#I CAN'T BE ALONE IN LOVING THIS ZOOMIE CAT

[foxxology]

therapy isn't enough i need people to be as obsessed with my dnd character as i am

[octopiys]

what happens if honey (reader) is home alone and theres a break in? or she's in any danger and Simon's not there haha hypothetically what happens 👁👁

ohhhh anon I love what you're thinking here

Lost and Found

Cw: panic attack, violence, blood, death (but its deserved) [not proofread]

Simon goes out of town for his job. He was lucky, he said, too have as much time off for that long while as he did.

He'd only be gone a few days.

Yeah, a few days, you can do that, right? Easy.

You had a ton of leftovers and still more food in the fridge. You should have enough dog food to keep the bowls full outside, and you can still go out in the yard.

You're not on house arrest while he's gone. You can still do whatever you want.

So for the first hour, you sat on the couch, staring at nothing while the duck slept in the box, and Scraggle settles right in your lap, yapping.

What could you do while he was gone? You were overwhelmed with possibility. What couldn't you do?

You missed him. Tears pricked your eyes, stung the waterline, you missed him.

So you do what you're good at, and cook about it.

Kinder to bury your sorrows in the stove than in the ground. What can you make?

There's fish in the freezer. You're not sure what kind it is, but it's only labeled with "price."

What the price is, you're not sure. But Simon would've told you if there was something you couldn't use, right? Maybe it's an expensive fish. Bagged in vacuum seal plastic..... yeah, it probably won't be missed.

You're frying tonight. You've got bread crumbs and oil, and a spare lemon from the fruit bowl. The sun is setting, and the first piece comes off as a test.

You try some of it, hissing at how hot it was, before making direct eye contact with Scraggle, who suddenly seems like it's never been fed in its life. You roll your eyes and slide some to the cat with a quiet warning of "It's hot!"

The cat paws at the piece of fish, before launching in a perfect vertical off the counter, yowling it's head off. It leaps off the counter, does a lap around the room, knocks a few sheets off the printer, launches back onto the counter– you can't help but watch, there was no way to stop it– takes the fish in it's mouth, and darts outside.

You stand in the kitchen, alone and in disbelief.

You look around, as if Simon could've seen that whole fiasco, before laughing softly to yourself.

(Those cameras prove interesting videos when there's a lull in the mission, or there's quiet time in the safehouse. He'll wait for you to tell him about it first. The cameras won't be mentioned.)

The fish and potatoes come off the stove, and you make yourself a plate. You set it at the table, before going to put a record on.

Simon had forgotten he had those. They were stowed away in the garage, with a bunch of old boxes that he still couldn't bare to look through yet.

He hears some old tunes playing from inside of the house, and freezes, memories jolting back to stun him.

He's stumbled into the house, using the walls to push him along, feeling weak in the legs and soft in the head, spinning out of control, until he sees you humming along in the kitchen, the soft sway of your hips to the tunes of an old song he can't remember the name of. You're tasting cookie dough from a spoon, lost in the bliss of it all. At peace. Safe.

He swallows roughly, a sting at his eyes unfamiliar, the tightness in his chest suffocating.

For the first time in years, he thinks the words: I miss my mom.

You hadn't noticed him enter then, those weeks ago, nor had you heard him leave. You sway your hips, moving rhythmically to the instrumental soundtrack as you made your way over to the table.

You were sure Barrow was asleep somewhere, and the smaller mutt with her (inseparable, they were), and Scraggle was off somewhere, recovering from its zoomies. Just you and the music to dinner, then.

By the time your dinner had finished, the dogs were out for the night. The bowls were full, and new blankets were layed out.

You decide to take a bath tonight. Simon said you could use his bathroom, and you wanted to maybe try and take full advantage of it.

When was the last time you had a proper bath? You didn't have any salts, but that's okay. There were a few candles in the cabinet in the kitchen, and your bodywash would bubble up the hot water enough.

You hum softly to yourself as you slip out of your clothes and into the warm water with a sigh. Relaxation slips into your being as the water spills over every inch of you, your hair not touching the water. Your book, the old copy of the Hobbit, finds it's way into your hands as you pick up where you left off. The music is still playing down the hall.

The pony is in the river– something breaks outside. Scraggle must've gotten on your plate, silly you for leaving it out.

The brothers go after the pony, ladden with supplies, but Kili-

The music ends abruptly.

You freeze, hairs on your arms standing straight up. Your stomach flips with sudden anxiety, despite virtually nothing happening.

Obviously, Scraggle must've unplugged the cord after hopping off the table where your plate was. Yeah, that was it.

–pony, ladden with sup–

Ice floods your veins at the realization. You were supposed to be alone in the house. Scraggle hadn't come back inside before you locked the back door.

You cover your mouth to stifle a gasp, scrambling out of the tub as quiet, and urgently, as you could. You slip back into whatever you were wearing before, it didn't matter if it had been dirty or not.

Did Simon keep weapons in the house? There were steak knives in the kitchen. The main phone line was in there, too.

Simon had an emergency phone in his night stand.

Something smashes and you jolt, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you move to peek around the lower corner of the bathroom door.

Shadows dance along the wall and your heart skips a few beats, dancing in your throat.

Had he come to find you?

N- no, you were safe here. Simon told you, he promised you were- what was the emergency dial for this region? You didn't know, could it change? You had to find the phone, and something to defend yourself with.

You held your breath, skin damp, still practically half naked, before darting across the room to the nightstand, and pulling it open soundlessly.

Inside were a few cords, a notepad, moisturizer, and a flip phone.

Of course it was a flip phone.

You open up the contacts tab, cringing at each small beep made by the keypad, tucked in the gap between Simon's large bed and the wall.

>JP

>JM

>KG

>Work

What do you choose? Who were these contacts?

You hear someone laugh, and tears spill down your cheeks. You can't go back, you can't, he couldn't find you this soon.

The phone is dialing. You don't remember which one you picked.

