#kuvoos cat

[undercrawl]

Another art piece I commissioned from @azy-arty

The CatTale brothers: Papyrus, Sans and [REDACTED]

[neurotic-symbiotic]

Two art pieces I forgot to add of my boi, Kuvoos and his glow up. On the left was done by azyarty and the right was by the lovely @nanaimobars

[neurotic-symbiotic]

Kuvoos had no intention of eating something that was 99% comprised of just vegetables. He had other plans, which hopefully didn't include fish. Instead he just got the stool to better watch what the other troll was doing.

He'd rest his elbows in the counter and just lean forward. And much like a cat would stare silently at him. Silently judging him. And maybe admiring him a little. Just a bit. "So you can not eat meet or do you just choose not to."

Kwieon blushed, realizing that he didn’t actually have a recipe in mind where his host wanted one. his tactic was just ‘put things together till they taste good’. The milk would be more filling than water, at least. and he liked milk. 

“Uhm… not really? you can totally try some though.” he was making enough for himself, then. perfect. he kinda thought it was adorable when Kuvoos had to grab a footstool to see the counter. Kwieon wondered, if he had built this hive, why hadn’t he made everything accessible for himself? Maybe he figured he’d grow taller than he had. The thought made kwieon snicker internally. 

[undercrawl]

Error: Sorry can’t come out and destroy universes today. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this.

Please excuse my terrible attempts at Error and Nightmare Sans. Just doodling at work.

[undercrawl]

Because cats that’s why. And no I can’t draw them very well

[undercrawl]

Troll cat n Troll goose. Scourges of all AUs.

[askkwieon]

I think the only ship name I have is Tiger n Bunny

Because it was. Kwieon bunny-themed troll and Kuvoos* cat-themed troll

*Kuvoos not mine

what is the most literal ship name yall have?

[neurotic-symbiotic]

ϖ

The loud ping of his husktop nearly causes Kuvoos to jump out of his skin. He was so wrapped up in his work that the silence shattering sound brought him back to reality. Setting down his tools and grumply scuttling his way over to his husktop. His expression instantly brightening as the blinking handle was none other then his Moirail. Not bothering to even double check the following messages when he double clicks the attached image.

“What the fuck.”

That was way more then he ever expected to see of his ‘rail. Closing the screen quickly but it was too late. The image was burned into his date banks. When he could finally focus past the burning embarrassment he checked the message log. Thankfully this was indeed sent in error but it raised a multitude of questions.

[TT] “Why do you even have these?”

[TT] “And who were you planning on sending these to??”

[neurotic-symbiotic]

What is Kuvoos's biggest kink?

That would probably fall into the realm of petplay and sizeplay. I mean, you can’t have one without the other when you’ve built yourself an 8 foot tall cat wife. He’s very proud of himself for that accomplishment!

[neurotic-symbiotic]

I know this is a few but... Panora for 12. (what’s the best dream they’ve ever had?), Nae for 9. (what do they dream about? do they even dream at all?), and Kuvoos for 7. (do they have any stuffed animals?)

The best dream Panora ever had was seeing her old friends and matesprit again. Being able to see Alternia without all the violence and her scars. It’s a simple dream but it genuinely makes her smile. 

Nae usually doesn’t dream since most of her life she slept in a coral reef rather then a normal bed/sopor. But on the rare occasion she does dream its usually nightmares about her Ancestor. Feelings of failure to live up to her caste. And images of her ruling over a world she fucked up so badly that there’s nothing left but ash and salt.

Oh god, Kuvoos has a room dedicated to stuffed purrbeasts of all shapes and sizes. When he was a wriggler and left alone it was a big comfort to be surrounded by the stuffed beasts. But most of them are just torn pieces of cotton and fabric since Ferrum moved in. Winged cats are his absolute favorite. 

[neurotic-symbiotic]

At this time of night the ocean was at least even tempered. The waves were still choppy and the tide rumbled and roared as it battered the shore. But beneath the waves it was calming and quiet. And a place where few would bother Kuvoos. Well, most of the time. Tonight played out as usual up until he came up for air. Peeking his head up above the waves. His eyes catching sight of something, or rather someone, lurking on the beach.

It took a moment longer for him to realize it was another troll. And just a split second after that to know it was a lesser blood. Odd. This was most certainly not a place for one of them. Well, he might as well investigate. He'd skip fish for dinner tonight. He'd easily get past the pull of the outgoing tide and step out into the sand. He was dripping wet and looking utterly miserable when he touched the open air again.

Shaking himself a bit and wring out the lower hem of his sweater, for what good that would really do him. He'd approach the foreign troll, his cybernetic eyes glowing a dark red. "Hey, you probably should not be here."

Kwieon was lost. he was very lost, and though it was only midnight he knew he should be getting home. problem was, he didn’t know where home was. He sat down on the sand and stared out at the ocean, contemplating his next move. 

[neurotic-symbiotic]

At least this trip was shorter, luckily enough. Stepping out and leading them the rest of the way. Kuvoos would once more touch a particular part of the wall to unlock their way. It seems he really liked to keep his privacy. The thick, heavy iron door would slowly creep open and let the light of the open room pour in.

The newly exposed room would be massive. The rooms color scheme was simple monochrome. A couch built to sit a least a dozen trolls was parked before a massive entertainment center. Movies and games scattered around. Sculptures of varying sizes, both stone and metal, were scattered around. A lot of them depicting a cat or something similar. A huge pile of white fluff was blocked one of the six various halls leading away from the room. The ceiling would reach up far enough for Kwieon to move freely, to say the least.

Even with a room filled with this and that it didn't feel cluttered. At least it didn't to Kuvoos. "This is the main block. You can move freely here but all other corridors are off limits."

Kwieon found the hive forboding, but continued to follow the highblood. what sort of troll was he anyways? with a hive like that… and his weird eyes, and those wings? what sort of troll has wings?? He wondered what he had gotten himself into. He hadn’t heard the comment about his name.

“Nice hive.”