#ughh kitty cat.... :)

[lovetommyactually]

Do you ever wake up and just think about Lou with cats throughout the day?

[rafesweetie]

kitty!reader if u even care

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.

[shinydmoon]

As i (accidentally) caught attention of some cat gene nerds( my people sort of) i have game!

Theses are 6 full blooded siblings. I’ll list their Physical/presented Genes(and Sx) and lets see if their parents are 1, fully possible, and 2, if the Geno and Phino types are guess able

I think those are the right terms😰😅

LittleAsh(F): Blank Mink with Middle-lv White

SmokeSpots(F): Black Ticked tabby with Middle-lv White

HeartTail(F): Fawn Ticked tabby With High-Lv White

CoalEar(M): Solid Black with low White

JuniperLeap(M): Fawn Mink with Middle-lv White

Pit/Pitch Sole(F): Brown Mink with low White

I will do my best to correct any genetic errors

(To a point,)

[squiddy-god]

brothers wedding nights

Smut- old so I don't really know all of what happens but it's smut that's for Shure.

He’s been itching to rail you ever since the after party started 

Once he gets you back to the room he’s not wasting any time tying you up in soft silk ribbons and roaming your body

The corruption kink is strong with this one 

Whispers all of the dirty things he wants to do to you, his deep sultry voice ringing in your head as his hands play with your body

He absolutely LOVES calling you his spouse while he fucks you silly, his inhuman cock slamming into you over and over as your body shudders at the bumps and ridges that drag along your walls 

The sir kink that this man has is astronomical and you better believe he makes you call him sir 

No matter what you are you have a wedding garter solely because the prospect of lucifer gently tugging it down your thigh with his teeth is so fucking hot-

Mammon 

Vibrating with excitement and his dick is twitching right along with him  

The second the after party ends he’s dragging you back to his room 

To imatiant to take off the garter, plus he thinks its hotter to fuck you with it on

He’s going to mark every inch of you in hickeys and love bites 

I like the idea of mammon fucking you on just about evry surface in his room, from his couch to the hood of the car he has in his loft 

His cock will feel so so so nice inside you, rigged and bumps pushing you threw orgasm after orgasm 

Also willing to bottom, winy subby mammon being all needy as his cock twitches in your hand, the flushed red tip twitching and leaking, his rich skin burning at your every touch and he keeps muttering how your HIS human and HIS spouse and how he’s YOUR man 

Possessive dirty talking mammon can get it 

Levi 

Levi was so nervous about this part

What if you change your mind, what if you decide you don’t want him?

Oh at first it’s just like normal, same old subby levi moaning and whining as you sucked and rubbed his cocks, the flat head oozing pre-cum and his hims involuntary jerked, his tail wrapped around your wrist desperately hanging on as his body shuddered 

But the more he thinks about what if you had chosen someone else, the more he gets that envy in the pit of his stomach

Suddenly the tables have turned 

Your under him with his tail wrapping around you, pressing on your tongue and worming inside your mouth while his purplish flushed cocks pressing into you while he muttered into your neck

Telling you all of his possessive jealous thoughts, more as a way to prove to himself that he’s good enough

Satan 

He was very very confident 

He was definitely looking forward to this part

Probably one of the more vanilla times youve had sex

Which isn’t saying much

He’s definitely a lot more gentle, lots of loving caresses and sweet kisses placed on your body as his hands roam around to all of your sweet spots, ripping those delicious moans from your pretty little throat

I wouldn’t plan on wearing nice lingerie because he plans to rip it off 

He wont have you in cat ears like he normally would (haha unless) but hes still going to call you his naughtly kitty 

Ughh just kiss that stupid cocky grin right off his face, but be warned he’ll make you kiss the cum off of his cock too, because you cant just be a brat and expect to not be put in your place 

Asmo 

Asmo had it all planned out from the beginning 

Rose scented candles and flower petals littered the bed

He planned to make a whole night out of this, first it would start with champagne and a bubble bath, asmos hands would wander and wash your body with the soapy bubbles, heated kisses adding to the need you felt. He was going to drag this out as long as he could 

Finally he gets you to the bed, clouds of lust and love sweraling in his vision as his eyes raked over your body, irises dipping and moving to follow every familiar curve and line

Asmos makes sure to lavish you in praise from the very beginning, from the moment he complimented your undergarments as he undressed you, too when his cock is buried inside you, twitching and pulsing as the odd shape dragged inside you 

Oh he definitely wants pictures of you to commemorate this moment 

And to jack off to when you can’t help him personally

Avatar of lust and king of oral

He’ll have you cumming on his face until you’re shaking with those cute little tears of pleasure 

Beel 

Beel was so caught up in how much he loved you that it slipped his mind 

Then you’re both alone and he remembers about this part 

Shyly approaches you 

We stan a man who thinks consent is sexy 

Sex that night is very soft and vanilla, with beels large cock pressing into you slowly so you can udjust, and with beel whispering words of love and affirmation into your ear

