#made them more like an actual tabby cat pattern

[homuradefender]

madohomu fluff for the very amazing @homurasbiggestkinnie ᰔᰔ

synopsis: No timelines, no witches, no Kyubey < especially no Kyubey>, no magical girls, none of that. What if Homura finally got some peace? No more sacrificing herself for the girl she loves. Taking advantage of a gorgeous sunny day, the two sillies go on a date.

The sillies<3

Homura would have never expected that her first date with the girl would be so out of the blue, and she didn't expect it to be Madoka asking her out. Madoka? Asking her out? That was something that she thought could only happen in her dreams, never actually becoming a reality. Hand in hand, Madoka led the way, she didn't explain to Homura before hand where they were going. Whether she intended that, Homura was unsure.

She was already so nervous, trying to strike up a conversation was something she couldn't fathom. Keeping her cool, she let Madoka lead the way, while Madoka rambled about a number of things, music, her family, school, gossip her and her mom talked about, Homura could listen to her talk forever. Seeing Madoka so carefree brought a sense of calmness to her. ' Oh, sorry I've been talking to much, haven't I?' Madoka said, followed by a nervous laugh. Before Homura could respond, Madoka stopped walking, which Homura didn't realize and accidentally bumped into Madoka, causing the two to stumble a bit but Homura caught Madoka.

'Sorry I should have told you I stopped, Anyways! Here we are!' The two were standing in front of a building, the sign immediately made Homura realize why Madoka picked this place. 'A cat cafe?' She questioned, 'I had a feeling you liked cats, was this a wrong spot I know other pla-' 'No, this place is perfect!' She assured Madoka, she liked cats, the spot was perfect, Madoka is perfect, she thought to herself.

The place was almost empty of customers, safe to say for a table occupied by a small group who were feeding treats to a ginger cat, the place was small, quite cozy looking and the cat theme of the place was everywhere. A cat rug at the front door, the wall seemed to be painted in patterns and colors matching a tabby cat, framed pictures of the cats that resided there were hung on the walls, cat towers, adorable cat beds with different colors were near each table.

They were led to a table by a waiter, who wore a shirt with the store's logo on it, a pink paw print with flowers along it, and plain old black pants. They both ordered something simple, it was obvious they were here mostly for the cats, and obviously Homura would willingly go anywhere Madoka took her. But aside from the fact, the place was cute. Out of all of the cats that were there, two seemed to be interested in them. A white cat, with an adorable pink bow tied neatly around its collar, and a black one, it had a bow as well but instead of pink it was purple.

Funnily enough, the white one rubbed it's head against Homura's hand when she tried to kneel down and pet it, the black one leaped onto Madoka's chair, finding her lap as the perfect place to take a nap. The sight was adorable, and before Homura knew it the white cat had also found its way on to the chair and was resting on her lap. Carefully, she petted the cat, listening to its adorable purrs as the two sat in silence, the only sound filling the room was the faint sound of people in the kitchen preparing food, and whispers and giggles coming from the other group and of course the satisfied purrs from the cats who had taken a liking to the two girls.

' I might have to ask my mom if I can adopt this one. ' Madoka joked, a laugh following suit as the two started small talk, only stopping when the waiter dropped off their food. Each had gotten a cup cake, at the top the frosting formed cat eats and whiskers were planted on the side with some type of candy, and black candy was plopped down to be the eyes. When finished, the girls were hesitant to go, but there was nothing stopping them from adopting them, well Madoka would have to ask her parents but she was sure she could convince them. Both of them paid with their own money, but Madoka had one last plan.

She led Homura to a small park, no one was there, there were a few options but Madoka seemed fixated on one thing, the swings. ' Do you like parks Homura? ' She thought for a minute, she'd never really been to many. Being raised in a Catholic orphanage, there wasn't much play time there from what she remembered. ' I've been to one a handful of times. ' She finally responded, shocked when she felt Madoka pull her to the swings, her eyes glistening in the sun. 'Then let's play! ' The two sat on swings stationed beside each other, and for a while they just played on the swings and chatted. Till the sun set, they exchanged good byes and Madoka shocked Homura by giving her a tight hug.

' Let's do this again some time! ' She beamed up, Homura agreed, this was one of the best days she had had in a long time. Especially since Madoka was there.

[wildstorm312]

before wild was my fursona, they were a warriors oc! heres a warriors-ified version of their current design!!

[pitruli]

One Piece - Warrior Cats AU, but it's a post-apo world with cats playing pirates to replace humans; here's the strawhats first!

Finally made small clean designs of the ideas i had for months haha- Not sure who i'll make next but there's so many characters i want to draw as cats hehe (i can take suggestions)

got some notes under cut

Monkeydawn: can't remember why i made him a colour point- Warrior cat names are a pirate thing, and Dawn is exclusive to the Ds. The ribbon is basically the strawhat here, given by Redscar (i didn't like the look of hats on cats-). Leader of Strawclan but he's bad at names so everyone named themselves

Mossthorn: gray oriental cat. Formerly named Thorn the Fox, Moss is a joke from Snail but also his favorite colour so- He's Clan deputy and a knife wielder, the harness is to keep them on his back.

Waveberry: long hair calico cat. Formerly named Wave, and was Wavestorm in the fishcats' clan. Berries are still a currency here but it sounded better than trying to fit Tangerine in her name. First warrior of the clan and terrain painter. Oh and there's Cloudstar too (names in -star are deities names)

Pebbleflight: black tabby cat. Formerly Pebble and had too many ideas for his pirate name. He grows poisonous plants for projectiles. Wanted as Flyingspark and then Pebblestar (he also has a star on his forehead like WC leaders have in fanarts!)

Snailswirl: Turkish van. Snail is a name he was given by Redleg (such a joke for a french cook but i love it), and Swirl is a joke from Moss. He's both a warrior and a med cat, his cooking experiments helping with faster recoveries.

Antlerfall: Neko no mi, model: lynx. Was named like a pirate by med cat Cherrytree, as his antlers disappear in his full lynx form. He's actually taller than most of the crew in all his forms. The one and only med reindeer !

Ravenbloom: russian blue. Went by the name Newmoon in Baroque Works, and is wanted as "Devilkit". She took back her childhood name Raven when joining the clan. Six legged most of the time because come on it's useful. Studies the extinction of humans (the existence of humans is still to be proven)

Blueflame: blue Mainecoon. Formerly named Littleflame, and renamed Blue by Iceberg, mixed both names when joining the crew. Lost his tail and badly injured his paws in the train accident, so the cyborg part is more like an exoskeleton. And hey, being six legged is fun. Assigned builder of the crew.

Whalesong: Siberian cat. Had his name from the black and white pattern of his fur making him look like an orca, and it fits with Laboon! So yes he is wearing his own fur because of course. His soul form also look like a typical starclan spirit fanarts, and starclan is an old pirate legend here.

Sharkstrike: fishcat! I'm so close to make a whole speculative evolution project about fishcats, but basically, they are cats if they had taken the same evolutionary path as whales. He's not a shark, he's still "just" a cat, but most fishcats are named after sea creatures.

[adobe-outdesign]

thoughts on the wretched wocky? (some of the unconverted ones like the darigan wocky look so good but that blank unappealing not-quite-smile of the regular wockies makes me so, so angry for some reason. theyre looking at me the wrong way and im taking it personally)

I feel like Wockies have always had a bit of a problem standing out, as they are very plain Neopets—they don't really have a unique "hook". Dozens of Neopets have manes and fluffy tails, and Aishas have you covered if you're looking for something cat-like.

That said, I would argue that Wockies at least stand out in their stocky, incredibly fluffy body shape. If Aishas are house cats, then Wockies are basically Pallas Cats, only they hate the world slightly less. (They're also the most huggable Neopet, and I stand by this.)

Visually, they're super simple; just a chunky body with a mane to break things up a bit. I do have to state that I really don't care for the pink manes on the base colors though—I guess they were trying to match the ears/nose, but it looks a bit clashy (especially on red Wockies) and the brown eyes only worsen this. I think a darker/lighter tint of the base color or a neutral would've worked better there. Thankfully this is solely a problem with the base colors though, as most paint jobs have a more fitting mane color.

Of course, I can't talk about Wockies without talking about customization:

I'd argue that Wockies were one of the worst species conversions out there. At a glance, they look similar—until you notice that, inexplicable, the entire face completely changed. The rectangular eyes and awful thick eyebrows look so much worse than the original design. (Also, the feet are too pronounced on the converted design, but that's beside the point.) And what's weird is that there was literally no reason for this change, and it in no way relates to the actual conversion requirements—the artist seemingly just woke up one day and decided that they really, really hated Wockies. An absolute shame.

Favorite Colors:

Elderly: This color combo literally just came out last month, but it's already a standout for me. These guys have a really charming elderly cat look, complete with slightly ruffled fur, Siamese and tabby markings respectively, and a folded ear on the males. The clothes are also, for the most part, nice neutral colors (though I find the female's hair curlers jarring, especially due to how the eyebrows clip over them. They can be removed though so no worries there). What's also great is that the base colors are lovely in and of themselves if the clothing doesn't do it for you.

Darigan: I have to give the Darigan Wocky points for one simple reason: it's one of the only converted Wocky colors that fixes the godforsaken rectangle eyes, which already makes it look better than a lot of Wockies. Beyond that though it's also a pretty solid color all around. I'm usually more of a purple Darigan person, but the red does work here, the giant horns are fun, and the mottled markings a nice touch. The UC has a wonderfully grumpy personality, but the converted version sticks to the design pretty perfectly otherwise.

Plushie: I feel like Plushie Wockies manage to make the original pink manes work, mostly because they're using a nice salmon pink combined with a more neutral blue, and they also made the eyes pink instead of having them be brown for no reason. The UC has a super cute body shape, but even the converted version still retains some very nice colors and patterns (though it does low-key bug me that the stitch line isn't properly centered on the face). Good stuff!

[irlcats-bracket]

Bracket 4 Round 3 Poll 1

Mikey vs Viva and Trygg

MIKEY

he was a siamese-tabby mix (assumed! submitter only knew his mother), and they got him when they were about 5 years old, and he was just a kitten. they got him alongside of his sister, and he was the quieter of the two, so submitter used to joke that she did all the talking for them both, even tho he started meowing himself when his sister died. he passed in 2020, after 17 long and peaceful years. he was submitter's baby for all of those, and theyve never met a cat that they loved more than him <3 sweet boy

PROPAGANDA

he was the most beautiful boy ever, please keep him in mind while voting!! plus he's already won one bracket (@michaeltournament!) so why not help him keep his winning streak going!!!!

submitter also linked a post made for when he won the tournament full of sweet pictures

VIVA AND TRYGG

Amber is a special color only found recently in Norwegian Forest Cats (submitter actually linked an essay they wrote which i think is very interesting! also contains Trygg pictures) and Viva is the first ever amber cat here in Hungary, and her kit are first born here. Trygg actually isn't her child: while his mother was a known amber carrier, his father was a surprise; the breeder didn't expected amber kittens from him. Trygg is a very sweet, friendly, playful cat, always up to some game or mischief. When submitter visited the cattery, he was the first to come out to greet them, a stranger.

PROPAGANDA

Viva was born in Portugal. She is a "solid" amber, which actually kinda means she has more pattern than the tabbies, because on "solids" the dark markings remain better. Illustration:

(@amber-tortoiseshell's photo; Viva ("solid") on the left and Trygg (tabby) on the right.)

