#crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat

[isthemreadable]

It’s Honey! Honey is a female orange tabby - she lived with my family for a few months in spring-summer 2022. I snagged this pic from my moms FB page. In the post about Kurt, I mentioned this cat. Here she is!

The M is Perfect. Picture is blurry (was taken on a really crappy phone - then later cropped for this blog) but I was able to read her M!

#is the m readable #honey #perfect m’s

[jack-is-lost]

Inspired by this post by @steveshairychest​   Word Count: 1,317 Steddie Ficlet — Fluff/Soft Imagine/SFW Post S4 (AU - Eddie is alive and was never blamed for the murders)

A Decembers Snow Storm

It was snowing. The kind of dense snow that impacted roads, prevented people from going anywhere in their cars, and sent a chill right through your body despite layers-upon layers of clothing. Such a cold December day would have anyone sane curled up in a blanket, and hidden away inside with a hot beverage but not Eddie. Sure, he would have loved the prospect of not hiking around above ankle-high snow in boots that barely kept his socks dry, but this was important. 

Bilbo and Frodo were missing. 

The weather had turned ugly while he was asleep and Eddie gawked the moment he saw the outcome through his window. It took only a minute later for the burnet to throw on the warmest set of clothes he could find and run out the door. Abrade of negative words spewing past his lips in a rush, “I should have taken them in once December hit, I’m so stupid. Stupid - stupid - stupid, me — Fuckin’ shit, it’s cold outside.”

The next thirty minutes passed with Eddie crouching down to peer underneath trailers, built on porches, small sheds, and anywhere that had a sense of shelter to it. Ignoring how his knees became soaked or how his bare fingers ached after a while. More than once the thought of somebody else taking the two cats in crossed his mind. It would’ve been the favorable outcome, after all. Compared to imagining the two of them curled up somewhere, using each other's body heat for warmth, and shivering.

It took an additional hour wandering the nearby forestry area and roads before Eddie retraced his steps back to the trailer park — shivering and blowing hot air into his palms. That is when he heard something and stopped, silencing the crunching sound of snow being impacted from his boots. There it was again. The softest little cries before an orange head popped up around a fallen log, just on the cusp of entering back into the park. 

“Frodo?” The cat’s tail lifted, curling into a friendly hook-like fashion before jumping onto the log, escaping the snow that almost swallowed them whole. Eddie instantly scooped the orange tabby, just a few months older than a kitten, up into his chest. “Where is Bilbo? Is he not with you?”

The feline purred as Eddie scratched under his chin, all the while looking around the immediate area. It only took a few minutes before a darker-haired tabby hopped into view, bounding through the snow the best he could. “Bilbo! There you are, old man.” Eddie breathed a sigh of relief the moment he nestled both cats into his chest and zipped up the jacket halfway, leaving their heads in view, before cupping the bottom to make sure they wouldn’t fall out. “You two are coming with me. Screw this snowy tundra, huh? It’s pretty but it can also go fuck itself.” 

Eddie’s uncle's questioning face smoothed out when he saw the two furballs peering out from the jacket, the forms shifting and mewing. “Was wonderin’ where you ran off to in such crappy weather — especially with your van still here, but Ed’s... we can’t keep’em.” 

“I figured but the weather is shit,” Eddie gently unzipped and let them both out onto the living room floor, continuing as he watched the two cautiously prowl around. “And I can’t let them freeze to death out there.” 

Wayne scratched the back of his neck before deflating. “Fine, but only until the weather clears then they go back outside, you hear me?”  

“Aye - aye,” Eddie pretended to cross his heart. “You have my word, Cap’n.”

“I swear the weird shit that comes fumbling out of your mouth,” His uncle lightly laughed while shaking his head, before stepping into the kitchen to make coffee. “Want a cup?”

“Sure.”

This arrangement lasted a whole two days. It was good, at first. The cats settled in, offered all the cuddles, and ate little thin slices of leftover chicken. Then there was the fact they had no litter box. No actual cat food. No scratching posts — to which the cats decided the couch would make do.  Eddie’s uncle’s patience grew very thin after being woken up by the two felines' rough housing before dawn, a mug dangerously becoming a shattered victim on the floor. 

It came with no surprise, if Eddie was being honest, when Wayne brought up the local animal shelter as a conversation starter by day three. It was in vain, however, Eddie was not going to allow that. The whole idea was a gamble. The chance of them not getting adopted just as high as if they would. And, if they didn’t... Eddie refused to imagine the outcome. Instead, he came up with a different resolution. 

This is why he stood in front of Harrington’s big house, both felines nestled into his jacket once more. The van had barely made the trip. In such a small town it always took certain roads longer to be salted, especially trailer parks, but he had made it. Nipping at his bottom lip, nervous to see how well this will go over, Eddie approached the door and rang the bell. A couple of minutes passed. Eddie shuffled his feet and knocked. Again, no answer. 

“Maybe he isn’t home?” Eddie craned his head around and saw Steve’s car there, parked outside of the garage and barricaded by snow — showing no signs of moving since the storm came through. He turned back to the door and was just about to knock again when it opened, leaving his hand hanging there.

Steve, still in sleep attire and running fingers through messy strains, looked at the other as if Eddie ruined the most peaceful sleep he had ever had. “Do explain why you are banging on my door, Munson.”

“Well, good morning to you too, Sunshine.”

Eddie’s jacket shifted, drawing Steve’s gaze to the oddly shaped mass. They slowly crawled back up toward Eddie’s own eyes just as the misfit was about to talk. “The answer is no.”

Eddie closed his mouth and tapped his foot, running thoughts through his mind, before slowly easing out Frodo. The orange tabby came into full view. All big eyes and a soft ‘mew’. “How can you say no to such a cute lil’ fellow, huh?”

