#blade cat

[madzmationcreations]

Happy Mermay! here are some Taiyaki cake cats base on the cake cats from Honkai Starrail.

[dav3i]

*and still proceeded to buy another pair of earrings 😔*

I can be quite obsessed with jewellery, especially with earrings. Flower themed earrings look just so good, even though I spent like 15 - 25 dollars each. I also began to recently play HSR again, and long after I finished the cake cat event, I really wanted to get my hands on one irl. There were a lot of what you could choose from on Etsy, but I decided to pick only one because each costs like 45 dollars for a medium size and 120 dollars for a larger one. I chose Blade’s (medium ofc) because of his large dark pupils. Hopefully my mom won’t get too upset 🙏.

[chell-min]

the stellaron hunters pay the herta space station a visit

[baeshijima]

being married to duke!blade is a feat inconceivable to many.

overseeing the northern region where monster outbreaks are high and temperatures are low, he is feared by many for not only his undeniable battle prowess, but also his cold and dismissive demeanour. from all the stories and rumours passed down from those who battled alongside the duke, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his mere presence alone is sufficient enough to take on an entire army.

but despite his infamous personality, the young duke had made rounds within high society when he first showed his face. he was handsome, having that rugged appearance expected of a blood-soaked warrior residing on the battlefied, yet beautiful with a haunting allure — those crimson-marigold eyes of his can simultaneously bewitch an unassuming victim and bring the most prideful of monarchs down to their knees.

and, as expected of someone with such descriptors, many of the nobility found themselves drawn to him in spite of the rumours which clung to his very being. noble ladies wished to be the first he ever danced with, while many families seeked to gain even a morsel of his power through arranged marriages. relentless as they were, none succeeded in swaying the stone-cold duke.

and stone-cold he was upon your first meeting, albeit in… less than fortunate circumstances.

having meandered around the foresty northern borders not too far from where your family estate is, you certainly were not expecting to stumble across a rotting corpse smack-dab in the middle of your path! okay, well, rotting may not be the most suitable term, but the slumped body, battered and bruised and bloodied, you accidentally kicked was very much a corpse.

you had contemplated leaving the body there but, upon seeing a bloodied insignia of an all-too familiar ducal household, you decided you wanted to live a little longer. of course, this led to you lugging a slumped, muscle-packed warrior of a man all the way to where your estate was, heaving and huffing with your body trembling under the weight.

(to say you were just about ready to collapse when the family knights spotted your emerging figure was no understatement!)

whisked away into a guest room near your own, your parents called for the family doctor immediately. when the blood was cleaned and his wounds were wrapped, the sight of his injuries mending themselves was sure to be a sight you would never be able to rid your mind of. it was a strange but intriguing phenomenon to see his skin stitched anew, that horrid sight of him collapsed in the forestry almost like that of a dream.

your father immediately sent word to the duke’s estate to notify them of the circumstances. in the meanwhile, the man of the hour was unconscious for three days. seeing as how you were the one to find him, you took it upon yourself to help look after his well-being. changing his bandages, regularly wiping the accumulating sweat with a freshly damp cloth, ensuring the room is well-ventilated — you did the lot!

(sometimes you would stare at his resting face, wondering just how much more handsome he would be with his eyes open; only to retract that sentiment when recalling the tales about how his eyes could burn a man alive. exaggerated or not, he is still a dangerous individual you would rather not further entangle yourself with.)

with his people having retrieved their master from your care, promises of hefty compensation for taking care of their lord ringing in your ears, you were ready to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and never get yourself involved with a man like him again! after all, he is the fearful duke responsible for your region, while you’re just another noble within his domain.

so, naturally, when you first heard of your soon-to-be marriage, you thought your parents did something to offend him and were sending you as a sacrifice meant to appease his wrath.

because, well, why else would the very same duke infamous for having zero interest in romantic and political marriages be sending a letter for your hand in marriage of his own accord? being unconscious the entirety of the time made him unable to see you, let alone know your family, so of course that meant his staff had filled him in on what happened. but why would he initiate this proposal without even knowing who you are first???

