#big fat mama cat

[crunkyscorner]

silly goofy Forneus ref ❤️

[theloveinc]

Barbarian!Bakugo is a little bit… obsessed with lactation.

No, it’s not a new concept to him—he’s seen mothers feeding their children before, in fact, hardly ever put a thought to it.

But now that it’s you, now that it’s his child… it’s interesting to him. Beyond interesting, really. That someone he loves and desires so carnally can provide an almost irreplaceable service, one he is incapable of replicating despite how much he wants to provide for the both of you.

And he’d want to be present for most feedings anyway, both to bond and help ease the parenting load off your shoulders… but the whole time, he can’t take his eyes off your chest, where the little one is latched so safely and happy, suckling away as he stares in a protective haze, in awe. Blinking when baby blinks, wincing when you wince, his hands balling into fists when you sigh and the soft fat of your bosom jiggles.

He’s shy, though. Shy to admit his fascination despite how he asks to touch you one night, after the babe has been fed, swaddled and put to rest, and then rubs his fingers so gently against your nipple it starts to leak.

Bakugo looks at you under thick lashes, no blush because he’s seen you naked endless times, was there for the birth, but hesitant, almost… to do more than feel your raw areola underneath the rough pads of his fingertips. Even if, no sooner, does he put a thumb into his mouth to taste the few, silken drops of milk that escaped onto his skin.

Baby always eats first, of course, until plump and sleepy… but after that first touch, barbarian!Bakugo is no longer above licking up what’s left for him until your tits are relaxed and soft, then massaging you til there’s milk in abundance once more.

[icanseethefuture333]

Asteroid Kitty (9563): your kitten like charm 🐈‍⬛

Asteroid kitty represents the duality of a person, it’s how people are seen as sexy and cute. Asteroid kitty can also show how mischievous or promiscuous a person can be towards their prey, especially when it comes to women using their feminine charm to get what they want.

“I’m the type of girl you wanna chew all of my bubblegum

I’m the type of girl you wanna take to ya mama house”

Kitty in the signs/houses:

Aries Kitty / in the 1st house

Aries Kitty / in the 1st house people are the embodiment of “cat pretty”, their eyes are often shaped like a feline’s, and they are I nown for being a leader. They don’t like to follow the rules and could be seen as rebellious by people. Kitty 1st housers may also hate having people in their personal space but could lack a sense of respect for others. When in a relationship, they see what belongs to their partner’s as theirs, and wouldn’t understand why they don’t want to share. They could also be drawn to cats and animals prints in general. These kittens like to play hard to get and enjoy playful pushing/smacking on the arm as a form of flirtation. If they were a cat, they would believe they are the master and their owner was their servant, similar to those wirehair cats. They are only affectionate with the people they care about and can look at you as if you’re crazy if you act like you know them. These kittens have an infectious laughter as well and their voice sounds like purring to the ears. They are also athletic and look damn good in their workout clothes. They can pick up dudes at the gym and they often find people trying to help them whenever they are lifting weights.

Taurus Kitty/in the 2nd house

Taurus Kitty / in the 2nd house people prioritize financial security and success over the approval of others. These kittens value comfort and stability, they could often take naps and be seen as “lazy”. They might also carry weight more than others or have a “fat cat” 👀. Taurus Kitty 2nd housers charm is their ability to make their home and their style fancy on a budget. If they were a cat, they’d be the fluffy white Persian ones with the diamond collar. These kittens love luxury and being pampered. These are the type of people who grew up spoiled by their family. In a relationship, they are the type to be given money for spa days and so they can get their claws sharpened. They are also stubborn when it comes to arguments but for others their temper can be seen as sexually enticing. Romantic suitors feel compelled to give them their money and assets. Touch is also a big turn on for them and being touched by them always feels so sensual. They are high maintenance and lack patience when it comes to other people’s ignorance.

Gemini Kitty / in the 3rd house

Ohhh what chatterboxes! These kittens are very vocal and outspoken, but their way of communicating is very endearing! The way Gemini Kitty / in the 3rd house people talk is so adorable, when they have a crush on someone they can be very cheeky, and like to play a game of “cat and mouse” with their romantic interest. If they were a cat, they’d be a Siamese cat 🗣️! They are also very observant and attentive to details, if you do something that they don’t like, then they get the ick immediately. They are also very hot and cold, they hate when people are constantly in their face and need to have their alone time. Gemini Kitty 3rd housers need mental stimulation and have to be intellectually engaged. They are bold when it comes to saying dirty things and can be very vocal in the bedroom.

Cancer Kitty / in the 4th house

Cancer Kitty / in the 4th house people are attuned to people’s emotions and are sensitive to their surroundings. They could be described as empathetic and homebodies. People see them as cute and loving, they could often be babied by people, even as they get older in age. These kittens are classy in the streets and a freak in the sheets, they could play a more submissive role in the bedroom. Cancer Kitty 4th housers are known for their glowing skin, sweet scent, and docile nature. They like to be nurturing towards their loved ones and may cry with them when upset. If they were a cat, they’d be a exotic shorthair 🧸. They are viewed as the girl/boy next door and some people dream of marrying them. People hate seeing them sad and would do anything to make them happy again, they could manipulate others’ emotions if they wanted and whenever they’re in trouble, they get away with it because of their innocent demeanor.

Leo Kitty in the 5th house

The definition of mischief! Leo Kitty 5th house people are playful and vivacious, they love to have fun! You can find them at a party dancing or playing video games on a Saturday night. These are the kittens that enjoy laser tag, they like anything bright and shiny. If they were a cat, they would be an orange cat 🐈 ! People could find their energetic personality uplifting and are appreciative of their positive attitude. They are optimistic when it comes to their goals and they believe in having a team spirit. Leo Kitty 5th housers could be loved by children and animals, they see them as a big kid as well. They might be the youngest of their family or was that child who was a “busy body”, always wanting to go outside. When in a relationship, they love physical touch and quality time, they just won’t get off their partners lol. They could also have a high sex drive and are always excited to try something new, they might even want to try something silly like spanking their partner’s butt when they are caught off guard.

Kitty in Virgo/6th house

Virgo / Kitty in the 6th house people require more care than others. They could often be prone to sickness and when they are feeling under the weather, people wish to tend to their every need. Self care is an important part of their daily routine, so you can catch them doing their yoga routine or doing skincare. They could also be allergic to pets as well even though they might want one to keep them company. Virgo / Kitty 6th housers can be quite critical to cheap materials and are picky to certain foods, they have a refined palette. If they were a cat, they’d be a Russian blue. Hygiene is important to them and they are often praised for their well kept appearance (“pussy tight pussy clean pussy fresh”). When in a relationship, they are more shy and prefer to show their love through acts of services. In order to feel comfortable sexually, they could need lots of foreplay and require a partner that has patience, it takes a while for these people to get in the mood. Lying on the green grass underneath the warm sun could be healing for these kittens. Being in nature allows them to unwind and release stress.

Libra Kitty / in the 7th house

Popular and pretty! Libra Kitty / In the 7th house people are admired by their peers and often attract attention without even trying. They have many romantic suitors and they like getting what they want. People could often be jealous of them because of how well liked they are. They could have a reputation of being a “home wrecker” but they don’t see it that way. They feel if the home was never secure in the first place, then it wasn’t their fault someone chased after them lol. Libra Kitty 7th housers can be superficial and most of their attraction is based on physical appearance. These kittens also value balance and have a steady workload. If they were a cat, they’d be a ragdoll. In the bedroom, they are likely to be a switch and enjoy giving and receiving. These people like to see their partner’s face so missionary or cowgirl would be their favorite position, as well as 69 for fairness.

Scorpio Kitty / in the 8th house

What mysterious little creatures. Scorpio Kitty / In the 8th house could prefer to be alone and dislike being forced to socialize. These kittens are often misunderstood by others and might have been outcasted in their youth. They go wherever they please and look good doing it. Scorpio Kitty 8th housers may be drawn to the dark and prefer taking walks out at night, they also wear a lot of black. If they were a cat, they’d be a Bombay cat 🐈‍⬛. When they are attracted to someone, they ooze sensuality and are very alluring without even trying, their mannerisms as well are attractive to people. These people could have supernatural experiences and might be highly intuitive as well. In their family dynamics, they could be protective of others and can sense danger before it happens. In the bedroom, they are flexible and able to place themselves in all types of positions. They enjoy the darker aspects of foreplay such as roughhousing, shibari, whips, and bdsm. Their goal during sex is to claim their partner as theirs, expect love bites and scratch marks from these felines.

Sagittarius Kitty / In the 9th house

These are the alley cats who have seen and experienced a lot of things. Sagittarius Kitty / in the 9th house people are wise and knowledge of various topics. To other people they could consider them a “know it all” and mature beyond their years, they might feel inferior to them when engaging in a conversation. These people enjoy adventure and freedom, they would be a stray cat that is known and loved by all in their neighborhood. These kittens would most likely have multiple homes and don’t like being tied down to one place. They enjoy a good sense of humor and are attracted to someone who is intelligent, when a person matches their energy that turns them on even more. In the bedroom, they like to are open to new experiences and wish to try different things, so they are likely to mess around with sex toys. Sagittarius Kitty 9th housers could value their education as well and may be a “teacher’s pet”. If they were a cat, they’d be a Bengal cat. Within their family, these people would be the carefree older sibling who has crazy stories of parties and drinking, they are mostly likely to remain single and would not want to get married. They spend their time traveling and enjoying different cuisines.

