#god cat exploding kittens

[miksy-the-51st]

Have a nice God Cat Purrito!

[obriy]

Long story short, I've come to make your life here 😈 hell 😈 on 😈 earth! 😈

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

There’s probably more kittens on the floor.

also featuring my fankitten, Pigeon

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Oh my god. I already love the Exploding Kittens show.

GodCat is amazing already. I love Tom Ellis so much.

[whitefuzzykitty]

This was quite a show 💥🐈‍⬛

[chaoticgoodcaptain]

no way they cast tom ellis as the god cat in exploding kittens, there is no way!!! did they just make the show canon in the lucifer universe??? i think, i'm obliged to watch exploding kittens now...

[flabbergastedwampus]

yesterday I watched silence of the lambs for the first time and i enjoyed it a lot and then later i watched the first episode of exploding kittens and when god cat was in the mask and straight jacket- anyway exploding kittens is pretty good go watch it I’m almost finished lol

also I reallllyy wanna call god cat gcat my brain can not not make references hahahaha

[msfangirlgonewild]

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[ghostymeat]

I finished watching the Exploding Kittens Netflix show and I have a few questions that probably don’t matter but I wanna ask any way.

(Spoilers I guess)

The reveal that Beelzebub has been pregnant this whole time got me thinking; was she pregnant for nine months, or however long it is for demons, before she got turned into Devil cat? Or was she pregnant for a few months and the process got sped up because cats have a shorter gestation period? I mean that would explain why she didn’t realize she was pregnant until the day she’d go into labor.

But I’m not sure about that because when God gets sent down to Earth, he has white hair. And in the flashback of them hooking up, he has brown hair and seems a bit younger.

I mean he is God and probably just changed his appearance for this wedding party, but I’m kinda confused about this detail. Maybe they’ll expand on it if there’s a season 2. But knowing Netflix, that’s not a guarantee.

Another question that I had was about the baby (or babies). If they stayed in their humanoid forms, would’ve Beelzebub given birth to just one baby? Or would’ve it been a hundred little demon-god-cherub babies?

I don’t know if getting turned into a cat changed the amount of kids they were going to have. Because it’d be crazy if God hooked up with the Devil and they ended up having dozens of little other worldly spawn on the first try. I think getting turned into a cat turned their one kid into a giant litter, but I have no idea. I know it was probably to try and tie in the original board game in a big way, but I have no idea.

Either way, I hope there’s a season two because I kinda genuinely like this show.

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

I’d hate to intrude on their already very complicated relationship

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

[miksy-the-51st]

Gabriel and Godcat in plush forms

They're finally together

[mangooes]

Your Cat is Heavy Ma'am!

(Name) was exhausted. Her heels had been kicked off halfway through the hallway, her jacket slung somewhere across the kitchen island, and her only plan for the evening was to faceplant into bed. But the moment she stepped into their shared bedroom—

“OH MY GOD!”

A wild caracal was lounging on the middle of their bed. Elegant, huge, with tufted ears and slitted golden eyes locked directly on her like she owed it a snack. Or her soul.

And before she could bolt or scream again—it lunged.

"AUGH—!"

She hit the carpet with a dramatic thump, limbs flailing in pure chaos, only to find the caracal landing squarely on her, tail swishing and purring like a damn engine. It rubbed its head along her cheek, licked her chin, and stretched languidly on top of her, completely knocking the breath out of her.

From the corner, Mephisto cawed in what could only be described as robotic bird laughter.

“Mephisto! Not helping!” She shrieked, swatting at the air as the smug avian continued flapping with mockery. “You’re supposed to protect me, not broadcast this like a soap opera!”

The caracal, unbothered, licked her nose.

She groaned dramatically, hands flopping to her sides. “Okay. Fine. I guess I have a cat now. A huge, kissing, clingy cat. Sylus is gonna freak when he finds fur in the sheets...”

At the sound of Sylus's name, the caracal tensed. Fur rose. Ears flattened.

She blinked. “...Huh. That’s weird. What, don’t like him?”

But the tension passed quickly, and she just shrugged. “Whatever, big guy. You’re sweet. And super heavy. Like—what do they feed you, bricks?”

Still, she scooped him up with effort, staggering toward the hallway like a warrior bearing the weight of an 18-pound demon kitten. “We’re gonna cuddle. And then I’m gonna show you off to Sysy—he’ll get all jealous, it’ll be funny.”

She’d barely made it past the front hallway when the front door slammed open.

Luke and Kieran burst in, panting like they’d just outrun a dragon stampede, Kieran holding a glowing vial like it was the Holy Grail.

