#dash: kitty wilde

[lilac-multifandom-multishipper]

okay so letting cats go outside unsupervised is animal abuse now. terrible job everyone

[ryderlynnhq]

@kittyhq replied: be careful she might bite u

i might be into that, you never knowwww

[ghost-proofbaby]

the cool down (e.m.)

request: from the lovely @mrsjellymunson: Please may I have a 🍋 (with 🍓 elements if there’s room) with Eddie Munson (friends-to-lovers, or established relationship, or your choice of other) in a super-hot, uncomfortable van on a really hot day (or day into evening), where he and reader have to come up with ever-more-daring/inventive ways to cool down/off, and maybe they end up next to, or in, Lover’s Lake?? I’m thinking cool cans of drink/beer, water sprays, fans, wet clothing…

a/n: okay this definitely took on a mind of its own and i just realized i did not have any water sprays or fans or wet clothing, but i did have eddie come up with a sort of unique way to cool us down <3 i hope you still enjoy this, kittie!! <3 <3 (also, if you squint, reader is alluded to having a chronic illness that causes extreme weather conditions to affect them. and i mean, you really have to squint. it's just very very vague since i got lost in the sauce of smut).

warnings: smut, oral f receiving, reader is afab, allusion to oral m receiving at the end, temperature play (ice). minors dni.

wc: 3.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

First, it had been to go driving around to get your minds off the heat. 

And it had worked. Eddie’s van was certainly not any cooler than the trailer had been, but something about riding around the town aimlessly with all the windows down did get your mind off the unbearable heatwave. Something about Eddie, singing along purposefully off-key to his favorite songs, his hand resting lightly on your thigh as you laughed at him, made it all a little less terrible. His genius plan had worked – for the first hour. 

Then, it had been to go to the gas station and get slushies. 

An even better plan than his original one, honestly. You’d gone from staring at his dash while the van stalled at a red light, desperately trying to focus on anything but that creeping sickness at the edges of your mind, when he’d brought it up. One moment, your stomach is dropping as you feel that familiar light-headedness. The next, your en-route for a cherry slushy, on your doting boyfriend’s dime. 

You win some, you lose some. 

The losing being the terrible affect the heat currently had on you now that you were laying out in the back of Eddie’s van now, parked at Lover’s Lake, the water doing nothing to cool the smothering breeze enveloping you two. 

“So, did you bring me all the way out here to kill me, or just stare at the lake all night?” you ask after taking another sip of the tart frozen treat currently cooling both your mouth and palms. It’s melting fast, the plastic cup holding it never standing a chance against your body heat mingling with the summer air. 

Eddie had insisted upon coming straight to the lake after the gas station. Urging you to walk back to the van faster as he’d held a cup in each hand; one blue raspberry slushy, and one mystery styrofoam cup he refused to admit just what it contained. 

As Eddie speaks, you can see his purple stained tongue, “Who says I’m gonna kill ya?” 

“All the movies,” you drawl, stretching your legs out in front of you, the soles of your sandals not even reaching the edge of the van. The thrown-open doors sway ever so slightly in the wind, “Why else would you bring me here, so far away from civilization?” 

“So no one could hear you.” 

You can’t help the laugh that immediately slips out. You nearly choke on your straw you’d lifted back up to your lips, side-eyeing him through a few wild coughs. 

“Excuse me?” 

He clearly hadn’t processed what he’d just said, because his eyes go wide as he attempts to backtrack, “Wait, wait, wait! No! I just- I didn’t mean-” he pauses and sighs, leaning his head back to wipe a frustrated palm over his face, “Oh my God, sweetheart, I’m not going to kill you. I didn’t mean it in a murderer way – I meant it in a horny way.” 

The horny comment nearly goes entirely over your head, “You’re not going to kill me? That’s something a murderer would say- wait, did you just say you meant it in a horny way?”

You both stare at each other for a short while, matching blown out pupils and chests rising in sync as you both suck in impossible bursts of parching oxygen only to blow them out in rapid successions. 

“I did,” he finally breathes out, timidly reaching behind him, revealing that styrofoam cup once more. 

Not even a drop of sweat on it yet. It’s holding up tremendously better than your slushies had. 

“What’s in the cup?”

You’re feeling bold, ignoring the pooling perspiration at the nape of your neck as you scoot yourself a bit closer, fighting a smile. 

“Well, I know the heat bothers you a lot…”

“Right.”

“And I was trying to think of ways to cool you down…”

“Of course.”

“But also just take your mind off of it, in general.”

“That all sounds great, Eddie,” you lean forward, slushy cup pressing into your kneecap as you reach forward for the mystery cup. Eddie is quick to fling his arm up, keeping it far out of your reach, “But what’s in that damn cup?”

Instead of answering right away, he grins slowly, wiggling his eyebrows comically until you roll your eyes at him. 

“Fine, keep your secr-”

“Lay back for me, baby.”

He purrs out the command, the sweet nickname a cherry on top. 

In a blink of an eye, your joking boyfriend has vanished, someone more confident and commanding in his place. A sight to see, really. There’s only a few times you’re awarded the sight: when Eddie is navigating you through crowded bars with a steady hand pressed to your lower back, when Eddie is hosting his weekly DnD nights that you’ve earned a lifetime invite to, when Eddie is on a stage and entirely within his element as his first sweetheart hangs from his shoulders.

And whenever he has you like this, already compliant and doe-eyed, a toying smile tugging at your lips as you follow through with his demands. 

It’s a welcome switch, a welcome presence. 

“Good girl,” he awards you softly, and you have to choke back a giggle. 

He was just a stuttering mess, defending himself like a clumsy fool. An adorable dork pulling at your heart strings. And now, he’s a vision of assuredness. Of determination. 

