#bossy calico

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Yes, it is good to be the queen!

[butchreg]

a playdate with mari ! ( 1.6k words )

requested by 🐦‍⬛ anon ! i've been really wanting to write something with the jvs especially mari so i was really excited to see this request >:J , not proofread any mistakes are on me.. yellowjackets masterlist here , upcoming list here

summary : you and your friend mari have a playdate while regressed !

tags / warnings : sfw agere , little ! gn reader , reader has a fem mama cg , little ! mari , cg ! akilah , romantic makilah ( outside of regression ) , kiddo ! reader && mari , modern au , playdates , fluff , bossy ! mari a tad , tiny almost fight

The doorbell rings, and you run to get your mama to open the door. You’re not allowed to open the door without her, a rule that typically doesn’t bother you but your friend is here! You know it’s her because you’d watched out the window as the familiar beat up SUV pulled around the corner in front of your house. “Mamaaa,” you holler, barging into her room where she’s folding fresh sheets, humming absentmindedly to herself. “Mari’s here!” you shout excitedly before she can ask what’s the matter. She checks her watch. “Crap, I’m sorry baby I lost track of time. Let’s go let her in, hm?” You nod excitedly, allowing her to guide you to the door, her hand on your back. You pull the door open a wide smile on your face. 

Mari shrieks with excitement upon seeing you, wrapping you up in a clumsy hug. “Ah ah, Mar. What’ve we talked about? Inside voice, hmm?” Akilah, her caretaker, and girlfriend outside of regression speaks to her in a gentle and patient voice. Mari pouts, shrugging, making Akilah chuckle. Your mama has you say hi to Akilah and thank her for bringing Mari before she allows you to tug Mari away into the living room, while the two caregivers stay chatting by the front door. 

Mari has a little bag with her which you curiously point to, asking her what she’s brought today. Upon this, she plops down onto the floor, dumping its contents out to show you her things. She flushes red when her well worn pacifier tumbles to the floor. “My mama can wash it off,” you begin to offer but surprisingly she shakes her head. “It’s fine… ‘M too big for it anyway,” she says, but you notice the way her eyes linger on the discarded item before she shoves it back into the bag. 

You two quickly move on, distracted by the other colorful items she’s brought over.  She’s brought her switch, and you “ooooh” at her pastel pink and yellow joy-cons. She smiles proudly, allowing you to push one of its buttons. “Can we play?” you ask excitedly. 

“Wait, I gotta show you the rest of my stuff first,” she says a little bossily. She has a half filled Mad Libs book, a beat up tree frog Webkinz, a couple solo Calico Critters, a box of crayons, and a fidget cube. A few stray blocks, bandaids, and puzzle pieces are scattered among them as well. “Cool,” you say, shrugging and turning back to her switch. “D’you think we could play now?” 

Mari looks a little upset, expecting you to be much more wowed by her treasures. “Fiiine,” she whines, putting her frog on her lap and messily scooping the rest of her things back into her bag. “We’re playing Mario Kart,” she says matter of factly, getting the game set up. You don’t protest, a big fan of Mario Kart yourself. You never get to play it! Excitedly you reach for one of the joy-cons, the yellow one. 

“No!” she yells, snatching it from you. “I wanna be yellow!” Her yell is enough for your mama to come scrambling into the room. 

“I heard shouts. What’s the matter?” 

“She took it from me!” You tell her, pointing accusingly at Mari. Your caregiver tuts, bending down to get closer to your level. A sheepish look spreads across Mari’s face, as she’s questioned. 

“Is this true?” Mari can’t meet your mama’s eyes but she nods slowly. 

“‘S mine!” she protests. “Yellow’s my favorite…” 

“I can see that,” your caregiver chuckles, taking in Mari’s beloved yellow hoodie and yellow duck socks. “But if you two want to play together, you’ll have to share. Both of you.” She looks between you two.

“I wanna share, I just don’ wanna share my yellow one…” she mumbles. “You can be this one,” she hands you the pink joy-con with a smile. You take the peace offering, already over any hard feelings you may have had a minute ago.

“Can we play now, mama?” you ask, looking up at her. 

“Can you two play nice now?” she asks. You and Mari look at each other, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Sorry,” Mari tells you. You shrug it off, getting down to lay on your stomach in front of the small screen. She follows your lead and the two of you turn your attention back to the game. 

“I want Baby Daisy!” you call.

“Okay,” she agrees. “I’m always Toad.” You giggle at that information. She elbows you playfully in response. You pick your karts before starting the race. 

Mari whines when you beat her. “I want a new kart, mine SUCKS.” You stick your tongue out at her. 

“You’re just mad I won.” 

“Nuh uh, shut up.” You shove her a bit. 

“C’mon admit it!” 

“NUH UH! It’s the kart!” She insists. “Lemme switch, I’ll cream you.” 

You blow a raspberry at her, but gracefully let her switch. To your chagrin, she does in fact cream you in the next few rounds. “Ha! Told ya!” She gleefully brags, playing the highlight reel over and over again. 

“Stop it,” you whine. “I never played that course before!” 

This time she sticks her tongue out at you. You playfully shove her a bit and she shoves back, but the two of you are giggling. You’re so engrossed in the game and each other that you don’t even notice your mama poking her head into the room. 

“Yoohoo!” She calls, chuckling at the sweet sight of the two of you. You look up, a joyful smile on your face. 

“Hi, mama!” you greet her. Mari stops laughing, sitting up, brushing hair out of her eyes and waving. 

“Hi there, kiddo. I wanted to see what the pair of you wanted for lunch. We’ve got mac n cheese, grilled cheese stuff, PB & J…” She ticks off the options on her fingers as she lists them. 

“Mac n cheese!” you holler at the same time Mari shouts for grilled cheese. You two look at each other stubbornly, neither one intending to budge. Mari folds first.

“Is it boxed kind?” Mari asks, cocking her head. 

