#catnip does art

[aeoniumgarnet]

Rook went shopping in Monteriggioni, Lucanis doesn’t approve of the colour, but Spite is having the time of his life with the accessories 🤣 (this was bound to happen, sorry. You can’t get the AC references out of me)

[soundleer]

May we see Wenda getting fuckin' zooted offa some catnip?

seems like there's two anons asking for the same thing so let's see how that'll go-

mrrrmrmrmrmrrrrmrmrmrrrr she's fucking oscillating

cat-brain feeling buzzed

[walmartomen]

pillpeta what will she do (sick trick before 2025)

[sageokami]

i saw this in a dream

[blorbiter]

undead kitty

@kittyslashers

[niky0408]

Realized I never posted any of my OSC comics!

These were made as entries to a camp im participating on; The Story Tellers (on discord)

Meet Rose, or Roselyn. A clearly, unstable and bipolar (personality wise) character.

Entry #2- “interact with another team member”

and

Entry #3- “rob a store”

[elektric-bugaboo]

I drew my cats catnip toys because I think they are soooo cute!! Tag urself im the black one

[featherhasaface]

Damn I'm posting a lot today- Anyway.

C A T N I P

She's totally purring rn. I might turn this into an actual picture but who knows. :P X3

[aeoniumgarnet]

And with that, Ardghal has been banned from the kitchen FOREVER 💀

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[aychama]

I was wondering, does king Narinder have ever had any funny episode with catnip in his life?

-Im getting the warnings of becoming sick so no art but you guys can have a little idea I have!-

"What is going on? Why is everyone running out of the building?" Lambert looks to the panicked palace staff.

"The king has accidentally sniffed catnip!" One maid yells as she rushes out the door.

"Huh? Why is that a problem? Is he alergic or something?" Lambert grabs the arm of a fleeing butler, not understanding the urgency. Their grip is firm on the poor butler.

"The problem is, whoever sees him in that state gets punished the day after!" The butler answers as another maid stops by the two to warn them.

"Years ago one had seen him lick his own hand and the next day the poor butler was forced to clean horse shit with bare hands!" She says it like its the grosest thing in the world.

"And another maid had heard him purr and my god.... she was almost fired!" The butler pries Lambert's grip off of his arm as he speaks.

"That just sounds like he is embarrased of the state he is in?" Lambert understands the situation of everyone fleeing as no one would want to be fired from the palace for such reasons, working at the palace pays well, but the situation was still too ridiculous for everyone to run away.

"Yea it- eeeee!" The butler and the maid hightail it as Narinder approaches them.

He picks Lambert up, they dont even protest (were they really this light for him to easily hoist them up?) as he brings them to the garden. The sun is still up but no one is around, everyone has fleed from the palace.He purrs and wraps his hands around Lambert, who wasnt wearing their armor. He cuddles them, burying his nose into their nape and licks wherever he gets his snuggly face on while lying down as the birds chirp and Lambert looks at the blue sky all stiff, not sure what to do in this unexpected turn of events.

"Oh im so dead tomorrow..." Lambert says outloud to no one, feeling dread in their gut while they are forcefully cuddled in grass. Their heart beats fast in their chest and they think it has to be because of fear.

His nose tickles...

The next day, however, when Narinder and Lambert run into eachother in the corridor, the morning sun hits Narinder's face in just the right angle for his face to be seen behind his veil and he is... blushing? He turns away before Lambert can properly see.

How weird, he would usually give them an order to follow him or something else.

Maybe he forgot. Cute.

[calexo]

pspspps.. totally not golden groovy woops

ANYWAYS HII!! heard u were open for requests. may i request tammy + qiu with and an artist reader :00

requests of my favorite fandoms are my catnip good gof woa who could this be‽‽ my reqs and my ask box are like always open btw >◡<

extra note/s: I refer to step 1 Qiu as he/him. Uhhh take this as platonic or romantic, I'll add an indicator for romance (𐙚) ^^

more under the cut > o

✧ At 10 years old, QIU's fascinated. How he discovers your interest and skill in arts varies but his reaction doesn't. He's impressed! Whether digital or traditional, Qiu would love to participate especially if you asked him yourself.

