#not catboys just like. nyah

[mossy-rainfuck]

one of these days i will have enough in the tank to do art for tummy thursday* but for now i will sit here consumed by depression and gay and yearn

*thing at my work specifically for posting cat pictures but i think would also b fun as pinup art or smth

[hwaightme]

Cat named Mars (catboy!hwa hcs)

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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[yaknowlikenyah]

Hey puppy, Wanna fuck your big bro?

Hello from me, Chance! Your Catboy Cuntboy Extraordinaire, Dom Bottom, Weed Smoking, and God Complex having Older Brother.

That should filter out about half of you. Just block if my kinks aren’t your thing!

He/It, 24 Trans Dude, if you’re a metalhead that can lift ~120lbs I will suck your dick so good.

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Wanna add to it? Send me an ask and I’ll give you my thoughts on it.

I love teasing anons, but don’t expect me to sext you through asks if I can’t see your age.

If you’re a minor you know the drill⚠️

I don’t have a DNI just don’t be a dick

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[thedeafprophet]

@warabola you have activated my trap card!! (my love of rambling about my homemade blorbos)

So. Alex's connection with Parabola is pretty directly influenced by his experiences during Lignt Fingers. In fact he doesn't actually become a silverer until like the very end, or just after the ambition. It's a response to it, so to speak.

He only came in contact with Parabola due to the events of light fingers, and the tense journey there from the ceiling was his first real introduction too it. He was very fascinated by the world of dreams to begin with, curious in a way he's not usually. And most importantly, he needed to know how to work with the place if he was going to properly defend anyone.

His connection with the Obliging Silverer (a character you only meet if you do the LFs exclusive path of having a silverer help you build the base camp) also played a role here too, being interested in the things the man did.... but most notably, the impact of Clara handing him the shattered cosmogone glasses after he was killed in the basecamp attack was harrowing. The fact that Alex wasn't there in time weighs heavily on him.

Above all else, Alex hates feeling weak. He's someone who feels the need to always take charge, to defend others, to get hurt so other people don't have to. Having something so far out of his control...he can't stand it. He feels like if he had just known more about dreams, he could've broken out of the one Edward had brought him into, he could've shown up sooner, he could've stopped stuff from happening.

It's not true, but it's what he thinks.

In the end Alex became a silverer not truly out of a love for Parabola and dreams, though he's certainly become fond, but mostly out of a desire to not be weak, to not be caught like that again. Perhaps now, guiding other dreamers and fighting nightmares, perhaps that makes a difference. Even if he can't defend his own dreams, he can help defend someone else's.

.....And also he's a catboy. Nyah

[croc-girl-dick]

Happy vore day!!! Nyah! ^w^

@vivian-the-catboy

Hehe happy vore day cutie kitty ! Is this your way of saying your on the menu ? Hehehehe !

*doesn't wait for an answer and snaps you up quick !*

I love this art cos you could interprate it as just a fun trip inside my mouth or far more likely its just a moment before I tilt up my head and the sweet cat boy plummets down my greedy throat !

[real-total-drama-takes]

Noah is canonically a dog lover. Even though he might look like a cat person you are wrong. Noah is a cat. Not like a catboy like “nyah,” but he acts like a cat that reminds me of him. I see him as a cat. Why am I talking about cats now?

NOAH IS A CAT AND HE HAS A DOG JUST SAYING—

- 💜 anon

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[fangaminghell]

Post post game I think Lin pretty much splits her time with the Paraeah's and the Joshi's. Cause I'm pretty sure Navin and Astrid just adopts her immediately. If not them, then Leo.

Cause like throughout the entirety of the post quest, Leo has been Annoyed with Lin. Very very annoyed. Concerned as well since she's a literal child, but still annoyed. But then he got to the new world asylum, and all of that grievance he had just washed away as he put the pieces together. He already knew that she wasn't going to hurt Lin, at most give her a scolding and hope that he can change her for the better, but after that? After seeing that disgusting man? He just wanted to give her a hug.

After everything had settled down, leo pretty much became an older brother to Lin. He knew that she probably would want to stay with the Paraeah's- she did take their last name after all- but always left the door open for her if she wanted to stop by. And she did! A lot. It's probably what made Leo finally decide to get an actual house, so he can give Lin an actual room.

