#cat loafed on sofa

[teapotenuse]

Sofa loaf in profile 🩷

#cat #zelda cat #sofa loaf

[lowqualitycatphotos]

#cat #tabby #tabby cat #zelda cat #sofa loaf #loaf cat #zelbows #happy catty #poorly framed #low quality

[safyresky]

We be CHILLIN in this LIVING ROOM TONIGHT

#it's a me dani #hey look it's my cat!!! #cinnabuddy #Cinnamon #he's been doing this recently #he climbs to the top of the sofa and just LOAFS behind us

[copperbadge]

Does Polk suffer from Orange Cat Lack of Braincells, or is she too purple beige for that? 🤭 Still one of the cutest kitties on tumblr either way 🧡

Honestly, they are both my small idiots.

I joke that usually I have custody of the single brain cell we all share, but sometimes we do find a second one under the sofa.

[ID: A photo of Dearborn the tortie and Polk the tabby, sitting on a blanket on the dining table; Dearborn is loafing with her head turned away, and Polk is snuggled up to her side, face pressed to her fur but looking at the camera smugly.]

#dearborn and polk

[shubblelive]

— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together. 

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling. 

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest. 

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily. 

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”

#wilbur #wishing i could write my name on it #wilbuh #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

[luciddreamingcrow]

Genshin characters reaction to you bringing a cat home

A/n: I'm not even gonna try to apologize for vanishing out of the earths surface for about 4 months but because today is my blog's first birthday I'm finally writing this fanfiction idea that I had sence I started this blog, caroce enjoy it my beloveds 😙

Characters included: Diluc, Kaveh, Kokomi, Shenhe

Cw: not proofread, we die like Dilucs dad, and mentions of homicidal thoughts in shenhes part

✦Diluc✦

Ok so the moment he saw a tiny kitten loafed in the sofa near the fire place, he knew it was you that brought it in

And you convinced him to let the little guy stay until winter was over because it was freezing outside and would have little chance at survival

Diluc after some convincing agreed to let him stay, but he said that 'the moment spring comes and it's warm outside the cat is going out'

Little did he know that during the little time that the cat was staying in your guys mantion he slowly fell in love with it

And it was just the littlest of things, like the time the little kitten hopped into your guys bed and snuggled itself in-between you and Diluc while cuddling

Or the time it was colder in the house so the kitten got on Dilucs lap and proceeded to purr and make biscuits on his lap because he has a pyro vision and his body runs warmer

And when spring came and it was warm, Diluc didn't forget his promise but he didn't have the heart to do anything so he just let the kitten be

And if you would bring it up to him that sadly it's time to let the kitten go, he'd just pull up excuses like 'oh but the weather is still not that stable yet and it can get cold again really quickly' or something like that

And then little did you know now the cat has been staying with you guys for about a year and now Diluc doesn't dare to let go of your guys cat and loves it with all of his heart

And the best part is that the cat now catches all of the mice and rats that hide around the winery

And one of Dilucs favourite things is watching the cat run around the grape yard and catching crystal fly and bringing them to Diluc as presents

✦Kaveh✦

(For the sake of this fanfic he moved in to your house)

Ok so, similar to Diluc, the first time he saw the kitten it was on the sofa curled up and peacefully sleeping

And after that little guy approached him to give Kaveh a little bump on his leg because he wanted scratches, Kaveh fell in love with it

Yes the two of you would have to work harder to be able to afford the kittens litter box, cat food, toys ect but he didn't mind because it was for his son (yes he calls the cat his son)

This mf WILL get jealous of the cat chooses to cuddle with you rather than him and be sarcastically dramatic about it

Once when he was working on a project the kitten managed to get on too of his shoulder and started playing with the feather that Kaveh has on his head, and whenever the cat is on tall pleases and Kaveh is near the cat WILL try and get that feather from his head to play with

It doesn't matter if that cat has be best toys in the world, Kavehs feather is the superior toy for the cat to play with

✦Kokomi✦

At first she saw them in her secret place where she'd take time to gain energy back, and didn't think you were the one that brought them here but she let them be because they didn't bother her and honestly their presence calmed her down

After a week she brought you in to her secret place to show you the two cats that made a home there and you had to confess to her that you were the one that brought them there

After some talking, you two agreed that the cats can stay but only on this secret place where no one knows

Of course the two cats had the freedom to go to explore watatsumi island but they mostly stuck to exploring the village and sleeping in Kokomis comfort place

Kokomi quickly began to love those cats and loved seeing them play with each other, she would spawn little water fish for the cats to chase around

OMG imagine if Kokomi would summon her jelly fish for the cats to play with

Also Kokomi def gains energy from hanging out with the cats whenever you are not around but one of her favourite things is you two playing with the cats or cuddling while reading and the cats sleeping on top of you two

