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“Oh no. The world is ending. How tragic.”

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"Ohohoho~ Truly a tragedy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

#wika......

“Dear God Almighty Santa Claus, this Christmas please bequeath the gift of flight to cats across the universe...”

“Also, a life-time supply of styrofoam for my boy Yoosung. Thank you, dawg, Amen.”

#im alive

anglerfishnabe:

In few seconds he returns as he was, stare as vacant as ever. Like there was no cat there in the first place. As asked to he turns his face downwards.

“ ….?? “

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap.

“...It really smells. I wonder if cats like you?”

“Maybe I should start shoving my shoes full of fish too~” .....Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.

#anglerfishnabe #what would ogata's fursona look like #please answer this important muse question and marvel at this great exposition in my reply

venomoushelianthus:

“Until then.”

There was certainly a bit of panic, of unease. Luciel was intelligent, he was observant, and both of those are true… But Rika wasn’t as nervous as she might be in front of, say, Jumin, for one reason:

She was the one who kept Saeran safe. V didn’t.

The worried, tired expression Rika wore as she answered the door was just a mask. She knew she was right. Maybe it would be difficult for the others to see it that way, but she would make them see it.

“Luciel… thank you for coming. Could I.. could I get you some water? Some coffee?”

“No. Thanks.” She looked tired. Such a worn-out expression on someone so frail and delicate-looking kicked in the natural instinct to nurture, he feels the words ‘are you okay?’ on the back of his teeth but swallows it back down, entering with a solemn expression.

If only life were like the chatroom, where he could spam funny emoticons and laugh everything off in that special 707-style way... But life was not like that. He enters the room where the air feels too still. It smells nice -- smells of her, of how she used to be, before she was deemed gone from the planet.

“Before we get into anything, Rika... You should know what I’m most concerned about, right?” A breath. Because if she’s here, and if she’s saying V lied, then what’s happening to the one caught in the crossfire...?

“Saeran... is he safe? Just answer that and I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” Thumb and forefinger twist idly around the cord of his headphones. “Please.”

#venomoushelianthus #dives in 100 years later o/#mysmes spoilers

anglerfishnabe:

“ What did you just—- “

Ogata freezes mid-sentence, pupils narrowing into cat-like slits as he sniffs the air. He’s right, there’s no mistake of it.

“ ….yes.“

The torrential onslaught of Seven’s fingers against the keyboard slowly grind to a halt, golden eyes sliding to the side as the man next to him goes from human to potential were-cat in three seconds flat.

He kind of wishes he had a piece of string he could wave in front of his face like cats enjoy... “They might be bringing in a shipment to the restaurant next door, but you... kinda smell like it too... Maybe you should check your shoes.” After a second, he begins to type again.

#anglerfishnabe #when am i not checking on your butt #ogata.......kitty

cyfre:

“Yes, anything can be. But I’m wrong, aren’t I?” Simplifying what she didn’t understood into mere weapons was certainly better, even if she should have a deeper interest in them – she is a scholar, learning is a must. And now more than ever, given she was so confused and lost in a city so different from her lovely 15th century.

“And the purpose of that thing is…? I’m not sure how this improves anyone’s life.”

“Whaaat~ Not everything in life has to be for its betterment. Why so serious?” Sticking to non-committal surface-level interactions with every day life... What’s better than this? Seven fiddles with the contraption for a moment, setting it up to take another glorious selfie.

“Try looking into it right now with a silly face and saying ‘thank God for cats!’...Ready?”

#cyrfre

boushoku:

「 💗: Ah— fuck.」 doki

No— this geekboy 2.1 wasn’t any better than the original.

「 💗: I— mean… you’re just so weird and smell like rancid chips.」

“What is weird? Meow?” Rancid chips? Rancid chips... Ah, yes. He pulls the coveted holy item from his pocket.

“Do you mean these? I’ll give you one at Seveny’s super low discount price of $499.99 per chip.”

#boushoku #<:3c

boushoku:

「 💗: Oh bloody hell…

ANOTHER FURRY???

