#Radio-collar

[bonefall]

a while ago you said that Starclan cats design kittens and customize them with patterns and colors from their parents genes. So, do the clan cats raise any eyebrows when it comes to people who know cat genetics? Is there a geneticist who is holding their head wondering how these two cats have this colored kit while their starclan designer was just playing around? Or do the Starclan designers still have to stay within the rules?

Basically, do the humans notice that some of these clan cats are sparkle cats lol

I try to not get too "lost in the weeds" since the humans aren't the focus of the story, just taking care that they DO have real motivations behind their actions rather than construction crews materializing out of nowhere to Do A Chaos, but...

First, the genetics of cats in Albion are different than humans in equivalent Great Britain.

Partially, this is because I honestly just don't really enjoy learning about in-depth genetics or applying them realistically. I like drawing anime characters and writing anime battles, so they have anime genetics. But more than that, off-screen, the intelligence of cats has altered the timeline of this world.

If cats really were capable of higher thinking, that totally would have had some butterfly effects. I like dropping crazy alt-history and then not elaborating on it, because it's funny. Archimedes' cat helped him invent a death ray, btw.

On that note of genetics though, you guessed right. StarClan designers DO have to work with what they have. Whatever the genetics of this alternate universe of cats are, every kit born still abides by the laws of nature.

Which brings me to...

Second, the researchers do notice that the Clan cats are special. In fact, there is a "study of magic" in this universe-- Thaumatology. "The science of wonder."

(There's no world where magic actually factually exists that science isn't all over it lmao)

Thaumatology facts I haven't shared so far since it's all offscreen and just Bonus Worldbuilding;

It is a "soft science," not a hard one.

It has a LOT of problems with replicability. Thaumatologists and Quantum Physicists have a lot of in-jokes.

The most well known (to the point of being a cliche) is "magic and quantum particles both hate being watched."

Magic is highly variable based on a bajillion very personal factors, like emotion, environment, culture, personal background, etc, so it's severely difficult to re-create it in controlled environments.

Thaumatology has a lot of overlap with sociology, archeology, and theology, so people from these fields work together a lot.

There was absolutely not a dedicated Thaumatologist working in the Research Team early on, sadly.

It was probably discovered when the Battle of the True Eclipse blew out a bunch of field cameras.

It's pretty common that photography equipment fritzes out a bit during "supernatural" times like eclipses, but the damage was extensive enough to be noteworty

The Clan cats were initially notable just for the fact they had advanced culture.

Cats are usually comparable to crows and monkeys, in this universe. So cats with fire and a crude writing system were enough to SHAKE the field of zoology.

The fact they're cats helped a lot. The public loves cats, enough that since their discovery after Speckletail attacked a bulldozer, massive outcry has secretly helped the Clans several times.

The discovery that the culture also has Thaumatological elements is more of a goldmine for a scientist than the public, though.

It's common knowledge that "animals are magic," because humanity projects traits onto them. "Of course they do, they're cats...?"

The Thaumatologist is freaking out because "THE CAT IS PROVABLY DOING ITS OWN THAUMATURGY"

Most people don't know the difference between Thaumaturgy (the functional work it does on the world) and Thaumology (the study of that as a whole), so this particular scientist is going to have a hard time explaining WHY this distinction is so special.

(And possibly even offensive to certain groups, who would insist only humans are capable of this)

In any case, eventually there would be Thaumatological interest in the Clan cats, but they weren't there in the mid to late 2010s when BB!ASC takes place.

