#“where's kitty” you might be saying. well. She Was The Car.

[aquapolis]

please look at what i just found hiding in my csp files from a year ago

#i need to redraw this. i need to redraw thsi and also include goechacco. and jigen badtz maru and fujiko mymelo (they dont have punny names) #“where's kitty” you might be saying. well. She Was The Car. #i designed a collab outfit for her too. this was my personality for like two weeks. #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin monkichi and zenigata tuxedo sam oyu will always be famous #cherry art

[spoopdeedoop]

hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au

(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)

BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons

nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver

both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)

i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately

they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about

(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)

nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"

twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal

eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it

sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back

(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")

eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty

kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair

(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)

anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship

kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together

they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)

nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."

(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)

eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste

sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"

friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)

eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one

anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic

#doctor who #spoop speaks #if anyone has a name for this au i'm OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS #if anyone wants to write fic/draw art for this au YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. IM ACTIVELY BEGGING. PLEASE #might delete this post if i get too self conscious it is. just. words. ew

[moonah-rose]

This was what I originally thought was going to happen as I was watching the exorcist scene. Had planned to write this as a fic but don't think I've got the energy.

-

Everything is the same up until the exorcism. Only when Alison gets down there, she sees the ghosts all stood in front of the Vicar, frozen as he speaks. They shout at her that they can't move. Alison tries to tell him to stop but Betty encourages it to continue. Alison slaps the Bible out of his hands but its too late - a bright light shines down on the ghosts, blinding Alison for a few seconds, then when she opens her eyes they're gone.

Panicking, she begins running around the house, calling their names, begging them to show themselves so she knows they're OK. But nothing. Eventually Betty finds her collapsed in tears. She asks why she could be upset and Alison explodes at her about how she had no right to do that, how the ghosts were her family and she's just sent them away. Betty is shocked and then feels awful once the truth settles but also berates Alison for not being honest. Mike finds Alison and holds her, telling his mum it's best she goes.

Alison doesn't sleep all night, having waited for the ghosts to come back if they could. The next morning Mike suggests they take a walk with Mia. They walk towards the lake and a bereft Alison is promising Mia she's going to hear all about her aunts and uncles who loved her so much. Like how sweet Auntie Kitty was, how naughty Uncle Julian was-

"And how handsome Uncle Thomas was?"

And Alison replies: "Yes how handsome Uncle Thom..."

She pauses. Then turns her head.

The ghosts are stood there, on the other side of the fence, smiling at her. She screams in shock and relief and Mike is confused but also relieved once Alison confirms they're all there and all safe. She asks what happened and they say they saw the same light but then woke up outside the grounds.

And now they can't get back in.

The exorcism didn't make them get sucked off; it banished them from the grounds. Alison asks if that means they're stuck in Maddox's place now. But Cap has already done a run and found he could go farther then Maddox. There doesn't seem to be any boundaries for them anymore.

Kitty begs Alison to call the Vicar back so he can undo it. Julian suggests perhaps a Satanic priest might be better. Alison hesitates and then asks; "Is that what you guys really want? You're free now. You can go wherever."

That hasn't really sank in for them, they're more concerned with being separated from Alison. But Alison tells them she's not interested in staying in the house either; not without them. If they're gone then she and Mike might as well take the golf resorts offer and buy a new place - once which the ghosts are more than happy to visit. However; they're also free to go where they want in the world, without restrictions.

It takes some sorting out as Alison sells the place and the guys stay on Maddox's land for the meanwhile until the moving vans are there. But this time as they drive out, the car and van stops, Alison beeps the horn once they exit the gates and all the ghosts pile in to either the backseat of the car or the van. Then they drive off together.

Cut to a few Christmas' later, the now loaded Coopers are setting the table and the ghosts start to arrive but in different orders. Alison welcomes them back happily, Mia can't see them anymore but she still waves to them when her mum says they're there. As they sit, Alison asks what they've all been up to in their various travels - except for Julian, the others aren't able to call or text her. Fanny finally snuck onto a luxury cruise but didn't seem as good as the Titanic. Thomas went to Venice to see if much had changed ("still nice"). Cap has been visiting WWII memorials and trying to find information on Havers. Pat visits his grandson. Humphrey has visited Paris. Kitty had discovered nightclubbing in London and joined in many hen parties. Julian goes to the House of Commons to watch Rachel speak out (he also does other stuff not suitable for Mia's ears). Robin says he went to the moon - everyone gasps- but he's only joking, he went to NASA but wasn't stupid enough to try to climb aboard any launched satellites- maybe next manned mission though.

Alison reminds them that they're all free to stay over Christmas as long as they want, but they say how they wouldn't impose for too long as they wouldn't want to be too in the way - though there are spare rooms for them to share when they need. They are all happy to spend time with the Coopers, coming back whenever they can, but always promising to spend Christmas together.

#this isnt a My Idea Is Better thing #but i just really want the ghosts to not be trapped anymore #especially my robin #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #a christmas gift

[hellfireclubmember]

Phlegmy and Red-nosed

a/n: okay, i've been struggling w writing anxiety lately. like the more i waited in posting the more anxious i got about writing anything and the less i did it. so i figured i should just break through it before i never write again. don't hate this pls *i wrote more to this but cut it cuz i thought it would b too much, it might feel incomplete or something*

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

warning(s)/concept: just sick steve, this might b a little messy so forgive me

summary: steve is very sick but refuses to go home or cancel his date w u so dustin takes matters into his own hands.

The bell above the door at Family Video rang but Steve’s head stayed down on top of his arms, eyes closed. His windbreaker zipped up completely which he never did, looked too dorky in his opinion. But at that moment, he had no other option. He was freezing cold, shivering in fact.

“Dude, you look awful.” Max said as Dustin and Lucas walked through the aisles of movies.

“Thank you, Maxine. Always a pleasure.” Steve didn’t even bother opening his eyes to look at her. In his mind’s eye he could already see the icked out look on her face. An expression of hers everyone knows too well.

Max stood in front of the counter and looked around for her other friends. As fun as it is to make fun of Steve, she was slightly concerned for him. She had never seen him look the way he did. Sick Steve was a pretty rare sight. Beat up Steve sure, but phlegmy and red-nosed, never. Her eyes met Dustin’s through the stands fully stocked with tapes. Her eyes widened slightly and motioned to Steve, demanding him to walk over.

Dustin put the tape he had in his hand back, walking to the counter. When his eyes landed on Steve, he immediately knew he was feeling like hell. Steve would never flatten his hair just to rest his head. “Hey, buddy. You alright?”

Steve’s response was a groan.

“Where’s Robin?” Lucas spoke as he looked around for her.

“She’s sick.” Steve’s voice was a little raspy as he spoke and the feeling in his throat made him want to never speak again.

“Yeah, well, I hate to break it to you Steve but she definitely got you sick.” Dustin said. “You gotta go home and rest.”

“I can’t. After my shift ends, I have a date.” Steve tried to breathe through his nose but it was so clogged he had to just take a breath through his mouth.

Everyone rolled their eyes at his response.

“Cancel it. I’m sure whatever chick you have lined up will understand.” Lucas put his hand on Steve’s shoulder as he spoke to show some support.

Steve knew you would definitely understand but he had been looking forward to this date. You and Steve had officially been on 7 dates, and that is honestly a new record for him. These days he’d have maybe one date with a girl, then it would just turn into casual sex and just naturally fizzle out. But he really liked you. He had convinced himself that you were way too good for him. You were this delicate, beautiful, shy girl with a heart full of kindness and sweetness.

The first time you and Steve met, you were on your knees at the side of the road. The gravel was digging into your delicate skin, your pretty skirt was too short to protect it. You were so low on the ground; he almost drove past you.

He pulled over to make sure you weren’t hurt and when he got out of his car to ask, he saw that you were knelt in front of a very scrawny looking kitten. You had a can of cat food in your hand, holding it still for the kitty to eat straight out of. (Turns out you keep at least one can of cat food in your bag at all times, just in case you come across a hungry cat) He watched the kitten scarf down its meal until you looked up at him, all doe eyed. You whispered the sweetest hello up to him; he felt a wave of immediate endearment swallow him whole. You got him with the first word he heard you say. He would feel pathetic if he didn’t feel so lucky.

“It’s not any chick. It’s (y/n).” Dustin whispered to Lucas.

“Oh. Wow, you’ve gone past the three-date mark with this one.” Max leaned on the counter. “You must really like her.”

Another groan from Steve.

And then it hit Dustin. There was a way he could get Steve to go home and make sure he saw you. Without a word, Dustin turned on his heel and started making his way out of the door of the video store. Leaving his friends standing there in confusion.

-

Dustin lived about four houses down from you. He had seen you reading under the sycamore tree in the front yard a few times, so either you live there or you really like reading on other people’s property.

The boy biked all the way to your house.

When you answered the door, he managed to get some words out in between gasps for breath. Explaining to you that Steve was very sick and refused to go home from work or cancel your date with him. He was about to beg you to come with him to the video store, but before he could even ask, you were grabbing your keys and locking the door to your house.

The image of Steve sitting at work whilst running a fever put a real pep in your step. You grabbed your old bike, fully prepared to just leave the hunk of rust at the video store. As you started the journey, you were already concocting a speech in your head in order to convince him to let you drive him home in his car. You knew how careful he was about the Beemer.

You peddled behind Dustin, praying the bike chain wouldn’t just break off. There were moments you completely believed it would but your childhood bike really held up. As you parked it next to Dustin’s, outside of the video store, you silently thanked her for being so kind.

“He’s gonna kill me.” Dustin mumbled before grabbing your hand and walking you into the store. Steve’s head was in the same position it was when Dustin had left, which means he didn’t see you walk in with the curly-haired boy.

You approached the counter slowly. Whilst Max and Lucas quietly asked Dustin if you were ‘the girl’.

“Stevie...” You whispered, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at him. His face was paler than usual and his nose was slightly red, and it made you frown. Steve looked so lethargic it made your heart ache.

The moment he heard your sticky sweet voice his head snapped up. You stood in front of him, a small smile on your soft features and for a moment he forgot how awful he felt just a second ago.

“Hi, angel.” He murmured, trying his best to save his voice.

“Hi, Stevie.” Your smile widened and the tension in your shoulders disappeared, relief filling your chest at the sight of him. “We have to get you home, honey. You need to rest.”

“But our date-“

“We’ll have plenty of time for another date.” You reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’ll take such good care of you; you’ll be healthy again in no time.”

