#humanoid cat thing..

[superbellsubways]

i dont know much about pokemon but hypno is seriously Just a little guy. extremely cutes. im sorry whoever that is is being such a buzzkill about your happy little thing. literal tar pit of a human being. can you tell me more about why you like that thang the world needs more glee

thank you and YEA i don't have alot to say about why i like it fhskdjd But i will say it is like a weird fuckin cat . to me. I know it evolves from a tapir but that thang is so Cat it has the ears. i just think the ears and fluffy neck thing are soooo cutes

did you know it has a hidden mouth under its nose i think thats silly

[quillpokebiology]

Millcery and Alcreamie Body Language, Behaviours, and Culture

I love Alcreamie a lot, and I find them very interesting. I genuinely have nothing else to say lol

Body Language & Behaviour

Swaying

I'm sure many Alcreamie trainers have noticed this cute little behavior they do. Alcreamie sway back and fourth for a couple of main reasons: the first one is to better ground themselves if their cream starts slipping, the second is because they are uneasy and checking their surroundingd, the third can actually be a sign that they are content, and the fourth can be a sign that they dont like somethin. It can be difficult to tell the reason why your Alcreamie is swaying, so it's best to look at their expression to check. For example: the yellow Alcreamie is swaying while turning to her side and putting a hand over her mouth, showing that she feels curious about this place and is checking her surroundings.

This Alcreamie is grossed and displeased about something (I showed her broccoli and she no likey 😔)

Spinning

The behaviour that Milcery is most known for. Milcery spin to show that they are very happy and excited. They will often grab something to spin with them, be that a strawberry sweet or a piece of lint they found on the floor. Alcreamie spin too, but Milcery do it a lot more often.

Shaking

A behaviour seen in Milcery, and basically their version of swaying. The shaking is more similar to jiggling, and Milcery do this when their happy or trying to get your attention.

Goop

When Alcreamie feel scared, they will melt into goop. It's not as goopy as you may think, like with ditto, it's more clumping and doesn't go all the way. Think of it like how Dewgong l shrink into themselves. That's the best way I can describe it.

Sweating

Believe it or not, milcer and alcreamie sweat, just like us! Though, it looks a little different. Instead of water, the sweat is the color of their cream and is thicker, which can leave piles of wet cream under them. No, there is a 95% chance your milcery/alcreamie is fine. This is a completely normal behaviour, thought I suggest taking them out of the hot whether or seeing what their stressor is.

Deflating

When sad, bored, or embarrassed, Milcery deflate.

"Jumping"

A hopping motion that Alcreamie do when they want something.

Shaking

Milcery shake when they're happy or trying to tell you something.

Raised Body

Alcreamie raise the cream on their body when they feel surprised or threatened. Think of it like how a meowth arches its back when it's scared.

Courting

Alcreamie prefer to breed asexually, so they don't have many courting behaviours. But when they do find a mate, they'll do things like make them cream, hold their hand (if their partner has a hand), hug them, kiss them, etc. Milcery court similarity, but just don't make their partners cream because they are unable to.

Cream Making

I mentioned that Alcreamie will make cream for their mates, but they also make cream for their groups to reestablish bonds. This extends to their trainers as well. With their trainers, Alcreamie will give them cream they make to get closer to them or to reestablish already made bonds.

Tapping and Slapping

When Milcery/Alcreamie want to be left alone, like when they're being petted when they don't want to, they'll gently tap your hand. If you don't stop petting them, they'll end up giving quick soft slaps to your hand. Pokemon like Meowth and Purloin do this as well.

Zoomies

Milcery get the Zoomies. Alcreamie don't bcuz they're too slow, lol. They get the zoomies when they can't contain the excitement.

Kissing

Milcery/Alcreamie kiss anyone they like to show affection, be that their friends, family, mates, or trainers, most often on the cheek. It feels weird at first (you get frosting in your face), but you get used to it.

Decorating

Alcreamie decorate everything. Decorating id when Alcreamie (specifically Alcreamie, not usually done by Milcery), is when Alcreamie find an object they like, so they make different designs on it using their cream or other items they find. In the wild, they decorate their homes with flowers or their cream (which can bring unwanted bugs), but on the house, this can translate to them decorating their pokeball or their toys. I recommend getting them stickers.

Kneading

You know, like makin biscuits? Alcreamie do s kneading motion on the spot they are trying to get comfortable.

