#ebony felines

[felisglacialis-stuff]

The end of an Era

Yesterday morning, on the 27th of March 2024 my dear cat Neo passed away at an age of almost 17 years. He was the last of our Oriental cats and his passing marks the end of an era for me. Our first Oriental Longhair was Jayto, born November 27th 2003 who later got company of Nintu, a black Oriental Shorthair born August 26th 2006. Sadly, Jayto got sick and died at an age of only 3 years old, not long after Nintu came. Nintu needed another Oriental cat friend because our ‘regular’ cat Joey, who had been with us since early 1995, was not interested in Oriental cat style stickiness. And so Neo came;  a black Oriental Longhair born on May 9th 2007. Neo and Nintu have been best buddies for over 13 years. They played together, slept together and went on adventures together- including our family holidays. Their personalities were polar opposites and that made them such a good match.

When Nintu died on May 7th 2020 at an age of almost 14, Neo missed his buddy so much that we adopted Yuka, a red ‘regular’ cat. He gave Neo some proper distraction with his naughtiness - hence his nickname “Geboefte” , which means criminal in Dutch.

Neo was one of the loveliest, social and most easy going cats whom I’ve known. He was timid and careful but also the most talkative and intimate. Cuddles were almost always welcome and most led to roll and belly-rub session. He had the peculiar habit to do ‘stairs sticky’ as we called it: he stood on the first or 2nd floor while you had to stand a few steps lower on the stairs with your face was at his level and cuddle him.

We often gently joked about his funny look and mannerisms. He was exceptionally small (3.5 kg at max) for a tomcat, always had a bony butt, a pronounced sternum bone that stuck out and a lean but well filled ‘sack of organs’ along with a slightly kinked tail tip. Despite his small size, his paws were proportionally huge, which was not a desired trait for the breed - but I didn’t care; I love big paws. He had a very typical quiet, calm and elegant gait with small steps and an elevated head. Quite the opposite of Nintu’s big steps  and -always-in-a-rush- pace. Neo and the other Oriental cats have left us so many precious memories. These will always remain. 

Neo was also the last Feline with whom I had an intimate bond. Since I moved out of my parents’ house in 2012. I was not physically living with him anymore but I came back regularly and Neo was always there to be ‘sticky’ again. Until now. The next time I’m going back, he won’t be there anymore.

But his spirit stays

[foxsketch6543]

Ace (Warriors OC)

An OC that takes place in the canon universe, WHAT?!?!?! 😱😱

(Srry if my lineart is weird LOL)

So far, Ace is Scourge’s illegitamate daughter who was born after when her father died from the battle of Lionclan vs. Bloodclan during the book, ‘The Darkest Hour’. Her mother was named Diamond who was a kittypet who admired Scourge. (Their relationship is more like Tigerstar and Sasha)

In the canonical Warriors timeline, she would had been older than Leafpool and Squirrelflight, but is younger than Stormfur and Feathertail so she’s inbetween generations of some characters. And during TBC and ASC, she would had been an elder.

Ace was raised as a kittypet and was given the name, “Jet” and “Ink” when her first twolegs adopted her when she got older. Good thing was she didn’t have to end up like her father and lived a good life with loving siblings and lived peacefully, but still inherited his curious streak about the wild and wanted to feel like she belongs. Ace had only heard stories about her father through her feline neighbors and her mother growing up. Diamond told her that he was a brave alley cat who died too soon but they were both unaware that Scourge was a ruthless and coldhearted killer. And Ace idolized him even though she never met him which is a HUGE bullet dodge. (UGHH the AnGsT! 😩😭)

How she found out the truth behind Scourge was when she was a teenager by neighbor cats she grew up with who has feared her due to her comparisons with her father and had to tell her that he was a ruthless leader who ruled with an iron paw of his “clan”. So Ace swore that she doesn’t want to kill others for her personal gain. She wanted to feel like her life needs purpose and fulfillment and decided to go on adventures beyond her fence and became a wanderer to discover her destiny and doesn’t want to be compared to her late evil father. She kinda temporarily was in Skyclan and was friends with Leafstar, but later on left because clan life didn’t fit her.

Her littermates are named Spade and Clover, and Heart. Ace was inseparable with her sister Clover growing up and are the “Anti-Leafpool and Squirrelflight.” Clover later on in the future has her own family and Ace is an auntie for her kits. ^^

Once she becomes an elder, she becomes a kittypet and befriends another elderly kittypet that lives with her named Sunny whom was one of the cats she journeyed with in Skyclan and later falls for her and settled down and lived the rest of her life with her mate and current twolegs as a kittypet.

[seivsite]

KITTY’S CHARM.

includes: lyney x fem!reader. lyney knows reader but reader doesn’t know lyney, he’s a cat like the one in his hat, soft kisses, fluff, lyney is a flirt & a tease, not proofread — wc: 570

“Ah, hello there, kitty,” you whispered softly, your fingers gently caressing the small cat’s fur.

“What brings you out here all alone?”You picked up the cat, feeling it nuzzle against your knee with a gentle lean.

“Meow〜”

“Alright, little one, I’ll take you home. Just remember, no wreaking havoc on my couch,” you playfully cautioned, cradling the cat tenderly as you made your way back home.

Upon arriving home, the cat gracefully hopped out of your arms, already making itself at ease in its newfound surroundings.

“Why so restless, huh? You’re already at home,” you teased, watching the ebony feline’s paw gently tap at your pants.

As night fell, you embarked on your customary routine—slipping into comfortable pajamas and placing a glass of water on your bedside table. The dark cat followed suit, sauntering into your room and settling onto your bed, finding a cozy spot as you nestled in.

“Come here, kitty,” you coaxed, spreading your arms and the blanket invitingly. The cat nestled in close, its content purrs of delight filling the air as you held it close.

“Goodnight, kitty,” you murmured, bestowing a tender kiss upon its nose before surrendering to a tranquil slumber.

Nestling closer to the warmth beside you, you sleepily enveloped it with your arms.

To your astonishment, you realised an arm in your grasp, and tracing further down, your fingers met another hand. As your eyes shot open in shock, you were met with the sight of an ash-blond man in your bed.

“WHO ARE YOU, AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!” you exclaimed, launching a pillow at the man, who adeptly evaded it.

“I’m Kitty, or you can call me Lyney," he replied, his innocent smile attempting to defuse the situation.

“The magician? How and why were you a cat?!” you persisted, only to be silenced by his finger pressing gently against your lips.

“Well, Madam, it appears I accidentally imbibed a potion and found myself transformed into a cat. Thankfully, you stumbled upon me and came to my rescue. So, might I offer you anything in return for your kindness?” he inquired playfully, conjuring a rainbow rose in his hand and extending it towards you.

“I’m not… quite sure,” you mused, holding the rose delicately in your hand. Suddenly, you felt his finger gently lifting your chin.

“How about bestowing me with another kiss?” he teased, leaning closer to you.

A rosy hue tinted your cheeks as his enchanting smile held you captive.

“That kiss was meant for the kitty, not you,” you stammered, nervously pressing your lips together.

“Hmm, but I’m still the kitty in human form, aren’t I?” he persisted, his playful tone lingering in the air.

“Come on, just one little kiss,” he pleaded, his eyes sparkling.

“Not a chance.”

“Not even on the cheek?” he pouted, his playful charm impossible to resist.

“Ugh, fine,” you relented, your exasperation evident in a soft groan. You leaned in to plant a swift peck on what you believed to be his cheek, only to find him moving his head, causing your lips to meet his in a surprising twist.

“Thank you for the sweet kiss, my lady,” he whispered, a playful wink accompanying his words.

He chuckled softly as he watched your cheeks turn a delicate shade of red. Your endearing display of shyness only deepened his affection for you, making him fall even more head over heels.

NOTES. he’s very writeable, i keep thinking about cat noir whenever i write about him

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Twst with a Blood Mage reader

Warning: ...Blood and Violence? No shit?

• In this fic, I won't be specifically referring to the reader as Skarlet or any part of Skarlet's backstory. I'll only be using references of her skillset (Dagger Dance, Cell Siphon, Krimson Shield, etc.) and I'll also leave the reader's backstory as a powerful unknown mage with a forbidden type of magic.