Turns out, Steve really didn’t need much convincing. Even when you asked for his car keys, he just handed them to you; no begging, no bargaining and no complaints. Your prepared speech completely unnecessary.

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[redhead-batgal]

can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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[nonhumanresources]

Catnip For A Sphinx

A while back I met my friend Snepril and got to talking about character lore. Being the person I am I started making jokes about catnip and one thing led to another and a few days later I dropped a story on her head. Here's that story! This one should be a hit with the otherkin in the crowd. Also, her wife Skye is featured, who has since succumbed to kitty propaganda.

Summary: April buys novelty catnip wine for her cat to try out and decides to give it a taste herself. She quickly discovers that she might not be quite so human as she thought—and also that she loves catnip.

What to expect: lots of fluff (literal and metaphorical), TF in the form of a permanent glamour dropping for the first time to reveal a true form, lots of otherkin vibes, the silly actions of an extremely large cat in an extremely normal-sized apartment, wings, hugs, wives, and collars.

Length: 3.7k words.

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“I’m hooome!” 

April knocked open the apartment door, knob twisted with an elbow. She backed in, arms laden with groceries. It was almost too much to carry, but she only had to take one trip from the car, so it was worth it. 

“You get everything?” Skye, her partner, appeared out of the hallway. She gave April a one-armed hug and tucked her chocolate-colored hair behind her ear and out of her face. Without asking, she grabbed the grocery bags off of one of her arms. 

“Of course I did,” April said, nudging Skye’s foot with her own. “I can carry these, silly.” 

Skye stuck out her tongue in reply. “I know.” The two lugged the food into the kitchen, setting it on the counter to sort out and put away. A particularly heavy bag made a loud clink as Skye set it down, and she tugged it open, curious. She snickered as she pulled out a glass bottle with a familiar reddish-purple tint. 

“Oh my god, where did you find this?” Skye asked, delighted. “Pinot Meow? Incredible.” 

April laughed, shoving a carton of eggs into the fridge. “Walmart! That was the last one on the shelf. I need to see Zorua two glasses deep in that stuff.” 

Skye grinned, eyes glinting. “Perfect. Yes. Oh, this weekend is going to be fun.” 

Rest of the story below the cut. If you prefer a Google docs reading experience you can find that here but only if you reblog this first or I cast magic missile. As always, comments/questions/thoughts would be lovely! If you made it this far, may your days be filled with the wisdom of the fat boar resting in dappled sunlight.

“Is he still pouting in the bedroom?” 

“Mhm. Won’t budge.” The couple’s cat, Zorua, was a little fiend of a man. His fur was as gray as his morals, as Skye liked to say. In reality, he was just needy and particular; they’d forgotten to make his bed just right that morning and he’d been grumpy all day. April figured this was a good way to make amends, and also get kitty blackmail for later. Plus he was all out of treats, so a temporary alternative was needed. 

“Well, intoxicating substances solve all problems,” April declared, snapping the fridge door closed as she dropped the last few tomatoes into the crisper. Skye giggled and pulled her in for a proper hug, their foreheads pressed together.

“A kitty like you would know, wouldn’t you?” Skye teased. April squeezed her. 

“Maaaaybe!” 

“Well, my love, can you get started on dinner? I’ve gotta shower and finish up something for work.” April nodded, breaking the hug and letting her partner head to their makeshift office space. 

“Mind if I pop open the cat wine?” She called out. 

“Go for it, but don’t get him too drunk without me!” Skye replied, laughing. April snagged the bottle in one hand and a shallow plastic bowl in the other, walking over to the bedroom door. She pushed it open slowly, and sure enough, there was Zorua, sitting on the bedside table with his nose in the air. She clicked her tongue, and he opened one eye, glaring at her. 

“Aw, who’s a grumpy man?” April jibed. Zorua closed his eye again and turned away. “Still mad, hmm? Well, I’ve got a treat for you,” she cooed, tiptoeing over to sit on the bed. She made sure not to make it seem like she was actually approaching him; that would only make matters worse. Setting the bowl down on the floor, she twisted the cap on the bottle, popping the seal. 

Immediately, the smell snuck out into the air. April almost sneezed, surprised at its strength. She checked the bottle; mostly water and catnip, with beet for the color. Perhaps catnip smelled stronger than she remembered? Regardless, it was strangely appealing. She poured some out into the bowl, only about half an inch deep, and pushed it into Zorua’s view, hoping the smell would be enough to get him to investigate. 

April stood up once more, ready to go cook dinner, but she hesitated, staring at the bottle in one hand, curious about its contents. Perhaps a little too much so. What did it actually taste like? Catnip didn’t have any particular allure for a human that she knew of; it was literally named after cats, after all. If it was poisonous, the bottle would say so, so why not try it out? Glancing over at Zorua, she gingerly sniffed the cat wine again, then tipped it back, taking a small sip. 

The flavor hit her palette so explosively that she got knocked back on the bed, legs collapsing underneath her. April gasped and coughed, shocked at just how incredible it was. She considered taking another sip—and by the time she had, the bottle was already tipped back in her mouth, brain playing catch up with her instincts. Zorua watched from the bedside table with concern on his furry brow as April drained the rest of the cat wine, then darted away yowling as she flopped on her back, as fluffy as the blankets, the bottle shooting out from between her paws. 

The room swirled. April stared up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly. She licked her lips, long tongue flicking out and swirling across her muzzle. Her cheeks felt weeeeeird. Like there was something on them. She swiped her paws across them, squishing her face; it didn’t help the weird, twitchy feeling, though. She grunted, limbs wriggling as she flipped herself over, standing up on all fours on the bed. She smacked her maw, letting out a soft, happy mrrrp! The sphinx’s wings fluttered, sending the warm air swirling about between her feathers. 

That cat wine was delicious. Her whole body was buzzing with warmth, radiating outwards and into the mottled gray and white fur. She’d have to buy more of it….

...Was there… something to do…? 

Dinner! She still had to cook! April’s eyes shot open, and her wings flung out to the sides—one of which slammed into the wall and shoved her right off the bed, yowling and tumbling to the floor. 

Finding her feet, April fluffed up her fur, indignant. How dare. She gave the wall a solid, fifteen second glare to show her displeasure. Standing, the bed was a foot or so below her shoulder; it used to be way taller, but she didn’t pay that much mind, as her nose caught a scent that made her pupils dilate. 

Pinot Meow. There was more! Of course there was—she had poured a bowl out earlier. Wobbling on her paws, she slunk around the corner of the bed frame. 

Zorua was there already, slurping up the cat wine. “Heyyy!” April whined, scooting forwards and almost tipping herself over. She skidded to a stop, accidentally dunking a paw in the wine. Zorua made a sleepy fffss! at her, and she stuck her tongue out. She sniffed at her paw—then promptly stuffed it in her mouth, ears flattening happily.

April crouched, lapping from the bowl, purring. She was a human, of course, so it was a little undignified, but only Zorua saw it, and he was no snitch. No one else had to know. The cat stomped away from the bowl, steps unsteady. He made a fuss about it, but no amount of shaky swiping at April’s ears could get her nose out of the wine. Her tongue slowed; after drinking down half the bowl, she leaned forwards, muzzle dunking into her drink. The purring grew louder and more intense as she rested. Her eyes closed to slits, bubbles breaking the surface of the wine each time she breathed out of her mouth, her nostrils wide. 

April rested like that for a while, not quite napping, but certainly out of it. Even though she was quite large—human sized, she told herself smartly, although in reality it was closer to a toy horse—the amount of catnip-infused wine she’d drunk was doing a serious number on her. Taking in deep whiffs of it, her mind wandered, imagining soft blankets, beds strewn with treats, the liquid gold of sun rays….

….

“April?!”

The sphinx snorted, sucking up wine into her nose. She coughed and splattered it all over her face, accidentally tipping the bowl over with a paw as she spun to face the doorway, tail stuck straight up in the air. Her wings flapped madly, gusts billowing around Skye, who let out a sharp cry. 

“I was NOT sleeping!” April declared. To Skye, it sounded much more like “Mor-oooow!” Her eyes flicked back and forth between the stain on the carpet and April’s face. 

“Oh my god, you got into the cat wine, didn’t you?” she burst out. 

“NO,” April huffed. Or rather, “MROW.” 

Skye didn’t listen, gripping the door frame. “I can’t believe you ACTUALLY turned into a sphinx, and the first thing you do is get kitty wine everywhere!” 

“It’s—I’m clearly still human, see?” April countered, sitting back on her haunches and holding up her forepaws, swinging them a bit as she tried to keep her balance. Skye giggled despite the amazement on her face. The sphinx planted her paws on the ground and stood, indignant, ready to march over and give Skye a piece of her mind. Walking wasn’t easy, unfortunately, and she found herself face-planting on the carpet with a surprised brrr! Her wings flapped once, then settled on either side of her like a disheveled cloak. 

“Drunk cat,” Skye scoffed, looking down at April. “Let’s get you cleaned up. I guess you didn’t make dinner, then?” The sphinx looked away, huffing. 

Skye disappeared, returning a moment later with a towel. April stumbled back up to her paws, sitting firmly on her haunches to keep from falling over. Her partner sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for April to come over to her. “Here, I got something to get all that wine.”

April huffed, head held high, the picture of sphinxly, catlike pride. But human, of course. She wasn’t actually a sphinx. That would be silly, she thought, pawing at the whiskers still tickling her face.

“Is someone grumpy?” Skye accused, folding her arms and furrowing her brow in a caricature of frustration. “Is someone all mad because she made a mess?” 

“Ech-ch-ch-ch!” April flicked her tail, making SEVERAL dissatisfied noises at Skye, who echoed each one back at her. She didn’t even get the subvocal tones right. April heaved herself back to her feet and marched over, lecturing Skye on proper throat positions (really just a bunch of indignant meows), but the moment she felt Skye’s hands on her ears, her butt hit the floor once more, a purr bubbling up her throat.

Skye dabbed the towel on April’s chin. She glanced away, grunting, but Skye gently pushed her face back towards herself, rubbing the towel into her wet fur. 

“Mrrrp.” April’s eyes crossed. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” Skye cooed, digging her fingers into the sphinx’s cheek fluff. 

“Mrrooooowwwwww.” 

“Oh, someone has OPINIONS,” Skye sang, mopping up April’s throat. As she moved the towel up and down, her purr-growl went up and down in tone with each pass. 

