#and then maybe his body is like a shorthaired cat

[rebel-alien]

WIP -- Pokémon

been wanting to redraw me w/my pkmn team so bad for the past few years. wanted something more dynamic with everyone, but until that.,, cute phone selfie hehe

[mildcicada]

[fearcicada]

I'm so fucking. Dumb I was agonizing over making sure my Elias bouchard cat design had the proper coat color that both fit his personality while also allowing him to have his proper eye color while matching the breed standard before remembering. That eye color matching the body is literally the most non-issue fucking thing. I forgot

[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙩2 ✿

characters: penacony men x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention

notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

you just can’t keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?

his breed? orange. that’s it, that’s the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but he’s still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets — a perfect american shorthair orange

you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed

thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet

since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats

a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?

out of every cats at home — you sure your home isn’t a daycare for cats? — nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill

not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence

just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw

you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that day…

surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. don’t ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it weren’t for meow yuan’s big floofy body holding you down—

he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear “all in!” in his meows but maybe that’s the ghosts in your home talking

out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model

nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house

a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games

art credit goes to nasuka_gee on twt!

you first found dr.nyatio by… huh? whatchu mean you didn’t found him? you’re telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isn’t anyone else’s cat? [name]? [name], answer me…

well… whatever floats your boat i guess…

the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan

a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc

but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old university…

very very curious cat. what’s up there? why are you late? what did you bring? what’s inside your bag? why do you smell so different?

pause.

why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shit—

oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom

do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]

yeah… safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do

gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at… an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?

dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics

once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model

dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him

once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way

“is he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?” they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatio’s favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book

after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didn’t take that kindly, smacking your friend’s face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing

yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone

“meaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!”

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is

he isn’t much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a “korat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so don’t worry” and a pat on the back

yeah… you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. don’t you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?

you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something

taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision

really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as ‘lazy day’ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then

still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat… you’re still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing

one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat

you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you… an eerily similar korat

same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner — you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it weren’t for the slight shade of white grey of your co-worker’s cat fur

a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!

after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines

finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats

until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor

sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other cats’ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-worker’s cat was meowday’s sibling now

ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!

meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesn’t see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen

art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!

is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! it’s just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya

he’s a havana brown like nyelt— wait a minute, what do you mean he wasn’t a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huh…?

“gallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombay” you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a “mhm. that’s right” face from the kitchen counter

why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyelt’s kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, you’ve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles

very wrong kibbles

but don’t worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat

gallagnya isn’t exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other cats’ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well

the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats aren’t the most easiest to spot or find out. it’s a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed

but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats

another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that… you genuinely don’t know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you

at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowday— “WOOF!”

“eh, it’s probably just the neighbor’s dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartment—“

“WOOF!” before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs

… great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower

when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, that’s a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to

you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog

well… at least you can scare people away with gallagnya’s barks…?

art credit goes to Hanres4 on twt!

the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT

and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just won’t shut up and leave you alone

going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit

leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pick— no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!

staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldn’t hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard

due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent

which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about

meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat

ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill in…

you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet

sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics

due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other cats’ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines

after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo cat’s fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery

though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didn’t know

is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuan’s little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house

it wasn’t until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots

poor thing had a kitten before…

you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you don’t have the heart to wrench it away from him

making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldn’t find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie

ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isn’t a single day or night where you won’t see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie

art credit goes to helen_zzhao on ig!

an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!

nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesn’t help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties

gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors — everyone! nyagenti has no enemies

out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly

tends to yap sometimes — more like pray to someone or something — but isn’t as bad as meowhill or nyaturine

doesn’t really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and they’re very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please let’s just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!

a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroaches— nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is swee— OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!

yeah… your friend looks at you as if you’ve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like you’re gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth

how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649

such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guest’s face will forever live rent free in your mind

really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses aren’t toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagenti’s love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense

when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said “roses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isn’t poisonous or toxic, so no need to worry”

still, you’re getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces

unlike the other cats, nyagenti isn’t the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isn’t to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners

bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering

and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Obscuary's monster catwalk

Obscuary ghouls as cats

Wc: ~700

Ed

The sleepiest chartreux ever. He is always on the cat tower or in his bed.

Maybe it's because he is older than the other two and you see the contrast, but when Rui and Lyca chase each other or play he prefers to lay in your lap and make biscuits.

He used to play fight with Rui but once he acted really hurt to go back to sleep and Rui now feels guilty and still licks him to ‘make up’ for it.

His laziness is such that if you make him walk to his food and not carry him there/ serve him closer he will act as if he has a limp or meow as if he was pained enough for you to feel sorry. Either you or the vet are sure if he is in any real pain but you give him supplements for his bones and joints either way. You do notice he doesn't meow sadly while walking until he sees you and starts the whole melodrama.

What gives him away is how quickly he jumps up the platforms on the wall when Lyca tries to play with him and how smug he looks down on him when he can just meows him to go down.

Either way he is so sensitive to your emotions! When you cry in bed he will hop on your chest and lick your tears. (totally not him liking the salt in them)

Just like Ren you have to control his screen time, he might not like playing but he does stay totally still and has his eyes wide when you put on a conspiracy theorist on the tablet or TV.