It is entertaining given how Lin is obviously a dog person and Leo is a cat one. Sure, Leo has a dog in Jenna, and he loves her to bits, but he also has The Cat's Nyah. So. Yeah. Catboy vs dog girl FIGHT!!!!

In terms of the rest of the family, despite Suraya literally cutting Lin off during the Giratina quest, she actually greeted Lin with open arms! I still think it takes time for the two to properly get along, but I think Suraya would be a great older sister for Lin. Astrid and Navin are lovely parents too. They spoil Lin, no matter how many times Leo tells them not to hgvhvgvgvcg.

[thunderpounce-inc]

Rough draft ref for Cloudy & Orange, my two dumb TFA OCs who still need actual names

Cloudy is actually the transformer in my icon, making the ridiculous facial expression!

There IS a story to go with these guys, though idk if I will ever write it or anything. Said story mostly explores a pre-war spot on the timeline, actually, so there isn't much interaction with cannon characters.

It goes about like this:

Cybertron has a semi-functionist caste system, and Cloudy is a 'war-frame' transformer literally manufactured BY the military, like a soldier ant. Cloudy is an experimental model from a line of attempts at biomimicry, to make soldiers that were even more effective, ferocious, and resourceful than normal

Cloudy is kind of like if the MILITARY commissioned a much more real, much more genetically engineered (which, I would like to note, I headcannon that basically all TFA transformers are genetically engineered; they come in different 'models' and 'upgrades'; and that just sounds a lot like 'we are genetically engineering ourselves and are at the brink of outright cladization' to me) 'cat' 'catboy' than one normally thinks of. Less 'cute NYAH!', more 'scary TIGERboy who could bite your arm off'

also, uh WARNING! (robot) cannibalism is touched on below a bit

Cloudy serves in the Cybertronian military (he was BORN there,,,), during which he is stranded on a ship after a battle goes pretty Bad. Cloudy is the sole survivor of this, and pulled through by drinking fuel from the corpses of enemies (MAYBE fallen allies too, dunno how dark I wanna go). I DO know that even just doing that to DEAD non-transformer enemies would be a big deal, since transformers normally live entirely on inanimate fuels like energon, oil, ect- so I imagine even drinking BLOOD would be indistinguishable from cannibalism to them. Cloudy is literally intentionally programmed to like the taste of blood and this stuff distresses even him (arguably even more so BECAUSE of that)

Eventually the war Cloudy was forged for (most likely conflict with the Quintessons) is won, and he gets to go planet-side while on stand-by. Cloudy tries to do that Civilan Life, but its kind of tough when everybody is smaller than AND and kinda scared of you. He makes friends with this more open-minded motorbike (Orange) while he's there.

(they meet when a disaster of some kind causes a building to collapse, and Cloudy lunges at the nearest way-too-tiny-to-survive-this bot (Orange) to shield them. They get split up after that since Cloudy gets knocked unconscious, and first responders drag everyone off the scene for medical attention. But when Orange next bumps into Cloudy, he's determined to actually talk to him and find out what this 'scary war-frame's' deal is. Which is good, because Cloudy is way too shy to initiate conversation like that, haha)

Cloudy's secret eventually gets out when investigations of the stranding reveal that all corpses had been exsanguinated and gnawed on, all rations exhausted, and Cloudy came back weirdly healthy for a guy who should have starved to death. He's then sentenced to 'you die fighting in the gladiator pits, OR you die right now!' Cloudy gets immediately shipped out to the pits on the spot, and then Orange follows him there because he is a stubborn, loyal little mother fucker.

From there the story is less defined, BUT I know both of them become Decepticons when THAT war breaks out, seeing as both have become quite sympathetic to 'yo the current situation on Cybertron is FUCKED!'

I would also like to note, by 'reptile handler trust-bond', I mean some kind of wacky queer platonic(?) relationship defined primarily by it's foundation of carefully earned trust. I'm not very good in the social department, gonna be honest, but I like animals a lot, so that was the best analogy I had. Cloudy and Orange's relationship isn't romantic, I wouldn't say? It's based primarily in how Orange is one of the very few people Cloudy, who is very distrustful, is willing to trust closely.

[selenealwayscries]

in light of recent events

[wired-heartbeats]

Anyway Undertale Self Insert Pog

[thetimetel]

I just want to start this with, I never asked for this. Seriously. It just happened.

You know those stories about how a cat will gain entry to someone’s house and the owner just accepts the new member of the family? Yeah, that’s how I met Garfield.