She also has a cute dark nose, characteristic of solid ambers:

Her eyes are the most vivid greenest green i've ever seen on a cat.

Her owner always says Viva is the friendliest, calmest and most docile cat in her cattery, she never fights or argues with the other cats - and was like that with me, too, when i visited the cattery 🧡 She just let me, basically a stranger, to pick her up and hug her. Viva is one of my all-time favourite cat and you can see her in my profile picture, too 😊

Trygg was born here, in Hungary. He's an amber tabby, look at how lighter his face is (than Viva's):

He is the cat who always does something funny; the one who has to climb up everywhere first and also the the who behaves best during the cat shows. Literally, almost all cats hate it, but Trygg was always cool with it. He also let me pet him when i was there 😊

NOTE: according to submitter they are in a temporary room because Trygg wasn't nice with the other males

MORE TRYGG PICTURES

OBSERVE INCREDIBLE 5 DAYS KITTEN PICTURE HERE

MORE VIVA PICTURES

viva and trygg have A LOT of pics so i made another post to show the ones that did not fit there!!

[love-and-monsters]

Dating a Hive Mind Pt. 2

M/GN aliens X F human, 6.996 words (nice)

I had some trouble wrangling this one and there was some worldbuilding stuff I ended up cutting, so I may revisit this someday. But for now, here’s the conclusion to the story! Missed part one? Read it here.

The twisting, winding tunnels of the hive are, in my mind, a maze. They branch off each other in seemingly random ways, leading off into hundreds of potential directions. Esthell never makes so much as a misstep. They clamber over rocks and around corners with the sort of pinpoint precision of someone who’s done this a thousand times before. And, I suppose, they probably have.

After enough sharp bends and twists to make me dizzy, Esthell emerges into an enormous antechamber. It’s not as big as the spaceport, but it is larger than several studio apartments I’ve been in. It’s decorated with those strange crystal things that Uru had in his ambassador room back at home. They form elaborate patterns across the ceiling and walls. Some of them, I notice, are carved in a variety of shapes. Some of them look more like impressionist art, while others are near-perfect replications of plants or animals on the planet. My gaze drifts, absently, and falls onto a particular shape.

“Is that a cat?” Esthell turns their head in the direction I’m pointing. Out of glittering, almost pearlescent crystal, there is the unmistakable shape of a little cat, small enough to fit in my hand. It rests in a curled-up position, eyes closed, a perfect little statue.

“Indeed.” They approach and delicately lift it up toward me. “Do you recognize it?”

I don’t, when they initially put it in my hand. But after a moment of shifting it in my fingers, something occurs to me.

“Oci!” The word bursts from me both as a stunned exclamation and a burst of laughter. “This is Oci, isn’t it?”

Esthell smiles, though I am almost too busy staring at the little cat to notice. Oci was my childhood pet, the first cat I ever owned, and one that I tended to sneak into all of my works. Nearly every book I’d written had, at some point, a little mention of a gray tabby with a slightly crooked tail. I’d shown Uru pictures when he’d asked me about Earth pets and mentioned the story, but it had been offhand. I’d hardly expected him to remember it.

“Do you enjoy it? Several members worked together to provide it for you,” Esthell says. “Their recreation is as accurate as they could manage.”

The longer I look at it, the more details rise to the surface. The crystal is streaked with opalescence in a way that initially looks random. And yet, as I examine it, I realize that they are patterned. Each little streak of opalescence represents a single tabby stripe. And the longer I look, the more miraculous it is. The detailing is tiny, intricate, and stunningly accurate. The cat’s tail is slightly crooked in the way Oci’s was. There is a cinnamon-bun-like swirl on his side formed from his tabby stripes. Peering quite closely down at his little face even shows the tiny white spot on the right side of his muzzle, the tiny bit of asymmetry that made him all the more adorable.

I don’t get much further in my examination because my eyes start watering and everything blurs a bit. Esthell cranes their neck around to look at me. Their face is almost as inexpressive as Uru’s was at first, but through blurry eyes, I can see a little bit of panic in their eyes. “Are you all right?”

“How did you even-” My voice hitches and I stop, embarrassed. The little cat is cool and smooth beneath my fingers and I start stroking it in an effort to calm myself down.

Esthell presses their side against mine, supporting me. “It was created using the crystal structures. Sculpting through chemical process- encouraging growth there and certain mineral formations here.” They tilted their head. “I am sorry this has upset you. We thought-”

“No, no!” I cut them off, adding in a quick swipe under my eye. My hand comes away wet. It’s been a long time since I actually cried, and I feel weird to be blubbering over a little cat statue. “It’s not- I mean, I’m not upset. I’m happy. It’s… thank you.”

Esthell shifts their feathers, smoothing them back down. “Ah. Good.” They watch as I rotate the little cat in my palm, sniffing every few seconds.

Crystal sculpting- I remember Uru mentioning it vaguely to me at one point. It’s a time-intensive process, and one that is increasingly complex the more detailed a sculpture is. It requires high levels of collaboration between members of the hive. The more artistically inclined guided the shaping of the sculpture, while the scientifically minded worked to create chemical compositions that would inhibit or encourage crystal growth in the right areas. It required work near-constantly, with those who worked on it switching in and out on shifts. The complex work was really only capable because they worked together, sharing their process and ideas directly with each other through their minds.

The tiny cat in my hand probably took months, and at least ten (probably more) members working around the clock. It is a delicate work, a marvel of art and science together, and the tiny details are all the more wonderful for knowing exactly how delicately it must have all been shaped.

And it was made for me. A gift, just to make me happy. So much work, just to create a tiny treasure to make me smile.

I dissolve into tears. It might be that I’m more emotional from the incredible jet lag I have, or maybe my nerves are still acting up and making everything more intense. But regardless of the reason, the fact is that I am still slumped against Esthell, almost hyperventilating and wailing like a toddler.

They shift a little, lifting one of their forelimbs to cradle me against them. Tiny, delicate kisses rain along the side of my face, brushing away some tears. They chirrup gently, making soothing little noises until I am calm enough to breathe steadily.

“Sorry,” I mumble, though I don’t remove my face from their feathers. It’s soft and comforting in their embrace, and I’m a bit too embarrassed to try and face them. I can’t imagine I look all that good.

“You do not need to apologize,” Esthell says. They press their cheek to the top of my head. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. I really do like the gift.” I retreat a little from his embrace. “I guess I just got a little overwhelmed.”

“As I said, there is no need to apologize,” Esthell murmurs. “You’ve been anxious lately, and quite tired. I expect that wouldn’t help your mood.”

“I’m sorry-” I start, before catching sight of Esthell’s expression. They’re looking at me with an unimpressed expression. I manage a little giggle. “Uh. Right. No more apologizing. I just, uh, was worried about not being… enough for you, I guess?”

Esthell laughs at that, a gentle sound. It ripples around the room, with the other hive members picking it up in turn. It’s a strange, but slightly warming sound. I can’t help but laugh myself, and it is comforting. Esthell crouches down in front of me, offering me their back once more.

“Perhaps you are more tired than we anticipated,” they suggest. I have to stifle a yawn and they give me a knowing smirk.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. I just got up, you just started giving me a tour,” I protest. Another yawn practically cuts me off midsentence. Esthell cranes their neck back to give me a chastising look.

“We can do both,” they say. Before I can ask what they mean, they take off at a steady gallop. I have to lean over their back, clinging to the saddle to avoid grabbing handfuls of their feathers.

We snake hurriedly through the tunnels. This time, while we’re still going in all kinds of directions, there is a definite downward slope. There is a little bit of a panic that stirs in me- I’m not claustrophobic, but the idea of being trapped underground is unsettling. To take my mind off it, I watch the walls as they whizz by.

There are designs all over the walls, symbols that act sort of like an internal map. There’s no writing, but the designs are all slightly unique. From what Uru’s explained, there’s some sort of pattern to what symbols mean what, but I don’t know it. Apparently having a bunch of interconnected brains improves memory to the extent that everyone in the hive can remember it without even trying.

Esthell slows to a near stop and I stop looking at the patterned walls to pay attention to our destination. It’s another massive, open room, but much smaller than the other two we’ve been in. Several others are spread out on what looks like enough pillows to fill several home supply stores. Most of them seem to be snoozing, but a few seem to be grooming or eating or- oh. I avert my gaze. I wasn’t really expecting to see that.

Esthell lowers themselves to the ground, allowing me to slide onto the pillows. “Where are we?” I ask. My voice comes out hushed. It feels wrong to speak loudly in here.

“Close to the center of the hive,” they reply. Their voice is hushed too, but I’m not sure if that’s because I was right and we should speak quietly here, or if they’re just following my lead. “Part of the breeding caste chambers.”

My spine stiffens automatically. This is the most precious part of the hive, their center. Breeding caste members are the members of the hive who mate and carry the eggs, caring for the young ones in the earliest stages of their lives. It’s a revered position, and to be selected for the position is an incredible honor. Uru has told me about them before, in reverent tones. All castes are important, from the guardians to the agriculturalists to the caregivers. But the breeding caste are the only ones who bear the responsibility of directly continuing the hive. They are protected, almost sacred. Outsiders are never allowed in here. The idea that I’m in here with them makes me almost dizzy.

Several of the resting caste members have raised their heads, looking toward me. Now that I’m paying particular attention to them, I can see that some of them are clearly pregnant, bellies swollen, A few others appear to be nursing tiny, featherless babies, which are swaddled against their stomachs.

“Is it okay for me to be here?” I whisper. Esthell nods immediately, not even a moment of consideration.

“Yes. This is the safest place in the hive, a place for precious things.” They give me a meaningful look, and I don’t miss the implication that I am one of those precious things. I feel abruptly hot and flustered all over.

Esthell nudges me over toward the center of the room. “Rest,” they suggest, lying down next to me. After a moment, I lower myself to the ground. Almost instantly, several of the other caste members around us shuffle closer. Within seconds, I am surrounded on all sides by warm, feathery bodies. Esthell settles right behind me, exactly as Uru does when we’re sharing a bed at night.

The room is silent, expect for the slow sounds of breathing and the occasional squeaking of the babies. I can tell why Esthell wanted to being me here. It’s the most peaceful place I’ve ever been by far. Everything is soft and warm and cozy. Without any conscious realization, my eyes close and I slip into sleep again.

My waking is slow, drowsy, the sort of comfortable waking that can only happen without alarms. I doze on and off until, finally, I feel awake enough to open my eyes.

I am in the center of a massive cuddle pile. It reminds me of penguins huddling together for warmth, and I am directly in the middle. As I shift, the hive members closest to me move. One of them, a brilliant blue one that I haven’t spoken to before, opens their eyes.

“Hello.” Their voice is sleepy, but content. I can recognize the expression on its face immediately, because it’s the same one Uru gives me every morning. It’s almost uncanny.

“Hi.” I push myself up a little, stretching my limbs. They’re that sort of stiff that you get when you’ve had a really good sleep and haven’t moved for a while. “Um. I’m, uh-”

“I know who you are.” They laugh a little and shift their position. I notice that their stomach is distended and they shift around carefully, trying find a position that isn’t uncomfortable. “We all know you, dear one.”

“That’s…” I trail off, uncertain how to put it. It’s weird that they all know me without me knowing them, but I don’t know if that’s offensive or hurtful to say.

