#She has a litter of poor kittens to take care of

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 319

Ghosts can retreat to their core when they’re hurt enough. Really, when they’re close to a second death, or in such distress that they risk shattering themselves. They, for lack of better term, hibernate until it’s safe for them reform, and continue on their way. 

Halfas are a little… different. 

See, technically, they can’t die. One half will end up healing or reviving the other. But, they can still retreat to their core. The issue comes from well, the living half, that is, the half still made of flesh and bone. Which unlike ectoplasm, cannot shift and meld at will, and in fact? Most if not all of it is, once more for lack of better term, shed. 

Meaning that halfas, should they retreat to their core emerges with the body noticeably… smaller. 

Now of course they keep their memories, their core would never forget after all, unlike the brain which relied on more… fleshy means. Not that the current halfas were exactly aware of that fact when they instinctively did so in self preservation. They are… not pleased upon their emergence. 

The woman who stole their cores- which were apparently sold as gemstones what the fuck- is… definitely not happy either. And- okay that is not their english, where the fuck did they end up- 

[spacebarbarianweird]

The Dead, the Half-Dead and the Undead

Synopsis: Baby Alethaine is ten and, apparently, the thing she is a dhampir isn't the only problem Astarion and Tiriel have to face.

Tags: dadstarion, dhampirs, necromancy

Alethaine's age: 10

Thanks @queenofthespacesquids for beta-reading!

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Headcanons

Astarion immerses himself in one of his books. It is a complex text that has been written by some ancient magic who had probably been completely insane

Necromancy is an interesting subject, but damn difficult for those without an innate aptitude for it.

It's still midday, but out there in the underground part of Daggerlake, it doesn't matter. The city is divided into two parts, above ground and underground. The city is mostly populated

by dwarves, halflings, and humans but for some reason it feels like home for Astarion.

Besides, the town dwellers had decided they'd better have a vampire of their own than be threatened by other undead.

Astarion is still puzzled by this. Yes, these people should be grateful to him and Tiriel for saving them from a particularly nasty fairy pact. But letting them stay? Tiriel, a half-elven warrior, is one thing, but him, a vampire? Do they really want to share the town with him?

But they are fine. They treat him like others would treat some retired wizard or a former mercenary. But he knows he must be careful - one mistake and the neighbors will remember who Astarion truly is and that there is a reason why he never goes to the upper town in the daylight.

And there is a complication Astarion always has to take into account.

“Dad! Dad!”

Astarion looks up and sees ten-year-old Alethaine. She is upside down, but the hem of her dress brushes the ceiling, ignoring gravity. There's a bit of forest dirt on the girl's shoes, and he can distinguish the smell of wood.

“I told you not to go alone,” Astarion says. When she was younger, Astarion often found it difficult to parent her. The moment she asked something or started crying, he was ready to do anything just to make her feel better. It took him time to get a grip and establish boundaries. He is her father. If he wants the best for her, he has to be strict sometimes. Even if the response is tears and anger. 

“I didn’t go to the woods! I was in the meadow. It’s still in the town!”

Fair enough. The meadow is a favorite place for town kids since it is indeed the forest but their asses won’t get whooped by their parents.

“So, what is it, princess?”

Alethaine jumps on the floor with a soft “thump” and she inclines toward him making direct eye contact. Astarion still wonders sometimes if her eyes black because his eyes used to be, too, or because of her dhampirism. 

Dhampir.

Half-undead. Does Alethaine even understand what it truly means to her? Town kids don’t really care and adore her ability to walk on ceilings and steal sweets for them. But will it last long? She is ten. When she and her friends grow up, they will notice things that make her different. Will they start fearing her the same way town dogs start howling if Alethaine or Astarion pass by? Will they avoid her? Will they force her out of town to go seek her own kind?

“I want a kitten.”

“Princess, last time I checked cats don’t really like us, either.”

Alethaine sits beside him and forces him to close the book. “No, you don’t understand! A week ago, I found a kitten! She didn’t like me at first but I’ve been bringing her food. And today Wyv let me hold her! She doesn’t mind me at all!”

“Wyv?” 

“She is albino! She has red eyes and white fur! I think she went missing from her litter. Or maybe her mother's cat forced her to go. Please! Pretty please! She is so tiny, she won’t make it on her own! And I will take care of her!”

Alethaine stares at him with puppy eyes and her elven ears twitch with anticipation.

“Mum won’t mind, she will be happy there is an animal that doesn’t react to me as if I am some evil entity!”

“Princess, there is a very big chance this poor creature will run away once it senses me in the house. Last time I checked I am still undead.”

“And I am half-undead! Wyv got used to me, she will get used to you, too!”

Astarion flicks the tip of her nose. “But if your mother asks, you forced me to say “yes”.

Alethaine squeals and wraps her hands around his neck forcing him to drop the book. Astarion chuckles when he feels the soft prickling of her teeth on his skin. 

“I will be right back!” Alethaine rushes outside, slamming the door.

He had 200 years of pure misery and it still hurts him to see how much was taken from him. But then… Thirty years of something else. Something he hadn’t wished to have.

A woman to hold and to love who is brave enough to trust and care. 

Fifteen years of adventures, when they could go wherever they wanted and do whatever they desired. Then, they were offered to stay in Daggerlake, a small town near the Unicorn Rim.

Home was a concept unfamiliar to both of them and Tiriel sometimes begged him to return to the road.

But he was adamant. He needed a home. He needed a place to stay. To own. He wanted a place to stash all the artifacts and books they'd found, a comfortable bed to sleep and make love. 

Tiriel wanted it, too, though didn’t admit it.

And five years later the thing he’d least expected happened.

He barely remembers how it was - he was so drunk on blood, he felt his undead heart beating. Then he found Tiriel and dragged her home to pin her to the bed.

As a result…

Alethaine.

His daughter. His flesh and blood. 

Sometimes he treats Alethaine as a matter of course. Most men in Daggerlake have children, and usually more than one. But sometimes Astarion gets distracted and forgets where he is, and only comes back to reality when Alethaine taps him on the shoulder and then Astarion looks at her in awe, wondering how he even deserves her.

Ten years. Such a tiny piece of time but Alethaine’s whole life. Astarion can already see the woman she is becoming. The woman he will be proud of, the woman who will have the freedom he had to fight for.

Suddenly, Astarion realizes Alethaine has been missing for far too long. The meadow isn’t really far away and it’s already sunset - Astarion feels it.

Astarion locks the house and goes looking for his daughter.

It's already night when he gets to the meadow. Alethaine is there sitting on her knees with her head bowed.

“Alethaine, what did we talk about not being outside after sunset?”

She doesn’t answer. Astarion comes closer and sees that her face is red as if she has just stopped crying.

“Princess, what happened?” 

“It’s my fault” she sniffs. “I should have taken her with me right away,” her shoulders tremble and Alethaine bursts into tears once again.

Astarion kneels beside her, not knowing what to do. He still hasn’t learned how to react to her tears properly - so he does the only thing that works all the time with both her and Tiriel and also works for him.

He hugs her.

Through her muffled cries Astarion manages to understand that the albino kitten got out of the shelter and someone kicked her with such effort she died instantly. Now the kitten’s body lies in a small hole in the ground with her mouth wide open and stains of blood on the white fur.

'It's not your fault, it’s the fault of whoever did this, not yours.’

“No, you don’t understand! I could have taken her with me! If you had said “no”, I would have given her to the neighbors! And now she is dead! She is dead because of me!” Now Alethaine almost screams with all the sorrow a ten-year-old girl is capable of.

Astarion hugs his daughter tighter. He often stays with her on his own when Tiriel leaves to do some adventuring job - and usually, Astarion has no trouble. But right now the only thing he needs is for Tiriel to be at home. Because she can find the right words. She always can. Because what exactly does he need to tell Alethaine? It’s the first time she’s witnessed death. And it was the vilest example possible. 

An innocent creature was killed for fun. 

Well, maybe he should find that person and break their legs. It won’t help but maybe it will make Alethaine feel better. 

“Alethaine, let’s go home.” 

Alethaine doesn’t answer. 

“Princess, come on,” he repeats.

His vampiric senses feel that something is wrong. As if something eerie, and unnatural has started to happen.

Astarion glances at the dead kitten.

Then the kitten moves.

“What in hell…,” he mutters. 

It opens its eyes which glow an unnatural green color. The paws twitch, and the mouth opens showing small fangs. 

“Dad! Look! Wyv is alive! She was just wounded! And I thought she was dead!” Alethaine exclaims, grabbing the dead kitten. “We need to show her to the healer!”

Alethaine’s eyes glow with the same eerie shade of green.

Necromancy.

Alethaine has just used the “Rise Animal” spell.

A spell so difficult it takes mages years to learn it. 

Alethaine drops the dead kitten on the ground as if it were a poisonous snake.

“No… What is wrong with her, Dad?”

The kitten immediately sits up and freezes. Waiting for orders. 

“She is dead, isn’t she?” Alethaine sniffs. The kitten doesn't move, staring at her with its resurrected eyes.

Necromancer. If being a dhampir wasn't enough for her. Necromancers have always been outcasts with their abilities to raise the dead and cast the darkest of spells.

Alethaine is one of them. Twice an outcast.

“Alethaine '' Astarion makes her face him. “Listen to me carefully. There must be strings, connecting you with the kitten. Like a puppet doll. You need to cut them.”

“But she will die”

“It is already dead. it’s not a life. Put it to rest.”

Alethaine wipes tears and the weird glowing fades. Alethaine concentrates, looks at her hands, and then makes a movement with her fingers as if she were tearing threads.

The dead kitten falls on the ground like a puppet.

Alethaine sits down tired and exhausted. Resurrecting a creature, even small animals, is a difficult spell requiring much energy even from adult mages. For a ten year old it’s the equivalent of hiking in the mountains. 

Astarion takes Alethaine in their hands.

“Dad?”

“Hm?”

“Will you and mum still love me if I am a necromancer?”

“Of course, we will.”

“You can’t get necrotic damage, can you?”

“Well, I am very undead myself. So fear not, you won’t harm me even accidentally”

“And mum? She is mortal, she can get hurt.”

Astarion sighs. Damn, ‘Tiriel should come back sooner, I can’t answer all those questions’.

“You won’t hurt her. Don’t worry.”

Silence. The little dhampir doesn’t believe him. Alethaine sniffs again.

“Did it hurt when you were resurrected?”

Astarion has to make an effort to keep himself composed. It is still traumatic. Still hurts. Two hundred years of pain. Tortures. Isolation. Transformation.

“I am a vampire, not a ghoul. Ghouls don’t feel anything. They are already dead. you resurrected the flesh but Wyv didn’t feel anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Alethaine, promise me you won't try to practice alone, all right? No one must know you are a necromancer. People won’t understand. ”

The rest of the walk home is passed in silence. That evening Alethaine refuses to eat, and all attempts to cheer her up fail. She's heartbroken and scared, and whatever is weighing on her mind, she just can't process it. 