✦Shenhe✦

To be honest, you didn't know how she'd react to you bringing a pet on the house, but she didn't really mind

But the longer time she and the cat have spent together she became more calm, yes she's calm most of the time but she didn't have as many homicidal thoughts as before

She found out that, that was a great method to calming her down and distracting her from those thoughts and now whenever you are hanging out with eachother she is most definitely bringing the cat along, petting it while she holds it

Whenever she feels those disturbing thoughts plaguing her, she goes to find the cat that you have brought and play with it, pet it or just cuddle with it

Another habit that she had formed is whenever is time to go to bed the cats NEEDS to sleep besides her while purring, it's just the vibrations form the cats purr just sends her to sleep so easily

Overall, even if she doesn't show it to much she is beyond grateful that you brought that cat into her life and doesn't understand how she was able to live without them

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #diluc x you #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #kokomi x reader #kokomi x you #kokomi x y/n #shenhe x reader #shenhe x you #shenhe x y/n

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hehehehe for George and Arthur what if their missus has a pet, and their pet never ever like them hahaha

oh my god, this makes me howl-

G E O R G E

it's a cat.

a fluffy, white ragdoll cat with the most beautiful eyes and the most softest fur and it's her life and soul.

when they first met and first got to know one another, it was a topic of conversation they never really dwelled upon and she figured it just wasn't something he needed to know until he was a frequent visitor to her home; it wasn't that it would confuse the cat but it was simply because she was a little timid around new people, would hide and shy herself away when she had guests over, and she wanted her to be sure of him.

"so, i have a cat. probably asleep on the back of my sofa so just be a bit quiet when you come in."

"a cat? this is brand new information."

and she could tell, as soon as the cat took one look at him, that she didn't take an instant liking to him. she hissed in his direction when he slowly walked towards her, swiped at him with her paw when he went to stroke her, growled at him when he tried to scratch her head.

"i suppose you're not really used to women denying your love, are you?"

"it's a cat."

he says it so defensively and it humours yn as to how he pretended how unhurt he was, on the outside, over her cat not liking him. on the inside, she could only imagine him panicking over it being somewhat of a deal breaker for her - if the cat says no, he's got to go.

all yn tells him is that she'll make herself known to him when she feels more comfortable around him.

"it won't happen straight away. but, the more you come over, the more she'll get to know you," she says and george just frowns at her, every single time she reminds him, "trust me. it's a slow process."

she was the cutest ragdoll cat he'd ever seen and he was drawn to her as soon as he walked through yn's front door, wanting to give the cat a stroke over her fur or just a few pets and scratches between her ears every time he saw her... except, she just wouldn't allow it.

scratch after scratch, bite after bite, growl after growl. and yn always felt bad when he asked for a piece of tissue or a plaster because the cat had scratched at his arm and caused a cut to form on his skin.

it's a long process.

almost half a year.

there's moments where it looks like she's getting more comfortable around him. she'll sit a little closer to him, having started in a whole different room when he first started coming over, and she'll walk passed him without hissing. she'll allow a little head scratch before she gets up and walks away, to find another place to curl up into a ball, and she won't swipe at him now that he's a bit more frequent in the flat.

and it stuns yn, one day, when she comes home from work and sees her cat loafing on george's chest as he lays on her sofa.

"please don't do anything loud," he whispers at her, shaking his head softly, as the cat purrs in pleasure from the scratches he's giving behind her ears, "she's been sat on me for about an hour now."

"i'm simply amazed," yn says, carefully placing her keys down on the side and there's a moment, where her cat's eyes widen and her purrs stop and george thinks the moment has been ruined, until she slowly closes her eyes again and gets a little more comfortable, "how did this happen?"

"i don't know. i let myself in and she just, she just came and sat on me."

and from that moment on, her go-to place is george. whether it be his chest or his lap or simply just beside him. she follows him when he goes into the kitchen, she meows for his attention, she always tries to take food from his plate and he just can't ever be mad at her... not after their progress.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

A R T H U R

it's a dog.

a miniature, longhaired, dapple-coloured dachshund that she adores.

arthur hears him before he sees him; when he knocks on her door to announce his arrival, there's non-stop yapping from her puppy that he felt a little bad to have caused. unsure of what he was about to be hit with when the door opens. he knows she owns a pet - she's been no stranger to posting about him online and he was an avid follower of hers online and always reacted to her instagram stories when she posted herself and her pup on a walk through london's parks.

he's expecting an ankle biter. snuffling his face into the side of his trainers, scratching at the legs of his cargo trousers, softly yapping up at him for attention, sniffing around him to get a scent of him.

except, arthur is met with something ironic; her dachshund trying to stand guard, acting tough and standing in between herself and him, growling whenever he tried to step around him and make his way to yn as she watches the scene unfold before her.

"he's just not used to you yet."