For this reason, he carries an extra pen and even those colored ones just in case you get bored or if you're suddenly struck by creativity when you two are playing :3

�� The first time you show him one of your doodles you made during class, he's compelled to do the same whether or not you actually give him it. And ever since, you two've been exchanging these sketches during class. It's the cutest scene to walk into.

✧ URGH AND THE THINGS HE DOES WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT ART BLOCK DEPENDING ON HOW AND WHAT YOU DRAW

You're into drawing sceneries? Trust that he starts telling you and Tamarack about more "special things" in the forest and/or the town.

Like the sky? There's this clearing a lot further into the forest at your backyards. Stargaze, watch the clouds and the sunset together?

✧ It's also necessary for me to mention that unlike his notes, lazily pressed against eachother and constantly on the run, anything you give him goes to a safe space probably in between a books pages, under the the matress of his bed or inside a drawer/container.

"They broke into my backyard accidentally, 'cause they were on a crazy investigation about a paper airplane. Plus, they got here a day ago and they're already looking out for me. Normally, I'm the one doing that."

"Besides, they're pretty. And they make me pretty. Look! Look how they drew me!"

✧ As for 10-year-old TAMARACK, she's curious. The things you draw, are they based on actual places? Actual people? Oh, you draw based on your imagination? Elaborate.

✧ At some point in the prologue, she says "All the forests in the world are different, and some places don't even have forests. I can show you good spots to find things since you're newer to this forest than me."

And I can't not think of her running up to you to give you all of what she gathered for you to draw like omfg

With all those leaves and tiny branches sticking out of her hair and sweater, she smiles brightly with her hands filled with her treasures. AUGH SHE MAKES ME SO SICK I LOVE HER

✧ Like Qiu, she has her own safe spot designated for only your drawings if you've given her any.

She shows off all of them. Especially if you've drawn her?? It'll be the only thing she talks about during literally any time for the rest of the month and the few months after.

"Out of all the friends I have here, you're the best one. We came to the same exact neighborhood, almost at the same time, and are he same age. You have fun outside and I do too."

"I think you're pretty. How you draw me is pretty! I've never met a kid who was just like me. That's important. That's serious."

✧ Now, 14-year-old QIU's pretty much no different. They're even more impressed when they see just how much you've improved. Nonetheless, they treasure your old drawings just as much as they do they new.

They take the liberty of providing you with both a pen and paper to draw on when you're together, in case you don't bring your sketchbook (if you own one).

On those days where you two just sit in silence in their hideout, their gaze drifts to your side quietly a few times to watch your progress. After a while, they settle with sitting right next to you and watching the stroke of your pen against the paper as the scene forms with each hatch.

✧ As a teen, they've actually been a tad bit farther off the town when they feel like taking a ride on their bike. They've seen many sights and burn the route into their brain for them to tell you about. They'd even be happy as to bring you there themselves.

✧ If you ask them to be your muse, good god you'd need to tell them what to do.

It's almost a funny sight. Qiu, the kid who knew what to do their whole life asks you, "Should I pose? Where do I look? Ah- what's my good side?"

𐙚 They can feel their breath hitch under your scrutiny. Suddenly, they're concious of every single thing about them. Where do their eyes go? Should they move their hands? Is their hair in the way?

They avert their gaze flusteredly, their head ever so slightly moving to the side when they do so.

And good god do their hands clutch the fabric of their pants when you tell them to look at you properly.

✧ Same goes for TAMARACK at 14. She's as intrugued as ever to hear about your work. She admires (you)r style from then till now and has learned to appreciate the time gone into things as simple as this, whether or not you've made it with her in mind. BUT GOD IF YOU TELL HER IT IS, it's always sitting on her desk and she thinks constantly about what you've done for her.

