#signature ocelot

[webkinztournament]

[deadscell]

[spookyclookykinz]

hat!! :o)

[chiropteracupola]

There's a game that I play / There are rules I had to break / There's mistakes that I made / But I made them my way...

[yandereunsolved]

🐈 Yandere Revolver Ocelot (MGS3) 🐈

{ reader's codename: darling }

Within the forests of Russia, you creep, seeking out the head that will bring you a fortune. A certain major has sorely pissed off one of your clients. What does it matter that you have a personal vendetta against the one you are hunting? It's an added bonus.

[ A call comes from line of your clientele―frequency 140.00. You pick it up.]

[ The connection is pure static for a few moments before the familiar sounds of the forest overlap in your ears. ]

The hair on your arms bristles as the all-too-familiar click of a revolver's hammer sounds at the back of your head.

"You're mistaken," you quietly respond, gritting your teeth―fucking damn it all!

You take a breath to try to soothe your intrinsic instincts.

"I have found you and come with news most unfortunate, Ocelot. You're going to die... at my hands."

Ocelot fiendishly chuckles, as if he is some sort of movie villain who has trapped you with his overly elaborate, brilliant plan.

"Heh, don't tease me like that." You can practically feel him winking despite the lack of his face.

"I think we both know I've won this round," he purrs out, rolling the head of your client out in front of you, "and you get to be my purrize."

You take his moment of amusement, in which his guard has been slightly lowered, to duck under his revolver, elbow him in the gut, and shoulder throw him. His back hits the dirt with a pornographic grunt, back arching. The sound of rustling catches your attention, and his arm slips through your grasp—just animals, you scold yourself.

Creating space from him before he can recover, you raise his revolver from the ground and aim it at him. You cock your head to the side. He looks good at this angle.

"Revolvers are perfect for you. They're outdated, inefficient, and jam easily." Snark taints your usually controlled guise.

His head pops up with an expression of pure offense, betrayed by his pixie smirk. He props himself up but doesn't make a move toward you. You almost fire, but that human part of you is intrigued by how he'll respond.

"Don't be so jealous that my hands caress my revolvers and not you."

"Typical Ocelot, tsk." He's outlived his use. "I am not the Russian tart who changed his signature weapon as soon as some American babe told him to."

Your finger pulls the trigger, the hammer clicking, but no bullet exits. It's then that you realize the chamber is empty.

Ocelot uses your surprise―weakness to his advantage.

"Meow."

You pull one of your guns out of its holster to kill him, but it's shot out of your hand, nicking you. His unit comes out from the forest foliage, closing in on you. And you feel―woozy.

The world begins to spin, but you're standing still. You feel the side of your neck and pull a dart out as your knees give in. Gracelessly, you collapse onto the ground, the whiz of a couple more darts embedding themselves in you.

Your vision blurs even further. Every sound seems muted, every one except his voice. He's purring in your ear! Ocelot tilts your chin up, squeezing your cheeks.

"Such a silly, pretty kitty. And you're all mine."

You feel a fuzzy sensation on your head, like you're being petted, before losing consciousness.

"Snaaaaaaaake!"

You jolt up at the furious shout. It's silent. You wipe what you assume is sweat off your face, touching your ears to make sure your hearing hasn't gone. It's so silent that you'd think death swept the halls and took everyone's souls but yours.

You adjust on the oddly soft mattress, trying to get your bearings. The clanging of an iron chain breaks the silence, drawing your attention down to your ankle. Yanking off the blankets, you see a chain bolted to the floor, securing your ankle along with it.

Damn it.

There are no distinctive marks or anything for the matter in this dull, concrete room. You've been stripped of all your weapons. Your clothes have been changed to a baggy GRU uniform, minus the head covering and boots. A shudder runs down your spine.

Before your mind has time to mull over the PTSD-inducing possibilities, you hear the click of spurs nearing the entrance to where you are being held.

Ocelot's smug face and unwanted presence enter your cell, two soldiers guarding the entry. He looks so proud of himself after almost getting his brains splattered. He even has the gall to finger gun at you; what a fucking twat.

"I have a present for you, Darling. I think it'll clear up all the confusion in our relationship."

