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She/Her - 1/21/04 a wizard on the weekends [Banner by Mewpet]

[kittycatpaw11]

meow meow what's UP.

i write x reader undertale fics.

Also hosting an annual writing/art challenge!

Undertale AUpril

My AO3 Undertale Fics

Every series and standalone goes here.

My Tumblr Undertale Fics

I write for many Sans and Papyrus variants. This is the big papa list.

Story Count: 41

Requests are OPEN

Little post that elaborates on this.

ok have fun, u crazy little shits

[kittycatpaw11]

@sillylunaticc Continuing from my ship name rant here. My eyes have a hard time following a bunch of consecutive reblogs. I'm like a grandma, sorry. I get dizzy very easily.

I had the insane foresight to look up if locals had a nickname for Black-footed cats, and THEY DO!

They're called Anthill Tigers.

I think "Anthill Tiger" would be a crazy fucking ship name for me and Killer. What do you think? :3c

[sillylunaticc]

im so tired rn, but hes just too cute to not draw, have a doodle @kittycatpaw11

also, is there a ship name for this? my first thought was claw & dagger lol

[kittycatpaw11]

MY BOYYYY. AND OH GOOD HEAVENS, THE WAFFLE PIN ON HIS DUMB ASS BEANIE LMAOOOOO

Every birthday and Christmas he asks for V-Bucks. He probably gets C's across the board in school, but has that gifted kid thing where he loves engineering and coding.

took thirty minutes to reblog because i was stuck on a ship name idea tho.

I was thinking predator cats that hunt, and I found a species called the Black-footed Cat (also called the Small-spotted Cat) that supposedly has the highest catch success rate in the world???

They're commonly identified by the black tear-like streaks coming from their eyes.

Someone tell me why that sounds familiar, huh?

I don't really know if calling the ship "Black-footed Cat" is catchy, though? Somewhat clever, but not catchy.

I dunno. I'm a little stumped. I think I need help on this lmaooo

[kittycatpaw11]

My precious son.....

His name is Koi, following the K letter theme that Kitty and Killer have.

Inspired by the fish symbol I carry in my sona's designs, and koi represents personal growth and transformation, which I think suits Killer very well.

I think this counts as my first ship kid.

[bananonbinary]

one of the hardest things to learn as a depressed former Gifted Kid™ is that half-assed is better than nothing. take the 50%, 40%, even 20% job. scrubbing your face is better than not taking a shower at all. picking up your clothes is better than never cleaning. nibbling on some bread is better than starving.

DO THINGS HALFWAY. NOW YOU’RE 100% BETTER OFF THAN YOU WERE BEFORE.

[redheadhatchet]

One of my college professors used to say “anything worth doing is worth doing poorly.”  I didn’t understand that for years because I didn’t do anything poorly, I couldn’t do anything poorly, I had to Do Everything Perfectly.

But brushing your teeth for 30 seconds is better than not brushing them at all when that 2 minutes seems exhausting.  Doing ten minutes of yoga is better than 10 minutes of sitting when 30 minutes of cardio sounds impossible.  Changing my clothes is good when a whole shower is impossible.  Standing on the porch for a few minutes is worth it after being in the house for three straight days because I don’t have the energy to go anywhere.

Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly… because doing it poorly is better than not doing it.

[resetium]

someone please hit me over the head with this post every day for like the next week thanks. a mention, a reblog with text, a message, something.

[blackwoolncrown]

You must understand that perfectionism isn’t striving for excellence, it’s a crippling fear of being flawed and therefore worth abandonment or punishment. It’s a kind of psychological avoidance. You’re avoiding fear and failure , not embracing the thing you want to do bc if it was about the thing you want to do you’d be fine with partial victory.

[kittycatpaw11]

Oh, hello last paragraph. Is that what that is?

That makes more sense.

[kittycatpaw11]

Ok soooo... I didn't write the fic you told me to write...i kinda just wrote about killer-

Lol

a very respectable change of plan 👍

[kittycatpaw11]

looking to be done with the killer nsft oneshot tomorrow or the day after.

heres a small snippet nsft warning and spoiler for the oneshot

[kittycatpaw11]

You should give me sucky fanfiction idea prompt things to write, so I can write them terribly-

Monsters are Pokemon and all live in Pokeballs.

And instead of a Pokemon Trainer, you're a Monster Trainer.

It may also technically count as zoophilia if you have a crush on Sans.

Depending on how you raise your Sans, it'll evolve into different variants.

If you abuse it enough, you'll get Nightmare. Or if you feed it enough coffee, it'll come out as a Ccino.