“I am pleased to meet you in the flesh,” they continued. “Are you enjoying your time here so far?” Their gaze is intense. I have the feeling that I could say anything in complaint and they would be changing it within moments.

“It’s different than back home,” I say. “But I like it.” I lie back down fully, stretching out on the cushions around me. “I was worried about it, but you’re all really nice.”

“Of course,” they say with a serene nod. “We all adore you.”

I flush, feeling awkward and a little embarrassed. “I feel… weird about that.”

Their gaze focuses on me a little more intently. “How so?”

I don’t say anything for a few moments. “You’re all treating me like I’m something important.”

They blink very slowly and tilt their head to one side. “You are.”

“No, but…” I pause for a moment, trying to find the words. This would be easier if my brain was connected to theirs. Not for the first time, I envy their ease of communication. Words often feel so clumsy compared to their Knowing. “I’m not actually important. Like, Uru told me about this place. It’s practically sacred, the future of your hive, and you just let me in here. I’m just some author, and I’m not even that good at writing. I don’t deserve this. It should be, I don’t know. Someone actually important and impressive and-” My voice starts to choke and I realize that I’m embarrassingly close to tears. “Sorry.”

They shift closer and tug me into a one-armed hug. Their lips tickle at my ear as they kiss, focusing their attention on spots Uru’s noticed I like. It’s strange how natural everything feels with them. They’re not Uru- they feel different, larger, and they’re a little less natural at the motions than Uru, but it’s a similar feeling. “You’ve been fretting about this for a while now.”

I slump back against them. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

It’s a weird question. I twist in their grasp to look at them. “I just told you why.”

“No,” they say. “You have told us that you feel unimportant, uncertain of why we treat you so well. But you have not told us why you feel that way.”

The questions has not become less weird. I open and close my mouth a few times. “Well- because it’s true? I’m not anyone particularly important. I’m just… me.”

They consider that for a few moments. “Does not being important mean that people do not fall in love with you?”

“No,” I say. “But important people tend to fall in love with other important people. You’re incredibly important. All of you. And I’m just… me.”

They sway a little, their head bobbing back and forth. “You consider us to be important?”

“Obviously.”

“We are not.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re part of an alien ambassador project to humanity.”

“As are you.”

“Not officially! It was all happenstance! Uru just happened to see my books because they just happened to be thrown into a pile of books for him when he asked for Earth literature and he happened to take a shine to them! It’s not anything particularly special about me. It could have happened to anyone.”

“Our hive only ended up being a part of the ambassadorship program because we were among the first three who located the human probe, and that only happened because the planet happened to be tilted at the proper angle at that time and we were looking in the right quadrant of the sky. It was as much happenstance for us to encounter humanity as it was for you to encounter us.”

I turn that idea over in my mind. “So, you’re saying that I don’t need to worry because we’re both technically unimportant?”

They laugh. It’s a strange, chirruping noise, but one that almost seems to tickle me until I’m laughing too. “I am telling you that importance is relative, and that all of life is happenstance. Perhaps it was all by chance, but such is life! We find the good in the opportunities life presents to us. And you are certainly the best that this opportunity has presented us.”

Fire. I’m on fire. Embarrassment suffuses my entire body and I hunch in on myself, hands pressed to my face. It’s hot to the touch. Apparently, enjoying seeing me embarrassed is a hive-wide trait, not just something Uru likes.

“You do not need to hide.” I feel the person behind me shift a little, tucking me against their body. They rock me a little, waiting for me to come back out. “Importance is a silly concept. Which member of the hive would you say is the most important?”

I peek out from behind my fingers. “You? The breeding caste, right?”

“And what makes you think that?”

It feels a little like I’m being guided toward the right answer by a patient teacher, but I take the bait. “You’re the most protected of all the castes, the future of the hive.”

“Because our survival ensures the continuation of the hive,” they agree. “That does not make us the most important.” I give them a blank look. “All of the hive’s members are vital to us. Each has a job to complete.”

“But some jobs are more important than others,” I say.

Their eyes narrow, the only movement on their normally inexpressive face. “Incorrect. There is no job that is more important than another.”

“But the breeding caste is specifically cared for, specifically chosen- how are you not more important?”

There is a long pause. They observe me with an expressionless face. I can’t read anything from them. Their tail flicks back and forth. “Your cells,” they finally say. “Which are more important- your reproductive cells or your white blood cells?”

My mouth opens. Then closes again. Then opens. “The… uh.” I frown. “I don’t think they’re more important than one another. They just do different things.” The metaphor is obvious already, but they smile at me beatifically and explain.

“Precisely- the guards are as important as what they are guarding. Without them, we would be vulnerable. Every guard who falls in their duty is just as important as those they protect. The idea that they differ in importance is a human concept, one created by your individuality. We are all connected. We all see each other and our importance. There is no such thing as an unimportant hive member. By existing, they improve the hive. By existing, they become important.”

My eyes are stinging and there’s a lump swelling in my throat. I swallow hard. The lump does not dislodge. They continue. “The children within me now are important because they are the future of the hive. The eldest workers are important because they have served the hive and now give their wisdom to the younger ones. Every caste is important because they serve a vital function of the hive. The hive is important because it provides a home and community for each member.” They reach out and slip a taloned finger under my chin. The point tilts my head up so I have to look them in the eyes. “You are important as well.”

“I’m not part of the hive,” I say, though my voice wobbles alarmingly. They shake their head.

“No. Not in the sense that you have been born to this. But you are part of the hive now. You give us joy, new perspectives, a sense of comfort. Your existence is important. You could spend the rest of your life here, simply resting and speaking to us, and we would find it beneficial. Your relative importance compared to others is meaningless. We enjoy you, and so, you are important to us. Simple as that.”

My eyes are still stinging and I’m not sure I fully believe what they’re saying. That doubt and worry seems lodged into my chest, and the comforting words only softened its sharp edges. But their words do make me ache all over in that sort-of-relieving way. I let out a shuddery breath. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” they say. They recline back onto the soft, cushioned ground. “Lie with me.”

Their tail curls around me and tugs me against their body. I recline against them. I can feel the swell of their stomach under my head. It’s a strange, alien feeling; I’ve never really touched a pregnant person’s stomach before, and it’s really weird to feel the shifting under their skin. But it’s also humbling, in a way. I feel awed by it. New life, right under my hand.

They let out a satisfied groan as I run my fingers over their belly. Several other hive members near me stretch and shift contentedly. It’s quiet, peaceful, and I feel enormously cared for. Not tired, exactly, but that sort of contentment that makes you feel lax and restful.

There’s no way to tell the time in the hive, so I don’t know how long I lie there. Other hive members come in and out of the room, caring for the breeding caste by bringing them food and grooming them. Every now and then, a breeding caste member will shuffle out of the room, going off to do something in another part of the hive. I suppose they’re trying to find something to do. As relaxing as the room is, there isn’t much going on.

My stomach growls a little in complaint. Oh, yeah. I’ve been in here for a while. My legs are actually starting to feel a bit stiff from just lying in one position. I roll over and my stomach gives another snarl. God, I’m hungry. Now that I’ve noticed it, it’s actually bothersome.

“You are hungry?” I turn. Esthell is sitting up, looking at me with sharp attention.

“Yeah, a little,” I say.

“We could have food brought to you,” Esthell says. “Or I could continue the tour of the hive and we can stop in the agricultural section next.”

“Would I be getting in the way of you, if I was in the agricultural section?” Uru always made it sound like the busiest part of the hive, which I suppose makes sense. It must be difficult trying to feed everybody.

Esthell laughs, that little chirruping noise. “Certainly not. I’m sure the agriculture caste will be delighted to see you.” They fold their legs underneath them and indicate their still-saddled back. “Climb aboard.”

Within moments, we’re streaking through the tunnels of the hive. There are surprisingly few others in the tunnels- I don’t know if Esthell is deliberately taking less traveled paths or if others are avoiding the paths we’re using to not make me uncomfortable, or a combination of both.

This time, instead of sloping downward, we’re traveling up. It’s mostly a gentle slope, but there are a couple areas that are steep, and even a couple areas that Esthell had to climb up. I have to cling to their back to keep ahold, though their tail does come up to help secure me.

All of the sudden, the tunnel brightens. I squint my eyes shut just as we burst out onto the surface.

The sun is burning high in the sky, which is tinged a darker blue than Earth’s sky. It is a yellow sun, but it is larger than ours, and it feels brighter. My skin grows warm almost immediately, and sweat starts to bead on the back of my neck.

Stretched out in front of me are rows and rows of farmland. I’ve only been on a farm once, when I was a child, and that was a small, family-owned affair. I suppose, technically, this is a family-owned business too, but it is much larger. Large enough that the rows of plants stretch too far into the distance for me to see their end. Enormous, barn-like structures sit on either side of the fields. Some of them are paneled with glass, and I can see flowering plants sprouting up against the walls. Other appear to be storage for equipment and food, with hive members flowing in and out of them constantly.

“Careful there,” Esthell murmurs from underneath me, and I realize I’ve been leaning forward so much that I’d nearly slipped off his back. His tail gives a tug at my waist to secure me back into place.

“Can we get closer?” I ask. The plants look strange, but I can’t make them out from a distance. They’re just as green as Earth plants, with just as much variety, from scrubby little bushes hunched near the ground to towering, woody stalks that look similar to bamboo. There’s a riot of colors in some areas, with enormous blushing flowers swaying on thin stems.

Esthell carries me toward the fields. From a distance, the plants looked fairly similar to most of the plants I see on Earth, but up close, I can see the differences. The flowers have thicker, almost aloe-like petals, several of the leaves in shadows are oddly curled in on themselves, like little tubes, and most of the plants have rusty, reddish-brown stems. The fruits and vegetables they’re growing are even stranger. There’s something that looks like a pumpkin, but squishes like a balloon full of water, something that looks like a pale pink banana with little curving spikes coming off it, and a deep purple fruit growing from the bamboo-like stalks that’s surprisingly heavy for its size. Several hive members pause in their work as we pass by, and a few dig the largest, prettiest morsels out of their bags to offer them to me.

“Is it safe?” I ask, inspecting one of the berries I’ve been handed. They’re really similar to raspberries in shape, but a lot firmer.

“For human consumption, yes,” Esthell says. “There is nothing in them that is toxic to humans. An allergic reaction is possible, but unlikely, given that you have only shellfish allergies on record, and the compounds are dissimilar. However, Uru brought a great deal of medical supplies when they returned, so even if you do have an allergic reaction, we will be able to assist.”

“He did?” I ask. “I didn’t know that.”

“We wished to be prepared,” Esthell says with a shrug. “We have supplies for many possibilities, from allergic reactions to broken bones to emergency surgery.”

“Emergency surgery?” My voice shoots up in alarm. Several of the nearby hive workers, Esthell included, bristle. The others shuffle a little closer to me while Esthell makes a soothing little noise.

“It is precautionary, of course,” they say. “We are not expecting something like that to happen. But obviously, we lack medical supplies that are sufficient for usage with humans, and medical emergencies are always possible. You have not had your appendix out, and it would be a long trip back to Earth.”

I chew my lower lip, trying not to focus on the unsettling sensation crawling through my stomach. “I hadn’t even thought about that,” I say. It makes sense- they wouldn’t have medical supplies that are approved for humans on a completely alien world. But it’s unsettling to think about- they were stockpiling medical supplies just in case and I hadn’t even considered it.

