at ax they were trying to advertise this new dating sim so there was this huge like, chart thing with all these bishounens on it with “place a heart sticker on whichever one you think is the most handsome” and the two with the most heart stickers, almost ENTIRELY COVERED by them, were a cat and a skeleton
I’ve been wanting to share pics of my kitten for awhile and jut snapped the latest pic of him today. From 2 months to 9, frog pillow foot for scale. He’s still a baby, just a very big baby who has a favorite black cat toy he refuses to destroy and often cuddles with it. This is Binx, my annoying little shit whom I love dearly.
They forgot the part where the ambulance actually stopped to let the cat in
oh good I was worried
What a good cat. What a kind cat. How can anyone not love cats they are so good and loving.
they also forgot the part where they only found the baby because masha was screaming her head off bc she knew this baby was in danger. she went around outside the alley the next morning and yelled at passerby until she got one to follow her to the baby. she kept him warm all night and then made sure someone found him. she was adopted after this bc she was a stray and is in a loving home and is a hero
Edge walked into his room, a towel slung across his pelvis. The other he used to dry his skull, pressing one end into each socket to catch the excess water.
He finished drying his bones and started to get dressed for the day—undershirt and pants, followed by the padding needed to keep his armor from shifting or digging into his bones. Boots next, the sturdy combat boots again padded to make up for his lack of flesh. The armor he strapped on piecemeal—chestguard first, then the paldrons, the gorget, and finally his gloves, padded and tipped with iron claws.
He turned back to his bed, prepared to retrieve his scarf, only to find Fang curled in a perfect circle, neatly nestled on top of it. Edge stared at the cat. The cat stared back, blinking slowly in contentment. Edge sighed and put his hands on his hips.
“Fang.” The cat had the audacity to trill at him. “Doomfanger,” he said, trying to be reasonable, “I need my scarf.”
Fang rolled onto his back, exposing the strip of white fur on his belly. He trilled again. The effect was not at all lessened by his missing eye and scarred body. “Yes, yes,” Edge said dismissively, “You’re very cute. Now—relinquish my scarf.” He tugged on one end, jostling the cat.
Fang immediately flipped onto his belly and growled low and deep. His back end wiggled, then he pounced on Edge’s scarf, claws digging into the knitting. “No! No. Bad cat—Fang! Bad cat!” But Fang just bit down on the scarf and looked up at him, growling again.
Edge threw up his hands. “Fine!” he snapped, “Keep it!” Growling under his breath, he stormed out of the room.
As soon as the front door closed, Fang stood up and stretched, then jumped off the bed in search of another spot to nap.
Oh my god I finally got around to reading this–hella worth it. What an asshole.
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