Although i will say that you are covered in hickeys, so many hickeys it’s ridiculous in fact

Beel wants to make sure that you feel loved tonight, as if this bean doesn’t make you feel loved every night 

But tonight is extra special so he ties to be extra gentle as his hands grope and squeeze you, bringing out those delicious moans, all of them muffled and swallowed threw the loving kiss he maintains throughout your love making 

Wants to cum inside but will of course ask you first because he’s sweet

If you thought he wasn’t going to send you into light overstimulation from oral then you were wrong because he absolutely will 

Will hold your hand throughout the hole thing and wont stop saying how much he loves you, its real soft beel hours

Belphie 

Belphie was wrapped up in a swarm of emotions throughout the day/night and in the back of his head he was more than ready to let it out, all of that fear, joy, pride, anxiousness that he kept hidden (well not the joy and pride, cheeky shit) behind his care free attitude of joy and love 

In one of belphies calls, the first one you get i think, belphie says that he’s alway up at night, because of this you had the wedding at dusk, or when dusk would be,  so he could stay awake, and now that it was “night time” he was fully awake and ready to plow you

You go up to the attic with him and he straight up tosses you on the bed, his tail swishing back and forth excitedly, his cock getting semi hard at the thought of pumping into you, his little human he loves so much

Still asks consent because the brothers are absolute kings (bastards but kings nonetheless) 

Another one who leaves hickeys, but unlike beel who just likes to taste you, hes possessive like mammon, he wants everyone to know that he’s the only one who gets to say he put a ring on your finger and his cock inside of you

Give him hickeys back and he’ll have a cocky grin for days 

Hangs his head low 1) because while he is fucking you sensless, he also wants to be close to you 2) low-key wants you to grab his horns while he plows you 

Despite the pace his cock is pumping into you with, he’s very soft, lots of praise and love 

[grenadehearts]

my first req ever holy shit

soooo......uhm...uhm.... any thoughts on power couple pro hero!ocha x pro hero!f!reader who are insanely in love w eachother??

LIKE THIS PIC IS SO THEM CODED ITS THEM ITS THEM ITS SO THEM 😭😭😭😭 theyre so silly and cute ouuu........

pro!hero!ocha x hero!f!reader thoughts <3

authors note: this is actually my worst work yet ughh im sooo sorry!! i tried!! thank uuu sm for requesting cupkiki ily mwahhh. m.list

Pro!Hero!Ocha with her pro-hero girlfriend, who share matching keychains on their hero costumes—a pink and black cat with matching charms, each engraved with their initials. It's their little secret. a token of goodluck.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, who is absolutely, completely infatuated with her pro-hero girlfriend. Whenever she's on any interview or talk show, no matter the topic, no matter the question, your name always finds its way into the conversation.

Even when they're asking about her latest heroic feats or the most dangerous villain she's faced—she can’t help it. Her face lights up, cheeks flushed pink, eyes wide and sparkling with admiration for you. Oh forget about her feats as she brings you and all your accomplishments up, with a love-struck grin.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, who is scheduled for a different patrol than you today, missing you and your pretty face more than usual. The day feels extra long, no villains to fight so far so she keeps herself moving, trudging through her patrol, wishing for something exciting to happen, she turns a corner and—bam!—she’s suddenly face-to-face with a giant billboard of your face. "Pro Hero Y\n uses this, so should you!," it says, complete with marketing jargon.

Her heart races, she feels like a teen girl finding her crush in the yearbook, and without thinking, she jumps for joy, her two feet bouncing against the sidewalk, as she clasps her hands together, her pinkies touching, completely forgetting about her quirk. The result? A lovesick fool floating in mid-air, grinning from ear to ear as she drifts, completely giddy over the sight of you, even in a commercial.

Pro!Hero!Ocha, fighting villains side by side with you, but she’s so distracted by your presence that she can't help but sneak glances. Punches fly, combat calls are exchanged, but in between, she’s sending you flirtatious looks, teasing remarks, and playful jabs. You’re both so absorbed in each other, you weaseling the villain away in confines, but your head is turned to face her as she sends you flying air kisses and you got a stupid dopey grin on your face.

Pro!Hero!Ocha and her pro-hero girlfriend, the very definition of love in the spotlight. Always attached at the hip, constantly doting on each other in interviews. Whether it's fighting over the microphone so one can shower the other with compliments or color-coordinating their outfits—down to their hero costumes—for events, their love is on full display. They can't help it. It’s just how they are.

And, of course, Pro!Hero!Ocha is forever buying your merch. When the Hello Kitty line of your hero merch launched, she nearly bought out the entire store. She couldn't help it, not when it was you and hello kitty, together she’d be a fool not to, (she always buys out all your merch lines… she's your biggest fan!)

