#my cats are rude

[zeldamacgregor]

Today I learned my cats will sleep soundly through a (minor) earthquake but if I sneeze all hell breaks loose and I’m a bad mom for disturbing the only nap they’ve ever had apparently

[miguxadraws]

demons being silly

au belongs to @spitinsideme

i love these sillies!!! also loved knowing that ragatha has cat-like behavior because they can be cute and chill but sometimes they just

[fungerisms]

horrid henry cuz ive been rewatching this series while working and im having quite a lot of fun with it :]]

[unexpectedbrickattack]

smorch...

[catboyidia]

my ffvii ships new years kisses:

- zakkura: zack gets really giddy and excited and kisses cloud as soon as new years hits, flustering cloud really badly in the process but afterwards they both cant help but smile at each other and giggle

- asg: they’re all about to just go for it but then they need to pause for a moment as they realize theres three of them… they debate trying to figure out how to make a three-way kiss work but quickly realize that wont work as they all literally butt heads, so instead they have to debate which pair kisses first and just alternate until they all get their kisses from each other, but it takes quite a while because if its genesis and angeal, sephiroth will get upset, he already feels like the odd one out in the relationship, but if its angeal and sephiroth, genesis will absolutely get jealous and throw a fit, so ultimately angeal takes one for the team and decides to let sephgen have the first kiss, and then they promptly decide to shower angeal with love and kisses afterwards, so he doesn’t feel upset about it

- tsengru: rufus goes in for the kiss immediately but tseng, being the rational one, puts his hand up to stop rufus and looks around to make sure no one else is looking, and once he’s sure the coast is clear he lets rufus kiss him, holding up his champagne(?) glass to block the view of their lips from anyone else (i dont know what people drink for new years or many kinds of glasses…)

- renorude(?): they’re absolutely all over each other, like full on making out, even before the countdown, without a care in the world, even as the excitement dies down and everyone else is done kissing, reno and rude are still going at it, leaving everyone else to just kind of awkwardly stare at the spectacle and just pray that they keep their clothes on

- aerti: they’re holding hands and leaning against each other, and as new years hits they both look at each other and giggle happily, just full of nothing but love as aerith leans in and kisses tifa, even as tifa seems a bit bashful about it

- tuestine(?): reeve is really reserved and nervous about it, but lets vincent lean in for the kiss first and then gently pulls down the collar(?) of vincent’s cape hiding the lower half of his face, making sure vincent’s okay with it first, and then they kiss, soft quick and sweet, though reeve is still a bit of a blushing mess that doesn’t know how to keep himself together afterwards

- valenwind: cid just grabs vincent by his stupid collar and pulls him down and gracelessly kisses him

[tennessoui]

wip wednesday but make it a short fic i wanna finish and post tonight

for fun you know (stressed) (based on this tumblr au)

“Excuse me, sir,” a man says, voice coming from beside his shoulder. Anakin keeps his eyes closed pointedly. If he just stays very quiet and very still, then maybe the man will go away. 

It doesn’t seem to work because a moment later, the man continues as if Anakin has given him any sort of indication that that’s an option. “Your shoes are untied.” 

Oh.

This again.

Anakin’s wrist, where the same words are written on his skin in dark blue soul ink, burns the way it always does when he hears that sentence. 

He can never tell if the ache is real or psychosomatic, if the lurch in his heart is a normal response to a half-connection—-a moment where someone speaks your words and you haven’t yet replied to either complete the match or prove it to be a coincidence—or if it’s just because Anakin’s a die-hard romantic and he always has been.

But today—today has been such a shit day. Today has been just such a shit day and he has no patience left for any well-meaning stranger, any lurches of his heart. He should have tied his damn shoes just to avoid this whole mess of an unwanted social interaction, but after nineteen years of having his laces untied, he’d just forgotten all about them as he closed up shop.

And now, this. 

When he opens his eyes and turns his head to face the stranger, he doesn’t actually think he’ll say anything but a very terse, thank you. Or I know. 

And then he sees the other man, an older guy with a well-groomed, perfectly trimmed beard, holding a jaunty umbrella that’s keeping the rain off of an impeccable looking fucking pea-coat in one hand and a dog’s leash in the other. The corgi at the end of the leash has on a fucking yellow raincoat, same shade as the umbrella, and when Anakin looks back at his face, the man raises a skeptical eyebrow, clearly having just given him the same sort of once-over he’s given the man and been struck deeply unimpressed.

“Mind your own fucking business, you fucking asshole,” Anakin snarls, stuffing his hands in his pockets and swinging back around to glare out at the busy street. The cars still have not slowed, the crosswalk light staying a faithful red.

The man beside him is silent for a moment, two. He’s probably never had anyone speak to him like that in his entire life, Anakin thinks derisively. Fucking uppercrust accent. Fucker puts a dog in a raincoat, he should be called an asshole more often, he’s obviously a fucking dick—

“Well, that’s no way to speak to a stranger,” the man says primly, and Anakin’s body feels electric because he’s had a shit day and he’s not about to stand here on this cold, dirty street corner and be lectured by a man who puts raincoats on his dog.

