#friend's cat is the cutest

[miyku]

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay so I saw the post about feeding cats with Legacy, and now I've got one specific sort of brain rot that I can't seem to shake. As such, I'm passing it on to you.

Foul Legacy has big Orange Cat™️ energy. Also during cat feeding time, he probably ends up with at least three orange cats blending into his floof.

Thank you for listening to my brain rot due to cute thoughts.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

oh you are so right about that, he's so silly and sweet

Foul Legacy also has a habit of curling up so he can watch the cats from their height, his crystalline eye glittering, and almost always a few of the cats end up walking over and plopping themselves onto his soft fluff. he chitters happily and wiggles his wings, wanting you to see but not wanting to move as to not disturb the kitties. all of them start purring when you kneel down and pet them, one hand in Legacy's thick ginger hair and the other hopping from cat to cat, scritching behind their ears. a few times he's had kittens placed directly in his hair and making little nests- the orange ones blend in quite nicely, so you always make sure that there's no cats in his fur or hair before you go back inside

sometimes though, when it rains, you let the cats inside so they have a place to stay. you'd think it'd be chaotic, but all the cats instantly make a beeline for Foul Legacy, snuggling against him and curling up on his lap before the fireplace, and he trills joyfully, carefully curling his body around the cats. they knead against his armor; he kneads his claws into the soft blanket you gave him. you sit down beside Legacy and a cat immediately trots over and curls up on your legs- no leaving now! since you can't get up, you might as well lean against your fluffy Abyssal monster and pet his hair, listening to the rain and the sound of many, many purrs as you slowly drift off to sleep

[art-time]

A friend of mine’s sweet angle baby was found late yesterday on there yard in bad condition. He has a fractured pelvis and has sheared off the head of his femur. There trying to raise some money for his surgery if there is anything anyone can give please sand is to

$Roryyyie

On cash app, anything can help even if it’s one dollar.

Here are some pictures of the sweet baby boy his name is cookie man! And he means a lot to my friend.

Please reblog to spread the word

[somegrumpynerd]

Been playing around with our sonas

I drew him with reference this timeeeee

Sorry I feel like I've been bombarding you with asks I can't help it 😭

BRO THAT'S MY LITTLE GUY!!!!!!! I swear you're like midas but instead of gold everything you touch turns to adorable beautiful art I need to lie on my bed and sob LOOK AT HOW CUTE!!!!!!!

And you can bombard me with asks always!!! I am putting a cat door on my inbox so you can come and go whenever you want :D

[pelipper]

two of them.

[loevhyuck]

[pompompinkyy]

say something nice to himb!!

[youngspiritoldsoul96]

I have the cutest Scottish Fold EVER. He's always right on me. When we met to swap kitty for cash (when he was a month old) he immediately took to me as his mother, and it was pretty much happily ever after ever since. TRULY a match written in the stars. Best buds. DON'T EVER GO, JASON WATERFALLS!

XOXO

[foolishandfurious]

Shush!

[earl-grey-love]

I am so excited to write today!! 🥰🥰

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

Meows in your inbox loudly. Yowling maybe. MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW. - Jack (Jay)

hi jay!

lmfao meow all you want amico mio s good to see you even though you n i havent personally talked all that much xx

when i tell you my knees hurt so bad rn. i just got new braces like today so they should be better before the thing i gotta do later but like. the amt of pain i am in is astronomical.

[fireladybuckley]

Trick or treeeeeaaaat!

[open door]

Hi! You get—-

Oh dammit hang on one sec - BUCK GET BACK HERE!!

Whew, okay, sorry about that. 😅

[You receive a full size Wunderbar!]

A Canadian classic. (Peanut butter, caramel, and crispy bits). One of my favourites! :D

Happy Halloween!!

[baasthasthezoomies]

Some snuggle butts, snugglin their butts:

This lil moment they’re having here is warming my heart.

Beeps (the tortie) is 2 and Van (calico) is a senior, so very different life stages. It took a couple years for them to get to this point. 😭

[vanibear]

UHMM TODAY IS THE DAY OF BEST NEWS EVER ???