He needs to think something up. The sooner, the better. Before Alethaine harms herself or someone in the town.

**

Alethaine can't sleep. 

It's been a week and she feels terrible. There are whispers on the edge of her mind, dark and frightening, they call to her, they promise her something. 

Alethaine can't shut them up.

She sees threads stretching from her fingers to the dead animals. Worse, she feels the threads leading to living people.

Cause them necrotic damage, the darkness whispers. It is going to be fun! Strike fear in them, make them scream, make them cry! And drink their blood if that’s to your liking!

Tiriel didn’t say anything when she heard what had happened. But Alethaine sees uneasiness in her eyes. Of course, she is afraid! There are strings attached to her as well, one or two necrotic spells and she is dead!

Astarion left two days later - he said he would try to look for something. Alethaine cried and begged to take her with him, but he refused. 

Alethaine has locked herself in her room, barely leaving. But the silence and solitude are the fuel for nightmares. For the darkness. For tempting whispers.

The little dhampir gets out of her bed and goes to her parents’ bedroom. Tiriel is fast asleep under a blanket. Peaceful and quiet.

Alethaine fumbles at the door. She is ten, not three! She is too old to sleep with her mother. But the thought of spending one more night alone with those whispers feels awful.

“Kitten? Are you alright?”

“Mum… can… I…”

“Come here.”

Alethaine gets under the blanket and her mother’s arms immediately wrap around her.

“I am afraid,” Alethaine finally admits. 

“I know, Kitten. Dad will think something up.”

“What if I hurt you while he is away?”

“You won’t”

“How can you know that? I am a necromancer!” 

Alethaine turns around to see her mother’s face. 

“Alethaine, you are also a dhampir and I don’t remember you ever trying to drain me. And you’ve had your fangs since you were five months old.”

Alethaine relaxes and hugs mother back. 

“Mum, did you always know dad was a vampire?”

“Hm, I learned it on the third day I think. Woke up to him trying to bite me. He is lucky I’d already liked him.”

“And you weren’t afraid to be with him?”

“No. Your father was a troubled person, not easy to handle. But he was worth it. I know you are scared. People don’t take it easy when someone can cast dark spells. But it doesn’t mean you have to be alone or be a bad person, even if it’s expected. You will meet people who will accept you for who you are. Who will love you. One of the kindest men I knew was a warlock with a devil pact. Things aren’t always what they seem.”

Your mother’s blood is so warm! You’ve tasted it once, remember? When you were dying of bloodlust! Bite her, take what is rightfully yours!

As if hearing the intrusive thoughts, Tiriel hugs her daughter tighter. 

“Whatever happens, we will always be with you. We will help you, we will support you, and no matter what happens, you can always trust us. Even if you do something really bad. ”

Alethaine sniffs and buries her nose in her mother’s neck. 

The darkness steps away, and the girl falls asleep.

She doesn’t have nightmares for the first time that week.

“Alethaine,” she feels a soft tap on her shoulder. “Wake up.”

Alethaine opens her eyes and sees she is still in her parents’ bed. Tiriel, fully dressed, stands at the doors.

“Hm?”

“Dad is back. Could you go down to the basement?”

Alethaine, still half asleep, dresses up and goes down. Her senses immediately tell her Astarion isn’t alone. 

“Hello, princess,” Astarion strokes her head the moment she gets closer.

A man in a dirty red robe sits on the wooden bench. His head is bald and his right eye is missing. Instead, there is a blue gemstone with intricate runes. 

“Astarion, don’t you tell me she is a dhampir.”

“Oh, she very much is! Alethaine, this is Nris. He is going to be your teacher.”

“Astarion, I deeply appreciate you for saving me from that devil but I am not morally ready to teach a dhampir necromancy!”

“I doubt you will be able to pay me. My services are expensive. And I can always sell you back to the devils. I need you to teach my daughter necromancy. End of story.”

“For fuck sake… How old are you?”

Alethaine steps back. “T-ten”

“Fuck, this is the worst age ever! In a year she will hit puberty and it’s bad even without dhampirism and necromancy!”

Alethaine looks at her father.

“Dad, I don't like him.”

“He is a necromancer, princess. People aren’t supposed to like them.”

“Astarion, I knew I shouldn’t have made deals with you! A devil is better than a vampire! At least with devils, I know what to expect! Alethaine, you know what your father did? He took advantage of my desperate situation and forced me to make a pact with him.”

“Nris, don’t be stupid. It’s a working agreement!” Astarion grins. “And I can summon your former master any time, and, I fear, this time he will be harsher on you.”

Nris curses again, and Alethaine makes a note to use one of the slurs next time she gets into a fight. 

The necromancer stretches his right hand, covered in weird tattoos. “Come here, Alethaine.”

Nris sends a shiver down her spine, but Astarion only nudges his daughter slightly, forcing her to approach the mage.

“Dhampir, necromancer, and all this with Fey blood. You did pick the wild cards out of Tasha’s cauldron. What exactly did you do to make your father save my ass from the devils?”

“I-I revived a kitten.”

Nris flinches. “I hate sorcerers to my guts! I’ve spent decades learning how to revive small animals - and you did it just like that! But good for you that you didn’t resurrect a human because if you had, the townsfolk would have burnt you alive. I was trying to make the darkness talk to me and it still doesn’t answer back but it calls upon you like an old friend. Life is truly unfair, Alethaine Ancunin.”

Alethaine is silent, unable to stop staring at the gemstone in the eye socket. The runes move resembling trapped flies. 

“Very well, let’s start from learning the basics!”

**

Astarion leaves the basement. When he glances back he sees Alethaine drawing runes on the floor while Nris is giving her the lecture.

Astarion is tired. He didn’t have time to rest during the week, and besides, the worry of leaving a ten-year-old necromancer who didn’t understand how to control her powers alone with Tiriel plagued him like a nightmare.

Nris doesn’t look like the most decent or talented mage but he is bound to him by a pact and doesn’t have any desire to return to the devils. So, he is going to live in the secret basement under their house and teach Alethaine as much as he can. 

Wild cards out of Tasha’s dungeon. Yes, that’s true. An unlikely child with dangerous skills. 

Astarion finds Tiriel in the inner yard, throwing axes into the wooden wall. He approaches her and hugs them from behind, placing his chin on her shoulder.

“Tired?” she asks.

“Can I take your blood?”

She touches his curls with her tender fingers. “Of course.”

Astarion indulges his fangs in her neck. Blood streams down his throat, calming him down. Tiriel falters. He immediately releases her neck and takes her in his hands to carry Tiriel to the bedroom.

When they get there they lie together on the bed, their fingers intertwined. Due to sharpened hearing Astarion feels a distant echo from the basement. It seems like Alethaine and Nris have started a screaming match.

“You really didn’t warn him, did you?” Tiriel asks, drawing invisible symbols on his back.

“Maybe. Kind of.”

“Well, at least I won’t be the only mortal in the house.”

“Tiriel, don’t make him your drinking pal, I beg you!” Astarion laughs.

“What? A mug of ale after a difficult day hasn't hurt anyone yet.” Tiriel touches the tip of his ear. “Meditate. I will be with you.”

Astarion nods. Thirty years of happy memories are enough to give him bliss. He concentrates and lets the flow of memories take him to reverie.

Astarion holds Alethaine for the first time. A newborn girl is probably still in pain after being pushed into the world. He hears her fast heartbeat as her living heart pumps half-undead blood through her veins.

He cradles her in his arms. Alethaine is so warm, so delicate, so innocent. It’s not yet clear if she is a dhampir but Astarion knows he loves her. It’s a different form of affection, unknown to him. A selfless love for a child, a desire to make sure she won’t endure the same hardships as he did.

And she must not know.

Astarion gives himself a promise. His daughter will never know about his past. it will never taint her. The pain, the touches, the humiliation, the violence - she will not know a word of it. 

Her mindset will be free of that dirt and of that darkness. He won’t pass it. 

“Thank you, my love,” Astarion whispers. “This is a gift.”

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[tightjeansjavi]

pornstar!joel & pornstar!tommy + their fur/scaly bby’s

Joel & Artemis |

Joel never considered himself to be a ‘huge’ animal person, but then little Artemis came into his life and he became a devoted cat dad overnight! (Literally)

The cat distribution system works in mysterious ways, and while out on a quick smoke break in the back alley of the studio…Joel meets his little feline companion for the first time.

He doesn’t notice her at first, but then he hears the tiniest, softest meow and this little black fluff ball comes creeping out from behind a trash bin. The poor thing is skittish, and after she takes one look at Joel, she scurries right back into her hiding spot.

The following morning Joel has come prepared to win the little kitten over with cans of tuna (a whole pack of them) he sets one out a couple feet away from the trash bin, and then another, and another. Once the trail of tuna cans are set, he waits in a patiently crouched position, hoping that this little kitten will trust him.

He doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of a kitten, but he’ll be damned if he leaves her out on the street to fend for herself for another night.

He’s just about to give up when the alley door swings open and Tommy makes an appearance, leaned against the side of the wall, hands cupped around his face so he can light his cigarette. When he notices his brother crouched down on the pavement, with a trail of open tuna cans leading to the trash bin, he raises a brow. “the fuck you doin?’”

Joel doesn’t respond verbally, and instead brings a finger to his lips, glowering at his brother in a silent: shut the fuck up.

Then, by some miracle, little Artemis has been wooed by the familiar scent of tuna and creeps out from behind the trash bin.

Joel remains still as the little black kitten takes a nibble from each of the open cans, unable to just pick one and soon she’s within arms reach of him. His heart melts into a damn puddle when he hears her happy little munch, munch, munch, noises and he hesitantly reaches his hand out.

She has the softest fur, and when he hears her purr when he gently scratches behind her ears, he knows he’s done-fore.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I don’t think there’s a pussy out there that doesn’t like you, Joel.” Tommy shoots him a wink before flicking his cigarette butt off to the side.

Imbecile. Joel thinks to himself as he carefully scoops Artemis up into his arms, cradling her like a baby.

-

Joel drags Tommy to the vet with him, and after a successful visit and Artemis getting all her shots and such, they’re off to PetSmart!

He buys her the biggest cat bed he can find, a well suited litter box, all the toys she could ever want all the while he keeps her cradled against his chest and speaking softly to her as if she can understand what he’s saying: “you’re my little baby love now, Artie. And you’re never gonna go hungry or cold again, okay?”

The first night that little Artemis is in her new home, she doesn’t sleep on her cat bed, she sleeps right on Joel’s chest, curled up in a little ball while he reads.

Artemis and Tommy have some serious beef and anytime he makes her mad, she bops him!

She of course has a little pink collar with her name tag and a bell so that Joel knows where she’s at 🥺

She’s got a big big personality and she’s the perfect little balance in Joel’s life

-

Tommy & Trixie |

To most people, Tommy comes across as the type of guy who would own a dog, maybe a cat, but Tommy is a weird unique guy, so of course he would have a ball python as a pet!

Trixie (Mattel) is Tommy’s little pride and joy!

