#calico 2022

[miggiebro]

Games Played in ²⁰²²

Calico (✿◡‿◡)

[chippy-dip]

june 10, 2022.

[geneslovee]

sometime in 1716, probably

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[k9rage]

Watching Your Back

A winter exchange fic for @the-sugar-crash 's exchange! Written for @salemcat – I hope it's enjoyable.

Milo/Male darlin, 1k, General

Tags: sickfic, copious snark, cuddling, developing relationship

"I can handle myself. I'm not even that sick."

"That's not the point," Milo groans. "I want to help. Your pack wants to help, darlin."

"I don't need your help."

Milo stares, disbelieving. He knows they're a bit of a lone wolf, but they're still his pack. He's not an idiot and has no illusions that they're ever going to be especially comfortable asking for help, so he's gotten better at offering it instead.

He bites back a sharp remark, instead saying, "I'm sure you could get by on your own, but you don't need to. We're pack."

The other wolf frowns, surely trying to find some way of denying him. His teeth dig into his lip as he frowns down at Milo.

"Fine," he spits out, like it pains him.

He sounds incredibly nasal when he speaks and his eyes are less alert than usual. Tank is a lot of things, but he's always made a point to be alert, especially after things with Quinn. It's concerning to see him this out of it.

Milo finally finds himself able to relax his shoulders again, following the taller wolf into their shitty apartment. He didn't exactly invite him in, but he's never exactly been known for his hospitality.

"Christ, do you even have any food?"

The other wolf grumbles in annoyance at that, brows scrunched together. If not for the obvious cold, it would be sort of cute. "I have food in the fridge. Don't expect it to be anything fancy, though."

Truthfully, Milo would be surprised if it was anything other than takeout.

He rifles through his cupboards and fridge, taking stock of what little food he has. It's not a lot, but he can work with it. Hopefully he still has cold medicine in the cabinet.

"Alright, just… sit down. I'll bring you some shit– starin’ at me like I've grown a head isn't doing you any favors."

Milo watches the bigger wolf curl up into a pile of blankets he's clearly been napping in most of the afternoon. If it'd been even a few months ago, he doubts he would've curled up with his back to him like this.

Implicitly he knows Tank is trusting him a lot to watch his back while he's vulnerable, given his history.

It makes him smile. He would trust him to watch his back too, if things were reversed. It's good to know the feeling is mutual, especially given… whatever they have going on.

It's not a romantic relationship, exactly, but it's not a platonic one either.

They go out together at midnight to diners and talk over the details of any leads on Quinn together, bicker over text messages, and even occasionally ride to pack meetings together. On rare occasions, Milo will lace their fingers together and he'll squeeze his hand back, even though neither of them acknowledge it.

The microwave beeps shrilly, jarring Milo out of his thoughts.

The soup isn't much, but he still seems incredibly warmed by it. He gets that expression he always has when he's trying to hide that he's a bit touched.

Milo drapes the lone blanket Tank has over the two of them and rubs his cheek against his shoulder. "You should've told me you were sick earlier," he says quietly, "I would've brought cold medicine over. My ma wouldn't stand for you sniffling like that and you know it."

He grumbles, pointedly eating a spoonful of soup instead of responding.

"I can handle myself. I'm not even that sick."

"That's not the point," Milo groans. "I want to help. Your pack wants to help, darlin."

He glares over the bowl of soup. His eyes are less alert than usual, though, and Milo knows how he is. He's not going to admit it, but he's hurting.

"You can help," the other werewolf finally spits out. Every inch of him practically screams discomfort at the concession, so Milo just nods and quietly waits at their side until he feels him lean against Milo's side.

"Just me, huh?" He asks eventually, stifling laughter at the scowl he levels in Milo's direction.

"Don't push it, Greer," he grumbles.

Milo raises a hand in mock surrender. "Alright fine, you little nightmare."

That earns the slightest smirk on his face. He's feverishly warm even for a werewolf when Milo leans against him a bit more, though he doesn't bother to point it out. Darlin probably already knows.

"Come here," he says quietly, waiting for the other man to lean against him. His chest presses against Milo's and he grumbles about Milo wrapping a blanket around the two of them. The predictability makes him smile.

"I'm not a dog, Milo," he replies irritably.