Rui

A blond American shorthair.

The sweetest cat that purrs and meows so sweetly and contorts his body trying to ask for cuddles and kisses but as soon as you step a little closer and attempt to catch him he starts sprinting to the hideout. It isn't only you, the few female cats that seemed interested in him made him retreat too.

No matter how many times you chime at him and even spritz him he keeps biting pieces of your plants and flowers and keeps them ‘hidden’ in his hideout.

He is such an innate hunter! And he always brings you his victims, still when he brings you a dead ladybug or bird his appearance is closer to that of an apologetic child than a prideful hunter. It's almost as if he wants you to fix his mistake and return the little thing's life.

He seems to meet up with Romeo and Haru every night on your dining table as they meow (principally Haru, he is such a whiny baby)

He has a habit of picking up small pieces of clothing like socks and underwear and bringing them to the laundry room, even if it's helpful to already have them on the floor when you go load the machine, he sometimes opens your drawers and grabs clean ones to feel he is doing something productive. He did put Ed there once when he was nasty enough for him to refuse to help groom him.

Lyca

A messy and stiff haired Lykoi.

He was a rescue found between wild dogs that you fostered but decided to keep as his forever family.He still has some dog-like mannerisms, like wagging his tail when happy.

He is in kitty confinement jail (cat carrier) until he stops swatting and hissing at you or his brothers. Luckily Subaru was brave enough to stand beside him until he calmed and he behaved enough for you to free him under parole.

The first few days, even though he wasn't hitting anyone, nobody dared to approach him unless Subaru was besides him.

Speaking of, Subaru is the one who took it upon himself to teach him how to behave like a cat again, teaching him how to groom himself and jump high, much to Ed's chagrin.

He likes to stalk Ed, wanting to imitate what he thinks is the leader of the pack. He even annoys him trying to fight him but he just huffs and climbs up furniture or up the cat tree.

Unlike Rui, he is good at hunting and proud of it. He might be one of the few, if not only, who will bring you dead rats to show off. Once you even got a baby bunny that luckily was still alive even if scared.

[elliesmainhoe]

PLAYER TWO

Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader

Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream

(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)

Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.

Part 2 - Part3

My Masterlist

It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.

Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.

"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"

"meow"

"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.

Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.

"Oh hey Garf"

User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲

User1: Give me the baby. Now.

User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?

User3: Garf? As in garfield?

Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.

"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.

User 4: He's fat

"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.

The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.

She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.

Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.

Ells: Oh the things I do for you

You: He was being so annoying thoughhh

Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.

You :🙄

User5: nah but how did it get in

User6: Ghostcat?!?!?

"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.

Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?

"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.

"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.

•••••

"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."

At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.

"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.

"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."

"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.

"What did you do ells...?" You sighed

"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.

"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.

"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."

"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.

"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"

"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.

•••••

It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.

"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."

"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.

Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.

06:59:55

06:59:56

06:59:57

06:59:58

06:59:59

07:00:00

"Hey guysssss!"

It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.

"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.

Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.

She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"

User7: I ❤️ lesbians

User8: Ugh I'm jealous.

User9: Is Ur gf single?

User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤

Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.

User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'

"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.

"shut up."

"never."

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Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!

Part Two

Streamer!Ellie Headcanons

NOT PROOFREAD

[aspirin82]

Rating Littlest Pet Shop Gen 7 Wave 2 Leaked Pets

Wave 1 just toke their places on the shelves in my country and I cant wait to buy them! :D I couldnt find them yet but hopefully, I will get my hands on those bad boys😈😈 (Enflation be hittin different, if yk yk) Also, these are mostly leaked and Im not sure if these are the final products. I hope theyre not.

Edit: WHAT ARE THESE TYPHOS OMG💀💀

Blind boxes!🔥

(Source: https://www.reddit.com/r/LittlestPetShop/comments/1cdsf1r/g7_wave_2_blind_boxes_leaked_on_taobao_all_18_of/ )

Axolotl 7/10

Nice color choice but the mold design could have been better.

Goat 8/10

The shooting star symbols placement is bad but now generally speaking these stars, hearts and other symbols looks like they are randomly placed on pets to make them distunguasheble from the Hasbro made ones. But it takes the natural looking vibe from them. Which I LOVE THAT VIBE. Thats pretty much the only problem I had with this design. They are pretty :3

Panda 10/10

THE COLOR PALETTE, ITS SUCH A PRETTY BLUE😭💗💗 ITS SUCH A SOOTHING AND GORGEUS DESIGN OMFG🔥🔥 Also, I appreiate the diamond symbols on her eyes. Patterns on her fur doesnt look like theyre randomly placed like the previous goat one. I WOULD SOLD MY SOUL FOR HER😍🩵🩵🩵💙💙💙/hj

Dog 3/10

Idk how to explain this, she looks weird

Wolf cat 9/10

Nice colors, the way they turned her hair into a shooting star is so creative, whats up with these shooting stars tho?👰‍♂️

Bunbun 6/10

This is a recycled design of hasbro that I cant find the original at the moment, it looks boring and plain but still I like this mold. Maybe add some flavor to it a little bit? Andd whats going on with her body? There is a hole under her paw..