“Yes, love. Is that alright with you?” Mari thinks for a minute. 

“Mmm, I like Kraft…” she informs the two of you, clearly still pondering. Your mama claps once. 

“Perfect, then. That’s what we’ve got.” You cheer and Mari looks satisfied enough. 

“You wanna do Mad Libs?” Mari asks, turning her attention back to you. You agree, and she delightedly pulls the book out as you turn off the switch. “You wanna go first?” she offers, holding out her jumbo box of crayons towards you. You smile, nodding. You pick out a green crayon, and she jokes that it’s “booger color” making both of you giggle a bit. 

“Umm, noun.” She spots her frog who’s been discarded a few feet away, picking him up. “Frog!” she offers. The two of you continue with the book of Mad Libs, once again getting swept up in the activity, unable to contain your laughter every time you read the silly stories. You fill them out at lightning speed, surprised when what feels like no more than five minutes later your mama calls you for lunch. 

She hands Mari her bowl first, telling you it’s because she’s the guest. Mari looks delighted at this, smiling as she thanks your caregiver. “I know I can be kinda a handful,” she says between bites. “But thanks for letting me come anyway.” Your mama chuckles. 

“You’re quite welcome, Mari. You’re welcome any time.”She reaches over to ruffle her hair, causing you to giggle and Mari to blush.  

After you eat, mama offers to put on a show for you two. Mari nods enthusiastically, and you clap excitedly. She puts on your favorite, Bluey, and your eyes are soon glued to the screen. After an episode or two of Mari animatedly talking about the show, you notice she’s gone quiet. She’s fallen asleep, making soft suckling noises despite having nothing in her mouth due to her earlier claims of being “too big” for her pacifier. 

You get up as quietly as possible so as not to disturb her, padding back into the living room where her bag remains on the floor. You carefully open it, hand closing around the soothing item. You find your mama right where you left her, washing dishes in the kitchen. 

“Mama.” You tap on her shoulder. 

“Hmm? Done with your show already, bun?” You shake your head, opening your hand. 

“Um, Mari dropped it earlier. Could you wash it please?” 

“Sure thing, bud. But why’re you asking instead of her?” 

You lift onto your tiptoes to whisper into her ear. “She said she’s too big for it but she fell ‘sleep and I think she’d like it she just don’t wanna admit it.” 

Mama nods understandingly. ”That’s very sweet of you, bunny.” She kisses your forehead before carefully rinsing the object off. 

Once it’s nice and clean she hands it back to you and you tiptoe back into the den where the show is still playing and Mari is still conked out. You cautiously reach out your hand to slip the pacifier into her mouth. Her lips welcome the object and she hums contentedly, suckling it. 

Laying back against the couch’s pillows your eyes turn back to the tv. It’s not long before your eyelids begin to droop, stomach full and Mari dreaming peacefully mere feet from you. You listen to the silly cartoon voices, watching through bleary eyes, quickly dozing off alongside your best friend.

[cursedonyx]

Sebastian Makes a New Friend

✧˖° Part 1 °˖✧

During Sebastian’s fourth year, a few months after Anne is cursed, our favourite Slytherin finds himself with a fluffy, bossy new companion 😽

Warnings – None

Word Count – 2.1k

Nothing.

Yet again, there was nothing.

Hours of research, days of fumbling through dusty old books by candlelight, constantly on edge in case Scribner or Peeves crept up on him, and about a month‘s worth of sleep in arrears, and there was nothing.

Not a whisper, not a word of anything that could possibly help him cure his twin.

Sebastian teetered on the brink of sleep, his grip slipping on the heavy tome he’d pilfered the night before. He swayed, seated on one of the low sofas before the fire in the common room, the words on the page blurring and shifting. Was that because the book had a spell on it? Was it this one that was enchanted so he had to read it back to front? No, that was another one. He squinted, trying to focus, fighting against a jaw-cracking yawn.

He glanced at the clock on the mantel above the fire. Three in the morning. Thank Merlin it was the weekend, he could grab a few hours’ sleep, listen to Ominis telling him off for staying up too late again, then he could do some homework before he got right back to it without having to worry about class. He could afford to read a little more.

Maybe he’d skip the homework. What did essays matter when Anne was suffering? So what if he got detention? That didn’t matter in the grand scheme…

Sebastian jerked with a little snort, a loud thump on the carpet startling him awake as the book slipped his grasp. He glanced at the clock again. Half three. He swore softly and rubbed the back of his aching neck. Another half an hour, and… then… he’d…

This time, Sebastian was startled awake by a loud, demanding meow. He jumped, the book falling from his hands once again as he stared wildly around for the source of the sound. He rubbed the knuckles of one hand into his eye, rumpling his hair, and spotted a little calico cat sitting primly on the rug before the fire, her back straight, her bright blue eyes fixed on him.

Sebastian blinked. He knew most of the pets the other Slytherins kept, hell, he knew most of the cats that prowled around Hogwarts. He used to love finding the friendliest ones to dump on Anne’s head when she was trying to study…

“Shoo,” he said now, flapping a hand and settling back on the sofa, fighting a wave of weariness, setting his feet on the edge of the cushion and propping the book open against his thighs. He focused on a particularly interesting passage about curses, and what kind of intent had to be behind them to make them permanent…

Meeyooow.

Sebastian flinched and peered over the top of the book, frowning as he saw the cat had come closer to him. It was on the edge of the rug now, only a few feet away, still sitting primly, the tip of her tail flicking.

“I’m busy,” Sebastian muttered. “Got to get this done.” He settled back.

AAAAOOOWWWW.

The yowl was almost painfully loud, and Sebastian slammed the book shut, jumping to his feet.

“Will you fuck off?” he snapped at the cat, who seemed completely unperturbed that a big hairless ape had rocketed to his feet barely a foot from her. She blinked slowly, her eyes fixed on his. She did not, in fact, fuck off, much to Sebastian’s irritation.

