#some light biting

[the-meme-monarch]

loop my beloved

[royalpumpkinplanet]

[04tenno]

If you look at Tsuruno's hair real close, he's like a cat that got a patch shaved off at the vet's...

[skelekins]

=w= have another silly scar page - this time featuring shenanigans Soma & Fang belong to @smokbeast Snaps belongs to @didderd

:D Snaps tree doodle is a reference to the fic-thread didderd and I are working on. U can see the most recent update here

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

days where i have nothing to do: ohhhh im so sleepy im so so tired no one is more eepy than me

nights where i have to wake up at a set time: I Have Never Been More Awake In My Life

[the-random-tyler]

So stormblood huh

[sysig]

Blusters in, flusters out (Patreon)

[malikselfindulgence]

Marek and Mei's love language is biting and mauling and MK is the unfortunate culprit

[badolmen]

being a star wars fan is like. this is brilliant. this is hot garbage. this must be consumed critically. this is just fun cowboy wizard times in space. I want to throw George Lucas and Dave Filoni into the sun for their creative and artistic decisions. I want to thank George Lucas and Dave Filoni for making the best of star wars. there’s too much star wars it’s overwhelming. there’s too little star wars I need more. these other fans are horrible and I am not associated with them. these other fans are amazing and I would kill for them. I hate star wars. I love star wars. Fuck Disney

[b4bychist]

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[graedari]

Tron and Alan Bradley-Baines, my beloveds💖

Alan Grid Design by @radjerda as well as ideas for second drawing from #Tron Fights for the User(s' Children) AU

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[bonefall]

do you think wc cats would eat mushrooms? im pretty sure the answer is no bc identification + possible toxicity. but i think it would be funky for the cats to learn over time that "bright colors = 99% chance you will die" and "hey if we cook this it doesnt make us sick!"

i think shadowclan could do some cool shit with chicken of the woods. + possible oyster mushrooms (bc beech trees i think), pennybuns and puffballs for TC. jellyears could be interestimg too since theyre a bit more gelatinous

I had kinda ruled them out earlier, because in any case, they wouldn't have nutritional value to the Clan cats. I wouldn't want to just make human cuisine, y'know? It should be cat food.

But I just did a little more digging since this prompted me. Huh. Apparently cats DO have a taste for certain mushrooms, because of the presence of glutamate. That's an amino acid found in meat, and it would give mushrooms a flavor cats can actually perceive.

Even saw a couple stories of cats coming into kitchens after smelling cut mushrooms.

A little more reading seems to say that most grocery-store mushrooms are fine for cats, and there's even some micronutrients that can be good for a cat's coat.

So I can definitely use some. I may even jot them down as a replacement for spices, since sooo many of the human spices in our kitchens are straightup toxic to cats (oregano, mint, onions). There's even some suggestions here in the guide I'm looking at to use them as soup stocks-- helpful since ShadowClan is going to be making stews.

SO I'm gonna say YES to this suggestion- I'll look at more mushrooms.

Here is the guide I'm using btw if anyone has any cool anecdotes about mushrooms you think would be cool to translate into battle cat.

[gunsatthaphan]

I saw that Cooking Crush began filming today it looks cute tbh this is the one I was least excited for after Not Me I just don't know if Offgun will ever top it but with all of the other angst bl's going on this might be some good fluff.

yess today was Q1!!!!!

idk all I have to say about this show is they better make it good because after Not Me they have huge shoes to fill lmao. there's no way they're gonna top it but I'm hoping for something light + fluffy because god knows we have enough on our plates for the rest of the year lmao rip.

xxx

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i napped the entire day away and my dreams included, but were not limited to: big earthquake that, as it was happening, i was like "oh this is a bad one" and my stepdad went "its not that bad" - our house slid down a ravine into water / very vivid evening apocalypse that - after the blast hit and i died - swirled into sleep paralysis that occurred While I Was Dreaming (and i do mean swirled. i got whipped around like an inflatable tube man) / rich people sitcom where everyone was unbearable but i had my dear cat Letti with me / sound-based monster shaped like my mom that i kept from killing me via a funny joke (i didnt even get to finish my microwaved macaroni smh)

[caker-baker]

Bite

Stop it.

The vampire shoved part of their fist in their mouth, watching the hero do what they always did.

Being good was sometimes shed with immortality, with power, ripped away with bindings that once held a soul.

Heroes were good, even with power, even knowing it didn’t always amount to something important.

Was this hero important? Was this hero so worth it that for the first time in a long time, old tears found the way to the vampire’s eyes?

They were not good, and no vampire would fool themselves into thinking anything different. Reckless chaos was what vampires brought into the universe, and long since had peace been considered too idle for them.

Peace was a fool’s game, someone without power trying to reach it under guises of harmony and unity and what have you, and yet…

And yet and yet and yet.

People—breathing, delicate, heart pumping blood through their veins, run of the mill carbon copy people—tried so hard.

Stop it.

The vampire bit down on their fist harder, something in the back of their mind wondering how long it’s been since an action like that would have pierced the skin. The front of the mind was too busy to intercept, focusing on the flashing police lights, Hero talking to law enforcement as they handed off one more, amount to nothing important, good deed of a person.

