#I love the feral cat that's so Bill. ''I'm not your cat but give me treats anyway.''

[lorienlady]

The Streep/Close/Swift line as cats

Meryl Streep

Bill Close

Glenn Close

Nick Close

Taylor Swift

"BUT WAIT!" I hear nobody cry. "WHAT ABOUT JODIE FOSTER?!"

Well

[seraphsfire]

New kitties update!

Hello everybody meet one of my new toddlers, Jade! I'm excited to tell you guys all about them!

She was a little shy but completely imprinted on me within the first 12 hours or so from first meeting her ;-; she has a lot of personality similarities with Xeno, she loves pets and scratches, will walk on everything, and follows me everywhere except when she is napping underneath my bed. She even sleeps next to me at night already ;-; She has no teeth bc she has like a thousand allergies and was allergic to her own tooth plaque and got sick from it so she had to have all her teeth taken out ;-; she also has dermatitis because she had fleas at one point and was allergic to the fleas and patches of her fur fell out ;-;

but i've been putting olive oil on her food and giving her plenty of hydration so after only one day her skin is already barely flaky anymore, she's itching less, and her coat feels silkier.

She's the most beautiful, sweet little goblin doll baby, her eyes are this stunning grayish-green that i've never seen in a cat before and when she's in good lighting (and holding still, which is also difficult to get her to do lol) I will take closer pictures of her.

I'm exhausted but my anxiety and depression have gone down drastically from being able to pet her, feeling her purring next to me when I sleep, and hearing her eating in the mornings.

My other child is still working on feeling comfortable in the house, he was a feral cat so I am slowly socializing him and I haven't gotten to pet him yet or look at him closely because he's been hiding under the bed. But today when I put my hand under the bed with treats in it, he ate them out of my hand and didn't run away, and has been coming into the kitchen when Jade and i are hanging out a few feet away on the couch, and actually walked up when i was sitting down just now to look at me, so he's making huge progress after only a day for a kitty that was so terrified of everything that they actually put him on anxiety medication skdfsdhgdhg

He's so beautiful too, he's a cream point medium haired siamese mix, he's huge and a similar width to Xeno but has a more angular face and is a lot Longer (almost twice the size of Jade lol). I named him Sunfyre after a GoT dragon because he does look fiery and kind of like a dragon too, and so I can call him Sunny for short.

I was so worried because I wasn't able to separate them at all since my bed is huge and Sunny wouldn't come out, and they did yowl and fight a little bit with each other last night but actually otherwise they're not aggressive or fearful of each other at all and will walk by each other calmly as long as they have at least a foot and a half of space. I've been telling Jade she can't be mean to her new roommate and has to give him space because it's his house too lol.

I miss xeno so much and it does still feel like i'm babysitting somebody else's kitties but I can't wait to give them a happy, calm, and loving space to live in.

One of you donated $20 that really helped a lot, and I have a commission too! I am still taking commissions, please let me know your budget and I'll tell you what kind of art piece I can do for the amount! I'm open to almost anything. Thank you guys for all your financial support, I would not have been able to afford them otherwise so soon after all of Xeno's medical bills. I wasn't planning on getting more kitties so soon but I just saw their little faces and I knew they needed me even though my heart is still broken.

Also of course battling extreme exhaustion just from everything this past month really, the new babies have been keeping me up because I'm trying to do things periodically so they acclimate well. You guys can still donate if you want but you have been so generous so I don't want to keep clogging up ppls dashes with desperate donation posts if it's not an immediate emergency. I would much rather do a commission for you! I can work with any budget, even a few dollars ^^

I'm working on two larger pieces right now so it will be a few weeks for something big but I could get a few doodles for smaller budgets done soon-ish if that is something you're interested in!

You can pray/ send good thoughts and energy that I will get a job soon so I can give them a good life, and that their conjunctivitis from being in the shelter will clear up soon without having to traumatize them with a vet visit so soon after getting them used to so many new scary things.

Anyway, thank you. Love you all. One day if i ever get enough $ i really do hope to pay back your generosity, it's really helped me believe in the goodness of strangers again. and just mentally that is something that has been such a huge thing to experience after all the trauma and death i've been dealing with for like 4 years now.

For now I hope paying you back in kitty pictures will do!