It’s hot. It’s great. It’s enough to get your mind off the dwindling summer heat that rises around the lake’s perimeter. 

“So,” he continues, popping the lid off the cup finally. There’s not a sign of liquid nearing the rim of the cup where you can see, and your face twists in a bit of confusion, “Here’s what’s going to happen – here I have a wonderfully not melted cup of ice,” he tilts it, and you can finally see the pebbled ice cubes. Suddenly, the entire situation has become significantly less funny, “And you’re clearly in need of a cool down. See where I’m going with this, sweetheart?” 

You do. But it’s more fun to play dumb. 

“I don’t think I do,” you sigh out, stretching so that your tank top rises and exposes your midriff, “Might need a demonstration.” 

It’s a vibrant green light for him – he’s quick to set the cup aside and focus all his efforts on undressing you. Hands that are still shaking – because it’s Eddie and his hands will always shake when it comes to you – and eager fingers tracing lines over your hips before he fiddles with the button of your jean shorts. Taking his time with each caress, murmuring words that strike flames within the pit of your stomach, a more welcome internal warmth than what the summer offers. 

He pauses once the shirt and shorts have been discarded, and you almost think for a moment, he might begin to pepper soft kisses across your exposed skin. 

He doesn’t. 

He grabs the styrofoam cup once more instead, keeping eye contact with you as he pulls an ice cube out. Before he formally places it between his lips, he pauses, leaning forward with a glint in his eyes as he instructs, “Think you can stay still for me, baby?” 

Funny how easy it is to turn to stone until someone requests it of you. 

The ice cube is slotted between his lips, pretty and pink as they wrap around the salvation that quickly starts to melt. A drip of water is already running down his chin by the time he’s leaning down over your body, not yet touching your spasming abdomen, just hovering as he watches the way your body fights against his instruction. 

No words are needed – even if he could speak with the ice in his mouth – as his eyes flick up to yours. Arson umber pupils that command you silently. 

Stay still, they whisper. And you try to – you really, really try to. 

The first drop of cold water hits your skin as it shakes from restraint, from stuttering breaths, from anticipation. He’s teasing you; he’s taking his time as he grows closer and closer to properly pressing the cube and his lips against you. You swear, for just a moment, this entire grand idea was doing the opposite of its purpose. Heat was radiating off of you in waves, with no plans of cooling down any time soon. 

And then his lips are on your skin. 

Sweet relief, chills racing down the spine, a sigh slipping past your lips as your back arches desperately. He’s pinpointed the exact center between your hips, just below your navel, with everything you’ve begun to crave. Lips losing their heat with every passing second and the tip of the cube trail around in a lazy circle as he keeps looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, corners of his mouth twitching with the temptation of a smile when your fingers tangle in the roots of his hair. You have half the mind to completely undo his already ruined bun – you have half the mind to guide him to exactly where you need him most. 

“Fuck,” you gasp out, voice barely a hiccup over the cicadas. It feels nice, it feels good. 

The stifle of the van’s air is all but forgotten as he just keeps trailing the ice along your skin, letting it slowly melt until there’s nothing left but the remnants of a chill on his tongue and lips. And he takes those frozen lips, quickly putting them to use as he lets them drag along a pathway to your left hip. No rush. You’ve both got all the time in the world as he presses a hard kiss to that hip, lips pursing and sucking a bit before he shifts to make his way to the right one instead. 

Teasing, taunting, relieving. 

By the time he’s made it to the other hip, the heat has begun to creep back up. 

“You look real pretty like this, you know?” he asks you, hand shooting out blindly to get another ice cube, “Just laying here for me, sighing all cutely and shit,” your fingers tighten in his hair, “Oh, do you like that, baby? Like me calling it how I see it?” 

It’s in his confident tone. The buzz shooting straight through your brain that drowns out the sounds of summer when he talks to you like this. Every syllable has you preening for more of his affection, his attention, his approval. 

You’re finally dizzy with want and need rather than summertime sickness. 

“You’re a fucking vision,” his breath is hot against you as he says it, waiting for just a moment before he lifts up and yanks his shirt off with boyish charm. When he settles back between your legs, he makes a point to lay the backs of your bare thighs against his naked shoulders, sweaty skin sticking to sweaty skin, “I would do anything for you. Fucking anything. Say the word, and it’s yours.” 

Right as he places another ice cube in his mouth, dropping cool fingertips that are wet with condensation to trail from the peak of your knee and down, you take him at his word.

You say the word. 

“Kiss me,” you beg.

“Where?”

Not a taunt. Just a clarification. The game is up, and you both know it.

“There.”

“We’re not teenagers,” he snorts, voice a bit garbled as he passes the ice from cheek to cheek, “Use your big girl words.” 

This time, your hand is his hair does remove the bun entirely, hairtie lost somewhere recklessly to be found later as thick curls wrap around your fist. “Jesus Christ, I want you to kiss me on my fucking pussy, Eddie. Is that what you want to hear? Quit teasing and-” 

“Your pussy?” he interrupts, eyes darkening ever so slightly, tsking slightly, “No, no. That won’t do. Because from what I can see, this pussy is mine, sweetheart. She’s purring for me right now, dripping like these damn ice cubes-”

“Then kiss me on your damn pussy.”

Another ice cube is slotted between his lips, one you hadn’t noticed him grabbing, and he does exactly as he’s told. 

The cold shocks you initially, nearly making your hips jump away from his touch entirely. But you can’t as his forearm comes over to rest across the hips he’d just worshiped, other hand tightly gripping onto the flesh of any thigh he can grab onto, pulling you tighter and closer to him. 

The same circles he had just trailed beneath your navel return in a new location, skimming your clit now. 

