#catboy haven

[center-for-catboy-control]

OwO, what's this?

Hello, catboys, catgirls, nyanbinaries, and all you other... Not cat things. And my other cat things that don't like them labels!

Here is a safe-haven for those with catboy disease. Feel free to bite people, push half-filled glasses off tables, and scream at three in the morning because you're hungry or crave affection or just because you want to.

Okay. Hi. Just call me Catboy as I am pretty much that. I use it/its, he/him, and xe/xem (used more like they/them, but i don't use they/them) pronouns, so the Mr. honorific works.

I'm here to stay. Prepare yourselves.

[sharpe-teeth]

drowned rat

[sinsofsinister]

‘you look horribly angelic. emphasis on the horrible.’ - @thatfoulbeast

[lurkingpuddle]

I swear characters in Sun Haven are so funny sometimes

A half tiger swordsman from eastern country: I am a warrior on a mission and don't have time for idle chatter.

Local catboy farmer: here, have a glass of pure water I alchemized on my farm :3

Tigerman: you are literally the only person on this continent I trust and I want you to help me to overthrow my corrupt government. Also here is a musical record I made of sick beats to swing a sword to, listen to this before battle.

[sebastianshaw]

I ALMOST FORGOT! It’s still Fanfic Friday and here’s my fic! Haven, Ajak, Makkari, Darkstar, Scorpion, Asp, Mantis, Lightwave. All the dress designs I did or plan to do. Plus Essex and Bennet as cameos, and Selene in the role as the villan. requested by @catboy-sinister Shaw is mentioned in passing but does not appear. This is all about Haven being a damsel in distress who gets saved by multiple beautiful women, because I really really really like Haven getting rescued like she never did in canon. Basically, self-indulgent slosh as always! Complete with my attempt at classic comic-book dialogue style!