Capricorn Kitty / In the 10th house

Capricorn Kitty / in the 10th house are focused , responsible, and determined. They have a sharp wit and don’t tolerate nonsense. These kittens are often annoyed with people’s incompetence and it puts them in a bad mood when things are not handled properly. They admire individuals with a good work ethic and have a good head on their shoulder. It’s a major turn on for them when a partner is able to take the role of a provider and make them feel secure in a relationship. These kittens are the type to receive push presents and don’t accept anything less than they are worth. They prefer stability and assets over romantic infatuation. Capricorn Kitty / 10th housers are likely to be “trophy wives” and “wags” (wives and girlfriends of athletes). In the bedroom, they assert their dominance only as a form of punishment or a way to relieve stress. In general, they can be a brat and desire a partner that can tame them. They are very opinionated and will let you know if the sex was bad or not. Their style consists of expensive jewelry and casual business attire. If they were a cat, they’d be an Egyptian Mau.

Aquarius Kitty / In the 11th house

Aquarius Kitty / In the 11th house people catch on quickly to things and have a keen intellect. They are smart when it comes to technology and could have a solid social media following. Their pets would also be popular on social media or they could make money from them (E.G: placing them in pageants or competitions). They do well in modeling campaigns and could have been seen in commercials and catalogs. Their sense of fashion is unique and they could be referred to as a “trendsetter”. Aquarius Kitty / 11th housers are able to find sexual and romantic partners quite easily thanks to dating apps or having good luck when it comes to sliding in people’s DMs. They also enjoy cybersex, either on FaceTime or sending sexy texts to their crush. Their online presence is considered tempting and alluring. They could post pictures of themselves in risqué positions or thirst traps are often their go to on their story. I wouldn’t be surprised if they make money from having an OnlyFans as well. When it comes to relationships, they are most likely to prefer being single and value their freedom. The downside is people try to trap these kittens and try to turn them into a housewife (or spouse) when they know they are very independent and rebellious.

Pisces Kitty / In the 12th house

What gentle beings. Pisces Kitty / In The 12th house people have a healing presence and are in tuned with their senses. They could have a spiritual connection to cats and often receive signs from them. They are highly intuitive and have cat like reflexes, they can predict things before it even comes true. If they were a cat, they’d be a blue abyssian. They enjoy reading books, meditation, and anything that allows them a peace of mind. Pisces Kitty / 12th housers are likely to smoke weed or use some type of psychedelics. These are girls at Coachella that dress whimsical and colorful and just there to vibe and have a good time. These kittens believe in manifestation and are the type to leave crystals in their crush’s car/home. They believe they can seduce people with their mind and aura (which is honestly true). In the bedroom, they prefer to use as sex as an act of healing and creating a spiritual bond. They could also be in non traditional relationships and may be open to polyamorous relationships. They might have even had sex with more than one person at a time.

[tosksuki]

Me U & Hennessy

Pairing: Fiance!Connie x Reader

WARNINGS: scratching, biting, nipple play, oral (male and female receiving), fingering , dry humping for 5 seconds LOL, p in v !!!, praising, pet names( sweet girl, baby, mama,) THIS WAS NOT REREAD AND EDITED sorry😊😊😊

WordCount: OOPS I FORGOT LMFAOOO

Summary: After Connie proposed to you with a fat rock you and him moved out of ur apartment and into a huge house. You’ve finally finished settling in and decided to celebrate. Afterall in between moving and working you both been too tired to give attention to the other. Connie misses his baby too much and you do too……..

You slipped off your comfy work shoes and slid the tight rubber band keeping your locs in a bun. “Hi baby! Mommy missed you sooo much” you say as your dog immediately runs up to you making you stumble a little. You crouched and gave him a couple pets before walking to the living room. “Connieeee im so tired” you slid next to him on the couch putting your legs over his. He spread his legs to get more comfy and started rubbed your thigh with his tattooed hand. For a moment he just stared at you thinking about how lucky he was. But fuck so were you. “Hi pretty girl how was work today?”

Can we stay home tonight ?

You ranted on about the new hire messing up your schedule so you had to redo it. You had to perform an emergency surgery on a sick cat someone brought in. Blah blah blah, “yeah mhm” he looks at you halfway zoned out the conversation. He lazily started rubbing your feet and you let out a much needed sigh. “You know I was thinking…lets celebrate since we are both off tomorrow”. You said trailing off and straddling him. Like it was a reflex his hands immediately found your hips and playfully slapped your ass. He let out a groan and bit his lip, “ ‘M missed you so much mama” he says placing sucking hickies where his mouth could reach. You leaned into his touch slowly grinding down on his hardening dick. “Missed you more nie,” you say moaning into his mouth as you held a passionate kiss.

You, me and Hennessy look what you did to me

“Fuck, lemme use this pretty ass mouth” he groaned palming himself through his sweats. You helped eachother undress sliding down onto your knees infront of him. It was so big n pretty, everytime your face to face with it your still shocked. You kissed up n down all thick 8 inches of him. Givin little kitten licks before finally making your way up to the tip. “Quit being a fuckin tease.” He whined , his hips slightly pushing forward to get closer to your mouth. “Your such a baby” you whisper making eye contact as you put you the tip in your mouth circling it with your tongue as you slowly went further down.

My head keep on spinnin

You look into his blown out pupils as you slurrrrrp. He grabs a fist full of your locs just so he can see your pretty expression. “My pretty fuckin eat—oooohhh” he let out a moan. He loved watching you give him head. You were so pretty with ur lips wrapped around your dick. One of your eyes closed bc it’s stretching your thing throat out so good. One of your hands stroking whatever length you could not swallow. “Ff-me ouu shit like that my sweet girl” its so sloppy bubbly spit spilling our your mouth and down to his balls. You brought your free hand up and played with them. Switching I between suckin his dick and sucking his balls. You felt him began to twitch and his grip got tighter than before. “Can you give me ur cum” you begged as you sucked and stroked faster than before. “Y-yea you can have any-any fucking thing” he grabs the sides of your heads as you came in ur warm mouth. Thick splats of cum filling your mouth as your tongue still moves around the tip.

You kiss on my thighs and then you eat it

He grabbed your chin and kissed you sweetly. Tasting the sweet candy you had earlier and his cum too. A long string of spit strung out as your hot kiss separated. “You did so good, always makin me feel good.” You were drunk off eachother. You crawled up onto his lap just for him to pick you up and it felt like you were teleported to your bedroom. He laid your back facing the bed and he traced his tongue all the way down to your sticky folds. Your clit already throbbing. Your precious finance circled your hole with his fingers. “Please stop teasing me Nie”. You felt your face - no entire body heating up. He smiles up at you as he inserted his two fingers watching your face contort. Your hips immediately start to push yourself and ride his fingers. His tongue lapping you up so sloppily. “Bab-mm shit” you whined. “Use your words mama…..” he lifted one of ur legs to ur chest and pistoned his fingers inside of you. He scissored the inside of your cunt to stretch your walls. “Please Conrad, need more” you begged not really sure what you needed but he knew! He curved his fingers slightly upward and he tongue drew the letters of his name onto your clit.

You shifting inside, you got me screaming

“OUUU SHITTT connie” you screamed as spurts of you cream spilled out onto his fingers and face. “Mmmfh u taste so f’n good. So sweet…” connie stood up and slapped his heavy dick on your pussy. He lifted both of your legs up on his shoulders kissing one of your ankles that was decorated with an anklet and his initials C.S dangling from the chain. Hes kissing your ankle so delicately as your pussy wraps around his length very snuggly. “Feels like imma cum already, i need you”. Nie leans forward and kisses all over your face, the new angle makin him.reach impossibly deeper. “Mised my fiancées dick honey. Missed you missed us” you whimpered and moaned as he put a pillow under your hips.

No Trojan on tonight

How can he be so gentle but so rough? His length giving the longest stokes onto your g-spot. “Ngh i-Ohmy God” squelch. Pussy is so fuckin good he can’t talk. Smack smack smack was all you heard as his balls slammed onto your ass. I lovee y-oussss much” he reaches and hand over and played with your nipples. Sucking and toying with them. “Wa-waif Nie” your feet pushing into the bed as you try to squirm away. “Nuh-uh this is your dick , don’t run just take it”connie cooed into your ear. There was a ring of fluids wrapped around his sorry i mean- your cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck wanting him to get impossibly closer.