“Oh my God,” you whine, shoulder blades digging into the uncomfortable surface of the van’s floor below the makeshift padding of blankets, “Please, please.” 

He doesn’t tease you and ask you to spell out what you’re imploring of him this time. What small bit of the ice was left in his mouth slips out, slowly trailing down, down, down. Lighting a path of incessant mercy along its way as it skirts around your clit, ending up nearly slipping inside of you as it slows at your entrance. 

A cold, freezing trail of water left behind, and Eddie’s hot tongue is quick to follow it in reverse. 

He deliberately keeps it flat, avoiding filling you where you want it most. 

He’s still taking his time, moving slower than the cube has as he laps at your folds steadily. One long stride, and you’re squirming. The contrast between the heat of his mouth and the chill that the ice had left behind sends you whirling, stomach clenching as you let out more little gasps. 

It only eggs him on. 

He flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue to finish his path, moving back only to take a sharp breath of his own before his lips wrap around it and suck. 

The steady rhythm of suction elicits countless moans from you, all trailing off into desperate whispers, both hands fully buried in Eddie’s curls as he has to fight harder to keep your hips pressed down. Praises of his name, pants of keep going. Your vision blurs in a way that doesn’t send panic through your bones, and you welcome the tunnel vision as he lets go of his grip around your thigh to press his fingertips against your entrance. 

He mumbles something, a reverberating hum that has you clenching around nothing, but he’s not willful enough to take his mouth off you long enough to properly enunciate. 

“What - ah - what was that?” you breathe out, hardly able to get the words out around your pants as you feel that pressure building between your hips, desperate for release. 

Willpower in overdrive, he pulls himself away from being buried against you, “I said, I want you to come for me, sweetheart.” 

To emphasize his point, he plunges in two fingers, curling them in a petting motion that spells out your demise. 

Your body reacts to the words before your brain can catch up. That pressure, the ever growing knot building, building, building – it snaps within a second of his lips finding your clit again. 

His fingers, knuckle deep in your cunt. His nose, buried in your bush. The cold, still lingering with a vengeance against the odds. 

The sensory overload does you in. You feel weightless, unaware of just how hard you’re tugging on his curls or the slight rhythm he’s built with his own hips against the blankets below. The high rushes over you, drowning out everything in its path and wrapping you up just as the summer warmth had previously. And he’s relentless, carrying you through every wave, never once faltering. 

You understand what he’d said earlier – you’re glad no one can hear you at this moment as you throw away any false God and only say prayers in Eddie’s name. 

White vision fades to black, and your entire body goes slack as your eyes flutter shut in exhaustion. The sweat covering your body almost offers some relief as a breeze wiggles its way through the van’s back doors.

He crawls back up your body slowly, coming home to the space you allot him as you further spread your trembling thighs and he peppers the lightest of sincere kisses up your ribcage. Warm lips you feel drawing roadways until he’s finally lining them up your neck, your cheeks, your own hot lips. 

“Still with me?” 

You only hum in response, hand feeling blindly to lightly caress his bare back. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, breath fanning out against your temple as he places a last few kisses, just because. 

When you finally force your heavy lids back open, you’re welcomed to the sight of whiskey eyes and a soft nose, shining for a reason only the two of you know. You swear, you can’t decipher if the pink smattering across his cheeks and bridge of his nose is from the heat, or from a  proper blush at the sight of you. 

It makes your insides melt more than any hot summer day. 

“It worked,” is all you laugh out, pads of your fingers still pressing softly into the smooth skin of his shoulder blades, a weak attempt to bring him closer. 

“It worked?” 

“You took my mind off the heat.” 

His lashes might be fluttering even more than your own, hips lowering against yours, heavy and bated as you come back down to Earth. You swear he’s never been prettier than he is right now, with you all over his mouth and bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. 

You almost card your fingers through them, expose the spanse of skin beneath just to offer the softest of kisses in return to him. Almost. 

“Good,” he grins with a boyish mirth, looking overly accomplished, “Did you ever even doubt me?” 

“Maybe.”

Your teasing tone has him poking out a tongue that’s a few shades lighter of purple than before, him finally rolling his body off of the top of yours. 

“I’ll give you a minute,” he jokes, throwing his head back as your eyes follow. You can see a bead of sweat making its way down his cheekbone, slipping away into his hairline, “And then I’ll fuck that doubt away.” 

Your stomach flutters as your eyes wander, taking in his exposed neck, following the creases in his skin down his chest. The way his stomach shakes a little with each breath, and the way you zero in on each quiver of that dark line of hair starting at his navel and disappearing into the band of his pants. 

The very obvious, very strained bulge within his pants. 

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind. 

You sit up a bit faster than is smart, and you ignore the stars in your vision as you quickly situate yourself to perch by his hip. He starts to lift himself back up, hands already flying out to keep you steady, but you only swat them away as you lean over him to grab an ice cube out of the styrofoam cup. 

“I think I’ll need more than a minute,” you lie, pressing him back down fully, movements full of determination as he watches you with hooded eyes, “How about for now, I give you a taste of your own medicine, pretty boy?” 

The ice is slotted between your own lips, and the whine Eddie lets out is answer enough.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I curate my dash very carefully, so it's always a sad surprise when I see really uncharitable mean takes about Ed in the wild on other platforms. Like you're telling me that you don't think Ed deserves to have nothing but snuggles and sweet forehead kisses?

I'm helping him build his blanket fort and telling him he's such a good kitty and he's been so brave and he can rest now. We're in here eating marmalade out the jar and talking about boys and you're not invited. Smh

[identifying-cat-phenotypes]

is it true male cats can't be black orange and white? I'm pretty sure I was told that before and I was pretty confident in my cat knowledge but...

this is a cat who keeps showing up at my job because """he hates being cooped up indoors""" (🙄) and he's very friendly.

bonus here he is uhm... nursing on my shirt....