“Ffffsss!” April sputtered like a dying engine, the statement sending her already impaired brain into a tizzy. 

“Opinions too big even for a big kitty like you! They’ve gotta get out!” 

“Mmmrooooow!”

“Go ahead, tell me all about it.” 

April kept up the back-and-forth with Skye for some time while the latter cleaned off her face and neck. It took a while, but finally the soaked towel was tossed aside. April’s nose followed it, but Skye cupped her palm on the side of her face, fingers scritching under her floof. 

“No more of that for you,” she chided. “You’ve had more than enough.” 

April chattered at her, but opted to not argue, since staying put meant more pets. She leaned into it, blinking slowly up at Skye, who smiled down back. 

“What are we gonna do with you, huh?” she mumbled. April wasn’t entirely sure what she meant—she was just a little bit drunk, after all—but stretched her neck out and gave Skye a reassuring lick on the cheek. She laughed, pushing her face back. “Aw, come on, you have kitty breath!” 

April didn’t stop, planting her paws on either side of Skye on the bed and licking her cheek again. Skye made a valiant effort, but couldn’t keep the cat away, giggling. After a moment, though, April shrunk back. Her muscles bunched, fur rippling. Before Skye knew what was going on, April leapt up onto the bed, pushing her into the middle of it and, fwump, dropping right on top of her. Muffled protests sounded from somewhere under the mound of fluff, but April could hardly hear over her own purr. 

Wings fluttering to rest splayed across the bed and drooping to the floor, relaxed and content, the sphinx nodded off, soon followed by her partner, slipping into the realm of fluffy dreams. 

___

 April awoke to sunbeams warming her back. Her head felt like it was full of cotton. Skye was already up; April could hear her puttering about in the kitchen. She stretched, ears flattening, wings shuddering before collapsing back down flat. Something about them felt… off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She yawned, arching her back, tail fluttering in the air. She stared down at one of her paws, admiring the rosettes that coated her fur. 

Paws. 

Those… didn’t have fingers. 

“I’m a SPHINX?!” April’s yowl brought Skye running in from the kitchen, decked in an apron. She stood on the bed, fur on end, wings raised and knocking against the ceiling as she heaved in and out. Skye raised her hands placatingly. 

“Hey! It’s okay, I’m here, you’re fine!” 

April stared at her, eyes wide with disbelief. “What happened?!” 

Skye scooted up to the edge of the bed, gesturing for April to close her wings. She did so slowly, regaining control over the massive appendages, settling down in a loaf on the bed. Skye rubbed one of her ears, eliciting a purr. 

“The cat wine triggered something,” she explained. “At least, I assume. You had it all over yourself.” 

“Seriously? I got all furry because of catnip? How is that stuff even legal if it does… THIS to people?” April groaned. 

“Well, you are a bit of a unique circumstance, to be fair.” 

She sighed. “I suppose.” The sigh blended into the purr as Skye moved her hand to the other ear. 

“The catnip was probably normal, and maybe all those conversations about hiding in a human form were your subconscious trying to signal you. Or maybe it was actually magic catnip. Does it really matter, though, when you were a sphinx before and you’re a sphinx now?” 

April leaned forward and bonked her forehead against Skye’s face. The words felt warm in her chest, and when she tried to speak, all that came out was a stutter and an affectionate mew. 

“I guess what was the right thing to say, then,” Skye chuckled, hugging her sphinx. “I made breakfast, since you were too busy catting it up last night to make dinner. C’mon, I’m starving.” 

Skye stood, and April followed, thumping down to the floor and plodding along behind Skye. Her nose twitched, and she realized that she knew what she’d find in the kitchen before even getting near the doorway. 

Sure enough, there was a bowl of cereal and fruit sitting on the table alongside a plate with a few slices of simple grilled chicken. Zorua was fixated on it from one of the counters, but upon seeing April, bounded down and out of the room. She didn’t mind; more for her. She could already feel her mouth salivating. Skye pulled out a chair and sat down; April nudged the one on her side out of the way, more than large enough to sit on her haunches and still reach her plate. She sat down daintily, and promptly attacked her chicken like an animal. Skye just laughed and ate her breakfast in silence. 

What was going to happen next? April could already tell that this meal wouldn’t be satisfactory; she was a big cat, and big cats needed to eat a lot. That was going to be expensive. Not to mention her job—she worked from home, but IT was going to be extremely difficult with a keyboard built for hands. A small shiver went down her spine; she really did have paws. She’d checked four times already. As exciting as that was, that still meant half the income if she couldn’t figure out work, and could get away without showing her face anywhere. 

There was so much to consider. Was a wardrobe necessary? How could she get outside? This apartment wasn’t made for a cat that was almost as tall as the average human; she barely fit as is. Oh, god, what about bathrooms? She’d need a litter box half the size of the living room! She DEFINITELY wouldn’t fit in the bathtub, even using the showerhead—was she going to have to lick herself clean? Did sphinxes have to do that sort of thing at all? Was she actually mythical, or just unconventional? There… was a sort of blue glow at the edges of her vision, if she didn’t focus on anything in particular, and looked at juuuust the right angle….

…

She blinked, eyes focusing on her plate and the last abandoned strip of chicken. April looked up and saw Skye looking at her, concerned. 

“What now?” she whispered. 

Skye sat in thought for a moment, then set down her spoon. “Honestly? Not a clue. But hey, aren’t we lucky that you gained a mighty sphinxly form on a weekend?” 

April smiled. It was lucky. Far more time to sort things out. She bent down, predator’s teeth easily snatching up the last bite of chicken.

“I’m just glad you can talk now. You were so wacked out on catnip last night that you couldn’t do anything but meow!” 

April’s eyes bulged, nearly choking on the piece of chicken. She barely managed to keep her wings in check, lifting a paw to her chest instead as she swallowed. “I what?!” 

Skye nearly fell out of her chair laughing.

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“I’m hooome!” 

April’s ears perked up at the sound of the front door. She climbed to her paws, circling around furniture lithely, feathers brushing up against chairs and walls. The apartment was small, but she could deal with it. 

Skye stood in the entryway, a bag dangling off one arm as she took her shoes off. She smiled at April, reaching out and running a hand through her hair. “How was your day?” 

“Lazy,” April remarked, purring and rubbing up against Skye’s legs, almost pushing her off balance. “Big cats need lots of sleep, after all.” Skye laughed. 

“Big cats also usually don’t work in IT, Miss Sfeenks.” 

April chuckled back, tail coiling and uncoiling around one of Skye’s ankles. She stuck her snout into the handles of the plastic bag. “I can carry that for you.” 

“If you insist!” Skye responded, slipping her arm out. The light bag settled on the bridge of April’s nose. “Just don’t look inside, you’ll ruin the surprise.” 

“I thought you were just buying lint rollers.” 

“Well, that was the plan. You’ll see soon enough!” 

April shrugged, plodding back through the living room to go and drop the bag on the bed. It couldn’t have more than one or two things in it, based on the weight. She slowed to a stop, one paw still held in the air, as the bag bumped against her whiskers. The sphinx stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, before her nose twitched and she let out a huge sneeze, covering it with a wing. 

The bag didn’t fall, but one handle did slip off her nose. She pawed at it, bapping herself in the face on accident, determined to get it back on while simultaneously not looking down.

After much trial and error, April managed to slip the loop back over her nose and carted the bag to the bed, where she deposited it without incident. Skye followed shortly thereafter; April settled down on the floor in a loaf, legs tucked comfortably underneath herself and eyes half closed. Skye sat on the edge of the bed, pulling out the lint roller she’d gone to buy, attacking the sheets with it. April had found that even with the colder weather, she was shedding. It was going to be awful in the summer. At least she’d get brushed, though. That was a compromise she—

“MROW!”

Hands. Neck. Plus… oh, no.

April’s brain short circuited as she felt a ring of soft leather encircle her throat. Skye had taken advantage of her reverie to lean down and tug something around her neck. Logically, the answer was obvious, but April’s thoughts kept falling apart before she reached the conclusion. Skye’s warmth rested on her fur, hot breath blowing across her hair and ears. She could feel the smile in that breath. As soon Skye tugged the leather nice and snug, hands falling away, April spun around to face her. 

“EXCUSE MEEEOW!” she snarled, tripping over her own feet in her rush, all the poise of a cat gone in a moment. She stumbled and plopped her head right into Skye’s lap, who jumped.

“Woah! Hey there~,” she sang, hands immediately wrapping up and around behind April’s head, laced together there, playing with the… the….

“How do you like your new collar, little miss opinions?” 

April lost it then and there, sputtering in a mixture of shock and absolute giddiness, human words escaping her tongue. She smushed her face, hot under the fur, into Skye’s belly, hiding. Her whole body shook with the strength of her purr, even as the muffled yowls continued. 

“Aw, she loves it! Such a polite sphinx, wearing such a dignified little collar!” Skye bent over and wrapped her arms around April’s middle. She was still sputtering and chattering and whining into Skye’s shirt. All thought slammed to a halt, her entire being focusing on that soft ring around her neck, so… so right.

Skye mumbled into the fur and feathers on her back. “I figured you’d like it. A beautiful sphinx like you deserves proper accessories, after all. Plus, I just couldn’t help it.” She squeezed April tightly. “Now, who’s my good girl?” 

“Nyah! E-er, nnnnyot faaaair!” April wailed, finding her words once again. 

“Of course it’s fair, sphinxbutt. You’re just simply a good girl, nothing to it!” 

“Mrraah!”

“Meow meow meow, says the kittypet!” 

April’s speech flew from her once more. She kept meowing, but Skye’s insistent praise flitted in through her sharp ears, settling down in her brain. They stayed like that for a while, comfortably embraced, sphinx and wife, and only one coherent thought managed to breach the surface of April’s wildly roiling mind. 

No one would ever convince her to take her new collar off. 

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[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween II

Content: 1.9k words of the return of dad Levi as the Ackerman family go to a Halloween party with friends.

Warning: One suggestive comment near the end. Only read through once!

Read part one (not required) here's part three

"But, where's my little princess?" Levi frowns.

"Daddy! I'm a cat!" Levis now seven year old daughter, dressed all in black with fake whiskers, jumps at him with false claws.

He feigns fear for her sake, making her laugh.

"Well, alright I guess." It's what she wants. But up until last year she was always a princess and it hurts his heart a little.

"Are you ready?!" She asks wildly, as if she's already had too much candy.

"Just waiting on your mother." He says, stepping out of her way, heading towards your bedroom.