"well, you best get used to me. i'm going to be here a lot more often," and he speaks down to the dog as he crouches down to it's level and lets him take a look at him, reaching forward to scratch his head in between his ears... except her puppy scuffles away and hides behind her legs, "so much for looking tough, big guy."

most of the time, her puppy will either sleep in his bed or entertain himself with the many toys he has on her living room floor. he'll shake them, bite them, wrestle with them, kick them around... and yn, so often, would chuck them for him to show off to arthur how agile and excitable he gets when someone plays with him - but when arthur gets the chance to throw him a toy, to try and play with him, he just ignores the attempt and scurries on over to yn's feet where he sits and waits for her to throw something so he can play fetch with her.

and it's quite comical.

arthur looks dejected. unhappy. sad, almost.

"do i give off bad energy or something?"

"he's only just met you. give it time."

"but-"

"next time i take him on a walk, you can come with me. you can walk him, if you want?"

and he tries to.

he's dressed for the cold weather; hat over his head, layers of clothes on his body, trainers on his feet, gloves on his hands. and he has hold of the lead... except yn's puppy barely moves. he tugs on the lead to try and get him to walk but he stays put. and people who are passing find it amusing. they laugh, they joke, and arthur can't help but laugh nervously.

"help me."

yn takes over and he just feels so frustrated.

and he knows he shouldn't because... well... it's a dog.

but all it takes is for him to buy him a new toy for his 'birthday' and give him a couple of intensely flavoured treats (and sneak some food from his plate and into his bowl) and they slowly form a special bond that yn loves to watch. to the point where he whines at the door once arthur leaves to go home, to the point where he's excited to see him at the door, to the point where arthur can take him out on his own and he behaves like an angel. xx

#can't quite figure out whether i like arthur with a cat lover or a dog lover... #my selfish heart wants to say cat lover because i've got three cats... ahaha #arthurtv headcannons #arthurtv #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey #arthurtv imagines #george clarkey imagines

[builtbybrokenbells]

no because jake being a self proclaimed dog guy and then ur cat choosing him as his favorite nap partner, like if jake is there ur cat is there too. jake cant sit on the sofa without the cat also climbing on it and slowly making his way onto his lap, he is like “hi boots- hey- no- uh *sigh*” his dark jeans are now covered in cat hair as fluffy baby becomes a loaf on his thighs. and jake can hear ur giggles and the snap of ur phone camera going off repeatedly and glares amusedly like “not funny, babe”

no because you’re so right. this is so painfully correct that it hurts.

•

“You can sit on the couch, you know. He’s not going to hurt you.” You said, biting back the smirk that was fighting its way on to your lips.

“I know that, y/n.” Jake rolled his eyes, but still stood firmly in his place. “He’s in my spot.” You let out a laugh.

“No, he lives here, Jake. This entire house is his spot.” You said, walking over to the sofa and giving your cat a small scratch behind the ear. He woke with a start, giving you a small ‘mmrph’ as he noticed who had disturbed his peace. “Hi baby.” You cooed. He closed his eyes again, purring at the sound of your voice. “I missed you.” He stood, now, stretching as he let out a yawn. “Hungry?”

You made a move to the kitchen to fill his food dish while Jake watched, still unmoving from his spot. “I told you, he only cares about food.” Jake continued trying to argue his point as to why cats were inferior to dogs. It was your turn to roll your eyes as you cracked a can of food and poured it into his dish.

The cat vs. dog debate had been a long time argument between you and him. You were completely willing to see reason, understand why Jake loved dogs so much, but you couldn’t seem to understand why he was so stand-offish with your cat. You had been together for months, and the relationship was near perfect aside from his mistrust in your completely docile and friendly pet. A pet which had taken a specific liking to him, interestingly enough. “Jake, he likes food. So do dogs. So do you. Every living thing in the world loves food. He loves me for plenty of other reasons, too. And, if I have to remind you, he likes you an awful lot for someone who’s never even given him a treat, yet.” You called back, hoping to put tonight’s conversation to an early end. “Now sit on the couch and be quiet.” You washed your hands after tossing the can in the garbage, quickly joining him back in the living room. Thankfully he had listened and taken a seat. He gave you a smile when you returned, holding his hand out for you and beckoning you to join in.

“Movie?” He asked, grabbing a blanket from the arm of the couching and throwing it over you. You turned on the TV and opened the Netflix app, giving him free rein of the remote to choose whatever he pleased. Once a movie was playing, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you both settled in for the evening.

