#why just pounce

[lynxmuse]

Here comes the lynx superhero, flying in to save the day! :)

[cassius-is-confined]

A sketch of Amir I did a little bit ago, I love this man with every piece of my heart- Will literally go FERAL for him!

[bamboozled-distress]

started playing Apollo justice and omg …. beanie pheonix wants to fuck everyone in the damn courtroom what the hell 😭😭😭😭 like that first interaction with wintston payne when he was lowk shitting on pheonix and his job and being a dick and said “it’s just hard for an honest hardworking member of society like me to imagine you being prideful for your line of work mr. wright” and pheonix was like “yes, your imagination was always a bit limited, Winston” lord i know payne exploded in his pants especially the way pheonix was smirking like what the fuck

[mirakurutaimu]

no one word is gonna encompass everyone’s experiences. quit freakin out about meaningless labels u dumbasses

[tethrras]

i have not even begun to process how lavinia is feeling and instead i am thinking about hilda and alistair going to weisshaupt after adamant and hilda saying they're just gonna stay for a bit before heading out to work with the inquisition and then it's been a year and then two years and beth and nathaniel are back at vigil's keep but hilda can't bring herself to go back when the whole order is at best a laughingstock and at worst an enemy in ferelden and her and alistair build a home in weisshaupt that neither of them really want and. Augh.

[shy-nightmare]

Before I go to bed, let me tell you about a crazy dream I had last night. I've been having dreams about the Toon Patrol lately, but I had a dream about this guy

This GIF does not belong to me. It belongs to @sheleuina. The other one doesn't belong to me either. It belongs to @glaice66. I give credit 😊

OK, so in the dream, I'm in a nightclub in Toontown and everyone's having fun. Smartass and Greasy are both at the bar watching the dance floor when Smartass has to leave.

He's gone for five seconds, Greasy looks at me in the eye...and he winks at me.

I joke you not, I woke up like

I don't know if I should be flattered or terrified.

Help me.

[alwaystuesday]

Me: …..

My brain: “She should have died hereafter. There would have been time for such a word, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to a dusty death. Out! Out brief candle! Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.”

Me: wtf, why do I even know that?

[angeart]

also 🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Happily! Here's a random snippet from my vampire scar au. i only have the beginning written, and it's currently mostly on hold for other projects, but i'm holding it so gently and i will properly write it at some point! consider this to be a snippet from the first chapter.

(also, i see the number of the emoji you used there 👀 i will add more snippets from other things later, i just need to dig through things >:3)

*

Grian side-eyes the vampire. “We should just kill him.”

“Kill?” the vampire repeats in alarm; the word is laced with false laughter, as if he tried to spin it into a joke. It rings hollow, anxious, untrue. “Noooo, no, there’s no need for that! I like living thank-you-very-much!”

“Living,” Grian repeats flatly, challengingly. “You’re not alive.”

“I am!” the vampire protests vehemently. “I breathe and I bleed and I can die.” He pauses, ponders briefly if making that one point in particular was smart. “I—Well. I can starve and all that and, and, I have feelings!”

Grian stares at him blankly. Something in him is unconvinced, but his heart bashes itself against his ribcage in attempted empathy anyway. “This can't be happening,” he mutters dismally.

“Look, I can, I can show you around! You can decide then! It’s just me here, all alone, there’s plenty of space for you even if you want me to stay away! I can go to a different wing or—or something. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement?” he proposes, his voice hasty and desperate. “I just. You don’t have to leave.”

Something about the way he says it chips away at Grian’s resolve, strips his caution, leaves him feeling incredibly human in arguably the worst way possible when confronted with a charming monster. Still, he hears himself say, “okay.”

The vampire perks up immediately. “Okay!” he echoes.

“Okay?” Mumbo repeats with more alarm and unsteadiness.

Grian shoots him a look. “I thought you wanted to do this?”

“W—Well, yes, I just. I didn’t expect you to agree?” he admits sheepishly.

“Mumbo.” Grian is looking at him with a deep frown. “Do you want to stay or do you want to leave?”

“I—I don’t know!” Mumbo cries, indecisiveness rushing wildly through his veins. More than anything, he doesn’t want to be culpable for this decision and its repercussions. 

Grian sighs and lets his gaze slide away. If Mumbo can’t bear the weight of this decision, it now falls back on Grian. It’s a familiar weight. It’s something he needs to shoulder, their fate, their pitfalls. The inevitable guilt of it all. The feeling that whatever he decides might just guide Mumbo to his demise.

He meets the gaze of the vampire, as steadily as he can manage. “Give us the tour.”

Without hesitation, the vampire moves forward, towards the door, towards the room’s exit, towards the rest of the mansion—

Grian flinches at the sudden approach and stumbles a couple of steps back, pulling Mumbo with him, keeping the taller man protectively behind him. 

It makes the vampire pause. “Okay,” he says slowly. “I think we need to lay some ground rules. First of all, introductions. That always helps! I’m Scar!”

Grian blinks, his throat dry with the abruptness of his panic reaction. With the preposterousness of this situation.

*

// question from here

[tiredclemont]

I forgot to take my medicine last night and now the fatalism is setting in again.

[smudged-red-ink]

Next time we're at a lavish party, come "take some air" with me on the balcony; we'll talk about how suffocating they all are and how terrible we are at dancing, but somehow when the next song drifts under the double doors your arm is around my waist and your hand is in mine as we swaying in time to the melody without really knowing how we got here.

