#is great mrow mrow

[theno1joelhater]

new character dean nile. in relationship with someone named jen. cam said that he was thinking of adding a trans character named jen derswap. conclusion: dean nile is dating jen derswap and she will appear as the first trans character in the cgcu. i’m so good at theories.

[likethecatiam]

SIIIGGHH

I watched The Crow again and now I'm feeling things.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Guys... I started a Cat!Danny thing

Danny is walking in a park. It’s unfamiliar to him, but his surroundings are the least of his worries right now. Because he’s a cat. Currently. Wobbling around on four legs, incapable of human speech. He has a brief thought that he’s lucky he was able to de-transform enough that he wasn’t a ghost cat, wandering around in a park. 

     Still, he’s a cat right now with no idea how to not be a cat anymore. The fact that he doesn’t know where he is doesn’t bother him until he gets out of the park and realizes he wasn’t just in an unfamiliar park. He’s in an unfamiliar city. 

     He sits and tries to think. There are people walking by, probably about his age. All wearing uniforms that he doesn’t recognize, but he can read Gotham Academy from the insignia on them. 

     He can’t hear what happens next over the traffic and chatter of teenagers, but Danny sees some kid push over another and goes over to investigate. He has no clue what he’s going to be able to do as a cat, but he can’t just sit here and watch if they decide to get more physical. 

     Luckily, he can cross the street while a traffic guard halts traffic for the flow of people leaving the school. Nobody notices him as he goes underneath a bush to watch the bully. 

     They mostly argue. The bully is being mean, but other than pushing the other boy down, seems to leave it at a verbal confrontation. The other boy got up, and the bully took his bag and threw it to the ground, spilling school supplies everywhere. Two pencils and an eraser end up rolling next to where Danny was hiding under a bush. Danny’s fur bristled.     “You’re so lucky you even go here. If your dad wasn’t Bruce Wayne we never would have let you in the gates.”     The bully saunters off and leaves the boy alone to pick up all his stuff. Danny, wanting to help, bites the eraser and brings it over to the boy’s bag. The boy sees him and stills, Danny drops the eraser and walks back to the bush, this time coming back with one of the pencils. He repeats this for the last pencil and the boy still hasn’t moved. 

     Danny sits and tilts his head at the boy. He tilts his head in response. The boy seems sad. Not in his face, which is blank, or in his body, which is still tense from the earlier interaction. More like his energy is sad, he seems rather resigned to Danny.

     “Mrow.” Danny forgets he is incapable of intelligent speech at the moment. But his noise makes the boy smile a little. 

     Danny does it again, leaning down and pushing the pencil towards him at the same time, trying to tell him to pick it up. 

     “Thank you.” The boy says politely, reaching over very slowly to grab his things. He finishes packing up his back just as slowly. Then reaches his hand out towards Danny.

     Danny tenses, but the boy stops his hand before it can touch him, fingers down. Aw, the boy wants to be friends! Danny bumps the hand with his head saying, ‘we can be friends’, which translates to  a small “mrrp”. 

     He wouldn’t mind being friends with the boy while he’s here. The boy slowly drags his fingers across Danny’s head, and Danny lets him.

     Then Danny is being lifted, and he is not okay with that. He is small! Heights are much higher when you’re this small!

     ‘What are you doing?’ comes out as “Mrrr.” Danny growls lightly in frustration, letting his claws out enough to gain hold of the boys��� shirt. He doesn’t want to hurt him, but he doesn’t want to fall either.

     “Shhh, it is okay.” The boy murmurs to him.“I want to take you home, I’ll give you food and shelter.” 

     Danny, for lack of a better option, thinks this is actually a great way to gain food. He’s not sure how he feels about cat food though. Danny lets out one short purr in response and the boy smiles another little smile.

     “You have to be good.” He tells him. “And no one can know you’re there, so you will be transported in my backpack.”

      Danny feels less good about that, and squints at the boy. The boy shifts his hold to one hand and rearranges his backpack so that the books are in the section meant for a computer, with cushioning to theoretically block them from hitting Danny. All small items are moved into the other pocket, and two books are pulled out entirely. They are placed on the ground before the bag is brought in front of Danny. 

     Danny looks between the bag and the boy twice. He ends up looking at the boy, and moves his paw to the boys’ cheek. He purrs once in confirmation, then turns back to the bag and crawls in. He curls up at the bottom, and looks up as the boy zips it almost entirely shut, leaving a bit of space between the zippers at the top of the bag. He feels movement as the boy gets up and starts walking, but the boy is careful. Danny barely feels anything, just looking through the crack as the sky turns into the roof of a car.

     Well, he’s committed now. Danny takes a nap.

[ropes3amthoughts]

Oh man you guys I feel ill thinking about him…Kabru…Kabru…sighs dreamily and eyes turn into hearts and I twirl my hair and go teeheehee omfg you guys look at some of these Kabru from later chapters like

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BADK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK AWOOOOOO HOWLLLLLL SNARL BARK BARK BARK BARK AWOOO AWOOOOOOOOO AWOOOOO AWO AWOOOO BARK BARK BARK BAKR BARK somebody needs to put this dog(me) down it’s gonna be howling all night oh wow striking beauriful Kabru

He has such. Pretty face…I can’t get o at it I feel like my heart is convulsing or whatever the word is oughhhhhhhhhh look at him

He looks so gorgeous here o my look at him oh my god his eyes his lips his nose I’m going crazy hey gorjus I wont you my sweet apple pie nom nom nom I actually don’t like apple pie he can be like japchae instead I can slurp that shit up when I’m hungry mmmmmm japchae one time I was hungry and I ate like an entire family sized serving of it that stuff is so good and it’s moist so you can just eat it up like that I love moist food because I don’t like drinking the same time as eating so it means I can just eat all the stuff I want when I’m hungry like a cat I don’t blame cats for liking wet food I think they’re justified in that if I were a cat I would like wet food and if I was a cat I’d like Kabru and I’d go meowwwwwwww meow meow meow meow mreow miau meow mew mrow purrrrrrrrrr purrr purrrrrrrrrrr cat in heat yowling MEOW MEOW MOWW MEOW MEOWWWWWW MROW MEOW MEOWWWWWWW

Love the side views of him something about his nose makes me want to kiss him he’s so gogoues he makes me smile and go like wowwwwww meowza amazing wow nice great

This might sound crazy but why he look cute tied up

Oh man 💕💕💕💕💕 Kabru low cut neck part on his shirt…. there’s a whole barnyard up in my head when I see him I’m going woof meow moo oink cluck caw baa and all the animal noises I’m going feral I’m falling to the floor foaming at the mouth hrgghhh snarl gr snrrrr grrr areee argh arf arf arf arf HIS OUTFIT WITH THR NECK CUT AGH

Fun fact this is one of the few times we see Kabru’s shoulders in Dungeon Meshi iirc this is the only time in the manga canon story line we see him no shirt and shoulders showing and this is one of three times he’s shown across main content and extra content with no shirt/shoulders showin he’s so scrawny here tiny like a paperweight i could wrap my arms around him oh that would be noce kiss handsome beauyfii

Kabru so cute here loook at him sitting down oh my cute he’s lovely just lovely very easy to love my sweet guy my dear majestic guy

Dreamy sigh sigghhhhhh I love Kabru you guys I love him so mcuh what a great guy a beautiful man he’s so perfect to me he’s just oovely sighhhhhh Kabru…Kabru Kabru <33333333333 mh sweet Kabru

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm not good at writing these but can we please see an interaction between Rollo and Trein and maybe Lucius? I really like the idea of Trein being a mentor figure to Rollo since Trein says he will keep an eye on him at the end of Glorious Masquerade. I don't know how the interaction would be structured but I'll leave that up to you if you choose to write this!

