#kitty and orc

[cat-cosplay]

"The faintly lit passage ends in a crimson curtain behind which the sound of instrumental music flows faintly. Peaking around the curtain it appears to be a group of orc bards."

"Don't..."

"You've stumbled upon an Orchestra."

[everchased]

Is Finch actually that big in game, or is that just some stylizing? Cause I mean. Asterion isn't tiny. And. And if, if Finch is, big,

you think i would do that?

just go on the internet and lie???

[lamprini1234]

Madness Kitty

[praise-the-lord-im-dead]

A new friend <3

linktree

[salamifuposey]

lil' Battle Kitty fan art - just a fun lil interactive show on Netflix by Matt Layzell, give it a watch if ya can! these are just the little protagonists Kitty and Orc (along with his cute lil floofy tail Kitty plays with a lot) pff

[hotline8008]

We do the kitty walk 🐱 🎀

[mimithegoat]

love this show 

[isitfurbait]

Battle Kitty and Orc from Battle Kitty?

They are an adorable couple together with great chemistry. I have played this interactive show before and while it gets tedious at times like a children's video game that it is, these two are just a very specific kind of couple. They have zest, and that's what I'll say toward them. Yeah, they're furrybait, but once again, just barely.

[figs-oliomedley]

guess who finally watched Battle Kitty lol

I am absolutely in love with the ideas and character designs in this show, they are so amazing!!

a couple of sketches of the characters, colored and uncolored

[hyperactive-vampire]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but please please PLEASE watch Battle Kitty. It's so delightful and it makes me happy. And I believe it will make you happy as well

[battlekittyweek]

🎀Interest Check Open!🎀

The interest check for a Battle Kitty-themed prompt week, created and modded by @asterlilies , is now open! Feel free to fill it out if you'd like! 💖

[lovelywetdreamer]

💜🌸~Daily lives in an Orc Kingdom~🌸💜

You start your day by feeling your trusty orc butler giving your human kitty kisses

Your royal chief feeds you food while you are sitting on his cock.

You have a nice breakfast fitting and a nice gooey creampie for a queen.

You can't greet your precious people being dirty. You try to hold all the cum your royal chief left inside you.

Since you are human, your tiny kitty couldn't hold it all. Your butler shoves his thick warm orc tongue inside your kitty.

He licks all the cum out of you. You came once he wrapped his mouth on your clit

The butler made sure to rub soap down your soft plumpy body

He shoves a finger inside you. His finger could stretch you in half

After you got done being cleaning, you went to greet all your mighty warrior

They finally came home after winning a war against the human

That's how you are here because your husband traded you in for the orcs to leave the human alone. The orc didn't kill you but decided to make you queen

You gave all the warriors a mighty feast, wine, and sex

All the warriors have a chance to fuck your throat, kitty, and butt

You were resting on the table with cums just flowing out of you

Your butler gently carries your tiny human body back to bed. He places a sweet gentle kiss on your forehead.

This sexy orc was drawn by gondom

[littleapocalypsekitten]

Love is Inevitable

Cross-posted to my original writeblr, Rusted Dreams Stories Posted here because I think more people see me here, but please consider giving my writeblr a follow / reblog from there. One of those "Humans are Space Orcs" "Humans are Weird" type of stories, only instead of admiring us for our physical-endurance abilities, an alien species admires our emotional resilience.

Love is Inevitable  In the ages since contact had been made with the Earth and the human species, the other rational races of the Pan-Galactic Alliance had their various reasons for either abhorring or admiring them. A great many of the peoples admired Humanity for their general physical endurance – the ability to recover quickly from wounds and to withstand conditions that would kill a great many beings.  However, the Mhrr’ah held them in awe for a very different kind of endurance.  First contact between the two species was a bit awkward because humans could not help but compare the Mhrr’ah to a certain kind of pet animal they kept.  “Kitty!”  - They resembled bipedal cats save for the small horns upon their heads, longer, boxier faces and notable biological differences such as reproduction through eggs.  In turn, the Mhrr’ah compared humans to the golb, a small, bald, purplish-colored animal they kept as friends, although they were arguably more pig-like or doggish. Their respective choice of pets, strangely, was what had started conversation which led to the Mhrr’ah thinking of humans as particularly tough.  The Mhrr’ah were rather appalled that humans kept companion animals that did not match their own lifespans.  They were even more confounded by the ability of human beings to pick up and keep working and living after the loss of kin.  The Mhrr’ah were highly emotional beings. As soon as they had grown, they tended to part ways with their parents, but stayed in touch with their clutch-mates.  They formed attachments with mates and friends of similar health-status and age (and they did live long, by the human reckoning) so as to maximize the likelihood of a life together.  Most forms of conflict on their planet were a distant memory of ancestral forms because of this peculiar type of empathy.  If one Mhrr’ah in a friend or family group died, the rest of their strong attachments was sure to follow.  It was almost unheard of for one to lose a life-mate and not to have their own body shut down in pure despair within months of the event.  Conversations with humans brought up widows, those who had lost brothers, best friends, parents and animal companions time and again.  Humans spoke to them of Stages of Grief and of the ways they’d sought out each other to support themselves through it.  They spoke of ghost stories and mythical lands of the dead where some hoped to be reunited someday with those they’d loved.  The Mhrr’ah, who did not understand how one could fall, but not the others in one’s chosen circle would bow their heads in salute to the resilient human explorers and tradesmen they’d met if they ever had a sad story.   And that is to say nothing of other tales the humans told them – the loss of homes, the loss of friends though things other than death, various mental breakdowns that they could recover from.  This, to them, was far more impressive than any physical endurance that humans ever had.  The Mhrr’ah were a people who were careful to keep to small circles and careful to keep themselves safe. They tried to distance themselves from forming friendships with humans even as they’d formed partnerships of mutual benefit simply because they knew that humans felt strong emotions, too, but were shorter lived than they were.  A human might keep a Mhrr’ah in their memory if they’d loved and lost a friend, but a Mhrr’ah would not be capable of it for long.  In the end, they’d even formed attachments with pets knowing that they would outlive them by many spans.  When asked, the humans said something that resonated with all Mhrr’ah.  “We really can’t help it.  Love is inevitable.” 