Culture

Groups

In the wild, milcery and alcreamie live in groups with other members of their kind, and this behavoiur extends to captivity as well. If you have a milcery or alcreamie, ir suggest trying to find other trainers with milcery/alcreamie and setting up play dates with them, because they can get lonely without it. Moving on, these groups can range from 10 to 30, with the largest Alcreamie group in recorded history being a group of Alcreamie with 250 members in 1951, Wyndon, Galar. While they prefer Alcreamie, they have been know to except other pokemon into their groups (one time at the center there was a group of 6 Alcreamie who were all in a polygamous relationship, and one male Roselia that decided to join them in their poly. I think about them a lot). A group of Alcreamie can be called a Creamery.

Raising

In milcery/alcreamie groups, they take the "it takes a village to raise a kid" to heart, with the entire group raising them. The mother Alcreamie will provide the young milcery with milk (fun fact: Alcreamie are one of the few non mammalian pokemon that can produce milk), while the other milcery/alcreamie will do the rest; like providing shelter and babysitting.

Naming

Naming is common in pokemon that live in groups. Alcreamie do name themselves and their young, which is just a variable of sounds. It's pretty difficult to know if it means anything since they don't have a written language like Pawniard or Weavile.

Celebrating

Believe it or not, Alcreamie do have gatherings where they celebrate. What they celebrate varies widely. They celebrate for things like food, rain, fertility, or even because it might just be a sunny day. Some researchers believe that Alcreamie could have religious festivals, but there isn't much proof to confirm any of this, let alone if they even know what religion is. They celebrate by singing (it's cute as Hell), dancing, eating, and playing. Usually hold these celebrations in wide open spaces.

Cliques

Yes, Alcreamie groups have cliques, and they work just how you'd expect. Younger Milcery tend to gravitate towards each other, elderly Alcreamie like to have close friends their age, and Alcreamie like to form close friendships with Milcery/Alcreamie with similar interests. It might not seem like much, but this shows that Alcreamie have social learning skills and social cognitive skills as well, which is something to note.

Evolution Parties

This falls into the celebration category, but I'm putting it here because this is going in the order I remember. Unlike a lot of other pokemon who evolve with items (like Raichu or Scizor), Milcery and Alcreamie make finding sweets a big event. When Milcery come of age, a bunch if Alcreamie will gather as many sweets (as in things like strawberry sweets, blueberry streets, clover sweets, etc), take them back to their camp, and lay them out in big organized piles for the Milcery to choose which one they want to evolve with. For Alcreamie, this is seen as a coming of age for growing Milcery who are about to become Alcreamie, a d they celebrate by playing games, eating a lot of food, and friendly battles to test out their newly found strength.

Weddings

You read that right. Alcreamie have weddings. If Alcreamie do matr, many of them are polygamous, so the wedding can be between 2-6 pokemon (sometimes more). Alcreamie's weddings are celebrated when an Alcreamie and its partner (since their partner isn't always an Alcreamie) will celebrate with their friends and decorate different foods they have gathered. It's not as big of a celebration as human weddings, but it's something.

[rhinestoneartist]

you know when you're drawing something and then you end up drawing something else.

also has it really been 2 years since i uploaded art here? holy shit.

[the-owl-tree]

so i was trying to find a copy of stray dogs to read and ended up stumbling across this science fiction comic called strayed about an astral projecting cat and it's gorgeous!!

i love the colors and the distinct sketchy lines that utilize shape.

Brief summary under the cut for those curious (skip for those who want to go in blind)

Strayed follows Lou, a cat with the ability to astral project, and his owner, Kiara. Together, the two have placed on a ship in space and ordered to use Lou's abilities to seek out suitable planets...to colonize.

I've yet to read how well the comic handles the themes of colonization but, you know, bare minimum threshold is it understands that it's bad. It can be on the nose, but I don't necessarily see that as a bad thing here.

[the-awful-falafel]

semi-random observation of a tiny unimportant difference between my headcanon FP interpretation and the common fanon FP:

he doesn't like being pet, or scratched or whatever. most physical contact (that he doesn't initiate) either mildly confuses him at best or is off-putting enough for him to slime himself away from. mainly confused though, he just stares for several long seconds before twitching away

he will enjoy giving/accepting hugs sometimes though! but for a while it's unclear if it's out of affection or more because he's mimicking what he's seen + fixated on the physical sensations of it, like listening to people's breathing and heart rate.

