#catfire

[therealms-number1angirl]

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

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[shoujosprkles]

little doodles of my first oc and her ugly boyfriend

[the-one-and-only-bibliography]

progress update

design by @anomalouscorvid (see this post)

feedback appreciated (i know the hands and arms are fucked. as well as the chest. i will try to unfuck them)

a couple doodles i made along the way under the cut

these were actually done before the wip above; i got suddenly heavily inspired by @/spotsupstuff and decided to draw spearmaster with a flat head

i took the first one and used it as the base for the wip above

i think i might render the second one. just for shits and giggles yaknow. its pretty nice

edit: just realized that the second doodle is. basically just spot's design, but with neck and tail frills and a lumpier tail. so as credit, here is the one post i can find where spot drew spearmaster. sorry

[eeios]

Second batch of Artfight attacks UwU GO TEAM SEAFOAM

Character credits:

1- @catfir

2- @kittika2002

3- villainfanatic (arfight)

4- Pinkspiderlillyzz (artfight)

5- Suzethegobelin (Insta)

[shaunshroom]

tagged by @paralysingpentagram to post 10 songs i've had on repeat! ♡

• fair - the amazing devil

• honeybee - steam powered giraffe

• sixft - idkhow

• intro: serendipity - bts

• forever - exo

• coffee - bts

• hieroglyphs - the oh hellos

• spring day - bts

• run - bts

• daydream - jhope

tagging uhhh @broth-boy @bayoulou @catfir @lovelylittlemoth i have like 2 ppl here anyway ♡ none of yall feel pressured this was just funsies :3

[deekurii]

My (probably) last attack of the year and I'm really proud of it. Character belongs to user Catfir

[chain-draws-stuff]

His plan catfired

[gsminerva]

[therealms-number1angirl]

[shoujosprkles]

I Show an oc I have with no name 👁👁👍 hes a flirty snake guy and I think he’s neat 🏃‍♂️

[lovely-narichan]

そして同じく〈MOOSIC LAB2018〉より 短編部門「catfire」奥村徹也監督 長編部門「普通は走り出す」渡辺紘文監督 を観ま～すヽ(^。^)ノ #萩原みのり #松本まりか #古賀哉子 #加藤才紀子 #ほのか #永井ちひろ #渡辺紘文 #トリプルファイヤー #普通は走り出す #狐火 #シバノソウ #奥村徹也 #木村香代子 #木村圭介 #津留崎夏子 #寺井義貴 #松井大悟 #catfire #MOOSICLAB #シネマスコーレ (シネマスコーレ) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvJZiV3DPTY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mo1fvtrudx7d

[d0rit0janu]

I decided to join a tf2 oc rp hub and this is my pyro catfire 

[therealms-number1angirl]

OMGOSH THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL 😭❤️

let it snow

For @authorgirl0131, for the Seven Realms Secret Santa!

General | Han Alister/Raisa ana’Marianna | Fluff, Snowball Fight, Ice Skating, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon

Summary: The first snowfall after the events of The Crimson Crown.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut.

The snow fell gently, dusting the city below Raisa ana’Marianna as she stood in her room, looking out of the window.

It had been three months since her marriage — three months married to Han, three months since the Demonai and wizards had worked together to rout the Ardenine army and General Klemath’s mercenaries, three months in which Montaigne had licked his wounds and failed to mount any serious attack. Raisa knew his counterattack would be coming — she had refused his hand in marriage and then defeated him in battle; there was no way he’d ever let her go — but he wouldn’t make a move until the summer. If he tried it now, his troops would freeze, starve, and/or be easy pickings for the Demonai. For now, Fells was safe.

Warm arms wrapped around her from behind, but Raisa didn’t flinch, turning to face Han as he held her close. “You weren’t there when I woke up,” he said in explanation, voice rough with sleep.

“My apologies.” She smiled, leaning in to kiss him, and forgot about the world for a moment in the feel of his lips on hers.

Han pulled back, however, shivering slightly. “It’s cold. Come back to bed.”

“Consider that you might only be cold because you’re not wearing a shirt,” Raisa replied.

“Are you complaining?”

“Of course not.” She grinned at him, running her hands across his shoulders and down his arms, pressing a kiss to his collarbone and noting the goosebumps that appeared along his skin. “You’re the one saying you’re cold.”

He huffed, kissing her again, probably to get her to stop talking. “Is there a reason you’re awake?”

“It’s snowing.”

Han followed her gaze out of the window. “Good for keeping the Ardenine army away,” he noted.

“And also for snowball fights.”

“We are not going to have a snowball fight,” Han said.

~

They were having a snowball fight.

And in the courtyard of the castle, no less. The snow had fallen thick and fast, as it usually did in the Fells, burying the courtyard in a foot-thick layer. Raisa had cancelled all the meetings for the day (“it’s snowing, General Dunedain, Arne isn’t about to invade, I think today’s meeting can wait”) and he’d been helpless to resist as she dragged him outside. Cat and Dancer had come as well.

Perhaps the snowball fight was slightly childish, but Han didn’t particularly care, because he got to see Raisa laugh (even if the price was taking a snowball to the head).