This particular amount to nothing good deed had caught Hero’s eyes because of some thieving attempt.

Plebeian.

If the hero craved real justice, the vampire could manipulate the world just so they could set it right again. Topple the crème de la crème of society, expose the biggest of frauds in the world, create real chaos, chaos the hero could take time to fix, to do something other than nothing.

The vampire thought of their usual chaos, the fear in the night routine, urban legends walking among the carbon copies, waiting in the dark.

That wasn’t something the hero could fix, and yet…

And yet and yet and yet.

They walked the streets, escorted people home, waited in alleyways for urban legends to get to them first.

The police and the lights faded, and again, Hero waited in the streets, still for a moment to catch the swish of clothing in the dark.

“Hi again.” They greeted with a smile, glancing up at the source of the swish of clothing.

Taking their fist out of their mouth, the vampire hopped down.

One took a surprising amount of caution to seem a noticeable and unnoticeable perfect mix of human being. Hopping wasn’t part of the vampire’s life, but gliding would draw attention.

“Hi yourself.” The vampire greeted back, staying halfway in the dark. “You’ve been quiet around here lately.”

“You know me, I go where there’s high traffic.” It was meant to be a joke, the vampire could only assume.

“Burglars are suddenly high traffic?” They doubted the hero could see their raised eyebrow, shrouded in the dark.

“Slow night tonight. You plan on causing any trouble?” The hero smiled, and so did the vampire.

“Not tonight. My dance card is fully queued.”

The hero, long ago, assumed the vampire to be some sort of vigilante. They were never corrected, because the truth was far worse.

The back of the vampire’s mind spoke again.

Stop it.

“Oh?” The hero asked. “Should I be jealous? Here I thought I was the only one conversing with the tall, dark, stranger hidden in shadow.”

“You might not be the only brightly colored hero basking in streetlight that swings by here.” Their eyes glided across the hero’s form, only for a moment, only to see their vulnerability.

The hero snorted. “Can you tell them to back off, then? This is my area.” They made a show of posing in a proud manner. “Yeah. I’m kind of a big deal around here, so…”

The vampire snickered.

Do it.

“A big deal?” They echoed. “Please. Talk to me when you’ve overthrown an oligarch.”

The hero’s over-exaggerated pose deflated. “Hey. I’m working on it.”

And it could be done. Do it. They’ll forgive you. It might take years, but it’s years they’ll have. One day they’ll die. They can be mad, or they could be dead. Do it. Exposed neck. No witnesses. Bite. Them.

The vampire shoved their fist back in their mouth and stumbled back.

“Woah! Hey,” The hero walked forward, stopping abruptly when the vampire put their other hand out, signaling for them to stay. “Are you ok?”

The back of their mind, the front of their mind, thoughts of all kind mixed together. Sickening and kind, fragile and indestructible, before the curtain dropped on human emotion, after everything heightened tenfold, the need to see humans and mimic, the pull of chaos, and then everything in between, resting on the shoulders of this unimportant hero, who could live forever if they just–

Stop it.

Slowly, they lowered both hands. “Yes, apologies, I-”

‘I’ what? Come closer, little hero.

They backed further away. “I have dizzy spells.” What a horrid lie. “Sometimes I just need to be nearer to a wall, to rest.”

This didn’t cement the noticeable and unnoticeable human traits. The vampire was always the right combination of clumsy and agile, never before had they faltered. Dizzy spells?

“No big. Do I need to find you some water? Call anyone? One of those other brightly colored heroes?”

The vampire hid the brilliant grin that bloomed across their face, not that it mattered, they had fully immersed themselves into the darkness the shadows provided, meaning that the hero couldn’t see their eyes.

Sinking down the wall, the vampire looked to the hero, bathing in the streetlight.

Importance and unimportance. How trivial it all was in comparison to human force, vampiric chaos, a rivalry gone on for far too long.

Bite them. It’s a kindness, this gift.

“No. It’s only me, no one to call.”

The hero sat at the opposite end. “Consider me your emergency contact, then. How long do these normally last?”

Stop it.

The vampire enjoyed this human. This one force in the universe as a constant. But this constant wasn’t forever. They would die one day. Death was constant, Hero wasn’t.

What good was an inconsistent without their ability to be good?

“Not long.” The vampire stood again, the action taking more from them than they originally realized.

It wasn’t until the hero spoke again that they felt an unusual mortal weakness.

“Stay here.” The hero also stood. “I’ll get you some water.”

God, this ache in their chest was painful in a way they hadn’t known since their human death. The weak knees that buckled with the hero’s absence was a sensation they wished they couldn’t feel. Those old and stale tears once again sprung to their eyes.

Had they always been this dramatic? Had it always hurt?

Even the darkness that comforted and protected creatures like them was now suffocating, but suffocating it had to be.

The hero’s footsteps echoed around the corner.

Stop it.

[unnerving-presence]

sugar daddy wesker, picking me up from college 🎓 and seeing me talking to another man at the lobby

real wesker reaction to seeing you talk to any other man that isn’t him /j

no joke though you better hope whatever holes you got can survive whatever he’s planning for you 🫢