#but he wouldn't have found them without Kiki :)

[chorus-the-mutate]

It brings me immense joy knowing that Belos could've won if he had at least pretended to be nice to Kikimora. But no, he decided to be petty against the queen of pettiness herself and she fucked him over. :)

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #Kikimora #my beloved #my poor little meow meow #also I acknowledge that King did the heavy lifting negotiating with the Collector #but he wouldn't have found them without Kiki :) #ash speaks

[p-antomime]

KIKI MY LOVE ❤❤! What's ur thoughts about atepdad!Osamu and Uncle!Atsumu?

nonnie you're a one, and i have a few thoughts about they both so, listen, listen carefully.

୧ : tw.: stepcest, hints of voyeurism, breeding!kink, threesome, age gap.

oh, stepdad!osamu & uncle!atsumu.

osamu would be very affectionate and would even try to be a "father" in the sense of providing security and being present even for some things that were very silly to him, but for you would be very important — he could tell how important they were by the way your eyes sparkled and a wide smile appeared on your face when you talked about them. however, osamu wouldn't know how to handle the day that you would meet his brother because he thought that atsumu would still be a little immature, even though he was much older than before, and this would result in: a family lunch in which osamu felt the need to stare and analyze the way his brother acted, just to make sure that you were comfortable, that his brother wouldn't talk or do something impertinent.

or he, your stepfather, thought so. until he felt strangely uncomfortable with the way atsumu took too long for his liking in the goodbye hug you exchanged at the door of the house.

after that day, stepdad!osamu has become a little more secretive about the boys in your life. crush at college? osamu wants his name and wants to know what he does for a living. crush at the bus or the subway? osamu wants to know, too, and will pray to god that you don't run into him more often when you come home from college. someone who has picked up your phone on the street? osamu will walk out with you more often, with his arm around your shoulders, so that everyone think you are just a couple with a bit of an age difference.

before you could even realize it properly, stepdad!osamu would be running his eyes down your exposed thighs through your pajama shorts for seconds too long. and in almost every shower his hand would be around his cock pumping it not only while he fantasizes about your palm there, but also imagines how much tighter your pussy would be. he needed the real thing, as time went by his hand wouldn't be enough and neither would any other woman's holes.

he just didn't know that your favorite uncle texted you almost every day, atsumu liked you. not like osamu did, yet, but did! he would constantly be walking around the city and when he found something you liked, he would think about buying it for you and would definitely deliver the gift as soon as possible.

and then atsumu would find himself needing to put out of his mind your smile & face when he was alone, at night, under the sheets.

while it was a torture for your uncle to spend days trying to control himself and convince himself that it was no big deal, it was all too easy for your stepdad to put his hands on you when it was just the two of you alone. it started with just the typical caresses he left on your shoulders every day, it didn't seem like a big deal because you were already used to it, and then osamu started purposely wanting to help you a little more with the housework, coming up behind you and maybe unintentionally letting his cock and pelvis rub against your ass; you could feel it underneath the shorts, even the underwear. you could feel him underneath all of that, but you didn't allow yourself to feel him filling you up inside because it was so wrong that you were disgusted with yourself.

and it got worse when your stepfather gave you an adorable smile after whispering that he loved you and leaving a little kiss on your forehead before you went to bed.

it was on one of those nights that he stayed up late without knowing that you had also stayed up late. you intended to get off alone, without help, he intended to slide into your room and fuck you with your face smothered in pillows so as not to make too much noise. and your mistake was to use headphones when your slid a hand into your pajamas to play with your sensitive clit. it was too obvious the skin change between your delicate fingers and his touching your pussy and you didn't even think to close your legs; it was the only sign osamu needed to know that you were a slut for your stepfather and had always been there to be used until your holes were leaking with his thick, sticky cum.

unfortunately, not for you, it turned out to be a routine. osamu would spend the whole day just waiting for night to come so he could eat you out like he hadn't eaten in days, so he could hold you by the waist while fucking you so hard until he left little fingerprints on your skin.

it was on one of these "fun" nights, one when your mother had to stay late at work, that atsumu thought it would be nice to give you one of the gifts he bought during the week — and osamu didn't remember that he had given him a copy of the house keys, in case of an emergency.

and atsumu knew very well how your moans would sound, he had fantasized about them several times. even so, the most obvious choice was to lock the door, go up the stairs in silence and slowly go in search of the ajar door that hid you and your stepdad with fingers knucles-deep inside your pussy, the loud wet sounds of kissing and your entrance being stretched made both of their dicks painfully hard.

the door opened, you immediately tried to pull away from osamu and his brother let out a mocking laugh before he finished entering, closed the door and spoke, "never thought you were the type to ever fuck your stepdaughter, brother."

osamu's eyes fell between his brother's legs and the response came quickly, "you say it as if you weren't the one being so horny over us, atsumu."

you could barely think, your stepfather's fingers kept thrusting and rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt and whimper. and atsumu preferred to just move closer in silence, each time getting a better look at the way your tight hole clenched around his brother's digits with no intention of letting them go.

"Can I?"

"Just wait— a second, hold on," osamu spoke curving his fingers once again and hitting your sweetest spot.

you couldn't hold on and in a matter of seconds your body was shaking, your pussy was squirting and making a mess, and your eyes were locked on atsumu's. you could feel how much he wanted to touch you just by the way his eyes were eating you, dripping with desire and need.

Your high took long seconds to disappear and your stepfather pulled you against his body, leaving you leaning against his chest with legs spread and your pussy on display still dripping, "Shh, sweetie, it was good, wasn't it? I could feel you throbbing a lot, needin' a break, hm?"

atsumu knelt exactly between your legs and you tried to close them, to which osamu held them open with one hand and spoke again, "Keep them open for him, yeah? He's goin' to treat you so well, don't you trust your family?"

and all you could do was nod the head in agreement, completely out of breath and with your legs still trembling. your stepdad's brother smiled sideways and planted a kiss on your belly, his fingers ghosting up the inside of your thighs and his eyes glued on yours.

"don't worry, angel, your daddy is here, your uncle 'Tsumu is here, nothing to fear, right?"

atsumu asked rhetorically and immediately, before you or osamu could answer, slid his mouth to eat you out almost as well as he did.

it was a pity that his tasting your sweet pussy didn't last long: neither of those two men was very willing to spend any more time without making you feel a cock from inside, which means that double breeding is coming right the way and the neighbors would think you had got a new boyfriend.

— haikyū masterlist.

#haikyuu smut #osamu smut #atsumu smut #hq smut #osamu miya smut #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu miya smut #osamu x female reader #atsumu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x female reader #osamu x y/n #atsumu x y/n #tw.stepcest #tw.dark content #tw.breeding kink #tw.daddy kink #miya atsumu smut #miya osamu smut #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu osamu #haikyū smut #tw.age gap

[id0what1want]

Wisteria Lake

I have thoughts. So, I am finally throwing my whole hat into the Dipplinshipping ring.

(This occurs during the Teal Mask)

Kieran awoke to a knocking on his window. He groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes as he stifled a yawn. He blearily caught sight of Cereza's face through the glass. The slight shock managed to drag him out of sleep as he drew closer to the window, opening it. "What are you doin', it's like- I dunno, late. Plus-" Kieran started, picking at his bangs a bit to get them to lay right. "I know I know, just-" Cereza was out of breath and it looked like stars sparkled deep in the burgundy pools of her irises, her eyes wide and practically rippling with excitement. It seemed wherever she was, she ran to get Kieran as fast as she could. She grasped onto his windowpane but didn't enter save for her face leaning close to his. "You've gotta see this." "What is it?" A touch of pink dusted Kieran's face as Cereza's excitement was infectious and spurred on his curiosity, making him completely forget the hour. Cereza only grinned, one corner of her lip quirking up more than the other to make her smile endearingly lopsided. "It's a surprise. I'll meet you out front, get shoes on." And with that she hopped down from his window, disappearing into the night. Kieran took a second to process the situation before rushing to get socks and shoes on, grabbing his bag and trying his best to keep the rustling to a minimum. His steps were nimble as they dodged the floorboards he knew were loud. He muffled the sound of the sliding door as much as he could as not to alert anyone.

Cereza was waiting out front as promised. She held out an arm and her Corvisquire, Charon, descended seemingly from the night itself to perch on her arm. "Are they still there?" She asked the ruby eyed corvid. It let out a chirp and a nod, earning a smile and a scratching on the neck from Cereza. Kieran stepped forward and Cereza turned to him. It might have just been a trick of the low light, but Kieran swore her eyes must have brightened. Charon left Cereza's arm as she rushed to meet Kieran. "Kieran! I found something in the Wistful Fields, you HAVE to come see!" She took hold of his wrist, tugging him in the direction. "How are you even up at this hour?" His eyes widened slightly as her hand gripped his wrist. They were surprisingly weathered for a girl their age, likely from adventures like the one Kieran was being dragged into currently. Not that he minded. "Me and sleep have a strained relationship, you could say. It's not my fault that the world wakes up at night." Cereza shrugs as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Kieran's brows raise. "'The world wakes up at night'?" He echoes. Cereza turns, walking backwards so she can face him and talk at the same time. She cups her hands behind her ears. "Mhm, hear all the Pokemon? Lots of species are strictly nocturnal or just more active at night. I guess I've always been more of a night owl myself, nighttime is just... better." Cereza smiled. Kieran considered her words. "Wowzers... I've always been kinda curious about the Pokemon I can hear at night but..." Kieran's words trailed off as he listened closer. "It's a lot easier to hear 'em now that the Yanma have stopped flyin' around." Cereza guided him through the apple fields, cutting through them and trailing off the path. "C'mon, this way is faster!" She started to run without warning, startling Kieran. "Come on Kiki, keep up!" Cereza's laugh joined the chords of the night, mixing with the various Pokemon cries as Kieran rushed to catch her, a smile etched onto his own face. "I wouldn't have to keep up if you slowed down!" He called after her as she disappeared into the trees. He could still hear her laugh slipping through the branches, giving away her location. "I bet you can't catch me!" She challenged, igniting a fire of competition in Kieran's chest. The chase had begun, and Cereza burst from the thicket of trees first, now faced by hills of path, grass, and small cliffs of gravel. Kieran was hot on her heels. Cereza heard him exit the trees behind her and took the chance to slide down the steep incline, her shoes scraping against rock as she expertly used a hand to steady her descent. Kieran screeched to a halt at the edge of the incline, hesitant. Cereza turned around to check on him after realizing he hadn't followed her yet. Before she could open her mouth, Kieran slid down the hill in pursuit of her, albeit with less practiced experience than Cereza.