Han burst out laughing in turn at the look on Raisa’s face as his snowball slammed into her, though he stopped when Cat’s perfectly aimed return throw knocked him back a step. Dancer sent two snowballs back at the girls, one of which Raisa dodged while the other hit Cat on the shoulder. Raisa ducked behind a makeshift barricade she’d built, and Han raised a snowball, ready to throw as soon as she reappeared — only to get hit in the face by another snowball from Cat, which made him miss his moment and get hit three times by Raisa before he brushed enough snow out of his face that he could see. Dancer had managed to get Cat, but she’d retaliated viciously and he was retreating beneath her attack.

The two boys regrouped behind their own barricade. “Wish we could use magic,” Han complained.

“We’d win too easily,” Dancer replied. That, of course, was precisely why they’d agreed that magic was cheating, and it was true that it’d give them an unfair advantage, especially with Dancer’s unique ability to control the elements (including the snow itself) — but that didn’t change the fact that they were going to lose without it.

With a sigh, Han began making snowballs by hand. “Last-ditch attempt to charge them?”

Dancer nodded, and the two stood up from the wall they’d built to run at the girls, who immediately bombarded them with snowballs. Cat launched herself over the barrier at Dancer, knocking him down. Han didn’t stop, however, running all the way to the barricade behind which Raisa was standing as she threw snowballs.

They ended up lying in the snow, Raisa sitting on top of him with a snowball raised threateningly, and he couldn’t resist pulling her down into a kiss. The snowball dropped harmlessly into a drift beside him.

Then, of course, he had to use the moment to his advantage and shove some snow into her face. The moments that it took her to re-orient herself allowed him to get well away before she began to chase after him, screaming bloody murder, and he knew he’d most likely end up with his own faceful of snow.

~

There was a small lake a little way away from Fellsmarch, and Raisa snuck away from Cat and Dancer (not particularly difficult, as they were making out, though perhaps she wasn’t one to judge) to bring Han there.

She remembered skating there many times as a child, her mother showing her how to balance on the skates and then how to move on them, how to turn, how to spin, how to go backwards, until she was as nimble on the ice as she was on land, if not more so. It’d been one of the few times that she hadn’t felt jealous of Mellony for the attention that she got from their mother — Mellony had been too young to skate when Raisa had started, and even when she was old enough, she preferred to stay inside.

So Raisa had fond memories of the lake, and she hoped she could make more now, with Han at her side. If the lake was frozen, that is; it was early enough in the year that it might not be, but the temperature was low enough that she hoped so. And if not, they could always come back some other time.

“I don’t know how to ice skate,” Han protested.

“I taught you how to dance, I can teach you to skate,” she replied teasingly.

Han smiled involuntarily, and they continued on to the lake.

It was indeed frozen, and it didn’t crack when they threw rocks into the middle, so Raisa pulled on the skates she’d brought before helping Han with the ones she’d got him. He stood up, wavering slightly as he tried to balance, but he managed to remain standing.

“Now follow me,” she said.

Han fell. Several times. By the third time, she’d realized that she needed to stick closer beside him rather than expecting him to know how to skate immediately (it should have been obvious, but it had been a long time since she’d learned to skate herself), and so she held his hands, moving backward while facing him so that he could find his feet.

That meant, of course, that when he fell, she fell as well, and they ended up on the ground together more often than not. The falls grew less often as time went on, though, until Raisa went from skating backwards to skating at his side, holding hands. It eventually became clear that they really didn’t need to be holding hands any longer — Han wasn’t falling much anymore — but neither one particularly wanted to let go.

She told him about all those days learning to skate here, and the conversation devolved into simply discussing their lives, telling stories about all those little details of the other’s life that they’d never had a chance to learn. They didn’t discuss the war, by mutual if silent consensus, and Raisa didn’t think she’d ever laughed so much before.

Eventually, however, they started to feel cold, and they had to pack up and head home. Magret had somehow known that they were coming, bringing them mugs of hot cocoa as they sat by the fire in their room. Cat complained that she was supposed to be Raisa’s bodyguard, and she couldn’t exactly protect her if she was constantly running off, but subsided when Magret offered her a mug of cocoa as well.

~

Somebody found a board game, and the evening passed in warmth and laughter (aside from the fact that Cat was definitely cheating, though nobody seemed to believe Han when he said so — perhaps it was because he was winning, despite Cat’s cheating). Raisa curled up, leaning against his shoulder, watching Cat and Han bicker while Dancer laughed at the two of them and Magret served seemingly unending mugs of cocoa.

Tomorrow, they’d have to think about Arne again, about Montaigne’s plans for revenge, about the war. But for now, it was snowing outside, and the fire was warm, and the worries could wait until tomorrow.

Han smiled, an arm curving up to hold Raisa close.

[shaunshroom]

YAHOO I MADE A THING :D my friends (@dpc-art and @catfir-art) and i did a silly drawing prompt thingy together. this manifested in my brain at the words "bloody paintbrush" and i rolled with it >:D

[honks-n-stonks]

Glasses wearers blinded by the lust for soup (steam)

[thefirekeepcr-blog]

❦ (( brow wiggles about catfire))

Had to use this, just for you Emi