#Cat from Hell

[thedogowesmyfriendmoney]

Early Halloween video. Enjoy my middle school brain rot: Stephen King. I included as many of his works as I could, even Graveyard shift. Will upload a video with all the titles later.

[egophiliac]

A guy who just wake up from a coma -> what did i miss?

Pomefiore was the last plot i follow before real life made me forget about our silly boys. How bad has the plot become now for our gang? Also who is that Gojo looking guy?

anon, I am so sorry and I mean this in the best way, but I do think episode 5 is the absolute funniest place to have stopped following Twst because shit starts escalating SO fast after that. episode 6 literally starts with a secret government shadow agency breaking down our doors and kidnapping students. zero to a million instantly.

and like...that's not even the zaniest thing so far? Ortho's hacked into the collective human unconscious. there's time travel (sort of). "Crowley might be Malleus' long-lost father" is a serious theory. if you'd told me any of this back pre-episode 6, I would have asked for the link to this unbelievable but highly intriguing fanfic.

also, episode 7 gave us (and then immediately took away 😔) the best character in the whole story:

[goldcleaver]

what in the Yearning is this

[stexnem]

Max-the-lion is in truth just an oversized cat 🤏

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[pokeberry5]

i feel like i never draw tim smiling but bb robin tim smiles a lot! (in between angst and tragedy)

brought to you by my continued attempts at figuring out tim’s early robin hair

[rookschnapps]

narinder studying! I don’t think learning resurrection was easy

[chiricat]

wonderful synergy 👑⚡️

[facts-i-just-made-up]

“My Cat From Hell” host Jackson Galaxy admitted in 2023 that he had never seen a cat in person before filming, having pitched the series to showcase his expertise on aphids before the studio changed it for marketability.

[asavt]

Today's warm ups: A little bit of that tag-ramble of the deceit trio living in PV's robes, a scenario related to that with Espresso and Black Sapphire (and Candy Apple), and a little storyboard idea.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

STOP calling his little barrel a cuck chair it's NOT a cuck chair my best friend Christos confirmed Hodge CHOSE to sit separate from the nasty little mutineers so he could look at them DISRESPECTFULLY. if anything this is his FUJOSHI THRONE

[two-tonexiptr]

My human from the pit

You know the "my cat from hell" tv series where the cat whisperer helps all of these "bad/menace/evil" cats and discovers that like 80% of the time they are lacking privacy or enrichment? I love imagining any form of AU or situation where this happens with humans on cybertron, just humans being feral and big robots being sad and then working it out:

--- Human: *keeps running in circles, climbing things they shouldn't climb, repeatedly pushing their body off the ground and back on it?!, jumping in containers of water and flailing about, ect* Cybertronian (Distraught): "I just dont know whats wrong, please tell me they dont have a brain tumor!!!" Another cybertonian, the human whisperer: "See, humans were persistence hunters, meaning they require a certain amount of exercise: not only for entertainment but to stay in shape. I think your homework will be to give them some way of releasing that energy in a safe way " Cut to the human the next week with a comically large exercise room the size of an actual gym with swings, an olympic ropes course, a pool, a rock climbing wall, a vaulting pole, and weights. The person is having a fricking blast The next clip is the cybertonian looking to the camera with the (exhausted, sweaty, but very happy) human slumped in their servos "Thank you human whisperer, me and the human have been on way better terms ever since we took your advice!" --- (In tv dramatic voice) Next time on... my human from the pit Cybertronian: "I dont know why, they keep on finding sharp objects to attack me, squirming, throwing things at me! its like they are possessed!!" Then it shows a clip of the human, yelling profanities, and throwing anything it can lift near it at the cybertronian as they try to pick it up (Its revealed the cybertronian was holding them wrong and moving them too abruptly, the human whisperer teaches them how to move slower and to hold their palm out flat: to which the human just casualy plops themself down)

[this post isnt only for transformers!! i need more reality tv headcanons!!! send them my way if you wish using the #my human from the pit tag! aka my last tag on this post im CONTENT STARVED]

[kaleidoru]

the downsides of knowing an angel personally... they will know certain things before even you do AKA the time Umbriel found out the aftermath of a former drunken fling (they/them for Umbriel and he/him for Kushiel also)

[sillynder]

This manga panel gives off restrained cat energy.

