#@space-clowder

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Currently reading: Dark Wizard by Jeffe Kennedy

Currently Watching: Dark Winds (Just finished Good Omens Season 2)

Current Obsession: Trying to finish a novel

[sparklykat-hideoutenthusiast]

I, Oregon, am all three of those. (Your banner)

Lol, that's real honestly -w-

[nevesmose]

Fic ideas: Sevatar's first week as First Captain, where he realizes how many cats he has to herd as part of his new position? Konrad and Mortarion being awful bffs together? Horus and his scrungly new goth brother? Kyroptera joint venting session?

Last Chance on 8th Street

So in a perhaps too literal interpretation I combined "Sevatar's first week herding cats" with "Horus and his scrungly goth brother" and this was where things ended up. Trying to go for a kind of The Iron Giant "stereotypical 1950s USA that never really existed" vibe I think?

Somewhere in the idealised American past, a no-good street punk is sentenced to community service.

He's just so bald, Sevatar thought unkindly as he looked at the back of Police Chief Horus Lupercal's head. So goddamn bald.

It definitely wasn't the first time he had been in the back of a police car, but it was the first time he'd done it without his hands cuffed behind his back.

"You should consider yourself very fortunate to get away with community service after what you did," Horus said, staring daggers at him in the rear-view mirror. "But my father the mayor has decided to try out a new rehabilitation policy on you instead."

That explained the personal chauffeur treatment, Sevatar supposed, grimacing at yet another mention of my father the mayor. If they ever made a talking Horus Lupercal doll, that's what it would say every time you pulled its string.

"Gee whiz, Chief," Sevatar said insincerely. "All this fuss over a little jaywalking?"

"Jaywalking," Horus repeated flatly.

"Yeah, jaywalking. I jaywalked all the way across town at three in the morning to a nice suburban house and then I jaydrove off in their Cadillac. I pulled some jaydonuts in it and then I jayburned it." He shrugged expressively. "But it started with jaywalking."

Horus didn't reply as they halted next to a low, nondescript building with a sign saying 8th STREET MUNICIPAL CAT SHELTER.

"Here we are," he announced. "Your community service. Get out. It's time you met my brother."

"Oh yeah?" Sevatar left the car, scowling, and adjusted his leather jacket with an air of immense self-importance. "And which brother would that be exactly? Because it feels like there's about a hundred of you. Which reminds me," he added nastily, "give my sympathies to Mrs Mayor."

"A real comedian, aren't you?" Horus replied. "Let me put it this way. He's not one of the ones my father the mayor allows to be seen in public."

"Oh shit, is it the crazy one? The one the Army did all those psychic UFO mind control experiments on?"

"Is that what they say about him?" Horus asked innocently. He shouldered open the main door of the building and led Sevatar into a small, dimly-lit reception area empty except for a few metal folding chairs, a desk with a disconnected rotary phone on it, and a poster of a cat on one wall.

"He must be out in the yard," Horus said, gesturing to a door leading to the rear of the building. "And just remember," he continued, turning to point a finger at Sevatar, "when you fail at this, which you will because you're nothing but a worthless punk, I will be here to arrest you personally. Have fun."

With that he left, either ignoring or not hearing Sevatar's response. Sevatar shrugged, lit up a cigarette and headed out into the yard behind the building.

Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't this - an open, grass-covered space dotted with trees and what looked like a variety of homemade cat-sized climbing frames, scratching posts and houses.

And above all, what looked like thousands of cats, everywhere he looked. The most cats he'd ever seen. Like in that horror movie about birds, but... with cats. For some reason every single one of them was some variety of black, grey or white in colour.

Sitting cross-legged in the centre of the yard, surrounded by his own personal clowder, was Konrad Curze, the crazy one of the Mayor's sons.

He was tall, tall enough that you could see it even sitting down, and far thinner than any healthy person should be. He wore grey jeans and a black turtleneck sweater which, combined with his long black hair and intense dark eyes, made him look like a kind of depressed, disappointed beatnik.

The cat hair all over his clothes didn't help.

"Those things will kill you," Curze said, looking over at Sevatar. His voice was raspy, like he'd either used it far too much or far too little.

"What, the cats?"

He shook his head and gently pushed a tuxedo cat with a peculiar marking on its forehead off his lap so he could stand up and walk over to Sevatar. "Cigarettes. Cats will just eat you after you die."

He had to be seven feet tall at least. Sevatar, who fell back on humour at times of uncertainty, found himself compelled to make some kind of remark.

"What's the weather like up there, Legs?"

"Bright and breezy," Curze replied in the same whispery tone. "You must be Jago Sevatarion, here to serve the community."

"It's Sevatar. And yeah, I guess so. Didn't think it would be a community of cats though."

"Cats are vital to the community," Curze replied. "While their actions in keeping down pest populations may seem brutal, or even downright sadistic, their overall contribution is very positive to society."

"Right. But what about, like... endangered birds? Don't they hunt them too?"

"That's utterly irrelevant to me, Sevatar. I just like cats."

They walked together around the yard, with Curze describing in great detail the various duties involved in running the shelter and Sevatar mostly trying not to step on any of the residents.

Eventually his curiosity got the better of him. "You know, they say you're crazy," he ventured at a stopping point in Curze's feline monologue while he was being shown the special-care area.

"They're right," Curze answered bluntly. "Now, Malcharion here is very old and needs his food mushed up with some water."

"Okay. But you don't seem too crazy right now."

Curze paused and looked at him. "I have good days and bad days," he said. "Today is a good day. Do not under any circumstances let Gendor near any of the other cats' food," he added, pointing at a malevolent-looking grey tabby. "He is entirely untrustworthy."

