#pros of knitting: sock

[puppyeared]

28 for the ask game !!!!! ^_^

28: do you collect anything?

send me a number!! 💌

[reiding-writing]

I feel bad for sending one request after another but like okay hear me out, Spencer is cold and it's very obvious that his skinny ass purple scarf doesnt do much, so reader lends him theirs and he gets really flustered because it smells like them 😭

scented scarves [ s.r ]

Summary:

Vegas was a pretty warm city even in the winter, a stark contrast to Quantico’s freezing temperature. Needless to say, Spencer wasn’t fairing very well in the cold, and your offer of your scarf leaves him flustered and mildly overwhelmed.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: spencer reid × gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k

masterlist!!

a/n: this one’s pretty short but i hope it suffices nonetheless!

thank you for the request, you’re welcome to send as many as you want <33

It was -2 degrees celsius. 28 degrees fahrenheit.

In other words, absolutely fucking freezing.

The joys of living in Virginia.

It was blatantly obvious which of your team members were acclimated to the colder climates, or more accurately, who wasn’t.

Anyone who walked into your office, profiler or otherwise, would be able to tell.

Garcia was wrapped up in a chunky knitted sweater, a pair of thick tights under her skirt as she padded across the bullpen back to her tech dungeon with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.

Prentiss was wearing a shirt and a sweater, her hands held out in front of a mini heater on the top of her desk in a desperate attempt to warm up her extremities so the rest of her body would follow suit.

And Spencer…

Spencer was sat cross legged in his chair with two pairs of socks on, a knitted vest over his shirt and a cardigan over his vest, his signature purple scarf wrapped around his neck and covering his chin as his hands gripped his coffee mug like it was the only thing keeping him from turning into a human icicle.

Poor Spencer Reid. Vegas really didn’t serve him well when it came to Quantico winters.

If his trembles weren’t so adorably funny you’re sure you’d feel bad for the boy, but instead you’re muffling a laugh as you walk across the bullpen to sit at your desk beside him, disposing of your bag under the table and unfurling your chunky knitted scarf from your neck to drape over the back of your chair.

One of the pros of being born and bred in Virginia is that you didn’t have to worry about freezing from the inside out.

Spencer’s eyes follow you as you take your seat, and you swear you can see him shudder when you remove your scarf, as if you removing a layer of warmth made him colder.

“You good over there?” You can’t help the amusement painting your face as Spencer stares at you like you’ve got a second head.

“How are you not freezing?” Spencer’s tone carries genuine bewilderment as his eyes scan what you’re wearing, a pair of black slacks and a white shirt, alongside a semi formal blazer that you also shed to lie over your chair.

“It’s climate acclimation Spence, you of all people should know that,”

His expression doesn’t change at your answer, continuing to blankly stare at you like some foreign species that had just invaded the earth. “I know that- logically… But still i’m literally shaking from how cold it is,”

“That’s what happens when you’re a Vegas baby who moves to Virginia,” You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as Spencer huffs, taking another sip of his hot coffee in attempt to regulate his body temperature back to something warmer, tucking the narrow purple strips of thin-knitted fabric under his chin to expose his mouth to the mug.

“That scarf isn’t going to do you very much you know, it’s basically a glorified fashion piece,” You weren’t trying to knock on Spencer’s scarf by any means, it’d become a staple of his office wear, one that you definitely weren’t complaining about, but in weather like this it wasn’t really doing him any favours.

“I know…” Spencer sighs at his own intolerance to cold weather.

You’d think having worked in Quantico for half a decade would have stopped him from turning into a human icicle the minute the temperature dropped into the negatives, but no, of course it didn’t. Of course he continued to feel like he was sat in a bathtub full of ice despite having four layers on. Of course he did.

You push your chair back from your desk, the noise of it’s friction against the cheap carpeting of the floor drawing Spencer’s eyes to you once more, and to you bring yourself to your feet and pull your scarf from under your blazer with a small amount of struggle before walking over to him, the scarf stretched out between your two hands.

Spencer doesn’t have the time to question what you’re doing before your scarf is wrapped around his neck, immediately engulfing him in a cocoon of extra heat that his own scarf failed to provide.

He didn’t have time to thank you either, as you departed with a ruffle of your hand in his hair towards the kitchenette to fix yourself a coffee.

At first he’s confused.

Then he’s warm.

And then the lingering scent embedded in the yarn hits his nose and he flushes a bright pink, thankfully hidden under the knit.

Of course it would smell like you. It was your scarf. Your cells would cling to the yarn as you wore it and leave a permanent trace of you behind.

But it smelled like you. And any lingering molecules of coffee in his sensory neurons were immediately overridden with your scent instead.

Any conscious sense of being cold had left his body. His trembling had seemingly stopped, his brain too focused on your scent invading his nose and making him feel fuzzy inside.

You returned with your cup of coffee soon after, Spencer still coming to terms with his reality as you take your seat again. “You look much warmer now,”

You half insinuate the flush on his cheeks, although he’s unsure if you recognise the origin behind it or if you genuinely just believe that your scarf has helped insulate his neck and warm up his face. Which it had, but not as much as your scent had done.

Spencer’s normally sharp mind stumbled over words, and he couldn't help but fidget with the ends of the scarf as he tried to formulate a response.

"Yeah… thanks," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact, his cheeks tinged with a subtle blush.

His reaction brought a soft smile to your face, alongside a small chuckle at his seeming inability to form a full sentence. "You're welcome Spencer, but it's just a scarf,”

But for Spencer, it was more than that, it was a tangible connection to you. The combination of your proximity and the familiar fragrance leaving him pleasantly flustered and mildly overstimulated.

As the day unfolded, the team couldn't help but notice the change in Spencer's demeanour. Teasing remarks were exchanged, and Spencer, although still focused on his files, couldn't escape the playful banter.

At the end of the day, you approached him, a twinkle in your eye. "I think you should keep the scarf," you suggested, "You need it more than I do."

Spencer's shy smile revealed his appreciation, and he nodded, holding onto the scarf as a cherished memento of a day that had unravelled his usual composure.