✧ And while she doesn't exactly bring you a pen, she's more than glad to hand you hers when you need it.

✧ Unlike before, she'd now be at your side when you two hung out at her backyard. She'd be sitting across from you, practicing the cello. The hum of her instrument accompanied by the sound of nature and the scratch of your pen against paper gives her a sense of calmness.

This may also be when she realizes she's been your muse! Her fingers trace over where your pen has been and boy appreciate isn't even enough for her to describe how she felt. It was definitely happy, but that wasn't the word either.

𐙚 Her heart pounds alarmingly as she admires your work. It's almost concerning to you that she sits silently with a blank expression as she held your sketchbook in her hands.

But that concern washes off you as soon as a warm smile curls the corners of her lips, tender adoration displayed all over her face.

[knifeforkspooncup]

I've been staring at these for the last 10 minutes and I just. I am SO obsessed. Like u don't understand. The amount of joy these fill me with is unreasonable.

I cannot decide what is the best part. Aziraphale holding Crowley like a wet noodle? "Oh it sets me all aquiver"? Crowley popping his nose off to kiss Aziraphale? MURIAL??????????

I LOVE. IT. ALL. AHHH.

the rest of my muppet!omens doodles, all together :)

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Is it me or does Barnacles needs to press the octoalert at least once a day?

It probably feels like that to us cuz of the episodic format of the show-

HOWEVER I know I already said it on the notes of a different post but-

I imagine he does at LEAST once every 2 or so days and like-

These are my notes in @brownyanyk s post lol

I feel like he's called the octo alert for like... a random snail having a depressive episode🥺

Anyways hed totally press the octo alert just to be like "hey wtf guys who stole the ENTIRE BOTTLE OF IBUPROPHEN?"

Maybe he has two types of alerts?

Like one for "HEY EVERYONE LISTEN UP" and "hey guys I think someone might die yall hurry up 💀🙏"

He wouldn't talk like that but u get it

Dad ahhh energy "WHO TURNED UP THE THERMOSTAT?!"

">:[ tis too cold for pirates and EVERYONE IN THE FCKING OCTOPOD!"

">:[ no its not we all agreed on this temperature mutually-

*starts arguing like an old married couple*

Lmsoooo yeah

Btw I am still gonna do the art requests lol including the lwazii loaf one for the anon who requested it!

Image description under the cut! I'm not the best at it but I tried lol

[ Image Description: screenshot of Tumblr notes in a re blog:

#octonauts everyone head to the hallway

#omg is there a creature loose???

#somebody clogged the bloody sink ( frowny face)

#... (three dots representing silence from the crew)

#"we are not leaving until I found out who did it (angry face) >:(

#😩👏(exhausted face emoji paired with a hand clap)

#bwoop bwoop bwoop octonauts to the hq

#omg captain whats happened?

#ok notice how shellington isn't here?

#"uh yeah?" Crew responds

#"yeah this is an intervention I dont think he's slept in the past 4 days , everyone huddle up and get ready to smother him in blankets"

#"i have some catnip it might help"

#"hes not a cat kwazii but peso do you have any sedati- (the word sedative is abruptly cut off)

#this is so out of character lmso

#incorrect quote ahhh

[vroomian]

I was listening to epic the musical and what if Yrz/Odysseus/ Penelope though

Yrz is reborn into Ithaca and escapes the Trojan war by being a palace clerk and also too young to go to war. Yrz, being himself and therefore utterly unchill, works up the palace ranks by being very good at his job, until he’s placed directly at Penelope’s side.

Penelope being kind competent and just, is Yrz catnip. It takes maybe a year for him to have his oh fuck I like like her moment. Instead of confessing and taking advantage of a woman who’s desperately missing her husband, Yrz instead throws himself into being the best support she has. He manages. He organizes. He plays with Telemachus, and becomes the only male role model the boy has!

