#Childe: purr :))

[pangur-and-grim]

have you got a read on his personality at all yet? or is he just too kitten-hyper to tell?

I think so! at 4 months old, Pangur and Grim already had their personalities fairly obvious.

Pangur was suspicious and aloof with most people, but latched onto me right away, and screamed like a human baby whenever I left the room. Grim was more independent, and preferred to make her own fun, only returning to me for naps when she felt like it.

Belphegor seems like an in-between. he's happy to play independently, but prefers if someone is there to watch, and when he's run out of energy his favourite thing is to sleep in your lap. he doesn't seem to have the neurosis of Pangur - he'd prefer company, and will mew pitifully if you leave the room, but also settles down after a few minutes and goes back to playing on his own.

it seems like the breeder did a great job, both in breeding for temperament and in socializing the little guy!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

had some SAGAU brainrot, hear me out-

you had a cat, back in your world; a soft, fluffy little friend to accompany you during your day-to-day life. it were your closest companion, silently keeping watch over you and curling up on your lap as you worked, allowed you to hug it whenever you were feeling stressed- running your hands through a cat's soft fur was a surefire way to ease your frazzled nerves and anxious heart.

but then you came to Teyvat and, well, your cat didn't come with you. then all these people, all the characters you thought were just part of a game, proclaimed you a god, putting you on the highest pedestal of all, every single eye on you all the time, watching your every move- and you hate it. you just want to be alone with someone or something to hug, living your own life the way you want to, but now everyone clings to your every word, holding their breath for you to make some decision, any decision, because apparently you're the Creator of this world.

the only decision you want to make is the decision to close the door of your room and cry.

Childe had always been your favorite, even if you tried not to show it. you felt safe around him, if no one else in this new world, and as such he was allowed to visit you whenever he pleased. it's during one of these visits that you quietly tell him about your cat, admitting that you just want to go home and return to your old life, and Childe's brow furrows in worry. he can't help you get home... but he can give you something fluffy to hug, and he gives your hand a light squeeze before shifting into his Foul Legacy form just for you.

you blink in surprise when you see an Abyssal beast instead of Childe sitting before you, but a tired smile quickly appears on your face when Legacy nudges his head into your hands, looking up at you with a gentle purr. you bury your fingers into his thick ginger hair and it feels like petting your cat again- a bigger, fluffier version of your cat, but the knots in your stomach still loosen as you lean into Foul Legacy's embrace with a contented sigh, the first smile you've had in weeks spreading across your lips.

and Legacy rumbles happily at your smile, his Abyssal heart soothed by the happiness of the Creator.

[very-uncorrect]

When they first started travelling together Tails would run off and hide somewhere whenever he was scared since he still didn't trust anyone to fully protect him and was still scared that Sonic's kindness may be temporary and that he'd abandon him at some point.

One day, after enough time has passed since Sonic took him in, he finally fully realises that Sonic has fully intended to be his guardian since about 2 seconds after they first met

Not long after a super violent thunderstorm rolls in and Tails runs to Sonic for protection, snuggling into him, hiding his face in the other's chest, whilst Sonic is trying not to vibrate in excitement because holy shit his kid finally trusts him to protect him after so long

[venusandsaturnsrings]

calling at the walls of my enclosure.... I HATE school... I have so much homework but my thoughts r filled with wolf dog wrio vs puppytaru or maybe foxtaru. They fight for your attention behind ur back <3 -chubby darling anon that's going a bit insane, particularly from the fem nurse geto pannel in the jjk manga

HAIII MY FAV ANON HAIIIII!!! linking this from like two weeks ago here bc… wolfwrio foxtaru :3 butttt… wolfwrio and puptaru is a VERY good combo bc that’s like… double dog moment… imagine urself as megumi, wrio and taru are ur demon dogs, terrible trouble makers both of them… also ignore my fiddling with the time line, taru gets more free prison time for the plot… anyways i hope ur doing well i miss u sm my dearest :(( reminder my dms r OPEN!! i have more thoughts that i think you’d like <3

wolf Wrio, as we’ve already established, is a territorial mess. when he decides something is his, it’s very difficult to get him to even let it leave his sight so when that thing is an entire other human being things only become more difficult. any meetings with him now have to come with the disclosure that you will be there regardless of what the other party has to say about that, he’s started furnishing his office with more things that you like (a big thing considering how protective he is over his spaces), and almost all of the inmates have been witness to wrio nibbling on you whenever he can. he’s a major biter, by the way, even an inch of skin has his teeth on display as he gently chomps onto you, tail swishing happily.

