#my little murder kitten

[spite-and-waffles]

DC can do whatever the fuck they want, but as long as they refuse to age the rest of the Batkids, Damian is also going to stay 11 years old. Because he is a very little baby, and is meant to be portable enough for Dick to carry to bed, for Jason to pick up by his scruff like an angry kitten, for Steph to smush her cheek against his head when she hugs him, for Cass to use his head as an arm rest, for Bruce's chair at the Batcomputer to all but swallow him, for Tim to rile up just to see him puff his chest out and all but rise on his tiptoes, and to be at forehead level with Titus.

#damian wayne #batfamily headcanons #spite waffle #my little murder kitten

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[lil-vibes]

pushing the "narinder is good with children" agenda

#my all-time favourite hc for him #he might be middle child syndrome come to life BUT! i know deep in my bones he was a good Big Brother to heket and leshi #also baal and aym were under his care from when they were kittens #listen to me listen #his low tone is soothing and also he has so much patience for little ones as long as they dont scream in his ears me thinks 😌 #hes only Like That (murder prone) to lamb and his family. mostly #cotl #my art #cotl narinder #narilamb #cotl lamb #pebbles (me) ramblers

[acepalindrome]

I should really get back to my durge playthrough. I was romancing Minthara and the main squad was her, Lae’zel and Astarion. I called us the Mean Girl Squad.

#baldur's gate 3 #my durge was resisting 100% just because she hates being told what to do #murder is fine but NOT if it’s a little voice in my head making me do it!!! fuck off!!!! #her redemption arc happens just because she’s so contrary #oh you want me to be a murderer?? well im gonna SAVE people!! im going to rescue kittens from trees and shit!!!! #suck my ass evil voice in my head

[in-fair-verona-we-set-our-scene]

read your tags on the narinder and his two kids post. im gonna throw up youre so right. hhoughgghndgg... anyway take my follow !!

Thank you that's very sweet! It is kind of funny to me how my more insightful moments tend to take the form of sporadic intense commentary in the tags.

But yeah Narinder and Shamura are just... so much! We know the most of them out of all the Bishops and they are by far the most active in the plot, yet so much is through implication! And unlike the others who appear to simply hate Narinder now, and quite mutually so, Shamura and Narinder both clearly still hold and express some affection for each other despite it all and the way that manifests is just... so revealing. I have. Thoughts. About Shamura especially.

Aym and Baal being his disciples is just weirdly sweet in how they... weren't killed? Or erased or abandoned or whatever? Or even given the Red Crown in the inherently sacrificial role of vessel? Its a low bar but considering Narinder was a pissed chained-up death god at his worst, that says a lot about him, even with a less generous reading of his intent, and we have no idea how young (and therefore dependant) Aym and Baal were when they were sent to him, merely young enough that Shamura called them kits. And Forneus is also aligned with TOWW which is also another can of worms but also carries implications regarding what the twins and Forneus might have been expecting after his theoretical liberation, depending on how much Forneus knows. Then there's how Narinder looking into resurrection is what set off the chain of events that ended up with him imprisoned... it reads as him potentially having a sentimental streak mixed in with his ambition and desire for deeper control over his domain. And there's that line about Narinder asking the Lamb if he should be blamed for his influence on the twins once they're resurrected which I want to dissect letter by letter. And the twins, for all their devotion, are far from what we see of the blindly devoted followers of the other Bishops. So for all he claims otherwise, Narinder clearly cares for Aym and Baal in a way that goes beyond them simply being tools.

#cult of the lamb #like a key part of my reading of Narinder is during canon he is At His Worst #so everything he does is given a little asterisk as something he'd do At His Worst #so yeah whatever At His Worst he'd order murder by lamb upon on his siblings. we've all been there #most of the shitty stuff he does he'd do even when he wasn't chained up for eternity #however At His Worst he'd also raise two kittens in the void between life and death and have them turn out somewhat okay

[beawritingbooks]

I’ll never understand how people can hate cats. Look at this angel.

