#cat's digestive system

[alphaketoglutaricacid]

The mental contortions u must go thru to make your mistress who you were in love w all this time but did not marry out of societal pressure raise your children but also the mental contortions u must go thru to resent the mistress for your husband doing this and punishing her instead bc you dont have the power to punish your husband

[dollfat]

waking up to find out parents decided martys gonna be put to sleep today

[sodacowboy]

LIFE SUCKS BUT NOT ALL THE TIME

[mariverses]

my disease + the flu made me sleep for about 3 days almost continuously. the amount of ibuprofen i am on couldve killed a victorian child. someone ik went on 2 interviews while i was counting sheep and i realised what kind of life i live

[rayvern-sheep]

Not enjoying that my life nowadays is just mental breakdown after mental breakdown

I don’t do well without a goal in life. And since I’ve got pretty much every achievable thing I wanted growing up, even things I couldn’t achieve myself, I’m just lost.

Especially now that I’m in constant physical discomfort, I can’t even enjoy the things. Like, not having a goal in life wouldn’t be as bad if I could actually just enjoy the things I have… But I fucking can’t.

Just existing is genuinely fucking overwhelming. I feel burned-out just by having to maintain my digestive system. I can’t handle anything else anymore idk why.

Knowing my friends are doing well is conflicting. I see them existing and I’m ofc happy for them. And I feel briefly inspired. Until I remember the body I was given… Aaaaand then I spiral. It’s why hanging out w/ my friends just leaves me feeling so hopeless nowadays. I’m not jealous per say, I don’t want their lives, but I want to be able to live one myself.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Me, like a month ago: “hey baby boy, I got you cat food formulated for seniors because your lazy old man ass has been putting on some weight”

my cat, twice since then: “I’m going to have a day where I am soooo sick and you are going to have to guess why. Especially since there will be a over a week of me being normal in between”

Me, waking up to cat crying noises and then vomiting: “fuck! Was that not a one time thing?!”

My cat, continuing to be sick: “mother. Something is amiss”

Me: I really hope it’s not the new food, that shit wasn’t super cheap and you seemed like it was doing better for you! But I also hope it’s not something worse. You’re going to HATE going to the vet tomorrow.

[foone]

So you find a robodoc from the far future, but the only problem is that the battery is nearly dead. It says it can fix one problem, but then it will power off forever, and you gotta use it now, no saving it until you get cancer or something.

[allesiathehedge]

As an animal lover, I've tried to imagine what my AU might be like if it had a real ecosystem XDD

Red = carnivores Yellow = omnivores Green = herbivores

Skeletons, like wolves/dogs, cats, and bears, are carnivores capable of eating anything raw. Monsters like Undyne are designed to feed on fish and other aquatic animals. These are the types of people who are likely to have hunger issues unless they learn to control their instincts. I believe that as the world became more modern, they would still be able to eat fast food, cooked meat (human's main source of food), chocolate, and mushrooms, but rarely since it can give them stomachache sometimes. They avoid consuming insects.

On the other hand, I think spiders and frogs are the ones that prefer insects the most but can also devour other foods. In this category, it all depends on whether monster is more adapted to a food supply.

As for plant-eaters, they lack a digestive system that allows them to consume meat without getting sick. A small amount of meat would be more than enough to give them nutrients/minerals.

I think I've rambled enough lol but it's still fun exploring that thing.

[jazzyoranges]

Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Words: 0.8k

A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

[mrpenguinpants]

Cat Distribution System [ Commissioned ]

— Recently, there have been reports of a large food shortage sweeping across Sumeru. The culprit? It's a...cat? Hang on- is this the right script?

Word Count: 4.8k

— Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer + Cyno

Request: [ A platonic first encounter fic with a lazy/messy demon cat boy who is the personification of gluttony. ] Reader is based on an OC, so there are a few extra details/lore, but no OC names or physical details are mentioned. This is still an x reader fic. [Masterlist]

Thank you for commissioning me and trusting me with your OC again! While I didn't go as deep into the origin story as last time, I hope I did justice to his lore and character traits. I hope you like it!

“So, let me get this straight,” Kaveh starts, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. His brow furrowed slightly as his eyes flicked toward the figure across the table, who was happily stuffing his face with bits of chicken and Baklava—a bizarre combination that made Kaveh’s stomach turn. How was that not the worst flavor combination? Sweet, followed by the lingering taste of meat? And was that the crunk of teeth grinding against bones as well? Absolutely revolting. “You went out to investigate the food shortages in the desert, and somehow, you returned with... that?”

“Correct,” Alhaitham replied, his voice calm and detached, not even bothering to glance up from the pages of his book. He was so absorbed in his reading that it was as if the entire world around him had faded into the background. The giant elephant in the room—wait, no, cat—was the more appropriate term, Kaveh realized, his gaze drifting to the source of his growing exasperation seemingly dismissed. With a resigned sigh, he cast a pained glance to the otherfg side, where two fluffy ears flicked back and forth in a way that might have been endearing, had the man not been in the midst of devouring half the dishes they had. He was eating through Kaveh’s body weight in food, and with each bite, the pile of empty plates grew, a silent testament to the chaos of it all. Who exactly was going to foot the bill for this little catastrophe?

Kaveh stared. He stared hard. “What… is that?”

It wasn’t as though Kaveh was unacquainted with people sporting animal-like features—after all, he’d spent a good part of his morning discussing dwindling resources with Tighnari, whose sharp ears and bushy tail were as much a part of him as his sharp wit. But this? This was something else entirely. Never in his wildest dreams—or nightmares—had Kaveh imagined the source of Sumeru’s mounting food crisis would manifest as two twitching ears, an equally fluffy tail, and a bottomless appetite housed in what could only be described as a walking, purring catastrophe.

