Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
my new therapy, hello tumblr
i miss my cat, khonshu, so here are some things about him that just make sense; he’s a black cat
would hide away and sneak on my other pets until he finally had his chance to just *BAP* and add a little bit of trauma to their lives
would never let me bathe him BUT would LOVE washing himself in dirty dish water ????
didn’t know how to meow so just grunted whenever he needed to make an announcement
would make a squeak whenever landing on any surface
cling onto my arm for dear life while we slept
New use for doll houses, Dust Feast. My cat likes eating dust. Idk why
Idk if I should post daily photos on my cats 🤔 (also ignore the tiny mess on the side ;-;)
This is possibly day 1
*places a ball of yarn gently on top of the laundry basket*
Okay now if I don't bring the laundry upstairs my cats will die
(cat tax)
(yes all of my hobbies include stuff that my cats will hapily eat)
Clears throat awkwardly* uhm…. My boy 0^0
a really little animated black cat with giant eyes and no other discernible features
Blair Waldorf x Reader - "A Moment in Time"
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Blair Waldorf's Upper East Side apartment, casting a golden sheen on the velvet curtains. The city hummed just outside, but inside, there was only peace. You and Blair were sitting on her plush couch, a cozy moment in an otherwise chaotic life. Her head rested against your shoulder, her long lashes fluttering as she half-heartedly scrolled through her phone.
"Can you believe it's almost the end of the week?" Blair sighed, her voice wrapped in the usual hint of frustration that only Blair could master. "I’ve barely had time to think about anything but that dreadful event at the museum."
You smiled, brushing a strand of her glossy hair from her face. "You always find a way to make it perfect, Blair. You’ll be brilliant as always. Besides, you deserve a break. Maybe we can do something—just the two of us—after the event?"
Blair’s lips quirked into a small, teasing smile as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze. "I do like the sound of that." She paused, eyes glimmering. "As long as it’s something that doesn’t involve me fighting off a crowd of sycophants."
"Deal," you laughed, knowing Blair’s tendency to seek solitude after events, preferring a quieter, more intimate evening rather than the usual sea of socialites.
Blair shifted closer, curling her legs beneath her. She tucked her head into your neck, breathing in your scent as if it was the only thing that could calm her. Her warm presence against you felt like a shield against the world, and you were more than happy to be her safe haven.
"How do you always know exactly what I need?" Blair murmured, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. She rarely let her guard down, even with you, but in these quiet moments, you got to see the side of Blair that was so deeply caring and, yes, sometimes a little bit fragile.
You placed a gentle kiss on her temple. "I think I just know you, Blair," you said, your hand gently smoothing the fabric of her dress. "And I know you’re always putting others first. But you deserve to take a moment for yourself. Especially with everything you do."
Blair’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a moment, the world outside disappeared. All that mattered was the two of you, in this little bubble of intimacy and warmth. She held your gaze with a mix of admiration and something softer—something that said she was so thankful to have you in her life.
“You always make me feel like I’m more than just the things people expect of me,” she said quietly. "Like I'm enough, just as I am."
Your heart fluttered. You cupped her face gently, running your thumb over her cheek in a tender gesture. "You are more than enough, Blair. You are everything I need. Always."
Her breath hitched slightly at the intensity of your words, and for a moment, Blair Waldorf, the queen of the Upper East Side, seemed to melt into you. Her hand reached up to rest on yours, and she gave a small, almost shy smile.
"I think I’ve said this before," she said, her voice soft and teasing, "but I may just be the luckiest girl in New York."
You chuckled, brushing your lips over her forehead. "And I’m the luckiest girl in the world, having you."
Blair’s smile widened, her eyes softening as she leaned into you even more. “I’m starting to think that, too,” she whispered, her fingers tracing small circles on your hand as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.
Outside, the world carried on, but for now, everything was perfect. Just the two of you, surrounded by nothing but love and the promise of more quiet moments together.
THE PURRITOS IM IN TEARS HES SO CUTE
The way he holds onto his purritos with his claws 🥹
THE BEST VOID EVER
Photo dump of my cutie pie (+ other kitty photo) <3
The voidddddduhhhh. KITTTYYYYUYHYH
Black cats are NOT decorations.
If you adopt a black cat, or any cat for that matter, it is a real, living animal that needs your care and attention for the rest of its life. Do not just adopt a black cat for Halloween and then return it to the shelter. It's cruel. Black cats rarely get adopted because of the superstition surrounding them and some are even killed on purpose, so adopting one just to return it is like teasing the poor thing.
The issue of adopting black cats for Halloween and then releasing or giving them up is so bad that many shelters do not allow adoption of black cats in October.
There is no excuse to be cruel to an animal, especially if it's just because it has dark fur.
Please, respect cats.
Reblog to spread awareness please. /nf
oh and sitting in the trucks and taking selfies
Saw that it was easy to draw black cats just by drawing a blob and adding eyes. Figured I’d give it a try…
Turned out pretty well for my first time!!
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Kagamine Rin & Len "Black Cats of the Eve" sticker design I forgot to post earlier that I made for the upcoming local art market I’m going to participate in! More multifandom merch designs to come :3
“Old man’s treasure” by Karl Gussow.