#aaargh is cat

[paepaerest]

i miss my trolls

[rookflower]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Fl reacting to reader having a cat or dog.

just that.

:O a fluffy friend for Foul Legacy!!

no seriously, he's going to try to make friends with your pet, regardless of if it's a cat or a dog, but he does so very respectfully! if your pet is more sociable and friendly, then they get along splendidly, but if your fuzzy companion is more standoffish, then Foul Legacy takes his time. he's very patient with this sort of thing- he wants the animal to like him, after all! he approaches your pet slowly, first spending time in the same room, then sitting nearby, before finally daring to give them a gentle pat. Legacy's covered in arms, so any bites or scratches won't hurt him, only serve as a note that he needs to be even slower in his befriending process. when your pet finally approaches him by themselves, Legacy has to bite his tongue to keep himself from squeaking and chirping with joy

after that, they're absolutely inseparable. your animal companion and Foul Legacy are both united by their love for you and each other, and snuggles are now even more of a fluffy pile, with you, Legacy, and your pet all curled up in the blanket nest- speaking of which, you learn to be very careful in where you sit down on the blanket nest, since sometimes your pet likes to burrow themselves under the covers for a nap, and it's very easy to accidentally squish them. Legacy's lap is also PERFECT to curl up in, and you've come home to see him and your pet snoozing together multiple times, waiting for your return. when they hear the door open they both perk up, scrambling off the couch and over to you so they can bump their heads against you and say hello

Childe also carries some of Foul Legacy's scent, even in human form, so whenever he visits you pet immediately comes to greet him, confused as to why he's so much smaller and less armored but happy to see him nonetheless

[cursedappendage]

Another round of "school is so boring so I drew this"!

CATS

Love 'em, but my sister is allergic😔😭

[visionkept]

There's still so much to learn about Tomoya, but there's at least one thing Honey knows for certain: they have a weakness for adorable, fluffy little creatures... and, recently, she thinks she heard them mumbling something about bunnies. That's easy enough to work with!

Usagi manju, presented with several flavors to err on the side of caution: strawberry and white chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate, and matcha. Surely they'll be fond of at least one of the flavors presented, she reasons... and cuteness can make up for the rest... but, of course, there's one extra way to hedge her bets, and she happily takes it.

Nestled in amongst the batch of manju is a second, separate container: a clear round bubble containing one of those trendy, jiggly little milk-pudding kitties. just like their kitty cat!

Beneath a plum blossom tree, guarded from the late winter sunlight by the projected shadow, the ronin rests quietly so immersed in their own thoughts. Never did the current date crossed their mind nor did the sweetness in the air raise suspicion. For Tomoya this day was no different from the rest with nothing to give and nothing to get. A direct consequence of SOLITUDE they wrongfully have considered an advantage ( which, of course, ISN'T despite their stubbornness in the matter ). Again, THIS DAY was EXPECTED to BE and FEEL ORDINARY, and it would have gone that way if it wasn't because of a certain SOMEBODY.

❝ Honey, is there something you want to show me ? ❞ It hadn't taken them much to learn how to read the fellow blond like an open book. Her giddiness gave her away regularly and paired up with the fact that she had been gone for hours - one could effortlessly deduct that the fae was up to something.

What exactly ? It doesn't take a genius to know when she got the profile of someone that would INDULGE in the present festivities. Wouldn't be so out of character for her to go around giving gifts to everyone in the city; To friends, family ( a BUNNY family if their hypothesis was correct ), and a partner if she even had one. Honestly, everything about her pointed out that a celebration like this would be her favorite. So if Honey had been in the urban side of town while they were asleep, it meant that something HAD happened. Tomoya plays with the stick of hay in their mouth upon her arrival, standing fully up when the other giggled. ❝ C'mon, I already know you got something behind your back. Were you gifted something special ? ❞ They will let her show off, take it as part of the included services as her part-time samurai.

She pulls from behind her a gift worth of admiration ( and jealousy ) for those with a sweet spot for the cute and fluffy. Three different manjus shaped like bunnies spread across the dish. The shape made them arch an eyebrow, looking down at the woman. Was this another proof ? PERHAPS. They might take it as such. But going back to the dessert, each was of a different flavour and by the colors of it, they could deduce what they were about; First, white chocolate, not exactly their favorite considering how sweet it could get after the third bite ( little did they know that it had strawberries to mix it up, that's certainly an improvement ). Second, chocolate. Not so sure if it contained dark or semi-sweet but either would be better than the previous. Yes, Tomoya prefered their sweets mild. And third, MATCHA, a blessing to their PALATE. The kind of natural sweetness with a piece of bitterness, sometimes a bit grassy. THAT ONE had to be their favorite by far ( plus to imagine a viridescent rabbit got them chuckling ).

