#…​am i orange-cat coded…

[sunlightfeeling]

psst

i had made a couple extras and could have been mean and snuck them into the compilation

but i didn’t because i luv all of you

anyway i kinda forgot they existed and it would a pity to let them go to waste soo~

to be honest tho…the first gif is probably one…soz~ 🤭 lmao

…this might also be one…

yeah yeah yeah i know the drill…

🏃🏻‍♀️✨✨✨🚓💨

The Many Facial Expressions of Kimura Takuya

Src ~ BUSAIKU!? 2014.7.27

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI!!!!!!! your sugu + bunny posts got me inspired and now i return with an orange 🍊 and QUESTIONS!!!!!!!!!

saaauuurrrr, for you and suguru: what is your first pet together? who names it, and is it a serious name or a silly name? also, how many pets do you think you’d have at once? does he let them on the furniture/in bed with you (/do you)?? I LOVE YOU :3

QUINN !!!!!!! thank u my sweetheart i am peeling the orange dutifully and splitting it in half so we can share :3c AND WAHHHHH THIS QUESTION……

ok so . after making that bunny post bunny dad sugu has been invading my brain and i COULD for sure see us having a baby bunny or two <3333 but arisugu is a cat couple first and foremost ……. i think we have like. two at least . or maybe just one that we spoil a lot…… our first is definitely a cute little tuxedo baby because that’s my favorite flavour of cat :333 SUGU LETS ME NAME IT but i am indecisive as hell…… definitely ends up as something silly and cute . or like. a character i like 💀💀 sugu is getting no respite from my weeb ass i’m naming that cat sasuke uchiha

NO BUT !!!! maybe like … ’bunny’….. that’s a cute name for a cat right ……….. idk quinn i’m honestly horrible at coming up with names so maybe i’d let suguru decide after all 😔 EITHER WAY we love and cherish our baby more than anything ……….

OH ANDDDD !!!!! i let the baby do whatever it wants so suguru kinda has to be the stern parent 😭 but he’s bad at it . if the cat starts scratching at our door in the middle of the night it’ll always end with all of us snuggled together… he is a weak man and so am i

[ghostatrandom]

🎉🎉🎉

WAHOO! FAILGIRL LYRA IS SO REAL!!!! we need more cringegirl lyra truthers in the world,,,,,

while people can have their own hcs and stuff and every1 can have their own views on the characters, especially the protagonists as they’re blank slates….., but that being said

im so tired of seeinf her be some basic cishet nice girl…. i personally do not see it at all,,, i think more people should let her be cringe and silly,,,,,,,, she would dab and do shitty beatboxing and shed have a scrunchie collection and would have the nyan cat song set as her phones ringtone and- (is promptly dragged off the stage)

NO CAUSE SHE IS SO SILLY AND PATHETIC ITS INSANE

Not in the wet cat kind of way, but in the way those orange cats get in so many situations because they do not think of the consequences THATS HER RIGHT THERE

[orcelito]

The constant struggle of needing to continue my trimax reread so I can get working on the next ITNL chapter vs the wish to keep playing stardew valley

I started this new game not even a week ago but I'm midway thru the first fall and already married to Sebastian. And so it goes 😂

[sunflowersandsapphires]

A Gentle Touch

Installment 1 of The Catlike Tendencies of Matthew Murdock

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: Matt doesn't know how to ask for physical affection.

warnings: none that I can think of!

a/n: long story short this is inspired by my wife’s orange cat. He loves her but only tolerates me most of the time, unless I’m the only one home when he wants attention. However, he doesn’t really know how to cuddle with me since we don’t do it often so he just awkwardly lurks wherever I am until I invite him closer. It happened earlier and I thought it was hilariously Matt-coded so I wrote this. (It’s set in the Of Oak and Ivy verse because I love them, but you don’t need to read that story for this)

w/c: 2.3k

You were absolutely enthralled in the story Foggy was telling when the noise caught you off guard. A small puff of air, sounding almost like a voiceless sigh. Glancing toward Matt who was the closest to you, one look at his stony expression told you it had come from him. He was clearly irritated, despite his face being blank. You’d known him for long enough that you could tell when something was on his mind. 

Maybe he’d heard this story too many times? You leaned more heavily into his arm, which was parallel to yours. 

Turning your attention back to Foggy, you flinched with a laugh as he gestured wildly when concluding his story, spraying beer at you from his mostly full bottle. 

“Geez, Fog. Reaching your limit already?” Matt smirked, his icy exterior fading away as you giggled beside him. 

“He is, he’s all flushed. This is just like that party at the Beta house sophomore year.” You shook your head, looking at Karen with an exasperated expression. “Have they told you the possum story?” 

Smiling gleefully, Karen shook her head. “The possum story?” 

Both Matt and Foggy groaned, protesting and blushing furiously, but Karen was adamant. And who were you to not indulge her?

“In the fall of our second year at Columbia, Matt and Foggy got absolutely plastered on some disgusting concoction of cheap alcohol and Hawaiian Punch,” You began, rolling your eyes as Foggy gagged across from you. 

“God, even the thought of it—“ The blond mime-retched. 

“Yah the smell of Hawaiian Punch still makes me nauseous.” Matt shuddered next to you. 

Karen stifled a giggle as you continued to illustrate just how inebriated you’d found them when you’d come to pick them up. “I was studying and had sat the party out, but offered to drive them home when Fog called me screaming at someone to chug alcohol. I figured they’d both be in no shape to get home.”

“You were correct.” Foggy nodded. 

“I don’t remember anything from that night, but I assume I was the one chugging.” Matt grimaced, laughing sheepishly. 

“So I drove over to the house, somehow got ahold of Matt and managed to convince him to herd Foggy and himself into my car. When they get there, they’re holding this bundle, right? I figured it was dirty clothes or something. But as we were driving home the clothes start hissing.”

“Oh, NO!” Karen cackled, propping herself up on her elbows as she listened to the story. 

“Oh yes. Naturally, I ask Fog what he’s holding and he says ‘my dog’.” 

“We didn’t have a dog,” Matt clarified, looking incredibly guilty. 

“No you did not.” You squeezed his arm, hoping he could hear in your voice that you had no resentment over the incident. “Foggy unwraps the thing a bit and introduces it as ‘Spot’. But instead of a dog,”

“It’s a possum.” Karen finishes for you, nearly in stitches over her coworkers’ mortified faces. 

“An angry one at that. I have no idea where it came from or how they managed to catch it, but there it was.” You shook your head, still amazed at their ability to wrangle the creature while piss-drunk. 

“What happened to it?” Karen asked, and the men erupted. 

“That’s classified.” Foggy stated firmly, lips pressed together. 

“A story for another time,” Matt rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. 

“Don’t tell me you killed it!” Karen gasped, whirling to look at the out of them sternly. 

“Of course not! No possums were harmed in the making of this story, just mildly inconvenienced.” You assured her. “They’re just clamming up because they can’t remember whose fault it was that it got loose in the science hall.”

Trailing off into a fit of laughter, Karen was quick to follow you as the two men started arguing, pointing fingers. Sitting back and enjoying the show, you shot Karen knowing glances as Matt and Foggy fought, no real heat behind their words. 

You’d had so much fun that night, reliving one of the funniest moments of your college years, that you’d completely forgotten about the aggravated sound. Until about one month after, when you were sitting next to Matt on a bench in the courthouse. 

The case he and Foggy had been working on was tedious and full of metaphorical landmines that threatened to ruin any shot your client had at escaping her abusive husband. The entire firm had been on edge, struggling to keep everything in order. Given your lack of steady employment at the moment, you’d been helping out wherever you could, and had been working this case from day one, right alongside Matt. Which is how you’d ended up beside him rather than Foggy. 

The blond had flown out of town a few days before to attend an extended family reunion, leaving the rest of you to man the fort, so to speak. Usually, that wouldn’t be an issue, but Matt had been increasingly temperamental leading up to the ex parte hearing. His normal reserved demeanor had rapidly been replaced by a moody, antagonistic version of him–driving poor Karen to her wit’s end. 

After Matt had incited a screaming match over a spilled cup of coffee, you’d told her to take her lunch early, giving her a couple hours where she didn’t need to walk on eggshells. The plan seemed to be working so far, Matt responding with less hostility to your persistent support rather than Karen’s eager suggestions for an aggressive approach. Something about this case had rubbed Matt the wrong way. His invisible hackles were standing on end, posture almost bristling as he sat beside you, twisting a white-knuckled fist around his cane. And, though you understood why Karen was pushing for another solution, you agreed with Matt that this needed to be handled quickly and quietly. 

Scowling at the floor, Matt’s joints rolled beneath the delicate skin of his hands. His jaw was clenched, shoulders curled inward, as if he expected the judge to request a fist fight to grant the protection order. Christ, that could not be comfortable.