"Love?" He calls out and you hum his name.

He half smiles at seeing you standing in front of the mirror, dressed as a witch, fixing your hat.

You catch his eye in the mirror and whirl around.

"Spooky. Gonna put a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman?" He jokes and moves towards you, arm going around your waist to hold you.

"Would it get you to put these on?" You pull out devil horns and grin at him, hoping.

You and some other friends are taking your kids to an indoor Halloween party at their school. Parents are encouraged to dress up as well, but so far Levi isn't having it.

Levi sighs and shakes his head. "Come on! Please?" You continue before he can say anything.

"We'll take such cute family photos. Just put these on, wear a red shirt, anything!" You won't push your luck with a pitchfork and tail.

"We already are a cute family." He reminds you, taking the horns and pulling out the red shirt from his drawer that you just so happened to come across last week and thought you should get him.

Yes, you have him under a spell, you and your daughter, and he never wants to wake up.

"Yay!" Your daughter claps as she sees daddy is in fact participating, ever so slightly.

You gather some baked goods you made to bring and Levi gets the bag of candy to contribute to the cauldron, and the three of you get in the car to head to the school.

"Are you excited?" You ask the seven year old.

"Yes! Do you think uncle Jean will be there?" She asks of one of her favorite adults.

"Sure, he, Connie and Sasha said they'd be there." You smile when her face lights up at this news.

The trio might not have any kids between them, but they're always helping out at the school with the kids.

"Don't eat too many sweets, kitty." Levi tries to set some boundaries since there will be candy at home from Trick or Treating tomorrow.

"Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes, as if this is an option.

You snort at her reaction and Levi raises an eyebrow.

"When did you get so sarcastic?" He wants to know. He's pretty sure it started sometime this year.

You park the car and head inside the school gym where there's lots of people already.

There's ghosts and princesses and superheros running around. Most of the parents are dressed up too. There's games and contests and music. Something for everyone.

"Ackermans!" Connie, dressed as a theater usher, is helping at the front door and takes the tray from you to put with the rest of the things.

"Hey Levi, where's your pitchfork?" Connie nudges him.

"Don't push it." He says, going to dump the candy into the already overflowing cauldron.

"Hi!" Sasha, in a pizza slice outfit, waves happily at seeing you all. She's passing out the candy and making sure there's no arguing about who gets what.

"Oh, so scary!" She says at seeing one of her favorite little human beings, running at Sasha full speed.

"Be careful!" You shout, barely heard above all the noise. But all is well as Sasha catches her and stays upright, costume and all.

Connies leaves his post for a moment to come admire the black cat outfit as well.

In no time at all three pieces of candy and two baked goods (one for you) are gone, with more treats coming.

"Where's my favorite kid?"

She squeals at the familiar voice who playfully pulls her tail and turns to see Jean, dressed as a caveman.

"Uncle Jean!" She latches on to his leg, making everyone laugh.

"How come he's the favorite?" Connie asks, but it's all in fun.

"Gonna enter in the costume contest? I'm hosting. There's one for adults too." He looks to you in your full witch outfit.

"Yeah! Let's go sign up." You take your daughters hand and with Jean head over to enter your names, knowing full well to leave Levi outta this one.

Connie and Sasha go back to their posts and Levi looks around the room.

He sees Armin and Annie helping host games like ring toss and mini golf, Mikasa helping with crafting spooky characters out of toilet paper rolls, and Eren and Historia leading a scavenger hunt, among many other things.

"Levi! Where's the ladies?" Erwin has come in with his family, making sure to stop and see Levi. "She got you in horns at least, I see." He chuckles as Levi rolls his eyes.

"No doubt a suggestion from you." Levi has no proof, but it's something Erwin would assist with.

He has a matching superhero outfit with his wife and son, who has run right over to mini golf.

The men talk and somehow get roped into helping with musical chairs hosted by Hange, who Levi hadn't even recognized in full makeup.

It seems like it takes forever to get down to one chair but finally someone wins and Levi makes a break for it.

"There you are!" Finally you spot him, you've been looking for a while now.

"Hey. Um, I was helping with games." He points to the section with the chairs.

"Awe, that's so sweet." You reward him with a kiss.

You know events like this can be out of his comfort zone. But he tries for you both.

"Where's our kitten?" Levi notices she's not with you.

"Oh, she met Miche and his son and are playing games. You should see their matching outfits, it's adorable!" You gush over the lumberjack costumes.

Levi pouts a little, because he really could've dressed up more which would have made you happy.

"Don't worry. I adore you as is." You sense it and lean in to kiss him again.

A few more games and snacks and helping out and it's time for the contests. Miche and his son win the matching costumes, and your daughter is voted cutest animal.

"Mommy I won!" She comes up holding the play gold medal to show you.

"So cool!" You jump up and down with her.

"Alright, the individual adults now!" Jean announces from the stage.

Third time is not the charm and you lose out to Erwins wife. A perfectly acceptable alternative that leaves your daughter sad.

"It's alright sweetie. Look, mamas not sad." Levi holds her as you come over.

"What's wrong?" You ask with concern.

"She, she won but…you're pretty too!" She sobs and reaches for you.

"Oh." You chuckle some. "It's alright, really. No reason to be sad!"

Erwins wife see the commotion and comes over to comment on the crying girls and your outfit.

"It should've been a tie! Your mommy is beautiful!" The woman your daughter calls auntie says, helping dry tears.

She's only seven and still has things to figure out. But Levi also wonders if she's tired because it's getting late.

"Let's go play bean bag toss!" Erwins son is there and takes your daughters hand and helps get her back into the action.

If she was tired, that is all gone now as she goes from game to game, especially with Sasha running around with more candy.

"She's a sweet girl who loves her mommy and daddy." Erwin smiles, chalking it all up to the same reasons as Levi.

It is in fact getting later and slowly people say goodbye and others help clean up.

A few games are still being hosted a few more rounds for stragglers, and left over baked goods are being passed out to take home.

"Levi, have you seen the kids?" You had an eye on them just a moment ago and with less people, should spot them easily.

Before any of you jump to conclusions Connie points. "They're in the haystack." He's still helping clean up.

You, Levi and the Smiths wander over and come to a stop, smiling. Well, everyone but Levi.

It seems like the fun was too much and even with the noise your daughter and Erwins son are sleeping soundly together in the pile of hay.

"I don't like this." Levi scowls at the boy holding his daughter, making the rest of you chuckle.

"One day in about twenty years we're going to be in-laws." Erwin smiles happily, going to get his child off the hay.

"Not happening." If looks could kill Levi would have nothing to worry about.

You pinch his side. "Stop that." You push him forward to help Erwin and they get the kids untangled.

"Thanks for a fun night!" You make sure to tell Jean and the other young adults.

As you walk to the car, you're one of the last bunch to leave that isn't still cleaning.

"What do father in-laws call each other?" Erwin continues to dig into the situation.

"Shut up."

"Levi!" You hiss, while Erwins wife tells him to cut it out.

"Daddy don't say that." Your daughter wakes slightly from sleep.

"Sorry, kitten." He says.

You all separate and the kids wave to each other from the cars.

"Did you have fun?" You ask now that she's awake.

"Yes. Sorry for what I did." She's embarrassed about her outburst over the costume contest.

"That's okay. Really. I'm happy to know you're always rooting for me. But it's okay if I don't win." You make sure she knows.

As you file into the house with all the goodies, Levi groans.

"You still going Trick or Treating?" He asks but already knows the answer.

Once you get your daughter to bed you work on getting out of your outfit.

"You still have a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman." Levi stands watching in your room as you're almost undressed.

You look at him over your shoulder with a smile.

"The prettiest witch." He gives a sly half smile.

"Why Mr Ackerman, are you finally enjoying your devils horns?" You ask with a wink and giggle.

Before you can get any further, you hear stirring and your daughter is back awake.

Levi signs and you shrug. Well, that's what it's like with kids.

He goes to see what's up while you put your sleepwear on.

"Daddy. I couldn't sleep." She comes over to him.

"Well, princess, it's late. What's going on? Did we not tuck you in right?" He asks.

She shakes her head and pulls him so he's on her level. "No, I had to tell you. No matter what, I'm always your princess."

She hugs him tightly and Levis heart is full as he hugs her back. You watch from the doorway, feeling so very joyful.

They motion for you and you come join the hug pile. "Thank you." Levi finally says, kissing both of you.

You both have given him everything he's ever wanted. And he'll happily wear whatever costume you pick out for him next year.

#attack on titan #aot #levi #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #dad levi #dad!levi #captain levi ackerman #levi x reader fluff #captain levi #also featuring #erwin smith #104th cadets #happy halloween

[shieldofiron]

Billy gives Eddie shit for not coming to the halloween party. After all, Eddie had proclaimed that despite the fact that the Ball and Chain he'd married himself to didn't celebrate Halloween, that didn't mean that Eddie had to give up his favorite holiday.

He proclaimed it loudly. Annoyingly so.

So Billy began with the taunting when Eddie came into work early the next day, eyes downcast and embarrassed because he'd done exactly as Billy said he would, he'd stayed home.

"So Carver kept you home away from all the ghosties and ghoulies and demons?" Billy grinned sharply and pat Eddie on the back. He tosses the rag in his other hand over his shoulder deciding to take a break from the innards of the Buick he was trying to fix. The shop windows were opened to air out the stench of booze from the party the night before and if anyone looked closely enough at any surface they might see the smattering of dusty glitter that was never going away.

"I get it man, I mean, you have to make sacrifices when you get hitched. He's got to deal with clearing the drain of your poodle hair and he's gotta listen to your music and you've got church on Sunday and have to retire Halloween. I mean I get it."

"No, man no he didn't make me stay home." Eddie clears his throat, nods a hello to Robin at the front desk who waves her fingers disinterestedly in his direction. "I just...I didn't want to go out."

"Sure." Billy laughs before going back to the opened hood of the Buick. "I definitely believe that you willingly didn't go out on your favorite night of the year and that it had nothing to do with your anti halloween husband."

Eddie says nothing as he shuffles towards the front where Robin waves him over, phone receiver at her ear as a customer shouts at her.

"They had sex, Billy," Heather will say later as she slides into his car after her shift at Benny's, apron tossed into the back seat, smelling like coffee and french fries. "Why else would he miss the day, besides, Carver's a closet Halloween freak."

"Lies."

"I'm serious. You know the Kitty Corner Shop in town?"

"The sex store Chrissy says she's not working at? What about it?"