Esthell shrugs. “It does not matter. We considered it. And you will be safe here. We ensured this.”

There’s a weird feeling in my chest, one that I can’t quite identify, a mix of strange emotions that I can’t quite discern. Maybe I’m just overwhelmed. Esthell carries me along the fields, but I’m not really paying attention. They imported medical supplies on the off chance something would happen to me. It’s… bewildering.

Esthell cranes their head back toward me as we approach a different entrance to the hive. It smells slightly spicy here, enough to make my mouth water. But Esthell pauses. “Are you all right?”

“Huh?” It takes me a couple seconds to refocus on them. “Uh, yeah. Everything is fine.”

Esthell considers me for a long moment. I wonder if they’re consulting with the rest of the hive and trying to analyze my expression. Or maybe they’re just thinking. “You have been quiet.”

“Uh huh,” I mumble, not sure what else to do. Esthell narrows their eyes ever so slightly.

“You often get quiet when you are unsure of something,” they probe. Dammit. Uru’s always been perceptive with my moves. I guess it would make sense that the rest of his hive is similar in that regard.

“I’m not unsure of anything,” I say. “But I guess it’s a little strange that you’re all so… attentive to me. I didn’t even think of the medical supplies thing, but you already had it in hand. And everyone seems so eager to meet me. It’s…”

“Overwhelming?” Esthell suggests when I’m silent for a few moments.

“Not overwhelming, exactly. Strange, maybe. I don’t dislike it, I’m just not used to it.”

“You are rarely cared for, back at your home, often by necessity,” Esthell says. “You are not kind to yourself with any real frequency.”

“I’m not that bad,” I sputter. Esthell makes that chirping laugh sound.

“You continually refer to yourself as a mediocre author, despite your books attracting the attention of our hive.” They turn their neck back so I can see the sardonic expression on their face. It is a strange sight, given how usually expressionless they are, and I can’t help but give a little snort. “We all quite enjoy your writing. Why can you not admit that it may just be quite good?”

I shift on their back, tightening my grip on the saddle. “I… don’t know. I don’t want to be arrogant.”

“You are not. But you could stand to be,” Esthell says. “I do wish you could see yourself the way we see you. As our darling treasure.”

I feel hot all over with embarrassment. “It’s not- ugh, it’s so weird being fussed over by so many people! I feel like you’re all making too much trouble over me! I’m just me, I can handle things on my own, you know.”

“You enjoy fussing over Uru,” Esthell says. “I fail to see how this is any different.”

“I can fuss over Uru, but I can’t fuss over all of you! I feel like I can’t return the favor.”

“If you fuss over one of us, we can all feel it. And we expect nothing in return. We do this because we enjoy it. Because you being us joy and we wish to return it.” I groan and lean forward until my head rests on the saddle in front of me. Esthell shivers all over with little chirps of laughter. “Enjoy being cared for, dear one. We all enjoy you being here.”

With they, they take off again, plunging down into the tunnels. The smell gets stronger as we get deeper underground and it’s making my stomach growl. Esthell turns down a smaller path and I duck closer to their back to avoid hitting my head on the ceiling.

We come to a stop in a small room. There are several other hive members there, creating something that looks a little like a bunch of entremets. There’s a lot of careful layering of different foods, from custards to cake to fruit syrups. Watching them work is fascinating, like watching a well-oiled machine. They move around each other without a single hiccup in motion, without the slightest bit of fear in spilling boiling sugar. One will stop working and another will pick up where they left off with no hitch in their speed. I feel like I could watch it for hours, just being soothed by the motion.

As soon as Esthell enters the room, two of the workers break off from the rest. Esthell follows them to a human-style table in the corner of the room. It’s got several cakes on it, all of them decorated in a simple, but elegant way. Esthell slides me off their back and all of them look at me expectantly. It takes a minute to process that they’re expecting me to eat.

“This is all for me?” I ask.

“You don’t have to eat all of it,” one of the chef hive members says. “We picked some flavor profiles you might like.”

“It’s more of a taste test. Uru can try to recreate them when you return to Earth with human flavors,” Esthell says, picking up from where the chef had left off. Their sentences flow into each other like it’s the same person speaking. I pick up the utensil they’ve given me (it looks vaguely like a fork, but like someone who’s never held a fork tried to make one) and take a bite of the dessert nearest to me.

Their flavors are surprising. A couple of them do have typical dessert flavors, but there’s one that tastes strangely savory and another that reminds me of eating just a block of cheese. Esthell is the only one watching me, but whenever I bite into one and react positively, I can feel the ripple of relief that goes through the room.

Given the amount of food, it doesn’t take long until I’m stuffed. Esthell lifts me back onto their back and I give thanks to the chefs before we depart again.

Esthell gives me a very brief tour of the actual kitchen areas of the hive- apparently the place we were just in was more for experimental or recreational cooking. We only take a brief pause at one of the more massive kitchens, and I immediately realize why we’re not taking a longer stop. It’s busy, wildly so. Hive members slide around each other, moving between dishes with ease in a sort of organized chaos. Esthell seems to be able to navigate fine, but I realize that if I were to step in there, I would be very in the way.

Once we leave the kitchens, Esthell takes me to a few other areas of the hive. There’s not enough time to see everything, obviously, but Esthell pauses in the botanical gardens area and a sort of art gallery- it’s not like a human art gallery, in that all the exhibits are interactive. Apparently you’re encouraged to add your own art to it. Esthell nudges me toward it like they want me to add to something, but all of the artwork is ridiculously elaborate and I feel awkward trying to add anything of my own in there.

The last place Esthell takes me is the nursery. Or, at least, one of the nurseries. There are a few caretakers there, nuzzling and caring for tiny, chubby creatures whose feathers haven’t come in. They’re cute, in a strange sort of ugly way.

“The new members are kept separate from the rest of the hive for some time,” Esthell says in a soft voice. “It limits infections when they’re young. But we surround them with our minds and ensure that they feel loved.” One of the caretakers moved closer, several babies cuddled into a sling on either of their sides. “Would you like to hold one?”

I hesitate but slowly extend my arms. The caretaker places one of the littlest ones in my arms. It squirms a little, then cuddles close to me.

“Is it safe?” I whisper. “I’m not going to give it any human diseases, am I?”

“If it was not safe, we would not have given the child to you,” Esthell says. I shift it in my arms, letting it nestle fully into my grip. It makes a tiny chirping noise before burying its face in the crook of my elbow.

I’ve never been one for children, but there’s something about holding this little baby that makes me feel… special. It trusts me, completely. There’s no struggling or squirming or crying even though that’s been most of my experience with them. I wonder how much it knows about me, how much it can gather from the rest of the hive. One of its little hands fastens on my shirt with an iron-tight grip. It’s so trusting. Adoring. Is this how they all feel about me, filtered through the innocence of a baby?

I have to hand the baby back. I don’t feel super safe holding it in trembling arms.

Esthell carries me up toward my little room. I protest a little, but they insist on dropping me off. “Take a break for a bit. We can continue our tour later.” They kiss my forehead, letting their lips linger on my skin for just a bit longer than usual. Then they turn and gallop away down another tunnel.

As I step into the room, I notice a familiar yellow and blue shape lounging across my bed. “Uru!”

He lifts his head. “My dear. How was your tour?”

“Don’t you already know?” I ask.

“I know what the others saw. But I’d like to know how you feel about it.” I hesitate for a long moment, standing uncertainly in the room. Uru hooks his tail around my waist and tugs me closer to the bed until I’m sitting next to him.

“You can tell us. We’re all eager to know how you feel. We only want to make this the best experience for you.”

“I don’t want you to make a big fuss about me,” I say. “You don’t need to be, like, go nuts trying to make everything nice for me. I’d be happy with whatever.”

“Perhaps we enjoy fusing over you,” Uru says. I snort. “Come now. Remember when I returned from a particularly long ambassador trip and you spent half the night waiting up for me and making foods I’d enjoyed just so that I would have something nice to come home to? I would have been happy just to see you, but you wanted to do something nice for me because you wanted to see me happy.”

“I like you being happy,” I mumble. “And it wasn’t that big a deal. I don’t do that all the time.”

“So why can you not accept that we enjoy making you happy as well? We’re trying to pamper you. Just allow us to do so.”

I lean against him, hiding my face in his feathers. “You’re sure it’s not too much trouble?”

Uru shifts his position and lowers his head so it’s right in front of my face. “To us, the hive is paramount. Our lives revolve around maintaining the hive. But you? To us, you are just as important as our hive. Anything we would do to maintain the hive, we would do for you.”

A shiver wraps its way down my spine. “I don’t- I don’t deserve that-”

He shakes his head. “It is not about what you deserve. Our love is given, not earned. And we give it freely to you.”

I remain silent for a minute. Uru sighs. “If only you were part of the hive. You could feel the extent of the love we have for you and you wouldn’t doubt so much.”

“Do you want me to be part of the hive?” I ask. I won’t lie- it’s crossed my mind. I don’t know if it’s even physically possible. I doubt it. But that level of connection and belonging… well, it’s tempting.

Uru considers that for a few seconds. “No. We fell for you because you are distinct from us. We love that we know each other so deeply, but we also love that you are, in some ways, a mystery. Something to discover. To learn about.”

I lean against him. There’s a steady beating under my head, the pounding of his heart. He settles around me, making those little chirping noises again. Something wells in my chest, a feeling of affection and love for the hive. All of them. They love me and I love them back, even if I don’t understand it. Even if I don’t feel as if I deserve it.

Maybe that’s enough.

“Uru,” I ask. “Where do other hive members sleep?”

He takes me to the largest room I’ve been to so far. The floor and even the walls are cushy and pillowed, but there are no blankets. Instead, hive members drape themselves over each other, cuddled up in an assortment of people piles. As soon as we enter, several of the still-awake ones lift their heads. Uru leads me to the center of the room and sits, watching as I lie down next to him. “You’re sure you want to stay here?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “I love you all. I want to be with you.”

There’s a shuffling and several hive members huddle in around us. It’s warm and cozy in the middle, like being wrapped in a gentle hug. Uru’s chest rises and falls under my head. I can hear his breathing echoed in the room by all other members. Slowly, my breathing falls into rhythm with theirs. I’m here. I’m safe and loved. And I love them in return. I don’t need to deserve it. It just is.

And it’s wonderful.

[littledragondork]

TES Cat AU: Skyrim Thieves Guild

My self indulgent TES Cat art is done, at least my favorite Skyrim Thieves guild NPCs are, Probably gonna’ post the Companions next because I was drawing the Skyrim Dark Brotherhood and for the life of me I couldn’t get Cicero to look right lol, but I’ll take suggestions :3c

(I’m so down with doing the rest of the Skyrim Thieves Guild eventually)

Anyway, my art for Skyrim Cat AU Brynjolf, Karliah and Mercer Frey under the cut, with some design notes :3

I wanted Bryn to be an orange cat, not only because I like orange cats and their low intelligence but because it just made sense. I also wanted him to be one of those massive fluffy cats, the ones that weight like 20lbs/9kg and have more fur than they know what to do with, he’d be 99% fur, go to pet him and your hand is just swallowed by the fur. I made him a mackerel tabby cuz’ I like mackerel tabbies and because they are just super common cat patterns. For a long time I wanted to give Brynjolf Sectoral Heterochromia, which is basically when one eye is 80% one color and has a little dot of another, in this case I wanted brown, but I couldn’t really get it to look right so I ultimately scrapped it.