Carefully, slow enough to not spook him when he was in this state, you slid the pads of your fingers over the back of his hand. Prying his firm grip off the handle of his cane, you cradled his massive, calloused hand in your lap. He visibly relaxed at the touch, twisting to face you as you traced gentle patterns over his skin, careful to avoid the line of freshly healed cuts on his knuckles. Your curiosity would have to wait for now. There was no way he was in the mood to explain those.

A breathy rumble sounded in his throat, akin to a sigh but less obvious. The same noise he’d made all those days ago at Josie’s–the quiet indication that something wasn’t right. 

Bottom lip jutting out in sympathy, you squeezed his fingers with your own. “It’ll be ok, Matty.” 

He swallowed roughly, hazel eyes darting around behind his red lenses. You could practically see the thoughts forming in his mind before he buried them, the stress forcing him back into bad habits. Sweeping your fingers over his wrist, you studied him, satisfaction thrumming in your chest when his breath hitched. “Hey, talk to me, trouble. What are you thinking?”

“It’s not going to go well.” His voice was pitched low, angry, but there was a brief undercurrent of fear within it. 

“We don’t know that.” You chastised lightly, knowing this pessimistic streak was a coping mechanism and not confirmation he’d become a nihilist. 

“I can feel it. Can’t you feel it? It’s like every officer is laughing at us. We’ve already lost.” Watching Matt, the perpetual optimist, crumble at the thought of things not going the way you’d planned nearly broke your heart. 

“Oh trouble, don’t say that.” Threading your fingers with his, you knocked your knees together. “It’ll be ok. Even if the judge doesn’t grant the order today, we won’t stop trying, right?”

“No but she needs legal protection now. Truthfully, she needs an armed guard.” Matt spoke bitterly.

“We can get her temporary protection.” You suggested.

“They’d never grant that for a simple DV case. Besides, those are his coworkers. Do you really trust them to keep her safe from him?” Matt scoffed, raising a brow at you. 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you jabbed your pinky into the flesh of his palm. “I wasn’t suggesting we go to the police, Matthew. You and I both know how little good that would do.”

Deflating as he realized you weren’t being as naive as he suspected, Matt frowned. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Not everyone knows the flaws in the system.” You reassured him. “But I do. To some extent, at least.”

He hummed in agreement, but said nothing. 

“What’s really bothering you?” At your insistent question, Matt’s face flashed with rage, his spine straightening as he tried to pull out of your grasp, but you held fast. “Don’t you dare, trouble. Please, talk to me. It’s eating you away, I can’t sit here and let that happen.” 

Sighing harshly, Matt ran a hand over his face. “I just..this case feels different. I don’t know why. But if we can’t help her…”

“All we can do is try our best.” You reminded him. 

He let out a single humorless laugh. “I suppose that’s true.” 

When you let his hand drop, he made that pitiful, choked noise again. 

“What?” You asked, slightly worried. 

“Nothing. Just tired.” He lied, wrapping his hand back around the handle of his cane.

It was only once you were truly together that you realized what that specific sound was meant to signify. 

Since you’d officially started dating, or rather labeling whatever you two had as a relationship instead of dancing around each other, that stupid noise had cemented itself in your life. It seemed like Matt was making it every damn day and it was driving you up a wall. 

Not because Matt wasn’t entitled to his feelings or to expressing said feelings. But because your brain registered that the sound had a specific meaning, and you could not for the life of you translate it from a mere Matt-ism into a language you actually understood. Every little quirk and charm about Matt inherently made sense to you, they always had. Yet this little growling exhale seemed out of your reach. Not to mention, anytime you tried to ask him what was up, he shut down faster than a computer chip dunked in pool water.

Sitting on his couch as he typed on his laptop, he snarled out that sound, eyes darting towards you and away before you could blink. Brows furrowing, you peered at him over the top edge of your book. A muscle in his cheek twitched, a blaring omen that he was holding himself back from saying something. 

“You ok?” You asked, nose scrunching as Matt brushed off your concern. 

“Yep. Hungry.” He grumbled. 

One word answers. Great start. Really breaking down his walls there, champ. 

“Oh, gotcha. I’ll order something. Have a taste for anything in particular?” Setting your book across your thighs, you opened up a delivery app on your phone. 

“No.” 

“Okay...” You drawled, stifling an eye roll at his grouchiness. “How about that Lebanese place we liked?” 

Receiving nothing but a thumbs up in response, you submit an order before Matt reached another stage of hangriness. 

Once Matt had eaten half of his shawarma, he was more agreeable. Smiling and chuckling sweetly as you read him cheesy snippets of your romance novel. Crawling across the couch until you were seated beside him, you stretched over his lap to snatch a piece of pita bread for your plate of hummus. Matt blew out a breath, tickling your ear as he grunted. Now that you were close, you could hear the shrill, whimpering undertone. Hidden, nearly silent, as if the growl was to compensate for the whine, to conceal it. 

Craning your neck towards him, you planted your free hand on your hip. 

“Alright. Out with it.” 

“Out with what?” Matt gave his best ‘befuddled’ impression, but you saw past his feigned innocence. 

Snorting, you prodded his firm chest. As your finger connected with his solid pec, he whimpered again, this time almost moaning. Something clicked. 

“Matthew Michael Murdock,” You gasped. “You are not making that sound instead of asking to cuddle.” 

Blushing furiously, Matt dipped his head, ashamed–though he made no attempt to deny the allegation.

Laughing incredulously, you tossed your plate aside and settled into Matt’s lap, threading a hand into his hair. “You are a ridiculous man.”

Matt rumbled happily, leaning into the touch until his head landed against your chest. Clutching his face between your palms, you trailed soft touches over his cheeks, around his ears–scratching tenderly down his neck when he practically melted beneath your fingertips.

“You could’ve told me that’s what you wanted, all this time…” Shaking your head, you planted a kiss atop his thick hair. “Why suffer in silence?”

“Didn’t want to force you. It’s been different. Since..everything.” 

Snuggling in close, you maneuvered his chin with two fingers, kissing him deeply. His stubble brushed over your skin roughly, making you smile. “You can always always ask, trouble. No need to be a martyr with me.”

“Sorry,” Matt murmured against your lips, chasing your mouth with a mournful noise as you pulled away. 

“Don’t be sorry. Now come here.” Tugging him on top of you, you laughed brightly as he squirmed over you, finally relaxed when his face was tucked against your neck. “That’s it. Better?” 

“Much better.” He whispered, going limp under your touch as your fingers stroked up his back.

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[lazyevaluationranch]

*pats askbox gently* there are more Thermoreceptors?

(I'm sorry ur dome was so hot; I hope its much cooler now!)

My bluff has been called! Hooray!!

I am not a neurologist, a biologist, or a scientist. If anyone with better credentials than "obsessed with emergent properties" contradicts me, listen to them instead.

Cell membranes include little portal proteins that open under certain circumstances based on the shape of the protein and let chemicals into and out of the cell. These portals are useful for all sorts of things: managing water and nutrients, sending messages to nearby cells, serving the whims of tiny intercellular cats. Science hasn't found the tiny intercellular cats yet, but we all know they're there; the existence of a door that can be opened necessarily implies an indecisive feline.

Some protein shapes open up if the temperature is within a certain range. This means that if a cell with that sort of protein in its membrane experiences a temperature in the right range, it will move some chemicals around. This is used to make nerve cells that send a message towards the brain whenever they experience a certain temperature.

Because evolution does all its best work the night before the deadline while on a Code Red Mountain Dew bender, the opened-by-temperature portal proteins are mostly copied from opened-by-a-specific-chemical portal proteins. All of them, in fact, still open for specific chemicals, which means there exist out in the world liquids you can put in a bottle that most animals will instead perceive as "a temperature between 8 and 26 degrees" So things can get a little weird.

Temperature-opening portal proteins:

TRPA1 Opens for temperatures below 12C (not air temperature, skin or body temperature, so you might be kind of in trouble when this happens). Used by hunting snakes to detect where heat isn't so they can find prey. Feels painful in an itchy sort of way.

This one also opens for allyl isothiocyanate. Many plants have evolved to take advantage of the existence of a chemical most animals perceive as itchy pain, especially horseradish and wasabi. Allyl isothiocyanate is harmful to plants, so they keep two separate components in tiny compartments. When an animal bites the plant, the compartments break open their contents mix to create allyl isothiocyanate.

"This plant tastes like itching" is a good defense against almost all animals, but some humans have taught themselves to appreciate the taste of itching.

TRPM8 Opens for temperatures between 8 and 26 degrees. Opens for menthol (peppermint, spearmint, wintergreen) and linalool (roses, orange blossoms, basil). Feels cool or cold.

