#Purramid Head

[korumiis]

purramid head,,,? i tried

[getvalentined]

After four years, I finally have video proof of Purra* making that horrible noise that is one of the three sounds she makes. The other two are "radio static" and "creaking door hinge." She does not meow. Or growl. All the noises she makes are some combination of these.

She's a freak and I love her.

*Full name Purramid Head, special thanks to @aftepes for giving us the name way back in 2020 when we were calling her "the Silent Hill kitten" because of the noises she made.

[archi-pelago]

someone asked for a fullbody of mama tortuga, so here's mama with her kitten Purramid Head. funnily enough my sister and I always called her a party animal bc she has one orange leg and one prominent white whisker, so it looks like she's in the middle of losing a thigh-high while smoking

[getvalentined]

Reblogs trimmed off to keep the post from stretching the dash; I was tagged by @sephirthoughts!

Do you have a pet?

There are five creatures living with me if you only count those in the phylum Chordata; if we extend that out to the entire kingdom of Animalia, there are seven because of the two enormous beetle larvae my sister is caring for!

In order of age from youngest to oldest, not counting the grubs because I can't find a photo, here they are!

Seem, aka Babygirl, who we basically got from the trash:

Purra, full name Purramid Head, resident cryptid:

Sheik, aka duckling, known on tumblr as Kisses You:

Turtle, aka Mama Tortuga, Purra's mother who baby trapped us in 2020:

Aaaand Rygdea, aka Ryg, aka Rygadoon, aka My Idiot Son Who Has Every Disease:

Comfort food?

Uhhhh do drinks count? Iced matcha latte if I'm making it myself or sweet matcha frappe if I'm buying it. If drinks don't count then probably leek and potato soup! I make a really good leek and potato soup.

How many languages do you speak?

Just the one! I have broken knowledge of an additional three but not enough to get by so it doesn't count. Alas, I am a monoglot.

Random fact about yourself?

I've cut my own hair since 2019 because I wound up with the most Asian hair texture of anyone in my family and no one in my area knows how to do anything with it. Honestly pretty annoying, but I've gotten pretty good with a set of clippers over the years.

Something you're proud of?

I'm not dead yet and honestly that's an achievement in and of itself. For something a little less existential, and at risk of annoying everyone by talking about it again, I recently finished writing an 80k word multi-chapter FF7 fanfic! I started it just shy of one year ago, kind of on a whim, and it snowballed out of control into something that has since become really important to me.

I'm not tagging anyone this time because I am very eepy.

Tag game because I want to know you better !

-Do you have a pet ?

-Comfort food ?

-How many languages do you speak ?

- Random fact about yourself

-Something you’re proud of

To begin this little tag game, I’ll tag @ebony-reine-vibes @freddie-77-ao3 @newobsessioneveryweek @thehaikuman and @miraclesnail

I hope the questions aren’t boring and love you all 😘

[bigfatbreak]

I want a medusa miraculous

don't get me started I have like ten snake ocs. i fucking love snakes. i used to have a pet snake. almost got another one when i had to put my childhood pet down this year (but cats Appeared so I'm holding off)

[pyramidwhore]

The Boys Are Back In Town♡

Neko purramid head

[fandomsilhouette]

worship like a dog (at the shrine of your lies)

The weight of the skies is heavy on Atlas’s shoulder. It’s heavier on the backs of fourteen year olds who were never meant to carry it in the first place. They grow the way adolescents do, except not at all: into the shape that the skies mold them into, and into each other. 

The best cure for bad posture is parks, puns, and people who know you best. 

Happy @felixmonth, y’all! 

Felix flopped over in the grass next to Marinette, mussing the flowers she had so carefully braided into his hair. Eh, she’d do it again tomorrow, or whenever her anxiety left her fingers twitching, or when his eyes drooped under the weight of a migraine. They were just weeds, anyways. She was also so careful to pick out the plants that reached out with their roots and strangled everyone around them, yanking them ruthlessly out of the ground and combing out the dirt and the tangled knots as she hummed cheerfully. It was pretty disconcerting to watch, actually. Felix loved it. 

Her fingers braid a blade of grass into another, and she whines. Felix nudges his head into her stomach and grins, a charming crooked upside down kind of thing that he knew she liked. She blushed, and he grinned wider. 