“Munson, I swear -”

“- C’mon, Stevie,” Eddie eased in a little closer, purposefully pushing the cat into the other’s arms. Who, by default of not wanting to drop the cat, instantly held on. “Think of it as uh... early Christmas present!” 

The deadpanned stare that met Eddie’s gaze made the wild burnet chuckle anxiously. It quickly melted, however, as Frodo pressed up to butt his furry little head underneath Steve’s chin, purring like a loud engine. “... Damnit. Fine! Come in but they are not staying indefinitely. I babysit enough as it is. Adding cat sitting to the list is not a plan of mine, Eddie.” 

Despite this, it took only three hours for Steve to warm up to both stray cats. It took only a week for both of them to be collared, and cozy in their newfound home. Steve would say it is due to his big soft heart, but a part of him would be lying if he denied Eddie not being a leading factor in it. Especially as he watched the other play with the furballs he admittedly named Frodo and Bilbo. Names that open the flood gates for an explanation of the whole story behind Lord Of The Rings. 

And, sure, Eddie told himself that the only reason he frequented the Harrington’s house was because of the cats. He wanted to make sure they were being fed and taken care of, but that slowly faded to the back of his mind the more he visited - the more he saw Steve caring for his little furry friends. Even if the other tried to secretly rename that felines behind his back!

#my writing #steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie imagine #soft and cute and wholesome

[captawesomesauce]

Proust Questionnaire

I was tagged by @somethingwendythiswaycomes. Thanks!!!

-- What is your idea of perfect happiness?

I guess I'm lucky to state that I've had it many times in my life. The moments when Mystic (The AwesomeCat) would lay down in my arms or across my chest, or when he'd fall asleep in my lap. The quiet times I get to spend with W, like when we went to the beach for her birthday, or when she is laying next to me and we're both reading.

I'm really an easy man to please... I like to laugh, I like good music, I like to read, and I love it when those I love are in my arms and beside me. Give me a big mug of ice water and I'm good to go!

-- Which historical figure do you most identify with?

I don't think there are any. I wouldn't even know where to begin ... I don't think I ever really see myself in anyone, but I know I am an amalgamation of so many that I have learned about, learned from, and those who have left a mark on me, both good and bad.

-- Which living person do you most admire?

I feel so let down by so many... those I respected that turned out to be just awful fucking humans, so filled with hate... I just don't have an answer for this.

There are those who I served with who rank highly in my mind, those who I fought fires with and responded to disasters with, those who do so much good in the world... and yet... to name one that I most admire... from cartographers to authors... I have a lot of people I think of.. but I really can't name one.

-- What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

My inability to understand my physical condition and limits. I still think I can do anything and everything and my body is like NOPE... but I don't have my head in reality yet... and it gets me in a lot of trouble when I push it.

-- What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Lack of critical thinking and people who are full of hate.

-- What is your greatest extravagance?

Ask W, I'm not really one to spend money on stuff. The only thing I do NOT skimp on is food! Eat well and live happy is one of my strongest beliefs.

Do not starve yourself, do not eat crappy tasting shit, do not torture yourself with carboard and licking wallpaper!

My rule is simple... all bills are paid, a nice chunk goes into savings, and the biggest expense is good food.

But unfortunately, that's "within reason" ... It's been a very long time since I bought crab legs, or oysters on the half shell. Even a good steak has become less and less since COVID made prices skyrocket. But flank steak is now 8 bucks a pound and a good strip is 10 so we got some :)

-- What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

Sentimentality is the first thing that comes to mind... and I'm a very sentimental person when it comes to things I own and experienced.

But the truth is, so many people use it as an excuse to not try new things, explore new places, or even just appreciate the joy that is the here and now.

People use it all the time as a cover for being afraid of change, and that's bullshit.

-- On what occasion do you lie?

I used to tell Mystic that he was the smartest cat... he was an orange tabby... you can figure that one out.

-- What is your greatest regret?

Not graduating from LMU...

--When and where are you happiest?

In a lazyboy, at night, with a big thing of water, some sunflower seeds, a good book, and a cat asleep on my lap.

-- What do you consider your greatest achievement?

The next one.

Sounds flippant doesn't it? For all I have achieved, for all that I have done, for all that I have experienced in my life... that was yesterday. Tomorrow is the intimidating thing.

I'll take a recent example for you - I remember looking at all of the emergency management training certifications.. AEM, CEMS, APS, PDS, NEMBA..... and going... NOPE... I'd never be able to take those classes, and I'd never pass if I did. There's too many, they're really difficult to get into, they're even harder to pass.

I now have 3 of the 5 and I only have one more class to get the NEMBA.

But those things are over... yes they were hard, yes they took so much out of me, yes I'm proud of them but...

It's one of those things where things I don't have seem so freaking incredible and amazing and difficult... but once I get them, it loses that AWE'ness... and I'm always chasing that for some reason.

Now if you ask me what am I most proud of - that's different.

I'm most proud of W... I somehow figured out the right combo of words and actions to get us to where we are today. I'm proud of our relationship, I'm proud of our life together, and more than anything, I'm proud of who she has become. Her work, her brand, her growth has been phenomenal... and so has her healing from both familial issues and the crap she went through in academia.

-- If you could choose to come back as something, what would it be?  

I dunno... a capybara maybe?

What is your most treasured possession?

Probably half and half between my camera and my books.

-- Where would you like to live?

Orange County or San Diego by the beach. In a single family home with a backyard and a nice garage. I want the nice weather, the nice access to all the things to see and do, the solitude of no noisy people above me or sharing a wall with me, and just all the things that make me happy.