He’s a big fan of reptiles and he purchased Trixie from a reputable friend who raised ball pythons and other reptiles.

When Tommy told Joel he was getting a pet, Joel expected his brother to get a dog: a pit bull specifically. So, you can imagine the shocked look on his face when Tommy came over with Trixie comfortably wrapped around his arm like a bracelet.

“…a snake?” I hate snakes.

“Yeah! Ain’t she Purdy? Her name is Trixie!”

“As in Mattel? The drag queen?”

“Hell yeah! She’s fierce, isn’t that right Trixie?” Tommy coos and strokes her sweet little head with his finger.

“I hate snakes, Tommy.” Joel grumbles.

“Cool it, Indiana.” Tommy says teasingly. “Trixie is the nicest reptile you’ll ever meet!”

Trixie has her own instagram page as Tommy’s side hobby outside of making porn, he knits her silly little hats that have now gone viral.

Trixie doesn’t care that Joel hates snakes, Trixie loves Joel <3

Trixie and Artemis have met and they like to nap in the sun together ♡

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I'd love to hear about what type of pets that each skeleton would own, what the skeletons would name their pets, and if they chose between adopting from a humane society or buying from a pet breeder.

Undertale Sans - A parrot or a cockatiel! He loves birds and will teach them to ruin the life of everyone in the house. If he ever adopts one, it will be from a humane society. He would probably give it a pun name.

Undertale Papyrus - He kinda adopted the annoying dog on the Surface, now walking him in the street and all. Sure, he is embarrassed when the dog simply absorbs a public bench in public, but he is kinda attached now??? His name is just Dog. Not very inventive, but it seems it's the only name the dog answers???

Underswap Sans - He's not a big fan of classic pets. He would much rather have a snake or a spider. He's more a breeder type, as he wants very specific animals. He gives them sweet ridiculous names like Cookie or Cupcake.

Underswap Papyrus - He adopted three labrador dogs on the surface and he is always with them. In the house, there's more chance falling on him hugging his dogs than his S/O lol, and he's one of the most cuddly skeleton. He found them in the streets, it was a litter, and he never gave them back. Their names are Ramon, Dapper and Pomme.

Underfell Sans - He's not the animal type, but if he ever finds a stray cat or dog, he will end up keeping it because he is way more soft than he thinks he is. Like Sans, the poor baby would end with a pun name.

Underfell Papyrus - He has two cats. Doomfanger, who he adopted Underground as a baby, after she fell from the Surface and Stormbringer, a kitten he adopted in a humane society he was working for. Edge is also a foster parent for orphan kitten and very old cats.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - They have a farm, so quite a lot of animals, added to random stray cats or dogs Oak brings home and decides they're his. They all have a name, but it's usually common names, like Carrot for a rabbit or Nugget for a chicken...

Horrorswap Sans - He has a service dog, Harper, who helps him in the everyday life with his missing leg.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He has a service and emotionnal service dog as well, he named her Antoinette, that helps him to prevent panic attacks and calm him down when something triggers him so much he loses sense of reality.

Horrorfell Sans - Nah, not the type to have animals. He's fine on his own, he doesn't want anyone to ever depend on him ever again.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He still has his Doomfanger, who is an old lady now. He is fostering feral cats in his garden as well, feeding and neutering them, and assuring their protection.

Swapfell Sans - He is kinda the second family of the neighbour's cat, he named Karen bis. Nox is not supposed to feed it, but man, those eyes... He can't refrain himself, and yes, maybe, he let the cat spend the night in his house one or twice... Or more.

Swapfell Papyrus - He has a goat, Spencer. He won her as a price in a contest, as a baby, and he raised her. He made her a little shed in the garden and he's walking her like a dog.

Fellswap Gold Sans - NOPE. No pets allowed at home.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He tried to sneak different animals in, but Wine always find them and asks him to give them back :(

Outertale Sans - He has a parrot, King, who sings crude songs and says bad words. His old owner taught him to do that and no one wanted him to the humane society because of that. Moon thinks it's funny.

Outertale Papyrus - He has stick bugs to entertain the kiddos he's keeping at home. It's not moving much, it's silent, best choice possible. They don't really have names though. There are so many and they all look similar.

Dancetale Sans - Nah, he's too busy to take care of an animal properly. Maybe in his old days when he retreats.

Dancetale Papyrus - Same than his brother. He loves to pet the neighbours dogs and sneak them in his garden when they're not here though.

Dancefell Sans - He has a german sheperd, Cerise. That's her baby, he dresses her like a princess all the time. He finds her in the streets.

Dancefell Papyrus - He has a border collie, Socrate, who is part of his dance show. The dog is very receptive to all sorts of tricks so Tango taught him how to dance. They're entering contests every year as well. He bought the dog to a breeder.

Farmtale Sans and Papyrus - Well obviously, they have a lot of farm animals, and three barn dogs who are living with the sheeps. Their names are Stitch, Lilo and Simba. They're mostly Ben's dogs.

Mafiatale Sans - He has coi karps in a huge tank in his basement. He loves to watch them instead of working. They don't have names though.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He has a fox, Bleach, which he found in the forest one day and raised by hands. No one knows he has one and he's not supposed too, but who's going to tell a member of the mafia it's wrong?

Mafiafell Sans - Fang has lots of dogs, staffs and pit bulls who are working dogs mainly, but he's living with them at home and loves them all. They are all girls, and they all have a little name: Princess, Love, Sweetie, Mary, Snow, ... He is a breeder.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He has a persan cat, Hellbringer (which he also nicknames "My sweet little baby princess"), he adopts to a breeder. She is her sweet baby and he would die for her if she asks it. It can be surprising to see the boss of the mafia talking with a stupid voice to the cat.

Ink - Nah, his memory is too bad anyway, he would forget it somewhere.

Error - He has two goldfishes, they don't have names. He found them in an empty universe and kept them for some reason. They're entertaining. Their name are Blank and Space.

Disbelief Papyrus - He has a small pug named Aurora. He saved her from a neighbour who was abusing her. He was not supposed to keep her, but he got too attached.

Dustale Sans - A pack of wolves adopted him in the forest thinking he's a kind of weird looking dog.

Killer Sans - He has two rats, Baghera and Baloo, and he's walking them in his pockets all the time.

[negative-speedforce]

1, 6, 8, 9, 11, 13 for the injury prompts <3333

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

From this prompt list

For: Siv

CW: Animal injury and discussion of animal death

"Oh. Oh my god." Siv stopped running, seeing something in the middle of the road. A black hairless cat lay there, whimpering in pain, her back legs and torso having been crushed by a car. Siv pulled off their jacket, flipping it inside-out so that no blood would stain the inner lining, and wrapped it around the cat, cradling it in her arms.

Siv took a deep breath, holding the squirming bundle close to their chest, when she noticed six tiny kittens running towards her. They all looked like their mama, black and wrinkly. "Okay. Okay, here's what we're gonna do-" Siv hoisted the injured cat over one shoulder, causing it to yowl in pain. "-fuck."

Siv started scooping the kittens into their pockets, thankful for her choice earlier to wear cargo pants. They sincerely hoped that the kittens wouldn't get into her weapons stash, but she was fairly certain that the leather case that the throwing knives in her left hip pocket were in was kitten-proof.

Then she saw it. Mewling and limping, struggling to get to its mama. The runt of the litter, Siv assumed by its tiny figure, had been born different, with legs that didn't quite work.

"Oh, you poor baby." Siv kneeled down, careful not to drop the injured cat on their shoulder, and reached down to grab the kitten. Immediately, it hissed and lashed out, slashing tiny claws across Siv's skin. "Ouch. Spicy baby. But I'm still faster."

Quicker than the feisty kitten could react, Siv grabbed it by the nape of its neck and stuffed it into her pocket. They reached for their phone, struggling to find it under the two kittens that were in that pocket, but successfully retrieved it, going into her maps app and searching up "Veterinary Hospitals". There was one only a few blocks away.

Siv made sure all their pockets were buckled and that the cat was secure against her shoulder, then dashed off in the direction of the vet clinic, screeching to a halt in their driveway.

"I have an injured cat." Siv walked up to the front desk. "I think she got hit by a car."

"We'll have someone to look at her as soon as possible. Is she yours?"

"No. I found her in the road. I don't know if she has a family or if she's a stray."

"Go ahead and take a seat. We'll have someone out in just a moment."

Siv sat on one of the plastic chairs next to a kennel with a very familiar golden retriever.

"Stella?" Siv whispered, putting their hand down for the dog to sniff. Stella immediately began licking her hand, tail thumping against the bottom of her crate.

"She likes you." A tall woman with long purple locs said. "I don't."

"You." Siv narrowed her eyes. "I assure you, the feeling's mutual."

"I'm not going to fight you here." Cassandra sat down next to Siv, pulling Stella's crate closer to her protectively. "Jay's dog hasn't been eating. We need to make sure it isn't anything serious."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Siv adjusted the cat on their shoulder. "Stella's a sweetheart. We used to play with her in Jay's backyard back in high school."

"Hmmm." Cassandra turned up her nose at Siv, turning the other way.

A few moments later, a vet tech walked up to Siv. "Hi. Are you the one who found the cat?"

Siv nodded. "I am."

"Follow me."

Siv followed the tech back, giving one last withering glare at Cassandra before going through the doors into the veterinary hospital. When they reached the exam room, Siv lay the cat on the bed, folding up their jacket and placing it on one of the nearby chairs.

"This is really bad." The vet tech said, examining the shaking cat's crushed lower body. "We might need to euthanize her."

"What about the kittens?"

"What kittens?"

Siv opened her pockets, pulling out three kittens. "These kittens. There's six of them."

"Keep them, or bring them to a shelter." The tech replied. "Though if you intend to keep them, I'd recommend this one. The runt. It'll be the hardest for her to get adopted, especially with her legs like that. Just tape them upright and leave them like that for a couple weeks, and she'll be walking normally in no time."

Siv looked down at the feisty kitten, who was currently attacking the vet tech's shoelaces. "Will she need to be bottle-fed?"

"No. I think they're all old enough to eat soft food. Either canned food or dry, soaked in warm water." The vet tech replied. "Oh. There's the vet."

A man with glasses and dark brown hair in a bun walked in, dressed in rainbow scrubs. "Hey, I'm Zach, I'm the vet." He leaned over, giving the injured cat a scratch on the head. "Yeah, we're gonna need to euthanize her. She's dying, it's the kindest thing we can do. I'm gonna scan her for a microchip, see if she has a family who would want to say goodbye before we put her down."

"What about the kittens?"

"We'll keep them here, if you'd like, to see if her family wants to keep them. If not, do you want to keep in contact?"

"Yeah, sure." Siv grabbed a sticky note off the desk, scratching down their number. They passed the sticky note to the vet, then emptied her pockets of the rest of the kittens. "I hate to be that person, but how much is this going to cost me?"

"Well, we currently have a partnership with a local nonprofit for homeless animals that people take in, so for now, nothing."

Siv breathed a sigh of relief. "Let me know if you need someone to take the kittens, okay?"

