I'm an autistic college student who likes to write, draw, and crochet in my free time. I write on here and on an account on wattpad called LilMouseWrites. if you like cute crochet projects, silly stories, and random ramblings about whatever is on my brain this month, you're in the right place.
I mostly post about whatever is running around my brain at any given moment; but it is mostly cats, crochet stuff, Stardew Valley, Fields of Mistria, Undertale, Deltarune, Undertale Yellow, Hazbin Hotel, Honkai Star Rail, and Genshin Impact.
I write Genshin stuff on Wattpad under the name LilMouseWrites, so feel free to check that out if your bored. I add some stuff on here too.
My writing is mostly fluff, some angst, and some NSFW. Everything will be labeled before hand so you don't get jumpscared. Happy reading!
Update: upload schedule is a little wonky due to school. I will keep writing, but there will be some time in between uploads for the moment.
And he debuts next week, I need to think of something fluffy and/or angsty for our man.
Anyone got an suggestions? I've been fighting a crochet pattern for the last few hours and if I touch that project again it's getting thrown against a wall.
This is a friendly reminder that if you have pets, for the love of God, keep your doors shut and locked at all times! (And a small update as to why a story might take me a bit rn)
We had the door open for two seconds to bring in some stuff, and in those two seconds my cat decided too book it out the door. It took three hours for us to find him, and even then we needed tuna traps and catnip to lure him out of his hiding spot. He decided that canned tuna was easier to hunt than catnip.
I'm getting him a collar soon, and a tracker if I can afford it, but holy crap it was terrifying. Especially since we found the coyote den while we were looking. I'd rather deal with the ominous chanting by my window again than the coyotes.
He's safe now. It's been a few days since then and I think the coyotes scared him because he won't even go near the front door anymore.
Also, coyotes can live anywhere. Even in suburbs or mountains. They're versatile, and if you suspect there's some anywhere near where you live, don't go near them. Hire someone trained to peacefully and safely remove them and their pups so they can be taken somewhere they can live without endangering you or your pets.
Stay safe, holy shit I need a nap.
New stories will be uploaded soon after the poll, happy reading everyone!
So, I can't decide who to write for next, so I'm gonna do what all creative people do when they can't make a decision
who should we write for next?
wanderer🩵
lohen🔪
rerir🥀
pantalone💰
neuvillette 💙
Voting ended onJun 2
This will either be fluff, angst, or a bit of both. If we have a tie, then we will either do another poll to break it or I will write both. If anyone has specific suggestions, I'm all ears!
I've picked these five because I've got them on the brain this week.
One of the fun parts of living in the mountains is never knowing what you'll see in your day to day life!
Could see a rainbow, or a new frog! You could find a mushroom circle by your porch, you could hear ominous chanting at 3am by your window or hear a coyote screaming while bringing in groceries.
...totally unrelated, but does anyone know how to scare off a coyote?
Pantalone is the kinda man who enjoys big romantic gestures, not just receiving, but also giving.
After all, what else is a man to do with so much money but to spend it?
Essentially, how does this simp spoil his partner?
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The planning, preparing, and of course signing of the checks to put the plan into motion are aome of the highlights of his day. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that, with a swipe of his hand -and credit cards- he can make your wildest dreams come true!
Bookstore trip? He bought the damm store. Go nuts!
Mall spending spree? His fatui grunts will be carrying your bags back to your home. They're very confused, but receive a hefty bonus to keep quiet and let you have fun.
Date night? You'll be spending the weekend in Fontaine. Visiting the opera house and dining at the best restaurants.
Holidays? Booked months in advance! He has plans for Christmas in the countryside, assuming he can complete his work on time.
Nothing is too much when it comes to you, you're his precious gem! Just hit 'add to cart' and let him handle the rest!
He even remembers the little things you stare at for a bit too long, a necklace or an outfit you want but can't bring yourself to ask for? He makes a mental note, and returns back to your outings. Pantalone gets so little time off from work, he simply must make the most of it!
He does have a little habit of buying you jewlery and assceories only in purple and black. His signature colors. His little way of reminding his coworkers that you are taken and well cared for.
Pantalone believes in investing well, both with his time and money, but especially when it comes to his partner. He remembers every little detail about you, ensuring that not a second of your time together is wasted. He is a busy man with not much free time, so won't you let him spoil you just a bit to make up for it?
When you two are fighting and decide to take some time to cool off, he leaves little snacks and trinkets by your office so you know he's not that angry. ( most certainly not because he's trying to get you to come see him. Totally not that.)
But...if you wanted to stop by and see your busy partner and end the silent treatment eating away at him...he ain't gonna stop you.
