#tah's feline

[tahthetrickster]

does anybody know how to unlock the last two cats bc i’ve been grinding forever but i haven’t gotten past the first one yet

[myriad-ofmuses]

“ stop being so cute it’s fucking distracting. ” -Kali to Persephone?

The nekomata's ear twitched from the hissed words of her Mistress, green eyes opening with a slow stretch of her arms, her mind a little muddled upon just waking from her doze.

It hadn't been entirely planned on her part, but after an exhausting day following an all-nighter the previous night, she'd more or less dropped in front of the fireplace after a rushed shower, so rushed in fact - that she'd been too tired to redress after the fact.

As such, the typically stoic guardian had been curled - with nothing but her short fur to cover her dignity, asleep on the rug in their shared quarters while her Mistress worked away on something at her desk.

"Mm'cute?"

Came the equally puzzled and sleepy chirp of a reply, pushing herself up off the plush rug with a yawn, white-tipped tail idly thumping to her side while she tried to rub the tire from her aching eyes.

The fire continued to crackle merrily at her side, and the cozy warmth was singing a tantalizing siren song to send the tired feline back into slumber's grasp, if she wasn't careful.

"I'm sorry.. my lady. ah don't.. mean tah.. be a distraction.. cute'r.. otherwise..?"

[gamblinwildcat]

"Mmm, ah' would love tah' just be yeh' cock warmer f' the night. Sit in yeh' lap in th' gold dress yeh' love so much and just have it hiked up enough that it just looks like yeh' showin' off yeh' pretty lap candy like yeh' like tah' do wit yeh' cock just buried in me and no one knowin'."

Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

His ear twitches with the sultry whisper. Posture adjusting for only a moment before a smirk curls effortlessly along those feline features.

"Anytime, baby. Jus' say the word an' I'm all yours~"

[poisonedspider]

[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver’s ears from @hzbinsouled

"Fuck...." Angel practically growled out in return, though his voice sounded like more of a rattle than anything. Curse these unsexy spider genes. He knew that Husk didn't like his feline tendencies, but every sound that was animalistic was something that Angel absolutely adored. Whether it be the soft purrs when Husk was content, or the growls in his ear like right now, he lived for every single one of them.

Angel had his upper set of arms wrapped around the smaller sinner's neck, one of his legs hitched up and looped around Husk's waist. The dress he had been wearing was riding up, the slit exposing just a little too much thigh, which Husk certainly didn't seem to mind as him and his slutty boyfriend had been making out. He knew that they needed to be cautious not to get caught, knowing that the show had recently ended and Valentino could be anywhere. But that almost made it more thrilling.

"Guessin' yeh' liked th' show, handsome?" He cooed, a hand moving up to gently stroke at Husk's ear, a small laugh coming out of his mouth. Happy, joyful, so full of love. "Yeh' know, if yeh' weren't such a critic, yeh' could come out tah' see meh' more often. Ah' love when ah' know yeh' eyes are on meh'."

[endlessly-worldbuilding]

Rashtaleon People

Rashtaleon (rawsh-tah-lay-own) or Leona (Lay-own-uh) are the only intelligent species from the planet Corvos. Leona evolved from a evolutionary branch of feline-predators and developed the traits to walk upright in a savannah/scrub forest habitat similar to human ancestors. The modern society is loosely affiliated with Norland, but does not have a formal planetary government which could officially join the supernation.

Cultural Notes

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Rather than nations the Leona operate as a series of Prides, a lot like clans. Each clan usually has 8-9 large families within it, and young males and females leave the pride to find mates. Traditionally, the females bring new males back to their original pride and raise 1-2 children with their family. Occasionally Prides combine, dissolve, or form.

The people eat a diet of primarily raw meat, fish, and occasional greens and fruits.

An area of several hundred miles will be occupied by a few prides. They are nomadic within the land and have set meeting places and times where they trade with other prides. Elders are chosen to represent prides and they usually gather at these meeting places to discuss politics, trade, and anything else. Other races interested in trade must trade individually with prides.

The homeworld of Corvos is open to immigration, but there is a significant culture clash to incoming immigrants. The presence of only a few established “cities” that are empty for much of the year is a significant difference from many other cultures.

Leona do not have personal names, but usually identify with a class or vocational name. Like a human who only goes by "the chef." This is confusing to outsiders, but Leona use a range of extra signals to clarify the person they mean.

Calendar based around seasons and solstices

Numbering system is base 8

The Leona speak many languages, but most know Common Leona which is a trade pidgin.

Common Leona has flexible grammar and a loose grasp on tense. The language has several ways to avoid redundancy and sentences are short but content rich. The language uses tradition syllabic sounds, but also many natural sounds like clicks, purrs, growls, etc. There are also many outside the range of humans!

Leona use a lot of body language to communicate. Tails, ears, whiskers, and large expressive eyes are useful for conveying emotion.