“Looks like we bit off more than we could chew,” Cyno said, lowering himself into a chair with the deliberate weight of someone resigned to his fate. Arms crossed and tone as dry as Sumeru’s deserts, he added, “And now we’re all stuck digesting the consequences.”

A long, theatrical groan followed, drawing attention to the figure at the table who was steadily sliding downward like butter left out in the sun. Kaveh collapsed further into the wood, his head resting on folded arms, his posture and overall energy reminiscent of a melting slime abandoned after battle—defeated, formless, and thoroughly unappealing.

"If you can still joke like that, I’ll take it as a sign that everything’s perfectly under control?" Kaveh sighed, his tone soft but laced with a hint of exasperation as he rubbed his temples, as though the pun had somehow caused actual harm. He shifted slightly closer to Alhaitham, who despite already having checked out of the conversation leans in, raising one hand to his mouth like a makeshift shield. Lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, Kaveh added, "But seriously… if everything’s fine, then why exactly is the culprit here?"

“He followed us back,” Alhaitham said, his voice cool and dispassionate as if recounting a minor inconvenience rather than a monumental lapse in judgment. Kaveh blinked, his mind briefly short-circuiting as it tried to process the absurdity of the situation. The infamously meticulous scribe—who went out of his way to ensure his time card was never a second past overtime—took work home with him?

“He followed you back? And you didn't do anything to stop him?” Kaveh echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief as if repeating the question could somehow rewrite the reality he was hearing. The light-hearted atmosphere faltered, quickly replaced by a heavier silence as Cyno and Alhaitham exchanged a glance, one filled with a silent understanding Kaveh couldn’t quite place. Cyno’s expression darkened, his usual sternness sharpening into something far more severe, like a storm suddenly gathering on the horizon. His gaze flickered toward the corner of the table, where their... unwelcome guest lingered, before returning it to Kaveh with an almost apologetic weight.

“We didn’t exactly have a choice,” Cyno muttered, his voice edged with a reluctant resignation, as though the truth of the situation was one he was still struggling to fully accept. The words hung in the air, heavy with the uncomfortable reality of their predicament. The young man—cat? Kaveh paused, wondering if it was offensive to think of him as a “cat” in his mind. Maybe it was too soon to make that judgment, but the behavior was hard to ignore. The man gave a small huff, his tail flicking with a quick and irritated motion.

“You didn’t have to bring me,” he muttered, his voice laced with casual defiance, “I could’ve found more food on my own.”

“And left more skeletons in the rainforest?” Cyno shot back, his tone dry. The cat man shrugged, the movement causing his ears to twitch with a playful smile. No remorse whatsoever.

“I was hungry,” he said with a casual shrug, his tone almost too smooth, as though hunger itself were a completely reasonable excuse for his behavior, “It’s not my fault this place has no decent food.”

“Wait, hold on. You’re telling me that this kid—who, by the way, looks like he hasn’t seen a bath in weeks, and that’s putting it lightly—has been roaming around the forest, eating his way through everything he comes across, and leaving carcasses in his wake like some kind of... monstrous scavenger?” Kaveh’s eyes narrowed, his mind reeling as he tried to piece together the chaos of the moment. Cyno let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the situation. He glanced briefly toward their uninvited guest, whose tail flicked lazily in the corner. Truly the embodiment of a menace, even the stray cats who knocked over flower pots had the same content look. As if they stood above the Archon's themselves.

“That’s... the gist of it,” Cyno admitted, his voice a reluctant blend of resignation and mild disbelief, as though he still couldn't quite wrap his mind around how things had gotten this far. Kaveh’s jaw dropped. His hands shot up in a dramatic gesture of utter disbelief, and he slowly turned his incredulous gaze back to Cyno, then to Alhaitham, and finally to the creature occupying the corner of the table like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And you—you brought him here?! To our place?!” His voice had risen to the point where the last question practically exploded from his mouth, punctuating his growing sense of utter absurdity. He wasn’t sure whether to be horrified, exasperated, or just completely lost for words. Alhaitham exhaled slowly, his fingers pressing against his temples as if trying to stave off the headache threatening to bloom. At least he was starting to realize he couldn't avoid faking deafness to Kaveh's ever-mounting overthinking.

“He’s not a threat to the city. As long as we keep him fed, he won’t cause any trouble,” Alhaitham gestures with his hand, his voice steady, but there was an underlying weight to it. Kaveh, not at all convinced, raised an eyebrow, his skepticism practically radiating from him. He crossed his arms, looking from Alhaitham to their “guest” with barely contained frustration.

“That’s a big assumption,” he muttered, his words laced with more doubt than a stack of building materials. His eyes flicked toward their unwelcome companion, who was now happily licking the remnants of some forgotten dish off his fingers, completely oblivious to the growing tension around him, “What’s to stop him from eating his way through the city next? And I’m not just talking about food. Shouldn't you be more worried than I am Cyno!?”

“If he does, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, he’s just… a nuisance," Cyno glanced over, who, now finished with his meal, was lazily lounging in his chair tipped so far back that it would take the slightest breeze to knock him over.

Kaveh pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to process everything, “So, let me get this straight once more. You went out to solve a food shortage, and instead of fixing the problem, you brought home a cat with a black hole for a stomach? And before you even start Alhaitham, I know you said he "followed" you back.”

"Ah, so you do listen."

"You-!"

Kaveh opened his mouth to continue arguing but then paused, his eyes narrowing as the gears in his head turned, “Wait a minute. When you invited me out for dinner...was this your way of pushing your problem onto me?! Does this mean I’m stuck dealing with him now?”

“That depends,” Alhaitham hides his mouth with his book, the bastard, “Are you offering to take responsibility for him?”

