#catish

[ivvmell]

actually, im very into poorly drawing amity in paint

[cat-brrr]

[dragonspiral-tower]

finally figured out how to draw claire lol

[explodereblogs]

Guys–

Guys plz follow me on @catdrawz instead agejsbhxabska 😭😭🙏

[stealingyourspins]

Oh i love this let me just-

Said grumbles and growls are low and deep, akin to the frequency of tiger growls, the frequency that unconsciously activates humans fight or flight

Humans can’t recreate it perfectly but they can do a rough approximation.

The other ninja will sometimes try to recreate the growls, stopping after realizing their attempts of dragon speech sounds like a kitten growling at a lion.

Then Lloyd comes along and does the same thing the other ninjas have done, try to recreate Master Wu’s growls. Lloyd’s impression was far more accurate. Initially it was rough but it still held that deep tonal rumble that set the ninjas hairs on end.

As the years passed by Lloyd got better and better at mimicking Master Wu’s growls, eventually realizing from context clues what they meant. After his initial shock of finding out the true meaning, he started to use them properly, swearing in Draconic instead of English.

After Misako joined the ninja on Destiny’s Bounty, she started noticing Lloyd’s rumbles. She’s never heard Draconic in person but she’s read dozens of texts on Draconic speech and can connect the dots when Lloyd growls up a storm after stubbing his toe on the corner of a recently moved table (Misako meant to move it back she was just doing a bit of cleaning to pass the time on the ship).

She’s appalled of her son using such language, in English or Dragon’s tongue, it was not acceptable.

This nasty habit however wouldn’t have started if not for Wu. She has some words to say to the son of the first spinjitsu master

Lloyd swears, but never in any human language. Instead they kinda grumble and growl like a dragon. They learnt it because when they first moved in with the ninja Wu used to curse ALOT. He used to grumble and the rest of the ninja just thought it was normal and just somthing he did but Lloyd started picking up on it after awhile.

Misako can't speak in dragon but she understands a decent amount. She was not happy when Lloyd started copying Wu.

[seraph5]

✨Boopin John’s Snoot ✨

So when I first designed John I designed him to have no nose really, just two slits because I really wanted to lean into a strong alien/ not of this world look however the more I’ve been drawing him he more I’ve been enjoying this very subtle deer-like (get it doe)/catish sort of subtle mound of a nose. I feel like it gives me so much more to work with in terms of expression and profile and I like to imagine Arthur booping him sometimes as a treat.

[lesfir]

Catish ver and Inspiration

[lunaoritur]

Luna grinned, adjusting her hold on the book she was reading and lowering her gaze toward it again. " Oh yes, dere's a lot of us penguins. Eighteen living species, ta' be exact, twenty-five extinct. I am of the Aptenodytes forsteri species -- most people know dat as an Emperor penguin, but I know dat asss...me. "

He found himself speechless, unsure whether to consider her to be the crazy one or HIMSELF. Delulu both ways. "Fossils... Maybe... maybe I AM dreaming", coughed and looked around in search for the cameras to reveal themselves and announce him as another victim of Punk'd. "So, who's WE? Are there more of you? Don't tell me there's more. Where am I?"

[lu-dao-writes]

A Harmless Procedure (Kuras x Reader) (Fingering)

Synopsis A checkup gone sexy.

Warning(s) Hand fetish, throat fingering, gn!reader, quickly edited, MDNI.

A/N Starting out simple, but don’t worry, it’ll get more nasty as we go lol. @vermilionsun hosted a kinktober event for Touchstarved! I initially wasn’t going to do kinktober cause I was stressing about committing, and porn can be hard and can get boring. But once I sat down and planned, I just kept going 🤣.

You’ve been through this enough times already, so you know what’s going to happen, but you’re still nervous. 

No, you’re not scared of doctors, especially not Kuras. You’re nervous about when he has to check the back of your throat. 

You see… You kinda got a hand fetish, and you’re a wee bit obsessed with Kuras’s hands, having a fantasy of him fingering your throat, and amongst other things.