The third Hellfire Gala was in full swing, held outdoors, for the glory of Krakoa itself surpassed the beauty of any structure’s interior. There were sheltered areas, of course, but these were open, and they were not concrete and cement and glass and rebar, but natural structures formed by Krakoa itself. Caves and tunnels of stone that had sprung up overnight like giant mushrooms, with natural holes to serve as windows and crystals that jutted from the ‘sills’ to cast colored light on the opposite walls, twisting overheads of massive tree roots risen from the ground ensnared by whole forests worth of vines and flowers, spiraling fungi steps leading up to second ‘floors’ made of branches so wide and flat on top they served easily as walkways for multiple people to mingle upon. And as the sun set, genetically engineered insects, flowers, lichens, and more fungi lit up the dusk with their natural glow. Well, natural-ish. Mantis found it all very interesting. She’d always had an inborn empathy with nature, and her connection to plant life in particular had only been enhanced by her union with the Prime Cotati as the Celestial Madonna. Therefore, she’d been keen to communicate not simply with Krakoa itself, but all the organisms upon it—and no, she didn’t mean mutants. She wanted to know how these flowers and lichens and so on felt about their modification and utilization as decor for these invasive meat-creatures. Their responses varied, as with any population, but most seemed content enough with the situation. She’d also found it quite interesting to communicate with a fellow guest, Radha “Haven” Dastoor. A human philanthropist with a long history of supporting all those downtrodden or oppressed, she was the only current human member of Krakoa’s Inner Circle of the Hellfire Trading Company. Appointed its Black Queen, she was a liaison to both the human world, and invaluable as someone who knew where the miracle drugs of the famous island flora were needed most, and how to distribute them. What was of interest to Mantis though, was the woman’s. . .vibes, might be the most accurate word in English. Again, Mantis was a keenly sensitive individual even before her link to vegetation formed, and that extended to people. It seemed Haven, though she possessed no superpowers, was the same. The older woman had seen her off by herself—well, seemingly by herself, if you didn’t count non-animal life forms!---and how she appeared entranced with the plants before her, touching them with her antenna, for Mantis spoke to them without words, in their own language. She’d approached, and inquired most politely about it. Sensing her sincerity, Mantis explained, and she felt the most exquisite reaction of wonder and joy from this Haven! Haven found this a fantastic thing, and she told Mantis so, setting off their conversation. And through that conversation, Mantis could feel a bond growing between them rapidly, and what was more, she could feel Haven feeling it as well! Emotions and words flowed rapidly and naturally between the women like two rivers mixing their waters, and in minutes it was if they’d been lifelong friends. These two were not the only ones finding common ground. Two agents of S.H.I.E.L.D, Carmilla “Scorpion” Black and Aurora “Lightwave” Dante, were also hitting it off. Despite both being employed with the same organization, and both superpowered women of similar youth, they’d actually never met before til now, when they were sent in attendance together after receiving their mutual invites. “I wasn’t sure I even counted as a mutant, to be honest,” Scorpion was telling Lightwave, “I mean, my powers came at sixteen, yeah, and it happened on its own, no radioactive scorpions involved, but I thought that was all due to my bio-monster’s genetic engineering.” “I guess maybe it could be a little of both?” Lightwave suggested, “Maybe you always had the X-gene, and your mom just played around with how it manifested.” “Well, given how it ended up actually SAVING me from her brainwashing chemicals, that would make a lot of sense. There’s no way she’d have arranged for THAT deliberately.” “That’s the old unpredictable x-factor!” Lightwave quipped, “You never know what it’s gonna do or how it’s gonna do it! I think that’s actually why it’s named that.” “Really? I always figured it was after that Professor X guy, didn’t he discover it?” “He did, and he named it, but I heard it wasn’t after himself, it was—oh, hi, can we help you?” “I apologize so much for interrupting,” said the dark-skinned woman who had approached them. She was beautiful, older than the pair of them but surely not out of her 30s, maybe not even into them, her sleek black hair in a chin-length bob and her black-and-gold gown in an Egyptian-inspired design. “But you, in the fetching green number. . .you are the one they call Stinger?” “I’m Scorpion. This is Stinger,” Scorpion lifted her left arm and pointed to it with her right one. The latter was covered in a long ruched sleeve that matched the skirt of her dress, but the former was bare save for a metal armlet from which metal fringes and small spikes, matching her earrings, dangled, and a metal bracelet linked to a ring, with a dazzling green gem between them set on the back of her hand. This ring-bracelet was a modified version of the gauntlet specially constructed by S.H.I.E.L.D to help her better control the discharges from Stinger, as she called her left arm. Normally, the gauntlet contracted into a much plainer little bracelet for her civilian-wear, but the good folks in the SHIELD labs had crafted her a bauble more befitting this occasion. “I see,” said the woman sweetly, and the smile at her lips was looking less polite and more.  . .intrigued? Pleased? Anticipatory? “Why do you ask?” Lightwave said, feeling a bit odd about all this, and a bit left out of the conversation. “I’m Asp, of the Serpent Society,” the woman replied, “And while I’ve yet to take up residence on this lovely island, I’m a mutant myself—one of the few among my cohorts whose powers are all-natural. All-natural and—very similar to yours.” She darted her eyes towards Scorpion, and continued, “I can fire blasts of energy from my hands—both hands—that has an effect on the body like that of a venomous snake. You call yours a sting; I liken mine to a bite.” “Uh huh, cool,” Scorpion was somehow both bored and suspicious, and placed her hands on her waist, “So our powers are vaguely alike. Anything else you wanted to tell me?” Unresponsive to the rise of rudeness in the younger woman’s tone, Asp continued in her own polite one, though there was a persuasive silkiness to it now, “I’ve been propositioned by a few residents of Krakoa to partake in a game of chance. They want to take bets on which of us has a better venom-blast. And the winner gets a cut of the pot.” Scorpion looked at her hard. Lightwave tensed, unsure of what the outcome would be. “Nah,” said Scorpion, “My powers aren’t a game for me, lady. I don’t play with them like one.” “Oh, what a pity,” said Asp primly, “I did so hope you’d be a willing participant.” “What’s that supposed to mea–” Scorpion was cut off as Asp fired a venom blast towards her; Scorpion’s quick reflexes allowed her to jump out of the way, but it still would have grazed her calf if not for Lightwave’s equally quick force shield. Asp readied another blast, but was caught from behind by tendrils of darkness that bound her arms to the sides and lifted her off her feet. Behind her, controlling the solid shadows, hovered a slender blonde woman, dressed in Gala regalia was well. Darkstar, aka Laynia Petrovna, a recently arrived resident on Krakoa who had defected from service to the Russian government. “No fighting is allowed here! You know the rules!” Darkstar commanded. “We’re not…ungh…fighting. . .we’re competing!” Asp gasped, straining against her umbrous bonds. Darkstar looked to Scorpion and Lightwave for confirmation.  . .or lack thereof. “Yeah,” Scorpion said after a moment, “We were just testing our powers against each other. They’re pretty similar so we wanted to see who packed more poison.” Lightwave looked at her comrade in surprise, but didn’t contradict her. “Hmm,” Darkstar evaluated the situation. She’d wanted to be useful to the nation of Krakoa, as they had shown her great mercy by allowing her here, and she was consuming resources of the island, and she wished to give back to its people, protect them, as she had protected those of Mother Russia. To this end, she’d been appointed a reserve X-Man, and in the meantime given a great many menial tasks. For instance, Gala security. She lowered herself down, and released Asp, stating, “Games of skill are permitted as part of the Gala’s activities, but please, use an area designated for such. I will guide you to one and supervise.” Asp looked irritated, but all she said was, “Thank you so much.” As Darkstar lead the way, Lightwave whispered to Scorpion, “Why did you say that?” “Because I can handle myself,” Scorpion whispered back, “I don’t need KG-Blondie coming to my rescue. This lady really wants a fight? Fine.” Meanwhile, Asp was calling some friends on her little snake-themed cell phone, and by the time the trio arrived with Darkstar to the clearing, there was already a little crowd of interested parties waiting. “This better be a good show and a good pot, love,” Pyro quipped at Asp, “I left a bonzer card game for this!” “You were losing,” Phantazia pointed out. “Not for long I wasn’t gonna be!” Scorpion and Lightwave weren’t the only guests experiencing some. . .conflict. “Oh dear me, Ajak, you may be divine these days, but that dress surely is not!” Sinister crowed at the Eternal, “Oh my, wait, no—Dante did write the Divine Comedy, did he not? That must be what he meant!” Ajak had come to the Gala not as Ajak Celestia, but as herself. Somehow. Yet she had allegedly not unfused with the Progenitor. According to her, this was but a tangible aspect of herself, continuing to experience the world as an individual while her whole remained at her post, watching the world and waiting for the right time to pass the final judgement upon it all. Right now though, she was being judged, quite harshly, by Sinister. Or rather, her sartorial choices were. And while Ajak was not one who took pride in fashion, pride she did have, much too much so to be mocked by this obscenity before her that called itself Sinister. “You were gagged and shackled by me before,” Ajak warned coolly, “Do not tempt me to do so again.” “Oh, you’re not the one I’d want doing that,” Sinister assured, “But Bennett, dear, have you seen Shaw around? He might be into it.” Exodus and Ajak both looked confused, but Makkari, who had been doing her best to diffuse things, looked disgusted. Unlike the other two, she’d spent a long time in the modern world, after all. But she needn’t have worried. No one had seen Shaw for quite some time this evening. How very odd. Very, very odd. Wherever Shaw was, though, he wasn’t with Haven. Nor was Exodus. Nor was Ajak. Save for Mantis, she was alone. And Mantis, she said, suddenly had an engagement. So scratch that. Haven was alone when a column of darkness solidified before her into none other than Selene, Black Priestess! Priestess to what? The ultimate goddess—-herself of course! “You wretched little creature!” the sorcerous mutant spat as tendrils of her darkness reached out and wrapped around Haven, flexible as vines and strong as chains, “You truly thought you could usurp my place?! You thought it was yours to take and Shaw’s to give?! He’s been dealt with and now so shall y–” Selene was cut off by a kick to the back of her head that would have decapitated a mere mortal. . .or a mutant who wasn’t smart enough to have protectively enchanted her body since that little upstart snipe(r) Hope had shot her. “This one thinks not!” Mantis cried, having used the kick to push herself away from Selene once more and land dramatically near Haven, whose bonds had momentarily loosened due to Selene’s distraction. Loosened. . .but, Mantis found when she tried to free her new friend, not enough. “This one sensed something was afoot!” she explained, in her customary third-person speaking style. It was not due to lack of understanding so-called “proper” English, but a very deliberate way of distancing herself from the ego of the words “I” and “me” as the Pama Priests had taught her. “So you hid in the shadows til I emerged,” Selene emerged, looming over her new opponent, “Very clever—but you’d have been far more clever to avoid the Black Queen!” As she spoke, the rocks and stones around them levitating and hurled down towards Mantis like comets. She leaped into the air once more, using them as stepping stones, trying to get back to Selene. The rocks, meanwhile, avoided Haven; Selene had far more personal plans in store for her attempted replacement. Selene’s telekinesis could only affect inanimate objects. Plants, though perhaps not as mobile as their meaty counterparts, were not inanimate. They were beyond her control. But they answered to another mistress��Mantis, the Celestial Madonna! As she bounded from rock to rock while avoiding being hit by the same projectiles she climbed, she still managed to direct a portion of her mental energy towards summoning the aid of the surrounding flora—something Krakoa was plentiful in! Flowers, ferns, and moss, they all came to her aid, the trees themselves bending to swing their mighty branches at the black-clad witch, as though nature itself were trying to banish her unnatural presence. But Selene just cackled, and the foliage before her burst into flames. For pyrokinesis was on her list of myriad talents mutant and magical. Still, even this defeat served its purpose for Mantis, who used the Black Priestess’s moment of triumph as a distraction to lunge at her! But Selene met this too with laughter, welcoming Mantis into her arms—arms whose skin instantly began to drain the life itself from the Celestial Madonna’s flesh! “My what truly potent energy you have!” Selene crowed, “So unique! Those senses of yours didn’t tell you what MY true gift is, did they? To drain your life and make it my own! Don’t fret though, you won’t die—you will live for eternity in ME!” “The only place of eternity for you is the PIT!” Darkstar had joined the fray. Like Mantis, she too had sensed a disturbance in the force—the Darkforce, specifically, which Selene was calling upon for her shadow manipulation. She couldn’t commandeer the shadows that were holding Haven, but she could at least summon her own to save Mantis, engulfing the former Avenger in a Darkforce teleportation portal, sending her somewhere safer. Alas, that also meant that Mantis was out of the fight, especially since those unused to traveling through the Darkforce dimension were often drained by it, physically and mentally. Even now, mere prolonged contact with it was probably harming Haven on both fronts. Darkstar knew she had to end this fast. Selene, however, had no intention of cooperating with that notion. The two Darkforce wielders went at it, firing their obsidian elemental energies at each other. But while Darkstar’s power was the