[sharmoota-job]

IM SCREAMING THANK U @tigertofu FOR THE TAG!!!!

i tag anybody who wants to do this bc i am afraid of bothering ppl with pings but if u see this and wanna do it I OFFICIALLY TAG YOU! (i will however tag @mrfancybigcityideas @nightmaretherabbit teehee

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Were you named after anyone?

i was named after someone from the bible (my deadname) HUGSHDGUIDHBV. i am still trying to think of a name that fits me

Do you have kids?

no kids, unfortunately i can't have them bc of my health. but someday when i'm older, more stable mentally and financially i'd love to foster or adopt with my husband <3

Use sarcasm a lot?

not that frequently actually!! i only use when something inconvenient happens irl HUSGHUAGV

First thing you notice 'bout people?

usually a little bit of everything! i couldnt tell you what i notice first but thinking about it i'd probably have to say either their eyes, the way their faces are constructed or the clothes they're wearing!

Eye color?

hazel!

Scary movies or happy ending?

WAIT CAN I PICK BOTH I LOVE BOTH!!! i loooove love horror movies and im a sucker for happy endings (two of my fav scary movies have 'happy' endings (not too happy) that work out for the main character(s) in some way and i love that)

Special talent?

hyperfixating on old men and giving them angst (just kidding. i dont rly think i have any special talents!)

Your hobbies?

drawing, writing, playing video games, cooking, listening to music, making videos, collecting things i enjoy, stuff like that! my main two hobbies are drawing and writing!

Any pets?

three cats!!!!! i could talk for hours about them but i will try to refrain HUFHDSG. (we actually had a fourth cat earlier this year; we were raising a kitten my husband saved from a feral cat colony and we got her socialized properly! my grandmother in law ended up loving her so we let her keep her!)

Playing any sport?

i used to be an avid bowler before i moved out of my hometown in new york!!! i'm not too big on sports anymore but i do keep up on if the buffalo sabres or the buffalo bills have won any games though huishuiashg

How tall..?

5'3!

Favourite subject in school?

ART!!!! and home ec! (i also loved english and music!!!! music was SO fun for me but i could never understand how to read sheet music ): i had to learn to play by ear hfuishdguhd)

Dream job:

making webcomics, being an animator or writing my own books!! as a kid i wanted to work with animals but i have a lot of physical limitations now so id love to create content

[residentdormouse]

from the cursed and deranged fanfic writer q&a

6. What nasty/evil/maladjusted character traits do you enjoy exploring in your little meow-meows?

12. Look up your current fandom on IMDB and do a fuck/marry/kill of the first 3 top-billed characters.

19. You have to choose one of your works for a cherished relative, teacher, guardian, etc. to read - which one do you send them?

please? 👀👀👀

💖💖 Thank You For the Ask!! 💖💖

Nasty, Evil Traits, eh? Well it says 'Meow Meow' specifically, so gotta be Lloyd. Flagg's well beyond 'meow meow' level (sadistic shithead), Harold has too much feral cat lash out angry energy to completely fit the definition to me, and Lloyd truly is the epitomy of poor little meow meow in my mind already. I liked playing with trying to get Lloyd the ability to talk for himself, cause he struggles with that. He falls in line, and does horrible shit. Feeds off of the energy of the room, and runs with it, even if he knows it's bad. He doesn't much care for having any moral obligation, but he'd prefer not to kill people if it comes down to it. Would have been happy just doing smaller shit. Doesn't mind going that direction with company that wants to though. Finds it fun until it's way too late, and he's in over his head.

Fuck/Marry/Kill - with these choices? No Glen? Damn... There really isn't much of a choice if I'm looking to actually stay alive. You can't really fuck Flagg and keep your sanity and/or not give birth to CK demon spawn, so kill it is. Not looking to get intimate with an 108 year old lady, so marry Mother Abigail - can't be obligated in that for too long at least. And I guess that leaves me fucking East Texas 😂

Oh I'm 100% sharing 'Supply Run'. Purely canon compliant/no OCs. I can show that I'm just writing out of love for these characters, and not out of love for these characters. Completely normal here guys. Of course I'm not 'in love' with a fictional character, Psh, what are you talking about, no, so normal *throws rock and runs*

(Cursed and Deranged Fanfic Asks)

[nocturnal-birb]

*Slides you a 666 dollar bill*

The Ghouls with a chubby reader (fem)? Also could you elaborate for each one?

