Hey we put your boy into the fandom, yeah sorry they took away almost all of his character traits and trauma and reduced him to a baby, yeah sorry his only personality trait is being pathetic, yeah he’s been reduced to a sopping wet cat/blorbo worble, his only job is to be a simp or to be put into the worst situations imaginable, I’m also actively participating in most of this. Sorry we can’t reverse it. Really really really sorry about that
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hello i ama anonymous annon and i sm here to say that your art is wonderful especisslly when you draw madam re d and mayahps grelle sutcliff and maybe even in the same drawing. interacting even (scanadalous.....) this is my opinion. -anony,mous who you dont know
Hello anon who I do not know, thank you for enjoying my art I appreciate it :3333 for your kind words I offer you this my anon friend
Eat up the red creatures my friend
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alr ok so like i'm raiding a few ln blogs i can find and asking them for opinions on smth i'm working on. in an au where the ln characters are like cats, how do you think they'd look like?
Alr so. Interesting question bc I do have one for the Lady already which is THIS fucked up beast /pos
Six
RK
Mono
RCG
The Pretender
Low and Alone are these two cats specifically
And Thin Man
(I realize he and mono are two different breeds but idgaf its based off of vibes alone)
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Okay finished the genesect quest.
The only one left in this tier is the darkrai one.
,,,,The pulses,,,
FuckiNG SHIV THAT PIECE OF-
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
(SCP Foundation x Cat!Reader)
Spiral gestalt cat go brrr
CW: Death and violence.
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Green and red blurred together—it was muted although, thanks to your newfound vision. It's hard to make sense of everything, with the rapid heartbeat right before your left ear, heavy footsteps marching from behind, your owner’s almost sob heavy breathing—that damned rattling shots fired, screaming oh godsthey'resoloud— All you know is you two are running from something—no, someone.
Muted green, red, heavy boots, armored body and bullets. Chaos Insurgency. The facility is being raided, and unfortunately you are there to witness.
It's day one for goodness' sake.
Your head felt wet; they must've been crying. You were in too much shock to care.
Then the horrid scream of your owner started, ripping through the membrane of your eardrums. In response your cat’s larynx lets out a yowl which echoes together with roaring gunshots. Red, there's so much red on your fur—on them.
It hurts, why does it hurt so bad? You're on the floor, since when? You don't remember ever jumping down, your owner was carrying you right? Why are they on the floor too with you, whycantyoUMOVE—
“y/n—” more shots fired. They're dead. Their corpse staring dull right through your eyes, oh your eyes, it’s so heavy you wished this is a mere bad dream. You are dying and they're dead. You're dying, the bullet had embedded in your ribs. They're dead, their torso torn, their would bleeding sluggishly. Heavy, it's so heavy...
Dark, it's cold. So cold.
Then bright, scorching hot—
Comes darkness again, flickering in and out together with blinding light.
It blurred, like the chaos' green and red, melded into one, a spiral—repeating.
Black
White
Black
White
Black
White
Black
Grey
A drum of heartbeat rippling in your left ear moving like a hummingbird’s wings. Screaming of men and women alike at every corner followed by gunshots. It was the same minutes ago before your death.
You were back.
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