Yrz even starts praying to the gods. We’ll say he knows for sure that the gods are real. So he goes down to the temples of Hera (marriage, protecting women and children) and Aphrodite (love, lovers) and Athena (odys personal patron) to sacrifice and pray. He gets a reputation for being very devout and almost a priest lol. He asks all of them for the same things: protect Penelope and Telemachus, and bring odysseus home unharmed.

His prayers are so frequent and so firm that they actually catch the arte of the gods. Aphrodite is first because yrzs love is deep and insane, and she notices that shit. One day while Yrz is praying in the temple she does the whole disguise herslef as a mortal thing to see what’s up.

[booksandabeer]

Catch up tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @somanywords! <333

Favorite color: Always & forever: International Klein Blue. In general, I gravitate towards rich, strong colors.

Last song: I think it was this one:

Last book: Oh, a German novel, actually! Die Unverhofften by Christoph Nußbaumeder. A 700-page history of a fictional Bavarian family spanning the entire 20th century. I'm enjoying it a lot. Peculiar prose, but not necessarily in a bad way, and at times a little didactic, but I will freely admit that I've mostly read these kinds of multi-generational novels (which I love) told from an East German perspective, so I don't really mind all that much.

Last movie: In my annual panicked sprint towards the Oscars deadline, I gorged myself on so many movies in February that I got completely burned out, and I haven't actually seen any since the beginning of March. I think? Also, so. many. tv shows. So I think the last one I saw was A Complete Unknown. A competently made movie, Timmy Chardonnay does an ok job as Dylan, but honestly, I found every single other character more interesting than the one it was actually about. (Monica Barbaro is magnificent as Joan Baez, and Scoot McNairy and Edward Norton as Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger are incredibly moving. They kind of stole the movie out from under the anointed Prince of Hollywood.)

Last TV show: God so many.

Still slooowly making my way through Succession. Watched episode 4x08 ("America Decides") just last night, which must have hit hard in 2023 already, but watching it in 2025...fucking bleak. Absolutely bone-chilling.

The White Lotus, which is the first show that made me understand the concept of "background watching." It's essentially a very silly, very glossy soap opera with great actors portraying terrible people doing and saying terrible and often ridiculous things in beautiful locations. The season finale was...not great. If I were more invested or took this show seriously in any way, I guess I would've been pretty bummed out by it, but as things are, I merely shrugged. See you next year in the Maldives, I guess. Or wherever Mike White wants to play dolls next.

Adolescence. As technically impressive as it is emotionally devastating. Writing, directing, acting, cinematography--it's all breathtakingly well done. Aside from one minor misstep at the very end--and it is a minor one, but it gives in to a more sentimental and therefore more manipulative mode of storytelling that the show so bravely, so impressively resisted up until then--this is as close to perfection as you can get in telling such a difficult story within the format of a four-episode limited series.

The Studio. I love this show and am enjoying the hell out of it every week, but I'm also wondering who it is for? Don't get me wrong, the intersection of art/business/gossip in Hollywood is absolute catnip to me, but how many "normal" people actually get more than half of the jokes on this very inside baseball show? Then again, this is on Apple tv+ and broad appeal or profitability (of their streaming service at least) doesn't really seem to be a concern for them.

The Pitt. As an old ER head this just hits the spot for me. Full of good, competent characters trying their very best in a fucked-up system. It's not a very subtle show and occasionally it gets VERY clunky when it wants to impart a lesson or send a message, but honestly? Maybe that's what this world needs right now. It's very well-made tv that is also unashamedly sincere. I can't hate on that.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: All three, please.

Relationship status: I have my person.

Last thing I googled: "How to get rid of mealybugs," which have apparently infected the small pine tree on my little roof terrace… :(

Looking forward to: I will be traveling to Macedonia next month for a wedding and then spending a week there afterwards. Very exciting!

Current obsessions: Oh, you know. The usual. Steve. Bucky. SteveandBucky.

