#i imagine him to have dogs and cats

[lovesickeros]

☆ thrice the bell tolls

{☆} characters neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, villain au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings minor angst {☆} word count 0.9k

"Get in the water."

There is no trepidation in the voice of the Sovereign as he speaks, only pure contempt that bleeds into the very air until it chills their lungs – there will be no penance here. No redemption. He stands before them with apathetic indifference, and with his hands he shall draw judgement upon sinners without a shred of mercy, so heavy his gaze they cannot move. This land shall become the grave of gods – no, not gods, Archons. Transcendent..and fallible.

Horribly, humanly fallible.

What a cruel thing to be – neither god nor mortal, in the end. Their Authority a stolen, coveted thing, so easily taken in a blaze of fury that singes them to the bone, in winds so harsh it tears the breath from their lungs from the sheer pressure, in the way their hairs stand on end as if lightning shall smite them for their arrogance. Judgement has come for them, in the end, and no plea nor bargain can save them from it's justice – they shall be judged and they shall be sentenced.

"..I was willing to put aside your past transgressions – forgive your thievery of the Authority that is not your own – to see Their vision of harmony come to reality." He speaks with nothing but clarity and calmness that unsettles – as gentle as the serene pond illuminated by gentle sunlight, ducks drifting across its pristine surface and creating faint, brief ripples. Calm as the tide as it recedes from the shoreline. His eyes speak of the tempest – the raging winds and the harsh waves that will crash and break and ravage. There is a fury so turbulent it makes the wind go still, the earth erode and the water recede. "You do not deserve repentance when Their body bears the marks of your transgressions," There will be no mercy. They try to plead, to beg and bargain but they cannot speak – their cries go unheard just as Theirs were ignored. A horrifying irony.

"Self proclaimed Acolytes, all, yet you bathe in Their most divine blood and call yourselves Saints," He breathes in, taps his cane against the hardened earth, and holds his head high as he meets their eyes unflinching. Mercy, they think, for we are innocent – we did not know. "Sinners, to the very last. You tear at the flesh of the most Divine like wild dogs to sate your own hunger, for you know nothing else."

His voice is the toll – it echoes like the ringing of a bell, calling them to the water like a siren. It beckons, it demands, and it will not wait. The water recedes and he stands like a beacon among the shores – a bastion of light where it has been snuffed out.

His eyes witness their sins – heavy a burden he bears as he witnesses that which they must atone for. The cruel hand of an Archon as it spills the Divine blood of the very earth beneath their feet. He sees Their agony, feels it to the last. Every bolt of wind, every jagged rock, every bolt of lightning. Every single one he feels until he weeps – for Them, he weeps.

His left hand renders judgement – guilty. Their transgressions are grave, and no redemption can be found for such horrors they have inflicted upon the mortal vessel of the Divine. They have felt their sorrow, have felt Their pain, and he has found them guilty.

And with his right hand..he enacts justice.

"Let your sins be your anchor – let your sins weigh heavy upon your shoulders so that you may feel a brief flicker of the agony you have inflicted upon Them," He lifts his cane with a solemn resolve, tears staining the scales upon his cheeks. "I shall weep for you, too, for no other shall do so in my stead. Return, wretched beasts, to the earth and let it nourish Them where you did not."

And at his call, the waves devour.

Entire cities, entire nations – those who bear the sin shall drown in it's wake, dragged to the lowest depths where even the sun cannot breach. It takes and takes, claws and tears and rips at the bodies of the damned – it devours the world, impartial and unrelenting in it's judgement.

And Neuvillette alone weeps.

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"Neuvillette? Are you..crying?" Their voices makes him startle back to awareness, the briefest flicker of shame welling up in the empty space of his chest as he wipes away the tears that roll down his cheeks like drops of rain.

"It..appears so. Forgive me, most Divine, it seems I had a brief lapse in focus." He clears his throat, straightens his back, tries to ignore the pit in his stomach as he watches Their lips pull into a smile all too happy. He..he should be happy too, shouldn't he? He should. If They are happy, so should he be. His lips curl into a smile that doesn't feel like it fits on his face, but he delights in the way They smile wider when he does.

They approve, and that's all that matters, isn't it?

"It won't happen again, I assure you."

Their approval is all that matters.

So why does his chest ache so badly? He did as They commanded, he removed the stain upon Teyvat and ensured Their safety.

So why does he feel such sorrow?

The thought gnaws at him like the tides erode at stone, yet he cannot bear to burden his Creator with such..nonsense.

He will bear this weight alone until the day the waves come to claim him, too.

"Shall we visit the gardens today, Divine One?"