He's almost giddy as he unties the drawstring bag from his side. He pulls out a chain leash with a matching collar. He dangles them in front of you like they're treats. He shakes the collar; it's a prong collar, with a tag that hangs from it with the GRU symbol.

Ocelot rolls his eyes at your obvious lack of enthusiasm.

"Don't give me that look! It'll fit you purrfectly."

He slots his knee between your thighs teasingly, egging you on.

"No." You say it flatly, devoid of any emotion; the new stone-cold expression on your features reflects this.

For a moment, you could dare to say that he was hurt by the rejection, but his words seemed as if your aversion was more of a turn-on.

"The more you struggle, the worse you'll make it for yourself. But―do. Then I'll be able to try out my new torture techniques on you!"

His one hand drops the leash on the floor, kicking it away. The other slides up to your neck and gives it a firm squeeze. You don't react. He slips the collar onto you, happily purring at the new addition to his Darling.

He leans in close to your face, his finger slipping into the pull ring, nearly kissing you as his lips form the words, "Say, 'I love you, Ocelot.'"

You spit in his face.

"Kiss off and go deep-throat your revolvers, Kitten," you hiss, barely restrained by the thought of the worse fates that lie after your resistance.

[mystic-lumber]

DISCLAIMER: this blog has been merged w my main. Please go to @vanitythevantropist to see my posts

Introduction:

Hey there, everyone! It’s me :D You may know me as @vanitythevantropist! This is my therian account, mainly focusing on those aspects of me, though I may mention other things (satanism, mental health, etc) if I feel like it.

I’m 17, omnisexual/aromantic & go by he/it/they^^ (Transmasc btw :P)

Also, ma socials:

Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/vanithevantropist.bsky.social

My Names:

-Vanity/Vani (if you wanna stick to my main)

-Cutlass (preferred but not required)

-Lumber

My Kins:

-Indoraptor/Velociraptor (Jurassic Park): main kin

-Night Fury (HTTYD): main kin

-Draganthro: anthro dragon

-Demon

-Werewolf/Wolf

-Ocelot

-Fallow deer (magic)

-Song bird(?): type unknown

-Horse: unicorn, alicorn? Unsure

-Meerkat: kinsidering

My Asks:

Lizard Therapy:

Status: always open <3

Lizard therapy is basically a little thing I have going where, if you have any therian troubles like dysphoria, you may send me an ask (anon or not) and I will do my best to help you! You don’t need to worry about judgement, it’s not in my code as an up-and-coming therapist <3

Disclaimer; I am still in high school and, therefore, am not a qualified therapist. I do my best with hat I have

Ps: I do note down anon signatures <3

Tag: #Lizard therapy

Therian edit requests:

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ACTUALLY REQUESTING: When you request something, I want to know these things:

-What kin do you want me to edit?

-Do you have a picture you want me to edit?

-What colors do you want the lines to be and do you want them to glow?

-Do you want any symbols or items in the image?

-What are the vibes you want?

Tag: #Cut’s creations

EXAMPLES (bottom two were requests):

My Rules:

1. I am a minor, so no flirting or making sexual comments toward me. Suggestive jokes are fine tho ^^

2. There is no DNI list. If I do not like someone, I will simply block them. I wish to avoid being judgmental even if said judgment seems justified to most people. I am running on the therapist code and simply cannot do that <3

3. If you wish to be my friend, please don’t DM me. I’d prefer it happen naturally ^^ (you may DM me requesting refs of my kinsonas if you wish to draw them tho!)

My tags:

#Lizard therapy: listed above (Idk how to explain it simply lol)

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Cut answers: answering asks

#Papa dragon blogs: posts about my children (plushies, figures, pets, etc)

#Dragon comfort: me posting about comforting you without any asks (different from lizard therapy)

[little-red-fool]

What I quite like about Ocelot’s design in Delta apart from him having a more fox-like appearance and having his signature nose is that his hair is an ashy-grey rather than a more platinum blond like how it was in the original and I can’t lie I do think it really suits him.

[fiddleddarts]

Ocelot Adopt [OPEN] (Hazbin/Helluva)

Rules below:

Once bought, you will receive the HD version! 

