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@kittygowrite
Hello~
You can call me Kat ♡
I write for CoD at the moment but I may throw in other fandoms and ideas <3
Currently in uni, majoring in Psychology! I absolutely love animals and really anything remotely cute and fluffy
Links:
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Hi people! I haven't touched writing for months and I apologize for disappearing. I'll try to get back to writing but I won't promise anything, just that I'll do what I can.
I know the world is crazy, I hope everyone is safe in these hard times
Hey guys! Wanted to update this blog just so it's not a mystery to everyone. I'm going through some stuff rn and writing just hasn't been something I've been able to do in the past few weeks. My car broke down and I've been working double hours and doing school stuff and family drama is just killing my motivation and the time I was originally using for writing is now spent doing work or catching up on sleep. I'm sad that I'm not able to keep writing but I won't force myself to do something I enjoy because forcing it will only yield bad quality work and make it hard to enjoy writing when I actually want to. I'm sorry to keep people waiting for updates and stuff so I just wanted to explain a little bit. Take care of yourselves 💜💜
My Midwest girl fic hit 222 hits on AO3 🥹 (Tumblr) (AO3)
I get a lot less attention over there but it still means the world to me that so many people actually see and enjoy my work!
On a different note, I wanted to say sorry for being really inactive and missing last week's WIP Wednesday. I was a bit sick recently and overall just really busy these past few months and some personal things have come that absolutely killed my writing motivation. I won't make promises on when things will be out but please know that every interaction with my stuff does make my day brighter and helps me immensely with wanting to continue writing for y'all.
Please take care of yourself, tell your loved ones you love them, and stay safe out there everyone. 💜💜
WIP "Wednesday" (#16)
Soap x reader that popped into my head cus it's summer time now 😌
Sorry this is horribly late, I have a bunch of stuff going on and the heat absolutely took me out this week and I was half dead
Hmmmm the dilemma.... Do I set up a Ko-Fi?
Pros:
- money (obviously)
- possibly more motivation
- could maybe do writing comms in the future?
Cons
- more pressure (I feel bad lol)
- money stuff scares me 🥲
- don't want to turn a hobby into a chore
What are we thinking? I know I'm a small account and I honestly don't think I would get much off of it? Like would people want to contribute? I’m not totally sure if it's possible to change how much each "coffee" is but if I set it to lower just for little tips would people want to do that more? Hmmm
We'll make a poll?
Would you tip an author for fanfic?
Yes
No
Nuance (explain in tags please 🥺)
you can change how much each coffee is! most keep it at a fiver just because of transaction fees. I say do it, i mean there’s no harm and nothing bad will come of it. People are willing to donate too! I’m still surprised and very grateful by some i recieved :) i’m not sure about comms though, i stay away from doing them because i dont really want writing to be a chore for me yk? but then again i take requests too so maybe im fighting myself LOL
Thank you Sheepy 💜 I’ll see if I have time over the summer to set one up… I mean it seems like a good thing to do but idk I’m scared (anxiety is a bitch)
I honestly think I would be able to do shorter commissions, I’ve had people pay me for writing stuff before and some part of me gets a boost from that so it would be something I think I could do :)
Hmmmm the dilemma.... Do I set up a Ko-Fi?
Pros:
- money (obviously)
- possibly more motivation
- could maybe do writing comms in the future?
Cons
- more pressure (I feel bad lol)
- money stuff scares me 🥲
- don't want to turn a hobby into a chore
What are we thinking? I know I'm a small account and I honestly don't think I would get much off of it? Like would people want to contribute? I’m not totally sure if it's possible to change how much each "coffee" is but if I set it to lower just for little tips would people want to do that more? Hmmm
We'll make a poll?
Would you tip an author for fanfic?
Yes
No
Nuance (explain in tags please 🥺)
WIP Wednesday (#15)
Another kiss prompt! My boyfriend gave me the idea for this one so i hope yall like it!
Im still accepting kiss prompts! They’ll just get added to the writing queue <3 if you want to send one in, take a look here!
Sometimes I forget that I have people that follow me (?!) and like my stuff
Then I check my phone and nearly fall over cus WHERE DID YALL COME FROM
WIP Wednesday (#14)
Lil Ghoap x reader piece I’ve been working on when the mood hits lol
Act like it’s Wednesday again… I blame my boyfriend for distracting me while I was in the middle of posting this yesterday
The full fic will be 18+ btw! I’m actually really excited to finish this cus it’ll be my first Ghoap piece and the kink it’s oriented around I don’t see a whole super huge amount of so I’m happy to be able to add that to my writing collection :)
Sitting on the front porch because it’s rainy and doesn’t hurt my eyes to exist outdoors today and I’m just hanging out, eating my noodles, drinking my pop, scrolling tumblr, in my pjs and under a blanket. Living the good life one might say
I’ve been out here a while, I was here first, these utility guys just showed up… they’re working on the power lines or something idk
But boy howdy… one of them? Literally just price. Literally the face, the beard, the body, the tone!! He has a southern accent but… close enough.. 🥰
The other guy? It’s just fucking ghost. Has the mask, the deep voice, HUGE BUILD, this dude looks like he could snap me in half with one arm.
