#google how do i tell my cat im coming back
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I miss my cat
#my neighbor says she's been sad-meowing without me...#on the plus side neighbor has offered to pop over periodically to snuggle her#(on top of the cat sitter friend)#google how do i tell my cat im coming back#Patches
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im sending you a buncchhhhhh~ i hope im doing this right 🥹
“shut up and just let me take care of you!”
with billy pleaseee 💕
Of course it’s ok to send in a bunch! Thank you so much for participating in my sleepover. I really hope you like what I did here and I’m excited to get to your other asks! ♥️
I just realized I attached the wrong prompt to this ask…I am SO sorry! The prompt I used for this was “I could keep you safe, they’re all afraid of me”
The Witching Hour
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: A few swear words, angst, violence, some fluff
Word Count: 1.4K-ish
Summary: You’re walking home late from a night out with co-workers and run in to a little trouble.
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
The faded crescent moon barely lit up the night sky. It looked like a claw made of pale silver with the bright city lights shining beneath it. The countless pin pricks of bright white shone against the dark canvas like sparkling diamonds across a piece of black velvet. No clouds or strong winds tonight; the sky up above was calm and quiet.
Beneath your feet, you stepped on pieces of broken glass, nip bottles, and cigarette butts as you walked alone, coming from an evening out with co-workers. You hadn’t really made any close friends yet since moving into the city.
It must be the witching hour.
You could hear babies crying through open windows on this warm late spring night. It seemed as though they all started to cry at the same time and the city demons clawed and crawled their way out of the alleyways and subway stations, just waiting for someone to pounce on.
The night can be a frightening place with dangers creeping around every corner and you hated to admit that you were a little scared. You felt like the rapid beating of your heart was getting faster and faster with each step you took.
Looking around, it was difficult to distinguish where you were and you became more anxious as you tried to figure out how to get home.
The cat calling came from all directions, it seemed like. The neon lights in the store windows blurred in your peripheral vision as you walked a little faster to try and get away from the footsteps you heard behind you. It wasn’t just one person; it was multiple.
With one hand on your taser inside your purse, you were ready if they got too close. The scent of their cigarettes floated past your nose when you were taken by surprise and pulled into a dark alley, partially blocked off by a large dumpster.
A large cold hand forcefully covered your mouth, preventing you from screaming. The man took his free hand, ripped your purse from your hands and tossed it toward the other end of the alley.
He pushed you into the brick wall; the back of your head hit the bricks and your vision became blurry but not before you got in a swift knee to the groin. But where one man dropped to the ground, another just took his place.
Another hand, smelling of fresh ash, clamped down over your mouth and pressed your back into the wall. Your bare elbows scraped against the bricks and started to bleed.
One of them spoke, while two of them watched and the other writhed around on the ground in pain.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He said in a low raspy tone. “She’s pretty, isn’t she boys?”
One of the other men licked his lips while eyeing you up and down. Panting heavily, he watched your chest rise and fall as you tried to breathe from behind the man’s hand. Something dripped down the back of your neck; it felt warm and it moved slow like honey or molasses.
It was blood from where your head hit the bricks.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.” One of them said.
You could feel your eyes start to close no matter how hard you tried to keep them open and remained frozen in place. There was a loud bang that jolted you awake and caused you to look over just in time to see one of the thug’s heads bounce off the side of the dumpster.
A tall figure, wearing a black beanie and a black leather jacket was fighting off your attackers. He looked very familiar. When he pulled one of the men off of you, your legs gave out and you hit the ground.
You watched as a blade protruded out from your savior’s sleeve and warm blood sprayed across your cheek as he opened up your attacker’s throat. Before you passed out, your rescuer called out your name and then you saw nothing but darkness.
When you finally opened your eyes, your vision was still a little fuzzy and you had an exploding pain in your head. Wincing, you tried to sit up before he stopped you.
“Hey, hey lie back, y/n. Try and stay still; can you do that for me?” He said.
It was your boss. Billy Russo.
“Mr. Russo?” You asked with a shaky voice.
“Well that’s a good sign…you know who I am.” He said with a warm smile. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Are you bein’ serious right now?” You asked, sarcastically.
Billy gave you a stern look.
“Ok, ok…three fingers. Where am I?” You asked him in a low voice.
“You’re at my place.” He said.
“Well that’s just great, two months in New York and I have to be rescued by my boss. Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You said, your voice dripping with sass.
Billy laughed. “Well, there are worse things y/n. You almost ended up being fresh meat for those wolves.”
Everything you were feeling at that moment had risen to the surface and the only reaction that came out was you buried your head in your hands and burst into tears.
Billy moved closer to you on the couch.
“Shit….sssshh, it’s ok y/n. You’re safe now. They’re gone, they can’t hurt you anymore.” He said, his voice smooth like warm honey.
Catching the tears as they fell from your eyes, you replied, “But what if they come back, Mr. Russo?!!”
Billy’s eyes narrowed and they looked like pools of dark chocolate and through clenched teeth, he said, “They’re not coming back because they’re dead…they’re all dead.”
He told you how he followed you from the bar you all were drinking at; he wanted to make sure you were going to get home alright. And he got nervous when you didn’t get into a cab or an uber so he made sure to follow close behind without you noticing.
Billy was a former marine; he was taught how to blend in and not be seen and sneak up on the enemy when they least expected him to.
You sat there horrified, as he told you what he did to them. He opened their throats with ease and precision but not before wanting them to beg for their lives.
He liked to watch them beg and he enjoyed watching them die. He told you that as he watched them take their last breaths, he smiled. Like an evil Cheshire cat, he smiled and prowled around them to make sure they were all dead.
White with shock, your mouth gaped open as you sat there paralyzed in place listening to the words spill out of his mouth.
After he was finished, you were finally able to speak. “You killed them all? For me?”
“They were going to hurt you…or worse.” Said Billy, angrily.
“But y—you killed them, Mr. Russo.” You said.
Billy took your hand in his and gently pulled you to a seated position so your faces were inches away from each other. You could feel his warm breath along your eyelashes as he replied, “I did the world a favor, y/n. I couldn’t let them hurt you.” There was a slight pause. “And please…call me Billy.” He said.
A slight smile extended across your lips. “Ok…Billy. But what are ya gonna do? Are you gonna follow me around the city to make sure I stay safe?” You asked.
He was still holding your hand and gently swept his knuckles along your cheek, being careful not to touch the cuts on your face.
“I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me.” He said; his voice tight with anger.
“Should I be afraid of you?” Your voice trembled.
Billy let his voice drop to a whisper.
“Oh no, my little lamb. I’m not the wolf you have to worry about.” He said in a tone that sounded like knives being sharpened.
His onyx colored eyes raked over you, silently telling you he would never let this happen to you again before very lightly pressing his lips against your forehead and holding you against his chest.
Demons are at their strongest during the witching hour. They emerge from under the earth to carry out their mischief and dark magic. That troublesome time was full of unpredictability; it’s incredibly difficult to fight them off, to not give in to what they want, or not fall under the spells that they cast upon the world. You hoped those demons and city scum would never come for you again.
You felt sorry for them because if they did, it would be the last thing they would ever do.
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HELLO! In 2021, I read your ao3 work, "baby, (dont) fear the reaper" for the first time. For 3 years since, i have been haunted. Occasionally i would go back and read your work front to back. Tbh, i didnt know much about dbd lore at the time. i read it bcs it has some vibes that im into, and boy oh boy, those vibes do not disappoint! Halfway through i realized that if your work was a novel, i would buy it 100%, no matter the cost. I fell in love with how the reader was portrayed, how such a somber and melancholic personality can be twisted into such a calculating, patient, and analytical character. Danny too, how the hell did you capture such a narcissist is beyond me. Reader's descend into revenge felt normal, a natural progression, like how a river flows into the sea. Though i never expected Reader to start hunting Danny back, i thought Reader will always be the prey, never the predator. Though, there are tells, from how the reader feels a bit detached (?) from their childhood, carrying heart scars from a toxic childhood friend, how Reader continues their friendship with the aforementioned toxic childhood best friend (a love for rebels, maybe? Or is it a want for the dark resulting in admiration, and then, love?) despite the harm it inflicts. (That flashback chapter to Reader's childhood will always be one of my favorite chapters!) Whatever it is, Danny is the nail in the coffin, pushing Reader into the cliff to freefall into madness. Danny is the real head scratcher, though. Even though there are whole chapters dedicated to Dannys's POV, i still cant understand why Danny is so enamored with Reader. Yes, Reader gets him in a way no one can, but what is it with Reader being a past victim of a homicide that attracts Danny so hard? He even lets his guard down around Reader-he invites her to his motel for god's sake! Albeit to craft alibi, of course, but still. There's a whole chapter on it, where Danny finds out about Reader's case, but i still cant wrap my head around it. As the author, would you mind delving into Danny's head again to explain why Reader has such a chokehold on Danny? (no pressure, of couse!)