[thekims4]

Sleepwear Lookbook #2

Hair / Skin 1, 2, 3 / Eyebrows / Eyes / Eyelids / Eyeliner / Blush / Lips

Clothing - Top

Naomi Top @simpliciaty-cc

Lyn Sweatshirt @backtrack-cc

Random Couple Sweater @nuribatsal

Oversized T-Shirt @gorillax3-cc

Delightful Crop Knit @newen092

Oversized Cropped Jumper @helsoseira

Clothing - Bottom

Naomi Shorts @simpliciaty-cc

Shelby Shorts @plumbobsnfries

Stranger Things Rinko Mania Angela Pants @eunosims

Daily Pajama Set - Pants @rimings

Leggings @eunosims

Lyn Sweatpants @backtrack-cc

Acc

Hair Roll @ssiat

Comfy Pajama Set - Sleep Mask @rimings

Hair Scrunchie @rimings

Cheria Rings @pralinesims

Waffle @grimmbats

Mug @simlasya

iPhone 11 Pro @natalia-auditorets4

My Phone! @ssiat

Nike Socks @drteekaycee

Sporty Socks @seoulsoul-sims

Shoes

Platform Slides 01 @jius-sims

Tsuki Slippers @madlensims

Pose

@helgatisha Hongzo @roselipaofficial @ssiat @supernovatrait

[catawampuscorner]

A commission from back in December! As someone who pretty much only knits socks, I didn't have to think too hard about Fox's expression here 😂

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[hyunsvngs]

Ok so ot8! Poly skz who all spoil u and treat you like the princess u r but channie is the only one you feel safe enough with to go into subspace 🥺 and one day ure cuddling with the members (lets go w lix and minho cuz imma hoe for them) and one of them kinda brushes their thumb on ur lips or make u suck on it and u get all floaty and fuzzy just as chan enters the room and ure all grappy hands and “daddy🥺🥺” and he COOS AND COME SCOOP YOU UP AND ASSHSGYWISOSUSGSSJSK

I literally can’t stop thinking about this scenario plz continue cuz my mind went mush🫰🏻

-kuromi anon

i propose:

minho was fingering you on the couch, and lixie had kindly placed his thumb in your mouth for you to suck steadily on. you were too loud, too loud for chan and jisung who were working in the next room but you just couldn’t help yourself! minho’s degradations mixed with little praises were sending you into a very, very floaty space. you hadn’t ever entered your subspace without chan, who was a pro at making you feel all fuzzy, protected and overwhelmed, so you assumed it simply wouldn’t happen.

until that moment. something about the way the two men were crowded around you, limbs intertwined underneath a fluffy, knitted blanket made you feel so safe. your feet were in your favourite frilly socks but you were bare otherwise, apart from a t-shirt of jeongin’s that felix currently had his hand underneath. it was just so comfortable, familiar with two of the boys you loved most.

you could feel yourself slipping. minho noticed, too, his pointy nose brushing your cheek as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “aww, are you feeling floaty, kitty?” his smile was heard through his voice, your eyes being closed in ecstasy prohibiting your vision. felix giggled from next to you, hand stroking through your hair while you suckled on his thumb.

“so fucking cute,” felix whispered, his eyes wide with awe. his lips stretched into a smile when his thumb went to stroke across your lip and you chased it with your mouth. “look at her getting all fuzzy with us. it’s s’ sweet!”

“mm, our slut just loves my fingers so much, huh? you don’t even need your daddy here to help you, gettin’ all sweet for us without him,” minho bit into your earlobe softly, fingers curving to probe your gspot. you shifted, your legs thrashing underneath the soft blanket. all of a sudden, it was like things started to make sense to you. you felt so so safe with minho and felix, two of your favourites if you were being honest - but you wanted your daddy.

“d-daddy,” you whine, head thrashing back against the fabric of the sofa. minho chuckled next to you, shaking his head fondly. felix moved his wet thumb to circle over your clit, heightening your pleasure and making you gush over minho’s knobby digits. your eyes fluttered open, only to shut again just as quick. you couldn’t take it. “need- need- hnnng, minnie, minho, please, need it-“

minho’s chuckling again, his fingers thrusting into you just a tad deeper. “open your eyes.”

you opened your eyes on command, eyes hazy with the light of the room. the main light wasn’t on, only the smaller lamps dotted around the room, but you still felt like the room was way too bright. blinking a few times, trying hard to ignore the way you were very, very close to cumming, your eyes settled on a figure by the door.

chan. he was standing there, bulging arms crossed over his chest and a soft smile on his face. he looked proud, so proud to see you succumbing to your headspace like that even when he wasn’t there. but, he was there, present, and he started to stalk across the room to you like you were prey.

“i’m guessing she’s slipping,” chan mused when he reached your body, hands smoothing over your thighs on top of the blanket. you let out a whine again, all of your thoughts going blurry with the headspace you were going into. it definitely didn’t help that felix was rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves so precisely, minho was hitting your gspot… you felt like you were going to die.

“slippin’ so nice for us, she’s such a good girl,” you gasped sharply when felix’s deep timbre hit your ears.

chan giggled, his fingers starting to play with the frills of your socks underneath the blanket. “what’s up, baby?”

“hnng, daddy- ‘m gonna cum, oh, oh- can i, can i?”

chan cooed at you, his eyes soft beneath wild, dark curly hair. “of course you can, baby. such a good girl.”

♡ juno

[flyintheworldofbooks]

Sims 4 CC recs

This is my master list with my current cc's

Outfits:

By Aretha - pretty (&) savage collection 💗✨🦋

By aharris00britney - AxA 2020 | 90+ CAS Items | Public Release

By BlueCraving - Sporty Collection

By BlueCraving - Wedding Collection

By Oydis - Smart & Casual 💄 / Also has other packs with hair colors

By Oydis - The Little Black Dress 👠

By RIMINGS - Lazy Sunday / PJs / Also has a lot of good outfits

By Sunberry - Ribbon top long dress & Pearl Heart

By VIKAI X GREENLLAMAS - SOGUE

By Black Lily - Evenings With You Dress

By Caiocc - Lily: A 10 items set

By Caiocc - CxS Love Myself. - The Collection (9 items)

By clumsyalien - «mixtape» cc pack

By clumsyalien - «ambience» cc pack

By Daisy Pixels - 🔔 Antonia & Diana 🔔

By Miiko - Corset crop-top

By Rusty - Autumn City II

By Rusty - Basic VI

By Rusty - Princess of XIII

By Serenity - Hazelnut Set (12 items)

By Serenity - SxC Love Myself. - The Collection (7 items)

By Serenity - Aurora Set (13 items)

By Serenity - Bloom Set (10 items)

By Serenity - Nuage Set (13 items)

By Serenity - Sour Candy, a 6 item set.