-- What is your favorite occupation?

The space i'm in right now... pretty fond of occupying it to be honest! Next to me is pretty amazing too.

But job wise... I've always had a belief that work pays you to live life. You work to afford the things that matter... work doesn't. Work is a means to more! my I've had a lot of jobs... As a teen I helped my father now and then with his electrical contracting business... which meant that more often than not I was just a delivery driver or working in the warehouse. I also helped my mothers boyfriend who was a P.I which meant I would often plant listening devices, deliver hidden cameras, and even just sit on a curb with a hidden camera cause no one would think twice about some kid just sitting there for hours reading a book.

I did a lot of different things in the Marines... mostly with electronics and communications... I was a police and fire dispatcher... I was a firefighter and EMT for a long time... wildland, urban, even fire boats!

I have done emergency management, disaster response, and even humanitarian aid missions around the globe.

I worked for a newspaper for a little bit... I was an incident and arson photographer for the department....

I worked in the Career Counseling office at UCLA.....

I know I'm forgetting a lot... but I always worked... I always put in at least 56 to 96 hours a week, on top of going to school.

OH! I just remember another one, I handled police officer involved shooting investigations for a law firm.

But honestly, I don't think I ever had an occupation that was a favorite... if I had to pick just one... it'd be cartographer. Making maps makes me happy in a way no other job ever did, enough that I'm willing to keep doing it in my free time.

-- What is your most marked characteristic?

2 things - Mike Jokes and Mikepedia. People know me for my really really bad jokes, some people call them awful, some people call them terrible.... some people will warn you to beware of when I go "full on Mike!" I go through laugh smiling, happy, and laughing.... everything strikes me as funny.... even at the worst of times. But when you saw the things I did, did the things I have done... you don't survive without being a bit bent. Other drink, do drugs, go dark... I went light... I went with bad dad jokes.

Mikepedia is a special thing, or as W calls me, her personal F1 key (for those that don't know, if you press F1 on your keyboard, the help info appears!)

The #1 thing I hear pretty much every day from people is "How the fuck do you know that????" I know - a lot - about a lot. I started my educational endeavors as a BioChem major with a CompSci minor. I have papers that have fancy titles on them that say Earth Science, Meteorology, Geography.... I study fire, environmental science, urban planning and housing, geomorphology, disasterology, geology, and oceanography to name a few....

On top of that, I read... I read a lot... I read about history, and politics, and war, and recovery - recovery from war and disaster. I read about mysteries, and spies, and this and that, and more stuff!

I follow historians and news journalists and war correspondents and OSINT and this and that's on twitter and elsewhere so I get a good understanding of what is happening here and abroad.

And I still keep my feet solidly in the compsci/tech world, learning new languages, programs, technologies, and skills.

So yeah... between what I've done and what I've learned... it's a wide gamut of information to draw from.

--- What do you most value in your friends?

Honesty, a good sense of humor, being a good person, good critical thinking skills, not being judgmental, and actually giving a shit about people and friendships.

--- Who are your favorite writers?

First and foremost is Douglas Adams... his ability to make me laugh is 2nd to none. I don't even care about the plots or the stories... just the way he wrote was incredible and I'm so glad I got to read his books when I needed them the most!

Second would be Gerry Carroll. His death was a great loss to the military fiction genre. His books were so good I have them in hardcover, paperback, and ebook because I read them so much!

And a special mention to a guy of many names: Nicholas Cain. He wrote under the names of Nik Uhernik, Jack Hawkins, and Robert Baxter to name a few... but all of his books were some of my absolute favorites. From his Chopper 1 series to Saigon commandos, they're just my #1 non-guilty pleasure when it comes to reading.

--- Who are your heroes in real life?

At this point, I'm so tired of what I see in the world... it's anyone who has a good heart and isn't a fucking moron.

--- How would you like to die?

In my sleep, 10 decades after my 100th birthday.

--- What is your motto?

“This is not the end, it is not even the beginning of the end, but it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” - Winston Churchill

“Do it or don’t do it — you will regret both.” -  Søren Kierkegaard, from Either/Or

“I just took my mind off the hook for a bit. I reckoned that if the world wanted me badly enough it would call back”

and

“…there is no point in driving yourself mad trying to stop yourself going mad. You might just as well give in and save your sanity for later.” - Ford Prefect in Douglas Adam’s The Life, The Universe and Everything

#personal

[my-timing-is-digital]

[ Ooc: Ugh, the most annoying part about buying a new game is waiting for your PS4 to download it. It's taking literal lightyears. Pls, I just want to play this super adorable game where you are an orange tabby cat. Also, I've been a bit under the weather since last night (or maybe I was simply fatigued idk), but I still feel a bit crappy, so, I'll be writing replies again when I feel better. ]

#ooc // second officer's personal log #stray

[of-the-underworld-and-sea]

My Cats

So of course I can't make a post about my cats without the proper cat tax, but I just wanted to tell the stories of all my cats, how I got them and where their names came from. In chronological order because I can't show favoritism!

So first is Kindle, almost 8, the black and white Maine Coon on the left of the first picture. Yes, he is named after the e-reader. No I didn't actually name him, I just kept it. So Kindle is the son of a stray someone at my mom's job found. When they went to get her spayed, they were basically told, "Yeah, we can't do that, she's pregnant with six kittens." I'd been waiting to get a cat for about a year since I'd followed my family to Florida, so we got to lay claim to one of them.

So where did his name come from? Well, their young niece had lost her kindle (the e-reader) and where did she finally find it? With mama and the first kitten, who was surprisingly large since his mama was tiny. So they named him Kindle. At first I thought it was a silly name and I would immediately change it, but he looked just like one of my childhood cats who passed young, and I couldn't come up with anything else. So I kept it and honestly, I love the minor chaos his name being the same as a e-reader (which I'll admit is the kind of e-reader I actually own lol.)