I just woke up to this catboy collapsed on my living room floor by the window one morning. Dirty white shirt half off and hair a complete fucking mess. It looked a lot like he had walked over there and just passed out. I thought maybe he was injured, but as I was calling a vet and trying to check him for injuries, well . . .

He got up, PERFECTLY FINE I will add, moved over two inches, and dropped back on the floor like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. I relayed this information and the vet asked me if the sun was shining through the window. Yeah, he was just basking in the sun. Totally normal catboy behavior.

So I went to work with him still sleeping/laying there. I didn’t realize that I had been chosen. Because all it was at that point was a funny story to tell my coworkers. I figured he’d leave the house the same way he got in.

Then I got home. And guess who unlocked the door for me with a sleepy ‘Nyah?’ While rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Oh, right. This is probably a good time to mention that Garfield has never actually spoken to me. He just makes cat noises and ‘Nyah�� sounds. I think he’s nonverbal. So my questions on who he was, why he was there, why there were now claw marks on all the table legs, were answered by Garfield jumping up on said table, stretching out and going to sleep.

It didn’t take me long to realize the poor guy was starving. So a trip to the pet store and an awkward conversation with a store employee later, and I came back with catboy food. And before I even got the damn bag open Garfield started following me around, meowing excitedly and wrapping his arms around my legs.

The next visit was to the catboy store for a collar, this time with Garfield coming along. I don’t know what was weirder. The sight of Garfield trying to choose a hot pink, spiked collar that had the word ‘SLUT’ on it, or the fact that the store SOLD that kind of collar. Anyways, I got him a hot pink, spiked collar that did NOT have any words on it. Then I brought him to the clothing aisle, and let me tell you that this boy made quite a scene. Turns out that he has a very specific TYPE of clothing that he likes.

Namely, tight belly shirts and short shorts.

So we ended up in line at the register and the poor employee was dying trying to hold back her laughter as she’s ringing all this up, not helped by the fact that Garfield was RIDING PIGGYBACK on me and trying to nuzzle against my face. And I’m trying to explain to this employee that no, this is not my catboy, I just met him yesterday and I’m trying to make him comfortable until I can figure out what to do with him.

In hindsight, I guess it was pretty obvious he had chosen me as his owner by that point.

At first I pondered the usual things. Namely, was he someone else’s catboy or a stray. A visit to the vet told me that he was well known for causing trouble in the neighborhood, and did not have an owner.

I did put out ads for ‘pretty tabby catboy for sale. Very loving and clingy’, along with some pictures of him modeling his new belly shirt and short shorts. In hindsight, I guess I shouldn’t have been SURPRISED at all the comments that said - in exquisite detail - what these people would do to him. While I quickly closed the ad and claimed a friend had taken him, I still find pictures of that ad I made on some less . . . Safe for work sites.

So yeah, I ended up keeping him. And yes, I named him Garfield. It was mostly because . . . well, tabby cat. The funny thing is Garfield is NOTHING like Garfield, but I can't bear to change his name now.

I’ve done some research on tabby cats and catboys since, and it’s pretty clear Garfield fits both the stereotypes. There’s so much love and adoration in this catboy’s head that there’s no room for something as inconsequential as brain cells.

For instance, doors. Remember how I said he opened the door for me when I got back from work? He still does that by the way. Every day. But when HE needs to go somewhere that involves going through a doorway? He will mewl helplessly and paw at the door while waiting for me to open it.

Then there’s his whole shower issue. And let me tell you, THAT one gets a chuckle out of me. It doesn’t matter how many times we go through it. Getting him into the shower, he’s totally fine. Right until I turn on the water. Then runs out of the shower while screaming like he just saw a serial killer. At this point I just get the shampoo in his hair and soap him up, then I pin him under the guise of a hug before turning on the water with my left foot and bracing before the water comes on.

But on days that have been rough, well, I think Garfield just KNOWS when I need him. He’ll bring me toys, snuggle with me, lick my face, whatever he thinks will help me feel better. And I’ll wake up some times to find him on my lap, all curled up and purring contently as he looks at me with those big green eyes.

I never expected to have a catboy named Garfield. But now? I don’t know what I’d do without him.

The Good News: Your new roommate is a cute catboy. The Bad News: He’s an orange tabby.

[littlemisspinky]

ive been playing final fantasy ix and i love it a lot so heres the lad himself 👉👈😳

[the-doodleer]

benrey have u ever even seen a cat before.

