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"I lost the ability to love years ago" SUPER DARK THEMES (Vietnam War/PTSD) Semi-selective Writer Tag: #OWOWOWFUCKISTUBBEDMYTOE

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❤️&♻️ much appreciated 

Same mun as @/KinkyDust and @/TheHeirCharlie

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<— on how way to out cunt them both

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“Do you think guns are supposed to be civilized?”

"Guns are dumb. A very uncivilized form of weaponry, ah' do say. Ah' much prefer something more... intimate~."



“Yes it is, I’ve seen things no man should see. I’ve seen children dying of starvation, I’ve seen people for covered in flaming napalm, so what if I want to take a soft drug”

The buck simply scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms impatiently. “Oh please. This is merely for your own safety. Honestly Husker, it is not this serious”



“Who the fuck are you, James Madison”

Alastor’s ears perked slightly as he stared Husk down. “Slave? Oh no no no, you willingly gave yourself to me! That is different”



“I’m an adult who can what he fucking pleases. What have you done other than being a terrifying emotionless god of death? Why do you get to dictate what I do with my life? I understand I’m your slave but that means I work for you, not live by you!”

“You’re unstable is what you are!” Strangely enough Alastor’s odd and honestly demeaning behavior comes from a place of worry- Can’t have his most trusted confidant getting intoxicated and accidentally killed now can he?



“You asshole, I’m a grown fucking adult, I fought in two wars, I killed people, so fucking what if I wanna drop acid, I have earned the fucking right”

He didn’t mind some scratching, he’s used to it by now. But he’s barging into Husk’s room now, casually plopping him onto his bed.



“Fuck you you’re giving me $20 then, this is good shit” Scratching now

“HA! No!” And up to the cat’s room they go!



“This was expensive shit put me down, I gotta wait like 2 weeks to do this again to make it worth my money, put me down”

Good thing his grip is tight! He’s carrying Husk up to the cat’s room, best to sleep this off.



Heavy squirming “Eh, no, put me down, no” He is flopping around violently in Alastors grasp

“Moving you” He’s tucking Husk under his arm now!



“The fuck are you doing”

Ah. That makes sense. Tossing the gun away Alastor is scooping the cat up! Might as well put him to bed before he pukes on himself and passes out on the couch.



He stares blankly at Alastor as he disarms him

And he’s grumpily snatching the pistol from Husk’s hold, it’s empty anyway.



*click*

“I…what?” He’s trying to figure out if the cat’s extra drunk or high-



“Try me, Charlie”

The buck’s ears pinned back for a moment as he let out a grumpy huff. “..Rude.”



He points the empty pistol at Alastor “Hand, gone” He re-cocks the pistol

He’s reaching forward to scratch under the feline’s chin, a habit he picked up long ago. “Honestly Husker, what has gotten into you today?”



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