By Serenity - Amethyst Set (6 items)

By Trillyke - Skyline Sweater and Jumper

By Trillyke - Silver Light Jeans

By Trillyke - Bad Chemical Jacket

Swimsuits:

By Caiocc - Ipanema: A 9 items set

By Trillyke - 🌞Hello Summer! Collection 🌞

Men:

By Black Lily - Miles Top

By Rusty - Mellow IV

Shoes:

By Jius-Sims - Shoe Collections

By Madlen - Shoe Collection

Accessories:

By clumsyalien - «euphoria» cc pack

By Miiko - High knit socks

By Pralinesims - PARADOX Glasses

By Pralinesims - DUNE Glasses

By Pralinesims - DOMINO Glasses

By Pralinesims - AGONY Ear Piercing Collection

By Pralinesims - THUNDERSTRUCK Ear Piercing Collection

Hair:

By Sheabuttyr - hannah hair

By Simcelebrity00 - Lexi Hairstyle

By sweetaday - Sasa Hair

By clumsyalien - «sweet & sour» hairs

By Marso - lock and lease

By Marso - kauban cc dump

By Miiko - Emma hair version 2

By Miiko - Anya hair (two lengths)

Skin/Makeup:

By Miiko - Rhea skin set

By Miiko - Body-kit No.2

By Pralinesims - BELLINI Makeup Collection

By Pralinesims - WATERDROP Maxis-Match Eyes

By Pralinesims - ESCAPISM Eye Trio

By Serenity - Anise Lipgloss (11 colors)

Kids:

By Sunberry - Cottagecore Collection👗👗

By Daisy Pixels - 💐☀️ Sunny Skies ☀️💐

By Miiko - 3D eyelashes + Makoto hair (children)

Toddlers:

By Daisy Pixels - Tilly and Pua 🌞💐 🌻 🌼 🌹 🌸

By Miiko - 3D eyelashes for toddlers & infants

Stuff:

By Aira - .˚₊┈୨ The Artist in Me🪞୧┈₊˚.

By RusticSims - CAREYES LIV& DIN - AUGUST SET- TIER PRO (15 TEXTURE)

By Felixandre - THE LIVIN' RUM

By Sixam CC - Boho-Bath Botanical Retreat

By Aira - Study in Style Set…………🐻

By Push Pixels - Urban outdoor

By Syboubou - Clarisse office set

By Miiko - Harmony furniture set

Edit: erased one of the kid's CCs as I don't like the textures and how it fits the sims in general - will probably add more CCs to this in the future!

[kiwanopie]

Biggest Fan

boyfriend!kiyoomi part VI! one (1) instance of suggestion tooth rotting fluff. 1.3k

Belatedly, he realizes his request to have you move in with him may have been a little redundant.

You two traded keys within the twelve month mark in your relationship, by a year and a half were you coming back from your respective jobs to find the other somewhere cozied up in your respective flats. Fights didn’t really change much to the routine. Maybe a passive aggressive comment to clean your kitchen when he was too miffed at you to do it himself, a high protein lunch “Not!! made with love >:(!” But nothing could ever come between him and having his arms wrapped around you by nightfall. By year two, you were giving your clients the number to the fax at his place. Since ‘Why buy a new one when I’ve got a perfectly good one (that I just bought) at my apartment?”

Now, at year three - Full home office set up in his quaint little penthouse apartment, tenant parking spot, and a front office that signs his alerts with “To the recipients of…” He can’t really wrap his head around why you’re still paying rent at your old apartment? He knows you visit sometimes but hardly enough to keep paying for it. And even as he pads his socked feet around your modest living room, he finds it mostly bare save for a thrifted coffee table and a suede couch he’s fucked you on way too many times to count.

You push another box to him from the threshold of the hallway, another one that sounds a little glassy when he picks it up. “Seriously, what's in these?”

“Just two more of those, baby.” He hears you wheeze. “Then we’ll drop the keys off at the front desk.”

“Do you need any help?”

“Nu-uh.” You punctuate with a grunt.

Kiyoomi knits his brows at the box but turns his heel for the balcony anyway.

Although, maybe the decision to have you move in just yet was a little asinine. He’s been thinking of buying a house. One with a nice view of the stars and the city lights - right on the cusp of the rural area but not a full on road trip to the city; with a big lawn and grassy hedges, white picket fence, open windows, and a mailbox with your names on it.

Or name.

Kiyoomi almost drops the box when those October winds start to nip through his jacket. The falling sky promises something much colder as he tips his reddened nose to the clouds, and watches as they darken with rumbling rain.

It doesn’t take him but a few long strides to get back to the second level where you are, strenuously pushing the next much bigger box into the living room.

“Do you have a coat? It’s gonna start to rain soon.”

You sigh a little tiredly to yourself. “I’m already pretty heated up from all this moving, a little rain won’t hurt.”

“No, you’ll get sick.” Kiyoomi parries. “I’ll put you in my jacket then. I can just run to the car.”

“Nu-uh. I don’t want you to over exert yourself, Omi. You’ve got a game coming up, remember? If anyone shouldn’t be getting sick it’s you.”

You follow his movements as he bends for one of the boxes, avoiding the second much lighter one as you nudge it in his view. “Besides, I doubt it’ll start raining before we can drive back to Tokyo. Forecast says the storm will just miss us.”

Kiyoomi shorts you a glance that’s mostly concerned with the loaded box in front of him. “I- Angel, I still don’t want you to get sick. I can handle a little overwork. You, I very much doubt.”

“Ok, wow. What’s that supposed to- Oh wait, baby that one’s really heavy-“

He lifts it up like it’s nothing.

“Oh…” You gawp. “Right. Pro-athlete.”

Kiyoomi scoffs in favor of letting your astonished gape boost his ego. Though his eyes do catch on the little sliver of polished oak peeking through the box in his hands.

He tilts his head. “What’s this?”

- You break out in a full sweat.

“Uh- W-Wait, wait, baby don’t-“

He’s already swerving to the side to dodge you. Long muscled limbs suddenly too lithe to catch as he turns his shoulder to duck your attempts to stop him, and missing the way you moue at the realization that Christ, you forgot this guy was still somebody’s little brother.

Which means beside his usual indifferent candor, he evades your efforts to stop him from peaking inside with the kind of goading of someone used to slinking away with something he shouldn’t have. Even as you whine he half taunts at the way you try to get a hold of him. “What? What is-“

Kiyoomi nudges open the seal a little more. “Are these posters?”

“Omi-“

“Are these my posters?”

“Stop-“

“Have you been-“ He almost wants to laugh. You’re jumping. “Have you been collecting my posters? All this time?”

“Can you just-“

“Oh, you framed them too.”

“S-Stop it!”

Kiyoomi actually does laugh this time. Like, he actually laughs. And you know it’s supposed to be mean but it flutters out with such genuine mirth that it gives you butterflies. It makes you feel hot to the apples of your cheeks and punches you in the gut with the kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago - but hasn’t. ~ He cards his eyes through the box. You watch him. But instead of horror or disgust, or worse the realization that his girlfriend might be a little lamer than he originally thought;

It’s pride. Honest to god delight that raises his lips over his teeth and turns his cheeks a little chubby. Zeal, and glee, and that kind of love struck ardor that should’ve worn off over three years ago -

But hasn’t. “Why have you been hiding these? We could’ve kept these next to all your stuff I keep.”

“All my…?”

“Your diploma, your board certificate, your license,” Kiyoomi absently taps his fingers against the box. Which as he does you all but stiffen at the realization. You figured he encouraged you to make copies because it was safer having a backup, and when you found them framed in his hallway later on you thought nothing of it. I mean, he has a lot of frames in his hallway. Family pictures, the Photo Booth reel from your first date, some miscellaneous pictures of his two siblings,

Your graduation picture, your first anniversary photo, the picture he made you take before your first day as a therapist-

Oh.