Hold up, I'm 'bout to cum, no, false alarm

Thats when he pressed down onto your lower half. “Wh-whYa are you f-fuck—ing me like this” you moaned and tears began rolling down your face. You felt like you could feel your inside be mixed and destroyed. You started to flutter around him. “M’ so close baby please” you whispered. Your arms fell from his neck to his back as your nails began to dig into your fiancés skin. He let out a strained groan as you scratched his toned and tattooed back. “I need you mama , fuck can we get married.” Hes so whipped, proposing to you again like this? You moaned as your body started to twitch against his. You started fucking him back. “Yes connie yes yes yes” you eagerly nodded “im gonna cum.” You whimpered. “Cum with me pretty, i love you so bad” he let out a strained moan dipping his head in the crool of your neck.

Then look at you like it's finna be you

Your clit rubbed against the base of his cock and you lost it. You cried out for your Fiance as your body contracted ,creaming. His cum throwing thick sputs deep into you. Hes biting and nibbling into your shoulder, “soso good so perfect y/n”. Your named rolled off his tongue so easily . Hes still pushing his cum inside of you. Slow lazy strokes. “Love you so much connie”. He flips the both of you over and covers your naked bodies with your thick covers. Hes still in you plugging you up. He’s sound asleep , looks so peaceful and handsome. He’s your big baby , finally gonna be Mrs. Springer in a month and you couldnt be more happy. Your head finds its way to his beating chest this was home, he’s your home.

I say my head keep on spinning

Me, Hennessy and you

Okayokay I hope you enjoyed! Just to remind some of you, do not and i repeat DO NOT sleep with cum inside of you like this , it can fuck up your ph balance. Also practice safe sex and after doing the do PLEASE GO PEEEE!!!! this is not optional 😪 okay bye have a great day/night/week/month/year/life!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery VIII

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You go to the cat shelter

If Ingrid was getting you a cat then she would do it properly.

She'd researched cat shelters. She'd found one that had a recent intake of kittens.

A cat was a lifelong friend and you and your cat deserved to grow up together.

She'd contacted the shelter and arranged a visit.

Ingrid knew today would be the day you got your cat so she'd prepared with a carrier and some blankets. She'd expected you to get attached to the kittens, to want to keep all of them and she'd already planned out a speech on why you could only have one, two if they were particularly closely bonded.

Somehow, the alternative was much worse.

You hadn't gotten attached to the kittens at all. You'd had a lot of fun playing with them but none had sparked a bond with you.

So, Ingrid resigned herself to you having a full grown cat as your companion. It wasn't the growing up together idea she had planned but that was okay.

Ingrid watches as you go through the rows of enclosures full of cats. She's content to let you and Mapi take the lead, equally as excited as each other and feeding off each other's energy.

You gasp and Ingrid looks up from her phone.

"I love them!"

At first, Ingrid is glad that you've found a cat that you seem to like but then she looks at Mapi and goes pale. Mapi's eyes are wide and she's furiously shaking her head at Ingrid.

Mapi can deny you nothing so Ingrid knows it's up to her to guide you away from this decision.

Though she isn't quite sure why Mapi isn't happy that you've found your forever friend.

Well...maybe because it's not one forever friend but two.

Ingrid's face mimics Mapi's perfectly as she peers into the cage.

Two cats sit inside.

One is truly a monstrosity. It's massive with long, ginger fur and a tuft that reaches all around its neck like a mane. Its face is reminiscent of a lion as well, all regal and judgemental.

The second is also a ginger tabby but the size of a regular cat. Or, it would be if it wasn't the fattest cat Ingrid has ever seen. It's practically a circle and she wonders briefly how it's even supporting its own weight as it wanders over to where you've stuck your fingers through the arms.

"I see you've found our gingers."

Ingrid nearly screams as one of the shelter workers approach.

"They were surrendered by a nice old lady who couldn't care for them anymore."

Mapi scoffs. "Yeah, looks like she really cared for them." She's pointedly looking at the chunky cat that has now rolled onto its back for belly tickles that you strain through the bars to give it.

The shelter worker winces. "Yeah, he's a little fat, isn't he?"

"Not fat!" You snap," Cuddle sized!"

The worker laughs a little bit. "He does give good cuddles. But he's on a weight loss program. Believe it or not he was much larger when he arrived."

Ingrid can't believe it because this cat is truly round and she can't imagine it being fatter than it is now.

"And of course, we've got his young friend there. They were surrendered together so they're very attached. They're bonded so we can't let one go without the other."

"Here that, cub?" Ingrid decides to break it to you now. "We can't bring one of them home without the other. Say goodbye now and we'll go and look at the kittens again."

You pout, drawing your hand away from the fat cat. "Bye-bye."

You turn to leave, Mapi already halfway across the room to see the kittens again before a loud yowling chirp freezes you in your tracks.

The big lion cat keeps warbling until you turn to face it.

"Sorry," You say," Mama says we can't take you away from each other."

As if he knows who to blame, the lion cat hisses at Ingrid before purring as he rubs his body across the bars of the cage. His fat companion remains flopped on his back in invitation (though Ingrid's ninety percent sure it's because he's so fat that he can't actually get up again).

Ingrid tries to guide you away but the lion cat keeps calling for your attention and the fat cat stays on his back for belly tickles.

She looks at Mapi for help.

"No," She says, catching Mapi's apologetic look," Mapi, no. He's fat and the other one is a monstrosity."

"Ingrid..."

"Mapi! You can't be serious!"

"We agreed on getting her a cat."

"Yes, a cat! One cat!"

"You said two at a stretch," You say quite unhelpfully. Over the course of the argument, you've somehow gotten into the cage and are sitting on the floor happily as you give the fat cat belly tickles while the monster sits in your lap.

"Oh, yeah, you did say that Ingrid."

"Mapi, whose side are you on right now?"

"Er...I'll be quiet. Cub, if you want the cats you need to convince Ingrid."

"I won't be convinced."

You stay silent for a long while even as Ingrid tries to get you moving.

Eventually, you stand and approach her. The fat cat is dangling from your hands as you present him like baby Simba. The lion cat sits at your feet, teeth bared in warning should Ingrid deny you.

"I love them!" You tell Ingrid earnestly," They're both cuddle sized and I love them a lot!"

"Cub," Ingrid says," They might be mean to Bagheera. You don't want Bagheera to feel sad, do you?"

"Actually," The damned shelter worker says," They're both perfectly good with other cats."

"Well..." Ingrid desperately tries to come up with another excuse.

"Mama," You say," Please?" Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as the fat cat mews pitifully at Ingrid.

She sighs.

"Cub, if I let you-"

"Mami! Mama's letting me keep them!" You tell Mapi triumphantly who gives you the biggest fake smile in the world.

"That's great, Cub!" She tells you before muttering under her breath to Ingrid," How could you let this happen?! The monster is going to kill me in my sleep! And the fat one is going to eat all our food!"

"How is this my fault?!" Ingrid hisses back, already reaching to take the paperwork," You're the one that left it up to me!"

"Because you're meant to be the strong one! We both know I would have caved much earlier! Why couldn't you be strong, Ingrid? Why?"

Ingrid signs her name on all of the papers and sighs. "Because she was about to cry and the monster looked like he was about to bite me."

Both of them turn to look at where you're still cuddling with the fat one. The monster is staring back at them, unblinking as it flicks its ear dismissively.

"Are we sure that's a cat?" Mapi checks," I think we should call the zoo."

"It might eat us before that..."

You seem happy though, a beaming smile on your face all the way home.

Both cats make themselves at home. The fat one finds Bagheera's usual sunspot and flops down. His whole body stretches out as he snoozes easily.

The monster immediately jumps onto the kitchen counters to survey his new kingdom and you dart around setting out the new bowls and toys before grinning at Ingrid and Mapi, who are awestruck at how brazen these new cats are.

Bagheera seems to be similarly shocked and a tad judgemental as she pokes her head out of her cat tree to stare.

"He is Garfield," You point at the fat one," Because he is round and cuddle sized." You point at the monster. "And that's León because he is my little lion."

In no way would Ingrid describe that cat as little.

Mapi, for the first time today, decides to be helpful. "You can't call him León," She says," That's our surname. He's León León."

You nod. "I know. It's a pretty name for a pretty lion."

Ingrid wouldn't describe him as pretty either.

"Garfield and León-León," You say with an air of finality," Mami, Mama, thank you for my kitties!"

[greycaelum]

Hi there!! This has been living rent-free in my mind, but how would the Gojo family react if Satoru was turned into a cat? I saw that one shot for the Chains Series and I suddenly wondered how would the KSeries deal with it. I bet when he's back to normal, Saika will ask for a cat and now Satoru will have to deal with the consequences 🤣

Personal headcanon: As a cat, he would be a Maine coon. Tall, has beautiful hair, and is BIG.

Ok... I'm drowning with the ask that has piled up... Scratching my head how I'll manage to finish this before the next grueling school year starts. Send virtual snacks and iced chocolate!

You look at the big white fluff staring at you with a resting bitch face, licking his paws and purring on the bean bag Satoru loves to doze off... well, technically it is still Satoru.

"What did you do this time, Satoru?" You rubbed your temples as you sighed at the cat Shoko gave you, telling you it was Satoru. You don't know if she's being serious or pulling your leg but the large cat looks exactly like Satoru if he was a cat. White fluffy fur and bright blue eyes, and what's more is that the cat—Satoru has the exact smirk he has as a human. A menace.