About halfway through, you paused the show so you could both use the washroom and grab some snacks. While Jake disappeared down the hallway, you busied yourself in the kitchen. He returned to the living room before you did, and the sight you came back to was one almost too comedic. Boots, your cat, was sitting on the floor and staring up at your boyfriend. Jake was watching him, nervous about his next move. Boots was softly flicking his tail, clearly debating if he wanted to waste the energy jumping up on the couch. Before you could even step towards the two, the cat had decided to pounce up on the sofa, landing on the cushion directly next to Jake. The staring contest continued, the cat clearly having no issue with Jake at all, but Jake looked like he was preparing for disaster. Jake was so immersed in the small animal he failed to even realize you were in the room.

“Hey, buddy.” He said, tone dripping with caution. You had to give it to him; even if he disliked cats, he was nice enough to try for you. He knew how much you loved the damn thing, and knowing the cat made you happy was worth more than his comfort. At the sound of his voice, Boots stepped forward, landing one paw on Jake’s thigh. When he didn’t move, the cat climbed up on him. “Oh, hey, no… come on.” Jake protested. “Boots…. ugh.” He let out a defeated sigh, knowing he had lost. The cat was gently kneading his legs, purring up a storm. You couldn’t help but giggle, amused that despite his distaste for cats, he seemed to end up in the same situation every time he came over. “No, buddy, please don’t-“ his plea was silenced when the cat curled up on him, tucking his limbs under him and closing his eyes in delight. “You’re gonna get hair all over me… come on, please get up.” He urged him to move, but the cat was in no hurry to leave.

You couldn’t pass up the opportunity, pulling your phone from your pocket and juggling the bowl of popcorn to your other hand. You tried to keep your laughs silent, but the shutter of your phone camera caught his attention, making your attempt at silence completely pointless. “It’s not funny, babe.” He complained, sending a glare in your direction. “It’s like he knows! He sits on me every time I come over. There’s cat hair all over my apartment, and the little shit doesn’t even live there!” You couldn’t contain your laughter, nearly doubling over from shortness of breath. You couldn’t even begin to explain the intensity of the humour from the situation.

“You poor thing,” You said through wheezes. “He’s not going to hurt you, Jake. Actually, I think he loves you.” You managed to calm yourself down, moving towards the couch to join them.

“I’m not scared of him!” He defended.

“It seems like it, sometimes.” You snickered. “Pet him, Jacob. If you give him what he wants, he might show some mercy.”

“You’re an ass.” He said, but gave in to the temptation. He gave a him few awkward pets, moving with the utmost caution.

“If you love me, you have to love him.” You reminded.

“I love you, and I’ll tolerate him.” He corrected.

“You’ll change your mind eventually.” You smiled, looking over at him. At the sight of your face, he couldn’t help but match your expression. “You want a kiss for being so brave?”

“Shut up and watch the movie.” But he leaned in for a kiss anyway.

#gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #sam gvf #danny wagner #jake gvf #gvf fic #josh gvf #danny gvf #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet fluff #greta van fleet blurb #gvf imagine #gvf fluff #gvf blurb #jake kiszka gvf #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka fluff #builtbybrokenbells #blurb #josh kiszka

[bugflies00]

i have thoughts about height headcanons

cwilbur is very tall, naturally, not as much as some of the otherworldly beings on the server like cranboo or cfoolish, but still in the 2m range (6’6). he’s a very ‘leaning’ guy: he leans in doorways, he slouches over sofas, he drapes himself over chairs. like a cat, his dad used to say. his posture also varies a lot. on one hand, like many other aspects of himself, he’s learned to control it (though not totally) and turn it into a performance when he needs it. so for eg, when he’d give a speech or something in lmanberg, his posture was impeccable. but like the rest of his performances, its exhausting and nowhere from perfect; so the moment people’s gazes were turned away from him, he’d slouch under the pressure and lose a couple inches. in pogtopia he had really bad back problems from constantly hunching over on himself and sleeping (or trying to) curled up in a ball on a hard bed, but he doesnt care nearly enough to make any effort to fix it. in general when he’s feeling insecure in front of other people he’ll use his height to his advantage to try and gain back any semblance of control over the situation. revivebur also does this sometimes so he looks more like his old self, the one people looked up to (metaphorically and physically). he feels like hes playing the part of the old wilbur, and after all he’s a performer who puts his all into his acting, including his posture. when hes with tommy, he does the same- both to keep up his ‘performance’ of the big brother he idolised, and also just to piss tommy off, even slightly. but interestingly, he doesnt do that with quackity. you’d think he’d take every opportunity to loom over his rival, make himself look superior in every way possible, but no. he doesnt slouch, either. he leans towards him. hes so enraptured by their dynamic and their fighting that even his body subconsciously turns towards what is making it feel so alive. he doesnt drop the act, of course not, everything about quackity and him is about façades and masks and playing with them, but his body betrays him. and when quackity snaps back that he never thinks of him at all, his shoulders hunch in before he can stop them. he’s always prided himself on being an actor, in his ability to control himself and his reactions, but his mask slips sometimes, and quackity seems to be the one most often the reason for it.