When he approached the bottom, his balance got a little squirreling and his landing was more of a stumble than stable. Cereza ran towards him in an attempt to catch him but was surprised to find Kieran pushing ahead of her and stealing the lead while she was distracted. She scoffed, amusement thick in her tone. "You jerk! You don't even know where we're headed!" She called after him, running across the grass as fast as her legs could carry her. The two felt the wind across their faces, a midnight breeze as they passed various Pokemon minding their own business, alarmed by the sudden disturbance of two kid trainers sprinting through the tall grass. Cereza vaulted over stumps, stones, and hills, though she wasn't raised in Kitakami, she adapted to the land well. But Kieran knew these fields, he had a hometown advantage, he knew every rough patch to guide her through, every pitfall to dodge to trip her up. The thrill of the chase caused an adrenaline rush almost like a Pokemon battle. A smile of elation tugged at Kieran's lips as he felt like he was almost flying through the fields. He didn't expect another stab of adrenaline to his heart however when a Hoothoot took flight right in front of Kieran's path of choice, bringing him to a startled, screeching stop. Cereza unfortunately didn't register Kieran stopping in time and couldn't slow her momentum down enough to avoid crashing into him. She reflexively threw her arms around his waist, holding on tight as they both collapsed into the grass. Her arms loosened as he wriggled from her grip, turning into a slight playful tussling match as the 'chase' continued. Cereza pounced with the likeness to a Skitty, Kieran returning the same mannerisms as the rolled in the grass, fits of giggles and yelps escaping the two. Cereza managed to pin him down for a moment, panting. "Caught you-!" She yelped as Kieran lunged forward, knocking her off him and him onto her, a triumphant smile on his face. His face was flushed from all the running. "No... I caught you." He panted. Cereza wriggled out of his grip as they both took a breather. Charon, with perfect timing, flew down and perched on Cereza's head. He voiced his annoyance with an irritated squawk.

"We're coming, you impatient bird!" She teasingly shooed him off of her head, returning him to his ball. At the sound of Charon's squawk, something rustled in Cereza's bag. Alerted to the movement, she started to unzip it. Before she even finished unzipping the bag, a little lizard-like Pokemon wriggled free from her bag from the smallest possible crevice Cereza had opened. A Dreepy chirped with delight at being free, nuzzling into Cereza's hair as a greeting. Cereza laughed at its antics. "Hello, Deadeye." Cereza greeted. Kieran watched the little Pokemon curiously, he hadn't met this one yet. Deadeye noticed Kieran and approached, getting close to his face and sniffing him as if judging his character. Kieran leaned away reflexively at first before staying still and letting Deadeye assess him. Deadeye let out a trill of approval before gently bonking his head against Kieran's and returning to Cereza's side. "This is Deadeye, I caught him back in Paldea." She introduced. Kieran looked at Cereza as she ran her fingers down Deadeye's spine. She makes a similar clicking trill, almost like a cooing noise as Deadeye does a satisfied full body shimmy. "He's a Dreepy, right? We don't have any of 'em in Kitakami, I've never met one before." Kieran thinks out loud. Cereza gets up and stretches. She helps Kieran up, the grass rustling around them. Though the two trainers halted their chase, it seemed that the wind was still in pursuit of its own target. The breeze blew around them, tousling their hair. "Well, this surprise is partially for him too. Come on, I can see Wisteria Lake from here."

As they approached the lake, Cereza grabbed onto Kieran's hand. Before he could register what was happening, Cereza tugged him down into a crouch with her. He opened his mouth to speak but Cereza placed her free hand over it to muffle him. She made sure the wisteria trees concealed their position next to the lake. "Look." She whispered, pointing to the section of the lake bathed in moonlight. There, a pod of Dragonair and Dratini swam in the water, no doubt roosting. Their scales glistened, bathed by the rays of the moon and sparkling with the freshwater of the lake. Their movements were graceful and mesmerizing, unlike anything the two had ever seen in real life. It was captivating. Kieran's eyes widened and Cereza dropped her hand from his mouth. His eyes practically sparkled as his jaw dropped, his mouth forming an ovoid 'o'. He could see why Cereza was so excited. Cereza pulled herself up into the branches of the wisteria tree next to them, helping Kieran up into the spot next to her. This wisteria tree was old and sturdy, barely creaking under their combined weight. "I've never... I thought... Dratini don't live in this lake." Kieran managed to finally find the words to reply quietly. He hoisted himself up to be fully next to Cereza. She watched the dragons intently, unable to tear her eyes away. "They're migrating and roosting in this lake before the next rain, which is due tomorrow." Cereza explained in a hushed tone. "Because Dragonair control the weather." Kieran finished her thought for her. "Bingo." Cereza grinned. She gazed at the creatures, taking in every minute flick of their tails, every sound to escape their voice boxes. "Aren't they beautiful?" Kieran turned to look at Cereza. He had never heard her voice sound like that, enchanted by awe. Enamored, even. Her expression was captivated by a similar awe, her burgundy eyes focused on the dragons with a glimmer of wonder. While Cereza took in the sight of the Dratini and Dragonair, Kieran similarly gazed at her. The wisteria blooms framed her, bathing her in an almost lavender glow from the moonlight filtering through the petals. The light illuminated the upturned corners of her lips, highlighting every feature of her face. "Yeah. They are." He smiled; his eyes locked on her in the same way she couldn't tear her eyes away from the Dragonair. The moment was interrupted by Deadeye emerging from under Cereza's bag once again, his ghostlike tail wagging as he watched the Dratini play in the water. He nipped Cereza's cheek playfully to get her attention. She winced and held her cheek, narrowing her eyes at Deadeye with a lighthearted smile. "Little squirt." She teased. Deadeye made the Dreepy equivalent of a giggle before starting to float towards the Dratini. Cereza tugged on his tail gently, concern flitting in her chest for a moment. "Slow, don't spook them." She advised gently. She tentatively let go of his tail. She held her breath as she watched Deadeye approach the nearest Dratini. Her grip on the branches tightened. Kieran noticed Cereza tense and shakily put a hand over hers. She meets his eyes, and they share a look. Cereza turns her attention back to Deadeye, exhaling slowly.

Deadeye chirps at the Dratini, catching its attention. The Dratini tilts its head and Deadeye tilts his in turn. They circle one another, assessing each other carefully. The Dratini sniffs Deadeye and Deadeye wiggles as if it tickles him, trilling in amusement. The Dratini seems satisfied, diving into the water. Deadeye tilts his head in confusion. The Dratini surfaces with similar confusion, making a noise that seems like the equivalent to 'are you coming?'. Deadeye realizes what it meant and makes a happy cry, diving into the water after the Dratini and letting it give way to underwater chase. Cereza sighs in relief, chuckling at Deadeye's mannerisms. Kieran laughs with her. The Dratini gets caught by Deadeye and Deadeye does a little victory lap. The Dratini chitters and gestures for Deadeye to come meet the Dragonair presumably watching over the flock. Deadeye approaches the Dragonair and catches its attention, but Deadeye gets an idea and rushes off before they can properly meet each other. Deadeye darts over to Cereza who picks up on this and descends from the tree, her feet landing on the grass with a thump. She makes sure to crouch as a sign of respect and submission in case the Dragonair is watching. "What are you doing?" Kieran hisses, alarm filling his senses as he looks between the group of (undoubtedly powerful) dragon pokemon and his friend that just entered its line of sight. "Just watch." She replies quietly. Deadeye bites her sleeve and tries to tug her along but struggles because of his small size. Cereza stands a little taller, gazing up at the Dragonair that was now swimming over. The Dragonair lowers itself to Cereza's level, narrowing its eyes at her. The Dratini that were playing moments ago have gathered behind the Dragonair, curious about the newcomer. A sound forms in the back of its throat, sounding melodious like birdsong yet clicks like the call of a Lapras. Deadeye makes a similar clicking trill in response, shimmying with its little body. He smiled as if introducing Cereza. The Dragonair stared down Cereza, as if it dared for her to break eye contact. Kieran's worry compounded and he dropped down from the tree soundlessly, frozen as he witnessed Cereza interact with the dragon. Cereza stood her ground, approaching closer to the Dragonair and leaning down more. She made a similar noise to the trill she soothed Deadeye with, again like a mix between the purr of a Purrloin and the coo of a Pidove making something that sounded like the reptilian clicks of the dragon types she was familiar with. She held out a flat hand with her palm facing up, so the Dragonair knew it was okay to approach and assess her. She kept herself loose and relaxed as not to spook it. Cereza remained still as the Dragonair sniffed her hand, only turning her hand over so the creature could smell both sides thoroughly. The Dragonair snorted and turned away, diving in the water without haste or concern.

The Dratini came closer and took their turn to sniff and assess her, though the little ones were much more invasive than their elder. Little mouths nipped at skin and clothing, eliciting giggles from Cereza. She turns back to Kieran, eyes brightened and rushes over to him. A few Dratini trail behind her as she takes his hands, a wide grin on her face. "Come on, come meet them!" Kieran's eyes widened. "Woah, wait-" He started as Cereza dragged him toward the edge of the water where Deadeye and the rest of the Dratini were playing, even some of the Dragonair were humoring the little ones. She let go of his hand and took off her socks and shoes, setting them safely by the water before stepping in. She smiled, turning to Kieran. "It's not cold!" She took something out of her pocket, they were what looked to be Leppa berries she had picked with Kieran the day before in the orchard. She knelt into the water, holding her cupped hands out for the Dratini to eat from. The Dratini were delighted and flocked to Cereza, making her laugh even more with delight. Kieran took his shoes off, rushing after her without really thinking. He tapped on her shoulder to get her attention. "Uh, Cereza?" Before she could turn around and address his question, a curious Dratini noticed Kieran and got close to his face, looking him over. "Oh! Hello!" His eyebrows rose as the Dratini chirped at him, the other Dratini starting to become curious about him as well. Cereza took notice and stood up to be next to him. She took his hands and handed him a few Leppa berries to feed them. "What just happened between you an' that Dragonair?" Kieran asked while Cereza filled his hands with berries. "That Dragonair is the head of the pack, it was just checking to make sure I was safe to interact with." Cereza hummed. She stepped back so the Dratini had room to approach him. The curious little serpents were delighted to find berries in his hands too and pecked and nibbled at the berries. Kieran giggled, the giggles bubbling up into laughter. "Haha, stop! That tickles!" A few Dratini nipped at his clothes like they did to Cereza and Cereza laughed with Kieran as they feed the dragonlings.

Cereza tossed a berry to Deadeye and he caught it without trouble, swallowing it whole. The Dratini witnessed this and immediately darted over to Cereza, wanting in on the game. "Woah, woah, one at a time!" She laughed. She faked throwing a berry to the far side of the lake and all the Dratini fell for it, diving under the water to reach the other side faster. Kieran and Cereza chuckled as they watched Deadeye catch up to his new friends, racing after them and starting another, larger game of chase. One of the younger Dragonair approached Kieran and Cereza and Kieran stiffened at the presence of the serpent. Cereza made the dragon call she did before as a greeting, waving with a smile. "Hello, feeling left out on the berry train?" Cereza giggled as the Dragonair sniffed all of her clothes in search of the berries, nudging at her pocket in pursuit of them. The Dragonair sung a short, high note as if in affirmation. Cereza made her dragon call back, adding a whistle arpeggio at the end (one that sounds like she learned it from Charon). Kieran actually approached this time, walking through the water to stand close to Cereza, amazed as she holds up the berry for the Dragonair to eat from her hands. The Dragonair gently picked up the berry with its jaws, taking care not to make contact with Cereza. The Dragonair sung another note of thanks and Cereza cooed a note of her own back.