Donkey 9/10

Simple yet cute design, I love hoofed pets <3

Possum -10/10

The possum mold is already ugly in my opinion, the weird color choices and overall design is just awful. Its definetely not my cup of tea.

Kiwi bird 6/10

Yet again, unnatural color choices and boring patterns makes it look weird. Maybe it could have been better if a more greyish blue were used? Basic Fun is allergic to non-bright colors ig :’(

Dog 5/10

Not a fan of this mold, the brown color suits him honestly. The thunder symbol doesnt fits him. I can feel his eyes staring at my soul😭😭

Dog 8/10

He looks like a papa dog with a simple and smooth design. Basic Fun should make family sets for us

7/10

She looks like she accidently fell inside a can of toxic waste but idk I LOVE BIRDS SO SHE DESERVES A 7!🩵

Monkey 8/10

Babyboy <3

Llama 7/10

I feel like this is the same llama from wave 1 but she feel into a can of toxic waste too, its okay sweetie I still love you :3

Iguana 7/10

Silly boy🧡💛

Bird 5/10

Ik this is a redesign of already existing Hasbro design but literally nobody asked for this..

Fish 6/10

I wanna spin her like a coin

Cat 9/10

I wanna make a fur suit of her. But Im also dissappointed because this was originally a sitting shorthair cat. Still love her <3💜💜💛💛

So yeah, gonna add others in a different blog because i can add 30 pictures at max. Hope you enjoyed it, have a nice day :3🩷

[magnoliaroad]

Lilac Catz

Because one purple cat isn’t enough.  Read on for more pictures and ramblings!

I think I might’ve found my hexing niche with my signature purple catz.  My first one started with my first hex, Nebula.  Since then it’s been fun trying to see what else I could do with purple.  (To be fair, I know a lot of these purples aren’t “really” purples but rather greys/pinks/blues with the dithered “illusion” of purple.)

Before there was the lilac siamese, I made a normal colored version by tweaking the OG siamese a little bit.  I thought he turned out cute on his own and named him Marcel :) 

Bonus picture of both of them doing their special pose at the same time!  I’m not great at taking petz pictures so I thought this was a lucky shot!

This may be more pinkish than purple but there’s some purple undertones that might be hard to see from a still shot.  I really liked the texture for this one.  I feel it matches the original mottled look of the oshie.  There’s even a bit of a moonstone-like iridescent blue sheen to it when she moves around.

Had my work cut out for me with this one.  To make my own version of the tabby, I essentially had to recreate all the textures.  There was something familiar looking about this hex - then I realized it looked like my 1997 silver tabby Beanie Baby - Prance!  I added blue eyes and pink whiskers to complete the look!

The pictures don’t do this one justice.  When this texture moves around there’s subtle pinks that come in and out of view and it’s a really neat effect.  This texture effect worked best as a “full-body” texture so the persian was the best breed to use this one on.

Hands down, the calico was a blast to make.  It was just so much fun to take the collection of lilac textures that I made and just swap them in and out to create a variety of calico looks.

A variation leaning more towards the blue side.

A coloration reminiscent of my Rosaline hex with pinks and greys.

I’m in love with how this one turned out.  The hot pink spots just made this one pop.  I thought the spots looked like rose petals.  So I named her Rose ;) Original, I know.

That’s it for now!  I was going to do the other breeds (B+W Shorthair, Russian Blue, etc) but it was bit much to do.  Maybe in the future I’ll do another round of these.

[nanistar]

jayfeather or maybe lightning tail for the ask game?

jayfeather my beloved

sexuality headcanon bi

gender/pronouns headcanon cis sorry

rate them out of ten 11/10

favorite thing about them love that he's an asshole. even though i know a lot of people don't like it, i really liked his relationship with half moon and how he loved her and had to make the decision to let her go to make the future right. idk i love that sorta doomed romance shit. i also liked when he told alderheart that it was okay and normal to fall in love.

least favorite thing about them i love asshole characters but he should have treated leafpool and dovewing better. i think alderheart needed someone to be hard on him though

why i first started liking/disliking them literally instantly

do i relate/project onto/kin them? no

favorite quote/moment i really liked when he was defending poppyfrost from breezepelt . also when he brought cinderheart to the lake to strengthen her leg that was really smart

my fav ship brairjay otp for life baybe. also love him with half moon.

my fav platonic friendship his friendship with poppyfrost and his friendship with briarlight.

a ship i hate back before people knew that they were brothrs, ppl shipped him with breezepelt and i always hated that.

do i prefer canon or fanon? canon with some fanon for flavor tbh.

random headcanon he tried really hard to fully forgive leaf and squirrel for keeping the secret, and even though he got over it for the most part, there's still a part of him that resents them for it. he wished he had known from the start or at least earlier so he could have appreciated his time with leafpool more.

what color do i picture them as he's always a bluish gray with darker spiral markings that are purpletoned. and also he keeps his eyes closed

cat breed headcanon oriental shorthair body type a la windclan

unpopular opinion the reason people like him more than whatever BG character of the week that everyone is whining about not getting enough attention is because he's a POV character for TWO arcs!!!!! fuckin whateverclaw from notimportantclan who has two lines of dialogue where theyre cool but rude is just Not as interesting or important as him. also unpopular for sure, but i liked the time travel/past walking stuff, HOWEVER i think that that should have been hollyleaf's power

things i associate with them bird

song i associate with them

space oddity by mr david bowie

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them frankie's masterpiece

[amoeba-shaped-rock]

A look at Playwright's design

This was meant to be an analysis but it became so unserious midway. And yes I'm using this whole thing as an excuse to tell everyone that Playwright wears high heels.