The Leona writing system is a phonetic alphabet written as a series of lines and dashes along a vertical channel. This suits the making of sign posts and displays.

End Cultural Notes.

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[scuddle-bubble101]

So plan on getting up anytime soon?

And really? Sparkle toes? Whatev my nickname is kitty

"heheh~ I know. Not a fan of usin' nicknames that clash similarly or use names in general~. There's only one person derservin' my phrase 'Kitty' n' I hate tah toss it like a salad at cha pally, but it's not you."

"Heh, dunno 'bout the movin' bit champ, feels pretty nice on hard cement, feelin' like a feline sunnin' under some nice rays~"

[rhodeswarriors]

@rhodesphalanx​ | x

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Oh dear- did she do something wrong? Maybe her flower meant something else.. she really hopes it didn’t slight the strange girl before her. Certainly not a feline, it seemed- in fact, this girl didn’t seem like any normal race. Not anything she’d see in Kazimierz, that was for certain.

‘Bless your heart.’ At least she knew it wasn’t a bad thing- now it just seemed like this operator was just shy. Blemishine had been rather forward with her introduction, after all- she barely gave the other any time to prepare for her. Something to note for next time.

Regardless of the reaction, Utage would be privy to the Kuranta’s dazzling smile. “ Oo-oo-tah... Uta.. Utage. Utage? Utage! I got it- that’s incredible, I’ve never heard a name like that before! Are you from Hi- ... Hig... “

... she was starting to embarrass herself. The red tint on her face gave that much away. With how little interaction she had with the outside world beyond Kawaleriaski, it was no wonder she struggled with names that weren’t common in her tongue.

“ Ahem. Where are you from? I’m eager to know, if you’d be kind enough to tell! “

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous)

On Terra, summer is a rather different experience for some Ancients than for others, particularly for female Felines. During the two and a half months that can universally be agreed upon as “summery,” neko kemonomimis across the continent(s) were plagued by serious hormonal imbalances in a hold-over from a time when this was their breeding season; before pharmaceuticals had been applied to the problem, all that could be done was to choose a(n) (un)fortunate male in one’s town to resolve the imbalance quickly, but science had finally prevailed and developed a chemical solution.

At least, until one’s pills ran out. Dr. Kal’tsit was not a forgetful person, but she was certainly busy, and at the time of highest demand for anti-libidinals, she found to her chagrin that she’d taken her last pill. Luckily, Kal’tsit was working a late shift this evening, so she had plenty of time to get more...or so she thought.

“I’m sorry, Dr.,” Closure sighed, “but we’re out of stock, and as you know, if our pharmaceutical techs made the exception to make you some-”

“It might cost us an Operator, I know. Do you have anything that could help, even as just a side effect?”

The Sarkaz shopkeeper pulled up an interface and searched a few key terms. “...No. There is a special on condoms, if you’ll need any, though.”

“...What aisle are those in?”

It was thus that a grumbling Kal’tsit found herself carrying around a pocket full of rubbers and burning willpower to resist Mother Nature’s fiercest assault on her dignity in years. Fortunately, Siege was scheduled to help her during her shift this evening, so there wouldn’t be any-

“‘Evening, Kal’tsit!” The Doctor waved at her from the spare desk in her office. “Siege called in sick, so I’m taking her shift.”

“I see.” FUCK.

He actually was already working, if the papers in front of him were any indication. “She’s been using quite a bit of her PTO recently; I wonder if it’s anything to do with the fact she and Sir SilverAsh are a couple. This would be their first summer together.”

“Quite possible, yes.” She could feel sweat beading on her forehead. “Doctor, while I appreciate your volunteering, you should go home. As reliable as you are, having both of us off shift at the same time isn’t efficient use of our resources.”

“I thought you might say something like that, but I’m taking a few days off soon, so I figured I’d get as much work in as I could before then. Do you have a spare stylus? Mine fell through a crack in the floor.”

Kal’tsit sighed and fished through her desk for one. Once she found it, she walked over to hand it to him. “Here you...go...unfh.“

“Are you okay?” The Doctor took the stylus from her, their fingers touching as he did, and set in on the desk next to him. “You look feverish.”

“It’s nothing...it’s nothing...” She took several deep breaths, which did nothing to help her composure.

He didn’t buy that. “Kal’tsit, I’m not sure I’m the one who needs to go home for the day.”

“I haven’t been in the office today...” She had to stop looking at him, just look away from him and it will go away. “I’ll be fine, I just need to sit down.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, I’m right here.”

That’s true, he was right there...and she did need something- no! No. Kal’tsit hadn’t had an episode since the medical academy, and she wasn’t about to have one here. She sat back down at her desk, turned on her computer, watched her programs boot up- and meowed loudly.

The Doctor immediately looked at her. “Kal’tsit?”

“...Doctor, when-” Despite her best efforts, Dr. Kal’tsit was no longer in the building. “When you said anything, how earnestly did you mean that?”

