#Aunt Kitty!

[otiksimr]

Man am I a [SUCKER FOR LOVE]

[hemlock-dreams]

It’s interesting that Peter doesn’t recognize MJ in the hypothetical first chapter you put up!!! Do you have thoughts on why that is? Is it just the dark? When does he realize?

Good question! Peter has perfect night-vision, so even in the dark he could see her in high def 4k. But the reason he didn't make the connection is that his MJ and this MJ look like they're from totally different worlds. (haha)

Mary Jane (Peter's OG girl) is half-Filipino. She's tall and thin (almost gaunt) and has fire-engine red hair that comes straight from the bottle. Her eyes are also naturally dark. She was very much a goth/alt girl style, and is pierced/tatted much in the same way Peter is.

Meanwhile, Emma Jean (AKA Scarlet) is shorter and much curvier, more ripped because of her job. She's much paler and a natural red-head with traditionally green eyes. Her style also trends more towards 'insta-baddie'.

The biggest visual similarity they have is a penchant for gold jewelry- though Mary leaned towards rose-gold while Emma likes yellow-gold.

Peter realizes Emma Jean is this world's Mary Jane half a week into his job at Margaret's, when she drops her full name. (He's just known her as Emma up until then.)

He very valiantly keeps it together for her full shift while penciling in a breakdown for later that evening.

[helenofblackthorns]

thinking thoughts but that one letter where Kit is talking about Mina and he mentions how he kinda gets why Ty did what he did. because now he has a sister of his own, he can understand Ty's feelings more than he did at the time. like it doesn't magically fix anything but he understands better now.

but that's partially because as much as Kit thinks about Ty and what he did to get Livvy back, it wasn't the reason he left. forgiving Ty is complicated because it's the easy answer for why he ran, and to forgive him would mean facing the reason he's avoiding as much as he can. that he's the first heir, and he possesses some unknown amount of power because of it. before the riders showed up, Kit was mad at Ty but not to the point of fleeing the country. he still cared about him, and wanted to go back for him when Emma drags him away. but finding out about Auraline and his mom, that's what changes everything.

Kit was mad about Ty raising the dead, but he understands it now. Ty is mad about Kit leaving, but he doesn't understand that in the same way yet. what it's like to have a massive bombshell reveal about your ancestors, and wonder how who they are effects you as a result. the possibility of power, the isolation that comes with being something that almost impossible to wrap your head around. but he will.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

I have a sickfic prompt for you!

Okay, so imagine Peter sick in bed. Tony babysitting because May has to work. Before May leaves she mentions to Tony, “Can you grab his pjs out of the laundry? He always wants a particular pair when he’s feeling sick-“

And Tony doesn’t think anything of it. So he goes to grab Peter’s clothes and sees the pjs…

Are a tourist shirt and Hello Kitty pants

This ask came in all the way back in March. It was a fun idea so I held into, hoping to eventually turn it into a mini-fic. Well, friends. Today is the day. Have a big dose of soft, guilty Tony and sick, cuddly-warm Peter.

Hello Kitty Pajamas - 826 Words

“May! May, I’m here!” Tony called as he let himself into the Parkers’ apartment. He’d received a message an hour prior requesting his presence. Specifically, so he could babysit a significantly ill spider-baby while his aunt went in for a mandatory shift. He’d hesitated at first because was he really the best choice? May had assured him there was no one else. And that even if there were, she was sure Peter wouldn’t want anyone but him. An unfamiliar warmth had bloomed in his chest, prompting him to obtain his keys.

“Sorry!” May called from down the hall. “I'm sorry! He sweat right through his clothes. I was changing the sheets, so you didn’t have to.”

Tony pulled a face without meaning to. A slight laugh escaped May’s lips as a result.

“He’s in the shower now. That should help with a lot of the congestion.” she paused, sighed and twisted her lip between her teeth. “I know he’s old enough to take care of himself. I just- with his fever going up and down so rapidly I didn’t want him to be here alone. Just in case.”

“It’s fine, May. You know I don’t mind spending time with him,” he said, keeping his voice as steady and nonchalant as possible. “Thanks for changing the sheets, though. Housekeeping isn’t really my thing.” They both knew, without a doubt, that he’d do it again if needed. But neither of them commented on it.

"Shoot! How did it get so late? I really need to get going.” He watched May scramble to find her purse and keys. “His favorite pajamas are in the dryer. Can you grab those for him?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks again, Tony,” May said, already halfway out the door. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this.”

Tony smiled and waved to her toward the hall. “Any time, May. You know that.”

Once she was gone, he located the laundry area and opened the dryer. Inside was a heap of towels of varying sizes. Among them, he managed to stop a white shirt and some pink fuzzy pants. Although it wasn’t until he hauled them out that he realized what they were. Hello Kitty was patterned across the bottoms, and the top was the over-sized tourist shirt. He suddenly realized it was the outfit he’d purchased the kid directly after their first argument. He blew out a breath as an image of Peter, wearing that exact outfit with tears running down his cheeks popped into his head. Guilt began to swirl in his gut. He dug around in the dryer hoping to find different pajamas. He couldn’t fathom how those could possibly be Peter’s favorite. Unsuccessful, he clutched the shirt and pants tightly in his fist and carried them to the restroom door.

“Pete?” he called. “I’m putting your PJ’s outside the door.”

