#Calming bed for cats

[terresdebrume]

Woke up this morning to find Gollum hanging from one of the mosquito screens by her front paw. No idea how long she was there but it was long enough for her to pee, and there was some blood around, so I'm really hoping the vet is open during the current holiday because I'd like her to get checked up

[someday-dreamlands]

[lengthofropes]

a thunderstorm is forecast in Kyiv today, and all news channels and digital apps are warning us all day not to be afraid of loud noises outside.

war time is like this. taking care of each others psyche 💗

[saturnisfallingdown]

Cats will get sooo mad when you stop them from chewing on wires and sharp objects

[c3p-mo]

I already know this book is gonna make me cry and I will not be normal about it when I finish

[frijolejuice]

Igot so high I got scared. First time in my life

[scrawnytreedemon]

This stupid fucking book really is my own personal boulder, huh? Everytime I think I've made it up that hill and can truly get rolling, I realise I've fucked up immensely and have to go back again.

I really should put less effort into these first-draft scrawlings, that would make it less painful, but I'm a perfectionist at heart and just. I Do Not Fucking Know how people rid themselves of the drive to make their sentences polished first-try-- To not agonise over every bloody word. I reference back going forward and just... Not having anything there drives me fucking insane.

God, I hate what this stupid thing does to me. It's also my baby. I've been working on some variant of it since 2014 and been writing "proper" since 2017. I need to finish this first draft, fuck's sake, let me have a finished first draft. I'm so anxious right now I can't get the ball rolling and that makes it all worse.

I hate this fucking process. It's this particular work that kills me. I want to make it perfect, as if it isn't a given that your first book will be less-than-good. This has not stopped me from trying. Because I'm pig-headed, if only in this respect.

Also, I wish my mother would stop asking. She does not ask often, but still. Just. Please forget. It's taken a turn you won't like I'm not showing it to you. It hurts but it is what it is. You caused the bloody trauma I had to sublimate. God, augh.

Fuck this piece of shit project. I bet it'll be problematic and suck regardless of what I do. This will not stop me from trying and I will kill myself in the process, goddammit!

[orcelito]

Tfw maintenance comes around (unannounced!!!!) and ruins your last hour of sleep (which you really needed, because you were already gonna be short on sleep!!!!) and they're gonna be back again tomorrow (which Sucks bc vet in the morning that I'm Already nervous about!!!!!!)

It was. To fix some of the water damage from the leaks. Which is. A good thing for them to do. But I just wish. They'd given me. Some God Damn Notice first.

[libraryoffern]

[because-its-eurovision]

I'm sorry you're feeling sick, I hope you'll get better soon so you can enjoy your holiday! 💙

Sending you all the healing vibes I can and a complimentary photo of my cat to hopefully brighten your day!

Mirko is so soft and beautiful and calm and ethereal and too good for this world 🥺🤲💕

[glittercorvid]

woke up to a loud thump and a yowl of distress, shot straight out of bed only to find a bobcat pawing at my window, trying to get to my poor kittens!

[hashire]

So exciting

I'm so excited

[silverwasafukintrainwreck]

“i wanna pull an all nighter :3” BUT NOT LIKE THISSSSSSSSSSSSS

[gender-dropout]

Y’all ever get so anxious you imagine ur current blorbo comforting you. Or. Or is that just me. If it is dont tell me

[ara-the-great]

Sylus when you come back from vacation (without him) is always a bit more touchy. His hugs last a bit longer and his kisses are a bit deeper. His hands are always lingering. Why? Because he missed your presence even though you were only gone for a week. He was like a clingy cat who hadn't seen his owner for a while.

Here you guys were cuddling in bed watching some weird true crime documentary and he was wrapped you like a blanket. He was basically rubbing his face against your face when cuddling and you swore you could hear him purr.

"Sylus?"

"yes sweetheart?" He paused to place a kiss on your cheeks. His arms still wrapped around you from behind. His had drawing little soothing circles on your arms.

"is it just me or are you acting like a cat" you said as you ruffled his hair

"the real cat is curled up in my lap" he kissed your neck while slowly creeping up to go tickle your sides.

"Don't you dare- DONT DO IT SYLUS EEK AAHHHAHAHAHA" you squealed as he began tickling you. You were starting to fear that it was going to become his go to attack to avoid a question.