Kiyoomi gestures you forward as he starts the motion of walking to his car. “With the way you iced me out before we started dating I was worried you didn’t even like volleyball.”

“Of course I like volleyball?” If the little fan trinkets in the box you’re carrying should mean anything. “I’ve been to like all of your games?”

“Yeah, I know that now,”

He makes the motion of shimming his jacket down his shoulders as he carefully sits the box where the others are, easily lifting the final one out of your grasp as he passes it over; and the way his biceps pop out of his t-shirt makes you shudder when he lifts his arms to close the trunk.

His jacket is warm, it smells just like him. “But you were sure playing coy when we first got together.”

- You, again, break into a sweat.

The way your nose crinkles up in embarrassment is honestly enough to have him suppressing a smirk when he turns to you again. Albeit poorly. Seriously, this guy seems intent on teasing you into the mud today.

“Well!” You stammer. “Because-“

“Well, because!” Kiyoomi kisses you on the forehead as you gasp at the way he openly mocks you. “Shut up. You’re so cute it’s stupid.”

He pinches your cheeks when you rightfully pout at him. “And fix your face. It’ll get stuck like that.”

“When did you become such a bully?!”

“Somewhere between “Can you be my girlfriend?” and “I love you too.””

He titters a little as you grumble your way into the car.

[andypantsx3]

warnings: nsfwish, aged up characters, implied fem-bodied reader

"I know what you're doing."

Across the room, Shouto throws you his most innocent look.

"I am reading," he says evenly, giving the book in his hands a little tilt as if to emphasize its presence.

You don't buy it, and you open your mouth to say so. As if on queue, you can feel the temperature of the room raise another couple of degrees—and the heat is coming from Shouto's direction.

You hadn't noticed at first. Earlier this afternoon, you'd been wrapped in a knit cardigan, but you'd noted eventually that it was too warm for you, and discarded it over the arm of the couch.

After another half hour, you thought perhaps your fuzzy socks, too, were overkill, as the house was pretty temperate today. Another thirty minutes later you'd exchanged your sweatpants for shorts—and it was only then, as you passed the thermostat on the way back into the living room, that that you realized.

The temperature was set to low. But the room itself was registering very hot. The temperature was being fucked with.

And only one of you was a pro hero with a temperature-based quirk.

You'd sat back down in the arm chair, slinging your legs over the side and pretending to get back to reading. Shouto waited a long while, twenty entire minutes, but then your shirt started to feel too warm against your skin, the air of the room slightly thicker in your lungs.

And you knew it was Shouto's doing.

"You are not just reading and you know it," you say. "Turn it back down, Sho."

Shouto's features betray nothing, his damnably perfect poker face sliding into place. "Turn what down?"

"Your quirk," you tell him. "I don't know what you're up to but you've been caught, and this scheme ends here."

The temperature ticks up a couple degrees—you can tell by the tiny bits of moisture gathering at your hairline. It's suddenly almost like a sauna in the room.

"Todoroki Shouto," you start, pointing your finger at him. But his eyes don't follow it—they're locked somewhere below your waist, staring fixedly at the length of bare thigh you're now showing, thanks to your wardrobe change.

There's a click in your thoughts as the puzzle pieces slide together. You suddenly understand.

"Are you...? Are you trying to get me to strip?" you ask incredulously.

Absolutely nothing in your boyfriend's face changes, and his tone is purposefully bland. But there's an incredibly long pause before he says, "Your shirt appears warm."

As if it's just a fact he's observed. As if he's not the root cause.

"You are such a sneak," you tell him.

Two mismatched eyes slide to yours, but Shouto looks unfussed. If anything, the room gets warmer. A drop of sweat slides down your spine, incredibly uncomfortable.

Curious about his objectives, you finger the hem of your shirt. Shouto's eyes snap to your hands, and you can feel gaze practically burning through your shirt as you pull it over your head, leaving you clad only in your bra.

Finally, you spot little hints of weakness in your boyfriend as his jaw clenches the tiniest bit, his fingers curling restlessly over the sides of his book as though he's imagining taking handfuls of you. You fight down a helpless smile.

"Is it warm, love?" Shouto asks, as though it's only just occurred to him. "Would you like me to cool you down?"

He sets down his book, blinking two very innocent mismatched eyes at you. He opens his arms as if to take you into them.

You can't help but laugh at the transparency, the absolute stupidity of his ploy that he's apparently been working at nearly all afternoon. He is such a boy.

You linger a moment, like you're deciding. But of course you throw yourself into his grasp in the end, laying yourself out over him on the couch.

Though you doubt things will really cool down from there.

Not for a very long while, at least.

[midnighmoonligh]

Agere CoD Animal Crossing Head Canon's

(this is just for fun)

Item list; Denim Overalls (white), Kerokerokeroppi Pin, Pacifier (baby grey), Simple-accent Socks (white), Rubber-toe Sneakers (black), Dreamy Backpack (mint), & Panda Umbrella.

Big on-island design

Plays religiously when little

He will harass anyone he can to play with him

Ghost has to aggressively avoid Kyle when playing, he makes him regress

Has a Dark Academia theme

Favorite holiday is a mix of Halloween (favorite character is ofc Jack) and Turkey Day

Aggressively collects amiibo cards, has two binders full of them

The villagers he has are; Apollo, Wolfgang, Skye, Dobie, Chief, Kyle, Fang, Freya, and Vivian.

His starters had been Apollo, Daisy, and Pecan

Ghost's favorite villager is Kyle (looks like Riley & has Gaz's name)

Item list; Annyeong Tee, Baggy Shirt (gray), Dreamy Pants (blue), Jogging Shorts (black), Diaper (light blue), Mohawk Wig, Punk Hair Wig (orange), Pacifier (baby gray, Pacifier (baby mint), Holey Socks (blue), Knee Bandages, Knee Brace (black & blue), Basketball Shoes (light blue), Crossbody Boston Bag (blue), and Blue Umbrella.

All his villagers are jocks

His first animal crossing game was New Leaf

Prefers new leaf, but doesn't mind new horizons

The villagers he has are; Kid Cat, Samson, Stinky, Tank, Teddy, ED, Tad, Moose, Mac, and Lyman.

He collected the amiibo cards for a small time to get jock villagers, but he gave his collection to Ghost.

Soap's favorite villager is Tad

His favorite holiday is Bunny Day

His favorite character is Zipper

His original villagers were Teddy, Deirdre, and Poncho

Soap's Island is a cross between city-theme and kidcore

Obnoxiously into animal crossing conspiracies

He has loads of theories about Zipper

Item's list; Anorak Jacket (red), Colorful Striped Sweater (white, yellow, & red), Diaper (cream), Formal Shorts (white), Track Pants (gray), Crown, Colorful Striped Knit Cap (red), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby pink), Color-blocked Socks (brown), Kerokerokeroppi socks, Pompompurin boots, Rubber-toe High TOps (berry red), Bug Cage, Butterfly Backpack, and Rainbow umbrella.

