#hatesdogs

[byanyan]

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[notomorrows]

@hatesdogs: " what the fuck did you just say to me? " he sharply turns from his position on sams bed, where the two are lounged back against the headboard. within a second he's straddled across sams lap, knees and thighs either side of the others hips. sharp chrome nails, dedicatedly manicured in a salon the previous week, are straight to sams throat -- but he doesnt choke him, instead he digs them in akin to a claw clips grasp. " repeat it. go on. "

perhaps sam should have seen this outcome coming. kitty rarely plays along with his jokes, especially if it involves calling him cute or - GOD FORBID - small. still, he's used to this sort of reaction enough not to really react himself. he lets kitty do his angry cat act, simply watching him with interest as the man climbs onto him.

"if you wanted to sit on my lap, you could have just asked." a grin pulls at his lips as he taps his hands against kitty's hips playfully. "i said, キティちゃんかわいいですね." (it's a miracle he'd absorbed that much through kitty's duolingo usage. sam wonders if he's proud. he knows he's not.)

[mercifuldeliverance]

they have ran into each before, but there has always been too much of a commotion for them to talk. this time, they are surrounded by a complete silence. until usagi says, " larvae of botflies can burrow under your skin, @hatesdogs. "

[velvetineblue]

𝙿𝙾𝚅 two cat - coded boys eat popcorn while they listen to you talk about your relationship problems and life in general ( they exchange looks and judge you in a cuntish manner ) @hatesdogs

[r4bidog]

“  shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts.  ”

 ❛ yeah no shit . . . ❜  he mumbles , but lets the other pull himself away from the touch of the alcohol — sits back , allows a small smirk on his lips . all in all it was his fault that kitty got injured , no bullets in sight but a deep wound that wouldn't stop bleeding until gangjae got into work . living through hells of pain and adrenaline , gangjae had no choice but to understand and learn how to use a gauze and some alcohol to clean the wound before it gets infected . he's stitched it up successfully , somehow with steady breath and steadier gaze that was unlikely for someone who used drugs almost every day . gangjae gives kitty the pad , lets him to it himself and leans back on his leather couch , glancing at the clock on the wall . ❛ stay the night here . ❜  in his second office , probably the safest place if the cops or others happened to barge in the club again – well they wouldn't dare , but gangjae was probably the most paranoid guy in the world . not in his spirit , his leg bouncing restlessly as he read through the messages in his phone . his jaw tenses , he's not even reading them . ❛ . . . they've gotten so fucking brave . coming here , hurting MY dancer . ❜

[sourwit]

❛ have some dignity. i'm giving you a free advice, take it. ❜ ╰┈➤@hatesdogs

[lee-sol]

“ the fact that this isn't the first time you're showing up covered in blood... do i wanna ask what happened? ” / @hatesdogs liked this for a one liner !

[eroticabomination]

         ♡ To lose her mind to the rhythm is her spiritual way of emptying her head, free herself from her body, ascend. The heat, the enslavement to all the sweetest nectars and disgusting pleasures a place like this one could offer. The sweat, the grind, the tension, the release. Octogon.

"A place where dreams and nightmares come true for a night. Finally, I get the chance to meet the man in charge of this neverland." She speaks. "I'm Love, pleasure to meet you." Her enigmatic smile spreads slowly over her red lips under the dimmed lights, her eyes dissecting the one facing her @hatesdogs. "Trance has always been my favorite state to see when I look in their eyes. It's impossible not to come back for more once you've tasted it. So tell me. What's your secret?"

[miidnighters]

s t a r t e r for @hatesdogs

Ah. The pink guy.

Hartley remembered him - hard to forget that shade of pink. Not that they'd ever met - they shared just enough of the same suppliers whenever she was in Korea to have glimpsed the pink haired man, but a solid sense of self-preservation has kept her from asking about him, or what he did for work. Lord knows she doesn't need the questions coming back at her.

But tonight -- maybe there's something in the air. She sidles up next to him, a very obviously coy smile on her lips, and decides to open with something innocuous.

"Love the hair."