Look at her!

She’s holding my hand and snuggling it while we watch tv. Did she also bite me a little? Yes. But, she was once feral & that’s how she shows affection, so it’s fine.

#kitten #cat #cats #my cat child #cats of tumblr #my cat #cute cats #cats are adorable #cat pictures #she is my child #she also is a prolific bird killer #I call her mommy’s little mass murderer

[brighteyedspitz]

shrimpy says wet beast wednesday is the WORST

#he bit me while being bathed and then screamed bloody murder bc his teeth are broken so biting me hurt him more than me #poor pathetic thing #truly my poor little meow meow #fosters #shrimpy #kitten #wet beast wednesday #cute kitten

[spite-and-waffles]

How each of Damian's siblings/ kind-of siblings deal with him being annoying:

Dick: the same way you deal with a cat screaming for attention – pick him up and inflict affection on him until he can't get away fast enough.

Babs: he's never pissed her off after that week when he couldn't switch on his phone, laptop or anything with a wireless connection without The Vengabus blaring at full volume

Jason: picks him up one-handed by the scruff of his shirt hangs him by it on the nearest post/ tosses him bodily out the window/ stuffs him down the laundry chute

Tim: starts telling him about Bruce's romantic history

Cass: looks knowingly at him until he freaks out

Steph: wet willies. She'll never land one on him but that doesn't stop her chasing him around with a wet finger

#my little murder kitten #he is the baby of the family and therefore must suffer #it's the order of the universe #everyone agrees that tim's is the most diabolical #he once nearly successfully got damian shipped to Tuvalu in a crate as an exotic monkey #only avoided being murdered in his sleep by escaping off-world with the titans #damian wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfamily #batfamily headcanons #spite waffle

[flowerflamestars]

Migration Patterns snippet

“Dick’s not the only one who got a shit ton of training,” he told her, tilting his head. Trying to judge the evenness of her pupils. “You’re cold.”   “City dropped me in my fucking pajamas,” Elle said, tone repressive as the arms she crossed tight over her chest. Like a mirror- the feel of it more a joke, something warm, warm, warm lighting wildly through Jason, she matched the angle of his face before saying in a whole different voice, “Didn’t miss you choking men with your thighs.”   There was blood on the jacket. A least one tear, a missed knife dragged through heavy, expensive fabric- it was sure as shit warmer than the tank top and yoga pants she was wearing.   Jason had it halfway off before he answered, belated. “You were going to kill all of them.”   “Shockingly,” Elle drawled, a whole wave of heat choking him as she held out her hand, taking the suit jacket like a forgone conclusion. “My morals take a raincheck when assholes shoot at my head.”   She wasn’t that small, not really. Short without those shit stomping shoes he was used to seeing her in- delicate to the point of absurdity drowning in his clothes, huddled, huge eyes catching neon.   “Self defense,” Jason heard himself offer, just to see her blink.   Scowl.   A Gotham girl, barefoot in an alley and still ready to go.   “I wasn’t worried,” Elle said, skirting around his body and making a sharp left toward the street.   “I’m parked the other way.”   Elle stopped. Closed her eyes right in the moment he might have really been able to see them, paused beneath the golden light of the stupid faux old-fashion streetlights the city had thrown up all over this district. Not even fucking solar, ugly as sin and twice as expensive as what had been there in the first place.   “I’m good,” she said, before looking back, somewhere toward Jason’s left shoulder, “Thanks for the jacket.”   The absolute fuck she was.   “Elle.”   A tired, inexplicable smile was all the real answer he got. “Night, Jay.”