Sebastian sighed and stuffed the book into his bag, muttering under his breath. There was no way he’d finish reading this now, not if that irritating little moggy was going to keep yelling at him. Grumbling, he slouched off in the direction of his dorm, then pulled up short, glaring over his shoulder. The cat was following him, her tail in the air.

“What?” Sebastian asked. “You lost or something?”

The cat didn’t answer, though Sebastian hadn’t expected her to. She simply stood there, her tail waving lazily. He took a cautious step backward, and the cat took one forward.

“You want me to let you out?” he said, fighting another yawn and striding past, heading instead for the stairs spiralling around the fountain, leading up to the rest of the castle. “Come on then, you can run around the whole school and piss someone else off.”

He looked back. The cat hadn’t moved. She had resumed sitting, the tip of her tail flicking, her eyes narrowed.

“You can’t be serious,” Sebastian grumbled. “Am I being told to go to bed by a fucking cat?”

He slouched back towards the dorms, ambling along the tunnel-like corridor until he came to the fourth-year’s dorm, the cat trotting merrily along behind him. She began to purr as he set his shoulder to the wood, almost falling through as he stifled another yawn. His dorm mates were sound asleep, the curtains drawn about their beds, and Sebastian sighed, eyeing his own.

There was movement about his ankles, and he glanced down in time to see the cat trying to push in after him.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said, introducing the sole of his shoe to the cat’s head, nudging her back into the corridor and closing the door firmly. He tugged at his tie, loosening it enough to pull it over his head, fumbling the buttons of his shirt, staggering a little as he kicked off his shoes, leaving them lying in the middle of the floor.

He flopped onto his mattress, and was asleep before he’d even had the chance to take his trousers off.

He woke to a startled yelp and a thump. Groggily, Sebastian raised his head, looking over to where Ominis was sitting on the floor, rubbing his elbow.

“Whassat?”

His best friend glared in his direction.

“I presume this is your doing?” he lifted one of Sebastian’s shoes. “For Merlin’s sake, how many times must I ask you not to leave things lying around where I can trip on them?”

Sebastian made an incoherent sound that might have passed for speech, if one was listening very hard and had a talent for interpreting sleep-deprived mumblings. Ominis threw his shoe at him, striking him squarely on the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Be thankful that was all I threw,” he said primly, getting to his feet.

“How’s your aim so good?” Sebastian rolled onto his back, pressing his hands to his eyes. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Time for you to stop staying up until a foul hour of the morning,” Ominis remarked. “Even I fell asleep before you came back!” he shook his head. “Are you coming for breakfast?”

Sebastian mumbled again and waved a sluggish hand. Ominis waited.

“Nah,” he said, after remembering his best friend needed verbal cues. “Tired.”

“Suit yourself.”

Ominis headed for the door and flung it wide. He jumped as the calico cat from the night before shot past his legs and took a flying leap, landing squarely on Sebastian’s chest.

“Argh! Gerroff!” he shoved at it, but the cat simply gave him a level look and sank her claws into his chest, purring contentedly as she settled down.

“I’m not even going to ask,” Ominis said. “I’ll bring you some toast.” He paused on his way out. “Jam or butter?”

“Jam,” Sebastian said, pushing at the cat again, wincing as she dug her claws in deeper and clung on, refusing to be moved. “Please.”

Ominis left, shaking his head and muttering.

Sebastian sighed and rumpled his hair, glaring at the cat.

“Will you move? I want to get some more sleep.”

The cat purred, closing her eyes, and Sebastian let his head fall back to the pillows.

“You’re a dickhead.”

She kneaded his chest a little, and Sebastian chuckled, stretching out a finger and rubbing between her ears. “Don’t you belong to someone? Won’t they be worried about you?”

The cat gave an almighty yawn and settled down, her purring sending pleasant vibrations through his chest. Sebastian sighed, decided not to fight it, and fell asleep again.

He woke to the cat licking the spot between his eyebrows, still purring like a thunderstorm. He grimaced and batted at her, pushing her off him. With a little chirrup, she leapt neatly to his bedside table and pawed at his comb.

“Oh, don’t,” he groaned. “You bloody things are always pushing shit on the floor, I don't want Ominis to yell at me again.”

She chirruped again, looking at him meaningfully. He rolled onto his side, frowning lightly.

“What, you want me to get up now? Think I’ve had enough sleep?”

She closed her eyes, purring.

Sebastian chuckled, pushing his quilt off and setting his feet on the cool stone floor.

“I never thought I’d end up being bossed around by a cat,” he said, plucking the comb from the side and tugging it through his hair. “You a stray or something?”

The cat tilted her head, watching his hands as he tried vainly to restore some kind of order to his fluffy mop.

The dorm door opened, and Ominis appeared, levitating a small plate and cup full of tea.

“You’re awake?” he said, sounding surprised. “I was rather expecting you to sleep until midday.”

“Nah, I’m up,” he replied, taking the plate and tea, finding not just toast and jam, but a couple of rashers of bacon, a pair of sausages and a generous helping of scrambled egg. “Thanks, Ominis. What would I do without you?”

“Starve?” Ominis replied, then tilted his head as the calico cat let out a soft meow. “Who does that belong to?”

“No idea,” Sebastian replied, tucking into his breakfast. The cat prrrted and hopped onto his mattress, nosing at the food. “What, you hungry? You must be.” He offered the cat a sausage, and she took it happily, darting down to the floor where she chomped at it. Ominis followed the scene with his wand, looking utterly baffled.

“Sebastian,” he said, slowly. “I rather get the feeling you’ve been adopted.”

He was right. All day long, no matter where he went, the little calico cat followed Sebastian like a shadow, trotting along at his heels and occasionally clambering up his body to sit on his shoulder if the corridors he walked were too busy. Ominis was as confused as he was.

“Tell me again,” he said. “You were reading in the common room, then this cat just appeared?”

