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midzukishino · 5 months

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My work for the "Fluffy Zine: cats" where I did my best to draw as many cat characters that i know as I could @_@ I never drew so many characters on one canvas in my life, it was something

Game of guessing in replies is appreciated! But if you just want to check yourself here's the list of characters: The Cat Piano: the poet and the singer OFF the game: The Judge Coraline: black cat Blue Exorcist: Kuro World of Warcraft: Mr. Bigglesworth and Mischief Coco: Pepita Katekyo Hitman Reborn: gatto tempesta Uri Hetalia: Japan cat, England cat, France cat, China cat, Russia cat, America cat, Germany cat and Italy cat Castle cats: Francis, Conan and Catniss My Neighbor Totoro: Catbus Baldur's Gate 3: Tara Kid vs. Kat: Mr. Kat Shaman King: Matamune and Mic Tom and Jerry: Tom The Legend of Pipi: Pipi My Little Pony The Movie: Capper Soul Eater: Blair Pokemon: sprigatito, litten, espeon, purrloin, meowth, skitty The Legend of Luo Xiaohei: Luo Xiaohei Alice in Wonderland: The Cheshire Cat Homestuck: Vodka Mutini Cinderella: Lucifer The Cat Returns: Yuki and Prince Lune, Baron Humbert von Gikkingen and Muta A Whisker Away: Miyo and Kinako 101 Dalmatians: Sergeant Tibbs Lady and the Tramp: Si and Am Кот, который гулял сам по себе: Кот Dog in Boots/Пёс в сапогах: Milady Warrior Cats: Scourge and Firestar Tailchaser's Song: Fritti Tailchaser Mad Rat Dead: Mad Rat and Heart Varjak Paw: Varjak Paw, Holly, Tam Oliver & Company: Oliver Иван Царевич и Серый волк: Кот-учёный Three from Prostokvashino/Трое из Простоквашино: Matroskin Tutenstein: Luxor The Ancient Magus' Bride: Molly Felidae: Francis Chi's Sweet Home: Chi Котёнок по имени Гав: Гав Bolt: Mittens Rudolf the Black Cat: Rudolf and Gottalot Eleceed: Kayden and Kartein Puss in Boots: The Last Wish: Puss in Boots, Kitty Softpaws and Perrito The Aristocats: Berlioz, Toulouse, Marie, Duchess and Thomas O'Malley League of legends: Yuumi Re:zero: Puck Thunder and the House of Magic: Thunder Kiki's Delivery Service: Jiji Story Of Fifty Centimeters: Nanao and Machi and prints on the bottles: Hallmarks of felinity: Solange Кошки-мышки: Кот и Мышь Simon's Cat: Cat Nyan Cat

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piftamere · 2 months

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part four - douchebag

fun facts

y/n has done a few open mics but this will be her first real gig.

someone tell y/n she's already kind of a mess

the cat is y/n's and his name is Jiji (like in Kiki's delivery service :))

author's note

new characters are making their debut !!

gojo's pov is in dark mode

we looove judging people by their appearances and rumors

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part four - Next

rbs and interactions are highly appreciated <3

taglist : open :) to be added leave a comment on the masterlist of the smau

@lysaray @swissy23 @d6za1 @minzxec @sleepy-waffle @saturn-alone @dreamxiing @reiluvr @nikkimvriee @mellozhi @cre8inghavoc @k4sss133 @taelattecookie

#jjk x reader #jjk smau #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #maki x reader #megumi x reader #gojo smau #maki smau #megumi smau #jjk masterlist #tohs #maki zenin x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader

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best-fictional-cat · 1 year

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CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BEST FICTIONAL CATS

1st place - Jiji, Kiki's Delivery Service

2nd place - Shoe and Wagahai, Ace Attorney

3rd place - Hobbes, Calvin and Hobbes

And Salem probably won in his own head and doesn't need anyone to tell him otherwise

Link to the table with all the poll numbers from round one

Finals masterpost and other link rabbit hole

I'll be sure to keep you updated on any future competitions I'm intending to host, but for now I really should focus on the @original-cat-showdown so if you want to see cat-themed original characters that's going to be a great place to start ;)

#best fictional cat #competitions

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 9 months

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stay with me - swiss ghoul x reader

masterlist.

Author’s note: Hey ghesties I was in the mood to write some heart-wrenching angst because I love it sm, also this is my first ghost fic I’ve ever written so yeah hope you like it and requests are always open :) also any ghouls I write for are to be read as the characters, not the people behind the masks. Enjoy!!

Other things to note: reader’s gender is not mentioned, reader and swiss are in an established relationship, reader’s mental health is not the greatest, reader has a black cat named Jiji, reader is in the 3rd year of college.