“MISSUS!!” they both shouted in unison.

She stared at them, caracal still slung in her arms. “...Why are you both sweating like marathon runners? And what—”

She pointed to the vial. “What is that? Where’s Sylus?! Did he—”

The cat sniffed the vial, and then—

LICK.

And then… P O O F.

She suddenly found herself pinned under something a lot heavier than a caracal.

A man. A bare-chested, the smell of his signature colgone, very familiar, very muscled man.

“…SYLUS?!” she shrieked.

Sylus, now very much human again, groaned in bliss, nuzzling into her neck like a sleepy cat, voice rich and husky. “Mmm… I like this better. Your skin’s much softer than the sheets.”

She was frozen for all of two seconds. Then she exploded.

“WHA—YOU—YOU WERE THE CAT?! YOU WERE LICKING MY FACE—GET OFF ME, YOU NAKED MENACE!”

Sylus smirked, not moving an inch. “I told you I missed you.”

“YOU TERRORIZED ME! YOU JUMPED ON ME! YOU PURRED LIKE A DAMN ENGINE!”

“You called me sweet,” he murmured smugly, kissing the edge of her jaw. “You said you wanted to cuddle—who am I to deny you that?”

She turned cherry red, smacking his shoulder. “Get off me, put some clothes on!”

Luke and Kieran, watching the chaos unfold from the doorway, turned away with synchronized salutes, dying of laughter.

“Respectfully lookin’ away, boss!”

“Don’t forget to tell us if you wanna go full tiger next time, we’ll prep the litter box!”

(Name) howled, trying to squirm out from under him. “SYLUS! THEY SAW EVERYTHING!”

He grinned devilishly, arms tightening around her waist. “Good. Let them see who I belong to... Master.”

“You’re unbelievable, wait what MASTER—”

“And adorable,” he purred, nipping her earlobe. “And all yours.”

She groaned dramatically, ruffling his hair messy. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, finally scooping her up bridal style, completely ignoring her flailing. “Lucky you didn’t adopt another cat. That would've gotten messy.”

“You were jealous of yourself,” She pointed out flatly, arms crossing as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was jealous of a version of me that got more cuddles than this one, yes.”

She sighed again. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her hair. “After all, a cat can't stray away from it's master for too long no?”

This was inspired by the cat event last year, PLEASE BRING IT BACK I LOVE CAT SYLUS AKSJDNASKJDNAKA I NEED THE CLOTHES RAGHHHHHHH also could you tell that i rlly love cats, anyways sylus is a caracal cat its canon guys i love him

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Puttin’ Nomad to good use

[naggingatlas]

hi!!! cool that trump almost beefed it! our faucet is about to explode and we need to vaccinate my kitten!

i was just! informed about that!!! well the first part's self explanatory, we need to get this 60$ part for it (my grandpa will replace it thank god), but the vaccination is also kinda time sensitive bc i will need to housesit for my grandma for a few weeks and she also has a cat who we never got around to vaccinating… and i need to bring didi with me because my moms gone at work from 7 to 8 a lot of the time 😬 it's didi's last shot and we will need to make it a house call bc im very afraid of driving her around in this frankly ridiculous heat (soon to be over 110f/43c) and a bunch of other reasons. both of these things will run us just around a 100 bucks! im obv offering comms! no particular prices but ill draw u a funny thing for 10$+ methinks. examples below and in my #yaurt tag! the deadline for vaccination is until monday the 15th, but the faucet isssss ASAP!!!!! THANKS FOR READING!

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[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

Cuteness aggression with the diaboys?

Shu Sakamaki

You're babbling about something excitedly, eyes wide, hugging a stuffed animal—

And Shu just stares.

“Stop being cute. It’s annoying.”

But he’s gripping your wrist harder than usual, pulling you into his lap, burying his face in your neck with a groan.

“…I wanna bite you. Hard. You’re too soft and warm and stupidly cute. Just… sit still.”

He ends up nuzzling you aggressively, claiming every inch of you like a lazy, possessive cat.

Reiji Sakamaki

You shyly hand him a handmade gift with sparkly eyes.

He goes stiff.

“…Why must you act so infantile?”

But his hands are trembling slightly as he adjusts his glasses, face flushed.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me, do you?”

He corners you against a wall, lips tight.

“If you’re going to be that adorable… I’ll have no choice but to discipline you. Thoroughly.”

Ayato Sakamaki

You’re licking sauce off your fingers like a kitten.