[justafewberries]

this is magno stift to me if u even care

[da-shrimping-station]

Cat Shelter AU

A lil expansion on my cats post/headcanon /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

[again, sorry for possible grammar mistakes and bad English]

You (MC/reader/whathaveyou) have been recently introduced to a very distant relative named Solomon, who manages a cat shelter. You've only heard about it and seen pictures but never really visited. It was a bit far from your city.

But it's cool! You think that Solomon caring for stray cats in need is very heartwarming. 

Then one day, you find your distant relative on your doorstep, a bit haggard but cheery nonetheless. You both go through the motions of being courteous, him as an unexpected guest and you as the host. He cuts to the chase and tells you the real reason for his sudden visit.

"You need me to care of a few cats because the shelter is full?"

"Yes. I know this is all just out of the blue but my hands are tied. Renovations for more space is still underway and there was no one else I could think of." He was sincere and honest, something that you appreciated yet…

"I don't really have much experience with pets though." It was true. The apartment you grew up in didn't allow pets and the short interactions you had with your friends' pets won't compare to being fully responsible for a live animal. On your own especially.

"Well, it's not like I'll leave it all to you," Solomon reassures. "I've brought the supplies you'll need and I'll be sending over money to cover any cat-related expenses."

"That's pretty generous." You've seen shelters get short on funds and have donation campaigns. With Solomon's shelter however, it looks like money is the least of their concerns.

"Oh, no worries! Mr. G won't spare any expenses when it comes to his shelter. I'll give you my contact info too. Just in case."

You smoothed out the details of the arrangement, making sure to get both the shelter's and Solomon's contact details. 

Five cats sounded a lot but Solomon tells you that they're absolute sweethearts and won't cause much trouble. With that, you gave him the go signal to bring them in.

Seeing the first cat carrier made you reconsider.

It was red and looked like it went through hell. The plastic material was banged up and damaged so much that you wondered if it would collapse any time soon. White fur poked out of the gaps. You leaned down, trying to get a good look at the cat inside but then it started going batshit, practically howling.

"This is Satan," Solomon says with a big smile. The carrier opened with a click and a white blur shot out. It banged against your coffee table before circling back around Solomon's feet.

"Mrrroooooow!"

The white fluffball stood proudly, red eyes gleaming with mischief. It trotted over to Solomon who easily picked him up. The purring started in no time. His fluff wasn't able to hide the claws hooking onto Solomon's arms.

"Oh, that's loud," you remark. "Sounds like a motorbike."

"Ah, that's just how he is." Your relative cooed at Satan despite the cat practically gnawing at his fingers.

The next one he brought in was a metal crate much larger than you expected. Isn't that for big dogs? Is that a dog inside? The shape in the middle didn't move, much to your relief because Solomon was struggling with the weight. You came over and helped him out.

You caught a glimpse of yellow eyes and patterned fur. Definitely not a dog.

"That's a cat?"

Well, yes obviously but the animal that came out was too big to be a normal domesticated cat. It looked more like some wildcat just from the size alone. Kneeling on the floor beside Solomon made you more aware of how big it was.

Satan trotted over to the newcomer, circling it slowly. The size difference was a bit comical. The white cat was only half its size. You bet the fur gave Satan a fuller shape. How would he look during bath time, you wondered.

Without hesitation, Satan batted a paw right between the eyes. The smack was audible and it sounded like it hurt but the bigger cat didn't even flinch.

"Rude!" You called after Satan as he sped off from the scene.

"Oh, don't worry about that. They're actually good friends." Solomon called the cat over who obliged. "Mammon, this is your new caretaker."

Mammon stared at you and for some reason you felt like an object being appraised. You noticed that half of his right ear was nearly gone. There was only an inch or so left, cleanly cut and healed. The cat walked closer, coming around behind you and bunting your backside.

"What-?!" The cat did it again and you fully sat down on the floor. It let out a disappointed mew before settling on your lap. "Oof!"

"Heavy isn't he?" Solomon chuckled. "He's all muscle."

And he was right. Beneath the silky fur and soft skin, you can feel how solid Mammon was. Despite that, he was a huge softie, eyes closed and draped all over your lap as you pet him.

"The next cat is a bit...special."

The next carrier looked way better than the red one. It was spotless and probably brand new. You can barely peep inside from how dark the interior was. Solomon set it down and opened the door. Nothing came out.

You and Solomon waited for a few moments more.