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, slightly suggestive towards the end, hurt/comfort, no pronouns used for reader (swiss calls reader 'baby')

Word count: 1569 words

You had secluded yourself in your room, fuming. You and Swiss had just had a massive argument, the whole time you just felt arguing with him was pointless; but he wouldn’t give up. This time he had really hurt you, saying that if you weren’t going to support him, maybe you two should break up. Jiji, your teeny ball of adorable darkness, trotted over to you and rubbed its head on your leg. You sighed and picked him up, holding him close to your chest. You gave him a few kisses and he mewed as you sat down on your bed.

“..Jiji.. what am I gonna do.. he won’t listen to me..” You whispered softly as you pet him. He mewed again in response, softly purring on your arms. You chuckled lightly, then felt a few tears welling in your eyes.

“This whole thing just feels like…” you trailed off, mostly talking to yourself. You sniffed as tears started to fall. “..Maybe he’s right.. y’know?.. Maybe I am destined to be alone forever…” You held Jiji a bit tighter, trying not to cry.

Suddenly, as if he had a sixth sense, Swiss barged into your room. “Baby.. baby, I’m so sorry.. please don’t cry.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it..” He said quickly, rushing over to hug you. Jiji leapt from your arms and laid on the bed, right on your pillow.

You stood up as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. You sobbed into his chest, your hands holding onto his shirt tightly.

“Shh.. I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to say what I said, I’m so sorry..” Swiss whispered, rubbing your back soothingly as you continued to cry. After a few minutes of crying, you had calmed down a bit and started to speak. “..S-Swiss, I-“

He cut you off by placing a soft kiss to your lips. You stood in shock for a few seconds, another tear falling down your cheek. You kissed him back gently. “Shh.. ‘m so sorry, baby.. I never meant to make you feel alone..” He apologized over and over as he pulled away briefly to look into your eyes.

“…if I’m being honest.. maybe you’re right..” You started, looking down. “..you know I don’t have enough money to follow you everywhere for your tours.. and then there’s my schooling..” Your voice catches in your throat as it hurt to say those words aloud.

“…Wait.. What? What- what are you saying, love?” Swiss stared at you in shock and confusion. He had never thought that you would’ve actually thought of ending your relationship with him.

“…y’know.. maybe we should take a break.. you’re always gone and.. and I need someone to be here for me, physically, for when I need hugs.. you know what I mean..?” You whispered, still looking down. It broke your heart to say those words, but maybe it really was for the best.

He froze, his heart shattering inside his chest. His eyes got wide as he just looked at you.

“A.. A break…?” He stuttered, as if not believing what you said. “What do you mean? You want to... You want to... Be... Be away from me.. When I’m here..?” He asked, his voice sounding scared and he felt his eyes welling up.

It broke your heart to see how badly your words had hurt him.

“Take a break…” he repeated to himself, as if the words had just registered into his brain.

“But that means... That means... No more... No more... Kisses? No more... hugs... No more... Cuddling...? No more Jiji..?” His voice cracks towards the end of the sentence, now starting to cry. “Why…?” He asked, trying to stop you.

“Please... Please don’t do this..“He looked at you as if he was begging and his eyes were filled with desperate tears... He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to let you go.

You looked back up at him as you heard him start to cry.

“..I- I’m sorry, Swiss… b-but if you think that might be best-“

“No! No, I don’t think that’s the best!” Swiss exclaimed immediately. “Look, I- I let my temper get to the best of me, okay? I’m sorry I said that.. I didn’t mean it. Please, baby, don’t go.. I need you..“ He pleaded desperately, now starting to sob as well.

You just stared at him longingly, feeling very guilty as you watched him cry. You started to cry as well, bringing a hand to your moth to try and stifle your sobs. “Please... I'm sorry... I'll do... I'll do anything... Please…” He begged again, holding you tighter. You sniffed. “..’m sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry..” You pulled away, wiping your tears. He stared at you in shock, deeply hurt. “..W-What do you mean..? You’re not… you’re not breaking up with me.. are you..?” He whispered.

“I…” You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually break up with him. He was too perfect. You felt so terrible for doing this. “..Please.. don’t look at me like that..” You silently begged. He smiled sadly, caressing your cheeks with both his hands. He looked at you for a moment, then he leaned closer and he started kissing you tenderly, his lips meeting yours passionately and softly. He wasn't trying to be too quick, he just wanted to feel your body against him. He wanted to feel safe and loved by you again.

You let out a soft whimper as you felt him kiss you. You stepped back a bit, but kissed him back softly. You pulled away briefly. “…Swiss.. I…”

He stayed quiet for a few moments, but he kept kissing you. He was slowly picking up the pace, feeling you against him as his lips went down to your neck. “You're so beautiful... I missed your skin... I missed everything about you…” He whispered. He put his arm around your waist and he smiled, his eyes closed. For a few moments he felt safe and he felt free, he felt like nothing bad could happen now that he was with you again.

“Mm… S-Swiss.. please..” You put your hand on top of one of his to pull his arm off your waist, but instead it lingers. He looked at you, not believing you were still trying to end it. He was hurt so much that he didn't know how to answer you for a moment, he stayed silent. He started to open his mouth to say something, but then he closed it. He couldn't say anything... He felt like his words were trapped inside his throat.