I feel bad for staring at them but I’m thinking thoughts that aren’t enough to write but 😩
Like please can I have a man like that?? Please?? Let me be your sweet little thing at home? Get your hands dirty with hard work and oil and I’ll get mind dirty with flour and love. I’ll make you a pie? Please is it too much to ask for??
WIP Wednesday (#13) just pretend it's still Wednesday?
Kiss prompt :) I'm bad at angst but I am trying for the person who requested it!
Kiss prompt list is here, feel free to send an ask with a number and a character! :) I write slow but do my best to make it my best work for y'all :)
Ahhhmsksmwksmkwkekemekwkwowkksksmsiiej I got my package today 🥹 everything is from @bluegiragi, go check them out!! They have an amazing art style and beautiful storytelling, I’m like actually obsessed with their monster au 💜💜
Back to the merch… They’re all so pretty omg!!! I’m so happy!! The keychains are the perfect size and the printing is all so clear! And the standees!! Augh my boys are so perfect and the art style just hits so wonderfully every time! ugh I’m literally doing a happy dance! Don’t even get me started on the print ugh he’s so 😩
I’m so happy to actually own some CoD merch now and even happier that I have some Ghoap merch too 🥰
Burnout, cuddles, and Price
Pair: Price x Reader
Warnings: burnout (ofc),
An: I'm just crazy burnt out and going through a bitch of a depressive episode. I wrote this for myself because I'm trying my best not to cry at any given moment.
Wc: 800+
Your forehead bumped against his sternum, his hand heavy and secure on the back of your head. He let you stay there, nose pressing into the slope of his muscled chest, breathing in the smell of salt and burnt tobacco that always seemed to cling to him. It was a soothing smell. Warm and rich, rough in the way that soothed out the sharp and broken edges of your thoughts, familiar. It was a balm on your rushing mind and shot nerves, a release for the muscles that had been tensed for far too long. He let you sink into his heat, at peace after what felt like an eternity. He pulls you with him, slowly backing up to the couch in his office, sinking down with you held safely in his arms.
You keep your head stuck tight against his chest, eyes closed against the soft light in his office. Body stiff, limbs heavy, exhaustion so weighing so heavily on your shoulders that even thinking about moving seems impossible. Price knows, he always does. His free hand guides your body for you, warm palms molding you to a comfortable position, pulling you to rest on top of him.
He speaks soft and low, murmuring sweet things into the top of your head, words separated by gentle kisses. He doesn’t expect a response, knows words are too hard for you right now. His hands shift to rub your back, slow and loving sweeps up and down the planes of your back. His fingers drag over the fabric of your shirt, over and over in a rhythm that has your anxious heartbeat calming.He doesn’t know what made today so hard for you, but seeing that look in your eyes — the one that screamed that you were one minor mistake from breaking down — had him whisking you away to the safe quiet of his office.
The hitch in your breath had him pausing, hands slowing to rest on your lower back. He understood that sometimes you needed to cry. Knew that it helped you to let out some of the bottled-up tension in your mind. He hated it when your eyes were all puffy and glossy tears clung to your eyelashes and framed your tired eyes, but he was always there for you when you needed it.
Your fingers caught on the fabric of his shirt, holding on like it was a lifeline in a dark sea as the first sob tore through you. It was muffled and broken, so full of hurt. Price pulled you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He held you through it. Held you while you trembled and sobbed, salty tears wetting the front of his shirt. Held you when your voice became hoarse and strained. Held you until you calmed, going boneless atop him. Held you even after you had fallen quiet, soaking in the soft quiet, listening to your shaky breaths slowly even out and slow to a gentle rhythm.
He only loosened his hold when you eventually shifted to look at him, chin resting on his chest, and tears still dampening your cheeks. He brushed a thumb under your eye, swiping away the salty wetness clinging to your skin. He presses a kiss to your forehead, knowing better than to ask if you're okay. Instead, he gently brushes his hand over your hair, softly urging you to put your head down and relax again.
A soft flutter of affection blooms in your chest at his actions. He understands you better than anyone has before, doesn’t push or ask what made you feel this way. That can come later. Now? Right now, John’s only focus is calming you down and getting you comfortable.
You let out a sigh, deflating on top of him, turning your head to press your cheek against his chest. The heavy thump thump thump of his heartbeat, slow and heavy against your ear, grounding you. He gives you a soft squeeze, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. He keeps you for a long moment before relaxing his hold, a hand gently snaking up your back. His rough fingertips trail over your shoulders and upper back before settling against the base of your neck, thumb swiping slow arcs along the edge of your hairline.
He hums softly, a low and deep sound. A soft and melodic tune he knows you enjoy.
He smiles down at you. He hates when the world pushes you until you feel like this, but he feels like the happiest man alive that he’s the one you come to. He’s the one that can make you feel better when everything has gone to shit. It warms his heart that the love of his life is able to find safety and comfort in his arms. No matter how bad the day or how hard you crashed, he would be there for you. You are his, and he is yours.
