#im obsessed with that cat image

[1800miserablethot]

Bam Margera with cats 🐈

[catboygraveunboxing]

yinyang art dump because im obsessed with them (spoiler free)

[ms-all-sunday]

this is what she looks at robin like when she is explaining the fact 4 boys simultaneously were her romantic awakenings, they all liked her mutually and it lead to her having to confront her mental health issues, leaving her destitute and the happiest she's ever been

[royalthorned]

is berlin haven a fic about remus and nagini? 😋😋 just know that i'll be here waiting for it like this

it is!! it’s the most indulgent thing i’ve written and is just a load of sporadic cute moments between them in their dingy unheated apartment as they make jam & get taught each others native languages & spend weeks making the comfiest bed

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish life pictures and etc.

[dingyhongy]

I really really really like this image

[distrxst]

the day i get to use this icon is the day there is love and peace on planet beetle

[nxctern]

Through the echoes

[taiyami]

why not just call yourself pan then? bisexuality is for cis people sorry

I'm pretty sure the cis folk who call me a fag aren't gonna care if I'm pan or bi so neither should you, baby. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go flex my muscles in the mirror for an hour.

[todayisafridaynight]

Mine and Jo meet could you imagine the interaction?

probably not the worst meeting to happen tbh. they could bond over excel. and puncturing people whenever their bosses are put out of order

[tentacletournament]

For the octokittens, you could ask fanartists if you could use their art. @/flamet-draws and @/moonstonemoonlight are some active artists that have drawn them

tysm!! im gonna make an official post later on about how im gonna get images for characters without canon designs but I am in need of as much advice as I can get <3

[frogchiro]

IM HOLDING YOUR HAND PLEASE WE CAN BE DELUSIONAL TOGETGER!!!!

no the letter should be so terrifying, but nothing in it is threatening towards you and its all praises, all words of utter adoration and instead of calling the police you're just on your bed kicking your feet like it's a normal love letter

you start wearing cuter outfits to visit Simon at the butchers, start looking for any excuses to see him! cute little sundresses that show you off a little bit too much, always greeting him with such a sweet smile, bringing him meals you've made with anything you've brought to him! leaving him a little letter confessing just how much you appreciate everything he does, and you mean Everything, and just how many nights you stay awake thinking of him :(

RAAAAAHHH LETS GO

You're absolutely right love :(( Dolling yourself up just to go over to his shop and buy some of that extra fresh meat he always specifically leaves for you, softly pouting and complaining about the new recipe you wanted to try but you accidentally made too much of the cream stew and you're afraid it'll go bad.

Sheepishly asking him if he'd like some as a kind of thank you for the meat he sets aside for you and all the nice things he's done for you like help repairing the old piping and Ghost is over the fucking moon. You offer to cook him food? Share your food with him?? It sound almost like a proposal to him; you already act like the perfect wife for him, you obviously must love him too right??

Wearing cute sundresses when going to the butcher's, always pretty and dolled up and your heart is hammering inside your ribcage, cheeks warm and eyes glossy. Also if you think that Simon won't jerk off to the image of you all neat and pretty in your little yellow dress think again. Gets off like crazy of the sheer contrast between you two; he's a very large man, standing at a whopping 6'4 killing machine, hands rough and callous from years of hard work in the military and now as a butcher, covered in blood. He's big, he's heavy and has a heady musky scent that he'd love to rub off on you.

And then there's you, so small compared to him and soft, your soft curves and body coming to him in dreams at night. There is a certain...something in your eyes that he can't quite decipher, a deep sadness and pain and yet you're still always polite to him and everyone around you, always smiling and greeting others, even rescuing that malnourished black cat that no one wanted and now it's the most spoiled fat black cat he'd ever seen. You smell so nice too, sweet like the baked goods you're often baking but also...like home. Like all those spices and seasonings you put into your food, your perfumes and your own distinct smell, like warmth and safety.

He's obsessed and in love, cums with a growl of your name and grumbles at the sight of his sperm covering his tummy and hairy chest, it should've been inside you and not waste it like this >:(

Little does he know is that you're laying now in your bed wide awake thinking about the mysterious dark butcher who captured your heart, his 'secret' letter in your hand as you re read it for the 3rd time and your heart swells and cheeks warm up at the borderline worshipful words of your 'secret admirer'.