Second is Darrion, 4 turning 5 in a couple months, the gray and white tabby with Kindle. Ah, Darrion, I do love that kitten nugget. She's absolutely my familiar and stuck with me for this reason, and I love her so much. My first apartment, soon after I moved in, one of my roommates and I found her and her siblings and decided to take them in and get them fixed since there was a huge feral cat problem in our area.

She hated us the whole time. Wanted nothing to do with us, wouldn't even look at us most of the time, and would his and scratch at us. So I named her after a bitchy ex-coworker. I didn't know I'd end up keeping her, and honestly I do love the name Darrion a lot. It just didn't come about the best way. Anyways, so once we got her and her siblings spayed/neutered, we released the girls because we thought they were too feral and would be happier, and at least they wouldn't be able to have kittens and make the problem worse.

Our neighbors picked up her sister, but Darrion stuck around us. She'd wait for me to get home from work, she'd walk with me to the mailbox, and just hang out with me outside in general. There was a bad storm one day, so since I knew she was healthy and flea free, I let her in with Kindle and I to wait out the storm. Well, they were instantly best friends, which if anyone knows cats, they know how rare this is. They never fought once, and still haven't. They play, they snuggle, they clean each other, but no fighting. So she joined the family.

And last but certainly not least, Saphiya, age around 2 now (though they said she was two when I got her, but there's just no way according to my vet) the gray one in the solo picture. This little one, though not visible in the picture, is a tripod. I met her at a cat café with my brother and sister-in-law, and immediately fell in love. I didn't need a third cat, I was at the time in a crappy tiny apartment (450sqft and no proper AC in Florida) but I needed her. I'd been walking to the back of the café to meet another cat I saw, and immediately this little goof was yelling at me like "hey, I'm here too" from her hiding spot in the corner. She came hopping out and I knew I needed her.

She'd only just lost her leg recently, she was still shaved from the procedure, but you'd never know it from how she got around, though she has only gotten better and better balance since I adopted her. I named her after Sapphia from the webcomic High Class Homos, who has a prosthetic leg and a big personality, just like my little Saphiya.

And that's the story of my cats! I just felt compelled to share, because really, who doesn't love hearing about cats?

#cats #personal #familiar #pets

[merryslilhobbit]

Slept like shit last night & had 2 exceptionally weird dreams.

1. Everyone thought I was pregnant. Like, I went for a scan, the doctor told me I was pregnant. But as I got nearer my due date I hadn't got any bigger & hadn't felt any movement. But everyone around me was convinced I was pregnant. I kept telling them I wasn't but no one would listen. I was booked in for a certain date (20th May, no I don't know why) at this crappy hospital I'd never heard of on a crappy island nearby that I had to get a ferry to (no such island exists in RL) near me. Then I started to worry that maybe I was & I hadn't bought anything babies needed.

Note: I have never been pregnant in RL, nor am I ever likely to be.

2. A tabby cat got run over by a car. It didn't die. It got up again, then when another car came along it lay down like it was dead. Back up again after the car passed. On repeat. Then a woman in a red car came out of a side street & I shouted at her that someone had run over the cat. Properly shouted.

Why can't I just have dreams where F1 drivers show up and whisk me away???

#rl #mlh rl #dreams #wtf?!

[arctic-hands]

So anyone who follows my tumblr knows how fucking big Everest is and how tiny Nerys is in comparison.

WELL FEAST YOUR EYES

[Image Description: a small black skinny kitten, a few months old (five? I want to say he was four or five months at most here), nomming on the head of a flopped over larger gray and brown black stripped tabby/mau mix. End ID]

#one of their rare moments of playing when he was kitten #she tolerates him now but hated him then #if i remember he currently he ambushed her #crappy 2011 flip phone is crappy #this popped on up my Facebook reminder today #cats #black cat #tabby cat #image described #Everest #Nerys

[bowandbanjo]

She likes to hide behind my banjo

#crappy iphone photo #banjo #instrument #music #folk #cats #tabby #photography #a e s t h e t i c #my username is not a lie I do indeed play a banjo #i also play a banjolele #my banjo is named Benji after a horse I used to ride- not Ben Lovett #i’m also married to my banjo #my cat is my child #so is my banjolele #my guitar is my side bitch

[justalonelyslytherin]

[WIP / Upcoming Plans]

100 Follower Celebration

Happy Father's Day Series - (collection for multiple ce characters)

Drabbles & Blurbs (collection for all the characters)

Marvel

Avengers Olympics AU (Coming soon)

Little Spiderbro Series (series) (Peter Parker x sister!Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader)

My Kingdom, Your Kingdom (series) (King!Steve Rogers x heir apparent!Reader of a enemy kingdom)

Affection - Skinny!Steve Rogers x Reader, 40s au

Happy Father's Day - Skinny!Steve Rogers, 40s au

Happy Birthday to you and me - Steve Rogers x Reader, soulmate au

Happy Father's Day - Nomad!Steve Rogers

Nursing Our Hearts Back Together - dragon!shifter Steve Rogers x witch!Reader

Ransom Drysdale

Happy Father's Day

Birthday Sweater

Sicknesses

Apologies are hard - Sequel to Sicknesses

Wearing each other's clothes - flufftober2022

You kept this? - flufftober2022

A Place to Come Home To - tabby!shifter Ransom x Fae!Reader

Ari Levinson

Happy Father's Day

Spelling Mistakes

Braids

Oh So Tempting

Home Sweet Home

Blankets - flufftober2022

Reunion - flufftober 2022

Top Gun Maverick

Legacies (series, ongoing) - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Kazansky!OC

The Competition never ends (series)

Hold Me Close - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

It's You - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader, sequel to Hold Me Close

Nightly Confessions - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader, childhood best friends to lovers

Ring Engagement Process - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader, proposal

Game Day - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader, flufftober2022

Secret Family Recipe - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader, flufftober

Headcanons:

Convincing Hangman to get a cat even though he is a dog person

Hangman as a dad of two

Thigh squeezes with Hangman

Charmant extroverted Hangman with a shy girl

Peaky Blinders

A Heartfelt Talk

Ada and Tommy's bond had always been a special one. So what happens when Ada gets engaged and Tommy realizes that his little sister isn't so little anymore.