-also sorry for bad English, love you! <3
i love talking about bdfr! it's my baby!! i still have the original Google Doc with all the chapters, the playlist, and the outline because it was one of those things i could never really part with. and i can't believe you've enjoyed it so much!!! i'm so thankful for that because this was really a labour of love. i left pieces of myself in it that i don't think i can ever get back, and i genuinely don't think i could ever write anything like it again. it was my lightning-in-a-bottle moment, for sure. and ahhhhhhhh, 2021??? has it really been that long?? it feels like it was only a few months ago that i was sitting in my car eating a lobster roll and writing out the "Home Depot" opener on my phone lmao
but Danny's obsession with their case stems largely from his own narcissism, really. it's also his eventual downfall. Danny (and most, if not all, of the Ghostface Killers) is canonically obsessed with horror. a very morbid fanboy. so him meeting a surviving victim of one spurns his curiosity but also, his competitiveness. Danny is the showstopper. everything he does is very theatrical. he can't help the nagging sense of inferiority whenever someone else comes along. so he's caught in a loop of comparing himself to this other person, and also angry that you let yourself get caught by someone so subpar.
eventually, Danny comes to the conclusion that you're supposed to be his Final Girl, but someone else got to you first. and it's the anger, the jealousy, the obsession that really kicks everything into motion between them. and the reason Danny comes to this conclusion is a bit of a misunderstanding in three parts. Cat and Mouse (killer versus spunky Everyman Journalist); the Perfect Victim (Final Girl Blueprint); and then Two Sides of the Same Coin (or: there was always supposed to be two Ghostface killers, right?). that's the outline i stuck to when writing their specific arc.
this got super long so i put my notes on all three arcs Danny goes through under the cut. i mapped this story out pretty meticulously, so i hope my initial outline sheds some light on the insanity that is Danny lmao
Cat and Mouse is just a manifestation of Danny's boredom. at this point in his life, he's pretty stagnant. this arc would be Halloween H20 for him. the Florida Murders haven't happened yet, but he's been all over the US and no one has come close to catching him. Jed is still a persona he can use without worry of being caught.
and then you come along, and you're immediately wary of Jed. this hasn't happened much for him. he's able to read people with a shocking amount of ease and knows how to tune himself to their personality. either being overly friendly (Leslie and Jed), flirtatious (Gemma and Jed), competitive (Colton and Jed), or extremely competent (Jonah and Jed), but you're the outlier. the one he can't read. he tunes himself into the Old You, but it obviously doesn't work anymore because that version of you is gone. he misreads you. this strikes a nerve. it's never happened before.
it's exacerbated by your wariness of Jed, too. the way you go out of your way to avoid him, despite how much he adjusts his supposedly infallible personality to match you, it never seems to work. you're always on edge. you never trust him.
and then you make the comment (to his face, no less) about him being a narcissist. and this shouldn't be as huge of a moment as it is. Danny's been doing this for a long time, and it's kinda crazy to assume no one has clocked his Ghostface persona. but it's the fact that you say this so openly. and given everything that's happened to you, it heightens the stakes for him. for the first time in a long time, Danny feels like he could (potentially) be cornered. he also feels seen. and for a narcissistic serial killer who craves attention and admiration and fear (as noted in his POV chap., song choices), this is straight dopamine for him. it's everything.
so, he tosses you into the role of his foil. the one who will chase him to the very brink. but he doesn't anticipate the fact that you'd almost willfully ignore the warning signs right in front of you just to remain inside this bracket of normalcy you're still desperately clinging to (which is your own narrative downfall). he goes out of his way to make you catch onto him, almost angry that you don't.
it then kicks off the second part. he starts to consider you HIS Final Girl. but there's a problem. you're not his. you'll never be his. for such an unrepentant narcissist, this is almost too much. he's bordering on the edge of utter fury and an almost noxious jealousy. he wants to be your demise so badly that it bleeds into just pure, unfettered want.
and then the final part of their story is Twisted Soulmates. it kinda struck me as odd that every single Scream film had TWO Ghostfaces. it's kind of the blueprint. but DBD does not. they just had Danny. so i started thinking about what would happen if there were always supposed to be two, and added elements of Danny's loneliness. he wants, desperately, to share his work with someone who understands but this sort of thing would never appeal to the general public that's he trapped inside. he also risks getting caught. it can never happen.
until you. your anger at the man who did this to you, who ruined your life, is as potent as his desire to kill. he can see it in you. this darkness. this shifting, ugly rage brimming just below the surface. it makes his hackles rise because you could be the perfect partner.
it's a big part of why he spends so much time trying to "show off." why he gets so jealous when you focus your attention on Michael Myers instead of him. and why he feels the need to get rid of Leslie. she's a moral obstacle in your way.
he wants your attention now. he wants your everything, but there are parts of you that he'll never have, and this loss is too great to ever let your relationship work in the "real" world. but in all honesty, he's fine with being your eventual demise if you decide not to go with him. being your FINAL killer is something he fantasises about a lot. he wants to kill you from the moment he sees your wariness over Jed to the very end when he makes you chase him all the way to Utah.
but then the Entity intervenes, and suddenly Danny has a way to have everything he wants. your death (over and over and over again), and you with him (forever, always, eternity). but his narcissism does not let him see the killer you're shaping into. and when you end up turning the plot on him, using your "friend" as bait to lure him in, Danny knows he's gravely misunderstood you. in fact, he's never really known the real you at all.
this, of course, just spurns the obsessiveness in him further, making it very unlikely that he'll ever let you go.
#and please don't feel the need to apologise at all!!! writing in a language that isn't your mother tongue can be extremely difficult esp Eng#and i wouldn't have known if you hadn't mentioned it!!#your English is perfect (and much better than mine) 🖤#also sorry this got sooo long!!!!!#i have all these extra notes that i could never really anywhere so the moment someone is like “tell me BTS about bdftr”#the lore just comes out in a flood
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oh no I was totally joking for the don’t tell anyone thing but my god yes, he’s been reassured from every angle that he doesn’t count as a child, that he’s different, rules for thee and not for me type of thing, I bet he legitimately doesn’t see anything wrong with Babs kissing him and I bet Bruce wouldn’t have either (going insane thinking about 14 y/o dickie dating babs with bruce’s approval)
also that’s crazy that the age of consent is 16 in NJ, that means that even if dick ever got to a place where he could acknowledge that he was groomed and wanted to prevent it happening to others bc he’s selfless and a hero and bla bla bla (mostly he doesn’t want to focus on how it happened) it would be so hard to get her convicted for anything, brb I’m going to google the statute of limitations in new jersey
im fairly sure Babs is Bruce's partner of choice for Dick, if that time he and Babs shit talked Kori and acted like Dick was going thru a phase and would come right back to them is anything to go off of! sometimes my brain just turns into a messy collage of all the creepy shit thats been said/done to Dick lmao.
And yeah none of his rapists are ever seeing any rape charges. Liu? He was technically legal and said yes! Also she might be dead by now, i can't remember. Mirage? Do the in universe consent laws have anything for illusion based superpowers used to coerce? No clue! But regardless it would be tough to pursue without outing any secret IDs. And then there's the everything else that made the situation endlessly complicated, like wasn't there an evil robo Nightwing at some point?? Wild. And Catalina? Same problem as Mirage where it's too entangled in Nightwing for any charges to be pressed on Dick's behalf!
If you take out the secret identity elements i still don't think there would be enough for Liu or Mirage, but the thing with Cat might have something resembling a case. She did purposely get him drunk and tried to get him to sign off on a marriage certificate. There were situations that could have had witnesses who could testify to at least some degree of abusive behavior. Still probably wouldn't go anywhere, but it would have the best shot out of the three.
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I think it says something that I was unphased about hearing tsukasa nearly getting assassinated or whatever. Anyway can you elaborate on that I didn't gaf about the knights climax
Yeah they danced on a guy's spilled blood👍 all my knowledge comes from google translating the event and some things were a bit Hmm, that doesnt sound right, but i'll do my best to summarize...