[cryptidclaw]

I dont think Ive ever mentioned this but I have a HUGE obsession with Calico Critters/Sylvanian Families and I have no clue how I have not drawn warrior cats in this style until now...

any waysss here's my designs for the FireSandLong fam as a Calico Critters family set hehehe, Im so happy with this this is so cute, this is one of my most favorite things that I have drawn. I want to draw even more WC critters fams now!!

Bonus! just FireSand fam for canon enjoyers!

Image desc. v

[Image 1 ID: a digital drawing of Sandstorm, Firestar, Longtail, Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw drawn in the style of the Calico Critters toy line. Sandstorm is standing at the top left, she is a sandy colored spikey furred tabby with black fur covering the right half of her face and her left arm, she is wearing a light green dress with a light yellow color and trim. Firestar id standing in the top middle with his arm raised in a wave, he is a bright orange tabby tom with long fur, and he is wearing a light yellow shirt and dark blue overalls with a green pocket and buttons. Longtail is standing at the top right, he is a short furred light brown tabby with black stripes, and he is wearing a light blue shirt with light yellow buttons and green pants. Squirrelpaw is standing at the bottom left, she is a long furred dark ginger tabby with black ears and freckles, she is wearing a light blue shirt with a dark blue dress overtop. Leafpaw is standing at the bottom right with her arm raised in a wave, she is a short furred calico cat with a red and brown tabby patch on the top of her head and some orange tabby spots on her face, she is wearing a yellow dress with a light green collar and trim. above the cats is the calico critters logo and below them is the family set circular emblem with "Fire Cat Family" written on it. the background is a very blurry scene with a blue sky and green grass./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: An Illustration similar to the last image, but this time the characters are lined up in a row overlapping each other. Squirrelpaw is standing in front of and between Sand and Fire, and Leafpaw is standing in front of and between Fire and Longtail./End ID]

[Image 3 ID: an illustration similar to the first image but Longtail is not in the picture/ End ID]

[Image 4 ID: an illustration similar to the second image but Longtail is not in the picture/ End ID]

[bonpair]

Lovebug au but the narrator falls in love with something stupid like milk or toast and has like a week-long obsession with toast for seemingly no reason.

Thanks anon (comic and description below cut)

[Comic description:

A digitally drawn comic of The Narrator and Stanley from The Stanley Parable in the lovebug au. The narrator is on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, holding a digital red heart shaped screen, he is sweating and staring intensely at the toast on screen. Stanley opens the door with a plate of pngs of buttered toast and a glass bottle of milk. The narrator jumps in bed, smashing the heart screen in his hand.

"STANLEY!?"

Stanley raises an eyebrow and The narrator calms down.

"Oh. Oh. You have a…"

The narrator grabs his own hair and runs his hands down his face, "Oh god *sigh,* I guess the breads out of the toaster."

The image zooms out to show them looking very small. The narrator corrects himself, "I mean. Cats out of the bag."

"I've been so… scatterbrained lately." The narrator emphasizes with waving his hands and then sighing.

The narrator gets out of bed, "The only thing that gets my mind at ease is… toast and milk."

"And as time rolled on…" The narrator sits turned around on a wheeled chair, Stanley places the plate on the bed.

"Im. So ashamed to admit this, but…" The narrator sits hunched on the chair, a faint image of the Shinji Chair pose is in the background.

The narrator fully hunches over, "I've grown an obsession with it."

The narrator comes very close to Stanleys face, hes picking up the chair and has an intense gaze, "A deep passion for it."

The narrator sits back in his chair, smiling.

"Stanley, you have offered a truly touching gift to me. Seeing as we are now closer than before, perhaps I can help you understand my desire on a more…"

The narrator turns around in his chair and pulls up a booble doc on a heart shaped screen.

"...Personal level."

The narrator turns around with a prose about milk and toast in his hands.

"I have some literature-"

SLAM

Narrator is cut off as Stanley slams the door shut. / .End Comic descrption.]

[auras-moonstone]

Hii! Could you please write an ethan fic based off the ybwm music video but y/n and ethan are childhood bestfriends and but doesnt notice her until prom? ALSO IM LISTENING TO 1989 TV RN AND ITS SOOOO GOOD

been here all along — ethan landry

word count: 3,306

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n had been best friends since they were little, but y/n, unbeknownst to ethan, has always been i love with him. it isn’t until prom night that he finds out.

warnings: none!