“Why…?” He asked softly. “Why do you want to... Break... U-us…?” He paused and his voice started to break now. He was about to cry again.

“Please, baby... Please... I love... I love you, I…”

He choked on his words and he covered his face to muffle his cry. “I can't... I can't do this... I can’t… I need you, baby..”

In that moment you regretted everything. You hated hurting him, and it just broke your heart to pieces to see him like this.

“I’m so sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to hurt you..” You said in a quiet voice, hugging him tightly as you sobbed. He was held you as tight as he could without hurting you, his voice sounding broken and almost whispering.

“I love you…”

He kept looking at your face as he kissed you and he tried to make you happy, to make you stay.

“I.. I need you... Please, don't... Don't leave me...

He was caressed your face, and he kissed you again, a little more passionately than before.

“Please... Please... Baby…” He mumbled between kisses, and you felt his tears fall as well as yours. He was desperate and he didn't want you to go.

You kissed him back with the same passion, feeling terrible. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him in closer as you two continued to kiss each other, both still crying. “I love you.. I’m so sorry, Swiss.. I’m so sorry..” You repeated every time in between kisses.

“I love you... I love you…” He repeated his words, his voice breaking again as he continued to kiss you.

Eventually he backed you up to the bed and you both sat down, still giving each other short but passionate kisses. You pulled away, sobbing. “..I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to hurt you… I feel terrible..” Your voice cracks, and he wipes your tears, disregarding his own. He smiled sadly.

“..No, no… Don’t be sorry.. I’m the one that should be sorry.. I made you feel like I didn’t want you anymore.. I should’ve controlled my temper.. I’m so sorry.. Will you ever forgive me..?” He pulled you into his arms again, having you sit on his lap. You buried your face into his neck, holding onto his shirt tightly, letting a few last quiet sobs out. He rubbed your back soothingly, not caring that you got his shirt wet. “Shh… it’ll be okay..” He whispered. “..Will you ever forgive me…?”

You nodded. “Yes.. yes, of course.. of course I forgive you. I love you.” You whispered with a smile.

He smiled contently, resting his head on yours gently. “Thank you…” he whispered, continuing to rub your back and humming softly soon after, lulling you to sleep.

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spicyicetea · 4 months

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So… I used to play Obey me a while back, but I finally decided to get back into it. You can thank Beel, I've always loved him. I decided that I'll open up my questions to any and all obey me related content but I also have a few ideas of my own I kinda want to write anyways. I don't remember the plot of the original game that well. I know I could just go back and go through the chapters again, but I want to experience the game properly again so am currently waiting for the damn account deletion to be done so I can replay (Finally get to do it on the 19th). In the meantime,I've decided to start playing Nightbringer, I'm currently on Lesson 12, I don't remember what level though. I'm enjoying myself, Beel has been my focus since day one but seeing Diavolo in his demon form constantly… damn… ANYWAY!

Because I don't know the story as well as I generally know the characters, I have to make significant changes to the MC in my writing as I don't know all the vague lore you get about them every now and then. However, I've decided just blanking them out is too boring. A few complaints I've seen about x reader/xMCs is that they tend to be written with little to no significant personality, which makes sense to project upon but can become bland. I try to give my MCs different personalities and decide that I'll just do the same thing here. But, like more. I have one or two draft ideas but I'm still caught between them. I know I want to have the MC be an established character rather than a husk, it makes sense to have them be so blank for a game but it can sometimes make it hard to relate to such a blank slate in writing. (For me at least). Out of the drafts I've decided to go with, my first idea, which is to keep the Human MC but not have them be from the human world in the game. I was originally considering making the MC be from the real world, but to further differentiate the game MC to the way I want to write them, they're going to be from a world that is a bit more magical. It won't be blatantly in your face in the way of being overpowered or as strong as Solomon, but the MC isn't a pushover and doesn't like being disrespected. I suppose I should introduce our MC before posting the little preview to gauge interest.

MEET MC:

Currently she is being represented by my persona, but there is 0 description of her appearance in the actual writing, well other than basic fem descriptors, tiddie and thicc thighs because I am a whore. Now you can kinda already see some vague lore with all the hands. As I mentioned before, this MC comes from a world with magic, including angels, demons and more. The five mentioned briefly in the drawing refers to some characters that help establish her backstory and why she is in the Devildom in the first place, they won't play key roles in the story itself, unless people are interested in who they are.

Obey me! x reader (slight Yandere/possessive behaviour)

Warnings: All writing on my page is either full Yandere or somewhat Yandere, with possessive tendencies. Many may include mentions of violence, swearing and sexual imagery. MDNI. Demons trying to stake their claim over you already.