[orangetintedglasses]

( Just tweaked Star's 'about' page some-- including a blurb about how he's tactile, but not 'cuddly', and I feel like I should elaborate on what I think that means? Star is pretty much the opposite of cuddly for the most part, given his natural inclination towards movement and squirming, and while he can be cuddly with the right people... that's just kind of it, it has to be with the right people. People he's deemed safe or established an interest in first via light touches and reciprocation.

And the man absolutely actively shies away from people who force physical affection on him when he hasn't displayed it with them first. Obviously there can be exceptions to this-- he's definitely weak to MW, and other Vashes get an immediate pass because of the instant connection he specifically feels with them --but for the most part, it's kind of like cat rules. Gotta let him establish it first or else he's just gonna nervously tolerate it and feel uncomfortable. )

[blu3tac0z]

IM FINALLY AT HOME RRRAAGGHH🔥🔥🔥🔥

anyways i dont wanna take this post too long, so here are my last arts that i've made for af!!

[real-live-human]

On Death, the Soul, and the Sky III

Arluk is good.

Arluk is tired. Gods, they're tired. They shouldn't be, really. It's barely afternoon, clearing the second floor takes the party less than a couple hours at this point. But as they step back through the gateway from the lich's lair into the Café Acaria, they just feel exhausted. Some of the others make their way to the bar for a drink or a bite to eat, but Arluk doesn't have much stomach for City food these days. They squint. The lights inside seem brighter, harsher, than usual. They continue walking past the bar and head for the bathroom. As they shut the door behind them, the light is blocked almost completely out, leaving the room in near-pitch darkness. They breathe a sigh of relief as they slump heavily onto the couch — they had never bothered to ask why Cadenza put a couch in the bathroom, but they certainly aren't complaining now. They close their eyes for just a moment. The others will probably take an hour or so to rest up as well before heading back in, and they haven't felt this weary in a while.

To be honest, they hadn't really let themself just stop to take stock of things in a few weeks. Not after... all the weird things that had been happening. Those restless ghosts they had somehow managed to disperse twice now, the shield, not to mention the magic that had started manifesting almost without them realising it? If they didn't know better, they might almost... but no. The last time they let themself think like that, they nearly killed two of the party. It's got to be something else, the Citadel is just messing with them. Best to just keep... moving forward. Wherever that is, anymore.

They shift uneasily as a draught of cold air wafts over them. Their ears flick in annoyance as they register the disturbance. Where would a breeze even be coming from? They open their eyes to see that the door has drifted open — and yet, the bar outside is dark and quiet. They can just barely make out a small, dark shape among the empty chairs and tables. They go to get up, before remembering just how exhausted they are. The weight of their armour and the shield strapped to their back — they hadn't thought to take them off earlier, it's rarely worth the hassle between floors — feel like they must weigh ten times as much as usual. They look up to see the dark silhouette still in place, as if observing them. Their fur bristles in frustration as they remain pinned in place. If they could just get up and out of this stupid armour, th

Phulfph!

The first thing they register is the silence being suddenly broken by the sound of fifty pounds of steel clattering down onto the stone floor. It's closely followed by a sudden lightness in their body, and an adrenaline rush of confusion. Without thinking, they find themself scrabbling and twisting around trying to wrest themself free of the sudden tangle of equipment all around them. After a moment they're clear, kicking the heavy chestplate free of their hind legs — and the third realisation hits. They scramble a short distance away on four awkward legs, as a mane starts to bristle all the way down their back. For a moment the room itself looks foreign, as they realise they're viewing it from less than half their usual height. A moment later, they sense the shadowy presence silently moving away, and they turn to follow it. Without thinking, they go to call something out, but all that they manage is a harsh whooping call.

They catch sight of the silhouette vanishing up the stairs towards the front door, and pause a moment. A part of them balks at the thought of running out into the street like this. But the rest is too caught up in the moment to bother deliberating for long, and they bound up the stairs after their quarry. The long, loping gait of a quadruped that had seemed so alien a moment ago becomes natural within seconds, and they practically fly out onto the City streets. The night is moonless, but the stars shine brilliantly and provide ample light to see by. The streets are empty, the windows around them dark and silent. They catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure, a silhoutte of darkness on darkness, disappearing around a corner, and give chase. This continues for some time, how long they don't think to keep track of, and the brisk night air whips through their fur and whistles in their ears.