“Out of nowhere,” Sebastian said, watching as she curled on a windowsill in a patch of sunlight in the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower. “Kept meowing at me until I went to bed, then woke me up just before you got back.”

“Hm,” Ominis ran a hand over his face. “How very curious.”

“She keeps biting me if I try and research,” Sebastian said, glowering a little. “But she doesn’t seem to care if I’m doing my homework.”

Ominis began to laugh, and Sebastian glared. “What?”

“It rather seems you’ve gone and found yourself a guardian angel,” Ominis said, reaching out and ruffling the cat’s fur. “She must know it’s upsetting you, not finding anything to help Anne.”

“Then she should let me look!” Sebastian said, exasperated. “Merlin’s arse, not letting me is worse!”

“Is it?” Ominis mused. “I rather think you could do with a break from it.”

Sebastian glared. “I don’t,” he snapped. “How can I just… just leave it when Anne’s hurting? I have to find something!”

“Isn’t Solomon taking her to St Mungo’s again this weekend?” Ominis said, completely unruffled by Sebastian’s hot temper. “Perhaps they’ll find something.” He patted his shoulder. “Give yourself a break, Sallow. You can’t help Anne if you’re working yourself into an early grave.”

The cat purred louder and rolled onto her back, letting Ominis tickle her tummy. He grinned.

“See? She agrees with me. Have you thought about giving her a name?”

“No,” Sebastian pouted, an inexplicable flicker of jealousy rising up in him as the cat grabbed for Ominis’ hand as he made to withdraw, insisting he keep petting her. “She’s not mine.”

“Well, perhaps you can find out who she belongs to? If you do, they can have her back, and if she’s a stray, you can give her a name.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Sebastian said, reaching out to pet her himself. She purred all the louder, pushing her head into his palm, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Little pain in the arse. Could do without you in my hair all the time.”

“Are you talking to me or the cat?” Ominis teased.

Masterlist

[the-bah-commune]

hihihi!!!

so this one is a doozy but!! we’re (aka I, ana, resident catgirl) trying to flesh out some of our new headmates but am REALLY struggling,,, could you maybe do a level 5 pack for these two folks?? more below-

Person A

Name: Imogen (Lanesse or Avril also work)

Pronouns: she/it/star/lun

Gender: Lumicattic Lunaecoric

Age: ??? 12-16 ?? all we know is ageslider

Sexuality: ??? sapphic of some sort

Species: devil cat human hybrid

Role: embracer, enabler, persecutor (semi)

Aesthetic/Theme: starry purple galaxies, thunder through the windows during a storm, emo/alt

she has some mild tics, can be a bit bratty and bossy but has good intentions, ruthlessly defends one of the system’s persecutors (Annalisa, a catgirl angel hybrid, who is obsessed with anything cute or pink and online discourse)

Person B

Name: Lestari

Nicknames: Leshi, Less, open to more

Gender: Cassgender

Pronouns: they/it/rot

Species: cryptid / human

Age: 29

Sexuality: ?? Aromantic?

Roles: unsure, some sort of suppressor who spirits people away into dormancy

Aesthetic/Theme: woods at night, foggy forest, murderous stalker in the woods, cryptid

it’s a bit of a freak and really interested in gory things like horror movies, mortuary services, taxidermy, etc. sort of a loner? a spiritual opposite of the most popular alter in our system (Aspen, they/them, light woods theme) and we think they’re close bc Aspen keeps disappearing lately… but they always come back so we just don’t Know

I know it’s a big ask qmq…. I just!! Want them to be more alive than what they are cus they feel so Stagnant rn

— @thebetterbee

no paras or trans/cisIDs for either of them, as requested in follow-up

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

alt + purple theme & cryptidcore loner ... [LVL 5 PACK x2]

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name(s) ;; imogen, lanesse, avril, [if you want some more ...] helen, victoria, nyx, mallory

pronoun(s) ;; she/her, it/its, star/stars, lun/lunar, [if you want some more ...] ⭐/⭐self, blink/blinks

age ;; 12 - 16 (ageslider)

species ;; devil/cat/human hybrid

gender(s) ;; lumicattic, lunaecoric, [if you want some more ...] maegender, aestheticwikigender

orientation(s) ;; asexual, lesbian, polyamorous

role(s) ;; embracer, enabler, bee persecutor [my own take on what you meant by "semi"]

source ;; brainmade

sign-off(s) ;; 🟪🐱, 🐱⭐

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appearance ;; light skin covered in freckles. long wavy hair, with colours similar to a calico maine coon (ginger, brown, white, and black streaks). brown eyes, gingery cat ears, septum ring. dresses in an alternative style inspired by emo and e-girl fashion. sharp claw-like nails. see below for picrew.

personality ;; she's bossy, and can be a bit of a brat, but has good intentions. known to be a little sarcastic, with a dry sense of humour. star is extremely loyal, and while it takes star time to warm up to people, they will be very devoted to those that they are close with. they have an energy similar to the role big sisters play in media targeted towards young girls (bossy, caring, tough).