Rules: ✫ Comment or DM to claim- flat price (shown in the art)! ✫ Purchased through Paypal ($USD) ✫ Payment is preferred to be made 24 hrs after claiming ✫ There are no refunds after purchasing ✫ The adopt is yours, all I ask is that you credit me for the original design and leave my signature!

[petyou]

omg webkinz assignment PLEASE i love love love webkinz

i think you would be the …

signature ocelot!

[phieral]

﹙ 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂: 𝐽𝐴𝑁𝐸 𝐵𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 ﹚𝄒ㅤ ㅤⓘㅤ 🪽

Diario de Jane Boolittle [BJF62] signature lanzada en 2013. Hasta abajo podrás encontrar la versión gráfica.

TAGS: Diario, Jane Boolittle, Monster High.

CR: Mattel.

La traducción fue hecha por mí, NO ES OFICIAL. ♱⎯⎯ 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐿𝑆𝑇𝑆 𝑀𝐻: 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 | 𝐷𝐼𝐴𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑆 | 𝐶𝑂́𝑀𝐼𝐶𝑆

07.10 Papá quiere enviarme a una escuela llamada Monster High. Para ello tendría que salir de la selva. No me hace ninguna gracia. Papá cree que necesito socializar con otros monstruos de mi edad. Dice que pasar el rato en la estación de investigación con un montón de viejos científicos locos y monstruos no me enseña a vivir en el mundo real y que debería tener la oportunidad de relacionarme con monstruos de mi edad. Pffffttttt ... socializar es para los pájaros. Se los he preguntado.

07.15 A pesar de mis argumentos en contra, aún no me he librado de tener que ir a Monster High. Sé que no debería oponerme tanto a ir, es sólo que llevo viviendo en esa estación desde que papá y el Dr. Moreau me encontraron corriendo salvaje por la selva hace diez años y me adoptaron. Es mi hogar y sé que lo echaría mucho de menos, así como a mi padre. Él fue el primer fantasma, en realidad, el primer monstruo no cuadrúpedo de cualquier tipo que recuerdo haber visto, y entendía el lenguaje de los animales tan bien como yo. Bueno, casi, se le va un poco el acento cuando habla Jaguar pero son demasiado educados para decírselo. En cualquier caso, alegué que si abandonaba la estación perderían a una traductor de criaturas, que los científicos locos necesitan para sus expediciones de investigación. Papá es sólo un fantasma y no puede estar en todas partes a la vez. Me pareció un argumento bastante bueno hasta que papá y el doctor Moreau me recordaron que las expediciones siempre se programan para la estación seca, que coincide con las vacaciones de verano. También dijeron que a la larga sería más beneficioso para la estación de investigación que yo aprendiera a interactuar mejor con otros monstruos, sobre todo porque querían poner en marcha excursiones ecológicas para ayudar a la investigación de la estación y querían que yo fuera el guía principal. El Dr. M. dijo: —No nos servirá de nada que corras a esconderte cada vez que te encuentres con un monstruo nuevo—. Les dije que me lo pensaría.