Y/N WAS STUDYING ON HER DESK WHEN SHE SAW HER BEST FRIEND’S SILHOUETTE THROUGH HER WINDOW. Ethan threw himself to the bed, lying on his back as he tiredly rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone to his ear. He felt eyes on him, so he turned around and saw the girl staring at him with a worried expression. He smiled instantly and, after hanging up the phone, he went to grab a small board and a marker.

hey, creep, he showed her the careless handwriting with a smirk.

Y/N stuck her tongue out before grabbing her own board. you okay?

i’m fine, he replied with a shrug and a forced smile.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, i know you better than that.

His shoulders slumped, can i hang out with you for a while?

always. back door is open!

Less than five minutes later Ethan entered her room and plopped down on her bed, resting his head on his hand. Y/N noticed his eyes were a bit red and had dark bags under them, and yet he continued to be he most gorgeous human she had laid her eyes on.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, resisting the need to run her fingers through his wet brown hair.

“Coach killed us at practice today. My whole body hurts.” he mumbled.

“And…” she urged him to go on, knowing that was not it.

Ethan sighed. “I hate that you know me so well.” he groaned. “I fought with Mila.”

“Again.” she added, trying to hide her bitterness.

Mila and him had been dating for a couple of months, and she had managed to turn the ray of sunshine that Ethan used to be into a person who was always tired and in a gloomy mood. She had completely brought him down.

People at school loved the couple. And, on the outside, they seemed perfect. Ethan was the captain of the hockey team and the most good-looking boy at school, and Mila was the cheer captain and most good-looking girl at school—perfect pairing, right? On paper, yes.

But Y/N had the disgrace of witnessing most of their fights and the toxicity that filled the air whenever they were together. At the beginning, they had a normal relationship but eventually, the attention got the best of Mila and she turned into a controlling, jealous girlfriend who was also obsessed with painting the perfect image.

“Yeah… this time it was about prom.” he scoffed.

“What about it?”

“She came to practice and said we had to go buy her dress and my suit. Then she wants me to take fucking dancing classes because everything needs to be perfect and I can’t mess it up with my dance moves.”

“She’s going to have to buy tons of oil bottles for that. The Tin Man from Wizards of Oz can move better than you.”

Ethan laughed and threw her a pillow. “You’re such an asshole.”

Y/N smiled like the Cheshire cat. Ethan had no idea that his smile could practically light up the whole town, and it made her furious that Mila managed to take that away. Ever since they started dating, Ethan very rarely smiled around others.

“Anyways, the thing is I refused to do that. You know how tired I am after practice, and she got pissed and wouldn’t let me leave. I ended up holding back hockey practice and coach was furious.” he explained. “Then, after practice, she called and silly me thought—nice, she is going to apologize, but no. She wanted to see if I’d changed my mind. And that made me mad, so we started fighting about her interrupting practice and how furious she would be if I were to find her during cheer practice. Then she started yelling and I just hung up because my head fucking hurts.”

Y/N watched with sad eyes. What was he doing with a girl like that? She clearly didn’t care about him. “I’m sorry about your psycho of a girlfriend. You deserve better” she said, and he gave her a small smile. “There’s Tylenol on my drawer and the bottle is filled with water.”

“Thanks. You’re the best, did you know that? Being with you is lately the only thing that makes me feel at peace.”

“I love you, Eth, and I’ll always be here.”

The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly. “I love you, too.” he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Can I stay over?”

“Of course.”

Ethan fell asleep quickly, contrary to Y/N, whose thoughts kept her brain working like crazy. Ethan’s sweet words about her making him feel at peace should be heartwarming, but instead it made her heart hurt. Why couldn’t he see her the way she saw him? The way he saw Mila. Why couldn’t Ethan see that she was dying to be in Mila’s place and that he deserved so much better than her?

Ethan deserved to be with someone who treated him like he hung the moon, and instead he was settling for someone who overwhelmed him and brought him down, someone who cared more about what other people said than about his feelings and happiness. It made Y/N both sad and angry, and she prayed he would wake up and see he was worth more.

ETHAN ENTERED HIS ROOM AND DRAGGED HIS FEET TOWARDS HIS BED. He wanted to take a long nap and disconnect from the world, ignoring all the things that were overwhelming him lately. He wanted those feelings to be gone, he needed a good sleep and a good cry. And as if God had heard his prayers, the problems evaporated once his eyes caught sight of his best friend dancing around her room without a care in the world. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile, waiting for her to notice.

The girl stopped as soon as she felt eyes on her. Frowning, she quickly scribbled something on her blackboard.

i don’t do shows for free, quit looking

Laughing, he wrote back, what kind of shows do you do? i’m interested.