It answers on the second ring. No one speaks.

"...s- simon-" Your voice wobbles out, just below a whisper. Something else breaks, and a quiet sob leaves your mouth.

"Honey? Why're you-"

Relief breaks across you at the familiar gruffness of Simon's voice. Thank God he picked up.

"Someone- someone's in the house- two people- I d- don't know what-" You stumble over your words quickly, trying to tell him everything all at once. You can't breathe. "Need- your help, please-"

"Someone's in the house?" You can hear him stand. There's a bite in his voice, like the edge of a dagger, or the cold of a glacier, immobile. "Where are you?"

"Y- Yes, Simon, please-" You hiccup, stifling another sob with a hand over your mouth. You tell him you're in between his bed and the wall.

"There's a lockbox under the bed. Can you see it?" He asks you.

You scoot a bit, and peer under the bed. It's practically spotless, the gap between the bed and the floor just large enough to squeeze in if someone needed to get under there. You locate the box.

It's on the other side, closest to the door.

"I- I see it-" You whisper.

"Get in there. There's a code-"

You'd have to put yourself between the box and the door in order to open it. They were just down the hall, how they hadn't made their way back here yet, you didn't know. Then they'd catch you, they'd catch you for sure if you left your spot right here, and drag you all the way back- they'd push you through the fields, and the miles of woods, oh god, they'd make you go back to him. They'd make you go back to-

"Honey-"

You're hyperventilating, thinking yourself into a hole. There's no way that you could see yourself getting out of here in the way you want.

"Honey!"

You snap back into it. Lockbox.

"S- Sorry- I can reach it, let me just-" You take a deep breath to steady yourself, and push yourself under the bed. You reach, and can't touch it, so you dig harder, push yourself a little more until your fingertips graze the cold metal of the box, and you tug it towards your, curling in on yourself to open the box.

You punch in the code, open the box, and–

A hand wraps around your ankle and yanks with a sick pop, pulling you out from under the bed. You scream, your phone clattering into the box. You see it close, watching in horror as the bed disappears from above you, your shoulder catching on the underside of the bed on the way out.

You immediately turn, fight or flight kicking in, and lash out, screaming. Your fingers dig into the man's throat, you can't see, before his arm rears back and strikes you across the face.

You don't remember hitting the floor.

You come to, the coarseness of the carpet scratching your back, rugburn. You twitch, blinking the bleariness out of your eyes before writhing, you're being dragged by your legs. You kick out, screaming, turning to grab the walls, or nearest piece of furniture. A book on the ground, you launch it at the head of the man, covered in a ski mask.

He yelps out, dropping you, and you scramble to your feet, head spinning, before you launch yourself back down the hallway.

There's a man in your house.

You find another man in Simon's room. He's got the box open at his feet.

You lunge at him, screaming, your mind blank with fear, or rage or- well, there are men in your house. They want to hurt you.

Who would care for your animals if you were gone?

You don't know how, but the gun is in your hands.

There's blood, and there's a lot of it, and you can't tell how much of it is yours.

There is a man, in your house.

You rise shakily to your feet, heart thudding in your ears. You turn to the doorway of Simon's room.

You make your way out of the room, a heavy limp to your step, your hips ache in the curve of your legs, a dull pain muted by adrenaline.

No one. No one will hurt your animals. No one will hurt your house.

Lucky for you, the man meets you halfway. His nose is bleeding, and you raise your gun at him.

He stops, leaning against the wall as he smiles, the blood from his nose staining his teeth.

"Cmon, Baby, you don' know what yer doin'... Jus' drop the gun. I'll help you out, Baby, cmon Baby, jus-" He coos at you, like you're helpless.

There's a yowl, and a flash of cat, and Scraggle appears from almost nowhere, sinking it's toothy mouth into the man's ankle. He shouts out, hopping up onto one foot, flinging his other wildly. Scraggle shoots up into the air, before landing on its feet, hissing erratically.

The man starts forward towards your cat.

"Why you little-"

There's another flash.

You sink to the ground, your head in a pounding agony. You can't hear anything past the ringing in your ears, the loud screech leftover by a fired gunshot in close quarters. You can't hear, can't breathe.

You're bleeding, somewhere, you don't know if you can find out the source.

Scraggle curled up in your lap, purring and licking at your hand.

Did you see, mother. Did you see how good Scraggle has done. Defended the home front, all alone, no help at all, did you see how good Scraggle has done? Praise it, praise it mother, feed it extra tonight, Scraggle deserves it, bested the beasts by itself, it did-

Your eyes drag over to the body of the man in the hall, and you do nothing about it. A kind of satisfaction fills you, like sweet rot, mossy mildew in your chest. Your hand rests on Scraggle, who was completely unharmed.

There's a slight smile on your face as the medicine kicks in, and you nestle in closer to Simon. The questions will come later, sleep is now. No one hurts your animals.

You blink, and someone's crouching in front of you, cradling your head in his hands. You hum, tired enough to not bother opening your eyes. He opens them for you, shining a bright light, and you flinch back with a whine.

He's pressing his forehead to yours the second the light disappears, mumbling something you still can't hear.

You mouth his name, or say it, you can't tell, and lean into the warmth that is Simon. Your face is wet with fresh tears, and everything hurts, fix it Simon, please-

He pulls you into his arms, Scraggle brushing up against you, purring. You can't hear it, but you can feel the vibrations of your favorite little critter, trying to do it's best to help heal you.

You're carried to your room and sat in your bed, Simon wrapping your shoulder in bandages– when did he get those?– and looking at your ankle. You're sleepy, you lean against him, seeking warmth body heat and comfort. He wraps his arms around you, and you fall under, your eyes drifting shut as you start to snooze against him.

You didn't seem to make the connection that there was more than one person helping him out, no matter how they got there so quickly.

John sticks his head into the room as you fall asleep, spotting Gaz on the floor trying to set your ankle, and Simon behind you, holding your sleeping form.

"She alright?"