In the end they agreed that Sevatar would be back at nine the next morning, but when the next morning came he woke up at half past eight with no possible way to get to 8th Street on time.

So he gave up and just kind of wandered around, smoking and making vague plans to skip town. That was something people did, after all. Just vanishing one day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a blurry black shape looming up in his peripherial vision. It quickly resolved itself into Konrad Curze and his cat-hair-covered turtleneck who grabbed him forcefully.

"You should be at the cat shelter," Curze rasped, somehow making the phrase into the most terrifying threat Sevatar had ever heard. The taller man had him pinned up against the wall, just about lifting him off his feet through sheer wiry strength, but then he suddenly drew back.

"You weigh hardly anything, Sevatar," he said. "When did you last eat?"

Sevatar told him, and that was how the man who up until that point had seemed intent on killing him insisted on going to the nearest diner instead.

Curze sat opposite him in their booth with a cup of coffee while Sevatar, who had taken the statement to get whatever you want well and truly to heart, was working his way through a cheeseburger, fries, soda, milkshake and a sundae the size of a toddler.

"Today hasn't been a good day," Curze said, as if that explained everything. "I'm given to understand that for you it's this or prison. Is that right?"

Sevatar shrugged. "And, so what if it is?"

Curze thought for a moment, clasping his long fingers around his coffee cup.

"It's very much the same for me," he said eventually. "If I fail at this I'll be of no use at all to my father the Mayor, as Horus so endearingly puts it."

"Is that so?" Sevatar said, or at least intended to say, around a mouthful of burger. It came out as more of a generic inquisitive sound which didn't seem to bother Curze.

"The next step from there would be a long stay at an institution somewhere very far away and, I think, an eventful appointment with a lobotomist. It would be as if I never existed at all."

"That's rough," Sevatar said, not entirely unkindly.

Curze gave a rueful smile. "That's my father," he replied. "He's done it before with his little disappointments. Did you know there used to be twenty of us?"

"No," Sevatar replied, "I didn't know that."

On impulse, he wiped the fry grease off on his white T-shirt and then held out his hand to Curze.

"I'll make you a deal," he said. "Let's help each other to stay out of institutions as long as we can. Just don't try to kill me again."

They shook hands and started discussing how to herd cats.

[mrnnki]

happy pride month

who is the gayest of your ocs :3

gayest OC is a pretty tough competition! I can give ya a list of the top contenders:

Quint - Nobody racks up as many queer points in Clowders & Claws as this guy. He's nonbinary and gay. He sits exactly outside of every boundary the Mouse Catchers can throw at him, and that's the entire point of his character. No one knows what to do with him except him.

Breadheart - If Deadheart is an aroace queen, Breadheart is the king of gay pining. I also imagine him as demisexual, though I don't really ever address that. My guy spends the entirety of Breadheart's Spirit looking after the daughter of the guy he's in love with (who he helped get together with his wife, cause unfortunately for him, Loyalstar is straight). Way before that, he left his cushy kittypet life cause he couldn't resist the pull of his forest cat friend. He's also trans (just finished storyboarding a scene with a line that references it a few days ago)!

Ai-Si - Buckle up for this one.

Nebulisae are hard to draw parallels to human queerness with, since they're so different biologically and socially. But a lot of the characters in Nebulisae are retools of old OCs, so they still have a bit of those flavors attached (which is partially why I jokingly refer to a lot of them with gendered terms despite them not technically fitting those boxes). Ai-Si is one of those characters, and was originally the lesbian love interest of a main character in an old project. So, she's an honorary lesbian in my brain--especially since Zen-An, her initial love interest, was originally a female character before being retooled.

(Someone--you know who you are--pointed out that Ai-Si's colors resemble the genderfluid flag. It wasn't intentional, but it is fun. Since kiste can be considered nebulisian genders to some degree, it actually makes a lot of sense for her.)

Ai-Si, sort of like Quint, doesn't fit into her society. She's a soluki (solu = alone, ki = individual), which means that she was born alone and is considered "undersocialized." She spent a lot of her time following Zen-An around as Zen grew increasingly disinterested in her. She loves him deeply, and has trouble picking up on things like people not liking her--especially if they profess the opposite.

Her whole personality is "too much" for everyone around her. She is unabashedly herself, and always takes up space. She's a loud, proud, and very exaggerated character.

She forms alliances and eventually close relationships with Mil-Ke and Ish-Ki, with the latter becoming something odd and difficult for her to define. But if I gave you any details on that, I'd end up summarizing the story before I even got the chance to write it. ;3

[puppetmaker40]

Fig, Pig, and Ellie Phant

We have a lot of stuffed toys. Fewer than the beginning of the year but, still a lot of fluff. Puppets are all over the place too.

We have a basket that is for cat toys or toys that the cats have declared as their stash.

Fig has two that she loves dearly Piggie, which is the Mo Williams Piggie, and Ellie Phant, which is a Disney Zum Zum of the baby elephant from Jungle Book, these two go with her all over the house. They also come with caterwauling as they carry them around. I can’t figure out if she sees them as prey or kittens. All I know is that both toys were on the bed this morning.

This morning, I awoke with four cats pinning me to the bed. They each had their spot they were sleeping. I moved my left shoulder until Phoebe woke up and moved. I freed my hand and gave her pets and skritches. The others woke up slowing and all came for their morning skritches. We went downstairs as a clowder, and I fed them their morning wet food. No fights this morning.

Now all are settled all over the house napping. Currently Pheobe is behind me. Fig is up on our bed. Mewlan and Inky are in their usual hidey holes in the dining room. Later this afternoon everyone will find their place in the living room.

Today is about outside and playing pick up sticks with the yard. It will be warm enough to play outside. 

