#smolcuriouskitten

[monmuses]

@smolcuriouskitten continued from here

     He was quick on the reaction to hearing her shirt rip, following the small complaint. He had an eye and an ear for those things. Moving the tacks around in his mouth, he nudged her arm and tapped the chair that was in front of the mirror in her dressing room. Already, he had his sewing kit and other smaller tools to help with the tear in her shirt.

     Though, curiously, was this his form of magic in the form of sewing and cobbler works?

     How did you get this? He seemed to ask, tapping on the tear in her shirt with his thimble finger. He was careful with the needle and thread in the process, hopefully not pricking her skin.

#smolcuriouskitten #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥-𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢; (𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱) #✨{𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔦 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰?; (𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔢!; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶) #✨{𝔳; 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰}

[bcntbouquet]

@smolcuriouskitten // ren & dj, closed [plotted] starter

"... You drew these?" The young monarch remembered it vividly, the lazy afternoon depicted in the lovingly detailed sketches he now held between his hands, teal waters lapping at his feet, his hair cropped a tad shorter than it was now. Not included in the drawing, but taking place that same day, was a delightful banquet celebrating the engagement that would soon join the two once-opposing leaderships in marriage. It had only been a few weeks since the feast, and yet, somehow, Derward had felt a lot younger, then.

"I didn't realise... that anybody had been watching... I mean, our men are always supposed to be keeping an eye on me," he recalled with a smirk, "but they'd been so busy helping father prepare his speech, making sure your father had his special diet taken care of..."

Derward felt misty-eyed beholding his new bride, carefully handing the illustrations back to her.

"I truly believed I'd slipped away unnoticed."

He thanked her for showing him, for seeing him in a way that no one else had ever dared to. There was no royal stare, or puffed chest—Just a lad, not having yet fully become his father, enjoying the last of his rebellion while in the company of a few hungry feathered, finned, and furry friends. He knew this time of year was especially hard for the animals of the land, so he'd left his seat at the table to divide what he could among the small creatures.

#smolcuriouskitten #derward x ren 001 #m; derward #v. happy to be stuck with you?

[penniesfortheferryman]

"Hmm." Kharon hums, walking over to her without a second thought. Curious as to what she wanted to give him.

@smolcuriouskitten // closed.

#smolcuriouskitten #[ closed rp ]

[rightxonxmain-archived]

smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

Brian didn't face Onyx straightaway but gradually turned his head towards the woman he loved. He knew that making eye contact wasn't an imperative since she seemed to never change her expression (usually) and therefore it wasn't easy to read her reaction to what was being said to her.

Still, he had called her in here and now he was obligated to treat this like an actual civil conversation.

"Well, that's kind of just it-"

The young man practically recoiled when he saw that grin which was, unfortunately, getting to be more and more characteristic. It was also a bit of a 'war flashback' moment for him, as he could recall breaking out into maniacal smiles for no reason at all starting with his connection to Aylmer.

"You and he have been doing an awful lot of talking lately..." Brian sighed, still in the dark as to the light shooting out of his head. Right now he had a rig of saran wrap and tape over it to keep the elements out, but he knew that would only get him so far. Needless to say, hats were a must when out in public. His brother Mike was bringing new fashions over weekly.

"I just don't want you going down the same path as I have, Onyx... And I don't want more trouble for Aylmer, either... It's not any secret how much I've had to pay the cops to keep quiet about things as they are..."

***

The parasite was indeed incapacitated, currently swaddled and sipping chicken brains from a blender cup with a straw, but the severed link between himself and Brian had caused an additional phenomenon; he could now hear all of Brian's thoughts! Even from another room!

Needless to say, the attempted co-conspiring taking place in the bathroom caused unhappiness to swell inside of his blue body. Onyx was his only recourse during these tough times, this he believes wholeheartedly... Aylmer didn't actually posses a heart, instead a heart-like part called the aortic arch, but that's neither here nor there. All that mattered was his will to pit Onyx against Brian because Brain, bless him, was of little to no use anymore.

#smolcuriouskitten #m; brian #brian x onyx 001 #m; aylmer

[sheldoney]

@smolcuriouskitten

"Oh, I'm sorry. Barry seems to have taken a liking to your little dog." He gives a tiny tug on the corgi's harness not wanting to upset the other dog owner.

#smolcuriouskitten #(after the nobel verse.) #(shelrock.)

[o-rusted-heart]

Nick Valentine wasn't very welcome in the Strip, and he knew that already.

