…morning? Wh- *voice cracks* -at day?

Angeal: Wednesday.

Sephiroth: Oh *cough* just one night then.

Angeal: And you haven’t had water since…? Actually, don’t answer that. Clean up your papers, you need to eat, hydrate, and sleep. No, no arguing. Serafina is worried, you need to reassure her.

Sephiroth: Oh! Of course.

—--

Serafina: YOWL.

Genesis: Yes, my Lady Serafina?

Serafina: YOWL. *leads him to the front door, where Cloud is swaying and trying to put on his boots*

Genesis: Cloud Strife, when was the last time you ate?

Cloud: h-Huh? Gen? When did you get here? 

Genesis: Eat. When.

Cloud: ummmmm…breakfast?

Genesis: Yesterday?

Cloud: ……maybe?

Genesis: Sit down before you fall down. You know mako enhancements require more calories. No, stay there and I’ll get you a shake and a bar. Yes, I know you have work. You won’t be any use passed out or dead. Now thank your second mother for saving your life. *stomps off huffily*

[formulawolff]

Just thinking about, imagine in the back half of this season the Williams is going through a stretch where it’s just an absolute tractor, shit box (you know the usual) and it’s at the point where even gg can’t get much out of it and it’s starting to mess with her confidence but she keeping a tough front and trying not to show that. And one race they have just an absolutely brutal quali like p20 and p17 and gg just like shuts down and locks herself in her driver’s room and James & Alex are super worried and immediately call Toto and is like please help

this is quite literally what happens in alkaline for the latter half of the season!!! (how are y'all reading my mind here? we must all be on the same wavelength)

here's a little blurb because i miss my golden girl and her grumpy team principal bf! <3 (guest appearances by james and alex!)

"how did you get my number?"

his voice is gruff, laced with sternness as the driver sucks in a sharp breath, his retort fiery.

"your girlfriend."

the team principal sits up in his seat, keeping the phone pressed to his ear, "yes? what's going on?"

"she's well," alex albon begins, exhaling, "she's not doing good. she's shut herself in her motorhome. she won't open the door for me. she won't open the door for james. fuck, even lewis and george have tried. they've had no luck. what have you been doing the last couple hours? we've all been blowing up your phone."

the team principal arches a brow, pulling the phone away from his ear. momentarily, he scrolls through the nearly dozens upon dozens of notifications that flash across the screen.

shit.

"well," toto wolff swallows the lump in his throat, scratching the base of his neck, "i was caught up in meetings with some of the execs and team back in brackley. we were on zoom for a little longer than i anticipated-"

the driver swiftly interjects, the desperation oozing in his tone with every word.

"i understand but she needs you. she won't let anyone in. i know she will though, if it's you."

"i'll be there as soon as i can," the team principal clicks the button on his mouse, shutting down his setup.

it only takes two minutes before the team principal is packed up, slamming the door to his office, marching out of the mercedes paddock.

he heads in the direction of the sprawling williams home base, chirping greetings to the various team members lingering about. he's familiar with this route, as it is one he's taken numerous times before.

making his way towards her motorhome, he recognizes a figure donned in a williams windbreaker, the hood pulled up as rain patters.

"you finally made it! i knew lover boy could come save the day!"

"yeah, yeah," the team principal waves a hand, fishing in his pocket.

the key should be here somewhere.

it clinks, and he pulls it out, inserting it into the lock. alex albon scoffs, shaking his head.

"i should have known you would have had a key."

"would you like to come with?" toto inquires, pushing the door open.

"what kind of question is that? yes. of course i am. she needs me too, you know."

the inside of the motorhome is dark, all possible lights out. the air is still, stuffy even. there's leftover food on the counter, barely even picked at.

a meow rings out through the space, the patter of paws following in suit.

a kitten,only about four months old, springs onto the counter, purring as toto pats his head, "guten abend, kitty."

"you're not doing too much emotional support are you?" alex teases the tiny animal, scooping him into his arms, "you need to be with your mommy."

"speaking of which," toto clicks his tongue, tossing the leftovers into the nearest wastebin, "she's probably in her room."

the two make their way down the hall, the kitten still in alex's embrace. clearing his throat, toto calls.