[crazyw3irdo]

Trink or treat :3

Can i ask for a deer in headlights?

deer in headlights has gotta be in like, the top 20 coolest symbolisms/metaphors/iconography/whatever to invoke in art

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS SHOW LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[pathologising]

so much tea at my workplace rn waiting to see what happens

[the-faultofdaedalus]

love creating characters that should rightfully be traumatized or at least a little bit fucked up by their parent's parenting style except instead they're just, like, fine

[sirowsky]

There aren't words to describe how god damned sick I am of having car troubles right now. I'm so done with this shit, I just wanna buy winter-tires for my bicycle and start cycling fucking everywhere.

Today, Mr. Passat decided to jam the steering wheel lock, so that while the car starts perfectly, it will not turn. And the shop which triple A took it to, can hopefully look at it next Friday.

Oh, and just to pour salt into the gaping wounds in my soul, none of this is covered by my full premium insurance. At all.

[lozeyart]

Pouncoffelees HCs!!

Alright I’m finally writing up some of my Pouncoffelees HCs

To start, I HC that Misto and Pounce have known each other for awhile, since they were kittens.

(Read more because OOF this got away from me so fast)

Pounce grew up in the countryside, in a small little country house with his humans. He roamed about in the fields a bunch, being an adorable pest.

Then one day, more humans visit and they bring another kitten with them, a black and white cat named Mistoffelees. Though Misto comes off shy at first, he quickly warms up to Pounce and they become extremely close friends. Running around the fields together, catching bugs and trying to catch birds and other things, but they’re still too small to be able to do so.

So a couple years go by like this. Misto visits with his humans occasionally, stays for about a week, and then goes back home to the city. Misto also tells Pounce about this tribe, about the Jellicle Cats, about how amazing everyone is. And every time Misto goes back to the city, Pounce and him try and make the most of his last day. They miss each other desperately while they’re apart.

Finally, one of the humans in Pounce’s household moves out to the city, to live by Misto’s humans, and they take Pounce with them. Luckily for Pounce, he has a cousin who lives in the city, Tumblebrutus, and he’s a part of the Jellicle tribe also! So Tumble and Misto introduce him to the tribe, and he’s immediately welcomed in.

A few more years go by and Misto and Pounce are still thick as thieves.

And then one day, while Pounce and Misto are hanging out, as they always do, Pounce looks at Misto, and he’s just practicing his magic, smiling to himself, and Pounce suddenly realizes, “Oh-” He has feelings for him, he’s had them for awhile, but this little mundane thing, a thing Misto does often, made him think “I want to hold those hands. I want to kiss his knuckles.”

And he panics. He’s not supposed to get feelings for Misto. Thats his best friend right there, what is he going to do? He can’t tell him, because obviously Misto doesn’t feel the same way. It’ll ruin their years long friendship! Theres absolutely no fuckin’ way he will ever tell Misto how he feels.

But his feelings grow stronger by the day. He would very much like to kiss Misto, run his fingers through his hair, play with his tail, hold those hands in his. He can’t stop thinking about Misto. Oh Everlasting, he’s in deep.

So then he starts avoiding Misto, because he doesn’t know what else to do. And this breaks Misto’s heart. He doesn’t understand why his best friend is avoiding him. He keeps seeking Pounce out, but Pounce always finds a convenient excuse to not be around Misto. Fine, Misto thinks, he got the hint. Pounce doesn’t want to be his friend anymore.

And then the annual Jellicle Ball happens. And its awkward. Pounce can’t stand it anymore, he’s missed Misto like crazy, he’s been driving himself mad with how much he thinks about him. He feels incredibly guilty over how he basically ghosted Misto, and now at this ball, he aims to fix it.

And finally, after another scare that Macavity might show up, the ball starts, and Pounce decides, “Here, I’ll talk to him here.”

There’s a part of the dance where Tumblebrutus usually dances with Misto, but before that is close to happening, Pounce pulls Tumble to the side and begs him to let him take his place. Tumble is like ???? Why??? And Pounce goes, “Please just let me take your place. I know the number, I need to dance with Misto, you have to understand.” There’s a long hhhmmm from Tumble and Pounce groans, “Fine! You can have all the treats my humans give me for the next month. Just please let me take your spot!”

“It’s a deal!” Tumble says, and they shake on it.

And the SHOCK on Misto’s face when he realizes that its not going to be Tumble that’s dancing with him, but Pouncival. But Misto isn’t going to let this little surprise mess him up. He does the dance with him, he does it perfectly, and the part where they have to hold hands? Fine, whatever, Misto will do that too, and get over it later.

And when that happens, Pounce squeezes Misto’s hand a bit too tight, and Misto knows. He knows Pounce is sorry, he knows he’ll never do it again, he knows how he feels. And after their part together, they run off for the few minutes they have before the next part of the ball starts, and Pounce is panting, and he’s still holding Misto’s hand. It’s almost like he forgot he was holding it.

He’s rambling. Pounce is apologizing because he needs Misto to know how sorry he is. And in a rush of words, he confesses. He tells Misto how much he loves him, and he got scared, and he just needed to finally tell him, even if it will ruin their friendship. And all of this stops when Misto brings his free hand up to caress Pounce’s cheek, his thumb idly stroking it, and he smiles, and they kiss.

Not rushed and heated, not searing. Its soft, and slow, and Pounce is rigid with tension, because he was not expecting this, but then he just melts into the kiss, and he’s smiling against Misto’s lips. Misto pulls back, and they smile and press their foreheads together, and Misto sighs, “I love you too, you fucking idiot.”

And when Plato and Victoria are courting each other, Misto and Pounce are cuddling on the ground, arms draped over each other, smiling like idiots.