• You have a very unique magic. A magic oh so powerful that everyone feared that it may turn you into a monster. But the thought of manipulating anyone and making them serve you never crossed your mind. You first discovered that you possess such type of magic is when you accidentally bit the inside of your cheek. The blood dripped down from your mouth to the floor. As you cried, the drops of blood levitated in the air, startling you. When the people around you took notice of this, they immediately cast you aside as a villain.

• ... That's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore.

• You didn't know what happened. That's that. You didn't know you blacked out, you didn't know how you got trapped inside a coffin, you didn't know why this... Blue furry thing on fire screaming at you to take off your robe that definitely wasn't there before. You shrugged its hostile behavior towards you since it doesn't sound like it wants to elaborate.

????: "Fnyagh! Just gimme your robe and I won't burn ya to a crisp, got it?!"

• I mean, look at this thing. Judging by its size and aura, it doesn't seem to be strong enough to knock you out, much less overpower you. The flaming feline is not pleased when you casually ignore him and just walk away like nothing happened. So it blew flames at you when you turn from him. You sharply turn to a corner to avoid the flames. You realize that you didn't have your dagger or anything sharp around you, so you ran.

????: "Fnyaaaah! Hey come back here!"

• Hmm, Courtyard... No sharp rocks or sticks, the whole place looks clean. Hmm, Library... Papercuts from papers? No, too small. Shit, a dead end... Should you just bite your fingers or bash your head against the wall? Nah, no time-

Grim: "Fnyahaha! Ya think ya can escape from the Great Grim's nose?! Now, take off your- FNYAGH!"

• You sighed, close your eyes, and just thought of letting him burn your skin off so that you can have access to your blood magic...... Huh, he's silent all of a sudden. You open your eyes to see a man wearing a crow mask and a top hat capturing the cat with a lash. The man scolded you after bickering with the tiny monster. He doesn't seem to pose a threat to you and you won't pose a threat to him.

• Whatever nonsense this man keeps blabbering about, it intrigues you. A college? Solely to train young mages? This loud-ass man is their headmaster? A horse drawn carriage of ebony took you here? As a student? ...Should you be glad that it's not a dungeon? Should you be annoyed and tell him that you're not supposed to be here? Either way, you quiet down and observe the commotion until your explanation is needed.

??????: "Where is the headmage?"

?????: "Maybe he had a stomachache and had to leave?"

Crowley, barging in: "NOT AT ALL!"

????: "Ah, there he is."

?????: "Whatever. Let's get this stupid ceremony over with."

• Crowley pushed in front of a mirror and a face glowed from it.

Dark Mirror: "State thy name."

BloodMage! Yuu: "...."

Crowley: "Psst! Say your real and full name!"

BloodMage! Yuu: "... But it's an object? I'm not sharing my name with an object, I'll look stupid."

Crowley: "Just say your name!"

BloodMage! Yuu: "Fine! It's BloodMage! Yuu..."

Dark Mirror: "BloodMage! Yuu... Thy color and shape of soul is..."

[cherryrainn]

Can u pls write for Charlie with a fem!child!reader that has the same curse as Kenny from South Park? Like, she dies, stays in hell for a few hours, or a day and then is back to being alive and fine until she dies again and the cycle repeats over and over again. Maybe the reader has black wings and a broken halo too? I just love the fallen angel trope lmao

i love this! i just know im gonna enjoy writing this lmao. thank you for the ask!

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— the curse within

charlie morningstar x female! child! reader with kennys curse (platonic)

in the bustling realm of hell, where lost souls wandered and demons roamed, stood a peculiar establishment known as the happy hotel. high above, among the towering structures, was a sanctuary run by the ambitious and compassionate princess of hell, charlie morningstar.

one fateful day, as charlie went about her duties, a mysterious presence stirred within the hotel. the doors swung open to reveal you, a young girl with ebony wings spread wide and a broken halo perched atop your head. your eyes held a mix of curiosity and weariness, as if you had seen more than your tender age should allow.

charlie's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with the fallen angel before her.

a bright smile lit up charlie's face as she spotted you.

"well, hello there! what brings you to the happy hotel?" she asked, her voice resonating with warmth and kindness.

you hesitated for a moment

but something about charlie's presence put you at ease

"i… i'm trapped in this never-ending cycle. i die, i come to hell or heaven, and then i'm alive again… only to die once more."

charlie's eyes widened in surprise, her expression filled with both concern and curiosity.

"i've never heard of this before... how long has this been happening to you?"

you shrugged, a sense of resignation weighing heavily upon your shoulders.

"i've lost track of time. it feels like an eternity."

charlie's compassionate nature took over as she reached out to you, offering a comforting gesture.

"you're not alone here, you know. maybe we can find a way to break this cycle together?"

you stared at charlie in disbelief, a flicker of hope igniting within your shattered heart.

could it be true? could there truly be a chance for escape from this never-ending nightmare?

as your journey with charlie progressed, you found yourself encountering the other members of the happy hotel, each with their own unique quirks and stories.

first, you met vaggie, charlie's loyal and fiery girlfriend.

vaggies fiery and piercing gaze matched her strong-willed personality. initially skeptical of your presence, she soon softened as she witnessed your struggle firsthand. vaggie became a protective figure, watching over you like a guardian, always ready to jump into action when danger loomed.

then there was angel dust, a sassy and flamboyant spider demon who dazzled with his extravagant outfits and sharp wit.

despite his rough exterior, angel dust possessed a hidden vulnerability that mirrored your own. he understood the pain of being trapped in cycles and offered a sympathetic ear whenever you needed to vent your frustrations.

next, you met the charming and enigmatic radio demon, alastor.

his refined demeanor and charismatic smile concealed a darker nature. alastor was fascinated by your curse, viewing it as a unique opportunity for entertainment. though cautious of his true intentions, you couldn't deny the intrigue he held, and you engaged in many thought-provoking conversations about the nature of your predicament.

additionally, there was husk, a grumpy and world-weary feline demon who served as the hotel's bartender.

husk had seen it all and had a devil-may-care attitude to match. despite his cynical outlook, he showed surprising empathy and became an unexpected source of comfort during your moments of despair.

last but not least, you encountered niffty, a hyperactive and obsessive-compulsive demon with an affinity for cleanliness.

niffty's vibrant personality and boundless energy brought a sense of lightness to the hotel.

one day, everyone was chilling in the lounge.

however, there was a noticeable absence among them — you, the young fallen angel with the cursed cycle of life and death.

charlie's brow furrowed with worry as she glanced around the room.

"has anyone seen y/n? it's been a while since we last saw her."

vaggie leaned against the armrest of the couch, concern etched on her face.

"she vanished again, remember? it's that cursed cycle of hers. she'll be back eventually... like always"

alastor leaned back in his chair, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

"ah, the unpredictability of y/n's curse. it's quite amusing, don't you think? never a dull moment."

angel dust twirled a lock of his hair, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"you know, i bet she's off causing mischief somewhere. probably enjoying her time on earth while we're stuck down here forever."

husk stayed silent.

niffty bounced up and down with excitement, her hands clasped together.

"maybe she found a new bakery or a cute little tea shop up there! i can't wait to hear about her adventures when she's back!"

despite the attempts to lighten the mood, charlie's worry remained evident. she fiddled with her bowtie, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"i know y/n disappears like all the time, but it still bothers me. she's been gone for a while now. what if she's being careful now? making sure she'll be there for a while?"

a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, causing papers to flutter and candles to flicker. the familiar sensation of magic tingled in the air, alerting everyone to a presence.

and just like that, you reappeared in the center of the lounge, your black wings outstretched and your broken halo slightly askew. the room fell silent as all eyes turned to you, a mixture of relief and curiosity washing over their faces.

angel dust smirked, his voice laced with teasing.

"looks like someone couldn't resist our charming company, huh? i wonder what your friends think.."

charlie's eyes widened with relief and worry. she rushed to your side, embracing you tightly.

"y/n! oh, thank lucifer you're back. i was so worried. how long were you gone this time?"

you smiled at her, the warmth of her presence soothing your soul. "i don't know, i got hit by a car though."

charlie's grip tightened, her voice filled with concern.

"i can't imagine what it's like for you, going through that over and over again. it must be... tough."

you nodded, your gaze meeting hers.

"it's definitely hard, but knowing i have a place to come back to makes it bearable."

charlie held your hand, her thumb gently caressing your knuckles.