Some elaboration (may contain spoilers for IS2) :

1. didn't have any space for it but need to note that he has beauty marks!! two of them.

2. he often draws blood for his blood ink, so he's probably anemic further suggested by his pale complexion and premature gray hair.

3. the gap in his sleeve is probably to make drawing blood easier

4. the low blood volume from frequent blood draws causes low blood pressure. tight clothes help improve blood circulation

5. he covers up most of his body parts, so we can't tell if he has any visible scars or more importantly, oripathy crystal formations. he seems to be infected though, based on the relic descriptions

6. gloves makes it unclear if he has any scars, corns or calluses. someone who writes so often ought to have calluses. it could be that his gloves themselves are to prevent calluses. Personally, I think writing with gloves on is very difficult. props to him for always writing with gloves on

7. Black and white hair. I think this is either indicative of his cat breed, a sign of stress or anemia, a reference to the black cat in Poe's short story Black Cat, or all of the above. You can refer to my previous post to know more about Playwright and the Black Cat.

8. Ribbons. so many ribbons. boy why do you love ribbons so much. the ribbons are mostly blue and black, but there are other colours too. he also ties the longer parts of his hair with them.

Interestingly, having a lot of ribbons is a characteristic shared by Ms Christine, another character related to Phantom. in Ms Christine's case though, it was Phantom who gifted her all the ribbons. Could it be that Phantom also gifted the Playwright all these ribbons? or the other way around?

10. trademark small_ryuzaki's hypnotic eyes. among all small_ryuzaki characters we have, this is the most apparent with Cantabile and Erato. he also has eyebags, implying that he hadn't slept well in a good while.

9. High heels - probably a fancy formal wear, but I like to think otherwise. HC that Playwright wears high heels because he doesn’t want to look short when standing next to Phantom, a towering 185 cm pole. Imagine Rhythm in Literature EP but Playwright is ~15 cm shorter. Wouldn’t it be cute? I love this shortie.

Update: he wears high heels (and so do most other Troupe members other than Blood Diamond) because tragic actors wear buskins

11. Blue quill - The Writer's Tongue, a relic that foreshadowed the Playwright's death. he never lets go of it because he never stops writing. maybe when he finally achieves his vengeance, he'll be able to let go.

12. Blue accent - his design perfectly contrasts Blood Diamond's. I have been thinking, why the Blood Diamond outfit? why not Phantom's default outfit? This may be because the current default Phantom isn't the real Phantom, but rather a shell of who he used to be. To the narrative as a whole, "Phantom"'s character is meaningless without the troupe, so in order to fully grasp his character, you have to look at his identity within the troupe. "Blood Diamond" may be the troupe's puppet, but he's also their star.

There are other significance of the colour blue that I covered in this post.

13. "Tear of the Departed"

this relic that belongs to the dead/retired elite operator shares the same shade of blue, and similar themes to Playwright's: associations with fire and creation, and heroic qualities. I might be jumping the gun, but its an interesting food for thought

14. I actually don’t know anything about cat breed or British shorthair or whatever. He’ll always be a black cat shaped gremlin in my heart.

15. Glasses are really versatile. First, you can have glasses-wearing girls take them off and suddenly become beautiful, or have girls wearing glasses flashing those cute grins, or have girls stealing the protagonist's glasses and putting them on like, "Haha, got your glasses!" That's just way too cute! Also, boys with glasses! I really like when their glasses have that suspicious looking gleam, and it's amazing how it can look really cool or just be a joke. I really like how it can fulfill all those abstract needs. Being able to switch up the styles and colors of glasses based on your mood is a lot of fun too! It's actually so much fun! You have those half rim glasses, or the thick frame glasses, everything! It's like you're enjoying all these kinds of glasses at a buffet. I really want Phantom to try some on or Mouthpiece to try some on to replace his mask. We really need glasses to become a thing in the Crimson Troupe and start giving them away for free. Don't. You. Think. We. Really. Need. To. Officially. Give. Everyone. Glasses?

That's about all, I think. Will add more if I find anything else to add later.

[since-times-long-forgotten]

okay so I'm not sure if we actually know for sure, but I'll do a breakdown of possibilities!!

blue eyes makes me think maybe some kind of dominant blue eye (DBE) gene at work.

his body appears to be a black tortoiseshell. solid black & orange (orange = visually tabby, but not actually genetically tabby, bc the black is solid), with the black brindled into the orange enough that it looks kinda like black stripes but is actually not.

so we've got a few possibilities:

he's a chimera

he's got XXY chromosomes (Klinefelter's) and just has really weird color distribution, maybe due to the DBE gene interacting with it somehow, or just from random chance

he's secretly actually an XX female... and just has really weird color distribution.

some weird combination of the above

My bet is on option 2, if he's indeed male like he was said to be!

I think he has XXY chromosomes, and is a DBE black tortoiseshell with low white spotting, who just happens to have weird color distribution- either due to the DBE gene interacting with how the colors present, or just random chance. X-inactivation my beloved.