King Slayer is a unit from abroad that copies Knights, at the beginning of ES!! timeline, leo and tsukasa personally visit and get them to knock it off, but in the next year they become really popular and fans abroad start thinking knights is a copy of king slayer instead. In the meanwhile tsukasa is raising first years under his rule in knights, including these 2 siblings. Spoilers: they end up being traitors, the younger one is the one who goes to stab tsukasa (who after everything still offered him a hand to come back and sharpen their blades together, to which the guy is like -_- I'll show you a sharp blade already. Stab.)
Anyway. Leo's been helping king slayer cuz it turns out that group is formed by some ex chess members who were pushed out of yumenosaki. The older brother of the npcs was also a chess member. Now how do i put the mouse scene...things sucked back then in yumenosaki, you know, ppl were at their limits etcetc anyway well this guy, ryuji, only had one friend to brighten his day, a mouse. And little john the cat killed it. Ryuji loses it and jumps in a fire as a result of grief and general unwellness, which triggers the younger brother to want revenge on knights. I didnt tell you things in the right order i hope it still is coherent tho. I think arashi had a slight crush on ryuji, im really curious if these npcs will get brought up again
#so much happened in this climax i find it hilarious when ppl are like yeahh izuleo sex event#it didnt feel relevant for my summary tho but yeah it was really good for izuleo too#ask#niicookie
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Do not apologise at all for responding late!! Holiday burnout is so real, theres sm to organise so I understand completely 😅. I hope youre getting some rest between xmas and the new year, or that at least whatever you have planned isnt too hard on you :)
I am 100% willing to believe you blessed my flight lmao, hopefully it works on the way back as well :D
Is it weird to say i dont think ive ever had a blackberry before?? Idk i might have had one when i was a kid but when you mentioned the blackberry jam I completely blanked. So um. Hope it was good?
Oh no your cat!! D: Hope he's all better now
YES I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT MALAYSIAN FOOD!! I would show u pics but um 🧍->🏃♂️💨. Ur gonna have to google it king LOL. The first day back my dad and I went out to a mamak stall (basically just a restaurant for malay-chinese-indian food), and I had roti canai (a type of flatbread with curry) and teh tarik, which I have missed dearly. I dont typically like normal english breakfast tea so getting to have authentic teh tarik was SO GOOD. Teh tarik (translating to "pulled tea") is made with condensed milk and gets its name from how after the drink is mixed it gets continuously poured over and over from one container to another until it gets super frothy.
I've also been getting reacquainted with my favourite fruits 🥰 that you cant get in Australia like mangosteen and jambu air (ai-yer). Mangos and dragon fruit you can get in australia but. um. Theyre bad. They just taste like sweet water. Also unfortunately for me rambutan i havent been able to find rambutan 😔😔. Those look similar to lychee but they taste pretty different, less tangy and sweeter.
Ive gone out with a friend to have cendol (c promounced as a "ch") which is a cold desert with coconut milk and rice jelly, along with other toppings should you choose it. Im also in the process of convincing my bff to do a 3h road trip with me specifically for food in a city called Ipoh 😭 wish me luck.
AND, im getting one of my relatives to teach me how to make rendang and char kway teow. The rendang specifically because the one she makes i prefer over what's usually made in restuarants. I think it's a state difference in recipes or smtg? So the ones you'll find in restuarants are KL/Selangor rendang and she makes from Kedah. Thats just a theory tho im not actually sure.
🧍 i realise this ask has become like 70% about food so i apologise. But. In my defense you asked >:) /j
ANYWAY. I hope youve gotten a break from the holiday work or at least have one coming up <33 Take care of yourself; indulge in your cheeses :D
-☀️
SUN ANON HELLOOOOOO im so excited to hear you got those desserts, those sound AMAZING...... also i looked up all the foods you mentioned and MAN THESE LOOK GOOD.... im a shrimp lover im gazing so hard at the char kway teow...... 👀👀👀👀👀 also holy shit these fruits look so cool???? Thats WILD ive literally never heard of these before and im having a lot of fun looking them up online and reading about their flavours and stuff!!!! Incredibly curious about mangosteen, i was not expecting it to be white inside when i looked it up and just like, the contrast of the purplish rind vs the white insides is SO neat to look at, like that feels really good on my eyeballs if that makes sense JSDBEKDNMDD also also teh tarik sounds and looks amazing i want to try that SO bad now omg
Its so funny you say that about blackberries bc where i live we have them literally growing everywhere on the side of the road AKDNWKDNKWDN in the summer when they start putting out fruit one of my roommates will sometimes go out and just pick a bunch for the whole household, and they always taste SOOOOO much better than the store-bought ones. Im genuinely not sure how to describe the taste of blackberry other than like. Its very sweet but also very tart (i go for the slightly less ripe ones tbh bc i prefer tart things to super sweet) at the same time, and sorta pops in your mouth a little bit when you chew it. Honestly its one of my favorite fruits i would highly recommend them if you can find em anywhere!!!!
My resolution this year is a bit silly but i wanted to go for a very fun easy one, so its to use every sticker i own this year :] ive already started by putting a few on the creeper minifridge that my roomie got me for xmas 😂😂😂😂😂😂 and i have some scrapbook ideas as well to use my fancier ones that my friends have gotten me!!!! Also you are so valid about the writing-- tbh if you wrote more than expected then it sounds like you succeeded instead of failed, so thats awesome!!! :DDD
I hope you're doing well on your travels, sun anon!! And when the time comes may your flight back to Australia be as peaceful and pleasant as the one you experienced when you left it :]
#shouting speaks#asks#long post#THIS RULES I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT STUFF#i wish i could share more in return!!! at least there's blackberries 😂😂😂😂#txt
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Ok so my dad forgets things, doesn’t ever listen to instructions when told multiple times, gets lost because he doesnt know how to use the gps, never has his phone anyway, is confused about general things, like what coconut cake is for example. You explain things to him nicely 3 times. He listens to you none of those times. Or jokingly acts like you’re not right when you say “don’t feed the cat the whole can of cat food because they will throw it up.” And every day, he will continue to feed the cat a whole can and they will throw it up. It pisses you off, because, are you going fucking crazy or does he terminally not listen?????
We thought it may be a health condition because tbh. Its kind of baffling how not awake he is mentally. So he is being tested.
But look, at the risk of sounding awful (and im venting here) I just honestly think he doesnt fucking care enough about anything except himself or his interests. I think with the male figures he had in his life, he just doesnt know how to be normal. They never had to care about anything. He just now figured out that caring about family is a big deal, nothing else though.
If he wants to download porn. Buy himself speakers. He can use the internet to do that. If you tell him to look up something, anything, other than what he wants to do on the internet, he cant do it. He cant look at google to find a gym. He cant use the internet to shop for a gift for my mom. But he can damn sure find porn on a website or porn to order, and speakers from a seller on ebay. “I dont know how to do that,” referring to shopping on amazon. But you know how to browse for a specific speaker on ebay. You know how to order decorations for your music room on amazon. Not how to do anything else though.
If he wants a pot pie from the grocery store, he will get it no problem. If you ask him to go to the store and pick up rice a roni for dinner, while he picks up his yogurt and lemonade, he will come back with yogurt, lemonade, and no rice a roni.
Him: “I couldnt find the rice a roni.”
Me: “You couldnt find rice a roni? In the rice aisle? That is labeled with a sign above the aisle that says rice on it?”
Him: “I circled the whole store.”
Me: “And you could not find the rice a roni in the rice aisle?”
Him: (Jokingly) “no because my daughter didnt help me. Let’s go back to the store together.”
Me: “I’m not doing that. I’m still working. We just wont have rice a roni.”
Like I’m not sorry, but what the ever loving fuck????? If he wants to do something, its fucking done. Anything outside of that? God help anybody that cared about it.
I dont think its as malicious as weaponized incompetence? But its either that, hes genuinely stupid, or so apathetic to things that he can’t be awake for anything other than what hes interested in.
And I think thats fucking nuts. Because the lemonade he got, is not sold in many stores anymore. And it shifts location in stores because its not regularly stocked. It can be on an endcap, in some random display basket. In the corner of the store in the back somewhere. But he will fucking find it. Yet, he cant find some fucking rice a roni.
Gotta be a joke. Gotta be.
#and these are just a few examples of him daily#you ask him not to feed the dogs meat with bones in it and seasoning on it bc its bad for their health#ive been asking him not to do that for years. does it matter? no#bone in chicken wings no problem! bone of a steak no problem!#feed the dogs chili!!!!!!! they just want some!!!!!!!#🙂
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#5
Speaking of jealous Mulder, would you mind writing a fic for it?
Season 7, Scully gives Mulder a pair of pants to wear that aren't his. Of course he wonders who they belong to.