Round, cute and they could assume that undoubtedly delicious. If they had thought it couldn't get better then they were ABSOLUTELY wrong. The crown of this piece resided in that container and when Tomo gave it a closer look, a wiggly pudding cat-like treat presents before them. It is in this instant of realization that they let out a gasp as their violet hues widen up. This treat looking all so similar to the little miss sleeping in the branches of the tree. When Honey wiggles the plate with caution, the pudding moves - for a second looking as if it was dancing. This. . . THIS WAS PERFECT. The dot eyes, a white coating similar to her fur and those small jiggling from one side to another. The flavour didn't matter ( unless it was mint ) when something so cute could be possible ! Gods, it was embarrassing just how easy this could make them smile, even wider than hers to everyone's surprise.

The other hands it to her and the first they do is to give it a quick shake, getting once again that same wiggle. ❝ Honey this is- ! ❞ Whoever had gifted her this had an amazing taste. It's as if this was targeted to them, as if this was meant to no one other than . . .

❝ Wait. . . . IS THIS FOR ME ? ! ❞

Who is the smartest between the two ? At this point, no idea. It took them this much to FIGURE IT OUT by themselves. Their mouth suddenly felt dried and a burning sensation grows in their features. Their gaze shifts from her then back to the treat and again, to HER. Honey didn't have to do any of this yet she did . . . Could it be that she planned this all along ? Was that the reason she told them to wait here ? It does make sense now . . .THAT CLEVER LITTLE RABBIT ( not a rabbit ) ! ! !

They don't know how to reply to this. It's no secret that they aren't USED TO receiving gifts. But the words that came out first felt right to say. Although impossible to keep it for long, they will make every bite count the effort she put in it. ❝ This. . . this is LOVELY. . . THANK YOU. ❞

[its-san-tastic]

I burned my hand and dropped a tray of done baked potato slices because of my own clumsiness because I can't move around in my tiny ass kitchen

i am yelling aaargh fml

im so annoyed

my goddamn potatoes

FUCK

[sorreltail]

it’s not up to me

got a lot of thoughts and or feelings about how clan society treats being a queen…

…as an inherently inferior role to a warrior, how every she-cat puts off moving to the nursery for as long as possible and continues warrior duties, how the inevitable acceptance of being too gravid to patrol and hunt comes alongside shame, anger and embarrassment. the labour that the nursery queens contribute to the clan is not acknowledged, and they are often openly mocked for being soft, lazy and weak.

daisy’s emotional turmoil regarding brightheart, a cat that she regards as the pinnacle of clan ideals, condenses this. daisy knows she will never live up to brightheart’s strength, bravery, hunting and fighting skill or survival instincts. her own talents- child rearing, perseverance, empathy, communication, management- are devalued in their society and she has found herself relying on thunderclan in a way that they consider burdensome. ohhh daisy my heart breaks

it’s interesting because brightheart also struggled immensely with the same fear of being a burden in a society that looks down on it. daisy just never saw that part of her. and both brightheart and daisy were able to flourish and find fulfilling roles, largely due to the compassion and support of firestar and cloudtail.

this isn’t a “aaargh society looks down on women who just want to be feminine and stay at home” post, it’s more “society loudly calls the role of mother and wife demeaning, weak, lesser and subservient and then forces women into those roles”

[wc-confessions]

Aaargh am i evil for making evil cats?? /genq

So i have this silly little personal comfort story

With silly little warrior kitties

Except a clan has a bad leader

I do NOT accept what he's done, but i'm slightly scared people may think i do because of similiar cases i've seen

literally no, anon. you're fine. go ahead and make your evil cats <3

~ mod lichenbark

[phoenixisobsessed]

48 Mtme Drift (he has wet cat vibes)

Under da wata… (Original post: Here)

I SAW THIS AND I COULDN’T RESIST DOING IT ANYMORE AAARGH THE VOICES THE VOICES you are so right he does oh my god. It’s too perfect I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY IT JUST IS ?!? IT’S LITERALLY HIM. I used this so hard ⬇️

Anyway, tried something new with the shading today because I was getting bored of the old shading technique and I think I’m onto something. Silly silly funky coulr oouhhh prettay.

[harrison-abbott]

boiling soup

The soup was boiling.

Mother had chopped up the soup vegetables and the pot was puffing at the stove. I could smell the cooking onions.

Father was in the kitchen with her and her voice was high pitched and she kept asking him the same questions. He kept trying to dodge her questions … and he wasn’t that good at dodging. And he knew that if he kept lying to her then it would make her angry and tha’'s why he did it.