[theimpossiblescheme]

I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by My schemes are just like all my dreams Ending in the sky

Effavesta, Emanon, and Amphoria based on art by @lightingelectratwo

[floorpancakes]

this isn't something i noticed for a while cause im a dumbass but i enjoy that watanuki isnt just heavily implied to be a cat but a specific type of cat

he has that specific gold/blue odd eye colouration that's really common in white cats due to specific genes...i used to think the colours were just neat but it's funny that even taking doumekis eye makes him MORE cat coded. doesn't get any more kitty than this

[t4tdanvis]

Gene’s missing most of his memories from his life before the nether because his solution to feeling upset is to just, erase whatever’s making him feel that way about the nether. He can’t remember his mom’s face or her name, or the little street cat he used to sneak food to whenever he went on patrol, or how happy he was playing with Dante when they were little. He can’t remember how nice it felt to sit in the rain or what it was like laying in the grass to watch the stars, or how Dante would always come sleep in his room during storms and he’d pretend the thunder didn’t scare him too.

AUGH im gonna start . cryinf

[clonerightsagenda]

I post about how Hera should have AI friends but to be honest if SI5 had shown up with a sleek new top of her class 300 series unit installed on the Urania Hera would’ve hated her on sight for being a prep and a bootlicker. Needless to say if Enlil had been on the Sol she would’ve shredded him.

[daisies-on-a-cup]

i would not be able to love will graham until his s3 self. like. he is soooo sweaty until s3. like. idk man i can get you a wet cloth and a hand towel if you need it, but pls do not touch me or come near me. you kinda smell bad dude. no, no, i get its the fever and encephalitis in your brain, that really sucks man, but i cannot stand body sweat and you are constantly covered in it and smell like wet dog. yeah, sorry, maybe we can re-connect in like 3 years? when do you get out of prison? yeah, maybe after that. well, anyway, maybe go take a shower before going anywhere else. have a nice day!

[volot]

BOLD what your muse can do  /   repost ,  don’t reblog  !

bake a cake from scratch   /   ride a horse    /     drive a submarine     /   speak a second language /     dance   /     catch a fish     /     play an instrument   /     throw a punch     /     build a deck     /     ice skate     /     unclog a drain    /     program a computer     /     change a flat tire     /     fire a gun     /     sew    /     juggle     /     play poker     /     paint   /     fly a kite    /     sculpt     /   write poetry      /     sing     /     shoot a bow and arrow     /     ride a bike     /     swim     /     sail a boat     /    do a backflip     /   play chess*     /     give cpr     /     pitch a tent     /     flirt     /     stitch a wound   /     read palms     /     use chopsticks    /     write in cursive calligraphy   /     use an electric drill     /     braid hair  /     make a campfire     /     make a mixed drink     /     do soduku puzzles     /     wrap a gift    /     give a good massage    /     jump - start a car     /     roll their tongue     /     do magic tricks     /     do yoga     /     tie a tie     /     skip a rock     /     shuffle a deck of cards    /     read morse code     /    pick a lock     /     fly a plane     /     train a dog / cat*     /     fix a car     /     write a business letter    /     write in a second language     /     say the alphabet backwards     /     read music     /   cook complex meals    /     change oil     /     paint nails    /     draw     /     socialize    /     take apart a gun     /     drive a rig     /     operate a tank     /     climb a tree     /     rock climb     /     tie a cherry stem     /     basic first-aid  /     draw blood     / put out a fire

[hafwen]

Somehow between 2:30 am and 7 am Pumpkin did manage to get his cone off (not sure he meant to or if it just got stuck and ripped off both are possible)

He had left the wrap and IV alone so that was good but now he’s back to get more fluids and I miss him

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

do yall think lex luthor would be a cat person or a dog person ??

[fungi-maestro]

First stakeout.

[multishipper-baby]

Throwback to that time I mentioned the idea of Eak being a dog person and Owynn a cat person because everything is better with pets

[icantseepurple]

Late night thought.

You know how when you need to put a cat down you can kinda just gentle toss them. And that sometimes people who are use to holding cats then hold a dog and forget that you can't really do the same thing for them. So they end up just throwing a dog. I would like to imagine that was what it was like for Bruce to go from having Dick as a child to Jason.

Bruce main experience with children would be this little acrobat who would just jump/flip out of his arms and honestly enjoyed the extra momentum of the toss when being put down. So that's just how he is use to releasing kids when carrying them. But then he has Jason, and is holding him and they have a cute moment, but then by instinct he throws Jason, and Jason just thumps to the ground. And both of them are staring at each other with confusion.

[boowritess]

babies!?!?!

simon ghost riley x reader

"Aw I can't wait to see the two of you with your own little one running around." Your sister gushes as Simon balances her baby on his lap while you play with your nephew.

At her words you and Simon give eachother a side eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of Simon's scarred lips, whilst you puff out an airy laugh.

The whole baby conversation was nothing new, and because you and Simon had been together for so long, people were quick to assume that the both of you would start thinking bout having children of your own.

Your sister didn't help, always cooing and awwing about how Simon was so good with the kids, especially your neice.

A large hand rests on your lower back, "Nah, we have our hands filled with Johnny." Simon sniggers, laughing more when you elbow his side. The baby in his lap looking up at him in surpise at the deep noise that emitted from the usually quiet man.

"But it would be so cute. Imagine having a little one that looks like the both of you-" You sister starts to go on her usual ramble about what your kids could potentially look like, how adorable it would be to see the both of you with kids of your own.