Darkforce alone, Selene had many other abilities at her disposal, and Darkstar was fading fast against them. Finally, she fell from the sky, her fancy feathered Gala dress in a heap around her, giving her the likeness of a bird that had crashed into a windowpane. There was a roar of fire around her as a ring of enchanted flame encircled her, then formed a dome above her. She tried to teleport, but could not even call upon that much. The Darkforce has closed its doors to you, my dear, Selene’s voice spoke in her head, You are but its friend—I am its QUEEN! Don’t fret though; you won’t be burned unless you try to escape. After all, if Darkstar died, she might remember what happened to Haven the human when she woke up. Selene would need to make some modifications to her memory first. Not normally within Selene’s telepathic abilities, which were in fact relatively minor ones, but sorcery was always a boost. And the enlisted aid of mutants too afraid to say no, of course. Selene sauntered now to the still-imprisoned Haven, who seemed to be awaiting her fate impassively. “No begging? No pleading? I’m almost disappointed by your dignity. Or are you just so purely petrified? I know it can’t be that you’re actually RESPECTFUL enough to hold your tongue in the presence of a goddess,” Selene crooned, “After all, you had no respect when you accepted MY place and title!” “I do beg you not to do this,” Haven said, her brown eyes indeed imploring, “For your sake. You will harm yourself, horribly, if you try to–” “HA!” Selene cut her off with a derisive laugh, tossing her elegant head back so her elaborate necklace jewels gleamed in the fire’s light, “You think those FOOLS on the Quiet Council can imprison ME? They couldn’t even keep me dead!” “We’ll do better,” said a new voice. For the third time, a new player had entered Selene’s scene to save Haven. Or rather, two new players. Haven had been physically silent through the whole ordeal, but she’d been mentally calling out to Ajak and Exodus the entire time. Alas, Exodus and Ajak had become. . .engaged. . .with Sinister in a psychic. . .dispute. . .and Makkari was as telepathically Deaf as she was physically. It was only now that Exodus had things, er, handled, that he and Ajak got the message. Exodus was required to stay behind to keep Sinister contained, but Ajak and Makkari were now free to handle matters for their friend. “Oh, the so-called gods arrive,” Selene seemed unimpressed, “Truth me told, I’m rather pleased to see you. I’ve long wanted to test your mettle against–” She was cut off by a massive energy blast by Ajak. At the same time, Makkari rushed behind Selene as she was blasted backwards, pummeling her rapidly in the back with such strength and speed that even her magically enhanced body buckled. The ebony prison around Haven did the same, slackening and then dissipating entirely, and Haven fell to her knees, drained by the contact with the Darkforce. At the same time, the fire imprisoning Darkstar disappeared, though the Russian could not yet use her powers again. Selene put up a valiant fight; she was no pushover. But the Eternals could manipulate cosmic energy, move at high speeds, lift over 15 tons, and, most importantly, never tire. For all her power, Selene could be worn down. Ajak and Makkari could not. And when the former was spent, by coincidence, she had collapsed right next to Haven. Still conscious, her body now rapidly withering into a crone from the expenditure of energy, she knew she could not win. . .but she could at least do what she had set out to, and to replenish her youth in the process. “No!” Haven cried out as Selene reached for her, “Selene, don’t! It’s dang–” She was silenced as Selene began to sap her energy, and Makkari and Ajak both rushed to intervene. Makkari’s speed was more than adequate to get there before Selene’s skin even made contact with Haven, and yet her incredible strength could not separate them. But it was not Selene who was keeping Haven trapped; it was vice versa. Haven and Selene were both howling, Selene in pain, Haven in sympathy as she tried to free the other woman from her own body. Yet even as Haven successfully pushed her away, Selene’s body continued draining the energy from Haven. Makkari and Ajak could SEE it crackling in the air, linking the women’s bodies. “Help her!” Haven cried out to the confused Eternals, “The demonic energy—it’s too much, it’s going to destroy her from inside–” Ajak and Makkari didn’t exactly understand, and frankly neither of them were inclined to help Selene at all, but Haven’s distress was a motivator if nothing else for Ajak in particular. But. . .what could they do? Not knowing what else to do, Ajak ran to Haven and grabbed her, preparing to get her out of there, away from having to watch whatever was going to happen to Selene. And this turned out to be the correct move. Ajak’s body had moved between the energy streams that had linked the women, and in doing so, had severed them. . .no, not severed them. Ajak’s cosmic energy that fueled her nigh-indestructible body flowed now along the current into Selene just before it disappeared. Even this tiny transfer was a life-saving boost, saving the sorceress and restoring her youth in the bargain. But she was still powerless, on her hands and knees, her head down, unable to even speak, panting in pain on the grass. What was that? Makkari signed, and Ajak relayed it to Haven as always. “I’ll.  ..explain,” said Haven, hesitantly, as if she didn’t wish to, “But first. . .” She knelt beside Selene, placing a steadying hand on her. Selene tried to shrink from her instinctively, like a scared animal, and only ended up collapsing into the lap of her would-be prey. Haven held her gently, trying to comfort her while also keeping the woman’s pride and dignity in mind, “I’m sorry. It’s very unjust to you, isn’t it?” Because Haven knew that, from Selene’s point of view, it likely was. She had never met the former Black Queen before, but Shaw had told her about her extensively, and she’d also been able to garner Selene’s perspective quite well from the things she’d said to her in this encounter. And what she had garnered was that Selene was as locked into her own perspective as Haven had once been in. For which Haven could not blame her; changing one’s mind was hard enough, and Selene had held hers for thousands of years. And it must be such a comforting one; she never questioned her own worth or place in the universe, her reason for being here or the purpose of her long life or the morality of taking the lives of others to sustain it. To step away from that belief.  . .why, it might literally kill her. She was what she was, and Haven loved her. She loved everyone. Which was why she asked the others not to tell the Council about this. Darkstar could not agree. She was dutiful to Krakoa’s laws. But Haven’s request for mercy would also be relayed, she promised. Mantis was fine, as were, of course, Ajak and Makkari. Haven was weakened, but wished to remain at the Gala after Selene was taken away by Exodus. And she did give that explanation to the Eternals. “The thing that lived in me once. . .is gone,” she said, each word a labor, “But some remnants of its power. . .” The Eternals both nodded grimly. She did not continue and they did not urge her to. As for Scorpion and Asp’s contest, the moment Darkstar left, it no longer had a referee, and the spectators swiftly decided they wanted to be PARTICIPANTS instead. It was an absolute disaster and a good time was had by all involved! Oh, and Shaw was er. . .fine. If you care. END