“What if we just like, leave? What’ll they even do?” She speaks in the direction of the rest of the park, away from him, where children run into each other and adults murmur, “that’s nice, honey” and shoo off their kids when they come crying up to them, palms bleeding. 

“The same thing they always do. Nothing, probably.” 

“We’re the only two sane people in a city full of adults.” 

Plagg zips out of Felix’s bag, settling into his hair, a stark contrast of black against gold. Tikki follows, tugging at his paws, trying to get him to hide again. She eventually settles in Marinette’s lap, glaring at him. Plagg shrugs, unconcerned. 

“The kitten’s right, sugarcube! No one will notice, and even if they do, what’ll they do about it? Nothing.” His voice is nonchalant and dismissive but there’s an undercurrent of tension, stress, rage and fury that undercuts how little he pretends to care. 

“It’s hard not to notice something as stinky as you, Plagg!!” Tikki scrunches her nose and flips over, burying her face in Marinette’s shirt as Marinette starts to shake under the force of her suppressed laughter. 

Felix smirks and adds on, “You would not believe how often I have to wash my hair to get the smell out.” Plagg tugs on a lock of Felix’s hair in retaliation, and then starts chewing on it. Felix just sighs, used to it. They lapse into a comfortable silence, watching the wind thread through the leaves and the clouds flicker over the sun. 

“Where would we even go?” 

“Well I was always fond of Egypt.” Plagg darts up, abandoning all pretense of his laziness. “They had so much food and wine, and I especially loved they way they knew what really mattered.” 

Tikki flies up to him, her high voice pitching even higher in indignation. “You just liked that they worshiped cats!” 

“Hey, I liked the pyramids too.” 

“You called them a scheme!”

“A good scheme! A great one! One designed to ensure everyone knew exactly who to worship! And filled with death and decay, my favorite.” 

Felix snorts, and then giggles. “Ha.” 

“What?” Marinette sits up and tilts her head at Felix, bangs falling into her eyes. She’s adorable, he can’t help but think. 

“It’s a-- it’s a purramid scheme.” 

Marinette’s face drops, gone absolutely blank. She stares at Felix a long moment, and if it hadn’t been for years of shenanigans in and out of masks, he would’ve thought she hated it. 

She bursts out laughing. 

Marinette throws herself onto Felix, rolling him over on top of her and biting into his shoulder to muffle her laughter. He squirms until he’s not squishing her under his weight and grins, dopey and unashamed. 

“That’s it, we’re never going to Egypt!!” she manages to say between laughter. Felix doesn’t mind. He has the rest of the world to explore with her, after all. 

[squiddybeifong]

DianaZee for “Blood? Oh, its not mine”?

I’ve given up on finding old prompt lists in my drafts but im p sure it was a dialogue prompt maybe?? Anyways I hope you like it darling 💕💕💕

“Blood? Oh, it’s not mine!”

–

Zachary could only perch his hands on his hips as he looked over the once-clean remains of Shadowcrest’s foyer, his nose scrunching at the overwhelming scent of cat food that hung in the air. Skye had the good graces to look remorseful at the sheer amount of shrimp pate that laid on the old floors, but Teekl jumped from Klarion’s arms to rub against his leg. The cat’s loud purring was practically mocking the magician as he bounced around, traipsing through his impromptu food-castle.

Well, less a castle more wannabe-Sphinx imitation, but the idea behind it still stood. 

The Zatara looked far from amused, his head tilting to the side as he felt the far-off force of his cousin’s aura preparing to appear. Zach turned on his heel at Zee’s awful timing, hoping that the pizza rolls were done and that the three of them could hang out in peace, cat food cafeteria be damned. He clicked his tongue and called over his shoulder to the two over the dull thrum of the toaster oven, “Your cat’s mess, your job cleaning it up!”

Klarion rolled his eyes and picked his familiar up before he could get his paws dirty, “Rude.”

Skye let out a soft laugh, tiptoeing past the faux-fence of cat food cans and crouching to get a better peek at whether or not the pate sculpture was stable –the last thing she needed was to take a cat food bath in these new boots. Had he been able to stay the giant, edible version of Teekl would’ve needed a reinforced neck but for now it was no matter. 