"How do you do that?" Kieran looked at Cereza in amazement. Cereza shrugged. "Lots of trial and error with Deadeye. I can try and teach you if you want. Can you roll your Rs and whistle?" Cereza started. Kieran nodded. "It's just a combo of those two, like a happy medium between them." Cereza demonstrated how to do it and Kieran listened and watched intently. After a moment, he nods. "I think I've got it." Kieran took a deep breath and gave it his best shot... and the sound that came out is somewhat strangled and definitely incorrect. Cereza snorted and there's a moment of suspense before the two burst into fits of laughter. It's the kind of laughter that they try to stifle but starts up again the moment they make eye contact. Kieran attempted the noise again, worse this time because of how hard he was laughing. The Dragonair gave the two weird looks as Cereza clutched her stomach doubled over in a fit of giggles. She mimicked the sound Kieran made and Kieran splashed some water on her in playful mock offense. "Shut up!" He managed to get out between laughs. Cereza stuck her tongue out at him. "Come over here and make me, Kiki." She challenged. She's immediately met with another splash to the face, soaking her clothes. There was a moment of pause while Kieran waited for a reaction, Cereza pushing her wet bangs from her face. She grins deviously before splashing him back, revenge-soaking his clothes and forcing him to push his own bangs back from his face. It didn't take long for it to turn into a full-scale water fight, Deadeye and one of the initial Dratini even join in, the two dragonlings giggling at the silliness. Kieran waded into deeper water to escape, the point where he couldn't touch the bottom. He treaded water as he looked back at Cereza, only to find her gone. His head whipped around, looking for her. Out of nowhere, he suddenly felt arms wrap around his waist, dragging him down underwater. His yelp was cut off by the mouthful of water he soon ingested, dragged under by his assailant. Kieran struggled free with a push to where he assumed the mischievous attacker's face was. The two surfaced with a gasp and Cereza barely caught her breath before laughing as Kieran coughed out the water he swallowed. "Point, Cereza!" She announced triumphantly, shivering slightly from being soaked to the bone. "Nuh uh, that's gotta be cheating!" Kieran protested, but he couldn't fight the smile on his face as he snorted at the whole situation. "You're just a sore loser, Kieran!" Cereza splashed water at him. She started to tread back to the shallower end but didn't expect Kieran to chase after her and drag her back. She yelped in alarm as held her in a vice grip. "Hey, what gives?" "Well since the move is fair..." He dropped Cereza then dunked her under, already laughing when she came up for air with a gasp, coughing up the water she swallowed. "Are you okay?" He asked with a smile as his laughter died down. Cereza huffed in mock offense. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She mocked Carmine's sharp tone with a partial falsetto, earning another snort from Kieran. "Seriously, we should go dry off though." "Aw man, you're right, how are we gonna dry off?" Kieran realized, going back to the shallow end with Cereza. Cereza grinned. "I've got an idea." When the two got back to shore, they wrung out their clothes to the best of their ability before trying out Cereza's 'idea'.

Cereza brought out Charon from his pokeball and Kieran immediately caught on. "This is a terrible idea." He stated. Cereza lightly punches his shoulder. "It'll be fine. Charon, kick up a gust for us, would ya?" She calls out to her avian friend. Charon caws in affirmation before blowing a strong wind at Kieran and Cereza, each powerful wingbeat aimed to dry away the water that clung to their clothes. After a minute, Cereza called over the rushing whistle of the wind. "Alright Charon, that's good!" The wind died down and Charon rested on a wisteria branch as Cereza and Kieran checked their clothes. Cereza looked at Kieran and snorted, holding back a snicker. He looked at her, eyes wide. "W-what's so funny?" His hair was thoroughly tousled and messy, Cereza's was no doubt the same. Wisteria petals were caught and tangled in his half-dried hair, matching the purple underlayer. "Hold on, you've got-" Cereza laughed lightly, leaning closer. "You've got something in your hair." She picked the petals out of the black and mauve locks, scattering them on the ground where they belonged when she was done. Kieran froze, not moving a muscle as Cereza meticulously raked her hands through his hair for a final check. "Yep, all good now." She leaned back then picked a petal from her own hair, going to where she set down her bag and shoes and bringing them to a spot under the wisteria tree to rest. Kieran followed close behind her after putting his own socks and shoes back on. She whistled for Deadeye's attention, and it was immediately caught. Deadeye chirped his goodbyes to his friends to which a chorus of little Dratini voices and richer Dragonair tones rang out in farewell. He darted back to shore where Cereza sat, trying to wrestle its way into her bag again. "Oh no you don't, you're sopping!" She grabbed the wriggling little Dreepy with one hand, holding him away from the bag as she pulled out a towel from her bag. Kieran's jaw dropped. "You had a towel this whole time?!" He asked in shock, his mouth forming another 'o' shape. Cereza realized her mistake. "Whoops." She shrugged, laughing as Kieran sighs, his shoulders slumped as he shook his head. She dried off Deadeye, wrapping the little dragon into a toweled burrito and setting him down. He was thoroughly bound so he couldn't move while he dried. She then pulled out two towels, one for her and one for Kieran. She tossed the towel at Kieran's head, laughing when it landed on his face in such a way that it covered it entirely, making him look like a ghost. "How many towels can you fit in that tiny bag?" He asked, baffled by the infinite inventory of the backpack. "Don't worry about it." Cereza waved it off. She leaned against the tree, relaxing as she watched the Dragonair once again. She took out a brush and untied her low twin tail braids, brushing out her hair with her fingers first before going in with the brush. Her hair was even paler blonde than the color of a Mimikyu's rag, the muted, pale color light enough to be mistaken for white in certain lighting and brown/gray in others. Her hair was normally twisted and a touch wild, probably the reason why she tied them back in low twin tails all the time. Now that it was down, Kieran could see that her hair was thick and wavy, like a hex maniac's. Deadeye managed to break free of his towel prison and he settled himself in Cereza's lap. Cereza focused on brushing her hair while it was still slightly wet, not wasting the chance.

Kieran heard a shift in the grass and his head snapped in the direction of the sound. He caught a glimpse of a blue tail fleeing behind a tree. Kieran tilted his head, trying to get a better look. A Dratini cowered by the tree, likely curious about Cereza and Kieran but too shy to get close. Kieran knelt down, thinking of how Cereza would approach the small dragonling. The small serpent hid its face behind its tail, trembling. He cleared his throat, taking another stab at the cooing dragon call. He was surprised to hear it half decent. Definitely not as polished as Cereza's, but recognizable. "I won't hurt you, we're friendly, I promise." He offered his hand gently to the Dratini, his voice gentle. The Dratini lifted its tail slightly to peek up at Kieran with one eye. Its stomach rumbled and it cowered again. Kieran took note of this and stood up, startling the Dratini. "Hold on, I'll be right back!" He rushed over to Cereza. "Cereza, do you have any more berries?" His voice was determined, earnest. Cereza raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, a few oran berries. Need some?" Kieran nodded and Cereza got out the berries, handing them to him. "What are they for-" "Thanks, bye!" He quickly went back to the Dratini and Cereza sat there slightly confused before going back to what she was doing. Kieran slowly held out an oran berry with a cupped hand. "C'mon little guy, I know you're hungry..." The Dratini tentatively approached, picking up the berry from his hand carefully and setting it down on the ground. As soon as the oran berry hit the grass, the Dratini started scarfing it down. Kieran raised his eyebrows then smiled. He got up to go sit by Cereza again, leaving the Dratini to eat its food in peace. The Dratini gulped down the last of its food then looked at Kieran walking away. It stayed where it was for a moment, as if considering. The Dratini cautiously slithered behind Kieran, trying its best to be sneaky. Kieran sat back down beside Cereza who at this point had moved on from brushing her hair to braiding it back to the twin tails they were used to. "What was that about?" She turned to greet him, scooting over a little so they sat a little closer together. Before Kieran could open his mouth, Cereza noticed a little white snout peeking out from behind the trunk of the wisteria tree they were sitting under. "I see you made a friend." "Huh?" Kieran blinked, confused. He turned to where Cereza was looking and spotted the Dratini that shied away at his gaze. "Oh! Come back for more berries?" He offered an empty hand like how Cereza did to the Dragonair. After a few seconds of suspense, the Dratini sniffed Kieran's hand flinching away a bit when Kieran turned it over so the Dratini could examine it fully. The Dratini licked his hand Kieran smiling at the gentle gesture. "Wow, he either really likes you or is licking the oran berry residue off your hand." Cereza stated. "Oh." Kieran replied awkwardly. He stifled a yawn, not wanting Cereza to think he was getting sleepy, or worse, bored. Cereza caught the way he started to yawn then conspicuously cleared his throat, however. "Alright then, I'll start packing up. We have a busy day tomorrow and I can imagine that Carmine is hell to deal with in the morning." Cereza had already folded all the towels, placing them in her weirdly infinite bag and zipping it up. Deadeye was nodding off, his head drooping then perking up, drooping then perking up. "I'm not tired-" Kieran started to protest only to be met with a hand over his mouth. "S h u t." Cereza said simply. She turned to her dozing dragonling, taking out his ball. "Alright Deadeye. Home time." Deadeye made a half-awake sound of protest. He attempted to nudge away the ball but in his sleepy daze he accidentally nudged the button in the process, returning him to his ball regardless. Cereza chuckled and shook her head.

"Are you gonna say goodbye to your little friend there?" Cereza put Deadeye's ball in the pokeball section of her bag. Kieran turned to the little Dratini. It had now become comfortable, resting its head on his wrist. He gently removed the small serpent from his arm, patting its head. "Travel safe 'lil guy." The Dratini chirped and bumped its head against Kieran's hand like a skitty. Kieran chuckled before standing and waving goodbye. Cereza turned, having already started on the way home. "You coming?" She called back. Kieran nodded, glancing one last time at the lake before running after Cereza.

Epilogue: (after the Ogerpon fight) Kieran finished tying up his hair. He looked in the mirror. It was strange to see his face in so much detail. Well, he was going to have to get used to it from now on. "Kiki? Our bus is leaving soon. I'm gonna head over, don't be a Slowpoke like last time, alright?" Carmine knocked on the door before calling through it. Pretty courteous by her standards. Her footsteps and the creaking of the floorboards suggested her exit. Kieran slung his bag over his shoulder. He had already packed. He had a lot of time since he was holed up in his room since the evening of the night before. He kept the goodbyes with his grandparents brief. His grandfather noticed Kieran's change in demeanor but decided to let him be. There was no use trying to convince a Rhyhorn to budge after all.

