#bossy calico

[nicnacsnonsense]

Yes to all of this! Stede wanted a community where people would be supportive, caring, responsive to each others needs. A community where everyone can be soft or “cringe” or societally non-conforming and still be accepted for who they are. Since he could not find such a community, he decided to build it himself. And this absolute mad lad actually pulled it off.

Talk it through as a crew (not for me, though, just for you)

I know we give Stede a lot of grief about being emotionally constipated. He insists everyone “talk it through as a crew” and promotes and encourages everyone else’s emotional honesty, but has never met a feeling he can’t repress. He has all the emotional transparency of a particularly robust brick wall. But can we talk for a minute about how literally everyone in his life has led him to believe that sharing his feelings is not to be tolerated, much less encouraged?

From the first flashback we see of little baby Stede, he’s being taught suppressing his emotions is the correct course of action. He has an obvious honest emotional reaction of fear and disgust when his father beheads the goose right in front of him, blood spattering his face and clothes. He gasps and turns away, squeezing his eyes closed, and burying his face in his hands, whimpering. His father instantly and coldly chastises him for doing so. “Open your eyes, child. This is what a man’s work looks like,” Father Bonnet says. “Your natural impulses are wrong, actually; suck it up, buttercup, and be a man” he means.

By the time we see him at school, Stede’s peers have upped the ante. Instead of just a sharp reprimand for daring to find happiness in a flower bed, the other boys reward his transgressive joy with physical violence - chasing him down, lashing him to a rowboat, and hurling rocks at him for sport. The message is clear; softness and weakness are not to be tolerated. Any trespass is to be hunted down and beaten out of you.

Once we get to his engagement, we can see the effects the long-term application of enforced emotional suppression has had on Stede. The hesitancy with which he suggests, “I just... I thought that when I did marry it could be for love,” is heart-breaking. It’s almost a question rather than a statement. He’s tucked into his corner of the very narrow carriage, not even letting his arm brush his father’s lest he invade his space. He doesn’t even LOOK at his father until he’s done speaking. Yet even as meek as his request is, he's still met with a derisive sigh, as though his father can’t believe his son STILL doesn’t know better than to indulge in these emotional extravagances.

Everything we see of Stede’s childhood is angled at showing him just how much he needs to deny and hide his true self to be found even base-line acceptable. Social obligations before self interest ALWAYS. Bend yourself to fit, or we will BREAK you into the right shape. Make yourself smaller. Learn to want less.

Is it any wonder that Stede enters the married state almost entirely emotionally checked out? He’s learned the lesson well that his only safety is in suppression and self-isolation.

Sadly, once he’s married, things don’t get much better.

I want it to be clear that I’m not blaming Mary for her reactions to Stede’s indifference and distance. Anyone would be frustrated if they tried to make the best of a sub-optimal situation only to find the person who is supposed to be their partner doesn’t seem inclined to contribute much of anything to the proceedings. Unfortunately, the ways in which Mary vents her frustrations reinforce the lessons of Stede’s childhood.

We have no context for her reaction to Stede’s comment about Arthur at the dinner table - perhaps it’s the first time he’s bothered to say anything in a conversation that she’s single-handedly kept going for some time - perhaps they had an argument earlier and this is the first thing he’s said since - perhaps they had established a turn-based answer system and he was stepping on someone else’s turn. But whatever the reason, by refusing to acknowledge him and very pointedly moving on, she’s signaling that his participation is not welcomed. By association, his preoccupation with soft and kind things is judged just as unacceptable here as it was to his schoolmates.

The reticence with which he introduces the idea of taking the family to sea calls to mind the same hesitancy with which he posited the notion of marrying for love. His voice is soft and he positions himself below Mary in an almost supplicating posture, mostly looking at her out of the corner of his eye. In his mind he’s proposing a way to make the family situation in which he feels trapped work - finally contributing an idea about how to make the best of their sub-optimal situation. In Mary’s mind, it’s yet another instance of him tuning her out, hot on the heels of his clumsy, half-insulting reception of the painting she had been so excited to gift him. It’s perfectly understandable that she loses her temper and yells at him, but doing so only serves to shut Stede down as surely as the childhood castigations he suffered at the hand of his father. Immediately his body-language becomes withdrawn and shuttered, hands folded in front of him and head down, and his speech becomes higher-pitched, halting, and hesitant - hiding as much as he can lest he further provoke her.

Is it any wonder he pretends everything’s fine when Mary later makes the opening salvos of an honest dialogue about their feelings about the marriage? She’s shown him that she’s not a safe person with which to share his honest feelings. So it’s the old routine instead - learning to cry silently so you don’t bother anyone with it, or worse, get yelled at for it. Breathe through your mouth so they don’t hear how stuffy your nose is. Make up sufficiently plausible excuses to give them the option of ignoring what they might have heard if you get caught.

Stakes get even higher once he’s gone to sea. Stede wants to try a new, more gentlemanly sort of piracy, and approaches his crew as “supportive, caring, and responsive to their needs” - the kind of emotional support he wishes he had been afforded. How distressing it must have been to him, then, to learn these were the exact reasons his crew was contemplating mutiny. That because of his emotionally supportive approach, they viewed him as unacceptably “weak… craven, [and] ill-equipped to lead men.”

After the accidental death of Badminton, Stede learns that the situation is even more dire. It’s not just mutiny on the line; according to Olu, “everyone up there wants [Stede] dead.” The only way to avoid being murdered and to earn the respect if his crew is to suppress his emotions, and pretend the most traumatizing thing that has ever happened to him is not just fine, but on purpose, and something to be proud of.

So of course “talking it through as a crew” applies to everyone except Stede. The crew have expressed that they are literally willing to mutiny and murder him if he lets his real feeling be known.