This morning, I plan to clear off the coffee table which is covered in important papers. Sweeping the floors. And clearing off the couches. Leave me with a clear space to work on the next paperwork project.

I am grateful for Caturday.

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Tori was excited about going outside on the porch and she just had to tell Hook before she followed us outside, lol

Tori is a dog that's been raised around cats, and Hook is a cat that's been around a dog his whole life, they absolutely think of each other as family~

Notice that Tori is holding back on actually making much contact with him, and Hook's ears and tail are relaxed. Cats and dogs can get along just fine, but you have to start them early on and they have to have thier own safe spaces and you should step in when there's a hint of agitation. Especially if the dog has a prey drive or is much larger than the cat. Hook and his siblings were handraised while Tori had a big presence around them, so he knows Tori as part of his "clowder", but probably doesn't know that Tori isn't just some funny looking cat, lol.

In other news: Zilla, Hook and Buttons are gonna be 2 years old next month!

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hey there ghesties!!!

Here is a new fic trade I did with the amazing @sirlsplayland with their OC Marzanna and Daddy to be Secondo!!!!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Timing Is Everything

Prime Mover Marzanna is ready to give birth to her and Papa Secondo's first child. As the time draws closer though all she can think of is convincing her hovering husband to give her some space.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

The bed, laced with emerald silk sheets and a mountain of plush feather-down pillows, had felt like both her sanctuary and prison. While she was never happier, Marzanna entered into the last month of her pregnancy filled with anxiety. Everything was going smoothly, her and Secondo’s child growing strong and well throughout. However, the more her belly grew, the more her husband’s concern followed suit. 

Secondo was insistent on accompanying his Prime Mover everywhere. Not allowing her to do anything on her own. If by some unavoidable circumstance he was detained, Marz knew that she would get stuck with a clowder of companion ghouls in his stead.  While she loved him dearly for his dedication, his care, and protection—it was honestly starting to get on Marz’s nerves. 

The constant hovering and keeping watch, made her feel at times more like a captive by her condition than the excited, expectant mother that she was. It wasn’t his fault, Secondo loved her so very much that even the slightest note of sadness in Marzanna’s tone, or a less than enthusiastic look on her face, has always sent him into a spiral. Determined to figure out what was wrong and how to fix it—a trait he held for no other than her. A pregnancy with its aches and pains was bound to draw that out of him, but Marz was desperate for things to return to normal.

She missed being out in the fresh air. Her place of solace in the garden—an almost distant memory now that she had spent so much time away. Only days away from her due date. Missing the warmth of Primo’s humor and the scent of budding flowers as they filled the air with the most wonderful perfume. Marz let out a heavy sigh as she laid there, her husband by her side, knowing that it would not last forever. 

“What is on your mind tesoro?” Secondo asked her, looking up from his copy of The Expectant Father . Marzanna, smiling over to him as she attempted to sit up higher in the bed.

“Argh… my back has just been awful today.” she groaned, Secondo quickly popping up out of his chair to come help her. Shifting things around in the bed until Marz had found a more comfortable position. 

“Are you alright, is there anything else I can—” 

“No Sec, stop. You’re smothering me.” Marz laughed, joking with him, but also quite serious about his hovering. “Fine… could you please hand me another pillow?”

“Of course, of course.” he replied, grabbing another pillow to adjust behind her back. Watching as the look of contemplation fell over his wife’s eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking of skipping the meeting today, you go ahead without me.” she told him, knowing full well that he had refused to leave her side for days. 

“Amore. That's not—”

“Sec, now you listen. I adore you more than Lucifer himself, but you have to give me some breathing room. I already have limited space because of the baby, I don't need you making it worse for me too.” she reasoned, watching Secondo’s eyes fall.

“I’m sorry, I know I have been a bit overbearing.”

“A bit?” Marz laughed.

“Ok a lot overbearing, but tesoro I love you both so much. I don't want to miss anything. I don't want anything to happen to you or our child.” he reasoned, Marzanna seeing the heaviness weighing on his heart as he spoke.

“I know. I promise you we are going to be just fine. Why don't you let me have the day. Just today. I will go about my usual WITHOUT you or the ghouls trailing after me and you will see that things will be just fine.” 

“And if I do? Then what?” he asked her, confused where this all might lead. 

“Then I will let you carry me around the Abbey for the rest of this pregnancy if you so desire.” Marz laughed. “Just give me this one day Secondo, I’m going stir crazy here.” Though he was not thrilled with her proposition, as a man who very much valued his own independence and privacy he knew just how much she needed this. 

“You promise? Just for today?” he asked, sending her a smile. A smile that told Marz he was already, reluctantly, on board. She pulled her husband down to sit beside her on the bed, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Ti mentirei, Papa?” she winked. Secondo, rolling his eyes before pressing his lips to her forehead. Marzanna’s swollen belly nestled between them as he embraced her. Little kicks, fluttering away inside, drawing both their attention.

“He is so strong.” Secondo mused, a proud father already before his child was even born.

“He? What if it's a girl?” Marz asked him. Secondo had already been anxious from them being unable to know, Marzanna wanting to keep it as a surprise for everyone. Would the Ministry have a Papa to be or a Papess to be, everyone would find out soon enough. 

“Your cruelty knows no bounds. Besides, Emeritus men tend to have sons.” Secondo kidded, feeling the sting of Marzanna’s playful slug to his shoulder.

“Uh huh.” Marzanna said, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Now shall I help you to—”

“Sec.” she whined.

“Alright I will go. I shall see you this evening amore. Please…be careful.” he pleaded as he rose from the bed. Ready to allow Marzanna the space she so desperately needed.  

