cat-feelings

nikkst3rz  asked:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💖 I have a birthday mini fic request :3 Klance, lance is walking in a residential area and the sun is going down. Lance finds a cat and plays with it, rubs it. While doing that he talks to the cat gushing his feelings for Keith to the cat and at the end you hear someone say, "Lance?" AND IT'S KEITH! LOOKIN FOR THAT VERY CAT BECAUSE IT'S HIS CAT💖 (also prior to this they had a disagreement so that's why he gushes to the cat b/c he think Keith hates him but he is wrong💖)

what a cute idea!!! i love cats and i love klance let’s do this

Lance kicks a rock into a pole and has to dodge it as it rebounds back at him. He glares at it but keeps walking, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Stupid Keith. Stupid smirky face and stupid hair and stupid – everything.

The sun is about to go down but Lance keeps walking through the unfamiliar neighborhood anyways. He’s still fuming over his fight with Keith, too bothered to go home and try to pretend he’s okay in front of his family. He can’t even remember what they were fighting about, just that Keith always, always did this to him.

He’s liked him for so long that basically all of his emotions about Keith are too much to handle, but they haven’t fought like that in such a long time, and it’s left Lance feeling really miserable. He’s so caught up in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t hear the meow until it’s too late. He looks down, and there’s a stunningly beautiful gray and white cat with huge blue eyes looking up at him.

“Oh,” he says, crouching a little to pet her. “You’re gorgeous, aren’t you?”

She purrs under his hand and he pets her some more. When he stops, her ears flick back and she nips at his hand until he scritches under her chin, resuming her purrs almost immediately. 

“Hah,” he says dryly. “You remind me of someone.” He pauses, sitting down on the curb of the street so the cat can crawl into his lap. Her tail falls over his arm and she stretches luxuriously before biting him again when he fails to pet her quickly enough. 

“Jeez,” he says, laughing. “You’re feisty. Definitely like him.” She looks up at him, blinking her bright blue eyes. “Okay, you might be more beautiful,” he admits. “He’s still more my type though. Which is annoying. It’s like, he’s not just a pretty face, you know? He has to be smart, and funny, and caring – he picked my sister up from school when I was stuck in traffic across town, you know? He just – does stuff like that, helps me when I need him. But god, he’s infuriating. He speaks before he thinks things through and he’s too sarcastic most of the time but he’s still – I still like him,” Lance says. “I hate fighting with him.” 

The cat meows at him, nudging his hand with her head. He strokes over her pink nose and laughs when she licks his finger. Her head suddenly jerks to the side, and Lance follows her gaze to see Keith standing a little ways down the sidewalk, chest heaving. 

“Luna!” Keith says, and then, more startled, “Lance?” 

“Oh,” Lance says, looking down at the cat. He’s heard Keith talk about Luna before, but he’s never seen her. She purrs at him and then jumps out of his lap, winding her way around Keith’s ankles and attempting to climb her way up his legs. “Hey,” Lance says awkwardly. His frustration has melted away, leaving him feeling sort of weary and guilty. 

“Hey,” Keith echoes, clearly feeling similarly. “Thank you for – I was looking for her for a while, thank you for finding her.” 

“You’re welcome,” Lance says, feeling quietly miserable. Keith’s silhouetted by the setting sun, which turns the edges of his hair shades of orange and red. He picks up Luna and holds her close to his chest, biting his lip. Lance doesn’t want to leave things weird, so he opens his mouth to apologize, but Keith speaks first.

“I’m sorry,” Keith blurts out. Lance blinks at him, but he’s staring at the pavement. “For earlier. I shouldn’t have – I shouldn’t have been so rude.”

“Me too,” Lance admits. “I’m sorry.” Keith peeks up at him, the edge of his mouth curling. “I don’t really remember–”

“–what we were fighting about?” Keith asks. He laughs when Lance sheepishly nods. “Me either. Um, did you wanna – we could hang out at my house for a little while. My brother won’t be home for a little while.” 

“O-Oh,” Lance says, faux-casually. “That sounds cool.” 

“You can get to know Luna better,” Keith says, holding her out and waving one of her little paws at Lance. He grins, reaching out to stroke her head again, laughing when she purrs and then tries to nip him again. 