It really gets you all hot and bothered and sometimes you can’t sit still when it comes to your checkups. 

“You’re so nervous,” Kuras’s smooth voice rings in your ears, grabbing your attention. He’s got a catish little smile on his face, eyes shining almost knowingly that it makes you swallow. 

“Am I?” you manage to ask. 

“You forget that I’m taking your pulse,” he reminds you, looking even more amused. 

‘Kill me now,’ you thought as you look down at his warm fingers pressing against your pulse. 

“I’m just distracted,” you supply uselessly.

Kuras hums before continuing with his duties, occasionally murmuring about something. 

Then comes the hard part. 

“Open up,” Kuras orders politely.

You notice he doesn’t have the wooden stick in his hands. It makes you pause. 

“Come now, we don’t have all day,” he encourages, lips curling. 

‘Does… Does he know??’

You squeeze your legs together tightly before opening your mouth timidly. And just as you thought, Kuras sinks those long, elegant, and warm fingers into your mouth, and you can’t suppress the moan that leaves you. 

Kuras looks positively delighted, his free hand delicately cradling your chin as the pads of his fingers stroke your tongue, inching closer and closer to the back of your throat. 

“Just as I suspected,” he coos. “This is what’s been distracting you all those times.”

Kuras continues to finger your mouth, enjoying your little gags and moans and watching your expression morph into something more shameless. “Oh, look at you… It’s almost as if I’ve fucked you dumb~.”

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

The Heart is an Ocean (Dark!Aemond x reader/oc (titanic au!) PART 2

Darkish aemond x reader/oc (?) (TITANIC THEMED!)

Cool devider credits: its uhm me.

Tags: Au Aemond, criminal Aemond, angst and hurt titanic au aemond x oc aemond x you aemond x

🔷Summary: You attend the ship of dreams, the Balerion in hope of finding your match to enrichen your family. But fate is cruel for those who dream. And the Balerion might not even reach the harbor of Valyria.

🔷Author's note: ''WILL THIS BE THE MOVIE REWRITTEN'' ASHSHSHDH I WISH! NO, its so not the movie. I was planning on naming the ship ''Titanic'' but I could not do that, it felt so icky. Big fan of the movie, big fan of books, the boat in general, and big nerd of it all. I went with a copy of the boat, and named it the Balerion. The route was original from Belfast to America i think but it will be from Crownlands to Valyria.

🔷Wordcount:5000

Warnings can be found under here

🔷Warnings: blood, arranged marriages, smoking, cocaine, illegal drugsdealing, eventually...you know, and murder. (the you know refers to the well-known fate of the boat) Classism, violence (not aimed at OC) and darkish criminal ruthless aemond.

TAGLIST: @namelesslosers

The morning after the ship had set sail, you finally awoke after a terrible night of sleep. The bed had been new, unused before and comfortable but it did not meet your standards, you told yourself so at least. Anything to avoid the truth: You had nightmares that kept you awake. Worries and concerns.

Your father had died this year, and now you had to find a new husband to ensure your family’s fortune. Your mother had no regard or respect for age. It wouldn’t have married if she could marry you to a rich walking skeleton, she would have done it. 

Your maid, Esera arrived earlier that day, her face distraught as she greeted you with a curtsy. You smiled. Yes, the two of you were friends. But it was nice that someone, anyone, at least pretended you still mattered. That you still had some renown and worth. That you weren’t destined to fail, doomed to sink.

You allowed yourself to be bathed, dressed in a fine new silk gown and let her brush your hair. All while she kept looking as if someone had just stepped on her toes. ‘’You look more miserable than I feel,’’ You commented, sharp as a knife with a catish sly grin on your face. ‘’If it’s juicy gossip, you must share it with me.’’ 

Esera finally put down the brush after combing the same locks for ten long wasteful minutes. She nodded. You were never good at remembering and reading faces, but her spoke to you as a book. Whatever had happened, it was serious. You quickly gestured to the side of your bed, that she had made just earlier for you. You did not want her to faint. Thankful, she sat down.