[styxnbones]

(gehenna-calling) stillness for cass, glance for kellen, formal for danny, roots for minerva, motion for corin, wardrobe for harper

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Cass's clothes don't really affect her at rest, since it's just jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and is also The Same jeans and shirt they've been wearing for ages. As for how she is when idle, Cass has pretty much mastered the art of mirroring other people's body language, so generally if she isn't doing anything else is particular, she's doing that.

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

Despite all the other weird quirks of their appearance, the first thing about Kellen that probably draws the eye is their hair since it's so voluminous and bright. That said, in my mind their defining feature is the snake they replaced a couple of their ribs with, even though practically speaking basically no one would ever see it. But like if I ever commissioned art of them it would definitely be on display.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

I don't think Danny is conceptually against dressing up, but they are the sort of person to be like,, Generally Uneasy with it for gender reasons. Like he's still got the suit he wore to prom, but he kinda fuckin hates it, but he also doesn't really know what else would be better. So, he'll do it if he has to, but they'd really rather just avoid those kinds of events. I however, know that they'd kill it in like, yk thranduil from the hobbit movies? yeah that kind of outfit.

roots: Is your OC's look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

I like to think of Minerva's night-to-night look as being Weebcore Catboy Assembled Entirely From Articles Stolen From Thrift Stores And Corpses, with his more extravagant fits being basically straight up Jobu Tupaki from Everything Everywhere All At Once.

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Corin's build is deceptively slender- he's actually quite the powerhouse physically and when he moves it's very clear that he knows it. He has decades of combat training under his belt from instruction under various tutors hand picked by Corliss, as well as under Prince Arundel himself, so in situations where he's on edge you can see him defaulting back into patterns of movement characteristic of a martial artist. In general, he's quite flexible, decently coordinated, and far from clumsy. Unfortunately, his preference for tight-cut suits can sometimes be limiting on his range of motion, but in the sport he partakes of most often he's rarely wearing much at all ;)

wardrobe: How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

Harper's wardrobe isn't extensive, but it's bigger than it once was since they've gotten a permanent haven. It mostly consists of variations on black shirt + black pants + black waist/coat, and though they do have the dough to buy new clothes pretty often, they also wear through things pretty quick (the duties of a Scourge are not gentle on one's clothes). Thankfully, their prior years of equally violent activities, without the resources of having status in the Camarilla, have taught them how to fix things up well enough to keep wearing them.

[420technoblazeit]

i need to make a full list of canonized gods in haven because i feel like between Walter White being a minor god and “Jesus was a powerful wizard from the nether we all know this” I think this would be a REALLY funny thing to draw

hte jesus thing sounds like something lux said alskdhglashdg. dont forget to add catboy onceler

[pinipig]

i don't have the skills or time but i rlly want to write/draw nico and whitney's breakup.

putting the tldr here already: nico becomes a farmer and outgrows teenage angst. basically: "i'm still in love with whitney but i have a job rn so idrc"

nico and whitney are currently exes,, this is all occuring in summer break:

Nico focuses more on his job at the farm and realizes he should think about getting out of town since he has two accidental kids now (forgot the pregnancy toggle was on). He's also just fantasising a totally normal life for him and Robin and everyone else in town because the farm acts as a safe haven. It feeds into his hope that there's an end to everything (sure)

In the days leading up to the breakup, he is still in love with Whitney and finds it sweet that Whitney actually wants to free him(?) from Bailey. He thinks it's been months since Whitney tried to stick him into a hole and get a dogboy to assault him so he's changed obv.

Whitney all the while is just regaining his dominance stat and keeps trying to drag nico into a walk. Since it's summer, they don't see each other outside of the alleyways or the pub. The day of the breakup, Whitney catches Nico at the alleys with his friends and tries to fuck him. "Tries" because Nico beats him up and gets angry that Whitney still hasn't learned anything. He looks up and just sees the group of delinquents watching him and he decides he's growing out of his infatuation. Kind of like when kids realize they're not as obsessed with airplanes or sharks from year ago. (he really thought he had changed whitney and that they had something different, the catboy tf has made him stupid)

He gives a quick "we're through" mumble before running away amd crying in the middle of Connodatus street. Whitney ofc tries to kill him the next time he sees him but yea.

makes it more awkward when whitney still tries to buy nico off of bailey cause now one side insists he owns him and the other is just "get your money up 💸💸💸"

[center-for-catboy-control]

wait if you're the catboy, why are you also the center for catboy control?

So I am a clone of the CDC but with catboy disease.

By nature I need to help with controlling the catboys, but this is more of a haven.

[sharpe-teeth]

i discovered Darius for the first time and now all i can think about is he and my pc Hot Pocket tearing each other to shreds (flirting)

[suncatchr]

3 4 hakeem

What inspired you to make a certain character? How did you find the name for a certain character?

okay actually I think hakeem came to me the last of them, I really wanted to make monster ocs that kind of defied their nature, but I only had plans for how the incubus, the selkie, and the strzyga would do it: by refusing to beguile and kill, by refusing to let his coat be hidden, and by refusing to appear to the dying respectively. but iirc I just REALLY wanted a catboy sphinx in the mix so I made him the villain to spice it up lol. he sticks to his nature, enjoys defying and hurting people because it makes him feel smart and powerful, and so he succumbs to his nature when cevon passes his riddle and he's so astounded and butthurt about it that he's distracted enough to b defeated, which in his case is to have his powers taken ;P

about his name, he and the other three all have the same origin, I just wanted them to have very black names as characters in a mythology themed story, cevonté and khauai are afrocentric names, haven is one of those churchy peace hope faith names, and hakeem is arabic, which I only found out after deeming him the. sphinx

[foxys-fantasy-tales]

Urban diner ran by dhampir? Can you ramble about it a bit

Sure! I'll go ahead and put the blurb here. When Lyra Morley accepted a rough and tumble new hire from her bar, she didn’t think he would end up her new roommate in a week. Noel Akatash brings his own debts, and the people holding the accounts aren’t to be trifled with. Magical home invasions aside, Lyra is more worried about her business serving the city nightlife any food she can handle all made to order.