“I will.” she assured him as he made his way out of their shared Papal suite.

It had only been mere seconds since her husband had left the room and Marz was ready to go. Hoisting herself up from the bed, after a bit of a struggle, and frantically trying to decide what she might wear. Knowing her usual habit had grown a bit too tight in the belly to be worn at this point in gestation. Deciding instead to go for a more relaxed dress. Sweeping her white striped tresses up from her face and into a bun as she made her way towards the door. 

As she cracked it open, she half expected to find ghouls flanking the entryway. Astonished when she found the hall had been left empty. The sounds of the Abbey echoing from down the corridor in the distance. Marzanna beamed, ready to travel around the whole Abbey. Feeling the need to go exploring it as if she hadn’t lived there most of her life. 

“I think I will head to the garden first, Primo must be swamped with all the seedlings sprouting. I bet he could use some help.” she thought aloud. Slipping on her shoes before heading out the door. Just as her foot stepped over the threshold, another nagging pain came from her back. This time much more pronounced and crippling. 

Marzanna quickly held on to the doorframe. Her hand wrapped protectively around her belly and her breathing, quickening with the pain. Her discomfort had lasted only a few moments before she could fully stand. She tried to take things more slowly this time, walking carefully down the hall towards the grand staircase.

When she reached the landing, however, the pain hit her once again. This time however it was followed by a squeezing sensation that traveled up from her back and around the width of her belly. Instantly Marz stopped, her breath stolen as she winced in pain. She was having contractions—this baby was on its way. 

“You have got to be kidding me?” she cried, angry at her body for choosing now to go into labor, but also trying to wade through the pain. Marz tried her best to continue, but the contractions became too great. Bringing the normally strong and vibrant sister to her knees. As luck would have it, one of her husband’s ghouls, Earth came traveling down the hallway. 

“Earth!” Marz called out, now doubled over on the floor. 

“Sweet Satan! Sister Marzanna, what's wrong, is it the baby?” he asked. Marz couldn’t even respond. Teeth clenched and eyes squeezed tight as he ran to her. The ghoul impressively strong, lifting her up with ease off the ground and into his arms. 

“It's time. Take me to Papa, he’s with Sister.” Marz told him, barely able to get out the words. Earth, panicked inside, hoping that he would get her there on time or suffer Secondo’s wrath.

“Maybe we should just take you to the infirm—”

“Earth, I said take me to my husband!” Marz demanded. The look of fire filling her eyes and the pain overwhelming her. The ghoul took off in a flash, careful not to injure her as he made his way to the main floor. Pushing passed the crowd of confused siblings and ghouls as he took Marzanna right to Sister Imperator’s office.

“I’m telling you… we should give it a re-release. I know what the people want.” Secondo explained. The prideful Papa, kicking back in his chair as he, along with all the other members of the Clergy in the meeting, discussed bringing back the Phallos Mortuus collection for the upcoming tour. 

“It has been 10 years.” Copia reasoned, raising up his shoulders, letting them all know he wouldn’t mind it.

“Then it's settled. I will have Mr. Saltarian contact the merch team to have them re-issue it. Anything else on the docket for today?” Sister asked, looking over the paperwork scattered about along her desk. 

“I feel like maybe another release of Seven Inches—” Papa Nihil began before Terzo lifted up his hand to shush him.

“I’m gonna stop you right there old man. Your time has ended, the Tiktokers have moved on.” his son assured him, snickering between himself and Copia. Nihil stood there, pouting to himself as the meeting continued on. Sister Imperator allowing her face to fall in her hands in frustration with the antics of Nihil and his misbegotten sons, when suddenly there was banging at the door—frantic and loud. 

“Come in” Sister Imperator called out as the door came flying open. Earth and Sister Marzanna materializing within the doorway. Secondo immediately went into full blown panic mode, jolting out of his chair, all the color having drained from his unpainted face, 

“I think I need to borrow Secondo for a bit.” Marz said, doing her best to smile through her pain. Secondo rushed to her side. Almost taking out Copia and Terzo as he went to hold her hand. The other one placed tenderly on her belly. 

“Is it?” he asked her, tears beginning to fill his eyes. The hardened, stoic Papa—softening before his beloved Prime Mover. 

“It is.” she smiled, her own tears spilling down her cheeks. Finally the moment they had waited so long for had arrived. Just as they went to head to the infirmary, Nihil drifted towards them, a look of irritation in his eyes.

“Are we going to have to continue this meeting or are we finished?” he groaned. If his father’s insolence wasn’t enough to worsen things, Secondo turned to see a large gush of clear fluid pouring from Marzanna. Drenching both her and Earth completely from the waist down. 

“We better go, NOW!” Marz howled as another intense contraction ripped through her. The three of them, taking off like lightning to the infirmary. When they arrived, Marz was instantly placed in the bed, the doctor confirming that it was already time to push. Secondo, taking onAe of Marz’s legs while the sister nurse took the other. 

“Alright Marzanna this is it, I can see the baby’s head.” the doctor told her, in position for delivery. Marz was dripping in sweat, writhing in pain, her body working too hard to deliver her child. 

“You see what happens when I leave you? You go and decide to have the baby on me.” Secondo said, trying to lighten the mood only for it to backfire in his face when Marz turned to look at him with all the fury and rage of Hell in her eyes. 

“Sec. SHUT. UP!” she screamed, Secondo deciding to do as he was told. 

“Alright let's do this.” The doctor told her as the nurse helped Marzanna curl around her belly to push. Crying and groaning as she pushed with all that she had in her. Secondo, watching as their first child was delivered onto the world. 