Later that evening, at your shared apartment, Simon chuckles as you walk over to where he's sat on the couch, "Looks a bit like you doesn't he?" Simon drawls.

You turn and the asshole has his large hand wrapped around your ginger cats face, his head turned to you. Despite the cats purring and tailing flicking in content, you scowl and wack Simon over the head. "Don’t hold my baby like that!" You snap, settling beside Simon, who releases your cat. The cat settling in your lap.

And in true ginger cat fashion, the very cat who was once purring in content in Simon's hands, scratched the very man who tried to pet him again.

"Scratches like you." Simon huffs, pulling his hand away.

You just chuckle, eyes locked on the four legged creature that bouncrd into the room, "And Riley doesn't listen, like you..." You chime in amusement, watching the dog.

Simon turns his head to the German Shepherd and scowls once he see the mask hanging from Rikey's mouth. The dog having the audacity to wag its tail.

"Fuck sake, Riley, I said no!" Simon growls getting up from the couch and chasing after the dog that barks and runs away from the man.

You watch in content as your cat purs in content in your lap while Simon chases the dog around the apartment.

From this perspective it seemed like you already have your own little one running around doesn't it?

a/n: on my anti-baby agenda lol these the only babies i want in my life oop x

[bat-the-misfit]

having a cat with cancer is not enough i needed to get in even more panic bc i didn't see another cat escaping through the window and walking on a slippery roof he almost fell and broke a leg or died or smth

like wow how can i not be feeling like a trash when smth could have happened to him???

[ddejavvu]

ohhh imagine the readers animagus is a cat but only sirius knows. so the others just keep seeing sirius with this cat and hes always playing with it, like the cats always purring on his lap and they're just so confused because he hates cats?? and its just yours and sirius' way of just being together without having them all make fun of you both. i just think that's so cute 🫠🫠

Neither James nor Remus are able to fathom why Sirius is dangling the sleeve of his sweater over a cat's face right now, and it's driving them mad. Sirius is a self-proclaimed hater of cats, something to do with his dog counterpart and its clash with felines. He's sneered at every pet cat within the walls of Hogwarts, so why he's scooping this one into his arms with a beaming smile on his face, they have no idea.

"Hi, darling." He croons, rubbing his nose against the cat's fur, "Oh, what a pretty thing you are. Gorgeous eyes, y'know? And a gorgeous face, too, no matter what."

James goes to say something' Remus can tell by the way he leans forwards. But he shoots out a hand to stop the boy, dragging his head closer to speak into his ear.

"Don't say a word. Don't interrupt him, it might break whatever trance he's in."

"This is absurd," James watches as Sirius smothers the cat's tiny face in kisses, "Is that really him? Did someone take Polyjuice Potion? God knows he sheds enough hair, wouldn't be too hard to brew."

"I can hear you," Sirius scoffs, and oh, they've forgotten about his spectacular canine hearing, "For your information, this is me. This cat's just different."

"Different." Remus echoes warily, "Alright. Any reason why?"

Sirius grins down his nose at you, keeping you trapped tightly to his chest as you purr alongside his beating heart. You blink slowly at him, and with all of the love in your little feline body, smear your face across his sweater.

"No reason," He doesn't spare his friends a glance when he answers them, instead watching as you begin drifting off against his chest, "Just special, that's all."

[gremlingottoosilly]

i recently went to the zoo and there was a cheetah who was bonded w this dog and i was imagining maybe monster!konig is in some sort of zoo/science lab thing and he gets bonded w kitten hybrid!reader!!

idk idk lolll i just could not stop thinking abt it

Staying in captivity as researchers are trying to understand how a simple ocean-type hybrid could grow so strong - how a normally pliable monster can be so aggressive and intelligent at the same time; scientists kinda treat him like their prized hound, a really nice and expensive possession they can do whatever they want with. They want to keep the subject happy and compliant with the research - but Konig dismissed any potential companion they brought to him before. Dismissed them violently, often killing poor fucker before the security could do anything. They dropped you in as a wild guess, a suggestion from one of the interns - if Konig gets insanely territorial when faced with hybrids of similar strengths and types, maybe he could do better with a therapy pet, something fluffy, small, and absolutely harmless. Needless to say, the intern was promoted after the first night Konig spent buried between your legs, fucking you for long enough that the whole lab would watch - and he didn't kill you by the end of the day. If anything, he bred you, properly and nicely. If anything, they have just found a way to make him less angry during the checkups - if they allow him to fuck you right before the research process, he would be...almost fine. Almost calm. He bonds with you easily - you're a cat hybrid, small thing, completely harmless. You could do some damage to humans with your claws and teeth, but Konig is off-limits, and you know this. He is fine with you biting and marking him - he searched such affection, he fucking adores it and wants you to do it more. Researchers think they finally found a key to him, that he is finally willing to participate in the experiments... Oh, they couldn't be more wrong. Once Konig gets a taste of how precious his mate is, he starts to think of why the hell he even supports these guys. Winds are changing - and monsters soon will be ruling the society. It's a good thing you already found yourself a protector, right?