[cheollipop]

idk if u r into pegging so feel free 2 ignore this.. but pegging wooyoung basically never leaves my mind and i saw this vid on twt of a guy bent over the arm of a couch getting pegged while the girl had him on a leash and all i could think of was fucking fox!wooyoung😫😫 he’d be so cute and whiny ughh i just needed 2 share this thought…

finally, I can sit down and write something for this delicious image you've put in my head *evil laugh echoes in my small room* dallas.... let me give you a smooch 😽 I really hope you like this~

(this is the first time I write something like this so I really hope it's not shit-)

nsfw under cut—minors dni!!

heavy breathing and steady shuffling cut through the silence in the sunlit living room, two pairs of shoes haphazardly thrown off at the entrance and clothes strewn all over the furniture—wooyoung's shirt hanging off the empty flower vase on the coffee table, his pants thrown over the loveseat opposite to where he splayed out on the couch, his nipples rubbing over the armrest with every forward rock of his body.

sliding the lubed strap out of him, you rocked back onto your heels to watch wooyoung’s puckered hole clench uselessly. your thumbs dug into the flesh of his ass to spread him open, leaning forward and dropping a wad of spit over the stretched rim. his tail wagged erratically in front of you, a desperate whine ripping through his chest while his cock—red and angry, leaking precum onto the couch under him while swaying between his legs.

"p-please, fuck me, please-"

you reached for the discarded leash lining his arched spine, tugging harshly until his head jerked backward with a choked sob. "bad boys don't get to speak, do they?" you slapped the silicone head over his rim, spreading the lube around as he tried to suck you back inside.

he shivered under you, his mind wandering back to the cat hybrid he'd seen at the park, red coating the siamese's face while wooyoung rutted against him, staring back at the fox with equal want.

his airflow restricted with another firm tug to the collar around his neck, the leather leash wrapped around your hand as you pulled wooyoung's head back. "I asked you a question."

"b-but... 'm not a bad boy," he muttered, pushing his hips back into you, the ribbed exterior of the dildo rubbing over his hole.

"you aren't?" you leaned over his body, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his cock, smirking at the whimper leaving his lips. "one look at the pretty kitty's dimples and you couldn't wait to get your dick wet—that's not very good, is it now?"

wooyoung's ears flattened over his head, "youngie's a good boy," he mumbled weakly.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, leaning back and aligning yourself with his entrance again. you watched his tail straighten up, his ears twitching as you slipped back inside him, the uncontrolled trembling of his thighs urging you to move. you gave a few harsh thrusts, purposely angling your hips upwards to press into wooyoung's swollen gland. "good boys can cum like this, can youngie do that for me?"

a quick echo of "yes" and "please" was enough to put an end to your teasing, relentlessly driving your hips into the fox hybrid and reveling in the frantic moans you pulled from him. your free hand smoothed down his back, digging your thumb into his dimples of venus before wrapping your fingers around the base of his tail.

"fuck! please, please, I-I can’t-" he cried out, broken ah's ripping through his chest as pleasure seared through his body, the silicone tip pressing into his prostate with every roll of your hips, his cock swinging uselessly between his legs. "g-gonna cum-"

your fist tightened around his tail, tugging once, twice, before a stream of white painted the cushions under him, his cock rocking with every forward jerk of his body. his muscles seized up as his orgasm washed over him, his walls clenching around you and restricting your movement. you loosened your grip around the leash, watching as wooyoung's head lowered onto the arm of the couch to muffle his voice, the sound gravelly and broken while you continued to roll your hips into his used hole.

his cock twitched weakly, a few pathetic spurts of cum dribbling out of the angry head before shots of painful pleasure jolted his hips away from you, his hand reaching back to paw at your thighs.

"please, t-too much- a-ah! 'hurts-"

you grinded into him despite the pleas, waiting until his head turned sideways—teary eyes and wet cheeks peeking at you over his shoulder. slowly sliding the length out of him, you sat back go watch his gaping hole flutter around air, his softening cock dripping with cum while it remained untouched between his legs.

you drew a line of kisses over the back of his spasming thighs and up to his ass, licking a stripe around his swollen rim before pulling away, the corners of your lips tugging upwards at the pained whimper sounding from below. the fox hybrid looked content, having had his cock milked from getting thoroughly fucked, lying in a puddle of his own cum and sweat.

your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching behind his perked-up ears until he nuzzled into your palm. a soft smile graced your lips, a tender peck planted on wooyoung's forehead while you spoke, "my good boy."

[rpreaperperson]

14: Beginning of her rage

Masterlist

Then the mission began with Price, Gaz, and Alejandro sneaking into the tunnels to get Valeria.

Ghost and the Ghost team outside the headquarters to find Grave and eliminate him, Soap takes the armor plates from the back of the seat and puts them inside his vest and a spotter scope while listening to Ghost's instructions.