Big on bug collection

Maxed out the bug half of the museum

Gets so excited when seeing Flick

Casual player & often hangs out with ghost

Has had the same villagers since he started

Only really plays if he can play with someone

Got the crown from Ghost (both Ghost & Soap worked to get it for him)

The villagers he has are; Molly, Fauna, Beau, Erik, Deirdre, Pecan, Poppy, Kiki, Mapple, and Ike.

His starter villagers were; Fauna, Deirdre, and Pecan.

His favorite holiday is Festivale and Bug-off

Will take a day off just to sit and play the Festivale event

He'll spend an entire day running around collecting flowers because shiny

His favorite characters are Nat, Flick, & Kiki

The island theme he picked is a sort of glow forest

Item list; Colorful Striped Sweater (navy, light blue, & pink), Oilskin Coat (red), Explorer Shorts (beige), Pineapple Aloha Shorts (red), Outdoor Hat (red), Pacifier (baby yellow) Pacifier (baby orange), Pacifier (baby pink), Rounded Beard, Frilly Knee-high Socks (black), Knee Bandages, Rubber-toe Sneakers (yellow), Rain Boots (red), Fish Pochette, and Fish Umbrella.

The museum is fully maxed out

Shares an island with Gaz, doesn't decorate

He will get super anxious when things are suddenly different

Fishes ALL THE TIME

Only plays to fish for hours

Rich from the fish he catches

Gets lost on the island a lot

Will excitedly shake Gaz if he finds out CJ is roaming around

Is a pro at the fishing tourneys

He has all the special items you can get from CJ

Has the same villagers as Gaz

His favorite characters are CJ and Chip

Gets upset when things block the view of where he's fishing

Will complain about how clapped the villagers look

His favorite holidays are Fishing Tourney and International Museum Day.

Item list; Energetic Sweater (purple), Konnichiwa Tee, Mod Parka (green), Cargo Pants (avocado), Chino Pants (gray), Labelle Cap (midnight), OK Motors Cap, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby green), Color-blocked Socks (green), Pom-pom Socks (green), Kerokerokeroppi Boots, Rubber-toe High Tops (olive), Nook Inc. Pochette, and Frog Umbrella.

Loves when it rains

Decorates like crazy

Super pretty and aesthetic island

Specifically created places where Price and fish

He's on fashion and his storage is full of clothes

Doesn't have enough space for his clothes and gets really upset about it

Island aesthetic is neutral neighborhood

He borrows Ghost's cards. He thinks they're really cool

His villagers are; Pietro, Julian, Elmer, Papi, Victoria, Roscoe, Winnie, Savannah, Reneigh, and Annalise.

The original villagers he had were; Julian, Alice, and Elise.

Gaz specifically picks the most obnoxious villagers to annoy Price

He forgets to warn Price when making changes to their island

Favorite holiday is Toy Day

Favorite character is Isabelle

Item list; Chick Tee, Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Boa Parka (gray), Denim Overalls (avocado), Kiki & Lala Pin, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Color-blocked Socks (white), Nordic Socks (gray), Tube Socks (navy blue), Cinnamoroll Sneakers, Cute Sneakers (blue), Rubber-toe High Tops (blue), Bear Backpack (brown), and Pineapple Umbrella.

Only plays with Logan and/or Hesh

Shares an island with Logan & Hesh

Hesh's wife plays with them too!

Loves collecting shooting stars & their crafting recipes

Doesn't do anything in particular, mostly just follows Logan & Hesh around

Often watches Logan & Hesh fight over decorating (sometimes antagonizes it & finds it funny)

Logan enjoys having a fall scene, always skipping time to stay in it. Hesh prefers winter. So to compromise they split the island into three parts

Keegan went for a dark cottage-core on his side

Their villagers are; Phoebe, Charlise, Katt, Tybalt, Claudia, Filbert, Kitty, Tammy, Graham, and Vesta.

Their original villagers were; Phoebe, Kitt, and Charlise

His favorite holiday is New Years and Christmas

He always makes sure to play on holidays!

Favorite characters are Timmy and Tommy

Item list; Dreamy Sweater (blue), Garden Tank (blue), Kids' Smock (cherry blossom), Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Dreamy Pants (blue), Cinnamoroll hat, Prom Crown (silver), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Pacifier (baby blue), Kiki & Lala Socks, Lace Socks (white), Cinnamoroll sneakers, Mary Janes (blue), Dreamy Backpack (mint), and Blue shiny-bows parasol.

Doesn't share an island with anyone, but is always having shadows play with him on his island

Half the island is worked on the other half isn't. It's been this way for two years

Has a fairy-tale aesthetic (mostly greyscale)

His favorite villager type is dogs

His favorite villager is Cookie

Favorite event is New Years (for the fireworks) and Fireworks show

Favorite character is Redd

His current villagers are; Goldie, Cookie, Portia, Shep, Bea, Butch, Maddie, Daisy, Lucky, Bones, and Boom.

His original villagers were; Lucky, Sparro, and Bam

He has a small collection of cards. He only bought them to collect the dogs more easily but ended up giving up

Plays more than anything when he's injured

Item list; bone Tee, Cardigan School Uniform Top (beige), Two-tone Pants (yellow), Worn-out Jeans (light blue), Paper-bag Hood, Ski Mask (black), Halo, Cosmos Crown, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby yellow), Aran-knit Socks (white), Cute Sneakers (yellow), Mary Janes (red), Vivid Socks (yellow), Nook Inc. Knapsack, and Eggy Parasol.

Shares an island with Horangi

Horangi plays way more than he does

Plays New Leaf more than New Horizons

Only really plays when regressed

Absolutely terrified of the bugs and will run away from them or yell until Horangi catches them

Their villagers are; Bangle, Bianca, Claudia, Leonardo, Rolf, Rown, Tynalt, Patricia, Spike, and Merengue.

Their original villagers were; Bianca, Dozer, and Shari.

He really likes talking about animal crossing

He loves playing with people online

His favorite characters are Isabelle and Digby

Horangi conned him into having all the tigers

Island Aesthic is kid core (he begged Horangi)

He has ALL the fruits

[prisonhannibal]

feeling like my áhkku (grandma) recently because there’s pro palestine activists who have been sleeping outside of the parliament for months and are staying there until there’s a ceasefire and I’m so worried about how cold it is here during the night that I think about them all the time so I’m knitting them scarves (wool yarn) and might try to knit socks and sámi mittens as well lol

[aprillikesthings]

Concept:

Hand-knitting a long scarf that says "you have already left kudos here :)" on it lengthwise

Problem:

Which technique?

Stranded color-work (aka fair isle):

Pros: knitting in the round is nice, and you could have it say the same thing on the other side in such a way that it makes sense from both sides!