“It’s a—”the doctor began when suddenly Marzanna fell limp. Her body, dropping down on the bed. Eyes closed and her skin clammy and pale. Secondo’s gaze widened, feeling like he was on fire within. Sweating bullets as the doctor went to check her vitals. Their newborn child, having been carefully handed over to her father.  

“Is she alright? What's going on.” Secondo commanded, though the fear inside him caused his voice to stammer. Scared with every fiber of his being that something awful was happening to the love of his life—his beautiful Marz. The tears stung in his eyes, almost blinding him from his surroundings as Secondo waited for the doctor to say something—anything to let him know that all would be alright. Trying his best to calm down the baby who was crying its lungs out within his arms.

“It’s alright Papa, she’s gonna be just fine. Childbirth takes a lot of someone.” The doctor assured him. Secondo bursting into tears in front of them all. Not caring who saw the emotion, the relief he felt. Both Marzanna and their child would be ok.

It was hours later now when the sounds of chaos and crying returned to a quiet calmness. The room lights dimmed as an exhausted Marzanna rested in bed. Her husband loyally at her side, as their small newborn baby, slept so peacefully in Secondo’s arms. Both of them, feeling more happy than they had ever felt in their entire lives.  

“She’s perfect isn’t she?” Marzanna asked, smiling over to Secondo as he watched lovingly the small bundle wiggling gently in his arms. Quiet coos from a sweet, slumbering babe, like music to his ears as he couldn’t help but sniffle. 

“She is, just like her mother.” Secondo turned to kiss Marz. His eyes filled to the brim with his tears. Beginning to fall freely between them as they both laid gentle kisses on the baby. 

“We made her… the most beautiful thing in creation, our little Zara.” Marzanna cried, looking deep into her husband’s eyes. Having loved him more now than ever. The bond between them immortalized their love for all time in this little life they created.

“I will love you until the moon and stars fall from the sky.” Secondo promised her as he stared down at her. Marzanna, pulling him back to look at her, adjusting to be closer to him, though she was still sore from the birth. Ready to face the pain in order to kiss the man she loved and adored. Just as their lips met, the baby began to stir. Waking from her gentle sleep and erupting in a cry. Pangs of hunger for the first time having reached her belly. 

“Oh my, looks like we are getting interrupted.” Marz laughed as Secondo handed her the child. Readying the bottle to feed her, the small baby instantly suckling away, almost soothing her back to sleep. 

“I am sure it won't be the last time… seems like we will have to take our moments when we can.” Secondo smiled. Marz nodded, content to know that their family was complete at last. She leaned in to kiss Secondo, warmed by his affection as she spoke.

“You know with kids, timing is everything.”      

Notes: Ti mentirei, Papa?- Would I lie to you Papa?

[sohannabarberaesque]

Just imagine these fanfic possibilities

Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble, during their weekend soak at the hot springs outside Bedrock, including some bonding-type frottage as part of the routine to make things feel livelier and release more of their inner tensions....

Given the almost-constant water temperatures close to 65 degrees of the nearby river, Maw Rugg and her son Shag are practically able to have their underwater breast-feeding bonding exercises and swimming lessons practically through the chill of the winter months....

Penelope Pitstop perhaps being rather right to sense that her Wacky Races rival Peter Perfect is nothing but a boorish jerk and a showoff, rivalled in sheer attention-seeking crudity only by Dick Dastardly....

Jane Jetson being the sort to deploy bluescreen to assist in computer-aided dress modelling as part of the space-age fondness for "fast fashion," and then more or less for fun when she senses such may really be a boorish waste....

Mr. Peebles collapsing spontaneously after yet another failed attempt to offer Magilla Gorilla as a housepet ends in buyer's remorse yet again, requiring Peebles to be in hospital for some time and Magilla to be even more adventurous in the brave new world out there....

Imagine the possibility of Mr. Peebles and Chief Winchley, the manager and emcee at Bubbleland, being Most Unlikely Cousins considering their common dread of certain animals in their charge (respectively, Magilla Gorilla and Squiddly Diddly), and the potential for Reputational Harm and Injury subsequently ensuing....

During one of Top Cat's clowder's first dive sessions off Catalina with the Catalina Diving Clowder, Brain couldn't help but sense some serious arousal underwater, which amused the diver queens of The Magic Isle all the more as much as fascinated Brain "himself"....

[ao3feed-ateez]

Personal Bubble (of Hope)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/F0zPTxN by MissIdash “You’ve been alone for too long, Yeosangie,” Hongjoong said with a serious expression while Mingi and Yunho nodded, eyes wide and imploring. Hongjoong’s hybrid, Seonghwa, kept his expression neutral, if a little suspicious. “And you would be doing a good thing. It’s not like you don’t have the space and I promise, Wooyoung and San are good kids.” “But I don’t want kids…” Yeosang mumbled, lowering his gaze onto his knees. He felt for the kids, Seonghwa’s clowder mates, but wasn’t that what the shelter organisations were for? Specifically taking in hybrids and helping them get homes with people who actually wanted hybrids in their home? He was pretty sure that was how Seonghwa had come to live with Hongjoong, there was even a contract Hongjoong had signed and everything. “Then think of them as friends!” Mingi said, lips spreading into a smile. “Yunho was my friend before we got together. Friends are important, Sangie, and you can never have too many friends. Besides, it would help you be less lonely.” Words: 5466, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kang Yeosang, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa Relationships: Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ) Additional Tags: Hybrids, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Adoption, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Kang Yeosang is autistic, He also loves squishmallows, Kang Yeosang Needs a Hug, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Skin picking is mentioned, Not graphically though, beta read by me we die like San's brain cells read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/F0zPTxN

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 591, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1094

I smiled as I watched the kids playing in the backyard from my place up in the master bedroom balcony. Even though I was unable to hear them shouting, my mommy senses were telling me that they were having fun as they were supervised by Miss Mittens the motherly cat and her not a kitten, little Primrose frolicking closely behind her.