Saika was the first one to discover Satoru who didn't waste time hopping off the bean bag and started meowing, rubbing, and purring around Saika's legs. Your daughter just came home from her piano lessons and had to be picked up by the chauffeur because you don't wanna leave Satoru in this bizarre state of his.

"Oh! Hi, pretty kitty! You look just like me!" Your daughter exclaimed and dropped to her knees to hug the cat—Satoru—and called you from the kitchen.

"Mama! Did Papa get me a cat?!" She came running to you carrying the heavy cat—Satoru who meowed at you and let his daughter carry him in his cat form around.

The ladle hit the ground as you asked her to put him down gently on the floor but Satoru didn't seem to share the same idea as he meowed loudly and clung to Saika.

What a drama queen!

"Satoru! Claws off!" You weren't able to stop yourself from calling him out. Satoru in his cat form threw his head back and meowed loudly, vocally expressing himself and his disagreement with you but finally let go of Saika.

"Mama, did you name him like Papa?" Saika looked up to her mother in confusion and back to the kitty. "Papa will be jealous" She adds with a sure face. "We need to name him anothe—"

She wasn't able to finish that as the door was slammed open with a panting Kouki. Your son's eyes zeroed out on the cat—Satoru. Satoru nonchalantly runs in his son's direction and starts meowing as if telling him what you did to him.

All the while Kouki just stared at the cat and as if listening to the litany he was meowing...

"Okay, enough. You're giving me a headache with all the yapping." You shook your head and scooped the hairball fluff into your arms. "Snacks are on the table." You told the kids before going upstairs with cat—Satoru in your arms.

"Meow!"

"Don't start..."

"Meow, meow, meow!"

"..." You stared at the cat, staring back at you with an annoying subtle smirk on his lips.

"You do realize I could have you neutered and you'll never know whether you're keeping those balls or not when you come back to normal, rightttt Hun?" You smiled sweetly to the feline—Satoru, whose non-existent shoulder from his chonky fat body slackened at the word 'neuter'. His blue eyes widened as if accusing you of a heinous crime as he immediately curled up, trying to hide in your arms. Vocalizing a tiny meow to poke your conscience.

Closing the bedroom door, you put him on the bed which he immediately curled in his side, turning his back on you...

"Well... what do you want for dinner? Obviously, I can't feed you normal cat food." You pull him close then place him on your lap, petting his tummy. "I can boil some chicken for you... or some wagyu beef we have on the fridge."

He rolled over your lap, presenting his belly as he gave you a very big yawn.

"Meow meow!"

"Wagyu?" You asked in confirmation.

"Meow..." He licked his nose and patted your hand which stopped petting his belly.

"Mama! Where's Papa?" Saika asked from the other side of the door. "He promised to give me an ice cream tonight." You could hear the pout in your daughter's voice.

Kouki turns the knob slowly and enters with his sister... He's still eyeing the cat who looked at them and meowed in greeting...

"That's Papa right, Mama?" Your son looked at you and back to the cat. "I saw it, he turned into a cat..." they climbed onto the bed and Satoru jumped to rub against Kouki's shoulder and lick Saika's cheek.

Saika's eyes widened... her eyes landed back on Satoru for a long time before they slowly watered and she bursted out crying.

Satoru licks her tears, patting her arm, circling around his daughter trying to console her. He meows at you as if asking for help.

"Papa's a cat?!" She sniffles. "Am I a c-cat too, Mama?" She hiccups with fat tears rolling down her face.

"You're already a cat, Sai..." Kouki adds.

"Wha—No!" You covered your lips to stop the laughter threatening to spill. "It's just a temporary situation, okay? Papa's gonna be fine, it's a curse he got from work but he'll be totally back to his normal self... I just don't know when." You slowly explained to your bawling daughter.

"Meow!"

"It's fine, sweetie... Don't cry, Papa's fine. Okay?" You consoled the girl who hiccuped between her tears. "And Kou, stop playing with your father's fur, your allergy could act up any second, sweetheart." You reminded Kouki who was hugging his father's cat form, burying his nose on the snowy fur and rolling around the bed while Satoru just let his son do whatever with his feline body.

"i'm n-not a c-cat?" Saika sniffles.

"No, sweetie of course not." You consoled her. Wiping away the fat tears on her cheeks, hugging the little treasure's body into your arms and also pulling in Kouki into the cuddle... Satoru in his cat form rubbed against the three of you and plop on your lap.

You left the three of them on the bedroom to cook dinner. Eventually the cuddles continued as you decided to have a movie marathon with the kids and let them sleep with you for tonight. Saika fell asleep first, curled up beside Satoru who is let her hold his floofy tail while she slept. Kouki was curled on to you side, watching the movie with you.

"Papa's gonna be okay..." Kouki says out of nowhere and pets Satoru's head. "Papa's the strongest." Your son beamed at you with a proud look on his face.

"Yes, he is..." You kissed your son's head and ruffled his hair. "Papa's the strongest... troublemaker." You added.

"Meow!"

Kouki giggles. You just smiled. As far as you know, when it comes to cuddles and loving' Kouki turns to you but when it comes to affirmations Kouki always counts on to his Papa. Satoru is his idol and nothing could make him change his mind, much to his father's delight.

You fell asleep together, the movie was on but the three of you were knocked out except for a certain cat...

Purring to himself he carefully treads between the entangled limbs and curls to your chest. Subconsciously your lips found his furry forehead, pressing a light peck before he licked your jaw and curled deeper into you, making some biscuits as he purred and purred. He feels so safe and loved in your presence.

The next day...

"Papa can you turn to a cat?"

"Wha—of course not Sai, yesterday was just a very very special situation."

"Yeah, it was special because I didn't get allergies around your cat fur Papa." Kouki adds.

You woke up to your husband and kids talking... But you decided to keep your eyes shut and just listened.

"Can't everyday be a very very special day so you can turn to a cat, Papa?" You could vividly see Saika's puppy eyes even with your eyes closed.

"No, Cat. How can Papa do this?!"

The loud squeals of both the kids enveloped the room. Satoru tickles them to wheezing until one eventually taps out.

"Papa can't do this if I was a cat, no?"

"I like Papa when he's a cat, coz I don't get allergies when I play with you!" Kouki exclaims.

"if I was a cat then I can't do this too!"

Suddenly your feet were pulled back effectively ending your eavesdropping as you shriek in surprise. Landing on top of your husband's lap with his shit eating grin on his face.

"Miss me Honey? Almost lost my family's crown jewels to your threat yesterday, gonna pay for that, Mrs. Gojo."

"W-Wait!" You didn't have time to escape as your three menaces drown you with tickles and kisses the first thing in the morning.

Well... You wouldn't have it in any other way.

Bonus:

You push several sheets of paper in front of Satoru...

"What's this, Baby?" He was munching on some tuna sandwiches while you and Kouki just came from the hospital. Behind you, Kouki and Saika are looking at him with awfully twinkling eyes.

"This mochi's immunotherapy to his car allergies seemed to have worked." You chuckled.

"Well... That's a good thing! Right?" Satoru looks up confused.

"We can finally get a cat!" Saika cheers.

"I want a Maine Coon, Papa!" Kouki interjects.

"No! I want a Norwegian Forester, Kiku-nii!"

"Papa!" They both chorus and tug at his legs.

Satoru looked up to you for help. You shrugged and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.

"I'm not cleaning litter boxes, just so you three know."

—GreyCaelum

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aran fucking yn's shit up after he saw her purposely flirting with other guys😜

aran so mf fine yall like ughhhh😩😩

you had told this man over and over again that you did not want to be at this damn party. aran has been practicing nonstop and when he’s not practicing he’s playing in his matches so you wanted to take this night to spend time with your man, but of course he wasn’t having that. “ma we just beat our rivals, we gotta go” he said as he brushed his waves in the mirror. his muscular tattooed back facing you as he stood in just his sweatpants. you were in the bed, his t shirt covering most of your body as you sat on your knees staring at him. “pa i want us t’stay here tonightttt. let’s watch movies and have sex” you whined, making aran chuckle in the mirror before turning around and approaching you. his happy trail in your face as he held your head up by your chin. “we can watch movies and have sex another night mama. tonight we going to celebrate the win.”

now you were here, perched on your boyfriends lap as he talked about the highlights of the game with his teammates. “they was getting mad when me and aran kept scoring off of our serves” atsumu said, aran, osamu, and suna chuckling as they thought back to the game. “yea i saw them arguing in the middle of the court. looked like they was damn near ready to fight” aran said, his big hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he spoke. you doubt that he knew it, but he was making you incredible horny. his freshly faded hair along with his tight black shirt and grey sweats. his black cat jordan’s tapping on the floor as he spoke. his muscular brown arms with tattoos dancing along the skin and his big strong hands playing with the fat of your thighs. he was driving you nuts. you slowly leaned your head down to his ear, your tone sweat and low as you caressed the nape of his neck. “daddy i wanna fuck” you whispered.

all aran gave as a reply was a quick “later ma” before continuing on with his conversation. anger rushed through your veins as you quickly got up and walked away. “what’s wrong wit her?” atsumu mumbled as he watched you storm off deeper into the party. aran just rolled his eyes. “don’t worry bout it bro. she just in one of her moods” as aran continued on being a dickhead, you made your way to the kitchen for a couple drinks. “if ima be here all night i might as well” you mumbled as you poured yourself a hefty cup of what looked like pink whitney. you were halfway done with your cup when you realized you left your phone with aran. “fuck” you said as you began your journey over to him. however, you were stopped in your tracks as you witnessed a group of girls in his and his friend’s faces. atsumu was already making his way upstairs with two as well as osamu with another two while the other four were of course in your man’s face.