Always and forever.
Ah sorry I forgot the taglist 😭
@pythonmoth @hattiefunny @daydreamerwoah @bi-sk8er @sweetheart4you @shinebright2000 @nxns3sne @microwaved-breastmilk @tessakate @one-really-annoying-tree-rat
Burnout, cuddles, and Price
Pair: Price x Reader
Warnings: burnout (ofc),
An: I'm just crazy burnt out and going through a bitch of a depressive episode. I wrote this for myself because I'm trying my best not to cry at any given moment.
Wc: 800+
Your forehead bumped against his sternum, his hand heavy and secure on the back of your head. He let you stay there, nose pressing into the slope of his muscled chest, breathing in the smell of salt and burnt tobacco that always seemed to cling to him. It was a soothing smell. Warm and rich, rough in the way that soothed out the sharp and broken edges of your thoughts, familiar. It was a balm on your rushing mind and shot nerves, a release for the muscles that had been tensed for far too long. He let you sink into his heat, at peace after what felt like an eternity. He pulls you with him, slowly backing up to the couch in his office, sinking down with you held safely in his arms.
You keep your head stuck tight against his chest, eyes closed against the soft light in his office. Body stiff, limbs heavy, exhaustion weighing so heavily on your shoulders that even thinking about moving seems impossible. Price knows, he always does. His free hand guides your body for you, warm palms molding you to a comfortable position, pulling you to rest on top of him.
He speaks soft and low, murmuring sweet things into the top of your head, words separated by gentle kisses. He doesn’t expect a response, knows words are too hard for you right now. His hands shift to rub your back, slow and loving sweeps up and down the planes of your back. His fingers drag over the fabric of your shirt, over and over in a rhythm that has your anxious heartbeat calming.He doesn’t know what made today so hard for you, but seeing that look in your eyes — the one that screamed that you were one minor mistake from breaking down — had him whisking you away to the safe quiet of his office.
The hitch in your breath had him pausing, hands slowing to rest on your lower back. He understood that sometimes you needed to cry. Knew that it helped you to let out some of the bottled-up tension in your mind. He hated it when your eyes were all puffy and glossy tears clung to your eyelashes and framed your tired eyes, but he was always there for you when you needed it.
Your fingers caught on the fabric of his shirt, holding on like it was a lifeline in a dark sea as the first sob tore through you. It was muffled and broken, so full of hurt. Price pulled you tighter against him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He held you through it. Held you while you trembled and sobbed, salty tears wetting the front of his shirt. Held you when your voice became hoarse and strained. Held you until you calmed, going boneless atop him. Held you even after you had fallen quiet, soaking in the soft quiet, listening to your shaky breaths slowly even out and slow to a gentle rhythm.
He only loosened his hold when you eventually shifted to look at him, chin resting on his chest, and tears still dampening your cheeks. He brushed a thumb under your eye, swiping away the salty wetness clinging to your skin. He presses a kiss to your forehead, knowing better than to ask if you're okay. Instead, he gently brushes his hand over your hair, softly urging you to put your head down and relax again.
A soft flutter of affection blooms in your chest at his actions. He understands you better than anyone has before, doesn’t push or ask what made you feel this way. That can come later. Now? Right now, John’s only focus is calming you down and getting you comfortable.
You let out a sigh, deflating on top of him, turning your head to press your cheek against his chest. The heavy thump thump thump of his heartbeat, slow and heavy against your ear, grounding you. He gives you a soft squeeze, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. He keeps you for a long moment before relaxing his hold, a hand gently snaking up your back. His rough fingertips trail over your shoulders and upper back before settling against the base of your neck, thumb swiping slow arcs along the edge of your hairline.
He hums softly, a low and deep sound. A soft and melodic tune he knows you enjoy.
He smiles down at you. He hates when the world pushes you until you feel like this, but he feels like the happiest man alive that he’s the one you come to. He’s the one that can make you feel better when everything has gone to shit. It warms his heart that the love of his life is able to find safety and comfort in his arms. No matter how bad the day or how hard you crashed, he would be there for you. You are his, and he is yours.
Always and forever.
WIP Wednesday (#12)
Have a little short Price piece that I worked on when I was feeling up to it! Editing and should be getting it up tonight 💜
Lil cw for burnout and depression stuff below!
I’ve been going through a pretty rough depressive episode recently and having to redo a big part of Stalkers Tango really frustrated me and it’s been slow work. I’ve been feeling better recently but Ive picked up another job and I’m not sure how it’ll affect my writing schedule. I’ve been working about a paragraph or 100 words a day but it’s hard to produce work I’m happy with. I’m struggling to finish the edited ending but I’m hoping to get it done soon. As the weather gets nicer I’ve been feeling a bit better, fingers crossed this episode will subside quickly <3
Woke up at 2 AM to write this question down.
Does Johnathan Price sing?
Yes
No
This is very important guys, I need to know.
And follow up…
Does he sing well?
Yes, he has a nice voice
No, it’s bad
He doesn’t sing