"Jason popped in a week ago and bought some pretty interesting costumes." She waggles her eyebrows. "Little Devil, Little Cupid in his stupid white panties. Crotch...less."

Billy's eyebrows rise high on his forehead and he snorts a hard laugh. Of course, he thinks, of fucking course!

"Well shit, of course he would. It's the only way to keep Munson home on Satan's day!"

They laugh as Billy peels out of the parking lot, Zeppelin playing at high decibels but not loud enough to muffle their bitchy laughter.

-----

Chrissy's eyes glitters, her chin leaning against her palm as she stares at Jason with a downright evil grin.

"So...Eddie stayed home."

"Yeah," Jason wrings his hands. "Only way to get him to stay in on such an unholy day."

Chrissy snorts.

"Unholy? Sweetie, don't you see the hypocrisy in that or should I ask your little devil how he liked his little cupid?"

Jason's blushes hard and Chrissy tumbles forward into a giggle.

(Jason doesn't Halloween and he doesn't want Eddie to Halloween. Of course sex shenanigans was how he was going to get Eddie to stay home. And of course Chrissy helped. And I am a big believer that Billy is a bitch, but a bitch all in good fun. LoL)

HOW DID I MISS THIS IN MY INBOX??? Jason trying to "save Eddie's soul" by dressing up?? Where's his maid costume FR.

#asks #Munver #Tigerfreak #jason carver #eddie munson

[sophietv]

Hey Sophie! I am personally a big lsk believer but I was wondering what you think of the argument that William Bowery is actually Dianna Agron? I’ve seen some theories floating around that it’s likely her as she’s super musical and apparently 1 (or perhaps more) of the WB tracks were recorded at Marcus Mumfords house who is in a band with her ex husband. I suppose it’s always entirely possible that Dianna could be WB and it not be indicative of something beyond a writing relationship/friendship. Especially if they are on good terms. Obviously I want to think WB is Karlie! But sometimes I just like to check my bias lol.

Hi!

Ok, so I did some digging just to be sure to answer all of it as best as I could, because I too need to sometimes check my bias.

I don't know if Taylor and Dianna are on good terms. They could totally be.

But beside the fact that I'm convinced William Bowery is Karlie (I'll give my reasons in a bit), I don't think the fact that Taylor recorded some songs at Marcus Mumfords' home studio means anything concerning William Bowery.

William Bowery has credits as Song Writter and not producer. Taylor wrote those songs at home and needed a studio to record so even if Dianna could have been there (High chances that she wasn't) the songs were already written, so she would have had credits as producer if anything.

Taylor said that she recorded Evermore at his studio. All of Folklore's vocals were recorded at her own home (Kitty Committee Studio) because of quarantine and she was still in quarantine in LA when she recorded Evermore. So how would Dianna have been able to help her write for Folklore too? Because William Bowery has credits on Folklore as well. Here's exactly what she said during LA N2 show about her recording at his studio: "I could not find a studio, essentially, and so Aaron was like, 'OK, let me call around and see if there's anyone who's cool and nice and generous and might be willing to offer up their home studio -- if you do the right amount of testing, you're totally locked down, you're fully quarantined," Swift shared. "So I was like 'Please, I really hope somebody comes through. And so he calls me up and he's like, 'I have really, really good news. Marcus Mumford said that you could record at his home studio." "First of all I'm so excited that he's saving us, because, without this trip, we couldn't have recorded -- five or six of the songs on evermore came from me getting in a car, driving six hours out into the country, past thousands of beautiful sheep, to Marcus Mumford's beautiful house where he has a studio. So, I got to do this." (X)

They were in the middle of the quarantine, hence why she was looking for a place to record since everything was closed. And as Jack said, she was fully quarantined at that point. Marcus Mumford's studio is in LA (X). Wich is a good thing, because Taylor was in LA during the Quarantine while writting Folklore and Evermore, she talks about it in her Musicians On Musicians interview with Rolling Stone. (X) Do you know who else was in LA during the quarantine?? Karlie! (X).

Dianna used to live in LA it's true, but she moved out and sold her house in 2016. Since then, she's been living in New York. So I don't see how it was possible for her to be in LA when Taylor was recording at her own house for Folklore or even for recording Evermore at Macus' studio when the reason Taylor could do it was because she was fully locked down.

And worth mentionning again, William Bowery is credited on Folklore too and has writting credits not Producer credits.

So for all those reasons, I don't think it makes sense to say that Dianna is William Bowery.

And now, there's so much that points at Karlie actually being William Bowery... more than just being exactly in the same city as Taylor during lockdown.

When Taylor wrote Folklore and recorded it directly from her home.

But this is already... a big Koincidences...

I did a thread on Twitter about why I think Karlie is William Bowery, it really needs to be updated though, so I might do a proper one on here.

Here (X)

And to add to all of it, there's all the very BIG Koincidences that Karlie did around the release of Folklore....

Posting herself dancing in a Cardigan 13 days before Folklore release.

Posting herself doing a re-do of Taylor's Lover Eye theory photoshoot with the daisy. 7 days before Folklore's release.

Posting herself in the forest the day before Folklore's release wich prompts a lot of medias to say that she was showing her support to Taylor with those posts.

Posting a video with a code saying "Easter Eggs" the same day

Posting hersels as Betty Crocker from a 2015 photoshoot, 7 days after Folklore's release and captionning "actually me all of quarantine".

Karlie liking a post by Martha Hunt in a Cardigan with the caption "Peter losing Wendy"

Kimby liking a Folklore meme

Exile being released as a single on Karlie's birthday (one of the track where William Bowery is credited)

Betty being also released as a single in August (the other song that William Bowery has co-written).

Derek doing a post about how he loves Cardigan...

And that's just the ones on the top of my head...

Will do a proper post soon-ish... needs to continue my Ultimate LSK Thread Of Koincidences before.

So yeah I definitly have bias... but with all of this. I can say with confidence that Dianna is not William Bowery and that there's a really really high probability of it being Karlie instead.

Hope this answer your question! Thank you for your ask!

#kaylor #lsk #lgbetty #gaylor #william bowery #dianna agron #karlie kloss #koincidences

[musyroom599]

Hi welcome to my new fanfic so...yep hope you enjoy.

Have a awesome day.

Lost kitten p7

You where sitting on the couch waiting for eraserhead to come out of his room. He went in there about an hour ago and still hasn't came out.

You get up from your comfy spot on the couch and walk over to his door. Since Eric was at school. Whatever the heck that was you where pretty attention starved. Even though it's only been in hour without attention.

You'd gotten used to constant attention in the two weeks you'd lived here.

You scratch at his bedroom door mewing louly in hopes of getting his attention so he'd open the door.

After a minute or two you hear movement from inside his room as he walks towards the door.

He opens the door and looks down at you. "It's only been an hour kitty." He bends down and scratches behind your ear gently. Which you gladly welcome.

He sighs and picks you. It surprises you slightly but you relax in his arms. He walks back into his room with you still in his arms closing the door behind him with his foot.

He sits down at his desk which is covered in what looks like to be tests and paperwork.