“we love watching you play, you’re so talented aran really!” one girl said, her group of friends nodding along to what she was saying, giggling as aran gave her a kind smile from his seat on the couch. “preciate it. glad y’all liked the show” you didn’t even care about the phone anymore. all you thought about was revenge as you went right to the dining room. some if his teammates were there playing pong so you knew it was the perfect place to get aran’s attention. “can i play?” you asked, your sweet voice catching the attention of almost every man in the room. “f’course y’can pretty. you on my team” a guy said. he was cute, tall, lightskin with curly hair. typical fuckboy, but you didn’t care. ‘must be on the football team’ you thought as you noticed the school logo they all got tattooed on his upper arm. you smiled as you approached him, telling him your name before the two of you approached the table.

of course aran’s teammates snitched on you. they were loyal to your boyfriend. plus, you needed them to tell anyways so you can carry out with your revenge. after you, and who you came to know as malik, won another game you raised your hands in the air, purposely bouncing your breasts in “excitement” before giving him a big hug. his muscular body making it hard for you to even wrap your arms around him fully. as the two of you released each other, you felt malik lightly tap your shoulder. “you wanna go upstairs” he whispered. your pretty face making him weak for you as he practically begged you to go with him with his eyes. you were going to shoot him down gently, but your words were cut off by the sound of a deep voice behind you. “nah she good, we boutta leave anyways” aran said, leaving no room for complaint as he took your arm and walked you out of the party.

“got me fucked up” he mumbled as he opened the passenger door for you to get in the car. you slowly sat down, waiting for him to get to his side before you opened your mouth to speak. without looking at you aran spoke instead. “don’t say nun. just take what i give you at the house” his words brought a smirk to your face as aran started his car and began driving the both of you home. the ride was silent and so was the walk into your bedroom. the only sounds coming from either of you were small clanks and clothes shuffling as you changed into one of his t shirts. “take that off” aran mumbled, eyes trained on you as he pointed at the black fabric covering your body. “why? i always wear your shirts to bed” you whined, earning you a stern look as aran made his way towards you. “you not going to bed”

before you could reply, the shirt was snatched off of you. aran pushed you down on the bed before slowly getting on his knees. “if you cum before i say, ima spank you” he mumbled before immediately getting to work. your back arched off the bed at the sudden action. the wetness of his tongue bringing a cool feeling to your clit as he payed close attention to your entrance. he fucked with with his wet mussel, aran’s long tongue giving you the most pleasure you’ve had in days as you kept your legs wide open for him. you moved your hands towards his hair, but they were pulled back down and held on your stomach by one of his hands. aran quickly got back to eating, this time focusing on your clit while breaching your entrance with two thick fingers.

he sucked on your clit delicately before flicking his tongue all around it. “fuck a-aran it feels so good” he replied with a “mhm”, the vibrations of his deep voice making your pussy flutter around his fingers. he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, so to punish you he worked harder. aran’s fingers moved deeper into you as he tongue kissed your clit. his wet tongue swirling all over the bud as he continued humming into your pussy. “shit….wait daddy m’finna….oh my god arannn” your orgasm hit you hard. your legs shaking rapidly as your release shot out of you and all over aran’s face. he stood up, dick fighting against the cotton of his sweats as aran walked towards his dresser.

too in a daze to understand what was going on, you mindlessly let him turn you on your stomach when he came back. ass high in the air as you instantly arched your back as deep as you could. “so needy” he mumbled before taking both of your hands and putting them behind your back. aran attached the fur handcuffs to your wrists before rubbing his big hands all over your ass. occasionally spreading you to get a good look at your awaiting pussy. “you like t’get me mad baby?” you figured now would be the best time to answer truthfully, the yearning for another orgasm clouding your brain as you quickly replied with the truth. “mhm….wanted you t’fuck me” a smile graced aran’s features as he listened to you snitch on yourself. you were such a slut for his dick you had no problem telling him all your sins in hopes that he’ll fuck you.

“so you flirting wit other niggas just so daddy could fuck this pretty pussy?” you replied with a quick “mhm” earning you a hard slap to your ass. aran would usually start of lighter and build up to harder slaps, but tonight he had no patience for it. a loud whine rang through the room as you wiggled your ass at the contact. the flesh already heating up from the force of his hand. he spanked you two more times, each so hard that you knew you’d have a big handprint there in the morning. “that’s not nice mama. if i say no, you supposed to be a good girl and respect that. not go out and be a brat so you could get what you want” you felt no remorse from his words and he could tell by the way your pussy began to leak as he spoke. you were just ready to get fucked. “m’sorry daddy” you said in a sultry tone, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you repeatedly clenched your pussy. aran smirked at the action, giving you another three hard slaps to each of your cheeks.

the volume of your whines increased as you grew restless from the lack of attention to your aching core. “daddy please fuck me. m’so wet please please please” there’s was nothing in this world aran wanted more than to fuck you silly right now. his dick was so hard his precum leaked through his boxers and sweatpants, a small wet patch pointed towards your pussy as if his dick were chasing you. “you gon be good f’me-” “yess! yes i’ll be so good f’you papa” you yelled into your pillow as you wiggled your ass in anticipation. aran slowly freed his dick from his sweats, his tip almost red from how neglected he’s left himself. his precum had the whole top half of him wet at he lined it up with your awaiting pussy. aran knew he shouldn’t be fucking you right now. he should be stroking himself to his release while keeping you face down in the pillow with nothing so you could learn to stop playing with him, but he was so weak for you sometimes it made him sick.

he sunk into you fully, giving you no time to adjust as he began hungrily pounding you into the mattress. he was just as pent up and horny as you right now and all he couldn’t think of was his release. “fuck fuck fuckk…ma you so damn wet” he groaned, his dick twitching repeatedly as he felt your wet walls clench around him. “daddy i love you so much….wont do it again shittt” aran knew you were lying through your teeth, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. fucking you with so much vigor your headboard began to slam into the wall. “s’my pussy right mama? say it f’me” the cuffs around your wrists clanked together repeatedly as you tried your best not to reach for him. he was just fucking you so good you needed something to grab. aran noticed this and once again, spoiled you by holding both of your hands in his. he began hitting you deeper, his dick hitting your g spot as you screamed out your response. “yesss fuckkk. this your pussy daddy please m’gonna cummm”

the constant stimulation to your g spot made your legs shake as your orgasm began to rush out of you. clear liquid flying everywhere, wetting aran’s six pack and some of his chest while the rest of it soaked the bed under you. the sight made him weak in the knees as he felt his dick twitch for the final time inside of you before he came as well. “shit ma” he moaned as he spilled his seed deep into you, heavy hand giving you light slaps on the ass while aran moaned about how much he loved you. before you knew it the both of you hit the bed, passed out in pure bliss.

aran was first to wake up, slowly removing the cuffs from your wrist and throwing them somewhere in the room before pulling your body onto his chest. you stirred awake, lifting your head a little to give him a kiss before laying back down his chest. “m’sorry for flirting with another guy. i really won’t do it again” you whispered but aran heard you. giving you a kiss on the forehead while rubbing his hand up and down your back. “s’okay ma, we can talk about it inna mornin” and gave him a quiet “kay” before kissing his chest and letting sleep take the both of you again.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Child Support

Shroud: Meow! (Jumps up onto Blake’s bed and sits on Blake’s stomach) MeooooooooOoOow!

Blake: Ugh! Alright! Alright! I'm up! Just get your fluffy butt off of me. I swear. You've put on some weight recently, and it's making those ice picks you call legs dig deeper than normal.

Shroud: (hops off the bed and licks her paw nonchalantly before following Blake to the kitchen)

Blake: (puts a kettle of water on the stove and starts getting Shroud's breakfast ready. She glances at the sleek, black feline waiting patiently, amber eyes falling on the slight barrel in her belly) I don't know if you even need this. (cracks open can of wet catfood) You're getting chubby.

Shroud: (meows indignantly and visually huffs)

*Ding-Dong*

Blake: (Raises an eyebrow, glances at the apartment door, and back at Shroud) Did you invite someone over?

Shroud: (eyes glued to the bowl of food) Prrrrrrrrr.

Blake: (rolls eyes and places the cat's food bowl on the specialty feeding mat before answering the door) Hello?

Yang: (standing in the hallway confidently in a pair of orange cargo pants and white tank top, an absolute unit of a fluffy ginger tabby tucked under her arm) Hey! I'm Yang! Your new neighbor from down the hall. And this is Ember.

