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I just got back tumblr and i was looking at the vlogs I followed from like 3-7 years ago and i found yours and its amazing that youre still active omfg your writing was one of my favorites ever and ikd i just felt the need to write this i hope youre doing well 😭😭😭💕

Thank you so much! ^^ I've been doing good. I appreciate this a lot 😊

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HII REMEMBER MEEEEE

i'm on a mewgenics kick right now so ,, could i PRETTY PLEASE get butch who has a crush on a reader who gets hurt either by their cats or just general clumsiness ?

bonus points if the reader has a really bad habit of taking in every cat they see ,, which is kinda why they get scratched up :3

it can be headcanons or a oneshot ,, i don't mind !! i just need butch content GRAHHH

I've been on the Mewgenics kick since March, there's no hope for me </3 /j

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Everyone in Boon County's heard of that new person who lived in the house on the hill, who takes in any and all stray cats they could possibly find.

Well despite your intentions being nothing but good, you don't quite understand that not every single cat needs your help, and many have expressed that through the scratches and bites they've inflicted on you.

If they aren't the ones injuring you, then it's your own clumsiness in your pursuit of them that gets you hurt most times.

After Dr. Beanies, Butch was the first resident you got to know, and the one who helped you train your cats to become fighters.

He's observed many battles from the shadows, watching you lead and command with all the confidence of a drill instructor. You would've been a perfect apprentice...

If not for your bad habit of sticking a bit too close to the battlefield and winding up in the crossfire.

Usually that's because you wanna help the cats that are trying to beat up your own. Like the Tom Tom or Mangy (who gave you a mysterious sickness after you tried to pick up one).

He finds your attempts to "save" every cat utterly stupid.....yet also quite endearing in a way that he can't help but be intrigued.

No matter what's been thrown at you, you've never stopped once to lick your wounds, simply pushing onwards and helping your cats make it back home safe.

Maybe something in the Lab juiced up your pain tolerance, or perhaps being revived had you convinced you were invincible...you couldn't quite remember.

But regardless, this ruffian admires your toughness (and lowkey wishes he was just as tough).

Yet he can also tell when the pain eventually catches up to you, especially when you visit his hideout and he gets to see your injuries up-close. He's got no shame in calling you an idiot for neglecting to take care of yourself.

How else could you keep training and sending him cats if you're not in good shape????

He shows you how to patch up your wounds, using rolls of gauze and antiseptic he stole from the local pharmacy. Sometimes he'll even heal you up himself without you ever having to ask.

He'll complain about playing "nurse" to you the whole time, scold you for being a klutz, ask if you're some kind of masochist, and/or laugh if you tell him how you got so beat-up.

Yet for a guy who claims not to give a frick about whether you live or die in your very first meeting with him....he sure seems to care a lot, not willing to leave any injury unattended. And he doesn't want anything in return. No cats. No weapons. Not even money.

He just wants you to stop acting stupid which is never a guarantee.

But the truth is that he likes having you around, because so far you're the only person in his life who seemingly wants to be around him, accepting his help and advice despite his criminal status.

Plus, you both see eye-to-eye on the notion of having strong cats (although you like training yours through positive reinforcement and for defense as opposed to Butch's harsher methods).

His cats can also tell he has a crush on you, given how he can't stop talking about you and even cracks a smile when he remembers a funny joke you made.

But he'll snap out of his trance and snap at them to get back to training if he starts thinking about it for too long.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ooooh actually lemme expand on your tale there in turn.

Alice was the first to realise the house on the hill was an accomplice, after realising a lot of beanies new stock remembers the same specific building. Probably during act 1 at that. She figures chan hung is the best cat to inform, given his... lack of eccentricities. Which results one the class collars are figured out gets the monk one hidden.

After those two, comes Draven, despite Alice intending to inform him relatively soon, he's got a vague idea from a birdie seeing four cats visit the crater. Meanwhile Franklin and Chan are preparing to try deal with Beanies.

Franklin recognises the threat the house's cats pose the moment act 3 starts, figuring they're from Beanies. Being informed otherwise, and understanding they're likely after the time machine.

Those four are gonna give their all to stop your cats reaching it. Either by paws, robots, mental magic, or a fuckload of squirrels.

Oooh yeah I could definitely see Alice have premonitions very early on, especially one with the lab's destruction in Act 3 (that gets ignored by Dr. Beanies bc he's just stupid like that).

Draven's crows and squirrels being his eyes and ears outside of the lab is some good food for thought, but until they report back to him, it'll be a while before he fully connects the dots, with Alice to confirming his suspicions eventually.