Well, it depends. Male cats can be calicos (whether it be through chimerism or an extra chromosome) but it's extremely rare to find just Some Cat in the wild with such a condition.

Plus, that just looks like just some tabby rufousing! It's connected to a gene called rufous that makes black hairs lighter, and more red-saturated and ruddy. That's what makes Somali and Abyssinian cats look so red, when they are genetically black tabbies! It's very interesting.

Most tabbies have hairs like that, and they are not based in the sex-linked eumelanin, so therefor they aren't orange. However, that is still such a dashing kitty! What a nice coat of white! He's a black tabby with high white!

[panboiiibish]

Thinking about monsters right now. More specifically cat hybrid you and your human owner!

You always hear about the pretty kitty hybrids, sweet and soft little pets and that purr and are sweet as can be. But what about the bratty kitties? What about the little strays that get lured into a loving owners home with the promise of food and shelter.

You are a sweet little thing but like most cats you've got claws, and have been a stray out in the wild for a while. So when the human of a house you've been lurking around starts leaving perfectly good food out your not one to hesitate. It takes them months to even be near you as you happily much away at the free food.

And even then you scamper off when they try touching or even hand feeding even though the thing in their hand smells like haven.

When you finally work up the nerve to try the handed food you had initially attempted to snatch it away and run. But them being a cat lover knew how sneaky kitties can be and had a good grip on the packaging, not letting you dash off without taking a few licks of the food and almost becoming putty from its yummy flavors.

After that day you came by their place more, sometimes even meowing out and clawing at windows for attention and food. Sometimes being bratty you just dash off before they can even open the door so they now have to wait for you to come back.

But once you finally trot I to that house your enamored. The place is warm, cozy, and has the most perfect spots for sunbathing. And the best part of it all free food and pets. All you've got to do is wear a silly collar with your owners chosen name for you and try not to destroy everything. Though knocking a few things off the counter will be your compromise, cant let them get too comfy with your presence.

(Hii! This is Pan! I'll just be up front this is very much a self insert lol, 'm in a bratty catty mood and just wanted to share. Anyways have a nice night and I'm open for chatting and comments!)

[pawtrolling]

PAWTROLLING MASTERLIST

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outfit boards

paleontology, fantasy, astronaut, super mario, pastel pink/blue, zoo trip, sam porter bridges, kris (deltarune), sheep, my own aesthetic, gummy goo, periwinkle (pixie hollow), summer camp, sky, lop bunny, skipper (barbie), emo, invader zim, sackboy, muffin (bluey), wild west, orange kitten, prep school, pikachu, rabbids luigi, horseland, pastel bunny, aquarium trip, clumber spaniel, whimsigoth puppy

dni banners

raph & leo (tmnt), socks (bluey), leorio, jolteon, pastel precious moments, funfetti, cottage core, puppy, 2000s summer, my melody/charmmy kitty, miya chinen, sundrop, adventure time

moodboards

tinkerbell, petterson und findus, neon arcade, vidia, marshmallow, ugandan childhood, yellow, dinosaurs, dipper pines, lab puppy, stars, fish, poodle, bluey + rainbow dash, lynette guycott, seals, nick jr logo, cloud e sky, clown, mitsuba sousuke, wind waker link, australian shepherd, soft things, huey, dewey, louie, webby, winnie pooh, raccoon + cat, crows, horrid henry, siblings, hilda, cardamon (bee & puppycat), david (hilda)

stimboards

specter (ape escape)

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silvermist (pixie hollow), cyde-6, lord shaxx, joel miller, joel miller (game), della duck, donald duck, fox mulder, goose (top gun)

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[creatureschaos]

Flutter Kitty

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In my new AU, The Tail Six, Fluttershy is a winged cat. However, her wings are vestigial, too small to actually take flight with. Her talent has changed as well. It's now entomology. She spends a lot of time out in the woods studying lil creepy crawlies.

So far, I'm setting this before season 1. I'm not even sure if the elements of harmony will exist in this au. But the magic to encase others in stone still exists, and that is where Discord is. At this point in time, Flutters only knows Rainbow Dash and isn't too close to her. She lives a pretty secluded life in her cottage, only going into town when she needs to stock up. She's not jumps-at-any-leaf fearful, but has high social anxiety and low self esteem (due to always being bullied for her inability to fly.) Without her all encompassing animal talent, she treats wild beasts more with reverence and cation. She's still pretty compassionate, but that largely gets directed at her bug friends these days. No one is quite sure how she ended up in Ponyville rather than Cloudsdale. She doesn't seem to want to discuss it, though it's assumed it's related to her inability to fly. Was she kicked out, or did she leave on her own? She's lonely and a little depressed, but too scared of social situations and saying/doing the wrong thing or simply being bullied for her small wings to do anything to resolve it.

Design wise, I pulled some inspiration from @sporkorkork's series on making mlp characters look more like their parents. Fluttershy's colors are largely based on her mothers. Sorry Flutterdad I just couldn't get the greens to look the way I wanted. Plus she's more recognizable this way. Concept Sketches for The Tail 6

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

Character HeadCanon Generator

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TADAAAA here Grims results with deets:

Grimulf uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

❌ No stinky, lazy hilichurl here. His humanity is still semi-intact therefore he realises the importance of hygiene. Keeping diseases, ailments and certain health conditions away. From a social standpoint, if he's trekking into town to do trades, no one's going to want to, if they can smell him a mile away, so there is a social need to be clean. He is particularly meticulous when it comes to the 'do'. HIs wild hair and mane are maintained. He uses a pine tar soap, shampoo and conditioner. Grimulf smells like a campfire. Pine accepted a light burning wood scent, a pleasant earthy aroma.