Contrary to his words, the tension in his back softens gradually the longer he's pressed in close like this. The smaller werewolf adjusts both of them, carefully leaning back until his back is pressed to the cushion and the bigger wolf is leaned against his chest with a grumbling sigh.

He's heavy, but Milo doesn't mind the pressure. He's seldom a cuddler, so he doesn't mind the bigger werewolf sprawling out on top of him.

"What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of the little yippy dog on top of me right now."

Milo laughs at the scowl pinching his face, stroking between his eyebrows to soothe the wrinkle there. His expression softens after a moment, smoothing the other man’s hair back.

"Hey," he says after a moment, "I'm just teasing a little."

He huffs, but rubs his cheek against Milo's shirt. It's a sweet wolf gesture of affection without any words, and Milo knows he'll smell like them to any other wolves now.

Milo noses at his hair in return with a sigh and strokes down his spine in a way that earns a low, blessed hum.

"Darlin," he says quietly, slipping a hand up the back of his shirt to stroke at his bare skin. It always seems to make him feel relaxed because his shoulders seem to melt from the perpetual stress.

He grunts in reply and noses at Milo's shoulder instead of answering, lazily curling closer to Milo's chest.

"Is crushing me making you feel better?" He asks, earning a stifled snort of laughter.

"Yes," he replies, and Milo ruffles his hair playfully before nudging him in close enough to kiss the crown of his head.

"I'm so glad my suffering is bringing you joy," he snickers.

Darlin snuggles in and sighs, arm thrown out over his chest and his cheek squished to his shoulder. The pressure is nice, but honestly the best part of it is watching him actually relax.

Not even 10 minutes pass before he hears a quiet, barely there snore from him. He gets trapped beneath the bigger wolf for nearly two hours, but he can't bring himself to mind when they wake up and give him that slow, happy smile which always seems to steal his breath away.

And they actually get dinner together– even if it is just Chinese delivery from two blocks away.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

So basically I had the best day ever

[shutterandpencil]

Argyle Daisies

Well, I got Shiho a new dress and so here she is. It looks a bit too summery, I'll admit but she got a new dress.

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[dawndusk]

My first attempts at accessories for Miranda! 💗

The beret came out really cute and I think the shoe was a good first try! I'm going to keep working on making her a little pair of booties.

[agreyeyedgirl]

I tried to make as many Christmas gifts as I could this year, starting with this shoebox dollhouse for my niece--it began as a Hyvens storage box from Ikea (because I didn’t have a shoebox, and was happy not to have any branding to cover), and is sized for Sylvanian Families/Calico Critters. The lid folds down and becomes a little yard, which I painted with grass and flowers, as well as a white fence. The floors are craft sticks trimmed to size and sealed with mod podge, the wallpaper is scrapbook paper, and the fireplace is foam board with the paper peeled off one side so the foam can be carved into bricks, then painted and sealed. The fire is a dollar store electric votive tea light--there’s a hole cut in the floor so it can be turned on and off. The second floor can also be removed, it just slides out. I glued on ribbon so that the box can be tied shut when its put away or being carried around. 

[oldphotosnobodycaresabout]

[creepyscritches]

little meow meow catboy from december :3

[driedlemonz]

A wee bit of a spoiler for a&b s2

DAY TWO!! headcannon 🐱 🐱

I’ve doodled Sandy n a few other s2 animals anthro before on discord, n someone else commented that If Sandy was actually anthro it would be kewl 2 have Calico adopt her Hshshhs been thinking too much on dat and actually decided to doodle it for this octoweek :3

[chippy-dip]

june 15, 2022.

[shilohsylvanian]

This year had some rough points, especially with such a big decline in my health. but I managed to still enjoy my toy hobby and allow all that happiness in to help get me through along with all the love and support from family, friends, and you all! I hope my toys have brought you happiness this last year and continue into the new year 💕✨️

Here's a small video compilation of some of my toy photos from 2022

[marquise-de-clarabas]

"Nothing to be ashamed of. Anything goes at sea." says the man who most notably sailed with two women pirates.

Day 7 of Our Flag Means Inktober: Calico Jack

Song is Hit the Road sang by Ray Charles. I can almost hear Stede sing it!

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

the bisexual bob is back in fashion but this time its for men who are walking red flags.