Yessss 😭 YOU GET IT, Trein could be a great mentor to Rollo…

For the last hour, Rollo had been nursing a growing migraine. The bumping music, the horde of guests, his inner voice counting off all the work still yet to be done. Each was another icy nail driven into his skull. Two glasses of grape juice were not enough to dull that buzz that clouded his mind.

Rollo had excused himself from making social rounds to fill up on refreshments—but he knew it wouldn't be long before someone came by to drag him back into the fray.

He slumped forward in his seat, catching his forehead with one hand. In his other hand, he clutched onto his third serving of grape juice. His only solace in these trying times.

Rollo exhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes shut. A silent prayer was at his lips.

Lord help me persevere. I am surrounded by idiots, beseeched to engage with them…!! Why must I endure this madness?!

A sudden softness came down on his nose.

“Mrow.”

Startled, Rollo immediately shot up. His grape juice nearly spilled, had a quick paw not catch the rim and keep it upright.

A plump cat had appeared on the table, staring at Rollo through sharp golden eyes. Its coat was a glossy black, the tip of its fluffy tail, chest, and muzzle a fine white. The cat meowed again, releasing its hold on the almost-fallen cup.

“Good day to you, Flamme.”

An older man appeared, scooping up the feline in his arms. His stern, bony face had been carved out with lines like the rings in a tree's core, his hair--streaked in shades of salt and pepper--slicked back from his forehead. He was dressed in a sharp suit and cravat, long maroon robes spilling over them.

“Mozus-sensei.” Rollo automatically straightened. “I was not aware that you were among those in attendance. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

"Quite a large number of students wished to leave campus for an important function. I am serving as the chaperone to them. Were it only one or two boys wishing to leave, I would not be needed to supervise." Trein gave a papery smile. "Ah, but it looks as though you have too many companions to keep them away."

Rollo attempted at a polite laugh behind his handkerchief. “Yes, it seems they feel the need to shower me with their attention.”

“I take it you do not favor these circumstances.”

“… Is it that easy to tell? I thought I was hiding it as best as I could.”

“You are sitting alone in a corner with nothing more than a drink in hand to keep you company,” Trein tactfully pointed out. “I understand. These events have the potential to wear one down. A moment of peace and quiet can be restorative.

"As for myself, I find that sitting down and stroking my dear Lucius helps after a long day. Would you like to give it a try? It just may soothe you as well."

Trein shifted, holding out Lucius to Rollo. The cat stared expectantly at the student, its tail swishing back and forth like a metronome.

Rollo's eyes widened. “What? No, I couldn't possibly...!"

Too late, Lucius had already been placed into his lap. The cat's body was almost liquid, pooling and settling into his new resting spot. Lucius was warm and soft, like the wings of an angel.

Rollo grimaced.

A familiar was on him, some mangy animal that had been mucking around who knows where before making contact.

"He likes to be scratched behind the ears and under the chin," Trein coaxed, demonstrating. "The head and back are safe too."

Rollo reluctantly followed Trein's instructions, his fingers sinking into the depths of Lucius's fur and awkwardly petting. Soon, the cat was purring contentedly.

“Aaah, Lucius. You’re so adorable and good with children," Trein cooed. "I think he likes you, Flamme."

"Does he?" Rollo looked doubtful--not that he had any particular interest in befriending a mage's familiar to begin with. Am I meant to feel flattered by that comment?

"Of course. I don't mind if you wish to stay a little longer and become better acquainted with Lucius." Trein motioned to the empty seat across from Rollo. "May I join you?"

He hesitated, considering. Between returning to the raging party and remaining in respite... Rollo warily glanced between his two options, and his answer immediately became clear.

"... I don't see why not," he said at last, relenting. Rollo had a fistful of Lucius's fur in his hand as he got the words out.

"Excellent. I've been meaning to catch up with you." Trein sank into the chair and folded his hands together. "Now then, how have you been? It's been a while."

The conversation that followed flowed like wine. Easily poured, and just as easily downed. It tasted clean and smooth upon his palate, clearing away the bitterness that had pervaded all day.

The glass of grape juice sat there, forgotten.

[eulaliasims]

Round 2, Seax Farm 5 / 7

Fial: You and that girl of yours are being safe, right? You can always talk to Helenet!

Kinet: Mummmm, spirits.

Fial: If you're embarrassed about something, you're not mature enough to be doing it, that's what our gran taught us.

Kinet: Ugh. We've kissed, that's all.

Fial: Good! I'm not old enough for grandchildren yet!

Kinet: Great talk, I'm going to go hide in the barn now.

Norweni: Are you also going to tell him about Gran teaching us which mushrooms you can eat and which ones make you trip balls?

Embarrassing mothering done, time to pick some early plums for preserves.

Norweni: I'm fairly certain you aren't supposed to be there. But also I'm too tired to care.

Lu: Mrow?

Norweni: Take that, Fial. I can so cook.

Fial: Hm? Did you say something?

Norweni: No.

They're cute. I don't think Kinet is a 'one sim only and forever' romance sim, but I'm gonna make them get married anyway.

Spotted, at the market: this townie picking fights with people again, this time with Xiang.

Elmet: >:O

First no one's there for Sun's birth, now everyone's gone on her birthday, whoops. (Kinet was on his date, and his parents were very busy woohooing.)

Turns out Sun's personality is verrry close to Norweni's; she's got two more neat points and three less active, that's the only difference.

Faun: You win again, cat.

Lu: *zzZZzzz*

Norweni already has to break out her old dress with the sleeves ripped off again. At least it's not a surprise this time!

Unfortunately, morning snuggles are cut short when you have a toddler.

[jujumin-translates]

[18TRIP] Ten Murakumo | [SR] Whimsical Parkour | How to Make Cats Dislike You

Characters: ☁️ Ten Murakumo, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya

Location: Alleyway

Ten: Alright, that’s it for today’s “job”~.

Ten: (...I’m being followed again.)

Stray Cat: Mrow~!

Ten: Haah… Of course, it’s you. You really like me, don’tcha?

Stray Cat: Nuzzle, nuzzle.

Ten: No, not nuzzle nuzzle. Whatever, even if I tell you to stop, it’s not like you’ll understand.