Prologue kinda

The tip of my foot tapped against the tiles as I continued to whisk the frosting in the bowl, cradled in my arms. Swaying side to side to the tune I hummed under my breath, a soft tail curling around my ankle grounding me again. I look to my side with a smile, crouching down and running my free hand through the soft cats fur.

“Hiya Jiji, are you alright?” I cooed, my cat rolling onto her back.

I close my eyes in a smile as my fingers go to scratch between her ears, but instead brush against the cold floor. With a pout I open my eyes, only to stare at an unfamiliar floor. The air feels stagnant and keeps catching in my throat, randomly appearing somewhere else armed with only a whisk and a bowl of frosting would do that to someone though. At the sound of a loud “Ahem” I slowly rose from my hunched of position.

“Who are you?” A stern voice called from behind me, clearly not happy to have a visitor.

Biting my lip nervously I turned on my heels to face them only to be met with a hoard, oh wait group is the appropriate word. Scanning over their horns and defensive posture, they must be demons… but I had never seen any demons like them back home. Speaking of home, I don’t recognise this place at all from hell when I’d visit to do business. My eyes darted to the bracelet on my wrist, the charms dangling there and not responding as I pressed on them.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath.

“I’ll ask again, who are you?” The voice asked again far more forcefully.

I dropped my arm back to my sides as I looked up at the demons. Upon a second glance, it was clear that three of them weren’t demons but angels, well one seems to be human but a shady one at that. Despite the suffocating anxiety settling in, I bit my lip and debated my options. Dying in a foreign hell didn’t seem too nice right about now.

‘Remember Y/N, when meeting anyone, no matter their status, act polite and formal. It has the lowest likelihood of backfiring.’ A voice echoed in my mind.

As much as I hated it when… he decided to implant thoughts in my memory, they were often useful. Heeding the voice’s advice I promptly bowed, straightening my posture as a rose again.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a human.”

“Y/N? Human? How intriguing, how is a human like you here?” The man beside the first laughed, placing a hand on the stern one’s shoulder as he spoke.

As if sharing the same thought, the all turned to the white haired human before he chuckled awkwardly and shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my doing, I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

I just stood silently, watching as they devolved into bickering, the red-head who had addressed me before standing aside with another man, entertained my their squabbles. That was until I received a firm poke to my shoulder. I jolt at the sudden contact, smacking them on the cheek with the whisk still in my hand.

“Oh, can I?” The ginger asked, motioning to the bowl tucked under my arm.

I raised a bow and just held the whisk up at his face, him leaning forward and licking the frosting off, starting blankly at me before changing to a content smile and licked the rest of the frosting off of it.

“Mmm, sweet, did you make this?”

“Huh? Well, yes?”

He nodded, grabbing my shoulders and turning to face the group, his yelling grabbing their attention.

“Lucifer! We’re keeping her!”

“What?! No we’re not!”

“I think it’s an amazing idea, Lucifer! She can move into the spare room in the House of Lamentation!”

“Diavolo… yes sir.” Lucifer sighed.

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And that’s how I ended up here, sat on a bed that was apparently now mine while a demon cooed and painted my nails.

“Ah, you look so adorable Y/N-chan,” Asmodeus sang, admiring my now dry nails.

It had only been a day since I had been… given refuge in this house, and it was already exhausting. The brothers seemed to not trust me, yet clung to me whenever I went into shared living spaces. I’ve been jumped on, bit and two of the brothers even started yelling at each other when their “Y/N schedule” overlapped. It wasn’t all bad though. The brothers weren’t the only ones present at the time and the others seemed to stick around.

As Asmodeus dragged me by my arm out of the room into the library, I gulped as all eyes drew to us, their hungry stares sending shivers up my spine. As my eyes met a pair of friendly gold ones, a grin spread on Diavolo’s face, ushering me over.

“Ah, Y/N, are both of you done with your pampering? Come sit with us!” Diavolo grinned, patting his thigh.

I walk over to sit between him and Barbatos, standing waiting for an opportunity to sit down. Both of them looked at each other with a smirk, Diavolo leaning back and patting his thigh again.

“Come, what has you hesitating?” He grinned.

“Wait, you want me to… sit on-“

Diavolo leant forwards, intertwining our fingers as he pulled me towards himself, using his other hand to spin me around and sit me on his thigh. I tense up, hands shooting to sit in my lap. His hands stay on my hips, rubbing up and down my sides as he casually continued to speak to brothers.

“Lucifer, have you thought about our previous discussion?”

“Yes, my brothers and I would be more than able to monitor her at RAD.”

“Wait what?” I ask, turning back to look at Diavolo.

He just chuckled and leant forwards, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Well, you must be here for some reason even if you’re unaware, so we’ve decided to let you stay. To help you integrate into the Devildom we’re enrolling you in RAD, the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Lucifer and his brothers will look after you during your stay, so if any problems come up, please do tell them. I don’t mind if you come visit Barbatos and I though, I can always make time for… special guests.”

His horns rubbed against the back of my neck as his grip tightened when the other brothers come into the library. Yeah… this is going to be a stressful stay.