“...Oh. Oh no.”

She rolled her chair next to his and started rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “I ran out of pills this morning, and Closure didn’t have any, either...I don’t know how I’m going to get through the week like this, nya~”

“You can make that noise?” Something was rising, and it wasn’t his willpower to the challenge. “No, this- I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You’re taking a few days off, aren’t you? That’s plenty of time for this to run its course. Aren’t you a little curious, Do-ku-tah?”

God, where was this coming from, and why was it so hard to resist? “I...When this is over, you and I are going to need to have a talk.”

“We can talk all you want, Dokutah.” She licked his face. “I don’t plan on being quiet~”

“...Not here. I’m not throwing out my back for this.” Saying that, the Doctor stood up, took her hand, and led her through the base to a more comfortable place.

Once the door closed behind them, there was no holding back.

---

A week later, and the Doctor was in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee, when Dr. Kal’tsit walked out of the bedroom clutching her head. “Do you have any aspirin?” She asked, walking towards the bathroom.

“Medicine cabinet, second shelf.” He sighed. “I’m going to say something, and I don’t expect you to reply right away.”

“Can it wait until after I’ve had my coffee and my head isn’t trying to detach from my neck?”

That was fair. “It can. I’ll start working on breakfast.”

“Thank you.” She walked out, set the bottle of pills on the table, and sat down while she waited for the coffee to finish brewing. “I’m sorry this week was not as relaxing as you were hoping it would be.”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine.” The coffee machine signalled the last drops’ fall into the pot as he said this.

Kal’tsit poured herself a cup of coffee (black as her soul...but filled with sugar), kissed the Doctor on the cheek, and walked back to her chair. “Still, it- oh.”

“Are you sure it’s completely out of your system?” The instant her lips touched him, he’d turned bright red. “Not that I mind...”

“If I was still in heat, I would have kept going, I think.”

The Doctor turned his attention from the bacon in the pan to her. “Kal’tsit, I um...I don’t want this to be just a seasonal affair.”

“Hmm?” She’d just swallowed the aspirin with the help of her caffeinated syrup. “What do you mean?”

“I think I’m- what is it Angelina called it? I’m ‘catching feelings’ for you.”

Kal’tsit blinked several times as her processors worked overtime. “So...do you want me to move in with you?”

“If you don’t want to, I understand,” he replied, despite it being the last thing he wanted, “but I...I don’t remember waking up in the morning so happy to see the sun again as when I see the light falling on your face. Damnit, that sounded so cheesy out loud.”

“I liked it.” Her heart throbbed audibly in her ear as the metaphorical diabetes settled in from his comment.

The Doctor sighed. “Like I said, you don’t have to answer me right away, just let me know when you know-”

“I do.” She made the trip to the kitchen again, this time hugging him as she kissed him again. “This week has been something out of a dream, and even if it wasn’t my intention to have it, I’m not sure I want to wake up from it...You still have some time off to spend, I hope?”

“I have weeks of time still, honestly. Should I call in?”

She nodded. “I just want one more day - one I can be with you and not on top of you the whole time.”

“Then I’ll let Amiya know.” He stroked her head behind her cat ears. “She might not be too happy with it.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kal’tsit muttered, remembering pictures the Cautus drew when she was younger of two familiar silhouettes holding hands...

[epcot97]

“No changes at all,” Bunnix said as she leaned on her umbrella.  “The timeline is as it should be.  At least,” she added with a smile, “for the time being.”

I rolled my feline eyes from where I was perched on a railing.  “Puns are more my department, Bunny.”

“That’s Bunnix to you, Chat,” the rabbit-themed holder laughed.  

“Potato, Po-tah-to,” I smiled.  

Ladybug pressed a gloved hand to her face, and I laughed again.  The three of us were atop one of the older rows of townhomes in the city at a meeting called by Ladybug.  It was mid-April and we still had not found so much as a trace of the Miracle Box we had been searching for since New Year’s Day.  We were starting to throw up every Hail Mary in the book, including asking Bunnix to re-check the timeline.  There was an outside chance Manon was an artifact of a timeline adjustment, but our teammate had just confirmed that wasn’t the case.

“Thanks for researching just the same,” Ladybug sighed.  “I guess at this point, we’ll just have to wait for Hawmoth’s next move.”

“It might give us something,” I nodded.  “Though I am starting to wonder if it truly exists.”

“I won’t discount that possibility,” Ladybug sighed again.  “But it does seem unlikely given how many Miraculous we recovered from her.”

“I know,” I said, tail twitching.  “A cat can hope.”

“I’ve got to hop,” Bunnix interjected.  “Unless you need something else from me?”

“No, not at all.  Thanks,” Ladybug smiled tiredly.  The search and lack of evidence had been dragging her down, especially the last month or so as the treasure hunt had taken on the feeling of fruitlessness.

“See you around, then,” Bunnix waved as she flipped over the edge of the roof and sailed away using her umbrella.  