Ten: Anyway, today—.

Ten: Hey. Pspspsps.

Stray Cat: ! Mrr, mrow.

Ten: (The cat locked right in on this laser pointer. Seems like the comments online were right about this being the best one.)

Ten: Alright, I’m out.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Entrance

Ten: (I just happened to see that stray cat on my way home one day, but since then it seems like it’s taken a liking to me…) Muneuji: Oh, Murakumo-san. Welcome back.

Ten: I’m back~. Did you just get home too, Muneuji?

Muneuji: Yes. The student council meeting ran a bit longer than usual.

Ten: Mhm, gotcha. It’s rough being a student, isn’t it? Okay, cool, I’ve got a thing, so—.

Muneuji: Wait.

Ten: …Yeah?

Muneuji: Murakumo-san. There’s something wrong with your clothes.

Ten: Huh?

Muneuji: You’ve got fur all over your body. I have a cleaner that I use for my uniforms that you can use.

Ten: Ahh… Thanks. Must’ve been from that cat I ran into earlier.

Ten: (I was gonna have these clothes cleaned just in case anyway, so it’s not like I really need it, though.)

Muneuji: I see. Playing with a cat to the point where your clothes are like that… You must really like cats, Murakumo-san.

Ten: Ah. No…

Muneuji: I’ve heard that living life with cats is a constant battle against shedding fur. Shouldn’t you have tools like that on hand, Murakumo-san?

Ten: Hmm, you’d think, but no.

Muneuji: Then I’ll lend that cleaner to you for a while, Murakumo-san. I’m sure you don’t want to be covered in fur again.

Ten: Umm…

Muneuji: You can give it back to me whenever you’d like. Excuse me.

Ten: … Now what? Rumor’s gonna spread that I’m an animal lover or something.

Ten: Liguang-san… I don’t think he’d ask me to take care of his rabbits, but it’d be a pain in the ass if Prez appointed me as a walker for Shumai.

Ten: Guess I’m gonna have to do something about that cat… Before that happens.

· ❀ —– ٠ ❀ ٠ —– ❀ ·

Location: HAMA House - Tiger Room

Ten: (Well, I guess I could look up how to make cats dislike you, but… I’m feeling lazy.)

Renga: Working on an assignment for college, Ten? It must be tough having to work so late.

Ten: Ah, Renga-san.

Ten: (...Got it.)

Ten: Yeah. But I’ve really been struggling to make any progress. If only there was someone willing to help me.

Renga: …! I-I could help if you want me to.

Ten: Aww, thanks. You’re sooo nice, Renga-san.

Renga: Well… T-That’s ‘cause… We’re, y’know.

Ten: Having friends really is great after all.

Renga: ! Ahem, ahem. Right, because we’re friends! 

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: A Certain Park

Ten: So, I tried all those different ways to make cats dislike you that Renga-san researched for me yesterday, but…

Stray Cat: ♪

Ten: You sure are happy to have your claws trimmed, be bathed, and petted all over your body, huh~.

Ten: (Wait, is this just you trying to be cute…?)

Ten: Hmm, what else was there… “Cats don’t like being picked up suddenly” …Really?

Ten: Well, I guess I’ll give it a shot. …Here we go.

Stray Cat: Meow! Mrrow ♪

Ten: Hey, don’t take off my mask. Your fur tickles…

Muneuji: …You two sure are close.

Ten: !

Muneuji: My apologies. I didn’t mean to spy on you. I just happened to be walking by on my way back from school.

Muneuji: But I’m sure that… Your love is being fully conveyed to that cat, Murakumo-san.

Ten: Ahh, Muneuji. I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding here, so if you’ll just lemme explain a bit…

Muneuji: Misunderstanding… Explain…

Muneuji: Hah. Does this mean that your love for cats is much deeper than I thought, Murakumo-san?

Ten: What makes you think that?

Muneuji: My deepest apologies. Then could you tell me more about it on the way back to the dorms?

Stray Cat: Meow!

Ten: …Is this what they call being screwed…?

[thenewsungod]

Name: Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

Nickname(s): Caligula

Gender: Male

Sexuality: I guess I like anyone

Death count:

1- First death: Got struck in the neck

Book death/second death: Explosion

3- Third death: Commodus (choked and it was on Christmas!)

4- Fourth death: Commodus again (got his skull split in half.)

5- Fifth death: Nero (choked)

6- Sixth death: Nero (got decapitated)

7- Seventh death: ???

………………

-Headcanons-

=He knows that Nero fears him but acts oblivious

=Basically the shortest one of the three emperors (I’m going to say like 5’1)

=Commodus’ gossip buddy (“Not anymore!”)

=Medea made him fireproof, he can survive fire but can still get burns

=He likes cats

………………

Caesar talking: “__”

Caesar doing an action: __

Julia Drusilla talking: “__”

Julia Drusilla doing an action: __

Ghost Caesar: “__” & __ (that or I’ll do normal text, I hardly use this)

Helio (the cat): Mrow?

………………

Friends:

Family:

Enemies:

@the-great-emperor-commodus -“Fun enemy, am I right? Heh..”

@that-roman-arsonist -“At least you’re better than Commodus.”

[12-cluh]

Mrow meow -5

Jasper: Oh, great, Gabe's a cat in this universe.

[olichat-reads]

Mrow Snippets | Creampuff

Bakugou x roomate cat!reader

Summary: you're getting a little tired of cat food and when the opportunity to get a taste of your favourite dessert arises, you strike.

A/n: more mrow content! i have some unused drafts that i didn't get to use in the main plot so why not put them to good use still with SNIPPETS :)) more cat dad bakugou content in the world!

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"Sunny. Sunny, no."

Bakugou had only shut the front door, having just herd his flock of friends out from their weekly hangout.

Now, here he was glaring at a furry little gremlin- namely you, caught like a deer in headlights from where you were perched on the kitchen counter.

You held your body perfectly still the moment he laid those narrowed accusatory red eyes on you- as if he'd forget you existed if you didn't move too obviously, you thought, creeping a single paw forward, painfully slowly.

"Sunny. I can see you," he scoffed in disbelief as if he heard your thoughts. "Step away from the box."

Yeah, no such luck.

You stared right back at him with huge eyes- putting as much faux innocence into them as if you weren't a step away from the open box of creampuffs on the counter.

Neither of you moved.

The air was tense & still. You didn't even blink as you held unwavering eye contact with the blonde standing over you.

"Sunny-" he took a careful step forward & you pounced; grabbing a creampuff between your teeth & fucking ran.

"SUNNY, NO!"

SUNNY, YES! You all but cackled in victory as you sprinted around the corner, your little body allowing you to dodge Bakugou's grasp much easier than had you been human.

"Sunny that isn't for cats!"

Well jokes on you- I'm not a cat! You shrieked in delight as you slipped under the couch with practiced ease after all the time you've wriggled yourself into the small space to sulk after petty arguments with your roomate.