Of course being unwelcome wasn't the same as being barred, so the generality didn't stop him from what he needed. Usually in the case of the Strip it was an investigation of some high roller or grifter who needed to be tracked down, but... not today.

Today he found himself listening to impulse; impulse was built up from a hard week of back-to-back tough cases, an episode of resurging memory files, and all in all a gloomy demeanor. And what did a man do when he felt gloomy? He drank, usually.

And went to see a show at the Tops, if alcohol didn't do much more than lubricate his internal pistons.

Nick found himself tucked towards the back of the Aces theater, on the other side of the bar where he wouldn't be stared at. The brim of his hat was low, the collar of his coat up high, and a scarf tucked neatly over his throat to hopefully cast the illusion that he was just like everybody else who wanted to see a pretty girl sing. The glowing yellow eyes might've done him in, though.

Whiskey in hand, eyes on the woman at the microphone, Nick clapped politely with a metal hand as she sang her set.

The couple sitting closest to him scooted away carefully.

@smolcuriouskitten.

#smolcuriouskitten #New Vegas AU .

[myriadxofxmuses]

What author do you write like?

Tagged by: @heartxshaped-bruises

Tagging: @lunarruled , @waveofstars , @uncxntrxllable , @emmaxmeyer , @strictlyoc , @disposablelover , @smolcuriouskitten , @missautumn , @huntrcssqueen , and YOU!

#I did a couple different samples and they all came back the same 😂 #heartxshaped-bruises #lunarruled #waveofstars #uncxntrxllable #emmaxmeyer #strictlyoc #disposablelover #smolcuriouskitten #missautumn #huntrcssqueen #[the fourth wall of a fourth wall is sixteen walls: ooc]

[deceivesthem]

@smolcuriouskitten liked this for a short starter

"i hope you won't think less of me for just trying to help."

#smolcuriouskitten #( * v. if i cannot be loved i must be feared // main. )

[homicidalqueeen]

smolcuriouskitten asked:

"I'm a nice person but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

"Sounds like ya' need a drink." @smolcuriouskitten

#smolcuriouskitten #(mini.)

[lildrea28]

Smol

#artists on tumblr #she ra #she ra fanart #shera #catra shera #spop catra #catgirl #cats #catra #smolcuriouskitten #so smol

[diemauermoved]

" i was planning on going to the basketball game monday but i'm not sure how long practice is going to be . "

@smolcuriouskitten liked for a one liner!

#smolcuriouskitten

[monmuses]

smolcuriouskitten asked: "Oh. my. goodness. YOU BOTH ARE SO CUTE! I could just hold you two! May I give you both a hug and a forehead kiss?" {for the raggedy twins! ❤️}

     "Aw, I'd love a kiss and big hug! Thank you, lady!" Eagerly, she brought her hands up for the little hug and kiss, beaming with a big smile and a soft giggle upon being picked up and snuggled with. Ann loved the attention!

     As for Andy...

     "I don't do no hugs or kisses!" He grumbled, turning his head away in a grumpy huff. Though, watching his sister be given the attention and welcoming it warmly, maybe just this once... it was okay. Just for once, for his sister.

     Huffing once more, he brought his arms down and opened his palms, allowing the attention. "Only one kiss," he spoke up. "I'll take the hug, but only one kiss!"

     (That means give him more kisses because he won't stop you if Ann is with him.)

#smolcuriouskitten #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡; (𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡) #✨{𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱; (𝔦𝔫-𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯) #✨{𝔦'𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔯𝔞𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔶‚ 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫’ 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔶; (𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔫) #✨{𝔦 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔶‚ 𝔦 𝔤𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔶; (𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶) #// *me with this stupid ass grin on my face: #// *spoil them with LOVEEE

[bcntbouquet]

@smolcuriouskitten // cont'd [ x ]

DJ couldn’t imagine the nice woman being any prettier with makeup than she was without—But instead of seeming sycophantic, he just smiled at the joke, to show her it wasn’t unfunny.

“Yes, that’s it.” His was an odd name, he knew, and because of that it felt sort of embarrassing to have to repeat it.

He felt ridiculous, being thanked just because he’d been here to witness her cry-fest. Just because he’d stood like a crash dummy and let her embrace him.

Why hadn’t he thought of the possibility of her being indecent? If she had been, there could be a lot more trouble. Like being marked as a sexual predator for the rest of his life. Fuck. He was an idiot—Moreover, an idiot that was slipping when it came to being on his toes, supposed to be ready for anything.