[rusteddreamsstories]

Love is Inevitable

A "Humanity Fuck Yeah!" "Humans are Space Orcs" type of story, except that instead of an alien species admiring us for our ability to endure physical hardships, they admire us for our ability to endure grief.

Love is Inevitable  In the ages since contact had been made with the Earth and the human species, the other rational races of the Pan-Galactic Alliance had their various reasons for either abhorring or admiring them. A great many of the peoples admired Humanity for their general physical endurance – the ability to recover quickly from wounds and to withstand conditions that would kill a great many beings.  However, the Mhrr’ah held them in awe for a very different kind of endurance.  First contact between the two species was a bit awkward because humans could not help but compare the Mhrr’ah to a certain kind of pet animal they kept.  “Kitty!”  - They resembled bipedal cats save for the small horns upon their heads, longer, boxier faces and notable biological differences such as reproduction through eggs.  In turn, the Mhrr’ah compared humans to the golb, a small, bald, purplish-colored animal they kept as friends, although they were arguably more pig-like or doggish. Their respective choice of pets, strangely, was what had started conversation which led to the Mhrr’ah thinking of humans as particularly tough.  The Mhrr’ah were rather appalled that humans kept companion animals that did not match their own lifespans.  They were even more confounded by the ability of human beings to pick up and keep working and living after the loss of kin.  The Mhrr’ah were highly emotional beings. As soon as they had grown, they tended to part ways with their parents, but stayed in touch with their clutch-mates.  They formed attachments with mates and friends of similar health-status and age (and they did live long, by the human reckoning) so as to maximize the likelihood of a life together.  Most forms of conflict on their planet were a distant memory of ancestral forms because of this peculiar type of empathy.  If one Mhrr’ah in a friend or family group died, the rest of their strong attachments was sure to follow.  It was almost unheard of for one to lose a life-mate and not to have their own body shut down in pure despair within months of the event.  Conversations with humans brought up widows, those who had lost brothers, best friends, parents and animal companions time and again.  Humans spoke to them of Stages of Grief and of the ways they’d sought out each other to support themselves through it.  They spoke of ghost stories and mythical lands of the dead where some hoped to be reunited someday with those they’d loved.  The Mhrr’ah, who did not understand how one could fall, but not the others in one’s chosen circle would bow their heads in salute to the resilient human explorers and tradesmen they’d met if they ever had a sad story.   And that is to say nothing of other tales the humans told them – the loss of homes, the loss of friends though things other than death, various mental breakdowns that they could recover from.  This, to them, was far more impressive than any physical endurance that humans ever had.  The Mhrr’ah were a people who were careful to keep to small circles and careful to keep themselves safe. They tried to distance themselves from forming friendships with humans even as they’d formed partnerships of mutual benefit simply because they knew that humans felt strong emotions, too, but were shorter lived than they were.  A human might keep a Mhrr’ah in their memory if they’d loved and lost a friend, but a Mhrr’ah would not be capable of it for long.  In the end, they’d even formed attachments with pets knowing that they would outlive them by many spans.  When asked, the humans said something that resonated with all Mhrr’ah.  “We really can’t help it.  Love is inevitable.” 

[orcboxer]

god if I had a full voice I would probably be shouting and bellowing with excitement all the time. I would be downright hollerin when I see things like

a kitty cat

a sailing ship

the Sea

orcs

my friends

stir fry