Even with you as a cat, the two of you easily fell into your usual dynamic of squabbling like an old married couple. Only being able to communicate with meows & chirps will not stop you from sassing the grumpy blonde & he doesn't hold back on the sarcasm & snappy remarks either.

Both of you essentially drove each other mad.

It was a good time.

Speaking of a good time, you siddled up in a safe corner at the very back of the couch, out of reach from a certain blonde and murped in triumph one last time before you took the biggest bite out of the pastry in your grasp, mewling in pure happiness at the taste flooding your tastebuds. God, you missed people food.

Your joy did not last long though- your stupidly jacked pro hero of a roomate having absolutely no difficulty lifting the fucking couch with one hand, the other swiping you from your sanctuary, making you squeak in surprise, holding onto your beloved creampuff for dear life.

No!

You held on tight, squishing the cream out of the pastry shell and into your fur, making Bakugou grimace at the mess but you didn't care. How could you when your roomate was about to seperate you from the tasty love of your life?!

No! You all but wailed in despair as Bakugou extracted the rest of the creampuff from your clutches.

The blashemy! The unjust! The-

Your dramatic yowling was cut off when Bakugou dropped you onto the sofa unceremoniously. You were all but ready to throw a tantrum over being ripped away from the source of your brief but great joy, only to be interrupted again, this time by a wet cloth dropped smack to your face.

You did that on purpose! You screeched, scandalized, tail bristling into an angry poof even more when that handsome jerk had the audacity to laugh at you-

"Calm down, brat. Just cleaning your face," Bakugou chuckled under his breath, gently wiping the cream of off the fur of your pouting face. Or if cats could pout.

You barely had a chance to get a word of complain out before a large finger swiped a dollop of cream onto your nose. You almost went cross eyed as you stared at the cloud of white in confusion.

"Thats all you're getting, brat. Don't want you getting sick."

Oh.

You had to huff out a laugh at that.

You're getting soft, Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight you mused, licking the cream off your nose, purring like a little motorboat at the taste.

Ah. Oh, well. Gotta love your cat dad Bakugou.

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A/n: ohhhhhh i really wasn't sure what to do with the taglist so i'm keeping it for now BUT PLEASE DO TELL ME IF YOU WANT OUT! maybe i'll do another poll if the majority of you want out we'll seee

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[theno1joelhater]

another gus fanart because he is the birthday boy and i love him and he deserves it—what what the fuck how is he doing that

(there’s more stuff if you look around my account, for some reason when i check it isn’t showing up in the cgcu tags?)

[llflorence]

Milk of Human Kindness

E - Ineffable Husbands Omegaverse, Lactation Kink, complete ✅

"Aw. She's kneading you."

Aziraphale stroked the soft beastie's head and watched with amused interest as she worked her claws into the healthy round of his belly. Eyes closed, whiskers standing at attention. Her purring was incessant. 

"She knows you're expecting," Muriel continued, looking down adoringly at the cat they'd left with Aziraphale for caretaking. Not in the sense that they'd gone anywhere, no. It was the cat who was Aziraphale-sitting.

He knew nothing about the habits of felines, but he had quite enjoyed her brief stay in the bookshop. It had meant he spent more time in his chair with the tabby in his lap, much to Crowley's appreciation. Aziraphale suspected an alliance.

"Every bookshop needs a cat." Muriel had turned back to the cardboard boxes, flattening and stacking them in a pile. They'd been a wonderful help over the past few weeks. Who knew preparing for a baby was that much work.

"Every bookshop needs a demon," Eric corrected, entering the study from the kitchen to gather another load for the trash. "You lot can't do anything without us."

Muriel rolled their eyes as they straightened, greeting their partner with a gentle slap to the arm. Aziraphale's chest swelled as the room filled with content omega at seeing his friends getting along so well. Muriel was a peach, and they deserved the very best things. Eric wasn't bad at all.

(He really wasn't.)

"This the last?" Eric asked as he hefted the stack into strong arms.

Muriel was looking very proud at their hard work. "That's it."

"Great. We should be going. Gotta get to that thing?" The Demon caught the Angel's eye and winked. Aziraphale pretended he saw nothing.

"Oh! Yes! Right!" Muriel turned and approached the chair, flustered, reaching down to extract the cat and her claws from Aziraphale's lap. "Don't worry," she cooed to the animal. "Uncle Muriel and Auntie Eric will bring you back next week. We have to finish the blinds after Mr. Crowley puts together the crib."

The cat mrowed in protest as she was cuddled in Muriel's capable arms. Aziraphale brushed the hair from his oversized shirt and pushed himself to stand.

"Oh, my," he groaned, feeling it in the small of his back. Eight-and-a-half months had come and gone and he'd finally found his purpose. That didn't stop his human body from very annoying aches and pains.

His helpful guests left with kisses to the cheeks, and Aziraphale found himself alone.

It wasn't the being alone part that tended to bother him; it was the being alone and unbonded. Even with Crowley's persistent and frankly overprotective attention, his insatiable need, and incredibly large –

Well. Aziraphale shouldn't be lacking in anything. But he was.

He wound his way up the stairs, being careful to use the railing for support. Watching out for another being was a big responsibility. But they were almost there. Not far to go. 

Not far to go at all.

Aziraphale fancied a bath; it always cheered him up. There was something about being warm and clean, properly moisturized and dressed in neutrally scented clothing, that eased his mind. It brought him back to that day Crowley had taken him in, treated him with respect and kindness. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he'd refused Muriel's help.

Of what wouldn't have happened.

Aziraphale finished his soak and wrapped the fluffy pink towel around his belly. It was ridiculously large, hard and unyielding to the touch. Bigger than he'd ever been, in fact, with all the delicious things Crowley brought him. He was such a sweet, sweet alpha. 

He wouldn't hear of it, of course.

The small being taking residence in his womb kicked him in the ribs, and Aziraphale gasped for breath. Little Bleeder was feisty. Taking right after their father. Both of them.

He dried himself carefully and dug into the dresser for something soft and comfortable, but also up to the job of keeping his milk under control. It was beginning to get, quite literally, out of hand, the amount he'd produced as of yet. To make matters worse, Crowley refused to suckle, arguing that it wasn't right this close to the end. "The baby needs it," he'd said.

The problem was, so did Crowley, and so did Aziraphale. Now that his heats had subsided, so had their mating habits. That didn't mean, of course, they were any less sexually active. It just wasn't — well, it wasn't like before.

The poor Demon still had his ruts, after all, still had those carnal lusty desires. They seemed to be increasing in intensity lately, though Crowley tried to hide them. Aziraphale wasn't stupid. He'd been in tune with his partner from the very beginning. His smokey, delectable scent laid heavy on Aziraphale's tongue. Even with child, he would do anything to taste him. 

Perhaps that was why Aziraphale had recently invested in new undergarments. Lacier, thinner, racier. He knew he wasn't exactly the most desirable thing, what with the watermelon he carried so low in his gut. One had to adjust for such obstacles. 