“This has to be some kind of cosmic joke. I knew I shouldn't have trusted in your good faith! I didn’t sign up to be part of the accidental cat distribution system!” Kaveh's up onto his feet, the chair pushed back with his palms flat against the table in protest.

The visitor tilted his head, his ears twitching. “I don’t know what that means, but if you’re offering food, I’ll stay.”

“I’m not offering food!” Kaveh said quickly, almost defensively.

“It’s not a matter of being fine with it,” Cyno said with a weary sigh, “It’s a matter of necessity. If we left him alone, he’d cause more problems. Alhaitham is still the Acting Grand Sage, and I have to scout the forest for any other "visitors". You’re the only one we can count on, Kaveh.”

Kaveh stared at him for what felt like an eternity, his gaze flicking between Alhaitham and Cyno. His chest tightened, and his mind spun in circles, torn between his growing anxiety and the strange tug of responsibility. His heart twisted and twinged, at war with his brain, which insisted that he had no idea how to take care of a cat, let alone a full-fledged person. Hell, he couldn’t even manage to keep his own life together! But... the look Cyno was giving him was enough to make him falter, his resolve weakening by the second. How many times had Cyno helped him, without question? And technically, wasn’t Alhaitham also turning to him, a trusted senior, to step in? With how much of a brick wall these two were, they’d likely leave a bowl of water and food, lock the door, and pretend this entire mess didn’t exist. But even if the “cat” turned out to be some dangerous menace to Sumeru, he was still just a kid, wasn’t he? It was hard to tell with all the grime and disarray, but Kaveh could never turn his back on someone in need. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know what he was doing—he had a soft spot for lost souls. He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration, resigning to his fate, “This is a disaster waiting to happen.”

“Perhaps,” Alhaitham, ever the picture of composure, stood up, brushing invisible dust from his clothes as though this entire conversation wasn’t nearly as catastrophic as it felt, “But for now, it’s your disaster too.”.

---

A few weeks had passed since Kaveh found himself reluctantly sharing his space with you—a strange, cat-like humanoid creature who seemed to have no sense of personal boundaries, let alone normal social conventions. Things, as he had feared, had barely improved. Kaveh leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood echoing in the otherwise quiet room as he squinted up at the ceiling, silently counting the seconds until he would inevitably lose his patience. His life, it seemed, had morphed into an ongoing exercise in suppressing the instinctive desire to be a people-pleaser. Sure, he’d grown accustomed to dealing with clients who would endlessly revise their requests or scrap entire projects at the last minute, but this? This was an entirely different level. At least his clients didn’t sprawl across his desk or raid his fridge as though they were entitled to every last bite of food in the place. And they certainly didn’t follow him around like a persistent shadow, knocking over everything in their path.

Lately, your favorite pastime had been trailing after him, meticulously upending his carefully constructed systems. His drafting room—which had once been a sanctuary of messy but organized—had now become an unrecognizable battleground. Stacks of books, once aligned neatly on the floor, were scattered haphazardly, their contents not even spared the mercies of a half-hearted attempt at organization. More disturbingly, there were signs of clutter everywhere: empty plates left licked cleaned, crumbs scattered as though you’d been purposely grinding the bags into dust, and the occasional abandoned cloth or discarded paper—all remnants of your uninvited presence.

Today, Kaveh watched in silence, eyes narrowing as you sat cross-legged in the corner of the room, flipping through a book with the kind of careless disinterest that set his teeth on edge. Your tail swayed lazily behind you, brushing against the floor with a gentle brush, as though you weren’t inches away from toppling over a lamp if he didn’t keep a vigilant eye on you. It was frankly, unfair. Every time he glanced over, there you were—completely at ease in a space that used to be his own.

“You could at least sit in a chair like a normal person,” Kaveh said, his tone edged with the discontent that had been steadily building up inside him. He gestured toward the chair beside him, pulling it out with a theatrical flourish as though offering you a seat at some royal banquet, “I’m not asking for much here.”

“Chairs are uncomfortable,” you replied without sparing him so much as a glance, your voice casual, almost dismissive. How oddly familiar huh? “And besides, the floor’s warm from the sun.”

Before Kaveh could fire back, the soft sound of deliberate footsteps, accompanied by the faint clinking of bronze, sliced through the tension in the air. Oh, thank god—Alhaitham was home, so he could finally take you off his hands—

But when he turned to look, his words faltered in his throat. It wasn’t Alhaitham.

Instead, it was a young man with blue eyes, fair skin, and short midnight blue hair with choppy bangs falling over unimpressed eyes. Well, at least one of those details was right?

“You’ve certainly outdone yourself this time,” Wanderer remarked, his eyes sweeping over the room with a mix of bemusement and something Kaveh couldn’t quite place. Then his gaze landed on you, relaxed and utterly unfazed, lounging in the corner, “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always had a remarkable talent for collecting problems.”

Kaveh’s eyes widened in confusion, his mind scrambling to process the unexpected sight. He had no idea what Wanderer was doing here, or why he’d chosen this exact moment to make his appearance. He didn’t even know the man all that well—certainly not well enough to waltz into his home and deal with the complete disaster Kaveh had found himself trapped in. Kaveh opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, he let out an incredulous laugh, his hands trembling slightly.

“W-Wait, what?” Kaveh spun around, his mind struggling to catch up with the scene unfolding in front of him. He glanced from you to Wanderer, and then back to you again, his confusion intensifying with each passing second, “Why you? Why—what are you doing here?”

“Me? I was under the impression you were in need of assistance," Wanderer’s lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, his voice dripping with the same wry tone he always carried. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the sound of his hat ornaments clicking against each other rings in the room, “You do seem to have a knack for making things... complicated.”