Y/N pretended to throw up and replied, i’m calling 911 pervert. And as he shook his head, she quickly wrote something else. you look stressed. wanna talk about it?

And as every afternoon, Ethan ended up sprawled on his best friend’s bed with her lying beside him. “First of all, I broke up with Mila.” he started, and Y/N’s heart stopped.

She tried her best not to smile at that, and managed to mutter “I’m sorry about that.”

Ethan shrugged, “It’s fine. We both know we weren’t really invested in that relationship. I’m stressed because she was furious, screaming something about ruining her chances of being prom queen and disappointing the school by our break-up.”

“And you feel bad about it.” Y/N stated, knowing him like the back of her hand.

“A little bit. I mean, I don’t get it, but prom is important to her for some reason. And now she needs to find another date.”

“That won’t be a problem, though. She’s literally the most gorgeous girl in school.”

“She’s not the most gorgeous girl in school.” he said, but quickly shook his head and moved on. “But it’s us who they want. Ethan and Mila, not Mila and some other guy.”

“Well, if it makes you feel so bad, you should go with her.” Y/N said out loud as her inner voice called her stupid in different languages.

Ethan frowned. “I don’t want to get back with her. And I thought you hated her.”

“I don’t hate her.” she argued.

“I heard you said you’d like her to recreate Regina George’s bus scene.” Ethan said, trying not to laugh at the guilty face she made.

“Look, everyone has intrusive thoughts.” she defended herself and Ethan bursted out laughing. “I’m not proud of it. But, moving on, I’m not telling you to get back with her, but just be her date to prom and then go your separate ways. We’re leaving for college soon, anyways.”

“I suppose you’re right.” he nodded. “That’s another reason why I’m stressed, college.”

“What about it?”

“I’m scared.” he confessed

“Why? Eth, you’re an stellar player. Lots of colleges already told you they’re interested.”

“I’m not scared of not getting into any college. I’m scared that we won’t end up in the same one.” he explained. And his eyes got glossy by just thinking about Y/N not being part of his every day life.

They had known each other since forever. They grew up together and it was in his plans to continue to grow alongside her. She was his person, and he knew he was her person too. She was his other half, he wasn’t complete without her. He rolled his eyes everytime he heard someone say that ‘we are our own person and it was wrong to believe someone complemented you’. He thought that was bullshit. Him and Y/N complemented each other and their lives wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t have each other. A part of them would be missing.

“I’m positive we will both end up on the same college. But even if that doesn’t happen, there’s absolutely no way that will be the end of our friendship, Eth. Come on, you really think our bond is not strong enough to handle a little distance?”

“You’re right.” he said, wiping his tears with the heel of his palm. “It still would suck not to have you there to annoy me every minute of the day.”

“Fuck you, Ethan.” she pinched his side, making him squirm. “And bold of you to assume I wouldn’t call you and text every one second.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.” he hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“Love you, too.” she whispered. She wanted to kiss him so badly she had to hide her face on his chest to die down the temptation.

“Hey, I never asked you. Who are you going to prom with?”

“With no one.”

Ethan frowned. “I can’t have that. We are going together.”

Her heart started beating faster. “You’re going with Mila.”

“I haven’t told her we can still go together. And I’m not going to, we are going together.”

“No.” she shook her head. The inner voices screaming at her again. “It’s important to her. I really couldn’t care less about prom. Don’t worry about it.”

“All of your friends have dates, Y/N/N. I know you don’t care about prom, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a good time.” Ethan said, and she shrugged. “I don’t understand, though. I heard, unfortunately, the guys talking in the locker room. A lot of them were planning to ask you.”

“And they did, I just said I was going alone.”

“But why?”

Because I don’t want anyone but you, and I just turned your offer down. “I just don’t want to. Really, don’t worry about me. I don’t like parties anyway, so I won’t stay long. You will have to dance with me at least once, though.”

“Obviously.” he replied softly as he run his fingers through her soft hair until he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Y/N laid wide awake, picturing that moment. Him, looking like a daydream in a suit, with his big hands around her body and her head on his hard chest, listening to the beat of his heart, which clearly won’t be beating as fast as hers. Yes, she didn’t know how she was going to survive that.