Aziraphale pushed the sensible things aside and opted for something new. This particular item was so sheer it was barely even there. It dipped so low that it provided zero support for the fullness of his late-pregnancy breasts. In fact, if he leaned too far forward, one or both would bulge over the top, spill into the confines of his shirt. Nipples would be forced over elastic, breaking the fragile seal, and he would leak like a sieve. 

This drove Crowley insane, of course. Especially if they were out and about. He'd crowd Aziraphale to cover him, thrust a groping hand inside to reposition him. Then, come out practically growling with need.

"Angel," he'd say, looking frantically around to see if they'd been spotted. He'd press a chaste kiss to Aziraphale's mating gland, just below his ear. "Mine," he'd rumble into the tender, throbbing skin. 

And then they'd leave in a hurry for Bentley.

Sometimes, they made it home. Sometimes not.

Home. What a concept. How could it be anything but? With Crowley sharing a dresser, bathroom counter space, their bed. Demon-perfumed and alpha heavy fluids, spread all over their —

Aziraphale sighed as he stepped with incoordination into a strappy pair of knickers. Sex had become more and more difficult inside the car. Even with Crowley's seat extensions, he usually ended up with a leg cramp.

Which, naturally, his partner would insist on rubbing out. And that led to different kinds of rubbing.

Aziraphale glanced at the clock; gosh, it was still hours until Crowley's clinic closed. He didn't know if he could sit in the soft blue goodness until then, horny thing that he was.

He gave another sigh and finished dressing, then descended the stairs for another glass of milk. Crowley was insistent that too much tea wasn't healthy, that he needed his calcium, biotin, and protein.

The Angel was just stepping into the kitchen when the front door slammed open. Startled, he spun, ready to admonish a rude guest.

But it wasn't a guest. It was, alarmingly, Crowley. Crowley, in his long black coat to keep out the spring chill. Crowley holding the coat wrapped tightly around himself, fists a shocking white contrast. Crowley, hair disheveled much more so than usual. Crowley, face scrunched into a horrible expression.

Like he was in pain.

"Darling!" Aziraphle cried, heart clenching, chest tight as Crowley kicked the door closed. The action pushed a shock wave of air toward him, ripe with frazzled, emotional alpha. Aziraphale went to him right away.

"Don't," Crowley warned, uncharacteristically tense. "It's not safe. I'm not —"

"Nonsense," Aziraphale said as he tugged away at the sleeve of Crowley's coat. "You're hurting. Let me help."

Crowley clung stubbornly to the coat, refusing to let it go, and Aziraphale's omega radar went off. Something sharp emanated from the Demon, dangerous and angry. His shoulders shook with it, bristled jaw clenched tight. He didn't want any help; that much was clear.

"Crowley? What's happened? Is it Downstairs?"

His alpha shook his head, frustrated. "No. No. I just need to —"

And he pushed past Aziraphale, shouldering him gently out of the way. He hurried across the floor and up the staircase, disappearing down the hall towards their room.

It took a flabbergasted Aziraphale several seconds to respond. He uprooted himself and followed.

Upstairs, he was met by a horrifying sight. His Demon had torn the clothes from his body, shredded them into unrecognizable bits. His back was drenched in sweat, bare thighs quivering as he crouched, hunched on their bed. The muscles in his firm ass flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, fucking into Aziraphale's bunched-up body pillow. 

Between his teeth, drooling, moaning, gasping, he held the latest ruined pink halter from the previous night. Aziraphale hadn't been able to find it when he'd tidied that morning. He never considered that Crowley, riddled with hormones, grown tired of holding back, would devour Aziraphale's soiled clothing with such ferocity.

"Oh, my dear," Aziraphale groaned, insides gone weak with guilt. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

He put a hand on Crowley's ankle, the skin hot and damp, and was met with a growl. Through gnashed teeth, over the soaked remnants of lace, "Please. Please!"

Aziraphale wasn't certain if it was a plea for more or less. He settled for a hand in his flaming locks instead.

"Argh," Crowley cried, voice fraught with frustration. He rolled slightly, giving Aziraphale the first glimpse of his genitals.

Scarlet red testicles, swollen, leaking limp cock; it caused Aziraphale to cringe. His own cunt clenched in sympathy at the sight. Crowley had been denying himself for so long, holding back his knot, he couldn't —

"I can't come!" he howled, graceful head thrown back in disgust. "I've been trying for days, your infernal scent in my nostrils. Under my skin and inside my mouth! I can't get enough!"

This wasn't his scheduled rut, where Aziraphale presented a well-lubed fleshlight for him to use as they clung to each other, never close enough. This was something worse, something much, much worse.

Aziraphale steeled himself, sitting on the bed and pulling the scent-laden lingerie away. Crowley whimpered and curled in on himself, ashamed, wrecked, wretched.

"There's no reason we can't mate, Darling. As long as we're careful."

But Crowley wasn't to be consoled. His eyes flashed open and he growled through his teeth. "But I can't control it, don't you see? I need to fuck, I need to dominate, I need to knot! I need to bite!"

Aziraphale went quite weak in the knees. "Oh, I see —"

Without warning, Crowley attacked the pillow, shoving it into his mouth. His large canines ripped great gaping gouges in the fabric as he tore his head back. At the same time, he thrust his pelvis forward, slamming the bed against the wall. And panting. Gasping. Feral.

Aziraphale felt light-headed.

"Crowley, Love —"

The yellows of his eyes had almost completely disappeared. All that was left was the pulsing black centers.

"Angel, I don't want to hurt you. Don't want to ruin your gorgeous face. Don't want to harm the baby, whether human or hybrid or neither. Couldn't live with myself if I did."

The air left Aziraphale's lungs with a sudden sucking exhale. He'd had a lightning strike of an idea. 

Aziraphale stood much more quickly than he should have. He planted his feet, throwing back his shoulders and puffing out his chest (as far as it could safely go without tipping him over backward). Then he gathered his wits about him, collected all his energy in his core, and miracled away his outer clothing.

"You won't hurt me," Aziraphale declared, self-assured in his skimpy lingerie, chin held high. "And you won't harm our child."

He ignored the wild astonishment on Crowley's face, the protective way he sat up, turgid erection a painful hardness against that taut stomach. He ignored the confused display of emotions on his alpha's face, and summoned the evil inside instead.

"You, Demon, who thinks you can possibly injure the Principality Aziraphale." 

Crowley's eyes had resumed some of their yellow. His mouth fell open, spittle dripping on his chin. Aziraphale took encouragement from that. He called forth the powers invested in every ethereal being, even those there on Earth, and extracted his wings from their hiding place.

The sound was incredible, the way nothing became something, the molecular physics involved in making that happen. A shock wave stirred the curtains, tipped the art on the walls sideways. knocked the lamp to the ground. Crowley startled as his hair whipped away from his face, unable to decide whether he should fight or not. Until Aziraphale channeled his true form's voice, and laid out his challenge.