[kittycatpaw11]

wait wait wait

Kitty almost purple

CROSS purple

purple duo uuuuh…uuuuuuhhhh *thinks and explodes*

Our ship name is Vets Office :33

He's dog coded, and I'm... *looks around at my brand*

[kittycatpaw11]

this your new sona or whats happening 🤨

kitty lore unlocked: my dad wanted to name me Purple when i was born. after some fictional character he liked.

Safe to say I was instead named after my mother's childhood cabbage patch doll.

but yeah that's me. my posture's about the exact same, too

[kittycatpaw11]

Hey, Kitty!

Sooo I kind of have a request? My birthday’s coming up on June 9 (wanted to give a couple weeks heads up in case you were busy), and I wanted to see if you could do a Horror x Reader thing? It doesn’t even have to be my sona, or that long, just a little something.

Idk.

It almost feels rude for me to ask, but that might be my own brain trying to talk me out of it…?

Sorry in advance if it does come across as rude, and if you can’t do it, I would completely understand!

I have a lot of your writings to catch up on (usually bc I’m too busy to read much), but I absolutely love them! 🫶✨

Again, hope it’s not too much trouble for you ☺️

ok so i wasnt smart enough to ask what your timezone was so i could time this birthday gift right, so UH. this is me posting now just in case it's already the 9th for you :l

AND HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY

"An Intolerance"

'You're all the sudden babysitting a very large and cuddly grown man after he got more drunk than planned.'

Word Count: 2,000

Pairing: Horror x Reader

The karaoke on the other side of the bar is becoming increasingly harder to ignore.

It had been a very simple endeavor of tuning it out when you first walked in with Horror about half an hour ago, ready to modestly party in celebration of Birch's first job (and to lightheartedly bother him), but now the atmosphere is downright unbearable.

Or.. maybe you're just becoming irritable.

You weren't paying attention to what Birch was mixing into the colorful and fun drinks you were pointing at.

You wanted to challenge him and his brand new mixology certification, and chose what looked like the two most aggravating drinks to craft up.

His face was so focused and tensed that you could've sworn you heard a band in his braces snap. Aside from what you think needs to be another visit to the orthodontist to get that checked out, he made your drinks like it was childs' play.

It certainly looks like Birch earned that certificate.

…Anyway, you think there was tequila in both of them. That's what you were trying to get at.

Tequila gets you pissed off for, like… about half an hour. You can walk this off in a minute, it'll be fine.

You're sure the karaoke sounds great… But you still want to snap the microphone from out of that girl's hands.

There is very suddenly a gruff and drawling voice that sounds almost inside of your head, but it's actually just to your immediate left. "i c'n almost smell the anger on ya, l'il."

You look over in time to see him menacingly sit up a little in his bar stool, almost.. posturing? What?

"…You can?"

"no." And then he casually waves over his brother like he didn't just purposefully startle you.

You hate this guy.

Horror's a piece of shit sometimes, but he's also really cute, so you suppose he can be quickly forgiven.

Birch comes bouncing over—almost literally—"MORE FRIES?"

Your most recently emptied glass is gestured to, "two of whatev'r the hell ya gave 'em. red sparkly.. shit."

The bartender's eyelights comically squint behind his large glasses, looking deep into Horror's with a serious everything that tells you Birch is very suddenly in protective brother mode. "ARE YOU SURE? IT'S GOT… …" Birch suddenly leans obnoxiously forward at the hip, and honest-to-God genuinely whispers, something you didn't know he could do, "It has monster alcohol…"

You butt in, "I drank monster alcohol?"

A large and nicked hand drops onto your head in the worst head pat ever, "yer fine." And back to his brother, "i'll take it."

"BUT YOUR… REGULATION…"

His huh?

Horror just shrugs at whatever that meant, and you audibly hear Birch gulp in response to what seems like his older brother's bad decision(?).

You'll ask later. Sounds like Horror's not gonna be the 'designated shortcutter', which is fine. You guys can catch a bus when you're done bugging Birch, it's cool.

He's sloshed.

And during the lecture you just front-row witnessed Birch lay out on Horror, you learned that this intolerance is only applied to monster alcohol.

A monster could get a fix—a minor one, typically—on human alcohol, but your beverages aren't the same.

What gets a monster actually drunk is the magic within their drinks. It spikes their mana lines, giving them that inebriation.

And that mention of 'regulation' you overheard was apparently Horror's issues regulating his mana. Originating from his injury. A disability(?). So… in short, his tolerance was critically shot.

Both boys thought it would be alright enough for Horror to have some liquor, because he's a pretty tough guy and it's been years since the blow to his head, but wow that didn't work out—

Your barstool is almost pulled out from under you when Horror grips the frame of it and jerks you toward him.