"Yeah, sir. Just a bit roughed up. Where's Soap?" Simon rumbles, voice noticeably quieter.

Scraggle jumps up on the bed, nesting between you both. Blessings and healing to mother, blessing to father-

"Takin' out the trash." John responds. "Mind if we crash here for the night, once we get it all cleaned up?"

"Not in the least. There's pasta in the fridge, Cap'n."

And no one calls you Baby.

masterlist

[riririnnnn]

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Disclaimer: This piece of writing isn't supposed to be looked through the lenses of a cat expert. Everything is just for fun.

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Cat Lock! Blue Lock characters as Cats!

-> Michael Kaiser

❍ You found him in a dumpster. I don't make the rules, it's canon—trust me, Kaneshiro-san himself told me.

❍ High maintenance. Doesn't eat low quality cat food, but will munch the leftovers from your plate as if it were the last meal he is having.

❍ Will hiss at anyone who isn't you.

❍ Will not allow anyone to touch him except you.

❍ Glares at you when you smell like any other cat.

❍ Your lap? No, it's his lap since the day he first touched them with his paws. He has claimed it for himself and even Gods can't change his mind.

❍ Bites you during minor inconveniences, but at the end of the day, he always leaves his bed to sleep on your fucking face.

❍ Very photogenic.

❍ Headbutts to ask for head pats and looks at you as if they are his birth rights. (They are.)

-> Mikage Reo

⊂⊃ Pathetic wet cat. Very pathetic (affectionate).

⊂⊃ Whines a lot.

⊂⊃ You smell like some other cat? Whines. You smell like someone else? Whines. You came one minute extra late from your work? WHINES.

⊂⊃ Will collect coins or any circular coin-like thing and proudly gives them to you.

⊂⊃ Cuddling 24/7. Will knead biscuits on your cheeks.

⊂⊃ Will lick your face 24/7.

⊂⊃ CLINGY!

⊂⊃ Stays by the door and whines, "Meow? Meow?" for a good 10 minutes after you go outside and leave him alone.

⊂⊃ Will not appreciate you bringing a lover home 'cause that way, you don't give him attention 24/7.

⊂⊃ Will get in between of you and your lover's cuddling time.

-> Kurona Ranze

⛧ tiny.

⛧ Sharp teeth and claws.

⛧ Nibbles on your fingers daily. Don't worry, he is very careful.

⛧ However, if you fake hurt, he'll stop immediately.

⛧ Then will look at you with a sorry expression and give little licks on the bite marks. Will also bring his favourite plush toy and give it to you as an apology.

⛧ Loves your warmth and wants to stay nestled against your chest.

⛧ Patiently waits for you to get back home and always greets you at the door with a small, "Meow~"

⛧ Never refuses your head pats.

⛧ Loves to watch TV with you, especially those TV shows related to Sharks.

-> Bachira Meguru

ღ ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES! ZOOMIES!

ღ Very energetic.

ღ Doesn't understand human furnitures much, so he bonks himself into them during his zoomies.

ღ Doesn't understand the concept of personal space. Will barge into the bathroom while you try to take a dump.

ღ Will try to slurp your bathwater.

ღ Treats! Treats! Treats!

ღ Snuggles up at the crook of your neck to take a nap.

ღ Will proudly bring bugs, lizards, mice and some snakes to you as a gift.

ღ Wakes you up in the morning by jumping all over you and licking your face.

ღ Will try to feed you his cat treats and cat food.

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Hope everything is in character.

Might make more for other characters.

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[multi-fandom-agereg]

🥩 Baby Luffy !!

🍉 ! A gift for @beaistiny, rlly!. I realize when i posted one peice I didn't get to give Luffy a chance. So hopefully this does justice

🍋 ! Cw : a hc surrounding Luffy angst (him being sad whenever he regresses)

🥩 : Luffy is basically a little in denial. Always was, always will be. He believes that if he was a regressor it will make him seem too "soft" as the king of pirates

🥩 : Sanji is the reason Luffy found out about his regression— or at least Sanji was the first to point out the signs

🥩 : if Luffy was a little he'd be both a young kid and big kid regressor. His age range being 2-9. No matter how young he is, he'll always be a big boy

🥩 : regresses because of the stress of being a captain and also getting in constant fights that make him drained

🥩 : Luffy is very vulnerable when hes little, and because of it he gets fussy and upset because of the past when he physically was a kid. since he grew up with his grandad forcing his future for him, left a permanent sour taste in his mouth. Leaving Luffy with unpleasant flashbacks and doubts of his own professionalism

🥩 : luckily, Luffy isn't alone. With help from everyone around the strawhats, he'll feel better eventually! Sanji cooks his comfort foods, Chopper is a cuddle and nap buddy, Zoro is the physical activity setter. (Open to play active games like wrestling, tag, hide and seek, peekaboo, etc), Robin and Nami make sure he Doesn't get hurt and finally, Usopp is comfort

🥩 : heavily prefers sippy cups over bottles at any age

🥩 : he is either a hyper and active little or a sleepy and quiet one. When he's up and active he'll most likely cause a mess in any room hes in. he can't help it! He's like a cat that has zoomies. When he isn't he's nonverbal, prefers to nap all day and likes to be carried if he can help it

🥩 : his little self has a habit on picking up Chopper very randomly before carrying him into his own room, cuddling him to his chest before taking a 5 hour nap. This is more common on his nonactive days, but sometimes when he is hyper, he'd carry chopper around like a stuffie

🥩 : loves Apple juice but has a grudge against apples for some reason.. he doesn't have a reason to, he just says "because I don't like it" and that's that

🥩 : tends to regress with Sanji sometimes! Will get him into his mischief and they both end up in trouble.. most of the time

[entamewitchlulu]

I wasn't initially going to say anything, but i. honestly, i really just, could use some emotional support, i guess.

there's an awful lot going on in my life right now that's making me pretty miserable. to top it off, I recently got news from my dad that our dog, Indiana's health has gotten a pretty bad prognosis. the long story short is, he could possibly have cancer, and while there's surgery that could help, he's 15 years old, and even the prep exam for the surgery could be fatal for him. so it's unlikely that we'll end up going through with it, and a really hard decision has to be made about whether to let him go now while things are still mostly okay, or wait until things deteriorate.