Without missing a beat, his gaze shifted back to you, scrutinizing you with a sharpness that almost seemed to pierce through the haze of frustration Kaveh was feeling, “And this must be the stray I’ve been hearing so much about.”

“Stray? Careful with your words, I bite,” You echoed the word with a flicker of annoyance, the corners of your mouth twitching downward as your eyes narrowed. Kaveh, too caught up in the whirlwind of thoughts, barely registered the subtle shift in the atmosphere—until he saw it. Small flecks of dark energy, swirling and bubbling up from the surface of the floor like ripples in a disturbed pool, were slowly spreading outward. Kaveh had never seen anyone—let alone you—manifest something like that before. Even when he was hauling your limp body away from his paint water, you only acted as a limp body, “Bold choice of words for someone who looks like they blew in on a bad breeze."

Wanderer didn’t so much as flinch at the jab or the unsettling energy bubbling from the floor. His gaze remained steady, almost bored, as his hand flicked in a smooth motion, summoning a frenzied swirl of anemo that danced wildly in his palm, his expression betraying no sign of concern. Meanwhile, your ears flicked back, irritation flaring within the depths of your gaze, but a sly, almost mischievous grin crept across your face, as though you were ready for whatever came next.

"Spirited, aren’t you?" he mused, his voice as dry and unaffected as ever, "Usually, that’s just a mask for trouble."

"And you’re all business? What, are you his boss now?" You punctuated your question with an almost mocking tilt of your head, letting the tension in the air thicken.

"No," he said bluntly, voice devoid of warmth. Wanderer’s lip curled slightly in disdain, the sharpness of his gaze intensifying as he responded in a tone colder than before, every word clipped with precision, "I don’t have the time—or the patience—to monitor his poor decisions. I’m here because someone asked me to keep an eye on the bigger picture."

"Enough!" Kaveh barked, his voice ricocheting off the walls as he sprang to his feet. His finger jabbed accusingly toward Wanderer, the motion sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, "If you two want to start duking it out, take it outside! I’ve had enough of this nonsense!"

Wanderer’s gaze remained inscrutable, his expression as neutral as ever, though there was a subtle shift in his eyes—something fleeting, almost imperceptible. The swirling anemo energy in his palm began to wane, dissipating in a controlled, deliberate manner as he flicked his wrist dismissively. The unspoken truce also retracted your claws as the dark elemental energy drifted back into the shadows as if it had never appeared in the first place.

"Overseeing you is hardly necessary," Wander replied, his tone returning to its smooth and cold tone, "The results of your decisions speak for themselves."

He stepped closer, his gaze sharpening on Kaveh, "Are you really prepared to handle the mess you've made? Do you have even the slightest idea of what you've invited into your life? Or are you just fumbling along, hoping it’ll all sort itself out?"

Kaveh’s jaw tightened, fingers twitching as if he might snap at Wanderer, but the words stuck in his throat. His room was a disaster—papers scattered like confetti, books in disarray, and an undeniable scent of half-eaten food filling the air. It was a mess, sure, but it was his mess. He glanced toward you, still sprawled out in the corner like you owned the place, and for a moment, his frustration wavered.

Sure, you were a walking, talking disruption, eating him out of house and home. But... you hadn’t been all that bad. At least you hadn’t burned the place down or knocked over any shelves yet. You were mostly quiet when you weren’t eating his food or moving things around in what he was starting to suspect was some bizarre attempt at helping. It wasn’t perfect, but somehow, despite the mess, things could’ve been worse. With a resigned sigh, Kaveh rubbed his temple and shot a glance at Wanderer. Regardless, Kaveh had taken on the responsibility to house you, even if it was a reluctant decision, but you were still his responsibility. Kaveh let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before waving a hand in Wanderer’s direction as if to brush off his concerns.

“Okay, fine. I’ll admit it—you’re right. I don’t really know who he is, where he came from, or why he insists on eating everything in sight like they’ve been cursed by a bottomless pit of hunger,” He shot you a pointed look, but there was no real malice in it, “But if he truly wanted me dead—whether for my so-called ‘poor decisions’ or because I’m his only source of free food—I think he would’ve made his move by now. I mean, he's had plenty of opportunities.”

He gestured vaguely toward the mess around him. “Like the first night, he crashed here? I was out cold. He could’ve done anything. Poisoned my food, set the place on fire, stolen my mora, or even used me as a chew toy for whatever dark energy nonsense he's capable of,” Kaveh waved his hand dramatically as though painting a dire scenario, then stopped, folding his arms with a huff, “But no. What did he do? He ate their fill, curled up in a corner, and passed out. Hardly the behavior of someone plotting my untimely demise.”

Kaveh turned to Wanderer, his tone shifting from exasperated to firm as he pointed a finger at him, “So, yes, maybe I don’t have all the answers. But at the very least, he's my responsibility right now. If anything goes wrong, it’s on me—not you. And as far as I’m concerned, this house has survived enough without you adding to the chaos. So, if you’d be so kind as to, I don't know, maybe don’t blow the place up, yeah? I’d very much appreciate it. I’m already stressed enough without adding structural repairs to the list.”

There was a brief pause as Kaveh adjusted the collar of his shirt and muttered under his breath, “Honestly, you’d think this house has a giant target painted on it the way things keep happening…”

Wanderer fixed Kaveh with a look that could only be described as utterly unimpressed, letting the heavy silence hang between them like a drawn-out sigh. His blue eyes bounced between the two of you and the tiniest hint of a smirk curled at the corner of his hips. Instead, he leaned back ever so slightly, his posture oozing casual indifference, and gave a shrug so languid it might as well have been an insult in itself.