“OI! Chichinashi! STOP THAT!”

His face is red, fists clenched.

He grabs you and bites your cheek. Hard.

“I CAN’T STAND IT! YOU’RE TOO CUTE, DAMMIT!”

He ends up tackling you to the bed and pinning you down while yelling about how annoying you are—then hugging you like he’ll never let go.

Kanato Sakamaki

You kiss Teddy’s head and then his cheek, whispering, “I love you.”

He snaps.

“DON’T DO THAT UNLESS YOU MEAN IT!”

He tackles you with full force, burying his face in your chest.

“YOU’RE MINE. I’M GOING TO BITE YOU. RIGHT NOW.”

Your cuteness makes him spiral into clingy, aggressive affection—followed by biting, crying, and possessive babbling.

Laito Sakamaki

You're giggling and blushing over something innocent.

“Nfu~ you really are trying to kill me, Bitch-chan~”

He grabs your face with both hands, gently slapping your cheeks.

“I wanna eat you. No—devour you. Every inch.”

He ends up nipping and kissing you all over, laughing like a man unhinged.

“You’re a walking temptation, did you know that~?”

Subaru Sakamaki

You peek at him from under a blanket, wide-eyed and shy.

He explodes.

“DON’T—LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!”

He punches a wall, face beet red.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME GO INSANE!”

He grabs you in a tight hug, buries his face in your shoulder, and shakes.

“…You’re… too precious. It’s pissing me off.”

Ruki Mukami

You call him “Ru-chan” with sparkles in your eyes.

“…Livestock.”

He tries to remain composed.

But his lip twitches. His eye twitches.

“You’re acting spoiled… and adorable. And I don’t like it.”

He grabs your chin, kisses you hard, and bites your bottom lip.

“…You must be punished. For testing my control.”

Kou Mukami

You wear his merch and do a silly little fan dance.

He squeals.

“EHHH?! Neko-chan~ YOU’RE TOO CUTE! I’M GONNA EXPLODE!”

He lifts you and spins you around, laughing like a maniac.

“Let me bite your cheek~ just once—NO, TEN TIMES!”

Expect love bites, bear hugs, and giggling fits of desperate affection.

Yuma Mukami

You’re humming and swaying while baking, face smudged with flour.

He slams his hand on the counter.

“YOU WANNA DIE, SOW?! YOU’RE TOO FUCKIN’ CUTE!”

He storms over and lifts you onto the counter, devouring your lips in a kiss.

“I’m gonna wreck you. You can’t act that sweet around me and not pay the price!”

Azusa Mukami

You whisper, “You’re cute, too,” and kiss his scars.

He trembles.

“…You’re too kind… too soft… I want to… hurt you. Gently.”

He starts kissing you over and over, holding you like you might disappear.

“I feel… dizzy. Your sweetness is like pain.”

Expect emotional overload, needy touches, and soft moans of “I love you���” as he clings.

Shin Tsukinami

You make him a flower crown and call him “my fierce little wolf.”

He visibly malfunctions.

“You… you brat! Don’t call me that!”

He growls and tackles you onto the grass, biting your neck hard.

“You think you can act cute and mock me? Then I’ll make you cry from it.”

He adores it—he just hates how much he adores it.

Carla Tsukinami

You sleepily curl into his lap with a content sigh.

He freezes.

“…You truly are… dangerous.”

He brushes your hair back with shaking fingers.

“You make me feel emotions I do not wish to feel. I should punish you… and yet…”

He kisses your temple with a quiet groan.

“You’re too perfect. It’s maddening.”

Kino

You show him a dumb meme and giggle.

“…You’re so stupid. So small. So… AGHHH!”

He throws a pillow at the wall.

“I WANNA SQUISH YOU! WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE?!”

He climbs on top of you and starts aggressively nuzzling and biting your shoulder while shouting nonsense.

“STOP MAKING ME FEEL THINGS!”

[bloodandiron-if]

Saw this on another post...

If the Ros woke up one day and found that they had magically turned into a small and cute animal (like a kitten, puppy… up to your choice rlly!) and at first they don’t know how to turn back, but eventually they find out that the solution is getting a kiss from the Mc, how would they go about trying to communicate to the Mc that they’re themselves trapped in an animal and get that kiss from the Mc?

Oh my god this is deliciously cursed in the best way.

Let’s go full fluff-crackfic with emotional chaos underneath—because each RO has very different levels of patience, pride, and emotional communication… especially when they’ve been turned into a tiny, helpless creature and can’t scream about it.