Yay finally managed to copy past this without my tumblr having a stroke. I hope you people like this, I’m down horrendous for these men and really want an excuse to write for these characters. The relationships will build quickly and each new update will focus on a character primarily, perhaps with nsfw? Idk depends on how well you all take this. There are some characters I think would make sense to get close to first in this so I’ll make it up to y’all. As much as I want Diavolo sadly I don’t think, going down the harem route, that he’d be the first one you offically started dating, he’d probably be either after or just before Lucifer to be honest.

#x reader #yandere x reader #obey me x reader #obey me #yandere obey me #yandere obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me beelzebub

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fuckingshutup · 2 months

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helloooo my lovely mutuals in my phone.. mutuals, my beloveds... i don't know how to do this kind of thing but i'll do my best. i need to take my cat, jiji, to the vet for her general shots and also Concern abt a Shiny Bald Patch in a non-lickable spot. and the job market is mean to me... last time i got her antibiotics and her shots, i know it was over 200 dollars but i cant remember how much- so to play it safe, i'm looking to raise at least 300. look at this baby.

so! i have my general post for commissions floating around, but im also offering a flat 15 dollar doodle commission for your character or whatever! if you just want to help, i also have my kofi (it does take taxes out bc i have a "business" paypal connected to it so the tax man cant kill me, so technically im aiming for a little Above 300 but you know)

some doodle examples! they can be digital or physical, depends on what flavour you want i guess.

please help me pass this around or whatever even if you cant help monetarily! thank you ♡

#ooc #my art #vet bills #cats #commissions #um um uh um what else do i tag this #long post #man i dont like having to ask for money like this..

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page-matcha · 20 days

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TXT as studio ghibli characters!

a/n - I was doing a studio ghibli marathon with my friends and thought I'd do this for fun ♡

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Yeonjun - Howl (Howls moving castle)

honestly I don't even know how to explain this. Yeonjun just gives off that sort of vibe you know? 😭 Also Howls ego 😭😭😭 'if I can't be pretty there's no point in living 😔' I think this matches Yeonjun pretty well.

He'd be so cool, composed, and mysterious when you first meet, but once you start getting to know him he's just this big pouty adorable baby 🙃

Also imagine Yeonjun in Howls clothing 🫠 You know howls white top and tight black pants?

kind of like this?

Also fun fact: the female lead of howls moving castle has the same name as me so it makes the movie that much better 🙃

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Soobin - Haku (Spirited away)

I think it's just because Soobin is so calm most of the time? Haku is also a leader of sorts to the other people at the bath house so yeah 🙃 (I'm sorry am I even making sense rn? 😭)

He may seem super blocked off at first but ends up being a huge help to you and a very close friend c:

Honestly I was kind of tempted to give this character to beomgyu just because of the long hair 😭

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Beomgyu - Calcifer (Howls moving castle)

Calcifer is just so mischievous you know? (And dramatic but anyways) He's loud playful and just fun to be around 🤷🏻‍♀️ Calcifer is honestly like my favorite studi ghibli character ever.

I think he's also just really loyal. He can be super chaotic at times but when it comes to your time of need he'll be right by your side.

Like in the beginning of the movie, I don't think calcifer liked Sophie that much, and was always messing with her. But when she and howl were in danger he tried his best to help in any way he could.

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Taehyun - Jiji (Kikis delivery service)

I mean Jiji is a cat so... do I really have to day anything more?

Jiji is probably one of the most down to earth and honest characters in studio ghibli.

He makes a great companion, great friend, and great advice giver. (Also super sarcastic but you know-)

He's the type to be super honest with you and tell you straight up if you've done something stupid. But that also makes him an amazing advice giver. Hence, leading to a great friendship 👍

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Hueningkai - Sosuke (Ponyo)

I don't know how to explain this one 🙃

Sosuke is like this little ball of energy. Always curious and super energetic. He also has a huge imagination!

Throughout the movie I feel like Sosuke didn't really know what was going on, but he knew his friend needed help and was willing to do anything for them.

So huening might be clueless/ innocent at times, but he'd be willing to put himself at risk for you.

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a/n: I'm so sorry that this is all over the place 😭 have of what I said makes basically no sense, but I hope you enjoyed my rambling still...?

#studio ghibli #txt #taehyun #hueni #hueningkai #soobin #beomgyu #yeonjun #matcha writes!

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therealnightcity · 5 months

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[Subject Interview: Ares]

NICKNAME: Ares is a nickname, actually. My full name is Arisa, but it's only ever that when I'm in trouble for something.

GENDER: Female

STAR SIGN: I'm a Tarus. (Bet you thought I was going to say Aries huh?) It says I'm dependable, and logical but also stubborn and set in my ways. I hope I'm the first, but I don't think I'm that stubborn, unless it's something that matters a lot. And that I'm attracted to people who make me feel safe and comfortable. I don't know who wrote this, but 'safe' isn't exactly in plentiful supply in Night City, or the Badlands.

