Leader of SPECTRE

[blofcld]

Blofeld, the cat. The mastermind behind the criminal organization known as SPECTRE. Is search for a new host.

Rules:

No hate or ooc drama.

As you can see, this is an extra serious rp blog.

No godmodding.

Be gentle with the cat

[blofcld]

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Making him, the most powerful leader of any organization within the European Union, stand there on the floor looking at them and waiting. He was the one worthy of being looked up. His tail wagging fast to show his irritation.

[blofcld]

*is purring*

[blofcld]

“I know, life is so unfair, isn’t it?”

Things I’ve said to my pets || @thebestplayer

There was a soft purr, a little satisfaction after hearing his greatest nemesis talking about the unfairness of life, since the man simply didn't die. Years and years trying to get rid of the Double-O agent without major results other than loss and pain for the man. Such a nuisance. But it amused him, the ignorance in which Bond lived, not because of his true identity, no, no one knew about that, but because their story, the chains that had forged the destiny of both were so deeply intertwined, unbeknownst to the man. That old proverb that states 'A cat has nine lives’ has never been truer than it was for Blofeld and he had lived them all to see Bond suffer, to take from him, to rise high above every man like him. Ever since that fateful day when a little blue eyed boy turned his back on him, leaving him to his own devices, stray. Blofeld had only shown him the same courtesy starting with the moment he planned Bond’s parents' demise.

Both of them, left alone in the world.

And there they were now, side to side gazing up at the gray London skies as a storm loomed. A storm masked in the shape of a cat.

[blofcld]

*gently picks him up 💞*

unprompted ask from @refallens

There were times when he felt Raoul should have been his chosen one. His chaotic methods, his strategic thinking that went down to the most minute details, always predicting the enemy's movements, his obsessions, oh how he enjoyed the man's obsessions, and his deep murderous hatred of the former leader of the MI6, M, if only he had not been FOOL enough to follow Bond across the bloody country, to the agent's chosen battlefield for their final encounter. Tsk, tsk tsk.

Seeing him again was so... disappointing. The rat that returned to the burrow with its tail between its legs. Blofeld would have to find a more suitable place for him within the organization. A lower position, of course, starting with cleaning his litter box perhaps? Or like any good cat, he could simply toy with the rat and then finish it. With him cradled in the man's arms and his claws slowly digging into the clothes, Silva would never see what was coming for him.

[blofcld]

"You have the biggest and most prettiest eyes, did you know that?"

Things I’ve said to my pets || @mathiiildeswann

Yes, yes, keep staring into my eyes, the cat thought deviously.

The young woman was no ordinary human. No. She was the daughter of his old rival, his eternal torment, his bête noire. And this was just the allegro to the most perfect symphony on revenge ever written, a hateful poem in a song form with the sweetest melody. All the lives Blofeld had lived, all the failures and thwarted plans culminated in a single instant.

His gaze was intense and deep as he tried to get a connection with the person in front of him, with the most intimate and remote corners of her mind. If he could control her, he’d control anything else.

[auuteur-deactivated20230322]

insidemyblood​:

@disasterdeals​ okay but when are you gonna give me this guy? 

omg i legit feel so sorry for his cat because when he goes to europe he leaves his persian in the desert

[insidemyblood]

there was a wild theory for a long time that the cat was actually Blofeld:

“ The mastermind behind the most powerful criminal organization in history is, in fact… a cat. A particularly devious Persian cat possessing profound telepathic abilities, capable of seizing control of a human host and making that host the puppet through which he manipulates his criminal empire and brings his nefarious schemes to fruition. With the cat’s underlings (as well as his enemies) focused on the “host” Blofeld, the real villain remains relatively safe from betrayal, assassination, or capture, without ever leaving the command chair. And when a host human fails, dies, or outlives his usefulness, the cat merely discards this “Blofeld” and moves on to a new host, thus confounding his pursuers and maintaining control of his organization. “

[blofcld]

ooc: Meow friends, I am laughing like a madman with all your asks XD asdfghjkl, you’re the best friends you know, encouraging my career as an evil cat, thanks!

[blofcld]

“Hey!… Hey!!… Stop that.”

