#fusionjunkie

[hahahyenawoof-blog]

We just asked but Woof decided he doesn't care. Eddie's now Zoboomafoo

[tempus-felis-blog]

/Hi there! Just came across your blog, I'm very interested in what I'm seeing so far. I'd very much like to thread with you, though I was wondering if you maybe had a bio page I could read, since I just am not seeing a link to one. (If not, that's fine, I'm still interested in a time travelling cat!) Thanks, have a lovely evening!

Sure! Here’s a rudimentary version.

http://tempus-felis.tumblr.com/about

[gatarifficgata-archive]

"If you're trying to impress me, I've seen better."

"GHDSALGSAHVIIFLHAKLFHDKALDHKLJDLF!!!!!" Gata grabs the nearest object to throw, which, unfortunetly, happens to be his pants.

"WAIT NO I NEED THOSE."

[gatarifficgata-archive]

✿ //I want Gata's reaction to smoochin a jellycat//

(((I got "Ghost kiss." One google search later, and I'm still unconvinced it's referring to an actual kiss from a Ghost, but that's all the information I'm getting soooooo AU TIME IS NOW)))

He had always known that he would die some day, probably in the most gruesome and idiotic manner possible. What he hadn't expected was that the afterlife was so much fucking FUN. Sure he was stuck to the world he'd been stabbed to death in, but even then he got to watch as it grew and matured and changed and that was just HILARIOUS.

Over the years, he'd taken to following certain people. Not haunting with the banging of pans or levitating of dolls or anything, just hanging out around them, watching them live their lives, grow old, fall in love. Occasionally, when no one was watching, he'd do small things that Ghosts could do, like find their car keys, or pull a fire alarm. Stuff like that.

He'd been following Dubois since childhood. He'd watched it grow up and rebel, followed it down the dark path he chose, and cringed as the boy subjected himself to what had to be painful splicing procedures. It was the only person Gata had considering leaving before their time. And yet, something caused Gata to stay, to watch.

Years later, Dubois had become almost the defacto second in command of the Dwellers, quietly working together to make life better for the homeless and the forgotten. Many sacrifices were made, but Dubois seemed ok with that. Life had turned around for Dubois, and while it wasn't exactly the model of morality, that was enough for Gata.

The last night Gata stayed with Dubois, the ghost floated over to his side, and ever so gently layed a kiss to it's cheek; the only physical contact he'd ever learned to make in his etherial form. And then, with a smile on his face, he was gone; leaving a very confused Dubois in his wake.