[hellsdogs]

A Yamazaki Dai laughing out loud is no rare sight. However, to watch him laugh to the point he cannot catch his breath no more means something. For Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) to choose and dress up as him for the Black Cat Halloween party is not only hilarious : the yakuza leader is a theater character of his own, to make a parody out of him is easy in a way, but to commit to it this way Kitty does - it is a bit touching as well. The VIP booth is full by this time of the night, packed of Black Fang heads and members, close friends and guests. After his endless laughters echoed the moment he saw the other, Dai finally catches his breath again, sighing, content. "And here I was, saying the perfect costume does not exist. Well, fuck me in the ass it sure as hell does." Expresses Dai, licking his lower lip. "God the things I would do to you right now." He speaks moving closer to Kitty to take a better look at the details. "Hold on, hold oooon." Adds the leader with one of his teasing tones, his index finger and thumb catching the hem of Kitty's untied kimono, pulling on it which irremediably pulled Kitty closer to him as well. "Is that mine?"⟶ Dai's halloween short starters

[uroborosymphony]

"Oh come onnn, what are you even wearing?" Speaks Quinn on her usual tone, the one between nagging and teasing, one eyebrow raised, her arms crossed, her shoulder against the wall. Her eyes travel on Kitty @hatesdogs from head to toe as he's finally walking out of their private quarters here a the Black Cat, ready for the night. "Where is the leather, where are the cat ears, you were supposed to be my Cat Woman! Jesus, I can't believe I now have to ask Yoona to put the cat costume on. Ugh she's been begging me to." The queen keeps on speaking, lightly shaking her head. "Let me guess, you're a blood thirsty meat shop owner who thinks showering is Optional? Fine, I admit it, you're killing it." Adds the queen letting a scoff out. Kitty does look handsome in his kimono, even Quinn must admit it is a pretty fun idea, also there is no look the feline dancer does not serve. "Alright now how do I look? Fabulous orr... fabulous?" Her heels are hitting the floor as she is catwalking in the corridor, hands over her hips, head high, rolling them, posing in order to show off her costume, her outfit is made of black and red leather, her hair in two tails : she is the Arlequin, a Black Fang, alluring vesion of it with her signature daggers in her garters, obviously. ⟶ Quinn's halloween short starters

[byanyan]

Kitty presents Byan a gift: It's not wrapped (Kitty has not got the patience to wrap and tape up an object that isn't a box), but it's a bike helmet to match his own. This time purple and Kuromi-fied. " Happy birthday, brat. Sol told me. "

ㅤstartled not only by the gift presented but by the words which accompany it as well, byan balks at the helmet as they take it into their hands. it's... adorable. having taken no steps to conceal how much they envy kitty's pink, cat-eared bike helmet, it's no wonder that he's taken notice of their appreciation for it. what does come as a surprise, however, is the fact that he would go to the trouble of getting them one of their own — and one that has been customized to some extent, at that.

kitty is selfish. it's something byan is very aware of and even appreciates about him, because they can relate. because there's an honesty in it. in a way, it validates their own 'i'm out for me and only me' mentality. yet here they are, the selfish kitty presenting them with a gift on their birthday, one which he has to know that they'll absolutely love, and they... aren't really sure of how to react to such a thing, let alone to what it might mean.

unfortunately for them, while they don't know how to react, their body sure seems to. alarmed by the sudden and entirely unexpected sensation of a certain stinging in the corners of their eyes and the embarrassed flush of their cheeks which quickly follows, the teen's head promptly lowers under the guise of getting a closer look at one of the kuromi decals. a painted, glittering nail traces over the image, and byan tries to swallow the small lump that's formed in their throat.

it's so stupid, getting emotional over a fucking helmet. it doesn't mean anything, he probably just felt obligated to get them something after sol told him it was their birthday. (they know that's not the case; kitty doesn't do obligations. that knowledge doesn't make it any easier to will back their stupid fucking tears though.) biting at the inside of their lip, byan flips the visor open and feels the padding inside with a couple fingers, all in the name of trying to buy as many seconds of silence to collect themself as possible.

ㅤㅤ" knew i should'a told 'im not t' say anythin', "ㅤthey finally mumble with a faux nonchalance, though they're unable to do so without a quiet sniff that they hope kitty won't think much of. he of all people can't see them cry, they'll be too mortified to ever show their face again if he does. they'd never live it down. snapping the visor shut again, clearing their throat and still looking pointedly down and the pretty purple sheen of the helmet clasped between their hands, the soft beginnings of a smirk tugs at the corner of byan's mouth despite themself.