I moved away from home for the first time just six months ago, and one of the things I was most upset about was leaving my dog behind, knowing he was getting old. I live an hour and a half away from home now, and I have been able to go home to visit just once in that time. I've seen him only once in the last six months.

Indiana is everything to me. I know he can't be with us forever, but the pain of not being able to be there during the last months of his life is destroying me. I have no idea what things are going to look like, if we'll have another year or two with him being in the world, or if I'm looking at a world where he isn't there anymore as soon as the next few weeks. I'm working 40 hours a week and I have a cat to think about now, so I can't just drop everything and go home to be near him for a while as much as I want to.

I'm not asking for anything in this post like surgery money or anything. Just......support, I guess. Living alone means there's no one to give me a hug most days, and I'm coping badly with it all. It's just another piece of bad news that's breaking me, and all I want is to feel a little less alone in facing it.

I just want people to know how much I love him. He is the sweetest, kindest, most loving dog I've ever known. He was found in a junkyard living in a truck and when we adopted him he didn't even have a name, just a number which was the date he was taken in by the shelter. He has a tiny little tail that wiggles like crazy when he's happy. He loves sitting in the car, not even to go anywhere, just to hang out. He's a huge fan of cheese and memorized the sound of a cheese stick opening so that he could get a small bite of mine whenever I had one. He's so good at "shake" that when you have a treat for him, he will paw the air wildly with one paw and then the other to show you just how good he is at doing it and how much he deserves his treat. Sometimes he gets the zoomies so insanely that he has to bolt all around the yard, in and out the door so fast that you'd think he was a cheetah in another life. He can turn on a dime. He's scared of fireworks and loud sounds because we made the mistake of taking him with us to a historical reenactment once and all the muskets and cannons scared him. He learned how to pull a cart once but we never kept up with it. He knows the word "rabbit" and loves to chase them around but never catches them. When he's happy to see you he'll press his whole head into your knees and lean so much that he almost knocks you over. He likes to press his whole body against you. When he lays down he sometimes splays his paws out to either side like a seal. His favorite toy is his stuffed rabbit and he cuddles with it all by himself.

I love him, so, so, so, so much. I can't be with him right now and it's killing me. I'm grieving him before he's even gone because I can't comprehend a world where he isn't in it and I don't know how else to prepare myself.

I don't know how to end this. He's still with us right now, but I don't know for how much longer. Please hug your pets for me tonight. Hold them close and remind them how much you love them. We don't get to have them in our lives forever as unfair as it is. I only wish it could be a little longer.

[bonefall]

This is definitely one thing I adore about this au is all of us getting minorly obsessed with the blorbo of the week. Canon gave them nothing so they are ours now. Leaftail and hallowflight are in the worst stage of flirting the lake has ever seen and we are all loving it, parsleyseed hit the brick and good for them!!!

MAN IT's like, my pettiest gripe with Canon!WC, it's so much fun they've got this HUGE cast and are so afraid to just do something cute and interesting with a background character. Why is it that the only characterization the little guys get is shouting a random slur at a gathering u_u ?

It's fun just picking a random guy in the background to blast with a personality, man.

Mintflower the sheep dad, from the Tribe, AND he's balding. Literally what is not to like?

Plumstone and Thriftear, jokey girl and serious Fire Alone inheritor, with their good-cat-bad-cat routine

Shellfur the jackass trying to learn how to be nice and his wife Fernstripe, who can't cook

Hallowflight and his zoomies

Leaftail who is SEETHING at stupid sexy zoomy man

Rabbitleap and road safety

Happyface and his parents' messy divorce

Snaketooth and Flowerscar

Houndstar the theologian menace

HoundLEAP the whore

Blorbo of the Week is fun lmaoo

Btw I have this old post on fun little BB!details if you want more

[jihyocentric]

jeonghyo are a puppy x a kitty in the way tiny kittens are obsessed with big dogs, climbing over them and using them as a bed, like those videos of big dogs being slightly scared of kittens

mohyo are puppy x kitty in a cats vs dogs dynamic, a puppy trying to play with the kitty for its attention but the kitty thinks its annoying, the kitty smacking the heck out of the puppy, hiding in places where the dog can’t reach, etc

sahyo are a puppy x a kitty in a “friends since babies” cuddly playful relationship, like a shiba and a black cat doing zoomies together

bonus: owner nayeon dealing with the puppy pack + 1 bratty princess kitty hyo

this is perfect and SOOO on point!!! i swear i was in such a sfw mood before this ask.

now i'm thinking about nayeon having to separate the four of them when they try to knot jihyo (and jihyo will usually let jeongsa do that, not momo, only when she's jealous that momo went for nayeon instead of her). it's hard because it's a bratty kitty saying she doesn't want a knot when she was the one teasing them in the first place vs three silly puppies who don't understand jihyo was merely messing around with them.

what jeongmosa get from jihyo would be very limited: jeongyeon gets her because jihyo is obsessed with her, her size (in more ways than one), sana might be able to knot her if jihyo is in the mood and momo only gets to knot jihyo if jihyo is either jealous or hurt (from momo looking for nayeon instead of her or just ignoring jihyo because she's hurt from being played with).

or maybe sana is the only one who gets to knot her because momo is momo and jihyo loves to play with her until she can't take it anymore and jeongyeon could be hard to persuade (she might not get mad if she wakes up and jihyo is riding her or has her in her mouth though).

no matter what, nayeon would have a really hard time. especially in a scenario where jihyo is in heat and doesn't want any of them to knot her. maybe they fought or something, so jihyo's upset and doesn't want them, and nayeon has to deal with her alone. there could also be instances where the pups have their rut together and jihyo, who can barely take one of them when in rut, isn't enough, so nayeon has to step in and take care of them. so many possibilities 🤫

[gh-woah-st]

Kitty Dew Tidbits

Some important little things @sphylor, @divine-misfortune, and I have said that probably won't make its way into a post on its own.

