valerius <3
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uni student. occasional artist. reader of fics, appreciator of words. guardian of two cats, one gecko; foster parent to many.
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uni student. occasional artist. reader of fics, appreciator of words. guardian of two cats, one gecko; foster parent to many.
@vcherwenka on instagram for more foster content
A 0.5 Jasper pic from post-Irene-dropoff to mend our souls 💚
December 16, 2025 at 6:23 AM
A 0.5 Jasper pic from post-Irene-dropoff to mend our souls 💚
Irene, born from the lint.
She Who Rules Over the Couch Kingdom.
She Who Sings to Shadows.
The Princess.
🧵7/7
She Who Rules Over the Couch Kingdom.
She Who Sings to Shadows.
The Princess.
🧵7/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Irene, born from the lint.
She Who Rules Over the Couch Kingdom.
She Who Sings to Shadows.
The Princess.
🧵7/7
She Who Rules Over the Couch Kingdom.
She Who Sings to Shadows.
The Princess.
🧵7/7
She squeaks. Once. A noise that means: "I can destroy you. I can love you. I'll take a nap instead."
She’s a part of you. She is stitched into your shirt. She's part of your rhythm when you bounce her.
🧵6/7
She’s a part of you. She is stitched into your shirt. She's part of your rhythm when you bounce her.
🧵6/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
She squeaks. Once. A noise that means: "I can destroy you. I can love you. I'll take a nap instead."
She’s a part of you. She is stitched into your shirt. She's part of your rhythm when you bounce her.
🧵6/7
She’s a part of you. She is stitched into your shirt. She's part of your rhythm when you bounce her.
🧵6/7
Bits of fur in each sunbeam. A glory that does not demand to be recorded—simply is, side by side with gecko, beetles, and crickets in a universe shaped like a terrarium.
🧵5/7
🧵5/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Bits of fur in each sunbeam. A glory that does not demand to be recorded—simply is, side by side with gecko, beetles, and crickets in a universe shaped like a terrarium.
🧵5/7
🧵5/7
She is constructed out of lint and dream sense. Beautiful teeth. Unbegrudging brutalism. I share with her my finest hoodie cord and she bites it with all the compassion of a monarch allowing a gift.
🧵4/7
🧵4/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
She is constructed out of lint and dream sense. Beautiful teeth. Unbegrudging brutalism. I share with her my finest hoodie cord and she bites it with all the compassion of a monarch allowing a gift.
🧵4/7
🧵4/7
She works her paw over the fabric as if it owes her a tithe, purrs in a way that’s turning the universe back to a softer tuning, a paw at a time.
🧵3/7
🧵3/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
She works her paw over the fabric as if it owes her a tithe, purrs in a way that’s turning the universe back to a softer tuning, a paw at a time.
🧵3/7
🧵3/7
Ode to Irene, Who Reigns in Dust
(for the Lint Princess of Lap and Law)
I encounter her in the lap of a god in a hoodie. She’s smaller than judgment, warmer than prophecy. She blinks slowly at first, like snow melt, and all transgressions in past lives are forgiven.
🧵2/7
(for the Lint Princess of Lap and Law)
I encounter her in the lap of a god in a hoodie. She’s smaller than judgment, warmer than prophecy. She blinks slowly at first, like snow melt, and all transgressions in past lives are forgiven.
🧵2/7
December 15, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Ode to Irene, Who Reigns in Dust
(for the Lint Princess of Lap and Law)
I encounter her in the lap of a god in a hoodie. She’s smaller than judgment, warmer than prophecy. She blinks slowly at first, like snow melt, and all transgressions in past lives are forgiven.
🧵2/7
(for the Lint Princess of Lap and Law)
I encounter her in the lap of a god in a hoodie. She’s smaller than judgment, warmer than prophecy. She blinks slowly at first, like snow melt, and all transgressions in past lives are forgiven.
🧵2/7