07.25 Esta mañana he vuelto de una carrera/escalada por la selva y me he encontrado con un visitante en la casa del árbol, o mejor dicho, dos visitantes. La primera era una nightmare pastando en nuestro jardín. Nunca había visto una, al menos despierta, y levantó la cabeza y resopló: —¿Quién está ahí?— antes de que yo saliera de la selva. Debió de olerme, porque casi no hago ruido al andar. Le contesté: —Me llamo Jane y soy una amiga—. La nightmare dio un paso atrás por un momento y giró sus orejas en mi dirección. Relinchó suavemente: —Casi parece que entiendes lo que he dicho... qué raro—. Le aseguré que sí entendía lo que decía y ella caminó hacia mí, bajó la cabeza y sacudió su melena. —Pues bien, tengo un picor detrás de la oreja izquierda que me encantaría rascar y como mi jinete está ocupado en otro sitio ¿serías tan amable de rascármelo?—. Lo hice con mucho gusto para su alivio y disfrute. —Dime, jovencita—, me preguntó, —¿cómo es que entiendes lo que digo?—. Le dije que no lo sabía, pero que siempre recordaba haber sido capaz de entender y hablar con criaturas y animales. —Ahh—, respondió, —entonces eres tú a quien mi jinete ha venido a ver. Creo que te está esperando en tu establo, err... casa—. Lo primero que pensé al oír eso fue volver a la selva. Prefiero trepar al árbol más alto, con el viento más fuerte, en la noche más oscura, durante el mayor aguacero que encontrarme con un nuevo monstruo. Me he topado con dragones que no me asustaban tanto, pero me armé de valor y subí lentamente las escaleras. Podía oír a mi padre contándole a nuestro visitante cómo un ocelote les había hablado a él y al Dr. M de una joven ghoul que vivía sola en la selva. A mi padre le dio la curiosidad, así que se dispusieron a buscarme. Tardaron mucho porque yo no quería que me encontraran. Al final me encontraron a mí y a mi perezoso vudú Needles, que vivíamos en una cueva lejos de la civilización. Les costó mucha paciencia y amabilidad, pero al final nos convencieron para que volviéramos con ellos. Cuando llegué a lo alto de las escaleras pude ver que papá y el Dr. M. estaban tomando el té con una monstruo muy bien vestida que mantenía una conversación a pesar de que su cabeza estaba sola en el asiento de al lado. Cuando me vio, sus manos se acercaron, le levantaron la cabeza, se la volvieron a colocar sobre los hombros y se levantó. —Jane, quiero presentarte a la directora Decapitada Buenasangre. Se quedará con nosotros unos días y tiene una proposición para ti—. Me sonrió y dijo: —Hola, Jane, he oído que estás interesada en ser alumna de Monster High—. Sabía que debería haber huido cuando tuve la oportunidad.

07.26 La directora Buenasangre es una monstruo muy interesante. Es amable, educada y, como he descubierto hoy, más dura de lo que parece. Me pidió que la llevara a recorrer la selva y parecía muy interesada en el lugar donde el Dr. M y papá me encontraron. Dudaba de que pudiera seguirme el ritmo, porque había que caminar mucho para llegar hasta allí y los senderos eran demasiado estrechos y cubiertos de maleza para su Nightmare. Tendría que ir a pie. Ella pareció percibir mis dudas y me aseguró que no nos retrasaría. Dejé atrás a Needles y le dije que no nos siguiera, a lo que abrió un ojo, me sacó la lengua y volvió a dormirse. La directora Buenasangre fue fiel a su palabra y siguió conmigo, incluso cuando el camino se volvió fangoso y empinado. Nunca se quejó ni preguntó: "¿Cuánto falta?". Me preguntó por mi capacidad para hablar con los animales y le dije que sí, que podía hablar y entender su lenguaje, pero que eso no significaba que pudiera controlarlos. Los animales tienen mentes y agendas propias y no siempre harán lo que les pidas sólo porque hables su idioma. —No es muy distinto a dirigir un instituto lleno de monstruos adolescentes—, respondió riendo la directora. Por fin llegamos a mi "antiguo hogar" y, aunque la selva casi lo había reclamado, la vieja cabaña seguía allí. Paseamos y hablamos un poco más sobre mi pasado, que no recuerdo, y mi futuro, al que tengo que enfrentarme. Me agradó mucho, así que quizá le dé una oportunidad a Monster High.

08.02 No sé cuánto tiempo viví sola en la selva antes de que papá y el Dr. M. me encontraran. Las criaturas de la selva no registran el tiempo del mismo modo que los monstruos que viven en la civilización. Nosotros... Quiero decir ellos, marcan el tiempo por las estaciones secas y lluviosas, o por eventos que están fuera de lo ordinario como terremotos y volcanes o años donde hay mucho de un tipo de comida y no mucho de otra. Así que no estoy segura de cuántos años tengo en realidad. Ni siquiera sé exactamente qué clase de monstruo soy. Como científico loco, papá tiene libros sobre todo tipo de criaturas y monstruos, pero yo no parezco estar en ninguno de ellos. No yo específicamente, por supuesto, eso sería extraño, sino cualquier monstruo como yo. Papá dice que la selva es tan vasta que es posible que haya tipos de monstruos que aún no han sido descubiertos. Las únicas pistas que tengo son Needles y mi bastón; nunca salgo de excursión sin él, siento que me conecta con mi misterioso pasado. Le he preguntado a Needles, pero me dice lo mismo que el bastón. Creo que sabe algo, pero no me lo dice. Oh, bueno, tal vez lo descubra y tal vez no. Ahora mismo tengo una vida estupenda, así que no me voy a quejar.