“Choice,” he began, his voice slow and razor-edged with that detached condescension that always managed to crawl under Kaveh’s skin. Seriously, now that he thinks about it, where did Wanderer even come from to perfect that tone? “It’s the crutch people lean on when they can’t face the fact that they’re at the mercy of fate. A comforting little delusion, isn’t it? But you—”

Wanderer's lips curved into the faintest shadow of a smirk as he gestured vaguely up and down at Kaveh, “You’ve made your bed, Kaveh. Now get comfy.”

Well. That was a rather optimistic outlook. Really did wonders for Kaveh's self-esteem. Thank you for the pep talk—truly inspiring. He needs a better social life, he can only have one pessimistic realist in his life stomping on his poor little emotional heart.

"It’s not about optimism; it’s about reality," Wanderer continues with a new teasing edge, as if reading Kaveh's mind which he really hopes isn't possible, "Not everything goes according to plan, but hey—That’s the fun part, isn’t it? Keeps life… unpredictable."

The way Wanderer said it made Kaveh’s irritation spike, as though he genuinely took pleasure in the spectacle unfolding before him—or more specifically, Kaveh’s exasperation. For a moment, Kaveh paused, his frustration giving way to a fleeting sense of disbelief at just how far things had spiraled out of control. It didn’t ease his headache, but it did make him wonder if the universe was playing some elaborate joke at his expense.

"Fun? This?" he shot back, gesturing wildly to the room. Books were scattered across the floor, random objects you’d somehow decided were yours cluttered every surface, and the whole space felt like it had been turned into your personal domain of disorder, "If this is your idea of fun, I don’t even want to imagine what you’d consider a total disaster!"

Wanderer’s lips curled even further, a light yet equally heavy laugh escaping him, "Well, you could always take notes. You’re already halfway there."

He gave Kaveh a long, appraising look, his eyes flashing with a mix of mild amusement and something resembling skepticism. Kaveh stood his ground, still bristling with frustration, but there was a strange, unwavering conviction in his posture. While he didn’t seem to be particularly impressed by the show of defiance, but there was something in his gaze—a flicker of reluctant respect. It wasn’t approval, Kaveh knew, but it was something. Perhaps Wanderer had expected him to fold under the pressure, to back down in the face of the power difference between them all, but Kaveh wasn’t that easily swayed. Without a word, Wanderer gave a dismissive wave, his hat tipped once and his cloak swirling as he turned to leave. The faintest remnants of anemo stirred around his feet as he moved, but he didn’t look back. His visit, brief yet harsh just as the winds he uses, hung in the air, almost an afterthought. The door closed quietly behind him, leaving Kaveh alone once again.

Kaveh exhaled slowly, tension seeping from his shoulders, and for a brief moment, the weight of the situation lifted. The main source of concern had left, but there was a strange sense of having passed some kind of unspoken test. He didn’t know what Wanderer had seen, if anything at all, but Kaveh felt... a little more resolved. Even if Wanderer thought he was making a mistake, Kaveh had decided. He was going to handle this. He would handle it, somehow.

He glanced around his room, still a mess, still a monument to his questionable decisions. But it was his responsibility, and no amount of judgment was going to change that.

“Is he always this warm and fuzzy? Must be fun at parties.”

And he already spoke too soon.

You had been silent for what felt like an eternity, tucked away in the corner like a quiet spectator to the whole scene. The back-and-forth between Kaveh and Wanderer had been something to behold, the tension so thick you could almost taste it in the air. You had sat there, content to watch, half-amused by the spectacle and half-interested in how Kaveh would handle it. The way his frustration simmered, the way Wanderer barely seemed to care—it was all too entertaining. But now, the storm had passed. The tension had broken, and the silence in the room had settled into a comfortable lull. You could almost feel the scene winding down like a well-performed act. So, as the sound of Wanderer's footsteps faded, you finally pushed yourself up from the corner, stretching leisurely, and let a sly, mischievous grin spread across your face. The playful glint in your eyes returned, a clear signal that you were about to add your own touch to the show.

“You two have a weird vibe,” you remarked, still stretched out lazily on the floor, your posture an unholy mix of casual indifference and quiet mischief, “Are all your friends this charming?”

Kaveh gave you an exasperated glance, a thin line between his brows deepening as he muttered under his breath, “Not a friend. We're barely acquaintances.”

The words hung in the air, but you hardly noticed the growing tension. It only seemed to entertain you more. The silence between the two of you stretched for a few moments, thick and palpable until you broke it once again—oblivious to the discomfort you were causing. You propped yourself up on one elbow, looking over at Kaveh with a grin that was equal parts mischievous and playful.

“You’re a good guy, Kaveh. I think I might stick around longer,” you said, voice light and teasing, though there was an edge of sincerity buried under your usual nonchalance. However, in spite of your sincerity, Kaveh’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as if trying to will your words away.

“Not a chance,” he shot down bluntly, his tone more biting now, though the faintest trace of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth, “This isn’t permanent.”

You let his words slide right off, your grin only growing wider, a silent challenge in your eyes. With a lazy flick of your tail, you topple the lamp that Kaveh had sent you too many warning glances at, completely unbothered. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

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Hi, thank you for reading! I couldn't explore the full lore of this reader, but if you're interested in knowing more, please reach out to the original creator: @thezboss

[whereserpentswalk]

Humans are fundamentally rare in the multiverse. There are likely well over 2000 billion humans in the multiverse, but that means nothing when there are far more multiverses then there are humans, much less human civilization. There are a few pockets, but if you go to most habitable universes you'll find nobody is there, and if there is someone there they're mostly surrounded by nobody. And where there are humans sometimes they've changed themselves into things that aren't really human anymore.