"This plant tastes like cold" is a somewhat less effective defense against being eaten than "this plant tastes like itching" but it's a more widespread defense because TRPM8-activating chemicals don't harm plants and don't need elaborate two-part storage.

TRPV4 Opens for temperatures from 27-37 C. I'm not sure what this one feels like, or if even feels like anything, since it covers normal human body temperatures. Whatever feeling we get from this one, we're feeling it nearly all the time.

Plants do make a chemical that tastes like this temperature, and it can repel nonhuman creatures with different body temperatures: allicin, the flavour of garlic. Like allyl isothiocyante, it is stored in two compartments inside the plant, and combined when the plant is bitten.

Maybe this is why vampires abhor garlic. There is a feeling that, as humans, we always have. Something we don't notice, something deeper than touch. That feel disappears forever when you become a vampire, except those unbearable moments when garlic returns to you for a fleeting moment the experience of lost humanity.

TRPV3 Opens for temperatures 33-39 degrees. Opens for eugenol, found in cinnamon, nutmeg, bay leaf, holy basil, ginger, allspice, and cloves. Feels like warmth.

Plants with high quantities of eugenol, like holy basil and Japanese star anise, are sometimes sacred to buddhists because they smell nice and bugs don't like to eat them, so you can burn them as incense without worrying about all the little crawly guys.

Humans apparently think food that tastes like "warm" is comforting.

TRPV1 Opens for temperatures over 43 degrees. (The one I was experiencing in the overheated dome, which I had never felt from air before) Opens for capsaicin, the active chemical in hot peppers. Opens for the combination of temperature and acidity of fevers and infected wounds. This one we feel as pain, as burning, as flame.

TRPV1 says: Your flesh is failing, and your doom is very near.

Humanity says: This is incredible. We are going to breed plants that cause this sensation as much as possible, and we will spend thousands of years getting it right. We are going to dry this and powder this and flake it and grill it and ferment it and eat it with everything.

And when we leave earth and go into space, we take hot peppers with us. Without gravity, fluid builds up in nasal passages, and astronauts sort of have colds the entire time they're in space and can't smell food very well. But the Nearness Of Your Doom is not a smell and is not perceived by the nose, so - with their doom always on the other side of ten centimeters of insulated aluminum - astronauts can taste hot peppers. In 2002, Peggy Whitson, commander of the ISS, jokingly refused to let a replacement crew on board until they handed over the hot sauce.

We are a strange and wonderful species.

[civetfish]

Was gonna wait to post this outside of ko-fi until I posted the corresponding part of my fic BUT since that's on hold for a hot second I might as well do it now!

So much yapping under the cut because I can't help myself lol (Mostly just a stream of consciousness, so its kind of a word salad)

I like to think that colors can change in brightness, mix with others, and appear in certain areas/patterns to give a bit of complexity to the use of colors for communication.

Top left is pretty straightforward- yellow is fear. It's the full body "puffed up cat" kind of fear where it's the ony emotion being processed. A lingering anxiousness would be shown more like a general yellow centered around the chest, while the rest of their body remains the same color. Feelings like a slight nervousness (Like handling a delicate object with big crab-claws, for example) would be shown through a "rippling" wave of yellow overtop of whatever colors are already present, originating from the chest or hands. ((link) this is pretty close to what I imagine (If the link doesn't work, skip to about 2:10) Spooky ocean warning! though if you're seeing this post in the first place I assume you're probably fine with it )

Green is analytical - He does this a few times in-game, and it's what makes the most sense to me. I also like to think it's the reasoning behind a lot of the Architect's... well, architecture. Green is a really predominant color in all of the architect structures / data hubs / machines / etc., so in cultural sense it would make sense for the Architects to be using the color representing their core values. The light blue around his sides is amusement/joy. (I put a little bit of this into my first chapter iirc) This is also based pretty closely to what we see in-game. (I.e. the little wave he does back at Robin, it's silly and playful and I love it sm)

The gray/dull tones (bottom left) are just that- the "muting/dulling" of whatever color it's applied to. The Architect who kind of killed his entire species is a little depressed if you can believe it! A muted blue (indigo, rather than light blue) would be melancholy, and the yellow tint in there is stress/dread. A completely dim gray Architect is basically completely numb, which is distinct from the typical "resting color" that Architects have when not feeling any emotion in particular at a given moment.

Dark blue (Or indigo, bottom right) is sadness. It could also be read as a sense of longing or wistfulnes, or a lot of other nuanced feelings depending on other colors or context clues.

And of course magenta (bottom middle) and that coral-ish color are love, more or less. It's a sense of fondness and deep affection, though Al-an himself is probably under the impression it's more like a loyalty and protectiveness; I don't think he has any real experience with love considering what we know about the network.

The coral color in the center of his chest is something I'll dive into more when I get that chapter out, but I think of it as a flush/heat, like an Architect blush. Orange is added to colors to increase the intensity of the emotion underneath, such as the inclusion with magenta to mean flustered or to red to mean a more heated rage. An embarassed architect would be fully orange, possibly leaning a bit towards pink, red or yellow depending on the specific situation.

For an "emotionless peak of innovation and efficiency" I am determined to shove SO many feelings into this shrimp horse. This stream of word spaghetti will eventually get rewritten into a basic color code.

[fcthots]

here with some Christmas gus ask 💪💪

when jason sets up the Christmas tree he has to place the decorations of the tree high enough, out of gus's reach, because gus always plays with them and knocks the Christmas decorations if they're within close reach

- 🦇

Merry Christmas nonnie!! Gus is the best present

Tim had a minor injury. Very minor. That was why he collapsed on the fire escape of your apartment. Okay, maybe the blood loss wasn't ideal, but hey. He's not dead yet.

Though he thinks he might die out of spite when he sees the large orange ball of fluff staring at him from the window. Gus's screech of a meow does not help the migraine brewing behind his eyes. Though he supposes he should be thankful when said demon screech alerts you to the bleeding bird on your balcony. He watches the shock and worry on your face as you use one hand to tear open the window and the other to hold the still yelling cat away from his desired escape route.

"Tim, what the fuck??? JASON"

He tries to say "it's fine," but to be completely honest, he's not sure he gets the words out. He sees Jason come barrelling down the hallway, eyes checking over your body for injury until he spots Tim still laying in a pile on his fire escape.

"Hey." He is fairly confident that he managed to get his mouth to move this time. Jason does not respond to his greeting in the same kind manor Tim had opened with. Rude.

Jason manages to pick Tim up and deposit him into a chair. He spends time stitching up the knife wound Tim got from what he swears was "just a lucky hit." Tim takes Jason's mother henning in stride while you make him something to eat, insisting that a granola bar doesn't count as dinner. Gus is not happy about Tim's intrusion into his home, watching his every move. Tim assumes the cat thinks it's being subtle, but all 20 pounds of cat do not hide behind the leg of the kitchen table as well as it may think. Especially when it flops over as Jason passes, heading to grab some spare clothes for Tim who "shouldn't grapple home with a stab wound."

Tim huffs and crosses his arms, only slightly wincing as it tugs at his stitches. It's only then that he notices the tree, the tree that only has the top half decorated. Almost three feet above the ground of this tree has no ornaments. He can find no discernible reason. He knows Jason would have decorated the apartment November first and it is well into December. He's seen the ridiculous number of ornaments that the two of you own. To be honest, he's not sure where you keep all the decorations out of season. The working theory is an extra safe house somewhere, but after working this pet project in his spare time for two years now, he hasn't figured out which one. Regardless, he can think of no reason, nay, negative reasons as to why not all of your tree is decorated. He stares at it so long that he spaces out and loses track of time.

Come to think of it, has your tree always been like this? He's noticed that the bottom of your tree usually has less ornaments, but the no ornaments thing has to be new, right?

"Uh Tim?" He whirls around to face you where you hand him a plate of something that looks like pasta. He briefly looks at you and then back over to the tree. "You good there, bud?"

"I am losing my mind. Why is only half of your tree decorated?"

"Is that why you've been staring at the tree for over a half hour now?"

"It's bothering me. Please. I have to know."

Tim isn't sure why he was expecting it to be some earth shattering secret. He probably should not be disappointed that it wasn't because you were sending an assassin a top secret code using trees. He is only mildly ashamed to report that his mouth hung open with slight judgement and shock as you said, "Gus likes to knock the ornaments off the tree for sport, and while we're usually just glad he's getting exercise, last year he tried to eat the glass of a broken ornament so we're just playing it safe this year."

The cat seems to laugh at Tim's descent into insanity from behind the table's leg. The cat could be an assassin now that he thinks about it.