08.15 Me he decidido a asistir a Monster High aunque creo que será una transición estresante y aterradora. No es que piense ser el alma de la fiesta o algo así; la sola idea de estar en una habitación con más de tres monstruos a la vez me hace querer encontrar un árbol al que trepar o un agujero en el que esconderme; pero sé que no puedo hacerlo para siempre, así que lo aprovecharé al máximo y espero poder hacerlo; si no logro domar mi lado tímido, al menos quiero llevarme bien con otros monstruos.

SOBRE MÍ Nombre: Jane Boolittle Edad: 15 o 16 Padres Monstruos: Doctor Boolittle Estilo Matador: Supongo que podría decirse que mi estilo es de jungla: adoro la piel sintética, los estampados de animales y las plumas. También tengo un bastón que me encanta y sin el que no puedo estar. Monstruosa Imperfección: Enfrentar mis miedos en una isla selvática con la única compañía de animales no me preparó para interactuar con otros monstruos en grupo. Cuando me encuentro en esa situación se me acelera el pulso, respiro muy rápido y empiezo a buscar lugares donde esconderme. Mascota: Needles es mi perezoso vudú. Lo amo mucho, pero siempre se queda atascado, así que tengo que decirle constantemente que tenga cuidado. Actividad Favorita: Una buena caminata. No hay nada tan tranquilo y estimulante como explorar la naturaleza y conocer a las criaturas que la habitan. Espantoso Fastidio: Cuando los monstruos quieren que escuche a escondidas las conversaciones entre sus criaturas de compañía y otros animales. Sinceramente, es igual de grosero a que yo estuviera escuchando la conversación de un monstruo con uno de sus amigos. Clase Favorita: ¡Muerdología es colmitástica! Todavía no he ido a clase, pero tengo los libros y estoy aprendiendo mucho. Clase Menos Favorita: Recetas Caseras. Soy buena consiguiendo los ingredientes pero si tengo que ponerlas en una receta... Color Favorito: Azul y Negro Comida Favorita: Mangos. Cuando no puedo conseguirlas frescas, como las secas, deliciosas. BFF's: Soy amiga de todos los animales en necesidad.

ㅤ 𔘓 ﹙ 𝔓HI⎯⎯ 𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐿 ﹚ 🪦 ̸̷ׅ ׄ ㅤ “𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖” 9 de julio de 2024

[webkinztournament]

[starknightgirl]

MCC34 Orange Ocelots Skins!

Guess who has sat on these for multiple days? Me, that's who.

If this is the first post you’re seeing of mine, hi! I have made a lot of CaptainSparklez’ team’s skins, ever since MCC14 (links: MCC15, MCC16, MCC17, MCC18, MCC19, MCC21, MCC22, MCC23, MCC24, MCC25, MCC28, MCC30, MCC31, MCC32, MCC33). On occasion I’ve also made skins for other teams, such as the Red Rabbits of MCC Rising. Feel free to share this, just tag this post so that it links back to me. Thank you! Ok, more below the cut.

I’m using my reddit username as the signature, don’t worry I’m not stealing from anyone.

I've very rarely done space themed skins. And for good reason, it's hard. I was told that this didn't look like space themed. So maybe I failed this time too. But I really wanted to try. And I'm actually pretty happy with how these turned out. Even if they don't look terribly space themed. The cats were a little bit difficult but also turned out well.

Alright, time for the individual breakdowns.

First up, Smallishbeans. I had to include his vest. By far the hardest part was probably recoloring the hair stripe. I wanted to make sure the subtle way it blends back into the brown hair was maintained.

Next, KaraCorvus. Who has apparently had a hairstyle change. I like it, but I missed the bows. So along with the half skirt, I added a bow and a star in the hair. And as usual I had to shorten the hair. Also I have no idea if the eyes should be orange? There didn't seem to be a standard skin with this hair. Maybe I just missed it. Anyways, I figured orange eyes would be appropriate so.

