#my anons are so cute what

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[larsnicklas]

first off, so panthers fans aren't freaking out, show the camera your left hand... your right hand too. // all good. i have both.

[httpiastri]

paul in the interview on his story 🥹 biggest pookie ever and,,,,,, i maybe wanna kiss his cheeks also but just a little, definitely not in a weird way

i present to you, paul aron: king of being the cutest man in the world while also being insanely handsome

[ninjasmudge]

[marblerose-rue]

i may be a bit too late but here's squilf playing with her tail for the squilf anon!!! i hope they see this :,-)

[miekasa]

when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig

— doc dad levi anon

SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).

Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).

(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).

[heraldofcrow]

Just out of curiosity... how would Miniroth (EC Sephiroth) navigate around the world of Bloodborne? Like no Glenn, no Matt, no Lucia, no Shinra. Just him, some monsters, gods, crazed hunters, literal bloodsuckers, and Gehrman.

You want me to put this little guy…

….in BLOODBORNE?

HAS MY SON NOT SUFFERED ENOUGH?

Ok, fine. I’ll do it.

Explanation: Miniroth = Sephiroth, but mini. Now in Bloodborne.

Where’s he off to?

He would do really well actually, once he left the Dream. He’d probably only be there once since he wouldn’t be dying much. He can kill monsters and creatures twice as strong as the beasts in Yharnam and moves faster than bullets unless he hesitates, so I think he’s okay with most of the things he would come across. He’d just cut them down pretty fast, imo. Same with any and all crazed hunters, Bloody Crow included. (My adopted murder children meeting would send ME into frenzy though, I will say that).

But gods and Gehrman??? I’m giggling. This would be cute.

Gehrman would just be his same old sad cryptic self in a wheelchair, but if his eyesight were bad, he’d probably be like…”M-maria? Is that you? I haven’t seen your ashen hair and green eyes in so long 😭”

Poor guy. Miniroth would be very polite, like “I do not understand, sir but have a good evening,” and move right along lol.

Do NOT let the Miniroth near Mother Kos. I am not opening that can of worms. He isn’t allowed near the Fishing Hamlet at all. I’ll send his ass back to uhh…earth, or whatever.

Most of the other gods would probably be indifferent or just kinda curious as usual, but they’re for the Paleblood Hunter to worry about anyway.

Now to make myself upset as usual. What ideally would happen is Miniroth comes across Eileen, who needs an apprentice after Bloody Crow screwed things up. Along comes this new little kid with silver hair and a katana…also associated with black feathers (well, white for now, but still), and he’s not exactly uhh, at home. They meet and talk. Mayhaps become friendly. Eileen is older, wiser…offers a good role to take up…and she eventually adopts her new student!

Noooo there’s totally no void being healthily filled here since Eileen is the perfect type of old mother-bird that a kid looking for his missing mom would feel comfortable and happy around, noooo way, I’m not doing this to heal my pitch-black soul noooo. (I’m getting upset).

Anyway, then Seph can go onto be the next badass crow-hunter with his black wings, katana, and durability! Catastrophe prevented! (I mean, as long as history doesn’t repeat itself with Eileen here fghdj).

The bad ending is Seph somehow meets Micolash, gets bad flashbacks, and burns down Yharnam or some shit lol. FOR OBVIOUS REASONS.

And that’s that! My son survived Bloodborne!

[blindmagdalena]

Hello, I have a request for Homelander x fem reader. The two of them having a skin care routine night. I've seen TikToks of couple doing their skincare together. I feel like Homelander would enjoy the feeling of the readers hands gently massaging his face. (He does have smooth skin when I watch the show.)

Initially, Homelander’s curiosity about your nightly routine manifests as mocking. Each night, while the two of you are getting ready for bed, he likes to pick up the array of tools you keep in your vanity and invent uses for them.

“You cannot tell me this isn’t a cock,” he says, holding up your facial roller. He gestures to the end of it. “C’mon, it has balls.”

You laugh, snatching it out of his grasp. “Stop it! It’s for your undereyes,” you insist. He likes the broad way you smile at his juvenile teasing, how it emphasizes the lines in your face that you spend so much time and product on minimizing.

Homelander’s relationship with the passage of time has become a complicated one. He doesn’t mind seeing signs of you aging, seeing the way you’ve changed. It’s an indication of the time he has spent with you, and you’ve only grown more beautiful the longer you’ve loved him.

On the other hand, the thought of how much time you have remaining fills him with an awful dread. Similarly, the same lines he admires around your eyes, he prods at in his own reflection, dismayed. You’ve brought an uncomfortable awareness to his mind regarding both of your ages. 

Regardless, watching you take the time to pamper yourself has become one of his favorite parts of the evening. He lingers in the doorway or leans against the counter while you both talk about your respective days. One day, you pop open a new product, and he leans in, taking a sniff.