He sits you in his lap and starts grading the papers while petting you gently. You purr as he pets you eventually falling asleep.

~~~~~

About thirty minutes later your woken up by a buzzing noise that's quite annoying. You look up to see Eraserhead pick up his phone.

Eri had taught you all about phones in one of her lessons at a pretend school she had for her stuffed animals. You where pretty sure most of the info was inaccurate but you had a basic idea on what a phone was.

You hear a voice through the phone it's muffled but you can make it out well enough. "Hey aizawa do you have a class plan for tomorrow?" Eareaser head sighs. "Wait is his name eareaser head, sho, or Aizawa!?" You think to yourself endlessly confused now.

"not particularly do you have an idea?" Eraserhead sighs.

"Well I was wondering if I could do some battle training agian with them" the man on the other end of the phone says. "I know I recognize that voice from somewhere" you think looking at the phone suspiciously.

"as long as I get a day off I don't really care." Eraserhead sighs and starts petting you again. You push into his hand desperate for more attention not really caring about who he's talking to or what his name is anymore.

Eraserhead sighs and hangs up the phone looking down at you. "Guess all might is running out of ideas for training the kids." He sighs.

Your head perks up at the name. "All might!" You thinking happy you figured out who's voice hat was.

You'd seen him on the news quite a bit at your old home. If you remembered correctly he was retired now.

"well the kids are his problem now" he leans back in his chair. He checks his watch. "I need to go pick up Eri now" he picks you up and gently puts you on his desk so he can stand up.

He walks out of his room leaving the door open for you. You follow him to the front door as he throws on his jacket.

"I'll be back, kitty. Stay here" he walks out the front door. Closes it behind him.

You run Over to the window where you watch him get in his car and drive away. You shift into your human form.

"I wish I could pay Eraserhead back somehow. But I guess I can't do that without him figuring out I'm human." You sigh and lean you head back.

Happy new years!!! I hope you liked the fanfic!~

#aizawa x reader #cat reader #aizawa shouta #mha #fanfic #all might

[keelywolfe]

Ficlet: Language Barrier

Summary: Hob always did have a soft heart, whether it was for kittens or anthropomorphic personifications. 

Tags: Established relationship, domestic fluff

Also on AO3

~~*~~

The cement was cold at this time of the morning. Hob didn’t let it bother him and sat on the step anyway, his coffee cup steaming in his hand as he waited more or less patiently for the kitten he’d been after for the past week to come closer.

He’d first seen the little fella through the kitchen window, stalking what might have been a cricket out in the garden. An unremarkable little tabby, too small to be on his own, by Hob’s reckoning, too skinny and grubby. Poor thing was sure to starve or end up dead in the street and Hob’s soft heart wasn’t having it.

Progress was being made. His first offering of tuna had been ignored until he went inside and it could be freely gobbled without witness. A couple days of that, then they'd moved on to the pricy cat food he’d bought being devoured in the middle of the garden while he sat on the steps.

Today, the dish was at the bottom step and Hob sat waiting as the kitten peered out from the shrubbery. He sipped his coffee, trying to appear as nonchalant and unmenacing as a large human could be to a tiny kitten. If he could get the little beggar to trust him a mite, he could get him inside where it was safe from dogs and cars, all the things in the world that were waiting menacingly right around the corner.

“What are you doing?”

It took everything Hob had not to jump out of his skin, and damn certain people for popping in and out of the world whenever they bloody well pleased. Just because Hob couldn’t die from a heart attack didn’t mean he wanted to playact one every other day.

He turned only enough to see Dream, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might scare off the kitten. But not looking simply wasn’t on, not even for kitten appropriation purposes. It still chuffed him too much to see Dream in his house. Especially now, standing in his pale bare feet and those skinny jeans of his, so relaxed and easy here, so different than those first button-up and over starched years.

Besides, Hob wasn’t above admitting he had an appreciation for a well-turned ankle and Dream’s were damn fine.  

“Shhh, don’t scare ‘im,” Hob said, low, tipping his head towards the shrub. “Been feeding him for a week. Poor little guy seems like he’s all alone.”

“Indeed.” Before Hob could protest, Dream crouched and held out a hand. The sound he made, a sort of ‘mrrrph!’ wasn’t one Hob associated with humans, but considering the source, he wasn’t entirely surprised.

More surprising was the kitten immediately vacating the shrubbery to run to him, bypassing even the canned tuna feast to nuzzle Dream’s hand with a contented little meep.

Well, wasn’t that a kick in the pants.

Hob sighed. “Can you at least tell him he can come in the house if he wants? It’s warmer and I’ve a nice soft blanket he can try.”

Dream gently picked up the kitten and let the little brat settle into the curve of his arm. Hob couldn’t be certain, but he thought it might be the both of them purring contentedly. “Stalker of the Wilds says she would be agreeable to that arrangement.”

“Right, then.” Hob gathered up the saucer of food and his coffee and headed in, Dream and the kitten at his heels.

Next time there was a beast living in the wilds of his garden, he’d be sure to bring in the cat whisperer first and save some time. And if he got to listen to Dream speaking in his little kitty voice in the process? Hob would call that a worthy reward for splurging on the good cat treats.

-fin 

#dreamling #dream x hob #dream of the endless x hob gadling #keelywolfe #the sandman

[ghosts-of-love]

I would love a director’s commentary on the Quick and the Dead (wow seasonal) and a 🌟 for Lost then Found

hello!! thank youuuu <3 <3

i'm not sure i can do a director's commentary on the entirety of tqatd so will just go for the first chapter! i'm gonna read it now and write down my thoughts as i go along:

I remember being really unsure about how much detail to put in the ao3 summary about Cap being a vampire or whether to keep it vague. I think I found a nice middle ground – some people know from the get-go and some people start chapter two and are like “omg that’s what this is” and I enjoy that!

always proud of using the word trepidatious in the first line :)

oh I’ve tried to explain this before but I do really like the alternating perspectives in this fic – it’s the first one I’ve written where the different perspectives are included in the same story and I like choosing which bits to overlap and which bits characters would want to skirt past. I also just enjoy the different ways that Pat and Cap speak and think!

Obsessed with how immediately unwelcoming Cap is, it’s hilarious.

The smells of rosemary and lavender lingering after all this time 🥺🥺 Heather my beloved

“The facade is 16th century.” He explains tiredly, “And Henry VIII actually dined here once.” → one thing about me is that I LOVE including actual lines from the show! i will always find a way to shoehorn my favourite bits (because then you know exactly how they would be said, although in this instance i've given Cap some of Alison's lines haha)

Pat could probably live five lifetimes before finishing every book in this bloody house. Hehehoho minor foreshadowing.

“I don't want…” The Captain pauses at Pat’s bedroom door with a resigned slump to his shoulders, “I don’t want to toot our own horn but some say this is the finest house in the county.” He says quickly.  AND AGAIN with the lines from the show!!

the Captain opens the boot, but not before he flinches slightly at the little ‘bib bib’ noise that it makes. Choosing which modern technology will scare or confuse the Captain is great fun :D

I just wanted Cap to be as endearing as possible and also largely terrible at pretending to be a normal human, on account of he spent the last 70 odd years in the company of a witch and some ghosts. (this is in response to him pretending that the box of books is heavy)

love the phrase “bitter gusto” – such a Pat-in-his-feelings-trying-to-unpack-his-car-and-see-the-bright-side kind of vibe

him cutting his hand on the grater was what prompted me to think about and then write the other hand scene in the later chapters. (more on that later in response to a different ask)

but the whole garden has obviously long since been forgotten. OUCH I forgor about this

He leans against the counter, looking more relaxed than Pat has seen him all day. Love the fact that Cap saw some blood and immediately had to yeet himself away to feed and then became more normal and friendly after that lol

the whole bit where they��re trying to fix the water pressure and the captain is SOOOO obviously asking the plague ghosts and Pat just thinks he’s scared, it gets me every time. I can see it so clearly in my mind. The ‘gah!’ noise is like the same thing he does in the show in response to Jemima I think? Or at least it meant to have the same vibe.

He’s sure the Captain smiles back at him, but he can’t have noticed him because he just…keeps walking until they both knock into each other roughly. This also makes me laugh a lot!! another symptom of the captain only having lived with ghosts for a long time.

The TV already being on when Pat wants to eat his noodles is because Kitty is the one watching West Side Story (love how Pat says it’s not his favourite musical) – she also goes and tells the Captain that Pat has fallen asleep and that ‘he might get lost trying to get back to his room in the dark, Captain!!’

“Sleep well.” He tells him.//The Captain smiles at him like they’re sharing a private joke. He’s so silly and endearing I love him!!

🌟 for lost then found - I actually reread most of it yesterday because I saw a photo of Larry wearing glasses while reading from the ghosts book and I vaguely thought to myself “hey his glasses are similar to the Captain’s. And then I paused and reminded myself that the Captain doesn’t wear glasses and got confused because I was sure I’d had this conversation with myself before and was imagining both Humphrey and the Captain wearing similar glasses and I finally realised it’s because I fucking wrote it in Lost then Found that they have the same glasses!! extremely silly behaviour of me but a part of the fic that I do like because it sits nicely in the ‘Cap is slowly opening up and getting to know people’ bit I think, in that he’s choosing to wear the glasses in front of people, and helping Humphrey out with school stuff.

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

#ask games!! #fanfic writers: director's cut #bbc ghosts #tqatd #lost then found #patcap

[beansnsoup]

Nikko x fem reader

The reader is leias sister there very quiet and moves like a shadow they dont like to socialize mostly speaking in a word or sentence or two that is till the summer her sister wanted to stay at there grandparents the reader didn't want to stay but her parents said it be good for her to socialize with normal people instead of just them so after a week of almost giving red and kitty heart attacks after showing out of nowhere they send her to the basement for some much needed socialization with people her own age much to her and Leias annoyance that's when she meets Nikki the only one there person with some sense in that basement in the readers opinion the two start to talk and the reader develops a cush fast on Nikki but knowing she has a bf hides it and avoids the basement and Nikki like the flu until the end of summer where the two talk after Leia talks to her other friends

Ty for giving me sm to go off of!

Cruel Summer With You

Nikki x fem!reader

fandom- That 90s Show

Summary- You very quiet and composed, not that you didn't want to be social, you just hadn't found the right people, or person.

Warnings- fluff, angst?, self-doubt, og storyline might be a little rewritten for the plot I'm going for, lmk if there is anything else

Note- Originally, I was going to title this bad idea, like the girl in red song, then I wrote a line with cruel summer in it and i was like 'light bulb' and changed the title.

You sat on the couch, catching up on your Saturday morning cartoons, it was really like every other morning. You never had any plans, and if you ever made any, you made them on slow days when the public didn't want to go out. Yet, it was the start of Summer, so everyone was out and about, you chose to stay inside your own amazing home to avoid any sort of danger, that was your common excuse.

All of the sudden your mom comes into the living room and turns down the volume of the TV, you throw your hands up and look up at her offended. Leia walks up next to her, smiling, what has she done?

"How do you feel about doing to Grandma and Grandpas for the summer?" Your mom starts off, Leia starts mouthing for you to say yes. You loved your grandparents, but you knew why your mom was asking you, her and your dad thought you didn't get out enough and needed some social encounters that weren't just family.

"I'm not too keen on the idea..." You replied, sitting up from your position, Leia sighed, "C'mon! We could live a summer like all those teens in the movies that go around doing stuff with their friends and go to parties." Your mom looked at her, "Not like we're going to be doing partying, drinking, and drugs..." Leia laughed nervously and quickly looked away from her mom.