You would've gotten immediate vertigo if he hadn't dropped his heavy head atop your's, shocking you out of the minor dizzy spell from being yoinked.

…There's a purr building within his throat, which you very vividly feel rumbling against the crown of your head where he's aggressively nuzzling you.

Okay. This is becoming an issue.

Well..! Not really, no. You live for his attention and his overwhelming cuddles, but maybe not at a bar and in front of his younger brother.

He pulls at your middle and nearly yanks you off your seat and onto his, which would have been his lap because he takes up his entire stool.

You managed to catch yourself with a hard palm to his shoulder, keeping yourself seated where you're meant to be.

Let's not get Birch fired on his first day off training. You need to get Horror home before a scene is caused.

You catch the lanky one's attention when he circles back, waving your wallet at him in a signal.

He takes the briefest of glances at Horror, his rapidly deteriorating state, his grip on you, and immediately nods in understanding. Yeah, the bear's got to go. He knows his brother'd be safest with you.

…Okay, but am I safest with him?

The bus ride home could not possibly be any farther away from your place. The road feels so unnecessarily stretched out.

It's not all that crowded in here, although there's plentiful enough people looking at you for you to feel more claustrophobic than what's actually encompassing the entirety of you.

Horror is a brick wall of warmth, on what is metaphorically like all four sides of you.

Instead of the three combined seats you guys typically take up together (because he's a big boy and needs two), it's been narrowed down to that simple two—he is almost sitting on you. Enough so that a seat's been freed up.

His far leg is slung over the both of your's, almost folding himself over you, his arms right around your shoulders in what could look like a chokehold from another angle, and you're right back with his head on top of your's.

The purr is stronger, and this time audible. He sounds like a big, happy predator cat.

He could also be mistaken for a motorcycle in the distance.

Thinking of him as an oversized, cuddly cat is funnier, though. You feel like you're his childhood kitten toy that he's found after all these years, and he doesn't want to lose you again.

…Remembering cute cat videos like that is a really good distraction for the fact that you're being cuddled to death on public transportation.

His next purr cuts to a grumble that you feel vibrate your head, and you get squeezed into what's just about to be a true chokehold.

You frantically tap at his forearms like you're tapping out of a wrestling match—"Horror."

And then he whines.

Stars have actual mercy. You're never letting him drink again. In fact, you're restricting his diet to WATER just to be safe.

"We're almost home. You can go to bed soon." And water. You're going to make him have water.

…Wait, what helps monsters come off mana spikes?

A quick phone call balanced between your shoulder and ear as you juggle a bear and house keys… isn't pretty.

In fact, it's almost like you're inside of a fever dream. You've taken care of Horror before, sure, but he's gone actual 'baby mode'.

Is this typical of drunk monsters? Or is this something specific to him? …Actually, you really think you're okay not knowing.

You are babysitting an overgrown dog that would only feel close enough if he were buried beneath your skin.

…Clifford. Clifford The Big Red Dog.

Well, you've got his next Halloween costume in mind.

You should consider your obituary next. And maybe a set of keys that isn't so horrendously hard to wrangle. You can not for the life of you unlock your front door, and it doesn't help that you're being insistently tugged left and right by your boyfriend.

—All this tugging has distracted you.

You fix your phone before it slips from where it's pressed to your ear, offering your (not really) free hand for Horror to occupy himself with. "Sorry, what did you just say, Birch?"

There's the clatter of customers in the background, but he's making the multitask work just about as well as you are, "THE ONLY THING HE CAN DO IS SLEEP IT OFF. THERE'S NO 'QUICK FIXES' FOR MONSTER ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION LIKE THERE IS WITH HUMANS."

"You must be lying."

There's a pause. "WELL… YOU COULD GET HIM TO DRAIN UP HIS EXCESS MAGIC, BUT I WOULD IMAGINE THAT'S NOT ON THE TABLE WHEN HE'S UNDER THE INFLUENCE AND CAN'T MAKE PROPER DECISIONS FOR HIMSELF."

…Ah.

You finally get the key in the damn knob, "Yep, sounds like we're going to sleep—"

You're yanked. Broken through a shortcut right inside, dropping everything to the carpet in your panic, the both of you crashing sideways on your couch, just as you proclaimed victory against the door and made a plan.

"HELLO?" Birch calls out from the floor.

…

A third drink is about to be required. You're on the cusp of losing your marbles.

There is finally a stillness.

It did not take a whole lot of effort to convince Horror to free you from the couch. The prospect of a more comfortable space piqued his interest so fully that you were lifted with a speed typically reserved for someone smaller than him.