Cooking with a halfbreed’s sense of smell comes with its perks, and one of them is that she can hide her skills in the kitchen so no one is any wiser about her true nature. The night-only diner called Made to Taste is meant to be a haven for those the city would rather keep buried. Lyra, the pacifist and blood abstinent dhampir, would fight to keep it safe. Good thing Noel knows a thing or two about being scrappy. More info is on my WIP page here. There's a lot of other characters. In the diner staff alone there is an ace lesbian werewolf who is always the brawn and voice of reason and a cute but mischievous fae woman who loves gossip. There are more vampires, a catboy, another fae, and a non-binary wizard. Corporations are the enemy, mostly run by old white guys. That seems good for a short summary! Let me know if you wanna know more. I hope to post the first few chapters this summer and the first book is coming out late this year.

[growling]

part 4 i promise i will be normal about tribe nine

......If that's Zero's house and bed I'm gonna holler. It will be joever for me and my mental state.

banger theme

BANGER THEME

huh so we're still in Shinagawa.... hmmm......

end of banger theme :((((((

AND they're plaguing him with visions!!!

did they clone her lmao

of course kazuki has a cat pfp

WAIT THAT CAT LOOKS LIKE SCOURGE WARRIOR CATS... Kazuki reads warrior cat..

banger theme

FIRST BANGER THEME IS BACK!!!

Have I said already how much I love this theme.. hehehe ear feel good

YAYYYYY WE LOST :DDD

Well I'm glad they are all being nice to him even if I don't really care about Yo! :3

trash tribe time

thank u manager. everybody say thank u manager

on second thought i dont trust the candy

no zero in sight i am so bored i do not care about any of these people except maybe kazuki

can we kill takinogawa yet

NEVERMIND BANGER THEME IS BACK

Todoroki not very fond of poor people strikes again

the music is suddenly getting good on this part lmao

OH NO THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER

why does it. kinda sound like zero.

im fucking serious it literally. sounds exactly like zero.

OH THAT IS LITERALLY ZERO DSJHGFDHSKFJHSJAIUS I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I EVER SAID ABOUT THE ANIMAL MASCOT CHARACTER. ITS OK IF ITS ZERO

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY YOU ARE MY ANGELLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

stop being rude that's his true form...

and he can cry and be pathetic on command. effervescent

#sillie.

i thinks its cool to have zero be both fucked up and evil final boss type shit and be some sort of guide to Yo. and get sentenced to mascot hell. I'm glad that the people who made this like Zero just as much as I do lmaoooo

we got gamer paradise. now we got capitalism haven

jesus christ sjdhgfjdsfhsjk. Ichinose what have you been doing here !!

I only heard these few lines about Ichinose and the twt info we got on him and I would already die and kill for him. fucked up president of capitalism haven that forces you to give him sweets also he's gay and has huge boobs

Zero is too silly for this world. born to dilly dally. forced to lock in. just play his games already cant you see he's in pain

"oh, boy. Did I overdo it? I didn't mean to scare everyone so much." no Zero don't worry everybody loves your mind lasers

AND he can revive people! he's such a great guy isn't he!!

ever since Zero left once again, I have stopped commentating. My heart has joined the thousand, for my babygirl fucking left.

I accidentially hovered over a timestamp for too long and though I only had but a slight glimpse of the beautiful man, I come to inform all 0 of you that Ichinose is rapidly approaching and shall appear Very Soon.

i don't care for this gacha shit show me ichinose

ill just wait till we meet ichinose and then im ending this part for now

JUST WHEN I SAID IT HE'S HERE. HIIIIIIIIIIIII :3

I have high expectations for you. You will come here, slay tremendously, then leave. Do you understand your position

he's so beautiful. catboy coded. rich fuck looking but also slightly out of place in a good way. i am disturbed by the absence of trans man rack but i shall complete this hole in my heart via drawing it myself next time

and he's an ass <3

HE GOT A DANGANRONPA INTRODUCTION SJDHFKJSFGYJSEKJEH

he also looks tired as hell... the eye lines.....

call me freddy fazbear the way i. whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore whore

Zero naptime <33 goodnight king🖤

Ichinose's such a bitch I love it <3 I knew I picked a good url I mean erm I didn't who said that

"Despite I'm [sic] a mild-mannered man," doubt

well. rip in rest hotel manager!

oh nevermind he's a merciful soul <3

nevermind she's dead now. she could have just stayed silent and yet she had the audacity to be mean to my shit cat. mr Number One execute that woman

he's so fucked up. he's so extra. i am in gay, sexual, romantic, platonic, familial, sensual, aesthetic, alterous, evil love .

GUARD SEIZE THAT HARLOT

i just realized the guards have tags on their ears lol

I. LOOOOOOVE Ichinose's poses. slay. slay dude you were so much more than I expected.... you passed.........

I love how he tells them to come to the Plaza "sometime later" and to not take too long or else he's gonna get Angy...... but also doesn't even say at which precise fucking time they should come dkjhdskhgksjd just. use your intuition peasants

alright. that was a MAGNIFICENT slay. I must now depart like I promised. Until next time babes..........