When the van stops moving far from the headquarters gate he marks the gate so the chopper can take it down

“Multiple Shadows on guard”

“Want me to eliminate them, Master?” Claw softly asks, her eyes full of devotion to her Master then Soap pats her head

“Nah..let the chopp’er blow ‘em up” Claw leaned into his gloved palm, then Soap marked the gate, the gate blew up the remaining guarding Shadows being shot with the chopper

The vehicles move on passed the gate entering the headquarters.

.

“here...kitty kitty~..” Graves watches Claw from the cameras, leaning forward to the monitor he smirks when Claw jumps from a large gap with ease taking out her knife she slashes one of the Shadow's throat

“Kitty does have claws after all huh..” glancing at the flash disk beside him, Graves took it and put it inside his pocket

“come and get me kitty..” he smirked as an explosive sound came from outside the headquarters, Graves headed out from the control room.

.

As they got into the locked main door Rudy put breacher charge on the headquarters main door

“Claw as soon you saw Graves drop him” commands Ghost

“yes Master..” she nodded ears twitching, and her eyes became more focused than ever ready to pounce on her prey

As the door was breached they saw Graves run away from the second floor

“Contact, second deck” yell Soap

“He’s on the run, clear in!” without waiting for the others Claw dashed onto the second floor tailing after Graves as Shadows blocked her way pointing their guns at her

But before they could shoot Claw jumped at one of them killing them in an instant

“f*ck..she’s really hot” mumbled Soap as he shot at the Shadows

“Focus Soap!” as they cleared the second floor, Claw heading into the control room saw the exit has been open narrowing her eyes she walked there but a tug on her back collar halted her

“should’ve waited for me” told Soap

“Sorry master Soap..” her ears dropped, ruffling her head Soap walked ahead of her they saw the hello that Price on it

“All stations, be advised, Graves went over the wall –“ she saw something from the corner of her eyes

“Captain!!” it hit the back of the Hello

“RPG!”

“We’re hit! We’re hit!” the Hello went down with Price in it

A rage fulling inside her gritting her teeth, she let out a growl her pupils become slit and glowed, she rushed into the trained area throwing away her gun as she jumped with ease through the wall Ghost tried to stop her but fall deaf on her ears

“Goddamn that Hybrid..Soap go after her with Rudy!” yelled Ghost frustrated with the reckless act of the Cat hybrid

“What about you L.T?”

“I’ll go check on Price and the pilot, go now Soap!” orders Ghost as he runs the opposite from them

Rudy climbed on the wall and then helped Soap climb in

“ughh..how can she jump through this?” grumbled Soap

“she’s a cat Soap” shrug Rudy before jumping down from the wall

“Right ..” Soap follows Rudy, they see many Shadow bodies pile around the training area

“She on rage..” mutters Rudy smirking behind the mask

“Glad she’s on our side”  Soap feeling proud, then a loud boom came not far from them the explosion caused a small earthquake

“What the hell was that...Sh*t CLAW!!” Soap rushing tried to find the hybrid with Rudy behind him, there they saw a tank

Graves voice coming from their comms

“you should’ve go home Soap..”

“Sh*t the fuckers got a tank!” cursed Soap, as they take cover inside

“where Claw?”

“Kitty kitty~ come out and play~ you too should’ve listened and come with me”

Then a growl came from behind them, Soap huffed in relief but sensed something more dangerous from Claw

Even more than that time Graves betray them

“You okay Claw?” asks Rudy

She nodded pursing her lips, with Graves inside the tank there was no way she could attack him directly

“You know kitty I’ve read it..”

Her ears perk up

“about the day..you killed those scientists...mm pretty horrible, mangled seems like you really feral kitty~, gotta collar up you huh?”Her blue eyes widen at his remark, there’s no way...that information how can it leak to Graves?

“traitor...”mutter Claw, the feeling of dried blood on her hand, bitter and delicious  taste of blood ..his scream she could remember clearly that day

The day that every scientist will never speak of and forbidden to speak it to anyone outside the Lab

“Bastard loves to talk eh?”

“Gotta shut him up now..” Rudy instructed that there C4 inside the orange box, Soap managed to blow one c4 into the tank as he climbed up one of the building

“You see another C4 Hen?”