He also has a docked tail because I liked the idea of all the known Nightingales having something fucked up with their tails.

I also did a little sketch with the thieves guild armor, I think it’ll fit like a harness with a few little pockets and bags. I imagine they’d all have dexterous enough paws where they can make stuff like furniture, buildings, tools, weapons, armor, cook food etc, makes everything a lot easier to me

I imagine all the Nords I’ll draw have ear tufts, extra fluffy paws and long fluffy fur coats, they’d probably slide on ice a lot lol, Think Maine coons, Norwegian forest cats, Siberians. I referenced Maine coons, Lynx and bobcats the most with Bryn here, but he is just a domestic cat.

So, for Karliah (same with all elves tbh) I wanted big ol’ ears, I feel like I could have made them bigger but I decided against it because I didn’t want them to be in the way too much (might change that later though). She is also mostly back cat because I felt it was simple and cute (I have a black kitty and I love her). It’s also not shown here much but she’d have pretty short fur, and a thin and small build, think 10lbs/4.5kg.

Karliah’s tail is shortened and broken (a painless break, the kind that happened as a baby) as to go with ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ deal.

did a more meme-y sketch in this one, I was in a goofy mood and thought it funny how quick both Brynjolf and the Last Dragonborn were to just accept selling their souls.

I imagine all Dunmer would have black or dark grey base coats and those that are tabbies to have them be lighter than the base, so for example a black cat with white stipes or grey with red stripes. They, and all elves will be mostly based on the Oriental Long/short hair cats because of their big ol’ ears and narrow faces but I’ll take creative liberties of course.

Last in this batch is Mercer Frey, I redesigned him at least 8 times, first he was solid grey+ Tuxedo pattern, then he was a dilute grey tabby, then a spotted tabby before I settled on a colorpoint because he was said to be “high born” and coming from a wealthy family, and I was like “hey, colorpoints are fancy cat coats and I can see a rich and powerful family wanting to breed that into their line” and thus Colorpoint Mercer was decided on. I knew 100% I wanted him to be grey because of the whole “grey fox” fan thing he has going on in the game

Seems like every time I would get near him in my playthough, any playthough of Skyrim actually, he’d look at me like I just spat in his drink so I tried to capture that here. Also the Knife cat meme because I thought it fit him.

he doesn’t have a tail because he doesn’t deserve one it’s with the ‘all Nightingales have fucked up tails’ bit.

I also wanted to share my ideas for weapons (still no clue how to do bows) but swords, great swords and daggers, would be little gauntlets made of the specific type of metal that go on the paws, and they would range in size and weight depending on the weapon its based on, so great swords would be huge metal claws while daggers would just be apart of a little leather glove that wraps around the paws. Lots of good ideas cooking up in my Autistic little mind lmao /pos.

I imagine all Bretons will just look like the average street cat, standard issue cats if you will, the common domestic short/long hair, probably have the most diversity in fur patterns and the like.

So that’s what I was able to get done in about about a few hours (with frequent breaks and work in between) A lot of the time was looking at both official art, fanart and the in-game models to get a good sense on the personality (both fandom and canon) and seeing what I can convert more easily to a non-humanoid design, a lot of shape language practice because I like shapes :3

I have a Solid design down for Ulfric but I wanted to do batches with like characters, so all Thieves guild girlies with each other and so all Civil War Girlies with each other, some might be drawn in pairs as well, like Hadvar + Ralof or Vilkas + Farkas.

[kakusu-shipping]

May I request a viktor humphries x reader

You absolutely can and I do hope you do not mind but I am going to use this one as an excuse to write down some soft Yandere Viktor Humphries thoughts

Just a bit of Practice

Vikor Humphries X GN!Reader (Reader in Bea's place as a Rancher)

In which the Slimeulation works as intended

Viktor's fingers made rapid movements across his keyboard, filling in lines and lines of code, running them, and then deleting them to replace with better strings. He'd been working on his Simulation, Slimeulation, of the neighboring ranches for years now. To help his fellow ranchers, of course, keep track of slime migration patterns, weather, highly populous areas where Tar are most likely to occur, and possibly rare slime spawns.

That was the original intent of the Slimeulation, at least.

Now, instead of mapping and charting all of his neighbor's land, he focused in on one, making absolutely sure he got down every detail of their land.

One may think he chose their ranch to simulate because it happened to be the most bio diverse, spawning nearly every time of slime, chicken, fruit, and vegetable known on the Far Far Range.

One may also assume he mapped out the entirety of their land without the new owner's knowledge to study the Ancient Ruins hidden deep in the property behind two locked Slime Doors, perhaps to unlock the secret of possible Far Far Range Natives long extinct.

Perhaps he was studying the near perfect weather conditions, or the abundance of materials hidden in the Dry Reef, or the spawn rate of rare bewildering Slimes such Twinkle Slimes and Party Gordos.

All of these assumptions would be wrong, however, as Viktor had gotten all that information by studying along side the previous owner, Hobson Twillgers, who had sense sold his property to move on to green pastures.

So then what, one may ask, was Viktor Humphries obsession with this particular ranch?

"Oh! Hello, Viktor." A voice greeted as the scientist, and amateur musician, booted up his Slimeulation for the 227th time today. He'd get it right this time he thought to himself as he pulled on his simulation goggles and entered his perfectly engineered world.

The first thing he saw as the simulation loaded in around him was the reason for his obsessive mapping of the ranch, perfect sculpting and detailing of the dried old reef and overgrown Slime Forest.

You.

You, oh you, oh so glorious you, with your ranching gear and vac pack and a large straw hat for the sun. You smiled over your shoulder at Viktor, a Tabby Slime held comfortably in your arms.

Even knowing it was a simulation, that you weren't really standing there, smiling brighter than the sun just for Viktor, greeting him like he was any old somebody you talked to daily, Viktor's cheeks burned red, his throat dried out, and he begun to ring his hands.

"H...Hey..." He'd practiced with you, this you, over and over to be more causal. Breaking down his usual Greetings and Salutations for a much more relaxed "Hey", sometimes a "Hello". One time a "Sup", that had not gone over well, as far as the data showed.

"Hey." You chuckled at him, releasing the Tabby you'd been holding loose into the corral filled with other grey cat-like slimes, who all proceeded to pounce the new guy. "What's up? I don't think you've ever actually visited me before."

He had, many times. You, this you, just didn't remeber. They'd been reset after every failed attempt. Days, Months, one time a year of simulated bonding wasted, down the drain, because of one little slip up, an argument, a miscommunication, a glitch in the code. Not this time. You'd be perfect this time.

"I thought it time I properly introduce myself." Viktor spoke, a little more clearly this time, "In... Person...." He trailed.

You hummed and tilted your hat back, looking up at Viktor. Despite knowing it wasn't really the real you, Viktor still felt the need to avoid eye contact, tangling his wingers together as you examined him, a trait that bled through every update, and though it put him on edge every time, he put up with it, for accuracy. For you.

You beamed and took a large, nearly falling down large, step forward, taking Viktor's hand in yours, "Well you'd be the first, you know! Not even Twilligers came back to meet me face to face, ya know. Guess that's why we move out to the Far Far Range, huh, to get space."

Viktor resisted every urge to grab you, to hold and hug and kiss you. This may be a simulation but there were still boundaries, rules. He had to work back up to that, even if he had it just yesterday.

"How 'bout some tea? I got cookies and jam too." You offered, turning tail and walking confidently to the small home plopped dead center in the middle of your ranch.

Viktor flexed his hand, the one you'd been holding moments ago. He slightly cursed himself for forgetting to take his gloves off. He then took a steadying breath, and followed you, "I-I wouldn't want to impose..."

He would, and he had, previously. But you'd always reacted better, insisted he stayed longer, when he hesitated to join you in the first place.

"No imposition, it'd be nice to have someone around for a bit." You stopped on the stairs to your home and looked back at Viktor, he rung his hands, avoiding eye contact, and continued to hesitate, just a little longer... just until you offered- "I've got Royal Jelly~"

Viktor snapped to look at you, eyes shining with interest. The look on your face made his ears burn as he quickly looked away, "W-Well, if- if you're offering..."

You smiled and turned, heading into your small home, making a call back for him to come on in, make himself at home.

Usually Viktor would be right on your heels into your small home. He would close the door behind himself, and bask in the gentle warmth of it all. He'd stare at your unmade bed by the window, the torn and hand mended pink slime plush. He'd be overwhelmed by your scent, taking a seat at your small ranch table, commenting on the fire slime sat snugly in the stove, keeping the room warm.

Yes, normally Viktor would be enjoying a lovely cup of herbal tea with an entire honey plort melted into it and a toasted bagel with royal jelly across from you, oh so sweet and radiant you by now. Instead he was staring at a pink slime that didn't quiet look right.

He watched it move much more artificially than the rest of the slimes, almost short teleporting rather than the usual gliding his slimes did. It appeared pixelated around the edges, jagged and harsh like glass, nothing like a slime should be.

Then it touch a pole, and that pole was gone, replaced with black nothingness that, like the slime, was horridly jagged at the edges.

Viktor shot up right at the sudden void he was facing. He took a step to the left, and despite his movement he stilled faced the broken nothingness dead on. He circled it, and it remained perfectly flat and ahead of him.

"Viktor?" You stepped back out of the house, seeking what was taking your visitor so long. You didn't seem to react to the broken world. Perhaps you were incapable of seeing it, being a part of the Slimeulation yourself.

"Ah, s-sorry I..." Viktor looked at the broken space again, then began to type on his wrist keyboard, "I a-actually have something urgent I need to get to..."

"Oh.." You sounded so incredibly disappointing, and Viktor wanted nothing more than to stay, or perhaps take you with him. But he couldn't. This you wasn't real. He had to remember that. "Alright.. Maybe.. next time?"

Viktor nodded, and pushed off the simulation goggles just as the machine shut down.

He leaned back into his chair, something was eating away his code, mostly the landscape, some of the slime's behavior patterns, and large chunks of textures.

You, or the data that made up the Slimeulation version of you, were safe. Triple encoded and backed up four times over. You'd be fine, and as soon as he got this strange glitch figured out, he'd be back to have that sweet honey tea and royal jelly bagel in your little too warm but just the right size home.

It wouldn't take long, Viktor Humphries, lord of jinxing himself, thought as he got up and stretched. He'd been working on the Simulation for hours, and his drones could only keep the lab running on their own for so long.

He'd get up, refill their water, check on his slimes and his research, perhaps put up a call on the range exchange, see if you, the real you, respond. How wonderful that would be, to get something from you, from your ranch, so far yet so near.

Viktor Humphries let out a long sigh as he stretched out his arms above his head. As soon as the simulation was perfect, as soon as he was ready, he'd go to your ranch, your real ranch, and have tea with the real you.

He just needs a bit more practice.