HEIGHT: 6'3, (or 191cm for those of you across the pond)

ORIENTATION: Women please, not that I have anything again men. They're just not for me, thanks.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: I was born in the Badlands, but my mom was from Brazil, and my dad was Japanese. I never met him, he ran off before I was born. I never met him and yeah I wonder what he was like, but if he was a nice person, he'd have stuck around. I have two amazing mom's though, and I can't complain.

FAVE FRUIT: I love cantaloupe! Dakota grows these melons that are the best thing I've ever tasted. Watermelon too! Or cactus fruit (but its's even better as liquor, at least till the next morning.)

FAVE SEASON: Spring is my favorite--when it starts to get a little warmer, and the flowers start peeking out again. Everyone makes the Badlands sound like it's devoid of life, but they've never been to the places where the wildflowers have been growing back.

FAVE FLOWER: I've always liked California Fuchsia. It has these little red flowers, and soft green leaves, that look like they're brushed with frost. I try to take a sprig home with me when I find it.

FAVE SCENT: It'd have to be campfire smoke. Always reminds me of summer nights, and the smell of something good roasting over the coals. I also love the smell of oil--I'm sure it's not good for me, but it's familiar, and there's comfort in that.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee for me, no milk or sugar, and preferably over a campfire.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: I try to get at least 8, but let's be honest, that's a goal and not a given.

DOG OR CAT PERSON: Dogs for me! Not that I don't like cats, but I've always grown up with dogs. I have two, Luna and Jiji (who's the size of a cat anyway, so I think he counts.)

DREAM TRIP: I'd love to go back to Colorado. We traveled through the area when I was younger, and I've always wanted to stay longer. Or further up the coast would be nice too. Anywhere with nature, or open spaces. The cities have always been a little too much.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER POET: I can't pick a single character (there's too many I like) so you get my favorite poet instad. I love Jack Kerouac--there's this passage--

“As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and knelt on the trail and said ‘Thank you, shack.’ Then I added ‘Blah,’ with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would understand what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world.”

I don't know what his world was like, but I wish I could have seen it. One with "beautiful blue sunshine sky" or "hundreds of miles of pure snow-covered rocks and virgin lakes and high timber".

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: I sleep with one, if the dogs don't steal it in the middle of the night.

RANDOM FACT: I know how to fly a plane! Not a big one, but my mom taught me. She's...a little weird about it when you ask her where she learned, but people have their secrets, I guess.

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Happy to talk again, if you ever feel like it. Sure you don't want a drink? I think I have a couple beers if you've got a while.

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #cyberpunk ocs #oc: ares tanner #ares speaks #oc interview #cyberpunk headcanons

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soul-teller · 5 months

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im sick and sad, pls send me your headcanons about your favorite characters (they also can be your own characters)

(p.s. also you can send them in my ask box or in replies or reblog this post with them, whatever you like)

there should've been a picture of my cat Jiji, bUT MOBILE TUMBLR NEVER LETS ME POST ANYTHING WITH A PICTURE, HATE HATE HATE HATE

#soulteller tales #man depresso espresso got me deep #i hate being siiiick end my miseryyyy aaaaaaarhg #by all means i should be asleep and ive got a test run of an exam tomorrow #blergh

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ms0milk · 2 years

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rabbit rabbit

| maki x fem reader

a/n: halloween is my favorite holiday and i love my wife

cw: drunk fem reader, sober maki, teeny tiny mentions of a party, some biting, much pining (reader+maki aren't dating), author uses sorcerer wife to tease horny readers

(third year Maki & co. all characters +18)

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Your only job is to lean your chest into hers. That's it. Nothing fancy. Maki has two strong hands locked under your ass and a happy mouthful of your hair. You, on the other hand, can barely keep one arm wrapped around her neck. Not that it would make carrying you any easier– regardless of whether or not you cooperate Maki could always toss you around effortlessly enough.

You sink your face deeper and deeper into her shoulder. Try to keep your legs wrapped around her waist. Her rhythmic canter keeps you just on the right side of the battle between sleepy and nauseous.

“Oi,” she growls low and close like she doesn’t know any other way to speak quietly, “Still with me angel?”

Depth perception would be so lovely right now.

“Mak..d’call m tha…”

Your voice is muffled in the collar of her jacket but she hears you clearly enough. Weaving through quiet Tokyo back alleys, Maki hops a bit every now and then to keep you from slipping bonelessly out of her arms and into some glitter filled sewer grate. Shibuya is never her idea of a good time on Halloween, but Nobara insists every year. And this year she’s the only one that stayed sober enough to keep an eye on you.

“What are these supposed to be then?” Maki adjusts her grip under your thighs and traces the tip of your cheap feathered costume wings with a finger. You groan. She chuckles.

“Y’already know Mak, s..s’not funny..”

Your little plastic horns keep poking her in the neck.

“What? Your costume?