I’m not one to kink shame but what the actual fuck?」

“.....................................

............Me?... Me-ow?”

#boushoku #YOU CAN'T THEYLL BAN YOU

boushoku:

「 💗: My name is Stocking you chilli head.」

「 💗: Oh same here, but how did you kill yours?」

“Is that because I’m so Spicy and Hot? I’ll have you know being this cute is a burden on its own--- ☆ ” Sigh.

“Hmmmm... Nope. I would never lay a finger on her, unless it was to take her paws in my own and swing her around 72 times.”

#boushoku #first you must choose all my right answers and respond to 20 emails correctly

boushoku:

「 💗: Yoosung? 」

「 💗: No need to ruin your life with marriage pretty boy. 」

“Y-Y-Y-Y---Yoosung, my boy, you look different!?”

“I’m never getting married...! My one true love is gone from this world...” Elizabeth the 3rd, where are you!?

#boushoku #YES

cometyoosung:

“But then how to you figure out if you want to get married?”

“It’s all about the size of your earlobes. You’ll understand when you’re older... Ah... To be young again~~~”

#cometyoosung

“Sorry, Yoosung. You know the rules.”

“No dating before marriage!”

akajiso:

This was it. Everything was going smoother than planned. For the sake of his honor and the honor of the first to guide him through the city, he’d give it his all. Whatever this training path was, it couldn’t be that bad.

Kotarou clenched his little fists in determination, cheeks glowing a hot pink.

“M… mnh. Meow… – hallelujah… “

NO---!! This! This was too much -- Even for Agent 707, Hacker Extraordinaire, Secret Agent God. To witness something that cute... That devastatingly, what is it? Moe -- He has to fight not to fall to his knees, but he doubles over anyway, wig dropping right to the ground. Consider it... snatched.

“...Seven Jr-dono. I’m sorry. There is nothing else I can possibly teach you. Wherever you go in life, walk that path with confidence knowing that you are the best you that you can be and that you don’t have to change for anyone else.”

“...That’s something I read in “Expert Playboy,” I’ll send you it.”

#gif #akajiso #5 icons in one post...expert rping

akajiso:

Th… that was, well, unexpected. Kotarou watched awkwardly on the sidelines as his taller and older-looking clone erupted in slow motion.

Seven Jr-dono?

Well. It would get more awkward if he just kept on staring.

“Ah… – excuse me!” Kotarou bent over in obvious shock, reaching over to support the seemingly injured stranger. A hidden attack? He hadn’t felt a deadly presence nor seen a glint of silver whiff by. “Are… are you all right!? Putting the training aside for now, if your stomach is ailing you, or… if you’re at all injured in some way… – though I can only offer the barest of aid, I’d be glad to carry you to the nearest station… “

Why... People can’t just be cute, and nice -- Isn’t that against some universal law? Whichever one he broke while pretending to know him a few seconds ago. If only he could give him $100 right now, his life would be complete.

While still crumpled into his pain, Seven silently grabs his long, beautiful wig. A second later, the boy pops right back up again, reattaching it in the process. Nice!

“It takes more than that to defeat a God.” Just don’t meow a second time, or he might really die. “Here’s my card, if you’re interested in learning about the walks of life.” It’s a picture of a cat from his maid apron, and it’s quite cute. “Remember, if you’re ever in trouble, the signal is Seven-OH!-Seven! Awaaaaay---!”

Peaaaace sign -- and he’s off! Before Koutaro can deal a finishing blow!

#akajiso #WHOOPS

akajiso:

Someone in the know.

“… change my life? Ah, but… I’ve been trained to handle all sorts of conditions. Whatever lies on the path to twinkdom… uhm, I may be able to handle it. Rather… I’ve already been told I am one… without knowing what it means. So, please… if you could –” He poked his fingers together.

W-W-W-Wow! My alternate universe body double can’t be this adorable! Seven strikes a beautiful pose, hair flying in a wind that blows from an unknown source.

“So... you think you can do it? You think you’re tough enough to withstand Seven’s Ultimate Training Path to Twinkdom?”