"baby, i'm here! alex is with me."

there's a muffled yell that carries, "go away."

pushing the door open, toto rolls his eyes at the sight before him, "i'm not going away. not now."

his beautiful girl is swathed in her comforter, buried in the cozy fabric. her phone is on the nightstand, charging as it was more than likely dead. her hair is manageable, but it was easy to see that she had not moved from the space in a couple of hours.

there's an opened monster can resting on the floor beside the bed, and a few clothes strewn about on the floor.

"rough day?" his voice is soft as he sits on the edge of the bed.

alex joins, sitting on the opposite side, "it was a tough qualifying."

"i know," toto murmurs. reaching out, he brushes a strand from her forehead, "it's only one race, my love. you can come back from p17."

"not in that shitbox."

a chuckle rumbles in his chest, bubbling up, "well, it's what you have to work with until you can be behind the wheel of a real car."

that earns a grumble from alex, who allows the kitten to clamber over to his mama, "you're telling me."

"you know," toto glances over to the williams driver, "we could always have you in the reserves."

"unfortunately i have my life signed away at williams," alex shrugs, "it is what is for now. nothing i haven't dealt with before."

"baby," toto leans forward, planting a soft kiss on her temple, "you need to get up. let's get some food, yeah? i know you're probably not feeling it but how about a double date? i'll have alex get ahold of lily."

"she's worried about you too," alex chimes in, "we all are."

the mass of blanket stirs, wrinkling her nose, "ugh, maybe."

"come on now, schatzi," toto places a hand on her shoulder, "let's get up. get some fresh air."

"only if i get to pick the restaurant."

toto can't help but feel the corners of his curl into a quaint smile as the kitten burrows into next to his mom, the tiny purrs flooding the space.

"of course, baby. of course."

[galebrainrot2024]

Before the Orb

Having a bit of writers block and my irl job is ramping up so I haven't been as prolific as usual, so my peace offering is this vignette of Gale and You (Gender Neutral) about a week into your journey. Angst and Pining and Fluff! Thank you all for your support, patience, and kindness as you embark on writing with me <3

As Gale reclined against the base of the tree, patterns of the leaves danced in shadow across the paper. He tilted his head up, shifting slightly so his sketch book concealed his face - albeit, partially. He studied you, his pencil flicking with quick, subtle strokes and movements as he committed your face to memory. The way the light touched your features, how your skin shone with dew as the day went on, the way your hair got swept up in a breeze.

It had only been a tenday since you pulled Gale from the unstable portal. Gale was certain it would be his demise, that he would be an inconsequential bang in the footnotes of history, destined to die alone with not so much as his own thoughts for company. 

And then you came. A hand in the dark. A smirk tugged at his lips as he thought about how you slapped his hand first, a testament to your sense of humor that he was growing rather fond of. It wasn’t a vigorous slap - it was playful, light - the intention behind it clear. When your skin brushed against Gale’s it was sheer electricity. His heart thudded dramatically as he thought of his hand touching yours and he grumbled to himself, shifting again to conceal the blood that pumped between his thighs, stirring desire to life. 

He felt ridiculous. Here he was, death a near certainty what between the mindflayer and the orb and here he was daydreaming about holding your hand. Studying the back of it to memorize its patterns, the secrets etched into your knuckles and fingertips, the long, engraved lines of your palm. What he would give to feel the warmth of yours in his. 

“Gale?” 

He started, sitting upright clumsily so his sketchbook fell beside him with a thwack. Grimacing, he rubbed the back of his neck and tried to close the book. “Yes?” 

You eyed him curiously. As he gazed up at you, your body a silhouette, darkened by the sun behind you. He inhaled, his cells quivering as he took in your smell. It was one he was beginning to know, to anticipate. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, taking a seat beside him. Gale’s body seized. Certainly he couldn’t show you what he’d been working on, and he wasn't clear why you would you take the time to come sit with him. The rest of the companions nipped at your heels like stray, hungry kittens yet you sought him out. As his mind raced with endless what ifs, you interjected, a gentle grin on your face. “I didn’t mean to pry, I'm sorry, I can leave…” 

You tried to stand but Gale’s hand reached out to hold your arm before dropping it limply to his side as if he’d been electrocuted. What was he doing? The moment he felt his fingers wrap around your shirt, your skin taunted him beneath. He was ruined. His stomach lurched with dark hunger, the sudden carnal need to be held and touched by another, to touch and hold another. 