[thedominickowo]

So! Uhm-, I'm curious

These questions are about the Joris Galesh Au:

How did Ush got to raise Joris? I mean, how did it went?

And, why do I feel that most of Joris' scars were Made by Ush in the au-? Some of them seem to be made by a feline's claws

And, last but not least: How does Joris get along with Kerubim and Atcham in this au?

Sorry if they are too many questions-, I just got interested in the Au wA-

thank you for asking me these questions, it will help me develop AU further (っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ

I'll warn you right away that I'm not so deeply immersed in a lore, so i don't know everything, I'm basing my AU only on the information that I know (so don't beat me for not knowing something please)

Kerubim dies fighting Julith for the first time, which is why the upbringing of Joris falls on the shoulders of his brother, Ush (in this AU, he is as close to Jahash as Kerubim himself, because he saved Bonta a lot of times). I do not know how fast ekaflips grow after death, like real cats or like people, but I think during those events when the ebony dofus was activated again, Kerubim was still too young to raise Joris after Jahash's death

2. About Joris' scars, yes, it was Ush. When, out of boredom during peacetime, Ush began to go crazy, Joris often fell under the hot hand. Prior to that, Joris also received minor scars from Ush, because he grew up a pugnacious child and often got into a fight with Ush himself to prove his strength

3. Kerubim is actually akin to a brother for Joris, because Ush, although not constantly, looked after Keke after his death. However, when Kerubim and Ush's relationship deteriorated over the years, Joris distanced himself from him. The situation with Atcham is difficult, because since there were no events of the film in this AU (more precisely, they developed differently due to the new amendments), Atcham remained an outcast brother. If Atcham managed to reconcile with Kerubim in the original, he would hardly have established a good relationship with Ush in this AU, because these two, as I can judge from their relationship, well, really don't like each other

p.s. I'm sorry for my english, I use a translator (╯︵╰,)

I hope I've answered your questions. If there are any new ones, do not hesitate to ask, I will be happy to answer (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[cerezzzita]

🌙 ˖ . ᵎᵎ nightime mooncakes ✦ 2Bayonetta x Fem!Reader

⌕ synopsis: “There's nothing like spending the night with your beloved Umbra Witch.”

notes: finally took time to work on this wip, a little bit more and it would create spider webs. hey! told you all that I would feed the Bayo fandom, and here I am! I'm happy with how that oneshot resulted good, my writing seems more smooth here. yet ummm, the ending to me it's kinda... meh. hope y'all enjoy it because GODDAMNIT THIS FANDOM NEEDS MORE FOOD MORE FANFICS AM I RIGHT?? oh, how could I forget? this plot was born thanks to this writing prompts list! it's just so good, maybe we'll have more of these with an certain lil red devil hohoho

✦ read on ao3

♡ word count: 628

♡ tags: fem!reader, 2nd pov (you/yours), only the sweetest of the sweet with that adorable sexy witch <3

ⓘ gif's not mine !!

So strongly bluish were the silk sheets that they easily merged with the glimpse of the night sky highlighted by the open window, the light scent of rosemary spread in the room's air made everything even more relaxing and welcoming. A smiling sigh left your lips as your body settled over the silky fabric that enveloped the soft mattress, such contact made every muscle soften and forget for a few seconds any stress you had at that day. 

Not far away, a fragrance of diamond lilies possessed the surroundings, overcoming the scent of rosemary with a hint of freshness as company. Your permanent smile widened, and lying on your side you had a wryly angelic vision of your dear Cereza emerging from the bathroom of your shared room, her short ebony hair being dried gracefully by a terry towel, her body adorned in an amethyst satin nightgown subtly reaching her thighs and the beautiful face without her infamous glasses. She was quick to capture your watchful gaze, cocking corner by corner of her lips a smile of movement so solemnly akin to a cat's dexterity.

“What do you admire so much, my little mooncake?” Cereza articulated the query in her smooth voice and intoxicating accent.

You chuckled through your nose, lying on your stomach, your legs crossed in the air.

“You, obviously.” your answer was steeped in amusement. The smile of your beloved Umbra Witch softened, along with her captivating quartz gray eyes. “Is there another beauty in this room other than you, Cerezita?”

The well-known Bayonetta walked towards you with gentle, feline steps, her long plump legs moving with politeness; she leaned over you and placed both hands on either side of your arms, the veil of avidity dressing every feature of her alluring face.

“I'm looking at her right now,” in a honeyed whisper, Cereza nuzzled the tip of her nose with yours, laughing softly and lovingly. Goosebumps formed trails all over your body in the company of a warm feeling in your inner being.

Embarrassed and without retort, you discreetly pulled your face away from hers, your hands running affectionately like silent snakes from the arms to the shoulders of the Umbra Witch; the mingled scent of rosemary and diamond lilies there on her satiny skin.

Cereza's throat rumbled something like a luscious, delectable purr, her slender body slowly snuggling up to yours. Within seconds, you were both entwined on the azure sheets, laying your head on the witch's ample breasts and circling your arms around her curvy waist. In return, Cereza looped her leg through yours and hugged your torso; breathing in the sweet smell of your hair, occasionally peppering your forehead with butterfly-light kisses.

“Hm…” you did, murmuring against her skin. “I wanna be big spoon this time.”

“But you're tiny,” she couldn't help the short laugh at the end of the sentence, her voice slightly muffled.

You lifted your head with your chin finding support on one of Cereza's soft breasts, your lips forming a ready pout.

“Just this once?”

The Umbra Witch's gray irises stared at your asking features. An ebony brow rising along the left corner of her rosy smile.

“That puppy dog ​​face of yours isn't going to work for me, mooncake,” Cereza pinched the bridge of your nose lightly between her fingers. You grumbled, smiling with warm cheeks.

Your face was guided by the witch's warm hand back to her bust, you closed your eyes and relaxed into the loving arms of your beloved one. For one last time that night, Cereza placed a permanent kiss on your forehead. The comfort of sleep lulled both of you, the most special memory before Morpheus relaxed your mind was a velvety whisper of "I love you" originated from your Cereza.

cerezzzita©, 2022 · all rights reserved ⓘ do not copy, edit, steal or claim as yours

[d-rxse]

Okay....this is like a brand new work and I may take this somewhere. It has witchy vibes, superstitions and romance. This is part 1!

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Part 1

I grimaced at the black cat perched on the stoop of my porch. The incessant creature giving me a blank, lazy stare like it hadn't spent the better part of the night wailing like a baby. I had even pondered whether the neighbour's newborn had colic-until I saw the cat.

As I was taught growing up, a wailing cat entailed bad luck. I suppose I had double the bad luck seeing as the cat was black. I assumed today would be the worst day of my life.

After what felt like an eternity long stare-down, the ebony creature jumped down, and like a fool I decided to follow it.

It slunk into the alley and turned down into Jubilee avenue. I frowned, running after the cat. It stopped in front of a bakery.

I watched as it purred outside, until a man opened the door. I never knew Bentley Hill had hidden treasures I thought to myself.

He was tall and had the prettiest silver eyes. I cleared my throat, walking up to the bakery. "Hey!" I called out, capturing the stranger's attention. He frowned looking around. "Yes, you," I grumbled, approaching him.

The black cat shuffled, looking almost nervous. "Your incessant, little creature here was wailing outside my house last night," I spoke, my gaze narrowed.

I had to crane my neck to look up at him. He was tall, probably around six foot three. He had this infuriating smirk on his face. I didn't know why I found it so infuriating.

He crossed his arms over his chest, mirth glittering in his silver eyes. His gaze flitted to the feline. "Sorry to break it to you darling but Blackie over here isn't mine."

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 12 - Black Cat (Fyodor Dostoevsky)

10/11/2023 - 10/12/2023

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Reader

Word Count: 487

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything, @it-happened-one-fic

Stroking the ebony fur of the feline, he flipped to the next page in the book he was currently reading. You catch the small tug of the corner of his lips, after reading something that piqued his amusement. The cat in question purred every so often, content with life.

The lights of the room were fairly dim, and from a certain angle, he looked as though a glow emanated from deep within him. That cello that he loved to play so leaned against its stand, almost forlorn by the lack of attention it received.

Putting down your bag on the table, you nestled into Fyodor's side, careful not to hurt the dozing cat. The book was one he had not read before, you could tell. And based on the words that you read alongside him, it was very psychological in nature.