*Hands you a slice of buttered bread, and then runs away giggling like a maniac*

I think the bread would have me covered ngl. I'm a whore for bread

I don't usually have hcs for ghouls sadly, but I think I got a few!

Taking the fact that the ghouls (we're going for era 5 here) have ghoulettes and one that chubby, I think they'd love a chubby partner too even if they're not a ghoul/ghoulettes but here are some hcs under the cut

The Ghouls:

Dewdrop: as spicy as he is like a spicy cat, I do think he definitely love kneading his claws on his partner- of course not too hard, maybe just cat kneading tolerance type. He's not particularly affectionate cause he's feral but he'd be so down on just laying with his partner and kneading them and purring even- probably with a cute pout cause he's jealous they have rolls they can squish.

As feral as he is, he doesn't want to bite on them cause he wants to be careful with them so he kneads instead as affection.

Aether: as someone who is also chubby, I think he'd be having fun with a chubby partner. Like he would not only squish and touch his partner but also even convince his part to touch his so it's like a mutual squishing but he'd definitely prefer yours since human flesh is softer albeit fragile- it is soft and he loves that.

Rain: he would straight up cuddle his partner like a stuffed toy and even compliment how soft and warm they'd be- probably won't even let go when their partner needs to do errands and all. He likes having them around for comfort and warmth since he is a water ghoul and human warmth plus the softness of flesh just feels right with his.

Swiss: personally, somehow I feel like he'd be feral with a partner that is chubby cause he can not only squeeze them but bite on them- affectionately unlike Dew who is careful, Swiss would definitely bite at least softly.

The Ghoulettes:

Cumulus: as someone who is on the chubby side, I think she'd be ecstatic having a partner that has the same body type as her. Plus she gets to wear their partner's outfits too! Either dresses or pants, she'd love to wear them with her partner. Not to mention there's also an underlying intimacy and understanding between two beings who has the same struggle regarding themselves, things just click, you know?

Cirrus: oh she would pamper her partner with dresses and all other clothing she finds cause she would love seeing them- regardless of gender, she would give them dresses lingerie and other clothing and even encourage them to try it cause she knows they would slay it.

Sunshine: oh she'd be her partner's number 1 supporter like, this ghoulette is feral as Dew or even more that she'd just want to pounce on her partner and just cuddle and squeeze them. Definitely the most enamoured out of all of the ghouls cause their partner is just so cuddly shaped.

[ckret2]

@irregularbillcipher said: curveball, maybe, but something with gideon? everything you've shown about your plans for him in the fic has been really fun and interesting

Sure! Here's a little look at where his character will be as he's first brought into the fic:

"Son... now, I know you lost that spooky grimoire of yours," Bud said hesitantly. "But... don't you have anything left that might help out the dealership?"

Gideon growled in irritation. "I told you, father! Everything I knew was in Journal 2! It's gone! Anyway, I'm just trying to be a normal kid now. I don't want to get mixed up in any more magic. I'm through with it."

"I understand," Bud said, nodding. "And I think that's mighty admirable of you, turning over a new leaf like that. Shows real maturity." He hesitated, wringing his hands together. He pre-emptively winced and said, "But it's just that... business hasn't exactly been booming, ever since your little tenure as Bill's sheriff. And you know I love the fellas you made friends with in the penitentiary, they're all such... colorful characters; but having them hang around does make folks a little wary to drive into the parking lot..."

Volume doubling, Gideon snapped, "Are you saying it's my fault?!"

"No, son, no. You know I'd never." Bud knelt down, and—cautiously, like he was trying to pet a feral cat—put a hand on Gideon's shoulder. "But, well... business is slumping, that's all. We'll be fine as long as we live within our means, don't you worry about that—but our means might not cover luxuries like those fancy suits and fine new boots you like so much, you understand."

Gideon lowered his gaze, tugging self-consciously on the sleeve of his favorite suit jacket. It was already just a little too short to be fashionable; he probably didn't have long until he outgrew it completely.

And a bonus, just because it's funny—I usually try to stick to standard punctuation throughout the fic, but to capture Gideon's tone just right, I had to make an exception:

Dipper answered the door, Mabel close behind. "Hel— Gideon?"

Gideon was sweating, panting, and wild-eyed with panic. "Mabel! Dipper!" He paused to give Mabel a sweet smile. "Hi Mabel~♡" And straight back to panic. "We've got a problem! I know y'all don't want me 'round here, but—but this is an emergency!"