“..there’s one over the pillar “

“then we’ll –“ Soap snapped his head as the tank pointed at both Claw and himself  ahead of them

“sh*t Take cover!” gritted her sharp teeth Claw threw herself at Soap who was startled when a blue flame covered her body

“b-bonnie...?” mutter Soap as he stare at her pupil's eyes becoming more slit and glowed the moment Graves fired at them he could see her sharp teeth gotten bigger and her face covered in fur

BOOM

Dust and smoke covering their eyes from seeing both Soap and Claw

“welp, two down one to go...shame kitty is too loyal to her master..F*ck” Graves grunted dissapointed, he does really like the Hybrid not only because of her ability but herself

“that’s what I got when got a crush on a military woman” mutter Graves

Rudy's eyes widened in fear and worry he tried to look behind the smoke and dust, but remembered that Graves still hunted him with his tank

‘Claw...Soap..forgive me..’ with heavy steps he evades Graves' tank searching for another C4

“Holy – what the hell is that?!” Graves shouting behind the comms, a blue flame peeking through the dust and smoke then a black tail with a blue flame on the tip sweeps the smoke out of their sight

“Wha...Claw?”

a large black tiger with glowing blue stripes protects Soap with its body

taglist: @lilpothoscuttings @unicorngirly1 @kaoyamamegami

[jinwoosbabyboo]

No but sylus's hair in the new cards?? I'm whaling no one can stop me I'm thankful they made the hair separate so I can have long haired sy on my home screen with other outfits butttttt.......... like It could have been just the kitty outfits with built in separate tails and ears UGHH

Love the hair on them in this next event however Infold hoe’d us lowkey by not making it like the cat butler outfits and ima little upset about that but ima keep playing this game sooo 🥴

[nsharks]

Honestly I don’t know hoy to feel about Blue’s mom, I’m trying to think what kind of personality she would’ve had 🤔 What kind of personality did ghost find attractive before 🤔🤔🤔

Anyways, don’t rush yourself sharkie, the wait is always worth it and hope your cats are getting better!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

We’ll find out when Twix finds out!!

My kitties are doing better but ughh they hate wearing a cone lol

[gabyscafe]

"Kitty..."

!!𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝!!

❥This is a Catwoman x Batman fan-fiction.

❥I didn't read all the comics, so I might misunderstand how the characters acts.

❥short story

❥I hope you like it :)

『••✎••』

The darkness of the night cover all Gotham City, the faintest noises could be heard, the police siren at distance, garbage cans being turned over by raccoons or cats.

But the loudest sound on the night was the sound of malice and evilness.

With sloppy steps a drunk man humble across the streets of Gotham, until he hears a sound of a garbage being hit.

"Ughh... Stop with all this noise!!" He mumbled throwing the empty bottle of alcohol on the dark hallway, a crashing noise could be heard and follow by it a groaning sound. Slowly the top of the bottle rolls back to the drunk's feet.

"Well... That's not very gentlemanly of you" the female voice echoes through the walls. The man's heart started to race, but then a small black cat walks out of the hallway.

"What the f...?"

Before he could think, the dim light of the street dies and a tall black figure appears behind him, with a dry move Batman knock him out making the drunk man fall on the floor.

"Tsk, what a piece of trash..." He growl look down at the man, after judging the last generation of the man, Bruce Wayne look over the dark hallway. "Let me see." He ordered.

Catwoman get out of the empty hallway rolling her eyes, even hurted she could find room to annoy Batman. "I could had handled it!" She says walking out with the head bleeding from the bottle throwed, Selina took of her mask and walk close to Bruce.

He carefully took her cheek and started to examine her wound. "It's superficial... Let's go to the Batcave so Alfred can treat you properly." Bruce suggest, then he gently kiss her forest. "You're a pain on my ass, Selina..." He growl shutting his eyes.

Selina giggle "But I know you like bat~" she purr resting her hands on his chest.

He sigh and slightly smile "I do" His hands travel to her waist. "Let's get you heal, kitty" Batman wrapped his arm around her waist and bring her close, with his Bat-rang he held her and and started to 'fly' back to the Wayne Manor.

『••✎••』

├┬┴┬┴ ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 :)┬┴┬┴┤

[fictionkinfessions]

another ask game thing :P

canonween: halloween was pretty much my only excuse to cosplay obscure characters i liked! my friends and i would go trick or treating every year and we’d go to raves around the same time as well. also my ass would be eating all the candy in one night XDDD

canon nicknames: the only one i really remember is “kitty kat”, it was derived from my deadname but i didn’t mind it because i liked being referred to as a cat. makes sense bc i’m also feline therian!

canon holidays: besides halloween i remember some things from christmas! i made these little goodie bags for everyone i knew in the elevator, i wasn’t always met with a positive reaction but i always had fun doing it!

ughh i’m still struggling a little in terms of clearly remembering a lot of stuff, usually memories just kinda come to me bc something in my current life reminds me of them. but it’s almost always oddly specific happenings or scenarios i’d been in, and honestly i don’t even know if they’re actual memories or just headcanons or something.