He made the mightiest work of bringing you bridal into your bedroom, where he placed you in the middle of your mattress and then laid himself right on over you.

You'd whine about needing a blanket, but he is radiating enough heat for you to be genuinely comfortable.

It's nice. You're finally away from the chaos of it all and are somewhere you're much more in control of.

…Well, you're not really in control of what's happening, but it's leagues better than what you originally had to work with.

He's listening to more of what you're saying. He's quiet and still. He's being all sweet.

Horror's mellowing out. He must be enjoying the privacy and safety of your bedroom, too. A familiar space. Dim-lit and comfortable.

You certainly feel that way about safety and comfort. And you're loving being out of the spotlight of public.

You're out of that horrible situation. It's okay to relax and be still. To allow yourself to be held and used as his source of comfort.

He's being used as a source of comfort, too, so it's not like you're being scammed.

Horror makes a move, suddenly deciding he wants more of you.

You're scooped clean around your middle, where he squeezes and pulls at like he's about to lift you from the bed, and he does.

He takes you upright with him and then drops to his side, again taking you with him.

The two of you now facing each other. The black iris within his red eye the roundest and most blown out you've seen of him. Again reminding you of a very big and happy cat.

It's warbling, too. Something you very intimately recognize as an affectionate expression; one he looks at you with often.

And then, while tucking you under his chin and in his arms, he grumbles, "i love you.."

…

You don't think you've ever been more parental over a boy in your entire life. You have got to give this man everything you have.

His hug is returned. The most enthusiastically you've moved since the start of this shit show.

As far around his upper body that you could wrap your arms around, you couple it with doing your best to twine his heavy legs with yours, which he happily helps with.

And to top it all off, you decide to draw a hand upward to the back of his head, massaging the base of his neck.

He melts in to you even farther, his deep purr returning.

This is pretty tolerable. Though you're still banning alcohol.

[kittycatpaw11]

*blinks at the 4 requests in my inbox. more than ive ever had at a time.* dont be afraid to advertise yourselves, kids

[kittycatpaw11]

i'm hungry for attention, and also to write things for people.

Requests are OPEN and my Inbox (about to be) EMPTY.

and im about to be BORED.

I love having smaller projects in between my bigger ones. It really helps me to refresh my mind.

im just gonna whip out the random word generator for prompts and start doing coin flips if nobody wants anything specific lmao

I'm gonna fill up my collection one way or another. I want to see if I can reach 100 before the end of the year

[kittycatpaw11]

wait what do we most commonly call horror's brother? help

i forgot this guy's name and i need it

[kittycatpaw11]

IS IT HAPPENING??? IS THIS WHAT I NEEDED TO DO TO GET A BABY IN THE MII GAME???

[kittycatpaw11]

- Colorune's Day 7 and 8 are going to be connected together and I need a little bit more time for them.

- As for Killer's NSFT, I'm having to edit a few things to fix the pacing so the buildup is more enjoyable, but I'm sitting at 4k words. Still looking at 6k for the final product.

- And chapter 1 of "Down by the Garden" needs more time since medieval fantasy is new territory for me, HOWEVER I do have a substitute Horror x Reader fic to make up for that.

(hi @forgotten-emories. can't meet the deadline of ur birthday with Down by the Garden, but i got a replacement for now, so you can at least get some nice horror content!! hope that's okay <3)

[kittycatpaw11]

ok so ngl i *did* have a cbd gummy yesterday and slept for 14 hours.

feeling pretty refreshed today. looking to catch up on colorune

let's see how many fics i can write in 9 hours

[kittycatpaw11]

making a $1.89 frozen pizza to recharge.

i'm looking at my notes, and.. *adjusts glasses* i didn't actually finish plotting the other ones. so. *adjusts glasses a second time*

i thought i did. must've been tired.

*adjusts glasses a Third (3rd) time*

[kittycatpaw11]

The devil knows I'm writing too many bangers in a row.

Took a walk to check the mail after posting Day 6's Colorune, and I go right into a nest of ticks (@aestheticallycha0tic you fucking bitch).

I think maybe the ditch should be mowed.

I, uh... also lost my wireless earbud in the toilet after freaking out so hard in the bathroom. Took my tick-covered shirt off way too fast, the lid wasn't closed, and it flew in there so perfectly.

That was my fucking good ear, bro... I can't hear as good out of the other one...

[kittycatpaw11]

I'm listening to Jennifer Lopez's "On The Floor" as I take the walk to the neighborhood dumpster to throw my earbuds away, because that's where I wish it fell instead.

Already ordered new ones. They're gonna be purple to match Cross.