"Will do." The vet replied. "You can go now, if you'd like."

Siv nodded, giving the cat a scratch on the head. "Stay strong, mama."

[boneslikebarerootsrp]

Adoptable: Trufflefox

She/Her - Gender can change ~57 Moons Old

In-Character Relations: Seraph (father), Quailfang (half-brother), Skinkthorn (half-brother), Larksong (Niece), Larksong's litter (cousins), Banjo (half-brother), Lavenderheart (full sister)

Plotting Potential: Anything involving Skinkthorn (Buzz) or Quailfang (Sibyl).

Traits: Intelligent, anxious, controlling, loyal, earnest, responsible (stick in the mud), little patience, eager to prove herself.

Loose Backstory:

Born in the faraway BreezeClan, Trufflefox is the daughter of Crowsong and Brinefrost. Her childhood was fairly standard until it was revealed that Brinefrost was once a kitten of CloudClan, stolen away during the midst of a sickness, and Brinefrost intended to exact vengence on BreezeClan by taking his own kittens back as repayment.

Of course, this did not work. Crowsong was distraught when he awoke to find his kittens missing, and it was revealed that the late CloudClan leader had known about the theft but let it slide. Brinefrost was exiled, and Lavenderkit - who looked exactly like that father - was never treated the same by Crowsong, and was ridiculed or otherwise neglected for the rest of her life. Trufflekit, even at such a young age, had a firm belief in right and wrong - and Crowsong was wrong for this. Even though he tried to maintain a relationship with her, she blew him off constantly in favour of forging strong bonds with her sister.

Moons later, Crowsong had another litter, this time with the leader of BreezeClan - Copperstar. Right away, Trufflefox could tell it would be disastrous. Crowsong was as absent as ever, and though Lavenderheart meant well, Trufflefox knew enough that it wouldn’t end well. While she did check in on Skink-kit and Quailkit here and there, she was careful to keep her distance.

As the brothers grew and gained a poor reputation within the Clan, Trufflefox couldn’t help but feel she’d made the correct decision.

Midway through the new kittens’ apprenticeship, Trufflefox witnessed Crowsong take Copperstar’s life over claims of StarClan warning Crowsong against him. The moon covered the sun, and Copperstar died – however, moments later he rose again, showing StarClan had endorsed his leadership. Crowsong lost an eye in return and was exiled, and Trufflefox couldn’t help but be pleased at this outcome.

It wasn’t much later, not long after they had received their warrior names and first apprentices, that Trufflefox had to watch more family members be exiled into the barren tundra. Skinkthorn and Quailfang had used up their last chance, and after an incident resulting in their apprentices’ grave injury, they too were chased out. It became painfully obvious that she and Lavenderheart were the only ones left of their bloodline within BreezeClan.

Before long, they left on their own terms. The travel was long and hard, but rumours of a place for misfits and outcasts spurred them onward - though Trufflefox was mostly just following Lavenderheart’s lead. The duo eventually arrived in the Court, and were reunited with their lost family - save Brinefrost.

Crowsong - now Seraph - still ignores Lavenderheart, and Trufflefox still maintains a healthy distance from everyone except her sister. She joined up to the closest thing to a warrior that the Court has - the Guardians - alongside Lavenderheart. Anything else that she’s been up to is open to the adopter.

[limeade-l3sbian]

Dunno if it’s okay to sad rant here?

I have two cats, and while getting two wasn’t part of my initial plan, at the time when they were kittens, they were the last of their litter and separating felt wrong to me. I was also in a vastly different financial situation back then so it was not an issue at all. Even though getting two cats weren’t the plan, I can easily say they are both my most consistent boosts of happiness. I love them with all my heart. They have vastly different personalities and quirks and yet they are also both exceedingly funny and charming. Unfortunately one of the sisters have a poorer health than the other. Nothing fatal, thankfully. She simply needs foods and necessities that are more than twice as expensive as the other, to help her with this. With that it’s perfectly manageable and nothing that could endanger her.

My issues comes with my financial situation. It has changed drastically due to a lot of outside forces. And now i’m severely struggling with even just meeting the bills just for living where i am. What was previously more expensive for one cat is now an intense stress factor. I obviously can’t just stop giving her the things she needs. But I also can’t see a future with the way things are going.

So I’ve made the, to many probably, brutal decision to part ways with her. Within the next month or so Im gonna have to find her a new home, a place where I know for sure all her meets can be met without her new owner getting grey hairs over it. Obviously till then i’m still gonna live even more sparingly to meet them too for her. But I feel like such a sack of shit. I love her with all my heart and now I can’t even be her mom anymore. And she’s probably the one that’s most attached to my hip, so my heart is breaking even more both for her and myself. I fear she will have a horribly tough time adjusting to someone else and getting properly attached. She’s a lot more reserved towards strangers than her sister. I just want her to be happy. And I know in the long run I can’t fulfill that anymore, because eventually they will get old and will need much more frequent vet visits besides the yearly check up vaccine and tooth rinse. What if she develops more health issues, ones that are life or death situations? Then it won’t matter that I love her as much as I do, that won’t pay the vet bills. I stress constantly over this thought.

While I can intellectualize my decision to re-home her, I really do feel like I’m committing an immense betrayal.

First, I'm so sorry, anon. Growing up, I had to give up two different pets after we were too poor to take care of them. I know how painful it can be to become so close to a pet just to have to give them up.

But for your guilt, I think you should feel nothing close to a betrayal. The most compassionate thing you can do as an owner is realize when your situation cannot give them the life they need and make that hard decision. Does it hurt like hell? Does it feel like you are ruining their lives? Does it feel like you will never get over it? Oh god, yes. That's the worst part about a hard moment.

But ultimately, the long term of your decision will bear more fruits than keeping her and feeling shame when you cannot feed her or tend to her medical issues. You can absolutely feel sad and bad and everything in between. But just know that being able to realize what is best for something under your care is far stronger than it might feel in the moment. <3

[sw33t-t00th-4u]

hi everybody sorry i haven’t been active on this account! between the anime brain rot and other things happening in my personal life, i kinda forgot abt this account LMFAOOOO

that being said, i’ve been thinking about making a post about a certain blog for a minute and due to recent events, i feel more compelled than ever. i don’t think they have a big following or anything, but please take the time to read this before you consider buying a tarot reading from @/livingdeaddivination or supporting them financially in any way. i’ll try to keep it short and sweet lol. (⚠️ tw: loss, pet neglect)

i knew “anan” in real life, and they used to be my friend. i’m feeling especially hurt lately because anan wished death upon my best friend, who spent the last two years of her life battling a rare cancer that only 30 something people on this whole planet have. she wanted to be the first person to beat it. she was so close, but she unfortunately lost that battle last week, and anan got their wish. im heartbroken and angry and i feel so empty without her. anan’s exact words were “i hope the cancer kills her quick”. i’m heartbroken and angry and i feel so empty without her, and this is what anan wanted. if someone claiming to be as spiritual as she does speaking something like that into existence doesn’t deter you from supporting her financially, please keep reading.

very little, if any, of the money they could possibly make from these readings will go toward the wellbeing of her pets, as she’s very negligent towards them. i witnessed it first hand. she not only separated 5 out of 7 young kittens from their mother too early and selfishly kept two of them along with the mother, but she hardly put in any effort when it came to taking care of the four cats she had. she never cleaned her cat’s litter boxes and her cats also had worms and fleas and were in bad shape. my late best friend even offered to give her medicine to treat them for free, and she refused it. two of those four cats ran away, and instead of rehoming her remaining two cats, they live outside. not only that, but she had a hamster that she was “scared” to take care of. their hamster was in a small wire cage instead of a proper enclosure, and they would often take out the wheel because “it was annoying”. she kept her hamster in her closet and didn’t feed her, give her water, clean her cage, or even let her run around in a hamster ball. thst hamsyer lived like that for two months, though there's no telling how much of that time the hamster was actually alive for. she neglected that poor hamster to death after i provided her with all the things she could possibly need as i had two hamsters pass away from old age and i had taken care of her for a few months beforehand. had i know that that would be that hamster’s fate, i would’ve never given that hamster back to them.

there’s absolutely more that i could say, but like i said, i wanna keep it short. i didn’t want to make a post so soon because i didn’t want to say anything irrational out of grief, but nothing i could say could ever be as irrational as anything anan has ever said and done. i’m sure if they see this post, they’ll just deflect and make me look bad, block me, delete their account, and make a new one and pretend like nothing happened, but i needed to get this off my chest. if you read this far, thank you, and please keep this in mind before supporting @/livingdeaddivination financially in any way.

[teagrl]

We'll veer away from Nar Shaddaa to my arranged marriage project which sees Mara maries off to Luke Naberrie to spy on his fam and it all comes to a head during a hostage crisis in Coruscant.

The Naberries are not...entirely what they seem.

No, no,” Mara hastened to say. The family she’d married into had once been known for its brilliant queen, but for the last few decades had kept their name firmly out of politics and deeply into the arts. Her husband’s eldest sister Ryoo was CEO and Director of Naboo’s Imperial Museum and his older sister Pooja was a sculptor of global renown even if she wasn’t quite famous outside of Naboo. While usually the running of the household in Naboo was usually left to the eldest daughters, Ryoo and Pooja’s obligations elsewhere had left the youngest Naberrie, Luke, to be groomed for it by Sola Naberrie, the matriarch. This was why the youngest Naberrie’s first trip to the Galactic City had only been two years ago at the age of eighteen. “Nothing like that. Like I said, it’s under Luke’s care now.”

“So Madame Sola has turned her eye elsewhere?”

Mara lowered her voice as if she were sharing a confidence, “It is that well, the metropolis can be a tad...” She looked over at Luke again, as if for permission like a good little wife though he was looking elsewhere, before saying, “Overwhelming. Madame had always believed that the future lies in a more inward-centered expression anyway.”

“Lake Country folk craft,” Luke put in flatly rejoining the conversation with an impatient sigh.

Silvene laughed. “I take it you’re not persuaded, Lord of Naberrie.”

“I’m of a more conservative bent than Mother when it comes to the arts,” he replied appeasingly. “It’s all her fault. If she hadn’t educated me on the human universality of art I might think otherwise.”

“But it is compelling and new,” Mara chided. “How many Fahren Sochi imitations must one endure?”

He laughed, sliding an arm around her waist. She flinched in stupid surprise as her stomach did a little odd flutter despite the charade. For a second she was afraid he’d taken it as displeasure, but it was likely he hadn’t even noticed. She could feel through the Force, that he was tense and focused elsewhere, and he never crossed into her personal space outside of public functions. If he did it more often she’d be more used to it, she thought, irritated. The tension was new, probably due to being at Coruscant, and feeling provincial in comparison to the members of the court here. “I’m not sure that rustic pottery is the answer.”

Mara rolled her eyes and spoke to Silvene, feigning an intimacy that was the exact opposite of her current, frustrating situation. “Ignore him. He lacks appreciation for fine ceramics. You should see how his sisters take him to task.”

