#just blissed out in a pile of catnip

[sea-lanterns]

I have only one thing to say-

Panther Arle and Xilonen find your catnip houseplant 🤭

-💖

Vet Reader comes back home early, only to find out that Arlecchino and Xilonen had broken into her house to eat her catnip plant 😭😭

There is dirt and broken pottery all over the place, and in the middle of it are two, absolutely blissed out cat women that are just lying on the floor with traces of catnip smeared all over their mouths. They’ll be fine according to a quick checkup done by the Vet, but now she has to deal with two drunk cats who are too sleepy and clingy to go back to their enclosures.

Speaking of clingy, thanks to the effects of the catnip, I can imagine the two getting a lot more cuddly and affectionate with you. Especially Arlecchino. While it is somewhat common for Xilonen to walk right up to you and nap on your lap, with Arlecchino it is rare. Thanks to the help of the catnip, Panther! Arlecchino is now sauntering up to you and purring while she rubs her head all over your back, seemingly wanting you to come sleep with her.

P.S: While you wait for the effects of the catnip to wear off, expect to be pulled into a big cat cuddle pile with Arlecchino suddenly taking a liking to grooming you 💀

[gardenerian]

Mickey and Ian

mickey's like "you should share" and then just moves on in there so he can have some. what's yours is mine and what's mine is mine, etc.

i have a picture of my cat after he ripped open a bag of catnip and rolled around in a huge pile of it - that's mickey when he gets ahold of whatever ian has asdjkfh

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Dinner and A Floor Show

My first actual date with Alto Clef, nothing too fancy. Just lasagna, a movie, and... my big fluffy goofball suddenly forgetting how to cat.

Six in the evening, dinner is in the oven, and I'm pacing the floor in my kitchen. Midway between my stove and my refrigerator, and I realize what I forgot to pick up at the shops: a bottle of wine. Probably not a good idea anyway, I do stupid things drunk. Not terminally stupid, challenge 173 to a staring contest dumb stuff, just... really embarrassing once soberish.

My doorbell chimes, too late to think about that now. Clef is here. I wipe my hands on my lemon print apron, and go answer the door. He's on time, impressive. Plus... he seems to have two bouquets, one of white roses for me, and... catnip for my furry junkie. I greet him with a big hug.

While I place the roses in a vase, Clef makes himself at home on my sofa. Liam tries making friends in his usual manner, thumping his hopeful friend in the leg with his fabulous tail until they either tell him off or, more likely, give in and pet him. Clef reaches down, Liam plows his head into his open hand.

"Wow, you're clearly friendly, buddy. How about some ear rubs?" Before long, Liam is purring like a jet engine. Achievement Unlocked: Friend? Friend! I sit down next to them. Never figured Clef for a cat person, but Liam is super friendly.

"Hey, dinner is still in the oven. Yes, I made lasagna. But... I might have forgotten about wine, alas."

"Dr. Clef to the rescue, hope you're okay with chianti. It was the only one I could stand, honestly." He hands me a bottle and I laugh. I recognize the label, it's from Dr. Right's private stash. "Had to cover a shift for that, so I hope it's good." We spend a few minutes talking before the timer goes off. At least... that's how it started. Before long though... well... let's just say we seem to both be into each other. Pretty sure if the timer didn't buzz I'd have burned the lasagna.

I break away to get dinner, and Clef follows me. He's checking out my kitchen, just observing. I plate up dinner, pour two glasses of wine. We take our meal into the living room. I turn on the TV.

"What kind of movie are you in the mood for?" I'm flipping though the streaming services.

"It's been a rough week, I need to ridicule the everloving shit out of something horrible. Even worse than the cafeteria soups."

"Not to worry, Sugarbeard. I know just the director. Two words: Uwe Boll."

"Bring it. Let's start with the House of the Dead."

I put the movie on, and Clef just demolishes every decision the characters made, as well as two plates of lasagna. By the end of the movie, we're both a little tipsy. It's at this point Liam decided to be... silly. First, he got a pretty good dose of catnip. Then... he started with the kitty crack crazies. He zipped around the room, climbing the curtains. Then, lept on top of my bookshelf and knocked off a few plushies. He then stole one of the downed plushies, and began dragging around a Blooper by the tentacle. Blooper was then dropped into Clef's lap, followed by the inevitable crash after a half hour of being chaotic nuts. We're both laughing.

"Not gonna lie, Snowbunny. Liam is hilarious stoned." My crazy housemate is now passed out in the plushie pile, a Yoshi on his head askew. His chin is on Bowser's shell, and before long he's snoring.

We settle in to watch another absolute turkey. Not sure if it was the company or the fact that Uwe Boll can't direct for shit, but I don't remember much about what we wound up watching. I do remember the feel of his hands in my hair, his lips on me. I remember the feeling of absolute peace when we fell asleep on the couch together, him slipping under first. How blissful and serene he looked with his head on my chest, the light from the TV leaving highlights in his golden hair. The way he wrapped his arms around me. The man might have a reputation as the devil, but right now in this moment, he's divine. I press a soft kiss to the crown of his head, then I fall asleep.