He whips his head around, mouth already pulled back in an animalistic snarl, and the man pulls his hand out of his coat pocket and shakes the sleeves back. Where a normal rich snob may have a heavy watch, this man’s wrist is empty—save for the tail end of the word asshole.

“Or to your soulmate,” the man adds.

[k4pp4-8]

Girls when they dont wanna finish their wips

[wellfine]

I don't know. if you take requests. but the idea of trans zoro isn't leaving my head no matter what I do. please call an ambulance (and make something if you'd like . no pressure have a great day) just throwing it out there...

Man enough people are already out here drawing trans zoro like it's their job (which it should be) for you to not have to send people random requests for free art

[naamahdarling]

She jumped into my lap, screeched at and stomped on Dried Pickle Man until he left, then clung to me like a baby while giving me a pleading look.

[teethflavoured]

i drew this cat. her name is swagpaws. shes a DJ she makes music with her little cat paws. thank u

[zeldamacgregor]

Today my cat had the ✨audacity✨ to look offended and get fussy when one of my hairs was on her. As if I don’t live every day covered in her and her sister’s hair.

[pushing500]

It's not Dire Wolf's fault that the power conduits got busted in that zzzt event!! Leave her alone! She's only smol!

If you weren't already convinced that this cannibal cult is very mean and nasty and evil, we just ate fifteen kitty cats. So that's something. We did get a persona core out of it, for whatever it's worth.

Garbage Gang ain't got nothing on Poison the Bionic Thrumbo (and Socks with knuckle dusters). We've got two waster prisoners now. We'll probably execute one and do the violent conversion ritual on the other. Maybe we'll get a cool waster colonist out of it, maybe not. We'll see.

I've often heard the story of how my dad proposed to my mum in the middle of a muddy country backroad during a rainstorm, so I always thought there was something especially romantic about rainy-day proposals.

My hearty congratulations to the future Mr and Mrs Buckeye, though!! <3 <3 <3

Finally, I was watching the countdown on the first of newly-engaged Buckeye and Magic Man's sapling children. It was going to become a baby any minute when all of a sudden...

Things happen so fast in the Daycare of Ecthuctu!! Nonetheless, welcome to Baby Blackthorn Buckeye, and congratulations to the Babalbil-Mossler family for adding another child to their ever-growing family tree.

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[cant-icle]

hi it’s me again. i also can’t stop thinking about like a rusty knife. what the FUCK do akira’s parents think about their strange child coming back from tokyo even stranger

That evening, tucked up together in their respectable bedroom in their respectable house in the respectable town they live in, Kurusu Hisoka hesitates before turning off the light next to her side of the bed. "Are we going to talk about this?"

Her husband, who has long since taken off his glasses and rolled over on his side, deigns to grunt at her.

"No," she presses. "Kazuo. We have to. That-- that boy."

Kurusu Kazuo, married to his wife for eighteen years and exasperated for each and every one, gusts out a sigh and rolls over onto his back. "Hicchan."

"That's not my son." It tears out of her, this horrible thing that she says, rips its way free from her breast and hovers bloody and menacing between them. The wound it leaves isn't clean; she's already short of breath, heavy and aching. "That's not my Akichan. You have to see it too. You have to."

A pause; Kazuo finally rolls to face her entirely. "Hicchan. We've talked about this."

"No, I've talked about this! You just bury your head in the paper and go 'yes dear', I know you don't listen to me! That boy doesn't move like my son, he doesn't speak like my son, he doesn't act like my son--"

"And what are we to do?" His voice is firm, but hollow. "We were lucky to get him back in one piece in the first place, after that man. He's a teenage boy, and he's back with his family. You'll see. Akira is still your son."

Hisoka takes a breath, another, wet, gulping. "I'll just have to remind him," she says, mostly to herself. "That he's my baby. That he belongs with me, with us, right? Once he gets his legs back under him, he'll realize he can stay here and be safe. No more of this-- escapism."

Her baby, her boy; she almost went mad the year he was gone, but Kazuo had expressly forbidden her from calling more than once a week. And half the time she could tell Akira wasn't even paying attention to her, could hear the low background murmur of voices behind him.

Her poor baby boy, all alone in that terrible city she'd barely escaped from. What a blessing it is to live here in Inaba, quiet and calm and safe.

What a relief it will be for her boy, her calm and placid boy, when he finally calms down and remembers who he is, who he's supposed to be.

[mud-castle]

How does dm!TPB go down?

With all due respect, I'm not condensing and writing down six books worth of plot down during exam week, especially when it's not all finalized.

If you have something a bit more specific to ask, I'll be happy to answer

Until then, have old old Dark Mirror art ft. Flamesong and his apprentice, Bramblepaw:

[the-meme-monarch]

i love baking it’s so fun! it’s really relaxing and great for de-stressing— NOT BREAD. NOT FUCKING BREAD FUCK YOU

[dagonetfeline]

Loosely inspired by Night in the Woods even if it doesn’t resemble it at all...

Found it kinda funny and decided, Why not? I like how it turned out though, some pretty hilarious stuff. I had fun doing the eyes...

Please no repost, is rude.