#cat answers!

[rosesakura]

send me a picture you want me to put in a locket and I’ll do it <3

discuss with lindsey what the best pic would be, I am also forcing them to put my picture in a locket <3

I just want my far away friends to love me!!!!!

[mushroomjar]

is it lesbian friday yet

It's always lesbian friday if you believe

[chloesimaginationthings]

oh,,

cat's...

My addition… scooped Michael cat

[potatounicoorn]

I think we as a society moved on way too fast from Lloyd canonically being a part of The lego movie events

[cryptidclaw]

Here’s all 6 of the Tigerspawn sketches from my ask requests together <3

[catfindr]

[canisalbus]

Sorry if I'm mistaken, but didn't you draw the art of two bunnies from last year, and one of the bunnies was yelling at the other one that happened to be a white fur rabbit, "Run white boy!" ???

Do you mean this?

They're my original characters Vasco (yellow floppy ears lad) and Machete (pointy white boy). They aren't bunnies, both of them are domestic dogs!

[dewdropdinosaur]

White Gold Glitters Too

ALASTOR x READER SMUT

Summary: Lucifer takes too much of a liking to Alastor's wife and he seeks to claim her and prove his dominance. Fucking her for Lucifer to hear sounds like a good option.

Warnings: NSFW/18+. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking, Mention of Restraints, Tentacles

I have never written smut before...so I am sorry.

REQUESTS OPEN

Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, was known for his charismatic yet enigmatic presence. He ruled over his domain with a devilish grin and a penchant for blood. But beneath his charming facade lay a heart that beat fiercely for one person: his beloved wife, Y/N.

Y/N was the epitome of grace and beauty, with a kindness that melted even the most hardened of souls. She had captured Alastor's heart as soon as they had entered through the doors of the hotel, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. Having been newly wed, Alastor’s possessive nature seemed to rear its head often when it came to his bride. 

However, trouble brewed when Lucifer, the fallen angel and hellish king himself, began to take an seeming interest in Y/N. His smooth words and suave demeanor drew her attention, much to Alastor's dismay. Alastor’s confidence was shaken when Lucifer Morningstar began to show a keen interest in Y/N. Despite her loyalty to Alastor, Lucifer's suave demeanor and irresistible charisma stirred a jealousy deep within Alastor's demonic heart.

It has begun innocently enough, with Lucifer's smooth compliments and flirtatious gestures towards Y/N whenever they crossed paths. Then it turned to a hand atop hers or brushing hair out of her face while she worked on fixing up the hotel. At first, Alastor attempted to suppress his jealousy, masking his feelings with his trademark grin and witty remarks. But as Lucifer's advances towards Y/N became more pronounced, Alastor's facade began to crack.

One fateful evening, as the flames of Hell danced in the distance, Alastor found himself unable to contain his simmering jealousy any longer. He watched from a distance as Lucifer flirted shamelessly with Y/N, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

His once cheerful demeanor turned dark as he became increasingly passive-aggressive, making evil eyes at the short king(yes my dears, narrators can make a joke occasionally.) But still, Lucifer persisted in his advances, seemingly unfazed by Alastor's silent warnings. Y/N, momentarily stepping away at Charlie’s call for some assistance, left the two men alone in the lobby. 

“Well, well, if it isn't the charming Lucifer. Quite the show you're putting on tonight”

Lucifer smirked, “Ah, Alastor, always a pleasure to see you. And might I say, your wife looks positively radiant this evening. You picked a good one.”

Alastor forced a smile, a natural habit of his that was wearing on him. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. She does tend to have that effect, doesn't she? Though I must say, your interest in her appearance is unexpected.”

“Oh, Alastor, there's no harm in appreciating beauty when it's right in front of you. And your wife is truly a sight to behold.” Lucifer leaned closer, using his elbow to nudge Alastor in the ribs playfully; unaware of the brewing violence in the red demon before him. Or maybe he did know and elected to ignore it. Lucifer did get terribly bored. 

Alastor spoke firmly through clenched teeth “Indeed, she is. But I must warn you, Lucifer, my patience wears thin when it comes to matters of the heart.”

“Just engaging in some harmless conversation. Does that bother you?

“Of course, how silly of me to assume otherwise.” Both men quipped back and forth so sarcastically it could've been considered the eight deadly sin. 

Returning from aiding the princess, Y/N resumed her place by Alastor’s side and back into the conversation. Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Alastor put a hand on his wife’s shoulder and looked towards Y/N with a forced smile plastered on his face. "Darling, would you care for a stroll?" he offered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y/N, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her husband, nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to Lucifer. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hell, Alastor's mind seethed with anger and resentment. 

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Alastor halted abruptly and turned to face Y/N. "Tell me, my dear, what is it about Lucifer that captivates you so?" he demanded, his words laced with bitterness.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. "Alastor, what are you talking about? Lucifer is just being friendly," she protested, confusion etched on her face.