“… You’re being too kind… You don’t owe me an apology, or jokes… Please, just…” Derward’s breath became shaky at the end of the sentence, but came to Rockelle as asked and sat beside her without disturbing the furniture.

“NO. I didn’t say that. Believe me, please. Really, I didn’t. I-I said some of your staff mistook me for a member of the press and let me in.” With a breath he didn’t let out, Derward turned towards Rockelle, stretching out the lapel of his jacket, so she could see the object that started all this confusion in motion.

“It’s a button that says ‘press the’… Press the button… Get it? I never dreamt in a million years that something like this would happen…” He turned away, one leg beginning to wiggle anxiously. The vein in his temple showed and his throat felt dry and tight, with every tick of the clock above the vanity his eyes grew waterier.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but I was really hoping nobody was in here and I could just catch some sleep… I’m so tired, lady… I’m so freaking tired…” His voice cracked and he rubbed at his eyes (as though angry at them for their ability to produce tears).

#smolcuriouskitten #m; derward #derward x rockelle 001

[merveiilles]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @smolcuriouskitten - liked for a holiday muse!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓘f you're here to invite me to a community— whatever the fuck you guys do for Christmas, I'll save you some time. No.❞

#smolcuriouskitten #☆|| ch;; the grinch #☆|| verse 02;; the grinch #:☆: this was made especially for you! ( closed starters )

[bewitchingbaker]

A white man who stood at 6'6 ducks down the entryway of the bakery, looking around. "Hello. Is there someone who works here named Chris?" He asks, his voice deep and booming.

Luna's Moonlight Delights was in the post afternoon drag. Finally having a break between the lunch rush and after work dinner dash. After ours of baking, serving coffee and making deliveries the Lunas earned a nice break. The elder members of the family punched out to take the rest of the day off while the youngest, Chris, offered to stay and close shop. With some congralatory head rubs and reminders, they left him in the bakery with his familars, Quas and Dee.

Chris turned on the tv, putting on a general sitcom on as background noise, before cleaning their coffee machine. Quas rested comfortably by the door while Dee could found resting in the window. Overall, a chill end of the day.

But then...

The booming sound of the new patrons voice rang through the bakery. This was not the usual guest, especially with all this power. Chris found himself staring up at the man with slightly wide eyes. It wasn't often that Chris found himself looking up at someone. There was something...familar about him but Chris couldn't put his finger on it.

He reminded the baker of a certain someone who used to babysit him as a child

Quas's eyes shot open at the man, with a few sparks of flame forming. Even Dee began to shift forms before Chris motioned for them to calm down.

"That's me," Chris nodded as he turned to the man, "How can I help you?"

A pause.

"Is this like a Luna thing? Like...if the Lunas stole something from you or screwed you over somehow, I can offer a discount on your order and get whatever they took from you back."

[ @smolcuriouskitten ]

#smolcuriouskitten #ic #; two awkward beans #; the Neko's Dad

[brooklynislandgirl]

@smolcuriouskitten {{a confection!}}

As they regard one another, Beth can't help but feel a certain sort of twinge. Not like an interrupted nerve-impulse, and not the sort of distasteful hitch at the back of her throat when it came to certain people ~especially the gossip peddlers with the constant cameras and the very leading and biased questions, but more like the comforting stroke of a feather down her nose, or the soft scent of rain on an evening breeze. The woman is certainly very real. She would not be so solid if she were strictly a creature of the dreaming lands or of the shadowed umbra. Not a ghost. Not quite fae, though that feels more suitable. But as she's told herself a million times, prying into a stranger's secrets is the height of rudeness…so she lets it pass. She ~the woman~ doesn't really seem like a threat after all. Too kind, too friendly. "Oh! Dat! Uhm, mahalo! For reals. Is…It's…it's lei flower…ah…plumeria. An' naupaka. I don't t'ink de…there's a mainland translation for what is that." Beth lowers her head and pulls out a little brown bottle with a tiny cork stopper treated with what looks and smells like beeswax then hands it toward the woman. "Essential oil. Here. Take it." Then Beth takes a step back, colour suffusing her face to make her resemble a beach at sunset; golden skin and deep blush. "Oh, no. I'm jus' regular. Not like you. You should be on runways, billboards."

#smolcuriouskitten #tbd|Rockelle Simmonds #tbd|Rockelle and Beth #Brooklyn Stories|New York #Latchkey Saints|OC au verse