And now that he thinks about it harder, maybe he lost more blood than he was previously aware of.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Valk x Reader

alright got permission from the requester to just do general hcs, i woke up 4-5 hours before my alarm because we’re having a late start day due to the snow, don’t feel as shitty mentally but i’m still not doing great, reasonably

- You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up dating one of the Inpherno’s most famous idols, who is also a demi deity and technically a prince, but hey you aren’t complaining

- Valk is an incredibly sweet partner and an overall very loving guy, he always lets you know just how much he loves and adores you, wether through actions or words, he can be super cheesy about it but it’s incredibly sincere and loving, so even if you roll your eyes at how sappy he’s being you love the way he treats you

- He is an incredibly touchy guy, he is constantly touching you, holding your hand, giving you hugs and kisses, cuddling, bumping horns with you, just any way for him to touch you really, since he’s very likely shorter then you he’s usually little spoon or he just lays on top of you, he’s surprisingly light honestly, unlike Dom he loves when you touch his wings, they’re small and sensitive but it’s an intimate and trusting thing for him to let you touch them, so if while you’re cuddling you pet his wings he literally melts

- He sends you those cheesy videos of two cats doing something loving or even just sitting next to each other that have the caption ‘us<3’, he sends you so many of those it’s not even funny at this point, if one of the cats is an orange cat he always calls being that one, he is very orange cat coded

- He uses those embarrassing over the top pet names for you, you groan and light heartedly swat at him but he just laughs and keeps calling you them, if you retaliate you end up in a war of who can call each other the more embarrassing couples pet name, Dom just looks exhausted by it

- Speaking of Dom you obviously get to know him more, you can tell the differences of the brother’s personalities a lot clearer, but you also see their real personalities not their stage ones, he’s totally chill with you since you make his brother happy but you did get some serious shovel talk when your partner first introduced you to his brother

- Valk unsurprisingly loves karaoke, it’s probably his favorite date night activity, he doesn’t mind if you can’t sing you’re doing the thing he loves, and besides half the fun of karaoke is sucking absolute balls at it, if anything he’s the one ruining the fun being a professional trained singer, but it’s nice to have a private room where you let loose, maybe have a drink, eat some like ice cream parfaits and sing out music like maniacs

- Other dates you two usually do are nice fancy dinners, or nights in gaming, he can and will kick your ass at whatever the equivalent of Mario Kart is, maybe also going to an arcade together, unfortunately most of your dates are in their home or yours because he gets recognized in public, he can to some extent to undercover and make himself less recognizable but it only works so well, you promise him you don’t mind you knew what you were signing up for by dating him

- His love language is yes. He basically falls into all of them, he may slightly prefer some over the others but for the most part he shows and feels loved by all of them, so whatever yours is he’s absolutely fine with, he feels loved regardless and can love you regardless

- His work hours are so inconsistent it’s crazy, sometimes you have two weeks of him barely doing anything other days he and Don have to go into the studio at 5 am, but between it all he reminds you just how much he loves and treasures you, sending you long winded texts about how much he adores you, any and everything about you

- If you’re insecure about anything about yourself he’s saying the most loving and sweet things about it till you want to cry over how amazing he’s being towards you, you feel inferior sometimes seeing as you’re dating him who has so many fans and people who’d kill to date him, but he just reminds you how much he loves you and that there’s no one else in the entire Inphinity he’d rather be with

- Meeting his grandpa was stressful to say the least, not only is he the legal guardian of your lover, he’s a literal god, and your king, so that was not a good time you were incredibly anxious but it went well and eventually it became less scary to see Firebrand

- On the other hand it never became any less scary to see any of his siblings, you see them a lot less so never can really get used to them, the family dinners Firebrand hosts once or twice a year are like a game of mental chess, but Valk is by your side the whole time reassuring you and comforting you, his family isn’t so scary when you get to know them, you disagree but you aren’t saying that

- You call him Mic/Microphone, that’s his name so why wouldn’t you? Valk is just his stage name, you also call Dom by his real name Meg/Megaphone, only a handful of demons have the permission to call the brother’s their real names so it’s nice

i self ship with both flipside brothers so this was a nice break to write, i’m fucking starving right now i’ll probably make myself some breakfast here soon, anyways hope you enjoyed adios

[angelmichelangelo]

wanted to talk about my favourite scene in my favourite episode because i have a lot of feelings about it so here we go.

so it’s this particular scene in ‘of rats and men’ - anything to do with the rat king and i am there. he’s a really cool villain and i think the added bonus of him using solinher to fight the boys is really interesting but there’s this ONE scene that is always in my head when i rewatch it.

so after we see mikey hide away ice cream kitty we get a little comedic scene with him and his brothers + april and casey until splinter comes in, having just had the rat king invade his mind, he’s clearly unwell and weak, he goes to the freezer for some ice and a cheese sickle to which mikey tells him no and straight up slams the door in his fathers face to keep him from seeing the mutated cat in there.

to which splinter doesn’t take kindly towards.

remember, at this point, it’s not obvious to them that splinter is basically being possesed. he towers over mikey (ik he’s crouching here but the shot is really well done, pulling back to really emphasis how much he towers over these kids) and mikey just looks up in fear. again, splinter’s eyes don’t turn red straight away, he doesn’t show any obvious signs of change so to mikey, he’s suddenly aware of the fact that he’s pissed his dad off big time.

then, splinter strikes him, sending him across the kitchen.

we don’t see it, just a flash of red but it then immediately cuts towards the brothers reactions which again, i find interesting

it’s total shock. usually when one of them is hurt or down, we get angry reactions, something protective. but here they’re not mad. they’re just in utter disbelief that their father has just struck one of their own.

and i know splinters done this many times in the past but that all happens during training. it never occurs just because mikey is being odd. casey (and i know he was still grappling with his fear of rats here) actually recoils at this.

then we get a chase scene. again a little comedic just to lighten the tension but splinter is honing in on mikey. he wants to get to him, ignoring the other five teenagers who are in the room with them.

then we get these shots (the main reason i wanted to talk about this scene)

mikey is pushed against the fridge, exactly where he started. and you obviously can’t tell from screenshots alone but mikey is actually trembling with fear here. he’s hyperventilating and it’s not because he’s out of breath. he’s a trained ninja. he can go far longer than the little lap around the kitchen he’s just done. he’s positively terrified, and it’s not like the kind of fear in “invasion of the squirrelanoids” where he was making quips and making jokes to un-scare himself. this is a new fear because this is his father that is attacking him. he doesn’t even say anything during this moment. he just whimpers. he just trembles in fear until leo calls out to the others to “help him!”

then after splinter is pinned down, the rat king breaks through and we get reaction shots from the rest of the characters as they realise what has happened to their sensei.

i think it’s really sweet that april immediately goes to mikey, putting a protective arm over him. his eyes have shrunk to pinpricks (a neat little trick i really love that they show throughout and show when they’re scared or shocked) mikey doesn’t move or try to get back up, staying down with april it’s a nice moment (also we needed more of this duo! orange coded, blue eyed freckled friends for the win!!)

another little detail i found interesting was that after splinter seemingly goes back to normal everyone rushes to his side. april stands from where she’s crouched down with mikey and leo, raph and donnie are there to help him.

but mikey doesn’t get back up. he stays on the floor, perhaps coming out of his shock. he makes no attempt to reach his dad which.. breaks my heart little actually.

and as much as i love this episode, i really do wish it had some mikey + splinter pay off. we hardly see any moments of them together, especially since each brother gets their share of dad moments where he passes down some sort of wisdom, mikey gets a very brief “love yourself you don’t need to change” lesson in “mikey gets shellacne” and that’s it. we really were robbed of more of these two as father and youngest son. and ik all of them get attacked and scared by possessed splinter at some point but it clearly really affected ooor mikey here after being targeted in this one scene.

anywho. that’s my rant over. if anyone has any additions to this post feel free to add them as i’d be interested to see if anyone else is as crazy about this scene as i am lol

[incognito-duo]

MUTANT MAYHEM HCs!!

Leonardo

The turtles and Splinter all call him Da Vinci, hated it at first but then grew to love it.

Loves watching Octonauts, and made a video essay about it.

Likes going to Walmart

Watches Vine compilations at 2 am when he can’t sleep

Color codes his candy, for example, only eats all of the red Skittles then the purple ones then green, etc.

Cried over Roblox VC once, and his brother verbally harassed a 5-year bc of it.

After Scumbug got with Splinter, Leo tried to encourage his family to learn the language she spoke. He is the most fluent, but as good as Splinter.

Even though he's a snitch, Leo has blackmail/secrets that are brothers only. (Some things are sibling code fr)

Favorite Dcom is Z-O-M-B-I-E-S, and looks up to Zed.

Loves cheesy Rom-cons, and has a Tubi account just for it.

Donatello

Head of movie nights, mostly watched anime movies but tried to find one the whole family would love.

Has his tent because he owns a bunch of merch, and needed a place to put it.