In the mood to share WIP scenes/snips, don't know what particularly I'd like to share; anyone have any requests? A particular character, mood, topic? If I've got something (and it's not too spoilery), I'll chuck it out.

[resinatingbeauty]

In Memory of The Best Friend I Ever Had - RIP Shadow (assumed)- 4/30/2021

Shadow showed up at my parents house where I lived at the time, one night back in 2016. I had just gotten home from working at a local country club late in the evening, tired, and physically burnt out from working 40+ hours a week on top of going to college for my associates degree. I saw something pass by the driveway out of the corner of my eye. Something massively fluffy, tail straight up in the air, trotting along. There are many feral cat colonies in this town and many cat owners that lived on that street. Needless to say, I didn't expect this one to whip back around and start chirping at me, rubbing my legs after I called to her.

My mother was adamant when my last two cats had past 8 or so years prior that she wasn't looking for any more pets. My mom loves animals, but she also loves her home and was thinking about doing renovations before adopting any new companions. I knew I was in trouble when this cat came to me with nothing but affection, clearly malnourished, but strangely well groomed. I knew she had to be owned by someone, I had no idea who.

That night I went inside after spending some time enjoying her company. At the time, I was calling 'Charlemange'' as a play on 'Charlemagne'. I had been taking a medieval humanities course at the time and the name seemed fitting enough considering how much scraggly fur she had. Huge paws. Big, fluffy tail and mane. I had never seen a cat so gorgeous around the area. All the feral cats are short hairs, reinforcing my notion that she had to be someone's pet.

I watched through the window slit of the front door as Charlemange played with the moths and other bugs that were attracted to the lamp post my parents have at the end of the driveway and regretted leaving her out there.

I simply thought that Charlemange would return home where she belonged. When I went out to my back screened in patio, whom do you think was waiting for me? Meowing? Charlemange. To my mother's horror, she would launch herself at the screen and hang there to get our attention. Imagine this big ass cat hanging from your screened in porch you've been trying to renovate by all her claws.

She was persistent and Charlemange NEVER returned home, wherever home was.

Eventually, I sealed the deal, low key giving her a can of tuna. Now you see how Shadow went from Charlemange to Shadow.

For about a month, all I had to do was make a high pitched noise and Shadow would come out of wherever brush she was stalking, running and talking until she found me. One evening, I went to give her her dinner, and she shot in the front door.

Mortified, I watched as she scooted right into the one place that I dreaded her to go. My parent's room. That night, as a 20 something, I received a lecture from my father about how my mother felt about pets. 'She isn't a kitten, you know,' he said, 'thats a grown cat. Someone else's cat.'

I just listened and acknowledged what he was saying. I knew there was no point trying to explain what exactly happened. When my dad got done going off on the back porch and went back in to bed, I heard a meow from the patio door. Shadow had been standing at the door, waiting for him to leave , almost like she was saying, 'Hey, I'm really sorry about that, sis,'

Shadow would go on to live in or around the property for nearly a month. I made an effort to find her owners and return her to no avail. Eventually, a single mom I had been working as a private tutor for as a side hustle agreed that she would take Shadow. This would only last for a few months. The family had another cat, Karma, whom had been declawed (I abhor this) and two little girls who had no respect for animals (especially cats) because of this. I knew how the oldest handled Karma and my only solace in handing Shadow over was that I knew she wouldn't be hit by a car, would be fed, loved to a degree, and would scratch the shit out of them if they fucked up.

Their mother ended up calling me, giving me money to bring Shadow in to the humane society, saying she was a wonderful cat, just not the best fit for the girls. I could only imagine what Shadow went through at that house, because the time there changed her. The collar I had on her was returned to me snapped in two. It looked like it had been pulled off. I cringed thinking about it and never put another collar back on that cat. At the time, a woman had been busted hoarding 100+ cats that had all been relinquished to the humane society and local rescues. The humane society's solution for most was euthanasia and I wasn't about that for Shadow. Back to my backyard she went.

Eventually, Shadow won over my mother and my father, especially my father, whom you would never think would love that cat so much. When my mother brought Shadow to the vet, we were surprised to find she had a chip in her ear registered to someone on our block. As per protocol, animal control was sent out to investigate. The woman told animal control that she didn't want the cat. All she did was run away. Shadow's real name was Holly, but she was still Shadow to me.