"Go on, Demon," he sneered, cheeks hot and chest aflame. Electricity coursed through his veins, vibrated every nerve, activated every scent gland. He caught hold of the blankets on the bed and gave a mighty yank. Everything, pillows, sheets, discarded clothing, sailed off the bed to land in a heap on the floor.

The Demon was rolled against the wall. He scrambled to face Aziraphale again.

"You think you can destroy me? Go on. I dare you!"

Crowley didn't even blink. He charged, tackling Aziraphale and spinning him face down into the mess of the unmade bed. He pushed the Angel's cheek into a pillow, forced it to remain there with clawed fingers against the back of his neck. The other hand jerked Aziraphale's arm, pulling it back and pinning him in place. A knee spread his thighs apart. Elastic ripped, lace tore. That thick cock forced itself against the dryness of his hole. And for a moment, one flash of a terrifying moment, Aziraphale thought he would be taken without preparation, without slick and massage, without care for his body's resistance.

Aziraphale tucked his wings around his body, wrapping them underneath to protect his belly. Strong, resilient, unyielding and soft, they would protect the child from anything the Demon could possibly give him.

Crowley was breathing hard now as if he were giving chase. He came down heavy on Aziraphale's back, covering in preparation to mount him. Aziraphale closed his eyes, nose smashed sideways in the pillow, and presented, hoping to give the least amount of resistance. And then –

And then –

The whine that broke from Crowley's throat was heartbreaking. He released his death grip, his pinning move slackened. He slid down the length of Aziraphale's back, dragging the scruff of his chin along the way.

He paused to kiss the dimples near Aziraphale's spine, to inhale deeply, to beg for forgiveness. But before he could be consoled, before the Angel could shift sideways to address him properly, Crowley nosed against his anus.

That talented tongue slid over the tightness, salivating heavily. He lathed over the hole, down across Aziraphale's seam, chin dipping between his vaginal lips to slurp at the pink skin there.

A moan, gentle fingers spreading him open, then a deeper tongue, with more desperate attempts at making him slick.

Everything was much too dry; Aziraphale was disappointed in himself.

Crowley sat back on haunches and pried him open, penetrating with long, careful fingers. Prodding the lubrication sacs, massaging them from the inside. He held Aziraphale's arse with a free hand, caressing it lovingly. Oh, how the Angel wanted to please his alpha.

Nothing happened; no release of chemicals, no surge of hormones, no slick sliding to coat slippery labia. Crowley whimpered and pulled his fingers away, prodding at Azriaphale's asshole instead.

"I suppose we could use lube, and –"

But Aziraphale wouldn't have it. He leaned heavily into Crowley, another storm approaching swiftly.

"Alpha," Aziraphale cried, sounding pathetically weak. "Bite me. Please, bite me."

Crowley's grip on his hip bones tightened. "I – I can't. Upstairs will find out —" But his protest was lost in their slow fall as the Demon pulled the Angel back, turning Aziraphale onto his side.

The alpha eased his omega's legs apart as far as they would go, ignored the lack of response from Aziraphale's genitals, and kissed the deep crease of his thigh. Slowly, carefully, Crowley nosed into the matted hair there, sucking in deep lungfuls of scent from his inner thighs. He circled the gland at the right one with his tongue, saliva dripping in copious amounts. Aziraphale imagined those canines lengthening, growing sharp. His stomach tightened and his biceps flexed, fingers flying to the Demon's wet hair. Waiting. Anticipating.

It was a sharp slicing motion, like running one's finger along a sheet of metal, all of one second before the hormones released and endorphins surged, radiating in an upward pattern with amazing speed. Aziraphale's sight blurred, his ears filling with the sound of his own blood. Saliva began to pool in the pockets of his mouth as he gasped his mate's name.

"Crowley!"

And then, there it was, the easy gush of fluids, the clench in his belly, the stench of him, lusty and unsatisfied and needy. His alpha shifted behind him, tapping gently on the wing joints, saying, "Put those away for us, Love."

Aziraphale would do anything.

Crowley's cock slid home as Aziraphale's bare back nestled into the warmth of the Demon's sweaty chest. A hand slipped over his belly, tucking under the smooth underparts. A nuzzle in his neck, a vibration against his shoulder blades. Alpha was speaking.

"I did that," Crowley purred, thick and low and sweet. "I filled you with my seed, knocked you up, made you mine." 

His possessiveness was off the charts. So was the filth.

Aziraphale turned his head to feel those sensual lips against his cheek. "Yours," he repeated, riding so high he was in danger of falling.

Crowley held him closer, snugging their pelvises together, tilting Aziraphale forward and fucking as deep as he could go.

"I've half a mind to do it again, you know. Once the demon spawn is born. Put another one in you, keep you heavy and pregnant and lactating, all for my pleasure. For my pleasure –"

He trailed off, burying his face into Aziraphale's neck and pushing inside harder.

"Angel spawn," he corrected, the top of his head clunking against the wall. Crowley heard it and moved his hand to Aziraphale's shoulder, pushing down as he thrust upward. Spooning in the loosest sense of the word. Taking his omega from behind.

"Do it again," Aziraphale begged after a particularly powerful thrust. Crowley growled and granted his wish. Then again. And again.

The Demon was painstakingly aware of just how hard he could thrust, how far they could go, absolutely controlled. There was still that underlying desperate recklessness, but Crowley was wielding it as his own weapon.

They didn't last long; they never did. Crowley bore down with the strength and speed of a man possessed. He shouted as he came, entire body tensing with rigidity, until his knot took hold, and he softened his grip. Settling back against the bed with Aziraphale in his lap.

The Angel gave him time to catch his breath, wincing as the exploded knot pressed hard against his bladder. There was little room to begin with, what with baby dropped so low. But Aziraphale would endure anything, the most painful kind of torture, to please his mate. His bonded mate.

Crowley caught on to Aziraphale's discomfort, pushing up on his elbow and shifting his pelvis to the side. The Angel followed to a less stressful angle, finally able to look into those amber eyes. He was startled by what he saw.

Fondness. Peace. Love. All at once. And yet underneath, still a trail of lust, of desire, unsatisfied.

Quite suddenly, Aziraphale knew why. He knew why and he knew what was required. He slipped the lace away from one teat and began to tease the glands there.

"What are you doing?" Crowley asked, sounding horrified. He really did think the Angel had no milk to spare. 

"Shh," Aziraphale shushed him. Beads of milk collected on the nipple's tip. Crowley watched wide-eyed.

"I know what you need," the Angel cooed, pulling the Demon's head to his breast. "Come. Feed. Take all you need."

With relief, Crowley dove in, mouth wide around his teat. Sucking hard, sucking long and deeply until the milk began to drop and fill his hungry mouth.

And then, the Demon purred.

Alpha knot tight in his cunt, warm Demon hand over his navel, Aziraphale closed his eyes to relax. He didn't need orgasmic release. He needed this; happy, content, proud Crowley.