[arsonstick]

haha i made (very very rudimentary) scug genetics

its all appearance based for now, but if this gets enough interest i might do more traits!

under cut cause long

coat length:   for coat lengh, short fur is dominant. most scugs will have a short coat      coat length is also linked to how ‘slimy’ their fur is (I hc they have dense fur like otters, with a slime to help them slide thru pipes and stuff easier), with shorter fur having more slime colors:   similar to the parent’s hues     if the pup’s color is vastly different from the parents (e.x. a blue pup born to orange parents) they have the recessive gene.       this gene does not display heterogeneity (I.e. a slugcat can look normal but be a carrier for a color change) coat patterns:   typically striped, although for some colors it doesn’t appear (like reverse orange cats)     striped is dominant, ‘broken’ stripes (like surv) is the heterogeneous pattern, and a solid coat is recessive   blankets/capes are somewhat linked to stripes. solid coated scugs have more layers, while striped scugs only have one usually   colorpoint patterns work like they would in cats   the underbelly appears regularly, although it may be faint or broken into a pattern green, purple, and blue slugcats typically don’t have stripes red, yellow, and orange slugcats typically do white and black slugcats can have either   ^ white/black scugs function like black tabbies irl, where the stripes/cape is the actual color and they are a lighter/darker shade of the color

[warriorssurvivalandstuff]

My Omori catify nonsense.

Aubrey, Basil, Mari Hero, Sunny, Kel

Aubrey: Black amber tortie Basil: Fawn calico Mari: Black smoke Hero: Chocolate golden marbled tabby Sunny: Black with low white Kel: Red classic tabby, minimal white

Design notes (extremely long, image heavy, and fancy cat patterns heavy) and concepts under cut.

Aubrey is based off non-agouti (genetically solid) black amber, made tortoiseshell. Amber is a trait in the Norwegian Forest breed which causes most of the cat to change colour from black/browns to a red/orangish colour starting at around three months old. Using this to drastically change her look somewhat suitably for the timeskip, because just using hair dye is boring. As for why tortoiseshell, she gets associated with fire a lot and for "scars/wounds", which the red splotches are styled to resemble, meant to give her a tough look. There might be something in how they're less distinct post-colour change. The red end of her tail vaguely resembles Basil's. Stripes on the tail curve towards the tip like flames. For non-colour features, she has spiky lines and ear tufts. The tufts are red for the fire look. Maybe I should've just gone with orange eyes instead of yellow but I wanted to them all to have different colours, and Kel had to get orange. Yellow works fine enough for fire and is the cartoon star colour, starry eyed in (more) youth.

Onto Basil, he's a fawn calico, fawn, cream, and white. Cream is an obvious choice to match his blond hair, while the fawn is meant to resemble dead moss as a mirror to his headspace design, and I did just basically copy his hair over directly. Not too pleased with it. Dewclaws and the bottom of his paws are also free of white for green thumbs/muddy look. The fawn end of his tail vaguely resembles Aubrey's as said above. Also fun fact, tortoiseshell/calico cats cannot be AMAB without some sort of mutation or chimerism. While I did not mistake him for a girl, a ton of people did so I thought I'd carry it over here. Broken mackerel stripes for the tendrils his Something has, and his tail stripes slant towards the tip like leaf venation. The high degree of white was mostly to not have mottling (look, I try to go for as much realism as I can), it was just about the generic bicolour pattern until I thought to spike up the flank region as Something's teeth and to stick a daisy above his left eye. His fur is arranged to look like a perpetually soaked creature, and his ear tufts also droop. Some fur on his back curls like dicot sprouts and his weird hair tufts.

Kel gets two designs as well, not because of some colour change shenanigans, but my indecision. One is chocolate tortoiseshell classic tabby and the other forgoes the chocolate, being just red classic tabby. The mix of brown and orange evokes orange joe, more brown above since it looks like espresso floats on orange juice and like a tan, and I did mistake him for a girl at first. But I wanted to have Aubrey and Basil match in being the only torties, as a sibling theme (headcanon). Classic tabby for the signature bullseye pattern, ballin'. Being tortoiseshell also allows me to draw actual basketballs on him, even if I only did it for the flank one. Honestly the rest of the tortie mottling is just random, not planning on replicating them accurately ever. He has very small amounts of white, the toes and locket. It's meant to reflect his jersey and sneakers' white patterns. His line style/fur tufts are round like his hair.

As for Hero, he is a chocolate golden marbled tabby. Golden because he's the golden child. If Kel is tortoiseshell, they match by being chocolate. Marbled tabby allows me to crudely draw roses with nigh 0 reproducibility plus rosettes, instead of just rosetted tabby. The roses are on his flank and one upright on his foreleg. It is also classic tabby with the Bengal modifier, so he and Kel match here, tortie or not. His fur tufts come in threes, like his hair. Crimson chin when stylised.

Sunny is very basic for his colours, just a solid black with (unusual) white spotting. Mewo dictated he and Mari be black cats. His white is placed more deliberately, a cloud on the head, collar and socks that reflect his clothing, and the rest completes the tuxedo look. The fact that his muzzle and collar line up to look like Something was unplanned but welcome. His eyes are sun coloured. Based his build off of Oriental Shorthairs for the scrawniness. The end of his tail splits into two tufts to reflect his weird hair tufts.

Last but not least, Mari who is a black smoke. Like Sunny, she is solid black. It's got the ghostly quality and when tabby stripes are visible on smokes, they're called ghost markings. She has those on her face, very unsubtly music staff with two semiquaver notes. The gene that causes smoke in solid cats turns tabbies into silver tabbies, so she is in a way, silver, matching Hero's golden. Her fur style is smoke/vapour, the ghostly quality again. She also has the Oriental headshape to match Sunny. I considered having her be silver shaded instead for the white dress spirit Mari is pictured in but that would make her and Sunny look very different. Included as an alt, anyway.

All of them together. The base here (and above) is by Reevees on DA.

Old concepting headshots, dates a few years back. They have the different versions of Kel and Aubrey. Sunny and Mari are kept just about the same, while the others have more notable changes.

Headspace full designs will come in some time... three years? Dunno. Hero's palette will change completely.

Old line styling test, only Aubrey, Basil, and Sunny. Older and young.

[edwardpinestar]

What breed of cat is Puss in Boots?

Interestingly enough, tabby cats are not, actually, a breed of cat. Tabby cats [distinctive for their stripes, swirls, dots, generally with an uppercase M like pattern on the forehead] are like tuxedo cats. It purely refers to their fur markings, rather than being an actual breed. A quick google search reveals the answer to this question that, as a general consenes, Puss is a British Shorthair. Which, does make sense! He does greatly resemble them. However, I believe there to be a bit more to it than that. I believe him to be a British Shorthair Ragdoll mix.

Take a look at this screenshot of PiB:TLW;

You can see here, he has the rounded face that a BS usually has. However, most BS's have uniform, smooth fur [first image below]. Puss, on the other hand, has quite a few stray hairs, not too unlike a ragdoll [second image below].

As you can see, he's not quite a match for either. He has scraggliness like a ragdoll, but not the the same extent of one, and has the same rounded face of a B Shortie. This could be chalked up to him simply not grooming himself as much, or him being an outdoor cat. I would disagree.

Meet Charlie. He's a ragdoll/[unknown] tuxedo tabby mix. What is his father? No one knows. He's a full grown, 2 yr old cat, and has the same scraggliness to his face that Puss does, and the same relative smoothness to the rest of his body that Puss does. His mother was a ragdoll, who we believe to be pure-bred, or at least pure-bred passing. Puss's fur reminds me greatly of Charlie's, given the fly-aways seen when close-up, and the uniformity seen when further away. Then, take into consideration- the beard.

Just gonna knock this out of the way- cats don't grow beards. Cat hair grows to a certain point, dependent on their genes, and then falls out. That's how we have shorthairs, medium hairs and longhairs. It's also why you don't need to shave a cat unless for medical reasons. And, I understand that the beard was almost definitely put is as a visual representation of the depression Puss is going through, and shows he's let go of himself in the wake of having his place in the world dislodged. It was also used as a funny gag and bonding moment [the removal]. However, I have brainrot, so we're going to use it to support our theories! The beard suggests that, for whatever reason, Puss regularly shaves his fur down. That tells us two things; one, he can't be full British Shorthair otherwise he wouldn't do that, and two, he purposly did not shave his chin while at Mama Luna's while shaving the rest of him, which begs the question: Why? Why did you shave the rest of you but not your beard? But it is totally believeable that he'd shave the rest of his fur, but not his beard, because look at this!

This is his beard at Mama Luna's! It's disgusting! It's unbrushed and a mess, but just a few scenes, later, his beard is brushed, showing that not brushing/grooming it was a conscience choice he made, for whatever reason [most likely being too depressed to have the energy or will to do so] [He likely groomed it after as he was going somewhere and would be perceived by people outside of thsoe he lives with- something I often do due to my own depression yet physcial insecurites]. So I think it's totally believable he'd shave the rest of his body, for whatever reason he has to do that, but leave the beard because he wasn't bothered and could deal with the itchiness until the rest of him/the beard was tidied up. Then, look at this;

This is Puss right after being towel dried. Fluff ball, pom-pom of a baby. Where does all this fur go, though? Why, it makes his face rounder, and whatever gets too long is shaved off. Judging by his appearance when he arrives at Mama Luna's, he hasn't washed in a bit, and the journey must've taken at least a day or so, as he escapes at night, and arrives at Mama Luna's at about what can be considered mid-day, though it is hard to tell with the rain. Cat hair grows back quite fast, in my personal experiences, so it wouldn't surprise me if he needs to shave near daily to keep his fur the length it is. All of this combined is why I believe Puss to be part Ragdoll- and then combining in his British Shorthair leads to the natural answer of; Puss in Boots is a British Shorthair Ragdoll mix.

Now you may be asking, 'Pinestar, how is this in anyway, shape or form important?' To that I say, it's not, I have just wasted your time, have a very good day all who read this far. *Sorry for the poor screenshot quality, I was struggling greatly to find good ones, as Amazon Prime, what I own PiB:TLW on, does not allow me to take screenshots. Wildly unfair, given I bought it for about $30 AUD. Let me take screenshots of my blorbo, Amazon.