The mystic’s voice was a drawl as she stood back up. Skye halfheartedly waved in the direction of the door that Zach disappeared through, “You know he’s always grumpy. Once the Purramid’s down he’ll help out.”

The blonde kept her face ducked at the groan that her pun caused, not able to hold back her snickers. She stepped to the side and hopped back around the cans, nudging Klarion’s elbow with her own, “Now come on, you two! That part looks really unstable–”

Right on cue, with all the flourish of a magician of her standard, Zatanna stepped out of a portal into the foyer. Her brows furrowed as the scent hit her then her eyes widened as her heels slipped in the cat food. A gasp huffed out of her as she kicked the sculpture to just barely maintaine her balance, the precariously balanced pate in the shape of Teekl’s head toppling to the side and falling onto her shoulders.

The squish! was followed by a half second’s pause as Zee blinked down at herself. The two teens took simultaneous steps back. Zatanna spat out a minced piece of shrimp, her nose scrunching –and inadvertently causing some juice to drip down her face– before her cousin’s name rumbled out of her, “ZACHARY!!!”

She shook her shoulders, “Doof, ffo!” 

Sapphire eyes narrowed as she stared down at her outfit; everything white was now stained pink and there were still bits of cat food lodged in her fishnets and inside her buttons. Zatanna shook aside the annoying ordeal that dry cleaning her tux would be and ran a frustrated hand through her drenched curls, the other perching in a fist on her hip as she stared down the two– well, three mystics. 

Teekl let out an indignant “mrouw!” as Klarion pulled him closer to his chest, the witch boy more than wary enough to not test the magician. Skye shifted under the glare, her eyes flicking to where Zach was still moving about the kitchen, although his steps were far more hesitant with his cousin’s aura around.

Bending to pick up the fallen head, an incredulous sound slipped out of the magician as the pate’s nose crumbled away, “What is this?”

Skye rubbed the back of her arm, wincing a bit as she fully considered just how much food they had impulse-bought –damn those bogo sales, “Teekl’s idea.”

Zatanna blinked, her face somehow not nearly as deadpan as her voice, “Of course.”

–

Once Shadowcrest was clean and Zachary and his friends had disappeared somewhere or the other, Zatanna let her shoulders relax. She figured they’d be fine and let out a grumble as she tiredly commanded, “Nepo a latrop kcab ot ym tnemtrapa.” 

Despite sunset being long over, the only light was coming from the bedroom when the mystic appeared just inside her front door. She felt the remnants of Diana’s shower in the air and the idea of taking a long bath plus getting cuddled after brought a smile to the magician’s face. She let out a little groan as she put her hat on the hook and began unbuttoning her soaked jacket, the buttons popping out with an obnoxious squish! and some splatter.  

She heard Diana shift in bed, “Zee?”

“Just got in!”

“Finally,” The Amazon sing-songed out. Diana’s voice was light as she rolled out from under the sheets and strolled towards the door. Zee worked on untying her bowtie, tilting her face towards the bedroom door as Diana drawled, “And here I was worrying I’d have to start withou– HOLY HERA ARE YOU OKAY?!!!”

Immediately the warrior was at her magician’s side, her hands patting at the stains that covered almost every inch of her once-white undershirt. Zatanna’s mouth opened to explain but Diana cut her off, “ZEE!!!”

A pained sound escaped her as she held her lover’s forearms, “THERE’S SO MUCH BLOOD!!!”

“Blood?” Zee looked down at herself, an exasperated laugh escaping as she realized what was wrong. Chuckling a bit, more out of exhaustion than anything, Zatanna murmured, “Oh no, no, no, Love…” 

She slipped off a glove and cupped the warrior’s face, internally blanching at how gruesome the liquid appeared as some inadvertently spread on Diana’s cheek. She could only hope her smile was reassuring enough, “Don’t worry; it’s not mine.”

That confidence obviously had the wrong affect; Wonder Woman let out a wondrously horrified squeak, “You don’t kill!”

Zee shook her head, “It’s not human.” 

Diana’s face scrunched up in half confusion, half alarm and the magician accepted that her brain wasn’t working all too well after those double-length shows with the clean-up encore. Zee lifted her red-soaked hand into the air, “Or even blood.”