He raised his eyebrows at her. “My wife forgets that that we have in Varykino are pottery <i>crafts</i>, not art.”

Mara flashed Silvene a put-upon expression. “As I said, his education is incomplete.”

Silvene tsk’ed. “Not a year of marriage and already discord, and the madame to blame.” She chuckled with Luke and Mara following. “But it must be stressful to spend so much time apart.”

“It’s not too much,” Luke told her. “I alternate week to week.” What he didn’t mention was that when he wasn’t at Varykino, he was at Theed, and even the week or two he spent in the Naberrie residence, Mara scarcely saw him, save at a family dinner here and there. Luke's wedding gift to her had not been an assortment of veda pearls as was usual, drawing from the risque practice of having the bride wear them to bed and little else, no, he’d gifted her a bearded jax kitten that she'd later found had been rescued in the estate. grounds. Damn her cover for stressing that stupid animal lover angle.

The poor thing’s eyes had barely been open, and it didn’t stop whimpering at being far from his litter. Mara had spent her wedding night alone, trying to keep the miserable creature quiet until he fell asleep against her shoulder in her enormous bed. For a while, she thought it was a mean-spirited joke, but the Naberries, she would discover, weren’t the sort. She’d named him Mali and as bad as it had been to barely get any sleep, having to pretend to be in love with the furry lagomorph who had now imprinted on her and now followed her everywhere was worse. He was now grudgingly in Madame Sola's care waiting for her return.

[ask-stealth-thunderstreaker]

Some backstory for Stealth

Stealth was raised in Kaon , a nicer part of Kaon ... the area that was mostly occupied by poor-lower-income familial units.... my Head-canon is that a lot of Cybertronians can reproduce by spark or similiar mean (spark-play). Poor incomes or low ranking usually lead to carrying an old-fashioned way of babies ... Richer Praxian/Vosian and up are usually Cold-Constructs in terms of frames because of technicalities (Well, see more of this in Thunderstreaker's breakdown).

Anyways , Stealth had an interesting childhood , her Sire worked and attended school. As he was younger for a Gladiator.... and Stealth was a baby ... Stealth has always and will always have a tough relationship with her carrier. So they weren't involved...which left a certain group of friends to help.

Stealth grew up around large miners and gladiators , she was one of the only beings that was a constant in Impactor and Megatron's lives. More so, Impactor than Megsy because Megsy was a younger mech back then.

So imagine this , Impactor sitting next to a small version of her sire (Who is a blood-red and black Praxian with Silver/chrome accents). Her little doorwings were still little stubs , and Her chevron had little protectors and trainers. As she sat down where her Sire had set her down , reading a little book.

Impactor ... The Great Gladiator! The Miner ! The Mech that didn't take slag !

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... He taught this little creature how to read, draw,paint, and Gamble ! By the time her sire returned regardless of the time or length of time , she was tired or asleep holding her little plushy he'd gotten her earlier that first day.

I have a bunch of cute sparkling tales . If anyone wants to hear'em , let me know !

Stealth is very close with Impactor until they move to Praxus when her carrier demands that they can't be around all the bad. Stealth, of course, is upset and asks to stay (which is a no) and ultimately results in her returning in the summer. They have a falling out, and they don't talk again for years !!!

... And Stealth knows the twins from the summers at Impactors ! The twins were curious of the slightly younger femme ! As you can imagine , Impactor wasn't but, we're deviating here!

Impactor will never admit it , but he is the reason Stealth is a medic. Stealth was one of those kids that came home with a litter of turbo-pups or a kitten. Impactor had a soft spot , and he ended up sitting with the little femme trying to find a home for the smaller creatures.

Her Sire is working towards an engineering career , so little miss is with Impactor ... which means she also goes with him to his training and matches. Femmes coo at her, and Impactor at one point tries to pursue/briber her into inviting the femmes to go with them to dinner or for Ice-cream...... It doesn't go over well. Stealth mean-mugged the femmes, and well ... She cheers for her 'Sire' Impactor as that's what her 'Sire' calls Impactor ...usually scares off a few femmes .

Stealth eventually learns that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are fun and that if Impactor is 'distracted' by a femme or cute mech , well then ... she has 100 shanix for the help to spend with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

However , Impactor did come to regret this one-time during a 3-day sleep-over. Stealth bought a Kaonite Pit-Kanan , a big crusty one that was covered in Energon. And the fragging Femme was hanging off of it's neck without a care in the world !

Stealth :'Pactor ! I made a friend !

Impactor: *Panicking* Where did you find it ! Put it back ! Do you even know what it is !!!

Stealth : My new friend ! Pactor ! I'm gonna name him ....umm Fluffy !!

Impactor : *Realizing the time* Slag your Dad's really gonna kill me ! I'm serious!! Don't laugh !

Stealth : But you have a friend ! I wanna a friend to , specially cuz you don't let Sunstreaker and Sides over !!!!

Impactor : We aren't having this conversation again ! You are literally 6 vorns old !! And your sire's gonna kill me for-(equal to a 6 year old)

*Door opens !*

Stealth : Sire !

Impactor :

[ashadowcalledkei]

So … I need to tell you a story about my cat, Ciel.

He was found by a friend of my sister, abandoned on the side of the road, so young and so small that at the time his eyes weren't even open. This person couldn't keep him, and eventually they asked me if I could. I was headed out of town for the weekend to visit a friend of mine who was working as a vet tech, so I ended up picking him up from them at a local pet store, buying a new carrier, bed, and supplies, and taking him to Atlanta with me. His eyes had opened just that day, and his ears were still closed. My friend helped me care for him, and taught me all about what a kitten that young needed. She even took a few feeding shifts for me those first few days.

When I bought him back home, my other cat was not happy at all. She was a bit over two years old, and since the new baby needed so much one on one care I couldn't give her all the attention she wanted, which made her resent him, which made it even harder to give her the love she needed. I'd gotten her from a friend whose cat had kittens, just shortly after she was weened, along with one of her litter-mates that I named Rabbit (I'd been told they were both boys, but surprise surprise, nope). Rabbit didn't make it, barely two months later he got sick and had to be put down, a fate that half their litter shared since they inherited something from their mother. But Al beat the odds. She made it, though I don't think she truly got over her brother. At least, she hadn't by the time this little ball of fluff showed up.

So for a few years, they didn't exactly get along. Ciel grew into this playful, sweet, clingy, wonderful cat, but Al did not want him to play or cuddle or cling to her. Thankfully they did end up bonding, and as adults they did still occasionally fuss at each other but on the whole acted like siblings. And as seniors they got even closer. I still worry a bit about Al when it comes to other cats, she's slow to warm up to others and likes her space.

Then, years ago but after he was considered a senior cat and after a completely different scare with Al that required surgery to remove a mass from her ear, Ciel suddenly got sick. He was losing weight and peeing in strange places and we didn't know why. The vet was quick to diagnose him with diabetes, and we had to learn to adapt. Thankfully he improved dramatically at a very rapid pace. I changed his diet completely, and between that and medication he eventually was able to get down to the lowest possible insulin dose. One unit once a day, practically unheard of but it's all he needs.

And that was our lives … until a few weeks ago. I noticed him acting oddly, and not eating his food quickly like he normally does (Al's a slow eater these days too, but it wasn't the same). I took him in and they said it was an abscess, his tooth needed to be pulled. And while they did the surgery they'd also take care of some glandular blister-like masses that he's had in his ears for years (which caused him to have repeated ear infections that I was used to giving him medicated drops for, the poor kitty always seemed to have the worst luck with health issues). He recovered well and for a few days I thought everything was going to be okay. He was still chewing at nothing a bit, but people told me he probably just needed time to get used to the lack of a tooth there. But it didn't get better. Over the week it got more pronounced, he started having more trouble eating, getting more mess spilled on his fur and not cleaning it up. And at his followup appointment today … they said it was probably a mass. That there was pressure behind his eye. That he'd lost a pound. That it was almost certainly cancer, and with him being a diabetic senior there was nothing they could do without causing more problems. After having gone through so much in his life, this was finally the one he couldn't overcome.

And that's where we are. I'm giving him the best that I can for what little time he has left. He's still eating, easier now with some pain meds. He's still playful. He's still my cuddly, affectionate cat. But I know it won't last, and when the scale tips I have to do what's best for him. No matter how much it breaks my heart. I've barely stopped crying since we got the news, even as I write all this down.

Some pets are special. Well, all pets are, but sometimes you find one that's … that's more than a pet. Sometimes, a person finds an animal who completely understands them, and who they completely understand in turn. Who is like a piece of them. Ciel has been my emotional support animal for fifteen years. He's helped calm me through anxiety attacks and depression lows. He has meant the world to me and still does. He has a part of my soul. And I'm losing him. And there's nothing I can do.

It must seem awful to say that he somehow means more than his sister, but that's not really what I'm trying to express. I love Al, she's my sweet old lady. And when her time is up I know that will break me too. But, Ciel is just … different. He has been the most affectionate, devoted, loyal, loving, attentive cat I've ever known let alone had. Al likes her space, she needs her alone time, she doesn't follow me around the house like Ciel does. Doesn't come to comfort me when I'm upset like he does, at least, not as much. Doesn't wait for me to finish dinner and then jump in my lap, head on my shoulder or tucked under my chin, paws up as if for a hug, like he does.

This cat is a part of me, a piece of my soul, and when I have to let him go it will take a chunk of my heart out. And I'm not quite sure how I'll keep going without him.

He can't be replaced. Not ever. But I know I can't just sit in this pain forever. It's the place he will leave behind that I can't even stand to think of. The void in my life. The empty space on the couch between Al and me. Even when he had to stay at the vet overnight for his surgery, I felt so lost without him there. He's my buddy, my buster, my little mr cat. My best friend. Ciel filled a space left far too empty for far too long after Rabbit passed away. Now it's going to be empty again. Just me and Al, and she's nearly 18 so I've known for years how little time she has left. I just thought she'd be the first of them to go. That I'd have a little time left with Ciel afterwards, to lean on each other in our grief, then to let him meet a new cat and give him a little sibling before it was his time. But things just didn't work out that way. Maybe it's the shock that's making the hurt so much worse.

So … that's who I am. That's who my cats are. The story of our time together.

I believe that the right one finds you. Ciel found me, right when we needed each other most. I think the next right one is out there. There's a kitten out there that needs someone like me. And I need someone like them. I don't know if I'll find them soon, or if will take months, but I need to look. For them, and for Al, and for me. And for Ciel.

I wrote all that in the wake of his diagnosis. But, I didn't post it till today. Two weeks later. He held on for longer than they thought he would, and had many good days filled with cuddles and treats amidst the tears. He lasted long enough to comfort me when I got sick with a 24 hour flu, so feverish and weak I couldn't get out of bed. And there he was curled up on my lap, keeping me warm and safe.

Yesterday he wouldn't eat more than a bite or two even with treats. This morning too. He's ready to go, and no matter how it breaks me I can't let him get to the point where he's suffering. So he's spending the afternoon with me in bed again, curled up on my lap or on my chest. In a few hours we go to the vet for his last appointment. But until then, I'll keep him warm and safe.