And now, I am happily ever after, with my husband, my children, and our undying love for one another. Nothing more, and nothing less.

And with that, I completed writing my autobiography, appropriately retitled as Tattooed Wings. I had laid everything out- from my history with the despicable excuse of a human being, my mom hiding my following pregnancy and aborting my baby before I knew of my condition, me needing to grow up and become another parents to my two younger sisters, running away at the age of eighteen to go attend Julliard’s on a full ride scholarship, acting as a surrogate to James and Aaron, meeting Peter, our whirlwind romance, little girl’s unexpected birth at the birthday party that I was sharing with my two younger sisters, my marriage to Peter, my transaition from Mary Claire Bradley to Mary Claire Ratajczyk…

There! Now all I need to do is send my final draft off to my publisher for her to work her magic! I thought before emailing a copy to Peter for him to get an advanced copy to read. I powered down my laptop computer and set it off to the side in the space in between the bed and my bedside table.

I stood up, stretching my arms up above my head and gently twisting as loud pops and snaps reverberated from my joints.

Much better, I thought as I wandered off downstairs, stooping to scoop up Primrose, who was racing all over the lower floor with her skunkie zoomies.

I was slowly beginning to regain the usage of my ears once more, with me only being able to make out loud sounds at the moment being. I knew that my hearing would be restored in the ten days that Ryley had given me to take the ear drops that she had prescribed for me.

I glanced out the back door, frowning at the sight of the kids cowering off in the far corner while Peter chattered away on his phone. And then my eyes caught sight of a deer, stumbling about on dazed legs while Mittens stood guard in front of her clowder of ugly, furless kittens, her fluffy black and white fur standing up at ends. Primrose was tucked away in my motherly arms, Katie on her knees with the babies curled up into her, all wide eyed and adorably confused at the scene before them all.

My love? What just happened?

He glanced up at me and mouthed, Cathy. I nodded going over to the window in the kitchen that overlooked the front of the house from the sink.

About forty minutes later, Cathy had rolled into the driveway and she and Clark were coming up to the front door, where I met them. I showed them both to the backyard, where Clark cornered the deer, providing the kids with enough space to book it over to me and into the house. I watched as Cathy gave the deer a shot of an apparent tranquilizer and then as the deer collapsed.

Peter came in, taking to a knee to bless me with a whiskery kiss.

Sweetheart, Cathy and Clark are going to carry the deer in through the house before setting her free, he told me. I’ll build a door into the fence next to the house to help prevent this from happening next time.

Baby Jojo toddled over to her daddy, throwing her arms up as she babbled out a clear demand, leading the charge for the other babies as they sought out love from the Ratajczyk family patriarch.

Peter manfully scooped up all the babies- Baby Tommy, Baby Kit, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo and Baby Noah- settling them all across the vast landscape of his burly chest. He then gently moved me off to the side as Cathy and Clark entered the house, carefully carrying the deer over his shoulders. Mittens trailed in after them, her fur still sticking straight up.

MEOW I imagined her saying as she paraded about, obviously pleased with herself for protecting her litter of not a kitten kittens.

Silly kitty.

I got down into my knees and began to pet her, starting at the fur in between her pointed ears and ending at the tip of her fluffy tail. Her only response was to lean into me and erupt into full out purrs that thundered throughout my core.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

Good kitty, I told her as I affectionately tickled that spot in between her ears and being rewarded by Mittens leaning deeper into my hand and shutting her eyes. You protected your kittens. You are a good kitty.

MEOW And with that, Mittens rolled onto her back, guiding my hand down to her belly with a demanding glare. I gave in and began to pet her tummy and being rewarded with a thundering purr.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

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[hedgiwithapen]

7, 15, and 21 for the fanfic asks !

7: How many ideas for fics do you have right now? too many, more than I will ever write. my brain is a a box of pingpong balls 15.  How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters? almost exclusively, though not in this order: write the thing. figure out the main image or theme of the thing. look for classic symbolism for the image (eg: the fic Daffodils, Phoenix, Wild Card, Precipice) OR: look through my itunes for a song lyric (eg: Your Heart's a bird, The Fires that burn[d] within you, Devil on my shoulder) or poetry/literature that I enjoy ( eg: Go Gentle, between the woods and frozen lake, a far far better thing) and failing that I google 'theme/topic'+ quote and see what pops up for me to put a twist on (home wasn't built in a day, debt and lies) some exceptions include my Tiny Kara series, where the first one was named Antumbra because that fit the theme, and then I wanted to name everything else also a space-related word that started with the letter A, and Clowder of Chaos, which my old roommate suggested, and Lightningbug, which I'd used for someone insulting Barry in a minific and went 'wait actually that's cute I'm gonnna write a fic with baby wally being called lightning bug, that;s adorable' and then was the fic adorable? Well. I wrote it so. Guess. 21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why? not on purpose. if a scene doesn't work in a fic, I might take it out of the fic but that sucker's getting posted on dammit hedgi day without context. I want praise and adoration and yelling and validation for my work. lol.

[bittcnneck]

{Doke for fun and not necessarily a ship! It was nearly a blackout wow. 😂 But the red emblems are things that are only half true and therefore aren't counted towards the total!}

+ Patient, loving, loyal, understanding, helpful, merciful, affectionate: Hanekoma is very affectionate towards his partners, and holds service as a love language. He also becomes extremely loyal, willing and able to look after them no matter what. This only comes with the caveat that his child Joshua and his city Shibuya will always come first, even with his loyalty. He also is very forgiving, haven even found space to forgive the man that tore out a piece of his actual soul.