Ember: (purring contently as he's being carried around like a bag of feed)

Blake: Oh. Um. Hello. (Mentally: Oh, fuck! My new neighbor is hot!) My name is Blake.

Yang: Blake! Nice ta meetcha. Soooo... This is going to sound strange, but does a little black cat live here? Maybe female type?

Blake: (blinks and glances back into the apartment at Shroud eating peacefully) Y-Yes.... Why?

Yang: (shuffles and laughs awkwardly) Well, you see. A couple of weeks ago, I was out in the back courtyard with Ember here and got distracted. When I saw him next, he was...well...he was mounted up on a black cat. I tried to break them up, but she got away and scaled the fire escapes to a balcony on this side of the complex.

Blake: .....Mounted up?

Yang: They were fucking.

Blake: (jaw drops as she stares at the Goliath tabby and back at her substantially smaller black cat) Shroud! You little whore. I thought you were fixed! Is that why you're getting fat?

Shroud: (licks her chops before trotting over to the door) Meow.

Yang: Yeah, I thought Ember was neutered, too. He never sprayed or scratched at furniture or was ever aggressive!

Blake: (groans and covers her eyes) I'm more wondering how that miniature tiger of yours didn't smother her. No offense.

Yang: None taken. He's a big boy. (Whips Ember around so he's cradled in her arms but is still spilling over)

Blake: (sighs) Well, thank you for letting me know I have to deal with kittens in the coming months. I thought she was just getting fat.

Yang: Oh! There's more! (Slings Ember over her shoulder like a feather boa, reaches towards the wall, and pulls out a 50-pound bag of kitten food) Child support!

Blake: Oh, my. (Takes the bag with some difficulty) Um. Thank you. I appreciate it.

Yang: No problem! It's the least I can do considering my boy (pats Ember's side with solid thuds) got your little lady pregnant. (Reaches down and scritches Shroud under the chin)

Blake: (shocked)

Yang: So, I was thinking maybe we could check in with each other every once in a while? For the kittens! I'm willing to help.

Blake: (trying not to stare at Yang’s muscles) Right! For the kittens! That would be nice! Thank you.

Yang: Don't mention it! But I'll get out of your hair. My apartment is just down the hall, third door on the left, if you or Little Mama need anything. See ya around, Blake!

Blake: I'll see you around (closes the door and stares at Shroud in disbelief) You had to get knocked up by a damn near domesticated tiger whose owner is also a blonde bombshell?

Shroud: Meow (purrs and rubs up against Blake’s legs)

Blake: (sighs and picks up Shroud before moving to the couch) Let's get you a vet appointment.

Yang: (quickly sprints back to her apartment, locks the door, and holds Ember up to eye level) You just had to knock up the pretty little black cat who just so happens to have a hot owner, didn't you?

Ember: Mow

Yang: I am not a disaster!

[bonefall]

Do you have a design for Bright Storm? I'm fond of the wise older figure thing you're doing with her

I do NOW

Made her, as well as a revamp of my old Thunder Storm design (I last drew him like a year ago!!) in preparation for some character summaries I plan to bang out after finishing a couple drafts, but Bright in particular gets requested so much (anon you're like the 4th person) that HERE, lady girl and her son be upon ye

I'm thinking about doing the BB!DOTC character summaries in "family" posts, so they're all grouped together the way I plan them to act in the story. Every family is telling a little mini-story of its own, in a way, from the Frost family and their inventing prowess, to the Heart family and how the kits react to Bumble's exile, to the Storm family and how they grapple with Clear Sky's influence.

I wanted to make sure Bright Storm was very large and powerful looking, but in a round, kind of "humble" way. She downplays her strength, her intelligence, and even her better judgement.

So she has these big cheeks, fluffy primordial pouch, poofy tail, keeps her head low-ish. Tends to deny compliments.

I was commiserating with my partner the other day about how intelligent characters aren't allowed to be thick-bodied. So between my fat, beloved Bumble the translator and Bright Storm the wise woman battle strategist I'm feeding us both

I needed to "finalize" their stripe pattern, because I actually plan for TIGERSTAR to have the same one. I'm probably going to update my Tawnypelt and Bramblestar designs to have it too; if they don't look better with Goldenflower's.

I just like the irony and bitterness of it. That these ancient stripes, once so associated with compassion and righteous fury, turn into a "legacy" so divorced from what Thunder Storm and Bright Storm stood for.

Becoming a symbol for the idea of modern ThunderClan and the culture of the new times, not the principles it was founded on.

Also I HAD to do the design thing where Thunder Storm's stripes look like top surgery scars lmao, my beloved transmasc boy

Anyway, I've decided that Thunder Storm was a REALLY dark orange. It bugs me a little, especially in-canon, that he looks nothing like either parent. So in BB he's not too far off color-wise from his mama.

I also removed the old "mane" and replaced it with combination white chest + his father's shoulder burls. The mane is going to become a Forest Cat trait, which is why it's going to get so prominent in ThunderClan.

Instead, Mountain Cats have a REALLY high concentration of ear tufts in their genes. They're also huge and generally hairy.

Funny enough though they're also "oily." They come from the Lake Cat population which was pretty water-resistant because of constantly dealing with the lake, and they haven't lived in the Mountains long enough for natural selection to get rid of it.

It's going to become SUPER advantageous for those who move to the River Kingdom, but become less prominent in the other populations.

But for now, Mountain Cats are kinda... well, naturally 'stinky.' That's not a BAD thing to cats who are animals who LIKE strong smells, but it is a notable trait that I'd like The Wind Runner in particular to comment on.

Thunder Storm: "Well? What did she say?"

Bumble: "Ummmmmm......"

Thunder Storm: "be honest"

Bumble: "she says she smelled you coming when you were upwind. rudely."

99% of the time when I'm changing character eye colors, it's to make them NOT blue because there's too many blue-eyed characters in WC imo. BUT.

I think it was another tiny waste to have the narrative constantly stressing Clear Sky's blue, blue eyes, almost like they're hypnotizing, and then they never really comment on what Thunder's eye color signals to other people.

So I've got an idea; instead of amber, Thunder Storm has ELECTRIC BLUE eyes. Almost green, like his mother's minty ones.

Intense as his father's, but more focused. Sharp. Shocking.

Side note: in my research I actually learned it's easier for tripod cats to RUN than it is for them to walk. They can "canter" like a horse, but when they go slow they have to hop. Taking this into consideration.

I put a splash of white on the little bit of lower limb that Thunder Storm has on the leg, so it sticks out a bit more. I don't want it to be hidden I want it to be prominent

I also figured out a hilarious trick for Bright Storm to pull on Sky's Clan at some point lmao

Thunder's crew is in conflict with Sky's cats and the attacks are getting more and more frequent. They decide they need some extra time to carry out some kind of hunt or diplomatic mission, but Bright Storm only has a small group of cats to pull off a stunt with.

She knows she can't fight them head on, but she NEEDS to buy her son more time, so she hatches a plan.

Clear Sky values his intelligence and his ferocity very much. To a fault, even. He loves to outsmart his opponents and overpower them-- so Bright Storm gets all her cats to build a very large, very tall, nearly impenetrable wall out of briar thorns. There's only one way in; the well-guarded tunnel they've constructed in the front.

It would be a challenge for a lesser cat. But Clear Sky, clever devil he is, realizes they've made a fatal flaw; they've built their camp right next to the trees. His fighters don't need to jump over the wall or push through it, the oaks are their allies!

So, while Thunder's cats are all surely sleeping, he gathers his best men and come through the canopy. In well-trained patrols, they swoop down into the camp and prepare for battle.

and no one is there.

You see, there was only one way in... and only one way out.

And Clear Sky and his best fighters watch with HORROR as the tiny crew of guards seals that entrance up like the neck of a bag. There are no trees to climb INSIDE the wall, and it's too tall to hop out of. It won't hold them forever, but it will hold them JUST LONG ENOUGH.

Bright calls this little plan "Operation Timeout."

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

The human was taking pictures of me when Carter came up to check things out & get a little grooming. He’s my big baby boy!

[froody]

It looks like Tortellini (other small tortie kitten my dad found for me) has found a home with my dad and grandma. My grandma has needed a friend for a long time and pets have a scientifically positive effect on slowing the neurological and physical decline of the elderly. If it doesn’t work out, I told my dad I’d be willing to take Tortellini so Daphne has a friend.

We’re a tortoiseshell family. My dad’s cat soul mate was a big fat tortie named Baby Kitty who my parents got shortly after their marriage, she’s in a lot of my baby photos and a lot of photos of my dad from around the time. She was a sweet, bizarre cat who loved water and floated around on rafts when my parents lived by the lake early in their marriage. After her there was Tempy (short for Temperance) and Big Mama, both torties adopted from the same shelter. There was also Rosemary, a dilute tortie we had for a while who was so mean that she ended up being rehomed to a horse barn so she could torture small animals in peace with very little human interaction. But we’d been tortieless for several years since Big Mama succumbed to jaw cancer. Now we’re both back in business.

[ronnie-quinn]

Not Tired

Plot: Crymini doesn’t want to have her nap.