(did you get a say in this? no. would you have refused? yes. did your parents care about you and your well-being? aside from their apologetic gazes at your slack-jawed reaction and somewhat rational reasoning of “his grace may have an infamous reputation, but he is not a cruel ruler nor man,” you would like to deny the parental affection they have given you thus far in favour of objecting the claim.)

well, no matter. there was little time to prepare for his arrival to your estate, as the letter stated he would be arriving to escort you himself.

after much fuss over your clothing and luggage, the day arrived; you were going to see him again, except this time, he would see you as well.

a regal carriage entered the estate’s gates. the door swung open. a black gloved hand was the first to appear, followed by a ducked head of long navy hair, a familiar figure donning a freshly pressed suit and black overcoat, and finally — finally — a pair of burning crimson-marigold met your own gaze.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of your fight or flight response kicking in or the butterflies which ruptured within you that caused your heart rate to increase, but you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.

he stopped in front of you, the features you once saw up close felt more complete than ever with the addition of his eyes open.

and thus, with your palm settled atop his outstretched gloved one, your fate was sealed.

(man. was this the compensation the staff were saying to you as they left…?)

that was two years ago.

savage. cold-blooded. inhumane. brute. monster. these were some of the ways in which duke blade was described. the man who currently sits on the edge of the bed watching you dress his wounds, however, is much different than the public opinion.

ever since exchanging vows at the altar and slipping sacred rings of matrimony onto each other’s fingers, you have come to know many sides of blade you never thought possible.

and while he rarely spoke in the beginning, his actions spoke louder than any voice could ever hope to measure up to. and, eventually, he became more vocal in regards to his feelings for you, just as you have with yours upon witnessing firsthand his true character.

from his battle-haggard, near manic state when on the verge of succumbing to the curse before falling into your healing embrace, to his tender fleeting touches and ever-adoring affection repressed within his gaze when in the presence of others, you have seen it all.

the process of getting to know and understand the intricacies of his life is almost like unravelling layers upon layers of thin bandage wrapped tightly around a gaping wound, hoping to block out the vulnerabilities which could be exposed. it was rocky at first, you being in an unfamiliar environment while he had his own inner battles to deal with first and foremost, but time carved its path for the two of you to partake in talks lasting late into the night, a subtle fondness growing more pronounced as familiarity grew alongside it.

and, of course, the time he returned from a subjugation battle-worn and mind having been overriden with mania. it was the first you’d seen him in such a loss of control. knights were rushing to subdue him while the servants desperately tried to usher your bewildered form some place safe, as though this had been a common occurrence well before you came into the picture. that hadn’t gone as planned, however, as the moment blade’s heaving figure locked eyes with you, a state of chaos ensued the moment he broke through the wall of knights with ease and appeared in front of you. no time was wasted when he lunged, a panic chorus of cries following suit as you remained rooted in place.

while you would never forget the blown-out, near-animalistic look in his eyes as he drew closer at an impossible speed, the gentle — almost reverent — manner in which he embraced you then, rigid body instantly relaxing against you, would forever be the turning point of your relationship, as well as a long-cherished memory of his first true feelings.

a dull sensation poking the space between your brows snaps you out of your thoughts. “stop frowning. i’ll be fine like always.”

your hands pause in their ministrations, hovering over his bare torso where you finished tying up a bandage. a blink and a sigh, another swab of disinfectant is in your hands working at the wound on his bicep.