Fictober Day 18 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,313
The Definition of Something
Lately, he’s been letting Scully drive them home from the airport. There’s one particular reason why: whenever she drives, more often than not, she takes him home with her. It’s as easy as that.
He doesn’t have to beat around the bush, try to prolong their time together, ask her whether she wants to come over to his place, or if he can hang out at hers. When Scully is the driver, he can be certain that he will end up in her apartment. Tonight is no different.
Their flight from the west coast got in late, so Scully is tired, even less chatty than usual, but he doesn’t mind. Sometimes when she’s this tired, she will snuggle close to him on the couch, or wordlessly take his hand and lead him into her bedroom.
They each carry their overnight bags upstairs into her apartment. Scully yawns and Mulder smiles at her, earning an irritated, yet amused glare back.
“Um, do you have something I can wear tonight? I ruined my pajama pants,” he says, remembering the incident from last night when Scully snuck into his motel room and they shared ice cream until they both fell asleep and the ice cream melted on Mulder’s shirt and pants.
“There’s a freshly washed pair of sweatpants in the drawer. You can wear those. We can put your dirty clothes in the machine,” she says, yawning again. “I’m just going to take a quick shower, okay? You know where everything is.” He stares after her, feeling like he should pinch himself. A mere couple of months ago they shared their first kiss and now here they are, spending time at each other’s apartments, falling asleep watching movies in bed, and mingling their dirty laundry.
Wearing a huge grin, Mulder walks into Scully’s bedroom, opening the top drawer that’s become his. He should start leaving things here, just like Scully keeps telling him to do. But for now he will wear these navy blue sweatpants that are neatly folded over an old t-shirt of his that Scully stole years ago.
The pants are clean. But, he also realizes, they aren’t his. They’re a men’s size, so they aren’t Scully’s either. They’re almost too long for him and very loose in the waist. Mulder walks around in the sweatpants, his stance wide. Who do these sweatpants belong to? They’re obviously well-worn and not new, so it’s not like Scully decided to buy him a pair of sweatpants he can wear when he’s around. And she knows his size. This is definitely not his size.
Mulder keeps pacing Scully’s bedroom and stuffs his hands into his pockets. His fingers come into contact with a crumbled-up piece of paper and he takes it out. She clearly didn’t look through them before she washed these pants. The ink is blurry, but Mulder can still read the words: ‘Had a great time, Dana. Let’s do this more often!’
He has to sit down. Holding the piece of paper in his hands, he stares at it, at the words in front of him and can’t help but wonder who has worn these sweatpants before him. Someone Scully had a great time with. That can mean anything. He hears the shower in the bathroom turn off and his heart starts hammering in his chest.
He’s known her for seven years. This is Scully. In the last couple of weeks, they’ve been almost inseparable. Almost. There were a few days here and there when she was tired or busy. Could the sweatpants and the wearer of them have anything to do with that?
Scully chooses that exact moment to walk out of the bathroom. She’s in one of her favorite pajamas, her cheeks are rosy, and her wet hair wavy. No matter where his thoughts might have just drifted, being allowed to see her like this, her smiling while she walks towards him, is a gift.
“I see you found the sweatpants,” she says, cupping his cheek.
“I did,” he replies. “And I found this.” He hands her the note, his hand shaking. Scully takes it from him, her smile widening as she reads the words.
“I didn’t know he left a note.”
So it’s definitely a he, Mulder thinks. And someone who clearly makes Scully happy. He has to swallow hard. He doesn’t want to be jealous. After all, they never talked about being exclusive. Technically, they’re not girlfriend and boyfriend. They haven’t defined what they are. So far, they’ve simply been.
“What’s this worry line, Mulder? What are you thinking about?” She taps against his forehead, standing between his legs.
“The note,” he says. “It’s from another man. So are these sweatpants.”
“Yes, of course they are. I told you to bring over clothes to keep here and you keep forgetting,” she says softly, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.
“Who is it from?” He asks, needing to know.
“Why? Are you jealous?” She smiles at him and he can’t return it. His face is frozen, waiting for her answer. Before now, he has never considered himself to be a jealous man. With Scully everything is different.
“Oh my god, Mulder! You really are jealous, aren’t you?”
“I mean you can see whoever you want to see, of course. I just believed that we were, um, something.”
“Mulder, do you remember about two or three weeks ago when I told you that Bill was coming to visit? And you decided you’d spend the weekend with the Gunmen instead so you wouldn’t run into him?”
“Yes,” Mulder says slowly, not quite understanding what she’s getting at. “What does that have to with anything?”
“The sweatpants – and the note – are from Bill. We had a couple of drinks together, reminiscing. For once, we actually had a great time.”
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#4
Angst prompt: "You keep bringing it up. Again and again! Why is that?!?"
This prompt is from 2018 (!). I'd like to say thank you for your patience, but anon is probably no longer around!
Fictober Day 6 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1588
tw: (verbal) sexual harassment
Cold As Ice
Scully’s stomach grumbles in joyful anticipation as she loads her plate with bread rolls, meatballs, and pasta salad. Who knew the FBI could offer a decent buffet? She makes a mental note to let Mulder know about it later. She licks her lips, ready to find a quiet place to dig in, when she’s stopped by another agent she’s seen around the Hoover building a few times.
“That’s a lot of food for such a tiny lady as yourself,” he says with a slimy grin. “Or are you sharing with Spooky?”
“Agent Mulder isn’t here tonight,” she says and regrets it right away when he sees the guy’s eyes light up.
“That’s why it’s been so quiet. He always interrupts these meetings, doesn’t he?” Scully just glares at him, refusing to participate in the slander against Mulder. Truth is she misses him, just like she knew she would. But A.D. Kersh assigned them different time slots for the annual safety meeting, claiming to want an agent on call just in case. They both knew it was a bogus reason. He just wanted to separate them once more. Now here she is, all by herself, fighting off Agent Douchebag.
“I’m Clay,” he says, offering her his hand. She takes it to be polite, balancing her plate on her other hand. “Clay Matthews. Irish family, you know.” He waggles his eyebrows at her.
“Dana Scully,” she says and he nods.
“I know you.” A cold shiver runs down her back hearing his words.
“Everyone knows you and your spooky partner,” he explains, still grinning.
“Ah,” she says. “Um, Clay, I’d-”
“Want to join me?” He interrupts her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for ages. Just never knew how to get in there,” he says with a wink, making her feel sick. “With Spooky hanging around and all. So, what do you say? We can have a bite here and then again on Friday. You free on Friday?” Scully’s head is spinning from all he's saying.
“I don’t know, Agent Matthews, I-”
“Call me Clay,” he cuts her off again. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“I don’t know you,” Scully says, annoyance slipping into her voice. “And I’m not free on Friday,” she adds. A few people have turned to look at them, some very obviously watching them. A meatball rolls off her plate and Agent Matthews gets down on one knee to pick it up. He stares up at her, grinning. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her, he puts the meatball into his mouth, chewing it loudly. The sight makes her stomach turn.
“Now come on, Dana. Don’t make me beg.”
“Get up, Agent Matthews,” she says coolly. He doesn’t move. “I don’t know you and quite frankly, I don’t care to get to know you.”
“That was harsh,” the other agent says, getting up. He’s invading her personal space and Scully takes a step back, not wanting him anywhere near her.
“Would you please leave me alone now,” she says with a steady, unblinking gaze.
“Cold as ice,” Agent Matthews says, his face close to hers. “You’re as cold as fucking ice.” With that, he finally leaves her be. Scully stands there for a moment with her full plate, willing herself to stay calm and take a few deep breaths. Her appetite is gone. She watches Agent Matthews talk to a few other agents and decides to ignore him and everyone else, too. She finds a table away from the bigger groups and checks her phone while she listlessly attacks her food.
‘If you’re bored just think of your equally bored partner in the bullpen. Fuck safety meetings’. She smiles at her phone, thankful that Mulder is still with her in spirit.
Somehow, she makes it through. Every once in a while, she catches Agent Matthews staring at her. He’s not one to give up easily. When they’re done, she packs her things, wanting to see if Mulder is still at his desk. It’s late by now, but she knows him. So wrapped up in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice that someone is following her until Agent Matthews catches up with her.
“Hello again,” he says.
“Agent Matthews,” Scully replies, trying to be civil. She picks up her step, but the man is tall with long legs and matches her stride easily.
“I was just going to check again,” he says, his voice still nice enough, but Scully can hear an edge to it. She walks faster still. “Are you sure you’re not free on Friday?”
“I’m sure. I have plans.”
“You do, huh? With Spooky, I bet. But has he ever taken you to dinner, hm? Look, we got off on the wrong foot, I get that. Never ask a hungry woman for her opinion, am I right?” He laughs at his own joke.