[cryptidvoidwritings]

9 with demelurina

hello you probably forgot you even sent me a prompt because it's been almost a year but i finally wrote kind of a ficlet and i hope you like it

Prompt: "should i cook today?" "i--don't trust you with my kitchen, babe."

Warm breath on the back of her neck dragged Demeter awake, floating from darkness to the grey morning light. Lips brushed over the lobe of her ear. Demeter smiled lazily. She curled back into the warm body tucked up behind her. Wiry arms pulled her in closer and teeth grazed down to the lobe of her ear, tweaking gently.

Demeter blew out an amused breath. “Lemme turn.”

Bombalurina’s arms loosened just enough for Demeter to roll over. They tightened again as soon as hazel eyes met hers.

“Hello,” Demeter said.

“Mornin’,” Bombalurina answered. Her voice was still sleep-rough.

“Didn’t think we’d get to sleep in today?”

“I’ll be back late-ish,” Bombalurina said softly. “Depends on how long load-out goes.”

“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” Demeter yawned. She touched her nose to Bombalurina’s playfully, letting her eyes slide half shut. “Better make the morning count, then.”

Bombalurina’s lips curled slowly. “Oh?”

“Mm,” Demeter hummed.

She leaned in. Bombalurina’s lips met hers, slotting together for a long, slow kiss – lips pressing softly together in the quiet still of the morning. When they finally pulled apart Demeter licked her bottom lip. Bombalurina’s eyes were shaded to near brown.

Demeter smiled in satisfaction and closed her eyes. “Should I cook tonight?” “I– don’t trust you with my kitchen, babe.”

“What?” Demeter’s eyes snapped open.

Bombalurina was already cringing. “Didn’t mean for that to come out so quickly.”

Demeter sat up, knocking Bombalurina’s arms away. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well I know you’re not going to break anything,” Bombalurina said hurriedly.

“So?”

“It’s... more about... using the non-stick pans? On the stove?”

Demeter stared at Bombalurina until she winced.

“It’s only that last time there was a fire.”

“I thought we agreed that wasn’t my fault.”

“You were... ah... passionate in your own defense,” Bombalurina said, with the air of someone hedging their bets.

Demeter glared at her. “So much for the morning.”

------

Demeter skipped the end credits and started her third episode of Murder, She Wrote. Bombalurina was doing something in the kitchen that involved coffee– with cinnamon. Her favorite. When the various sounds of kitchen clattering stopped, Demeter crossed her arms and burrowed down into the sofa, determined not to accept any forthcoming apology. She focused on the screen, stubbornly watching Jessica Fletcher working on an archaeological dig until legs for days and a button-down shirt stepped in front of it.

Demeter grunted. Bomba knew what the button-down shirt did to her. “You’re blocking the TV.”

A coffee mug floated into her vision and back out as it was placed on the side table. Demeter looked down at it, then, finally, looked up. Bombalurina stood there, hands folded in front of her, looking pathetically sad.

“Alexa! What does–.” Demeter started. She paused, frowning. (Bombalurina tried very, very hard not to let her lips twitch into a smile but failed and frantically had to compose her face back into something sad). Demeter frowned harder. “What?”

Bombalurina managed to look even sadder. “What, ‘what’?”

“What is this?” Demeter asked, waving her hand in Bombalurina’s general direction.

“This is contrition.”

“Alexa!” Demeter barked. “What does ‘contrition’ mean?”

“Contrition is defined as sincere penance or remorse.”

Bombalurina choked on a giggle. Demeter huffed.

“Get out with your contritionalness!”

“It’s ‘contrite’, babe,” Bombalurina said.

Demeter threw a pillow at her. “Get out! Go dress!”

Bombalurina ducked away, finally letting out the laugh she hadn’t been terribly successful in containing anyway. “See you tonight!”

Demeter picked up her mobile and pulled up her messages with Munkustrap, typing furiously: How much should ‘contrition’ cost her?

[goodgrammaritan]