Cons: impractically-long floats

Double knitting:

Pros: nice, clear lettering; would lay flat by default

Cons: text would be mirrored/reversed on one side, also double-knitting is way more tedious (ymmv)

Intarsia:

Absolutely fucking not I don't do that, I already hate weaving in ends

Embroidering onto an already-knit scarf (aka duplicate knitting):

I hate embroidering onto knits, knitting the base scarf would be boring

A thing I learned while seeing if anyone else had already thought of this:

Someone on redbubble sells socks with the ao3 logo repeated on them. No idea if they're donating the money to ao3, though.

[affreca]

I finished my last travel project, my hiking hat. Sadly, I finished it yesterday, after my hiking trip. I leave for another work trip on Monday (this is the last one scheduled), so time to start something else. I'm thinking another shawl. I need to find someone to pawn these extra shawls off on, but I think that's easier than socks or sweaters.

The options are:

Pink gradient Mossy Reading Shawl. Basically, use up this silly pink gradient I spun up a couple of years ago. There's about two ounces of 11 skeins in fingering/sport. Plan would be to knit the Reading Shawl but use double moss stitch and an icord edging. Pro: Pink isn't my color and I will happily pass it along. Con: Lots of knitting.

2. Sparkly Ramble. I had small amounts of fibers in Christmas color scheme (White/Silver, Green and Red). A pot of blue dye later and I had colors I like better. Each yarn is one ply merino silk, one ply merino/alpaca (overdyed), and one ply merino/stellina (overdyed). I'm thinking of the Ramble shawl. The blue and green skeins are less than 300 yards, so I'm thinking either making a smaller shawl or alternating the purple in the garter stripes. Pro: use up stash. Con: large balls and choices.

3. Purple Precipice. I said I was going to make a brioche shawl with this yarn, but I love all three together. I think they'd be interesting in a Precipice, but I could save the pattern for two solids and a fractal yarn. Pros: garter. Cons: garter.

[purestxblood]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐳𝐨.

Your traditional holiday ordeals had seemed pointless to Cleo, however, that didn’t stop you from wanting to share holiday warmth and love with her. Nor did it stop her from welcoming you with open arms and a small present of her own— the perfect Christmas and worst in tow.  𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, ♥

𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙯𝙤 𝙭 𝙛!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 .

Major fluff ☁. Christmas Celebrations. Cute furry friends.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦— Mentions of depression.

With your knitted sock clad feet draped over the arm over the recliner and a mug in your hand, you intently watched with eyes of muse, drifting over your girlfriend's backside. There was a soft closed mouth smile toying upon the bottom half of your face while your lips lightly pressed against the cup, blocking your silent giggles.

It was the seventh of December, the first night of officially hopping – more like dragging Cleo into the notion of Christmas joys under twinkling lights and inhalations of pine tree bliss. From the start, she hadn’t understood your dire need to bask in the aura of holiday nostalgia. Holiday’s had been different in the Cazo household. For your girlfriend, holidays were like any normal day. She never had a roof over her head, warm lit fires and holiday films, nor did she have Christmas trees, lights, and gifts under the tree. 

While the child version of yourself had been snuggled in bed with sugar plums dancing upon your dreaming head, younger Cleo had been plucking plums off stands alongside her father and his rat friends. Your traditional ordeals had seemed pointless to Cleo, however, that didn’t stop you from wanting to share holiday warmth and love with her. Christmas was your favorite and you wanted to give your girlfriend a new memory, an experience she had yet to endure as a child and adult.

This had been Cleo’s first official Christmas in a place she could call home, your home.

She was open to the idea of home for the holidays, adorning the blush upon your cheeks and squeal of excitement; however, there was only so much she could endure. Cleo was truly against you spending more money upon presents… finances were the height of your worries and gifts were the last she wanted either of you to worry about. Plus, Santa wasn’t coming on Christmas night because why would he? The only present Cleo could ask for was your companionship and heart – both which she already had.

Binge watching Christmas movies had also been a drag – to her more than you. Though the cheesy holiday films you watched with your parents were your favorite pastimes, Cleo could never keep an eye open for merely five minutes. She had slept through all of them, occasionally muttering a word or two in an attempt to show her captivation. 

You didn’t mind her lack of enthusiasm and interest as you were more endearing upon the way Cleo clung to you in comfort: how she perfectly snuggled up to your frame, with an arm draped across your waist and a leg over yours. Her face using your stomach as a pillow, nuzzling it every so often when her subconscious would realize her grip upon your body had loosened, making her tighten her hold once more. 

It was a realization, a memory, upon why you realized your parents loved cuddling by the fire when watching Christmas movies. It wasn’t the movie per se…it was the proximity of warmth transferring skin upon skin and the synchronizations of heartbeats into one.

There was one tradition Cleo idolized the most – Christmas trees. 

Upon this night, Cleo had taken the reins upon decorating the Christmas tree. You had thought picking a tree was the highlight of your night, mesmerized by the way Cleo and Sebastian giddied their way between the forest of trees. You watched her observe from bark to treetop, grazing her fingers among the bristles to feel the texture and temperature of the fresh pine. Even Sebastian had been a sight for eyes, squealing in excitement as he raced between branches until the pair were set upon a tree. 

While Cleo had been an absolute pro at picking a tree to take home, she was absolutely clueless upon how to decorate a tree. Her frenzy to decorate the tree straight away diverted her to her younger stubborn and eager self. Cleo was headstrong and wanted to decorate it herself with the forgetfulness as to how.

Rather than stringing the lights around the tree itself, her body had been the replacement, strands of crystalized white bulbs etching her figure. “Meu amor,” she hummed, “I don’t think this is a laughing matter.”

There was a hint of amusement to her words and you place your cup atop of the table. “Whatever do you mean?” you arched a brow and stood from the chair, slowly creeping behind her. “The eyes in the back of my head are my biggest weapon,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder while lifting the lights in the air. 

Upon cue, two tiny eyes appeared behind the locks of her hair and you scrunched your face, playfully pointing a finger, “you traitor.” Sebastian squeaked, his two pays cupping the tip of your index finger before scurrying down Cleo’s arm and jumping to the tree.

“I think Sebastian has the idea on what to do,” you teased, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before taking the end of the lights and giving it a tug. Cleo frowned as the lights tightened around her frame, following the taunt hold as you pulled her towards you, “may we do this together?”

“Meu amor?”

Soft hands brushed the locks away from your face, exposing your closed eyes. You moaned softly in question, your eyes never lifting as you held onto sleep. The hand resting underneath your pillow slid out, wrapping around Cleo’s wrist. You brought her hand towards your chest, intertwining your fingers in the process as you snuggled deeper into the warmth of your bed.

“Wake up,” she whispered, lightly pressing her lips against your cheek. Her kisses mapped along the side of your face until they met your lips in union. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dull morning light and the gleam upon Cleo’s exterior. 