“but that doesn’t mean i like seeing you return to me wounded,” you mutter bitterly, blatantly ignoring his stare. “i know you can take care of yourself, what with that regenerative ability of yours, but i still worry over you. you can still feel the pain, after all, and not to mention that curse—”

a swift tug forward abruptly cuts you off, your words fizzling on the tip of your tongue as a familiar warmth encases you in its entirety. instinctively, your hands grip onto his shoulders, the coarse material of bandages not unfamiliar to your touch, while blade’s hands are splayed across the expanse of your back as he holds you against his seated form.

his nose nudges along the slope of your neck, the shape of your jaw, the contours of your face, a trail of soft kisses leaving searing imprints in its wake.

a deep breath, a ticklish sensation, a thrumming heartbeat.

and when he rests his forehead against your own, crimson-marigold eyes dyed with devotion and seeping ardour, you think the world will be okay.

(even if it were to burst into flames and be reduced to ash, if it means you would be by this man’s side for a little longer, you think it will be okay.)

[antygabo14]

Here’re a bunch of marvel character designs

[ddarker-dreams]

Do you have any Blade crumbs?

"One of these days, I'm gonna abandon my no-snitching philosophy and call the IPC."

This threat goes entirely ignored as your unwanted visitor continues moving about. He's intent on putting your groceries away, having blocked your previous efforts to assist by silently staring you down. With a huff, you prop yourself onto the kitchen counter and fold your arms over your chest.

"I mean it."

"Mm."

Blade offers a noncommittal hum, likely hoping that'll soothe your growing irritation. Instead, it stokes the spark into an ember, further emboldening you. Whipping out your phone, you search for the IPC's tip hotline. Triumphant, you beckon him over and shove the screen in his face. All he does is furrow his eyebrows, like when you show him a meme he doesn't understand.

"Do what you will," he says. "I'll dispose of anything they send."

"... Are we talking permanent disposal, or a temporary knockout?"

"Unless they share in my curse, death is notoriously permanent."

"Huh," you turn your phone off. "I don't need that on my conscience."

Blade nods and resumes his earlier task. The instant you entered your apartment, you found your bags being expropriated, as he refused to let you engage in any manual labor. You've been sidelined by an intergalactic criminal hellbent on performing your chores.

He grabs an item you purchased for the first time and glances around, deliberating.

With a sigh, you point at your pantry. "Nonperishable."

Tired of watching him walk around like he owns the place, you hop off your seat and get your cutting boards out. "How long am I stuck with you?"

Blade ignores your pointed language and responds, "Until Destiny's Slave requires me."

"And when will that be?"

"I'm unsure."

"Well, I've got plans this weekend," you roll up your sleeves and turn the faucet on. "So don't expect my undivided attention."

You can feel the intensity of his stare. "Ruin game night and I'll hate you forever."

After a beat, he murmurs something in his native tongue that you don't recognize, but doesn't protest further.

... For now.

[loudclan-clangen]

How did Wildfire and Fierce fall in love?

It was a lot of little things along the way, but this moment about three moons into their trip was probably the most pivotal. It's also how Fiercestripe got her scar!

This ask is pretty old but I was feeling inspired and had this idea formulated and wanted to draw this out. My science class is done so expect an ask-answering post tomorrow probably? And the new update just after Halloween!

[jajatoc]

A bunch of eldens rings sketches I've drawn in the last months and that I will never finish

[giantkillerjack]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

[n4391]

Dan Heng spending time with Sesame Cake & Rice Dumpling 🐱⚔️🍁

[t4inted4ngel]

[aratribow]

Husband is away for job so we got a cat just like him as replacement, the cat somehow got cat versions of us and now they won't leave him alone so we are still missing husband

Aka the summary according to dear nyan frnd @kaviolli , and thanku for ur genius brain jess <<3

[dav3i]

I won’t be posting in like 3 or 4 weeks cuz I’ll be having exams, so here’s a photo of Blade and Owlbert instead 🫶. See y’all later then✌️

[thearcanecat]

[housegoblin]

Nyaldur’s Gate 3 stickers are 🌟NOW LIVE🌟on my online shop!

NOTE: I now offer international shipping but on a separate website! Link for international customers is in my shop FAQ

[pixxiecup]

snow leopard stimboard with soft things that mimic snow and soap cutting !

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