Ao3 Turns 15 Today

some days you cannot help but pity some people

Pink Calcite from chenzhou prefecture Hunan province China

Photo: Future Mineral

Darling, Darling... Dead? - GAME KEYS GIVEAWAY 🤩

To celebrate the (soon-to-be) release of the full game of "Darling, Darling... Dead?", we're giving away 5 keys (Itch.io or Steam)! To participate in the giveaway, like or reblog the post, and on Friday, November 29, 2024, we'll pick 5 random blogs from the list. Good luck! If you are the winner, please have your Ask box or DMs open and respond to us within 48 hours. If you don't, we'll have to pick a new winner. Play the demo on Itch.io [here]!

Wishlist on Steam [here]!

kiss kiss fall in love 💘

b-b-b-blow him up

obsessed with the club babying tamaki and singing a song about lesbians after his zuka club culture shock

I'm thinking of two Yandere Cat Demi-Humans who are super pampered and spoiled, but they like to bully the stray that frequents their alleyway.

You're just so cute and scruffy. They like seeing how your ears flatten and how you hiss at the two of them. They just take all your anger with shit eating grins despite it all.

Despite the fact you probably have fleas, and you eat their trash to survive, they still can concede to the fact that they'd probably prefer you inside with them. It's dangerous out there, and how are they supposed to make fun of you if you end up caught in some demi-human shelter or killed?

You might not deserve to wear the diamond collars that they wear, but you'll certainly look better with some high quality leather and a little bell.

And when you're locked up inside with them, unable to leave their strong arms while being pinned between them, they can think of new, exciting ways to make you miserable.

The Star Guardian’s had enough of your shit ⭐️. Pretty Pretty Please I Don’t Want to be a Magical Girl has been the inspiration I needed!

"V. What is that."

"Hm?" Your partner grumbles, eyes never leaving their monitor as you point repeatedly at their bed. "What's what?"

"That. That right there on your bed. On your pillow."

The rapid clicking of their keyboard falls silent. "Oh. The plushie? Yeah, I bought that for you. No big deal.

"No big- Dude. That isn't just a plushie. It's the plushie. The one I told you I had since I was a baby. The one I lost when I was a kid. The one I literally showed you five days ago and haven't been able to find for years that wasn't an arm and a leg.

"Well... That's what having filthy rich parents gets you. I expect mandatory cuddles whenever, and wherever I want along with zero questions about white stains on your clothing for at least a month. You're welcome."