I broke my promise to be normal about tribe nine

oh wait i forgor. tribe nine beta lol

Zero my angel I'd recognize that voice maybe not anywhere but like in some places

"kuronaka got 10 gold" *EAR BLASTING 9 HOUR LONG FANFARE*

hmmmmmmmmmm.. not saying anything but narrowing my eyes thoughtfully

they're trying to fnaf pizzeria simulator my ass, unfortunately for them I am an incredibly clever smart intelligent wise boy (looked at the art on tweeter)

they put kuronaka in the generic rpg torture dungeons💔💔💔 get well soon

shut the fuck up boyyyy look at the claypot. loook at my claypot boy

jesus stop jumpscaring me if i die my grandma will sue

im calling it now. lady goddess is just zero (and if so: gender win)

$laymate

if it does end up being zero it will be so fucking funny. please. let this manifest. me when i put some random dude in the generic rpg torture dungeons and make him look at claypots forever as form of foreplay also i pretend to be a statue

its that blue hair motherfucker from the promos or whatever

this is so fucking funny im tearing up. im tearing up. also they just implied that i was right. this is so fucking funny. vidio game brainwash yaoi. zero you silly man i desire you carnally

"well its not unusual for this man to do this kind of thing" please tell me more about zero's crimes against humanity .

forgot to mention this earlier but of course the protag has amnesia. not a proper kodaka game without an amnesiac protagonist. this is not a complaint

this is so funny. this is so funny.

redguy yellowguy leave that poor fucker alone. blueguy grayguy why are you just staring tell them to leave that poor fucker alone this is probably not how you approach a dude with amnesia who has been stuck in the generic rpg brainwash torture dungeon for an unspecified period of time

3d time. fuck that boy up guards induce a panic attack in this man

and the torture dungeons were just some random medium sized platform..... help me thats so embarrassing for kuronaka!!

"the village you were saying [sic] were all just drawings on the floor and on the walls!" THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING.... KURONAKA THAT'S SO EMBARASSING......

HE WAS 2 FUCKING YEARS STUCK IN THE GAME LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO EMBARASSING FOR HIM

ok. ill stop being mean to him. i promise i will be nice and understanding of his situation from now on. it must be very hard and traumatizing for him.

LMAOOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING STUPID THIS IS SO FUNNY. FUCKING IDIOT XDDDDDDDDD

also buy him brown contacts pls

ZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking look at him this shit looks biblical. look at him descending onto the mortals. this is fucking jesus imagery

nice robot hands. they're not attached yet but i will force him to become a cyborg no matter how many limbs i must detach from his body

i am not ready to hit unpause. but also im yearning.

wait look at his hand pose.... awww look at him i want him carnally

alright alright whatever im unpausing.......

so 24 city is just named like that because it's the 24th city and they ran out of ideas

24 city must be a shit place to live in, a strong breeze knocks you over and you fall one kilometer onto the pavement

"... but who would have thought that there is such a surreal area here, designed just like a video game?" zero. zero would have. that man is all about vidio game addiction i called it once and ill call it again

and he called him "the masked man" i fucking cant i need t. i need to take a breather okay i cant take this anymore

zero lore listen closely now this will be on the test (instead of listening starts imagining zero touching me in a bus and gets so hrard ii passkdf uout )

Kuronaka likes tea. +1 for Kuronaka I love tea

Zero the robot enjoyer

alright, Iroha is gonna return Kuronaka's smartphone next time and I'll end it here :] twas a pleasure. transcending experience

[sebastianshaw]

Doodles today! -  I had a sudden urge to revisit/redesign an OC from when I was 15 (I'm 33 now) He's the first character I ever RPed online, starting my main hobby that (of course) continues to this day. He's Thomas, he's a prety boy  goth catboy and idk maybe a vampire, and he's Mean - Drawing Haven as a sphinx again idk why but she looks happy - Fabian!! It’s been awhile XD

[teeth-draws]

When he’s a pain but a good root so you put up with his drama 😔✊ @shepherds-of-haven’s Chase Trinaeste and the knowledge that ✨ it’s only ok to express a desire for intimacy if it’s a joke ✨

[fidgetnano19]

Cats! 1

Chu: Okay, but hear me out. Cat. Boys.

Gawd! Alright, guess we're doing this as a bonus thing, even though I haven't finished her other prompt (Kids!) yet.

Catboy Brexton: I am a human, do not treat me like a cat, it's insulting.

Catboy Cross: If there's a chance you will feed me, I am 1,036% a cat!

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"Brex~ton!"

He glanced up from his school work, annoyed at the distraction, especially since he'd been on the verge of solving a particularly troublesome equation, one that had been bothering him all through class.

One of the girls surrounding his desk pointed behind her, toward the classroom door. "Noe Kiga's asking for you."

He pressed his face into his palm, refusing to look at the group of girls. It was bad enough, hearing them erupt into a fit of obnoxious giggles. With a sigh, he slammed the book shut, climbing to his feet and storming past them.

"I told you not to do this!" He insisted, fixing his eyes angrily on the older boy. "It's bad enough I have to live with you, the least you could do is not interfere with my school life."

"I know, but..." Noe faltered as Brexton started to walk away, hurrying to fall into step with him. "You have lunch next period, right?"

"I am not eating with you."