ETHAN STOOD NEXT TO MILA AS THEY TALKED WITH THEIR FRIENDS. Well, Mila did the talking and he was just standing there, looking anxiously at the entrance door, waiting for his best friend to arrive. Ethan had offered to drive her, but she instantly turned him down because there’s no way she was going to share the confined space with Mila.

“Your break-up lasted less than I expected.” one of Mila’s friend said.

Sensing Mila’s intention of not denying the statement, Ethan spoke first. “We aren’t together, we came as friends.”

“We’re always breaking up and making up, we both know you’ll take me back in no time.” Mila laughed.

“Mila.” he sighed. “We talked about this. I told you that we can still be each other’s date, but as long as it was clear that we are over for real. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Wow.” Zach, Ethan’s friend, said. His eyes were wide and his jaw was practically on the floor. And following his gaze, he found out the reason behind his reaction.

Ethan’s body stiffened and felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Y/N walked through the gym, making her way towards her friends. No one, expect for his group, was paying attention to her. Why was no one paying attention to her?

She looked absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking would be most accurate word, because she took Ethan’s ability to breath as soon as his eyes landed on her figure. She was wearing a long, satin green dress. Her hair was up in a tidy bun, making her look elegant. Fuck, he couldn’t get his eyes off her, nor did he want to.

“Green is not her color.” Mila said between gritted teeth.

Ethan frowned, but his brown eyes were still glued to the girl across the room. “Every color is her color.”

“I’m going to ask her to dance with me.” Zach said confidently.

“Dude, get a hint. She told you she didn’t want to come with you.” another of Ethan’s friend said.

With that, Ethan finally looked away and instead glared at his friend. “You asked her?”

“Well, yeah. Can you blame me?” No, he couldn’t. But still, for some reason, it bothered him. “I can’t believe she said no.”

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious she was going to reject every offer. Well, anyone but one.” Mila said, and the boys’ curious glances landed on her. “What?”

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked.

Mila rolled her eyes. “Really? Literally everyone figured it out”

“Figure out what?” Ethan asked impatiently.

“She’s been in love with the same person for years.”

Ethan’s fists clenched and he felt like his whole body was on fire. “No way, she would’ve told me. We tell each other everything.”

Mila laughed. “It’s you, dumbass. She’s always been in love with you.”

Ethan froze and shook his head. “No. I would’ve- she should’ve… No.”

“Yes, Ethan. Ask anyone. I swear boys are so oblivious” she rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious she didn’t tell you because she knew you’d reject her. I mean, she is out of your league and you’ve never given her any signs that you might feel the same.”

Well, in that she’s right. But only because he had never let his mind wonder about being more because he didn’t want to ruin anything. Besides, he hadn’t seen her signs either and he also started dating Mila. But now… he could see them together. Now he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t thought about it before. After all, Y/N had always been his person—the one that understood him unlike anyone else, the one that made him laugh harder than anyone else, the one he always wanted to have by his side, the one who he belong with.

“She’s not out of my league.” he said, glaring at Mila. “I’m the one out of her league, hell, I don’t think anyone is really deserving of her! You know, she was the one that suggested I still should bring you here, because it was important to you. I asked her to be my date, and she said no. Even though she probably wanted to say yes. She’s that amazing, and I never saw her. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Before anyone could say anything, Ethan let his feet guide him towards her. Y/N saw his silhouette making his way to her and her mouth broke into a smile. He did look like a daydream and the smile she loved was present on his face, shinier than ever.

"Hi, Eth." she stood up to hug him.

How could he have been so blind to notice it? The way her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her shy smile and the sparks in her eyes. Y/N was in love with him. "Hi. You look... like a daydream."

That made her blush even more. "Thank you. You look very handsome." Ethan smiled like a little kid, which made Y/N laugh. "What is going on? You're acting odd."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, you're looking different."

"Is that bad?" Ethan frowned.

"No, it's a good different. You look happy. But what is happening?" she laughed with uncertainty. Ethan shook his head, trying to wipe the smile off his face. "Come on, you're making me nervous."

my love was as cruel as the cities i lived in

"First we have to dance to your favorite song." Ethan said, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the dance floor.

Just like she had it pictured it in her mind, her best friend's arms were wrapped around her waist, her hands resting on his broad shoulders and her head lying on his chest. But, contrary to what she had thought, his heart was beating inexplicably fast.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"I love you, Y/N" Ethan whispered in her ear. He felt her shoulders tense and she slowly raised her head to look at him.

It wasn't like any other previous I love you's, there was something about the way he said it—so softly and vulnerable—that gave her the hope that there was another meaning, that it was another type of i love you.