We can see more examples of similar phenotypes in other non-chimera cats, such as these DBE black torties in the Céleste and British Shorthair breeds:

celestes from here

british shorthairs from here

@/felinefractious covered this as well, which helped me come to my conclusion! This and this are their two posts covering it, I suggest checking them out!

[portraitmypet]

What I Learned About My Cat from the Artist Who Painted Him

It may seem like a small detail, but I am so thankful for how much she knew about my cat. For example, she said that he is grey and black with white paws and tail. She also mentioned that he is an American shorthair breed, which I didn't know before. She even got his age right! The artist could've just used this information as "filler" while they waited for me to give them more details about my cat (which was actually the case in some of the other drawings), but they took what they had and made something beautiful out of it.

This made me realize how much time artists put into their work—I never realized how many hours go into creating something like this until now!

But I know he is a little bit fat.

The artist does not see your cat. They work from a photo or description and may ask you questions to clarify if there is something they don't understand.

If you say that your cat is "a little bit fat," the artist might use that description when painting the animal, but they might also choose to paint it thinner than it actually is (or vice versa).

You can tell an artist how much extra weight you want on your pet—but be aware that this will affect the way their body looks in proportion with their face and legs as well as their overall size in relation to other objects depicted in a composition.

The artist made a painting of him and I told them how much I love him.

The artist painted a beautiful portrait of my cat and I. I told the artist how much I love my cat, and they painted him really fat. It looks kind of like my cat, but it was clearly not intended to be an accurate representation of him; this is something that could only have been achieved through careful observation and interpretation.

I don't know if there's any real correlation between telling an artist that you love your pet and them painting them as obese, but I'm going to consider it for now. In fact, I think this might work for any animal-related art form! If you tell an artist that you really enjoy insects or reptiles or other animals in general, maybe they will paint your favorite one with six legs instead of four!

So they made the painting of my cat really fat.

So, our cat is fat. He's not just a little overweight, he's what you might call a fat cat.

I could have told that to the artist when she came over to take his measurements to make sure his proportions were right for the painting, but I didn't. I was nervous about putting too much weight on the artist and their work by saying something like "Hey, my cat is pretty big."

Instead I said nothing: I didn't want to risk them making him look even fatter than he already did in real life. But now that the painting has been completed, it made me wonder: Does telling an artist how much your subject weighs affect how they portray it?

It is not that bad because it looks kind of like my cat.

It is not that bad because it looks kind of like my cat.

While I was waiting for my portrait, I wondered if you could tell me what your process is? How do you decide which colors to use and where to place the lines and shading?

What I got back was this:

You're right! It's not so bad. I think it would have been even better if the cat looked more like the original picture than this one does but that's just something we'll never know. The good news is he seems healthy and happy in the photo so maybe that's all that matters?

Liking something does not mean you should make it look bigger in a painting.

The artist who painted your cat knows that you love him, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he should make your pet look bigger in the painting. What you think will be a flattering portrait of your furry friend may end up being a cartoonish caricature or something else entirely.

The artist is not an exact mind reader (although I hear he has been working on his telepathic powers), so it is important for you to be specific about what you want depicted in the work of art. You don’t have to speak in sentences like “I want my cat to look like a fox with blue eyes and no pupils”—this can sound confusing when translated into visual terms—but do make sure that the finished product will resemble what you envision when asked if they can paint, “My cat looks like all cats look: large ears, small nose, long tail…and white feet!”

[pangur-and-grim]

as part of my “looking through shelters to find Ugly Cats to adopt” request series, I stumbled upon the best.....most HANDSOME....most ELDERLY Oriental Shorthair! if you live near Delta, BC, please bring home Dingo

[masaomi-kida-is-my-baby]

Hoa theme week: Hands

Pairing: Eric/Nick/Rachel

Have some more kitty Eric. This time hes getting pets and not getting banished to the dumb cuck box.

"Awww look at your cute little ears and nose." Rachel cooed at her husband.

"I'm not cute!" He grumbled in protest.

"All due respect Eric you kinda are, just a smidge." Nick laughed as the tiny feline glared at him as his tail thumped angrily against the bed. You would think after living with a couple witches for over a year now Eric would know better than to drink random liquids lying around.

It was hard to take the Colonel seriously when he was currently inhabiting the body of a golden colored British Shorthair. Eric was doing his best to look mad at them with his ears laying flat against his head and his eyes narrowed but it just made his smooshed face look even cuter. The potion was meant for Rachel to use on herself, thinking it’d be fun to give herself cat ears and a tail as an anniversary surprise for the two men however she must’ve made it too strong.

Eric just wanted some morning coffee, not to get caught up in whatever scheme Rachel or Nick had planned. He thought his coffee tasted funny but shrugged it off as maybe the creamer going bad. Next thing he knew he was passing out on the bed and waking up with the world looking much larger than before and three paws instead of two hands and a foot.

"How did you manage to confuse a potion for a bottle of coffee creamer?" Rachel said while giggling.