Alas, even Ed is not a wholly safe harbor for Stede’s emotional expression. Upon their first proper conversation, after Stede awakens from his stab-wound induced fever-dreams, he is able to safely share his secret passageways and wardrobe indulgences with Ed, but when Ed later introduces the theme of “feel[ing] trapped’ and Stede clearly starts to physically open up, and hesitantly starts to share: “Yes. I have... I very much have felt that way…” Ed is so caught up in his own shit that he doesn’t realize that Stede was on the verge of confiding something even more intimate than his hidden wardrobe. Stede has learned well how to make himself smaller. He gives Ed room to rant, but his own confessions go unvoiced.

There’s a similar mechanism at work prompting the miscommunication that leads to the tragedy of the season. After the kiss, Ed is jubilant - caught up in the excitement of the moment. He starts spinning his grand plans, and doesn’t recognize that, in deference to Ed’s exuberance, Stede is Not Saying some very important things. Multiple times during the exchange, we see Stede looking away from Ed, his body turning away, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed together. This is not the face of enthusiastic consent.

Even when he says yes, he’s excited and smiling, but his lips are so tightly pressed together there’s no way he could say any of the things he very clearly needs to be saying.

So, yes. Stede could be better at expressing his feelings before they get so overwhelming that they explode out of him. But before he can do that, he needs to have a space where his emotional well-being and possibly his very life are not imperiled by doing so. And I really hope he gets it next season oh, my very dears, because I want a Stede-in-the-bathtub scene to mirror Ed’s. I want it like burning.

[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

[hollyhomburg]

the sylvanian family little idea is so cute I have only one thing to add. They are fall in love and live happily ever after together

That is all I felt it was a important addition

i also only have one little thing to add to it and that is that jk became obsessed with sylvanian families in the m/c's absense and created a whole corner of his playroom to setting up a perfect little village of them.

maybe most little's like hot wheels and dino's and stuffies, but i love the idea of little jk just being so soft with them, setting them up and dysplaing them kinda like minatures. and maybe seokjin goes a little crazy with them when they find out that's what their new little likes and gets jk a whole bunch. but it's hard not to indulge koo when they've wanted a little of their own for so long.

i'm thinking that in his universe people exist on a spectrum of caregiver to little or they're null like- no instincts. and namjoon and jin both have slightly high caregiver scores of 8 and 10 respectively. meanwhile tae is super low on the cg scale- more of a 5 which means he does occasionally go into little space just...not enough for namjoon and jin to healthily manage their caregiver instincts let alone for him to have his own cg instincts sated. it's like- once a month when tae is completely stress free and once every other week when he's stressed out.

tae felt alot of guilt about it at the beginning of their relationship, about not being able to be little enough, constantly fighting trying to baby namjin who are...both soft of immune to being babied. but to them- jk was perfect, the perfect thing to bring out tae's little side when he needed to indulge and always eagerly obeying his bossy bossy hyungie whenever tae was needing to sate his own instincts. as a 3- jk spends almost his whole life in little space-

to jk, tae is the person who it's safe to talk about little space too- who won't get that cross look on his face when jk talks about his last home where the stuffies got 'locked up' at night and how koo never liked the crib the put him in either! that he much preferred the big boy bed that they have for him and really- he's not so so so small that they need to put him in overalls. he likes appa's clothes! because they're pink and purple!!! like koo's favorite colors.

i imagine it's tae that eventually gets the info out of koo about the m/c. of course, not that the other cg's wouldn't try. i imagine once they figure out how much that koo likes the sylvanian families so much that they spend alot of time helping him set up his little village. they get him a dedicated shelf for it too!! and tae spends alot of his time in middle space working on it! making little ladders with popsicle sticks (little tae loves popsicles) that finally gets koo to open up.

i imagine namjoon trying, his little voice going "this one is dadda and this one is appa and this one is hyungie," and nj leaning in and saying in his very careful voice, tapping the one in koo's hand, the one he never lets go of, "and who is this one my sweet boy?" and koo's eyes just get swimmy with tears and he starts to feel very very little and can't respond,

but then tae swoops in and starts making up one of the mini picnics taking their designated critters and asking koo what the little one in his hand's favorite thing is to eat? and really- that's all it takes! he starts going on and on about the m/c, about how at the nursery they both stayed at before getting adopted they always had all these little snack bags for the littles to come up and grab and the m/c would always get in trouble because she'd take extra for koo! and by the end of the conversation namjoon has his phone out recording koo and the m/c's calico critter has a whole bunch of mini food piled infront of it and koo isn't so weepy anymore. and they're asking him questions like "is that why you don't letting go of the little one you brouth here? because the last time you let go of her they took her away!" and koo nods.

and maybe they've had a problem with koo storing away food and they realize 'oh, he's saving it for someone' and 'oh my god koo had a sibling that they seperated him from?? we need to get them back!"

[roses-bah-garden]

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!

[dracothelizard]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @sweveris

I'm limiting my WIPs to my OFMD ones for my own convenience.

Blackbeard's Rapsheet Fic

Stede/Ed/Stede

Ro-meow and Juli-wet

Post ep 6 - Bossy powerbottom Stede

Roleplay :D

Kinktober (folder)

Watersports series

Scareactor AU

Manipulative Calico Jack

Modern AU Ed Stede PWP

Cock cage

Dildo raid

90s lesbians

Stede and Olu get their groove back

Awkward vs planned sexytiems

Escort AU

Animal transformation

Glorious AU

Pubquiz AU

Selfpub AU

Pokemon AU

Fandom AU

[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).

[dixieandherbabies]

Dixie and her babies.

Check out my chubby tummy & my proper lady paws!

[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.

[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)

...

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!

...

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

[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