ctommy is also tall, especially for his age, but not as tall as cctommy. he’s more in the 1m75-1m80 range (5’9-5’10), cause at 17 he hasnt reached his adult height yet. at the start of lmanberg he was like. 1m68 (5’5) and he hit a big growth spurt at the start of season 2. by the end of exile, he’d gained about 10cm but he was so hunched over that you could barely tell. he also has a perpetual slouch, but for the most part, its less one of insecurity like wilbur, and more of a regular teenage slouch. he just cant be bothered about his posture. people tell him he’ll get back problems and he tells them to fuck off (he keeps quiet the fact that he already does. his back aches and so do his hands and his joints when he’s cold and his whole body hurts after revival. but he’s used to it.)

ctubbos short. im talking, 1m55-1m60 (5’1-5’2). and he does not give a shit. he’s felt powerless at times in his life, but it was never because of his height- it was his age, his lack of defenses, his situation. but he grew up with tommy who was always at least a head or two taller than him, so he has no problem whatsoever standing his ground in conversations with people sometimes several feet taller than him. when he and tommy were kids, they lived off scraps of food they stole from farms or markets; tubbo would always be the one they sent in to grab a loaf of bread from under the baker’s eyes, because he was so small with big hazel eyes that people naturally trusted him (more than tommy, who despite his similarly big blue eyes, already looked like a little shit). in snowchester he built a little wood ladder that he says is to switch the lightbulbs, but he mainly uses it to reach up and fluff up ranboos hair to piss him off.

cquackity is also short, though less (1m68 - 5’6) but unlike tubbo, it bothers him. not every day, but sometimes it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and a twist in his guts when people loom over him. it reminds him too much of that part of his life he doesnt like to think about, where he felt utterly powerless, where his body was source of constant jests and mocking remarks, where a figure with horns perpetually loomed over him, with a hand gripping his waist. he tells himself he’s over it, he doesn’t give a shit about schlatt or his words anymore, but he still gets antsy when someone has that kind of physical superiority over him. he hates not being in control, being made to feel lesser than, and height, while superficial and inconsequential to some, is one of those things he’ll never be able to control. with wilbur, he can’t help but notice the difference. when they’re arguing, he feels exasperation, fury, amusement, disdain (excitement), but never anxiety. for all his threats and big talk, wilbur doesnt loom over him like schlatt did. doesnt use that against him - though he perfectly could, its not like they’re above low blows like that. but he never does, like he somehow knows, and quackity tries very hard not to think about that.

cranboo is 7 feet tall and wears demonias.

#sorry for the whiplash and also for being insane about ctntduo again #alex.rambles.txt #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!quackity #c!ranboo #c!tntduo #mcyt

[deluluduck227]

MUNCHKIN | HAKIM ZIYECH

Summary: in which the reader takes care of a sick hakim.

Warnings: none, just pure pure pure fluff.

" Hun, where are you?" You exclaimed, searching for your husband who was suspiciously silent. Last time you checked, before you went to take a shower he was playing FIFA in his gaming room.

" I'm here !" His voice came from the living room. He was laying on the sofa bed, a cushion covering his lower body. Your gaze switched to the bundle of fluff loafing itself on Hakim's tummy. Your ragdoll cat, Donut, clearly was enjoying the warmth around him. The scene on front of you was so adorable!

" Don't you feel cold? munchkin!" He wonders, clearly referring to your shorts.

" Not at all! Because i'm hot" you answered sassily, earning a chuckle from him. He shifted his position so now he was sitting in the corner. You were standing between his parted legs. While donut was gone for god knows where, he liked to disappear a lot.

" Yes babe, everything about you screams hot, even your cookies shorts!" He exclaimed, doodling over the cookies pattern on your shorts.

" What? I thought you liked them?"

" I never said the opposite! Even tho i like what's beneath them!"

You watched as his slim fingers lifted the hem of his hoodie that you're wearing, and in a swift motion, he shoved his head under the hoodie so his cheeks was against your bare tummy. His arms were wrapped around your hips. You couldn't help but laugh when he rubbed his beardy chin against the soft skin of your stomach but you noticed that the temperature radiating from his skin wasn't normal, he had a fever!

" Hakim! Are you good?" You asked him, removing his head from your hoodie ta take a look at his face, his eyes were sleepy and red, he winced when your chubby cold as ice fingers touched his hot cheeks, "Gosh, that's a stupid question of course you're not! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" You clearly started panicking, his state wasn't the best after all.

" Relax, munchkin, i'm fine" he comforted you, or at least tried, with a hoarse voice.

" No you're clearly not! Do you feel like your throat is sore?" He nodded frankly.

" See? I told you to dress up well but you're not listening."

" Hun, will you stop this already i'm tired you know? You can scold me later."