[afuntimepartyy]

see i named them team sol because sol dimension and then soleanna haha tehee

Same disclaimer as last time!! this is more like fitting them into a feral cat design but in oc fasion, these are in no way trying to be realistic cat designs!!! with that out of the way!! i present to you, team sol! (not an actual team id give them i think. but i was suggested to design marine next and i went why not silver and blaze too lmao) 

like in the team dark, these would ALSO be their height differences in design too, and each had their own little bits to why i designed them how i did! i tried to keep aspects from their original designs in some places, like blazes gloves translated to just being actual fur bits on her, and marines marking scarf supposed to represent her outfit in a simple fasion! i think the only one i had a breed of cat in mind was with silver being mixed with SOME sort of oriental shorthair and having a bit of it in them! going into detail again with each indiviual design too! and picking apart my thoughts for em a bit below it!  (these are mixes of personal designs and original designs) 

marine!!  -kept some of her original species traits in the similarity with the tail and ears (slightly) and some markings (also slightly)  -scarf/bandana based off the green in her outfit!! also it complements wonderfully with the orange me thinks  -some of the markings vaguely are supposed to look like waves or water! to vague at her abilities in canon and also just. sol as a whole -something made me look at marine and say she’d be a very round shaped cat, i think thats the only way i can explain that lmao

silver!!  -long and lanky, personal design is just supposed to be skinny and scrawny, tried to get that across- if silvers fluffiness wasnt there it’d probably be more obvious  -scars on legs are meant to vague the markings on their hands and wrists in the original design, and also the idea that theres just hidden markings that only show up when using abilities- so vagues that idea too in their shape  -a mix of my 06 designs markings and fur shape while also having my personal designs colors and patterns too!  -the neck fur trails off like the 06 chest fur does on silver  -different colored eyes to reference both designs for silver, different eye colors n what not

blaze!! -while keeping it slightly grounded, i still wanted her to be purple... so made her a silver tabby before tinting it purple, made a more saturated version too to a closer to her in game closers (vaguely)  -fur on front legs representing her gloves!!! as well as the fur on her back legs representing her shoes fur too.  -honestly, this design takes ALOT more from personal design than anything, but the tabby will make sense later on in another design i plan to do whenever they are requested lmao 

+ more saturated blaze!!! with more defined purple :] 

[langflores22]

Some Impressive Elements of Calico Cats

All pet cats are bewitching, however no one can refute the unique sophistication of the calico feline. These felines are so popular that they likewise include their very own collection of intriguing truths. As an example, you may have examined more than when: Are all calico animal cats woman? Get the solution and also much more calico family pet cat realities listed here! Calico isn't a kind-- it's a pattern. Comparable to tabby pet cats, "calico" is usually wrong for a type of feline kind. Calico describes the tri-colored hair pattern that some felines exhibit. In its many basic kinds, this tri-colored pattern refers to white, black, as well as orange; nevertheless, variations with lotion, reddish-brown, as well as grey-blue tones also take place. Both short-haired as well as additionally long-haired pet cats can have the calico pattern. Are all calico felines woman? 99.9% are Of all the calico feline truths on our listing, this seems the most like a myth-- nonetheless, it isn't! Mainly, all calico felines are women. This is considering that their tri-coloring is connected to the X chromosome. In extremely uncommon instances-- concerning one calico feline in every 3,000-- pet cats can have an added X chromosome, called XXY Problem. These calico felines are male; nonetheless, they are constantly sterilized as well as typically tend to have a host of diseases because of their genetic abnormalities. In also rarer instances, a male calico can be a "feline chimera," where two embryos combine in utero to establish one pet. These men are plentiful, indicating that he should be still neutered if you have a male calico! Calico as well as additionally tortoiseshell are not the similar point. Some people make use of the terms calico and also tortoiseshell (tortie) reciprocally, yet they describe 2 unique patterns. The primary distinction between a calico as well as a tortie is the areas of white. Calico felines have white areas, while a tortie is more most likely to show a melding of black as well as orange tones, with little to no white coloring. Particular cat types are extra most likely to be calico. We've currently established that calico animal felines are not a kind-- and additionally, because of this, can't be recreated! Well, not just that: As defined formerly, the ultra-rare man calico cat is virtually always disinfected. Nevertheless, particular feline types are most likely to provide with the calico pattern. These types contain the American Shorthair, British Shorthair, Cornish Rex, Devon Rex, Exotic Shorthair, Japanese Bobtail (a lot a lot more on that particular specific listed here!), Maine Coon, Norwegian Timberland Pet Cat, Persian, Scottish Layer, and also Turkish Angora/Van. They're a widely known figurine. Another of our favored calico felines realities is the existence of a really famous calico that has made it through centuries to wind up being a common pet feline figurine all over. It is Maneki Neko, similarly called "the lucky pet feline." This figurine highlights a seated cat-- typically a calico Japanese Bobtail-- with one upright paw, which is claimed to generate the very best of good luck, wealth, as well as success. If you have actually not observed it in the past, you'll start to see this amulet all over-- in store home windows, restaurants, as well as additionally homes. Calico felines are all the best allures in many cultures. Calico family pet cats work as an all the very best beauty past Maneki Neko. For example, they are often called "cash cats" in the U.S.A.. This is since people think that calico cats bring best of luck to their owners. (This is potentially an offspring of "the fortunate cat.") It's likewise stated that Japanese anglers brought calico family pet felines onto their ships to protect them from harsh tornados (ghosts!). In addition to according to Irish mythology, you can heal moles by rubbing a calico feline's tail on the affected area-- yet simply throughout May. (We do not suggest that a person!). The calico is the state feline of Maryland. Inevitably, the last of our calico pet cat realities concerns Maryland's state, that made the calico pet cat its main state feline in 2001! The calico feline was selected because it shares the very same coloring as Maryland's state bird-- the Baltimore oriole-- and also the state pest-- the Baltimore Checkerspot butterfly. We hope you have actually delighted in looking into these calico feline truths as high as we took enjoyment in collecting them. And if you have a calico feline by yourself, we wish she brings you all the good fortune worldwide! chicken soup cat food

[stinginthetalehalimekaraca]

Variations and Inspiration

Strangely enough, these 2 characters were the ones that I struggled with the most. To help myself decide what to do with them, I made each one 4 variations that I nominated as the best to chose from.

The Cat

This character in particular gave me a lot of trouble. The amount of cats I have seen in animated movies, books and shows having the same look and personality made it kind of overwhelming to chose something that would seem different and unique.

My main inspiration for the cats body was Mittens from the Disney film Bolt. She has a skinny body, a long tail, and a big head with very expressive eyes. Their personalities would also be quite similar.

However, since my story would have a Halloween setting, having a black/tuxedo cat seemed very cliché. In my drawing (no.1), I tried to add a bit more white to a tuxedo and make it look a bit more original, but it still seemed too common.

Quite similar to that is Silvester from Looney Tunes or Butch from Tom&Jerry. This seems to be a usual trope for this specific pelt colouring. In the end I decided to not use this one.

For my second design (no.2) I mixed a brown and ginger tabby. My inspirations for this were Garfield and Puss In Boots. I think second to Black/Tuxedo cats, the most common ones are the orange tabbies.

As I said, I tried to make mine more unique by adding a few brown spots here and there. I actually really liked this design but I felt like the orange fur would take away from one of my main characters which has an orange head, and I already decided that I wanted each character to have a different colour palette or at least different enough to not clash with one another.

Another reason is that I feel like this particular colour works a lot more well for heroic, main protagonists, which this particular character is not.

For my third version (no 3), I came back to Tom&Jerry and Garfield, but this time, I chose to inspire from Tom and Nermal's character designs. Between the 2 of them, I think these 2 characters sum up what I had in mind for my design in the most accurate way. Very mean, sarcastic, a know-it-all and grumpy.

I also think that these are the only 2 grey cats I can think of that I have ever seen in cartoons so this makes it a lot easier to have a good design that has not been overused.

And lastly, for my forth version (no.4) I created a calico cat. While I was researching this type of cats, I also found out that they seem to be a lot more prone to aggressive behaviour towards other cats/breed, which I thought would work very well for my character as a subtle detail.

I have never seen this particular colour pattern to ever be used in any cartoons/shows books but unfortunately I very quickly came to the realisation that It would be pretty difficult to use this design due to it's complexity.

In the end, I think my safest option is to go with no 3. I think that is a nice mix between a unique enough looking design and how it ties to my character's personality.

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

AOT Preference: Dogs

a/n: first time doing a preference in awhile, but I want to specifically say DO NOT EVER get an animal you are not completely prepared to care for. animals are animals and will act as animals do. if they act out that’s not on them, that’s on you. animals need to be in forever homes, and it’s your responsibility to create a suitable environment for them and to not put them in situations where they could potentially be harmed or harm others. know your animal, know their comfort zone, know their needs. don’t take an animal on unless you’re ready to parent a child that never grows up for 15+ years. be responsible pet parents!

edit: just realized I used she/her for Hange so I fixed it. apologies to all my nb folks!

masterlist

Annie Leonhart

Our girl Annie would have a Siberian Husky. Strong, agile, hyperactive and able to trek long distances, they’d be perfectly suited for one another. You would be invited to tag along, of course, but you would have to keep up, lest you fall victim to the whines of an overly dramatic husky who desperately wants you to get a move on.

Armin Arlert

English Springer Spaniel, for sure. He’d fall in love with their soft coat, and their size would make them the perfect lapdog for reading, and taking long walks outside... to do more reading. Definitely a bonus that they fit comfortably between you two in bed at night, and a bonus that their little tail looked oh so very precious when it wagged!

Bertholdt Hoover

A gentle giant himself, Bertie would end up getting a Great Dane. Unlike Reiner, he’s a lot better at managing his thoughts and feelings about their study abroad trip to Paradis gone wrong. All he needs is his gigantic lapdog and you, his adoring partner. Sometimes he’d pass out on the dog in the middle of a cuddle session, and the patient thing would stare at you with pleading eyes, waiting until Bertholdt finally woke up to escape from being stuck in his arms for another hour.

Colt Grice

Colt would get a pair of Dalmatians, one for each of you. He loves their spots, their sleek build, and their energetic, yet quiet temperaments. Picket fence and all, Colt would want the happy home life!

Connie Springer

Connie would insist on having two dogs, so they don’t get lonely when you’re away from the house. He would bring home a pair of puppies with floppy ears that were adorable - an American Foxhound and an American English Coonhound. To Connie, their howls at all hours of the day, only ceasing when he falls asleep, is absolutely glorious, but to his neighbors, it’s a sign they need to invest in earplugs. Sasha would regularly steal the pair away from you so she had a full squad to go hunting with, which you wouldn’t mind since they liked the trips and got their energy out that way.

Eren Yeager

Much like how Eren picks his friends, so too, would he pick his pets. Not caring much for pedigrees, nor where a dog came from, Eren would get a shelter mix pup, probably one that’s older and been sitting there for longer. He’d sense a kinship between them - two beings looking for peace, and they’d find it in one another. The dog being absolutely adorable in every way would only be a bonus.

Erwin Smith

Commander Erwin would have a wolf-dog hybrid. He’d find the creature out in the woods, abandoned by their mother, and see the strength in their limbs despite their fear, and their resolve to survive. He would take them on as his own and together, they’d be the perfect pair of leaders, alphas in their own rights. When you became the alpha female of the household, the little beastie took to you right away, hoping that maybe you would be the one to finally grant their wish of feeding them off your plate. Of course, you never did it, because that would be irresponsible! At least, you’d parrot what Erwin said until he was gone for the day. Then, if a few bites every week fell on the floor by some magic mistake, well, who else was gonna clean it up?

Hange Zoë

Hange would have a fox! They’d be so interested by their behavior, they’d end up testing them and doing fun (and very humane) experiments on them, like exposing them to different foods, toys and puzzles, to see how they’d react. Foxes aren’t a regular pet, and they’d be fully aware of that and even over prepared to care for them, doing research years ahead of time until they felt completely ready to take one on. Needless to say, you’d be fascinated by them, but would insist Hange keep a separate, pee-proof space for the little creature they rescued so long ago. As cute as they were, you preferred your house not be ruined by their inability to potty train.

Historia Reiss

Historia would intend to get a small dog. What she would end up with, however, would not be a small dog. She would fall in love with the warm, kindly brown eyes of a giant and adopt a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog right then and there, no hesitation. In the end, it would all work out. You couldn’t always be beside her in bed, but she was always guaranteed to have an enormous lapdog by her side at all times - her protector in the throne room, her helper on the farm, and her body pillow at night. Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a hundred-pound puppy sleeping on you?

Jean Kirstein

Jean would have a German Shepherd. He adopted them when he first wanted to join the Military Police, but after he changed his mind, he still cared enough to train his dog as militantly as he was trained. It actually helped him soften up a bit (which ended up catching your attention in the end), and who wouldn’t? With those big brown eyes and floppy ears, it’s hard to resist the urge to sweet talk... and maybe, just maybe slip one or two scraps of meat under the table. No one will notice, right? Other than you, of course, who notices everything, because Jean has never been good at hiding things from you.