"How was your day my love?" He asked, his baritone voice sending you into a similar state as your cat.

"It was just another turning of a cog in the wheel of life."

"Hmmm. Just another cog, you say?"

"Mhm." You snuggle closer to the man.

He allows you to do so, going so far as to stop stroking the cat's fur behind her ears and pulling you closer to him. You take a deep breath. It smells like home.

"Your darling kitten was rather excitable today." He tells you.

You run your fingers through his hair, combing out invisible tangles. "Was she?" You enjoyed this meaningless conversation. He could speak for hours and you'd listen to every word. You didn't have to understand, no. All that mattered was drowning in the endless abyss of him.

"I was setting her meal down for her when I noticed an interesting thing." You hummed, urging him to continue.

"She climbed to the kitchen island, where she peered around, as though someone could be watching her." Slyly, he sneaks a glance at you before moving his eyes back to his book (that you're sure he is not reading). You feel your throat start to go dry. "Then, she leapt out onto the window sill."

You looked intently at him. "That's it?" Finally placing a bookmark and closing his book, he turns to face you. His hair fell delicately around his face, and his eyes seemed to glow. Did he know?

"That would have been all if it were not for the wings on her back, which she promptly used to fly out the window."

You paled.

He definitely knew.

"I wonder..." You flinch, hearing his voice start again. "Since when do cats have wings?" Much like before, you could barely register the words his lips spilled, but unlike before, this time, you were doing so because you were panicking on the inside. And by the look of his smug face, you would not be let off the hook so easily.

"Fedya..."

"Yes darling?"

"Have you ever heard of familiars?"

Author's Note: Woo, I totally didn't make this so much shorter than I planned-

Putting that aside though, I went back to the 2nd person for this fic, and I gotta say, I'm getting more used to it. I've still got a lot of room for improvement, but I don't hate it.

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique: Panther Power

Somedays Kirishima wondered what sort of a past life did he live to be finding himself in situations like this. Now what's the context you might ask? Well look no further than the fact he was looking up at a massive panther woman standing outside his apartment door. A 7 to 12 foot plus statuesque stunner who was a full on sensual tower of power, her onyx ebony black fur highlighting muscles of such magnitude that she had to have been carved and sculpted right out of a mountain.

Her bright green cat eyes looking at him eagerly which left our sturdy hero nervously wondering if this is how canaries felt. Seeing those ears flutter and that tail wag as he took out his cellphone, seeing picture of what he'd been expecting his client to look like. A thicc and more than easy on the eyes exotic tomboy of a woman before looking back at the panther woman mountain who'd greeted him. This was definitely the address and he'd been told the matter he was here for was in regards to her quirk. Red eyes locked on the feline amazon as he finally found his voice.

Kirishima:"You uuh wouldn't happen to be Ms. Ellie would you?" *hoping he didn't sound too dumbfounded...and really hoping he wasn't pitching a tent. Women of many body shapes and sizes really turned him on, be they sexy shortstacks of statuesque stunners. Not to mention Ellie wasn't his first or the last furry sort of woman in his life, let alone feline. But I digress...*”You’re really different in your picture…”

Ellie:*her jade green eyes twinkling snd her ears fluttering as she gave a playful giggle. The fact her onyx furred muscular self was displayed thanks to her casual ensemble of a white thing and tube top didn’t help matters as she fished out and showed the same picture she’d emailed to the Fatgum Agency (see below).*”Oh You mean this? Yeah how and why I’m in my quirk form is the reason for that but that’s me alright and you must be the intern, come on in..” *The Panther woman playfully advised as she confirmed his query and brought him into her apartment. A sensual purr rumbling through her as she copped herself a stealth feel of Kirishima’s muscles and definitely liked what she was saw and felt that’s for damn sure.*

Ellie, American born Japanese Citizen, day job : salary woman, part time pro hero. Quirk: Kitty Hulk!! A transformstion quirk that can be activated at will, increasing her stamina, size, speed and strength with the natural abilities of a jungle cat on top of newfound muscle mass all in a feline package. This has seen rise up high within most rankings notto oe mention give her a sizeable fanbase. There is one particular aspect to this quirk of course that she has no control over…

Kirishima soon found himself in the living room of her apartment, usually a cozy and well furnished part of it, much moving around had been done to setup a sort of make-shift workout area. All manner of heavy dumbells, weight sets and training devices placed around as the sturdy himbo approved being a fitness enthusiast himself with a dedicated workout program routine all his own. Turning around to speak to the panther woman before he suddenly found his eyes bugging out and his jaw dropping and with good reason. The onxy furred feline stunner was stripping right then and there, her statuesque Amazon in form on full display in the nude as she stretched and flexed with the natural limber flexibility a cat possessed.

It made it impossible for chivalrous stud to look away and how could he when you had a giant panther woman suddenly warming up naked with a juicy bubbly furry booty and tits as big as her head? Among her other notable exotic physical qualities of course as those emerald jade green eyes looked at him with a gleaming twinkle of mischief. No doubt taking a little amusement at his awkwardness and picking up scents of the state of arousal she was causing within him from the moment he laid eyes on her at the door. Keeping his attention as she strutted with such feline grace that belied the size and thickness of her physique as she picked up a pair of dumbbells and began pumping iron.

Ellie:*a sensual blush and smile on her face as she performed her bicep curls, her reps making her muscles pump and flex in ways that called for him to touch them. Her slit gushing as it ran down along her thick fury thighs as they trailed down to start making a puddle on the floor, as if this sudden nude workout was akin to a wild female animal courting the attention of a virile male in mating season.* “See every once a while my body transforms against my will when my heat cycle kicks in, so I can’t change back until I’ve burnt off all my energy. So I need a nice, rough and hard fuck and you really came highly recommended. So what do you say handsome? Help a girl scratch her itch?”*The panther woman spoke ina sensual husky tone, licking her lips as her onyx furred Amazon form radiated erotic energy. Tail swaying sensually as she relished the feel of Kirishima’s eyes on her as his brain was no doubt flipping a few certain switches.*

Kirishima:*Now of course leave it to our Red Riot to be a bit on the speechless side and really who could blame him? After all a seven foot plus naked panther woman outright told him that she wanted him to fuck her. But of course it wasn't long before his libido kicked in and hijacked his brain to take control and let his instincts guide him, a determined expression forming on his face*"Ma'am yes ma'am!!"* Said with the convinction of a disciplined solider as he went forward towards the feline powerhouse as he knelt down, wrapping his arms around her powerful waist as he pressed his face to her slit.*

Ellie grinned as she found her hero for hire wasting no time in obliging her request to sate her heat induced lust, before she threw her back to let out a deep-throated purring moan. Sensual pleasure surging through her furred muscular work of art of a body as she felt him start eat her out, making out with her netherlips as his tongue probed away deep into her folds. His firm hands grasping and squeezing her meaty, bubbly asscheeks with massaging motions like he was kneading bread dough which really her spine tingle. All the while she continued her bicep curls as she pumped iron, making her tits bounce with a flex of her pecs as she looked forward to seeing how else the young intern might go about bringing her pleasure.

But of course it wasn't all take and no give on her part as she soon soon made her workout was part of her need to scratch her itch thanks to her favourite personal program recommended by the Pinnacle of Physique. A delightful little system they called Sexercise which Kirishima was more than intimately acquainted with of course, as the pair were soon both naked and pulling off quite a feat. A standing 69 as the spikey shark-teethed red-head held her upside down, her thick thighs squeezing as they wrapped around his head while he ate her out. While she herself was performing a deepthroating, powersuck blowjob, practically fucking her own face as she licked and sucked on his length and girth.

She couldn't help herself soon as Eijiro had gotten naked himself, the moment she laid eyes on that raging hard cock of his, she just knew she needed it bad. Her purring providing massaging vibrations to his shaft as her cat togue gave the most surreal sense of friction on that twitching, pulsing meat of his. The only drive besides the need to taste his seed being the primal urge to have him take this womb hammer and fuck her with the intent to breed. Going into heat seriously did a number on her rationality when it came to her libido but she wasn't the first animalistic heteromorph or the last to have that particular issue of course.