"Friendly? Yes, that's one way to put it. Though, his friendliness seems rather... focused, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N glanced at Alastor, sensing the tension in his voice. She attempted to defuse the situation with a reassuring smile.

Y/N: "Alastor, there's no need to worry. You know where my heart lies."

Alastor's smile tightened, his grip on Y/N's hand becoming just a tad too firm.

Alastor: "Of course, my dear. I'm well aware. But it's amusing, isn't it? How Lucifer seems to find you so... intriguing."

Y/N shot Alastor a puzzled look, sensing the underlying resentment in his words.

"Alastor, you're being awfully aggressive. Is something bothering you?"

Alastor's grin widened, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Lucifer.

Alastor: "Bothering me? Not at all, my dear. Just finding it fascinating how Lucifer can't seem to keep his eyes off you. Quite the dilemma, wouldn't you agree?

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and pushed her back against the wall, his grip possessive and demanding. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a dark green hue. 

"I'll show you who the better man is, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find themselves tangled in Alastor’s red locks. 

Trailing his hand up to her waist, Alastor gave it a tight squeeze that made his wife squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Deciding she had enough teasing, Y/N grabbed hold of Alastor’s cane and used its shadows to transport them to their shared bedroom. Taking the hint, Alastor walked their bodies to the king sized bed and laid down on the red silken sheets. Now with back flush against the mattress, Y/N wasted no time in relocking her lips back to her husband's. 

Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her shorts before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core. 

“Darling, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are drenching my fingers through these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Al.”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending garment from her body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole. 

“Gorgeous darling, glittering gorgeous.” Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), Y/N let out wanton moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath her as her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her lust.

"Darling, do not hide from me."

"But normally you don't want people to hear--"

"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Alastor placed it on her hip and held her in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. Being restrained by Alastor’s slick tentacles, forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time. 

The thoughts and stimulation from Alastor’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Alastor brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much. 

“Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good. That even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

That’s what did it, Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Alastor’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Just as Alastor wanted. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars. 

Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Alastor sucked on the white gold juices. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Alastor whispered darkly. 

“Now dear, feel like letting Lucifer know how good round two is about to feel?”

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[rosesakura]

I feel like I’ve sent you too many asks today but I also have no concept of time so my apologies lmao BUT

A character you have the same energy as (I’m going to give two). Just ignore me if I’m too extra 🥲

1. Akaashi Keiji :) because he’s my favourite and so are you. You are both into literature and have an immense understanding of the people around you, you’re smart, funny, you know what you want and are capable of doing <3

2. Yachi Hitoka!!! HUGE amount of artistic talent, you’re both insane for that honestly. Open to trying new things, and beyond dedicated to what you do and the people around you <3

You’re full of love and deserve all the love in return!!!!!!!!!

okay, first of all, there is literally no such thing as too many asks, especially from you<3

second -- AHHHHHHH!! not me feeling Very powerful being compared to THE Akaashi Keiji! & Yachi??? That's so cute omg I never even thought about her! We both also need far too much encouragement about our art LOL

This was so nice omg, thank you so much :( you really are too nice to me, it's unreal. Thank you for playing this lil game :D

[greatstormcat]

Knights in Battered Armour

TF141 x omega!f!reader

Based off an ask by @ttsbaby01 so thank you for sending this in!

TW: MDNI 18+, A/B/O dymanics, groping, plus sized reader, implied sexual threat

For once it was quiet in the MedBay, a rare and beautiful thing to behold. The only beds currently occupied were a young Alpha who had sprained his wrist during drills, and Sargeant MacTavish who had a knife wound. The rest of TF141 were waiting to have their check-up after returning from an op, slightly bruised and battered but seemingly fine apart from Soap’s arm. They were all crowded into a single bay, chatting and blowing off steam while they waited. Price’s little pack had started to gravitate towards you when they needed medical attention, always appreciative of your gentle but skilled hands, and finding comfort in your omega nature. They never overstepped the line, never taking advantage of your designation or caring attitude. 

Price had shooed away the other medic, saying they would rather wait for you while you finished with the sprained wrist a few bays down. You’d chuckled to yourself when you’d been told, your face warming slightly as you walked past them towards the other bay and giving them a little wave. Immediately you felt foolish for doing something so silly.

You enter the treatment bay with the young Alpha and pull the privacy curtain shut behind you.

“Okay, Private let’s see this wrist, shall we?” You smile breezily as you near where he sat on the edge of the gurney. His eyes rake over you, pupils wide from the pain meds he had already been given. You watch from the corner of your eye as he stares, taking in the full curves of your body and lingering on your ample, soft hips and the fullness of your breasts.