"I was tired and they were right next to eacho-" Eric let out an indignant meow as he was suddenly lifted from the pillow he was laying on in their bed and plopped onto Rachels lap. She held him against her stomach while she scratched under his chin and rubbed his belly. He tried to wiggle free but it was hopeless,especially now that Nick was sitting across from him and playing with his paws. His eyes began instinctively sliding close from the gentle petting. Rachels nails felt so nice scratching under his chin.

Nick took the opportunity to start teasing him. "Awwww lookit your cute little beans, does the widdle colonel wike having his bewwy wubb-bitch!" Nick drew his hand back to escape the little razors Eric had for claws. A little blood flowed from the pin pricks but not too much. "Somebody's a grumpy kitty…" he muttered, shaking his hand out.

Rachel let out a mock outraged gasp and bopped him on the nose, "Bad kitty. No scratching" Eric let out a tiny growl in response before demanding they turn him back. Rachel laughed, "It's temporary, you should turn back within a few hours."

"Can't you fix him sooner than that Rach?" As much as Nick enjoyed this, he didn't want to be clawed again.

"He'll change back on his own within the amount of time it'll take to make a cure, besides don't you think he's cute like this? I wanna play with him a bit longer." She smirked. Eric twisted in her grasp attempting to free himself but was once again unsuccessful. His prosthetic was on the bed on top of the pile of his clothes. Trying to balance on 3 legs was tricky. Now he was stuck with his front paws squished between Rachels stomach and his body while his back was now exposed to Nick. She moved her hands up to squish his face and scratch behind his soft ears.

"What do you think Nick, should we do this to him more often?"

Nick chuckled as he started playing with Eric's tail. "It's a tempting idea, I'll give you that. Maybe we should get him a little collar with a bell too just in case? He's too cute for his own good, we don't want anyone getting any ideas now do we?"

Eric opened his mouth to protest but all that came out was a tiny mew as Rachel started scratching behind his ears because fuuuckkk thay felt really good. He found his eyes sliding shut as he pressed his body into their hands. It wasn't long before Eric began purring, his little tongue poking out of his mouth.

“And to think I used to call you ‘puppy dog’. Clearly ‘pretty kitty’ suits you a lot better.”

“He’s certainly always preening himself like one.” Nick agreed, scratching at Eric's lower back.

Eric couldn’t bring himself to bite back, too blissed out by his lover's hands gently petting and scratching him in all the right places. His body and brain were mush. Rachel scooted back up the bed to lie down with Eric sprawled out on top of her. Eric found himself unable to help but roll over, exposing his belly. Nick lay down next to Rachel and smiled as Eric couldn’t help but continue to purr like a motor as his belly was rubbed. Eric found himself drifting off to sleep as Rachel and Nick continued to pet him and press kisses into the top of his head and his paws.

After Eric passed out the other two soon followed. Rachel was the first to wake, feeling a heavy weight on top of her. Upon opening her eyes she was greeted by the sight of her very naked and very human husband. Well, mostly human anyway. Rachel carded her hand through his hair to scratch the kitty ears that still remained. Eric was still quietly purring with his tongue poking out. She could also feel what felt like a tail lazily twitching against her leg. She was definitely going to have to do this again.

[justafleck]

—   The  pet  store  :  it  was  one  of  his  favorite  places  to  visit  on  a  bad  day  .  He’s  a  regular  there  ,  although  he  never  makes  a  purchase  .  It’s  a  quaint  shop  tucked  away  in  the  heart  of  Gotham  .  The  owner  is  an  elderly  woman  and  though  Arthur  creeps  her  out  ,  she’s  never  found  the  courage  to  actually  kick  him  out  .  He’s  quiet  ,  respectful  .  Every  so  often  he  saves  up  a  few  extra  dollars  to  buy  and  donate  a  bag  of  cat  food  for  the  adoptables  that  line  the  back  side  of  the  store  .  Most  of  his  time  there  was  spent  with  the  cats  .  Watching  them  through  the  plexiglass  and  occasionally  asking  if  he  could  hold  one  .  He’s  found  himself  here  once  again  on  a  cold  rainy  day  .  Only  forty  five  minutes  after  his  shift  ,  soft  streaks  of  white  greasepaint  he  missed  when  cleaning  his  face  line  the  rims  of  his  jawline  .  His  clothes  were  still  dampened  from  walking  in  the  rain  .  Dark  ,  dampened  curls  dangle  over  his  forehead  as  he  watches  the  oriental  shorthair  kitten  on  the  other  side  chase  his  finger  that  he  slowly  drags  along  the  glass  .  He’s  smiling  ,  a  genuine  smile  .  One  that  plastered his  face  with  such  joy  ,  it  revealed  crooked  teeth part  and  a  soft  chuckle  escapes  his  lips  .