"Well, Leia has asked us if you both could stay there for the summer, and me and your dad think it seems great," As if on que, your dad walks into the room, "We think it'll be good for you Y/N, for you to, I don't know, live a little." He adds, you look down at your feet, you hate how they all cornered you in this situation, it wasn't fair.

"I guess."

Leia smiled, hugged you, and then quickly ran upstairs to start packing, "We'll start heading there tomorrow, get packed please." Your mom informed you as she kissed your forehead. You grabbed the remote and turned the TV back up, this was going to be a very cruel summer.

-

You grabbed your bags and walk downstairs to the car; you stuff it in the trunk with Leias stuff and get in with them. You pull out your Walkman and put in you Nirvana cassette, they were the only band that didn't back stab you with a bad album or song, except Fiona Apple, but she isn't a band.

You finally reach your grandparents house, your parents hop out of the car, your mom starts grabbing stuff while your dad just heads inside. Leia gets out and follows him in, you grab my bags so your mom doesn't have to carry as much.

Your grandma takes her attention away from Eric, "My girls!" She runs to hug you both, giving you both kisses, "I baked some cookies, your both welcome to as many as you like." She tells you both, you follow Leia to the kitchen, grabbing one of Grandma Kitty's famous chocolate chip cookies and stuffing it in your mouth, it was just what you needed after that 3 and a half hour drive.

"I'm gonna go shoot some hoops." Leia tells you, running to grab her ball from the living room, then running straight back to the kitchen. You were better inside, you sat down at the table, later joined by you Grandpa Red, he grabbed the paper that was sat next you.

"So you're both staying for the summer?" He asks you, you just nod as a reply, he let's out a huff, "You won't have to worry about me, grandpa." You knew exactly what he was huffing about. He's always complained about how terrible your dad was in his teens, especially during the summer when he was joined by all his friends.

"And why's that?"

"I'm not planning of loly gagging this summer, I need to catch up on summer reading. Leia, on the other hand, wants the full Point Place experience."

He sighs, patting you on the shoulder, "Help me out with her, I don't want any more kids filling up my basement."

-

"You can use our basement as much as you want!"

"Kitty!"

"Thank you grandma!"

Leia drags you downstairs to the basement, "This is going to be awesome. Think of all the hang outs we can have down here, they boys." The last part made her smile, but it made you cringe. You've never had any romantic feeling towards anyone, you just never found your person you guessed, that's what people you tell you when you didn't have a date for the school dances.

You sat yourself down on the couch with the box of record you found in the corner, they were all your dads, you only figured that out due to his name being written on the cover of most of them. You were about to put on the Queen album you found until a group of people burst through the door.

Wonderful.

"Woah, who's this?" A guy with a short middle part asks Leia, "My sister," She's cut off by another girl, "leave her be Jay." He threw his arms up in surrender and walked off to sit on the arm of the couch. You look over in the direction of the person that literally saved your life to find probably the prettiest girl you've ever seen.

She's wearing a pink outfit, has a perm, and a crazy beautiful smile. She sends you a wink before sitting down next to a bigger boy with fluffy hair, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they're all occupied you sneak your way upstairs trying not to get noticed, and thankfully nobody did.

You walk upstairs to the spare bedroom that used to be you Aunt Loris, you could tell by the way it was decorated, she still had most of her stuff here too, mainly skimpy sets. You made sure to change the sheets when you came to their place, even though you grandma insisted that she washed her and your dads' sheets before the two of you got here.

You plop down on the bed, you're practically sulking, this summer had already gotten invaded by a bunch of lunatics, well, except for her. She saved you from getting viciously flirted with by the weird guy you sister seemed to be weirdly warming up to.

You honestly couldn't stop thinking about her, but you knew talking to her was out of the question. Staying locked up in you aunts old room seemed like a better summer than you embarrassing yourself in front of a freaking goddess.

-

It had been about a week or two since you've been staying with your grandparents, and honestly it was growing on you, Point Place wasn't terrible if you knew what you were doing. You went downstairs to make yourself a sandwich, you hadn't eaten anything all day and the hunger was making you go insane. You opened the fridge causing you Grandma to jump and swing a punch, thankfully it only ran into your hair,

"Oh, my Lord, Y/N! You need to stop doing that!"

"Doing what? I'm not scaring you guys on purpose."

"Your grandpa nearly assaulted you with a beer bottle yesterday, dear, I think you need something else to keep you occupied, sometimes we forget you're here."

No matter how much that stung you knew she was right, you had barely seen them, and the only time you did it was kind like a surprise party for them. You were scared your grandpa was going to die from a heart attack one afternoon due to you "sneaking" up on him.

She hands you a bag of chips and send you down to the basement, "Talk to them dear, you might like them."

You walk down the steps, they're all laughing, sitting on the couch while watching cartoons. You hand Leia the bag and sit next to her, they go silent for a bit until Leia breaks it, "Guys, this is my sister, Y/N." Then she begins to point everyone out, "That's Gwen, her brother Nate, there our neighbors. That's Nates girlfriend, Nikki, him over there, that's Ozzie, and him, he's Jay." They all wave at you as their name is called while you just smile back.

"So," Gwen begins, "Why haven't you come down here before?"

"Just been busy."

"During the summer?" Nate asks you, Nikki slaps his arm,

"Some schools do that type of messed up stuff, I'm being trampled in college stuff right now."

You smile at her, turning to face the TV, everyone else follows suit and starts what they were doing before you came in. You glance over to Leia who looks a little irritated, you wait until later in the night for everyone to leave to ask her why though, not wanting to cause a scene.

First Ozzie left, then Jay, Nate and Gwen got called home, but Nikki said she'd meet him there later. Leia left the two of you alone to go throw away the trash and rinse the dishes from earlier in the evening.

"So, how are you liking Point Place?" Nikki asks you, all you can do is shrug, you feel like you heart rate has gone up to 5000 BPM. She lets out a giggle, "Cmon! there has to be something."

"To be honest with you," you start, "I haven't really explored it, I've just been stuck up in my aunts old room reading things for school, snooping through her stuff, and when Leia is out or down here with you guys, I snoop through my dad's stuff since she's in his room."

Wow. That's the most you've ever talked to a person that isn't your family, you barely know this girl, but you want to tell her all of your deepest secrets.

"How about this? I'll tell Nate I have a study group tomorrow but instead I'm taking you out to tour the best spots in town." She offers.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Duh! You seem awesome, you just need to get a little out of your comfort zone." She checks her watch, "Oops, gotta run, I need to run to Nates to tell him about my study group, and he's my ride home."

She starts to run off but stops and turns back around, she grabs a pen off the side table and runs over to you, "Write your number on my hand so you'll know when to be ready tomorrow." And you do just that, but instead it's your grandparents house phone number.

-

You walk outside to find Nikki waiting for you in her car. You didn't tell your grandparents or Leia that you'd be going out today, it's not like they noticed you when you were home.

"Hey, good looking." She greets you,

"Hey." That's all you could muster out,

She starts by driving you to The Hub, the both of you go in and get an ice cream to share, and if you're being honest, it was the best ice cream you've ever had. Maybe it was because you were sharing it with someone that you felt genuinely comfortable with.

You both head out side back to her car, she starts driving you to the woods,

"Is this the part where you kill me?" You ask her, she laughs at your joke that you personally thought wasn't that funny, but hearing her laugh at somthing you said felt nice.

"Nope. I'm taking you to the famous water tower, don't fall down though, I don't want my family to get sued."

You smile and nod. You both hop out of the car; she grabs your hand to aid you to the direction of the tower. You feel your face lose feeling and your stomach drops, honestly, you've never felt this way before about a person, it was weird.

She starts to climb up the water tower and you follow her up the ladder when there's a comfortable distance.

"Isn't just a perfect view?" She asks you,

You're looking off into the distance, then you look over to her, "Yeah, it is."

You both sit there in comfortable silence, nothing could ruin this moment, you look over to her again after a few minutes, she's distracted by the wind causing the trees to move in a gorgeous motion. Then it hit you,

You've never had any interest in getting a boyfriend, Leia talked about it all the time, it always made you have nasty taste in your mouth.

Maybe boys didn't spark your interest because of girls were what you always wanted, you just never figured it out yet, if you're being honest, you always had a sort of crush on Jasmine while your sister was fawning over Aladdin.

Nikki was your Jasmine.

You quickly looked back towards the trees, hoping she didn't catch you staring.

-

"Are you going to go down today?" Your grandma asked you, you shook you head. She put her hand up to your forehead to check for a fever then kissed the top of your head, "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?" You nodded.

She walked out of your "bedroom," leaving you to wallow in pity all by yourself. Was something wrong with your mindset or something? Why were you feeling this way, it felt wrong, but you knew that it was right and would make you happy in your mind.

The only problem was that Nikki probably didn't have this same "mindset," not only that, but she had a boyfriend. You didn't want to be a homewrecker, especially to someone you've grown so close to. You hated avoiding her and everyone else, but you didn't know what else to do.

This is not how you wanted to spend the last 2 weeks in Point Place, yet you knew you couldn't bring yourself to go down to that basement and look at her. Not that she was a bad person and spread a rumor about you, you just didn't think you could hide your feelings well in front of her and everyone else.

Your mom had called later that day, you guessed that your grandma told her, "I really hope you get better hun, that really sucks." You mumble a "Mhmm" into the phone as you stare off through the window, you catch a glimpse of Nikki and Nate leaving, your mom starts talking again you can't help but accidently tune her out.

His arm is around her waist, he's holding her close to him tightly. You couldn't help but wish that was you, she's laughing at him and pushing him away as he smothers kisses all over her face. Then she looks up to your window, you feel your heartbeat speed up and your stomach drop.

She smiles and waves at your window, you send a lazy wave back, she blows you a kiss before walking away with Nate over to his house.

"Y/N?" Your mom says, knocking you out of your trance, you were hoping that she wasn't doing that for a while, "Yeah, Sorry."

"I should let you go, you probably need some sleep."

You both exchange your goodbyes, and you hang up the phone, putting it back on the receiver.

You didn't know how long you could keep this going.

-

It was the last day of summer break, honestly it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Everyone is saying their goodbyes, mainly to Leia, you're just inspecting. Nikki comes up to you, "Can we talk?" Your face loses feeling while you nod, you feel like you're going to throw up.

She drags you behind your grandpa's garage, "I just want to let you know I had a great time this summer, hanging out with you though, may've been my favorite."

You smile, "Mine too, I'm sorry I was so distant, I was just figuring things out." You hated how this was most likely going to be the two of yours last interaction.

You don't really know what to say after that if you're being honest, she looks like she's examining you.

"Can I kiss you?" She asks you, you nod fast, this was your first kiss.

It was warm and it felt comforting in a way, it couldn't have been better. She pulls back, "Oh my God."

"What? I'm sorry." You instantly apologize,

"No. It's all good." She pulls out a pen and writes her number on your hand, "Call me."

You nod.

--

OMGG this took literally forever, i hope you guys like it! Some of it is kind based on my struggle with identity, but instead of Jasmine it was Ursula, Mulan, Roxxane from the goofy movie.

#that 90s show #nikki that 90s show #nikki x reader that 90s show #that 90s show x reader #lgbtq #that 70s show #that 90s show netflix #headcanon

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What would the skeletons do if they met a genie and the genie can make three but it rules are Can't kill anyone, can't make people fall in love and can't bring anyone back from the dead.

Undertale Sans - Well... Not paying anything at Grillby's forever, suddenly popping from nowhere every single figurine Papyrus wants and he couldn't afford, and a bigger house, free of taxes. He's a simple man, he doesn't need much.

