#catscradle

He kept going he just wanted this person dead. All these fucking people , these stupid urban shade workers

They made him and others like him a long with sebbie suffer horrible fates

He wanted to avenge them all he wanted their blood to spill

He was so hyper focused on his task ignoring the way the clothes soaked up the blood being splattered by his punches. His tail never once released its grip.

Until he felt something snap around his neck and force him to stand at a distance and off the researcher he was beating up.

He turned glaring at the four fingered and star masked person holding the snare. A low hiss like sound escaping between his bared black fangs.

His wings furled with his struggle to yank off the snare but found himself gasping at the tightening action done in return. His tail coiled and withered against itself in a snake like motion.

"fuck you!! I'm not going anywhere with you fucking corrupted freaks !!" He yelled out with pure wrath and rage . Even digging his combat boots into the concrete floor to prove a point.

".... Unnecessary noncompliance."

[It moved quickly, re-situating its grip on the snare rod to hoist Allo into the air, further tightening the business end of the snare. It began to walk towards the containment wing of the facility, metal boots tapping against the floor.]

[... It didn't speak once.]

[The facility was more like a maze with how it was built, with every door, every hallway, everything, looking the same.]

[It didn't even look winded, even though it was carrying Allo around via its snare.]

"... Understood."

[It opened a door, lowering the snare, just to put him in the room.]

"You are allowed MR-P privileges, so long as you behave. Freeroam is not permitted." [A long pause.]

Fluffynightkiller week 2022 day 5: Soft and fluffy

What could be better then cuddling your bf, and your other bf who can turn into a cat!

Cat’s cradle au is by me, @yuriyuruandyuraart​ and @digitalvoidheart​

Original nightmare by jokublog

Original ccino belongs to black-nyanko

Harry Smith, ethnomusicologist & cat's cradle string-game expert, this be Cat's Whiskers design. Weakening malnourished in NY Bowery Franciscan shelter, he stayed with me a few weeks, then we went together to Naropa Institute; as resident alchemist-philosopher he remained till his last year & trip to New York 1991 to receive a Grammy award for life-long advancement of American Folk Music. March 21, 1988, N.Y.  (photo & caption: Allen Ginsberg)