I watched her go, and thought aloud: “She’s not far from the age when we saw her the first time, is she?”

“No,” Ladybug said.  “Within a year or two I would think.”

I looked at my partner.  “Do you think we are close to the moment, then?” I asked. 

“Which one?” she replied a bit tiredly.  

I slid off the railing and pulled her to me.  “When Bunnix visited us all those years ago, we found out there was another Hawkmoth.  That by definition means we must have defeated the current one, right?”

Ladybug looked at me.  “I hadn’t thought about that, but yeah, you’re right.  Maybe this Miraculous Box we’re hunting for plays a larger role than we realized.”

“We’ll find it,” I said as I kissed her hair.  “Don’t worry.”

“I know,” she replied.  “Come one, let’s get home.”

Chat gets some unexpected answers when he presses for details of Bunnix’s visit to Ladybug years earlier.  Read the latest chapter on AO3 or FF.Net.

[prehistoricuprising-blog]

Allosaurus Reinvented

In this modern age, it’s difficult to look in any one direction and not find something new and interesting in the paleontological world. I, however, often enjoy “throwbacks” and visits to those discoveries that thrilled the world, though their time in the spotlight may have passed, because it reminds me that these discoveries are still scientifically impressive and revolutionary despite the lack of raging headlines sweeping the news.

Without much tah-dah, the Allosaurus - a very popular dinosaur from the Jurassic period, and a formidable predator at that - has the uncanny ability to stay prominent in the mind as any individual conjures up images of the fiercest and, arguably most well known, carnivorous dinosaurs to have ever existed. 

There has been some controversy over Allosaurus in the past, for example, the renaming: Allosaurus wasn’t always gifted with this name, in fact, it was originally called Antrodemus (by paleontologist Joseph Leidy) which was Greek for “body cavity”. The name change reported occurred n the 1970′s, and since then we have referred to it as Allosaurus. 

It probably shouldn’t be so surprising to me that Allosaurus was almost constantly losing and replacing its’ own teeth, so often that it would probably be a strain on any living or nonliving creature besides a creature built to do so. However, I believe this to be a tell tale sign that the Allosaurus had relatively, if not extremely weak teeth (in comparison to other dinosaurs). The rate at which the replacement teeth would’ve been knocked or broken out, thus calling for further replacement teeth, would’ve most likely signaled that the teeth were weak and easily broken, damaged, or lost for whatever reason. To that end, the Allosaurus also sported a weak bite, similar to the living “big cat” felines of our world. The bite force of the Allosaurus would’ve been in the ball park of 200 kg, which is shockingly weak when compared to many other top carnivores of the entire Meosozoic.

Despite the apparently weak reality, Allosaurus is still a top carnivore, coming in at being one of the largest carnivores to exist during its’ time, and one of the most impressive. It is also guess-timated that Allosaurus didn’t travel in packs, although if I had to guess at it, I would suggest that they most likely did to some extent, even if it was occasional. Either way, the Allosaurus was one of two things: a voracious and frightening pack hunter using cunning and the wits of a group of minds to its’ advantage, or a solitary hunter relying on nothing more than it’s senses and ability to determine what fights it wanted to pick. 

[tahthetrickster]

PAUSE

this is a marty appreciation checkpoint. he is 18 years old and needs daily appreciation.

please acknowledge him with his preferred traditional cat greeting of A

thank you.

[twibthegryphon]

Charicter Sheet

(Lovingly gifted by a wonderful friend)

BASICS.

full name: Baruta Twib

pronunciation: bar-oo-tah T-w-i-b

nickname:  Twibl? Root? Uhh. Birdbrain? Maybe?

gender: Female

height:  5'3

zodiac: Taurus

spoken languages: Equestrian, English, Dedric, many celtic languages. Sprinkling of many languages from her travles.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color: Dark Rich brown fur on her torso and legs

eye color: a lighter brown. Hazlenut maybe

skin tone: a lighter brown.

body type: Feline-esque. Very flexable and toaned.

accent: None

dominant hand talon?: Right  

posture:  Her back is usually arched a little from flying. Cocky strides when exited or somewhere new. Likes to show off a little.

tattoos: None to speak of

most noticeable feature: Bright colorful chest plumage.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth: The Badlands

hometown: Razor Rock Ridge

manner of birth:  Home nested

first words:  "bwoo" (trying to say blue)

Siblings: None to speak of

parents: Araluen Twib: Canons druid and healer from a long druid lineage. Adonis Twib: musician and enjoyer of many herbs.

parental involvement:  Her mother insisted on taking Baruta traveling often and instilled a love of the new in her and a conatant curiosity. Her father had tried to show them both how to chill and relax.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation: Contract Post Worker

current residence: Many homes and often camps

close friends: Leo, Delly, Soldan, Rose

relationship status: Seeing and eyeing a few folks

financial status: She's pretty well off

driver’s license:  "The hell is that?"