You felt guilt squeezing your heart as you nodded. You shoved him from the shoulders to lay down again as you covered him with the cushion.

" Don't move i'm coming" and you disappeared from the living room. Hakim switched his gaze to Donut, the cat started meowing as he made his way to Hakim's arms who started patting him. You both got this cat fr the shelter when you made a drama that the house is empty when he's in training and you're left alone. He smiled at the memory, you always choose drama, you could've just asked him and he would apply but you picked the hard way.

A while after you came back from you're mysterious errand. You were lifting a tray, it contained a mug of hot chocolate milk, a cup of lemon juice, honey and ginger powder: the magical anti-inflammatory syrup, and last but not least the aspirin.

He made a face when he saw what's in the tray but he was willing to surrender since there's no escape. He shifted into a sitting position when you placed the tray on the coffe table, and you handed him the aspirin first, he drank it in a swift motion, wincing at the bad taste. You quickly handed him the syrup next but he lifted his eyes looking a little sus.

"What's that even?"

" Poison, drink it !"

He chuckled at your response before he closed his eyes and gulped the liquid, squinting his face as the bitter yet sweet taste hit him. You clapped your hands, like a proud mom " Bravo, l'hbib dyali ntina, here's your reward" you handed him the hot chocolate milk, watching as his expressions lit up from enthusiasm, he was literally a big child and you weren't complaining!

" Where are you going?" He requested, confused, when he saw you leaving.

" I'll just put some socks on, my feet are ice cold"

You came back shortly after, wearing a set of socks , matching your shorts.

" Looking as hot as ever munchkin." He blurbed, enjoying the view in front of him, as you gave him a lil twirl.

" I know! I'm the reason to your fever" he chuckled at your response.

You made your way enthusiastically to him, hiding your self under the cushion as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands soothing gently on his short hair as he put his head on your chest, snuggling into you.

" Why do you call me munchkin?" You asked as you felt his hands engulfing your cold clothed foot, trying to warm it.

" Isn't it obvious? Your legs are shorter that Donut's"

He shrugged as you hit his shoulder gently earning a chuckle from him. He tucked his head under your chin, his hot breath flicking on the soft skin of your neck. Weird ! Man smelled just like you! You sniffled at his hair to make sure you're not being delusional but there's no doubt . His hair smelled like your shampoo.

" Hakim? Did you and by any chance wash your hair with my shampoo?”

He peered at you, smiling widely " i may or may not."

You just squished his cheeks at the cuteness in front of you. They didn't lie when they said that tough men turn into babies when they're with the right women !

i couldn't stop my smile while while writing this.

A tiktok videos inspired me as my brain was void of ideas.

#football imagines #football fanfics #footballer x reader #footballer x you #football #football fics #morocco #hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagines #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech x you #hakim ziyech fluff #hakim ziyech fanfics #football fluff

[so-much-for-subtlety]

I went to the lesbians apartment, and I made a loaf of bread and the cookies and they had cheese and dips and we had a little snack and beer tasting evening.

Their cat HATES everything and everyone and they say will scratch and bite most strangers/new people, but he came and sat on the sofa with me (technically I guess I was sitting in his sofa) and sniffed my hand a couple times during the evening.

As I was leaving he came out into the hallway and he let me stroke his back 5 times in a row! and feeling bold I gave him little scratches right above the nose that he LOVED and was purring so loud and pushing into my hand.

I’m so proud of my skills of getting cats to like me hehehehe

[fullmetalnihongostudy]

🍓 Cat Astrology - Pallas and Play

🎏 Spirituality is not just for humans. Pictured is Tama (たま), the famous stationmaster cat of Kishi Station in Japan, who after her death was enshrined in Shinto as a goddess of one of the local train lines she served. Every year, her successors still bring offerings to her shrine on the anniversary of her death...

🎏 Likewise, can cats be affected by astrology in the same way we can? It's just my observation, but if you know your cat's birthday you can use a birth chart calculator just like you would for yourself ♡

Here are some deductions/speculations I have made about cats and astrology. I do not expect them to be accurate, they are just for fun! I am not a cat behaviorist, please do not use this as actual information about having a cat! However if you do wanna share your cat's chart or signs I may turn this into an actual thing lol 🍓

Pallas governs intuitive intelligence. In cats, this would have once meant hunting, but when with humans, this instinct translates to play ♡

🎏 cats with Pallas in aries are proactive. may always initiate play with their owners. up early and probably have a secret double life taking place entirely before their human is awake ♡

🎏 Pallas in taurus cats may have a lot of toys. they enjoy the physical world and tend to love their scratching post as well as lounging elegantly on the nearest sofa, piano, or windowsill ♡

🎏 Pallas in gemini cats are like gemini humans in that they show two sides. may be playful but can need lots of stimulation. quick to catch their cat toys but very soft and gentle with their hooman ♡