‘’M’lady, it is such awful news.’’ She said, You nodded, already impatient to hear the truth and whatever scandal had unfolded among the passengers. She took a deep breath and when you read her eyes, even you, someone who has such difficulty reading people, could tell she was terrified. ‘’There is someone missing. A servant.’’ She announced. 

You heard the words back in your head. Missing? How could anyone go missing? Well, it was a large boat but still. ‘’I am not sure what you mean.’’ You said, convinced that it was just a lazy servant taking a nap somewhere he was not allowed to be to begin with.

She rattled on. ‘’A steward. They said his name was Erryk. Apparently, he never showed up for the morning shifts. His brother is inconsolable. He has a job below deck, he does something with the coal.’’ He likely made sure that the Balerion kept going steadily, picking up its ridiculous speed as the ship sailed around the seas.

You watched as Esera started pulling her nails, the color drained from her face. ‘’I am just so horrified, m’lady. And I already fear boats.’’ She sniffed. You couldn’t help but look around, unknown of what to do as your servant wept.  You patted her back once, twice, and after that, you gave up. 

Boats didn’t scare you. But the Balerion did. It was so massive, so huge, so endless without end or beginning that your brain didn’t know how to wrap itself around it. The idea that you were one step away from becoming a shark meal didn’t help either.

You removed some tears from your dress with a napkin, and sat back down in front of the vanity. You opened the drawer and fished out your favorite perfume. You applied a heavy amount of it, hoping to haunt whoever would come close to you for the rest of this day. ‘’Well, what can we do about it? The Balerion is a massive boat.’’ You weren’t going to make this a you-problem. You had enough you-problems.

Esera nodded. You had just put your perfume down, as the door of your cabin slammed open and your mother threw herself into the entrance, running at you with an impressive speed that both surprised you and terrified you.  ‘’My dear darling!’’ She giggled with delight. Until she saw your servant, sitting on your bed linen. She only had to click her fingers, and Esera left your room, looking possibly even worse than before. 

You raised a brow at your mother. ‘’Do what do I owe the pleasure?’’ Truth was, she was your mother and Lady Waters still. She paid for your cabin. But you don’t appreciate people entering without knocking. It is what separates the men from the animals, in your honest opinion.

She waved a paper in your face. Quite rude. You snatched it out of her hands, reading the paper with disinterest. It had the colors of the Velyaron line, likely an event organized by the ship itself. It was about a social gathering, a ball, happening a few days later. Your mother was like a pitbull. If she smelled an opportunity for you to get a husband, she bit and wouldn’t let go. ‘’I snatched this from the announcement board. There will be a grant ball. All noble ladies are invited, as are the gentlemen. It is the perfect opportunity for you to find a nice, rich husband.’’ She said, cupping your chin into her hands and looking at you as if you were going to solve all her problems. 

You tilted your head, already dreading this ball. ‘’Momma, I am not sure anyone on this ship is even interested in a marriage. I tried yesterday in the café and-’’ You were hushed as your mother sniffled your neck, oblivious to what you told her. Ignoring the truth, as always.

She looked disgusted, wiping away some perfume you had just applied. ‘’Why do you always apply so much perfume? You are a lady, not a whore. Begone with you. I must try to find a way to get you a gown for the ball.’’ She told you, ushering you out of your own rooms. 

‘’The red one?’’ It was your favorite one with red shiny stones. You looked amazing in it, and it was the gown you last wore when your father was still alive. A true precious gown, as silly as it may be.

Your mother shook her head. ‘’We sold the red one, dear.’’

You turned your head so fast, you were afraid that it would snap and roll off from your neck, to glare at her. You didn’t know that. She likely did it when you were packing for this horrendous journey on the seven hellish seas. ‘’It had to be done, Cristella! You aren’t married yet, which means more and more of our precious heirlooms will end up by some dirty peasant.’’ The local pawn shops, she meant. The idea that some peasant was now walking around in your gorgeous Visenya Dalararis gown, it hurted you. Deeply. 