criminal record:  Trespassing (several counts, all accidental she swears) Graverobbing, defiling sacred artifacts

“vices”: "nothing quite like a good steak.... mmmh~" good food, gold, anonymous sex, nonanonymous sex.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation: Bisexual

romantic orientation: "the fuck am I? I don't know all the different whatevers. I like everyone"

preferred emotional role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  unknown

preferred sexual role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed 

libido: med

turn ons:  kissing, touching, that thing where you brush your body past someone? I like that move. Oh oh biting and scratching!

turn off’s: B.O

love language: "fuck is this?"

relationship tendencies: Will tend to become very nuzzly. Sometimes takes little things her partner would never miss

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song:  311 - Amber. Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

hobbies to pass the time: A lot of travling. Working with charities and volunteer organizations.

mental illnesses: "I unno" followed with a shrug

physical illness:  (not an illness per say) large long scar on her upper right shoulder / back area. Mostly hidden by her wing. Sometimes causes her pain when touched or when flying.

left or right brained: Right  

fears : Big Spiders and Snakes. Falling, war

self confidence level: Overconfidence in most areas  

Vulnerabilities: Easily trusting to a fault, explosive violent temper when pressed, not liking to be in one place for to long.

tagged by: @undertheroses

tagging: @experimental-failures @bear-of-ice @serpentine-rogue @ask-the-infiltrators (womever you'd like) and anyone else

[poisonedspider]

🛁 (from @featheredbarkeep)

"Thought yeh' hated water~" Angel teased, as soon as he had stumbled upon Husk taking a bath. He figured it made sense though. Despite a hatred of water, they all had to get clean, didn't they? And he knew that Husk hated his feline tendencies, so he knew that cleaning himself the way that a regular cat would was probably not high on the list of ways to do it.

That was neither here nor there though, Angel simply feeling like he had walked in on a prize in seeing his boyfriend. Angel Dust wasn't even going to ask, knowing what the answer would be anyways, so he started to undo his bow tie, tossing it aside as he moved closer to the bath tub. Each new step shed another layer of clothing, until Angel was standing practically buck naked in front of the bath.

Other than his boots. It was only then that he tensed, the confidence he always exuded melting slightly away. He had been in bed with Husk plenty of times, but he had never bathed with him. Showered with him. Because Angel hated anyone seeing his feet, and these boots were certainly not water-proof. Lower hands wrung nervously at each other, as if thinking of what he should do.

He finally settled on just kneeling beside the bath tub, despite being in a state of undress, pink fingers tracing through the water softly. His plan to join Husk almost shoved out of his brain at the fear of exposure to something Angel found so hideous about himself. "Yeh' want meh' tah' help yeh'? Wash yeh' back or take care a' yeh' wings or somethin'?"

[theboondogglepub]

He Trained and Thought of Past Friends.

On a pale day in a snow draped white field a shirtless sweaty man with feline ears swung a large and heavy tree log. The wooden heft over twice the miqo’te in size, easily double his body weight. His body strained as maneuver after maneuver was done with the branch held tight to his chest. The strain on his face displayed the effort needed to brandish it in any form, and yet he still did. Each motion was like a dance done with a profoundly heavy partner, and he swung it near like a weapon. Only where he had walked was the snow distorted, and at the edge of the field a log cabin of tiny design stood, and on the cabin’s deck the thickly robed figure of a lalafell sat on a small chair.

“Tell me about them, Corsa’ir.” She said between soft and relaxed exhales, cooling the tea in her tiny fingers.

“Aren’t I…” He huffed, thick white exhales of frozen breath catching with each audible physical exertion, “- supposed to be concentrating, Faol?” The air hummed with a strange energy around and where the man moved.

She sipped a cup of orange hue tea, pale purples eyes looking out on the hard at work man. “You can do two things at once.” She spoke plainly, curt and without much emotion, her high voice just a bit too saccharine to be tolerated. “To wit, you must do two things at once. Ergo why I’m going to distract you. If you want to do this, you’ll need to manage at least doing two things at the same time. So keep up your exercises, and tell me about them.”

The miqo’te swung the log. “What exactly do you wanna know?”

“Well let’s start with the ones you miss and work our way down, shall we Mr. Boon?” The lalafell seemed to chuckle at a passing thought as she tapped her chin. “Unless you’d prefer to begin with your paramours, or are they one in the same?” She quipped.

“No… well some. I guess all’a them.” He spun with the log in his hands, a breath caught in his throat as the effort and strain shook his legs. “I guess… I miss em’ all, yeh? I also can’t stand em’ all too sumtimes. It drives me crazy sumtimes too, loike really stabs at me. They can’t get along, they fight each ovver back n’ forth loike bickerin’ children. An’ I feel it near acutely. An’ then they get all sullen an’ don’t talk tah each ovver cause they’re as balanced as a avalanche of rocks. It… its too much sometimes.”