"Ethan..."

been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

"I do. I really do love you. I am in love with you, and I'm really sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

"For not realizing it earlier. For not seeing how you really felt."

Y/N widened her eyes. He knew. "Ethan... don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're confused. You don't love me like that, I don't want your sympathy. You just think you love me because you don't want to reject me." she said. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I promise you that our friendship won't change. I've always known it wasn't reciprocated, and I've come in terms with it."

Ethan just smiled. "Are you done overthinking? Because you have two options—you can keep on trying to convince yourself I don't love you and that my heart hasn't been skipping since you walked into this room," he put her hand on his heart. "or you can accept the truth—that I love you and I want you more than anything in the world—and let me kiss you while your song is still playing." he tilted his head down, nose brushing hers. "What is it, Y/N? One or two?"

"Two" she whispered.

He smirked "Good girl."

The kiss stopped time. When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other completely awestruck. Taylor Swift wasn't playing anymore, and they truly didn't have a clue how much time they had spent tasting each other. What they did know is that nothing had ever felt more right.

"Okay, enough show. Let's get out of here, I want you all to myself." he said pressing kisses to her neck.

"I want ice cream first, then we can make out."

"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets." with one last kiss, they walked out of the room hand in hand. “By the way, I have always thought you were the most gorgeous girl in school.”

[hainfulcupid]

Obsessed with this motherfucker so im gonna drop a few random headcanons about him

ALL ARE SFW AND JUST SILLY STUFF ☝️ im not used to sharing my headcanons publicly like this hyuck hyuck

there’s very little to go off of from this media since all we really have is a pilot with bare , and i MEAN BARE lore to go off of so a lot of this is really me filling in blanks becus im Insane .

> Nordic bunny’s planet has a robotic look to it, i think that he built it himself out of complete boredom along with its inhabitants (that he probably destroys too, out of boredom….)

> I like to think that his guitar strings function like cat whiskers, they aid him in vision and processing the world around him. They’ve definitely busted a few times during battle, causing him to be disoriented for a bit.

> Hates things that are vaguely shaped like snakes (do NOT BRING A CUCUMBER NEAR THIS MAN)

> purrs….meows…does all those silly cat sounds but they’ve got an electric guitar sound effect

> has retractable claws, they do wonders for a man needs a quick escape route !!!!

> related to the thing above, oh he so absolutely adores scratching things up . has the biggest scratching post ever .

> He’s lonely, not like he intends to be but his personality is offputting to many, one of those people who you have a hard time reading into the things they say because every word that comes out of his mouth always sounds insulting. naturally judgmental, thinks he has a keen eye for fashion despite wearing only undies.

> what is his deal with the undies anyways ? i think he has sensory issues so he wears very minimal clothing thinking he’s serving absolute cunt but no ones ever told him how dorky he looked, and if any of his minions did well…..lets just say They’re no longer with us.

> definitely has a weird way of giving gifts…you know how cats bring you things they’ve hunted? well he’s no different, he wants THAT praise he wants you to tell him how competent he is.

> his tail is an indicator of his mood, follows the same rules of a cat .

LOOK AT HIM. TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE.

> claims he can’t fucking stand emotional music, but listens to sad 80s rock . but no one will see that, they’ll see him as the dude who’s constantly blasting oldies metal classics .

> I AM A NORDIC BUNNY FANG HAVER TRUTHER . I JUST KNOW HED HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING TOO .

> he’s so reluctant to touch, he never knows if he fully enjoys it or not, you’ll be petting down his back and feel his back quiver almost like it’s trying to avoid your touch but he’s also - purring…he’s a confusing little guy…

> If he ever does manage to form something vaguely friendship like, he’d suck ass at managing the connection, oh you invite him to a party ? he sends you an image of himself stuck in the toilet with a text underneath saying “SOZZ . CANT GO. TOILET TROUBLEZ”

> that being said , not having a lot of experiences with relationships, he’d have an avoidant attachment style, he’d also. subconsciously be as unlikable as possible, he has no clue what defines being cool and likable he’s a little clung onto “be as cool and mysterious as possible”

> says “mrr?” instead of “hm?”

> Oh. in my mind he uses he/she pronouns . finds comfort in expressing femininity .

> I can’t see this guy having a preference for dating… he will take anyone who can break through the massive thick wall he puts up.

THATS ALL FOR NOW UHHH UHHHH