“That sounds really good,” Lance says. He walks alongside Keith towards the sunset, their shoulders bumping every now and then, relishing the warmth. 

quiescentstarchild  asked:

hey this is an odd question but: do u have any pictures of ur cats bc i am feeling Ungood nd pics of ur cats made me feel a little better last time (if u are uncomfortable w/ this request i understand, have a chill day anyways)

of course!!!

rusty is hiding bc he’s a big scaredy goof but here’s callie and sammy:

It’s official canon that there are cats living in Skyhold so please imagine:

one of the cats somehow getting into the war room and just plopping itself down right in the middle of all those carefully placed markers and turning the organized map into absolute chaos because a nice sunbeam was shining on the table.

cats sleeping on the inquisitor’s throne (or alternatively clawing it to pieces)

cats in the infirmary lifting people’s spirits and keeping the injured warm

cats snuggled up beside Storvacker when she’s in Skyhold

someone making little inquisition uniforms for the cats to make them honorary inquisition members. The cats just fall over and refuse to move when they’re forced to wear the uniforms and Skyhold is left with a bunch of immobile, angry cats lying on the ground and twitching their tails. Later it’s decided that the cats will just wear inquisition collars instead

each cat having at least ten names because everyone calls them something different leading to some confusion and in one extreme instance, a duel over what one cat should be called

(Feel free to add more Skyhold cat shenanigans)

emoji reviews: wolf face

Apple’s weird shading almost works for this one if the lighting wasn’t all over the place. But those cold, emotionless eyes and ears that look like they forgot to draw them in until a second pass… 2/5 Unintentionally Scary.

A cheeky, mischievious boy. What’s he up to? Wolf things, probably. 4/5 Love that mischief.

Microsoft’s style really works in this ones favour. Consistent triangularness. A pointy lad in all the right places. 5/5 Full Points


An adorable little puppy! Doesn’t look much like a wolf though. Ears too pointy. And is that hair? 2/5 Possible fursuit head.

Hey so this is a cat? 0/5 Cat.

Something feels missing here. I can see what they were going for, but did somebody take a bite out of this one? 2/5 Fix him.

A realistic friend and boy. Not much to say here. Sure is a wolf I guess. Can’t complain. 4/5 No imagination required.

Lopsided as ever. Hey buddy, the camera is over here. What’s with the red eyes? Go full spooky or not at all. 1/5 Might be a werewolf.

*Points at Miniature Schnauzer* look at my wolfdog. 0/5 No.

This wolf hasn’t slept in three years. Look at the bags under his eyes. His muzzle looks like it’s drooping down. I’ve never seen a sadder emoji in my life. 3/5 Somebody save this poor pup.

Have you guys ever seen The Brave Little Toaster? You know the air conditioner? Yeah that’s him. Toaster/10

Interesting approach, yet somehow has only created the lumpiest awoo of all. 2/5 $300 Fine

People often misunderstand what the old saying about a cat having nine lives means. The cats prefer to keep it a secret, as most humans can’t be trusted with information so fragile and precious, but there are exceptions.

The merchant who shares his leftover fish. The young girl that hides littler after litter of newborn ones in her room until they find new homes. The old man with scars who still has enough kindness to open his shed to let them slip in from the rain. Boys, teenagers, mothers, warriors, brothers - some are trusted.

Exceptions, yes, few nowadays and rare, but honoured all the more.

So nine lives there are indeed. Each cat is born with them and no matter the time or place, they are lost easily.

This is where the story ends for most people.

But for those who are trusted, those who wake up one morning and find a weird taste in their mouth, the scent of a forest never touched by human hands in their nose, and a strange lingering touch of whiskers on their forehead - they know the truth.

Nine lives for this world, is what all our legends used to say.

You, friend of cats, know the ancient, almost forgotten sayings.

You know of cat eyes shining in the deepest night when they shouldn’t be able to. You know of cats staring past your ear, at that forbidden spot right by the frayed corner of your vision, and you fear that if you look, your cat won’t be able to stare it into submission anymore. You don’t look. The cat purrs. You’re safe.