Kieran opened the door and took one step out the door before being interrupted by a Pokemon's call at his feet. The door slid shut behind him as he looked around for the source, eventually looked down. A blue tail, a rounded white snout, and a pair of fin-like ears that were perked up and alert. It was a Dratini- no, the Dratini from that night at Wisteria Lake. "If you came lookin' for more berries, you're barking up a Sudowoodo." Kieran dismissed, trying to step around the serpent. The Dratini became annoyed and blocked his path, making a noise of protest. "I don't have food for you, shoo!" Kieran stepped over the Pokemon, continuing on his way to the bus stop and trying to ignore the Dratini. The Dratini and the tightness in his chest. He shoved down the memories of wisteria petals and moonlit lakes. His train of thought was interrupted by a bump he felt on his ankle. He looked down to find the Dratini pushing a pokeball against his ankle with its snout. He had to give the creature points for its tenacity. Kieran's eyebrows raised. He leaned down on one knee, picking up the Pokeball. "How did you...?" His thoughts escaped his lips. The Dratini puffed up its chest, though a slight tremble gave away its nervousness. Kieran considered it. Dragonite are strong, he needed strength if he was going to surpass her. "Hm. Well, only cuz you're stubborn. I better see this enthusiasm in training, got it?" He held the pokeball down to the Dratini's level, allowing it to press the button with its snout. The ball shook once then made a nodding motion, a satisfying click signifying Kieran's successful catch. Kieran stood, pocketing the ball. "We're flying to the top, Dratini." He mused under his breath as he continued on to the bus stop, the sky gray and tense with the threat of a storm. ... THIS TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO WRITE HOLY BINGLE Me, clueless: I'll just write this cute little thing lol, it should take me like 20 minutes 5,663 words and three whole days later: Anyway, first formal blurb, I'm totally not nervous what are you talking about. Special thanks to my beta reader, I love you forever pookie :} I always want to hear your thoughts and questions, my askbox is but a humble Munchlax starved of berries!! (I'm in a Pokemon metaphor mood rn lmao)

✨Do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

#dipplinshipping #kieran x mc #kieran x oc #oc x canon #pokemon sv #rival kieran #the indigo disk #cereza pokemon #juliana x kieran #juliana x kieran pokemon #the teal mask #dratini #dragonair #dreepy #corvisquire #wisteria lake #canon x oc

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Hahkin sprinted back to her shared chambers with Kiki when she heard the news.

Finding their modest room empty, she paces the carpet, jittery apprehension burning her palms. There was ever likelihood that Kiki would make her way back to their room soon enough, but Hahkin couldn't wait that long. She closes her eyes and concentrates.

Her grip on the Force is weak, fleeting--like trying to hold something that will jump out of her hand. Like trying to catch water. But in this endeavour, she tried her hardest to maintain a connection long enough to seek out Kiki's location in the Temple.

A nagging pain started up in her left temple, but she ignored it. Hahkin knew Kiki's Force signature like she knew the layout of their room with her eyes closed: the shape of it, its texture, so bright and strong like a well-fed flame in the dark. It was smooth in its own way.

Hahkin saw elevators--she knew where Kiki was. She'd been right in thinking her friend was making her way back to their room. Now she waited, because she'd sense Hahkin reaching out to her in the Force.

The Temple was quiet as Hahkin made her way down its moonlit halls, barely passing another soul. One elevator down a floor, then she's rounding a corner, her footsteps picking up speed until--

There was Kiki, her best friend, facing one of the wide-arched windows with her hands tucked into her sleeves. Her head whipped up, violet eyes bright. She looked haggard, aged despite just the four months of distance between now and when they last saw one another.

Hahkin had pulled her into a hug in time, uncaring of the fact that this was not how a normal Jedi acted. She couldn't breathe--she'd spent nights lying awake, alone in their room, missing her best friend's presence like one missed a blanket that had fallen off the bed. The silence was at times unbearable, and the empitness that occupied their room was quickly replaced by fears she couldn't squash quickly enough.

Kiki injured. Kiki was avoiding her. Kiki was dead.

"I missed you," Hahkin said in a rush, her face buried in Kiki's shoulder. Kiki was squeezing her back so hard she was finding it difficult to breahte--not that she minded.

Hahkin took a step back, her nerves reeling, taking in all of Kiki. Her face was thin, her robes worn and clearly hastily borrowed, her hair a miss--and missing a Padawan braid.

"You're a Knight now," Hahkin said, hardly believing it. She bowed at the waist on instinct, even though it feels silly. This is still Kiki. This is still her friend. The feelings of lagging behind that Hahkin had been facing since childhood would be dealt with later.

"Yeah," Kiki breathed with an exhaustion that worried Hahkin. "I'm a Knight now." The smile she gave was less than reassuring. "I'm..."

She didn't finish, instead turned her head to the window to watch Coruscant rush by them, buzzing with a verve she clearly lacked. She tucked her hands into her sleeves again.

Hahkin tugged on Kiki's arm to bring her back to the present. The Force that surrounded Kiki was odd--where Hahkin expected the usual bright smoothness of her Force signature, she got something dull that felt as though it'd been eaten at the edges. Other parts were on edge, as though prepared for a fight.

"Congrats!" Hahkin said with so much feigned enthusiasm she almost cringed. "What did your Master say?"

Kiki attained Knighthood without the traditional trial--her efforts to aid and partially lead a slave revolt on a mining planet were so monumental, the Council decided to graduate her. Hahkin was proud and envious in equal measure.

"Nothing."

"What?"

"He didn't say anything."

Kiki blinked once, kept her eyes closed, and then clung to Hahkin again. Hakin simply held her. Anyone could have found them like this in the hallway, and she wouldn't have cared.

Kiki's Master was notoriously difficult to please. Hahkin met the man once and vowed to avoid him. In simple terms, she said his Force signature stank. Her own master had much stronger words for him.

He couldn't even manage a 'well done'... Anger burned deep in Hahkin's gut. She'd sing praises for Kiki from the top of the Temple if she had to.

"I'm not speaking to him."

Hahkin didn't blame her. "Let's go to bed," she said.

#ch posts #mod OCs #Hahkin #Kiki #star wars #star wars ocs #jedi oc #mod writing #here kiki is about? 21? #idk

[advictoriams]

BOSS60 Ficlet: Monsters, Part I

Fandom: Detroit Become Human x Saints Row crossover

Pairing: RK800 -60 x Kiki Kravchenko

Setting: Post Canon (Detroit Become Human)/Pre-Canon (Saints Row)

Warnings: Mentions of implied CSA and CA and torture, though nothing explicit.

Summary: Sixty makes a discovery about his new companion, Kiki and helps her face some demons from her past

Tagging: @ltcolonelcarter @thirium-800 @persephotea @bleumanouche some Kiki backstory, ends on a cliffhanger

Under the cut for length

January 19, 2039. 10:30 AM

The first thing Sixty noticed amongst the pinned array of business cards and assorted flyers on the noticeboard had been a picture that looked like his new companion, only somehow different.

Peeling it off the wall, he took a closer look at the photograph and the bold block letters beneath it.

MISSING PERSONS

NAME: NIKITA PETROVNA KRAVCHENKO

BIRTHDATE: 06/19/2014

AGE: 24 APPROX.

RACE: CAUCASIAN

EYES: HAZEL

HAIR: BLONDE

HEIGHT: 5"8'

WEIGHT: APPROX 150LBS

MISSING SINCE: 08/29/2029

LAST SEEN: 03/07/2035

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT NIKITA, PLEASE CONTACT KAVANAGH COUNTY SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT

He looked over at Kiki, who was over at the row of fridges taking out a can of sugarfree Red Bull and a case of beer then back at the photo which he began to analyse.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but this says you've been missing for almost ten years. Is there something you're not telling me?" Sixty placed the missing persons flyer onto the table in front of them and as soon as she saw it - a visage of her fifteen year old self,

Kiki didn't feel so hungry, suddenly.

Nor did she feel like talking as she looked down at her plate of half finished gas station food, trying to avert the concerned look on her android companion's face.

"Some people just don't want to be found, alright? I thought you of all people would get that."

Kiki got up from the stool by the counter without a word and walked out of the Cranston Thunder Pump, leaving Sixty alone with his thoughts for a moment.

Maybe it was against his better judgement; but after quickly paying for the meal and petrol, he followed her outside and called out.

"Wait up."

"Why? So you can turn me in? No thanks." Hoisting her backpack over her shoulder, she kept a brisk pace and a rigid stance.

Sixty was confused by the shift in demeanor, confused by the sudden guarded coldness of Kiki.

"What? No! Would you just talk to me?" He asked, manuevering his way in front of her to stop her from leaving.

"Please? I promise I won't judge." His hands on her shoulders and the look in his eyes seemed so comforting, reassuring. Kiki felt like she was walking right into a trap.

"Look, Boyscout. You're a sweet guy and we had a lot of fun, but I think now it's time we go our seperate ways. You don't wanna get mixed up with someone like me, okay? I... I'm a monster..."

The android however, wouldn't budge. Cutting her off with;

"I shot a cop before I came here. Two if you count my predecessor. I've lost count of how many of my successors I've destroyed including the one that attacked you two weeks ago." He began to explain.

"No doubt Detroit's Finest want my head on a silver platter. So if anyone knows a thing or two about monsters. Well. You're looking at him." He continued, stuffing his hands in his pockets once she relaxed her stance and folded her arms.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Still, Kiki refused to look at Sixty as he added;

"We're both monsters, we're both running from things we've done, and you know what? I'm okay with that. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

The anger in her face softened as she looked up at him and the touch of the back of his knuckles gently caressing her cheek seemed to make at least some of that icy exterior she'd put on melt away.

"Besides. I don't know that there's anyone else I'd want to run with."

Maybe it wasn't a trap after all.

"So. What do you say, Blondie? You want to get out of here and find some more trouble to get into?" Damn him for reeling her back in.

"On one condition. No more talk about the flyer, okay?" She nodded, letting her arms slip around his waist in a hug that neither seemed to want to pull away from.

"You got it. As long as you don't feel like you have to be someone else with me. I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright with you." He conceded with a tender smile on his face before giving her a soft peck at the top of her head and adding;

"That's a little more difficult to do when you shut me out."

The silence between them finally broke as they drove further north, as Kiki finally opened up and shared;

"I killed my mom's last boyfriend. He decided he wouldn't take no for an answer. So I shot him."

While Sixty hadn't exactly been at a loss for words, he let her talk uninterrupted;

"I told her over and over what he was doing but she just wouldn't listen, took a first class beating for it. So I bailed, headed out to Pennsylvania to find my grandma. All I found was that I was walking into a whole new mess."

She tried to keep calm as she felt a heaviness in her chest. Laughing it off felt like an option, even if she knew it wasn't the best one to choose from.

"She passed away before I could meet her, so. I ran with a few crews out there, Wound up at an old amusement park, thinking I could score some work. Turns out that was a huge mistake too. Sure it started out okay enough, but the things I saw... The things I did... Things they made me do... I just. I couldn't stay there."

He'd remembered hearing about that amusement park, apparently run by a group of bloodthirsty cultists. It didn't seem too hard to piece together the rest.

"What brought you back to Santo Ileso?" Sixty asked as they made their way further out into the desert.

"There's a trailer out near Twin Coyote Arcade. I needed to finish this once and for all." She answered flatly, barely masking the anger and hurt in her voice as he followed the directions he'd been given.

"So the dancing's a cover?" He recalled the night they'd met at Madame Midnight in El Dorado.

"Not really." She answered, correcting him then adding;

"I really like it in El Dorado. Always kind of felt like a second home to me, made a few friends, a few associates. First time I ever really felt like I had family, y'know."

Family...

It wasn't exactly a word Sixty was all that familiar with. At least not in any tangible sense.

Once they'd finally pulled up at their destination, Kiki and Sixty both got out of his car and made a beeline straight for the trunk.

She hadn't quite expected the amount of weapons that greeted them when he opened it: shotguns, pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, knives. It seemed as though her companion was preparing for war.

Taking a revolver out, he stashed it in the back of his jeans while she took out a nine millimeter sidearm. One question was still left unanswered.