In return, he really just wants a quiet home to return to after a long day dealing with unruly grunts and whatever spending spree tartaglia is on this week. A nice warm meal and someone to lean on as the snow falls outside.
Lohen, the vice captain of the fifth company, Mondstadts 'Resident Lunatic,' and the 'Terror of all Ruin Guardians,' has a secret.
He fucking adores rabbits.
Big ones, little ones, ones with small ears and ones with floppy ears; if it's a rabbit, he will stop at nothing to pet it. Cats are nice, and so are dogs, but there's just something about a bunny he can't help but adore.
Which makes it all the more hilarious when he decided to introduce you to his 'most ferocious allies.'
"Okay, okay, now...try not to freak out, they can smell fear~" lohen chuckled lowly as he led you through his darkened office, feeling helplessly for the long forgotten lightswitch.
"Alright, just let me turn on the light- ack!" You stumble as a table oh so rudly struck you for existing within the shared space.
"Whoops! Sorry, my love!" Lohen finally released his grip on your hand to switch on the lights, at last illuminating the room, "over here, they're waiting for us!"
You rub the back of your leg, shooting a spiteful glance at that infernal table. Thank goodness lohen kept his weapons in storage instead of carelessly laying about, or this trip would've ended in a hospital visit.
Then again, it still might.
Lohen had not been very...descriptive when it came to these 'mysterious allies' of his. The excitable man simply said they were his 'greatest and fluffiest soldiers under his command,' as if that was enough to explain why he stole you away from an important meeting with the other captains.
To say you were curious was understandable. To say you were afraid was an understatement.
Lohen ran to the small cage on his desk, which was occasionally thumping about as whatever was inside jostle the crate with its rapid movements.
"And now, I present to you the most fearsome of beasts in Mondstadt...VIOLA!"
Lohen yanked the cloth off the cage with a flourish, revealing much to your excitement- and ease- two big, fluffy rabbits. One with black spots and another covered in thick, ebony fluff.
"Meet Doomfanger and Soul Stealer!" Lohen grinned as he let the two fluff balls out of their cage. Doomfanger scratched at his spots, while Soul Stealer cautiously hopped closer toward you.
You couldnt stop yourself once brought face to face with the 'fluffy menaces' especially as Doomfanger ran up along lohens arms. "Oh my archons, they're so cute!"
Soul Snatcher rested his head in your palm as you scratched behind his ears, it seemed he was more sociable than his brother.
"I know, can you believe I found them in the cellars. Destroyed our cabbages, but I didn't like those anyways." Lohen let Doomfanger climb up on his head, allowing the gentle beast to rest on his perch.
"You are the cutest fluff ball I've ever seen, how are you real!?" The cuteness aggression was overtaking your senses, though, it seemed Soul Snatcher was already used to this treatment.
He was lohens pet after all.
You followed the bunnies to the floor, watching Doomfanger overtake Soul Snatcher in combat, while one was far fluffier, one was far stronger than the other.
Lohen picked up Doomfanger and set the bunny on the floor, Soul Snatcher quickly joined as the two began to wrestle. " trained them with some of the gaurd dogs, now they're the perfect gaurds! As long as they get their treats!"
"Why do you have to keep them locked in here? I've literally never seen these two before. They're so precious!"
"Well, I didn't think you'd like them. So I didn't wanna show them to you until I knew you could handle them, And they wouldn't bite you. So, i put one of your sweaters into their crate so theyd get used to your smell. Soul Snatcher took to you quickest! And as for the cage...."
Heavy footsteps rang through the long halls as a familiar, exhausted, voice echoed after the clanking of metal. Unconsciously, you stood at attention for the Grandmaster.
"Lohen for the last time you can't keep running out of meetings just for 'a quick missi-'
Varka stood frozen in the doorway, as he watched Doomfanger sniff the air, as if checking for nearby prey. Soul Snatcher began to thump his legs against the floor aggressively, they Had indeed found something interesting.
Lohen snickered as the bunnies prepared to pounce on their prey, snickered as Varka let the papers he was holding fall onto the ground.
"Last time I let them wander, they turned Varka into a chew toy~"
Lohen pointed a finger towards the Grandmaster, finally granting a command to his menacing soldiers. "Go my children, KILL!"
Varka took a step back from the door, never letting his gaze escape the rabbits. With each step he took back, the rabbits took one forward. While Doomfanger had sharper teeth, Soul Snatcher was the quicker runner.
"Nice B-bunnies, good bunnies...lohen call them off or I'm docking your pay."
The rabbits lunged forward, chasing after the frightened Grandmaster down the hall. The sounds of their little footsteps drowned out by the rapid clanking of metal.
"No, NOT AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN!"