“Smells good,” he comments offhandedly.

“Wanna try it?” You ask, holding the jar out to him. He stares skeptically at the goopy mixture inside. It isn’t as though his skin gets damaged, per se. He’s sensitive, but not to irritation. He supposes it couldn't hurt to give it a try.

So begins your new shared routine.

Days later, Homelander’s not entirely sure how exactly it escalated to this point–his blonde hair held back by a fuzzy pink headband–but he’s not going to complain while your knuckles are massaging soothing circles on his cheeks, pushing back towards his jaw and temples, slick with some kind of new serum. He doesn’t pay much attention to the products, if he’s being honest, but he likes listening to you talk about them nonetheless.

“Apparently vitamin C hydrates, helps with collagen production, and reduces hyperpigmentation,” you say, rolling your thumbs gently along his under eyes.

He hums noncommittally. “That sounds like words.” He opens his eyes just in time to see you playfully roll yours.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you tell him, kissing his nose. 

He wrinkles it in turn, huffing a laugh. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

Next, you swirl your finger in a lip balm that comes in a tin. It seems to him an exceedingly awful way to package a lip product, but he’ll accept it in exchange for the intimacy of your index finger placing the product onto his lips, your face close to his, your other hand tilting his head back while you focus on applying the balm. Your own lips are shiny, parted in concentration.

“Alright, all-” you begin to say, but Homelander cuts you short with a kiss. He waited for as long as he could, but the rapt way you focus on him in these moments is too much to bear without tasting you for himself. He needs to feel you.

“Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re pampering me?” He asks between kisses, hands settling on your hips, pulling your body flush to his.

“Mmmmhm,” you hum, smiling with such warmth, such love, he thinks he might burst from it.  “I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“You’re sexy when you’re pampering me,” he purrs obligingly, kissing you long and slow. You push your fingers into his hair, knocking the headband loose, wringing a low moan from the back of his throat as your nails drag along his scalp.

“I love you,” your murmur, the words familiar yet no less wonderful against his lips.

“Love you,” he gives back, deciding he will spend the rest of the evening etching it into your skin with every touch, precisely the way you have taught him to.

[transmechanicus]

Kind of hard to ask as anon

But you doing ok?

Need to vent?

Hi very kind and thoughtful of you to ask, i am doing mmmmm suboptimal but i do not need to vent to a person per se, so much as i need to say absolutely insane shit in my tags and have everyone pretend not to see <3

[kelin-is-writing]

I always think about how rarely Dabi was told he was loved as a child, and it makes me so sad. I feel like when it comes to his s/o he shows love through his actions rather than words.

I imagine he does small gestures to say “I love you” like squeezing your hand or kissing your wrist. And sometimes I wonder how he would say the first “I love you” and what would trigger him to say it.

You write fluffy Dabi so well and I’m just curious about your take on him saying Ily for the first time and in general!!

I been having a rough week and reading your blog has def cheered me up. I love your writing so much((: I rarely send asks so I apologize if anything I said was weird/awkward. Have a great day/night!

anon, the ask you just sent me is so endearing and wholesome... actually, there aren’t enough words to describe how happy i happy to hear that my writings could cheer you up during a rough time. it really makes me feel so proud of myself not only as a writer, but as a person too 🤧🙏🏻💜

as for dabi and the word ‘i love you’, i think you got a point there. he was never told by anyone these three special words, nor was he ever shown how to give love or show affection towards others, the person who was supposed to guide him was too busy ignoring him and his feelings, diminishing them and think only about his egotistical self.

which is also the reason why dabi doesn’t know when is the ‘right’ time to tell these kind of words, his father never said them to his mother after all.

the first time you told him “i love you...”, it was while sitting on a bench by sea at night, only the sound of the waves and the salty smell of the water in the air as you two were gazing at the starry sky.

dabi froze on spot for a few seconds blinking, then he turned your way completely dumbfounded batting his eyes some more stunned “wha–? where did this come from?”, he blurted out turning forward lifting an hand to rest the back of his hand on his burning cheek, his heartbeat growing erratic while a storm of butterfly invaded his stomach in a matter of seconds.

the power you hold on him is crazy.

you giggled hugging his arm, nuzzling happily against it with a peaceful expression on your face, his eyes glacing at you from the corner a shiver running down his back as you looked up at him with a smile filled with so much love he felt his cheeks heat up again, not knowing if it was okay for someone like him to feel that happy “i just felt like saying it.”, you admitted leaning toward his face to give him a quick peck on the cheek, chuckling when you saw some smoke arising from his body “‘s that so?” “yup!”, at your immediate response he stumbled surprised by all that confidence and sincerity, pulling his heart’s strings so easily, making him completely weak and no match for you.