You rolled onto your back, maintaining your hold upon her hand while the other lifted and cupped her cheek. “You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled with a yawn while casually glancing at the clock. It was nearly five in the morning and surprise grazed your expression. Neither you or Cleo were morning birds and it was a vast surprise that she was the one waking you before sunrise. 

“I have something for you,” she said, tearing your hands apart and crawling across the bed. You sat up, watching her with curiosity as she reached for a box. Sebastian danced, jumping back and forth over her limbs as she held the box in her hand, squealing while he tried to catch a glance into the box. 

Cleo’s green eyes were round and wide, gleam meeting the teeth that shined as she smiled, handing over the box. You stared at the brown cardboard box in your lap with red and green marker stamped atop ‘Merry Christmas’ with a hand drawn Christmas tree. Your cheeks warmed as a giddy girlish smile plastered your face, your insides feeling jittery of excitement laced with pure happiness. Cleo’s own aura had matched yours. It had been rare for you to see her filled with so much glee, sitting upon her knees like a child, awaiting your response.

“What happened to no gifts this year?” you quirked and brought the box up to your ear, shaking it slightly. Ruffled noises could be heard from the inside of the box and you brought it back down to your lap, your eyes wide in concern. “I got you something money can’t buy,” Cleo smiled with hope, “in case I’m not always here.”

Your lips twitched slightly, frowning at her words – in case I’m not always here. For days she had casually been running an idea through your head. You were completely against her bank demise and you had hoped she would take your concern into consideration. Part of you wanted to question if this gift had been her reason but you chose not to dwindle the moment or dwell upon the unknown midst to come; simply focusing upon the gift in your lap. The moment you opened the box, your lips parted in a gasp while your focus glanced between the inside and Cleo’s delighted gaze.

Two small eyes peered up at you behind white cotton fur and you cooed, opening your palms for four tiny feet to jump in your grasp. You brought the mouse to your face, allowing his whiskers to graze your skin. Giggles filled the morning air from the tickles upon your nose and you glanced at your girlfriend, “he’s perfect.”

Sebastian climbed atop of your limbs, his front paws hoisting himself up along your chest. “Though I think Sebastian may be fighting over him,” you giggled, bringing the mouse down to the mattress and allowing him to hop out of your embrace and run around Sebastian. Grabbing Cleo’s hands in yours, you brought her palm to your mouth, kissing the top of her hand, “thank you my love.”

Rain tattered among the window seal, drops cascading down the glass in synchronized rhythm to the sound of thunder rattling. Your eyes were fixated upon the window. There wasn’t much to look at, it had been dark hours into the early morning and you couldn’t remember the last time you got out of bed – let alone stepped foot out of your house. Days turned into weeks, and Christmas was ‘round the corner, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to lull yourself into the spirit of holidays you loved so much. 

It wasn’t the same since Cleo had disappeared. 

You begged and begged for her not to rob the bank but her pride and determination to do better to rescue you both from your shitty apartment were brighter sights. The stubbornness in her willed the purity in her heart but the outcome had been dim sending her straight to Belle Reve. She had been under maximum security and you hadn’t been able to see her since the night she gave you your four legged best friend now named Dimitri. 

He had been an I love you and goodbye all in one. 

In case I’m not always here.

Those six letter words burned your insides to the bone. Oh how you wished her declaration was only a what if situation and not a hint as to what would come. 

Your eyes brimmed from the windowpane to your four legged friend as his whiskers kissed the tip of your nose. A breathy short forceful laugh blew your nose and you reached your hand out from under the pillow. Running your index finger along the top of his head and down his back, “I guess we’re having an early morning, hmm?”

Dimitri wiggled his way over your arm and atop of your shoulder, nuzzling the side base of your neck while you huffed and pushed yourself up. Your feet dangled over the edge of the bed as you braced yourself, your eyes hanging upon your reflection across the mirror. 

The shirt you had been wearing was Cleo’s, a dark gray tattered sweater that hung loosely over a shoulder with a few stains from the coffee you spilled. You put it on the second your apartment grew too empty and quiet, hoping to inhale her scent and be filled with her aroma. The shirt no longer smelled of her but you couldn’t bring yourself to take off for a wash. 

Her cotton sweater had become a hug of home.

Dimitri squeaked in your ear, “I’m going I’m going.”

You aimlessly stared at the Christmas tree in your living room. It felt heavy and cold, like a ghost stalking in the corner, frozen and unable to travel past. It had been untouched, unlit. Christmas had gone from being your favorite, to the holiday you dreaded. Cleo had brought a new meaning to the holiday and without her, it felt as if Jack Frost came instead of the old man in his sleigh.

At least you tried – purchasing a tree and decorating it. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to light it up every night. It was simply there for the concept of the festivities.

Dimitri’s whiskers tickled against your jaw and you sighed, “only because it’s Christmas.” You stalked to the tree and bent down, plugging in the strand of lights, watching as red and green illuminated the room to your face. Dimitri squealed in excitement and you slightly smiled with your lips closed, “breakfast shall we?”

Entering your kitchen, you placed Dimitri on the counter before brazing over to the fridge, to get out leftover pancakes and syrup from the morning prior. Placing them in the microwave, you reached to open a cabinet for a mug, however, Dimitri’s frantic squeals halted your movement. Your eyes widened in worry, “what’s the matter?”

Tiny hands waved side to side and your brows furrowed, “you don’t want me getting my mug?” His head nodded while he waved with his hands, “then how am I supposed to drink my coffee?” Dimitri scurried among the counter top, disappearing through a hole in the wall. 

Leaning upon the edge of the counter, your gaze narrowed as you tried to peer through the small dark hole. Reaching in as Dimitri became visible behind a brown paper bag. “What are you sneaking about?” you arched a brow, taking both Dimitri and the clumped bag in hand. Dimitri squeaked giddy and ran atop of your arm to perch on your shoulder, glancing from your face to the brown paper bag at hand.

It was heavy in your palm yet you ever so carefully peeled it open. Licking your lips, you pulled out a dark green mug, etched with a pine tree–inside laid a crumpled small piece of paper. Your eyes began to blur in glee and you couldn’t help the genuine grin that returned to your face for the first time. 

“You sneaky sneak,” you breathed at your friend and placed the mug down to open the note. 

𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙪 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤 – 𝙘.

[enniewritesathing]

15 OC Questions

I was tagged by @stargazer-sims​ (thank you :3).

Johnathan Vincent Raulo Davidson

Are you named after anyone?

I was going to be named after my dad until my mom found out she was going to have twins; that went right out the window. It’s a little tradition for my mom’s side of the family to have 2 middle names so they went with Vincent Raulo for me. As far as I know, Raulo is my great-uncle on my mom’s side and Vincent is my great-great granddad on my dad’s side. Haven’t really looked into it.

When was the last time you cried?