the little set up of you nearly never being without him was working flawlessly before a certain ginger man became the newest prisoner. suddenly, Wrios occasional bouts of irritability became more frequent and he was growling at even the quietest of sounds. you hadn’t seen him so… aggressive before so the behaviour was concerning, and given that you didn’t have such a sharp nose like him, it was impossible for you to figure out what exactly was getting on every last one of his nerves. brewing his tea yourself and making sure he got enough pats seemed to help to a degree but the moment you stopped his ears would be flat against his skull once more.

after a week of this nonsense, you peeling him off of you one afternoon to ask around and see if you could decipher what was going on. you figured there was a good chance it could be internal prison affairs or certain deadlines but upon finding all the other staff and inmates in perfect spirits with not the slightest bit of knowledge of the situation, you hung your head and prepared to scheme up a plan to visit Neuvillette and ask for his thoughts. that was until a pair of floppy orange ears came into your field view followed by a man who certainly looked like he should not have a disposition so cute; a well-built frame smattered with various scars. you briefly thought about how his appearance matched your dear Wriotheslys in a way but the man spoke up with a cheery voice, already knowing your name and introducing himself as ‘Tartaglia or Childe to most but you’re welcome to call me Ajax, cutie,’ and pulling you in for a hug rather than a handshake. it didn’t take a genius to figure out how odd of an interaction this was becoming or how dangerous the situation you’d gotten into was. alas, it would be more troublesome to ignore him and walk away so you entertained his slew of questions for awhile longer, desperately trying to avoid noticing the way he looked at you with something darker than mere curiosity.

when you finally managed to speed walk your way back to Wrios office, you were met with his nose at your throat and a prominent scowl on his face. gruffly and paired with numerous low growls, he demanded to know just why you thought it was okay to be around that harbinger for more than a second especially when he isn’t there. baffled and slightly afraid, the gears turned in your head and you realized that this is what had been bothering him; Ajax. slightly and patting his head lovingly, you assured him of your love and promised that you’d never even lay eyes on him again if that’s what he wanted, and Wrio was pleased with this. the rest of your day was spent wrapped in his arms at his desk, only escaping briefly to help Sigewenne reach a book off a shelf.

you didn’t need to know of the late night rounds the two men spent in the pankration ring, at each others throats between individual fascination with you.

[bonefall]

ougghhh everyone’s talking so fondly about lionpaw and his new friendships made by the ripwater event but all i can think about is his mention of ashfur’s comment. and how lion probably thinks it’s just a little joke but ash might actually mean it :(

There's this little pearl of a theme hidden in the Ripwater Episode, if you look carefully; abuse acts on people in insidious but subtle ways.

It's Mistystar who's defensive of asking for help or admitting a problem, thinking of what she did to Leopardstar and also repeating cultural sentiment that once victimized her herself.

It's Squirrelflight shouting at her daughter for acting like she used to, because she's spent some years being yelled at in a similar way

It's Hollypaw who isn't allowed to enjoy her achievement of saving Otterpaw's life or lean into how much she has in common with Lakepaw, because she's ashamed of how she did something "wrong" by snooping

And lastly, it's Lionpaw, who's starting to believe the vicious comments that Ashfur says about him. I referenced Willowpelt partially for the sweet little irony of him teaching her recipe to her unknown grandson, Ripplepaw, but ALSO because Ashfur is starting to isolate him.

Willowpelt is the Head of Hunting, currently, a position that Lionblaze is going to succeed her in. I don't think Ashfur is playing 4D chess quite yet, but there's a couple of little motivations knocking around in Ashfur's heart for why he's nasty whenever Lionpaw interacts with her;

Ashfur hates Willowpelt, because of the events from Ferncloud's Parting. He isn't aggressive to her directly, but he does spread rumors and slander whenever possible, happy to remind others of her exile.

Lionpaw getting close to Willowpelt will annoy him. Ashfur both hates and resents his apprentice, but also feels POSSESSIVE of him. He feels like Willowpelt will "steal" what's his.