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likes ;; cats, stargazing, standing up for her friends, making collages & moodboards, wiki surfing, pop punk, sour candy

dislikes ;; having tics (insecurity), strong smells (eg perfumes), exercising, being told what to do, rain

possible front triggers ;; listening to pop punk music, getting caught in the rain (neg.), defending annalisa

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cisid(s) ;; n/a

transid(s) ;; n/a

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; n/a

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "girlfriend" - avril lavigne / "misery business" - paramore / "all i wanted" - paramore / "p.u.n.k girl" - heavenly / "sweet cis teen" - dazey and the scouts

kinlist ;; maine coon therian / gerry keay (the magnus archives) / clawdeen wolf (monster high) / jackie fierro (welcome to night vale), ghostkin

extra ;; typing quirk ( all sentences end with 2 periods, regardless of tone.. ), some form of tics

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name(s) ;; lestari, leshi, less, [if you want some more ...] star, virginia, casey, reed

pronouns ;; they/them, it/its, rot/rots [if you want some more ...] xe/xem, moth/moths, dark/darks

age ;; 29

species ;; shapeshifter (mothperson / human)

gender(s) ;; cassgender

orientation(s) ;; pansexual, aromantic, conceptum

role(s) ;; dvalen, pseudogatekeeper, imprisoner

source ;; brainmade

sign-off(s) ;; 🌲🔍

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appearance ;; pale skinned. black shaggy hair. glowing red eyes. when in moth form, antennae grow from head, dark moth wings grow from back, black speckles appear on cheeks. covered in injuries from running around in the forest. dresses kind of ratty, with a signature pair of beat up red converse. masc-neutral presenting. see below for picrew.

personality ;; they're relatively introverted, but not entirely asocial. their interests are niche and a little spooky, which can drive people away from them. it's soft-spoken, and somewhat of a gentle giant (or at least that's how they look to outsiders). they have a complex inner self, with several trains of thought running at once.

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likes ;; horror movies, mortuary sciences, taxidermy, true crime, ghost hunting shows, hiking, cannabis (if applicable to body/sys)

dislikes ;; bright lights, humidity, children, vegan/vegetarian food

possible front triggers ;; consuming true crime media

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cisid(s) ;; n/a

transid(s) ;; n/a

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; voyeurism, exhibitionism

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moodboard ;; found here

playlist ;; "who is she ?" - i monster / "vampire empire" - big thief / "abbey" - mitski / "no surprises" - radiohead / "my girlfriend is a witch" - october country

kinlist ;; daggerkin (objectkin), raven therian, beelzebub (good omens)

extra ;; n/a

disclaimer: headmates/alters may not turn up exactly as specified, and that's okay ♡

[labelleizzy]

I hope, towards the end, that there will be someone who will be as gentle with me, as loving as me as patient as me, as I am trying to be as my one and only kitty starts to approach the end of her life.

I hope there will be somebody with whom I can demand love and attention and food. With whom I can snuggle. Who will comfort me.

I do this because she deserves that. And because it's good for me also? And I'm just trying my best to manage the fact that my heart will break when she dies cuz I love her so much. I have raised her from a kitten.

She's taught me to be gentle. She's taught me to be patient. She's taught me how to hold my boundaries because she does. She's taught me how to forgive accidents and mistakes. She's taught me how to be spunky.

She's this little 9 lb calico. And she's helped me realize that you have to ask, very clearly, for what you want, in order to get it.

She's not my only teacher, but she is incredibly persistent in trying to drive the point home.

She is 19 years old. 19 and 1/2 now. I would have said I was grown up when I met her, but I wasn't whole.

Her name is Tribble, and when I got her I could hold her in one hand, she didn't overflow it. She's sleeping on my lap a lot the last couple of months, and she's also not grooming her fur anymore.

It's only a matter of time. Though I have been in denial for a really long time, and have been thinking maybe she'll live forever? Maybe we will be able to cheat. Not going to say that whole phrase because it feels like a jinx.

But everyone that's born, lives, and then dies. And I may be crying all down my face just thinking about it cuz she's got my heart string wrapped around her little paw and her bossy little meow and headbonks

I'm just having a personally rough day today, about it.

Here's a couple pictures I took earlier today and this week. This is my best girl.

[jollyclan]

Redkit - 2 Moons - Kitten Bossy | Quick witted A calico she-cat

The youngest cat in the clan, she was spoiled by the captain as such, she thinks she's entitled to more then she really is. She doesn't mind the whole clan thing for now. She even has her whole life planned out now! First she'll be mentored to Whitedusk, then she'll get her warrior name, which will be Redfire, and then, She and Silverkit, who will be Silverspots, will fall and love and have 3 kits called Emberkit Chirpkit and Breezekit. She just can't wait! Hmm? What do you mean, that's not how life works? Pfft, what would you know!

[rmu-victor]

show me your cats... now

I have been trying to get photos of them ALL DAY and EVERY time I point my camera at them they start moving too much :[

BUT!! Descriptions for now!!!

Mittens is the first, a big fluffy white cat. I wake up to her paw on my face a lot. Penelope is white with greyish black spots on the left side of her head and tends to bite anyone that isn't me ! Boss is a grey cat who, by the name, is VEERRRYY bossy and constantly meows at me for attention. Love him Gucci is a calico and LOVES playing with anything she can! Including My Work That I Need To Turn In TONIGH T

I got them all sunglasses, too. They love it

[childeproof]

doing the self insert questions for amelia! warning for mentions of drugs, s/a, & relapsing (all vague).

1 — give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

amelia e. woods (cis woman, she/her), a famous child star that faded into obscurity as she grew older. she turned to drugs & partying during her late teenage years / early twenties just to stay somewhat relevant. at the age of 22 she opted to sober up and move to new mexico with her parents. by the time the breaking bad series starts, she’s around 25 i imagine!

2 — post a meme that describes your s/i.

3 — where does your s/i live? do they aspire to move or are they content with where they are?

she lives in albuquerque, new mexico with her roommate jesse (and previously with another roommate named daisy, who she called daisy-dill). she’s pretty content with where she is! she does want to move into a bigger house but that’s only if she ever has kids.

4 — what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

songs that are distinctly amelia core are hollywood baby & dumbest girl alive by 100 gecs. she would absolutely hate both of these songs because of the genre but they are HER. hollywood baby relates to her backstory & dumbest girl alive also fits the vibe considering the hollywood movie-esque opening before a loud “angry” guitar comes in. i think dumbest girl alive would be more her when she’s doing her partying / when she first moves to new mexico. angry, sarcastic, bitter, etc.

5 — what is your s/i’s profession?

she used to be an actress but now she is a news reporter! she enjoys news reporting by a lot, especially when it’s a heart felt subject. she likes most of her coworkers too!