“They sound like everyday people then, so what makes them any different? Is it because of the echo?” Faol dropped a cube of sugar into her tea and idly stirred.

“Llymlaen save me… not you too.” Boon stopped and rested the log, lungs burning. “Jus’ how did you find out I have th’ echo ennyroad? I don’t go about spoutin’ it off fer a damn reason.” The brief pause was a poor choice, quickly the chill in the air causing Corsa’ir to shiver. “An fer another thing, why is it so cold here? It should be the warm season.”

“You’re changing the subject again.” Faol took a sip of her tea, eyes seemingly both unfocused and trained on her speaking companion. “Is deflection your default setting Mr. Boon?” An exhausted toss of her hair had the lalafell look about the snowy island setting before turning back. “If you must know, the island suffers an unstable combination of nearby elemental crystal deposits. Sailors call it one of the 56 deaths, so named for being one of several reasons ship travel has difficulty reaching the New World. Now, let us get back to you. Is it because of the echo that you can’t stand them? Or are you emotionally stunted and can’t commit to relationships?”

“Wow, pretty harsh don’che think? I ain’t never heard a Lalafell talk as ‘at.” Corsa’ir picked up the log again and began to swing it anew. “I uh… I can’t blame th’ fact that I see emotions on them. People always have ‘em, emotions that is. I jus’ see them an’ feel them a bit more than an empathetic person would.”

“Well, my name is Faol, Mr. Boon.” The lalafell took a sip of her tea. “Which is ironic as you’re really less an empathetic person than me.�� Another sip of tea.

“Hey there now. How th’ hell do you know I ain’t a empathetic person?” Another swing of the log.

“Because I’ve observed you for a sennight. You’re entirely selfish, self-absorbed, prone to rash emotion, and averse to common logic when it comes to your own life and situation. You are, in as few words as possible, a narcissist.” Another sip of tea. “So, tell me about them.”

Corsa’ir audibly sighed… loudly. “They’re m’ mates. Chuckaboos as is told, meanin’ good friends. They’re good people, all of them. Maf an’ Cath, smart as can be. Little emotionally neutral, play that whole exhausted learned sort...but good. Eme is… well she’s both great an’ exhausting. Always feel loike she has somethin’ she wants t’ say an’ never does an it drives me crazy.. Mos’ of em’ are jus’ good people tho, plain an’ simple. Ashe, Kayne, Jun, Rei,  an that Naih lass. E’en that big elf they added... Z has a habit of sayin th’ wrong thing but is o’erall good.” Boon began to swing the log with earnest, picking up speed and effort to contort and heave the wooden beam more deftly.

“And?”

“And what?” He tripped in the snow, slipping and landing in a pile of upheaved frosty white powder. From his two fulm deep hole a cough came. “Can I be done yet? Been trainin’ loike this fer days now an’ not really seein’ th’ point to it.”

“And what about the rest?” Another stir of her tea. “You can be done after that, I think you’re finally ready for the next stage of the training.”

“Fine.” Boon sat up in the snow and rubbed his reddened back. “They… we had somethin’ and then we didn’t. All there is to it. Th’ second I committed m’self to their whole ‘harem’ thing they started droppin’ loike flies. Not literally droppin’, jus… I guess had more important fings t’ do. Started to feel th’ moment I began lettin’ people into that part of my life, they started leavin’ it. In th’ end it wus jus’ me an Katalin and e’en then I knew I was going to leave for her good. I’m not a one woman sorta guy but that’s what she wants e’en if she’s not willing to admit it. An’ that’s what she should get if I’m honest. Katalin won’t be happy til she gets that, an she deserves it.” Corsa’ir sighed and stood up, dusting off the snow caking his reddened exposed skin and trousers.

“See, isn’t it good to talk Mr. Boon?” Faol hopped down from her chair and began walking across the surface of the snow field, her body so light it failed to depress the snow. “Now you can be done. Feel free to drop the log Mr. Boon, it’s time we moved on to far more difficult training.” Faol raised her hand. “Now I want you to focus on the catalyst I gave you. It’s time to summon a weapon.”

[mxgicalheathen-moved]

@feline-puppeteer For a Starter

“What are ya, sum koinda neko-thing? Fer fuck’s sake ah have been meetin’ some weird people in the past year of mah life.” She didn’t really mean it in a negative way, but of course, knowing her personality, it did come out incredibly rude. And she didn’t really think of correcting herself for the sake of establishing good relations to...whoever was that in front of her. She calmly sat down on the top of the hill by the time this one appeared right beside her. Kayo actively smoked her favorite brand of cigarette’s, as she always does. And she was pissed. Not about them...just pissed. 

“So, what’s yer deal? Apologies if ah sound like a cunt roight now. Ah’m not in th’ mood tah be all happy go lucky, ya dig?” She was never in the mood to be happy go lucky, if she were, to be honest with herself and the “creature” beside herself. But she was not.