When Tommy suddenly vanishes at the little engagement party the Shelbys are throwing Ada goes to investigate and has a heartfelt talk with her older brother.

Headcanons

The Shelbys coming out of anesthesia

The shelbys and the gifts of their blood

what magic and little gifts the members of the family have inherited

Marvel

Nick Gant (Push)

Fanart for the Lucky Charms AU by the fantastic @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics

Crappy Jersey

Relations Chart

Bug's 'Team Literally Anyone Else' shirt

Pucks for Paws shirt (+ baby Mary's onesie)

Pucks for Paws all the Player's Numbers

Peaky Blinders

Fotosize series

A series of 10x15cm (4"x6") sized art pieces. It's my love letter to the show, which has been one of my favorites since I discovered it.

Linda Shelby - disheveled

Michael Gray - (wedding) suit

Polly Gray - The Queen of Peaky Blinders

John Shelby

In the kitchen

In the kitchen w. background

Ada Thorne

Scolding

Tommy Shelby

pouty bts

Michael Grey

Smoking

(Wedding) Suit

#peaky blinders #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #art #peaky blinders headcanons #steve rogers #peaky blinders fanart #masterlist #sly's masterpost #sly's art #sly's writing #artists on tumblr #art stuff

[allmightsprettyhousewife]

How would you feel about some Yan Aizawa and reader where the reader actually does escape for quite some time (changes names, appearance, moves far away, and really does everything needed to be done) and just. Is accidentally found, like Aizawa, while always looking for them, had been in that area for something completely different. Like oop shit luck is playing on both sides there. (How does it go down in your opinion?)

"I will ALWAYS find you" - Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Author's Note: This one was really fun to write! Thanks for the request anon! Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping Reader Specifications: Gender neutral reader Word Count: 546

Slowly Shouta slid from the tall window, landing on his feet less gracefully than he wanted to. His hands snuck up and reached around to grab his capture weapon, eyes scanning the plain living room.

A tv, a beat-up couch, a crappy coffee table, and a couple of plants in the corner.

It was nothing special.

"Mrreow?" A small cat peeked in around the corner, her blue eyes staring up at the intruder.

"Huh. Hey, kitty." Despite better his judgment, he crouched down and stuck his hand out. "Come here, yeah, there you go."

His coos beckoned the cat over, the tabby pushing his head into his hands. He stood up after he got his kitty fill and continued on his mission around the apartment.

He surveyed the rest of the apartment, it took him less than a second because there was hardly anything.

He turned down the hallway. He peaked into the open door, a dark bathroom laying in behind the door.

'The other door must be the bedroom then..' He thought to himself.

Shouta didn't really know why he was here. He got an anonymous tip. In the envelope there was an address and a written statement, "I found what you're looking for... Thank me later. :)" He just... Had a feeling. And if it's one thing that Shouta Aizawa does, it's that he trusts his gut.

He creaked the bedroom door open, expecting some kind of gangster that he had been tracking. Only to find nothing behind the door.

He sighed and rubbed his face.

"What a waste of my time..." He grumbled to himself, but shuffling around things anyway to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"Tabby! I'm home!"

Ice ran through his veins the shock of hearing that voice after years of looking for them, here they are. Just walking into their apartment like nothing happened. Like they didn't run away from the only person who could love them, who could protect them.

He moved over to the door and slowly pushed it closed. He pressed his ear to the wall, listening to his baby moving around.

Shouta pushed himself up against the wall behind the door, listening as their steps grew closer to the bedroom. He reached up and grabbed at his capture weapon.

The door swung open.

He watched from the shadows as they moved around the room. When their back was turned he pounced.

He pinned them down onto the bed, shoving their head into the mattress.

So much was different... Their hair was sloppily dyed a dark color, they wore different colored contacts, there was even a tattoo covering the tattoo of his name on the back of their neck.

Despite the struggling, he kept them pinned with a knee to the back. While his anger was fresh, the love and relief to have them back in his arms sated him for now.

"Missed me.. Kitty?" He growled lowly in their ear.

He chuckled while their body tensed up under him.

"You didn't really think you could get away from me? Even in this little disguise, you're all mine. Now.. It's time to go home." He pulled them up by their arms. "Just maybe you can make it up to me and I won't punish you as bad." __

Likes and reblogs always appreciated! :)

#i would never run from him <3 #Shouta Aizawa #Aizawa Shouta #Shouta Aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x you #yandere Aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #ybnha

[cypressbranch]

i do not know if i am allowed to ask for another hypokit but. mousewhisker x minnowtail OR bramblestar x ashfur x crowfeather

Killing two birds with one stone here (sorry i think the crappy dad polycule is great but yknow 😭) so Minnowmouse kids!