But I digress of course, as the sturdy himbo continued to lap away at Ellie’s oussy, drinking up the steady flow of her nectar. Hips pumping and thrusting into her eager mouth as she welcomed the delightful oral preview of what kind of action her pussy would be getting, her tail wagging sensually with delight as her more primitive portions of her brain came to recognise this stud as a more than capable and worthy alpha male. His heavy balls being massaged In her paw padded hands as she purred feeling the healthy load of baby batter contained within. Her womb practically pulsing with the need to have it flooded and filled with buns to cook in its warm oven.

A need that was soon being tended to as Ellie’s living room was now filled with the rhythm and music of the ancient dance between man and woman. The walls and ceiling filled with her yowling cries of sexual ecstasy and bliss mixed with the slapping of Herculean skin on furry Amazon skin as as the kitty hulk laid in the floor taking it like an erotic champion. Tits bouncing and clapping as her oh so obliging hero pumped and thrust away, hips nearly blurring as he flexed his muscles, massaging Ellie’s splendid furry washboard abs. Her claws gripping the floor as her stomach swelled from the distinct of pump of his jackhammering length and girth as he fucked her in missionary, before she found him hooking her powerful legs over his shoulders as he shifted a spread eagle to deepen he reach of his penetration.

Oh how she loved it, every single second of each inch of his shaft pounding away into the warm, wet embrace of her pussy, as his balls smacked and slapped her ass. Tongue dancing with his in a sloppy kiss as her Herculean fuck machine pinned her down in a mating press, asserting his dominance like the alpha male she just knew he would be. Her arousal only skyrocketing as she found herself hoisted up in a full nelson position that had her facing him, her tits pressed and rubbing up against his firm, strong chest as they made with a thirsty desire. Orgasms rocking her ebony furred frame as her Red Root alpha male carried her to her bedroom wherein they proceeded to really lay into each other with pornographic abandon.

Whether it was up against the walls or the window or just proceeding to utterly demolish the bed, they were relentless. The kitty hulk powerhouse getting more orgasms than could be counted in contrast with the few but splendid moments when he had his own, displaying his stamina and willpower, to say nothing of how long he was lasting before he applied his 1% boost trick from his quirk. And he damn well wasn’t shy about displaying his admiration for her body, her physique a muscular work of art enhanced by the animal magnetism, literally and figuratively enhanced by her quirks particularly natural charisma. His firm hands caressing and massaging her fur and muscles as if feeling the texture of a classical sculpture.

it only made the experience of their “workout” all the more a thrilling sensation, whether it was riding him cowgirl style, or grasping and biting the bedsheets with her fangs and claws as he took her doggy or rather kitty style. Hearts flowing in her Jade feline eyes especially when her womb received a flood of that white hot cream of his, her brain running wild with fantasies of having a belly full of kittens to bare for this erotic Adonis. Seconds into minutes which passed into hours as the time passed away into their sexual marathon, only pausing to recover and bask in the afterglow as they made out and engaged in some intimate heavy petting. Soon as they were ready to go again, it was with a primal abandon as they mated in ways that would make Mother Nature blush.

Even long after the sun had set and Ellie had returned to her human form, she and Kirishima were still going at it. The thicc dark skinned hottie bouncing on that juice soaked fuckrod as she and her alpha male came tougher in one sweet, simultaneous climax, collapsing on what remained of her bed in a tangle of limbs, still connected by their loins as the afterglow took them to the sweet embrace of sleep. Kirishima feeling an achievement of satisfaction at a job well done while Ellie had sweet, hot and spicy dreams of her alpha male, as the two parted ways in the morning. That is after a nice little quickie in the shower of course and exchanging contact details as the kitty hulk didn’t definitely want this to be a one off, one time deal.

Kirishima of course continued on about his heroics business of course, as well as knowing he would have quite the details to share with Mina and and Maya later on. Ellie of course would send a very high praise filled review to the Fatgum agency for sending her such a skilled and dedicated intern…..as well as private exchange of messages to Kirishima’s aforementioned pair of girlfriends for their personal recommendation of their man and his sexual prowess. Letting them know he more than exceeded expectations and that she was looking forward to their next encounter in the near future Especislly when her next heat cycle happened. As well as reassure them that she woild send them copies of the hidden videos she had of her little sexercise session with their man, after all a was a deal and those two just LOVED to see their man be the stud he can be, how sweet it is……

[nvrcmplt]

👀 - this but it’s Lilu out of his human form

Shedding human guise was not meant to be a pleasurable thing to most demons, but when you've had the same flesh worn over the true self for so many eons as he had, it was a feeling of relief. As flayed stretches of flesh peeled away from his spinal cord in lengthy ribbons, how his ribs thickened in width, protruding his muscular layers and creaking with terrifying cracks of adjustment. Hair fell in clumps, heavy with scalp flesh as rivets of blood caressed his being head to toe. It was a sight that the storytellers could rarely master in their limited words back in the day… the art maybe a little more closer to what he was, ad shoulders thickened and broadened with his arm length growing with distortion.

Tail whipped at his own flesh toned legs, removing chunk after chunk with its razor shape edge and peeling aside the cage that no longer needed to be worn. After all, his toes spread, scratching claws into the tiled floor with a groan of ages. Skull cracks, elongates with horns twisting a cruel displays of bone manipulation. Twin sets of two, from forehead and just behind the ear… Adorned with new strands of the inky black strands that seemed more like oil and tar burning his flesh.

As his spine curved at the upper back, his wings protruded in their leathery glory - reaching out with thin membrane digits, cupping the very air as his jaws stretched and stretched and stretched - releasing teeth of the human set with rain as it's sister. A delightful sound as his gums instead refilled with horror. Close to that of a flesh-eating fish, with a hidden twist of throat monster that resembles that of a leech… As wings adjust, twisting their first joint to the floor to rest heavily, his limbs cracked, twisted and reformed to allow his new formed feet rest upon the scalding earth. Furless yet evidently feline-eques, a long ankle piece that curved in bone heel, matched his taloned toes of three. Almost a sphinx cat if one was to google search.

"Well, I guess I can't have a moments peace, hm?" Twisting neck without body, he cared not for breaking the connection of spine and crown, in fact it only allowed him to stretch those muscles a bit more too with a shudder of delight. Tail end whipping the earth - sparking a flame the raced up his spine in a sudden blur and settled between his horns in a small yet delightful dance of halo'd flame. His little Princely crown ~ It highlighted the ebony flesh that covered him instead now, bloody and gore covered but soon enough that was removed in a flash flame that devoured him head to toe, removing all forms of human-flesh suit from his being and allowing himself to prowl towards his beloved little human.

Arms of four, twisting from beneath his wings, breasts of ample size cherished in a fur line boob tube almost like fashion, as another set of pectorals where beneath those, leading onto toned abs and fur that covered the groin, just enough to tease between the legs… Dangling and shameless, evident to have all pleasures of the night at their beck and call. Lilu, hummed in amusement though, adjusting head with palms and reaching out with the more feminine of his hands to smooth over Nezumi's cheek and tenderly press his hair aside from ear to lean in with a scaling lick to his earlobe. "What a naughty peeper." Amused, blackened lips a touch lighter than his own flesh that allowed him to blend in with the night and dreams that he loved so much to taint ~

He sighed in blissed, tasting the raw need of Nezumi's want to become what he was, something darker and freer than any mortal - and yet, Lilu would never give it. It would be a shame to loose just a delightful meal after all ~ "Well, come now, sweet thing. Show me your devotion ~ " A swipe at the back of his humans knees and set of more masc hands upon his shoulders to make him take place - front and center, Lilu's fingers tease his hair roots yet again as he licked at his own lips with a tongue of wispy flame. "I do have guests coming soon, so help me relax, darling ~ It's so tiring playing host."

[vilewile]

Today's random hc:

Halt once saved a stray black cat from the streets. He named it according to the unflinching rules of arithmetic:

Feline + Ebony = Felony

[ask-a-w]

Baby Smooth

For Aeon Week Days 2 & 3 - Family & Domestic Life

Summary: Leon & Ada try to figure out what's bothering their son. A continuation of this fic.

AO3

FF.net

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Leon's car drove up into the garage and he thumbed a switch on the fob, closing the garage door behind him. He turned off the engine and stepped out of his Cadillac, sighing after a long day at bootcamp with the new trainees. At least he was officially off the field now and was able to come home daily, even though it was past sunset. The days of running away from biohazards were put behind him. 

“Ada, I'm home,” Leon called out as he stepped into the house and slipped off his shoes at the entrance. “How's Arthur been?”