This got long so there's a second post with puppy Mountain here

So Sphy did end up talking about the hats thing but I had already compiled this list so instead have some pictures of kitty Dew's hats

Also mentioned in that post is the shark onesie, which kitty Dew LOVES. It was originally Rain's so it's a bit big on him, but that makes it even more perfect because it smells like Rain and the sleeves are long enough to flap around

This one is a direct copy and paste because no summary will capture it correctly

Rain does that thing where he'll stick his tongue out a little when he's focused and Dew always mirrors it "oh its time for bleps now? ok!!" Rain: :p Dew: :p

Dew is captivated by videos of birds at bird feeders and sits as close to the TV as possible to bap at the birds

(one time they had to replace the TV because he tried to pounce on a bird and broke it)

(The first time he saw a bird outside the window he nearly got a concussion by pouncing at it head on)

Rain and Dew also sometimes watch ocean documentaries in bed on Rain's laptop, and Rain has to keep his arms around Dew to keep him from trying to attack the fish. Maybe also to hold a cuddly kitty, but mostly to keep him from pouncing... definitely

Speaking of sleepy kitty Dew, he has a very specific bedtime and if he and Rain aren't cuddled up in bed by that time he will meow incessantly at Rain, even herding him to their room if he's tired enough or Rain takes too long

He also never sleeps normally. There's a shared photo album with all the ghouls specifically for pictures of Dew in the oddest, most uncomfortable looking positions ever. Conversations in which Rain says "idk, I've gotten used to it" or Dew says "ooohh. So that's why my back hurts so much" are very common

He likes to sit in freshly made laundry, just napping the day away. It's warm and smells like his pack, so why wouldn't he nap there?

Every once in a while, really just often enough for it to not lose its novelty, if someone accidentally runs into kitty Dew, someone else will recite the Miette post for Dew

That's normally only when Dew didn't even notice he was bonked into. When he does, he puts on the biggest show of being hurt for attention, kisses, and cuddles. He does that every time he falls over, plays too hard, or anything else that could "hurt" him. If they had to pay infirmary bills Dew would be the cause for all of them from that alone.

Every time he goes outside, kitty Dew finds a rock to add to his collection. These rocks range from a piece of sidewalk that chipped off to something actually beautiful, and they are equally important

He also likes to steal buttons off people's clothes without them noticing. He stashes them under his bed, then after a while (when he remembers about the stash) Dew will put them in a box specifically for his buttons

The abbey only has door knobs, which kitty Dew can't figure out how to use, so Rain installed a handle for their bedroom door

"How to interact with Kitty Dew," a guide for new kids (Phantom)

1. Actually get close to him and let him cuddle up to you 2. He likes being scratched behind his horns 3. If you can't tell what he wants just sit or lay down and let him curl up to you, entertain himself, or direct you to what he wants 4. If he stretches to expose his belly this is NOT an invitation to pet him there. It is actually a dastardly trap (Proof: Swiss has scars) 5. DO NOT upset him you might actually die 6. Stop tensing up whenever he goes near you he's literally a cat what is he actually going to do 7. He really likes trying to catch your tail if you swish it across the floor 8. You gotta let him catch your tail eventually though otherwise he'll get stressed and WILL bite you. Also make sure to give him lots of praise when he catches it 9. Do not give him caffeine. He will get zoomies² and you will move up on Rain's hit list (Proof: Swiss has scars from that too)

He tried to fight the tinsel on the Christmas tree once. He was found with the smuggest face and tinsel everywhere on him

If he's feeling extra silly he likes to roly poly around (links to twitter)

Dew constantly bonks Rain's mouth to ask for kisses then just looks up at him expectantly. After he gets his kiss he holds little mousey out so it can get a kiss too

Sometimes when Rain goes to kiss Dew he will lightly bite Rain's nose instead, giggling like crazy when he pulls back

Rain reads to kitty Dew a lot. Mostly kids chapter books so that Dew can follow along

Rain often wakes up to kitty Dew staring at him, inches away from his face

Though if Dew gets tired of waiting for Rain to wake up, he'll start playing with Rain's plushes and slowly start batting them closer and closer to Rain's face to "accidentally" wake him up

Sometimes when Dew plays with his toys he makes quiet chirping sounds to himself, like he's talking to them or making them talk

Mountain going puppy triggers Dew's kitty brain and vice versa. This causes a lot of problems when one of them has work to do

[blood-red-ocean]

Anna is a sweetheart and I'd die for her! I absolutely love language barrier trop but can't help and think how she'd be with a reader who knows her mother language? I myself know Russian so I'm curious. Poor baby would probably cry from happiness having reader who understands her.

Lady D is such a cat! I'm laughing my ass off here imagining her proudly showing her kills to maiden! She would take it way too seriously though, I imagine haha

Okay first of all, lemme apologise for the Russian in the fic, I used to know someone who would proofread for me and translate for me but we fell out 😭

I think after spending so much time alone in the Entity's Realms, she would be doubly excited because 'oh my gods someone here knows my language? I can connect with someone here??' Of course she loves teaching the reader her language but I think she'd do zoomies around the forest if someone already knew Russian 🥹 Making me wanna get back into trying to learn it again 😅

I honestly see it going one of two ways - either the reader is concerned and a little terrified but thanks her nonetheless and is grateful that Lady D loves her that much, or reader is as bloodthirsty as Lady D and is just 'FUCK YEAH THATS MY HUNTRESS' and they end up using the skull as a chip bowl or something

[survivingxbunny]

As a Wesker simp I mist send every ask possible for wesky daddy so start with Headcannons plz and thx