Pepperstep, Harenose, Dripripple aaand Kelpsstone! Wowie! Our first fourfer! Lets hope we never get a twelfer. Pepperstep is a fluffy dark grey and white she-cat with speckles all over her legs, feet and her face! And she has cute little speckled beans! Harenose is another dark grey and white cat, being a tom this time with a sleek face and long ears. Dripripple is a fluffy tufted blue-grey tabby she-cat and Kelpstone is a peppy deeply colored calico!

Getting more into their personalities! Pepperstep is very bouncy and fun very much apposed to her littermates, Harenose is quiet and mysterious, almost to a point where hes considered a cryptid since no one knows whats up with him and why he comes off as so creepy, but he doesnt care, his family loves him! Dripripple is also quiet but more to a VERY shy extent, she goes EEP when someone approaches her and often hides in the darkness. Kelpstone is just kinda basic! Courageous and kind, probably protag material. Maybe. In a boring protag way.

#hypokits #minnowmouse #warrior cats #wc #warriors

[quartermera]

Cat Café with Smoker

🐱: Cat café

Needless to say it was your idea to go.

You had found out about the cat café via one of the festival's booklets, where it was advertised as a small and cozy place. There was also information about its owners: a single lady and her 12 furry friends.

When you entered the café, you were welcomed by a soft smell of coffee and a greeting from a young woman standing behind a wooden counter. She smiled at you and motioned for the two of you to walk closer.

As you looked around, you noticed a large glass panel and door, linking this part of the café, which was quite small, to a larger room. You could already spot a few cats lying on the other side, but no clients. The two of you were the first to arrive.

Turning your attention back to the owner, she kindly explained you the rules of the café. The cats were the masters here. They were to be left alone, especially if they were sleeping, unless they walked over to you. You were of course free to play with them if they felt like it and you could also buy them treats. Aside from that, all she required was for clients to order at least one drink or snack per hour and to wash their hands before entering the larger room.

The owner motioned towards a sink behind you before asking for your coats, which she would keep safe from any cat scratches.

You handed them over, washed your hands and she opened the door for you.

The back room was filled with various light and dark grey furniture. Cats were lying over the couches, chairs and floor whilst menus were resting on the tables. Against the wall, high enough to be out of reach for most people, was also a parkour exclusively for the felines. This way they could get around the room without having to approach clients. You smiled at the thoughtful addition.

The whole place was indeed cozy and small and comfy. The ad hadn't lied.

After your inspection, you settled in a couch next to Smoker. Leaning against his side, his arm around your shoulder, you looked at the menu with him. Once your drinks ordered and served, you wondered: "What do you think?" You were asking about the café.

"It's nice," he started, "It's relaxing. I could come here again."

You smiled at his answer before turning your attention to a cat who was waking up and stretching. You walked over to them and started petting them. After a few seconds, you settled next to them and the cat eventually walked over you. You kept on scratching the feline behind their ears as they pushed their head into your hand appreciatively.

"Y/N?" the familiar voice of Smoker called out.

You looked up to him and had to keep in a laugh. The other currently present cats of the café seemed to have had woken up and were enjoying your partner's presence. An orange tabby was sitting on his left thigh, looking up at him, while a russian blue was lying down on the right one, eyes closed and looking rather appeased. One more cat was sitting on either side of him while a last one was standing on the back of the couch, sniffling Smoker's ear.

Smoker himself looked rather amused by the whole situation.

"I think they like you," you stated as a matter of fact.

"You think?" he responded ironically.

Picking the cat in your lap into your arms as you stood up, you walked over to your partner. Inspecting the scene for a bit longer, you finally said with a chuckle:

"Well, I guess we'll have to stay until they free you. What will you want to drink next?"

Oh, well this was a challenge ^^" Hi @issatheartist <3 Thank you for your request! I hope I didn't disappoint. Tbh it was my first time writing Smoker so I really hope I did him justice even if he barely speaks. I'd love to hear your opinion ^^ Also I rewrote this bc the first version was so crappy hahaha!

Summer Festival Event Prompt List

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece smoker #smoker x reader #smoker scenario #smoker imagine #nille writes #gender neutral reader #race neutral reader #summer festival event

[wolfie180g]

So Danny, my nearly 15 yr old tabby cat, has been "helping" me relax for sleepy time by kneading my neck. It's been going on for months now. Every night without fail because he thinks *I* like it. He thinks this because when he did it one random day, I laughed and took some crappy video and made a fuss over how cute it was.

Danny is just purring his head off, right now, proud of a job well done and my neck is getting steadily gored on a nightly basis. I love my boy so flipping much!

#Cat #Danny #Shut it wolfie #Kitties none of my other lil murder beasts want to knead my neck flab #That makes danny my fav lol

[annakie]

Well, I had an eventful morning.

Longtme followers probably know, I have a penchant for rescuing cats occasionally. (See my “Rescue Kitties” tag for more info.)  It’s been awhile since I actually rescued any kitties, though there is a soft orange tabby (Already TNR’d by someone, yay!) who I’ve been taking care of who hangs in my backyard all night who’s gonna be my next project.

Anyway, I usually go and check in on Patchy, the bedroom cat, several times throughout the day.  I’ll look in the backyard to see if the orange kitty is out there, or any squirrels, or whatever.

This time, I noticed movement under my old crappy lawn furniture.

Said lawn furniture is almost never used by me, not in years, but it is a nice warm place for stray cats to sleep.  I am aware that they need cleaning / new cushions but meh, whatever.

At first I thought something had fallen back there, or maybe the possom who sometimes visits, or a squirrel, or a momma cat... but I went outside and looked and nope... two small dogs.

Today is a “normal cold” day in Dallas for winter, meaning it’s in the 40′s and partly cloudy.  Not deathly cold, but not pleasant.  These two were huddled up together on the concrete, taking what little shelter they could find.

Still not a warm place to be, but at least it was semi-sheltered under the patio then under the chairs.