The kittens have all their lives still. They do not look at the edgewalking beasts that whisper through their humans’ house. It will take time until they fall, hurt, learn.

The oldest cats know so much that a touch of their paw will make an entire village shudder. Their quiet voices cast spells. Let them roam. You cannot imagine the things that flee from them as they walk in silence.

Cat friend, you know it in your heart.

You know of the paths they walk that human feet can’t find.

You know of the nights they vanish and return with the scent of blood, earth and salt in their fur, and when your fingers touch their coat, a cold shiver awakes your skin.

Sometimes, they hear things. You don’t know what, but you know enough to let them sit in front of your house or room, paws tucked under, dark stare never leaving an invisible spot in the air.

And when you float between sleep and life, when you’re unlucky enough to claw at the edge of death before you’re ready to go…

Then maybe, friend of cats, you’ll feel a brush of fur along your legs. Maybe, just before you startle with awe in your heart and wake once more, the same pair of eyes that should sleep by your side winks at you from another world.

anonymous asked:

I want to buy a purebred (a Devon Rex to be exact), but everyone keeps telling me to adopt a cat instead. However, I feel like a Devon would fit me better. Do you think I should go through with buying a cat or just adopt one?

if you think a Devon Rex would mesh with you better, buy a Devon Rex!

responsible breeders do not contribute to overpopulation & shelter deaths, which is why I really don’t care for the ‘adopt don’t shop’ movement (this post sums up my thoughts on that)

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supergirl season 1 appreciation week
day 6: best arc (cat’s growth through kara)

I just want you to know that working for you is a true honor. You are my role model, and you lead this city with such strength and grace. And underneath that prickly exterior you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. I just… I’m just trying to say thank you, for being an amazing mentor… and friend. 

Well, you’ve made quite the impression on me, too, Kiera.

lordmushroomkat  asked:

Writing request. Klance. Mutual pining. Supportive mechanical telepathic cat-parents.

man i feel like I could easily write 15 000 words about this haha. Trying to make this idea small is hard, but let’s give it a go. 

“So what do we do? We’re a paladin down now.” Pidge states. It’s a topic they’ve been dancing around. Shiro is gone, and yes of course they will find him again, but until then they can’t just… not form Voltron. 

“Keith takes black. Yeah ok, so that’s resolved.” Pidge continues.

“Are we honestly…” Lance starts to interrupt.

“But there’s STILL five lions.” Pidge shoots Lance a look. She knows he wants to argue the leader Keith point, but that’s another discussion. 

“We need another paladin.” She concludes. The group all stare at each other, not sure of what to suggest. The air is stale. 

“I….” Allura starts. Coran grabs her arm protectively. She turns to him with an understanding smile, pats his hand, and steps out of his grip.

“I will fill in.” Her commanding voice rings in the Lion’s hangar. Hunk nervously wrings his hands. Keith looks skeptical. 

“Princess, we need you to…”

“Who else do we have?!” Allura implores. “No one knows the lions like I do. I’m already a part of this team, so it’ll be easier for me to bond than some outsider!”  

The others all share a look. It had to be Allura. Of course it did. But it was a shame that it had to come to this. 

“Who will you pilot?” Hunk moves the discussion forward. Allura smiles and taps her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes move around to look at all the lions. She sighs at a fond memory. 

“My father was the red paladin, and if Keith is piloting black then…” Allura steps towards the red lion. She smiles and places her hand on its barrier. It vibrates under her touch, but does not break.

“It just seems logical.” There’s fondness in her blue eyes. She leans forward and places both palms on the barrier.

“Of course there is the issue of the red lion being the most temperamental so…” Allura laughs. The barrier doesn’t budge under her. Still keeping her out. Keith shakes his head. 

“She doesn’t like it when you call her that.” He sings.

Allura winces. She pats the barrier gently. 

“Ah, sorry girl. I didn’t mean it.” She coos. “I understand how important your paladin is. I know how much you need to trust them. I don’t want to push, but please… please I need you to…” Allura pauses. Her mouth goes taut. She stares at the giant beast in front of her trying to sense it. She leans against the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“How did you do this, Keith? I can tell this isn’t working at all.”