Eventually, they round one final corner and suddenly find themself on the outskirts of the City. Ahead of them, a ridge slopes down into the distance, where they can faintly see starlight reflecting off of the Glass on the horizon. Their ears go back and they scramble to a stop at the sight of it. A moment passes before they become aware of a presence beside them. There, seated atop a low wall, is the figure they had been chasing. Its silhouette is clearer now, outlined against the night sky. A cat, its eyes two soft circles of yellow light. Again, Arluk goes to say something, but only an inquisitive groan comes out, and their tail flicks as the annoyance with their predicament comes back. The cat tilts its head at them, and they get the sense of being scrutinised, although for whatever reason they feel no apprehension of it. The cat hops down from its perch and pads a slow, wide circle around them as the night breeze stirs gently. Curious, they lower their snout and sniff at the cat as it passes in front of them. Its scent is... familiar somehow, but they can't place what exactly. Do they know it? It pauses, and they register amusement from it.

I expect so, yes.

They start back, the hair on their mane and tail suddenly rising. The cat continues to stare at them unblinking, but despite their surprise, they feel no threat from it. If anything, the cat actually seems to be the one concerned.

It's been too long.

They freeze as the pieces finally begin to fit together in their mind. Is... no, this can't really be happening. They came to that conclusion weeks ago. If they let themself believe this again, it'll just- the train of thought is disrupted by a small paw lightly smacking their snout.

Did you think I would leave a child of Rocu?

Arluk blinks, sitting back on their haunches as the Cat watches them, head tilted in curiosity. Their mind spins. If this is real, then- then everything they had told themself for the last months, that they had been so convinced of... they hadn't been able to dream, but here they are now. The breeze blows through their fur, the chill of it oddly comforting. For once, Arluk is somewhat glad to be deprived of the ability to speak, as they find themself at a loss for words. The Cat purrs softly.

You are not easy to find, but I do not abandon my own. Not for something as small as death. Remember this, ohkay?

Arluk grunts a quiet affirmative. The Cat blinks, and they return the gesture. As they open their eyes again, they are startled by a knocking sound and a sudden rush of brilliant light. Jolting up in a clattering of plate armour, they blink their eyes clear to see the bathroom door has opened, letting in the flood of light from the bar outside. "If you're quite done in here, defender, we're-" Kotone stops in the doorway and just stares at them for a beat, evidently at a rare loss for words.

Arluk quickly wipes their eyes, which they're sure are just watering from the light. "You were- uh, we mean, we're-" they realise their voice is uncharacteristically shaky and cut themself off by clearing their throat. "We'll, uh, be out in a second."

Kotone just nods, curiosity clear on her face, but turns and heads back towards the bar. Arluk leans forward on the couch, attempting to regain some semblance of their usual demeanour. Figuring out what had just happened could wait until... no, they're not doing that again. They know full well what that was. They take a deep breath in and out to steady themself, and pull themself up from the couch. Funny, the armour seems lighter now. With a small grin to themself, they hope they never have to admit to Kotone's face that she had been right.

[keeps-ache]

been telling my siblings 'you would NOT make it in vulcan academy' when they do smth goofy recently and nobody's been able to refute lol

[rat-beanie]

[glowingshiningbright]

I want to learn how to take the shape of a murder drone.

[scribblekatz]

finally finished my oc refs after a shit ton of procrastination,,, theyre all a bunch of freaks but its ok because theyre silly

[lilnasxvevo]

The funny thing about the most tragic character tournament is that there’s a, um, wide range of different kinds of media currently represented, and it’s like. I’m sorry but the Cookie Run character you submitted could literally have the most tragic backstory I have ever heard and I’m still not going to vote for them because they’re a cartoon cookie from a video game and I can’t run the risk of them winning a tournament that also contains fucking Hamlet from Hamlet and Antigone from Antigone.

[dan-crimes]

I was looking up to see if someone had a cat allergy if they would also be allergic to tigers, lions, etc and the answer is yes! Most likely! I mean it depends on what specifically ur allergic to in cats but I'm fully allergic to cats (hair and skin and all) so the likelihood is that I would indeed be allergic and in turn... it would be extremely funny to make one of my OCs allergic to cats and having to deal with the humanoid cat variants in fantasy land

[arolesbianism]

What's up gamers I'm bored

[crossyro]

Bunch of ArtFight attacks!