I do keep a very cheap but warm blanket out on the patio for stray cats (though the orange cat won’t sleep in it) so I slowly did what I could to wrap that around them a little bit, though the brown dog growled if I got near, at least giving them a little more warmth.  I also went and grabbed a big handful of the cheap cat food I give the orange stray and filled a bowl full of water.  I basically threw the food at them (gently) and set the water nearby, then took these pictures.

The way the brown dog growled, I didn’t at all feel comfortable trying to touch or pick them up at the time, and didn’t want to scare them away.

I posted in a couple of Facebook groups, (and got a lot of well-meaning people giving me the same advice over and over.)  I really didn’t have the time this morning to do much more, as I had a few meetings both this morning and early afternoon for work, and I figured I’d give people time to see the posts and claim the dogs.

About an hour later, I got a message from a lady with a local rescue group, offering to come take the dogs and get them help.  After checking them out for a minute, I agreed.  I felt bad about having the poor things out in the cold but also felt a little stuck about doing more. About 30 minutes later two ladies with the rescue showed up with their rescue equipment, including very heavy gloves.

The white dog came easily, and after being wrapped up, one of the ladies checked his gums and said he’s in bad shape.  The other dog is most likely his momma, her nipples were out and full.  And she took about five minutes of finagling and coaxing.  We tried giving her wet (cat) food, and finally they fashioned a leash and got it around her neck, then threw a blanket over her and grabbed her up.

I got to hold the little white boy while they were working on getting the brown dog out, and the poor thing was shaking even while wrapped in a blanket and pressed against me.  Also, he peed on me a little. :D

The brown momma also wasn’t in great shape, but not as bad as her son.

I heard from the ladies a bit ago, and both the dogs are at the vet now.  I doubt they had anyone who cared about them, they’d been outside for a long time they think.  Likely the white boy was the only surviving member of the mom’s litter.

I hope they’re going to be okay, and I’m really glad they’re getting the help they need.  Really glad I was given the chance to help some pups out today, hopefully they recover and find good homes. <3

#rescue kitties #except doggies not kitties #but hey tag organization right #personal post tag thingy #ngl i kinda did fall in love with that white dog a little #but i do not want a dog

[kiwibirbs-library]

Could you do shinsou headcanons for him falling in love with an s/o that has a dog? The dog is like medium sized and is energetic and hyper when you first meet it but then mellows out and just naps the rest of the time! If it’s not too much of a bother!! Thank you so much!!

a/n: I. Love. You. And. You. AINT. Never. Gunna. Forget. It. THANK YOU YES MAAM/SIR/MAJESTY WILL DO!

So I hope you don’t mind but I did use a bigger breed of dog just cause I’m in love with the scary dog that’s not scary so hehehe

Also message to others who have sent a request I’m sorry it’s going slowly I’m getting them done but I’m not posting them yet I’m so so sorry

So ya see you got Poppie about a year ago

You had just moved out from your crappy apartment and had been looking into getting a pet for a while so one morning around 9am you said screw it and went to the pound

Now there were a lot of animals there that would have been more.. well... better suited for a first time pet owner

There were small tabbies (almost got one), there was an older calaco (that one too), an amazingly well behaved begal (literally seconds away from getting it)

But right in the back you saw this large Doberman

He didn’t come up to the front to see you

Honestly seemed like he was glaring at you from his little corner there ngl

But you took one look and said “yes sir that’s my shit right there”

And so after paying an amount that you are uncomfortable thinking about the front desk lady gave you a collar and a leash, had you sign too many papers, and you were off

Now you knew you need to go to the pet store to get some things

Cause this dog was not what you thought you were getting

But the way this guy brightened when you clipped that leash and left

Good god

Anyways that’s the origin story if you want to call it that

Lmao imagine having an origin store for a pet owner

Couldn’t be me

Anyways I’m getting a cat tomorrow

AHEM AHEM

SO

Now you and Poppie know what’s up with each other

So you know how to calm him down scarily fast

That does not mean however that he is always calm

Example a would be today

Let me set the scene for you

2am, 24 hour convince store across from your house, a bag full of ramen, and you chilling for a second before heading home

As every love story should begin

Anyways you were situating yourself before you went home, Poppie being the best boy and not even needing a leash as he watched you

And then he hears something in a bush

Yes all you dog owners knows what’s gunna happen it’s the cursed bush brush

So he goes barreling up to this bush and just dives in

You freaked out and chased after him only to find his wagging his tail like a maniac and laying on top of someone

Your already apologizing to who knows who as you pull on Poppies collar and get him up

Then that wonderous thing happens

And you meet eyes with the poor guy that got tackled

And all you can think is how freaking pretty this man is

Like damn

Mama really just walked out of a magazine ad for some soap or something

“I am so sorry are you— oh wow,”

“Um it’s alright,” now shinsou is just like what the frick just happened

He was just on patrol and took a breather behind this bush and 0.3 seconds later he was on the ground and getting slobbered on

But now his ‘attacker’ was sitting obediently next to a very attractive human who had got him off him with little to no effort

Shinsou couldn’t even get that dog off him

And he’s a pro hero

So y’all just were there for lie a solid half minute before Poppie moved and your concentration broke

You reached a hand out to help him up and he took it

He offered to walk you home to be safe

Suddenly (lol shut up you totally didn’t go out for ramen at 2am all the time now) you two kept running into each other

And now here you are two years later

A large dog snoozing at the foot of your bed

An equally large man asleep on top of you and hugging your waist like it was his life source

And munching on a granola bar he grabbed for you before passing out

Not a bad life to be living in my opinion

You two do this a lot actually

After about a month or two the tension sexual or otherwise was enough to drown someone and he asked you out

He barely even goes home now

He just ends patrol and goes to your house and crashes

Poppie absolutely loves him

You taught him all the tricks to calming him down and now they’re best buds

Taught him how to play dead and it’s the funniest thing to watch

Shinsou makes a hand gun and gives an unenthusiastic yell of ‘BANG’ and Poppie will flop over immediately

They have fought over your attention before

You were dead asleep after work

And his oh was about to come nap with you when Poppie beat him by a second and stole his spot

Don’t even ask me how Shinsou argued with a dog but he did

Took him 30 minutes to comprise

And even then it was just you waking up and scooting over a bit

Shinsou loves to watch you throughout the day and finds your interactions with Poppie hilarious

“Poppie can you go get that paper on the table?”