The orb festered greedily as his body responded to you, feeding on the sudden raw emotion and he felt sick sweat bead across his brow. He hadn’t told you about the orb, not yet, but he needed to and needed to soon. Magical items were just a few paces away, but he couldn’t - how selfish of a man would he be if he stole them? Then, he'd never have a chance to win you over - win you over? What was he thinking? It was frivolous, impossible... yet Gale let his imagination take him away, just for a little while.

He had yet to find the courage, but knew he desperately needed to tell you about the orb, it's hunger - he looked into your eyes, infinite pools that felt capable of unequivocal forgiveness, and he wondered if when he told you you would send him away. He wondered if you would understand. Although he wouldn't allow himself to think it, a part of him hoped you would.

So, instead of asking for an artifact to quell the raging maelstrom in his gut, he held your gaze in the stolen moment, a profound rush of chemicals to sustain him. To be a visceral memory when you would send him away. He needed to remember every part of you. 

[ewyuzu]

Pinned Desire

Sylus (LnD) x Fem Reader

warning: intense teasing, sensual tension, close physical contact, mild possessiveness, emotional intensity.

- nsfw. minors dni!

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The soft hum of the spacecraft’s engines reverberated through the metallic walls, creating a steady rhythm that seemed to echo your own racing heartbeat. The corridor was dimly lit, the soft glow of overhead lights casting long shadows as you moved through the space, lost in thought. The mission had been intense, pushing you to your limits, and now all you wanted was a moment of peace.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

Before you could react, you felt a strong, warm presence behind you, and in an instant, you were pinned against the cold metal wall. A gasp escaped your lips, more from surprise than fear, as Sylus’s powerful frame pressed against your back, his hands braced on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

“Sylus,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as the heat from his body seeped into your skin, making you acutely aware of every point of contact. “What are you doing?”

His breath was warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in closer, his lips just brushing the shell of your ear. “What do you think I’m doing?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, laced with that familiar edge of danger that always sent your heart racing.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as you felt the weight of his presence behind you, so close that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. “This isn’t the time,” you managed to say, though your voice betrayed you with a slight tremble that you hoped he didn’t notice.

But of course, he did.

“You say that,” Sylus murmured, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, “but your body is telling me something else entirely.” His tone was smooth, confident, and laced with a hint of amusement, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on you—and he did.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the closeness of him making it hard to think straight. His hands, still braced against the wall, were so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from them, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.

“You’re trembling, kitten.” He noted, his voice a soft, seductive purr that sent another shiver through you. “Is it because of me?”

You tried to muster some semblance of composure, but it was difficult when you could feel the roughness of his voice reverberating through your entire being. “You’re too close,” you managed to say, though the words came out weaker than you intended.

“Am I?” he teased, pressing just a little closer, his body fitting perfectly against yours as he dipped his head lower, his lips brushing the curve of your neck in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Sylus…” you whispered, your hands coming up to brace against the wall, needing something to ground yourself as the intensity of his teasing washed over you in waves.

His name on your lips seemed to please him, a soft, almost predatory smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he shifted slightly, his breath hot against your skin. “You can tell me to stop,” he said, though the way his voice dipped lower suggested that he didn’t think you would.

And he was right. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, not when his presence was so intoxicating, so overwhelming. Instead, you found yourself leaning into him, your body responding to the teasing touches and the heat of his closeness, your own desire betraying you.

“You’re so tense,” he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sent a shiver down your spine as his hands finally moved, sliding down the wall to rest gently on your hips, holding you in place. “Why don’t you relax?”

The way his fingers curled slightly against your hips, the way his breath ghosted over your neck—it was all too much, and yet not nearly enough. You wanted more, needed more, and he knew it.

“Or maybe…” Sylus’s voice was a soft, dangerous whisper as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you back against him, making you feel every inch of his strength, his presence, his desire. “Maybe you like this tension.”

You swallowed hard, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts as you felt the undeniable heat between you, the teasing edge in his voice only fanning the flames of the desire that had been building since the moment he pinned you against the wall.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I wonder… is it because of me?”

The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he kept you pinned so effortlessly—it all made your mind spin, your body tingling with anticipation, with a need you could hardly control. His teasing was relentless, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to stop.

“Sylus…” you tried again, but your voice was shaky, breathless, betraying just how much you were affected by his touch, by his words, by the way he seemed to know exactly how to unravel you.

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich, vibrating through you as he pressed another soft, teasing kiss to your neck. “I think you like this,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “You like being at my mercy.”

You didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, because every part of you was focused on the way his hands tightened on your hips, the way his lips trailed over your skin, the way his body pressed so intimately against yours, leaving no room for anything but the burning desire that threatened to consume you both.