It’s been a while. The last time I cried is when I visited Jake a couple of months ago. I didn’t really mean to but when it comes to something like that, I have to. I miss him. I hate that he’s not here. He’s not going to be my best man at the wedding and all of that. Grief has a funny way of sneaking up on you, but all you can do is acknowledge it and keep moving one step at a time.

Do you have kids?

Not yet. Brian and I have been talking about it off and on a little bit. We’re still busy with our own things. Brian’s wanting to go back to school and get more certifications and I’m busy with my career with Muay Thai. We’re still young; we got time. When we feel settled, that’s probably when we’re gonna have kids. I’d like at least one daughter.

Do you use sarcasm?

Nah, not really.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I notice how they carry themselves. You can learn a lot from posture.

What’s your eye colour?

Uh, well-- I’d call it amber. It’s because of ... a condition. Lot of people think they’re gold; it depends on the light. I’ve been accused of having color contacts. They stopped after I poke my eye. It’s listed as brown on my driver’s license. (laughs)

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don’t like scary movies. At all. There’s just something about them that is just-- nope. Brian watches them with no problem. How can you sit there and eat popcorn when someone’s getting gutted like a fish?! Or a room full of creepy dolls? No thanks; give me a happy ending that makes sense any day.

Any special talents?

I’ve got a talent for attracting cats. Doesn’t matter the temperament, age, size, whatever, they will come to me if I try and talk to them. I’m not sure why. I think it’s my voice.

I have other talents too but, uh... not sure if I can say other than I’m very good with my hands.

Where were you born?

San Myshuno.

What are your hobbies?

Is fixing things a hobby? It’s also my job too; I’m a mechanic, but I like to fix things. Doesn’t matter what it is. I cook a lot, I like to make big meals for Brian’s department. Puzzle games -- my favorite is Baba Is You. I’ve started to take up knitting. I don’t know how Brian can just make a pair of socks in a few days. Every once in a while, I journal. Picked that up from therapy. Sometimes they have little doodles in there. I try to do lowkey things.

Have you any pets?

I have a cat and her name is Lady Spaghetti Wednesday Davidson. Spaghetti for short. Uhm, I named her that because she was just a very wiggly kitten when we adopted her and her fur kinda looks like it with a lot of sauce. We adopted her on a Wednesday. Lady is her title but how she acts, she thinks she’s a queen. Love her to death. If we do get another cat, I’m hoping that they’re full grown. Kittens are a handful.

What sports do you play/have played?

Don’t let the pretty face fool ya. I’m a professional fighter. Muay Thai since I was... 6 or 7. I’m glad I stuck with it. Competitively since I was 8, skipped amateur and pro at around 18. I’ve won state, regional, national, intercontinental, international and even world. I guess I got so good at it because I needed an escape when Jake died. I had a lot of anger and things like that; my uncle Elijah is also a pro fighter, world champ, and he’s also my kru, my teacher knew how to quell it and make it useful. Expectations are high for me. Always been. Doesn’t bother me anymore.

How tall are you?

5′10″.

Favourite subject in school?

History and Math. I know those are the most boring subjects but I’ve always liked them. Maybe because I look at them like puzzles.

Dream job?

Livin’ it. I’ve got a lucrative career in Muay Thai and I’m a mechanic for the city. I don’t see that changing anytime.

[kabukibun]

If Wanderer can sew and make dolls, then I can imagine the Kabukimono taking up knitting. He makes scarves, socks, mittens, and sweaters for mommy to keep warm during the cold winter months. As for Scaramouche, I could see him do some wood carving when he gets bored, making figurines and decorations. He once made a bird house but it looked more like a bird mansion than a house.

I just love the idea of all three of them doing arts and crafts. :3

Love this!! With all their crafting, they become pros. Nothing is sweeter than a handmade gift too! The boys make sure their craft is extra perfect when gifting it to their mommy, still feeling shy when they hand it to her.

Kabukimono knitting tiny clothing for the dolls that Wanderer has made of each of them and mommy, while Scara carves a small miniature home for the dolls!

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

New pinned post bc I can't be bothered trying to find the old one! Yes, I'm that lazy. And I like a do-over sometimes.

Hi, I'm Catkin. This is my corner of the internet, and here I'll stay. I'm Christian, female, my self esteem is at an all time low, I can be extremely depressing, and I don't know why people bother following me. Anyway, the fact that life's hard sometimes doesn't mean God isn't the light that shines in the darkness.

I'm a photographer. Most or all photos you see here will be taken on my Canon EOS 850D (for all you fellow nerds) and tagged #catkin photos. What I share are typically unedited screenshots of the image (usually nature or bird photography), and are not to be reposted, though reblogs are welcomed. They're what I vaguely call my 'tier 2' photos - usually ones that I particularly like, but not my very favouritest, some of which I'm gradually gathering into a collection. I'm interested in eventually selling photos, but I don't know how that actually works. If you're interested in using my photos for anything at all, PM me and we can discuss it.

I'm a writer. Excerpts will be shared usually under the tag #excerpts, although that's not consistent. My current project is affectionately known as taira (main character's name) and thus all excerpts of that will be tagged #taira excerpts. I intermittently tag most writing-adjacent posts as #writing, but that's very iffy. I welcome feedback. Other relevant tags for other projects are #vaniah, #adira, #backburner projects, and others that will crop up from time to time. #paddy, #sheba, #spry and #minna are all associated with taira. If you want to know anything about any specific projects (or a summary of my projects at the moment!) just drop me an ask, anytime! I try and keep anon on as much as possible, though if necessary I'll close the askbox at times.

I have... an embarrassing number of hobbies. I'm also vaguely an artist (#catkin cannot draw), a cook (#disaster in the kitchen), and an absolute fangirl (#narnia, #aogg, #p&p, #north and south). (And other fandoms.) Oh, and I knit as well (#catkin knits), current obsession socks (#catkin knits socks).

If you know me by my official author's name, and you're coming either from real life or from a discord server (or other places you could know me), just drop me a line if you plan to follow me. Anyone who follows me and I recognise from another place, and they haven't talked to me about it, is fairly likely to get blocked. Just a heads-up.

Anything that I remember - and I sha'n't promise to be consistent though I'll try - that's generally triggering or just downcast and sad and me spiraling a little bit goes under #puddleglum hours. For one specific topic I've started using the tag #16% mortality rate they say. If you immediately know to what I refer, I'm so sorry and we can both get through this. For everybody's sakes, I hope you don't. I try to limit that sort of posting, but it's likely to increase especially in the next couple of months, but hopefully (HOPEFULLY) at some point after that it will reduce (I... might get help. I might not).

The only thing that will be an automatic block on all my sideblogs and my main is pro-ED content. If you have it in your account and interact with me I may squint very hard but I won't immediately block you. But if you put any kind of pro stuff in the tags or comments? (Including pro tags, trust me, I know 'em) I'm gonna just straight-up block you. And report, if I've the energy.