Speaking of Franklin and the time machine, consider this: he's been fixated on it, long before even getting his brain put into the jar. It was always in-view from where his cage hung, and every day he ponders how he could mess with it...hoping to get it working again so he could go back in time to save himself and his friends from getting captured in the first place.

So it adds insult to injury when he discovers it active amid the lab's ruins, humming and brimming with electricity, the Throbbing King's beating heart as its primary power source. He pretty much crashes out bc "how did those meager, idiotic fleabags figure it out before I could?? I'M supposed to be the genius!!!!!"

He thinks they sabotaged it bc why would it mutate their bodies after every use? That wasn't right. That never would've happened if HE was the one who fixed it!

So he defends it alongside the others, refusing to use a machine repaired by somebody other than himself. In his eyes, it's still broken and useless, and he'd be more than happy to fix it if only those intellectually inferior cats stopped coming...

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi, so sorry to bother you and I hope I’m not bothering you, but may I ask when are you going to write for the reaper nurses? And if you aren’t going to then my apologies for asking also I hope you have a wonderful summer and I hope you have a wonderful self-care day and I just wanna say I love your writing.

At the moment I'm not. If Dark Deception ever releases chapter 5 it might reignite my interest. But until then no.

Thank you for the sweet message though, you have a great summer too!

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I remember being 13 and reading through your headcanons, it’s great to know you’re still here!! It’s really nostalgic for me since you’re how I first found out about reader inserts! :D (I’m 21 now, thanks for being more consistent than my dad lol)

Aw that makes me happy to hear! ^^

I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm not sure if this counts as a request or just headcanon so take it at your leisure but. I tend to imagine of the lab minibosses, Alice is the leader of them. and quite frankly I feel she only really fights because she realises the connection between that house on the hill and beanies research.

I figure if she encountered a normal cat she'd more be trying to get them the HELL out of the lab for their sake.

Oooh this is an interesting take. I imagine she's able to look into the minds of the cats sent to the lab and discover that they all come from the same house, maybe even seeing into their memories and the moments they "evolve" aka mutate.

To her, the person sending these cats and Dr. Beanies are no different whatsoever and must be stopped

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AH I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY ASK -- act 1 butch please !! i haven't gotten very far in mewgenics <3 THANK YOUUUU

I got you don't worry 👍

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Mewgenics request: Reader that wants to help the mini bosses. Like take care of them and give them a nice home and whatnot. Can either include the house bosses too if you want

I've gotten a handful of requests about the cat minibosses so I gotchu! (gotta make it clear this is all platonic. Just Reader taking care of a bunch of superpowered cats from each Act of the game).

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Alley Cats (Magnus, Lucy, Fenrir, Maisie)

I like the headcanons that Butch personally trained them so I'm rolling with that.

This group has never known the meaning of an "easy life". If they aren't trying to kill to survive, they're constantly on their guard 24/7.

But when you ran into Maisie and saw she was just a tired and old soul trying to help her kittens, you realized you couldn't stand for this cruelty.

It took a lot to gain her trust, but eventually she let you take her to your home: a safe place where there's always food, air conditioning, comfortable bedding, and of course..baths for her and her kittens (as much as they whined, they were stinky babies who needed them badly).

Rounding up the next one, to nobody's surprise, took a bit more time and an ungodly amount of patience.

Magnus liked to fight. A lot. Even when you try showing him you just wanted to help. He scratched at your arms and legs, smashed any traps you've set, etc. etc. He just wasn't having it.

You only succeeded at cat-napping him after he ran into a wall and knocked himself out.

Coincidentally, Lucy and Fenrir have been watching your attempts to catch him, assessing how much they could trust you.

Maisie snuck out of your house to meet them, assuring the two that you were true to your word and have kept her and all her kittens safe.

They just exchange one glance and approached you as you're trying to shove Magnus into a refined cat carrier, expressing their desires to go with you.

A day or so after that, their fur is clean and you allow them to exercise their abilities in relative safety.

But obviously you didn't want Lucy accidentally starting fires in your house, so you bought a water feeder to keep that element dampened.

She's capable of controlling her powers easily, although she's more than willing to give Magnus a little jolt of electricity every now and then if he tries to pick another fight with you (or any other cat you may happen to own).

Fenrir mostly keeps to themselves, hiding underneath your couch and/or bed, crafting bear traps to defend your home's perimeter.

It's become a place they could trust, and as such it must be well-fortified.

Although it's not the most welcoming sight when you're trying to come home from work and see dozens of traps outside.