Co-written/credit to @yourneurodivergentlady

Edited by me

Note: Husk’s room is also Crymini’s nursery. There’s a bedside crib next to Husk’s bed. There’s also a changing pad on top of his dresser, a rocking chair next to said dresser, and some toys inside of a toy box.

It was after lunch. Crymini was patting the table in the dining room after eating her favorite little food: grilled cheese and fruit.

“Alright, Mini!” Angel sang as he finished helping Husk clean up the dirty dishes in the kitchen. “It’s time for a little nap.”

Crymini pouted, crossing her arms as Angel unbuckled her from her booster seat and scooped her up.

“I’m not tired,” she whined as she was settled on Angel’s hip.

Angel sighed and rubbed Crymini’s back and gave her a gentle bounce. She hated nap time with a passion whenever she regressed. “I understand you don’t want to have rest time, but it’s important for our bodies to have a break.”

When Angel made it to Husk’s room, Crymini spotted some of her toys and sleepily whined as she pointed at them, wanting to play.

“Shh-shhh… it’s not time to play right now, baby. It’s time for night-night,” Angel soothed. He carried her to the changing table and laid her down so he could change her diaper and get her dressed. She scowled at her mama.

Angel offered her a smile. “Oh, so grumpy. You’re okay. Papa is gonna bring a bottle up for you. How’s that sound?”

Crymini grumbled as Angel tapped her nose and began to change her.

“Would you like to pick out a fresh diaper?” Angel asked her. He held up a light pink one with white skulls along with a black one with the same pattern.

The hyena sighed and pointed to the black one.

“Good choice, baby!”

Crymini still frowned as Angel changed her and dressed her in a pair of black pajamas with Jack Skellington on the shirt. She didn’t want to take a dumb nap. She wanted to play! Mama and Papa didn’t have to take a nap. Neither did Fat Nuggets or anyone in the hotel. It just wasn’t fair!

Once he was finished getting her changed, Angel scooped her back up and settled her on his hip. He then picked up one of her pacifiers and offered it to her.

“You want your paci, sweetie?”

Crymini huffed as she hid her face in Angel’s shoulder, turning away from the soother.

“Someone’s a grumpy girl,” Angel cooed as he kissed the side of her head. He clipped her pacifier to her pajama shirt and began to walk with her.

Angel laid Crymini down in her bedside crib and tucked her in. He sat down beside her on the bed and began to stroke her hair. “What story would you like to read for naptime?”

The hyena shrugged. Husk came into the room while gently knocking on the door. Angel turned when he heard the cat come in and shut the door.

“I’ve got her bottle here,” Husk said as he walked over to the bedside crib. He then handed Crymini her bottle. She turned away from the cat, grumbling something incredibly sassy.

“She’s a little fussy about having to take a nap,” Angel informed the other.

Husk nodded. “I see. Naptime isn’t so bad, pumpkin.”

“How come you don’t have to?” Crymini asked.

“Well, grown-ups don’t need as much sleep as little ones do.”

“I’m not little. I’m big,” the hyena argued. “I’m the biggest girl in Hell!”

Angel reached out to pat her head. “Even big girls need to rest sometimes.”

Crymini rolled her eyes and yanked the blanket over her.

“Hey,” Husk gently admonished. “We know you’re upset, but there’s no need for an attitude.”

“No attitude…” Crymini muttered under her breath.

“Do you want your bottle and cuddles?” Husk asked. “I bet Mama will read you two stories if you want.”

Crymini peeked from her hiding spot.

"Okay..." the hyena sighed.

Angel grabbed two books as Husk handed the little hyena her bottle. He then turned off the overhead light before flicking on the bedside lamp, settling down in the rocking chair.

The spider began to read to the baby.

----

Two books later, Angel had finished reading, and Crymini was still awake. She didn’t even touch her bottle. Husk turned off the bedside lamp and turned on Crymini's nightlight.

“I’m not tired,” she still complained as Angel and Husk kissed her forehead.

“We know you’re not. Just rest quietly if you can’t sleep,” Husk said.

“You guys are mean and not fair…”

“Sweet dreams, princess,” Angel said as he and Husk left the room, gently closing the door behind them.

Crymini stared up at the ceiling as she tried her hardest to sleep. She tossed and turned as she closed her eyes. However, she just couldn’t sleep.

----

Angel and Husk were hanging out in the lobby while Crymini napped. The baby monitor sat on the coffee table, and they could see that their little girl was struggling to sleep.

“Should we do something?” Angel asked Husk.

“I don’t know,” Husk shrugged. “Maybe we should wait a few more minutes.”

And that's what they did. Ten minutes later, it was obvious Crymini wasn’t going to fall asleep.

“I’ll go check on her,” Husk volunteered.

“Thanks, Whiskers…” Angel said as he leaned back on the couch.

Husk went upstairs to his bedroom and opened the door to find Crymini sitting up in her crib, wide awake.

“Baby,” he cooed. “It really is naptime.”

“I can’t sleep…” Crymini pouted.

“Do you wanna cuddle for a bit? Would that help?”

Crymini nodded as she reached her arms out. Husk scooped her up and grabbed her bottle before sitting down in the rocking chair.

“I’m not tired…” the hyena grumbled.

Husk ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “I know you’re not, sweet girl. We can just cuddle, yeah?”

“Fine…”

While Husk rocked Crymini, she rubbed her eyes. She fought back any yawns she had, determined not to take her nap.

“I can tell you’re sleepy, kiddo…” the cat chuckled. “Why do you keep refusing your nap?”

“Wanna play,” Crymini stated.

Husk kissed the baby's forehead and tried to offer her stuffed cat, Ramona (it was sitting on top of the toy box). “I know, honey, but you won’t have any energy to play later if you don’t rest.”

Crymini grumbled as she cuddled her stuffie.

“Would you like a song?”

The hyena thought about it for a moment, then nodded her head as Husk started feeding her her bottle. He started gently patting her padded bottom while singing "Hush, Little Baby" softly.

Crymini’s eyelids started drooping. She snuggled closer to her caregiver for warmth as she yawned and closed her eyes. She finally fell asleep when seventy-five percent of the milk inside of the bottle was gone.

Husk replaced the bottle with the pacifier clipped to Crymini’s shirt. He then stood up and tucked her back into her crib, hoping she would stay asleep. After kissing her forehead, he crept out of the room and shut the door.

Much to Husk and Angel’s fortune, Crymini stayed asleep.

“I guess Mini did need that nap after all,” Angel hummed. “Poor baby.”

“Yeah. She’ll thank us when she has enough energy to play later this afternoon,” Husk said.

“If she wakes up again, I can tend to her.”

“Thank you.”

[ohimsummer]

Picture suguru having triplets <333

100x more the protectiveness, care, and love 🥰🥰

WAHHH HIM AND HIS LITTLE TRIPLETS ARE SO CUTEEEE AHHHHH he is such a cute dad holding his fat little babies in his big arms and smooching their bald little heads 😽

they cling to his legs wherever he goes, they're like little cats under his feet all the time (yes he has almost tripped over them HJVFHK) they are always right behind you or him like some little ducklings following their mama ehehe

also i have been wanting to talk about him dressing his little one/s up for halloween wahh....i think he matches with them in some way so if they're dressed as prince/sses, suguru dresses as the horse or the knight that saves them. or he dresses them up as bees and he's the flower (or vice versa)(satoru can laugh at how silly suguru looks all he wants 🤨) he watches over you + the kids so diligently while they trick or treat, always hugging them when satoru someone scares them and the three babies come running to mom or dad for protection <<33

[dirtytransmasc]

love the mama neytiri fluff but what about papa jake with spider💕

jake is the 'boys will be boys' and the 'I did that when I was his age, he'll be fine' type dad. spider will vault off of a log and land on his face and jake will just say "just don't react and he'll be fine"

he wears spider in a sling around his chest while he does work in the lab with norm. sleepy babies are his literal cryptonite; when he looks down at spider's sleepy little face or feels his hands gripping his cummerbund in his sleep, someone has to keep the man standing cause his head over heels for the kid.

he secretly teaches spider swear words, and then swears to neytiri he doesn't.

he cried when he carved spider his first knife, like big fat tears (he's the most dramatic dad in the world, even neytiri is done with him and she consider's herself pretty emotional).

when he took spider to make his first bow, he had to fight back tears while he held his baby boy in his lap, guiding his hands. the pride in his chest as his boy successfully made his bow and pulled back his first shot.

fishing dad. the first chance he got he took his boy bow-fishing.

he takes spider to all of the chief meetings he goes to. he normally keeps him on his shoulders or latched to his arm/leg, but sometimes he gets a little antsy so he puts him on the ground and lets him play with his tail, or if he gets tired he'll have to stand and rock him to sleep all while talking battle plans, peace treaties, etc. it is so hard for people to take him seriously, but the kid has a smile that could win just about anyone over, so, guess it works in his favor.

sorta angsty but, when spider, once he's a little older, asks jake if he's really his dad (in the context that he can understand what miles being his bio dad means) jake makes it a part of their routine to reassure spider that he is his dad, has always and will always be his dad, and nothing, no blood or ancestry will ever change that. it almost hurts when spider asks that, but then he watches the kid cling to him for days after he asks that, like he has to reassure to himself that jake is really his dad, he just feels bad for the kid.

like neytiri, he goes out of his way to make sure that spider can stay out with the family longer. he takes him back after curfew so norm can't get mad at him, he'll watch him as he sleeps, keep him up later. whatever it takes to keep him a little longer.

bob treats the kid like a cat treats a baby, he's interested, paws and nuzzles at the thing, but like, he can't figure out what he is. jake thinks its fucking hilarious.

jake has grey hairs from all the things lo'ak and spider get into together; its like dumb and number on steroids, and one of them can climb like 30 feet in 5 seconds.