—  He  hears  the  sound  of  the  bell  dangling  above  the  front  corner  of  the  door  jingle  :  someone  entered  the  shop  and  he’s  far  to  distracted  by  the  kitten  to  care  enough  to  even  steal  a  glance  at  the  stranger  entering  the  shop  quite  yet  .  It’s  not  like  it  mattered  much  who  comes  in  or  out  ,  though  Arthur  likes  to  keep  tabs  on  his  surroundings  :  to  know  who’s  around  and  who  could  be  a  potential  threat  to  him  .  He  tends  to  stray  away  from  people  .   Men  larger  than  him  in  particular  as  he’s  long  since  learned  that  they  were  typically  the  most  aggressive  towards  him  if  he  somehow  upset  them  .  His  eyes  are  only  drawn  away  from  the  cat  as  he  hears  the  soft  footfalls of  a woman’s boots growing  near  and  his  body  is  already  beginning  to  tense  .  The  smile  fades  from  his  face  and  his  hands  fall  into  his  jacket  pockets  as  he  steals  a  diffident  glance  in  her  direction  .  She’s  shorter  than  him  :  long  locks  of  burnet  hair  falls  and  curls  perfectly  over  her  shoulders  .  She’s  beautiful  and  he  finds  himself  silently  watching  (  staring  at  ) her  as  she  peeks  into  the  plexiglass at  one  of  the  kittens  a  few  rows  down  .  She’s  standing  close  ,  a  few  feet  away  and  he  already  feels  as  if  he’s  somehow  burdened  her  with  his  presence  .

—  He  wants  to  speak  ,  but  finds  himself  tongue  tied  .  What  if  he  upsets  her  ?  Her  smile  is  to  beautiful  for  him  to  crumble  .  But  he  feels  compelled  .  Drawn  to  her  .  Who  is  she  ?  Arthur  needs  to  know  and  his  mouth  runs  dry  .  He’s  nervous  .  “  Isn’t  she  cute  ?  ”  The  words  practically  burst  from  his  mouth  before  he  mentally  agreed  to  speak  thim  and  his  heart  pounds  with  instant  regret  .  She’s  going  to  look  at  him  in  disgust  ,  the  anticipation  is  heavy  .  “  I  mean  ...  they’re  all  cute  ,  but   —  ”  he  draws  out  the  sentence  as  he’s  lost  grip  of  his  words  .  “  T- that  one  has  golden  eyes  .  ”  It’s  ironic  ,  really  ;  that  the  cat  she’s  looking  at  shares  the  same  eye  color  as  she  .  He’s  never  seen  such  before  in  a  person  and  he’s  absolutely  captivated  .  It  almost  sounds  like  he’s  talking  about  her  ,  and  maybe  it’s  insinuated  within  his  words  ,  but  he’s  referring  to  the  cat  she’s  looking  at  .  “  Don’t  you  think  ?  ”

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if/when you get the energy/time to- im really curious; what kinda fuzzy friends do the newer skeles have? does pitch have a seeing eye-dog version of princess? or does ell and/or nemo have a fuzzy buddy to help with their anxiety or anything similar or in-between? spare fuzzy friend hcs for the poor, ma'am????

Well, you asked for it!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A cat named Annie (Ragdoll), adopted as an emotional support buddy! She picked him, really, just ambling right on up to him, and it was love at first flop-over-his feet. Having a little sweetheart like her to take care of has really helped to pull Ash out of the doldrums and he loves her a lot. She’s a big-time cuddlebug, just like he is, and they definitely spend a ton of time napping together, everywhere and anywhere.

Annie’s Quirks: Extra chunky (master of the ‘I haven’t been fed yet 🥺’ con), stockpiles socks and undies beneath the bed, shameless catnip junkie

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He feels like he’s not as active as he should be, lots of time spent indoors doing academic things, when there’s a whole beautiful world out there that he should be getting out to see at least sometimes... He has the idea that maybe an animal companion would be the right motivation to get up and out at least a couple times a day, and Cannoli (Pembroke Welsh Corgi) is the solution to the problem! They click pretty much immediately and are just very well-suited to each other, especially as exercise partners.

Cannoli’s Quirks: Loves (short) walks, rests his head on any feet that stay still long enough, must sleep in the same bed as the people and will hop/bark/cry if he can’t get up there himself

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):He doesn’t know too much of the story himself, he’s sure he was told in more detail but probably forgot. All he remembers is, a friend of a friend had a dog who had an accident...or maybe it got sick? Either way, it went deaf, and the dog was too big and unwieldy for them to try to retrain themselves. But they had a friend who was HoH, and that friend was active in the community with lots of other signing and HoH folks and could ask around about someone who might be up for the challenge of having and training a real big dog that couldn’t hear a word you said to it. That’s how Brick heard about it, anyway, and he’s not deaf but he’s big, and he figures he probably knows at least enough sign by now to train a dog. And that’s how Tiny (English Mastiff) comes to stay at his place. They clumsily work on understanding each other, it’s definitely a Process, but there’s plenty of fondness there to make any difficulty worth the trouble.

Tiny’s Quirks: Bit of a digging problem, gets very excited about balloons, likes to sit near people and lean his entire weight into them

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): This one may look familiar, but it’s fate-- Doomfanger (Persian) belongs with him and could find her way to him in any universe. ...But King was a little later getting to the Surface, and wasn’t there to pick her up when she was freshly on the streets. She spent awhile longer being an alleycat, a few years of living the rough life, and one day when she’s not quite fast enough to scurry out of the way of an oncoming car, it probably would’ve been the end for her... if not for the kind Samaritan skeleton who was just passing by that scooped her up off the pavement and brought her to a vet. King tried very hard not to get attached to her, especially when it was still looking like she wouldn’t make it, but he kept moving the goalpost of when he’d let himself care about her. ‘IF IT LIVES UNTIL MORNING,’ ‘IF IT MAKES IT TO THE VET,’ ‘IF SHE SURVIVES HER SURGERY,’ ‘IF--’ and then she looks at him, with her goofy drugged up face, freshly missing the foot of her back paw so that they even match now, and... And just like that, Doomfanger has a home and a devoted cat-dad owner and anything else she could possibly need.