I don't want to be a coward, so I'm tagging: @vuesfluides, @dharmasharks, @burninblood, @maplefiasco, @ethicalhorseslaughter, @burberrycanary, @village-skeptic, but PLEASE if anyone else sees this and feels like doing it, I would love to read your answers! I'm always so late with these things and I don't want to annoy anyone, but I'm really very interested in what other people are reading/watching/listening to!

[teadari]

Kitty Chuuya

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Monday, one must admit, is perhaps the most arduous of all days: after a weekend of indulging in rest and sleep, the first morning of a new week seeps into the mind like a sharp wind, heralding all manner of unexpected events.

And so it happened: our enchanting Y/N, having barely completed an exhausting workday, was determined to reach the pet store, for she had long intended to bring a living creature into her home. Her solitary apartment weighed on her soul, and she was in no hurry for a romantic relationship. But fate intervened at the very last moment—just before reaching the bus stop, she noticed two massive feline brutes attacking a third, a tiny but fiercely defiant opponent who fought back with all his might.

Y/N, whose heart brimmed with compassion, rushed to the defense of the little ginger troublemaker. Without a second thought, she decided to take him home—there was no way she could leave him out in the cold, vulnerable to further attacks. The kitten turned out to be a true rascal: scratching, biting, utterly unwilling to submit to unfamiliar hands. Yet she did not relent, holding him tightly and hoping that time would soften the spirit of this stubborn little beast.

And now, a year has passed since this mischievous ginger rogue became her steadfast companion. Over these months, she has gathered countless amusing observations, proving just how unpredictable life can be with a headstrong but beloved pet.

❤️ The Restless One

From the very first moment this fiery orange rascal stepped over the threshold of her home, he wriggled free from her grasp and, like a whirlwind, tore through the rooms. Any attempt to calm him down was in vain—he would scratch at the front door in protest. Bathing was an even greater ordeal; the moment he felt the water droplets, he panicked, utterly bewildered by this strange, new experience.

❤️ A Stranger to Human Affection

At first, he wouldn’t let her near him. The moment Y/N approached, he would retreat, pretending she didn’t even exist. He wouldn’t eat until she left the kitchen, as if wary of any unwanted touches. But time worked its magic. Slowly, he began to trust her. Now, he allows her to gently stroke his soft fur—though he’s not one for excessive affection. Yet, when he does surrender to her touch, he clings to it with all his heart, unwilling to let go.

❤️ The Art of Purring

There is something truly enchanting about his purr—a melody unlike any other. It all began when Y/N decided to introduce catnip into her home. The fragrant herb, rich in essential oils, awakened an unexpected tenderness in him. The moment he caught a whiff of those magical leaves, he transformed into the most affectionate creature, curling up in her lap and purring a rhythmic tune, as if composing a secret song. In these moments, he becomes so attached to her that he refuses to let her move even an inch away. It’s no surprise that these quiet evenings of shared warmth bring comfort to them both, turning ordinary nights into rare moments of genuine tranquility.

❤️ A Most Unusual Weakness

This ginger resident harbors another peculiar obsession—one that drives him absolutely mad. In Y/N’s home, a bottle of fine wine is never too far away, given that her work is closely tied to the refined world of beverages. And whenever she indulges in an aromatic sip, he watches her glass with unwavering focus. Once, he even managed to steal a drop. Imagine—a tipsy cat, shamelessly demanding another taste!

❤️ Evening Reunions at the Door

Sometimes, Y/N’s work keeps her late into the night. Yet, no matter how long she’s gone, the moment the key turns in the lock, he is already waiting by the door, his posture a perfect blend of silent reproach and boundless joy—because at last, his beloved owner has returned.

❤️ The Truth Revealed

There was a night when this fiery feline revealed his true nature. It was the evening before Y/N’s birthday, and an unexpected downpour plunged the city into darkness earlier than usual. She was late—far later than normal. Chuuya, with his keen feline instincts, perched himself on the windowsill, watching, waiting. For two hours, he remained motionless, his sharp eyes scanning the streets, but she was nowhere to be seen. He grew restless, trying to convince himself that perhaps she had simply been delayed.