Quite suddenly, the sharp knife of his alpha's extended canines pierced the soft flesh of his breast. Crowley hadn't even noticed he'd done it, so Aziraphale ignored it. The nourishment flowing from his glands would heal the incision, fight germs and seal it up tight. There was no need to alarm his partner. It would only complicate things.

Crowley emptied him, nuzzling and fussing when he couldn't get any more. The angle was too sharp for him to be able to suckle from the other, so Aziraphale began to hand express.

The liquid dripped slowly at first, then more quickly, then sprayed a fine stream, quite off target. It poked Crowley in the eye, in the ear, then finally, in his open mouth. Milk drizzled down his chin as he swallowed, falling onto Aziraphale's chest, mingling with the blood from the bite.

Too late, the Angel watched as Crowley slammed into the realization that he was the one who caused that. Aziraphale dropped his breast and pressed his whole hand into that gorgeous mouth. 

"Stop. No talking."

The Demon whimpered, eyebrows damn near touching. The Angel released his mouth and thumbed a drop of milk off Crowley's chin. He rubbed it gently into the wound until the bleeding stopped, until his alpha's brow softened, and he finally relaxed.

Then, without deciding to, without any preparation at all, Aziraphale collected Crowley's chin in his fist. He turned that thin face to the side, kissed the gland on his jaw, just under his sideburn. And when he grazed his own incisors against the skin, broke through and tasted blood, Crowley grunted in surprise.

"Angel –" he began, but ceased as Aziraphale stroked the back of his neck. Omegas were absolutely in their right to bite their alphas in return. He'd read quite a lot about it, actually. It strengthened the bond if reciprocated, especially for expecting pairs. It was healthy, released hormones and happy chemicals, easing the birthing –

The tensing roll across Aziraphale's belly was insane. Very unlike the ones he'd experienced over the past few weeks. He knew his body needed to prepare for delivery. But this was ridiculous.

It happened again.

"Oh!"

"What," Crowley pulled back, alarmed. "What is it?"

The sensation hadn't subsided yet; it held Aziraphale in its grasp. His body had revolted against him, seized hold of his individual will. It was almost as if he was –

And then, regretfully, gut-clenchingly, Crowley's knot deflated. Not a second later, the warm gush of too much fluid escaped between Aziraphale's thighs.

Something new came between them, a smell full of richly pungent body chemicals. Aziraphale noticed. Crowley noticed, too. They held very, very still.

"What was that?"

Aziraphale knew. 

Fuck!

"I'm – I'm in labor, dear. My water just broke."

"Your wot?!"

Crowley jerked, braced to move quickly, to take action. But Aziraphale clutched his forearm to keep him there a second longer.

"It's OK. We have time. Your clinic is just a few blocks away."

Crowley was beginning to panic. "But I haven't anything prepared. The lab isn't sterilized, and there aren't enough towels –"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers as another contraction rolled over him. He clenched his teeth and smiled, hoping Crowley hadn't noticed.

"All done."

Crowley's eyes flitted between the Angel's, unsure what to do. Through the tightness of his frozen muscles, Aziraphale recognized how adorable.

The anxiety on his face increased, however, and he turned his torso frantically toward the clock.

"Holy shit. That second contraction was much too close to the first!"

Aziraphale's heart sank. "You felt that?"

Crowley's concerned expression intensified. "How could I not? You're hard as a rock, Angel."

He was. Wasn't that wonderful?

Enjoy on AO3

[codenameredkrystalmatrix]

Feline Shenanigans (Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 2

In addition to seemingly having a hole in his stomach, your new housemate despised cat food. He instead came to your dining chair for all three meals (plus snack times), sitting on your feet until you gave him some of yours.

"Ah, you prefer fine dining."

He looked to be at a healthy weight. A Saturday vet visit also showed no illnesses. That was good for your wallet and time. Alright- time to work on the puzzle in the downstairs lab. You'd probably be more productive down there. You mixed up a mug of coffee, and looked at your companion. "Want to see what else I got?"

He padded alongside you as you wheeled down the corridor, and keyed in the code on the wall keypad.

"The chair's nice for everyday work- but this gives me a lot more mobility."

With a touch to your wrist chip, your cybernetic tentacles activated and walked themselves over.

"Mrow?!"

"It's ok- it's ok! See?"

You input the "attach" command, and once it was around your waist, guided one of the arms closer to him. The hair on Cinnamon's back bristled, he leaned away and growled.

"Eh- I guess that's fair. Let me see what this little gadget's about."

You put a little distance between yourself and him. Maybe he just needed to see you in them for a bit. Then again, machines probably looked five times bigger to cats. He seemed to get used to rest of the lab quickly, though. Exploring and sniffing the tools occupied him for a good while into your work.

"Will you help me, kitty-cat?"

You were ignored. Shaking your head and smiling, you continued on.

The gadget seemed to need both engineering knowledge and magical symbology to unlock. How she'd known about your little side hobby, you weren't sure. It seemed harmless enough, though.

It was easy to lose all sense of time in the lab, and that night was no different. At a certain point, Cinnamon hopped onto the counter, curled up near the clock and mewed loudly. His swishing tail drew your eye.

"Huh. That late already? Alright- bedtime."

Rolling your shoulders to dispel the stiffness, you used the tentacles to head back up and prepare for bed. Once they undid the covers and lowered you in, you noticed him staring again.

"Need cuddles?"

Cinnamon turned his head away and reached a paw up to the side of his head, as if trying to shield his eyes. Hm. It didn't look as intense as a fear response. Was he...bashful? You laughed to yourself.

"Alright, Cinny. Whatever suits you. Night night."

He was such a quiet cat. No 'zoomies', no knocking things over, and he didn't chase or pounce much at all. It was like he didn't quite know or remember how to be playful, and not even treats distracted him long enough. He'd flat out run from you if you tried to snuggle him for scratch his stomach for more than four seconds- and even that was a stretch. He must have been really tired the first night. Maybe he'd been abandoned...

With some coaxing, you managed to get him onto the couch while you were in the chair alongside it.

"Hey. Why so scared?"

When he saw your hand lift slightly, he froze.

"I don't know what happened to you before. But you're safe with me here. Let me have all the human-problems, ok? Just be a silly kitty."

He looked at you again, before his eyes closed and he leaned into your palm. You held your breath and kept still. But he didn't jump away. Carefully, you scratched his head.

"That feels better- I know it does."

After that, he came around more a little more often for affection. He'd just climb into your lap and slump, letting you do as much as you wanted. His underside was still a vulnerable spot for him, so you kept with the back stratches. For now, this was a great step forward, and you couldn't be happier.

A/N: Divider- @saradika

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

[multiversemaker169]

Inside out furry au: Louis acting like a cat

1. (It's a slow day at Meadow Valley High. Louis was tidying up his workplace when he suddenly saw a little red dot zipping around the room, and his instincts kick in).

Louis: Meow, row, mrow!!!