Lohen ran after the two bunnies, laughing joyfully while leaving you the choice to follow or to find him during his future punishment in Solitary once the Grandmaster remembered he was far larger and stronger than those 'killer bunnies.'
Random headcanon because I've recently become aware of some things.
Nahida wanted Wanderer to practice governing over sumeru in the unlikely event she is incapacitated or the new scholars decide to 'reenact history.' So, she got him a copy of the Sims, believing he will grow to love them and want to make them happy. Just as she loves and wishes to make all of sumeru happy.
Nahida is now aware that sims can be killed by crushed vending machines; meteor showers, and Murphy beds. Among other things.
RIP to the dottore sims in the freshly renovated parking lot/grave yard.
Huge win for the Durin, Nahida, Wanderer, Niwa, and your own sim; as this happy little family live in a nice mansion on the hill.
Boothill has, on more than one occasion, broken or pretended to have broken a piece of his body just to have an excuse to see you: his favorite mechanic.
Of course, that's not to say he hasn't ever had an actual accident that required immediate attention. Who could forget the days you spent searching for his leg after an IPC agent took 'fight to the death' a little too literally.
He'll show up randomly- but if you're lucky, he'll call about five minutes before he arrives- and request 'immediate assistance' for his 'debilitating injuries.'
"Oh, I don't think I'm gonna make it, doc. You gotta save me!"
"Booty, you snapped off a ball joint in your finger."
He fell back onto the wobbly chair he has unofficialy dubbed his throne, that dramatic, playful tone filling whatever space his cooling fans couldn't drown out. "It's my trigger finger, doll! That's the most important one! I can't work if I can't shoot!" He cries as if he isn't ambidextrous.
Gently, you take his hand and begin replacing the broken pieces of his finger. Peering down at the broken metal for any left over pieces that could clog up another joint. It was almost a clean break, save for a few sharp shards threatening to tear through your gloves.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll have to order something stronger this time. Something that can withstand...aeons, what was it this time?"
Shoot. Boothill didn't think you'd ask so quickly. For all his planning, he simply couldn't think of a good enough reason for why this little ...accident took place. He's better than this, he should've come prepared!
'A fight with the IPC? Or a bar brawl gone wrong? Or- oh wait, they did get a hair cut. It looks lovely- FOR FORKS SAKE, THINK OF SOMETHING!'
Finally, his eyes land on an old timy cartoon poster hanging up across the room, like a beacon of hope in this completely avoidable endeavor.
"A...uh, troupe sweet gorilla..?" He says with far less confidence than he would've liked.
You can't stop the laugh fast enough, that professional mask falling to pieces the way only Boothill could cause as the thought of the mechanical cowboy wrestling a mechanical gorilla floats about your head.
Boothill wishes he kept his mouth shut, 'should've gone with a flipping IPC agent...'
"Ah, yes, the fierce troupe sweet gorilla. Known for its hot temperament and never ending supply of ice cold fizzy drinks...a truly terrible beast. However did you survive such an encounter?"
Oh for forks sake you'll never let him live this one down.
"Well, sugar, it went a little like this-"
Oh, but boothill would let you tease him for it a thousand times over it it meant he could hear your sweet laugh all forking day long.
Lohen feels like the kinda boyfriend who wakes you up in the middle of the night to ask you random questions. You having lovingly dubbed it his 'zooming hours.'
Such as an example being if you would keep him if he got turned into a zombie during the apocalypse. An innocent question, but not a question for 3:00am.
You say yes, you will protect him and find him people to eat. You humour the vice captain, only then to be reprimand by said vice captain for being stupid when you said 'yes.'
"What did you want me to say, that I'd shoot you with an arrow? Impale you on your lance?"
"Fucking YES, dear. For archons sake you can't be this stupid! Aim for the head and don't think twice, what if I bite you and you become a zombie too!"
He thinks for a moment, you can see the horrid little gears in his brain turning. The disappointing scowl morphs into a gleeful, yet slightly scary, smile.
"But that would be soooooooo romantic! if you let me bite you, then we'd be eternally zombies and we could go on zombie dates!"
You stare at him, exhausted and unable to follow his hoola-hooping logic of this 'eternal zombie love.' He rambles about where you two would hunt and who would be first, Godwin obviously.
"We're not discussing this right now, we have a meeting with Jean in the morning-"
He's ignoring you, purposefully or not, neither you nor he knows. "We'd definetly eat Jean first, she's smart she'll taste better than the others-"
I've got a virtual copy of pokemon crystal on there, the minute that thing is charged, I'm gonna explore the save. I'm pretty sure I just got celebi and got to Kanto, I might update on it, we'll wait and see.