[spork-guitar]

I wish this wasn’t Adrichat (alternate title: two hours i’ll never get back (i’m truly and deeply sorry))

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“Is this wrong? Am I crazy?” Adrien asked, eyes closed as Chat Noir stroked his hair.

   “No, you’re just struggling.” He leaned down to kiss his forehead. “But you’ll get through it. You’re amazing like that.”

   Adrien smiled, feeling a blush crawl its way up to his cheeks. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person who understands me.”

   “One person is all you need. Honestly, I’m flattered that you trust me enough to let me be that person for you. To let me hold you tight and give you that push you need to keep going. It’s more than I could have ever asked for from you, Adrien.”

   “I love you.” The hand in his hair stilled, and Adrien finally opened his eyes, looking up at his boyfriend, who audibly swallowed, green eyes glowing with something akin to hope in them.

   “Genuinely?”

   He sat up, taking Chat’s gloved hands in his own. “Absolutely. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life. I just trust you so much, you know? You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready, but I am. I love you, Chat. I’m not afraid to say it.”

   “Thank you. I… I’m sorry I’m not ready yet.”

   “It’s fine. You being here and spending time with me is the only thing I want from you right now. Don’t feel bad.”

   Chat stole a quick kiss and pressed his forehead to Adrien’s with a blissful smile. “It’s hard to feel bad around a guy like you. I can’t help that you’re more radiant than the sun. Not to mention carefree and dreamy.”

   The blush on Adrien’s cheeks went from pleasant to embarrassed as he pulled away with a frown and crossed his arms. “That was years ago. Why do you keep bringing it up?”

   A clawed finger curled under his chin, forcing his gaze back to Chat. “I can’t help that you’re cute when you blush, Buttercup.” Adrien was certain Chat could hear his heart pounding almost painfully. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I can’t stop thinking about you during battles, wanting to make sure you’re safe. If you ever got akumatized, I… don’t think I’d be able to fight you.”

   “I won’t get akumatized, kitten. Not while you’re around.”

   “Well, I guess I’ll never leave then.”

   “It’s pretty late, and my father would have a conniption if he found out you were here at all, much less sleeping over.”    

   Chat scoffed. “Oh, please. You never even see him, and he certainly never comes to you. We should do something daring, something… rebellious.”

   “Oh, no.”

   He snapped his fingers. “Let’s go on a date.”

   “What? It’s almost midnight, though, and we can’t be seen together.”

   “Right! It’s late, so no one will be out. If you’re really worried about people seeing us, we could always take it to the rooftops. If people are walking around up there, I’d have a bigger problem on my paws than the tabloids.”

   “I don’t know. That’s kinda risky, and all sorts of wrong.”

   Chat flung an arm around his shoulders. “So what? It’s time you got out of the house and did something fun for a change. You need a night to kick back and relax, no strings attached. Please? I promise I’ll have you back in time for your beauty sleep.”

   Adrien gaped, faux offended. “Are you insinuating I’m not already beautiful?”

   “Oh, come on. You don’t need me to tell you how handsome you are.”

   “Well, I never mind hearing it from you.”

   He sighed, getting down on one knee and grabbing one of his hands. “Fine. Oh great and wonderful Adrien Agreste, you’re more attractive than a magnet, you drive me crazier than catnip, and I would give up eight of my nine lives if I could spend the last one with you. Will you go out on a crazy rooftop date with me?”

   Adrien just stared, completely speechless as Chat’s soft lips brushed against the back of his hand, oddly entranced with the way his mask moved as he waggled his eyebrows in what was supposed to be a suave way.

   “Also, could you decide soon? My knee is starting to hurt.”

   He snorted. “You’ve gotten thrown into countless walls, trapped under large piles of rocks, and Cataclysmed in the ribs, and you can’t bear the feeling of kneeling on a tile floor?”

   “What can I say? Your beauty utterly floored me, so I tried to woo you with my lines. Luckily, I happen to be extremely versa-tile.” Chat stood up, pretending to dust off his suit. “Plus, I’m not crazy about floors. I’m more of a ceiling fan.”

   “You’re crazy.”

   “For you, you mean.”

   Adrien scoffed, fighting off a blush. “Whatever.”

   “Does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

   He made a big show of pretending to think about it. “Hmm… I guess if you bring me back before it gets too late. It would be positively scandalous to be seen in the middle of the night with Paris’ Bondage Blondie.”

   “Is that what they’re calling me now? Well, Mr. Model, I promise to keep you out of the public eye.”

   “There must be an ulterior motive, knowing you.” He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands. “Of course! You’re going to ravage me in a dark and shady alleyway where no one is around to hear me scream.”

   “While the thought has crossed my mind once or twice… a night, I simply couldn’t. I hope you know I respect you entirely too much to take advantage of you in any way. I mean it.”

   Adrien rested his hand on Chat’s bicep. “If we don’t go soon, we’ll barely have any time left for that date of ours.”

   A grin took over his face as he picked Adrien up, ignoring his protests. “Allow me to carry you like the princess you are. It would be a shame if such precious cargo got damaged.”

   He mumbled a “whatever” focusing on the very interesting blank wall off to the side over there and definitely not the feeling of Chat’s hands and how Adrien could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath and the smile he could see out of his peripheral vision. Nope. The wall was just… fascinating.