“Wow, they sent me a treat didn’t they?” He mumbles with a cocky smirk. You ignore the young Alpha’s words, this happened often enough for you to be able to not let it affect you these days, the pain meds made their tongues looser and their hind brain kick into overdrive without their inhibitions there to control it.  You make no comment, picking up your clipboard hoping he’d get bored and you can continue. 

“Hey, you’re not listening,” he growls, suddenly reaching out and grasping your wrist. Calmly you take hold of his hand and lift it from your arm, placing it on his lap.

“Just let me look at your wrist so I can get it strapped up,” you say with a measured tone, knowing that doing anything to provoke him would be unwise. At that moment he inhales, leaning forward so he is closer to you, and you shudder at his unwanted proximity.

“Omega,” he whispers. “Don’t smell any Alpha on you either.” He smiles, and the openly leering expression makes your skin crawl.

“Enough of that,” you say firmly, hoping to snap him out of whatever spiraling instincts are happening behind his dilated eyes. If he is getting close to a rut this could be a problem for you, suddenly the emptiness of the MedBay isn’t so great as panic flutters in your chest. You try to stay calm, not wanting your scent to give away your nervousness and risk exciting him.

“Come on now, a soft thing like you should be a house omega, keeping someone’s bed warm,” he slurs loudly, the meds really kicking in now but he isn’t settling down. If anything he gets more agitated, his uninjured arm snakes out suddenly grasping at the soft meat of your arse, squeezing roughly and you yelp despite yourself as his fingers dig in.

“You should be keeping my bed warm, love,” he continues. “Yeah, I’ll look after you…” he squeezes your backside painfully.

“I said that’s enough!” You snap defensively and use the clipboard to knock his arm away, but he snarls, knocking the clipboard painfully out of your hands and sending it clattering loudly into a cart of medical supplies, scattering them over the floor. Before you can react he is up on his feet, hands clenched into the fabric of your scrubs and pulling you against him, his injury forgotten in his haze.

“Listen to me,” he commands, forcing his Alpha authority into the words, sending tendrils of control worming into your omega brain to force you to submit to him against your will. You cower instinctively despite wanting to fight, your muscles relaxing as he pulls you into him, crushing your breasts against him.

The dividing curtain is wrenched back so hard it pops off several of its little hooks, the plastic pieces pinging across the bay. The scent of angry Alpha rolls in instantly, overpowering the young man’s scent completely and shaking his hold over you enough that you turn your eyes to see Captain Price standing there.

“What the fuck is going on in here?!” Price barks, distain dripping from every word as his eyes take in the scene before him. Ghost looms behind his shoulder, Gaz and Soap behind him crowding out the narrow space. It was a wall of muscle, the smell of blood from their battle worn clothes mixing with their anger and creating an unavoidable air of threat.

“Get your hands off our medic, pup,” Price growls, teeth bared and fangs sharply displayed, his tone more profound than the young Alpha’s, more experienced with use and rank, and you feel his grip loosen. 

“It’s okay,” you try to explain, hoping to avoid more confrontation. “It’s the meds, he’s not thinking straight.” Ghost steps in, shoving the young man back and putting himself between the two of you. 

“You’d better think more clearly, and quickly,” the Lieutenant says in a low, dangerous tone as he glares at the suddenly stricken Alpha, who sits down on the gurney, eyes downcast.

“S-sorry sir,” he quickly splutters, rubbing a hand over his face, desperately trying to gather himself.

“Better apologise to her, you weren’t mauling us around,” Price says with a raised eyebrow, the threat in the air thins and you straighten your scrubs. Clearing your throat you carefully brush past Ghost, who refuses to budge, and you carry on with strapping the injured Alpha’s wrist under their careful watch.

“Sorry, Doc,” he grumbles, pride hurting more than his sprained arm. After deal with his injury and send him on his way, you herd the Taskforce members back to the other bay and treat Soap’s knife wound.

“If you get any problems like that, you make sure you let us know,” Price tells you firmly, and you feel a wave of gratitude as the sentiment is echoed by the other three.

“I will, thank you sirs.”

[lowpolyanimals]

so I've been taking some notes

well chaps how do we feel about this? good luck OP

[emthimofnight]

you’ve given us so much delicious “sonadow as cute dads” food but i was wondering. do you have any “blazamy as cute moms” headcanons or stories you can share 👀

BLAZAMY BE UPON YE

[keferon]

Someone asked me to put Wing in my Snow bots au so there we go>:D I unmurdered him for you haha

[emry-stars-art]

Hello! may i request Andreil and no. 4 for the mistletoe drawing meme??

@oddgreyhound you guys had the same brain for a second there and I LOVE it

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23 💕

[lackaroses]

I just think Zib needs his own moodboard too!🎷

Here you go! Sorry for taking a while to respond.

I was working on animation, but my animation software just wouldn’t stop lagging so I had to stop and used this as a way to cool off steam (fuck you flipaclip)

Requests are open!