[girlboyburger]

bears bears bears bears bears 🐻

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 14: Collaring

Summary: Alastor had carved out a nice little undead life for himself.  Drawn by the intoxicating allure of power and freedom from the mundane, he had willingly sold his soul to you, believing it would grant him unimaginable strength. And that comes back to bite him, like you always do. Warnings: Collaring, pet names, dom-sub dynamics, slight dub-con implications, use of magic as restraints, etc. MDNI, 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @tarokitsu

It was true, Alastor had carved a nice undead life for himself. Once a mere mortal with dreams of violent grandeur, he had stumbled face first into the fiery pits of Hell. Damn his way of death but then again so was life, or so the joke went. Roaming around aimlessly with no where to go, his undead life was truly in the hands of fate. The source of his power a mystery to all but you, the powerful overlord of chaos. Drawn by the intoxicating allure of power and freedom from the mundane, he had willingly sold his soul to you, believing it would grant him unimaginable strength. It did, for the most part. Years had passed since Alastor’s hand had wrapped in your glowing red ones, and he thrived in the chaotic realm, his reputation growing. He reveled in mischief, manipulating the very fabric of Hell, yet the memory of his pact lingered in the back of his mind like an unwelcome guest. You would often visit every couple months or so, caressing the edges of him mind with a gentle reminder of his pledges to you. 

Alastor, you will be an obidient and loyal servant till his undead live end and in return, I shall grant you power not even the King of Hell himself can comprehend. 

And so the years went on. Amid a chaotic feast of souls, Alastor was plotting his next broadcast without a care in the world. The dimming light of the Hellish day was coming to an end and so were the daily activities of the Radio Demon. A perfect time to stir the pot. Your form appeared in a swirling mass of shadows and light, eyes glinting like red supernovas in a void. Soon, Alastor’s evening revelry faded, and a palpable tension filled the air as you surveyed your domain.

“Alastor,” you called, voice a melody that both thrilled and haunted him. “It’s time to fulfill your end of our agreement.”

He straightened, a confident grin plastered on his face, masking the dread bubbling beneath. “Of course, my lady! I’ve been quite busy, you know. So many souls, so little time.”

Your gaze sharpened, and he felt the weight of your intent. “You think your tricks and games can postpone your payment? I need more than your fleeting soul capturing.” The atmosphere shifted as you advanced, a whirlwind of chaotic energy swirling around you. 

Alastor’s bravado faltered. “Payment? Surely, I’ve given enough in my service!”

In an instant, you summoned a red collar with a snap of your wrist, shimmering with dark energy. It coiled like a serpent in your grasp, a symbol of submission and power intertwined. You tsked softly, a small smirked coming to form maliciously on your features. “We play this game every time my dear. Every. Single. Time. Don’t you get bored of the disodience?”

Alastor’s heart raced. He had danced on the edge of fear and arousal, and was soon finding himself falling off the deep end of the latter. “Y/N, please—”

 “This is your due. A token of your servitude. You will wear it willingly, or I will make you.”

Before Alastor could finish a strangled plea, you moved with a speed that left him breathless, the collar snapping around his neck. The moment it closed, a surge of power coursed through him, forcing him to his knees. The chain linked to the collar glinted ominously, tethering him to you will. You admired the way he looked beneath you, so beligerant. He always was in the beginning but after years of this little game, you knew just how to make him keel. How to beg and plead to have any modicum of friction, how his eyes would tear up in ecasty as you made him find a demeanted form of heavenly release time after time. You revelved in that sight, in the luxury of seeing such a man as him bend and break under your will and cry for more. 

“Look at you,” you purred, the thrill of dominance evident in you voice. “You were so eager for power, yet now you kneel, bound by the very thing you sought to control.”

Alastor swallowed hard, a mix of attraction and acceptance swirling within him. He had gambled with his soul, and now he faced the oh-so delicious consequences. 

With that, you tugged the chain, pulling him closer. Alastor felt his pride start to wither away, yet he couldn’t ignore the strange thrill coursing through him. His ears laid flush against his head, clawed hands coming to grip the floorboards beneath him. He loved when you tugged on his chain, the pain shot through him in a sick sense of sadistic pleasure that never failed to make him hard. Craning your head down, eyes now level with his, you stood over him with a shit-eating grin and a imposing figure. 