6 — what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

both me & amelia are early risers, we both are very interested in schedules, we’re of the same race (african american).. um, we both can be bossy, sarcastic, clever, etc. she takes the type a personality all the way though. she is scared to relax because she’s worried she’ll let go of herself. we both can be argumentative but we don’t always mean it offensively, we just like debating ideas. we both were “good” kids. “gifted” kids.

7 — if your s/i was an animal, what would they be?

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT! i believe she would be a deer (a mecore animal in general) or calico cat..

8 — how did you get the idea for your s/i's backstory?

i dunno.. she told me herself idk.. /hj some of it is more personal (i haven’t touched on the s/a she’s been through but that mirrors my own experience) but other parts are just things i thought would be interesting.

9 — give us an example s/i outfit (or describe it).

her style is a mash up between “goody two shoes” (whatever annie edison has going on in her closet) and 70s sort of casual femme clothing. she and her old roommate daisy got along well fashion wise.

10 — what are some of your s/i's major skills?

she’s good at debate (a club she was president of in high school), she’s a decent singer and has sung on television before, i would so just her tv presence, it helps a lot with her job. i dunno,, tv news reporter skills, that’s what she has. and she’s good at picking locks (don’t ask).

11 — what is your s/i afraid of?

relapsing… and bugs. she hates insects. except worms, she likes worms. they’re chill.

12 — if you had to compare your s/i to an already existing fictional character, who would it be?

ok so her kin list? you’re asking for her (unofficial) kin list? annie edison , kyoko kirigiri , courtney (tdi) , twilight sparkle , edelgard (fe3h) & elsa off the top of my head.

13 — has your s/i's story changed since you created them or has it stayed relatively the same?

not particularly, minor details change but the general plot is the same (as of now, lol).

[miqojak]

D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others?

A-Z OC Asks

Jak must be in absolute control - so much of her early life was essentially stolen from her by Garlemald, so much pain... so much of her life was beyond a young girl's control, that the woman she is now must be in control in every way. She's a tiny calico woman, but even how she speaks, how she holds herself, how she dresses, how she lounges... all of it is calculated. She's a bit soft-spoken/throaty by nature, but you better believe she's pitching her voice just right so that you really, really have to lean in and listen to hear her; when she sits on one of the couches at her establishment? She lounges in such a manner that her tiny little body takes up as much space as possible (also... just a cat behavior xD My RL tiny calico is also a master of this.).

Does she spend a lot of time telling others what to do? Ha! Not just for her job, but in every aspect of her life! She's a bossy little thing, and it's her opinion that she knows best (most of the time) - though she's not above admitting when she's been proven wrong. Why keep insisting you're right when you're not? Who wants to look stupid? Plus, life is about self-improvement. If you're wrong? Correct yourself so that you're not wrong again. As for obedience? Good luck. The only person she takes orders from is her Oyabun... and the player left the game, so these days my whole Yakuza FC is just Jak and NPCs, so... not much of anyone gets obedience from her, except now and then her lover, Ketsuchi. But... part of what made them keep coming back to each other is that neither backs down - they're both hard-headed people who like control! Part of her growth was letting him in, and doing as he asked now and then, because he did know better than her in many things.

[into-the-clangen]

ALLEGIENCES, YEAR ONE

LEADER: Bluestar (Altruistic, 71 moons): A short haired silver she-cat with a shoulder scar.      Apprentice: Firepaw

DEPUTY: Redtail (Strict, 54 moons): A long-furred calico tom with a distinctive red tail.      Apprentice: Dustpaw

MEDICINE CAT: Spottedleaf (Faithful, 32 moons): A long-furred tortoiseshell she-cat.

WARRIORS:

Halftail (Playful, 112 moons): A brown tabby tom that no longer has a tail. 

Speckletail (Bold, 109 moons): A golden and white torbie she-cat.

Whitestorm (Wise, 60 moons): A solid white tom.      Apprentice: Sandpaw

Tigerclaw (Bloodthirsty, 57 moons): A brown broad shouldered tabby tom with a scarred muzzle.      Apprentice: Ravenpaw

Willowpelt (Patient, 57 moons): A pale gray tabby she-cat.

Goldenflower (Charismatic, 55 moons): A golden tabby she-cat.

Lionheart (Loyal, 55 moons): A large golden classic tabby tom.      Apprentice: Graypaw

Frostfur (Cold, 52 moons): A solid white she-cat.

Brindleface (Compassionate, 43 moons): A pretty gray speckled she-cat.

Darkstripe (Vengeful, 39 moons): A black classic tabby tom.

Mousefur (Fierce, 30 moons): A small brown she-cat.

Runningwind (Impulsive, 27 moons): A light brown tabby tom.

Longtail (Confident, 18 moons): A pale ticked tabby tom.

QUEENS & KITS:

Swiftkit (Bossy, 0 moons): A black and white tom.      Parents: Unknown

APPRENTICES:

Sandpaw (Ambitious, 8 moons): A pale ginger she-cat.

Dustpaw (Responsible, 7 moons): A brown smoke tom.

Ravenpaw (Insecure, 7 moons): A black tom with a white tipped tail.

Graypaw (Childish, 6 moons): A dark gray tom with a distinctive dorsal stripe.

Firepaw (Righteous, 6 moons): A handsome ginger tabby tom.

ELDERS:

One-eye (Strange, 126 moons): A solid white she-cat. Virtually blind and deaf.

Smallear (Strict, 124 moons): A solid gray tom.

Dappletail (Patient, 121 moons): A small black and white tom.

Patchpelt (Wise, 120 moons): A black and white tom.

[punkpinkpower]

Today we said goodbye to the last of the old guard.

When my husband and I got married, we both already had commitments to two animals each, which meant we started out with an unruly brood of 4 beautiful babies. They brought us so much joy, and so much laughter, and also so much frustration. I learned so many lessons from these babies. It's hard to believe they are all across the Rainbow Bridge now.