Grimulf can hug you if deserved.

✅He is super affectionate and harbors empathy for many beings. If your muse is having a bad day, needs a cuddle or a dash of comfort, he is your first hilichurlian responder. Grimulf is highly affectionate towards beings he cares about. He is very nurturing, in a fatherly way however most would pass on a hug from a hilichurl in Teyvat.

If Grimulf likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.

✅Accurate. He enjoys lurking in Teyvats caves, tunnels and hidden realms that most have forgotten about. As for rocks, he's got a magpie eye. Anything shiny catches his eye, a color or even curious shape will trip his curiosity. Could be worthless to many but amuses him so. He can be a bit of a hoarder, but it's organised collecting to him. And if he LIKES someone, it's not just rocks. Tokens of affection are shared generously by this hilichurl, just ask that beautifully handsome one who got a rose a while back. Heh.

Grimulf needs a nightlight to sleep.

❌ He prefers the night. Content to move about within the shadows when ever reconnaissance is needed. It's easier to sneak into a town at night and dark alleyways become the hub for quick and easy trades. He favors the night, there is no fear there. He is borderline nocturnal, prefering to nap during the day and tends to be more active late afternoon, evening.

Grimulf wears Hello Kitty socks.

✅ He would IF it made your muse laugh. If your muse made them or bought them for him, he'd sport them but they better be toeless because he has claws. He actually wears a type of leather leg warmer/ shin guard armor on the daily but like on a day off, lounging around being lazy. Yeah, he would just to see you smile and or crack up.

I hereby Solemnly Tag: @amireallythelast @pleasenosmashme @rcseadorned @glacialswordsman {For Capi} @vahrutasgrace

AND Anyone who'd like to do this!

[ana-snz]

I don’t know if there’s any crossover between this community and the indie perfume community, but I need to share a few perfume descriptions with you guys bc man vanillas are WILD!

1) Full bodied kitten breath at its absolute finest. I started with a pure expensive Arabian musk and I sweetened it and I creamed it with a dash of marshmallow fluff, a dash of mammalistic sweaty salts, a dollop of a playdoh note & some animal musk notes. It reminds me a bit of the smell of a sneeze which I swear there’s a universal smell to a sneeze that very few pick up on. Summed up - phantom kitty breathy mist.

2) Meditation head shop incense & ritual air, surreal astral projected molecules, single malt, moth wings, pepper sneezes on skin dusted musk, here and now electrical sparks.

3) (not a description by the name of a perfume-) Amor, To Show That He Was Pleased, Approvingly (In Silence) Sneezed

[pransesdp]

For the first gen/parents of the NG-verse, what are their future jobs in your current HC timeline?

From what I’ve got so far; I see Danny continuing his same role as the protector of Amity Park (probably just going by “Phantom” now in terms of hero monikers), Sam would open her own lil flower shop (whilst anonymously writing up dark fantasy novels subtly based on Team Phantoms’ past adventures), Tucker would become an expert tech guru running his own repair company (think BestBuy’s “Geek Squad”, in a way), and Jazz ofc becomes a renown psychologist (living out-of-state with her husband Dash, now a physical therapist).

In the meantime, Valerie’s carrying on strong as a ghost huntress (teaching younger aspiring hunters like Morgan all about her craft), Paulina & Wes Weston are the current main news anchors for Amity Park news, Star teaches science at Casper High, Kwan is a local veterinarian doc, and Danielle’s currently vibing as a traveling “freelancer” (taking up odd jobs/fighting ghosts in various parts of the world).

As far as the ghost cast, not a whole lot changed for most of them (cause, well… they’re ghosts lol), but some like Dorathea has risen up in power as a queen of her own realm (+the Fright Knight is technically crowned-royalty with his wife, but he still prefers to be called “the Fright Knight”), Johnny & Kitty are living the wild biker fam life with their squad of kids (+Zanna), and Desiree’s thriving well in her own palace/door realm of riches (think the inside of the Cave of Wonders from “Aladdin”):

I imagine for most of the ‘known’ ghosts by the current NG timeline, there’d probably be a few outfit changes/updated designs depending on their own preferences. Otherwise, pretty much the same spooky threats as before (now with a second gen) lol

[silly4sillypoll]

HERE IS THE OFFICIAL SILLY BRACKET 2023!!

(I’m aware this is kinda a mess but I promise it’ll get neater as time goes on)

please let me know if anyone is either misspelled or goes by a different name than what I put down

And please send any pictures you may have of your sillies here! It not only makes my job much easier but it also spreads propaganda >:)

Polls will begin Afternoon 4/19

vvv Lineup in text form underneath here vvv

SIDE 1

Sweet Cap’n Cakes (DELTARUNE) VS Sans x Toriel (UNDERTALE)

Jevil x Spamton (DELTARUNE) VS papyrus x Mettaton (UNDERTALE)

Sonic x Espio VS Sonic x Knuckles (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Doctor Robotnik x Agent Stone (Sonic the Hedgehog) VS Vanessa Carlyle x Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Roger x Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit) VS Daffy Duck x Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

The Joker x Batman (LEGO Batman Movie) VS The Joker x Pinkie Pie x Rainbow Dash (mlp)

Spider-Ham x Spider Noir (Spider-man: Into the Spider-verse) VS Pinkie Pie x Cheese Sandwich (My Little Pony)

Troy Bolton x Sharpay Evans (Highschool Musical) VS Junkrat x Roadhog (Overwatch)

King Bowser x Luigi VS Princess Daisy x Princess Peach (Mario)

Lord Zuko x Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS Bolin x Korra (Legend of Korra)