🎏 Pallas in cancer cats are very affectionate in play. may play and cuddle. enjoy playtime before bed or sharing their owner's space. A classic 'keyboard cat' who keeps you company while you work or study ♡

🎏 cats with Pallas in Leo think they are top cat, chanelling that leo energy 🦁. loves attention from humans. generally won't entertain themselves but will want human attention and affection. star cats. great for a cat cafe! 🌟

🎏 Pallas in virgo cats are neat like virgo hoomans. smart and mentally active, they need loads of stimulation in play. may outsmart you ^_^

🎏 Pallas in libra cats need balance. work hard, play hard cats. need lots of naps and need variety in their life. holistic cats that benefit from enriched environments

🎏 Pallas in scorpio cats - most likely to trick their owners. may come and boop you when you are least expecting it.

🎏 cats with Pallas in Sagittarius are bold cats, and always have a strong sense of their environment. may take a deep interest in what you are doing.

🎏 Pallas in capricorn cats? homebodies, but different from cancer. tama's birthday is not known but she gives strong capricorn vibes as she takes a sedate position of responsibility ♤♡◇♧

🎏 Pallas in aquarius cats will surprise you when you least expect it. wake you up by kneading you. very likely to enjoy watching things out the window.

🎏 cats with Pallas in pisces are frequently found to form a loaf. loaf shapes are not sedentary, however. here, your cat is sensing the energy of the world around them. the loaf may be a precursor to some proper cuddles.

author's note: this is for fun only! I AM a proper astrologer though, self taught and not qualified but have been doing it for a decent 6 years and I find I'm reasonably accurate. you can find some of my serious posts here and here.

but obviously I haven't examined the birth charts of hundreds of cats to make these observations =_= otherwise not sure what I would be doing with my life. So yes, disclaimer, this is a bit of fun and mostly I couldn't resist my mad 3 am idea of a super long eternal Pallas Cat pun. I don't care if it's 2023. we need to bring that meme back. so please enjoy 🦋

🎏 Please also do not claim or repost without permission but feel free to reblog and fill my asks with anything astro related or if you have noticed your cat's sun or other sign fits them, I wanna know about it lol

#japan aesthetic #tama the cat #neko #shinto #pallas cat #pallas athena #astroblr #astrology blog #zodiac signs #all signs #the body is round #otocolobus manul #manul cat #cats #cat aesthetic #intuition #cat play #cat behavior #astrology aesthetic #astrologyblr #asteroid astrology #asteroid observations #japan #japan travel #ねこ #kawaii aesthetic #cute aesthetic #kawaii

[lowqualitycatphotos]

#cat #tabby cat #zelda cat #aeroplane ears #aeroplane zelly #what a grump #angry face #sofa loaf #loaf cat #low quality

[bwoahtastic]

Cream colored kitty Mick jumping on lanky kitty Esteban and trying to wrestle with him!

Lewis as a big cat cuddling and knocking Max over and proceedes to give Max kisses.

Charles lookin cute on the couch lounging so Max has to give him some pets. But Charles just puts his paw on Maxs hand and pushes it away. 🤣

Oh plss! Mick being small and fluffy anx Este is just a black cat noodle lol! Mick is super playful and loves to play with estie and also loves snuggling with him! And sometimes very fluffy Lance joins them if he doesn't have to he brushed!

Plss we said Lewis was maybr a leopard or smthn right? Just big and fluffy and keeps trying to groom Max who isn't strong enough to wrestle him away lmao!

Ans pls Charles all,cute and fluffy and forming a perfect little loaf on the sofa eith his tail tucked around him so naturally max wants to pet him but Charles flicks out a paw and pushes his hand away ksksks. Such sass!

#asks #max and cats

[sphylor]

When Dew is kitty, does he ever turn into a cat loaf? I know that he’s scrawny but I’m still wondering! 🍞

he does! he'll come and sit next to someone on the sofa and then loaf next to them and wait for scritches and pets. sometimes if he finds someone taking a nap he'll loaf on top of them which will normally wake them up. then he'll refuse to move because hey he's comfy!! they'll also find him loafing in the most odd places. like in the doorway to the living room (he has caused Mountain to trip over more than once) or on top of the kitchen table. he just gives a little meow as if that explains everything when he's met with questioning looks. and yknow what it does explain everything cus he's kitty

#kitty dew

[sugar-petals]

【 multifandom reaction 】::  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 🌤

feat. - jungkook, felix, yoongi, bangchan, suho

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ＋ ｔａｇｓ．established relationship au, brief sex mention for myg, angst, otherwise domestic fluff 

♥︎ read it on ao3 | ♥︎ masterlist

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒 - a cute lil’ scenario mix if u need cheering up 🍉

:: ＹＯＯＮＧＩ민윤기

Comforts you by cooking. His life with you is 90% domestic, after all. There’s a vast array of comfort recipes that Yoongi will not hesitate to dish on, inspired by Korean cuisine books and also a few international videos he found online. Yoongi’s basically doing anything he gets his hands on, nothing’s too difficult, although it shouldn’t detract from couple time, of course. Nevertheless, he goes the extra mile knowing you feel burdened by a lot of things in your life and society. It’s both, really, and Yoongi knows there’s only so much he can fix or try to communicate to the world. 