Poppie: happily gets paper and somehow understood which one

Shisnou who is located at said table: “I’m right here you know”

Shinsou patrols the morning so he has a habit of being really quiet when he comes in so he doesn’t wake you up

It scares you sometimes when he just materializes next you

Literally you’ve made Poppie do the nail scratch scramble thing by screaming once cause it scared you so bad

One his days off he likes going on walks with you guys

But he’s funny and only really does it if it’s not sunny out

Like raining or snowy or cloudy

If it’s sunny he likes to stay and smother you so much you can’t leave

Once he came home after patrol and found you and Poppie absolutely knocked out on the couch

From what it looked like it seemed like you were waiting for him

He went to move you and Poppie just like

Moved you away

And took your spot

And Shinsou was just standing there

Huge ass dog in his arms

His girlfriend still on the couch

Almost died right there may I tell you

Anyways here’s a small short story of one time he thinks about a lot:

I never really understood why people found 3am stories so funny until that day.

I had gotten off patrol early, Midoryia wanted to take some extra shifts and happily took half of mine. When I went through the door I was expecting the dim lamp to be on like always, something Y/n always did so I didn’t trip when I came in. But instead the whole living room was lit, the kitchen lights on too, and music played loudly throughout the house.

As I went to where the music was loudest I heard heavy footsteps in fours and brassed myself for an impact. Poppie came running over from the kitchen before sliding to a stop in front of me. I’m thankful he did really. The scene in got to look up too is something I can still remember vividly to this day.

Y/n came sliding Oi the entrance to the kitchen, her pajamas on and her hair up in a screwed up ponytail. The way her face brightened tiredly when she saw me or how she ran over to me and jumped me. I don’t know if it was when she kissed me or if it was when she wrapped her legs around me so she didn’t have to stand anymore. Maybe it was all of these. But this was the moment I knew that she was it.

I had fallen in love.

#mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #shisnou fan fictions #shisnou Hitoshi fanfiction #my hero academia x reader #hitoshi shinou

[ask-kitom]

I hate to ask and I'm not usually one to beg online but I'm in dire need here.

I live in a crappy little town in Iowa with my husband and our 3 cats. We moved here from Arizona for a better life and spent literally every penny to get here (not to mention we still owe MORE to get our things back from a storage company that is basically a scam) as it stands now all our money is spent on gas to get to work and rent.

After some unsavory events today and yesterday I'm asking for help.

I need to move and it needs to happen now, today has shown me that I and my family are not safe where we are.

Yesterday started out normal as can be and we were expecting an Amazon package of literally underwear and socks for my husband. My mom was able to scrape some cash for us since all our clothes were left with this moving company and he has had one pair of socks and one pair of underwear I've been sink washing daily as we don't have laundry available near by.

My package was stolen for starters, some teenager took it (we still don't know who) and they eventually tossed the shredded bag and items at my door before running away.

Okay, bad things happen I get it some people suck but it didn't end there.

Some hours later the woman living above us decided she was going to do some kind of drug before literally screaming at my door, then throwing herself against said door until it nearly broke off it's hinges.

The police took half an hour to show up. Their station is less than five miles away.

We were going to let this be, comfort the cats, and do our best to move on but it didn't end there.

Next we were treated to some "handyman" that was able to wedge the door into place enough it can close, but not before making several racist comments about how "the (n word slur) (f word slur for homosexual men) are going to steal the tools"

I screamed, I cried, I physically threw his $10 worth of shitty tools onto the lawn and called the landlord for the 8th or so time in two days informing him what happened and why this man isn't allowed near my home or family ever again or I'm calling the police again.

Some hours passed and I was feeling a bit better only to find a man who was previously seen staring I to our window when we were moving in attempted to steal one of our cats by way or ripping bug screens off the windows and reaching in after our orange tabby who thankfully got away as I screamed.

That brings me to today... Today I was verbally assaulted yet again by the woman who abuses drugs from upstairs. She screams at me often, calls me horrid things, and threatens my life.

The police laugh and say "yeah sounds like her" but do nothing unless she becomes violent enough to break my door down. My cats are in a constant state of panic and I've spent what little I was able to save on Luna our fluffy girl who had to go to the vet as she licked her backside raw and bloody from what the vet said was stress.

I've lived here since April 5th. We were prepared to spend 6 months with the long work drive and eating poorly just to get by until we can move but now I'm desperate.

When my animals are in danger and I'm scared to leave the house for more than a few minutes at a time for fear someone will break in and harm my family, I can't stand by.

Please if anyone can help it's going to cost me nearly $1400 to move out, if I can make just half that in donations we can leave and get to a safer place.

I know it's not a time to ask for monetary help right now but of I can do anything to repay I will, I wrote character backgrounds and do digital art regularly so of that will help get us to our goal I'll do whatever I can.

Please dm me if you want anything, I'm desperate.

#help #commission #in need #desperate #cats #moving out #donations #please help us