For example, you'll end up in a universe that's a flat endless plane, covered in lush rainforests. And you'll hear that there's a human civilization of 14 million people there. But then you'll see that in the heart of that human civilization is a great city of about ten million people. And that great city is an amazing place, a civilization with countless great things, thousands of years of history, and multiple distinct cultures and ethnic groups living there. But then you realize that the majority of the humans in that universe live in one city. And then you learn that two million people outside the city live a day's drive from the city, most of them near one of the rivers intersecting the city. And beyond that there's an infinite plane, larger then humanity's first planet, and it has only two million to populate it, most of them so isolated they'll never know a multiverse, or even other humans, exist. Most of this "human inhabited" universe is continent sized stretches of forest no human has ever been, where only pythons the size of whales, eusocial monkeys, venomous tree cats, wolves that hunt by echolocation, and other such creatures lay. And with how far it is from any other human inhabited plane it is, they'll likely never know other humans exist in any sense other then vaugly knowing their origins.

Back when humanity's home universe wasn't lost, people thought the idea of empty land was a dream, that they could be the ones to populate it. But now there's so much of it, that it's useless trying to inhabit it all.

There's humans who've adapted harshly to their planes. For example, there's a universe where everything is filled with a poison gas. But it's where humans ended up, so they attempted by wearing skin tight rubber suits and gas masks while outside. After countless generations of multiple humans civilizations and nations existing in that plane, humans have entirely lost their skin there. At least they don't have skin like most people do, it's like it's all a sensitive second layer not meant to ever be exposed, sof moist and hairless. They don't need to eat when they inject nutrients, so their jaws have fused together, and their digestive system is gone. And since they have goggles on at all times no eyelids are needed. They wouldn't consider a human without their protective suit to even be naked, they'd consider them to be flayed. They only ever take off their suits when they grow out of one, or when they take on the painful burden of reproducing with eachother. They're all fine with how things work, none of them like the idea of having proper skin again. And the few times they've interacted with humans from other dimensions they treat them as one would a civilization of walking skeletons.

Sometimes things become incredibly strange just from how colonization happens is an example of humans who ended up on a near perfect copy of humanity's hone universe, but who lost a lot of their initial population and had to resort to unorthodox means to repopulate. They reproduced through artificial wombs, mixing DNA through blood instead of through natrual reproduction. And because of this they lost the ability to reproduce naturally through generations of evolution. For thousands of years, and countless civilizations and countries, they've been entirely sexless. The genes that cause them to develope secondary sex characteristics never trigger, and their genitals are basically nothing but holes for them to urinate through. Even the part of their arm where blood is drawn has naturally thinner skin and no pain receptors. They think of sex as just something animals do, and they find the idea that humans from other universes do it completely disgusting, like seeing a human with the traits of a wild animal.

There's also examples of humans who don't lose their bodies but they do lose their culture. For example, there's a group of humans who ended up on a plane of endless forests, inhabited by countless insectiod creatures, with several sapient species between them. The humans didn't have any land to take, so they became a middle man minority for most of the major civilizations there. There are no human kings or republics, no human armies, no humans cities. Humans there are a loose diaspora, with a culture that's built in the shadows of other creatures empires. The time since they had their own plane, and their own sovereign civilizations, is so long gone it seems strange to think of. They're entirely a people defined by serving other species, sometimes they're rich merchants and allies to the state, sometimes they're poor and destitute, sometimes they're equal and partially assimilated, but they are by their definition part of a greater whole. And most of them live without ever thinking of their species as one that can even have its own nations and cities.

There are ones which went the other way. For example on a cold and desolate plane, there's a human civilization that got sentient machines to do all their labor for them. On this plane every human is nobility, and infact their word for human and their word for lord is the same thing. There are no humans who aren't part of the ruling class, with countless sapient robots as their subjects. Some humans there won't even see another human outside of their family unless they're doing diplomacy with other noble houses. Of course, if a human loses their wealth, they're no longer considered humans, just being one of the countless robot subjects. And if a machine gains enough resources to be given a noble title, then they're considered human. There is no way that that society comprehends humanity without comprehending its ruling caste.

We've even found a few very far planes where humans have been stranded and forgotten they were from anywhere else. For example there's a colony vessel that became standed on a universe that's mostly a weightless void, but has a few habitable orbs. They luckily found an orb with the closest equivalent life to their homeworld, but by the time they got there they reverted to the stone age. They fought off the local demihumans that they later named the denisovans and neanderthals, but by the time they had technology to understand their history they just assumed they evolved from the local demihuman lines. They're at a high level of technology now, with some very interesting cold weather adaptations (including the unique trait of colored hair) but they don't seem to know about humanity's history at all. Wish them luck out there, it's very cold, and very lonely in this multiverse, mabye they're happiest to think it's as small as it is for them.

[kys02]

Hi yall!!

TW: mentions of child abuse / emotional and physical punishment

I cannot stop thinking about why Jax is afraid of corn.

Since I can’t give a definite answer to this question, I decided to collect all the theories I’ve seen about it. Starting with the most likely ones and ending with the ones I don’t fully believe - but hey, we can’t rule anything out. That’s the point of theories, right?

1. Something happened on a farm (traumatic event)

Jax might have experienced a traumatic event connected to a farm. (According to Gooseworx, corn reminds him of a farm.)

Maybe he lived there or ended up there as a child, and something terrible happened, like an accident, death, abuse, isolation, etc.

2. Incident in a corn-filled silo

A silo is a tall, cylindrical structure used on farms to store things like grain, corn, or hay.

They can be very deep, and if someone falls in, it’s almost impossible to get out. Inside, the grain acts like a liquid - if someone falls into a big pile of corn, it can suck them down and suffocate them, like quicksand. This is a real danger, especially for kids or farm workers.

Jax might have accidentally ended up inside a silo (or someone locked/forgot him there), and he almost suffocated in the corn. Maybe he screamed for help, but no one heard. That experience could’ve left him with a lasting phobia tied directly to corn.