We all love Daddy Wesker in this house

~~~Wesker Headcanons part 1~~~

Surprisingly he isn't a big coffee drinker, he actually prefers tea over it. It's not because coffee has a bitter taste, just he doesn't care for the flavor all that much.

2. I'd like to think he has some sort of visual impairment, even before being inflicted with Ouroboros, because when we first see him he's wearing sunglasses even indoors. With his training though it doesn't prevent him from using any weapons or really have much trouble doing what he has to do but he probably can't handle brightly lit rooms or being outside during a sunny day for too long without his sunglasses.

3. A follow up to the last one, he probably has either prescription glasses or at least readers when he's home reading or when he's alone and reading files.

4. He's more of a cat person than a dog person. Sure he doesn't mind dogs but cats are more independent he doesn't have to worry often about what they're doing unlike a dog who could get the zoomies and wreck havoc for him to clean up which...Isn't his ideal pet situation.

5. Seeing Chris and Jill in the fog he took great amusement in it...Finally he could get at them without aid of the others. Of course he's aware Claire, Rebecca, Leon and Carlos are also in the fog but it's those two in particular he's looking forward to facing again.

6. Can we talk about his voice lines?? They radiate top energy so fucking hard, this man only tops unless you're lucky then maybe just maybe he'll let you top him but he's still going to be in control during all of it.

[escapismkidnappedme]

Having a cat as an ESA is funny and weird, but incredibly rewarding.

I was crying, hugging him tight and promising to always love him, something I still promise, but he only wanted to be free because why is this 'big crying human trapping me?' but after I let him go and he ran around the room for his nightly zoomies, he noticed I was doom scrolling on Tumblr and being completely silent, something I only ever truly do when I'm overwhelmed with too many emotions, and he started pawing at me to pet him.

Who knows if he's just a cuddly guy who wants to go to bed after a long day of doing nothing (very stressful day for him) but he just stood there, letting me pet him and purring. Reminding me that I'm still here, he's still here, and he's not leaving.

He's done this ever since I first got him, I got a really bad sunburn and could do nothing but lay in bed and cry, then panic attack after panic attack he just...kept doing it.

I'm not saying he doesn't like the attention from it, and I'm not saying cats don't immediately want your attention when you're not paying attention to them, but I am saying that when he does this, or when he tries to push my legs under a blanket when it's late and he's ready to sleep, it becomes more of a reason why I say he keeps me emotionally stable.

I have to keep a job to pay rent and pay for him. So I have to go to work. I have to be alive so I can feed him, so I eat food and drink water. He licks my face a lot, so I have to remember to take care of my hygiene and wash said face. I can't stay in bed all day, because then he'll never get fed. If I take my meds, he gets a treat, and he loves greenies so we both take our 'meds'.

I don't know if he's made any of these calculations, other than 'meow for food, wait, and get food, lick because it doesn't smell like me, I want a treat, so you take your treats. I want to sleep, move so I'm comfortable,' but I like to think he knows.

He's this dumb little emotionally intelligent creature that I adopted because I've always lived with pets and living without one felt weird. I got him from a shelter and didn't think much more than 'oh he's so sweet and won't leave me alone, I love him,' but whether it was some strange coincidence or cosmic plan, he keeps me human. He keeps me sane. And he's the perfect little eight pound creature for being in a crisis.

[living-my-future-past-life]

The Right Thing

Sometimes, the right thing hurts. I can't say all the right choices will hurt, but this one does. It wasn't the right thing when I pretended to say goodbye to someone I love for the sake of their safety, but it sure did hurt, and it was the right thing for them... Just not for me.

But this... nearly a year ago I moved out under the premise I could start a life in a house with my ex partner. The house is lovely, it would've made a good home, if, for me, it wasn't riddled with pain.

I signed the lease, and my ex was meant to move with me eventually... But, that never happened, and the house became the site of many pains for me. I moved and built all the furniture here on my own, he never helped, this house became a place where I did everything alone when I shouldn't have had to.

Later it became the location where I had a concussion from a panic attack that my ex caused. It became the location where I cried all the time. It was the location where I lost my job, where I was assaulted by a neighbour, where I lost a client and a friend. It was the site where I was sexually harrassed by 2 maintenance workers.

Today, I finally decided that a month from now, I will not live here. That I will be gone from this place. And yet, I cry. The spiders in the kitchen, a small happiness because they end up in odd places and it makes me laugh. The zoomies my cat gets across the living room and up the stairs because she has the freedom, that step in the bathroom that is never quite right...

All the weird, spooky stuff that happened that inspired my writing concepts and helped me grow as a person, the solitude that finally gave me a chance to heal and grow.

But, those little things I love, are not big enough in comparison to how haunted this house is by those who abused and assaulted me, to how the heating never seems to work properly in the winter, how there are so many faults and things never fully working. A house full of memories, and a place that helped me grow. A place I spent a year of my life, and I did need this, I needed this house for this year. But, now I have to be ready to say goodbye to it. It is sad, I will mourn it, but I will remember it. Every lesson and every weird moment I spent here.

This year was a year of growth, learning, and healing, and I needed this broken, weird, unstable house because when I found it, I was too. But I'm not anymore, and I have outgrown it... I am moving onto bigger and better things.

I'll spend New Years Eve packing up things and mourning all this, what was... And mourning 2023... Because this year has been a year I have hated with every fibre of my being. But, it's also been the year of the most impact for me, I grew so much in 2023, learned so much about myself, and I became myself.

I'll say goodbye to this house as I say goodbye to 2023. I'm a little scared of what comes next, but I am also a little excited too. I hope it's better, and, I hope whoever moves in here next, will find this house to be as healing and changing as me.