You huffed, slamming the door behind you as you left your cabin. You could not give a rat’s ass about being a proper lady. At that moment, you didn’t want to care. But you still did. You cared. And you cared too much about that. Finding a husband was not an easy task. Tales of your fall to ruin had spread far and wide and the only men that would be interested in you, were likely living under a rock, or that old that their memory was failing them.

You had not your own life to think about. You had two sisters, and a mother, all depending on you to find a rich husband. You never thought you would be responsible for so many people, and you never knew how crushing the weight of being the carebringe was. It was enough to make you feel like you were sinking, alone at sea in the dark.

Your breath caught in your lungs, as you tried to make sense of a terrible situation. Either you would marry some fossil that was old enough to witness the first men come to Westeros, or you will fail and condemn your family to a life on the streets. You know your family. You would not make for good beggars. You would all starve, freeze, die. 

You would like to cry. You did force yourself, to let the tears come out. But stopped as you realized, no one cared about your tears anymore. Any gentleman knew of the bankruptcy. The only thing you had then, was your beauty. Your grace. And your pride. A single tear rolled down your left cheek, drawing the pattern of a splatter paint drop. They could take your money. And your dresses. But they could never take away your pride.

You gathered the courage, wiped at your cheek the tear with your gloves, and left your cabin to enter the one belonging to your sisters. As usual, Maelys was still in bed at this hour, glaring at you as she was reading a book. ‘’Good morning, sister.’’ She said, and you could hear she was not that pleased to see you. You greeted her with an uninterested wave.

Your other sister, Dysera was already up and dressed, smiling patiently at you, her gloved hands folded neatly in her lap. You weren’t good at reading people, but you knew Dy as your own pocket. Maybe because you two were much alike. And you knew at that moment, she was looking for trouble. Dismissive, you went to grab your coin purse. ‘’Where are you going?’’ She asked, her voice surprisingly light and eager.

You didn’t know where you were going, both in life and on the ship. Her question made you realize that and made you lash out. ‘’to have breakfast.’’ You told her and it was the truth. You were planning on getting a nice warm toasted loaf of bread and a baked egg for you, and you alone. Just eating in silence as the toast melted on your tongue, oh, the delight. No sisters were part of this fantasy and you intended to keep it that way. 

But your sister jumped at the idea of leaving the hellish cabin and you could not blame her for it. Well, maybe a little. ‘’I am coming with you!’ She said, delighted. You frowned. That was not the plan. ‘’Maybe I’ll find a husband there, before you do.’’ She started and laughed, but it hurt you that she dared to even say that. 

‘’Maybe you won’t,’’ you stepped closer and smiled, hiding your anger behind your catty smile and your beautiful eyelids. ‘’I heard men like women who can offer something. If they simply wanted comfort, they’d take a whore or a pet. Now, scurry off.’’ And that hurted her. She would never inherit anything. You would. You watched as her eyes filled with tears. 

You sighed as you walked away, leaving the cabin. You passed the sign. 192B. A insult. The B deck was all they could afford. A shame, truly. in more ways than one. You had enough of the day and it had just started. You needed a smoke, a drink, perhaps both at the same time. You laughed quietly in yourself as you left the deck, entering the main deck, where gentlemen and ladies alike were conversing, strolling and just enjoying the calm weather.

You decided to go to another café than the one your mother had rented for your speeddates. This one was called the Octopus and had a ugly sign outside of it, but you were hungry and too lazy to go look anywhere else. You sat down at a table and ordered your meal, waiting impatiently as the servants rushed around you, serving meals and taking orders from other customers.

You were tested. Some of these ‘’customers’’  didn’t even seem…Well, they sure smelled like they should be eating two decks below. Or not aboard a boat at all, truly. But in the docks. In a dark alley. They didn’t wear fancy gowns, suits with hats befitting the latest fashion, they smelled as if they hadn’t washed in centuries and had the manners of a barn animal. In truth it was all terribly unsetting and upsetting.