+ Strong, comforting, can handle mental issues and respects boundaries: Hanekoma believes in pushing people to be their best, but he understands that overdoing it can have the opposite effect. He used to be less good about respecting boundaries, but since he's discovered this in himself he is now super vigilant not to do anything that someone hasn't given him express permission for. But he wants to help as much as possible, so he'll be happy to comfort. Also, being an angel in addition to being good at street fighting means he's more than capable of protecting his partner from most threats.

+loves music/animals, willing to learn a language/sing/play games/hang out: Hanekoma, while anonymous, is a musician and has an eclectic taste in music (even if he has his favorite genres), so not only does he like it, but he'll also be happy to sing with and to his partner if it makes them happy. While the mun doesn't know more than one language, Hanekoma has lived for over 100 years and learned multiple langues, even if he hasn't learned them all yet. He'd be more than willing to take up a new one or maybe even already knows it (depending on what would be more fun to write). He's also an extrovert and gets energy from the company of others, so he'll always love to hang out and play games with his partner. As far as animals goes, he takes care of a clowder of cats that live outside his cafe, and the only reason he doesn't have a pet of his own is because he worries what might happen to it if he should disappear.

+ neutral, a nice person overall, will rate her cooking: Hanekoma doesn't jump to violence if he can help it both because he realizes he's overpowered for most people and also because he really just doesn't get angry enough or worried enough to do so in most settings. He's also a very nice person (usually enough to confuse most people) both because he just loves the good and bad in most people and also because he was once saved by the kindness of a stranger. When it comes to cooking, it's both a giving and receiving love language for him (his kitchen is sacred), and so not only will he rate his partner's cooking, but he'll love them for cooking for him and cook with them and teach them how to cook.

– trustful: While Hanekoma generally trusts people, he only trusts them superficially. The information he has can be dangerous for his partner if they aren't also an angel, and so he doesn't trust most people with the secrets of who and what he is. He also has a problem with vulnerability, and so he'll often focus on his partner's needs not only because he enjoys doing so, but also because he doesn't trust them with his own needs.

- is okay with her past: Hanekoma would never hold this against his partner or treat them differently because of it, but he could probably never be okay with the fact that they had to go through that.

- can handle her trauma: While Hanekoma would have no trouble handling episodes and being comforting when needed, he would not be complacent with potentially abusive behaviors that spawn from it. Even if his partner didn't want to, he would actively work with them to try to help them heal and get to a healthier place, even if he didn't often push them into situations they were uncomfortable with.

honestly, more than one bingo is already good enough for her lol

she would never be the type to make her problems other peoples problems, though. She would feel super guilty, so no need to worry!

[mirelynsroom]

1 ♡ Why Do I Like Cats the Most?

This is literally my first time writing for a blog and writing in English. I was thinking a lot about what could I be talking about, and the idea of talking about cats comes up. With so many animals on Earth, why do I like cats the most? Why are they so special to me? I think this is a cool topic to talk about. :)

╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ ╴ My story with cats begins when I was a delightful little girl. Where I live, there are a lot of cats in the neighborhood, and I grew up with these animals surrounding me. But there were also many dogs; it's not like I didn't like them too, but my affinity for cats simply was different. I had a neighbor who had cats on every step of her staircase, and whenever I visited my father, I would pass by there and interact with the cats. Like many animals, each one had its own personality and special way, and it's undeniable that cats, besides being funny, are very cute creatures. Cats are independent and very intelligent, their hunting instinct also caught my attention a lot, as well as their quirks. Despite this passion since childhood, it took me a while to have my first catito. All I did was get excited about some that showed up at my house by chance to rummage through the trash, or at the window; they liked me, but my parents didn't like them.

And then I got my first cat in 2021, Jubileu. With him, I learned many more things about cats than I expected. Even though you do many things for them, it may seem at times that they don't like you that much, but I swear it's just an impression. Cats are so understanding and loving, they also care about their owners in a unique way, of course.

And the coolest part of having a cat is that you give them a name, and suddenly, several other nicknames with the beginning of the name arise, which also end up becoming a way to call the cat, and they understand all of them. Here's a list of nicknames I've given Jubileu since I got him:

♡ Joca - this nickname is very special and definitely the one I use the most.

♡ Jomba

♡ Juba

♡ Jineu

♡ Jocaleu

♡ Neuzi

♡ Jumbinha

♡ Jijileu

♡ Neu

♡ Bileu

And these are just the ones I could remember for now. xD

And then over time, I got my second cat, Lucy. She's very different from Jubileu; she's smaller in physical size, so I call her 'tiny,' and her personality is also different. Although she's much more affectionate than Jubileu and enjoys physical contact, she doesn't like kisses or licking, unlike Jubileu, who lets himself be kissed and also likes to give us baths. But to make up for it, Jubileu gets annoyed much more quickly with specific touches, like touching him with our feet, while Lucy doesn't mind that and even likes it. It's a clear example that each little animal is unique, and I think that's really cool. Here are some nicknames I've given Lucy based on the same idea as before:

♡ Luly

♡ Lucaix

♡ Loca

♡ Luti

♡ Luluzinha

♡ Nuninha

♡ Maconheira - It means "stoner" in Portuguese, don't ask me why...

♡ Pitoca

♡ Magrela

♡ Pucutinha

I definitely love my cats a lot, and they are a big part of me. I hope it's been interesting to read about what I think of them. I don't want to go on too much because it's my first time writing, and I feel like I'm using all my brain cells for this. To wrap it up, here are a few more fun facts about cats:

Cats can make about 100 different sounds, while dogs can only make about 10.

