#Midnight The Cat

[thechloris]

forbidden belly floof…

[strawberryvanillablast]

Giorno in Narancia's body: Narancia, have you seen-

Narancia in Giorno's body, sitting in the Don's chair: You disrespect me. You disrespect my family. You call us stinky, poopy babies.

Narancia in Giorno's body, pointing to Trish: You punched my wife.

Trish: *snickering*

Narancia in Giorno's body, holding Midnight the cat: You hurt my baby. You hurt my poor baby.

Midnight: Mew!

Narancia in Giorno's body: You ate our dog. You ate our house-

Giorno in Narancia's body: Narancia, what are you doing?

Narancia in Giorno's body: Imitating you.

Giorno in Narancia's body: That is not what I sound like.

Abbacchio, filming: Yes, it is.

Giorno in Narancia's body: Abbacchio, so help me.

[ask-viggo-and-dagur]

To whom does Midnight show affection to the most?

Dagur: Sadly, Viggo, but I must admit it’s very funny, because he’s trying so hard to dislike this cat, but he doesn’t.

Viggo: She’s annoying.

Dagur: Just keep telling yourself that.

[nightshadeis]

Babies is the same

[galeythecutest]

Ta-da I drew midnight (aka Midnightstar) in warrior cats!

Midnight belongs to:@strawberryvanillablast

[catzgam3rz]

Bro I was trying to get a picture of him sleeping why can’t he be normal

[naimahtaylor]

Here's a Post of Midnight The White Anthropomorphic Cat and Midnight Who is Standing in Front of The Green Background The Circles are Green i hope you all gonna like it Please Add Comments Likes and Reblogs

[orion-the-cat]

Large and small

[gatorgumz]

first art of 2023. i am going to live my best most indulgent artistic life this year. a threat, and a promise <3

[anarchicarachnid]

himb

[straycatj]

やめてくれよ猫族よ

家主は寝るんだよ💢

Hey, stop it, the cat clan! I'm going to sleep now!!

[thechloris]

[strawberryvanillablast]

Marionette's Strings (Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

For Giorno Month 2023! @mrsgiovanna.

Prompt: Nightmares.

Fluff Sentence: "Sleep, darling, I'll protect you from the nightmares."

This prompt was made for me. >:D

TW: Nightmares, Blood mention, Puppets

It was quiet, too quiet.

Giorno frowned as he looked around the office. Something was amiss in the air and dread slowly crawled down his spine. He stood up, eyes warily training on every nook and cranny of the office. Giorno decided to get a glass of water, to calm his nerves before he worked again. His Stand, Gold Experience Requiem, hummed under his skin frantically.

'Something's wrong,' Giorno thought. 'I can feel it. Something is really wrong here and I don't know what it is.'

He slowly descended down the stairs to the living room where he was hit with a strong sense of fear. The living room was cloaked in an inky, thick darkness where he could barely make out the various shapes of the furniture. He frowned as he grabbed the stairs' railing tightly, very careful to tread lightly on the steps. However, he slipped and fell right into some liquid.

"Huh," Giorno blinked, flabbergasted, and looked at his hands. "What, what the hell?"

His eyes widened when he saw what liquid stained his hands. It was a deep dark red with a strong iron scent. His stomach churned with the familiar discomfort of nausea as he tried to get away from this river. It wasn't until he was back in the office somehow. He looked all around.

"Giorno."

That was Bruno's voice. Giorno turned around to see Bruno standing there, looking at him lifelessly. Around his neck, arms, and legs were thin threads. The strings jerked Bruno's body erratically as it tumbled over to Giorno. Giorno bit back a scream, horrified.

"B-Bucciarati," Giorno stuttered. "How did this happen...?"

"What are your orders, Giorno," Bruno's voice mumbled mechanically. "We will follow you to the end, Giorno. We will die for you, Giorno." His voice sounded rough, scratchy, robotic. As if he was another mafioso.

"Bruno," Giorno whispered. "Bruno, what are you talking about?"

"You are the Don of Passione now, Giorno," Bruno continued on. "You control every single one of our movements." His arm waved and soon, all of Giorno's friends appeared in the same state that Bruno was. "It's all up to you, Don Giorno. You command us. You're our puppeteer."

"W-What?"

Giorno looked down at his hands in horror. His lithe fingers had been tightly intertwined with thin cords of string, like that of a puppeteer. He tried to get the strings off his hands but found that he could not move an inch. Giorno found that his own arms and legs were tied up in string.

"Yes," A low voice sneered in the air. "You are the puppeteer, Giorno Giovanna. But you'll always be a puppet in my hands."

Giorno dared to look up and saw a demonic Diavolo grinning down at him with his claws puppeteering Giorno's arms and legs. Giorno tried to struggle against the string, but it was useless, useless, useless...

.

"GioGio," A soft voice gently whispered. "GioGio, time to wake up. It's time for you to take your medicine."

Giorno's eyes fluttered open to see an angelic face looking at him and a soft hand petting his hair. For a few minutes, he was confused as to what happened while he was moved into a sitting position on the bed by the angel, who was none other than [Y/N]. A faint bell mixed with a light weight jumping on the bed and cuddling next to him revealed to be Midnight, the Passione cat.

"What happened?" Giorno whispered, confused.

"You have a fever," [Y/N] answered gently, gently handing him the cup of medicine. "No doubt from overworking and the weather change."

"Fever, huh," Giorno huffed a mirthless laugh as he drank the cup of medicine. "That explains it."

"You mean the nightmare you had," [Y/N]'s brows furrowed. "Yeah, I can't imagine it was all that pleasant."

"It was," Giorno sighed, gently petting Midnight. "Well, it was horrible. I was like a marionette on strings and everyone else was, too. And, as I was trying to get the strings off, I saw..." A shudder. "I saw... him."

"Oh," [Y/N] whispered in understanding before smiling and holding Giorno's face in their hands. "It'll be okay. It's just a weird dream."

"I know," Giorno nodded gently. "It's just that it was frightening and seemed too real."

"It feels like that, sometimes," [Y/N] nodded in understanding. "Want me to stay here until you fall asleep?"

"...Yes," Giorno answered after a moment's hesitation. "I would really like that."

[Y/N] gently laid Giorno down while Midnight adjusted so that she could cuddle up to Giorno. Giorno smiled and let his eyes slip close while [Y/N] stroked his hair lovingly.

"Sleep, darling," He heard them whisper. "I'll protect you from the nightmares."

[ask-viggo-and-dagur]

A friend of mine says cats and dragons are pretty similar, so what kind of dragon do you think Midnight is most like?

Dagur: I think Midnight would make an excellent Gronckle. She’s—

Viggo: You’re just saying that because you have a Gronckle.

Dagur: I am not! Midnight is just like them! She’s soft and gentle, but fiercely loyal.

Viggo: You do have a point there.

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