Kamishiro Rui x Tenma Tsukasa (Project Sekai) VS Normal Oak x Harmie Unworthy (Dungeons and Daddies) 

Questionette x Borbra Luddington (Smile For Me) VS You x Your Blorbo(s) (Your Shows)

Diamond x Pearl (Pokemon Adventures) VS Ethan/Hibiki x Lyra/Kotone (Pokemon Heartgold and Soulsilver)

Luz Noceda x Amity Blight VS Edalyn Clawthorne x Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Dave x Jack (Dayshift at Freddy’s) VS Dr Bubby x Dr Harold Coomer (Half-Life: but the AI is Self-aware) 

4 x X (Battle for BFDI) VS Light bulb x Test tube (Inanimate Insanity)

SIDE 2 

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten (Lazytown) VS Bill and Ted (‘s Excellent Adventure)

Monkey D. Luffy x Zoro (One Piece) VS Seahawk x Mermista (She-ra)

Harry Du Bois x Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium) VS Link x Prince Sidon (LOZ: Breath of the Wild)

Puss x Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots) VS Scar x Grian (3rd Life SMP) 

Jessie x James (Pokemon) VS Puyo Puyo x Tetris (Real life???) 

Fubuki Tenjoin x Jun Manjoume (Yugioh GX) VS Kakashi Hatake x Maito Gai (Naruto)

Josuke x Okuyasu VS Jolyne x Foo Fighters (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Soldier x Zhanna (Team Fortress 2) VS Vash the Stampede x Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Koichi Zenigata x Lupin III VS Daisuke Jigen x Lupin III (Lupin III)

Redson x Mei Dragon x MK (LEGO Monkie Kid) VS Spongebob x Patrick (Spongebob)

Zagreus x Hypnos (Hades) VS Aziraphale x Crowley (Good Omens)

Shiver x Frye x Bigman (Splatoon) VS Apollo Justice x Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Kim Wexler x Jimmy Mcgill (Better Call Saul) VS Dr. Gregory House x James Wilson (House)

Tom Wambsgans x Greg Hirsch (Succession) VS Troy Barnes x Abed Nadir (Community)

Terezi Pyrope x Vriska Serket VS Dave Strider x Karkat Vantas (Homestuck) 

Equius Zahhak x Nepeta Leijon VS Gamzee Makara x Tavros Nitram (Homestuck) 

Last edited 4/19

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

[misskittyhart]

CHAPTER 1: Crescent City Where The Jazz Is Gritty

It was a rainy afternoon in New Orleans, the year 1924. The city changed from a sleepy town to a loud, wild night. The cacophonous sound of jazz blared into the streets of the French quarter. The music was hot and blaring crashing down around any one who passed by it’s warm lit streets. Consuming you with the promise of a good time.

The rain had caught up many who were on the way to their jobs at the French Quarter, a gaggle of people huddled under an awning of a local business hoping for a break in this down pour. One of the faces in this crowd was a stunning milky skinned woman with auburn hair and the most stunning emerald green eyes. Her hair was partially pulled back in finger waves, a bright crystal encrusted magnolia adoring her red locks. She had a black fur coat pulled tight around her trying desperately to keep her beautiful dark sapphire beaded dress from getting wet. The dress was shin length, and was accompanied by fine black hosiery and dark blue heels that seemed to glimmer in the street light.

Her name was Kitty, she was a marvelous jazz singer at one of the largest jazz clubs in the quarter, The Silver Magnolia. She was looking at her delicate watch on her wrist wondering if she should risk the down pour as she would be late. People whispered around her, realizing who she was. She was new to the scene, only singing for a year now but she was the head lining act, especially on a Saturday where the joint was so packed it sucked the air from the room. Hot, loud and heavy music filled that room, a room you could lose yourself completely with the sweet taste of rye, you could forget everything. She was terribly worried if the rain didn’t let up soon she would be late for sound check.

A voice startled her suddenly, “you look like you could use an umbrella. You seem to be in a hurry to get somewhere, darling.” A sultry honeyed tone spoke from her side. She turned her face to the stranger to see who was talking to her. He was tall, slender and striking. He wore a bright grin on his handsome features, that made his light brown skin glow. His hazel eyes stared through small round glasses frames as he looked upon her. He was wearing a loud but dashing dark red suit fit with a charming dark red bow tie. He held the umbrella up over her. “I wouldn’t suppose you’d offer me the pleasure of walking you to your destination and allow me to keep you out of this mess.” He said in a very charming tone.

“Oh, yes. That would be very kind, mister?” She said wondering who this man was. Though he seemed very kind, there was an air of pride and arrogance about him.

“Ahhah! You can call me Alastor.” He said offering her his hand in a graceful manner.

“I’m kitty.” She said taking his hand. Which he so smoothly brought to his lips giving her knuckles a chaste kiss. His amber eyes keeping contact with her. He was extremely charming, She thought to her self.

“Well Miss Kitty it is a pleasure to run into such a stunning young woman like yourself!” That smile still on his face. He offered her his arm to take so he could walk her to her destination. She took it after a pause, and began walking along side him. “Tell me pretty one~ where are you headed? It would be my delight to make sure you arrive dry and safe~”

She looked up at him curiously. Alastor. He wouldn’t happen to be the famous radio host would he? She wondered. His question stopped her thoughts. “Oh I’m headed to the Silver Magnolia” she said simply, “I really appreciate your kindness I thought I might be late for sound check”

His eyes glistened with interest now. His smile widening as he looked down at her, almost towering over her smaller stature. “My, my! You wouldn’t happen to be a singer would you?” He asked interested in her.

“I would. I’m the star of the club you could say. At least that’s what they say in the posters and flyers.” She said walking in stride with him. She could feel rain splashing her feet slightly as they walked the water logged sidewalks arm in arm.