Punz was probably the most difficult. Integrating the hood without making it overpower everything else was tricky. I think I managed in the end. Oh and stripe of course, can't forget those. Those are probably my favorite part. Fun fact, I debating adding a belt, but the less said about how that turned out, the better.

And finally, CaptainSparklez. Fun fact, this is the first time he's been on Orange since MCC1. So that's fun! Honestly there's nothing really special going on here. Got a shortened coat, two toned glasses, nothing really new.

Here's all the skins in case you want them for yourself.

[moreb4tz]

i want the signature ocelot because i remember back in elementary school when we all had to pick an animal to do a report on and i picked ocelots and then we all went on a field trip to the zoo and we got to see the animals we picked and it was really fun and ocelots are also super adorable so i want the webkinz version >_<

[awesomehardcollectorangel]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Ralph Lauren purple label 50 anniversary runway ocelot boots. New without box.

[mystic-lumber]

Gosh, I saw ur lizard teacher post on my dash and I'm so happy I legit might cry rn /srs (it's kinda late and I feel horrible so this might be dramatic).

Today I've seen THREE posts from people who kin a dude I'm trying to kinfirm and it feels horrible. I feel shaky and nauseous, cried once, and my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. I don't even know if this means anything but I honestly feel almost possessive of the character and feel super out of my element when he's mentioned in a kin post.

I just don't have any memories, or very many feelings yet about the other characters from his point of view to speak. I see them through myself but maybe because he might be me that's what it seems like??? That's what it's like with my other kin as well.

I also have no exotrauma (yet), and it just makes me feel weird because the character is traumatized beyond comprehension tbh. And I can interact with the source and not like... Feel super bad for anything that happened, like obviously I feel bad, but not sickened, and I'm pretty sure I have to feel that way, that's the whole point of the game (or a big part of it at least). I just have like... Weirdly low empathy, though I have probably average amounts of sympathy. Though I could just be desensitized in general lmao.

I relate to him, but maybe not the story? Like yeah that happened but maybe I am him from a different universe where nothing bad happened..? Maybe I don't feel what he would in game because that never happened? It might also just be wishful fan thinking as well.

I just wonder if it'll go the same way like my other kin. Heavily, heavily relate, even if we're not completely similar, "he's legit my blorbo babygirl husband me!!"(woah that made no sense), then maybe relate a bit too much, find out about fictionkins [though I've already found out about them, so we can skip that step], kinsider for the LONGEST time, finally get mems or something like them, and finally kinfirm but still really, really feel like I'm faking it.

Anyways, what I'm going to do is try not to throw up, and keep ingesting the media to see what kinda feelings pop up.

-anon 🚀🪱

(I've never really submitted anything anonymously and it's okay if you don't wanna keep track of my emoji combos, it's more for me)

This one seems like a struggle for you, anon, and I’m so sorry to hear it’s causing you so much stress <3 Your feelings are valid. I’ll say it again, your feelings are valid. You cannot control your emotions, only how you handle them, and looking for help is an excellent way of doing that

I completely understand being defensive of your character, as you feel like they are or should be you. It’s okay to be troubled about that.

I know that you aren’t faking it because you are deliberately telling me that you’re scared of faking. That’s a clear sign that this is you genuinely trying to find yourself and I respect that a lot.

This character may not end up being a kin when you test them out a bit, or they could be like what my ocelot kin is to me; still there, but not as strong as my other kins. This happens and it’s valid to not have super strong emotions regarding them <3 I don’t have those emotions about my fictionkins’ negative experiences either

I think the best thing you could do here is regulate your screentime to avoid any panicking. See if you can figure things out on your own and, if you feel you can’t, come to alterhuman creators like me for help! We’ll be around <3

And yes, I will remember your anon signature! It’s goin in my notes >:3

[acidbathdemon]

would you mind if i used your revolver ocelot chibi in a forum signature? i'd link it back to you, ofc ^_^ ! no worries if you're not ok with it, though!

go ahead! yeah just credit me thank u