Cats have a unique collarbone that allows them to squeeze through tight spaces.

A group of cats is called a 'clowder,' while a group of kittens is called a 'kindle.'

Cats sleep for an average of 12-16 hours a day, which adds up to about 70% of their lives!

Cats open their mouths when they smell something because it helps them analyze scents better. It's not because you're stinky, or maybe you are indeed.

Contrary to popular belief, cats don't ignore you; they're just waiting for the perfect moment to demand attention and affection on their terms.

A cat's whiskers are not just for show; they help them navigate tight spaces and determine if they can fit through that tiny box you bought.

Cats wait outside the bathroom because they see it as a time when you're vulnerable and more likely to give them attention. They associate the bathroom with moments of interaction and care from their owners, such as cleaning the litter box or changing water. Additionally, they may be curious about the different sounds and smells coming from the bathroom.

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NAMING CONVENTIONS (CASTAWAYS)

🚢 The Voyagers

The Voyagers take on European names.

This includes human names, European animals, European plants, and phenomena (natural and unnatural) found in Europe.

The Voyagers do not take on the Warrior Cat naming style of prefix + suffix with no space. If a character has a two-part name, for example Crooked + Jaw, there will be a space: Crooked Jaw rather than Crookedjaw.

The exception to this rule is compound word names, such as Blackbird, Hedgehog, etc. Their names are kept as is.

🏴‍☠️ The Pillagers

(1) a notable event with a title that honors the cat and their experience/achievement (complimentary, ex. Tiny the Dogslayer),

(2) a notable skill or talent the cat is known for (complimentary, ex. Sandstorm the Fleet-footed),

(3) a notable personality descriptor (complimentary, ex. Marigold the Nurturing),

(4) a notable appearance descriptor (complimentary, ex. Silver the Stunning),

(5) a notable personality descriptor (neutral, ex. Squirrel the Feisty),

(6) a notable appearance descriptor (neutral, ex. Dark the Striped),

(7) a notable habit (neutral, ex. Poppy the Twitchy),

(8) a notable appearance descriptor (derogatory, ex. Bright the Lostfaced),

(9) a notable personality descriptor (derogatory, ex. Minnow the Cowardly),

(10) a notable weakness or incompetency the cat is known for (derogatory, ex. Tuna the One Who Cannot Swim),

(11) a notable event with a title that dishonors the cat based on their experience/failure (derogatory, ex. Bamboo the Healer Whose Patients Pass).

There are some titles that fall outside the positive/neutral/negative scheme, like ironic titles (Red the Gray, say for a gray-colored cat called Red), metaphorical titles (Agnes the Hawk, for a cat with qualities akin to a hawk, perhaps in terms of hunting style or other skills, as well as personality and appearance).

Titles are given to cats by fellow clanmates, sometimes starting as nicknames that grow into the cat's title (ex. “Hey, Blue Eyes, come over here!” to “Asher the Blue-eyed”), sometimes officially awarded by the Top Dog to commend them.

What is perceived as ‘praiseworthy’ is different from group to group, in the case of The Pillagers they value strength, survival, cunning, ambition, and power.

The first name of a cat is central to their identity among The Pillagers. Base respect accorded to every respected member of The Pillagers is to have their first names used and acknowledged.

To drop the first name and go by title is to talk about a cat impersonally, and refer to them sometimes with either great respect or great disrespect depending on context.

Derogatory names exist to remind members of the clowder of their place in the community and where they stand in the rankings, and is a reminder for them to ‘strive to be better’ and more ‘useful to the community’.

Actual rankings are in a strict order from who’s at the top and who is underneath who in the pecking order. It is a linear lineup.

The ranking order is to be discussed before the roleplay begins. Any following characters that join The Pillagers can be sorted in or out of rp. You can define roughly where they will belong by which echelon your character falls under.

[mrnnki]

current plans for creative stuff, to keep em straight in my brain:

keep clunkin away at the BrSp storyboard (gonna take forever because I want boards for every single episode done before I start sketching any of them; still deciding whether I'll go episode by episode after that point. Treating this a bit more like a movie split into parts instead of a series because of its nature, TBH)

the "final" PMV (worked on between everything else, cause even though it's only around 2.5mins, I experimented a lot with it and it involves a ton of different characters, so it's a lot to do)

finish the Starscream fic + related materials (gonna try to start the sequel once I get the fic done and just see how it goes--having so many chapters in the vault gives me the space to play)

nebulisae batch 4 (sketched + colors picked, just need to get em done and make notes)

I'm probably gonna lay Clowders & Claws to rest because 90% of the story has already been told through the PMVs. Basically the only thing that hasn't been covered in those is the ending, so if I have time I might cap it off with one last PMV, but I doubt it. I started working on a script for it and realized it was just too stinkin huge for me to do anything with by myself. Might share the tiny bit I wrote if anyone wants to see that.

Started trying to write a script for Nebulisae just to see how things might flow. If I do anything with it, it'll be after I get a good chunk of BrSp done. BrSp is basically the test run for future similar projects. I do have a PMV that I started as a visual test, so if that ever gets finished, I might share it.

Nebulisae is probably gonna be as long as Clowders & Claws would be, but with a smaller cast that I can mostly voice myself using effects. The main thing holding Clowderclaws back is its giant cast that all need to have natural-sounding voices (which means almost everybody in the 50+ character cast would need their own VA--ouch).

I've found that I work best if I make a portion of something ahead of time (closest I can get to compromising between doing it all and then sharing or doing it piece by piece then sharing), so I might see if I can do that with any future projects. It's more difficult to do that with BrSp's format than with a fanfic, though, since more needs to be done ahead of time before it becomes publishable.