-INF3CT3D 👾🌈

[hanasnx]

billy quinn has BEEN a fav of mine ughh. fundamentally he sets off my voice kink LMAO

like in factory girl he always talks in such a sexy, lazy drawl. idk if that indicates either a.) he expects everyone to bow down to him, and thus makes very little effort when speaking bc his face does the talking for him lol or b.) he’s actually a lil shy softie and is in fact a lil subby king

im thinking option a.. bc i want him to whisper degrading things to me in that smokey voice (like when he said ‘kitty cat 😏’ UR KIDDINGGG HELP he’s actually so hot)

-🫧 anon

billy is so so so underrated. but also another appealing thing about him is how he talks down to edie like he's somehow above other celebrities bcos he doesnt believe himself to be a god, that all this superficial junk hurts your soul. and her little naive ass is like uh huh uh huh mr quinn. like hes so daddy tbh

i loved that you described it as "smokey" like i really like that. its super visualizing

[wardenes-official]

Hehehehe... This'll be so silly to do to them... And they'll be super adorable...

*ES suddenly turns back into cute and adorable little kitty a cat.*

Enjoy being a cat again, ES~

Oh, and...

*A very breakable looking vase appears in front of ES, that would just be oh so easy to push over with ES' cat paw...*

Anyways, I'm leaving now!

*The anon disappears...*

Hm, a fine moment where they get to relish in the peaceful silence..—

poof!

Argh!! A-fucking-gain?! The little cute and adorable kitty cat started hissing, scratching the floors in frustration before spotting the vase.

It stares at the said vase quietly for a bit before extending its paw to immediately knock it down.

Crash!

“Hissss— mreow!!” (Ughh— Never come back ever again!!)

To pretend that it was the magic anonymous, Es felt slightly better now. Keyword: slightly. Oh what will they do now until the spell ends again..

[ 5 asks left. ]

[beefwords]

Prompt: A reclusive artist's forgotten masterpiece comes to life, and its inhabitants escape into the real world, blurring the lines between art and reality.

A house sits quiet in the woods, far from the cities and towns down the unpaved road. Rain pitter-patters across the roof, a quiet deluge, a contrast to the stillness within the structure. Early morning sunlight is diffused with the rain, peering into the kitchen window. Shadows creep and crawl, and find their way to the sun-lacking basement. With no windows here, the only light comes from a laptop screen, glowing iridescent in the darkness.

Ding!

The computer sings, announcing the completion of a process.

A groan, a rustling of blankets in the shadows.

Click.

“Shit.”

The lights unceremoniously turn on, and the figure in the sloppily kept bed squints through shaggy hair and stubble, only to hide under the blankets again. A second figure– an older woman –stands at the stairs leading into the basement, a hand on her hip.

“Jesse, are you still in bed? Christ, it’s getting late. Your father made breakfast before he left, so come get some while it’s warm.”

“Ughh…. ‘M coming.” Jesse makes no move to get up.

“Remember you have a job interview this morning. You need to iron your outfit, okay? I’m not doing it for you.” Jesse’s mother picks up a discarded soda can with a grimace, tossing it in the nearly overflowing trash can.

“I know.”

“Make sure you do some research on the company before you leave too.”

“Mm-hm.”

“Are you getting up or not? Come on, honey, we’ve got to leave soon.”

“Uh-huh.”

Finally, Jesse stumbles out of bed, yawning and sweaty. Satisfied that she’s standing and fumbling for a hoodie, their mother nods and leaves with a “see you upstairs, sweetie.”

Hoodie acquired, Jesse sits back on the bed and considers going back to bed. Their tongue runs over their teeth, velvety with plaque. Their breath stinks. Her hair is greasy. Everything feels grimy and gross.

The last thing they want right now is to iron clothes and go to a job interview. She should just cancel. But Mom will throw a fit, so they might as well suck it up and make an attempt.

Ding!

Their laptop catches their eye again– oh. It’s done. She sits at the desk overflowing with figurines and baubles, post it notes and sketchbooks. The new program their friend had sent them worked. So… now what? They aren’t really sure what it was supposed to do, actually. Just that their friend ‘xXCodeWizord223Xx’ had sent it to them to try out with a piece of art.

The piece in question: a favored character of theirs, featured in a webcomic they’ve been slogging through for the last… five years. Now in an unending hiatus. Kitty Bomb, a black anthropomorphic cat girl with a penchant for exploding things. She gets into hijinks, she has friends, she has charisma and one liners. She’s everything Jesse isn’t.

The program CodeWizord had sent her says triumphantly: “Congratulations! Your character’s been Appearified! Have fun, and let xXCodeWizord223Xx know if you have any questions. :3”

“‘Appearified?’” They squint at the screen, trying to remember what CodeWizord had said this thing was going to do to their art. Admittedly, she had been nearly asleep when Codey had sent her the program and explained everything.

“Jesse, you coming?” Her mother yells from above.

“Yeah, one second…” They reply.

Whatever. The original file’s still intact and their computer’s still working. She’ll ask ol’ Codey more about it later.

