MEOW *

dash-only. my actual cat. sideblog to armorytm.

[kirrys]

you will be assimewllated.

[scootertm]

I CAN'T REPLY TO YOUR POST BUT GOD U DESERVE IT YOU FIEND

you’re  the  one  that  replied

[scootertm]

MEAGHAN  I’M  FUCKING  SCREAMING

[thenatsdorf]

[scootertm]

"You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild." 7 PLEASE.

seven  ur  so  mean  /  @onceborg

          𝐎𝐇  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒!  feline  continues  cleaning  himself  whilst  under  the  other’s  scrutiny  –  not  a  care  in  the  world  (  HIS  world,  to  be  precise!  ).  movements  stop  and  amber  gaze  RISES  to  meet  a  blank  stare,  silence  dividing  them.  fangs  are  revealed  as  a  meow  is  released  (  why  deny  the  comfortable  life  i  have  been  provided?  are  you  jealous?  ).  fuzzy  head  T I L T S  in  curiosity,  tail  tip  flicking  against  the  edge  of  the  console  scooter  has  claimed  as  his  own  in  this  room.  another,  more  annoyed,  meow  passes  a  black  and  white  muzzle  when  his  first  one  evokes  no  reaction  in  the  other  presence  (  if  you’re  here  you  might  as  well  pet  me!  ).

[scootertm]

scooter’s  fc3  verse  is  fuckin  wild  my  y’all

[msxfive]

Artist: @Kazisvet_

[scootertm]

"Stay back, demon." @victoryscry

this  is  valid  /  @victorscry

          disinterest  and  annoyance  is  expressed  through  a  slowly  wagging  tail  and  slitted  pupils  captured  in  amber  marbles.  this  one  is  DIFFERENT  from  the  others  –  different  from  vaas,  fear  radiates  from  a  pale  form,  as  hands  tremble  slightly  whilst  gripping  a  familiar  looking  object.  (  he  REEKS  of  death!  and  he  says  I’M  a  demon  –  pot  calling  the  kettle  black!  )  ears  flatten  back  and  haunches  tense  as  hackles  RAISE  –  gazes  connected  and  holding  steady  before  a  YOWL  of  defiance  bursts  from  the  feline.

          (  what  are  you  gonna  do,  shoot  me?  )

[scootertm]

@junglecry  /   ♡

          former  ship’s  cat  far  from  any  place  previously  known  as  ‘home’  --  a  bad  storm  having  made  a  distant  and  unfamiliar  shoreline  his  only  savior  and  new  refuge.  eight  pound  predator  adjusting  to  life  in  this  new  land  quickly  as  companionship  had  been  found  with  the,  obvious,  top  of  the  food  chain.

          black  and  white  body  is  curled  in  the  other’s  lap,  a  disgustingly  loud  purr  ECHOING  through  the  otherwise  quiet  night  --  soft,  snow  white  belly  facing  the  SKY  and  ready  to  be  given  the  attention  it  deserves!  a  small  chittering  noise  passing  a  furry  muzzle.  (  pet  me!  pet  me!  )

[dollargenesis]

before anybody asks, YES, i did ruin everything with my hubris

[scootertm]

i  wasn’t  fucking  kidding,  meaghan  /  @fahmine

          hackles  RISE  and  a  surprisingly  powerful  yowl  is  THRUST  from  the  small  beast’s  lungs  towards  the  large  creature  before  him.  (  begone  foul  creature!  )  an  unfamiliar  and  startling  noise  can  be  heard  from  behind  the  feline.  (  is  he  in  pain?  )  your  protector  has  arrived,  john.

[scootertm]

porthos*

@scootertm· its ur friend come say hello

    It was up there. He could SMELL it.     Porthos pushes himself on his hind legs, his front paws scratching the leg of Jon’s desk. It’s so close, and yet, so far.     A whine leaves the beagle as he falls back down to four paws. The scent of cheese was strong; teasing him without the eventual gratification. Because Porthos couldn’t reach the yummy snack his master had left on the desk.

          tail  straightens  in  curiosity  as  head  lifts  lazily  at  his  companion’s  incessant  whining.  he,  too,  can  smell  the  cheese  despite  lying  at  the  far  side  of  jon’s  bed  and  contemplates  his  options.  (  to  assist  the  canine  in  his  quest  and  be  owed  a  favor,  or  remain  stationary  --  FORCED  to  wait  until  the  offending  party  leaves,  granting  him  silence  and  solitude?  )

          the  eight  pound  predator  rises  and  s t r e t c h e s  before  quietly  crossing  the  distance  of  the  bed,  staring  down  at  the  only  other  four-legged  being  on  this  vessel.  head  tilts  in  a  question.  (  need  some  help?  )

[scootertm]

“It’s so early, please stop.”

rip  julian’s  sleeping  schedule  /  @brashir

               (  𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐍𝐎𝐓!  )  

          time  is  a  social  construct  created  by  bipedal  beings  so  that  the  railroads  would  be  on  time  –  none  of  that  applies  to  scooter!  another  CRY  for  attention  passes  monochromatic  jaws  as  he  continues  to  find  a  comfortable  position  atop  the  doctor,  body  flopping  unceremoniously  upon  his  companion’s  chest.  as  the  provider  of  all,  that  included  pets  and  attention  –  anytime,  anywhere.  here  and  now  included,    this  exact  moment  even!  he  knew  this  one  had  a  soft  spot  for  him,  and  would  eventually  cave  in  to  his  demands  and  give  the  feline  what  he  so  desired!

[scootertm]

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

it’s  because  you’re  too  short  to  help  him  /  @seamworn

          head  turns  at  the  sound  of  his  favorite  lizard  and  a  sharp,  PIERCING  yowl  leaves  the  small  predator.  (  he’s  QUITE  content  with  where  he  is!  a  KING  overlooking  his  kingdom.  )  lithe  form  rises  and  stretches,  front  claws  E X T E N D I N G  and  then  digging  into  the,  most  likely  expensive,  fabric  underpaw  before  gracefully  leaping  to  the  table  a  few  feet  below  and  away  from  his  perch.  gaze  and  tail  LIFT  in  unison  before  a  soft  mewl  leaves  the  feline,  expectation  obvious  in  amber  eyes.

[scootertm]

you  know  what  my  favorite  part  of  writing  my  own  cat  is?  getting  to  tell  him  all  the  adventures  he  goes  on.

[goodnightmemes]

Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

[gunpla]

eheehehehehehe…eeehehehe*slides my paw under your door* let me in