While we have continued adding to our fur family, I'd like to talk about the OGs of our life together a bit.

Pudding Pop was unlike any Chihuahua I had ever met. She had a big enough personality to fill an entire room on her own. She loved people, and getting attention. She would shake her entire body with joy and love when husband came home from work, finally laying down to have her tummy rubbed with a smile on her face. She wasn't very barky, but God was she braver than dogs 5 times her size. She once barked at a great dane across the street as if she could take him, and you know, maybe she could have. She taught me so much about love. Husband had never leash trained her, so I took that upon myself and our daily walkies became our favorite shared activity. Once, we were approached on the street by two men in a threatening manner, and despite being only 8 pounds, she put herself between me and them, fur on end, and bit the guys ankle when he got what she deemed was too close. He tried to kick her, but I yanked her back and, having retrieved my pepper spray, continued to pull her backwards and away from them. When we got home that night I gave her some cooked ground beef as a reward for defending me. She was so devoted to her dad, I had never imagined she would care enough for me to do that. I was so proud of her and after that day it was clear I was her momma. She developed Cushings Disease at 7 years old, and I ran up my credit card getting her treatments and keeping her comfy. She was the first to leave us at 9 years old, passing away gently in her sleep. It was far too soon, but she was such an enigma. There will never be another Chihuahua like her.

Shenanigans was our large and in charge calico kitty. Husband had adopted her from someone at work when she was about 3 years old. The person was having a baby and was going to have her cat put down. Upon hearing this, despite never having met the cat and never having owned a cat before, husband asked to adopt her instead. He told me this story on our second date, and I knew we were the same kind of bleeding heart. Shenanigans was 17 pounds and on a dry food diet, and before I came into their lives, they kinda just cohabitated. She was standoffish, and who could blame her. She'd been abandoned to this ninny(affectionate) who didn't seem to know anything about cats and she was living with a bunch of bachelors. The first time I met her she was aloof, but once I pulled out her first (at least then) cat toy, she realized I was a cat person and attached herself to me. I'll never forget the way she meowed at me that day, like she was telling me all her complaints. "And all they're feeding me is dry food and my nails need trimming and can you please tell them I need another litter box?!" Like I could understand her because I'd brought the toy, so clearly I was a cat person. She was a bossy girl, and we had the privilege of being her devoted servants for around 13 years. Her kidneys started to fail around 14, but when she realized we were treating her special she decided she was going to take full advantage of that and despite being given 6 months to live she gave us another beautiful two years. She was my constant lap cat at the end, and we had to let her go when her kidney disease became so bad she could no longer control her functions. She was such a loving girl, and I'll never forget the way she looked at me while we cuddled, like I was the mom she'd always wanted. I was so lucky to love her.

Timmy. Timmy was my soul cat. I was there when he was born in my friends garage my senior year of high school. We sat a few feet away quietly whispering while Timmy's mother Princess gave birth to him and his siblings. When he was old enough to be handled, I was the very first one to hold him. I would come over everyday after school to see the kittens and by the time he was 8 weeks old Timmy would run towards me on his tiny paws as soon as he heard my voice. It took another 4 weeks to convince my mother to let me adopt him, and the only reason she finally agreed was that I'd had a falling out with pretty much all of my friends. She told me later she was afraid I was going to kill myself, and she thought having a cat would give me a reason not to. She was right. Timmy saved my life so many times. He got me through so many low points. He loved me completely, and I loved him, and we got to spend a beautiful 17 years together. We were never apart. I am so grateful for all the love he gave me. His fur absorbed countless tears, he nuzzled his nose against mine a million times, and I tried to give him a million kisses. Lung cancer came for him in his old age, and I was the last one to hold him when I had to let him go. He spent a lifetime in my arms and I will miss him for the rest of my life. He was the longest relationship I ever had, and I am so grateful for the unconditional love he gave me all those years. He saved me, as they say, in every way a person can be saved. And he took his role as alpha of the house very seriously, training up new kitties we adopted to his standards and never afraid to put someone in their place for misbehaving. God, I miss him.

Today, we said goodbye to our 15 year old tuxedo cat Rygel. He started life out as my roommates cat, and yes, he is named after the dirty old Muppet in Farscape. When he was about 3 years old, my roommate had to make some hard choices about her life, and what ended up coming out of that was my keeping Rygel when she moved out. He was the biggest goofball, an absolute unit of insanity. We often joked he had only one brain cell. He was the cat who climbed Christmas trees and knocked over TVs and sometimes he would yowl in the middle of the night like he was lost until one of us came and picked him up and brought him to bed. He had a huge personality, and he had such a big pur. He developed pretty severe allergies as an adult that cost an absolute fortune. Rygels lesson to me was patience. His allergies gave him GI issues and bladder infections, and he started having litter box problems around 9 years old that... Honestly? Made our lives kinda insane. I think most people would probably have thrown in the towel years ago, but we talked about it and decided we couldn't. We made a commitment to him, and we are long, long life journey people. He was our cross to bear, and we spent money and time making sure he was as comfortable and happy as he could be for the rest of his life. I know he knew how loved he was, because he showed me. He turned into a lap cat and a bed cat, enjoying nothing quite so much as a soft blanket and some good scritches. A week after we said goodbye to Timmy, Rygel was diagnosed with aggressive intestinal cancer. We did what we could for him, and he kept bringing us love and joy for another 6 months. This last week he let us know he was ready. He was tired. And so, with heavy hearts, we took the last of the old guard in for his soft goodbye, and held him tightly.

We have three wonderful younger cats who are comforting us in our loss, but these four were with us at the beginning and Rygels passing feels like a bookend no matter how I look at it. They filled our lives with so much love, and chaos, and joy. Despite how much losing them hurts, I would not change a thing about any of them. Except of course, if I could make it so they were still here.