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Likes to be raked, makes an incredible fuss when shut out of any room for any reason, very spooked by loud noises and immediately runs and hides under daddy’s bed

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He wanted a pet, especially when things were still a little strained with his brother and the nature of his...condition...made it difficult to make friends. He was lonely and a little pal would be very welcome in his home, but he’d also really hate to curse a furry friend with the ever-present threat of being dripped on and getting nasty bone-goop stuck in their fur... Ella (Sphynx) is the workaround to this unusual problem and makes herself right at home with Merc, happy to love on him whether he’s solid or sticky.

Ella’s Quirks: Has an extensive collection of sweaters that she adores (will sit by her dresser and meow until she is clothed), great sense for emotions and tends to appear whenever she’s needed, transfixed by mirrors

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He didn’t choose Ripley (Maine Coon), Ripley... well, he’s not even sure Ripley chose him. He definitely chose Ella, because that pretty little sweater-wearing vixen in the window is what drove him to bust into Ell and Merc’s house and start sauntering around like he owned the place. Ripley (named before they realized he was a boy-cat) was definitely feral, with a notched ear and a missing eye, but he just keeps coming around, breaking and entering, cuddling with Ella and sharing her food, and when he one day hops into Ell’s lap and curls his big fluffy body up there... Ell makes the (possibly bad) decision to just shut the doors and windows on this mean, fat bastard and make him commit to the self-domestication he’d started. Ripley’s fickle, anti-social, and nine times out of ten mean as hell, but despite it all, Ell’s attached to the fucker. Doesn’t stop him from talking mad shit about his demon-cat to anyone who’ll listen, but y’know, there’s a weird sort of love there, between them both.

Ripley’s Quirks: Hates other cats and people, with Ell and Ella as the only exceptions (Ell sometimes, Ella always), does truly heinous things to birds and rodents and even bugs if the opportunity presents itself, an escape artist who is not to be trusted around doors or windows

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Ms. Sandy Peaches (Golden Retriever) is a service dog, trained to assist people with visual impairments in a variety of tasks. Pitch, who’d long been mulling over the idea of getting one such dog, eventually follows through, and as soon as he hears her name, he’s decided-- Sandy Peaches is the one for him! He’s been blind awhile by the time he gets her and generally knows his way around things, but she’s very helpful in his day-to-day and some of the things that were moderately inconvenient to get through before are only mildly inconvenient now, and her value as a helper and a companion is much appreciated.

Sandy’s Quirks: Gets excited when it’s time to put her vest on and go work, thinks the appropriate amount of brushing time is probably about three hours, loves to go swimming

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He found Dizzy (American Shorthair) after an accidental click led him to a local shelter’s Instagram, where they had a video of her playing and a few hashtags that explained her condition. He learned a lot about cerebellar hypoplasia, aka ‘wobbly cat syndrome,’ and when he eventually made it back to her video and watched it again... it was too late, he was already half in love with her. He contacts the shelter and after a couple weeks making arrangements, purchasing necessities, and wobbly-cat-proofing the house, he braves the outdoors to go get her and bring her home. She’s probably 100% his baby within the first hour and he loves being able to take care of her and help a kitty that not everybody would have the time or dedication to take in. The love is very much mutual and Dizzy’s tail does the ‘omg it’s you, I love you!’ tail-quiver whenever she sees him and trots on over.

Dizzy’s Quirks: Sixth sense for when there’s clean laundry to be laid on, likes to hold extended warbling and yowling conversations with people, chews on anything that crinkles (keep plastic wrappers out of reach!)

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): As soon as he knew he wanted a dog, he knew he wanted to pick up one of the less adoptable ones. Skipper (Beagle mutt) was certainly that, with only two legs--one in front and one in back. Sunny had a play session with the little guy and admired his energy and how enthusiastically he played, like his missing legs didn’t even phase him. Whatever happened in Skipper’s past, he’s not letting it be his problem now, and needless to say, he’s adopted and taken home in pretty short order. No holds barred fetch and spontaneous frolicking in open fields are a great bonding activity for these two, probably a match made in heaven.

Skipper’s Quirks: Tennis ball fiend (literally can never have enough), chews on unattended shoes, loves to sing (read: howl) along to music

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He wanted a guard dog, some big intimidating-looking thing that would look really, really cool guard the house. He finds Ace (Doberman/Great Dane), unfortunately with his ears already cropped (Aster wouldn’t have chosen the procedure himself), but otherwise a very handsome fellow and still definitely in need of love and a home, both of which Aster was willing and able to provide. He’s attentive with all the care and training his new pup needs, and when Ace grows up just as huge as predicted, looking like a cross between a panther and a hellhound, he’s become an extremely well-mannered and obedient dog, full to the tips of his pointy ears with love for Aster.

Ace’s Quirks: King of naps, the worst nightmare of any strangers at the door (but very affectionate and loving once they’re in!), will tell you if you’ve stopped petting him too soon, boofing and trying to put your hand back to make you resume