"Did I ask? Skip it, I have something to show you at home." He grabbed Brexton's shoulder, forcing him to hold still before he could get to the cafeteria. "Finn found this cat last night and–"

Seriously? All this was about some stupid animal Finny had dragged home? Brexton huffed, placing a hand over Noe's and yanking it off of his shoulder.

"I've said it before, right? Just because I'm a..." He caught himself in the nick of time, his cheeks burning as he became acutely aware of how crowded the hallway around them was. "It doesn't mean I actually like cats, get it?"

"I know it. But this one, um... He might hold some personal interest?"

Brexton's eyes narrowed as he peered at Noe, wondering if he was implying what it sounded like. "Fine. I'll grab my outdoor shoes and meet you near the gym."

...

Brexton fumbled with the house keys, anxious to find out more about this stray Finny had picked up. He didn't have to wait long, because the boy was standing by the door when it opened, pacing, waiting to lunge past them as soon as he could.

Noe caught him easily, hindering his plans for escape. Brexton looked him over as he fought and scratched against the hold, frowning with disdain.

"Mangy little thing, isn't he?"

"Pretty light, too." Noe agreed, carrying the boy to his bedroom and setting him down on the bed. "Quick, get the door."

Brexton slid it shut, standing in front of the only exit with his arms crossed, practically daring him to make another attempt.

"He's just a kitten..." He mused as it calmed down, sniffing at the air in the room.

Brexton watched him closely – noticing the way he tilted his head any time they moved, relying on multiple senses to place them in the room.

Intrigued, he came away from the door, approaching the boy. When he reached toward his face, he was met with sharp teeth, sinking into his finger hard enough to draw a few drops of blood.

"Hey!" Noe shouted from behind him, reaching for the cat. "You can't just–"

Brexton held up his hand, silencing him. Staring curiously at the boy, he brushed his thick fringe aside, the discoloured iris beneath confirming his suspicions. "It's not his fault, I surprised him. He's blind in this eye."

He heard Noe step forward, humming at the discovery. "Yeah, so he is... I guess I missed that."

"It was pretty clear from his body language. His hearing's good enough, though. Watch..." Brexton stood, taking several steps across the room while the kitten used his ears to track him. "Has he said anything, yet?"

"Yeah but it wasn't... I don't think he's from around here." Noe shrugged his shoulders, careful to get closer to the boy on the side where his good eye was. He scratched behind his ears, chuckling to himself when the cat leaned into his touch. "I thought maybe you could..."

"It doesn't work like that. I can tell certain things from his scent, but that's about it."

"I see... That's too bad." Noe raised to his feet again, waving Brexton out the door.

The kitten showed no interest in following them, choosing instead to curl up on the bed, tucking his gangly legs to his chest. 

"Think he'll eat tuna?" Noe questioned, digging through the cabinets in search of something to feed the boy.

Brexton wanted to complain about the cliché, to accuse him of treating them like actual cats, except the smell of fish when the can opened made his stomach growl loudly, undermining any protests he might have made.

Noe laughed, waving the can under Brexton's nose before setting it down on the counter to grab a bowl. "Should I make two servings, then?"

"No." Brexton lifted himself onto the counter, swinging his legs over the edge as he took his time to consider the situation they were in. "So, we have a child who reeks of fear, doesn't understand a word we're saying, and probably thinks we've trapped him in this house... Don't put mayo in it, just give it to him."

Noe shot Brexton a sceptical glance before shrugging, rummaging through the drawer for a pair of chopsticks.

"Finny doesn't... uh, did he change in front of her?"

"Afraid she'll learn your little secret?" Noe teased, already halfway back to the bedroom. "Don't worry, he was a cat up until I woke up this morning." He set the bowl on the bed, stepping back to give the kitten some space. He trilled, his nose twitching as he zeroed in on the bowl, more cat than human – the exact opposite of Brexton. "Hey, are they always boys?"

"Father says so. He's pretty sure it passes through the same gene that determines gender... always male, and always sterile. A complete anomaly, as far as science is concerned."

"Have you ever met another one before?"

As the boy scooped up the tuna with his hands, completely ignoring the chopsticks, Brexton had to resist the urge to step in and show him how to eat it properly. "No... There's so few of us, and most don't live very long. They get rejected by their birth parents, and end up alone on the streets – probably what happened to him." He knew it was stupid to worry about it. This was simply what happened to boys born like them, and sparing this one wouldn't change anything about that fact. Still, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do with him?"

"Well," Noe scratched at the back of his head, looking the boy over with pity. "Finn can't keep him, that much is clear. I suppose after he finishes his lunch we can just let him go back out–"

The boy changed back into a cat, his tuna-covered paws dirtying the covers of Noe's bed as he licked at the wet food in the bowl. He kept his face turned to Brexton the entire time, ears high and alert. Brexton stuck his tongue out, insulted by the insinuation.

If I wanted your food, I'd go get myself some...

"I wonder why he's a cat again..."

"I don't think he knows how to control it, yet." Brexton scooped him up, ignoring his frantic mew as the food bowl got further away. It served him right for thinking Brexton was a thief. "You really are a kitten, aren't you?"

It was a shame, really. If this boy could figure out how to change form at will, he'd be able to pass himself off as one or the other. In that case, he'd have a shot at being adopted as someone's child, or – far more likely – their pet.

"Hey, Noe... let me keep him for a couple days." Brexton held the under his arms, his back stretching so he could stand at his full height. "See if I can't teach him a thing or two."