Magnus was the last to warm up to you, acting like his usual "big and bad"-self, scratching up your furniture and trying to intimidate Maisie's kittens (in his eyes, he's helping them "toughen up").

Something tells you that Butch was extremely harsh on him during training, and while you'd like to give him a few bruises yourself..you had a cat to rehabilitate first.

And you succeeded by basically showing the fighter respect, rewarding him for good behavior, buying a few training dummies for the backyard, and giving the chain he wears a good polish.

He still acts like a little asshole, but now he has respect for you too, even allowing you to clean the dirt and blood from his claws.

Sometimes he'll curl up on the couch next to you, although he didn't want you to pet him....not yet at least.

The other alley cats think he's growing soft and find it sweet...but he'll deny it until the day he dies.

Desert Cats (Morana, Marshmallow, Dack, Gein)

The desert was sweltering, brutal, unforgiving...and it was survival of the fittest. Much like the alley.

So when you ran into this diverse group of cats, you didn't know what to expect.

Gein and Morana looked scary, giving you stares that screamed "get the hell out of our sight or you're in for a world of hurt".

But Marshmallow actually welcomed your presence, urging them to calm down, understanding that you're here to help them.

How she could've known your good intentions was beyond you (but then again, it may simply be the nature of clerics, who tend to see good in everyone).

Surprisingly, they were all willing to go with you and leave the desert at the same time, clearly not wanting to be separated. But they also had their own reasons, too.

You mentioned food to Gein once, and that's all the convincing he needed.

Morana wanted a dark and quiet place to practice her magic, and you conveniently had a basement for exactly that purpose.

Dack owed a massive debt to Zodiac AND Gambit after cheating at a poker game, so.....any chance to escape with his shillings is one he's eager to take.

They've settled into your house quite nicely. It's shaded, water is always guaranteed, and they don't have to worry about poisonous snakes or cactus people sneaking up on them.

The only headaches come when you're reprimanding Gein for eating you out of house and home, Morana for trying to summon something evil, or Dack for snatching coins out of your savings just because he wants to.

Even Marshmallow, who you thought would be on your side and help them fall in line with your rules, would simply meditate in blissful ignorance.

She was just there for the vibes.

But in the end, they're just grateful that you've been so generous and kind to this little ragtag group. So they don't cause you too much trouble or property damages.

Lab Cats (Chan Hung, Alice, Draven, Franklin)

Oh..these poor, poor kitties.

After discovering the true horrors of Dr. Beanies' lab during your first visit, you found the group and took it upon yourself to rescue them.

You took pity on the half-humans and countless Stacy clones, but they were far too aggressive and failed to understand your desires to help.

Fortunately, the cats you stumbled upon were capable of being reasoned with.

Chan Hung was most suspicious of you and your intentions--and rightfully so, as the only humans he's seen were either that crazy bastard or his experiments who've lost their humanity long ago.

He'd dodge every attempt you made at catching him, wanting to "test" how far you'd go before giving up.

But...you never did, and after Alice communicated this fact to him, he stopped fighting and decided to put his trust in you.

Franklin and Draven took very little convincing. As long as the tinkerer got to tinker with his inventions and the druid got to take care of his crows in safety...that's all they cared about tbh.

So now you have this group of tortured lab-bred misfits getting used to the feeling of a warm house with comfortable bedding...and not being woken up at ungodly hours because Dr. Beanies felt bored and had a new syringe to stick in them.

Obviously, taking care of them all didn't come without its challenges.

You had to scold Draven NUMEROUS times to stop letting his crows and squirrels rummage through your food supply.

But the mf can be a slinky one whenever he goes into his squirrel form and wriggles out of your grasp constantly.

Often times you'll wonder where Franklin is.....until you hear some maniacal meowing that sound like laughter coming from your backyard, where you'd find him adding something new to his mech suit.

"No. Stop. How ever you assembled that, I'd like you to disassemble it now please."

"Mreoow??"

"I shouldn't have to explain why attaching a nuke to your mech's holster is a good idea."

Despite their varying personalities, the one thing they all share is how quickly they ended up confiding in you, being a person they could trust when memories/nightmares of the lab come back to surface.

Sometimes it's Alice having a terrible premonition that you got killed and she jumps onto your lap, wanting you to reassure her you'll try to avoid that fate.

Other times it's Chan Hung jolting awake from his nap, panicked and frightened by the things he's seen in those cages....until he feels your gentle hands petting his fur.

No matter what time, day or night, you'll always be there to comfort these kitties, giving them the love they were deprived of for so long.