I’d heard this routine so many times.

But then, that night, I heard Dad yell,

“Aaargh!” in the kitchen. And then mother’s footsteps thump up the stairs, and then the crash of her bedroom door.

I rushed into the kitchen. Dad was crouched over. And his jeans were wet, and he was gasping and vibrating … and the floor under him was wet too … and the soup bowl was lying on the floor next to the cat food bowl.

Mother had thrown the soup pot at him. Leek and potato.

The hob was still burning its blue flame. So I went and turned it off.

[moganamog]

So I work in a packaging facility and, like any warehouse, we have an intercom. Unfortunately it is cursed. It plays the most absurd things or weird shit happens when it turns on. I've decided to just make a compilation of the weird shit in this post.

[Intercom starts up 3 times through the day for someone to scream in agony]

"Could maintenence come t-[actual angry cat sounds]

"Attention, line-AAAAAA-machine needs maintenance"

[Loud static]-hic-[30 seconds of silence] [intercom line closes]

[3 minutes of generic on call music]

"Maintenance to line two, maintenance to line two, please and thank you-AAARGH!"

[Indistinct groaning and murmuring] [Church music]

[Heavy static] [The music from "Go Through Road"]

"Maintenance to line three, maintenance to li"-[Slowly gets overtaken by loud groaning]

"Maintenance to line five, thank you." [In background:] OhWooooOOOah! [Heavy static]

[Intercom clicks on] [Loud crash] "Maintenance to line two, thank you."

[Phone ringing] [Distorted music]

"Line four trailer ready to go, line 4 trailer ready to go." [Meows loudly into mic]

[Garbled nonsense that sounds like it could be actual words but aren't]-"thank you."

"Attention, line-AAAAAAA-machine maintenance."

[Silent Hill music]

There's been plenty more but I've worked here long enough and it happens often enough I've just gotten use to it and just tune it out sometimes.

[ravens-all]

𝕋𝕌𝐀 S/I

Made with this Picrew

Name: Raven Ellis T. Stewart

Status: Alive

Aliases: Birdy (by co-workers),

Relatives: Nicolas Stewart (father), Ellie Grant (mother)

Affiliation: Viks Bar

Job: Waiter, Bartender

Marital status: Single

Date of birth: November 20, 1990

Date of death: April 1, 2019 (Original Timeline)

Species: Human

Gender: Trans Male (not medically transitioned)

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: shy, quiet, sensitive, careful, imaginative, perfectionist, easily jealous

Relationships: Viktor Hargreeves (friend)

Some more Picrews. I'll draw a ref when it's not that hot anymore.

Made with this

Some possible Outfits:

Made with this Picrew.

Trivia:

Has dyscalculia

Slight stutter

Ship name with Viktor is 🎻 Fluffy Song 🪶

Owns a black cat called Cortado

Lives in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, Canada

Hates it when people smoke in his vicinity

Doesn't drink

Changes from S4: No one gets erased from existence. Because why would 8 people getting erased reset everything and create a perfect timeline when they were other children with Marigold??? AAARGH!! I'm contemplating just not giving them their powers back, like they're just talking and developing that way. Or if I'm keeping giving them their powers back, they'd beat the apocalypse differently.

[womanlives]

This time Mercy follows Jie back to the table, sitting next to him. One of her hands toys with the cup of tea in front of her, running along it from handle to rim. The other drifts in Jie’s direction and comes to a half a few inches away from his wrist. She’s silent for most of Seojun’s explanation — three weeks, could be worse, unless — up until Jie interjects. Won’t be able to see each other.

“Wait.” She blinks, scrunches her nose. “Hold on. What?”

No Jie until she gets one of these idiot numbers to vouch for her?

Mercy makes her decision so fast it surprises even her. “No,” she says, in a voice that can’t believe she’s saying it. She glances over at Jie, brows furrowed. Uncertain. “I’m not leaving you.” Not unless he wants her to. Especially not now, not this soon. “I know that you’re probably okay, but — ” An echo in the back of her mind. Jie howling in agony. Next to him, her knuckles are bruised black and blue from when he’d held onto her, gently as he could. I’m not.

God. Why is everything suddenly so difficult. Mercy closes her eyes, puts her head in her hands, and lets out an annoyed little growl. Aaargh. She bangs her forehead a little against her palms, then slouches back in her chair.

“Does that disqualify me? Or does the three-week thing still hold?” She’s a busy lady. She’ll have things to keep her occupied for three weeks. And people. Or rather, one person. Mercy’s expression turns sly and slightly mischievous. Like a cat who’s just spotted a very expensive vase awfully close to the edge. She’s already scheming. “I can still try and find you guys before then, right? It just won’t count?”