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#3
Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for #fictober I decided to send you one that I saw over on @angsty-plots
“Come on M/S," she/he breathed out slowly, glancing at the now setting sun. "You said you'd come back.”
Maybe you like it — and it would still work with one of your sweet endings. ☺️
Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope I succeeded with the angst. It's yet another "how did Mulder and Scully get home from Antarctica" story.
Fictober Day 3 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1526.
We Will Find Our Way Home
“You have to stay awake,” Scully presses the words through her cracked, half-frozen lips. She doesn’t know if she’s talking to Mulder, who lies inert in her arms, or to herself. Her eyelids are heavy, threaten to close any second. If it weren’t for her chattering teeth, she’s certain that her body would have already given in. Like Mulder’s.
She looks down at her partner who is quiet and unnervingly still. Her hand trembles as she lifts it and her fingertip is so cold that she fears she won’t feel his pulse even if there is one. She sighs in relief when she finds it and feels it beating against her skin.
“Mulder,” she says with difficulty. “We need to- we have to-” But what is there to do? Where to go? Scully observes their surroundings and finds nothing but white. Behind them is the sinkhole that almost took them. They’ve cheated death once today. What if they’re out of luck now?
“Mulder,” she says again, trying to jostle him. He groans. “Stay. Awake,” she adds.
“’m awake,” he says.
“We need to get moving.” It won’t be long until the sun sets. Once it does, their chances of survival will be zero. “How did you get here?” She asks him and he glances at her, his eyes a deep dark forest green, framed by frosted eyelashes. “Mulder, I need you to work with me here.” Her lips hurt from speaking, but as long as she still feels pain she knows she’s alive.
“Sno-Cat. I have a Sno-Cat.” He turns in her arms and groans, trying to get up. Scully helps him as well as she can, but her strength hasn’t returned yet. She remains sitting there, missing Mulder’s warmth against her. There’s a bone-deep pain in her legs that drives tears to her eyes. Even if there is shelter, and even if they can find it, how is she going to get there?
“I can’t see it,” Mulder says, sounding confused. “It should be here, I- I know it was here.” Scully nods even though Mulder isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at the snow desert, at the nothingness that surrounds them. If they don’t get moving soon, they will die right here where they are. They might die anyway, Scully figures as she hoists herself up, convinced something inside her is breaking apart, but they won’t sit here and wait for it.
Mulder takes her hand into his and his touch hurts, reminding her that they’re fighting against time. He looks down at her and a worried crinkle appears on his forehead. He touches her bottom lip, his finger gently running over it.
“Cracked,” he says. “Blue. Almost as blue as your eyes.”
“We need to get going,” she says, ignoring his obvious delirium. If he breaks down again, they’re lost. They cannot lose any more time. “Doesn’t hurt,” she lies. “We need to go find the Sno-Cat.”
Every step borders on torture. Mulder has put his arm around her shoulders and she has hers around his waist. They’re holding each other up, knowing that one false step will be their demise. More tears dwell in her eyes. A year ago, she thought about dying every day. She didn’t let her cancer slow her down, but here in the snow, the elements against them, she has no choice.
There’s nothing she can do. They will die here. With every step they take, the thought becomes louder in her mind. How silly of her to think they could outrun it. They could have stayed where they are and it wouldn’t have made a difference. No matter where they go, there’s nothing but white ahead of them.
To their right, the sun is beginning to set, casting them in an orange hue. She didn’t want to die in a hospital, wilting away. Now she realizes she doesn’t want to die here either, taken by the cold, by the injustice of it all. But she knows that she will.
“Scully, I never thought I’d say this but… you’re heavy. Hey, you’re still with me?” He stops walking and she slumps against him.
“What’s the point?” She asks, clinging to him. His coat is wet and cold, but she imagines there’s still warmth underneath it all. Still her Mulder. She should be thankful that he’s here. She won’t be dying alone. When she closes her eyes, he will be here, holding her hand.
“Hey,” he says and his voice sounds like a scream in her ear, startling her. “Don’t do this, Scully. Don’t give up. I didn’t come all this way to have you give up on me. Look over there.” With his hands under her arms, he lifts her and helps her stand upright. She can’t see much through half-lidded, half-frozen eyes. There’s a black blob in the distance that she can’t make sense of no matter how hard she tries.
“That’s our safe haven. All you gotta do is hold on for a little while longer. We’re almost there.”
“I can’t, Mulder.”
“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know, Scully. You can do this.”
“No, I can’t. There’s no point. You go and I- I’ll just…”
“I won’t leave you here. Come on, get on my back.”
“Mulder you were unconscious an hour ago. You can’t carry me.”
“Watch me.” He falls to his knees in front of her. “Get on.”
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#2
Lucky
Summary: When Scully and Mulder witness a proposal she can't help but wonder how he'd ask someone to marry him. MSR, wc: 1,269
bingo square: lucky
Tagging @xfilesbingo and @today-in-fic
Regret pearls on her forehead as they make their way to their favorite diner. It was her idea, too. All she wanted was to get out of the stuffy basement, enjoy the beautiful weather and eat lunch. She should have known better.
The sun above them is relentless, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat. Her blouse is plastered to her back, despite having been outside for less than five minutes. In her ever-present need to appear professional, even in front of Mulder, she took her jacket with her. Unlike him. He’s in his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.
If she were to look at him – really look at him – she’d have to admit that he looks good. Cute even. She won’t look at him, not now. She’s sweating enough as it is.
“Maybe we should skip lunch,” Mulder muses next to her, interrupting her less than proper thoughts. “Let’s get ice cream instead.”
“We need something substantial.”
“What’s your opinion on dessert, doc?”
He grins at her and if she’s learned anything in the years they’ve been working together, it’s that she can’t resist his smile. She rolls her eyes anyway, just to throw him off her scent, but his laugh tells her that as always, he can look right through her.
“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Mulder points to a commotion on the other side of the street and the silliness falls off them. Her hand flies to the holster on her hip to check if her gun is there. Heart pounding, they jog over in unison, badges in hand.
“What are they doing?” Mulder asks another passerby and the woman hushes him with an angry glare and a finger on her lips. Caught off guard, Scully chuckles. They both redirect their eyes to the two people in the middle of the sidewalk. There’s a collective gasp as the man, face red and sweaty, gets down on one knee and takes the woman’s hand into his.
“Angela, I know you said you didn’t want me to do this in front of your family. You said you wanted it to be a surprise. So here I am. I’ve been taking you to lunch as my girlfriend for almost three years now. And today… I hope today I can take you to lunch as my fiancee. I love you, Angela. What do you say? Will you make me the luckiest man on earth and become my wife?”
“Say yes!” A teenager yells, jumping up and down.
“Yes,” Angela says, crying, and falling to her knees. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, you silly man.” Scully finds herself clapping alongside everyone else, emotions overwhelming her. She glances at Mulder, who returns her look, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face. The cluster of people is slow to resolve, but Angela and her fiance are lost in their own little world, kissing each other from time to time.
Only when Mulder touches her back does Scully realize she’s been mesmerized by the scene in front of them. She lets Mulder lead her away and they fall into step again, taking their time.
“That was,” she says, gently shaking her head.
“Something else,” Mulder finishes for her. “He must have been sure she’d say yes. Asking her in front of all of these strangers…”
She doesn’t know what comes over her. Maybe it’s because of what they just witnessed, or the heat that’s gone to her head. But she touches his shoulder, making him look at her.
“How would you have asked?”
“Huh?” The surprise on his face is quickly replaced by softness. “How would I have asked Angela to marry me? Well, I only just met her, but-”
“That’s not what I- forget I said anything.” Embarrassment engulfs her and puts a soft glow onto her cheeks. She picks up the pace to get away from Mulder.
“Hey wait,” he says, catching up with her in two long strides. “I’m sorry. I was just surprised by your question. I’ve never- I guess I never really thought about it.”
“Forget it,” she says again. “We should get lunch so we can get back to work.”
They both get a burger and Mulder orders a large serving of fries, putting the bowl in between them like a peace offering. When she takes one, he gives her a knowing grin.
“I owe you an answer,” Mulder says, sounding shy.
“You don’t.”
“I do. I thought about it. Thought about how I’d ask.” She watches him take a fry, put it into his mouth, and chew slowly. “It all depends on who I’m asking.” The intensity in his gaze makes her shiver.
“I’m sure you can think of someone,” she says, surprised at the evenness in her voice.