Levi Ackerman

We all know Levi is a clean freak and would never want a small dog that does nothing other than bark. He’d have a Standard Poodle, probably an apricot color. They’re smart, good hunters, and most importantly, non-shedding! They also are very sweet, not unlike our Captain (even if he’s good at hiding it). The one thing he wouldn’t expect, however, would be to find a trouble maker in his home. Stolen shoes, stolen ties, stolen cravats, even - somehow they would all wind up somewhere his sweet dog seemed to frequent, but they were clever enough not to be caught, so what could he do?

Marcel Galliard

A chocolate lab! They’re sweet and adventurous, as well as protective, and are absolute cuties. Marcel would love having a fluffy companion, and would take his Labrador on long hikes every weekend.

Marco Bott

Marco loves to look forward to the future, and he’d love to experiment with a newer breed of dog. The Catahoula caught his eye with their well-muscled body, and your excitement over their coat pattern sealed the deal. When you both realized just how much energy they had, you ended up joining Annie and Marcel on their hikes and volunteering your pup for hunting trips with Sasha, so they weren’t up all night long playing.

Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa is the only person out of this bunch that wouldn’t get a dog - she’d have two cats, at least one being a brown tabby. Mikasa’s so dedicated to her work that she wouldn’t see herself as a person with enough time for dogs, but she wouldn’t mind caring for two soft kitties who curled up on either side of you two every night, even if they somehow always managed to have their butts in your faces when you woke up. Cats have a way of doing that.

Pieck Finger

Pieck would own a Weimaraner. Curious, cute, and a standout, they both fit the mold of “dogs and owners who look alike” with their deep, inquisitive eyes and playful, loving natures.

Porco Galliard

Like Porco, Pitbulls can appear tough and menacing on the outside. Also like Porco, pitbulls are just big babies who want to be loved on. He’d likely already have one before you two fell for each other, and his pit would see the loving nature in you and start coming to you for snuggles - which might have made Porco feel left out, if he wasn’t always in the middle of it.

Reiner Braun

Pomeranian. This man has seen some shit, and what better form of comfort than you and a tiny puffball with googly eyes? Fortunately, his Pomeranian would be unusually mellow, understanding he relied on their calm to maintain his own headspace after everything that’s happened.

Sasha Braus

Sasha would get an Irish Setter and an English Setter. She would take her dogs on hunting trips to help her track down animals, and when they got home she’d sit up for a cuddle with her two favorite pups and her favorite partner, you. Cocoa after a long day of hard work is fantastic.

Ymir

Everybody knows that Ymir wouldn’t intend to have a dog. She wouldn’t want anything or anyone to depend on her, but one day, when a band of strays would come around her apartment and try to attack her, another random dog would come from out of nowhere, fight them, and chase the rest of the pack off. Upon seeing the heroic dog injured, Ymir would feel indebted and take them in. Just until they healed, of course - then, it would be off to the local shelter for them. But then, you would drop by for a visit and the dog would love all over you. And then, Ymir would keep waking up finding the dog had managed to crawl into her bed and sleep next to her every night. And then, one thing after another, Ymir’s heart would soften just enough to let the scroungy stray who saved her life have a spot, right next to the spot reserved for you, and your family of two would grow to be a family of three. And then, you would find a puppy on the side of the road and take them home to Ymir after you moved in with her, and your family of three would grow to be a family of four. And then, when the puppy grew up, Ymir would find her laying in a closet with a litter of semi-scroungy-looking pups, and your family of four would become a family of five, six, seven, eight... and so on.

Zeke Yeager

Zeke has wavy golden locks, and so do golden retrievers. They’re also both incredibly cute, sweet, and popular. Need I say more? Fine, if I have to convince you. They also both have very kissable, kind, and meddlesome faces. Don’t tell me you don’t see it there!

[themagicalmysticalboy]

PLEASE do that bob&george oneshot there's barely any content for them I love your stuff!!! :D

a/n: in which George and Bob Dylan are v e r y high on acid. this is technically closer to what a shroom high is like as opposed to an acid high but who cares abt semantics, right?

You've Really Got A Hold On Me

The flower pattern on the wall was doubling and tripling into a never-ending spiral, budding and blossoming in the blink of an eye. John joking and making the intimate circle of people laugh brought the wallpaper’s movements to a slow end. George took in a deep breath, grounding himself. Brian was to his right with his knees to his chest. Cynthia fell to his left, cuddled up against John. Leaving George directly in front of his friend.

They all sat around on the floor as the party around them went on. George wasn’t quite sure what John said but the flame of Cynthia’s lighter dancing strangely as she lit a spliff was enough to have him giggling. A wave-like sensation followed and tumbled through his body pleasantly. His fingers were a retreating tide, stretching impossibly long as he fiddled with a tune on the guitar only to come back to normal. He curled and uncurled his toes, feeling them roll like a carpet being put into storage. His whole body could be a rolled-up carpet for all he knew. Wouldn’t that be nice? But then again, carpets can’t hear and George was quite enjoying the music at the moment. Someone was playing a familiar song on the piano but the name of it couldn’t be placed.

Before he really understood his thought process, he was standing and his guitar was propped against a chair.

“Where you off to?” John was looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a far-away smile.

“Duh know.” George laughed at the realization and let his feet guide him away.

Enough acid, alcohol, and weed had gone around that the party was nearing its peak. Whose party? At whose house? For what occasion? No clue. The important thing was that it felt warm. And not in an uncomfortable way. More like an excited hug from a long-unseen friend. Vibrantly dressed people filled the room and lined the walls. Some melted into the floor while others didn’t even touch it. Music was still going and Paul’s voice belted lyrics with the tune of the piano. He wasn’t visible in the crowd of people but he sure could be heard.

Swiping a drink from a serving table, George strode through the crowd and ascended a set of wildly painted stairs. Two birds sat together, painting a step with a bottle of sparkling nail polish. They didn’t look up as people passed. They only saw each other as they practically sat in one another’s lap. George rather liked when people did that- got lost in each other. He excused himself to pass and moved along.

At the top of the stairs, a couple rushed into a room in a fit of laughter and kissing. The door slammed behind them as George went by. The sound hit every inch of his body like a brick wall and suddenly the fringed lamps were giving off the worst lighting possible. When he tried to breathe he found that the warm hug had turned into a stranglehold. With the chug of his drink, George took swift strides down the hall. Tension rose in his muscles and tendons with each movement and the lights only got brighter and brighter, threatening to blind him. Finally, he opened the very last door at the very end of the hallway.

New energy from the space calmed him almost immediately. The glow of the lights somehow tasted much kinder in there and no one else was occupying the space, save for a tabby cat.

“You mind the intrusion?” He addressed the cat. It responded with a short meow and settled on the couch, unbothered. “Ta.”

The door clicked closed, sealing in the soft vibes. The art studio he found himself in was covered with finished and half-finished work. One piece still sat at the easel with nothing but a messy black background. Paint and drop cloths cluttered the space around the easel and couch. The floor was a beautiful and giant daisy, splattered with freckles of stray paint. George laid himself down on a delicate white pedal and took in the energy of the room. He felt yellow and orange bursting in his chest and behind his eyes.

There was a rhythmic knocking at the door. It echoed and bounced until it was all George could hear. The muffled chatter and music from the party fell away to the knockknock, knockknock, knock. The orange in his chest fell way to blue which melted into yellow seamlessly. He wasn’t very sure how to respond to the knocking, so he didn’t.

The door creaked open, regardless, and George slowly sat up to find a mess of curly hair on top of a small frame. “Bobby,” He greeted with a toothy grin. “You’ve got to ask the cat if you can stay.”

“Oh, man. Really?” Bob smiled, awkwardly removing the cigarette from between his lips though both hands already held drinks. “Well,” he asked the starring tabby, glancing to George as they both tried not to laugh.

The cat hopped from its resting spot and rubbed against Bob’s trousers. He looked to George to see if he had passed.

“Oi, well, now you have to leave. They like you more than me.”

“Apologies to your ego,” He stated as he sat in the center of the daisy and placed one cup in front of George before taking a sip of his own.

“I’ve got a drink, actually.”

“I’m sure yours isn’t water.”

The green vibrations romped around George and he took up the water appreciatively. “I feel romanced.” And he kind of meant it though his tone made it seem more of a jest.

Bob only hummed, placing his cigarette back between his lips. He leaned back on both hands to stare at the ceiling, casting his features into the soft yellow lighting. Both his legs were laid out flat, one foot on either side of George. “It’s loud down there. I couldn’t feel - see - anything right, you know? The noise was a cloud over my eyes.” Smoke poured from between his lips, delicately floating into the air.

“Mmm, suffocating like.” As Bob rose his head up George realized he hadn’t been seeing right either. A radius of color encapsulated him, dancing softly above his skin. It shimmered around him in an impossible display of greens and yellows. He saw nothing like it when he was downstairs. “Blinding too, yeah.”

“You Beatles are hard to find. You, Ringo, and John, at least. If anything, Paul’s hard to lose.”

George rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. God. He really hadn’t seen anything before this very moment. “Paul’s good for company ‘til he finds a bird to fly off with or gets bored,” he answered listlessly, lost in the explosion of color and energy before him. “Do you see all the colors?” He had to ask, even if it sounded a little silly out loud. “You’re as good as a rainbow.”

Bob gave a youthful grin and tilted his head. New shades of blue and green and yellow spun out from around him. “Yeah. You look like the sun just as it’s rising.”

The flow of energy between them felt magnetic, compelling George to move closer. Once they both occupied the bright yellow center of the daisy- George’s legs overtop of Bob’s thighs- the pull finally settled.

“You think it’s our auras,” he asked as he rested his hands above Bob’s hips.

“All I know is that I can see all of you.” He said as his eyes flicked between George’s eyes and mouth. “I could taste your favorite song on your lips.”

Though he fought to keep a straight face, his lips defied him and curled into a smile. He bit down on his bottom lip in a vain attempt to gain control but quickly gave up. “You think so?”

Bob nodded ever so slightly and cupped the side of George's face. His calloused fingertip gently rubbed his cheekbone. “Can I…?”

They were almost nose to nose already. It took so little effort to close the gap that George barely registered that he had done it at all until their lips grazed and a bolt of lightning struck through his veins, illuminating the room so brightly that George could see the pale yellow through his closed eyes. His fingers curled into the fabric of Bob’s shirt as he pressed into the kiss.

When they parted Bob’s head fell onto his shoulder, his hands circling George to clasp behind his back. “Hold me, please. Hold me, squeeze, hold me, hold me,” He sang softly, his usual folksy vocals nowhere to be found. “You really got a hold on me. I said you really got a hold on me.”

George gave a breathy chuckle and did as the song called for, holding Bob tighter in his arms. “The Miracles. Can never go wrong there.”

Bob raised his head and they kissed again before George repositioned. He tugged Bob along with him until they were both flat on their backs, laying on the same flower pedal, hand in hand.

After a while, Bob pressed his head into George’s. “How long do the colors last?”

“Probably another hour.”

Bob rolled on his side and George turned his head so they could meet eyes. “What even is an hour?”

With a quizzical glance at his own fringe, he surmised, “Somewhere between five seconds and an infinity.”

“Perfect. We’ll lay here ‘til then.”