Which is fine with her. Not ideal, of course — but her primary motivation to do this, to enter this side of the world, is Jie. To try and be better for him. To prepare herself for the long-term with him. Whatever that might look like. Whatever that might mean.

The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, stuns her dead in her seat. God. Did she just — ?

Fuck. She did.

Too personal, too real, too scary. That’s not the point. The point is: if she’s gonna do this, then she wants to do this with Jie. Maybe not using his help, but with him in the picture somehow. So this whole 0 thing might not pan out. That’s fine. Again, not ideal. But she’s resourceful. She’ll figure something out.

Mercy lifts her head from her hands.

“No hard feelings.” For the first time, she shoots a genuine — if somewhat quick — smile at Seojun. “You can’t vouch for what you haven’t seen. This — ” a gesture all around them “ — was all Jie.” She looks down at her cup, then back up. “I’ll find something. Someone.” Firm. Confident. Doesn’t have to be 0. “Holy fire, huh? Sounds sick. Oh. Here’s the time.”

She pulls her phone out and puts it face-up on the table. Slides it in Seojun’s direction. The timer glows above three missed calls and thirty-two unread texts.

Like she said before. She is not letting this go.

The hug comforts him in a way he'd been convinced wasn't possible. Violence and rage have been his only outlet for so long. Jie forgot what it was like to be cared for. No ulterior motives. No harsh follow ups. Just an embrace between two war torn bodies and aching souls. In that brief moment of acceptance, he closes his eyes. Soaks in the smell of her. The warmth she radiates. Memorize how her arms settle around his neck. How her face fits just so in the crook of his collarbone.

Then they part.

His eyes open. Body no longer on edge and half tensed to flee. It's an odd feeling to be simultaneously proud and worried. Proud in the way Mercy doesn't back down. Worried in the way 0 puts a countdown over your head. She's tough — tougher than most, but the things they're sent out to hunt are of the same caliber. Sometimes even more.

The freezer door closes with a cushioned thwap. "Very well, I'll be sure to relay your offer," Vector answers, tone still even and light. Carefully, he deposits the entire bag full of frozen dumplings into boiling water. "They'll find you in three week's time." Ominous, yes. A threat? Potentially. It's meant to unnerve applicants. Act as a prerequisite to see if they're really cut out to be 0 material. "Or you find one of us and convince at least one member to vouch for you."

Jie looks from Seojun back to Mercy when he's nudged at. He doesn't like this one bit, but her mind's made up. And he's being reminded of the stupid chair again. "I'm fine," he mutters back, petulant but not stubbornly so. "We won't be able to see each other during then, too." Again, clearly displeased about it. Yet all he does is huff when parking his ass at the table again.

"Correct. I'll notify them in two days— unless you'd prefer to start this sooner." Vector takes a wooden spatula and gently stirs the shocked water. "Oh, before I forget, Amine in particular won't be able to vouch for you. He's still too new. As for me.." Utensil placed down, he turns to lean against the counter. "No hard feelings, but I've yet to form an opinion on your skills."

[wortverlust]

Jo!!!!! Hi how are you? Are you enjoying the change in seasons?

Random question, you did a fan art for a fic a while back. I think it was called 'cry baby' but i can't remember do you have a link for it? I started reading it but forgot to bookmark it 😭

Hey hey (: okay…my old brain can't remember a fic by the name 'cry baby' T_T but here are a few links to the fanfics I've drew something for (: AND If someone knows which fic it might be, please let us know (btw I'm pretty sure I forgot some... I really need to update my masterlist/ navigation)

SFW Fanfic

Happy Christmas/Merry Birthday by @postwarlevi Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by @dr-ackerman Happy birthday, I love you. by @sakurashell short fic by @nelapanela94

NSFW Fanfic

Moon River. by @lacheri Crossing The Line, Just Like Heaven by @pondering-apollo Superior- summer rain by @astridthevalkyrie Afterglow, ballerina pink by @bibblelevi Levi watching his crush masterbate, Well… Most of Her by @levi-my-beloved Stretch, Beloved Mother (angst) by @happybird16 Morgen by @peace-for-levi

(and I'm sorry for tagging everyone, if you want to be removed, please let me know <3)

[crobby]

WHEN YOU WALK INTO A ROOM AND YOUR CAT IS SLEEPING BUT HE LIFTS HIS LITTLE HEAD AND GIVES YOU A LITTLE CHIRP TO SAY HELLO????? YEAH THAT’S SEROTONIN RIGHT THERE

[mako0mako0]

AAAAH