Simon, from Alvin and the Chipmunks, kinnie. Had a massive childhood crush on Jennet.

Def a Disney Kid, TOH, Molly McGee etc.

Got into Anime, and other fandoms, bc of AMV's.

Fandom wiki user, and a Tumblr user.

Studio Ghibli GEEK!! Made many video essays.

Chapped as hell lips, carries small Vaseline around (Forgets to use it)

Owns a diary

Info dumps and long study sessions a lot

Michelangelo

Only wants bubble tea for the pearls

Had a small wig era... failed, and never did it again. (He only wears wigs in secret)

Has the best handwriting

He could wing a test if he paid attention in class because IMPROV!!!

HAS to sleep near one of his brothers, hence why he has a bunk bed.

Has glow-in-dark stick stars on his wall!!

Number one hypeman when you wanna ask your crush out. Definitely helped Leo with April

Writes in orange glittery pen

Likes to style his mask in bows or fun edges

Over thinks with giving others gifts, decorating, and hosting parties

Raphael

He HATES the dentist

He is actually a big softie and dork (like we all know), so he yaps a lot with April, his brothers, and the people he's REALLY close with

Likes a few musicals because of Mikey, like CryBaby and Ride of the Cyclone

Loves to show off, mostly to impress people

Plays Valorant with Casey

Bullies little kids on Roblox voice chat

Childhood crushes were on Liv from Liv and Maddie, and Cat from Victorious

Likes to munch on waffle cones when bored

He's too loud or too quiet when speaking during certain times without knowing

Owns a journal, and has the most outrageous handwriting

April

Kids still bully her, but a lot have stopped after the events of the movie

She slowly learns how to get over her stage fright

the CUTEST handwriting when taking notes, the aesthetic school notes with the pastel highlighters

Doodles during class, and tends to doodle Leo when working on her newspapers (AprilNardo>>>)

Lowkey hated Casey before they became BFFs

Goes to her apartment roof when she needs to relax, or when bored

Listens to Lofi Girl when studying

Likes to make small, silly comics for the school newspaper

Loves tot bags, or duffel bags!

She is an only child, but loves to hang out with her parents and relatives. Every weekend, she goes to IHop with her family and invites the turtles and Irma sometimes

[biblicallyaccuratedipperpines]

READ THIS BEFORE GOING TO MY BLOG OR ASKING ME ANYTHING!!!

~Intro post (updated, 1.5)~

Hello, welcome to my blog. I am libb!

I will do roleplay, but for now, my TAWoG stuff is unavailable/old rn, my TAWoG posts are my oldest ones.

For now I am posting gravity falls crap, and I like making au's.

Names/nicknames: libb/libby (still there), Alex, Landon, kat, mason or dipper.

RULES:

-please DO NOT follow or like my posts if your one of those weird adults who get a Tumblr account to show nude pics or to get an online bf/gf. IT'S SERIOUSLY GROSS AND IT MAKES ME QUESTION MY EXISTENCE. (Just don't interact period if your an adult that post's anything sexual)

-do not DM me if you are not a mutual. It's very uncomfortable for me. Plz, just... Don't... Ew.

-i'm fine with adults n stuff interacting, just, don't be weird, k? (Ps, it's good to have at least one adult mutual so they can help you with certain things and possibly keep you safe)

-no proshippers! Only selfcest is the acception but that doesn't make me a proshipper

About me!

- i hyperfixate on characters I may barely know

- my leg is broken /j /silly

- possibly part of Adrien's ( @river-billcipherfan ) satanist cult or smth

- I like joking about killing characters

- I like gore and like drawing it

- I simp over the most random characters

- I'm multifandom

- I do mostly ocxcanon alot

- I have a younger 11 yr old brother who eats gluesticks

- I'm a minor

- I'm a young artist

- I CAN draw backgrounds

- I AM NOT always online

- I am known for beating up a 16 year old boy with an umbrella

- I have anger issues

- I like cats alot, that's why most of my OC's are

- my favorite color is red

- I'm a very unhinged person as you can see

- I like gravity falls (current hyperfixation! 🙃)

- I'm also known for wanting to kick an immortal child that has an orange parka jacket ACCROSS THE ROOM

- if you think something is wrong with me, there is something wrong with you /srs

- only sometimes I use tonetags

- I'm more than a beginner artist

- my fav instrument is the piano or xylophone (sadly I cannot read notes in my band class 😞)

- I am originally English and I come from America!

- I am trans, pansexual and aroace (I only crush on fictional characters)

- as you can see, my favorite character is a 12 year old boy, and also one who wears an orange parka jacket

- I get obsessive

- I have too many side blogs

- I'm almost in highschool, and my age is below 15

- this intro post is really long

- GTFO of my blog if you are against me

- I go by she/him/fur pronouns

- I'm a furry

- I have pupaphobia, therefore I am scared of puppets

- I code with scratch imagine program share

- normally used to suggestive

- I used to crush on a certain triangular man

- I like billford (it is canon and they are gay)

- also, ps, you are A NASTY VILE PERSON if you ship billdip GTFO out of my page, KYS

- also please do not screenshot any of my posts if it is not positive. it makes me uncomfortable :(

(your account will be reported if you do not follow my boundaries)

List of fandoms I like, I'm in or can talk about :P

(these ones are the top three, I know, I'm young and stupid...)

-happy tree friends/htf

-five nights at Freddy's/fnaf

-bendy and the ink machine/batim

-cuphead (the show & game)

-undertale (a few of the AU's as well)

-hazbin hotel/helluva boss/zoophobia

-cartoon cat/Trever Henderson stuff

-regular show

-over the garden wall

-star vs the forces of evil/svtfoe

-the amazing digital circus/TADC

-SPRUNKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

-amanda the adventurer

-south park (yet I only watched like 2 episodes...)

And a note: I WILL make gore and bloody things sometimes.

Last thing: when I filter things as violent it just means there's gore.

You are aloud to:

-make fan art of my OC's and au's

-make fun of my OC's and aus

-add my OC's to ur own au's.

-go ahead and make your own fanfictions of my fanfictions!!

I have a Wattpad account now, my username is libbworl but I go by addicted to gravity falls/killer dipper, go ahead and find me on Wattpad. I'm working on some stories.

Yes, I'm fine with certain proships. Does that make me a proshipper? No. Does that make me a bad person. No

BUT Y'ALL OC X CANON, UR ALWAYS WELCOME HERE, U GUYS R MY BESTIES 🥰👍

Also, my friends list. so plz visit their blogs.

@gravityfallsaddict124

@eliqwerty-1206

@thestrangelyalwaysconfused

@cartoon-cat7241

@felissaurusrex

@17ghostsinatrenchcoat

@starheart-blog

@river-nonbinary-billcipherfan

@arandombatimfan

@strawbrryshak2

@theindescribable1

@hopskip-andajump

@anonymous-kirby

@forestblunt (my adult mutual friend, who's very kind ^^)

Little brother's account @sammydasquirrel

I HAVE ADHD. I AM A MINOR.

Other blogs

@dippermpinesgftnau GFTN dipper blog

@lilipinesmaccinson lili blog

@killerdippertheawsome killer dipper au blog

@adventuretimerulez where I reblog anything Adventure time

@ask-dipper-pines-and-lili old ass dipper and lili blog

@arianaa-lion-blog my sprunki OC

@dexterellinghamOwO my fr oc with no fandom 2 be in

@adultlili which is my adult version of lili trapped in the multiverse.

@p1n3tr3333 friends fan blog of an au I have

And @toef where y'all can ask me and rob stuff...

Also

My tags

Click on them on the tags of my posts

#my art: where I post my art

#gravity falls: where I post gravity falls shit

#sketch: where I post random shit I sketched not on electronic

#lilidipp: where I post cute little fluff of them XD

#my animation: where I post my animations

#meme: where I post memes I did

#reblog: where I reblog

#fanart: where I post/reblog fanart of my aus/OC's

#request: where I reblog requests I asked of.

#text: where I post just text.

And

DNI:

-people who hate on other people because of no good reason.

-people who dislike OC X CANON.

-furry disrespecters (bc I'm a furry!!!)

-homophobes/LGBTQ+ haters because it's just mean and disrespectful!

-people who are sensitive to gore or anything like that (it's not mean, I just don't want people to be scared of my gore art)

-also more sensitive people to certain stuff, rarely I will post suggestive content.

People who ARE welcome.

-LGBTQ+

-(like I said) oc x canon shipper's!!!

-and a bunch other's! :D

!!!!!I do free commissions!!!!!

Info 👇

1st, I rarely do commissions in the same day you request, I draw them when I'm offline and after that, I will deliver possibly the next day.

Things I WILL do

Gore, blood, etc

Cartoon/video game/movie characters (as long as it's from a fandom I know)

OC's!