since then you kept telling him “i love you!” at any given moment, dabi doesn’t know how you do it and even make it seem so natural, it was just so mind-blowing to him who replied everytime with a simple “me too”, not knowing how to say it back with so much confidence without making it seem forced, because of this he feel so guilty towards you honestly, it’s just that... he doesn’t want to make you think he’s not sincere and by extension hurt you, that would be the worst.

but when dabi once came back home from a mission that got him wounded and you were tending to them with so much care, worry and such a soft touch, his heart felt like it would burst inside his ribcage when your pretty eyes locked with his turquoise ones. inside his throat it felt like there was something pressing in it that got his voice stuck there, he swallowed thickly a few more times when your palms rested on his cheek caressing it gently with your thumb and just like that an “i love you...”, poured past dabi’s lips letting both of you shocked, staring at each others with wide eyes, none of you believing your ears. after a few seconds his expression softened “i love you.”, he repeated with a sweet tone that you’ve never heard from him and all that love dripping from his eyes, it was unbelievable.

your heart was overflowing with so much happiness and relief, that tears started streaming down your cheeks under his baffled gaze, before he cupped your cheeks wiping them with his thumbs “tears of joy i hope.”, dabi joked making you laugh briefly before nodding energically in reply.

to clarify, your relief wasn’t because you didn’t believe he loved you, the villain has shown it enough with actions and that has always been enough for you, but hearing those three precious words come from his lips felt like he had finally accepted that he is indeed loved and has fully got back to him a feeling that he had lost long time ago; the fact that the reason dabi got it back is thanks to you, just made your happiness even bigger.

“love you too!”, you finally said back grabbing onto his wrists sobbing, while he snorted looking at you exasperated but also with a tenderness that was reserved to you only, no one else.

dabi now understands why, the first time you told him that special word, you said that you just felt like saying it and the beautiful smile you gave him after bawling your eyes out, just gave the villain even more reasons to say it.

[journal-three]

Hazbin ships?

I think there's just one but it's stuck in the side of the hotel.

[ignify-caligo]

Roach: honk.

Ghost: WHAT.

Roach: HONK.

Ghost, losing it: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT????

[fatuismooches]

Have you heard of “cuteness aggression”?

I just wanna kiss and squeeze zandys little face, he’s just so cute! I just saw fan art of him smiling so adorably and now I just wanna bite his cute little chubby cheeks.

Same with webttore and boattore he’s so cute waving like that. The way the game makes his face look so round and soft I wanna pinch and bite his cheeks so badly. And webttore with his little pink bow tie UGH I need to get a grip😭😭💝💝

Zandy would be very happy with the attention! He will eat it up like nothing else, he finds his chest getting very warm whenever you shower him with all the praise and compliments that a child would long for from their parental figure. Over time though, Zandy gets a tiny bit embarrassed whenever you happen to do it in front of the segments. He doesn't like the looks they give him! He's had one (1) mini-rebellious phase when he rejected your affection, and then regretted it deeply a few minutes later and clung to your leg in apology after that. His very tiny hands have tried squishing your cheeks a few times as well.

Boattore, well, he's just all smiles whenever you feel the urge to conduct that cute aggression of yours. Funnily enough, it's rare that he ever stops you from doing so, even when he's doing work and experimenting, he just carries on as if nothing is happening. Even asking you questions about what he tastes like or if you'd like to draw and taste his artificial blood. You also like comparing your hand size with his often.

Webttore is Webttore. Bite and pinch him and he will just do the same to you ten times harder, but you have probably gotten used to it a long time ago. He gets a bit annoyed and huffy when you keep trying to take off his mask, but you're naturally very persistent so in the end, he just gives in. Even if he doesn't, you just cutely assault that one part of his cheek that's left exposed by his mask and kiss him until he's persuaded.

In a way, the segments can... sort of relate. Though it's probably more of just aggression, without the cuteness aspect, actually experimental aggression. They too will bite you, not because of your cuteness (even though they do believe you are), but just because they like the pleasant sensation and your reactions (ranging from surprised to embarrassed to unbothered.) They too will pinch your cheeks... as punishment, for when you do something stupid, and laugh at your whines. All in all, they just take pleasure in teasing you a bit.

[whereismyhat5678]

can you draw Werner werman x dr kahl with their robots please?