"Before we do this, I just need to know. Are you really sure this is going to fix anything? Maybe if you just talk to her..." He queried.

"I don't know..." She cut him off, a little more defensively than she'd meant to.

He hadn't expected her to put her hand in his, but didn't stop her. Instead, he threaded his fingers through hers and assured her;

"Well, whatever you decide, I've got your back, okay?"

Her steps felt heavier and heavier as they approached the trailer in the middle of a row of rundown shacks. But she didn't falter, she needed to end this one way or another.

#saints row #dbh sixty #detroit: become human #timeline: 2039 #oc: kiki kravchenko #otp: boss60 #kiki and sixty #dbh x saints row crossover

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Idk if you’d be willing to take a partially Bell’s Hells prompt, but how about “Your tattoo suits you so well” for Orym and Keyleth? Grief counselor Kiki is very gorgeous to me

"I thought I'd find you here."

Orym nearly jumps out of his skin, hand landing on his weapon as he spins around and sees the Voice of the Tempest looking at him evenly. Immediately, he rushes to bow but she shakes her head, "There's no need for that."

She sits down on the bench in front of the great cherry blossom tree, Orym hesitantly sitting beside her. "When I first lost Vax I would sit here a lot, just be at peace with my thoughts and my grief."

"Yeah. I'm...I'm trying to feel at peace with it," Orym tells her. "But all I feel right now is just sadness and anger."

"I know." She turns to face him a bit. "Derrig told me that you haven't been sleeping and you've barely been eating. I've been wanting to talk to you since the memorial. I've been in your position and I...I understand better than most what you are going through right now."

"Can I be honest with you?" Orym asks softly, looking at his hands.

"Of course."

"My dad has been trying to get me to talk to you for days," Orym chuckles. "But I don't want to talk about my feelings."

"We don't have to, do you want to talk about him? I found that talking about the good memories I had with Vax helped me override the bad ones at the end."

Orym swallows thickly. "There's this one memory that I've been stuck on I guess. It was only a year or two ago and we were lying in bed and he...he told me that he could spend the rest of his life just like that, holding me and looking at the stars. And I can't reconcile with the fact that he's never going to hold me like that again."

Keyleth looks at him with sorrow. "I remember once he was talking to me about you and without meaning to referred to you as his little moon."

Orym blushes at his leader having heard the intimate nickname. But he lifts up his sleeve to show Keyleth his new tattoo, "Yeah, that was what we called each other. I got this so I wouldn't forget him, so I could remember him wherever I go."

"It suits you very well," she tells him with a smile, seeing many similarities to Derrig's tattoo. "But you won't forget him, no matter how long goes by."

Orym tugs his sleeve back down, "I hope you're right." Keyleth puts an arm around him gently and hugs him into her side. To Orym's surprise, the comfort doesn't feel awkward.

"You have a community here, Orym," Keyleth tells him quietly. "Lean on them, lean on us. That's what we do."

Orym nods, "Thank you. I...I'll try."

"That's all I ask." Keyleth rises slowly. "I'll give you some space, give my love to Nell and the girls."

"I will," Orym stands in respect before slowly sinking back down as she walks away. His eyes lift from his hands to the cherry blossom tree, thinking over what she said.

#my fic #critical role #bell's hells

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Feel free to ignore this but I know you'd understand, so...my inbox is filling with anons making fun of me and calling me a freak for mourning Eddie's death and invalidating my grief which frankly is hilarious because they're definitely in their Jason Carver era without even realizing it 😂 I blocked them all but holy shit, the toxic people have found me at last...

Sorry for the mini-rant, as I said, feel free to ignore but I needed to get this off my chest somewhere where I knew I wouldn't start another round of screaming-and-waving-pitchforks-at-me for grieving 😅

Anyways, thank you for listening and I hope you're having a lovely day/evening🖤

Kiki !!!!

I'm.... oh, what the fuck????

First, let me give you a biiiiiiiiiiig one'a these from Eddie:

Your grief is real. Your grief is valid. Your grief is yours and NO ONE should EVER tell you that your emotions are anything BUT. If grief is the price of love, then with Eddie it's a very high cost, but it's so worth it. Eddie is worth it. He may not be 'real' but the love you feel for him is, the grief is. The people in their Jason Carver eras are insecure in themselves, jealous of you for being so free and open with your emotions. They're just too immature and/or too up their own asses to be able to do the same, and they see you being yourself as a threat to their own selves, which.... says more about them than it does about you.

I'm so sorry, Kiki. You don't at ALL deserve any of this and I'm genuinely very angry on your behalf. These people better NOT call themselves fans of Eddie because he would actively DESPISE them and he would stay as far away from them as he could. They're all a bunch of assholes but YOU are a ray of sunshine. You're always so loving and kind and gentle and open and raw in your emotions and it's honestly inspiring. I wouldn't have found the courage to watch Stranger Things at ALL, let alone meet Eddie, without YOU answering my questions and coaxing me into it. We all know I took my sweet time.😂

Please please vent and rant and scream and cry; I'm here to listen to you and to anyone else. Your love is valid and real, so is the grief, so is the pain and the loss. It's all real and valid; our brains see Eddie, see his death, and grieve just like it's real, because it is real. I'm so proud of you for blocking them! It's horrible that there's even been one person, let alone so many.💔I'm here if you want to talk! You can DM me or send an ask or anything at all! (Been wanting to befriend you since the Laszlo Kriezler days but I am a shy noodle)

Let yourself grieve and love and feel - Eddie would tell you to. He would tell you to feel everything as you want to, to let yourself have this time to process, to express it however it comes to you, and to feel NO shame in it. He never does and it goes beautifully for him to live life with his arms wide open to anyone brave enough to get close.🥺💖 I hope YOU'RE gonna have a better day/evening, KIki!! I'm here if you want a comfort fic (though I've written a few already and I have one coming out tonightttt ~ , they're all Eddie!comfort so it probably wouldn't hit as well as reader!comfort🥺)

Big hugs & Eddie kissies to you!

#kiki my beloved <3

[lavynrose]

Artem and his S/O confessing at the same time pt. 2

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Warning/s: grammatical errors

Notes: ok so!!! thank you so much for waiting <3 one thing i'd like to say is that i recommend reading part 1 before this bc it creates a build-up for the story's conclusion. There are some parts here that needed context from part 1. Enjoy!

part 1 here

He couldn't ask for more.

The sunset spilled all around the theme park, the golden intricates of the the railings sparkled than ever before. The orange radiance of the solemn sun gives the park an even more golden glow.

Artem looked around, taking in the seemingly perfect view of what can be only described as serene. The laughter of groups of friends, families walking hand-in-hand, couples giving their significant other loving looks, people enjoying themselves left and right, the quaint smell of hotdogs and popcorn.

You spending your time with him.

The sunset made this picturesque scenery even more breathtaking, and he could come here everyday if only allowed.

Right now, right in this very moment, everything is glowing.

Especially you.

"That was really fun!" the enthusiasm in your voice never fails to make him feel the same. He loves seeing you have fun, without a care in the world. He admits, he also enjoyed getting splashed by water on the raft ride.

He unconsciously offered his arm to link with yours and when you took it as you gazed at him, he's more than satisfied.

You fit so perfectly in his arms, it feels as if you're the missing puzzle piece he never knew his being had. Even having dried after getting soaked from the raft, the warmth that your touch radiated fills his senses with comfort.

This moment of getting to spend time with the person he profoundly longed for was enough for him. Enough for now. You don't need to know his affections for now.

Does he really need to let you know?

His feelings?

It'll probably make your relationship awkward. He's not ready to risk the sweet smiles and playful looks you direct towards him just for his own selfishness.

It doesn't matter. He'll love you even if you won't, anyway.

He then stopped in his tracks, you followed suit. Not caring about the people around you. Lost in the little world the two of you shared. He looked down at your form, "Yes it was. I enjoyed it very much." because you're with me, he wanted to add but instead of saying those words, an amiable look in his cerulean eyes twinkled, and an adoring smile latched upon his features instead.

Almost as if he's telling you an unspoken confession.

His expression however, turned into mild surprise when he noticed how your gaze was filled with enchantment. With a soft glint in your lidded eyes, your brows are knitted together. You were silent.

It baffled him.

Why.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Artem wanted to blurt out. His mouth opened to say something.

It was unclear to him as to why you looked like you were staring at his very soul.

'Why are you looking at me like,' he can't help but ask himself as he continued to scrutinize your tranced gaze, 'like you want to say the same words I desperately wanted to tell you?'

Are his feelings reciprocated?

You blinked and suddenly looked away, "Uhh, Artem, I-"

"Everyone! One more hour to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!" The both of you landed your eyes on the speaker, then on each other.

Artem cleared his throat, pulling the collar of his turtleneck, "You were saying?" he inquired, voice and features laced with curiosity.

You cleared your throat and pulled on your collar, mirroring him, "I..." you started as your eyes darted as if you were looking for excuses, then your orbs glinted with realization and faced Artem, "I just wanted to say that we should take pictures! This is a memorable night after all."

His eyes begin to scan the theme park and his gaze found a small photobooth just beside the merry-go-round.

"Good idea. We haven't had anything to commemorate today's fun." He brushed off your weird behavior earlier as you dragged him towards your destination.

There weren't too many people in the waiting line, there were multiple photobooths, plenty enough to not create a line of more than five costumers per booth.

As soon as it was your turn, you excitedly rummaged through the cute costumes the guests can wear in the photos.

"Look Artem," you snapped your fingers to get his attention, "This would look cute on you!" You squealed as you waved the headband with cat ears in front of his face.

This kind of trend has been circling around lately. No matter how much of a busy man Artem is, he still has seen some posts about this on the internet...

Catboy culture, wasn't it? He wondered.

"You should wear one, too." He suggested. He gingerly took the headband from you and after a few moments of hesitation, he finally gave in to the anticipation in your eyes.

Your eyes were practically sparkling taking in the sight of catboy Artem in the flesh.

"Oh my gosh." You breathed, gaping at him.

Artem blinked. "Is there something on my face?" He then turned to the mirror to check what's wrong, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary though.

"It's nothing!" You frantically waved your hand and gestured towards the camera, "Let's take a photo!" you grinned, wearing cat ears identical to Artem's.

You guys started the photoshoot with your hands making peace signs.

Ah, the classic.

The few shots after just consisted of you putting on different faces while Artem just wore different headbands each shot, with the same pose.

"You guys, please act cuter for the camera! " The photographer suddenly commented.

Isn't Y/N cute enough? Artem internally recoiled.

"Young man, put your arms around your date or something, or do a heart pose together! " Mr. Photographer added.

Artem looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, both were wide with surprise.

He cleared his throat for what seemed like the nth time today and looked at you for approval, "Do you want to?" he asked as his hands formed half a heart.

Your cheeks lighted aflame as you raised your hand, forming half a heart to connect it with his, "I don't mind."

As your fingers touched, Artem cannot control the pink flushing his cheeks as he smiled at the camera.

The photographer continued to instruct the both of you with how you should pose. He deserves a raise for doing his job really well, Artem thinks.

After of what it seemed like endless snaps of sappy pictures, the two of you decided to print all of them.

"Now we have lots of souvenirs!" you scanned each one of the photos and Artem can't help but think how good you two look together.