A simple but hard truth; Ashfur wants Lionpaw to hurt. Maybe Ashfur sees it in his head like "telling the hard truth" or "toughening his apprentice up," but when he makes those malicious little comments, makes him recoil with hurt, it feels righteous.

Maybe in the next draft, it should actually be Ashfur, not Blackclaw, who comes to growl at Lionpaw for bonding with Lakepaw over the spears. Maybe have Willowpelt come in to show them how to properly use one and that's actually what set Ash off. Like he just used xenophobia because it was convenient in that moment.

[bambambunny]

Had an idea about reader who gets isekaid into the fatui but as a cat. there’s just some frickin stray wandering around Zapolyarny Palace.

I’m thinking they stumble on a meeting with the harbingers and they don’t notice them at first bc cats are quiet and sneaky and who on God’s green earth would want to interrupt arguing snappy harbingers.

but ofc we need character interaction to happen so, pantalone (I feel like he’d like cats) notices the cat!reader and then so does everyone else.

Im kinda short on time rn so I’ll maybe add more stuff later but feel free to let your heads run wild.

I like calicos and am afab as well so that’s what I’m imagining for myself but I’ll try to make the appearance and gender o te cat as ambiguous as possible

[tsuchinokoroyale]

The way my hand is perfectly made to hold her evil little head… I was born to love you the way you were born to love me…

[silverselfshippingchaos]

M.UARIM?!

[magicmarkerz]

playing sufjan stevens for my cat 👍 he really likes fourth of july

[sulkykitty]

my poor baby girl I think has a uti or something. She seems unwell and is meowing nonstop all night and day. I feel so bad but also can't get any sleep. She has a vet appointment on wednesday...

I put on some cat tv and it's the quietest she's been in hours T T

[pepprs]

like it’s VERY very important to not text and drive. and i understand how dangerous it is to do that and to be distracted at all in any way for any amount of time on the road. i know it’s important to learn about these stories and bear witness to them. but i just think. like idk. watching multiple of them every day for 10 days (with a two day break halfway through for the weekend) is realy… like idk. i think after seeing a couple you can get the point. i don’t want to sound dismissive or lackadaisacal and im scared im sounding like that but i just am so freaked out by all of this and witb every new horror they’re showing us it’s scaring me worse.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

two years. it's been two years since you appeared in Teyvat, the world you're supposedly the Creator of- two years since you were torn away from friends, family, and everything you've ever known to be thrown into a game you liked to play. two years since you woke up in a sunny grass field, the familiar hills of Mondstadt greeting you as you opened your eyes.

two years since you first found yourself under the blade of characters you adored, hatred and fury in their eyes, and they only continued to hunt you when you escaped by the skin of your teeth the first time, then the second, and third.

the first year was terrible, filled with fear and hunger and the thick blood that fell whenever your skin was broken, gleaming an odd golden color- the darkness of life only broken by a chance meeting with one of the most battle hungry people of Teyvat- your favorite Harbinger, the Young Lord Tartaglia

except, he wasn't Tartaglia, at least not his human form. instead you met Foul Legacy, who had been searching for you ever since you arrived, the Abyssal corruption in his blood lowering to a soft hum in your presence, and the way his single eye shone with delight upon seeing you allowed your heart hope, just a little bit.

now arrives the second year you've spent in Teyvat- instinctively you remember the month and day, although not quite the hour, and awaken to Foul Legacy snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, purring and crooning when he sees your eyes slowly blink open. he nudges your hands gently, claws tracing over the innumerable scars you've received whilst being hunted and tracked by nonbelievers- but Foul Legacy knows. he knows who you are, has heard your voice during weekly sparring sessions, and he's determined to protect you.

when he dips his head to press his maw against the back of your hand, you know Tartaglia is there, too.

your smiles are rare, but less so around Foul Legacy, and you give him one now, met with a joyful chirp and a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. the first year was terrible- but the second year was bearable. perhaps this year, the third, will be the one where you stop merely surviving in Tevyat and begin to live with Foul Legacy at your side.

[purring-tiefling]

SIGEWINNE? WTF.

[captivemuses]

@inanthesis

[maggielogic]

My middle child BEAN🦇🌚✨🎃👻