#Gotham magic misfiring? #more likely than you think #(but IS IT MISFIRING) #Jason: why would Elle worry? Elle is a WARDEN #Elle: there were only six of them and your eyes started glowing like a horror show are you KIDDING- #Also Elle: the mob is not allowed to shoot at me they are sure as fuck going to live to regret shooting at MY SOULMATE- #EVEN IF WE'RE NOT REALLY SPEAKING AT THE MOMENT #Elle isn't even a murder kitten #she's just like #working in a moral framework that is not necessarily the one expected of her at first glance #and currently #having the mostly conflicted thoughts about a suit jacket #she is Just like. physically incapable of not flirting with Jason at least a little #but is also only going to let him take care of her so much when he just disappeared on her #Sad Jason voice: I have to make up for the fact that it's Me #Elle narrating this encounter to Wells: this sexy stupid motherfucker IN A SUIT #being HANDSOME AND KIND AND FUNNY- #anyway #they've gone seventeen steps backwards to go forwards and Elle has never before appeared quite so much like her sixteen year old self #robin fic #Migration Patterns of Turdidae

[seamayweed]

#TalkShitGetHit

#my country the new age #my country: the new age #mctna #nam seon ho #hwang sung rok #otp: being beside you wasn't all that bad #seamayweed gifs #seamwayweed stuff #you don't mock and/or spit on seon-ho on sung-rok's watch #in the fourth gif sung-rok's eyes totally scream #'what did you just do you little shit?!' #he was all ready to throw hands #(which he then proceeded to do) #and that's so valid of him #we stan a king #still can't get over how satisfied he looks in the last gif #good for him #i also appreciate seon-ho's little glance at sung-rok in the second to last gif #and his sweater paws #no one does murder kitten quite like him #blood tw

[failfemme]

i talk a big game but i am literally experiencing the agonies because i sat on the ground

#this is why my friends treat me like yzma when she’s a murderous little kitten isn’t it

[solvicrafts]

...I have a sudden intense urge to make a displacer beast plush.

#felted dragon shop #I've been wanting to for a while I just haven't really experimented with four-legged critters yet #and certainly not 6 legged with tentacles #but displacer beasts were always one of my favorite monsters #and now I just really want to make a murder kitten to go along with my Vhaeraun plush #maybe I'll even give it little white paws and name it MITTENS #:D

[raddireksstuff]

Kitten

Kit’s first real serious injury wasn’t from sword while training or falling from the many trees that she definitely climbed. 

it was from punching an older noble kid on the nose because they called her “Kitten” and meowed at her until she snapped. she punched them, they staggered back, she tackled them down and beat the shit out of them. both her hands were in bandages for a whole month cuz she sprained both wrists. she also got a nasty bruise on her chin from the kids flailing hands. 

The older kid got a broken nose, 2 black eyes, a busted lip, multiple scratches and a light concussion from the tackle. 

 No one has ever called Kit ‘Kitten’ ever again XD

#kit tanthalos #Kit #my little meow meow XD #Jade called her kitten once as a joke #the only reason she didn't get the same treatment is because Kit is whipped #but the murder in her eyes was enough for Jade to never do it again XD #willow #she hates it so much but she is cat XD

[l-e-g-i-o-n-losh]

I wan t to watch horror movies but i dont want to distirb dad who is too close to tv room so i will compromise and rewatch gotham

#i want to see oswald hes my little meow meow. beautiful kitten thinks of murder all day #songs that the hyades shall sing

[elfhawk3]

Trick or Treat!

Behold the greatest of treats!

#onlyknownothing #I still refer to my younger cats as kittens but they're 16 months #this is the little sister Bailey #she is the gremlin one #who thinks she should wind around ankles while you walk #and jump on her geriatric 18 year old roommate #who screams every time like she's being murdered #(Dax regrets me getting babies to keep her company in her dotage but at least they mostly play with each other)

[wuzgoodmf245]

anyone wanna friends? heres some stuff i like 🔽

#ahs murder house #chernobyl #palo alto #cory kennedy #kittens #2013 nostalgia #2013 tumblr #i miss 2013 #little miss sunshine #american honey #american football band #midwest emo #modern baseball #fight club #my year of rest and relaxation #mieko kawakami #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #alice in chains #alex g summer #ecco2k