A navy blink was her response and Zatanna shrugged, “Cat food.”

Diana slowly nodded, her shoulders relaxing as she continued patting her lover’s arms and sides, glad when she felt no injuries. The Amazon wiped at her girlfriend’s forehead and then pressed a kiss just below her hairline, “Should I even ask why?” 

“Zachary’s friends are weird but they’re teens so it’s okay that they’re making a mess of Dad’s– of my house.”

“You’re kind of a mess too,” Diana lightly teased. She lazily popped open one of the highest button’s on Zee’s undershirt and flicked aside a bit of shrimp from her collar, “And still too gloopy for a bath but I feel like you really need one.”

A hopeful pair of sapphire eyes gazed up at her and the princess pecked Zee’s forehead again, “I’ll start the water.”

Strolling to the bathroom and turning on the faucet, Diana plopped down on the bathtub’s rim as she watched Zee follow her in, peeling off the rest of her drenched clothes as she went.

Diana watched her for a moment, casually ogling as she leaned her weight on her palms. Zatanna met her gaze and winked, her tired smile charming despite the splotches of not-blood that coated most of her. 

Tilting her head at the thought Diana looked down at herself, standing and tossing aside her cat food splattered nightgown. She glanced at the tub –big enough to fit them both– and undressed completely, navy eyes sliding shut as she sat on the porcelain rim again. For a moment she listened to the sound of the magician muttering under her breath, the whirl of clothes flying up out of the hamper to make a load in the washing machine, and the flush of the water pooling in the tub behind her. After the scare of Zee’s appearance, the quiet that befell them was a really nice change of pace to her usual schedule whenever she was outside of San Francisco; so wonderfully domestic. 

Her chest was light at how comfortable they’d gotten in the scant few weeks of living together and Diana let her head drop back as she sighed happily, the sound morphing into an incredulous laugh as the scent of cat food finally hit her. Diana giggled and ran a hand through her hair, wondering just how much of a crime scene the apartment looked. The words slipped out of her, more fond than humorous, “You mystics are insane.”

Zatanna clicked her tongue, unable to hold back her smile as she strolled towards her lover. Stopping right in front of her, Zee smiled as Diana stood to steal a kiss. The magician’s words were teasing in between their lips, “Says the eternally God-fighting demigoddess.”

Snickering, Diana pulled back to boop their noses. She fought off another swell of disbelief at the realization that she had not-blood on her nose and swooped down for another kiss to distract herself. She hummed as she wrapped Zatanna in a hug, a girlish trill escaping as the mage stood on her feet so she didn’t have to hunch. 

Her smile was broad enough to disrupt their kiss and Diana nuzzled their noses together, “Well, not everyone can keep up with such sauciness, my Mistress of Magic–”

Zee cut her off with another kiss. 

[cat-cosplay]

"I was weak. That's why I needed you. Needed someone to punish me for not waking up to feed you early..."

[norbah]

Purramid Head

When you pass that first Spirit Halloween,

and it's officially meow the Spooky Season.

[getvalentined]

In honor of Black Cat Appreciation Day, I wanted to show everyone this video of my partially-black cat, Turtle, and allow you all to hear her not-at-all-black daughter, Purramid Head, screaming in the background.

Turtle was a neighborhood stray who had five kittens in my laundry shed in March of 2020, and we found them all out there before the babies' eyes had even opened; we wound up taking them all in and while four of the babies were adopted, Purra's broken meowbox (her only two settings are "radio static" and "the screams of the damned") led her to being left with us, and we kept her mom too.

You'd never believe this girl lived on the street.

[cat-cosplay]

You wake up in the middle of the night with either a Demeowgorgon or Purramid Head looking down upon you. Which one is the worst case scenario for you?

[aksst]

@littlethingwithfeathers you mean the....Purramid Head cat???

*budum tiss*

Friday the 13th poll! What’s our best Monsterous Cosplay?

Demogorgon? Xenomorph Alien? Pyramid Head? Zombie Cat?

[cat-cosplay]

"Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness." ~Comte de Lautreamont

[dreamstheboat]

the ultimate halloween cat fit!! @miss-million @milmaxtor