Goodbye buddy. You've been the best cat in the whole world. I'll love you forever and always, my little man, my familiar, my best friend.

[ddejavvu]

Mei, if you're still taking dealer!remus requests for mvm could we maybe get reader who goes to him asking for whatever he's willing to give because she's never smoked before but she wants to feel something other than the pain and it ends with them smoking and her laying in his lap getting head scratches or back tickles? (they're friends)

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

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"Please," You feel pathetic, standing in Remus's doorway with a jacket spilling off of your shoulders and a $20 in your hand, "I just- I need something. Anything!"

Remus frowns. The same expression has been on his face since you said the word weed, something sour in the way his lips had turned down.

He shakes his head, disjointed, "No- no! No, I'm not gonna load you with pot and send you home. No."

"But- Remus," You beg, tears brimming in your eyes, "I really need something to distract me. I know it won't fix things, I know it'll all still be there when I wake up, but I can't keep doing this. I just want a little peace."

There's something shining in his eyes besides concern. You think it's curiosity, he's never heard you mention any setbacks in your life before, but you know he's too polite to ask. Instead his jaw clenches, shifting the shape of his face to a sharper one.

"You have to stay here." He decides, arms crossed, "'M not letting you go home with it. You do it here where I can watch you and make sure you're okay."

You glare at him. It's got frustration and annoyance in it, but no real malice. It does nothing to sway him, and he stands firm across from you.

"Fine." You grit out, and his shoulders relax. His face does too, molding into a tentative smile.

"'Ever smoked before?" Remus asks. You're good friends, but it's not something he knows about you. You've seen him do it before, obviously enough to know he'll have some on hand, but he's never seen you do it.

"Only a couple'a times." You shrug, hovering in the doorway, "Jesus, Rem, you gotta clean this shit up."

His room is messy. Maybe not messy, but sloppy. There's clothes thrown over his desk drawer and a can of spray deodorant on the carpet. Paper plates litter the area around his garbage can, but very few are actually within its confines, and his curtains are drawn, giving the room a dim atmosphere.

"If you spend the night tonight you can help me do it tomorrow," He grins to himself, digging in his closet for his stash, "It can be how you pay me for the weed."

You stuff the cash back into your pocket, "Done."

"A little, for now." Remus comes out of the closet with a single joint in his hands, already digging into his pocket for a zippo, "If you need more, we can talk about it."

"I'll need more." You dismiss his arrangement, but he merely narrows his eyes. He's not going back for more.

"Well get comfortable," He gives you a light, teasing shove towards the bed, and you let yourself flop down onto it, the bedsprings creaking below you. You move further up the mattress, carefully avoiding a snoozing kitten in the bottom right corner.

"'Didn't know you had a cat,' You muse, fingers itching to stroke through the soft ginger fur.

"Jus' found her outside the other day," He shrugs, plopping down onto his bed with the same ferocity you had, nearly catapulting the poor kitten across the room, "She was nosin' around the flowers and my mum said to take care of it."

You snort, "She probably meant 'shoo it away'."

"She should've been more specific," Remus bears a shit-eating grin, leaning forwards to rub between the cat's ears gently, "I am taking care of her."

The kitten yawns, stirring at Remus's touch. She instantly curls into his hand, and you feel some of the terrible, horrible dread in your chest loosen as he scoops her up and cradles her.

"She's so little," You marvel at how she snuggles into his palm, eyes already closed again.

He hums in agreement, but now that one hand is occupied he can't light the joint he's still holding. You pluck it out of his hands and he kicks his lighter over to you, watching as you thumb the trigger a few times to get it to finally ignite.

"'Need a new one," He grumbles, scooping the cat into the pocket of his hoodie so that she won't be disturbed when he starts smoking, "Haven't nicked one from the corner store in a while."

You want to scoff, tell him to pay because they're only seventy cents, but you'd probably pocket one too if you were good enough at stealing. Instead of speaking you take the first drag, craving the uncomfortable burning at your lungs.

"She's lucky," You tip your chin towards the cat in Remus's hoodie pocket, "She doesn't have to pay rent. Or get a job. Or deal with mean people. She just naps and gets pet all day."

"Well settle in, then," Remus grins, arms open after he takes the joint from you, bearing his lap. You take the offer without much thought, settling into the space where his crossed legs dip the furthest towards the mattress. It lands your face directly beside the cat's, and you can't help but to pucker your lips and smooch the kitten on the nose.

She doesn't wake, but she does stir. In her sleepiness she snuggles further into Remus's pocket, but her head nuzzles into your own.

"'Think we'll have to share her," Remus decides, his hand smoothing tentatively over your head. It's reminiscent of the way he'd pet his cat, and you decide to pick up the slack for the poor creature. Your hand comes up to run through the kitty's fur as Remus strokes the smooth skin of your forehead down your scalp, and you notice yourself sitting up less and less for another drag.

It's Remus that finishes the joint off, tossing the roach out of his open window. You barely notice the way his legs shift when he does it, brain too blissed out from the feeling of his nails gently scratching at your scalp. You're fairly certain you're drooling on his thigh, but Remus doesn't care, leaning forwards to take hold of a blanket on the end of his bed. He stretches it to drape over you, from the tips of your toes to the angles of your shoulders that he hooks it over.

"Get some rest," He murmurs to you, though you're already doing it. He swipes his hand down from your hair to cup your cheek, the skin heated under his palm. He lets out a low chuckle into the silence of his room, glancing around at its filth, "We've got a long day tomorrow."

[dre6ming]

When you’re ready

“I stayed there” series ~ part IV

Masterlist

〘Part I〙〘Part II〙〘Part III〙〘Part V 〙

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: cursing, anxiety, crying, fluff, angst.

Plot: you just can’t seem to be able to catch a break from Austin and when he shows up at your door you have a lot of things to figure out.

Word count: 3300+

It's been a week since I've seen Austin last. I've been trying to go about my life normally, unpacking my apartment, cleaning, going out on walks, but nothing helps. That's why I find myself here, in the animal shelter, looking at cats. I've always begged for a pet, but my parents hate them and I've always been too busy. I don't expect to get less busy now with the residency, but it's time to start doing things for myself. I have to learn to enjoy life and care for my self. Passing kennel after kennel, not really being impressed with any of the cats, I finally stop in front of one. Inside curled in the corner I see a big chunk of black and white fur.

The big green eyes watch me carefully. I look at the tag on the kennel. "Boots" it's the name of the sweet little thing. A female cat estimated at around two years old. "Hey!" I draw the attention of one of the girls working here. "Can I have this one?" I ask pointing at Boots, the little kitty is now sniffing curious around the door of the kennel. "Sure, I'll go grab the papers, it'll be just a few minutes, I have to finish with this one client. Um, you can go shop at the pet store next door, so you don't have to wait." She rips the tag off of Boots's kennel and hands it to me. "She's yours, bring this to the front desk when you get back, to start the paperwork." I nod my head, give the cat one more glance and walk over to the pet store.

I pick up everything google says I might need as a first time cat mom. Litter box, toys, cat beds, a cat tree (how I'm gonna fit it all in my car? I don't know, but I'll cry over it, in a few minutes), cat food, treats, shampoo, claw clippers, brushes, supplements, food bowls, the whole deal. After 30 minutes in the store and minus 300$ in my bank account, I make my way to the front desk of the shelter, I hand the kennel I bought to one of the girls as the other helps me fill the forms. "You can change the name if you, want!" The girl says, but I shake my head, I like the name Boots, it's fit for her, as the pattern of he fur makes it look like she has actual black boots on. "Ok and sign here!" I do as instructed. "Perfect I'll make a copy you can take home, Ally bring Boots out to her new owner" the girl comes back and sets the kennel on the desk, I can see the kitten coiled into a tight ball, poor thing she must be scared.

After all the formalities are done, it's hits me like a brick wall that I now, have to figure a way to fit everything in my car. Struggling for a few minutes, I eventually manage to fit everything in place. I place the kennel on the back seat, buckle it in and get in the drivers seat. Getting home, I turn my apartment into a sanctuary for this cat, girly has the whole place dedicated to her and she been mine for less than an hour. At first Boots seems unsure of her surroundings, so it takes her a minute to warm up to the place. I put some food and water in her bowl. Unable to resist the delicious temptation, she goes to eat. I decide to leave her do some exploring on her own, as I sit on the couch turning the tv on. After a few hours of be binging half of the second season of "Only murders in the building" I get up to make some dinner. Boots is now sleeping on her cat tree, she looks to cute for me not to pull out my phone and take several pictures.

Doing a quick inventory of all that I have in my fridge the best option for dinner looks like an omelette. As I reach to get the eggs out, the buzzing of the doorbell makes me jump, dropping the entire carton of eggs on the ground. "I guess fuck dinner!" I say with a puff, going to answer the door. When the door swings open, I swear I must of died and woken up in hell. "What do you want?" He licks his lips nervously, lifting up my converse shoes, that look squeaky clean, they might as well be a new pair for all that I know. "Brought your shoes back.." I squint my eyes at him, I really can't catch a break with him, can I? "Ok." I sigh and reach out to grab the shoes but he pulls them back before I have a chance. "I give them to you, if you have dinner with me!" I widen my eyes , he can't be serious. That's when he lifts up the bag he's holding in his other hand. "Pasta from that one Italian place you love." The smell slowly reaches my nose and my stomach betrays me growling. He hears it of course, that fucking smirk of his spreading on his face. "No!" I close the door, fuck them shoes, I can buy another pair. Austin's foot stops the door. "Please, let's talk, I-"

"You what?" I'm really curious what more could he want from me, but not curious enough to let him in. "How did you even know where I live?" As the question leaves my lips, he blushes looking down, like a child being scolded for something they did. "Ana, she's still dating my friend, Aaron, so I asked her." I'm going to kill Ana. "She had no business doing that." He looks away, biting his lip. We stay like this, silent and then my stomach goes against me one more time. He smiles at me. "Someone's hungry, can I?" He motions towards the inside of my apartment. He's so casual and chill, while I have the fight of my life in my head as everything telling me to not let him in, loses to those small parts of me that want him here. I say nothing as I move to the side, closing my eyes while Austin makes his way inside.

He's looking around the place, I can't read his face, but if he dares to say something about my apartment, I might just stab him. Nowhere deadly of course, maybe in the left lower abdomen to avoid any major blood vessels or organs with vital importance. "It's nice!" He breaks me out of my planing to kill him, bastard. He takes off his shoes, going to the kitchen. I can't help the smile that creeps it's way on my face when he jumps back. "Ah what the- eggs?" Austin holds his left leg up in the air, showing me his egg soaked sock. I laugh at him and he can't seem to be able to resist joining in. "I was holding them when you rang the doorbell, got scared and dropped 'em" I shrug my shoulders, going to grab the mop from the closet in the hallway, I quickly grab a pair of socks from the load of laundry I've been too lazy to put back. "Here" I say as I smack the socks on his chest and begin cleaning.