And then, just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back slightly, just enough to let you catch your breath, to let you feel the absence of his warmth even as his hands remained firmly on your hips.

“But I’ll stop,” Sylus murmured, though there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he leaned in one last time, his lips brushing against your ear, sending another shiver through you. “If you ask me to.”

The challenge was clear, and as you stood there, pinned against the wall by his presence, his words, his touch, you knew that the choice was yours. But as much as you wanted to find your voice, to ask him to stop, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Instead, you leaned back into him, your heart pounding in your chest, your body trembling with anticipation. And that was all the answer he needed.

Sylus’s grip tightened on your hips as he pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck once more as he whispered in your ear, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent a thrill through you. “Good.”

Because this was far from over.

[crescencestudio]

๋࣭⭑ Devlog #43 | 7.30.24 ๋࣭⭑

tis the season of crescence x fenir

It's peak hot girl summer time. Not sure how many of you saw the sunburnt art trend going around on twitter, but of course I had to take part in it with the other hot girl in the Alaris cast, Druk.

look at those 34DD's

I drew this early this month, but I am still thinking about it. Let us take a moment to appreciate this gift together.

Alright, now that that's out of the way, let's get into the devlog!

I've been jumping around a lot between different routes this month, but it's been fun since I definitely enjoy the polishing/editing part of writing more than the drafting part. This past month, I got my hands into Fenir, Druk, Etza, and Kuna'a's routes LMAO.

For Fenir's route, I actually have bittersweet, but exciting news! OG Alaris followers may remember I had Vi (of @nextinline-if fame) helping me with line editing. She did an amazing job with Kayn's route, but unfortunately she isn't able to continue working on Alaris due to personal/professional obligations. I, of course, support her and wish her all the best in all her future conquests and am super grateful to have gotten the chance to work with someone as talented and kind as her <3

Stepping in to help is close friend, Allie Vera! Allie helped me with intertwine, and hails from besties' Lost in Limbo and Blooming Panic fame (amongst many other cracked VNs). I'm very excited to get to work with Allie again, and they are already knocking it out of the park with Fenir edits! Everyone please welcome Allie to the Alaris team ^^

On my end, I've been doing my own line editing for Fenir and Druk's routes now that I'm able to revisit the scripts with fresh eyes. As usual, Etza developmental edits continue forward, and we're getting into the last stretch. We've added in a lot of cute moments and really fleshed out the romance more so Etza's romantic side can shine <3

With Kuna'a's route, I'm doing the same-old, same-old. Fleshing out scenes, ironing out plot details, etc. Because I was bouncing between so many routes this month, I didn't have as much time to sit down and really Write Kuna'a's route. But I will say I'm already pretty happy with the script. I've added a couple more emotional beats and, in general, have been connecting plot points that already make the route feel stronger, so I'm excited for you all to eventually see it!

My little notion word tracker showing word goals (left), actual word count (center), and words left to write (right)

In the last bit of exciting news for writing, we are approaching an exciting milestone!!! I told you all when we started Kuna'a's route, we had approximately 100k left so were finally getting into the "double digits". Well, now we are approaching the last 50k!!!! All of the routes are ~50k, so 50k is my benchmark for one whole route. It's exciting to see that we are getting to the last bit AUUGGHHH

As you can see, the writing front was pretty busy this month. Because of that, I wasn't able to make much headway on art. I do have this sneak peek of a Druk CG, as I try to make progress on his beta!

licks him

Final count for CGs right now is 20, though! Out of an estimated 54. So we're slowly approaching the halfway point, which is super exciting \o/ And this doesn't include the handful of CGs I already have sketched up and just need to be rendered (sketching is the most time-consuming part for me, so once a sketch is finished, the CG is basically done in my eyes LMFALSIDJ).

Finally, this past month we've been working on Fenir's beta testing!! It was his birthday month this past month, so happy birthday to our little grumpy guy <3

Birthday piece gifted by Extremely Talented @endys that I still cry over. If you haven't played Snow White Ashes....... WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??

Beta testing has been going well. Here's a couple of gems from feedback so far:

giggles like a madwoman

he's like a little kitten in a wet cardboard box all alone

Kayn, looking at Fenir: I want that twink Obliterated... so cute.

If you'd like to try out his beta, sign up for Hydra on my Patreon!