ㅤㅤ" ...so s'is mean you're gonna let me drive your bike 'stead'a makin' me ride bitch all the time? "

[notomorrows]

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sam's favourite time to spend with kitty is late at night when they've just showered and are in their comfy clothes and watching stuff on sam's old beaten up laptop. it's when kitty is at Peak Coziness and most likely to cuddle with him on his own volition. he also likes seeing kitty in his clothes because they're a bit big on him and they make kitty look extra cozy. and also because he likes to terrorize him and pull his sweats down at random moments.

[velvetineblue]

" Tai. Taiyang Tseng. I just had'ta say, I've been itching to let you know . . . you remind me of Garfield the lasagne cat. You know, the orange cat who eats lasagne. It's just something about you. "

" the lasagna cat ? "

" c'mon man, you couldn't give me Black Panther, or something like that? " you spend years, building a reputation, only for a cat-coded man to come in and assign you THE LASAGNA CAT as your cat-sona . . . life was humbling like that, sometimes. " well, meow meow, grrrr Mondays, I guess... " he accepts his fate as the lasagna cat. if only because he has better things to argue with Kitty about; " stop deflecting; you're avoiding the question, Kitty. are you or are-you-not sneaking Lucifer the Cat people-food ? " Lucifer the Cat is the name of a cat (and 'The Cat' was not to be dropped when his name is spoken.) a fluffy, overweight, black and white long-haired feline with prominent white whiskers that were double the length of his body. one of the many strays that now called Black Fang his home; the other cats and the human members his family. Taiyang picked him up, holding him out underneath his two front paws. his chonky belly on display, he meowed, proudly. he had a very distinguished sort of presence, and did not look guilty about the falsified-panhandling crime that Taiyang alleges him to be guilty of: " ... he's on a strict diet. doctor's orders. don't give in to his kitten eyes, Kitty; he pretends to be a starving stray but he's NOT. "

[r4bidog]

❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜

 gangjae rolls his eyes , he has to , because he doesn't quite see the appeal in seven boys dancing on the stage with a giant crowd of girls screaming for them — why did he even come here ? why did you say okay to kitty's polite plea to get the tickets for the vip lounge to his favorite kpop group’s concert . he hasn't even memorized a word of the songs they were singing , just grimaced when the girls screamed their lungs out at the way one of them rolled his sleeve up his elbow . their fifth song ends , they interact with the audience , gangjae wants to scratch his eyeballs out but settled for sipping his drink when kitty speaks up ; rather amused , and apparently having fun with gangjae's misery . out of place doesn't even start to explain it , he hasn't ever been to a concert before , doesn't even listen to much music if he's presented to it . ❛ ah sorry i don't look like i will die whenever those guys breathe . calm down . ❜  perhaps he was a little jealous , perhaps he didn't want to admit that he was jealous of those boys on the stage . with yet another roll of his eyes , he takes a sip from his cocktail and sets the glass down on the glass table . what was so special about a random dancer in his club who was eager to drag him here and deserved every second of joy and excitement he somehow got from this concert ? gangjae leans back against the leather seat , behind the glass , down there , the group starts another song . and gangjae lets his gaze drag back towards the other boy , even lets it linger on him for a long time as he rests the rim of his glass between his lips . he speaks up only when the song ends ; ❛ you look happy . ❜

[mamuushi]

❛ you’re like a cockroach i can’t kill. i mean it in a good way. ❜

meme > *always accepting.

the music plays in the background at a reasonable volume, not annoyingly loud — just enough that the conversations can flow without interruption. normally, kitty's presence would be met with disdain and anger, yet yuka is in a rather pleasant mood thanks to the mix of alcohol and coke swimming through her veins, seeping into her flesh and muscles. and she has sen in her phone, at her service anytime, so there's little kitty could say that'd ruin her night. " i woulda say fuck you, but i really don't wanna do that, kitty cat. why don't you take your smart mouth to suck off one of my boyfriends? 'm not in the mood for whatever this is." said, suprisingly, without any resentment in her voice.