“I blasted myself out of an airlock if you must know.”

“Guys, guys,” Lance holds up his hands. “You’re going about this all wrong. For blue and I…. it was like love at first sight!” Lance saunters over to where Allura stands. 

“Your lion is your lady, and she has to know that you are going to love and respect her. You can’t grovel, you gotta woo her.” Lance stands next to Allura. 

“Mind if I show you?” He grins. Allura rolls her eyes.

“Oh yes please. Demonstrate for all of us.” 

Lance rises to the bait. He clears his throat. 

“Hello Red, you look radiant as always. Would it be ok if I spent the evening with you?” He raises his hand to knock on the barrier. 

He immediately falls through. With a vibration and a crackle, he stumbles into the red lions perimeter. He catches himself before he eats cement. He turns to beam at everyone. They look on with disbelief. Particularly Keith.

“See!” Lance exclaims happily. His voice sounds distant and crackly inside the barrier. “Just like that!” He turns to shoot finger guns at the red lion. “Thanks red, you’re beautiful. i love you. Ok Allura, if you just want to…”

Lance bumps against the barrier.

He stares at it in confusion. He tries to step forward and bumps against it once more.

‘What…?” He whispers. 

“Oh no…” Allura stares. Pidge’s eyes widen. Keith starts to look manic. 

Allura, Hunk and Pidge all touch the barrier. None of them can get in.

And Lance can’t get out.

Lance starts to push harder against the barrier. 

“Guys, I can’t…. how do I…?”

“Lance, Lance…” Allura shakes her head. She holds his gaze through the barrier. 

“She’s chosen you.”

Lance’s chest goes cold. He turns over his shoulder to look at the monstrous lion. The red glow around him is bright and hurts his eyes. Nothing like the soothing aura of Blue.

“What?! No! No! Nononono! Blue’s my lion! I’m not giving her up!” Lance beats on the barrier. it flickers underneath his fists. 

“Let me out! Keith! Come talk to your lion! Get me out of here! Tell her I can’t do this! I WON’T do this!”

“Lance, it’s ok. I’m coming I’ll…” Keith smacks into the barrier. So confident that it would peel away for him, that he hadn’t even tried to slow down. He rubs his knee that collided and hisses. He raises his hand to the barrier and pushes. It firmly pushes back. 

“Lance…” He breathily whispers. Lance places his palm opposite Keith’s, so they look like they are touching, but the barrier crackles firmly between them.

“I can’t get in.” His breath shakes with emotion. “She wants you. She’s chosen you.”

Lance blinks away tears. 

“B…but Blue. Blue’s mine. No one can….”

Soft footfalls echo across the hangar. Allura has taken off and runs towards where Blue stands. At a full sprint, she charges forwards and Blue’s barrier easily dissolves around her.

“Alright!” Alurra gives a victorious cheer. Blue lurches forward, opening its mouth ready for Allura to board. 

Lance’s heart breaks. He falls forward. Keith worries his lip and presses himself as close to Lance as he can. Hunk and Pidge wisely walk away. 

“Lance. Lance, I’m so sorry.” Keith whispers. His voice rattles in the comms of Lance’s helmet. 

“But out of everyone here…Red has chosen you. She needs you. Can’t you feel her?”

“But she’s yours, Keith. She’s yours and you’re hers.” Lance’s voice trembles. He looks up into Keith’s face. 

“I know. And she’ll always be mine so….” Keith swallows. “I’ll need you to take really good care of her. She’s trusting you, Lance. I’m trusting you.” Keith looks up with glassy eyes. Blue may have let Allura in, but here Red was actively locking her own paladin out. A surge of sympathy courses through Lance.

“Keith, I’ll…”

Metallic whirring causes lance to turn. Red has bowed down and opened her mouth wide, inviting Lance in.

“You have to go.” Keith states and turns to leave. Lance goes to grab him, but his hand smacks painfully against the barrier.

“Keith wait!” He calls. Keith pauses. His eyebrows knit together and he waits. Lance steps back from the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“If I…If I could hug you I would.” He announces. Keith’s eyes widen. 

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