---

“Last question. How would your friends describe you?” A too-smiling face asks from across the desk. It’s a smile Jesse knows well– a smile of pity. The interviewer probably knows the last several questions have been time wasters to save Jesse’s pride. Not that she has much to begin with. The room is cramped, smells like ink and coffee and cleaner, and the walls are gray with blasé inspirational posters tacked on as an afterthought.

Jesse squirms in the business suit, her hair wrangled back into a ponytail. Her mother had insisted on make up– she’s certain it’s smeared across their face by now.

“Er– well…” They make up a friend… but the friend in their head can only see her flaws and shitty attitude. “Um…” They glance around the room, struggling to stay afloat. “They would say, um, that I’m… creative. And, uh… fun to be around.” She catches the word ‘team’ on a poster. “I’m a, uh… team player?” She doesn’t mean to make it sound like a question. Shit.

The smiling face nods and writes something down.

“Alright. Do you have any questions for me?”

A sudden shift in vision makes the world go strange and iridescent for a second. She blinks, unsure, confused, a hand at her head.

“Er… no.”

Jesse leaves the building in a daze, standing outside to wait for their mom to come back and pick them up. Where did she go? They tug at the sleeve of their suit, feeling like at any minute they’ll become engulfed in the stiff material.

“Excuse me? Do you have the time?” Someone asks suddenly.

In a panic they pull out their phone, fumbling for an answer.

“Er… it’s–”

“It’s BOMB-O’CLOCK!”

A weight on their shoulder makes them turn– eyes wide.

Kitty Bomb holds out a cartoon bomb, the character hanging off of Jesse’s shoulder. The bomb is thrown at the foot of the stranger before Jesse can protest or even process the situation.

A cartoon cloud with an onomatopoeic ‘BOOM’ covers them both.

When the cloud clears, both she and the stranger are cartoonishly singed.

“Oh my god–”

“What in the world!?”

A hand tugs at their hand– Kitty Bomb is smiling up at them, fangs glinting. “Come on, Jesse! Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

“Wha–”

But the small cat person is stronger than she looks, and before Jesse knows it they’re running through the streets, past faceless strangers and over busy crosswalks. Jesse runs in a daze, breathless– but not just for the physical exertion, but for the sight before her. Kitty Bomb, holding her hand, smiling and real and alive. No matter how hard she tries to wake up, she knows this is real.

Kitty Bomb is real.

And Kitty Bomb is here.

---

Kitty Bomb’s feet kick freely where she sits on the park bench, licking happily at a cone of ice cream that Jesse had just handed her. Jesse only sits next to her, her shitty mascot popsicle melting dumbly as she stares at the figment of her imagination in the flesh.

“Why are you… here?” They ask, eyes wide.

“Uh, you brought me here, silly! Remember that code program thingy? It brought me here!”

Jesse blinks. “But, that’s. That’s impossible.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Well–”

With a startling ‘chomp!’, Kitty Bomb finishes off her ice cream cone. “You made me, right?”

“...Yeah?”

“Fantastic!” She stands on the bench, face to face with them. “I’ve always wanted to ask you what happens next in my story!”

“Your… oh.” They sweat under their collar, discomfort and guilt unsettling their stomach. “Your story, right. Um. I…” she sighs– she’s never been a good liar. “I’m sorry. I don’t know. That’s why it’s been so long since I, uh, updated the comic. Sorry.”

“Oh.” The disappointment is evident, but brief. “Well, that’s okay! I can help you.”

“I… don’t know if you can. It’s…” It’s not just that they don’t know what happens next, but that life has just been… too hard. They don’t have any energy, they don’t have a job, they don’t have steady income. They don’t have any help or resources for writing. They’re a shit writer and artist anyway. They don’t know what happens next. They’ve given up. But how can they tell Kitty Bomb that? “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated, Shmomplicated. Let’s brainstorm. Let’s see… we last left off with me and my friends in an epic battle of the bombs! Us versus the Evil Detonatorious!”

Jesse cringes at the name, but can’t help a smirk. “Listen, Kitty Bomb… even if we come up with what happens next–”

“I was just about to throw out my ultimate bouncy bomb attack, right? Right? Or, wait no, maybe I’ll shoot him with my berry bazooka! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Well– I mean, I guess. But I think, um, your friends were supposed to be a part of the final hit too.”

“Even better!” Kitty Bomb cries– park goers are confused, but keeping to themselves. “We can all join together and save the day with our friendship bombs!”

“Kitty, I can’t–”

“And then Detonatorious will be defeated and the day will be saved. Another successful adventure with me and my friends. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Sure, but… isn’t that too obvious? And my art style will have changed so much since I last uploaded a page, and I haven’t written anything in so long, a-and– and I need a job!” Jesse laments, emotions bubbling up. “I’m sorry, Kitty Bomb, but I can’t work on your story anymore. I can’t. I have to be an adult now and– I’m such a loser, I’m so sorry. I still live my parents and I don’t have a job and everything is just too much, but I should be able to deal with it because there are so many people who deal with so much worse and–”

Kitty Bomb suddenly claps her hands on either side Jesse’s face, making them look directly into Kitty’s cartoon eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, Jesse! Life is hard, but you’ll always have me! It’s not like you can just make a perfect story overnight, right?”