“Now my pet, shall we play?” 

He couldn’t resist when your lips crashed onto his, sealing his eternal damnation to you and you alone. 

[puppyeared]

lucky!!!

[lycanemia]

[thissying]

Max & GP and the team pre-race, GP Monaco, 2023

[probablytame]

chokers collars chains; what ever. who cares. put my ass in a radio collar and study my movements. go out in the woods with your transmitter and track me down. "why is the transmitter beeping so much i don't see him" literally don't worry about it. can you keep looking over that way for a second

[alastors-airwaves]

I've heard of Omegas who wear special chokers or collars to keep Alphas from claiming them. Would that be something you'd do, Alastor?

Alastor: *chuckling, though there’s an edge to it* Ah, yes, I’m familiar with those. Collars or chokers to fend off unwanted attention from eager Alphas. Quite the fashion statement, wouldn’t you agree?

He pauses, his smile fading to something more serious.

Alastor: But no. I don’t need a collar to keep others at bay. My reputation, along with my power, should be more than sufficient to dissuade any foolish Alpha from attempting something so reckless.

[mccoys-killer-queen]

no offense but i'll take those long nights, impossible odds

[bumblebeeappletree]

Jaguar populations are falling worldwide, but the big cats are thriving in Belize, where one-third of the Central American country is protected habitat — but even this paradise isn’t perfect.

In Belize, the jaguar’s remaining refuge is divided into two big chunks of land: one in the north, and one in the south. These rainforests are connected by a narrow, six-mile corridor of forest, outside of which danger lurks for the giant cats. Known as the Maya Forest Corridor, this bottleneck in central Belize helps jaguars migrate, keeping their populations free from inbreeding. But the forest is shrinking, as mining and agriculture advance, and jaguars find themselves in dangerously close proximity to people. Conservationists are racing against time to preserve this corridor—and hopefully, to expand it.

Researchers and activists are identifying the secret routes the elusive jaguars take through this corridor. Using hundreds of camera traps, wildlife biologist Emma Sanchez has observed the behavior of jaguars and successfully mapped their many pathways. In Runaway Creek, a nature reserve in the heart of the Maya Forest Corridor, ecologist Ray Cal uses another approach: radio collars. These tools track the cats’ movements—and tell conservation organizations where they should purchase new land to protect the jaguar, and secure its future.

[coyotesinew]

Oooh oooohh #7 fir the ask game you reblogged :D

7. Favorite type of gear?

Oooo that’s a hard one. I really love my tails, but I think my collars are probably my favorite. I really enjoy the weight and feeling of wearing a collar, and the auditory aspect if I’m wearing one with tags. I just recently got a thicker collar and when I wear it with no tags it feels a lot like what I’d imagine a radio collar to feel :3 which is nice, because a lot of times when I’m anything other than a domestic dog it can feel wrong to wear my collars since they’re all very dog-ish (unsurprisingly, lol)

[bonefall]

Warriors game where you play as a group of researchers trying to collect data on the cats as they sabotage every attempt for you to observe them. AND you're on a budget.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 22: Choking

Summary: Vox decides to give you a little gift, a choker necklace in his colors. How thoughtful of him, right? Until he reveals it's alternative purpose as a means of making you fucked out and pliant before him as he restricts your flow of oxygen Warnings: Breath play, sub/dom dynamics, ownership, possesion, collaring, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption! Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redfoxwritesstuff GO CHECK OUT THEIR STUFF! I LIVE EVERYDAY TO READ THEIR WORKS AND SO SHOULD YOU!! <3

About a week ago, Vox found himself wandering the neon-lit streets, his thoughts lingering on you. You had been together for a while now, and he wanted to give you something special—a token of his affection that would embody your unique bond. Now, by all accounts, Vox was not the lovey-dovey type. But with you, his cold metal heart had softened and soon after a year or so of dating, he had found himself wishing and wanting domestic things that he had never truly wanted before. You came before buisness, before power, before it all. As he roamed through a quirky shop filled with all manner of strange trinkets, a glimmering choker caught his eye. Without a second thought, it was customized and purchased. 