"isn't a man allowed to enjoy his time with his woman when she was away for so long?" He chuckled

"It was merely a week!" You said calming down

"Torturous none the less" he ruffled your hair as he helped you back into his lap.

"Am I to assume you didn't like your gift then?" You had bought him a classical vinyl record, along with a few brooches and chains

One of his beautifully sculpted eyebrows quirked up. "Hmm on the contrary I liked it quite a lot " he whispered as he nipped your ears. "You would sing that for me wouldn't you? I'll consider it as a make up for all the time I missed your voice while you were gone."

[retiredteabag]

The soul does not lie

synopsis: Sukuna allows tedious nonsense when he can feel your soul's cravings.

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Though he hardly mentions it, Sukuna can, in fact, feel your soul in a way that a normal sorcerer never could. Knowing this helps to make sense of the fact that the man can always tell when you are distressed, even when you try to hide it.

You had discovered this little ability of his when he had come stomping in from the gardens one day while you watched unblinkingly at a horror film.

With your eyes only visible through the slots of your fingers you looked up to see him standing, arms crossed, in the entry way of his chambers.

"What is it that brings you fear?" He had thundered.

"W-what... no, nothing, I'm just watching a movie, see?" You flipped your phone around for the man too see but he did not take his eyes off your form.

"I do not repeat myself." His four eyes were squinted and his eyebrows arched in a dangerously attractive way.

"Kuna' it's a horror movie, that's all, I'm not really scared." You finally announced to the rolling of four red eyes.

"Your soul states otherwise." He quipped before drawing close to try and see what had your soul trembling so fearfully. He was disappointed, to say the least when he was unable to identify what was so "horrific" about your film.

And that marked the moment you realized that Sukuna was able to feel you in a way you could not understand.

Sukuna was NOT a gentleman, he was far, far from it. He loved to bring terror to the masses, very rarely did he allow another beings to so much as speak in his presence. He did, however, have "soft spots" for creatures that sparked his interest, and those remarkably loyal.

Even so, he did not make efforts to calm your nerves when you were anxious. He did not feel the slightest effect in his chest when your sorrow was palpable. He would certainly not allow for time to be wasted on your souls quivering's. That-was none of his concern.

It was not as if he was taking any actions when he allowed your pathetic "cuddling" nonsense when he felt the pangs of misery that surrounded your essence.

You had tried to hold him in the past but he did not see the use in wrapping oneself around another. Even so, he found himself pretending to sleep (even though he did not need it) when he sensed your desperation for his touch.

Likewise, when he could feel the shaky and childish excitement that bled from your soul when you were happy, he could not seem to help but humor you.

As mentioned, Sukuna does not require sleep like your helpless human form. Still, it was not uncommon for the king of curses to close his eyes, relaxing in his ultimate power. Be it when he bathes, when he is lounging on his palace's engawa, when he is seated on his throne, or even when he reclines himself along his chamber's bed.

Sukuna had his eyes closed one evening, feeling his power splay out from his body, grasping at the forms of everyone within his domain. When he sensed your spirit, quickly approaching his chambers.

He made the decision then to seem uninterested when you clambered through the doors.

He could hear the switch in your step as you drew in a breath, clearly forgetting what you had wished to say at the sudden image before you.

The bloodthirsty man had never looked more like a jungle cat, lying atop his bed in such a lazy fashion. He felt the exact moment your soul leapt. He knew you had covered your mouth as your heavy breathing had dulled despite your heartbeat climbing to unusual heights.

He knew of your antics. Having felt you chew on each of his biceps several times. You had that same giddiness now. It was simply that he did not care to move that he kept his eyes closed. Pretending not to notice as you took out your phone, your feet dancing around him. He'll allow you to take your ridiculous photos, he's too... relaxed... to... take issue with your senseless mischief.

He could tell you had finished when he heard you pocket your phone once more, your hands covering your beating heart, you leaned down, holding your breath. The king of curses had to keep himself from squishing his face in ....disgust.... as you planted a chaste kiss in the space between his lower eye and his upper lip.

"You're too precious." You quietly whisper. Brushing your hand softly through his hair. And Sukuna rolled his eyes behind his lids.

Such foolishness he has never seen. Even so- he will allow it.