Also this is an AU since there’s no fantasy aspects in Blood and Iron

- - -

⚠️ CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

- - -

OPERATIVE D-6

They wake up a wolf pup. Tiny ears. Oversized paws. Full scowl.

They immediately try to escape the room. Smash through the window. Climb the fridge. Their baby legs say no.

They. Are. Furious.

Then they see you walk in.

Your face is a bit confused—but you end up crouching down and holding out your hand.

“Hey, little one…”

D-6 freezes. You smell like safety. Like gun oil and rain. Their tail wags once—betrayal.

They snarl. Then immediately panic because it comes out as a high-pitched yip.

They try to spell their name in spilled flour. Fail.

They try to paw open your cassette deck and nudge the play button, hoping the sound will clue you in.

Ends up tangled in the headphone cord instead. Fail again.

Eventually, when you’re sitting on the couch with them curled awkwardly in your lap, muttering how familiar they seem…

They slowly—shamefully—lick your cheek.

Poof. Human D-6 is back in your lap. Naked. Still scowling.

They don’t say anything.

They just stand there, tense, eyes locked on yours, jaw tight—daring you to laugh.

One slow shake of the head.

Don’t.

You smirk.

They glare harder.

- - -

DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

They wake up as a sleek black kitten. Sharp ears. Yellow eyes. Tail twitching like it’s personally offended.

They don’t panic. They calculate.

You. Need. To. Know. It’s. Me.

They scratch out letters on paper with a claw. It doesn’t work.

They try to arrange refrigerator magnets into "It’s Juno." You find them staring at a “HOT COP” magnet and muttering “Hsss.”

Eventually, they give in. Climb onto your lap and put their paw on your chest like:

“Kiss me. Don’t ask why. Just do it.”

You laugh. They deadpan stare you into submission.

You finally lean in and kiss their little cat head.

Poof. Full-sized Juno. On top of you. Naked. Unimpressed.

“...Thanks. Don’t mention this. Ever.”

- - -

NICO/NIA RUSSO

They wake up in a cage. Bright feathers. Tiny claws. Full rage.

“WHAT THE—?!”

Oh right. Parrot now. Can still talk. Voice slightly higher.

They try to scream their name. You hear it muffled and slightly unhinged from the kitchen.

“YOU—HEY—YOU—KISS ME—KISS ME—STUPID—HEY—LOOK—LOOK—”

You walk in, stare at the parrot losing its mind.

“Did you just say… ‘kiss me’?”

Russo fluffs their feathers and nods like they’re about to explode.

You give the world’s most suspicious bird a kiss on the top of its head.

Poof. Full-sized. Naked. Back on the counter. Holding your face.

“You didn’t enjoy that too much, right? Be honest.”

- - -

KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

They wake up on satin sheets. A tiny. Long-haired. White. Persian kitten.

Tail curled with disdain. This is beneath them.

But they adapt.

They sit on your desk. Knock things over in Morse code.

They try to spell their name in spilled espresso foam. It looks like “KEG-”

Finally, they get on the bed while you’re resting and place one gentle paw on your lips.

You blink.

They roll their eyes, dramatically lean forward, and headbutt your face.

Poof. Myles reappears in a crushed velvet robe. Slightly mussed.

“You could’ve figured it out sooner, but I suppose I forgive you.”

- - -

ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

They wake up as a golden retriever puppy—wagging their tail only to immediately trip over their own feet.

Everything is overwhelming. Smells. Sounds. The absence of thumbs.

They find you in the kitchen and start whining. Bumping their head into your leg. Desperate, emotional, tail-wagging chaos.

They try to hold up their name with fridge letters. Eat half of them.

They finally sit at your feet, ears down, big sad eyes. Sergeant Sad Eyes: Max Level.

You lean down and go, “Aww, you poor thing—”

Kiss.

Poof. Monroe blinks up at you, red-faced, sitting in your lap. Naked as ever.

“So um… hi. That was... me. The whole time. I didn’t pee on anything. Just wanna say that upfront.”

- - -

ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

They’re a raven.

Perched on the windowsill.

They do not panic. They observe.

Try to write on the fogged mirror? Claw into soap bar messages?

Nope.

They follow you everywhere. Silently. A black shadow always watching. Occasionally squawking things that sound suspiciously like:

“Dumbass.”

“Kiss. Me.”

“Dumbass. Again.”

You’re creeped out but also kind of charmed.

Eventually you give them a kiss on the top of their shiny little head and—

Poof. Carter. Leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. Butt Naked.

“...You took your sweet time. You owe me dinner now.”