[silly-fox-and-its-stuffies]

no I can't sleep I have the late night adhd zoomies but I'm sad during them :(

my bio mom made fun of my voice

i bothered these two people by having a crush on someone and they're already with someone and probably made them both feel bad even tho they were setting boundaries

i made mac and cheese and its doesn't taste as good as usually

i wanna draw but I have a stupid ass Amazon fire tablet with no good drawing apps, let alone any good apps on the appstore and I barely have storage either way

I miss my pets that died and my cat my bio parents took back to the shelter

i feel like a failure bc I can't even clean bones right

I dont think my bio parents love me

im a polyfragmented did system?? instead of osdd? so that's fun /s

to go along with that I have horrible memory and I can't even take pictures bc of low storage

i feel like my partners don't love me enough bc I see all these other perfect qprs and people dating who get each other flowers and cuddle and stuff and all my relationships are long distance or the person doesn't care enough or have the ability to really do anything but talk to me

people are making a bunch of fucking noise eating

idek my own religion

my sister won't shut the fuck up and keeps talking and I don't hear any of it bc I'm zoning out

yeah that's not all but I dont wanna bother you even more its already long sorry sorry sorry sorry

why does nothing ever end up working for me. at this rate I won't even be able to go to pride in another city.

[altocat]

Hi! You know me, but this my first time in your ask box! I'm not sure if you've done this already, but in terms of the single joke we all love for Sephiroth that is 10000% untrue, IF his eyes actually widened like a cat's when he's happy or excited, how do the other Firsts react to seeing it for the first time? Poor Sephiroth probably gets flustered as hell getting mocked or persistent questions for the ONE thing he hid from the cameras (because he hates photos. Leave him alone)

Can either be a short story of the first time it happened or a list of headcanons, I'm down for either! I love your writings!

Good to see you!! And thanks for your ask 🥰

Sephiroth's cat eyes are easily my fave feature about him. So unique! And for as unsettling as they are, they also give way to so many completely ridiculous scenarios.

-Angeal and Genesis noticed it within seconds of meeting him. Angeal, in all honesty, was kind of freaked out. They aren't human eyes after all. Genesis was mostly just kind of dazzled. So pretty. Otherworldly. Like some kind of supernatural entity.

-And then they do the cat thing and they both start laughing their asses off.

-Sephiroth's eyes shift whenever he's trying to focus. He can see in the dark and they are very useful for that. They're also good at detecting hidden enemies. BUT they also enlarge to HUGE proportions whenever he's happy, excited, or just really curious about something. It's freaky for newbies and completely adorable for his friends.

-He can't do it on command. If you try to force him into doing it, you will get angry slit eyes of DOOM.

-There have been several times where he's given a big commanding dramatic speech and his stupid eyes have completely ruined the moment and tone.

-Flashy photos are definitely a no. Not just because of the sensory overload or pupil changes but because he also associates it with whenever Hojo's inspecting him, constantly shining shit in his face.

-Seeing those eyes glowing in the dark is probably the thing nightmares are made of.

-Seph's pupils shift slightly throughout the day. Because he's mildly nocturnal and his thoughts and energy are more active after nightfall, his pupils are more inclined to get rounder sometime after midnight.

-As a complete crack-canon, Genesis likes working him up, staying up late and either goading him on or way overhyping him until he's in full zoomie mode, eyes blown, running marathons around the building.

-After his "death" and subsequent merge with Jenova, his pupils stop shifting, nor does he blink. It's like his eyes are completely frozen, locked in the same perpetual stare of complete and total malice.

[seasidepierre]

You wanted distractions and likes cats? Oh oh please can you do which cats the drivers would have and which would just cuddle and which transformed their home entierly into cat enrichment? Or the drivers as cats if that hits you fancy?

All the hugs to you also <3

Okay, I can't pretend I know all the drivers enough to be able to do many of them, but here we go:

Pierre :

This cat has socks and therefore, Pierre named him ✨ Chaussette ✨. Very inspired, this one. Chaussette is a chill guy, he wants to eat, sleep, play a little, repeat. Nothing bothers him, to be honest. When Pierre's little nephews and nieces come, Chaussette will happily act as a pillow, get scratches and play with the kids despite being tugged at his fur. When they're just the two of them, Pierre lets Chaussette jump on the kitchen counters and sleep on his bed with him. Chaussette will gladly entertain guests who want him to interact but knows about boundaries and will let alone guests who don't like cats. The epitome of the cool cat. Pierre got him a bed but quickly realised there was nothing that Chaussette liked more than his comforter, so he got rid of it. He did buy one of those feathered toys but Chaussette got into his drawers and found an old stuffed animal that a fan gifted him. Chaussette gets sad when the little duck disappears underneath the couch, so Pierre has to move around furniture every now and then to rescue the ducky and Chaussette is very grateful for that.

Charles :

Probably called him something Disney related but in French, like Tigrou (Tigger). V v cliché of him but who cares? He'd play piano and Tigrou would be lying on top of it or next to him on the bench. At some point, he tried to teach Tigrou how to play, holding his little paws in his head and pressing the touches. Needless to say, Tigrou learned how to walk on the keys and sleep on them and that's pretty much it, but Charles doesn't mind. He probably found him at a shelter when he wanted to adopt a puppy but found this kitten and thought "You know what? Maybe I'll take this one home instead". He bought a little cat tree and some toys but Tigrou would much rather sleep on the couch or his bed and play with a chord that Charles has no idea where he found. When Charles isn't home, his mother gets to feed Tigrou.

Daniel :

Daniel found this nutcase in the streets of Monaco as a kitten and took pity of him. He had no idea what to feed him at first but the cat ended up munching on his Chicken McNuggets, which earned him the name of Nugget. Nugget is a complete psycho and despite the fact that Daniel bought a scraper and toys, he has obliterated half of his furniture. He also has the bad habit of chewing on Daniel's toes when he's asleep. Daniel sports traces of Nugget's little canines on his hands like it's no big deal but he's lucky enough to be able to cuddle Nugget whenever Nugget allows him to. Nugget talks a pretty big game but he's a dumbass floof at best, getting the zoomies at 3 in the morning and headbutting in doors like he's doing parkour.