Sleek and stylish, adorned with a ‘V’ in shimmering lettering, and crafted in his signature colors: vibrant red and electric blue. Vox grinned; he could already picture your reaction. And how you might play with this new found item. Later that evening, he presented the choker to you in a small, black, rectangular box. Eyes lighting up with joy as you let him slip it around your neck, the ‘V’ resting just above your collarbone. The colors complemented you perfectly, and Vox couldn’t help but puff up with pride. 

“You look amazing,” he said, a smug grin on his face. 

You beamed, fingers brushing over the choker. “I love it! I’ll wear it everywhere!”

Well, you were to your word, much to Vox’s chagrin. You donned the choker every day, and Vox felt a surge of satisfaction each time he saw you wearing it. It was a visible mark of their relationship, his ownership, and he reveled in the fact that you chose to show it off. 

Now we enter the present. It’s late evening, the firey sun is setting over the Hellish landscape as you sit, legs crossed over Vox’s lap. Enjoying an evening that seemed like every other, you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s plan. Sure, his attention had been more physical tonight, but was it not? To you, Vox was simply just showering you with affection like always. Oh how wrong you were. Your boyfriend was devious, never truly doing everything one-hundred percent out of the kindness of his heart. Your choker was a gift yes, for you, but also for him. And tonight he decided he should reveal a hidden perk of his purchase. With a sly smile, he wrapped his arm around your should and a clawed finger came to press a small button at the back of your choker. With a puff of blue magic, a long and heavy chain unfurled glinting in the moonlight; Vox taking the opportunity of your surprise to tug on the small attachment he’d concealed at the back. 

“Check this out,” he said, his tone playful yet suggestive. 

Your eyes widened with a mix of surprise and intrigue. “A leash?”

“Yep! It’s not just for show,” he said, giving it a harsh tug to bring your lips to barely hover over his own. “What do you think?”

You felt a rush of excitement at the thought, all of that energy running straight down to settle in the form of a wetness in your core. The idea of the choker and leash added a new layer to your dynamic, something that hinted at both power and lust. 

“I think it’s kind of hot,” you replied, a teasing smile creeping onto your lips. 

Vox’s smugness deepened, thrilled that you shared his sentiment. “Wanna try it out?”

With a playful nod, you gave him all the permission he needed. The feeling was exhilarating, a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Vox couldn’t help but admire how the choker highlighted your beauty, spoke to his power over you in every way. Yes, he loved you, but he also owned you body and spirit. Every curve of your body, every breath from your lips, was his to claim and treasure for all of his undead eternity. 

Another tug had the choker tightening around your neck, contricting your airway in a painfully delicious manner. Your lips parted in a sinful gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Every fiber and nerve came alight, blood pumping fiercely at the lack of oxygen. Vox slammed his mouth to yours, tongue taking the opportunity to slip past your parted lips and into the welcoming wet cave of your mouth. Tongues battling for dominace, you eventually yielded when Vox again tightened your choker and your body could not be help to open your mouth more and give into his powerful apendage. 

Pulling back for a brief moment, a near pornographic scene played out before you. A slick string of saliva connected your lips, your body weak and pliant before the TV demon as you had your collared and obedient to his every command. The top buttons of his shirt undone, showing off the defined tones of his chest as his suit pants did little to hide the growing hard-on he was sporting. Every bit of your present moment screamed sex appeal and you were living for it. 

“How much do you think you can take before you become just a sweet little hole for me to fuck as you pass out?”

Oh, you were definetly loving this gift.

[yotenotes]

yote named arthur + wuff

[lycanemia]

[purpledisastertwin900]

I don’t need to say anything.

No you do not