Animals, humans, furries, I can do that!

LGBTQ+

Ships!

Things I WON'T do

NSFW/p0rn (that's just a no)

Anything that has to do with LGBTQ+phobia

Any darkships like bad age gap ships (p3d0)

NSFW OC's, Because again, I don't-

And it's all for free! :3

Favorite/comfort characters :3

-tunner and owakcx (sprunki)

-dipper, ford, bill, and bipper possibly stan (gravity falls)

-papyrus, sans, and undyne (Undertale)

-wooly (Amanda the adventurer)

-ehem, um... William afton (FNaF)

-gregory (OTGW) yeah, he's just an adorable lovable kid, ok?

-caine and jax (TADC)

-finn, fern, and BMo (adventure time)

-rob and Darwin (TAWoG) I do not simp for two cyclops guys, ur lying.

-marco (SVTFOE)

-mugman and chalice (Cuphead) I ship them 🥹

-bendy, boris, Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

A few special links I have

An animation! :3

Welp, that's all I've got...

Bye

Also here's my oc lili for kicks...

Please do not reblog this post, thanks! :)

[berrymilkwithsugar]

Ticklish little brat~ ♡ (Lee!Catnap and Ler!Dogday)

I love these little sillies so much.

(Anyone ordered a bratty Lee!catnap with a teasy Ler!Dogday as a side?

Another VERY indulgent fanfic.. raspberries warning as well I cause that makes peeps uncomfortable…. Also I wrote this at 1 am, apologies for typos/grammar errors/repetition)

Catnap bolted across the hall, with his canine friend hot on his tail, it was a simple game of “truth or dare” with his friends. Dogday was dared to be tickled by catnap for five minutes, driving the poor pooch up the wall, now he’s chasing catnap with a vengeance. “Get back here, kitty!” Dogday yelled, nervous giggles were pouring from the cat’s mouth like a faucet.

“Come and get me puppy!” Catnap turned around sticking his tongue out to blow a raspberry at him before he suddenly tripped over one of his dog friend’s squeaky toys. Dogday watched as catnap tripped, he smirked and began to run slightly faster to catch up to where the feline was now laying, Dogday was right beside Catnap almost instantly “Now I got you, ya little brat~”

Dogday pins the cat down on the soft carpet, causing said cat to squirm and pout. “No fair!” Catnap whined. Dogday chuckled at this, “Did you seriously not expect me to get revenge on you, especially after pulling that stunt on me?” Catnap stuck his tongue out at the dog. “You chose dare! Not me!”

Dogday rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly at Catnap’s childish gesture. “Sure, fair point, I chose dare and not you... But still, you HAD to at least see this coming, right?” The orange furred dog asked his cooler toned companion, a swift “Shut up” was all Catnap could reply with. Dogday couldn’t help but chuckle more as Catnap simply dismissed him, especially since he was used to Catnap having a witty or sassy response to almost anything he said.

“Aw, you sound a little bitter that I'm right, huh~?” Dogday said with a smirk, Catnap tries to squirm out of his grasp. “No, you’re not.” He responds with a childish pout. Dogday rolls his eyes again with a smirk, his grip tightening around the cat’s arms to ensure he couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

“Uh huh, sure I’m not. Keep telling yourself that all you want, won’t change the fact I’m telling the truth, silly~”Dogday teased.

This smug son of a- before Catnap finished that thought, he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at Dogday, which gave the canine an idea. A smirk slowly crept up on his face. Catnap looked down at Dogday when no snide remark was heard from the canine, “What cat got your- h-hey, what are you doing?” Catnap asked nervously as Dogday seemed to adjust himself so his face was near Catnap’s tummy.

“Oh, nothing much… just admiring the view that I’m currently looking at~” Catnap squirmed at this “W-What view?!” Dogday chuckled as Catnap began to squirm around, “Why, the very interesting view of fluffy tummy, of course~!” The dog said in a chipper tone. Catnap gulped “Yeah what about it. Nothing special.” His tail began to wag in excitement at what his friend was about to do.

Dogday smiled wider at Catnap’s attempted nonchalant and dismissive tone, Dogday knelt down and began to get closer to Catnap’s stomach, his face was only inches away from Catnap’s soft looking fur. “Oh really? Well then, if there’s “nothing special” or “interesting” about your tummy… then you wouldn’t mind having me take a closer look at it now, would you~?”

Knowing what that was code for, catnap began to shake his head “Nononono pleasepleaseplease not that.” He said, yet there was a bit of excitement hidden behind his panicked tone. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s panicked response, and began to feel a small bit of satisfaction at Catnap’s frantic response over him wanting to get close to his belly.

“Now why are you so panicked over me just getting a little closer? Could it be that you’re a little… ticklish, perhaps~?” If words could kill, catnap would be a dead man. Catnap bit his lip, muffling any nervous giggles and proceeds to hide his face in his paws. Dogday’s smirk grew wider at seeing how desperately Catnap tried to hide his face in his paws, Dogday could practically feel the anxiousness radiating off Catnap at this very moment, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Aww, is that your attempt at hiding your face? So cute… but what’s even cuter is that you still haven’t answered my question… are you ticklish, Catnap~?” His question was laced with so much saccharine it was sickening. Catnap refused to answer the question, so he stayed quiet. Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s silence, it was very telling of the answer to his question due to Catnap’s refusal to respond in the first place.

“Ah, so it IS true… you really are ticklish, aren’t you~?” The canine asked, his smirk still plastered onto his face. Catnap stayed silent, seeming to be enough of an answer for the dog to continue, Dogday slowly moved his face closer to Catnap’s tummy and began to speak in a more quieter and calmer, but still playful tone

“So then, since it IS true that you’re ticklish… you wouldn’t mind if I take… a closer look~ at your cute stomach, would you~?” Catnap squeaks “W-Wait Dogday, let’s be rational about this- EEK!” Too late, dog day already started his assault of raspberries on the poor cat’s tummy, sending him into a fit of bubbly laughter. “EHEHEHEHEHE D-DOGDAHAHAHAY!” Catnap kicked his legs as his Dogday blew a raspberry near his ribs. “Tickle tickle kitty~!” He teases as he blew another near his sides, driving the cat up a wall. “D-DOGDAY! EHEHEHEHEHE C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” With that, Dogday suddenly stopped. Leaving the cat confused and a bit disappointed. “Alright. That’s enough.” Dogday said, backing away from the cat, only to look at him puzzled.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” The dog asked, with genuine concern. Catnap looked away flustered, Dogday stood there dumbfounded before it clicked together, his smirk grew twice as large. “Oh~ did a certain kitty like being tickle tickle tickled~?” He teases as Catnap’s cheeks turned a darker shade of purple. “Well why didn’t you say so~?” Dogday slowly extended a hand forward and placed his fingers gently onto Catnap’s stomach. Catnap writhes “Thahahats not it and you know it!” He giggles. Dogday smirked at Catnap as soon as he began to writhe at his fingers making contact with his belly. “Oh really~? And what exactly did you want me to do, hm~? Did you want me to do THIS~?”

Dogday began to move his fingers around in a circular pattern on Catnap’s stomach, causing Catnap to shriek. “NOHOHOHO!” Catnap squealed as he shook his head. Dogday chuckled as Catnap shook his head, Dogday found it adorable and comical how flustered he was getting even by the slightest of touch to his belly, Dogday continued to use his fingers to move around in a circular motion on Catnap stomach, he then began to speak in a teasing tone.

“Aww, but why not~? You don’t want me to tickle your cute tummy~?” Catnap replied with “NAHAHAT WITH YOHOHOUR FINGERS!!”

Dogday chuckled and stopped movie his finger in circular patterns on the poor cat’s tummy, he gave a mischievous smirk before responding in an almost mocking manner. “Why not my fingers? You don’t want my fingers to tickle your soft and sensitive stomach~?”

Catnap groaned at this, he should have know he was gonna pull this on him, “You know what I’m asking you to tickle me with!”. Dogday chuckled again at the cat’s impatience and smirked even wider as he knew exactly what Catnap was referring to, Dogday spoke in a slightly teasing yet mocking tone “Oh, you want me to use my nose to gently nuzzle and rub it against your soft, bare stomach~? Is that what you’re asking me to do~?”

Catnap shakes his head Oh for the love of. He blows another raspberry at the dog, hoping that would be enough of a hint, Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second raspberry that he blew at him, he smirked and rolled his eyes slightly in a mocking manner as he spoke to Catnap “Aww, you’re blowing raspberries at me again now, how cute… but I’m still not getting what you’ actually want me to do, silly~ Maybe give me another hint, and maybe I’ll get it this time~”

Oh that son of a- “Just blow raspberries on my tummy already!” Catnap snapped, finally growing impatient yet he was still flustered.