"These won't fit me!" He complains, but I pay him no mind. "So you have a cat now? I know you've always wanted one." He changes his socks as he speaks to me, looking over at the cat bed, where Boots is sleeping peacefully. I put the mop away, grab plates and cutlery, then sit down at the small dining table. "I adopted her today." I keep my voice monotone and he seems to notice. Austin sits down and brushed a hand through his hair. "Oh, that's nice, she's cute, what's her name?" Why is he being so casual, what does he want from me? It can't be just the name of my fucking cat. "Boots" he laughs and looks at me waiting to tell him I'm joking. "Wait, you're serious? How- what happened to naming the cat after one of your favorite characters?" Un-fucking-believable.

"I did, named her, after William Turner's dad, Bootstrap Turner, you know I've always had a thing for Orlando Bloom." I tuck my hair behind my ears and watch his reaction, hoping he won't know I'm lying. "Right, of course!" Either he believed me or he just decides it's not worth to argue. "You have a dog!" I say as I start unpacking the food and putting it on the plates. "Yeah, Sheldon." I lift one brow at him, he teased me for my cats name and he names his dog after the kid from "The Big Bang theory". I start eating, but he doesn't, he just watches me. "Did you poison this before you came here, or-" Austin straighten his back as if I pulled him out of a trance. "No, god, no." He eats some of the food as well. It's pathetic, we make small talk? Like we weren't just on the beach a week ago, with me screaming at him. "Talk!" My voice is unfortunately a little louder than I want. He looks confused at me, it really baffles me how he can't understand he's not a happy sight for me. "Um, I wanted to say I'm sorry and before you say it, I mean it, I really do!" Tears gloss over my eyes and the lump in my throat makes it hard to swallow. "No you're not!" I whisper as I look away, fixing my eyes on the window. The sun is starting to set. I blink and feel the tear fall down, i quickly wipe it off, but he notices it anyway. "I really am!" I hear him sniff and I look at him. Austin looks like his holding back tears of his own, but this can't be right. Right?! "Why?" My voice breaks.

He takes a deep breath, bringing both hands to his hair, pulling it exasperated. "Because I fucked up, big time." Tears now fall on his cheek, you've seen him cry before, but it never broke your heart like it does now. "You were right, so right, I-" he pauses the breathe. "I was just to far up my ass to see it. It's thanks to you that I even got the part in the first place." Shock covers my face, how can I be the one to thank? I shake my head and get up from the table, I need water or air, or a slap across the face. "No, no!" I repeat over and over again as I pace the kitchen. He sits up too, but keeps his distance from me. "The night before I sent in my last audition tape, I had the worst nightmare ever and, and when I woke up I just sat down at the piano and sang 'unchained melody', the director loved it and I got the part." I'm now full on sobbing, I know how real his nightmares are. "After I found out the news I wanted to tell you, but I didn't have your number anymore, I was angry that day when we broke up, I deleted. I drove up to your house, but your mom said to leave you alone, so I did." I can't no, he needs to stop, he can't. I lean back on the wall and fall to the ground, hugging my legs.

Austin falls to his knees with a cry of despair and an exasperated look of pain on his face. "I- I tried, I looked for you in every girl. Fuck I kissed them and pretend they were you. Sometimes I would manage to trick myself, but then I'd open my eyes, and all I saw was not you." He dries some of his tears with his hands, shaking his head. "It wasn't worth it, it wasn't - I might win an Oscar or whatever, but nothing will ever bring me back." So it was his number after all, he just didn't have my number anymore. I sniff and try to calm down. I have to be honest, I expected anything, but this. "You still talk like him." I didn't plan to say that out loud, but I did nonetheless. Something breaks inside of him, I can see it. My skin tingles, so I hug my knees harder and I close my eyes tight. "I can't find myself anymore, I- I don't think there's even an Austin in he-" he doesn't finish speaking, as he breaks into a fit of violent sobbing. I can't fight it anymore and I crawl over to him. I position myself on his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. He looks up at me, eyes puffy and read.

I can't look him in the eyes so I hug him tightly. Austin's hands embrace me, while he's crying in my shoulder, his tears soaking through my shirt. I want to say this feels horrible, I want to scream at him, slap him, scratch his face, rip his hair out, but I can't. I can't because I haven't felt this relaxed, warm and at home in three years. I stroke his back up and down, holding him until his body doesn't shake and no more sobbing can be heard from either of us. "Help me fix this? Cause you're all I've ever wanted" I close my eyes and sigh. I want so badly to say yes, but I don't know what to do. His arms let go of me and he pulls back to look at my face, but I avoid his eyes.

"Don't hide your eyes from me, please!" He begs me, he's begging. My heart speeds up and when he grabs my face in his hands, it nearly runs out of my chest. I lick my lips, trying to steady my breathing. Austin closes his eyes when my warm breath fans over his wet face. "Please!" He says again, licking his lips. "Austin, I need time, you don't get it." I get up from his lap and go to sit in the couch, dinner long forgotten. Boots comes up to me and sits on my lap. I pet her and she starts purring.

"I'll give you anything, just- please try with me!" He's sitting in the armchair opposite from me, his eyes burn holes through me, begging for a 'yes'. I look down at my cat, she's so oblivious towards the fact that I'm having a stroke while deciding if I should take my ex back. "You did your talking, now I do mine, I'll be clear, because I don't always speak in half said sentences" he immediately catches on the bite I take at his insult form the other time. He's ready to say something but you shut him up. "You were my first and only boyfriend, it took me a long time to be comfortable to talking to you. I told you everything, I never lied to you, I always supported you, hell when I read the news I almost called you to congratulate you and I cried happy tears for you. I was concerned about you and it seems I was right to be. You took digs at me, where you knew it hurt most." He nods he head and waits to see if I have anything more to say, but when I don't speak, he closes his eyes. "I understand, you hate me." He starts to get up from the armchair, but before he's fully up I speak again. "I don't hate you, that was the only lie I've ever said to you, that's what the problem is."

Shocked he comes to sit next to me and the couch, eyes searching my face for the truth. A little smile shows on his face, when he confirms I was telling the truth. Austin's gaze goes to my lips, so I bite my bottom lips, nervous at his proximity. A strangled sigh leaves his lips. "I think I want to try and fix this, but not tonight." Hie features soften, somehow his calming down. "Sure, yeah, when you're ready." I look away.

"It'll take me time and you have a girl-" he interrupts me "I broke up with her, I didn't love her" I nod, he didn't love her, ok, but did he love me? He couldn't have, you don't break what you love. "I love you, I loved you then and I love you now, I always have" my eyes are so wide I think the might fall out of my sockets. "You don't have to say it back, (y/n)!" He quickly adds and I simply nod.

He’s lying, he has to be, no way he just said that. I loved him, back then, but now? I still feel something, it's clear, but, is it love? My thoughts are cut short by my growling stomach, stupid stomach. "You're hungry, come on!" He takes my hand and we sit back at the table. We proceed to eat in silence and when we're done, I wash the dishes and he dries them, it's all so domestic and simple. I have to pinch myself so I keep in mind where we are and what brought us here. "I should leave you to rest, thank you for talking." I put the plates in the cabinet and nod listening to him carefully. "You have my number, right?" He asks

"Yeah, I do." Austin bites his bottom lip and I'm unable to move my eyes, hope he doesn't catch on, or at least doesn't joke about it. "Ok, text me when you're ready, I'm gonna be in LA for 2 more months." As I listen to him talk I take note of something, of his voice, it's back, it's the voice of my Austin, my sweet Austin. I step forward and hug him tight. "I will, I promise!" I look up at him and before I can think about it his lips are in mine. We kiss for a short moment, a small sweet kiss, it's reserved, fearful, but healing. "I'll go now."

I watch as he goes to put his shoes on, I'm at a loss of words. He opens the door and I come next to him one more time. We kiss again, this time more passionate, he grabs my waist and I tangle my hands in his beautiful hair. When we break apart we breathe hard trying to recover from being without air for a while. Our foreheads are still touching so I can smell him, warm, musky with a little citrus, I recognize the smell to be the perfume I gave to him for his birthday all this time ago. He must of kept on buying it, otherwise there's no way he still has it, my heart fills with a new feeling, something I haven't felt in a long time, love. "Goodnight!" He kisses the top of my nose, let's go of me and leaves.

I close the door and go straight to my bed, I'm exhausted so I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. I have a dreamless sleep, unusual for me, but welcomed as the next morning I wake up and for the first time in three years I don't feel empty or numb anymore. I feel hopeful, let's pray it doesn't come to bite me in the ass.

[butch-reidentified]

New kitten Nicatine (always cat pun names) has been given a scrunchy for a collar. We thought he'd hate it but he actually seems to be attached and cried when we took it off 🥺

Nik was found injured with two siblings at about 3 weeks old by a friend of my neighbor's. My neighbor took them in despite a severe cat phobia, because she has a big heart (and isn't scared of kittens so much as grown cats). After running into me outside one day and finding out we are registered kitten fosterers for the county, my neighbor came to me for advice and I helped her out with the kittens. Sadly, by that point the three of them had come down with a mysterious illness, suspected to be parasite-related. Despite our best efforts, by 7 weeks of age, he was the only survivor of his litter.

She became deeply attached to little Nik, even more so because she couldn't save his sister and brother, but knew she couldn't take care of him. He'd grow up, and she would struggle with her phobia despite her love for him. And besides, she struggles with mental and physical health issues as is, and is going through some challenging life stuff right now on top of it all.

She's been having a difficult time finding an adopter for him - and is very worried about ensuring whoever adopts him will take proper care of him and shower him in love and spoil him. At the same time, our roommate has moved our since we got married, and took his two cats with him, leaving us with "only" three cats and two dogs. So we had been discussing possibly adopting another cat. And it would be so great for her to have this bundle of joy she loves so much be directly across the street where she can visit or even borrow him any time she likes....

So we did! And he's adjusted so incredibly well. Everybody loves Nik and Nik loves everybody (though I'm missing a pic of him and Cleo, our calico). He is super sweet and snuggly, and loves to play-fight with both the dogs and the cats. He did have scabies when we got him, but we fortunately already had medication for it (one of the upsides of having so many animals - we have a home vet pharmacy at this point). So we treated it immediately and it hasn't spread despite our being far too soft to keep him quarantined (well, it wasn't just our softness - we also didn't want him to miss out on crucial weeks of learning, development, and socialization).

He's just the best. I have to admit, while we have a male dog we adopted in early 2018, I always said I'd only adopt female cats. I've just always had the sweetest, best female cats, and the male cats I've known have generally been unfriendly, if not outright aggressive. But the circumstances were just too perfect. The only complaints I have so far are that, 1, despite being litter box trained, he's been shitting under our bed because he's so attached he doesn't want to leave our room. So of course I did what anyone would do and bought a litter box for the bedroom. And 2, he's definitely got some attachment issues and screams endlessly if I kick him out of the bedroom so we can sleep. Fortunately, this is easily solved by making sure I don't just kick him out, but take him all the way out to the rec room where the other cats are so he's not lonely.