Shadow became the best friend I ever knew. Not a night went by where she wasn't under my covers sharing the pillow with me, laying stretched out on her back or side as the little spoon. If she wasn't in my bed, she would sit at the door to the bedroom, guarding me or in a chair next to me, always watching. I could do no wrong in that cat's eyes. She was the highlight of my day when I got home from every crappy job I had since. A furry coat to soak up the tears shed during long nights of insomnia and depression. An inspiration for my art and spirituality. My familiar and kindred spirit. If I would talk to her, she would respond with chirps and meows like she knew exactly what I was saying. If someone else was in the room giving her attention and I walked in, she would perk up and run toward me like they never existed. Shadow was the second cat that chose me. I have never chosen a cat from a shelter or adoption / rescue facility. This is how I acquired both my childhood furry friend and Shadow.

It all began when I noticed Shadow's fur was sticky and stiff, like she had been sitting in honey. Just the end of her tail at first. She always had this silly habit of sitting in her food tray, so I cleaned it and her and thought nothing of it until the drooling started.

Shadow had always been a drooler, but not to this extent. Drool bubbles would pop from her left lip. One night, when I came home from work before I started my leave to focus on my Etsy shop, I was horrified to find her sitting on the couch with a bloody chin. Now, there wasn't a large amount of blood, but this alarmed me significantly. It was time to see a vet, like, yesterday. Thankfully, my shop sales had been great and I didn't have to fret over the bill- I was ready to pay whatever it was to make her feel better.

The vet confirmed what I knew deep down and didn't want to acknowledge because the thought was just too painful. Cancer. No chance of survival even if I wanted to go through the hell of treatment, which involved removal of the tongue and jaw. I brought Shadow home and cried, hoping for the best -that the antibiotic would work. The vet said she had been wrong before, it could just be an abscess and it would heal. Shadow was still doing cat things. Shadow was still my best friend, she still loved me, she was still trying to cuddle me at night and surrounding me with the reminder of death in the odor of her breath.

Yesterday, I brought Shadow in to be put to sleep. The decision was made when I looked up from making a rune set and saw puddles of blood on the floor, a stream of it from her face as she was sitting in the window sill. I have never felt so heartbroken. Not even at a family member's funeral. I asked to bring her home, burying her under the tree where I buried my last cat and childhood familiar, Elmo. When I saw the standard biohazard bag peeking up through the dirt, I knew that was where she belonged. With her sister. Yesterday, my heart was buried with that cat. Eleven years was not long enough but each one filled with so much love and happiness. I stood with her until the end. The only peace I feel is that I know that she is no longer hurting. I know she knew I loved her.

I miss you Shadow. To those of you who have recently lost your best friend, your familiar or the love of your life, my heart goes out to you. I hope that someone else can read this and share my pain. I understand that there was nothing I could do but love her. Love your pets. Love them as long and as well as you can- nothing is immortal. We accept this when we commit to caring for our (mostly) furry (sometimes scaly or feathery) friends. This doesn't mean that it hurts any less when we lose them.

To my customers, who have been patiently and diligently awaiting orders while Etsy forced hiatus on my shop, preventing sales during this crisis in addition to my sister in law's wedding and me poking my own eye out back and February- you all are really the best turn of luck I've had. You do not know how much I appreciate you allowing me the time to spend these last few precious moments with her. It truly means the world to me and I hope at the end you receive something worth your time and patience. I have not forsaken fulfillment, and orders are still shipping. Unfortunately, I NEED to reopen and accept new orders, as Etsy is demanding payment for $600 worth of shipping labels. My shop is still appearing as in hiatus at the moment, but I ask for all the support my friends, supporters and followers can offer at this time as I essentially will be working for free when I reopen to pay these fees. Great, right?

If you are awaiting refunds, there is literally no money in the account associated with Etsy. However, as the funds become available, I will be processing refunds / cancellations. I'm sorry for the delays, I never thought I would say I found success at the worst possible time. I urge the rest of you- if you have a deadline for your order for the love of goddess TELL ME. I am getting a little frustrated with buyers (who are frustrated with me, understandably, but still, my item descriptions are clear about relaying deadlines) who are upset or complaining about meeting gift deadlines or other deadlines I literally had no idea about. I'm a decent psychic, but not perfect.

~ Samantha

(Owner/Designer/Creator blursedbaubles.etsy.com)