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 31. "Animal". I can't believe I did this. I can't believe I completed it. I loved every second of this. Have some soft dad Buggy with a fussy child.)

"Meow!"

Buggy rubbed his face sleepily as he opened his eyes, frowning at the weight on his chest as he tried to understand what he was looking at. Cat ears, a fluffy mane, and a big smile was on the face of his son as he perched on his dad.

"Daddy, wake up!" Sunny insisted with a giggle.

"Why are you dressed as Richie?" Buggy asked groggily. He knew why. Sunny had made fun costumes for the kids and Prism and Sunny refused to remove theirs. It had been a week. Sunny was a lion and Prism was an elephant. If his son was in here then it meant his daughter was nearby.

"Awoo!"

Buggy forced himself to sit up, looking over the side of the bed as his daughter puffed her cheeks out and pretended to make elephant noises. He lifted her onto the bed with a sleepy sigh. It was his birthday, he was supposed to be sleeping in. Why wasn't it happening?

"Can't daddy have five more minutes?" He whined pitifully as he flopped back onto his bed as Sunny and Prism pawed and pushed him. How did he end up with five kids? Oh, right, he loved his wife and found himself loving being a dad. It was such a weird thought, something he truly didn't think would happen.

"Uh uh!" Sunny giggled as he bounced off of Buggy and onto the bed beside him. "I'm Richie! Roar!"

"Imma elephant!" Prism said before a frown crossed her face. "I want a name."

"Then pick a name, candy corn." Buggy replied sleepily as laid on his back with an arm draped over his eyes. "Any name."

"No, Daddy, I'm an elephant and I can't talk!" She told him with a shake to his arm. "You gotta pick my name!"

"I can pick your name!" Sunny told his twin. She shook her head, giant elephant ears flopping around.

"No, we can't talk 'cause we're animals!" She shot back. "Daddy hasta name me!"

Oh sweet Lord... "Does Daddy have to?" Buggy whined. "It's Daddy's birthday and he was up late. He just wants t'sleep, my precious babies."

"Bu-But daddy-"

Nope, nope, he should have just given her a name and been done with it because he could hear it in her voice that she was about to start crying and he was too tired for that. With a heavy sigh he sat up to face his youngest ones. Sunny was all smiles, just like his mother, while Prism had big fat tears in her eyes as she sniffled, snot already threatening to drip from her big red nose. His wife joked that she birthed their clones because Prism had the same way of reacting to things as Buggy: over the top, loud, and full of all kinds of emotions.

"Oh, gum drop." He rubbed his face, racking his brain for some kind of silly name for her. "Uh... Elephant name... Ellie? Elsa? Uh..."

Prism sniffled and shook her head. "No."

"I thought animals couldn't talk." Buggy said as Sunny made himself comfortable beside Buggy, leaning into his daddy as he tugged at the mane. Prism glared at Buggy and he let out another tired sigh. "I'unno, Mama's better with names."

"Sparkles the Elephant!" Sunny suggested.

"No, we can't talk, daddy hasta do it!" Prism shrieked. Buggy winced at the high pitched noise and put his arm around his son.

"For animals who can't talk, you two sure talk a lot." He mumbled. "Elephant names... Elephant names... Stompy? Tootie?"

She shook her head, sniffling and fussing as she grew more agitated. Of all the kids, Prism was definitely most reactive to things. She got overstimulated quickly, often couldn't process what she needed, but thankfully her parents knew what to do.

Buggy pulled his daughter into his lap and laid her head against his chest. Ever since she was a fussy baby she would be soothed by this, hearing his heartbeat seemed to relax her and still seemed to work. She tugged on the elephant ears with a sob as she curled against him as her brother crawled into Buggy's lap next to her, grabbing onto her sleeve gently.

"It's okay, baby, we'll think of an elephant name for you." Buggy never thought he'd have to say words like that, but since the birth of his first kid he found himself saying the most unlikely sentences. "It might just take daddy a few minutes, okay, because daddy is still waking up."

"Su-Sunny already has a name!" She cried as her brother tried to comfort her. "I want a name!"

"I know." Buggy wanted his wife to show up and make everything better.

"A-And he's named after mama!"

"...okay." He rubbed his face wearily and looked down at his teary-eyed daughter. "Baby, do you want your elephant name to be Buggy?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding, sniffling loudly as she wiped her nose with her sleeve. Buggy nodded and tapped her on the nose.

"You are now Buggy the Elephant, okay? You and Richie the Lion should go find Mama and tell her daddy wants breakfast, 'kay?" He hoped they would. He was hungry and didn't want to get out of bed yet.

"Daddy, I'm an elephant and I don't know how to do that." Prism sniffled. "Can I stay in your lap?"

"Fiiiine." Maybe his son would do the task but Sunny was taking the mane off and getting comfortable in Buggy's lap. "So... No one is gonna go get Mama and tell her daddy's hungry?"

Both shook their heads. Guess Buggy was going to starve.

[themonotonysyndrome]

I’m such a huge fan of your fan fiction! Congratulations on it so far! 🫶🏽

Is it possible if you can write a quick Rhett x water ascendant listener one shot the last one was so good and idk it’s just hits different

Anyways THANKS FOR READING 💗🫶🏽

Awww, thank you for your compliment, uh... Dishes? DKJFNDJKF You're very kind.

Hmm... sure! One Rhett x Queen Ascendant coming up!

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Water and serenity always go hand-in-hand for the new Queen of Intacia. It's harmony on Earth, especially after long hours locked behind doors with the Parliament. With warm sunlight softly kissing her bare shoulders and her fingertips lightly brushing the water's surface, Isolde sighed as the stress and tension of the day melted like snow.

"I should ask Celly if a Regent can take a day off from work," She mused, basking like a spoiled cat near the Palace's fountain. "If not, I'm sure Rhett can be convinced to do a public holiday of sorts after a few rounds in bed." Pleased with the idea, Isolde mentally planned a day where she and her bestie could shop for some new lingerie.

Some rustling bushes suddenly catch her attention. A rather fat squirrel with a cookie in its mouth immediately darted out, followed by a little boy. Bits of twigs and leaves are sticking out from his ruffled hair, and his rosy cheeks are dirtied. Actually, his little clothes, too.

Isolde watches in bafflement as the little boy cries out, "Nooooo! Gimme 'ack my cookie!"

Alas, the squirrel paid no heed to the desperate words of the boy and scurried off onto a tall tree with its prize, vanishing between the branches and holes.

"Well. You don't see that every day. I supposed the kitchens would need to be warned and keep an eye out for the furry thief." Isolde decided and went over to comfort the now crying boy. The hems of her dress became muddy (not that she paid it any mind. Clothes can always be washed, after all) when she crouched down and searched for any sign of injuries on the boy. "Hey, hey - it's alright, ok? You're alright. Has Mr. Squirrel been bullying you all day?" Isolde asks softly. If so, the Palace might need to do some emergency pest control. Wouldn't want the local animals to become the next force to attempt to overthrow the palace.

"Mama... mama gave me a cookie 'cause I'm a good boy," The little one hiccuped a sob. "I w-waited and waited all day for Mama in the big kitchen."

Ah, this child must be the son of one of the Palace's chefs. This won't do. This won't do at all. Isolde will not allow this little boy to be sad any longer.

With the utmost seriousness befitting of a queen, she announced, "A reward must be given to good boys. More so after he had been unjustly denied. This I ordained as so."

The little boy's face scrunched up, confused at such big words, but nevertheless, allowed Isolde to hold his hand and bring him towards the water fountain. The innocence of a child could not grasp the concept that he's being doted upon and entertained by royalty.

After gently hoisting him up so the little boy can sit beside her, Isolde knows just the thing that can cheer him up. "While we will venture to the kitchen and conquer it as it's within our dues, first, we must be presentable!" She waves her arm over the water. Her fingers begin moving like a master pianist.

The little boy's eyes widen in awe, in excitement as water dances around him. Isolde hums and twirls a finger, making the floating water take the shapes of sea animals like whales, otters and dolphins. For the new few minutes, a cheerful giggle enveloped the garden as Isolde cleaned the dirt off of the boy's face, hands and head with magic.

If you told an Intacian and Imperial from centuries ago that a Water Ascendant is performing parlour tricks to an Intacian boy, neither of them would've believed you.

And when Rhett stumbled upon the two, it's that notion that he works hard on becoming a reality.