3. Got lost in a cornfield

As a kid, Jax might’ve wandered into a cornfield and couldn’t find his way out. Panic set in, maybe night fell.

Since this theory assumes he lived on a farm, it’s possible - though personally, I think it feels a little too simple and cliché for such a deep character.

4. He was punished by being forced to kneel on corn

What I mean is: this is a form of punishment.

In some countries, kids were made to kneel on dry grains (like peas or corn) as discipline. It’s painful and humiliating - the hard grains dig into your knees, and after a few minutes it becomes genuinely painful. This kind of “parenting” was considered strict but acceptable, especially in abusive households.

Jax’s parents might’ve used this method of punishment - making him kneel on corn when he “misbehaved.” From childhood, he would’ve developed a direct association: corn = pain, shame, helplessness. This fear might even be subconscious.

5. Jax jumps away from corn like cats do with cucumbers

It’s just an instinct, something about the shape and texture of corn triggers him, the same way cats react to cucumbers. Cats are super sensitive to sudden changes in their environment. A cucumber placed behind them unexpectedly can scare them badly, because they can’t instantly process what it is.

Some experts think cucumbers might remind cats of snakes, which they instinctively fear. Maybe Jax has a similar response - corn triggers his fight-or-flight reflex for reasons even he doesn’t fully understand.

6. Rabbits shouldn’t eat corn (and Jax is a rabbit)

While rabbits can nibble on corn, it’s actually harmful to them. It’s hard to digest, can cause bloating, and lead to serious digestive issues - even death, if eaten regularly.

Rabbits have very sensitive digestive systems.

In the Circus, Jax appears as an anthropomorphic rabbit - and even if it’s just a mask or stylization, his fear response could be physically tied to that form. It’s possible that his “rabbit body” instinctively recognizes corn as something dangerous - something toxic. This fear wouldn’t even have to be rational. It could be a subconscious defense mechanism baked into his current form, just like real rabbits instinctively avoid harmful food.

7. Trypophobia

Corn kernels/cobs visually resemble trypophobic patterns - holes, rows, symmetry. Some people experience strong disgust or fear when exposed to these kinds of visuals. It’s possible that Jax has trypophobia.

Let me know in the comments if I missed anything or if you have your own theories! I’d love to read what you think, and I’ll absolutely keep it in mind for future posts.

Thanks for reading! 🌽🐇

[pincushionx]

Is needing raw meat and blood the only traits hunter has in this AU? or does he have others?

Nope, our boy developed increased senses like better smell, hearing and eyesight. One big difference between Hunter and the other witches is that his ears are constantly moving, detecting every little sound and are more emotive in general. It’s cute if not odd to the other witches.

One clear difference is his teeth. While witches can have fangs, Hunter chompers are absolute killers compared to theirs. His canines jut outwards a bit to stab into his prey and hook his teeth under their skin, making it impossible to escape without causing excessive bleeding. His later incisor and first molar are sharp to tear into meat better. The rest molars are relatively normal if not a bit sharper than usual. He does have an extremely strong jaw that can break through bone, fun when eating jaw breakers but also means if he gets you, he ain’t letting go without at least a piece of you with him.

His biggest differences are in the inside with his digestive system with developing a smaller intestine, colon and cecum making it difficult to get any sort of nutrients from normal food. He found that outside of raw meat and blood, raw eggs and certain dairy products are fairly good. (Fish too but that’s included in meat)

Eyes constricting happened during hunting since it’s a way to protect the eyes if sun is out. Basically the pupil and iris getting really small.(it also makes him look a bit scary)

Their some other grimwalker head canons thrown in here like immunity to the heat like boiling rain and fire, lack of pulse, stone lungs when sleeping, and being able to hold his breathe for a really long time. This is all to build Grimwalkers to be super predators in a way, something for witches to fear. heheh they’re kinda like cats.

Thank you for the ask :33

Here’s some extra references

[foxprints]

Newest version of my design for Murderbot, this time with all sorts of fun details! I just love drawing it so much!! And I have a similar design sheet for Three, though I'm still working on it.

Details about specific parts of the design are under the cut! Because I've spent too much time contemplating how everything works and why and figuring out which parts are organic and which are inorganic and how it's put together...

The ports on its back from the top down: data port, repair valve, external recharge port for primary power supply, resupply valve, and external recharge port for auxiliary power supply.

The light on its chest is a sort of power indicator

The primary power supply in its chest is what's used on a regular basis. It usually has a kinetic self recharging mechanism (sort of like a car battery in that moving helps it stay charged) that is entirely adequate in most circumstances. When the energy weapons are used, or it hooks itself up to a dead system to act as a power supply, or does a lot of intense movement/fighting/processing, the energy levels may drop enough that it either has to manually engage a recharge cycle or its systems force it into a shutdown to recharge. When this sort of recharge cycle is initiated, the power is taken from the auxiliary power supply. These power cells can last an incredibly long time.

Its eyes are inorganic, but not typically noticeable as such unless it's actively adjusting filters etc. They do have a slight glow to them and will reflect light like a cat's eye in the right circumstances

SecUnits eyes produce a saline solution not unlike tears to help clear out debris and keep the lenses moving smoothly. And SecUnits can cry -- the ability to is usually suppressed by the governor module.

Not actually shown here, but it has inorganic filaments throughout its body that help distribute energy from the power cells. They glow yellow and are visible from under the skin during an external recharge (which should be rare) or if there is an unexpected surge of power sent through it

Its insides are a mix of organic and synthetic, with organs being one or the other depending on how easy they are to replace or how much use they get. For example, the endocrine system is biological, the neural pathways and nervous system are mixed, the heart and lungs are inorganic. There's no need for a digestive system, bladder, or liver. It has synthetic organs similar to kidneys that help make sure the fluids -- both blood and synthetic -- are properly filtered and free of contaminants.