Esteban :

I know for a fact that Esteban has a black cat, so this one wasn't too much of a trouble. The underrated of them all. Esteban and Minuit get along like there's nothing else that matters in the world but each other. Esteban facetimes Minuit when he's away and Minuit is staying at his parents'. When they're together, they spend their days lounging on the bed or on a sunbed, Esteban reading and Minuit getting his much needed scratches. Esteban finds peace and comfort in Minuit's purr and Minuit loves his lanky human who feeds him the best chicken around. Two underrated beings, they were bound to love each other.

George :

Not even gonna lie, this cat is fancy and she knows it. V v old money vibes exudes from her. Got a posh name like Florence. George treats Florence like royalty and she will remind everyone that she is. George got her when a family member couldn't take care of her anymore and despite his busy schedule, once he saw her, he couldn't let her go to anyone else. He didn't change anything in his house for Florence, but she knows she has authority over anything. The couch is hers when she decides it is. She will get her food at a very precise hour, thank you very much. Very precious. The equivalent of a posh person, but as a cat.

Nicky :

You can't trust Turtle with your food. That's something Nicky learned a while ago when he got the multicolored cat. Despite looking moody and mad 24/7, Turtle is pretty chill and she will leave Nicky in peace. She'll hang in his office when he plays online on his sim and if Nicky's lucky, she will jump on his thighs and sleep there. Nicky tried to spoil her rotten with a nice bed and toys but Turtle likes to hide underneath his bed to sleep and she will legit disappear for hours on him. Once, he thought Turtle was lost. She hadn't come home in more than three days. He was freaking out, big times. Turns out, Turtle was living under the couch and coming out at night to nibble on her cat food.

Valtteri :

Valtteri is the EPITOME of the cat dad. His entire house is meant for Ari and he will let everyone know. Ari is his phone's lockscreen. He has socks that have Ari's face on them. He bought a cat tree, toys, a bed and a very high-tech litter box. Ari is his world and he couldn't care less that he looks like a lunatic. He bought Ari a bucket hat with little holes so that Ari's ears peak out of it. He walks Ari with a harness. He brings Ari on bike rides, in a little basket in front of his bike. Valtteri loves Ari so much it's ridiculously endearing.

[mylazyreactions]

Sole gets a cat! Companions react!

Sole gets a cat!

Cait: “Just don’t let the furry thing barf in my shoes.” Overall, she appreciates the cat's independence and the fact it normally leaves her alone. When no one's looking she does slip them a bit of fish. Can't ever say she didn’t give nothing. Gets a kick out of seeing it wig out on catnip.

Codsworth: Oh god help him all that cat hair. Well, he does sorta live for this so it can’t be too bad. “Never worry mum/sir, ill ensure your precious feline is groomed to the highest standard!” You know those people that make stuff out of pet fur? Yeah, he does that. Very nice though!

Curie: “Oh what a sweet thing! How unusual for it to be unradiated like this, I would very much like to examine them more closely!” It’s too late, that’s her cat now. No take-backs. Shes the first to offer to watch over it anytime Sole has to leave without her. It’s now her little assistant.

Danse: “I would advise you get them a collar of some sort before it wonders off.” He wouldn’t say he’s not a fan, but he just isn’t too interested at first. But after his reveal, sometimes when he’s sitting by himself, the cat wanders over and lays by him, keeping him company. He finds he enjoys their company much more.

Deacon: “Oh please tell me your gonna let me name them! Sir Pounce a lot Cat Meat!” We’ll I’ve heard worse names. He calls the feline his silent twin and brags about how he’s a much better dancer. “It’s ok, I heard cats don’t dance anyway.” Ok seriously, how does he know that movie?!

Dogmeat: New soft friend? Friend play? Yes please! It takes the two of them a bit to understand each other, but he’s SO excited to play! The cat knocks things off counters and he fetches them. It’s a win-win!

Hancock: “Well that’s one nice pu-” *SMACK* Yeah, he’s prone to such comments, but don’t let that deter you. Hes very fond of the thing and is the one responsible for giving it catnip. Since he has trouble regulating his temperature, whenever he’s sleeping over, he uses them as a sort of heater.

Maccready: “Aww aren’t they cute? You sure Dogmeat won’t eat them?” He’s honestly not sure what to make of them, but at least they make a good hunting partner and keep out rats. On cold nights he likes to leave a few cat treats in his room, hoping it’ll come in and keep his feet warm.

Nick: “Always good to have another furry friend around.” Since he doesn’t technically need to sleep, he’s usually up when the feline gets the zoomies at 2 AM. He gets a laser pointer and helps them settle down for the night. Calls them his ‘Little Partner.’

Piper: Is completely in love with it. Quite an animal charmer herself, she manages to get the cat to hold still long enough to take a picture of them wearing a hat. Eventually she decides to have a sort of side bar in her paper, taking pictures of the “Pets of the Commonwealth.” It’s quite a hit!

Preston: “Well they’re awfully cute general. I’ll make sure they stay safe.” Well here comes the newest mascot of the minutemen! Don’t be too surprised if he takes them out on patrol, wearing its own little minutemen hat! Definitely sneaks them cat treats when no ones looking.

Strong: At first he thinks sole is keeping it for rations, but even after getting disappointed, he promises not to eat the furry thing. But once, during a raider attack, the feline runs out and starts biting the bastards in the nose. “Furry thing good fighter. Charges like super mutant!” No higher compliment can be given.

X6: “If you intend to keep this thing, at least try to keep them clean.” Perhaps he’s just a bit jealous when being compared to them, but he really doesn’t care. But that’s only a cover! In the dead of night, if you look very carefully, and are fast enough, you may see X6 having conversations with the feline.

Ada: Ultimate cat toy collector, warm body, and excellent scratching post? Ada just became someones best friend! Just don’t expect her to chase them if they run off.

Longfellow: Cats and fishermen are a tale as old as time. He rows out with a line with the feline in tow, getting some warm company. The cat gets free fish and scritches. Perfect bliss.