Undertale Papyrus - Give a new soul to Flowey, make sure him and his brother never lack anything, and magically learn how to cook everything because he is so tired of cooking the same things over and over again.

Underswap Sans - The number of the lottery, a nice house in front of the sea and being employee of the month every month to make the old Karen at the entrance of the police station jealous.

Underswap Papyrus - Oh... Oh man, he watched enough TV shows and cartoons about this to know it's a terrible idea. So he will wish for free vacation, some DVDs, and then to never see the Genie ever again.

Underfell Sans - Eh. More HP. More intimidating. More sexy. Here you go. He kinda didn't know it would affect everyone except his brother now and got quite surprised when Undyne and Alphys suddenly screamed like fangirls when they saw him and got all clingy on him. Oh shit. WHERE IS THE RETURN BUTTON?! Fuck, he needs to find Frisk to reset everything back to normal!

Underfell Papyrus - He wishes his rivals finally let him alone, that he can pet kitties every day and to have a new car that will make so jealous his neighbours they're going to cry. He's enjoying every salty tears of his Karen neighbour.

Horrortale Sans - He wishes all his friends and his brother to find happiness and that they are not hurt physically anymore, he wishes resets are over forever, and that his farm pets live forever and healthy. He doesn't need anything, he already has all he wishes.

Horrortale Papyrus - He wishes that Undyne and Alphys can finally rest in peace where they are, that his brother's memory problems got better and that Toriel finds children she can adopt so she doesn't have to look after them all the time to be happy by her own. Like Oak, he doesn't care about himself. He already has all he wished.

Horrorswap Sans - He wishes to have a new leg, to erase Alphys from the memory of every monster still living and that his brother never have to go through the hell he lived Underground.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Obviously, being able to talk again, a new leg for his brother... And that Alphys never rest and suffer all her life and all her death for what she done.

Horrorfell Sans - He wishes for the Underground to collapse so no one has to ever go there, he wishes his brother could walk again, and for things to stay the same as they are now.

Horrorfell Papyrus - A new arm for his brother, the ability to walk again, and make Doomfanger younger and immortal, because he is so scared she might die due to old age any day. He can't take it.

Swapfell Sans - Never have to work for Toriel ever again. More money so Rus never have to do horrible things to survive again. And to be a better brother from now on.

Swapfell Papyrus - He wishes Nox never has to work for Toriel, that he can finally forgive himself for all the horrible things he had to do for her... And free chicken mcnuggets for the rest of his life.

Fellswap Gold Sans - The crown of the Underground, a lot of money... And that the genie gives him unlimited wishes, obviously. What a cretin to never say not to do that.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He wishes his brother finally understands life is more important than money, that no one will ever bother them again, and that all of the stories in his head write themselves all alone so he doesn't have to doubt about his skills.

Outertale Sans - Going back home and see space again, that his brother becomes a popular nanny and that someone makes a TV show about him because he thought it was funny. That's not.

Outertale Papyrus - That no child ever got hurt in his house, that Moon can finally see the stars again, and that the brothers never have to be careful about money again.

Dancetale Sans - He wishes to open a dancing school, have shoes that never spoil, and for his brother to become a mondial famous dancer like he always wanted to be.

Dancetale Papyrus - A partner that can make the most difficult moves, to be famous and recognised in the street, and a one-o-one meeting with Mettaton.

Dancefell Sans - Some peace of mind far away from his brother's social medias, a cute dog and a burger. He doesn't take that seriously.

Dancefell Papyrus - The ability to disappear from social medias when he needs a break and don't lose his audience, make Mettaton falls in front of the cameras of the entire world, and a smoothie.

Farmtale Sans - Good crops this year. Good healthy baby cows. And some new clothes for his brother because he doesn't have enough money to end the month. He's very down-to-earth.

Farmtale Papyrus - Choosing either he wants to talk or not to strangers and not being awkward about it. He wishes for his brother to be able to take a break from time to time without having to worry about the farm and having enough money every months to avoid more stress to end it.

Mafiatale Sans - Leaving the mafia without any consequences, go back in time so his brother never had to enter the mafia and be a world known magician.

Mafiatale Papyrus - That his brother can leave the mafia without any consequences, that new gun he saw in a book and that he really really wants, and a friend.

Mafiafell Sans - A farm. More dogs. No mafia. That's quite easy.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Being able to talk about his job without fearing to kill someone accidentally, that his brother never gets threatened by rival, and to make Asgore so proud he will adopt him and become his son.

Ink - He wants Error in front of him, in a pink tutu, and dancing the Macarena. Error wants to kill him so bad but can't stop dancing while Ink is recording, having fun.

Error - Not seeing Ink ever again, lots of chocolate and a bigger TV to enjoy his shows in the Antivoid. God, he could finally have some peace.

Disbelief Papyrus - Speed up the processus so Asgore can officially adopt him and be happy again, then that no child should have power they can't control, and finally for his brother and his friends to have a nice rest where they are and make sure they know he loves them very much and that they don't need to worry for him because he is a better person thanks to them.

Dustale Sans - No more reset ever. No more kid killing people for fun. And a wish to see Papyrus again in his dreams, the happy Papyrus that build snowmen and puzzles, not the one screaming out of terror as he is stabbing him without mercy.

Killer Sans - To be able to feel something again, to make sure Chara is still burning in hell, and Nightmare not killing him when he will find him doing nothing in another dimmension.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #fellswap gold #outertale #dancetale #dancefell #mafiatale #mafiafell #farmtale #ink sans #error sans #killer sans #disbelief papyrus #dustale sans #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[velvethopewrites]

Tag game!

Thank you, @quiltedcottage 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sort of. I was almost just named Tina (instead of Christina) and my middle name is Louise, so I would have Tina Louise, which, if you have ever seen Gilligan’s Island, you’ve seen her. I am sort of glad common sense prevailed upon my mom and she stuck the Chris part on there.

2. When was the last time you cried?

It’s been a few weeks, I think. And I am sure it was over a tv show or movie. Usually I cry all the time, so this question really made me think. More often than not, a fic can move me to tears. But I have been trying to read more fluffy things, less angsty things.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. Don’t really want any either. I made my peace with not having kids in my 20s. Thankfully, I found a partner who feels the same way.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

If by a lot you mean like breathing, then yes. Yes I do.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Chair dancing. Regional typist. Sometimes I drive my car really fast. I’m not a sports girl. Does Mario Kart count? No? Hmm.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Their laugh or/smile. Or conversely, on-line wise, their sense of humor.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown. With bits of green, but I wouldn’t say hazel. They are definitely brown, but light, not dark.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, always. Life sucks and is far too short; give me the happy feels, please.

9. Any special talents?

I can whistle really well. I sing. I can play a few instruments and I can read sheet music. Oh, I guess I used to be able to write. 🤷🏼‍♀️

10. Where were you born?

Indiana. Mid-West Girl, REPRESENT. In the same hospital room my mom was born in, believe it or not.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading, getting into discussions over movies, music, writing, cooking/baking, hiking, taking in nature occasionally.

12. Do you have any pets?

Yes, my Russian blue called Kitty B (short for Kitty Boomerang, he was a stray and he kept coming back, like a boomerang, and the name stuck. He was almost Gandalf the Grey, Keyser Soze, or Dave.)

13. How tall are you?

5′4, short short short but well proportioned (LOL)

14. Favorite subject in school?

I was always an english class girlie. Loved it. Loved the reading, the analysis, the writing. 10/10 Even liked the grammar section. Yeah, breaking down a sentence gets me hot.

15. Dream job?

Writer, of course. At this point though I would just prefer to have it as a hobby if it meant I’d write again. Being a lyricist might be cool - it’s sort of like poetry and it involves music. I’d like to be casting director too, that’d be cool.

I tag: @clarkenting and @cacklingblobbittyrabbitty @canonblastedships and @charmsandtealeaves but as always, you can ignore this.

#Tag you’re it

[chryzuree]

💌🍷🎶🐱🎃🎟 with chrysijacks?

💌 - What would a love letter from your f/o look like?

jacks has two modes… love letter where it’s him putting up a front and trying to sound cool (giving an expensive gift with a note or something like that…), and love letter where he got drunk & wrote a sonnet abt chrysi that lost the plot halfway through, but when jacks woke up, he decided it was good enough & he wrote a silly, dumb little post-script that calls back to their childhood. the sonnet always winds up on the fridge and he always screams abt it. it was MEANT to be PRIVATE!!!!!!!!!!!!

🍷 - What was your first date like? 

the nature of them is that they never seem to have a first date.. it’s always a romantic friendship that slowly blurs the lines more and more… truly the lyrics “best friends, ex-friends to the end, better off as lovers, and not the other way around”…

atm, the au where i have the most definitive “first date” is the babysitter’s a vampire au. after azure and castor left, and after chrysi finally healed from her bite wounds / blood loss / vampire venom, jacks decided to celebrate (and take their minds off of what they’d both gone through) by preparing a picnic in a sunny field together. they’re both alive, they can both enjoy the sunlight, and they like each other. that’s enough for both of them. ((chrysi still couldn’t move around much, bc she was still weak, so jacks wound up carrying her back to the car after the end of their date… then they went home and watched movies while curled up together <33))

🎶 - What song/lyrics remind you of your f/o?

bang the doldrums by fall out boy has lately been what i keep quoting…. cant go wrong with these!!

also hold me like a grudge by fall out boy (tragic.. i know…), for obvious reasons

and i can’t forget this is love by air traffic controller. it’s the peak awful, horrible, toxic chrysijacks energy that comes w him being a jealous fate that doesn’t want to give up the only girl he loves :) even though it’s going to piss her off so bad, she’ll kill him :))

🐱 - Would you adopt a pet together? If so, what pet would you get?

YEAAAAASSS, chrysijacks cat parents REAL. well, mostly chrysi brings home a new cat and jacks is like, “well. this is a new roommate, i guess, since you won’t take it back, huh?” correct to assume as much!!! currently, they have three cats (i’m thinking of making it four…). one is a grey tabby, one’s a calico, and the other is still in development.. might jst be an orange kitty. but they have cats and jacks can’t do anything abt it. fortunately, he likes them too <3

🎃 - What Halloween costumes would you and your f/o wear? Do you match?

bc of chrysi’s Thing w halloween, she always dresses up as something she’s been / is, so generally she dresses up as a cheerleader!! i think that jacks would get her a varsity jacket that says “heartbreaker” on the back as his own way of playing her game.. + it would be oversized, so it’s an adequately “boyfriend-sized” jacket :))

jacks would match her halloween outfit exactly one (1) time… but he’s too much of a peacock, so after that, he tends to dress up as something unrelated.. but it would be fun if he kept to chrysi’s color scheme!! so if he were to dress up as a court jester (since chrysi’s his princess 🫶🏻), it would be red and black as well!

🎟 - What would a movie date with your f/o look like?

chrysijacks movie dates are always of horror movies, and jacks is always hiding his face in the crook of chrysi’s neck.. he’s always like “ahah, no, it’s fine!! i rlly like cuddling during horror movies!!” but he jst puts chrysi on his lap so he doesn’t have to see the screen. coward. it’s okay though, chrysi’s kissing him or whatever.

#s.chrysijacks #.asks #m.moon🎀 #chrysijacks first date being them sitting in the sunlight to banish the specter of horror that would’ve been chrysi becoming a vampire.. #something poignant abt that i think. #they also kiss and cloud gaze and stuff. #also random thought but i don’t think they’d rlly ever want to stargaze again. they are bleaching out the horrors w sunlight!!!!