[fantroll-purgatory]

Eidyia Ethrae - didn't meme to hurt your feelings

@maeve-avrae

Alternia or Beforus?

Beforus. I have an alternian descendant (nurse, sylph of rage) and ancestor (alternate adult self) for this character as well. I might send them in at a later date? 

Name: Eidyia Ethrae 

“Eidyia’s name was derived from the Greek word eidô meaning “to see” or “to know.” She probably personified the power of the eye which in Greek superstition was the source of a witch’s supernatural powers. As an Okeanid-nymph she was presumably also the Naiad of the main well or fountain of Kolkhis–the marriage of founding-king and local Naiad is a common motif in Greek myth.“

Ethraee is a lesser deity from D&D, with control over both the sun and the moon. It seemed fitting, because she’s struggling to find a balance between her daytime and nighttime activities, or sun and moon. It’s also a nod to her interest in flarping. 

Hm… Why do you have her named after an Oceanid if she’s a landdweller? I guess if you themed her around witches or something of that sort it could work… Hmmmm. …You know what, with her umbrella and her look and her rage theme and that witch name, I might want to make her like a… more chaotic-neutral Mary Poppins? Not that Mary Poppins isn’t chaotic but I’m sure you get what I mean. …Hm. 

Okay okay Eidyia Etharee stays.

Age: approaching maturity/ adult depending on the setting.

Title: mage of rage or seer of rage, not exactly sure on this one yet 

Witch of Rage, because she actively attempts to change the rage-state of people. It makes her a more chaotic element. She’s able to manipulate and change the negative emotions experienced… her inverse is seer of hope, which means through other mediums she can come to understand the nature of optimism around her…. 

Blood color: jade, but I’ve been thinking of making her a cuspblood with olive, because when she’s being mischievous she takes on some more feline-like personality traits. 

Being a cusp would make her a mutant/might knock her out of the jade range, realistically. Honestly if I was going to bump her anywhere outside of Jade, I’d actually bump her to Teal. …She might even make a pretty good purple. I guess we’ll keep addressing that possibility as we go! 

Symbol and meaning:

viricorn, sign of the lethal. I like how this one looks like a heart; it captures her emphatic nature. ‘’the lethal’’ captures her more sadistic nature. Plus it’s also a rage sign!

If you were to bump her to purple, her sign would be Capricorn, which isn’t necessarily ideal… Hmmm.

Dream Planet: Prospit 

I do think this is fitting for her. She seems capricious and likely to let her feelings at the moment control how she engages with other people. She also doesn’t seem like the kind to fixate on the past/future, but to live in the moment, and to be adaptive… So, yes. Good.

Trolltag: attentionAsunder , curiousCantrip, compellingCatnap, calescentCruisader 

I have several ideas, but haven’t been able to decide yet. I like alliteration though, like you might be able to tell lol.

If you don’t mind breaking the GCAT rule, how about diurnalDragoon, referencing her ability to walk around in the daytime. Dragoon references kind of a goading nature, her trying to bait people into being mad. 

Quirk: no clue yet, but she likes using complicated words to sound smart and elegant.maybe also something pun-based because of her mischievous nature?

As a reference to the Mary Poppins thing I said earlier, I’d kind of like the idea of her having a habit of rhyming/turning things into little songs, as well as having a habit of making up her own complicated words and portmanteaus for funsies.  

Fetch Modus: Haven’t thought of this yet ;@_@

Suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus Modus. Or more reasonably, Reverse Modus. She has to figure out how to say the name of an object backwards in order to access it. That’s easy for something like a Hat (Tah), but not quite as much for something like a Chimney Brush (Hsurb Yenmihc). 

Special Abilities (if any): sunlight resistance, and can sense emotions. She gets better at sensing small changes in someone’s disposition if she’s close (both physically and emotionally) to the person she is trying to read.  She’s better at sensing negative emotions like anger, discomfort, frustration and pain.

I do like that even if I still have a problem with Jades being given additional abilities… hrm… I guess being an empath is something that can happen naturally anyways. A purple could have a stronger sense of this, probably, and maybe even be able to manipulate emotions a little bit.

Strife Specibus: parasolkind 

However resistant to sunlight she may be, some protection from the deadly lazer is more than welcome. When in a pinch, it makes for a decent clobbering tool too!

If you theoretically moved her away from jade up to purple, this parasol would be slightly more necessary.

Lusus: (spiny flower) mantis, with antennae shaped like a deer’s antlers

Since mantis are known for killing their spouse I thought it would make a fitting connection with the ’‘lethal” title. Their claws are sharp and dangerous, but at the same time they are patient and calm creatures.

Other animals I considered were a musk deer, because it is also known as the vampire deer for its iconic fangs, and a saber tooth tiger to connect her more to cats for the cuspblood route.

The mantis probably works well for either her being a jade. If I DID make her purple, I might recommend a leech, cue me preemptively referencing your emotional vampire joke.

