#clack cat

[catsofyore]

🥰 1916. Source.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

When people called Zack a puppy Cloud agreed. Whole heartedly he agreed cause how could he not? The way Zack lit up when he talked to people he knew and liked and the fact that he was always willing to meet new people? All with this look that made people imagine perked ears and a wagging tail?? Total puppy.

What people didn’t know though, and what Cloud took absolute pride in being the only one who really knew it, was Zack was just like a cat in the privacy of their apartment.

With the way he would seek out affection but just as quickly bat Cloud away when he got over it or decided it was too much. Lazing around on the couch or in their bed, all languidly spread out and content to either nap or just sit there looking out the window. Randomly coming up to Cloud and purposefully getting in his space and hindering what he was doing just so he could gain his attention and affection.

It’s honestly adorable and Cloud absolutely loves it. Fully relishes in lathering on the affection when Zack wants it and leaving him be when he doesn’t. Laughs and jokes when the older gets in his space incessantly but ultimately yields anyway. Joins him in his lazing when he feels like it and wastes the day away nestled up against him.

[hydriad81194]

bro Phil has so much potions on him now he’ll fucking jingle when he walks because of all the glass in his bag

[jewfrogs]

sitting in my apartment and heard a single angelic note of a cat meowing so loud

[eternal-reverie]

I have that one long fic project that I’m slowly working on but one idea caught me that I really want to write fast and casually???

It’s about Chirithy, specifically Strelitzia’s chirithy, caught in a time loop that starts off the night before Strelitzia tries to find player and ends at when Chirithy and Strelitzia are struck down. And then Chirithy wakes up remembering those events and tries their hardest to change fate

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

you ever look a show up because youre like what is this actually about and then find the most 2006 photo youve ever seen? yeah, me too

[sarasa-cat]

Oh man. My feels. Up in the writing nook, where the furniture is old fashion and my wooden chair is modified for comfort with ergonomic pillows and:

1. Soft warm lighting on.

2. A big hot mug of herbal tea.

3. My iPad in portrait mode sitting like a big tall piece of paper in my ridiculously _aesthetic(tm)_ mechanical keyboard styled exactly like an old fashion typewriter with the loudest mechanical switches installed so it goes clackity clackity clack clack DING when I type.

4. And then Park Avenue Petite suddenly comes on next in my jazz stream. Always beautiful.

Moooooooood

[kassander]

i like them. that is all.

[asdcats]

Sorry to bug you but I just saw your poll and uh... What is a prayer cube???

It's an infinity cube with the Lords prayer on it (I forgot the infinity part oops)

[saintvampe]

logged in on my work laptop to say i have signed up for many events this pride week and next week during my mini break, i will be maybe in dc to see my crush before i start teaching summer school so my activity will be very low activity for the indefinite future, though we all knew that already... thanks to everyone for being sooo patient w me, sorry for not writing, my life has gotten... exponentially busy.

[minipliny]

My askbix is open!!!!! For a bit. Actually it usually is but usually many things happeb

[naturally-dazed]

in my journey to force tiktok to get to know me, my fyp is now strictly cute keyboards, cooking/recipes and cat videos. thats it thats all this is MY brainrot.

[tampon-on-the-sidewalk]

Butterbel comes into my room with a muffled chirp, a toy mouse in her mouth.

She sets it down for me. I throw it. She does absolutely nothing.

Hours later, Butterbel does the same muffled chirp. "Oh? Another toy?"

It's a cap to a whipped cream bottle. "Honey, that's not a toy."

She sets it down, goes absolutely feral towards it, and then runs out of the room with it in her mouth.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Blind!Reader who accidentally bumped hard into Mafia!Konig, hard enough for to Konig thought it's some punk who wants to pick a fight with him but only to find a cute girlie with a walking stick that sprawled on the floor because of the wall of meat he is (feel free to use the "you hurt your ankle!?" excuse for him to take Blind!Reader for his own)

Konig was ready to kill when he felt someone bump into him. A fucker should be blind not to notice this wall of muscles and bottled anger coming his way - and Konig sure as hell would make them blind if they are dumb enough not to look around when they are walking. His hand goes to grasp his gun - an instinct, in case the fucker wasn't just dumb, but an enemy...and then he hears a whimper. Clacking of a stick falling to the ground. Cute whimpers. Female whimpers. The "oh my god, sir, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to bump into you, but they changed the street layout since winter and-" God, you were fucking adorable. Precious. Pretty. Cute. Whimpering like a kitten when he helped you stand up, letting you clutch on his hands as a guiding line. Supported you by your waist while handing you the walking stick - and not letting go of your body even as you were trying to stand up without being wobbly. He knows you're probably fine, you didn't fall that badly, but he grasps for straws in trying to keep you by his side. Apologizes, even, his nervous and anxious self returning for a second as he understands that the situation isn't about possible murder. It's about possibly finding a cute girlfriend. Now, he obviously can't leave you to fend for yourself. Konig doesn't care that you survived on your own and is perfectly fine without him - he also doesn't care that you really hate having him dote over you like you're some helpless creature. He needs you by his side, preferably under him, and the fact you survived for so long on your own actually doesn't say anything - he needs to protect you, even if it means being as overbearing as possible. Even if it means simply picking you up like a lost cat and getting you over his shoulder, squeezing your ass one time before packing you into a dark vehicle. You can calm down by trying to memorize his face through your hands, and he can memorize himself with the curves of your sweet body. God, he is going to enjoy making you his...even if it means locking you up in his mansion so no enemy could use you to get to him.

[poems-of-a-lover]

No one:

Nick typing: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8LuFDrm/

-cat anon

THIS IS SUCH A CALLOUT OMG

[keeps-ache]

'worry not foul beast, i am only putting on headphones'