“My! That is so wonderful! You must be an amazing singer, I know the magnolia is a very popular jazz club. I may have to come and listen sometime. I’ve been known to cut a rug~” he said looking down at her studying her face, putting it to memory.

“We would love to have you some time.” She said looking at him, “I’m on in an hour if you have nothing to do.”

He grinned wider, “my if I couldn’t say any better, are you asking me out Miss Kitty?”

Kitty let out a silvery airy laugh at his words. “Oh heavens no darling~ I was just offering since you are providing such a service to me and the club.” She really felt like she heard his voice before. “Say…Mr. Alastor, you wouldn’t happen to be the Alastor, the radio host?” She asked him

His grin sparkled and his eyes lit up at being recognized so suddenly. “Why yes my darling! Have you listened to my broadcasts?” He asked now intrigued.

“Oh yes! I catch it quite regularly. You are very entertaining.” She said smiling warmly

“Ah how kind of you my dear! Well if you insist I have time to spare today before my broadcast late tonight. I would love to hear you sing” he offered. What a charming young woman she was, and quite the stunner. He could feel the jealous glances of men in the street and it made him swell with pride.

“I would be delighted to treat you to a stiff drink as a thanks, as well.” She said patting his arm lightly.

He grinned down at her his eyes studying her, “well my darling that would be a treat! I appreciate the offer. I suppose I can take you up on that, it would be rude to leave such a gorgeous creature to drink alone.”

Kitty laughed again “you certainly have a way with words darling~ I’m sure you have women wrapped around your pinky.” She teased him.

He grinned wide eyes focused on her.

Before much longer they arrived at a stunning bright white building with golden filigree on the outside. The bright street lights sparkled down on the name “The Silver Magnolia” It was a bright beacon in the dreary twilight downpour.

Kitty opened the doors walking in with him out of the rain. She sighed taking her coat off and draping it over her arm. Her dress was a stunning off the shoulder number that hugged in all the right ways and showed off her beautiful creamy white bosom. She was wearing a glittering crystal necklace that sat around her collar bone, and her earrings matched perfectly. He couldn’t help but give her a cheeky look over.

“My you are just stunning, darling~” he said teasing her with that tone dripping with honey. He was certainly the charmer.

Kitty laughed softly “why aren’t you just the charmer~” she teased.

“Kitty cat!” A male voice called out. It was a large man behind the bar with striking features and slicked back blonde hair.

“Hey Mike!” She said waving towards him

Mike looked over curiously at Alastor. “Oh? Who’s this? It’s rare for you to bring anyone around.” He smirked.

“Oh this is Alastor, you know the famous radio host. Fate would have it he showed up with an umbrella to keep me out of the mess out there.” She said smiling at him.

“Wow a local celebrity! Well welcome Alastor!” He smiled warmly.

Alastor offered him a grin. His pride swelling in his chest as his ego was stroked by the bar tender. “It’s a pleasure to be in this lovely establishment~ and a treat to have walked Miss Kitty here on my arm.”

Kitty shook her head at him. He sure was a silver tongued talker. His words dripped with confidence. “Would you pour us a drink before I sound check?” She asked walking to the bar and having a seat.

“Oh I’d be honored!” Mike grinned, “two fingers of rye as always?” He asked her

“You know me so well~” she said leaning her chin on her elegant hand.

“And for you mister Alastor?” Mike asked looking at him.

He sat down next to Kitty on the stool, “I’ll have what the lady is having~”

Mike nodded and turned to pour two glasses of rye. He slid them to each of them respectively.

Kitty took the glass in her hand swirling the brown liquid in her cup admiring it before taking a sip. She closed her eyes sighing enjoying the burn in her throat. Ah what a feeling.

Alastor watched her curiously, before taking a sip himself. “Ah~ that is some deliciously high quality whiskey.” He grinned, “you certainly have great taste, Miss Kitty~”

She laughed, “I suppose I do.”

His eyes were transfixed on the diva. His eyes had a glint of danger in them, but she seemed to not notice as she finished her whiskey. His ears pricked as he heard the sound of the band suddenly tuning their instruments. The faint tickle of piano keys got his attention, he turned looking over his shoulder at the stage. The lights now up as a jazz band collecting in front of the dark green velvet curtains. He raised a brow in interest.

Kitty set her glass down, it now drained of its contents. “That’s my queue” she said sliding off her stool. Show time was soon.

Alastor watched her walk toward the stage looking in her element.

“My dear Kitty!” A boisterous voice called.

Kitty looked over at the stage. “Glen!” She smiled brightly. Alastor paid close attention to how everyone seemed to light up when seeing her. It seem she brought starlight to the room when she entered. He raised a brow, what a charming woman indeed. He grinned.

“Who’s that young man over there? Is he your new boyfriend?” Glen asked taking his cigar from his mouth, “you better treat my little Kitty with care young man!”

Kitty flushed “Glen! That is not it at all, Mr. Alastor was kind enough to sheild me with his umbrella from the weather.”

Glen laughed softly, “I was wondering. I’ve never seen you bring a man here before.”

Kitty rolled her eyes. They’re relationship almost seemed like father and daughter, but he was the manager of the club.

Alastor laughed at the comment “I would be too lucky to have such a lovely creature on my arm~” he said with that charming honey dipped tone.

Kitty looked at him with contempt in her eyes. Men! She thought. “Time for the show.” She said climbing the stairs onto the stage. Her demeanor changed. She commanded that stage with great grace and power. Alastor admired the way she went about talking with the band going over notes, and there was an air of pride about her. Interesting~

She did a few warm ups into the mic as they tested sound. The band played a few small snippets of a song to make sure everything was good to go. Before they knew it the house was packed. Alastor was sat at a side table close to the stage where he could study all the action there. Kitty looked marvelous up there, like she belonged in that lime light. Her beads sparkled like stars in the night sky, her skin glowed like moon light. She certainly was a stunning creature. He rested his chin on his hands studying her intensely.