"Come on, Leviathan," Solomon urged. The reply he got was a faint hissing noise. "Oh dear."

"Is the cat alright?" You tried to look closer–

Satan bolted past you, straight into the carrier. The box rattled, both cats yowling and growling. It tipped to the side from all the jostling and you tried to steady it but the ungodly noises the cats made had you staying still. The box jerked one last time before Satan got chased out. The other cat was all teeth and claws, cream colored fur fluffed up and tail flicking aggressively.

Satan zoomed towards Mammon who was watching the scene with mild interest.

"Leviathan," Solomon cooed gently. The cat's mismatched eyes turned to him as he slowly reached out.

Leviathan looked at the hand with what you can only describe as annoyance. He smacked it away before strutting back into the carrier.

"He's got quite the attitude," you remark as Solomon pouted.

The second to the last cat was inside a half closed cardboard box. Solomon explained that while they all have their own crates and carriers, this particular kitty named Beelzebub loved cardboard boxes. The logo of a potato chip brand on the side was scratched through, barely readable.

"He's a bit of an escape artist, so please double check your doors and window. But he always comes back after some time. Right, Bell?"

The cat responded with an enthusiastic meow. Upon hearing it, the other cats perked up. Even Leviathan poked his head out.

Solomon set the box down, barely able to open the flaps before an orange cat jumped out. He immediately shot straight for Satan and Mammon who eagerly welcomed him. The two of you watched as they played together, literally bouncing off the furniture in excitement.

Satan and Beelzebub must be the main troublemakers, seeing how they ran circles around Mammon. The bigger cat sat through their chaos, occasionally pawing at them whenever he felt like it. Eventually, they must've remembered that there's 4 of them.

Leviathan was hissing up a storm when the others walked up to his carrier. He didn't give them a chance to sneak inside. Instead he ran out, pouncing at Beelzebub who looked more than happy to dodge and give chase.

Seeing four cats zooming around your modest living room made you feel dizzy. You had every right to worry about the state of your apartment if you left those creatures unattended. They took turns bullying each other. Leviathan even went so far as to knock Beelzebub off the back of your couch. You peeked behind the furniture just as Bell wiggled underneath. He ran out the other side, bumping into Mammon on purpose. The bigger cat didn't hesitate to bring his paw down on him.

"And, last but not the least, we have Lucifer. He's the oldest cat in the shelter."

Solomon set the black crate down and opened the latch. When the lock clicked, the other cats stopped what they were doing. You looked over to where they were and saw that Leviathan and Beelzebub stuck close while Satan and Mammon started to make their way over.

A slight rumbling was heard before a big cat leisurely walked out. The light colored fur looked quite soft and thick but it wasn't enough to hide the scars on his back. He looked the mildest out of the bunch but the fangs poking out of his mouth made you wary. He didn't bother getting any closer, just taking a few steps from his carrier and sitting down. For some reason, you were both eager and hesitant to interact with Lucifer.

Satan and Mammon were right beside you while Leviathan and Beelzebub lingered near Solomon. Lucifer was uncaring towards the apparent hesitation from everyone and proceeded to groom himself. His stubby tail flicked lazily.

"Well, that's everyone," Solomon said, standing up to his full height. "I'll leave you with them for a bit while I get the rest of their stuff."

Five pairs of eyes stared at you the moment Solomon left. It was unnerving to say the least. Surprisingly, Mammon took initiative and jumped onto your lap. You expected the others to do the same or even go so far as to knock him off his spot. Instead, they all did their own thing, going around to explore your house.

You saw Beelzebub hop onto your kitchen counter without hesitation, followed by Satan.

On the other side of the room, Lucifer perched himself on the windowsill to catch the midmorning sun.

Leviathan was out of sight but a clatter from your laundry area told you where he was. 

As much as you want to stop Beelzebub from going into your cupboards or making sure Leviathan didn't break anything, Mammon's hefty weight on your legs made sure that you weren't going anywhere. He was a big boy, with big and deadly paws to match. You were careful in petting him, not wanting to do anything he deems uncomfortable. He yawned and you cringed at the large canines. Dear Lord, you do not want to be on the receiving end of that.

You look up just in time to see Satan push a mug off the counter.

"Kitty—NO!"

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aaaaand that's a wrap i suppose

this WIP has been chilling since September and....idk man writing is hard, english is hard lmao

lmk what y'all think