If love could have saved them, they would have lived forever. I know that we will have many, many more cats and dogs that will have their own stories and we will love them with all we are, but they owe something to these four. They taught us love, devotion, bravery, kindness, patience, and a part of my heart will always be with them at the rainbow bridge. I don't know what I believe about death and what happens after, but I do believe in an afterlife for animals. They're so pure, so kind, and so full of love that I know that carries on somehow, because their love also lives within me.

Thank you for loving us, Rygel, Timmy, Shenanigans, Pudding. I will never forget you, and I will love you forever, even when I cease to be here on this earth, your love will always be part of me. I love you, my darlings. Rest well.

[phloxclan]

Moon 126

Robinpaw earns the full name Robinpatch.

Berrypaw is apprenticed to Wolftrail, Buckpaw to Piperheart.

Lichenspeck and Fluffyrustle have 4 kits. Pigeonkit - Brown marbled tom with hazel eyes and long fur, daydreamer, oddly insightful. Seedkit - Dark gray marbled molly with emerald eyes and long fur, impulsive, quick to help, confident with words. Heathkit - Calico molly heather blue eyes, daring, splashes in puddles. Cavekit - Ginger tabby tom with hazel eyes, attention-seeker, quick to help.

Oakstripe is expecting kits.

Boo has whitecough, Clifftimber dislocated a joint, and Vinepath’s joint pain flares up.

Antclan ambushes a patrol by the border. Myrtlefeather, Raincurrent, and Fluffyrustle are killed, leaving Tawnysnarl as the only survivor. Weevilstar swears vengeance, and Phloxclan formally declares war.

Moon 127

Roachstripe and Riot have 3 kits. Bitterkit - Ginger speckled tom with hazel eyes and long fur, insecure, never sits still. Conekit - Tortie molly with hazel eyes, daring, moss-ball hunter. Carpkit - Yellow rosette molly with yellow eyes and long fur, troublesome, moss-ball hunter.

King, with her ghost sight, sees Fluffyrustle's ghost in a panic. His kits are in danger from a venomous snake. King protects them, but is bitten in the process, succumbing to the venom. Fluffyrustle stays with her as she crosses over, apologizing and thanking her repeatedly.

Phloxclan ambushes an Antclan patrol. All goes well - maybe a little too well. Ottercinder is particularly viscious, and she maims an apprentice severely. Auburngale pulls her away, and the two argue about it. Auburngale says she'll report this to Weevilstar, and Ottercinder threatens her in return.

Moon 128

Pepperpaw, Greenpaw, and Almondpaw earn the full names Pepperhawk, Greenlake, and Almondblossom.

Vinepath was seriously injured by a dog. Sleekshadow and Weevilstar have whitecough.

Oakstripe and Vinepath have 2 kits. Pheasantkit - Black and white tom with pale green eyes and long fur, bossy, never sits still. Birchkit - Gray and white tom with pale yellow eyes and long fur, daring, never sits still.

Squirreldapple retires.

Squirrelrock is killed by Antclan warriors.

Snippaw investigates a strange noise and finds a recently dead queen and 2 newborn kits. The kits are brought to the camp. Sprigkit - Dark gray tabby molly with bronze eyes and long fur, daydreamer, confident with words. Coyotekit - Dark gray tom with bronze eyes and long fur, charming, confident with words.

Dewglade and Auburngale enjoy a quiet moonlit stroll. Ottercinder mysteriously vanishes that same night. Odd.

Sprites:

[booklovingpixies]

RELEASE BLITZ - Can't Take The Heat? by Hailey Shore

Can’t Take The Heat? by Hailey Shore is live! All is fair in love…and food truck war. OMG. It’s him! TV celebrity chef Antony Renard! And he wants my food truck falafels? Hard pass. I’ve spent my whole life being judged by my dad. I don’t need another bossy/grumpy chef meddling in my food.What’s he doing in Calico Cove anyway?Oh, I bet he’s hiding out because of that viral video of him losing…

[banditcoyote]

"Teach me to dance, teach me to speak." He huffed "This is why I don't get involved with women. They're far too bossy." He said straightening his hat.

The item placed in her hands was lightweight and familiar, and when she opened her eyes she found her stolen seed bag returned to her, all her loved plants back in her possession. Frick was already at the door "Do you think we'll get the best reaction if Calico smells me or you first?" He asked her.

What a Pirate Desires

It was early in the morning when she jerked awake, throwing the covers off and pulling away from the bed completely. She stumbled on her feet for a moment, eyes wide and shivering from head to toe despite the fact that Coyote had dressed her in her nice warm flannels. Big blues darted around the room as Coyote sat up and assessed the situation. She took a shaky breath, tears burning the corners of her eyes. "I hate it..." she breathed and even looked to see if she could see her breath which she couldn't of course. She started to waver and in an instant strong arms were holding her up and she let them. "I'm so cold, Coyote... Can you make more tea? Can we sit by the fire downstairs? Can I wear your robe for a while?" making several requests which she knew he would allow and would help her feel better.

@banditcoyote

[phoenixofheaven]

Trans girl sandstorm x calico!firestar hypokits?

While looking up pictures of calico cats, I found out that they are considered to be good luck! So that's why this little critter is named Cloverspot (and, obviously her spot)

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Cloverspot is an energetic little molly. Short like Firestar, but fierce like Sandstorm. Although she can be a little bossy, Thunderclan can't get enough of her. Some cats consider the clan lucky just by having her due to how well Thunderclan prospers. A true joy to be around!

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Hope you like it @fernstarsblog! Btw, if anyone wants to use my hypokits for aus, go for it! Just credit me ty ;D

[elecktrum]

My friend Samantha has a delightful new gig of making pet portraits. Email unoriginalsam@gmail.com for commissions.

The last two cats are mine. My calico Marin was, without doubt, a Jedi master. And Ronco definitely deserves to be promoted to a six-star general. He was bossy enough.