He thanked the photographer for putting his all into the shoot, then you both headed for the exit.

"How was it, Artem?" You turned towards him with a profound smile.

You have lots of photos together now. He can already see himself wide awake at night, staring at your couple-like pictures.

It was more than okay.

"It was a fun experience. The cat ears aren't bad." He said as he recalled how astonished you looked when he wore the headband.

"We spent almost 20 minutes there..." You sighed as you looked at your watch.

Artem unconsciously checked his wrist watch as well, "There are 40 minutes left before the fireworks. Do you want to check out more rides before then?"

You surveyed the theme park to look for more booths, "Look at that, Artem." you pointed toward the large and loud crowd at the park's quadrangle.

"Perharps it's someone performing." Artem guessed, hearing the strums of a guitar from the speakers.

"Let's check it out!" Curious, you and Artem shuffled yourselves into the crowd. The faint singing voice grew more and more audible as you got closer to the center of the attraction.

You headed to the front for the best audience experience and the singer came into view, "Isn't that?" Artem's eyes were as wide as saucers when he recognized the person singing.

Funny how you weren't surprised, and he wondered why.

There at the center, sitting at a stool with a guitar in hand, singing with a gold microphone in front of him, was the new employee at the firm, William.

Artem frowned.

That's the guy. The guy who was getting too cozy with you, the guy causing the unpleasant pangs inside his chest.

The guy who was one of the reasons why he got the courage to ask you out on this date in the first place.

The feeling of delight earlier was now replaced by uneasiness.

"I didn't know he was a performer." Artem murmured, and he kept glancing at you.

When he saw that you were clapping your hands and a proud smile has decorated your lips - one that's not aimed him, a sudden bitter feeling overwhelmed his whole being.

You looked very happy, and he hung his head low.

He vividly remembered your smiling faces in the office yesterday, and how William seem to always hang around you.

Artem realized he wasn't special. The warm look that he witnessed from you earlier in the sunset, the look that made him think that you reciprocated his feelings, you probably do that to everyone.

He felt so stupid.

While everyone was watching William hit the notes and strum the strings, Artem was watching your every reactions, only for him to get hurt on the inside.

His heart hurts, the clenching feeling in his chest tightening with every cheer that you voiced.

He's glad it was you who were causing this pain, though.

The crowd boomed with claps and shouts as the last note finished the song, and Artem wasn't in the mood to join them.

6:30pm

"Aren't you going to greet him?" Artem's voice made you look up to him, his brows furrowed and he wasn't making eye contact.

You just brushed his behaviour off and said, "Nope. I wouldn't want to disturb him on this special day!" you felt giddy, knowing that you helped William to set this all up.

As soon as his first day in the office, which was around a month ago, he had overheard you and Kiki talking about the big opening of PAX's amusement park, and kept asking questions about the event. He then learned you were friends with the heir, Marius.

You've never seen a face as shocked as William's when he learned that.

He even made Kiki contact her insiders about the soon to be opened theme park.

Kiki asked why he was so curious, and he said he performs on gigs as a hobby, balancing it with his law career, and that he loves performing ever since he was a kid.

"Performing on the theme park's opening would definitely give me more opportunities!" He sounded so passionate that you can't help but support him.

He became bashful though, as he said, "Besides, I've been looking for an opportunity to surprise my girlfriend next month," you and Kiki beamed at him, "This would make her happy, as I made a new song that I specifically made as a gift for her birthday. I'll sing it on the opening if I'm allowed."

That's why ever since, you became close with William. Whenever you talk though, he almost always talk about her girlfriend.

"30 minutes remaining for the fireworks display!!!" The speakers announced.

You were excited for the fireworks, and an idea popped out of your mind.

"Artem," you called him out "Let's ride on the ferries wheel, that way we're up in the sky as the fireworks erupt," you dragged him to the ferris wheel's ticketing booth, "I heard that it takes 20-30 minutes for a capsule to be on top of the wheel, the time is perfect for us!"

"Can we be alone in the capsule?" Artem suddenly requested, his eyes filled with a look you can't fathom. He looked so vulnerable.

"Yes, that's actually normal. We can request that for the youngest senior attorney with 99% win rate!" You grinned and you expected him to send you one of his gentle smiles, but he just turned his head away, and looked at the distance.

You take a good look at him again once you got the tickets, he's still looking away, a solemn demeanor in his face.

You can't help but wonder what he's thinking. He's been acting a little weird, you thought.

Does he not want to hang out with you anymore?

"Artem, if you don't want to, you can tell me. I won't be mad." You eyed him with concern, "We can just sit on the bench or something." you suggested.

Just like that, his expression changed quickly, regret clouding his face, "Y/N," he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that with my actions," he stared at you for a few seconds, then you noticed that light was back in his eyes, the fond smile you liksd seeing is back again, "The ferris wheel is perfect." He then grabbed yoir waist and guided you both to the capsule.

You grinned, "I requested a capsule for only the two of us!" you waved the tickets at him, he chuckled and grabbed it from you to give to the person managing the capsules.

The capsule was air-condition inside, with big windows to get a good view of the outside. You expected nothing from a device created by PAX.

Across from you, Artem sits, his mood is a little better now, but you can't help but notice the silent sadness his cerulean eyes hold still.

You don't like seeing him like this.

"Hey, Artem?" you half-whispered, not wanting to surprise him from his reverie.

His eyes met yours, "Yes?" he responded gently.

"You know you can trust me with your problems, right?" You started, you don't let his surprised expression distract you from what you want to say, "I will listen intently to your troubles, and we'll find a way to solve them together! " You declared with the brightest smile you could ever muster, "So please, share your burdens with me. I'll carry them with you." You finished with a toothy grin.

He blinked a few times before finally shaking his head with fondness, "Thank you, Y/N. I want you to know that you are special to me." His face is suddenly filled with so much endearment you quickly looked away, "Uhh, Of course!" your face flushed red and you raised your hide in an attempt to hide it.

Artem chuckled, the sound giving you a sense of comfort and security. You looked up to him again and saw his features get illuminated by the lights flickering in the theme park, his adoring eyes lingering on you.

Like yours was lingering on him.

You smiled at each other, letting the other feel that they're not alone in the battles they're facing.

What are you to each other, anyway? You pondered when you decided to avert your eyes away from him first.

As far as you can recall, friends don't do this kind of thing with each other. The staring, the blushing. Oh, especially the blushing.

You can't help but long for the possibility of having your feelings reciprocated, but oh boy were you afraid.

"Can I sit beside you?" His question brought you to your senses, and you happily obliged, "Of course! This capsule isn't shaky, we'll be okay being on the same side." You made space for him as you patted the empty space. There he sat, his scent enveloping your senses.

It was silent for the whole ride up, but you were comfortable with it. You were with the person you love, being with them is enough.

7:00pm

Your capsule was right on top when suddenly, a boom was heard and splashes of color was seen through the window.

"Artem!" you pointed at the big, colorful patch of explosion that's a little bit below the capsule you were in.

The ferries wheel was so high that you were higher than the fireworks!

The fireworks was on your side of the window, you can see the view to it's fullest glory.

"Whoa!" you exclaimed, your eyes astonished by the scene before you. Your hands flat against the window, when you suddenly felt a body pressed against your back, and a hot breath against your ear, "It's amazing" you heard Artem mutter, as his breaths fanned the hairs on your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

You yelped, you forgot Artem was just beside you!

Your heart pounded against your ribcage when you realized that in order for Artem to see the fireworks, he needs to look at your side of the window.

Heck, your thighs were touching, and you can feel every ounce of heat that his muscular body radiated. He's practically caging you and this small, suffocating space of a capsule isn't helping!

Despite the unbelievable heat that your whole body is feeling right now, you badly wanted him to wrap his arms around you.

Something was pooling in your stomach, something weird. All you can think about right now is Artem kissing you against the window while you sit on his lap.

Warmth filled your already heated cheeks upon realization of what you just imagined, and you mentally slapped yourself. What were you thinking?

The smell of his vanilla cologne isn't helping!

Nobody has ever made you feel this way before. No other person has affected you like this. You think about the things that this man had done for you, he was selfless, hardworking, and most of all, kind.

Especially the smiles he had always shown you. Those smiles filled with comfort and fondness that makes you weak in the knees. Whenever you see that smile, you find yourself looking forward in seeing it again.

To you, Artem Wing was unobtainable.

Yet you wanted to make him yours.

7:01pm

"Artem!" you pointed below with an enthusiastic grin as the fireworks boomed and splashed the sky above the theme park.

His body scooted over to you without realizing, eyes widening with glee and he muttered, "It's amazing" Artem leaned towards you, placing his chin on your shoulder for him to get better view of the fireworks display below.

It's taking every ounce of his control to not face you towards him and claim your lips then and there.

What you said earlier only fueled his raging feelings for you. You were willing to carry his burdens with him? He never had someone say that to him before, and he was happy it's from you.

The evening is flawless. The two of you were alone, having you near him like this, your decleration of support earlier, and a beautiful scenery before him that he won't get to see everyday...

A perfect evening to pour his heart out to you.

He decided that if there was a best time to confess his love for you, that time would be now. He didn't care about your answer right now, he just wanted to let it all out before this passionate feelings can drive him to insanity.

These feelings were driving him crazy, he wanted to let you know how you make him happy, that he thinks about you eveey second of every day, that you ground him and his lonely heart.

He noticed you were silent and unmoving, so he decided to take the chance. He took a deep breath.

"I'm in l-" "Can I ki-"

You turned your body to face him, surprised. Your face only a few centimeters away from his. One wrong move and you'll kiss.

The both of you blinked.

"You... go first." you said, biting your lip.

He stared deep into your eyes, none of you dared to move from this intimate position, your breaths fanning each other's faces.

"Y/N, I," he rested his forehead against yours and breathed with the most vulnerable voice you've ever heard from him, "I'm in love with you..."

You gaped, but he didn't mind.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, "It's okay if you don't feel the same. I..." he opened his eyes to give you a loving gaze "I will keep loving you anyway."

He looked so vulnerable right now, but it didn't scare him. If anything, he feels relief in finally voicing out the feelings he's hidden for so long.

"I was in a bad mood today because I think you were interested in William," you just blinked and he continued, "I mean, you always look happy when you're with him. It crushed my heart." He finished as he waited for your response.

He waited, and waited.

The silence that you were giving him didn't give him any clue to what you were thinking, it's unnerving.

After of what seemed like an eternity you finally let out, "He has a girlfriend, silly." you see Artem's eyes widened and you continued, "It's a long story, but I'm not interested in him. We're just friends."

You felt the heat creep up his face.

"So... what were you going to tell me?" He said hesitantly as he gulped, the embarrasment from earlier evident in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed pink as you darted your eyes, it was now your turn to get really embarassed, "Can I..." your face looks conflicted. That if you say whatever you wanted to say, It'd be the death of you.

You took a deep breath, Artem told you his feelings, so it's only fair you tell him yours, you told yourself and mustered the courage to look up to his ocean eyes, a vast ocean so blue, you could drown in them, "Can I kiss you, Artem?"

It took a moment before he could fully process your words. His brain short-circuit.

"What?" He blurted out as he scanned your face for any signs that maybe, you have made a mistake.

but you replied, "I want to kiss you Artem," you put your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself, "I'm in love with you too."