To whoever sent this WEEKS ago, I am so sincerely sorry-

I FINALLY GOT TO ANSWER IT BUT I’M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT-

Also about their robots- I really didn’t know how I would make them fit so I just drew them together separately…and-

The background still looks bad to me but ZAM DID I HAVE FUN DRAWING KAHL’S ROBOT- and Katzenwagen was fun too, he’s adorable 🫶

[cerise-on-top]

Hiiiii how have you been love bug? (Please tell me if your uncomfortable with that term since you are non-binary and they/them I’m not sure what nicknames you are uncomfortable with it’s just what I call my friends and just a nickname I have for people in general🫶🏻🫶🏻 ) so I’d like to to request farah with a adhd reader who is hyper forgetful and sometimes has meltdowns ( as someone with adhd)🧡🧡🧡

Hey! I'm fine! Bought some more yarn for my leftover blanket today, which I'm excited to work on! And don't worry, I think love bug is really cute! I don't mind most nicknames, but thank you for being considerate, I really do appreciate it! Hope you're doing well as well ^^

I don't have ADHD, so I don't know at all what it's like for someone with it! I had to do some research on it, so I don't know if these are actually viable methods of helping, but I tried! Please do correct me with something that might help and I'll add it in this post afterwards! I hope this is enjoyable to you regardless! Thank you for the request!

Farah with a Reader with ADHD

Farah doesn’t particularly know a lot about mental illnesses. She may be traumatized, yes, but that doesn’t mean she ever had the time to research any of them. So she’s definitely not the best person to go to when it comes to things like these, but she tries, even if she can’t always understand everything that’s going on. You’re suffering, and that’s enough for her to know she should do something to help you.

You being this forgetful may be a cause of concern for her, though. It’s not every day she meets someone who forgot what they did five minutes prior. It’s especially concerning when it’s something important, though, like seeing a doctor. Although she may be worried for you potentially developing something as severe as dementia eventually, she’ll try to push her worries aside and help you to the best of her abilities. If you ever need reminders, she can help you. Farah remembers and retains things very well, she’s never had any issues with it since she had to in order to get by. If you need to remember something, she’ll remind you a few times a day. You have an appointment? Don’t forget about it tomorrow, I’ll tell you again then. However, she’s also a big fan of post its and will write down whatever it is you may need and place it somewhere she knows you’re going to see it. I know, out of sight, out of mind, but she’ll also text you and have you make reminders on your phone for important things so you don’t forget. Won’t get mad at you for forgetting your anniversary, she can see that it’s hard for you to remember things and won’t yell at you or anything either. However, she will mention that it was your anniversary, or maybe her birthday. For the most part she just wants to spend those days with you, if she can, and will thus remind you. Again, you don’t need to feel ashamed for forgetting, she’ll tell you that it’s quite alright and that you shouldn’t worry. She’s patient like that.

If you have a meltdown in front of her, she definitely would not know what to do at first. Depending on what kind of meltdown it is, she’ll react differently. If it creeps up on you, slowly making you irritated, then she’ll ask you what’s wrong. Regardless of your answer, she’ll ask you how she can help you, if you would like to be left alone or if you would like to take a small break in any way. She gets it and she’ll get you away from whatever is stressing you out so you can slowly recharge. If you really do want to be left alone for a while, she will comply, but will knock on your door to check up on you every once in a while and will bring you some food as well. Farah just wants you to be well, so she’ll take care of you how she thinks might help. Food is always good, food usually helps her, so she hopes it’ll do the same for you as well.

If it’s a sudden meltdown where you don’t know where left and right are anymore, then she’ll get you away from everyone else at first. While she can’t imagine what it’s like for you, it likely isn’t very pleasant for you to be crying and screaming in front of other people. Hoping that you trust her, she’ll try to ground you, asking you how you’re feeling, what you’re feeling and how she could help you. What happened is also another question she would ask you. Again, she won’t really know what to do on her own, but she tries her best. Farah will talk to you in a soothing tone and try to distract you at first so you can calm down a bit. Whether it be cracking a joke or asking you about your top five favorite reptiles. Even if you can’t answer her properly, she’ll just reassure you that it’s okay, that everything is just bad in this moment and that it’ll pass. She’s with you this entire time and won’t leave you unless you want her to. Asks you to breathe a bit with her. In all your time being together, she’s likely learned a breathing technique or two that might help you.

Once your meltdown is over, she’ll be very gentle with you, especially if she can see you’re beating yourself up over it. You really shouldn’t feel ashamed for something that you can’t help, it’s not your fault. If you feel especially down, she’ll give you a kiss on the forehead and get some ice cream with you. Something like a meltdown seems exhausting to her. While she doesn’t want to seem like she’s rewarding you for having a meltdown, she does want you to be kind to yourself afterwards, that’s what the ice cream is for. And if you don’t want ice cream, then some berries, fruits or a small snack will suffice as well. Either way, she’s there for you the entire time until you feel better.

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hhhhhhhh,,,, will we ever get a ruv kitty

idk i think itd be very neat to see ruv kitty cuddled up next to sarv kitty

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also wee Rasazy <333