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My #1 post of 2022
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Summary: One bed, no heat, and no clothes. What are Mulder and Scully going to do? Wc: 2,494
bingo square: cuddling
Tagging @xfilesbingo and @today-in-fic
“I’m sorry, sir.”
While he has no doubt that the woman, who looks too young to be sitting behind the counter, is indeed sorry about his and Scully’s lost luggage, he can’t help but sigh.
“Is there any way that-,” he trails off, seeing her shake her head. She types on her keyboard, biting her lip. They’re probably not the first or only people who have stood here, asking where their things are.
“I’m really sorry,” she says again. “Your luggage is still in Washington D.C. The earliest we can get it here is… in two days.”
Two days. 48 hours. With their luck, they’re already on their way back home if this case turns out to be a waste of their time – and he’s sure that’s exactly what it is.
“Any luck with our luggage?” Scully touches his back, making him turn around to her. There’s hope in her eyes and a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hand.
“Um…”
“I told your husband,” the young woman interjects, “that we’re very sorry, but your luggage is back in Washington D.C. We can fly it in, but it won’t be here for another two days. The weather, you know.” Mulder flinches, but Scully next to him doesn’t miss a beat.
“Thank you, miss,” she says, tugging at his sleeve to make room for the next passengers right behind them.
“I’m sorry, Scully,” he says when they’re out of earshot.
“It’s not your fault, Mulder.” She takes a sip from her coffee and half moans.
“What did they put in that coffee?” He asks, his curiosity sparked.
“Chocolate.” Scully smiles at him. “Here, try it.” She offers him the cup. It’s not every day that Scully willingly shares a chocolaty treat with him so he takes it. Her eyes remain on him as he takes a sip. The warm liquid is sweet with only a hint of bitterness and he now understands why Scully just moaned. He does, too, making Scully chuckle.
“This might be the best airport coffee I have ever had. Is the barista single?” Mulder asks before he steals another sip.
“I can go back and ask him.”
“Nah, I’m good.” He returns the cup to her. “Let’s get out of here and hope the motel is more reliable than the airline.”
“What are we gonna do?” Scully asks, her breath visible. She’s put her arms around herself. They’re not dressed for this weather. At all. Mulder looks right, looks left. There’s only one thing to do and he hates it as much as she will.
He should have known. Murphy’s law is in full swing here in Sleepytown, Montana, the miraculous airport coffee merely a fluke. A mile before they arrive at their motel, the rental car sputters, clatters and then dies.
Mulder’s attempts to call for a tow truck fail as spectacularly as Scully’s attempts to find out what’s wrong under the hood. The soft snowfall that set in shortly after they got into their car was no concern to either of them before. Now it is. The heavy, wet snowflakes intensify, covering both the road and them in a layer of white.
“The motel is that way,” he says. “The sooner we get out of this weather, the better.”
So they start walking.
When they finally make it to the motel, they look like drowned poodles. At least that’s what the kid at the reception desk says. He’s chewing gum, looking like he should be in school instead of working at a motel at this time of day. Maybe they should investigate how all the adults here look like high school children. Mulder considers asking the boy-man how old he is, but Scully takes over.
“Hello,” she says, her voice clipped. “We have two rooms booked.” She slides over her badge and the boy looks at it, chewing loudly.
“You’re not in the system,” he says. “Sorry,” he adds looking at Mulder.
“This is a joke, right? Agents Mulder and Scully,” she says, tapping her finger on the counter. “Two rooms.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am. All our rooms are booked. Except one. I can give you that one. The heater isn’t working right. You can get that one for free.” The guy’s grin fades from his face when Mulder glares at him.
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Heya, can I get a Creepypasta matchup?
My name's Altair/Al, I'm 19, Bisexual and go by they/them but he/him or she/her works too! I'm 5'7, with black, really choppy (as in kitchen scissors at 3am type choppy) short hair and dark brown (almost black) eyes. My fashion sense is all over the place tbh, but i usually wear the same 3 oversized black band tees all the time along with baggy jeans (that are somehow still too long even when i wear them with 4 inch platforms) and a bunch of random accessories (i fidget with them alot when i'm anxious). 100% an introvert, but I can warm up to people pretty quickly though. Not sure if I think alot before i act lol, i kinda just do whatever comes to mind (and may or may not regret it later), I kinda just laugh at any bad situations that comes my way (and panic about them internally). I draw in my free time, also tried to play the guitar at some point, and spent way too many hours googling random facts on the internet (usually about animals and human biology). My favorite genres of music are emo, 80s rock and some metal, but im always down for any other genres aswell. I also have a very... questionable, sleep schedule, I either sleep at 8pm and wake up at 4am, or sleep at 4am and wake up at 1pm. I also have 2 cats (Lizard and Tangerine) and a dog (Shortie). Not really the most physically affectionate person but my friends told me i give nice hugs lol.
-Thank u for your time <3
Alright alright! This one was a bit difficult to do but I have come to a decision! No I did not spend all night looking through old wikis and forgetting about my ask box
ZERO!
FRIENDSHIP
Zero is not that well known in the mansion, she's much more abrasive and rude than the rest of the female creeps
But one night she walks in on you cutting your hair with scissors over a sink and something just clicked
Definitely seems like the opposite of you sometimes, but you'd be the first friend she had in a long time
So be prepared for her to be the overprotective extrovert of your friendship
She's probably steal your accessories all the time, but with her being color blind (Monochromacy) she can't tell if they match her outfit
Be prepared to see her in her normal black and white stripes with jarring colored accessories
God help anyone that is slightly mean to you because she'll destroy them mentally
She'd probably ask you to help her with pranks at some point, but know that her pranks often go too far
She's not that physical either, given her upbringing in a bad home and the bullying
However she loves your laid back personality and how you react to things, thinks it's funny in an endearing way
She doesn't sleep... only passing out when she gets way too tired, so she'll stay awake with you the moment you say you cant sleep
She's never had pets so she's a bit nervous that your cats wont like her and tries to stay away from them
DATING
During dating Zero is much kinder, she's still got a bit of Alice in her even after taking over so she has the fear that it's all some joke to be played on her
Constant gifts, you'll find new boots and accessories all the time from her just giving them to you
Although she can't tell the difference between light pink and a light grey so heads up
If she sees you with one of the gifts she gets ecstatic, a ton of compliments and attention
The thought that you actually like her enough to wear the things she gets for you makes her knees weak
She's only had one person really care for her like you do so she's even more protective now
If she sees someone talking to you in a slightly flirty tone or a mean tone there will be a glare down from her
This is when she becomes more affectionate to you please give her a hug she needs it but is still a bit wary with it
Cuddles with her are top tier, she will not let go and makes sure you're comfortable with pillows and blankets
Zero will listen to every weird fact you tell her, yeah she'd make fun of it every once in a while but never interrupts you when talking about weird things you found on the internet
She'll start warming up to your pets, passing out whenever they come snuggle up to her
This is how she finds out she's a dog person, your poor dog will also be just as spoiled as you
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta matchup#zero creepypasta#matchup request#matchups#Zero needs more attention ;-;
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IM HERE WITH TWO QUESTIONS MUAHAHAHA
Would you want B&B!Raph to have a human, or mutant crush/significant other? (Totally not for the OC I'm making noooo)
Do you have any B&B!Raph headcanons for my thirsty ass-
(Post editor: I wrote A LOT nsfw so uh….mentally prepare and I gOT FLAGGED HELP AHHH- also on google docs to avoid that 👀)
OH. MEEM. GEE.
thank you for the questions!! And oh BOY do I have a story for you~
so, he’s still figuring out what and who he likes. Mikey’s helping him best he can, but ultimately it lands back on humans. When they first started hanging out with April, Raph was always the one to flirt with her. But it was nothing more then friendly flirting, like the scenario of “pretend to my crush so I can practice with you” thing in cartoons, ya know?
Raph hasn’t really had any romantic feelings, but DEFINITELY some sexual ones. He just can’t help himself. More about that later.
But he will date a mutant or even an alien! It just has to be his type; sparkly tomboys. He loves cute dresses and Kawii things like makeup and bows, but he also likes someone who could kick ass. (Preferably not his).
Raph appreciates someone with flaws, he honestly hates the “picture perfect” person, because they make him feel like he’s staring at a manikin, one of his biggest fears; dolls and manikins. (Idk how to spell it bruh 😭😭, just say how it’s pronounced)
He likes manners too, he has probably the best table manners (other then Leo) and Mikey coming in a hot last. Raph admires respect, that’s why he looks up to Leo so much. (Don’t tell him I told you that.)