The skeletal framework is made up entirely of a metal alloy of some sort. This makes SecUnits and combat units quite heavy compared to a human. ComfortUnits have a lighter synthetic frame that keeps their weight comparable to that of the average human. The metal used in Combat SecUnits is heavier and more dense than that used in regular sec and combat units.

[followthebluebell]

I feel dumb for realizing it but it's ok for dogs to have kitty gogurts?? I just.... sort of assumed that since cat food is made specifically for cats and dog for dogs, that even treats shouldn't be mixed up. But on deeper thought, like, a once in a blue moon a treat should be ok?? Does this mean I can give my kitties some of those puppy ice creams??

As a rare treat, they're absolutely fine. There's nothing in a cat gogurt that dogs CAN'T have--- I used them to get Truffle used to grooming equipment and nail trim stuff when he was a puppy. They're a SUPER high value treat that I used very sparingly when I absolutely needed to get his attention. Worst thing that ever happened to him was a little bad poop if he ate too much because his digestive system wasn't used to it. But honestly, a little bad poop was a small price to pay for a dog who's very comfortable with clippers.

But this doesn't always work the other way around. Dogs generally have a higher tolerance of dairy products than cats do, so pup cups and other doggie ice creams usually don't agree as well with kitties. It's also a question of amounts. Cats are (usually) a lot smaller than dogs, so their tolerance for these things is more sensitive.

so you gotta use your best judgment when looking at cross species treats. Cat treats tend to be higher in protein and oils, for example, so a dog prone to pancreatitis should be more cautious.

[sober-stupid-shithead]

SFW tfp Knockout core head canons? If your still doing headcanons of course. Totally not a Knockout simp here. Lol.

ah yes. core headcanons.

hehe jk I gotchu! ;3c

Hopefully these are to your liking! As much as I love this fruity car, I tend to avoid writing him because he's just a complex individual and I'm scared of mischaracterizing him! >.< But I think I did these pretty well. Also threw in some Breakdown because he needs more love! Thank you for the request!!

(CW: Minor fearplay, flirty dialogue, human/cybertronian, GN reader, vore obvs, brief disgust at said vore (idk if I need to say all this but thought I'd better be safe than sorry))

-At first he would be totally disgusted, to be honest. Assuming you are a human, he would NOT be keen on having one of you gross little aliens in his internal tanks. What if you give him some kind of injury, make his stomach hurt, or give him bad breath?

-Don't get me wrong, he's a big fan of all things morbid and weird, but that doesn't mean he wants them happening to HIM.

-But as time goes on after you or whoever brings it up, he definitely thinks about it. A lot. A lot more than someone disgusted of it should.

-Suddenly the idea becomes a lot more cute and endearing than he once supposed.

-He might even like the idea of having Breakdown swallow you instead to observe the experience medically and figure out whether or not you'd cause a bug in his systems. Definitely not because he thinks his conjux interacting with such a tiny little thing is cute. And his little belly pouch is cute. Totally not.

-One day he'd simply be too curious to not try. Besides, at this point he's already accepted the fact that he's grown attached to one of those little squishy vermin, so why not toss them a bone. He's self aware enough to know how he feels, unlike some. (Starscream)

-He would SO tease you about it. Like incessantly. Like nonstop. Like it's getting annoying and infuriating. And he's making really shitty puns about it too. let's hope you can survive his cringepocalypse

-Expect a nice long bath as well, since he's a clean freak and refuses to get any earth gunk in his tanks. But he'll make it nice for you, almost like a spa. Ruffling your soapy hair with his claws and dousing you in warm water. You look like an adorable wet cat to him.

-After he dries you off with a plush towel, he probably gives you a little lick or a kiss before putting you in his mouth. Just because.

-"You fleshies have the strangest fascinations… But fantastic tastes."

-(yes another horrible pun)

-He'd swallow you up quickly, but might prolong you going down his throat. You can't deny he's a bit of a sadist, and might think its funny or cute to make you think you might suffocate 😭 sorry

-As much as he was disgusted and weirded out at first, any fear of him being still grossed out is washed away by how loud this boy PURRS. His engine is very happily rumbling and it's loud enough to be heard by any mechs around him. A very happy camper indeed.

-When you make it to his stomach, it is very cozy. Warm and just big enough to have room to breath and shift as you please. Dim red biolights give it a lovely atmosphere and allow you to see yourself and the surroundings a bit. There's a very shallow amount of energon and digestive fluids at the bottom, but it's bubbly like a soda and smells like a rich spice you can't quite name.

-Maybe he drank something to make it smell better. Maybe not. He won't tell you.

-He's a lot more mellow with you tucked away in his storage tanks. Still sassy as ever, but slightly sleepier and nicer. If he could ignore work and just cuddle up in his own berth, he would. It's a very comforting full feeling that you can't quite get with just energon.

-You aren't coming out for a while. Not even if you want to. He found a new thing he likes, and he couldn't care less if you're getting bored. He sure isn't! Besides, you've got plenty teasing banter to enjoy, especially if Breakdown decides to stick around.

-Cheesy pet names are already his bread and butter, but I think after this its going to be even worse. Many more food related ones, to be specific. Morsel, cupcake, snack, crumb, honey, sugar cookie, pumpkin… The list goes on.

-And as embarassing as all of these might be, you can just as easily get him back by massaging the sides of his tank. The first time you tried, he nearly doubled over from the weirdly ticklish sensation. He will be purring so loud you go deaf, but just make sure you don't catch him off guard while talking to Megatron. He can NOT be purring and giggling on the job. And you'll definitely regret it later.