His body tingled with so much joy, you being in love with him was just a distant dream before.

Not willing to wait anymore, he licked his lips as he slowly dipped his head to meet your already parted mouth, welcoming him.

You may or may not have kissed the entire way down the ride.

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

Now, he's willing to dedicate himself to you for the rest of his life.

do not repost © lavynrose 08/16/21.

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #artem wing #artem wing x reader #artem x reader #tears of themis imagines #tot x reader #zuo ran x reader

[cazimagines]

Cazzy!! Congrats again on over 900 followers! 🖤 your blog is one of my favourites on here and your writing never fails to make me forget a shitty day and put a smile on my face. It's beautiful and vivid, the characters feel absolutely real, and your love for them and your talent shine through every word - and on top, you're an amazing, absolutely lovely person 🖤

Have some flowers! 🥰🖤

For the promts: could you do number 6 from the fluff prompts with Zemo? 😍

Kiki! 😊 thank you, you are too kind I swear! 🥺 and I have to say your writing too is amazing and so detailed, I fall in love with every word of it, and so I am so incredibly happy you are my mutual 💕

Zemo hissed through his teeth at the stinging pain that erupted from his arm as you started to dab the antiseptic cloth upon his bleeding wound. He thought he had been careful when on the mission with Sam and James, careful to avoid most fights, only taking out the people he could, but it seems not careful enough.

While his attention had been distracted, a shot went right through his arm, damaging not only his prized coat and turtleneck but causing a tremendous about of blood to start to spill out of him. He knew he couldn't go back to Sam and James, for they would treat him, but then they would have no more used to him as he was injured and he would be sent back to prison and he couldn't afford that, so he went to the one place he knew he could go.

Yours.

Before he started his mission to take down the Avengers after Sokovia fell he found you. You took him in, looked after him and though he still felt the pain of losing his family, his wife, he fell hopelessly and adamantly in love with you.

But he had to leave you, so you wouldn't be caught up in this mess he was creating. But now the only person he trusted to help him, was you. And if his life was to slowly ebb away due to blood loss, at least he could be within your arms one last time to do so.

It was quite the journey to yours, and without being able to contact his butler, he had to stagger his way along, clutching his injured hand in the hope of preventing as much blood loss as he could. But finally, he found himself in front of your home, safe at last.

You had such a shock opening the door to find Zemo leaning against it, his clothing soaked with blood and a pained expression in his eyes as he groaned your name and then fell forward, unable to support himself much longer.

You caught him and had to push away the shock of seeing the man after all these years to drag him into the living room and grabbed your first aid kit. He wasn't much help and so you had to pull his coat and turtle neck off yourself, leaving him bare-chested before you, but you couldn't focus on that due to the bloodstains trailing down his arm.

The bullet had gone through his arm, thankfully not getting lodged within it and so you didn't have to worry about getting the bullet out, but you needed to make sure the wound wasn't infected. and so you poured out the antiseptic and started pressing it over his wound.

Through Zemo hissed and groaned in pain, he didn't flinch away from the pain, and his eyes stayed upon you, unwavering. It helped him focus less on the pain, observing after how all these years you still looked as beautiful as the time he first laid eyes upon you.

After you were done with the antiseptic you got the bandages out and started to wrap them around his arm, having to apply a few so the blood didn't leak out. The whole time neither of you said a word to each other, but when you finished tying the last knot on his bandage and looked up at him, his eyes held sincerity as he said,

"Thank you"

You fixed him up dinner, and then awkwardly you two sat, eating soup till finally, you had to break the silence.

"I saw you on the news. I saw what you did"

Zemo sighed, placing his spoon down into his half-empty bowel to address the lingering situation.

"You must think the worst of me"

"I'd just wish you had told me"

"I didn't want to see you get involved in it because of me"

"I wouldn't have cared about that!" you finally cried, feeling a few tears swarm your eyes, "I just wanted to be with you Helmut"

Zemo could feel his heartbreaking at the sight of you, feeling your pained and broken face before him. You watched the way his face fell in forward, and you had to push yourself away from the table, to look away from that pitying gaze as you turned your back to him.

"You should probably go home" you whisper, not baring to turn around and see if he took your word and left. But after a few seconds, you felt a hand upon your shoulder, gently forcing you to turn around.

Zemo stood right behind you, looking down with an unreadable expression. His hand left your shoulder to cup the side of your face instead, brushing his fingers over your cheek to push away the tears that were falling.

"But I'm already home"

His lips pressed against yours, and he realised what a fool he had been to leave the place he found a home in the hope to avenge his last one, but now he was back again, and this time, he was determined to stay.

Cazzy 900 celebration

#baron zemo x you #zemo fluff #zemo x y/n #baron zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo #zemo #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #zemo x you #daniel bruhel #daniel bruehl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

[fortunatelyfresco]

Rupdate (rat update) bc i have a lot of stuff to process

cw pet death if the readmore doesn't work

Found Clementine dead at the bottom of the cage last night. She looked... fine. No visible wounds, nothing twisted the wrong way. Location maybe suggested a fall, but we would have heard it. There was substrate clenched in one paw, like she'd been digging. I don't have many good pictures of her for a tribute post because she spent most of her time zooming around or (happily) nestled into hiding places. Here's a couple favorites, though. She's the blond one.

I think she might have just been older than we thought. We adopted her from a breeder who was retiring her due to her age. They rescued her, so they weren't sure either. She had no apparent health problems. I've always seen warnings that Sometimes Rats Just Die. This is our first brush with that. The timing is eerie and unfortunate only a couple days after having ʻImi put to sleep, but I don't think there's anything more to it.

Half a mind to ask the property owners about carbon monoxide monitoring bc that's the second seemingly healthy animal we've had drop dead in less than two months, but it would have killed more of the rats by now if that was the case. It's just a series of unfortunate coincidences. David's genetics were stacked against him and rats are fragile and just don't live that long.

I haven't posted much about David because it doesn't feel like he's mine to grieve, but I do miss him. I was learning how to be his friend in the way he wanted. He was hanging out with me more. So many of my pictures are just... him.

ʻImi had a mass in her stomach that the vet thought was maybe a tumor, and almost definitely inoperable. It was nice to speak to a vet who was frank and realistic about the odds without veering straight into "rats are tricky and small and i won't touch them" territory.

ʻImi was having good and bad days but it seemed like she was starting to have more bad days than good, or the bad days were getting worse. She was scrunched up in the carrier and her body was... not the right shape. I could see the vet trying to carefully guide the conversation towards euthanasia, so I brought it up first. They let me hold her. She demolished most of the treats in the carrier first. She wouldn't drink water out of a bowl but she'd lick it off my fingers. We did that for a long time while we waited for the paperwork. I didn't want her to die thirsty.

Addie's collection of reoccurring abscesses and skin problems are, the vet thinks, due to the small cyst under her arm getting reinfected over and over again. Of the three rats I brought in, he said she had the best chances of surgery fixing the problem. She's always seemed unfazed but she's a prey animal, that's what they do, so I brought her in anyway. The appointment was originally only for Bandit and ʻImi, the two emergencies, but the vets let me add a third rat. I left them a very nice review.

Bandit has a huge mass near her genitals. It started small and accompanied by discharge, and we panicked about pyometra and took her right away to a vet who looked her over, refused to test anything, and prescribed an antibiotic without weighing her.

This new vet talked to me seriously about what it might be, how to measure her quality of life, the pros and cons of surgery depending on what it actually is, and took a sample to have tested. He called me today to say he thinks it's a cyst.

I scheduled her and Addie for surgery on the same day. It's the day after we get our vaccines, so not ideal, because the mask mandate has ended here, but I asked about precautions and the vet said they're still doing curbside service and having staff wear masks. They only brought me inside last time because there was confusion about which rat was which and, reading between the lines, because he suspected we'd be euthanizing one of them.

So our remaining rats are: Bandit, Addie, Malino, Kiki, and Phantom. We are ordering more coco coir today for their digging substrate. I keep expecting to look into the cage and see someone else lying dead in the dirt. We were in the middle of a conversation when I glanced over and saw Clem lying there in the corner, too flat and too still.

I always tell people I think of the rats as a colony. As long as I have at least a couple, the colony survives. I guess this is when I find out how much I really mean that. I think it's okay to love them individually and be sad about losing them, but if it destroys me every time then I can't afford to be a rat owner. They're too fleeting for me to give my whole heart to each and every one.

#pet death cw #buffer tag 1 #buffer tag 2 #buffer tag 3 #buffer tag 4 #rats #i added image descriptions and they just. disappeared. im sorry

[snowst99]

My Cat(man)

by snowst

(Peter Criss x Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons x Paul Stanley, Ace Frehley x Paul Stanley)

tags: M/M, Pet(it's a real pet )/Master,sweet and sad

(This is my new work ~I also post it on AO3~Some of my draws are parts of this story ~)

Summary:

This was the first time for Paul, a student of the Mystery Magic School, to have a pet. He just saw a little cat lying near his flat and picked it up because of sympathy. He didn't even pay attention to its special fur and strange stripes which formed a symbol of a rare kind of demon—Catman. The cat's real name was Peter Criss, who just joined KISS as a drummer. Before he found the way to change back into the form of human, he had to stay with Paul as his pet cat. What stories will happen to them? Just read ~(Paul is 14 and Peter is 21~)

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(A random part )Nothin to Lose

Paul was so excited. It was the first time for him to have this beautiful kitten as a roommate. Although his parents didn't give him much money as living expense each month, he still decided to keep him. Yes, him, the cat was a little boy(actually he was older than Paul, but Paul didn't know)~"Money is not a big problem~"Paul thought, "I even bought an electric guitar by saving money and doing part-time jobs! "So, Paul secretly kept the kitten in his flat and decided not to tell anyone, even his best and only friend Gene.

But for Peter, it was a nightmare. He woke up in his lead singer's home as a cat and had to bear the stupid actions of this silly teenager in 14 like a drama queen, such as an annoying cheer because of his eyes open, a too tight hug or the fucking hand that was stroking him！！！ But this was not what he hated most. What he couldn't stand most was that Paul gave him an extremely stupid name—Kiki ！！！😡Fuck off！！Why life gave him this shit ！！！

But it was the fact. They needed to get along with each other.

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"Why hasn't he come back yet? "Peter thought boringly, "It is 5:00 p.m. Is the school already over?"He tossed his tail impatiently. Although Paul was an annoying teenager, the time without him was actually very boring. Eat, sleep, and play alone. Then do what? He didn't know. He couldn't go out like this, because Paul's not knowing what he was didn't mean others wouldn't recognize him, a Catman that was rare and valuable.

"Ah come on！"Peter was impatient.

"Click."Then the door opened. Thanks god！Paul was back！

"Sorry......I am late......Kiki are you hungry? I bring something delicious to you！"

WOW！Looking forward to it！

"Salmon Sushi！Do you like them？"

"Oh, it's really a luxury for him. "Peter thought.

Seeing Peter eating the Sushi, Paul didn't realize there was a big smile that he seldom had on his face. He had never been so happy for a long time. The pressure from the difficulty of his magic study, his classmates who usually made fun of him, teachers' scolding, his physical defect and so on was wiping out his happiness. However, now he had his Kiki, the sweetheart he could fight for. He was so lonely and tired before. He was so eager for someone's company.