Raph honestly just LOVES cute things, he wanted to take Mikey’s cat away and cuddle it to death. But he was afraid he might actually cuddle it to death. (Flashback to the ‘Baby Rat’ incident).
he’s also SUPER soft and cuddle and all giddy, when you’re alone. When his brothers are around, you’re lucky if he even gives you the time of day. He’ll act uninterested or flat out ignore you because he hates it when his brothers call him a “softy”. (Having a “soft shell” in this universe is like calling someone a bitch)
Raph also loves doing makeup! Not on himself since the texture bothers him, but he’ll do it for literally anyone else.
NOW ON TO THE HEADCANNONS! (Under the cut bc some people might not want to see that)
(Pictures below wink wink nudge nudge)
I love sketching
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4. what are you looking forward to?
mmm right now im kinda looking forward to next week's dnd game. if we have one. its black friday idk how busy everyone else will be.
6. is it hard for you to get over someone?
no not really. kind of heartless of me really. but i dont do well if im emotionally compromised so i gotta get rid of it quick.
9. who did you last see in person?
caught a glimpse of some guy at sheetz earlier. as far as like, people i talked to, the redhead dude who gave me the keys to my rental car on thursday morning. if you mean people i know, my brother before he left a couple days ago.
10. are you good at hiding your feelings?
im very bad at it! very very bad!
11. are you listening to music right now?
i left hikari standing at ultima thule so im technically listening to close in the distance rn.
12. what is something you want right now?
back to stop hurting!
13. how do you feel right now?
back hurting, sleepytired!
15. personality description
of me? uhh a truly blackhearted individual who wants nothing more than to be nice to everyone but who cant stop making jokes at all times.
16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?
so damn much yknow?
18. do you miss how things were a year ago?
fuck no dude. well there was something nice. but by and large no i dont miss the way things were a year ago.
25. role model
i dont really have any but i do look up to @princess-rising-chaos bc she has an incredible belief in the good of humanity that i could never manage. shes a lot more levelheaded than me too.
28. i’ll love you if…
dont make fun of me and fall in love with me, probably. im very easy. if you mean platonically, its literally just a matter of talking to me and not being like some sort of insufferable ass.
31. 3 random facts
its theorised by some that the domestication of wolves led to the downfall of other humanoid species.
theres a planet that gets much hotter at night than during the day.
i was watching my friend playing a mod for outer wilds and he went to Wario Space and on one of the Wario planets there was a quote and when i googled it, it seemed to come from a mormon apocryphal book of scripture, the book of jacob.
37. favourite actor/actress
man do u know how long its been since i like. gave a shit about anything live acted?
47. turn ons
thats liable to get me canceled now that everyone from twitter is on the site
48. turn offs
hard to know when im turned off like 99.9% of the time. men?
53. 5 things that make me happy
idk what makes u happy bro. me tho i like cats, yuri manga, isekai, dnd lore creation, and music i can sing to
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bro if either of my irls see this i will look crazy pahtetic idk maybe ill delete iti should probably just leaves this ini the drafts
im pretty pathetic irl anyway i think lol wo who carse
im thinking ab my middle school best friend and i miss her so much it isnt even funny
idk if i was her best friend but i always loved her so much and i think about her almost every day even 2 years later
ik she wasnt doing well and she didnt come from a good home and was awful at managing her emotions and didnt talk to anyone and she would sh (i only know ab bc of some complicated secret poetry thing but she never knew i had seen that but i think she meant me to) and i think she cared about me? i kinda hope not bc i want her to be happy
but i would genuinely give anything to go back in time and talk to her again for just a few hours
i want to text her and tell her everything but idk its too weird after 2 years
i think she deserves to know how much i care about her,, right?
i had to pause twice writing this bc i was crying too hard i worry about her so much
its good im godo at crying silently lol no one can even tell so sneaky
i saw a girl with the same hair as her last week and i teared up in the middle of the hallway because it hit me how much i dont know what shes doing or if shes even alive bc i KNOW hse wasnt fucknig donig well
my cat was trying to comfort me but i think he got bored and left he's so cute lmfoa my brain made it into a very angsty analogy b4 i had the chance to stop it 💀
im this close to cracking and spam texting her
i googled her just now and found her linkedin profile of fucking course shes on linkedin thats so inc harecetr where she says she wants to go to medical school and she uses fucking stupid old words like candor and idk i hope she gets into her dream college
im sure she can she was always so smart i thknk shell do rly well and maybe one day shell perform open heart surgery on me lol that would be baller
"I believe in honesty because it creates an environment that permits integrity. Allowing for candor leads to an honorable work space. Integrity is an essential value to have as it holds all to a high ethical standard. Integrity adds trust, which is necessary for professionalism. I plan to enroll in a four-year college for a master's degree to study biochemistry. I then intend to go to medical school and earn a doctorate."
she fucking talked like that even at 13 yeah and she liked running and read all the time and she loved gamed of thrones and i still own one of her shitty books and we met when she was challenging classmates to race and she was so tall and had pretty hair
sophia im sorry for crying i think it would make her uncomfortable haha
i have fucking snot on my face now shed forsure be uncomfortable lmfaoo
ill go watch some tv show and try not to burst into tears again in 10 minutes ugh maybe it would be better if i had stayed depressed having this many feelings is driving me crazy why r u here bro : /
i should make a secret vent account LMFAO my followers r here for ohshc and mq not sob stories sorry sorry
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i tremble and panic when remembering what my life will be. im scared and lonely and i dont want anything else, just to see my family and home. for some reason i feel like in mt first days here, and even then it wasnt that bad. im afraid of the idea that i have to get used to this. i don t find living in the apartments and going to work that scary but still just understanding of how life plays with me makes me feel misserable. oh how i wish i never looked up this university in google, when i was lying in my warm bed at the winter, excited, because i found western university that will bring me to my dreams and actually is afordable for my family. i feel so stupid and im so sorry dad i am you spend so much money on me and im not even grateful. this fucker oh fuck he asks if 2 pm is okay for me. i dont think any pm is okay for me. i think tomorrow will be horrible. i dont think he thinks of me in a romantic way, he has some chicks name in his user name sticker. i fucking hate him. but i wish he could comfort me. he probably doesnt care in the slightest ab me. for some reason i kinda feel like omori? is this a strange reference idk. well omori song just started playing so i thought of it. i feel like i dont really should be in this world. i want to come back to what it used to be. i guess a lot of people think about the same things but uh yeah. i guess tomorrows gonna be awful. i really dont want to see him espercially this early but i have to get out of the house, it will fucking eat me alive. i must have studied a lot today but ima lazy ass and cryed all day. i hate that the idea of crying is so normalized today. its like oooh i cried because of this dead pigeon!! wtf no i believe tears are not for this. people cry when they experience strong emotions. my other roommate is singing songs in the shower god i hate her. its 9 pm btw. she screams like a pig. sometimes she is nice and i truly believe she is a nice person. i still hate her and would like to see her dead. but no right now. im not that angry right now. when i think of my mom i start to cry. i miss her so much. it was always like this when i was a kid, i would always cry when i was at sleepovers. i dont know why, its a strange feeling. it is reallt strange. when im okay i dont even want to talk to her, its like i dont have a lot of stimuli to do so? but when i feel bad the only oerson i want to call is her. i guess shes the only one who i believe would reallt care. not even my best friend who i would always call the best person in my life. im just a bad person. when she tells me that something happened to her im always kinda happy it happened. its not always like this but sometimes i feel like oh lol ye u deserved it bc there is enough good in ur life. im just an awful always jelous person. i guess world would be a better place without people like me. people like me are the people who shoot schools. i would be happier if it uh fuck again its like when u remembering something like just spontaneus and u immediately start to cry and tremble and like idk feel bad? i feel so so so homesick. i didnt feel that homesick at the start and here i am after 3 months here. i really love my parents and actually my home i am so sorry that i never told anyone this or idk oh god im so so sorry i never respected never understood. i guess its just that im homesick and my home isnt that good but tbh i cant of a thing better rn than my home. fuck any other place. fuck heaven. i just wish i could my cat and my mom sitting and talking loud at 7 am when the sun is rising with her mom and she will make me awake and i will go and ask her to be quiet really angryshly and she will go to her room and i will try to sleep again but now i cant so i smoke my vape and browse through tiktok, lying in underwear and some t shirt, then my cat will come to me and start meowing for me to play with him, i will annoignly play alittle bit with him and then proceed to do my every day morning chores. but summer in my country when u have friends is amazing. i mean my city. okay i will end now to mush words