Dogday chuckled as Catnap finally flat out admitted what he wanted him to do, he smirked again before responding in a slightly mocking tone still, just to get under Catnap’s skin a bit, “Oh, so you want me to blow raspberries on your tummy, huh~? Is that what you wanted all this time, you silly, impatient little ticklish brat~?”

Catnap pouts which drew a chuckle from Dogday, he found the pout to be both cute, and hilarious at the same time, “Aww, look at you pouting… how cute… but you never actually answered my question, you silly boy~ Do you really want me to blow raspberries on your cute, soft, ticklish tummy~?” With a sigh Catnap mumbles a “yes.”

Dogday smirked at getting Catnap to finally answer his question after all that stalling, he chuckled at Catnap’s response before he responded in a slightly teasing tone still, “Did you just say “yes”. So adorable~ But would you mind repeating that a little more clearly, you little brat~?” Dogday said, Catnap couldn’t explain why, but this was making him flustered, with a red face he answered with another “Yes!”

Dogday chuckled again at seeing Catnap all flustered and red, he liked the sight of it, a lot, and he loved seeing Catnap so desperate for him to blow raspberries on him. “Aww, is someone embarrassed by having to admit that all they want is for me to blow raspberries on their soft, ticklish tummy~?” Dogday cooed. This caused Catnap to look away from him, which in turn made Dogday chuckle, he thought Catnap’s efforts at hiding his flustered and embarrassed face were adorable and comical, “Oh, is the cute, impatient, and ticklish brat embarrassed at admitting that he wants me to blow raspberries on his cute, soft, tummy~?” the dog cooed some more, Catnap nods. Dogday found it funny how Catnap wasn’t even speaking anymore, just nodding silently, of course he had to tease him about it.

“You can’t even speak anymore, huh~? Is someone’s voice caught in their throat at the thought of me tickling their cute little tummy with my lips~?” Catnap’s nods are more frantic now. Dogday chuckled again, it was hilarious and adorable how embarrassed and flustered Catnap was getting at the thought of Dogday tickling him with raspberries.

“Someone’s nodding more frantic now, huh~? Is someone getting excited at the thought of my lips coming into contact with your cute, sensitive, ticklish belly~?”Dogday teased, Catnap started to kick his legs “Just get on with it already!”

This drew a chuckle out of the canine, he loved seeing the feline get even more impatient and desperate, and Dogday wanted to tease Catnap even more than before, he spoke in a slightly mocking tone, “Awwww, is someone getting even more impatient now~? Does someone need to be more patient and stop demanding that I “just get on with it already”~?” At this point Catnap would even beg for it to happen, the anticipation is killing him “Please! Just please, if you’re gonna do it, do it!” He begged. Dogday chuckled at Catnaps’s desperate pleading, he found it hilarious and adorable how desperate Catnap had gotten for Dogday to do this, he smirked one more time and spoke in a slightly teasing and mocking tone once more “Aww, is someone saying “please”, huh~? Is someone finally asking nicely for me to blow raspberries on their cute, ticklish stomach with my lips~?”

Catnap finally caved in, he admits a weak “yes” as he nods his head, Dogday chuckled once again as Catnap finally caved in and admitted a weak and nervous “yes”, he found it hilariously adorable how his friend finally broke down from all the build up, and was now nodding his head obediently.

“Awwww, was that so hard~? It took a while, but you finally admitted it~ But one more thing before we get started… you gotta promise me one thing first~” Dogday said as the cat huffed.Catnap pouted “more?” Dogday chuckled at his annoyed and pouty pout, he smirked before replying in a slightly teasing tone yet again, “Oh, is someone getting more annoyed now~? Well someone better start being a cooperative little brat and hear me out on this little proposition before I get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy~” this made Catnap stop his pouting Dogday chuckled at this, he found it adorable how Catnap had quickly changed his attitude from annoyed and pouty to obedient and listening. “Good boy~ Now then, to get to blowing raspberries on that cute tummy of yours, there’s one thing you gotta promise me~” The warmer tone counterpart said, Catnap cocks a brow causing Dogday to smirk again, he was loving the adorable expressions the little brat was making, and he spoke in a slightly teasing and almost mocking tone once again “Oh don’t give me that look, silly boy… you better promise me that you won’t try to jerk away from me or roll over if you get too ticklish while I blow raspberries on your cute tummy~” Catnap hummed in thought before responding “Okay… I promise.”

Dogday grinned he decided he was now fully satisfied with Catnap’s level of obedience, he responded in an approving tone, “Good boy~ Are you ready for it… are you fully and completely ready… for me to blow raspberries on that cute, soft, tummy of yours~?”

Catnap nodded. Dogday smirked at Catnap’s little nod, he was absolutely loving how obedient and compliant Catnap was being at that point, Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone, “Alright then little brat, you better not break that promise you made to me… be a good boy and hold STILL… for me~”

Dogday smirked at Catnap bracing himself for the inevitable and slowly leaned his head closer to the cat’s tummy until his lips were practically touching Catnap. “You ready… you little, ticklish brat~?” He teased

Dogday spoke in an almost excited tone one last time before finally blowing a raspberry on his tummy. A squeal came from the cat as he bursts into melodic giggles. “EEK! Ehehehehe!” Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s second adorable squeal and lifted his head off of Catnap’s stomach once more, he spoke in a slightly mocking and teasing tone again “Awww, that one tickle even more~?” He asked as he blew another raspberry, he also started nibbling on the cat’s rib cage in between raspberries to keep the cat up the wall.

“D-DOGDAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!!” Catnap kicked his legs, “Yes my little ticklish kitty?” The canine teased, causing the cat to flush an even darker shade of red “IHIHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” He thrashed his head from side to side, trying desperately to keep his torso still. Dogday shook his head and clicked his tongue, “I warned you.” He said before he lowers down and places tickly kisses all over Catnap’s belly, making the cat squeal again.“EHEHEHEHEH N-NO NAHAHAHAHAT KISSES!! THEHEHEHEY TICKLE SO BAHAHAD!” The feline squealed, his thrashing became more harsh, as his tail was thumping against the ground, showing that he was at least enjoying this. “Tickle tickle tickle kitty”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” The cat squealed causing the dog to smirk, Catnap had finally breaking out of his submissive and obedient attitude and was snapping at Dogday, and to be honest, he found the outburst both adorable and comical to see, Dogday laughed at Catnap’s reaction, “AHAHAHA~! Awww, is someone snapping at me now~? Losing their composure and breaking out of their submissive little brat phase that you’ve been in since I started blowing raspberries on your adorable little tummy~?”

“YEHEHEHEHES” Dogday couldn’t help but coo at Catnap’s adorable, unrestrained laughter and continued talking to Catnap in a teasing, mocking, and playful tone, “Is someone laughing a little loudly now~? Does someone’s tummy REALLY not be able to take too many raspberries~?”. Catnap shook his head, which Dogday chuckled at, “Nuh uh, your tummy is DEFINITELY really, REALLY ticklish huh~? And you REALLY can’t take too many raspberries on this cute little stomach of yours, huh~?” He said, his voice dripping with saccharine, this caused Catnap to break, “EEK!! OKAHAHAHAHAHAY YES!!”

Dogday chuckled at Catnap’s reaction, he responded in a teasing tone, “Awww~ You finally admitted that your cute little belly is SUPER ticklish huh~? AHAHAHAHA~! You gonna be able to handle any more of my raspberries on this adorable tummy~?”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” catnap begged, his face was a deep purple as he frantically nodded. Dogday chuckled again at Catnap’s frantic nods and beet-red face, he loved it when Catnap was getting all worked up and desperate because of the tickling, “Aww~, you were getting soooo worked up and panicked by just a few small raspberries on your cute little tummy, huh~? Poor little ticklish brat~”

Finally Dogday let up on the poor cat, leaving him a panting mess of giggles. Dogday offered a hand to the cat “You alright buddy?” He asked in a chipper tone. The cat reached up and grabbed his hand, only instead of belting Dogday pull him up, he dragged Dogday down to the ground, quickly using his tail to secure his wrists. “Did you seriously think I wasn’t going to get back at you?” He said in a mocking tone, calling back to Dogday’s retort. The canine groaned “no fair.” As the cat proceeded to start tickling his ribs.

Let’s just say the cycle repeated for the rest of the day.

[devildomwriter]

Mephisto- Oh, I would certainly fall for someone who has intelligence and grace blah blah~ noble family- Mc- *gremlin noises* I am boutta make this guy my wife >:3

(Also side note- most mc's in general are very orange cat coded to me XD

We are/I totally am orange-cat coded.

Yes Mephisto will fall for our chaos, he needs some of it in his life. Break free from the prim and proper and eyes boring holes into him with everything he does. He needs someone he can be/find himself with.