A meal can bridge the time to your problems mellowing out. He knows that nutrients are important, but self-made fruit ice cream with extra toppings has a soul-healing effect. If noodle soup can make you feel better, then noodle soup it is. Yoongi might know that careful pleasures in bed have a similar effect, but in such a mood, there’s no way sex is fun and carefree. Carbs are better than dick. Any hot bread loaf out of the Min Bakery’s oven is proof of that. He also switches on the house grill more often than not or gets busy baking since cakes are Yoongi’s latest passion. In essence: When he knows it’s time to comfort you, you’ll be the birthday girl all year round.

:: ＦＥＬＩＸ 이필릭스

Comforts you by cuddling. As if he isn’t already glued to you like a moth to the flame, Felix becomes even clingier. The kisses are plenty and it’s not just on your mouth. Actually, anywhere, clothed, he doesn’t care. Felix’ voice and cat-like cooing alone suffices to help you ground yourself, it’s as anti-anxiety as it gets. Felix is permanently by your side until you’re good to go again, even when you’re busy working on your laptop or making yourself a sandwich. He lies down next to you or locks himself into a ten-minute back hug. 

Guy’s not going anywhere. All other leisure activities canceled, Felix prioritizes your well-being. No matter if technically, another day would mean another chance and you might feel better. He doesn’t care, it’s the moment that truly counts to him, and the root cause of what made you feel down. Felix gently gives some words of encouragement, it’s not really a speech or TED talk or something. He might recount an instance where he was in a similar situation and talks about how he got out of that.

:: ＪＵＮＧＫＯＯＫ 전정국

Comforts you by doing sports together. He’ll use what comes naturally within his day-to-day life to get moving with you, any sports crack of his kind knows about the happy chemicals that kick in after physical activity. Jungkook is more than equipped to open his own gym or even a shop for sport supplies, no worries. He’s got it all ready. It’s no big deal for him to put up a badminton net in the backyard. His way of bunny hopping around the house and mixing up some lemonade while singing is enough to motivate you. 

No need to tell you to get up from the sofa, he’s drawing you to the outdoors without even needing to try hard. Win-win situation, Jungkook can cross a workout off his plan and gets even more in shape than he already is, you have quality time, and since he lets you win in 70% of the cases, you couldn’t be any more distracted from any useless worries. Jungkook knows that wearing a crop top and putting his hair in a ponytail makes you happy, so nothing is stopping him from doing it. Jungkook is your own best cheerleader. He’ll make sure you remember it, he’s really got your back.

:: ＳＵＨＯ 김준면

Comforts you by socializing. Now hear me out, this is a little different. He might be the one to massage you all evening, but he also knows about the power of calling the right person at the right time. Suho knows who has good advice for a particular situation once you’ve truly run out of your own insights and quotes on the Internet. If you need energy, he’ll get Baekhyun on the phone to act goofy for you as he naturally does. If you’re frustrated, Suho hands you a tablet with Kai’s video call button on it. Jongin is the one to talk to when it comes to mentality, after all. 

Even though it might look like Suho is just delegating, this absolutely works better than him shouldering everything and sounding like a broken record. Realistically, there’s always a specific person who can help you, it’s not necessarily him or your own relatives, he knows that. There are things even Suho’s experience with people, situations, and the world cannot fix in one go. That’s why he values his social connections to help you out pretty much indirectly, and he doesn’t want to take the credit for giving you this or that number.  

:: ＢＡＮＧＣＨＡＮ 방찬

Comforts you by making you a song. A big hug can do much for your mood, it literally feels so good, but having something to always listen to on the bus or to sleep is even better. Chan imbues whatever he does with meaning rather than only a good beat. He knows you like to listen to Seungmin’s honey voice, so he’ll get him into the studio to do a dozen demos. Chan perfects the piece by producing it throughout the week and even ends up with a snippet for a second song. Why not have one to pick up your sad mood, and one that gives you a boost. 

Sometimes, one is better than the other at cheering you up or giving you hope. He might not be able to give you a concrete analogy in person because he can’t find the words, but writing lyrics will make his sentiment crystal clear. He’s so creative and hardworking. Chan brings you food along when he hears you listen to the songs he gifted you because that’s when he knows you need support. Since Chan being so doting is cute and romantic, it’s hard to cry for long.

ao3 crosspost

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