Kitty grabbed the mic like she would a lover. Cradling it with her delicate fingers, caressing the sparkling brace tenderly. When she sang and the music swelled she commanded every eye in that room. She was powerful. Her husky, sultry tones filled the room. He smiled brightly enjoying her command of the stage. A very interesting woman indeed. His eyes narrowed with intrigue. It wasn’t every day you ran into a dame like this. What a fun game this could be~

The music was coming down as she came to her final song. Her skin was glistening like diamonds in the hot stage light, as sweat trickling down her skin. She was pouring her heart and soul into her performance and it had the room holding its breath.

The trumpets whined, and the trombones roared, the piano tinkled their ivory keys, the drums pounding and the sound of the bass were crescendoing in anticipation to lead her voice to explode into the room.

She cupped the mic tenderly her red lips so close to the mic, ghosting against it as if it was her lover. Alastor watched hungrily and his eyes flickered with danger. When her husky voice erupted into song he felt a sense of desire swell in his chest.

To be or not to be~

That is not the question!

I decided long ago to be!

With me, it’s what to be~

Now, make me some suggestions~

Good or baaad

Which is the best for me?

When you’re after fun and laughter, oh this aggravates you~

Some reformers say a warmer climate awaits you~

If it’s naughty to your lips~

Shake your shoulders and shake your hips~

Let a lady convince, oh I want to be bad~

If it’s naughty to vamp the men~

Sleep each morning til after 10~

Then the answer is yes, I want to be baaad~

The thing is being a good little goodie is all very well~

What can you do when you’re loaded with plenty of health and vigor~

When you’re learning what lips are for~

And it’s naughty to ask for more ~

Let a lady confess~

I

Want

To

Be

Baaaaaad~

Her song ended on that loud sultry high note. The band culled the music down until the room stilled to silence. The room exploded into thunderous applause and whistling. Kitty graciously took her bow as the curtains closed before her. She panted softly dabbing her face free of sweat with her handkerchief. She felt pride and the high of preforming buzzing in her body.

Alastor clapped so hard his hands hurt. She was so very stunning. Her voice commanded all attention in that room, it was thrilling. She looked like a goddess on that stage. Powerful and prideful. The way her lips grazed the microphone was so alluring. What a flirtatious and delicious creature she was. He couldn’t take his eyes from her.

Oh yes this little game of cat and mouse would be so fun~

He had a new fascination to occupy his time.

“Just lovely, darling~” he said watching her disappear behind the curtain.

His lips twisted into a wicked grin.

To be continued!

[mckinleyhq]

another week has come and gone !! thank you to everyone for your participation this week, i am so excited about how many of you posted as part of the weekly theme task fill and i love, love, love to see the dash moving every day !!

new members.

during our sixth week open, we gained a new member river, and we are already loving the way david karofsky is fitting into the dash with the rest of our ridiculous family of muses !!

weekly tasks & events.

this week was family week and the feedback for this one was mixed among the glee club members but as always mun participation was at a high with lots of glee assignments & task fills being posted throughout the week !!

our sixth weekly task & glee club assignment was posted, and family week was a huge success !! as always you can find all of the task fills for this week on the inspiration blog & on the discord server in the appropriate channels !!

we hosted another successful ask wednesday this week, thank you to everyone who participated !!

to close out the week, catrina clark hosted a party at her house to celebrate the girl's soccer team and their hopeful success this school year - the party was well attended (despite being an unofficial event) !!

important links.

mhqinspo › weekly edit tag

mhqinspo › family week performances tag

mhqinspo › weekly inspo blog round up

roleplay notices.

the new gossip blog is in the works and we're hoping to have it up and running by mid-week if all goes well - look out for some exciting new events and elements that we have planned for it !!

open starter round up

here are all the open starters that were posted during this week, feel free to check it out again and reply to any open starters with less notes - this will be a weekly practice !!

addison harris › had some tea to spill !!

adelaide devereaux › has big plans for the cheerios !!

alexandria devereaux › founded a spirit committee !!

kitty wilde › wasn't thrilled with the theme of the week !!

rachel berry › is taking it upon herself to 'mentor' other gleeks !!

sugar motta › was not above bribing someone for parent-teacher day !!

[brownie-gives-cats]

This just came across my dash, and I love the concept! I'd love a kitty :) Go wild! I might even draw mine if I get the chance :3

ooo I can't wait to see! Tumblr has so many great artists it's crazy out here. 16 - common Bubblechaser (he/him) is a white-and-blue rosetted tabby tom with dark green eyes. His fur is mostly white with some patches of dark grey with paler rosettes. A grey patch sits over the top of his head and over his eyes like a mask; another over his left shoulder and leg; the last over the base of his tail, trailing down the backs of his legs and covering some of his right flank. Dark grey makes shackles around both his hind paws. He is very long-limbed. He has a pair of scars over his left shoulder. His left ear is noticeably smaller than his right.

A flexible, nimble cat, Bubblechaser wins fights not by his own strength, but by wearing his opponents out. If ignored, he'll wreak chaos across the battlefield with quick blows to disrupt other's fights, and if a cat does try to fight him, he'll just lead them on a chase and refuse to engage. A playful cat whose attitude toes the line of recklessness, Bubblingchaser tries to make everything into a game or contest, even if it's just with himself. He likes to pretend he's ignorant and shallow when he's around cats outside his Clan, and thinks it's hilarious when they underestimate him.