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there is such an oddly validating feeling in people who wronged you having a cat you KNOW likes you more than their own owners
it gives me Addison Grace "I miss your dog" song emotions
but, at the same time, knowing their cat liked me so much that the other people asked "What's your secret? How did you do that? My cat has never done that before?*" is so fucking vindicating
* : "that" being fucking CUDDLING. their cat never laid down on top of them before, always persistent about laying down a few feet away (and they had her since she was a kitten too, which is wild to me that she was never even a cuddly kitten), and i met this cat very briefly each time i visited and then wham bam the little fur-baby was snuggled up to me. and not just once, briefly; but would do it for as long as possible in the handful of times i visited (it was about 3 or 4 visits more before we had a falling out), the cat leaving as soon as their human tried to pet them. i know the cat is safe and fine with them, im not worried about the cat's well-being. they just were in one of those families that "always had cats", meaning they continued the cycle their parents taught them rather than doing their own research on how to treat cats (one of those "you can just drop them when youre done, they land on their feet" types rather than what i do which is "keep holding them securely until all four paws are settled and stable on the floor" if that makes sense. innocent fuck-ups, not anything malicious, but it meant this person had NEVER owned a "velcro cat" or a "cuddly cat" and thought thpse things were 100% based on cat personality and not a mixture of personality + relationship. my cat is the first cat ive ever owned, and i did so much research, i even googled how to properly pet cats. thanks Jackson Galaxy. i tried to tell them to do the same back when we were friends. sucks to suck if they never listened). but it is such a nice middle finger to know they have to sit with the knowledge that ✨️their cat liked me more✨️
a part of me hopes they know i would be very willing to adopt their cat if they ever needed to re-home their pet, no matter what happened between us. another part of me knows my very own cat that i already own would be PISSED to share my attention (my cat has made it very clear she is a one-cat home and she will beat up any other pet who tries to "steal me away". but i think that's because her foster parents didn't introduce her to the other cats v well? my cat was briefly a stray and was estimated to already be 2 years old when she first arrived to her foster parents' home. and she was always 50/50 if she liked her fosters or if they were swat-worthy anyway) i have no idea. but she was esp fight-y with them, esp if i gave them any affection, when id come over to introduce myself to her + get her used to me so moving her out wouldnt be so scary for her)
still. im listening to Addison Grace on repeat bc i still think about that kitty cat who so shyly loved me like she never loved any other human before 🎶��🎶"I DON'T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT YOU / BUT I MISS YOUR DOG CAT / HE SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG / I MISS YOUR DOG CAT!!"🎶💕🎶
#id be willing to piss my cat off by adopting this ex-friend's bc i know solo cats get lonely#like Jackson Galaxy recommends to get 2nd cats v much for that exact reason. and fuck it. ill put 1000% into getting that cat and my cat to#have a smooth introduction and get to befriend one another. i hope that ex-friend took my advice bc otherwise 🖕 ×5000 more than before#me#might delete later#cats#cat#addison grace#i miss your dog#addison grace i miss your dog
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240126-27: house rave with chloe friday evening to support ralphie, who has an art booth there. supposed to be from 11pm-12pm the next day. i stay until 4am and decide to leave bc im supposed to be meeting up with lorenzo saturday noon. google maps AND chrono tell me the bus will be a few minutes late. i leave EARLY to get to the bus ON TIME in case its NOT late. i get to the bus stop one minute before the right bus time. there is no bus. i look at google maps. the bus departed EARLY FFS. i go back to the rave and decide to wait for the metro to restart bc there is no other optimal night bus routes. i take another pill of molly bc atp wtf am i supposed to do. however at some point, ralphie thinks they might’ve gotten roofied. we’re like ok we’ll stay with you. they start getting really sleepy, not sure if it’s just tiredness or actually roofing. chloe watches over ralphie’s booth while i go to the bed to watch over them while they sleep. i’m high af at that point and i’m sitting there shaking trying to make yzl’s departure necklace while surrounded by so much weed i can barely see lmfao. chloe comes to sleep too. i’m watching over both of them but they’re fucking SOUND asleep so i don’t dare wake them up to leave. moss comes around 8am to check on us. at this point people are clearing out, they’re making breakfast and the sun is up. i leave the bed but have to go watch over ralphie’s booth. a bit before 9am i’m like fuck i have to go + there’s barely anyone anymore so i go tell asleep ralphie and chloe that i’m leaving (moss is still there so).
i get home at around 9am. take care of cat. take a shower bc i’m probably covered in weed. try to listen to 4th wall while in bed and end up falling asleep probably like 30 min my supposed wake-up time.
i’m supposed to meet lorenzo at 12:30……. i wake up at 1:45pm. i want to kms. i srsly consider just never answering him and like ,,,, yeah. block him and let him believe im a catfish. but i’m shameless so. i apologize profusely. still want to kms. feels like the world is ending bc it’s so embarrassing and just SO terrible so so so bad and terrible. he’s the most understanding ever which makes me feel like even more shit. he tells me we can meet quickly at the metro to say hi. i consider not going bc that’s so embarrassing how can i even face him like he should be cutting me tf off. but i go bc i have to apologize in person. we say hi. i apologize profusely. i give him a pretty rock mel gave me (long story). he’s so sweet and forgiving and understanding it makes me feel even shittier. but somehow i lowkey almost feel more bonded?? if our friendship can survive this then !!
that’s it, the crazy ends here. i spend the evening with yzl for the last time before her exchange. she sheds a few tears at my letters (i cooked) which makes me feel so much love for her and so loved in return. friendship is beautiful! friendship is rewarding! there is nothing that has been quite as emotional gratifying as friendship! i am so so so emotionally fulfilled by my friendships <3
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:oD -> sorry for bein in here so much ( / gen) but could i maybe get some divination real quick?
:oD -> pendulum (or like, a coin toss if thats easier or whatever im no divination expert) on if the aspects were the same or swapped (to fit the. yk, swap)
:oD -> a pendulum on if i had any quadrants (and who with, if thats fine)
:oD -> a pendulum on if we played SGRUB or not (im assuming we did but yk)
:oD -> and maybe just a general tarot on what my tl was like? with any spreads you feel like would fit and stuff
:oD -> i can totally send these in separate asks, also, if you prefer! and i am! so sorry! about sending so many requests today /gen i promise ill leave this blog be for the day after this /lh - gamzee zahhak (because, yk, who else would this be :op )
Sure thing! For your tarots, I used this spread by @kin-rot, linked to me by Mod Nepeta’s google doc of spreads, as well as my usual three card (beginning/middle/end) for this one. I may have misread your tarot question and only realized when I was answering this ask.
Also Gamzee if you keep apologizing then I'm gonna start answering your asks with sad clown cats /j.
For your pendulums, my pendulum says the aspects were swapped with the surnames (so as a Zahhak you were still of Void), your only quadrants were a pale crush and a pitch crush with none filled directly (I didn't ask who with, you can come back w ideas if you want!), and a strong yes for playing SGRUB!
I didn’t pull the last card of the first spread, since you didn’t ask about how it effects this life, but if you want that card as well then please feel free to come back!
Your past life as a whole - Reversed High Priestess - This card tells me you had an amazing intuition, but that you rarely if ever listened to it. Part of what you needed to learn was to trust your own mind over what those around you wanted to do.
Theme of major challenges - The Magician - Your biggest struggle was in knowing what the best thing to do was at any given moment. You second-guessed yourself a lot, not trusting your instincts and overthinking everything almost all the time.
How you handled them, and their effects on you - 7 of Swords - You kept most of your worries and struggles internally, and had a hard time expressing them to anyone. Perhaps this is why your pale crush stayed a crush.
Lessons learned during this life - The Hermit - As the other cards indicated, your biggest lesson to learn was that you needed (and likely still need) to trust your instincts! Your intuition knows more than your conscious mind, sometimes.
And for the other reading,
Beginning - Ace of Cups - The beginning (I assume before SGRUB but it could have been any momentous time of your life) was full of laughter and love, with joy and happiness abounding. You felt content with what was happening to and around you.
Middle - The Moon - Somewhere in your joy, you knew something was being hidden from you. The knowledge set your teeth on edge and made you uncomfortable, but you tried to keep calm and allow whatever was hidden to come forth on its own time.
End - The Fool - The Fool is the first card on the Fool's Journey in traditional tarot, and it tells me that the end here was barely even a metaphorical end. The first journey had barely ended when the next began!
#homestuck#homestuck kin#tarot#pendulum#gamzee zahhak kin#bloodswap kin#mod meu#gamzee if you ever want to talk mems (not in the canonmate way)#i had a gamzee zahhak in my damara captor tl but he was swapped w horuss#and i was swapped w sollux#so like. feel free to dm me
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