Things I’ve said to my pets || @dontstoptrying

Oh, how he despised those flowery curtains. Anything stamped with flowers, really, they made him nauseous. Flowers were things made to be stomped on. Blofeld had to get rid of them somehow and what better way than ruining them to the point of uselessness. His claws had been meticulously sharpened earlier that day for the sole purpose of ripping the curtains that made him so angry and feel insulted. What he had not predicted, was that the woman would arrive home earlier than usual.

His paws found the firm ground on the wood of the windowsill and he pretended to be merely stretching himself as any cat would do but the damage had been done, at least the persian cat could take some satisfaction in that.

[blofcld]

‘What do you want, beastie?’

things said to my pets || @theresastargirl​

The flat wasn’t anything like the luxurious places Blofeld was used to. There was no caviar or smoked king salmon tartere, no mulberry silk pillows deserving of him for when he needed to rest nor burmese lotus flower silk that could brush against his delicate white fur. All he had was a ridiculously tiny empty bowl made of cheap aluminum. But his plans were greater than his current needs and misfortunes. If he was patient, he’d get what he wanted and more in return. 

After the failure and unfortunate death of his previous puppet, Franz Oberhouser, Blofeld had wandered outside the MI6 building. How foolish and arrogant for an entire goverment to place one of their most sacred pilars in security in the open, for anyone to walk in. That’s where the girl had found him, or better said, where he allowed himself to be found by her.

Blofeld stood next to the bowl and meowed at the girl.

[ragpicker-and-poet]

Cats plotting world domination, as usual.

[blofcld]

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Things I’ve said to my pets || @riidcr

The persian cat’s light blue eyes glow at the sight of a potential human host, scrutinizing and analysing. His claw’s bury on the damp soil beneath him in satisfaction. This is the scent of someone concerned about money and wealth. Could be what he needs, yes, if guided into the right direction. The feline walks closing the distance between them, his tail lifted gracefully as he makes his way and stands in front of the human’s feet, meowing for attention, to lure to human even closer.

[shieldedmusing]

‘Why is your breath so stinky? Please stop breathing in my face.’

‘Why are you such a bully? You’re the baby! Stop bullying the old man!’

‘(name) what do you have–hey! No, give it to me–is that a sausage? WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?’

‘You’re a little shit.’

‘What do you want, beastie?’

‘Why do you only bother me when I’m in the middle of something?’

‘Stop scratching at the door. Stop. Stop. FINE I’M GETTING UP I’LL GET YOU BREAKFAST.’

‘There is not enough room on the bed for the both of us. You have your own bed, I just bought it for you!’

‘He’s seeing ghosts.’

‘Stop staring out the door like that you’re creeping me out.’

‘That is MY blanket, you have your own! Stop taking mine!’

‘It is a piece of lettuce. You do not want it, look, see? Oh–no, wait, he’s eating it.’

‘This is MY food, you greedy little shit! You already had your breakfast!’

‘Why are you chirping and biting me?’

‘You can’t bully him, he’s dumber than you. Go bully someone else.’

‘Get off the counter, there is nothing up here for you.’

[missholson]

ADVENT CALENDAR 2020✨FAVOURITE SCENES 4/24 Diamonds Are Forever (1971): The right white cat arrives

“But wrong p***y.”

[rp-memes-cafe]

❀ Things I’ve said to my pets

S e n t e n c e   s t a r t e r   e d i t i o n

“I know, life is so unfair, isn’t it?” “I know baby, life is so hard for you.” “You just want attention, don’t you?” “I’m a little busy right now, my love.” “Okay pretty lady, I see you.” “Why do you have to be so loud?” “You’re just a chatterbox, aren’t you?” “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” “What do you want now?” “Hey!… Hey!!… Stop that.” “You’re just the sweetest thing!!” “I love you so much.” “Thank you, I needed that.” “Why are you so cute? This isn’t fair.” “No, you can’t make me do tha– okay FINE!” “You’re giving me that look like it’s gonna change my mind.” “Okay you’ve changed my mind.” “You have the biggest and most prettiest eyes, did you know that?” “You’re so spoiled and it’s all my fault.” “You look so happy to see me!” “Don’t get too excited now.” “What? Why are you yelling at me?” “Are you hungry?” “Come here, my love, it’s okay.” “It’s just thunder, don’t be afraid. I’m right here.” “You’re heavier than I remember.” “Your hair is so soft!”