A black cat leapt off a nearby cabinet and onto Leon’s shoulder, giving him a pleasant surprise. “It’s nice to see you too, Ebony,” he petted the young feline and placed her onto the floor where she scampered away. 

Ada was seated on the sofa, watching her son play in his playpen when Leon came home. She rose and beamed a smile at her husband as he got pounced on by Ebony. “Welcome back, handsome. Arthur's been a happy boy.”

Their one year old perked up at the sight of his father and waved his stuffed lion at him. “Daddy!” 

“Hi Arthur,” Leon gave his son a warm grin, seeing his family at the end of the day always lifted his spirits. He walked over to them and knelt down to gently pat the little boy’s head. “Let me wash up first and I will come play with you.”

Leon leaned over to give his wife a quick kiss and Ada lightly squeezed his arm when he pulled away, “I'll heat up some food for you in the meantime.” 

As the blonde entered the bedroom, a ginger cat trotted in, rubbing Leon’s legs in greeting. “Hey, Cobalt.” He reached down to give his pet some scritches on its chin and the feline purred loudly in response before jumping up on the bed, curling up on the blanket to wash his paws. 

Leon swiftly undressed, throwing his clothes in the laundry hamper, and got in the bathroom for a quick, hot shower. He felt pretty sweaty and grimey after demonstrating fighting techniques to his recruits. It felt good to get himself nice and squeaky clean again.

Meanwhile, Ada affectionately ruffled Arthur’s blonde hair and kissed his forehead. “You can keep playing. Mommy and Daddy will be back soon.” She grabbed the baby monitor and headed into the kitchen. 

Arthur merely cooed in response and waddled over to his toys that made animal sounds, entertaining himself while he waited for his parents. His favourite was the cat as it reminded him of Cobalt and Ebony who frequently rested in the playpen with him. He pressed the button in the middle of the cat’s tummy and it let out a ‘meow’. Arthur laughed and proceeded to press the rest of the animals in rapid succession, the cacophony of creature noises filled the room soon after.

Ada’s smile could only grow wider as she observed her son through the monitor. The child-like wonder he possessed as he discovered new things everyday through his bright brown eyes made her see things from a whole new perspective. Oftentimes, she found herself just watching her son experience the world on his own terms. 

Upstairs, Leon turned off the water and dried himself off with a towel before returning to the bedroom. That was when he noticed Ebony and Cobalt cuddling and grooming each other on the bed. He was glad both cats got along. The blonde put on some fresh clothes and headed back into the living room. Seeing Arthur playing alone, Leon went over to his son and picked him up. Little Arthur let out a small giggle as he grabbed his father’s shirt. 

“Hey buddy,” Leon cooed. He sniffed Arthur's soft baby hair, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and nuzzled him. However, instead of the usual laughter, Arthur let out a small whine of discomfort. 

“Huh, what is it?” Leon looked at Arthur's face and saw that his son was frowning uncomfortably. How was it that he could look so adorable and sad at the same time? 

“Oh, are you hungry?” He asked, glancing at the clock on the mantle and remembering the feeding schedule that Ada had set up. Arthur would have been fed an hour ago and shouldn’t be hungry so soon… 

The blonde also sniffed the air. “I don't think you need a diaper change... What's wrong huh?” Leon brought his son close to nuzzle him again, but when his face touched Arthur's cheek, the baby shrieked even louder. “Whoa, what's gotten into you?” 

“Everything okay in there?” Ada called out from the kitchen where she was stirring a pot of pasta on the stove. She was listening to Leon talk to Arthur on the baby monitor when she heard her son whimper.

Arthur stuck his little hands out and pressed it against his father's chin. “No!” The little boy cried out.

Leon felt a pang in his heart as his son rejected him, surprised by how forceful his small hands were. “I don't know, Arthur doesn't like me all of a sudden…”

“No, no, no!” Little Arthur repeated and slapped his tiny palms against Leon's skin.

“Alright alright, I'll give you to Mama,” Leon patted Arthur’s back soothingly and headed into the kitchen to hand their son to his wife. “He was fine just a minute ago when I picked him up.”

Ada raised an eyebrow as she took Arthur into her arms and she gestured to her husband to look after the pasta on the stove.

“That's odd. Do you remember what you were doing when he cried out? I'm carrying him just fine.” She rubbed her son’s back and kissed his cheek to comfort him. Arthur was bracing himself for discomfort again but relaxed when his mother's smooth skin brushed up against his.

Leon sighed and went to tend to the stove, giving the pasta a few more stirs. “I was just nuzzling him. I've done that plenty of times before.” He looked over to his wife and son and was glad to see Arthur feeling better, yet still disappointed in himself that he made his baby cry.

Ada glanced at her husband and felt his sadness. She would do anything to make things right. It was then she noticed the five o'clock shadow on his face. “I see why he cried when you nuzzled him…” She reached out and fingered his stubble. “He probably found this rough and wasn’t comfortable with it.”

A small smirk appeared on her lips and she kissed his cheek. “I still find you ruggedly good looking though.”

Leon blinked when his spouse stroked his jawline, and he realised his face was covered in short, stiff hair. “Oh. Ohh…” He rubbed his chin and felt how coarse it was, like sandpaper. “I'm sorry Arthur. I guess I forgot to shave.” 

Arthur was fast asleep this morning and did not stir after Leon gave him a goodbye kiss on the temple when he left for work. Leon could not have known then. 

The blonde gently stroked Arthur's hair, which the little boy did appreciate. “I'll go remove it right now, while my face's still a little damp.” Leon went back upstairs once more. 

Ada turned off the fire on the stove and placed the lid on so Cobalt won't mess with it. With her son in her arms, she followed Leon all the way to the bedroom, knowing how much he wanted to nuzzle Arthur after he got done shaving.

Leon was already in the bathroom, gliding the razor over his cheeks and jawline until his face was nice and smooth. Their little boy watched with curiosity as the tiny hairs on his daddy's face disappeared.

He cleaned the razor, wiped down the sink, and towel dried his face before turning to see his beautiful Ada with their cherubic Arthur.

“Ok, let's try this again,” Leon said as he leaned over to his son. He gently pressed his cheek against Arthur's, and their baby chuckled happily that papa’s face was now nice and smooth. “There now, all better isn’t it?”

Arthur kept giggling and his tiny fingers reached out to touch Leon's strong jawline. “Here, you can hold him to your heart's content,” Ada said and handed their son into her husband's loving arms before heading downstairs to finish prepping Leon’s dinner.

“Hey Arthur…” Leon whispered as he nuzzled his son without protest. Arthur gurgled happily at his father, rubbing his chubby cheek back against him. Leon responded by bouncing him lightly in his arms and the sound of happy coos filled the bathroom. Cobalt let out a little chirp followed by Ebony who mewed at them and Leon brought his son to their cats, sharing their joy with the creatures.  

“Food's ready, lao gong,” Ada called out after she was done ladling the pasta into one bowl since she already had her dinner. Leon had insisted that she eat first as training could end at unpredictable hours. They could still spend time at the dining table while he ate. 

“We'll be right down, lao po.” Leon replied and carried his son down to the kitchen, placing him down in the high chair by the dining table. “It smells good, dear. I could really go for a hearty meal after all the training today.”

Ada laid out glasses of water and took a seat beside her husband, feeling pleased when he complimented her cooking. 

Being a stay-at-home mother still took some getting used to since she did not trust anyone else to care for their son, given their very colourful past and enemies could still be lurking in the shadows. But seeing Arthur’s face light up at her every time she entered the room made her choice worth it. Leon agreed with her decision too. They wouldn’t trade his safety for anything.

[engelfeather]

Fangs and Fur: chapter 12

Angel's smile dropped hearing the feminine voice cut him off. His tail flicked nervously, as he straightened himself, brushing some of the dust from his clothes and giving Xavier a sign to hide.