“N’one got it.”

Maki contains her laughter if only to keep you from getting sick down the front of her favorite jacket and presses her cheek into yours. Whether you know it or not you start swinging your legs which Maki can only stop by clamping down on them with her biceps before she continues, “You only let Megumi guess and he's never even seen a buffalo wing- you're too stubborn. Lucky you're so cute.” She's embolden by the idea you might not remember any of this in the morning.

Tucked away, she can’t quite see your face but she can hear your smile when you mumble, “..clever ‘uh?”

“Hm? You think you’re clever?”

You slur a mmhm into her chest and drape both your arms limply around her neck in victory, which only makes keeping her heart from bursting out of her ribs slightly more difficult than it already is. One of your hands fiddles with the hair at the base of her neck while she works to keep moving in a straight line.

One, two, three steps up the front entrance of the school and one more hop to keep you in her arms. Four steps to round the corner, six stairs up the front of the residence building, and what feels like a half marathon to the third-year dorms. Counting is the only thing that keeps Maki’s mind off of how furious Nobara's Kiki is going to be when she realizes her Jiji left the party early to carry the lightweight home. Her cat-ear headband has traveled halfway down the side of her face from your constant fiddling fingers and she’s not sure you aren’t chewing on it.

“Home again, home again,” she whispers when, finally, blessedly, the pair of you are standing in front of your bedroom door. She holds you up with one hand and cracks the door with the other, slipping inside quietly, “C'mon Y/n, bedtime.”

You take that as a cue to dismount and lean back in her arms, not too worried about how you’re going to stick the landing. Maki takes a panicked step sideways to sandwich you between her hips and the wall.

“S’bed..time,” you parrot.

She exhales, “Operative word being bed.” And folds herself back under you to peel you both away from the wall.

The heartbeat in her chest presses into your ribs and her breath tickles across your ear. Your legs dangle in the air. Her Halloween costume is just a flimsy excuse to wear all black, but you couldn’t help smiling into your drink all night whenever she struck a pose with Kugisaki for a photo. Devilish smirk and her hands pointed like ears above her head. Sometimes she’d poke her tongue out or flash a grin with her all-too-convincing fangs, and still always direct her glance to you even when you weren’t the one taking the photo.

Megumi got wasted quietly, but pretty immediately at the busy bar Kugisaki scoped out days ago, which meant Yuuji had his drunken hands full keeping his friend upright, and Toge had his hands full keeping the two of them from staring into each other’s eyes for too long. Lest they rip each other’s costumes off on the dance floor.

You can’t quite remember what Maki was doing tonight beside standing in a crowd looking sultry. Or keeping an eye on Nobara's glass when she left the group to dance with a boy or two. This can’t be a step up from booze-guard. Scooping you off a bar stool and carrying you home.

“M’okay,” You grumble and think about slipping down the wall away from her. For a second you think you have, but you’re still in her arms against the wall when she leans deep into you– face and hair tucked perfectly into the crook of your neck– shoulders swallowing you into her chest– flat hands strong and broad against your back and under your ass.

“C’mere Y/n,” she growls again, “hold onto my jacket.” So you do.

Even with the lights off your room is clean enough for her to navigate to the bed without tripping. She feels bad about her shoes on your floor.

“Maki...I’m ok.”

If she hears your quiet voice in the breast of her jacket, she doesn’t let on. Is she mad at you? Her knees bump your mattress and she breathes again, “Final stop of the night.”

Is she mad at you?

Her stupid painted whiskers. Dumb sexy studded leather jacket and those fucking boots. Her sneaky, toothy, competitive, triumphant, arrogant grin. And her hands on your body. You don’t want any of that to be angry with you.

“Mak I–”

She migrates an arm under your thigh and hitches your legs to her hips when she leans into the bed so you don't just crumple.

“Maki..”

She presses you both into the swell of quilt atop of your sheets, chest to chest and hip to hip. When your back is flat against the blankets, she slips her hands away from your waist and moves to unhook your fingers from her clothes. You think she’s trying to sit up. You can’t see straight through dizzy drink and the fact that the lights are still off, but with your bodies so close like this you can slip your hands inside her jacket and bring them together around her. To keep her from leaving. She’s huffing some more, or maybe laughing or rolling her eyes. You don’t want to find out. You sneak your fingers under the loose hem of her shirt and drag the tops of your nails softly up her back. She shudders.

“Y/n,” she tries to shift free– tangled awkwardly on top of you and still somewhat on her feet– but you slid your legs up either side of her, high enough to wrap them around. They slip a little in your sloppy state, but find enough purchase in the meat of her thighs for you to squeeze her tight and close. She exhales a shallow breath, “Y/n, we gotta take your shoes off.”

She’s right. You roll your hips up to get your legs a closer together but you aren’t quite coordinated enough to nudge your own shoes off toe-to-heel. You give up.

“M’sorry Mak.”

This makes her chest rattle. With laughter or anger?