Also... he's definitely an ass man 🤣

And my last little gem for you all is this: I have turned my poor Nik into yet another iPad baby. If you have cats, especially young kittens, and haven't heard of the app Cat Alone... girl have I got a TREAT for you! Just look at him. This is a tame video, but he usually goes nuts hopping all over my phone chasing the beetles. They make fun noises when he gets 'em.

And it's not just beetles - you can pick from other bugs, a finger, or a green laser pointer-style dot of light. I usually let him pick now, and he actually knows which ones he likes and clicks them! And to top it off, he's started asking for my phone when he wants to play by jumping on it and biting at it, then sitting up and staring at me until I get the message.

I'm sure I'll be reblogging this and posting a ton more Nik content (tagged Nik & in my catposting, petposting, and mine tags). Let me know if you have any specific requests for content of him or any of our other 3 cats and 2 dogs! I love sharing the immense love and comfort we get from our zoo with the rest of the world.

And lastly, since he knows how to use the phone, if you comment or reblog and say hi or welcome home to Nik, I'll let him type out a personalized reply for you 😋

[jamcookies-bakery]

Blessings | f!reader x Eli sunday

Summary: you (the reader) form a rally against Daniel Plainview, you meet Eli.

I’m this fic Eli isn’t very popular, of course he’s the pastor but he doesn’t tell anyone he’s a prophet so hes kinda known as just the pastor

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: slight fluff, religious talk and imagery, smut, throat fucking

You walk as the hot sun scorches your skin, it was a hot day, but that didn’t matter to you. Daniel plainview has taken more than he’s provided, and you can’t let that happen to this town, the town you love, and grew up in, you need to put a stop to him before it’s too late. You pull yourself up on the platform daniels poor workers had so graciously helped make for you, you look at the mob of town people you had gathered together

“who here has been promised wealth by Daniel plainview?”

A few people cheer in response, a few put their hands up, and a few yell a ‘me’ or ‘here’

“and how many of you have actually received wealth from Daniel plainview?”

The crowd is silent, not a word muttered.

“Isn’t that terrible? Daniel plainview comes to our town and uses us and our oil for his own gain! But not anymore, we will put a stop to this evil man!”

Cheers erupt from the crowd. You see a man walk fowards, hands intertwined in front of him, you weren’t much of a church goer, but you still knew who he was, Eli Sunday. You knew Daniel has also fucked over the sundays, probably more than anyone else

“pastor eli, do you care to say a word?”

He looks at the crowd behind him then back at you, he nods

“I suppose I could”

you take his hand and help pull him up onto the platform, he turns toward the crowd

“Daniel plainview has humiliated me, abused me, hit me, spit at me, he abandoned and neglected his own child, and probably all of the words that come from his mouth are false promises. I believe the devil sent Daniel plainview with the purpose of hurting gods most devoted followers, Daniel is a greedy, wicked man, and if we band together, we can stop him!”

Cheers fill you and Eli’s ears as the people show their support in the cause.

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The sun goes down as the people rush to get back to their houses, you and Eli shake hands

“if you need me to bless anything, I am more than happy to do it”

he says to you with a sweet smile, you sigh

“well…yes i suppose there is one thing”

“oh?”

You nod and grab onto his hand

“come with me”

you lead him back to your house, you slowly open the door and let him in, shutting it behind you. You look around under the furniture and behind stuff, mumbling a few “come here, boy”s, Eli watches patiently, when finally, you pull out a small kitten from under your couch, he smiles

“where did you get this little one?” He pets his head

“someone had brought a cat from another town, she was pregnant and had a litter. He has been acting ill lately”

Eli pouts and takes the kitten, he sits on the sofa

“does he have a name?”

“No, not yet”

Eli holds the kitten in his hands along with his cross necklace, he says a few prayers for the kitten and sprinkles some holy water on him before giving him back

“how about…John?“ he says

you smile and take the cat back

“sure, John”

you place a kiss on his head before putting him back down

“John the cat” you look at Eli

“sooo…”

“it’s getting dark out now”

you scratch the back of your head he nods and look out the window

“I suppose it is, how do you feel about coming to church, tomorrow?” He takes your hands

“tomorrow? for what?”

“Maybe a few prayers will do you good, for you and John”

you nod “sure, I’ve never been to church much before”

he shakes his head, “it’s alright, god still loves you”

he gets up “tomorrow, then?”

You nod “why not”

he smiles at you and leaves, not before saying goodbye to the newly named kitten though.

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You wake at the feeling of John jumping on your chest, you gasp, feeling the wind get knocked out of you, you cough.

“Jesus, John!”

You look up and see him, he’s too cute to stay mad at, you sigh and look at the clock, huh, it was time to wake up anyways. You pick John up and go to the kitchen, you put some softened crackers in a bowl for him, its not much but that’s really all you have for him. You put a decent outfit on and go out, excited to see Eli again, he’s so polite and soft spoken. You open the door and look in the church, Eli is standing at the podium, reading the Bible. He looks at you and smiles softly

“good morning, miss (y/l/n)”

“good morning, pastor, you wanted to see me?”

“Oh please, eli is just fine, come over here”

Eli picks up the book and sits at one of the seats, you sit next to him

“I just wanted to say some prayers for you and your kitten, okay?”

You nod, he turns towards you and takes your hand, he closes his eyes and turns his head downward, saying some prayers for you, you can’t keep your eyes off of him, you study his face, his button nose and soft chin, some hair falling over his eyes, he’s pretty.

He finishes and looks up at you, he smiles

“all done, your good to go”

you smile at him, you then feel your face falling towards his, almost out of control, you kiss him, you two sit like for a second, you pull away, he looks stunned, mouth agape

“I-I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that” you mutter out, you get up to leave

“no, wait”

Eli grabs your wrist, you look back at him

“Eli?”

“Please, sit back down”

you sit down and he kisses you, holding onto the sides of your face, the kiss is sloppy and rushed, clearly he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He pulls away and looks at you, you both out of breath

“Eli, do you want to….continue?”

“yes…please, do you?” His voice has a hint of neediness in it

“yes”

“good”

he mutters out as he goes for your neck, gently pulling the hem of your shirt down so he has more access. He kisses and sucks lightly at your skin, you moan and run your hands through his hair, he plays with your boobs though your shirt. He grinds lightly on your leg, you chuckle

“honey, your that desperate?”

You say with a smirk, he looks at you

“yes…miss (y/l/n) I guess I am”

you smile and push him off you, you get on your knees imfront of him and his breath hitches. You take your time unbuttoning his pants, he grips the bottom of the chair, trying his best not to fuck your brains out. You finally pull his pants off, leaving him in just his shirt and boxers, you stroke him through the fabric, he sighs and throws his head back.

“Please, don’t tease me”

you smile “well since you asked so nicely”

you pull him out of his boxers, he shivers. You lick a stripe up his member, he bites his lip, you circle his tip with your tongue , you finally stuff his cock in your mouth, he’s fairly thick, it’s hard to fit it all in, he curses under his breath.

You Bob your head slowly on his length, gagging lightly in between them, he guides your head lightly with his hand

“fuck, (y/n), that feels so good”

his voice is squeaky, he really falls apart like this. You take his hands and put them on the sides of your head, you pull his hips up to indicate you want him to thrust, he looks at you

“really? It won’t hurt?”

You give him a thumbs up and he nods, thrusts lightly into your mouth, earning a gag from you and moan from him

“holy shit”

he thrusts again, then again, and again, he thrusts rhythmically, slowly at first, then quickens his pace, he stops at some points to let you breathe. His moans are pornographic, he looks down at you, with lust filled eyes. His thrusts get sloppy as he slows down, he pushes your head completely on his cock before coming down your throat. He moans, his hot cum painting your throat. He pants and pulls your head off him, he wipes your spit off the side of your mouth and pulls you up to kiss him again, you gasp into his mouth, trying to catch your breath, he pulls away

“are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

He pets the side of your head, you nod

“yeah, I’m okay”

your voice is raspy, he pecks your lips again

“do you want me to…help you out?”

You giggle “no, it’s fine”

he smiles “okay…are you gonna start coming to church more often now?”

You giggle

“definitely”

[blorbologist]

-inhales- B I R T H

merry birthmas!!! could i perchance ask for "littermate's litter" for perc'ahlia??

.07 Littermate’s litter.

Cats are actually very social animals, especially compared to their ancestors - feral females will raise their litters together, often with relatives. They’ll nurse the kittens together, groom eachother and the babies - it’s absolutely adorable and raises the survival chances of the kittens compared to ones raised by solitary females in the colony. The kittens, anecdotally, tend to grow up with better cat social skills, too. (But also TNR doesn’t. Really work well. It sucks for everyone involved.)

(I REALIZED ONCE I WAS DONE THAT THIS ISN'T REALLY PERC'AHLIA IM SORRY BUT IT CAME OUT SO SAD AND GOOD. AND IT HAS TO DO WITH THE QUARTER ELVES SO?? CLOSE ENOUGH?)

The Champion of Ravens is nameless. 

He is not supposed to hold such an attachment. His predecessor shed his name long before ascending, going by Champion whenever and wherever possible. 

Ravens are social birds. Do not forget it. 

He does not.

(The Tempest took on their shape, often, to play. They are truly wonderful birds - did you know their courtship ritual is a diving, swooping dance? That they court their partners in delicate preens of dagger beaks, so very careful? That they play in the snow, together. Played in the snow together.)

Ravens, however, are not the sort of social that cares for the young of others. They raise their chicks in pairs, jealously guarded from outsiders with riotous cries and sharp beaks. Their family are their mate and brood and none else. 

The Champion makes for a poor raven indeed, then, to go so deathly still when he sees a fledgeling in his territory. 

This is kin.

He might claim it was some pulsing instinct - but no, it’s too obvious a relation to default to such archaic ideas. 

Percival in his hair, sweeping and arrogantly soft. The furrowed brows, the line of his jaw, the length of his fingers.

Vex’ahlia in his mouth (open), in the shape of his eyes (closed), in the barest hint of point to his ears (unhearing).

Vex’ahlia, Vex’ahlia, Vex’ahlia in how he lies still and dead with his twin cradling his head and staring up.

“Wolfe,” she sobs. “Wolfe - Wolfe please, you bastard, you rotten bastard, come back. I can’t - I can’t tell mom, you’ve got to get back and help me tell mom.”

(Take me instead, you raven bitch) 

Does she see him?

He prays not.

Something in the boy (Wolfe) looks at him.

Sees, he is sure, a pale hooked mask (similar to his father’s, he must think), drapery of black hair (exactly like his mother’s), death (something new).

And the boy (Wolfe) opens his mouth (not his real one, but the speaking of the soul) to say,

“Vax’ildan? You’re - you’re Vax’ildan?”

The Champion of Ravens has no name.

But for this moment he does, and by gods will he not see Wolfe (this boy) lose his.

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)