Personality: She’s kind of a scatterbrain! She thinks a lot, and tends to forget what she’s doing because she gets so lost in her thoughts. She’s very calm, collected and easygoing, but tends to isolate herself. Knowing what others are feeling gets quite overwhelming at times, so she really values her private time.

She also has a colder, more analytical and manipulative side, because she knows just how to press someone’s buttons. She finds it interesting to see how people react to her teasing, and likes to joke around. So instead of a rainbowdrinker like jades are known for I guess you could describe her as more of a social/emotional vampire! She cares more about her appearance than she would like to admit, having a lowkey gothic/ aristocratic aesthetic, and tends to be quite flirty with her quadrants. 

She’s also very dutiful, and doesn’t like asking for help. She takes her tasks in the brooding caverns very seriously, even if she’s not actually fond of the job. She would rather over-exert herself than deliver bad work. She would probably be more interested in a counseling or mediation kind of job rather than that of a caretaker. 

Her being easygoing and dutiful to the point of over-exertion might be a bit of a contradiction? I think if you want to have both coexist you’ll have to have it be that she’s very committed to doing a good job and thinks it’s necessary, but that she doesn’t beat herself up over any mistakes and knows that no one can do Everything. It fits better with her tendency to neglect her sleep in favor of strolling around, too. If she were so strictly concerned with her work, she probably would take more steps to avoid something that could disrupt her work capabilities? 

I do like the idea of her being somewhat manipulative. An empath but not a sympath. Maybe have her struggle to genuinely care about people. She’s capable of recognizing emotions, but feeling sympathy is something she just doesn’t have enough practice in. 

Definitely have her be the type that just kind of breezes in and out as she pleases, who is fine just walking up to someone she barely knows and messing with them and then continuing on her way. And maybe make her not mind the idea of draining the people around her, to make your emotional vampire joke connect more? 

Her mischievous and chaotic nature as well as her commitment to doing a good job is what made me consider her being purple. And if you wanted her to still be in charge of a bunch of little ones, maybe she could be a Clown Church Wriggler Nanny. 

Interests: She likes taking strolls in the sunlight, but often neglects her sleep schedule in favor of this interest. As a result she often oversleeps, and is often tired. She likes indulging in creative hobbies like character creation, writing stories, and casual flarping. Her job gets priority though! 

Might I recommend her also being into a little song and dance? Catch this girl humming and twirling around while working.

Land: The land of Thorns and Fervor (LOTAF)

Thorns and all sorts of spiky protrusions block your path at every step. They seem to pop up out of nowhere, but disappear just as easily. The landscape, aside from the thriving thickets of thorny bushes, is barren. There is black sand and rock everywhere, with some cacti and small flowers sprinkled in here and there.

The rock faces are decorated with intricate designs, and hold deep caves within. You presume them to be the remains of a long gone civilization. Speaking of civilization, this planet is not completely deserted yet. You can spot a small village on the horizon. You know it to be the home of the vipers, as you’ve been to one of their settlements before. Some of them seem to hold you in high regard for some reason.

The viper houses are made from rock, making you wonder how they could have possibly constructed the dens themselves, seeing as they don’t have arms. You feel sorry for them. The houses are equipped with metal rods on top of the roofs to harness power from the frequent lightning storms that plague the region. 

Despite the fact that it storms regularly there is little to no water. All the rain from the storms evaporates before it has the chance to touch the ground. Most of the water you will find here is gathered in fruit, or wells. (Or, you know, those thunderheads looming over your head.) The biggest settlement in this thorny desert houses a ginormous well. The snakes treat it as a sacred oasis, and it is said to be the home of The denizen Apophis, Egyptian god of chaos.

This planet description is GREAT. I love the idea and concept behind it… I presume that she’s gotta get down there in that well to fight Apophis and also try to bring hope back to the tiny little viper settlements? Good, good stuff.

Thank you so much in advance for taking the time to read this! I would appreciate any and all input!

Thank me? Thank YOU! I love her a whole lot. Now let’s do some design!:

JADE:

Horns: I edited the horn to involve a hook. That’s about all. 

Hair: I decided to keep it relatively flat and smooth. I liked the style she had going, just had to give it more volume. 

Face: Would you believe that those eyes were Nepeta’s when I started? I tried to utilize the shape you provided. I also had to give her the defined lips typical of all jades (though I kept it with the purple too because it looked good). 

Jacket: I gave her a flared jacket like Mary Poppins, along with the buttons and red bowtie. 

Legs: I kept the broomstick skirt and some heels from fan-troll. 

PURPLE: 

Horns: I gave her some simple horns to reflect the symbol I provided. 

Makeup: I gave her grease paint that looks a bit like chimney soot smeared on her cheeks. 

Jacket: I dotted the jacket with lots of little grey spots. 

Symbol: It’s meant to look like a heart, too, but keeps the purple sign language. 

Thank you for sharing her! She’s really interesting. 

-CD