Three more hours passed. No sign of her.

Something wasn’t right.

Realizing that patience would no longer serve him, he made a decision. In an instant, he shifted into his human form, grabbed one of her scarves, took the spare keys, and without a moment’s hesitation, stepped into the night to find her.

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A Joyful Stroll and an Unexpected Encounter

Y/N walked cheerfully down the narrow street, her thoughts drifting pleasantly toward the evening ahead. She had decided to visit her friend—there was plenty of time, after all. Her cat had only been left alone for three hours, and her friend had invited her over under the pretense of needing company, which turned out to be a thinly veiled excuse for battling loneliness. Her boyfriend had left her, and even the rain had decided to pour harder, as if for dramatic effect.

"Maybe you should stay until morning?" her friend suggested, glancing at the persistent downpour drumming against the window frame.

"I appreciate the offer, but there’s no need. The rain isn’t that bad, and my little feline soul at home is probably starving by now," Y/N replied with a smile.

"Well… if you’re sure," her friend sighed, watching her leave.

Yet trouble awaited on the way home. Beneath the stark glow of a streetlamp, Y/N found herself face to face with her ex. "Not him," flashed through her mind in alarm. But fate, in all its cruelty, had its way—he saw her. Worse yet, he stepped right into her path, visibly drunk, his words slurred beyond recognition.

"Y/N!" he drawled in an unsettlingly smooth tone, barely managing to form the words. "Y-you told me… to come back… to you!"

"Sober up," she snapped, "and rest assured, I have no desire to see you. You disgust me."

That set him off. His face twisted in fury, and before she could react, his grip tightened around her wrist, sending her crashing into a puddle. Darkness swallowed her senses.

The drunken brute stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. But he was not alone. Chuuya—her fiery guardian—was already closing in. Not as a cat, but as a man. And the moment his sharp eyes landed on Y/N, unconscious in the filthy water, rage unlike any other ignited within him. Without hesitation, he lunged at her attacker.

"Who the hell are you?" the drunkard slurred, stumbling back.

"You wouldn’t understand," Chuuya growled through clenched teeth before delivering the punishment he so rightfully deserved, protecting his unconscious owner with fierce, unwavering devotion.

---

Awakening

Morning sunlight spilled through the window, so blindingly bright that it made her eyes ache. Something stirred her from unconsciousness. Blinking slowly, Y/N found herself lying in bed— and there, resting on her lap, was a sleeping young man.

"Hey…" she murmured, hesitantly nudging him with her elbow.

His eyes fluttered open. Then, with a bright, almost mischievous grin, he exclaimed:

"Oh! You're finally awake, Master!"

A thought struck her like lightning.

"Wait… this is—this is my dear cat!"

Her heart clenched at the overwhelming realization.

New Quirks

He had a rather amusing trait—when in his human form, he looked exceptionally cute. Naturally, Y/N couldn’t resist teasing him about it. And though he would scowl in protest, embarrassment painted his face a deep shade of red every time.

Over time, they found joy in sharing the occasional drink, which often led to them dozing off side by side in the same bed. Morning after morning, a slightly flustered Y/N would wake to the same scene and promptly scold him:

"Why are you here again? And who told you I’m some kind of comfortable pillow?"

---

The Hat: A Symbol of Style

One day, this peculiar young man rummaged through Y/N’s closet and stumbled upon a hat. Amused, she playfully set it atop his head, just to see if it suited him.

And oh, did it suit him.

"It actually looks good on you," she noted with a sly wink.

From that moment on, he rarely parted with it, as if he had finally discovered the one accessory that defined his refined, stylish nature. And truly, watching him—the once-fiery little feline, now a steadfast protector, adorned with his ever-present hat—it was impossible not to smile, a quiet warmth settling deep in her heart.