Peter suddenly stopped eating. He noticed that Paul was just watching him, not going to kitchen to prepare his dinner. "Maybe he hasn't had dinner yet. "thought Peter. He pushed the plate with the rest of the Sushi to Paul. "Meow (You should eat some)~"Peter spuatted beside, with his watery eyes looking at Paul.

"Are you worried about me? Thank you ！But......You don't need to do this......They are just for YOU~ I......I don't like them~And I'm not hungry！"

(Paul's stomach growled.)

“Meow！(Bad lies......)”

"Really！I really have had dinner！I just didn't eat too much......A sandwich with some vegetables！It's enough for me, you know? I am fat and I need to have a diet！"

"......I don't see it......What I see is that you are harming your body......Maybe you escape your dinner AGAIN！You're just a 14-year-old boy！You need nutrition and energy！"Unfortunately, all Peter could spoke out was "meow ", which Paul didn't understand.

"Fuck！Why should I care about him？He won't listen to me anyway！Just do what you like, PAUL ！！！"Peter became more and more angry about Paul, then he turned around and intended to leave.

A warm hug from Paul stopped Peter. The younger boy smiled sweetly.

......

There was only silence.

......

Peter was stunned.

"I love you so much ~You are the only one who care about me like this ~You know, Kiki？Even my parents don't care about me as much as you......You accompany me, welcome me when I'm back home, share what you like with me and play with me. I......I haven't felt this happiness before...... "

"Really really love you, Kiki~MUA 💋"(A big kiss on Peter's face)

Peter's face turned red. Extremely red.

"AHHHH！Does this little boy really know what love is......Jesus what's in his mind?！"Peter was in a MESS......

Peter felt that he was trapped by something, something he was not sure......But he was quite sure that it was because of Paul.

TBC

#paul stanley #fan creation #kiss fiction #kiss fan fiction #kissarmy #kiss band #kiss #paul stanley x peter criss #peter criss #catman

[themjinterviews-blog]

38. Sweat, sweat. Let the music take control. Let the rhythm move you...

Everybody dance now

Everybody dance now!

Everybody dance now!

Do you or have you ever owned a horse? Naw, but I used to take lessons and work at a horseback riding oriented summer camp.

Regardless, would you like to? That'd be grand, but in all reality, would involve several highly expensive and complicated lifestyle changes.

Have you ever watched To Catch A Predator? The guy with the plate of cookies that tricks Cho-Mo's? In college. For whatever reason we watched it often when heavily drunk.

Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? (weird, I know, but it happens…) Sort of... either a text or a comment or some social media aspect. It's primarily how most people meet or start talking nowadays, isn't it?

Are you ever quiet simply because you feel you’re expected to be? Yeah, cuz I'm not a dick. Plus, some instances are simply better quiet - like funerals, public speeches and librariesm

Can you hula-hoop? Hells yeah. Some college roomies used to Hoop Dance and I picked up a fondness for it.

Do you think you’ll ever leave? Not dark, completely ambiguous or unsettling at all. Leave what? Earth? Bed? Comfort zone?

Would you rather take typography or botany?Assuming typography has to do with typing, writing or something in that general area, I'll go with that. I love plants but my ADHD likes to forget to water them.

What’s your favorite book? Lord of the Rings, Watership Down, and of course my myriad of self-helpy psychology books.

The Bell Jar or The Great Gatsby? Haven't read the first, don't remember shit about the latter...other then the one guy calling that other guy Old Sport all the time, and then deciding to call my own friends and family Old Sport too because I found it amusing.

Do you own a pair of moccasins? Two. Love Mocs. 💚

What was your first job? Bussin' tables.

If you have a job now… how do you feel about the uniform?  I'm on the prowl for a new job. We recently stopped trucking and have moved back to AZ. Sooo...to be announced...when I know? Lol.

Did you believe in unicorns as a small child? Not that I remember. I was never really prone to believe in the fantastical or supernatural...unusually logical child.

Did you watch The Last Unicorn? Not into that X-Rated Unicorn smut. I'm just kidding. I have no idea what it is.

The Dark Crystal? I think a part of it?

Balto? Obvsss. Balto's the tits.

Scamper the Penguin? Sounds like a sketchy penguin...why's he scampering around?

What’s your background picture on your phone of? Colorado, it's an open road pic with mountains that I took when enroute to AZ.

Do you move on from relationships easily, or is it difficult? Honestly, I can't forsee how I'll handle any future instances if they arise but I'd like to think I have a much clearer understanding of my mind and emotions and could evade many of the past emotional traps I had commonly succumbed to in my past.

Would you ever dye your hair platinum blonde? I have before. I'd do it again.

Do you think there is good in everyone? Yes, but not because I'm daft or naive, but simply because shit can't be all of this or none of that. That's not how polarities work. Good can't technically exist without bad and vice versa.

Are you religious? Na. I'm not knocking it, I just prefer the freedom to form my own beliefs and thoughts about the universe and make sense of shit in a way that makes sense to me.

What’s the brand of the computer/laptop you’re on? My magical mobile cellular phone.

Have you seen Spirited Away or Kiki’s Delivery Service? Is this more Unicorn porn?

Have you ever wondered what people look like when seeing roadkill? I'd imagine it's either a look of disgust, sadness or maybe panic trying to avoid re-running over the body and fucking up the bumper.

Would you ever date a guy with longer hair than yourself? Yeah. It wouldn't phase me.

Are you comfortable with the way you look when first rolling out of bed? It's completely hit or miss and there's no science to it.

How long does/did it take you to get ready for school? It doesn't. I graduated many moons ago, dear child.

How long does/would it take you to get ready for work? I suppose that depends on what the nature of the job is.

And what about just going out? Yeah, about that...once you hit 30, sitting home, watching TruTV and filling out surveys is way more appealing than a night out 9 out of 10 times.

Do you let your hair air dry or do you blow-dry it? Air, baby.

Do you ever steal (borrow) any of your parents’ clothes? All the time, mostly from my Mom, but nobody has complete immunity. I've even jacked my brother's cubscout uniform before. It's cool looking.

Can your mom knit or crochet? She used to needlepoint and latch-work before the wrath of arthritis.

Would you have what it takes to kill someone that was trying to kill you? That's likely one of those things you'd only be able to know in that moment. Ideally you'd like to think yes, but it's a fight or flight thing and impossible to know unless it happens.

Do you think sloths are cute or ugly? They're...unique, we'll say.

Do you know what phase the moon is in without looking? It's in it's moody, teenage angst phase...listening to screamo bands while brooding about the unbearable fucked upness of existence. Idk man.

What eyeshadow suits you best? I like dark purples or kind of sunkissed gold/copper.

And what color are your eyes? Hazel, biiiiatch.

Do you watch Teen Mom 2? I don't. I saw a few episodes of the OG season and it didn't suck me in.

What about Jenelle’s devotion to Ke$ha? Am I supposed to know what this means?

Calvins Harris or David Guetta? Um, Alan Walker!

Have you ever been to Universal Studios? I think when we went to FL when I was 5???

Are you more attracted to brunettes or blondes? Lol, absolutely doesn't make a damn difference. If I'm attracted to you, 99% chance the color of your hair wasn't the deciding factor .

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Can you do a sequel to the Princess and knight au where someone catches them and they need to come clean about their relationship 🥺

Keyleth paces back and forth in her room, chewing on her thumb nail nervously. She heard the guards outside her room start to switch a moment ago which means Vax should be here any second.

At that moment, the door creaks open. She whips over and sees Vax softly shutting the door behind him. "Vax," she says breathlessly. He turns to her and his face softens into a smile.

"Hey, Kiki." He crosses to her in three long strides and wraps her into a long hug. "Good day?"

She pulls back and smiles at him, "Now that you're here." She kisses him softly. When she pulls back, she kisses him again quickly before walking over to the small table by the window on which rests a bottle of red wine.

"Did you steal that from the kitchen?" Vax asks with a chuckle as she pours them both glasses.

"Scanlan stole it for me," she tells him. As she turns and starts walking over, the two wine glasses in hand, her foot catches on the furled up edge of the rug. She stumbles forward, instinctively letting go of both wine glasses to catch herself on the back of the couch.

Three things happen in rapid succession, the wine glasses shatter loudly on the floor, Vax starts to move towards her, and the door bursts in.

"Get the fuck away from her," a deep voice says. Keyleth and Vax both turn to see Percival standing in the doorway, his gun leveled at Vax's head.

"Percy-" Vax tries.

"Get away from her," Percy says again, his voice protective and cold.

Vax does as he says, putting both hands up as he moves almost to the other side of the room, his face filled with panic. Keyleth is sure her expression is much the same.

Percy, keeping the gun trained on Vax, walks backwards until he is beside Keyleth. Without looking at her he asks, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Percy, he didn't hurt me." She touches his shoulder. "He's fine, he's not going to do anything. Put down the gun."

"I'll put it down when he answers my questions." He cocks the gun. "What are you doing in the princess's room?"

Keyleth wishes she were brave enough to put herself between Vax and the gun, but she isn't so she just says, "He's here to see me."

"Keyleth is not to blame here," Vax says quickly. "We've been...involved for a number of weeks now. I've been sneaking in to see her. She is not responsible for my actions."

Percy's jaw twitches for a second, but then he lowers his gun and turns to Keyleth, "Please tell me he's lying."

She shakes her head, eyes starting to tear up from the stress of the situation. "He's not."

"Fuck," Percy says, raking a hand through his hair. "What the fuck are you two thinking, if anyone found out..."

"We know," Vax says softly. He walks towards Keyleth and Percy slowly, not trusting Percy not to draw his gun again. "We know how dangerous this is."

Percy glares at Vax, "Then why didn't you put a stop to it? You know her reputation would be in shambles in anyone found out."

Vax hangs his head. "I know, but I-"

"I wouldn't let him," Keyleth pipes up. "I don't care if loving him ruins my reputation."

"And what of his?" Percy turns to Keyleth in exasperation. "What do you think would happen if someone found out the princess was rendezvousing with a knight? He'd get a lot worse than removed from his position, I guarantee that."

"I'm sorry," Keyleth says, not really sure who she's talking too as tears roll down her cheeks. She hates it, it makes her feel like a damsel.

Percy sighs and wraps an arm around her, tugging her into a quick hug. "I know, but this is complicated. You two have fucked up an immeasurable amount." He sighs and pulls Keyleth back from the hug. "So here's what's going to happen, for now, I will help you conceal your...trysts. I know that I can't make you stop seeing each other so I might as well help you not get caught." He looks between them. "You two need to discuss whether or not you think this relationship is worth destroying both of your lives for."

Keyleth looks at Vax and finds pain and guilt written in his eyes.

"Not tonight," Percy cuts in. He walks over and grabs Vax by the collar of his coat and starts leading him to the door. "Get some sleep, Keyleth, I'll talk to you later." And he leaves her bedroom, taking Vax with him.

Keyleth sinks onto her bed, ignoring the red wine and shattered glass staining the carpet, and cries.

#my fic #vaxleth #critical role #vox machina #critical role fic #vox machina fic #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #vax'ildan #vaxleth fic #keyleth