“...N-no… but I feel bad for you and your friends. I feel bad for the people who were following your story.”

“Silly!” Kitty laughs, letting her go. “No one’s expecting perfection. And it’s your story, just as much as mine. You want to finish it someday, right?”

“Yeah. Yes, I really do.”

“Then get yourself to a point where you can work on it.”

Jesse blinks, already overwhelmed. “How…?”

Kitty shrugs. “How would you write me if one of my friends needed help?”

“You’d help them, of course.”

“So treat yourself that way. Silly.” She jumps down from the bench. “And I think we need to have some fun today! Follow me!”

“Wait– Kitty Bomb, where are you going?”

It’s no use– she’s off, and Jesse is fast to follow her.

---

The arcade, the mall, the boardwalk– it’s a flash of color in Jesse’s eyes as she struggles to keep Kitty Bomb contained at least a little. But at the end of the day, she and the cartoon cat lean on the railing of the boardwalk, looking out at the water. Well– Kitty sits on the railing beside her.

Jesse’s long since taken off her outer suit jacket, sweating like crazy in the sun and anxiety of newness around them.

They sigh. “My mom’s gonna go crazy when she finds us,” they say, closing their eyes against the wind. “But I don’t know if I care right now.”

Kitty snickers. “That’s the spirit!” A quiet space lingers, before Kitty talks again. “I know it hasn’t been very long, but I do have to go at some point… soon.”

“Huh?” Alarms go off in Jesse’s head. “How do you know? Why?”

“It’s that program. It’s got its limits. But that’s okay,” she smiles at them– the most genuine smile they’ve seen in a long time. “I’m so happy I got to meet you.”

Kitty smothers them with a hug, catching them off guard– they hug her back with a fierceness they hadn’t expected from themself.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m not really going anywhere– I’m just as imaginary as before, you know!”

Jesse knows she’s right, but still, this has been the best day she’s had in so long. She doesn’t want this to end. She doesn’t want to go back to reality. She doesn’t want a dumb job. She doesn’t want to go back to being a loser who lives in their parents’ basement.

“I promise I’ll finish your story. And it’ll be good.”

Kitty laughs. “It doesn’t have to be good.”

She’s right… but still. Jesse wants it to be good. For Kitty. For Jesse.

“Oh– I think I have to leave now. Tell Codey I said hi!” Kitty beams.

“Codey–” But before they can finish their thought, a bright flash of iridescence and color overwhelms their vision. When it passes, Kitty is gone.

But… she isn’t gone. She’s waiting at home, sitting in her laptop files. Waiting, patiently.

Jesse sighs, bittersweet and… well a little more bitter than sweet.

She still needs a job. And friends. And a life.

But, they suppose those are pretty achievable goals, in the grand scheme of things.

“Uh…” A voice interrupts their thoughts. A woman about her age stands nearby, eyes wide. “Did that… cat… child…? Just. Disappear?”

Jesse laughs a little awkwardly. “Uh. Yeah. It’s a long story.”

To their surprise, the woman doesn’t dismiss it as ‘not her business’ as she sort of expected she would. Instead she comes closer, intrigue clear on her face.

“Oh my gosh. Please, tell me everything.”

“R-really? I, uh–”

“I’m Nadia, by the way.”

“J–”

“JESSE!”

Their mom’s voice rings out across the serene environment– she’s approaching from around the bend, and fast. Jesse winces, realizing how late it is, how long it is since the job interview was. She shoots Nadia an apologetic look– she only laughs.

“Well, Jesse, you’ll have to tell me all about it later. Here’s my card.”

Jesse watches, dumbfounded, as the woman walks away, her card gripped tightly in Jesse’s sweaty fingers. Her mom appears in a flash of worried ramblings, which she does her best to calm down and explain away their absence. Somehow, she manages.

And on the way home, she finally has a moment to look at the card Nadia had given her.

Nadia Harmon -- Code Wizard Extraordinaire.

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HII IM AWAKE. yesterday was fine but the family get together I went to ended with a bunch of family arguing and almost getting into physical fights so that was. Something! hoping today will be better lol. And here's a kitty pic for more references. He's such an old man

UGHH I HATEBWHEN FAMILY GET TOGETHERS R LIKE THAT THAT SOUNDS AWFUL 😭😭 i also hope 2day is better.. ALSO this man is so cutesy ive never actually seen a cat with grey eyes..very cool also love his pose he reminds me of Now see him fabulous