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 5

Pairing: Lee Know(Minho) x fem!reader Kink: Dacryphilia WC: 1.5k Summary: Minho is the classic best friend who hates all your boyfriends. He’s always had a good reason to hate them, you are just always late to see it. TW/CW: Dacryphilia, possessive Minho, break up sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, surprisingly soft? no pronouns used but reader has fem genitalia.

You looked like a drowned cat and maybe that’s why Minho let you into his apartment that night. Umbrella forgotten at the movie theater, mind preoccupied with disbelief.  You didn’t stop running for the whole ten blocks it took you to reach his building’s alcove, fully equipped with a new video buzzer. Panting and shaking and dripping you rang his number and prayed that he was home snuggly on a Friday night rather than out on the town.

You were buzzed up without a word from him. Unusual but appreciated. Normally he’d play a back and forth game with you as though he didn’t know who you were before pretending to reluctantly let you in, much to your embarrassment. This time he didn’t even say hello, just the heavy thud of the lock deactivating answering your call. The apartment door was cracked open for you, one of his orange cats greeting you with a loud meow before trotting to the kitchen.

“Minho?” You could barely keep your voice from wobbling. Adrenaline wearing off you grasped the wall of the entryway for support. “He’s a fucking asshole Minho you were right. You were right. I was dumb. Tell me you told me so. Come on, get it over with.” The man appears, two bottles of soju in hand, no glass in sight. Giving you a once over he frowns, “you’re wet.” “It’s raining.” “Ah. I see.” He disappears only to reappear with a pair of sweats and a shirt throwing them at you with little ceremony. “Change before I gloat, you look depressing.” You sniff and giggle. It’s remarkable how sobbing and laughing feel so alike to your diaphragm. The kick of muscles forcing air out of your nose and mouth, the only difference is the ache in your heart.

In his bathroom you gingerly peel off your wet clothes and lay them over the safety bar in the shower to dry. Tipping your head over the tile you fluff your rain matted hair and check the reflection. Pitiful. Dark ring of mascara covering your undereyes, lashes heavy with retained water. Or tears.

A soft knock at the door. “Hey,” Minho’s voice reverberates from the other side. “Everything fit okay?” “Oh, yeah,” you swing the door open. He’s propped against the frame casually, nearly nose to nose with you. You jump a little. “Boo.” He smirks and hands you your bottle of soju. “Tell me, what did this one do?”

Minho had an annoying habit of prognostication when it came to your love life. It started when you’d first introduced him as you best friend to your latest fling. The strong handshake, the set jaw, the forced smile, all indicators that he was jealous and controlling. Minho smiled back. They hated each other. Minho knew the fling would pull the “your friend or me” card on you and end it. The next guy was no better, Minho hated his sleazy smile and immediate fallback to “bro code” as if they’d been friends longer than you and he had. This current  boyfriend he just flat out hated. He told you he hated him. He didn’t like that when you talked your boyfriend would look at his phone more than you. He thought he was rude and arrogant and told you not to trust him.

“He cheated Minho. He’s a fucking cheater.” Your heart sinks down into your stomach. Brushing passed Minho you collapse into his overstuffed couch, another small brown cat comes to investigate you. Minho swigs his soju. Legs pulled into your chest, fingers pulling and stretching the cuffs of his sweats. “They look good on you. Keep them.” “Did you hear me Minho? I caught him. In the fucking movie theater with some bitch. Can you just, I don’t know, tell me how dumb I am and that you knew it from the beginning and get it over with please.” Your words bounce off of him, face blank, staring straight at you. He knows it’s not the right time, in fact it could be the worst time but he can’t help it. He’s already a bottle into the night and you look so cold and pathetic. “You look really pretty when you cry.” Somehow it doesn’t sound so bad when he says it. “Your eyes are really sparkly and your nose is cute and red,” he continues kneeling by the couch. “I knew he’d cheat on you from the first time we sat down for drinks. I’ve hated him since that night. I’m glad he’s going to be out of your life.”

Every word feels sharp in your ears, ringing painfully all the way to your chest and burrowing in your throat. Biting your lip you nod, “okay, yeah. You’re right.” Scooting behind you he pulls you into his lap, head to his shoulder. It was a familiar position, familiar circumstance. You fall into him easily, seeking his warmth and strength.Your warm breath fanning on his neck, small hiccups shaking the both of you, how your fingers curl around the cotton of his black tee shirt, it’s the small moments where his heart wants to take care of you most.   “You’re dumb for wasting your time on him. On all of them.” “Make it not hurt anymore Minho, please,” you look up, eyes red and puffy, into his and plead. “I hurt so much.” His lips catch yours, “okay. If you trust me. I will. I’ll take care of you.” Nodding your nose brushes his, your lips meeting again softly. “I do. I trust you.”

Holding your waist he adjusts you to face him, sunken into the couch straddling his thighs. His heart beating wildly he gulps, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.” “I know.” You let his arms swallow you whole, losing yourself to his kiss. Rough calloused palms run under your borrowed shirt along your back. Each kiss places a patch over a wounded soul. One to your throat, one between your breasts, one for each of your wrists, even leaning you back to kiss your stomach. He maps your invisible scars with his fingertips, all the battles he couldn’t fight for you, all the times he regretted not saying something sooner. “Fuck me and make it hurt,” you demand in a whisper. “I need to hurt.” “No,” he wants to elaborate. He wants to tell you that you’ve hurt enough. That you don’t need more physical pain to feel like what you are feeling is valid. But he doesn’t, slowly stripping you both of your sweatpants. “Please,” your voice is small and whiny. “Is that how he fucked you?” “No.” “Then no.” Minho slides two fingers in your spread pussy, stopping your chatter with his mouth on yours.

Every movement feels slow motion. The slick sound of you hips rocking into his palm, thumb brushing over your clit. Minho touches you like you could break easily in his arms. Kisses you like he was trying to catch a floating bubble on his lips. Even sliding down on his dick felt easy and smooth, slotting in like you were made for him. Fully seated with him inside you melt over his chest, chin on his shoulder.

It’s the most complete you’ve felt in years. Sticky sound of skin peeling off of skin as you rock into each other and breathe. He smells sweet and spicy, familiar and warm. He holds you to him as he moves more quickly, fucking up into you, chasing your whimpers and sighs.

Minho can feel your walls flutter and clench around him,your thighs growing tired you crash down onto him hard, forcing him deeper and closer. He keeps pace as you squirm and whine unintelligibly. “That’s it, let it out. You can let go. Let go for me okay? You’re safe.” He whispers, encouraging softly to contrast the brutal snap of his hips.

“Mmhohkay, Minho- I-”

Groans forced from your body with each stroke you feel it again, the overwhelming tightness in your chest that spreads and blossoms up to your throat and down to the tops of your thighs. The heat between you is all consuming. You need air. Leaning back onto his thighs, fingers clawing his biceps, air rushes into your lungs. Minho already has one hand at your clit to make up for the loss of friction, pressing against it with his middle and ring finger making small harsh circles. You cum violently, pent up with rage and sadness, sobbing and swearing and shaking.

“Too good, Minho, it feels-it’s-” your voice is rough and shaking with each syllable. He loves it. He loves how destroyed you are. Destroyed in the way you should be, racked with pleasure until you are broken and his.

His. The thought circles and wraps around his brain like a cobra. Minho cums with a strained high grunt, slipping out of you and spraying his release on your tummy. Globs of pearly white streaking your skin. Despite the mess he scoops you up back against his chest. Kissing and coddling you as you vibrate in his arms. “Whose tears are these?”

“Yours Minho.” You smile and wipe your cheek.

He rubs his thumb under your eye, collecting remnants of mascara and tears. “No more crying for anyone else.”

This was a lot softer than i expected to write him. I just didn’t feel like writing him too mean or rough this time even though generally i like mean!minho.

[brightlotusmoon]

"Humanity sucks, nobody cares about each other anymore, all we do is hate!"

So here I am gathering Good News about people who went out of their way to help each other. I doubt the defeatist person I was playing grey rock with will be able to read between the lines.

In 2013, we rushed our five year old female orange tabby, Rose, to the animal hospital because she couldn't breathe. She coded as soon as vet techs took her. For half an hour, the entire team tried to revive her. The main doctor embraced me and my husband and told us how beautiful Rose was. We cuddled her cooling body and multiple people were crying.

Two days later the ache in my chest compelled me to ask to go to the shelter up the road, and that's where we met Callisto, shelter name Willow, who poked out a paw and yelled at me until we brought her home. A week later, a card arrived from the animal hospital, expressing regret and love, a dozen signatures, personal and compassionate. The cat on the front looked like Rose. I wailed and howled, and the new cat comforted me.

The team didn't have to give their all to try to save my cat. They didn't have to sign the card. But they did.