The beta will be running a while longer as I make progress on Druk's beta. The time span between Kayn and Fenir's beta was about a month, but honestly trying to get the beta out in that amount of time while balancing the rest of dev kinda killed me. So Fenir's beta will be running for a bit longer than a month. I'll let you all know when Druk's beta will go up so that you can hop in on Fenir's before it ends if you want. But just remember, each beta route only runs for that period of time, so get access to it while you can!

For market research this month, I played a couple of games but unfortunately haven't really had time in the way of fanart <\3 I'd like to get back into doing that since I feel like it helps me with art progress in general, so we'll see ;(

I do want to highlight a game that just dropped its demo this month and is currently running its Kickstarter! I'm sure many of you have heard/seen Save the Villainess on your timeline, and I hope you all check out the demo!! The art is stunning, as many people have said, and the premise is super interesting, inspired by many villainess manhuas.

If you're into darker stories, meta-commentary, and murder mysteries, please consider checking out and supporting the devs (@bestlaidplansproductions) as they've worked incredibly hard on this game!

As you can see, a lot of this month was spent on writing. With where the routes are at right now, I'm thinking I'll be able to focus more solely on Kuna'a's route this upcoming month and finally get that knocked out of the park. I also hope to make progress on the CG front! Wish me luck there... LOL.

That's all for this month! Hope you're all doing well (and surviving the many heat waves hitting the world), and I'll see you all next month <3

[luckypoppymilliemama]

I am seriously so saddened to realize people have used my name and my cat to steal money from some of you. This is crazy, never, ever did I think that my Poppy would be used negatively.

Let’s give a little rundown of who we are. I’m Michelle, a 30-something year old married mama to 3 skin kittens, and 3 fuzzy kittens. One of my skin kittens is an adult, the other two are rapidly approaching attempting to leave the nest. I am disabled, physically and mentally which leads to emotionally, too. My fuzzy kittens help a lot with that.

2 summers ago, a friend texted me asking if I wanted a kitten. Of course I did. Then I found out she was a feral kitten that her mama had left behind because her one back leg was missing a foot, so she couldn’t climb and jump like the rest of the kittens were, and she was getting too heavy to carry in her mouth. That kitten now only have 3 legs, and is my Lucky baby.

Come early February of the next year, I saw on a friend’s aunts rescue site two of the most gorgeous little calico kittens I had ever seen. I claimed them before Valentine’s Day, even though I wouldn’t be able to get them until after Mother’s Day since they were slow to grow. They were attached at the hip, there was no way I could get one and not the other. Those were my Poppy girl and Millie moon.

That’s how I ended up with my fuzzy kittens. They are the best fuzzy kittens I have ever met. All 3 of them have a different job in calming me and my middle daughter down while in emotional crisis. Poppy is and has always been that calming rumble that you try to concentrate on instead of everything else that is happening. And it works more than anyone would believe.

Poppy is sick. My go fund me has all the explanations and updates you could ever need; I even have to add the email with the vet when she gets a chance to email back to me. I have endless pictures and videos to show she is my little love.

Please, if you can, share this post anywhere and everywhere, across all forms of social media. My follower numbers are so low, I’m surprised it’s not a negative number. I know a bunch of you got scammed, and I’m sorry. I really am. If I could make it better, I would.

Myself, I’ve even cut back some of my less essential but still needed medications so I have the money to get Poppy the treatment she deserves. I just need my baby girl to be better. It’s time sensitive because we honestly don’t know how much time she has left with her red blood cell count being in the low 10s percent wise (I think it was 13-14% last time, and it should be above 35). I am extremely transparent in what I show you all because if you are helping pay for it, I figure you have a right to see where the care is going and what it’s being used for.

We are trying to get the maximum amount of funding so we can get all the testing done because the liver and spleen are just as important as the bone marrow biopsy, but we will not look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever we get it, it’s another cent that we didn’t have to scrounge around to find, another minute off the ever clicking clock.

Best ways to donate: to the hospital itself:

Philadelphia Animal Specialty and Emergency

Dial 267-727-3738, press 2, ask to place a credit on Poppy Riggs account, #FE22554C. All of this info is able to be found on the images in the gofundme.

The Gofundme. It is the *only* go fund me I have up. Anything else is a scam.

These account below are the only official ways to donate outside of the gofundme.

My email is listed below, and I am willing to answer any and all questions via email or on here, your choice.

Thank you so much for helping. It means everything to us.