With Xavier securely hidden in his fur, he turned around. There stood three figures before him, with two men standing beside each side of a woman who stood in the middle. The man on the right had black fur with faint markings swirling in the sea of darkness, that covered his body. With his arms behind his back, Xavier only now noticed that his right arm was replaced with a prosthetic, with scars marking his other arm and a long one running through his lips. His piercing green eyes reminded that of a venomous snake, however the large pointy ears and long tail showcased that this creature had mostly feline attributes. Looking upwards into the man's piercing green eyes, he saw his pupils dilating at the sight of Angel. His mouth contorted into a disgusted sneer, as he glanced at the tall man on the left. His tall stature dwarfed Angels own height, with six pupiless eyes staring at him with distaste. Six arms sprouted from his body, which were crossed, on his hips and behind back. His light blue skin glistened slightly in the light, with his purely white hair swaying slightly in the wind. His bug-like mouth pinchers slowly gnawed the air around it, awaiting for Angel to be chewed out by the woman in the middle. Her black eyes, as dark as ebony, glared at Angel. The only light in them being her golden pupils, that were formed into slits. Her round cat ears twitched in annoyance, with her frown showcasing clear disappointment. Similar to the man on the right, she had dark fur, as if they were related, however unlike him, her fur was more grey, with dark tabby patterns marking her body and hair, with only her arms and feet carrying a similar black to the man. Her long fluffy cat tail that swished around, aggravated.

”Why hello there, Frostshine, Felix and.. Sol.“ Angel said, smiling at them, yet Xavier still noticed a hint of nervousness in his voice. The woman, named Sol, merely let out a hiss, asking again ”Angel. What the hell did you think when you did that! You know unauthorized citizens can't go around fighting them.“ Angels eyes darted to the ground in an apologetic manner, right as he regained his composure and looked back up, speaking up ”I was just trying to protect a kid! Is that so bad?“ Now the tall man, Frostshine, on the right spoke up, pulling out a small book, flicking through the pages ”Well, it doesn't matter if you thought it was okay to break the rules for your little hero mission.“ he said in a cool, mocking tone, ”Here, according to page 42, paragraph 3 it clearly states that it is prohibited for someone like you to interact with those creatures. Your only job is to get away and let us handle them.“ Angel pouted, rolled his eyes, then looked at the man with disdain. Flicking his wrist in a dismissive manner, he snapped back ”Oh please, you just flicked to a random page, stated some random numbers and words to sound more sophisticated.“ The bug-like man smirked ever so slightly, he shook his head and put the small book away, as he replied ”If it gets our point across better, I see no reason not to trick your little head. The rule still exists and you blatantly ignored it!“ Angel quickly came to his defense ”It's not even that bad! I protected someone and.. and I even did your job, how is it wrong of me to break the rules this one time.“

He turned his head to look at Sol, who pinched her temple, clearly annoyed. ”Angel, do you see the destruction that you caused?” She said, pointing to the destroyed area, ”What's the point in helping someone if in the end more destruction is caused.“ Angel crossed his arms, averting her gaze, as he mumbled ”Well, if you don't like me doing your job, maybe you shouldve come earlier..“ This only seemed to anger the woman, causing Angel to flinch in response.

”What did you just say.“ She let out a low growl approaching Angel, who tensed up, with Xavier trying to use Angels fur as a cover, ”We work very hard to make sure that this city is safe, unlike you. You don't even do anything important other than saying some nonsensical words on a stage. So don't you dare disrespect us to being some kind of lazy group of people who sit and loaf around! It's not our fault that another one of them burst out in another part of the city. We tried to arrive here as fast as possible, though you decided to pull this.. this "heroic" stunt, giving us more work now!“ Frostshines voice piped in, with that same condescending smile returning ”Seems like someone forgot their past training, but that doesn't surprise me coming from someone like you..“ Sol turned her head to face him, giving him a glance to shut it, as she looked back at Angel. Seeing his missing arm, she sighed, furrowing her brow ”...just get out of our sight and go get yourself fixed up.“

Angel hastily nodded and turned around to leave, as Sol grabbed him by his sleeve. With a sudden shift in tone, she spoke in a way that could only be described as a whisper ”Wait, if you're already going, you're taking them with you.. at least then you'll do something actually useful.. I'm letting you off with a warning, just... sigh.. just don't pull another stunt like this again. I don't want you to get yourself in more trouble.“ With that, she turned away and walked towards the crater, ignoring the flames that were desperately trying to engulf her.

As Angel watched her, he failed to notice that the man on the right, presumably Felix, approached him. His eyes were filled with pure hate, as he let out a cold sneer ”What a wonderful.. destructive.. stunt you just pulled! Oh how lovely it is to see your rotten face again..“ He said in a mocking tone, his pupils dilated into slits, ”No wonder you never completed your training, even now after all this time. Seems like old habits grow old Angel.. you really haven't changed one bit. Tsk, not like any of your feral kind has. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have to deal with all of this bullshit.“ His tail flicked around, as he circled him, with Angel merely accepting the crude words spoken about him. Felix continued, clenching his fist ”If I had the choice, I would've sent all of you back to the sewers where your filthy kind belongs. That your ilk even has the guts to live here.. urgh.. the only thing you contribute is disturbing the peace that was once held here.“ Angel furrowed his brows, yet didn't reply, glancing over to Sol who was returning, as he whispered back to him ”Do you want your sister to know what you think of her and her 'kind'..“ Felix growled at him, looking at him as if he were to pounce at him at any minute. ”She doesn't count.. she's different.“ He managed to spit back, before returning to his previous place, staring daggers into Angel and whispered about something with the other man.

As Sol returned, Xavier, who was mostly confused and partially appalled by whatever that conversation just now was, noticed that she was carrying the tiny person that he previously saw. Seeing how the tiny, soaked, person was shivering tremendously and coughing up a storm, he concluded that Angel was supposed to take them to a hospital as well.. or whatever form of hospital existed here. The poor guy was coughing so hard that the same black liquid, that leaked from Angels arm, exited its mouth. He hoped that Angel wouldn't use this opportunity to abuse the person's weakened state for his own twisted desires. However when he glanced up, he noted that Angel seemed to be observing the tiny man with genuine caution and care, with his hand cupped to hold them properly.

[ At least they wouldn't be subject to Angels torment. ]

With the shaking person safely secured in Angels hands, Sol turned away, turning her head, speaking up to get her point across, again ”Next time.. just let us handle them. There is no reason for you to get into more trouble, than you already are. Good day, son.“ She turned her head back around, flicking her large tail slightly as a way to say goodbye.

Upon her departure, Xavier fought his way out of Angels fur. His mind was swirling with a ton of questions, making his head all dizzy. However, not only did he have a ton of questions, but to hear that the woman was apparently Angels mom was a bomb shell he didn't think would drop, especially with how tense Angel was the whole conversation. Including the fact that Angel barely bit back with his, usually, sharp tongue, as if he were some kind of caged criminal that were held at the stake; utterly helpless, with people throwing tomatoes at him.

Despite Xavier trying not to feel any sympathy for him, having heard Angel being belittled and mocked for who he was, or better, for what 'kind' he belonged to, made him feel genuinely bad, even if Xavier himself didn't like Angel, nor his actions. After all, it wasn't his species that made Xavier despise his guts.

”Let's go, Xavier..“ Angel whispered softly, gently caressing the back of the tiny, coughing, person. His eyes were focused on the ground, as he slumbered along, making sure to keep the sick person in his hands away from Xavier, not that he ended up attacking him for his warm blood. To prevent this, he made sure the little fella was warm enough, by covering their body with one hand and gently blowing hot breath on them to keep them from shaking.

Bringing them so close to his mouth, he felt Xavier flinched, raising an eyebrow, he looked down, asking him ”What is it? ...you don't actually think I'd cannibalise on my own people.“ Xavier hesitated to say anything, however quickly waved with his hands ”No no, of course...not.“ he chuckled nervously, seeing Angel observe him quietly, as if to see if he was lying, ”Uhm.. don't worry.. that being said, I have... A ton of questions, I hope you understand... Sir..?“ he smiled awkwardly, hoping that would soothe any on coming anger coming from Angel, however he merely looked away, giving a small nod in agreement. Xavier was unsure if he should continue, yet at the same time, he didn't want to be left in the dark. Carefully he started ”So... About those mons–“ pretty quickly he was cut off, by a now aggravated Angel. ”They're.. we aren't monsters! Stop calling us that.“ he clenched his fists, ”It's not our fault we turn into them, do you really think we want to be one of those creatures of destruction!?“ He growled at him, however Angels response made Xavier widen his eyes, careless about Angels reaction. ”You.. turn into them?“ he uttered under his breath. Angel closed his eyes and turned his head in shame ”..yes. we do, who do you think I'm carrying right now?“ Xavier swallowed, remembering how it tore apart a person's body, devouring their flesh, as he expressed the words that were in both of their minds ”... you're carrying the Mon-.. the creature.“

Angel nodded, trying to ignore the fact that the human almost referred to his people as monsters again. He took a moment, not responding right away, with his shoulders slumped and his tail dragging on the ground in an upset manner. He didn't like revealing such information, lest Xavier view him as much more of a threat than he already was. With that in mind, he tried to explain their situation further, to prevent any unnecessary confusion ”Not all of us can turn into them, rather, only one of the two groups, that divide us, can. . .“ His voice sounded tired, as his eyes wandered of into the distance. Noticing Angels change of tone, he glanced back down at the seemingly sick individual, out of pity.