Your small voice swells her heart. The rolling of your body and press of your every inch into her tickles the back of her throat like a gasp. She feels your cold fingerprints mindlessly trace and scratch her bare skin and when you reach high enough, the touch sends a shower of goosebumps down from her nape. She’s sober and you’re safe, but she’s not okay. Do you realize that every time you breathe with her crushing you like this, you whimper a little?

She turns her head, in your silly tight grip, right against your earlobe to try and reason with you, “Let go.”

“Maki..sorry, I’m sorry.”

“What for?” she rumbles again and she’s smiling now against your cheek. You take a few seconds to form a thought and she passes the time by blowing softly against your ear to feel you shiver. She likes the way your fingers curl.

“..Maki I…” You’ve murmured her name tonight more than you’ve said it outright in the past week. You trail off into your thoughts.

“Sit up for me Y/n.”

You don’t budge, but you’re not heavy. Maki sinks to her knees so that her hips are level with your mattress, and your body, still wrapped stubbornly around hers, follows until you’re sat on your butt in bed and leaning upright against her. Your legs slip from her waist. Are you asleep?

With your cheek on her shoulder she’s able to get you free of your crushed and crumpled angel wings. Next your jacket– wait, Yuuji’s jacket, she notes– and your horns. Then your shoes. She reaches sideways as best she can without letting you fall off her shoulder and onto the floor, and pulls your sneakers off from the heel. You’ll be mad when you realize she wore her shoes inside and put you to bed in the clothes you wore out, but the idea of taking off your shirt with her own hands makes her head pound. Your skirt was already hiked up high enough for her hands to be full of ass the whole way home. She really did try to ignore it.

“s’bedtime Mak.”

“You read my mind.”

She cups your cheek in a warm worn hand and brushes her thumb under your eye until you raise your head. A string of drool pulls from your lips to her jacket and she only catches it because of the stream of moonlight that pours into your room when you stay up late enough to see it.

She shifts her thumb from your cheek to your chin and swipes once over your bottom lip to wipe away the spittle. You catch her. With your teeth.

Your eyes are barely half open and your fingers are still playing with the hem of her shirt– you couldn't even manage to touch your own feet together five seconds ago, but you somehow have enough coordination to catch her fingers in your mouth and hold them there. Saliva drips over your teeth and down her nail. Then it’s moist against her skin. Your mouth is hot and your breath is sweet and for a split second she wants to know what your tongue would feel like if she pressed a finger into it. To see if your mouth overflowed wet around it. She sits still and watches it flick behind your teeth, wishing it would just–

She flinches when your fingertips brush against her stomach, regaining sanity, “Nope.” She frees herself from your bite, “no, no.” And pushes you back onto your bed. She swings your feet up to follow the rest of you so that you’re finally horizontal.

You catch her sleeve this time when she gets too close and when she looks down to ease you off, you’re covering your eyes with your other arm. You shudder. She gives in.

Maki kneels next to your bed one last time, ignoring your messy hair that she’s too shy to tie back neatly, and the new dribble of saliva that she’s not going to try to clean again. You murmur her name into the crook of your elbow. Once, then twice, each time significantly less intelligible than the last.

She’s almost in the clear. You bring one of your legs up to get comfortable and flash the soft skin at the very top of your thigh. She tries to take her arm back, “C’mon angel, be good.”

Your fingers stiffen at the name. You curl deeper into your own shoulder and whisper, just on the cusp of sleep, “..mean..it.”

She leans in to try and hear you clearly, worried you’re feeling sick. But before she can speak you roll your head back towards her, eyes closed, lips parted, nearly asleep, and breathe, “Say it, Maki..”

“What?”

In a faraway part of her mind, she wishes you were this helpless a little more often. Even if it made her heart ache. She rests her chin on your bed when your hand finally goes slack and her arm is freed. She waits a second longer to see if you’ll finish your thought.

“Angel...Maki.”

“Say angel?”

She lets you trace your blind sleepy fingers up her neck and behind her ear and tries to melt into your fingertips. You’re not grabbing or clinging, just gently touching and she knows now’s her chance to leave but she’s too busy weighing the pros and cons of sleeping on your floor to pull away before you finish speaking.

“Mmhm,” your voice is awfully sweet, “say it like ya’ mean it.”

…

A pillow replaces her easily enough once you finally surrender to sleep. Maki clicks on your nightlight and stands soft guard for a second in the doorway while you wrap yourself limply around the pillowcase. You mumble her name again. It’s too quiet for her to hear. Or maybe it’s in your head. Maki, in a heavy leather jacket and bulky combat boots, holds her cat ear headband in clammy hands and watches you sleep for just a few more seconds before knocking her head into your doorframe on her way to a very long and very hot shower.

happy halloween-recovery day ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

#sfw #maki x reader #the smut is on the way swearsies #rabbit rabbit is what you say for good luck on the first day of the month!#and this obvi takes place on an early nov 1st morning

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