“Thanks,” Peter rasped, coughing harshly after. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Take your time, Bud. No rush.”

Tony sat down on the couch. His leg bounced and his fingers tapped on his knee as he thought more about that decidedly horrible day. The whole thing has been his fault, really. If he’d just told the kid he’d called the FBI… He squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand down his face. God, he’d been a jerk. He shouldn't have shouted in the kid’s face and really shouldn't have taken the suit. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the bathroom door creak open.

“Hey,” Peter said as he rounded the corner. “Sorry, May made you come.”

Tony swallowed with difficulty. The sight of the pajamas making his stomach churn. “I-”

“Are you okay?” Peter interjected.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” Tony quipped. Peter continued to frown. “I’m fine. Just- thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Definitely,” Tony agreed, then sucked in a breath. “May said those are your favorite pajamas.”

Peter hummed positively and dropped down onto the couch. “They’re comfortable.”

Tony's brow furrowed. “They don’t make you think about that day?”

“Sometimes,” Peter shrugged. “But mostly they make me think about you.”

A warm wet head landed on Tony’s shoulder. Water soaked through his shirt. He found he didn’t really mind. “I’m so sorry, Kid,” he whispered. “I really didn’t handle that situation very well. I didn’t communicate with you the way I should have, I lost my temper when that backfired, then I took it all out on you. I shouldn't have done that. Forgive me?”

“Already did,” Peter yawned. “Like- a long time ago.”

It shouldn’t have been that easy, Tony thought to himself. But Peter is such a good kid… he leaned his cheek against the top of Peter’s head and sighed. “Tired?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t feel so good.”

“Well, let’s get you into your bed, hmm? May changed the sheets and everything.”

Peter nodded and started toward his bedroom. Tony followed behind, smiling softly as the kid exhaustedly crawled under the covers. Astonishingly, the sight of the pajamas didn’t bother him so much anymore. He traversed the room and ran his fingers through his kid’s hair.

“Sleep well, Kiddo,” he murmured. “I’ll be out there if you need me.”

[marveltournaments]

[torantuga]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEEEE DRAW KITTY AS MK'S AUNT OR JUST KITTY PLEASE

(takes place in the alenoah gay dads au bcs yeah,,,)

mks fave memory w her aunt kit is when she and owen tagged along to a trip to an amusement park!! ^_^

she had so much fun w her -- and still does! yippee!

[nhadyaoi]

i had to make this in a rage

i hate it so much when people see an O B V I O U S L Y tortoiseshell/torbie cat and go like "beautiful calico" like no thats not a calico because there is no fine line on whats REALLY considered tortoiseshell or calico and no real good way to distinguish the two, i made a nice little visual guide for myself (and for anyone else who would like to use it to yell at people about the differences between a tortoiseshell and a calico)

disclaimer: im not a scientist im not a biologist i dont care about genetics stuff im just an autistic teenager with a love for cats and too much freetime 👍🏽

(bottom row is just dilute versions of the 3 top example cats, because i notice people ALSO get confused on that too. no- a dilute tortoiseshell or torbie is NOT a calico either. the colors just changed.)

[yalster54]

kitty owes xuan damages for how bad this situationship was

[catfindr]

[growling]

Chat. Chat. Chat big news chat. Today I have spontaneously came out to my mom as trans on the walk back from the hair salon. She was chill as hell it was so nice actually dgdhdgsdhf. So yeah I've been winning spectacularly. One step closer to fagging it up irl.............

[prettyplumpkitty]

My two photos from today.

[creepyjirachi]

for xmas this year, i drew a portrait of my aunt's late kitty, bella ;_;

[hunysckle]

feeling very mom-coded in this sweater/jacket/jeans combo =3

[drama-glob]

Cutscenes #47: Internet Famous

Aunt Cass teaches Mochi the slow clap trick.

“I know, I know, but you won’t learn if we don’t keep at it,” Cass placatingly told him as she rubbed his head and sat down in front of him. “Okay Mochi. We’ve got a little time before grocery shipping, so how about you show me those paws sweetie,” she brightly said as she held up her own hands again.

The calico blinked and proceeded to clean his face with his paws instead of doing what he was asked, making the other give a small exhale before she clapped her hands just like yesterday to get his attention. Once he looked back at her, he tilted his head for a moment and let out a little “Mrep” that Cass had to restrain herself from audibly going “Aww” to. Mochi did seem to eventually take the hint as he sat more on his hind legs and straightened his posture.

“Good,” she uttered, watching in anticipation as he began to lift his front limbs up, so she promptly added, “That’s it! You can do it,” to keep him going. Cass waited as she saw Mochi bring his mitts up just a little bit higher and…use them to rub his face some more.

Here is the link on AO3:

@spyrkle4 @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @gelatinous-globster In case you wanted to read this cute little story. ^_^<3

[schnitzelsemmerl]

cleves: halli-hallo guter Mann einmal ihren Bärsonalausweis bidde schön und danke :)

boleyn: ANNA YOU FUCKING DUMBASS THERE IS A LITERAL BEAR CHASING US RN RUN

howard: (high-pitched screaming while running away)

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it's just as funny in English lmaoo

cleves: halli-hallo good man may i please see your bearsonal ID card please and thank you :)

[softgothbabe]

I'M ADOPTING A KITTTYYYYYY 😭🖤