[actualbird]

you talk about marius like he's a particularly chatty cat that lives in your neighbourhood that you dont know the owner of. this is not a critique.

JBSDKJGKDGBS YEAH THIS IS NOT A CRITIQUE, THIS IS STONE COLD FACTS!!!

i mean im pretty sure we're all MEANT to talk about him like this. mhy did a great job cat-coding marius von hagen to be meowrius von nyah-gen.

an attention seeking personality, coy and confident vibes, a sneaky tendency to "trick" the love out of people towards him (bro, ur not tricking anybody, they legit just love you, u aint slick), and MANY OTHER FELINE QUALITIES.

plus in his character pv he literally says "[...] I'm just a cat." mhy introduced us to marius with him proudly declaring himself catboy, mad fuckin respect for this dude.

and marius is True Catboy, hes cute and insufferable and if you ignore him hes going to start scratching ur home's walls and yowling his SORROW, PAIN, SUFFERING, HELL ON EARTH, IM UNLOVED AND SO SO NEGLECTED AND---

ppl he loves: //gives him affection

marius: hehe, i was just pretending be sad but awww, you really do like me! gotcha! >:3

(hes not gotcha-ing anybody. we all know, they all know he just desperately wants sincere care and love and is constantly hiding that desire behind flimsy facades of casualness)

how are we supposed to cope with this?? my decided coping mechanism is to talk about him and write him exactly like how u said all the time forever.

in conclusion:

[aquato-family-circus]

Catboy Compton is a bug inside joke with friends so just the idea of Compton doing :3 is making me mcfucking lose it

Yknow, like Nyah?

[sgrumby]

“Hey, check this out!”

Merle’s voice echoes around the cavern, and Magnus and Taako turn to him. He’s crouched beside a huddled figure, swathed in a red robe, and idle curiosity as well as boredom with whatever Gundren is doing drives them both over to join him.

It’s obvious, from close range, that the person has been dead a while; their flesh has long since decayed, leaving only bones in the worn and tattered fabric of the robe.

There’s a brief period of silence, as the three of them pay their respects to this poor, deceased traveller. Did they lead a good life? Were they struck down young, a warrior’s death, against overwhelming odds? Or did they finally succumb to hunger and thirst, lost in this cave for days, weeks, maybe? Either way, it feels like a moment of understanding passes between the three adventurers and their fallen comrade – a deeper understanding of and respect for the dangers of this life that they choose to lead. A sombre attitude falls over the three of them as they reflect on life’s deeper questions.

“D’you think they’ve got any gold in their pockets?” Magnus asks, immediately.

Taako shrugs, lazily, making a show of examining his nails. “Take a look.”

“Ewie, no!” Magnus protests, backing off. “I don’t wanna touch gross bones!”

Merle draws himself up to his full height, puffing out his chest and throwing his shoulders back. “Allow me,” he says, putting on a deeper, more macho voice. “I’m the cleric, after all. I’m not gonna get yucked out by some bones. I – I have a bone proficiency.”

He leans in and frisks the corpse, scowling as he finds the pockets are empty. “Great. I touched all the icky bones for nothing.”

But, as he straightens up, he brushes the hood, knocking it backwards, and exposing the skull. It grins up at them, and they all burst out laughing.

The skeleton is wearing cat ears, pink and white, made of a fabric that’s somehow survived the test of time, leaving them still pristine despite years of neglect.

“Dibs!” Merle says, quickly, leaving Magnus pouting jealously as he reaches in to grab them. “I wanna be a catboy!”

The instant his hand touches the fabric, though, there’s a zap! of electricity, and a shower of sparks from the tip of one of the ears that illuminates the whole cave. Merle is sent flying backwards, his flight only arrested by the distant wall of the cavern. He slumps, mumbling a string of curses.

“That’s what you get for saying the word catboy, old man,” Taako grins. “My turn.”

“Woah, Taako, hold on -” Magnus starts, backing off, but Taako’s hands are already lifting the plastic headband from the skeleton’s head.

A flash of lightning blinds them, for a second, and the subsequent peal of thunder echoes around the room for what seems like an age before the smoke clears and Taako is stood, in the centre of the room, the ears upon his own head.

“Woah,” Magnus breathes, awestruck. “Taako, how’d you do that?”

“Oh, y’know,” Taako says. “Just, like, nyah.”