Despite knowing this tiny creature was the cause of so much destruction, his head couldn't, or rather, didn't want to accept that fact. After all nothing so helpless.. so sick, could ever do so much harm, right? Then again even his own, practically unimportant, kind, that existed in the vast landscape of space, was capable of destroying complete cities in a blink of an eye. With his attention being focused back on the tiny 'monster' in Angels hand, he noticed that the tiny creatures coughing had seemingly gotten worse, with its blood continuing to trickle on to Angels hand. He wondered if perhaps this sickness was the reason for the transformation into such gruesome beast of destruction. ”They.. turned into one and they seem.. sick.“ he nervously said, looking back up at Angel, who continued to stare at some invisible dot in the distance, “Do only sick people ..of that particular group turn“ Angel let out a small chuckle, as if he found his words amusing, shaking his head ”No, though it would certainly make life easier. In fact, that's the state we go into when we get sick.. which happens after someone turns back into their normal selves. It's like.. an energy reserve and If anything.. no one knows if someone would transform into one.. it can happen to anyone at any moment.. “ The more Angel rambled on, the more his voice fell back into a monotone tone. His shoulder slumped down, which caused him to almost drop the supposed monster in his hands.

Xavier listened to Angel quietly, making sure to grasp his words fully. His mind was barely able to comprehend the last several weeks he was in this strange world, let alone grapple with the destruction of his home. A part of him felt horrible, somewhat disappointed in him for asking, seemingly, unimportant questions. If anything, he should just try to find a way to escape and forget about this hell hole he was trapped in. Yet his human nature, his curiosity, seemed to be careless about that.. or perhaps, it was merely a way for him to get his mind off of everything that had happened.How strange human nature is.

Focusing back on reality, he realised that Angel seemed to be waiting for more questions, seemingly afraid he might view them all as a threat. Perhaps the sheer size difference and the latest aggressive encounter seemed indifferent to him, though he'd use this opportunity regardless to learn and understand more, perhaps even give some advice ”I.. I mean, if those people are truly such a threat.. cant those who turn be kept away somewhere, for the safety of others..?“

However is idea seemed to only enrage the giant ”What the fuck Xavier!..“ he burst out, yet quickly quieted down, noticing people staring in confusion at him, ”... Don't you ever say that again, got that? You're acting as if all of us are constantly stomping around a city to destroy it..! You.. you know nothing you pathetic weasel. Do you think my people want to cause such destruction! Of course not. We just want to live normal lives as well..! Heck, most of us don't ever turn anyway! It's.. it's not our fault.. we aren't monsters... we're also people... just.. shut- shut up okay!“ his voice was shaky, breaking in the end. Xavier was staring at him with eyes just as open as his. Clutching his fur and trying not to scream out in fear. He felt the giants rapid breath wash over him, making his eyes tear up.Whilst Xavier wasn't new to Angels sudden outbursts, this time, he noticed how Angel seemed to plead with him, as if to convince not only him, but himself that they truly weren't the threat they were made out to be.

Angel bit his lip, seeing Xavier's fearful reaction. He didn't want to lash out in public, especially not after what happened earlier. He knew that people were staring at him judgmentally.. he knew they didn't want him here, which only fueled his building anger. Stopping in his tracks, he took a deep breath and looked down at the ill person. Seeing how miserable they were, he glanced down to his pocket where he kept his sweet sweet medication and couldn't help but smile slightly, calming him down. He knew he'd take some later, just in case

[ At least I won't be turning anytime soon. ]

After Angel calmed his mind, he continued walking, with Xavier shamefully looking down to Angels feet. His long strides were rhythmic and strangely soothing to Xavier, like one of those satisfying videos he used to watch back at home. Warmth filled his heart thinking about his old life. The more he thought of it, the more he missed the little things about it, that made his day shine a little brighter. Even if they were as little as the sun shining and hitting his skin. Hearing the laughter of some giant children running by, made him remember always passing a small playground. Where cheerful children often played at, with parents gossiping about whatever hot tea kept them occupied enough to not zone out, out of boredom. Sadness struck him, knowing that that small place, that used to bring so much happiness, was now destroyed, by someone, who supposedly liked children. He glanced back at the children that were running after each other, noticing the different appearances in each of them. None of them looked like they belonged to only two groups, which got him curious.He carefully cleared his throat, trying to not sound rude, as he slowly looked back at Angel. ”Y..you mentioned two groups of yours“ he asked slightly confused, ”Yet to me, you all look.. different from each other, as if there are more than just two groups you could belong to.“

His words seemed to spark slight amusement in Angel, who hastily shook his head, which made Xavier glad to have changed the subject to something.. better. ”No no, you got it all wrong, human! We might all look different, but there really are only two groups that truly separate us, our third eyes and its placement of course. Like.. mine, the so called lunaris, is on my forehead and.. and the other group, called the uhh.. solaris, has it in its left eye and Its left eye specifically!“ he grinned proudly, as he gave his human some insight, as he continued, “Though you're not entirely wrong.. we do get classified under certain families. For instance I'd be a part of the bovidae family.. since.. you know, I'm a goat.“ he let out a nervous chuckle, his eyes darting back down to the human.

Angel then observed him, as Xavier processed the new information he had gathered, like a hungry animal trying to find any kind of scrap to devour. It still felt strange to tell this tiny biped anything at all about his people. Regardless, he was quite happy to talk to Xavier, the human was too cute not to observe, even if he got on his nerves sometimes.

Xavier listened to Angels rambling, seeing just how quickly he became happy. He didn't even notice the dumb smile that formed on his mouth, as he leaned against the fur with his hand on his cheek.

What an emotionally wild rollercoaster he was on..

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          Somehow, this strange doll-looking-woman has wandered into the Kid Pirate medical wing. How did she get on board the ship? Who let her in? It's a mystery. Nobody knows, and she's clearly far too distressed to explain it for herself. She is BLUBBERING, absolutely SOBBING, utterly distraught. One of the Kid Pirates punched her and she's trembling like a chihuahua on a frigid December morning. She's utterly miserable. She doesn't even know which one of them did it. It happened so fast. It was all a blur of leather and fishnets. She is crying so hard she is utterly eligible and her make up is pouring down her face. Please help her, she's absolutely useless.

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      The doctor's ears have caught the desperate sobbing sounds moments ago.      Way before the sound of wood on wood closed up on Linn's office. Confused earlier about the noise, the woman struggled with concentrating on taking the medical inventory for the month, pen restlessly tapping against the ebony surface of the desk.

   And the door would open, Linn was too curious to ignore the turmoil outside.

Pale-blue eyes instantly trained at the blonde lady, utterly shattered, thick tears washing over her pristine face, eyes swollen red   —   oh deary, oh my, what happened to her   ?

And much more confusing   —   who was this girl   ?   Linn could not remember someone new joined the crew, a guest, perhaps   ?

     ❝ Miss, what is wrong   ?   Why are you crying   ? ❞     A hint of panic laced her request for answers. The office door stood open still, as the cat approached the stranger with gentle urgency, not daring to touch her without consent, motioning to follow inside.     ❝ Please, you need to calm down. Are you hurt   ?   Come inside, will you, ❞

A blessing  &  a curse   —   to have these feline 'abilities', sensing another's misfortune  &  unease. Although the lady did not show any signs of injury, it would not hurt to have her isolated from the others until she stopped her ugly sobbing. Draws less attention.

     ❝ I am the doctor around here, ❞     Linn added in a soft voice, desperately trying to catch the blonde's gaze behind these large frames, stained with tears. That poor thing surely had trouble watching her steps through them.    ❝ . . . I can help you, if you let me. I promise. ❞