(Louis starts chasing the light, making a huge mess of the place. It then cuts to Daisy outside of the room, trying to get her lazer pen to work).

Daisy: Dang it! My lazer pen is broken!

(Daisy tosses away her lazer pen).

Louis: Mrow!

(Louis rushes out the door to continue chasing the dot).

Daisy: Oh, I was holding my lazer pen backwards..

(Louis gets frustrated at Daisy and has her help him clean up his workplace).

2.(Abigail grabs a can of fish food at goes to feed her Oscar fish).

Abigail: Oh, Tango. Time for your feeding.

(Abigail enters her office and sees that Tango isn't in his tank).

Abigail:(frustrated) Louis, did you eat my fish again?

Louis: What makes you think it was me?

Abigail:(frustrated) Because you have done it many times before.

Louis: It wasn't me, I sw-

(Louis grabs his stomach and ends up hacking up Tango. Tango starts flopping around on the floor).

Abigail: I knew it.

(Abigail places Tango back in his tank).

Louis: And that's why I'm no longer allowed in Abigail's office.

Collin: Why would you eat her pet fish and alive on top of that?

Louis: I can't control it. It's a strong cat instinct.

3.(Peggy and Louis had just moved into their new house together and are discussing how to stay on a budget so they can be able to pay off their mortgage).

Peggy: Alright, so since we took out a mortgage, we could only afford a house with one bathroom. Are you okay with having to share a toilet and a shower?

Louis: Oh, you don't need to share a shower with me.

Peggy: Really?

Louis: Yeah, we cats don't need to shower. We can clean ourselves with our tounges.

Peggy: What if your fur gets covered in dirt and stains?

Louis: Okay, then we need to shower.

4.(Abigail is going through her old office stuff with Louis, with Louis finding an old yarn ball).

Louis: Ohh, is this a yarn ball?

Abigail: It sure is, Henry and I used to love knitting together.

(Louis looks at the yarn ball and wants to play with it).

Louis: Can I have it?

Louis: Sorry, but no. This was Henry's old yarn ball.

Louis: Oh, I understand.

(Abigail feels bad and decides to give him another yarn ball).

Abigail: But you can have this yarn ball.

Louis: Really, thanks, Abigail.

Abigail: You're welcome, Louis.

(Louis starts playing with the yarn ball Abigail gave him).

5.(Peggy is almost due to birth Sylvia, and she's getting anxious about becoming a mother).

Louis: Are you okay, Sweetie?

Peggy: I'm so anxious.

Louis: Sweetie...

Peggy: Now, I know you're gonna be a great dad. I'm just worried that I'm gonna be a terrible mom.

Louis: What makes you think you're gonna be a terrible mom?

Peggy: Because I'm such an anxious mess.

Louis: Sweetie, I've known you for years and seen how kind you are. So I know you're gonna be a great mother.

Peggy: I am?

Louis: Absolutely.

(Louis rubs his face against Peggy's pregnant tummy and starts purring).

Peggy:(love struck) Oh, Honey...

[oddberryshortcake]

silver is so underrated. hes been my fav since day 1 and he's just a absolute meow purr owo uwu meow purr purr owo mrow uwu uwu meow purr mrow mew owo uwu owo uwu mrow mew purr owo uwu puirr mrow meow mew meow meow

YESS!!! I've loved him since the day I fuckin met him

I was watching @cozymochi play when chapter 4 was coming out and she threw on some vignettes

The first time I saw Silver she said, and I quote, "That's Silver, he's a princess I think"

and boy, I was SOLD.

He also always had this little air of mystery around him (and now we know WHY)

He's been an underrated legend for so long and now seeing him be a main character and get character expansion makes me so aaaa. I never got how people called him boring, his vignettes are pretty fun and he's great in events too.

also Silver fans are some of the nicest people I've ever met like omg

[mothgodofchaos]

Biscuits

When I was making my list of prompts, I looked at "making bread" and immediately thought it'd be fucking hilarious if we make everyone's favorite cat boy start "making biscuits" while trying to bake with you.

Marvin the Magnificent x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 636

The cold day just makes you want something warm, and your mind immediately goes to some homemade bread. You love the idea of making your house smell warm and cozy, so you fire your oven and begin pulling out all the ingredients. In your shelves of many strange jarred items in your pantry on the behalf of your magical partner, you find a sourdough starter that you’ve been keeping fed since the beginning of the pandemic. It’s a bit full, so you’re rather excited to get to use some of it. 

Marvin hears clattering in the kitchen, sauntering in to investigate.

“What are ye doin’ in here? Committin’ crimes?”

“Just making bread, a stór.”

You glance up at him, seeing his pupils expand as he bends down to peer over the counter at what you’re doing. Which is an interesting sight considering how tall and lanky he is.

“Need help?”

“Something tells me that even if I don’t need help, you still want to.”

“Correct.”

You sigh, making a second batch to be made into a batch of rolls in addition to the loaves you’re prepping. The bowl is slid over to Marvin once he has his hair pinned up with his wand hair sticks, rolling up his sleeves.

“I hope you know if your cat instincts start taking over, I’m taking a video and sending it to your brothers.”

“Mo ghrá! Don’t betray me like t’at!” 

“They’re not allowed to know that their brother still knows how to make biscuits?”

“Anti’ll get it printed on a sweatshirt fer Christmas…”

“I mean… I’ll wear that if he does if you won’t.”

Marvin glares at you, working the bread dough together with his hands instead of using a dough scraper like you. You keep glancing at his eyes, seeing his pupils expand as he tries to exercise self restraint in an effort to keep you from getting blackmail to send to his brothers. When you set yours off to the side to proof, you have to “pspsps” a little to get his attention to set his aside with you.

“I’m not a cat.”

“That is factually incorrect, I hope you know that. Get back to me on that when you no longer transmogrify into a cute fluffy white cat.”

“I’m gonna put catnip in yer tea.”

“Oh no… how ever could that backfire on you…”

He flicks your nose, escaping off to his study while you set a timer for the bread to proof. You pop your head in when it goes off, grinning when you find him basking in the sun on the windowsill. He’s curled up, asleep and purring loud. You move quietly, not wanting to disturb him quite yet and risk getting cat claws to the face. The couch next to the window creaks quietly as you sit down, reaching over to pet over his white fur. Marvin stretches out, yawning as he slowly awakes from his nap.

“It’s biscuit time now, love.”

He mrows at you, hopping down onto the floor as he shifts back. It takes a few blinks before he’s awake enough, stretching out his back again with a crack.

“Alright, let’s make some fuckin’ biscuits…”

You can’t help but laugh at his very determined tone of voice, leading him back to the kitchen in his half-sleepy state. He takes great intrigue in working the dough into rolls, yawning between dropping them into the pan. Once the pan is filled, you help him get the dough out from between his fingers and get him back to the couch, letting him go back to sleep. Did get a little clip of him getting into it a little too hard, and find him curled up on your sweatshirt when the bread is in the oven.

Maybe next time you’ll make some actual biscuits.