The staff did give you a glass of champagne prior, thank the seven gods. You had not much happening as a girl in a dark red coloured dress approached with lace covering her shoulders. Eyes turned as she entered, and you had to admit, that included yourself. She had white, gorgeous classic Valyrian hair, styled in a beautiful knot that clearly was defying gravity on its own. You were impressed.

Until you saw the hatred in her eyes when she finally found you sitting at the table. You ignored her at first, as any sane woman would. Whatever she had going on, it was not going to become your problem.

You waited for your pancakes, becoming more impatient and hungry as every moment passed. ‘’I was hoping I’d see you today.’’ You looked around, to see who had the audacity to attempt to make conversation while you were starving, angry, tired and seasick.

The girl stood in front of you, arms crossed like she had accomplished something. She had in fact, not accomplished anything. You were not impressed. You actually felt sorry for her. Whoever her parents were, they raised a true brat. ‘’And you are?’’ You asked, hiding a laugh.

She laughed as well but hers was fake and insincere.‘’Perhaps you know my sister. Beautiful, gorgeous, rich.’’ It all came back to you. That Baela girl that stole your man and insulted you. Yet you pretended you didn't know, just to get her angry. You pretend to think, sipping your champagne glass.

While you were sipping champagne, you faked a gasp, quickly putting your glass down and looked at the girl. ‘’Does she have an ego the size of Westeros and Essos combined and does she smell of desperation?” You sat down, your face calm and a cold mask as you grinned at the girl’s furious face. ‘’How lovely that your sister felt so scared that she sent you to find me.’’

The girl scoffed, laughing to avoid the fact that you did hurt her feelings. You saw through her as if she was made of glass, however. ‘’I assume you know who I am?’’ That was a bold statement. It took you five years to learn the name of your own handmaid. How in the seven hells were you supposed to know the name of any random passenger on this boat?

And aside that, you also…Well, you didn’t care. ‘’I am sorry, if I knew the name of every second class passenger, my head would explode.’’ You commented, sipping from your champagne when watching her become more and more furious. 

The woman gathered her courage, and her strength. ‘’I am Lady Rhaena Targaryen.’’ Ah. Your thoughts were whisked away to a wicked smile on pink soft lips, lips belonging to a certain smoking gentleman. His smile captivated you as you noticed your lips breaking into a smirk. Mr Targaryen did not seem to even be remotely like her. 

‘’And now the part where I am supposed to care who you are?’’ You rang out, dryly as you downed your entire glass in frustration. A targaryen girl, so stunning, so fierce, that was going to be a problem. She would steal all eligible bachelors from you, bleed them dry and have them ruined. You could not afford that. 

The girl leaned in and when she attempted to whisper something of a threat in your ear. ‘’You think you have won this, little Bastard. But you are not even close to tasting victory. Men want class, riches and fame. Your dowry is good enough to maybe buy cup of coffee.’’ She finished brutally. It got under your skin. It did. Because you knew, she was right. You waited for the waiter to bring you and Rhaena two fresh glasses of champagne, and accidentally emptied yours over her head. Furious and fuming, you left the cafe.

You had to get out of there. Fresh tears threatened to fall. To ruin everything you worked so hard for.

A voice called out to you, surprising you. ‘’Miss Waters!’’

Aemond Targaryen had followed you. He looked as handsome as ever, wearing a a suit unlike most of the gentlemen. He also had a plate of pancakes in his hands, offering it to you with an apologetic gentle smile. ‘’Pardon me, but you had forgotten your order.’’ You were amused, raising your brows at him.

‘’Is this how you hope to earn your money to provide for a wife, Mr Targaryen? 'By playing waiter?’’ It was a coy tease as brief as a wink. He took it well, smiling despite your insult.

‘’Why, I never would. Rest assured, my future wife can buy all the Seven Kingdoms and I still would be rich.’’ He was bragging, trying to impress you. You faked a subtle smile, keeping your eyes on him at all cost as you took a small elegant bite of the pancake he had brought you.

You brought your fingers to your chin, cleaning the corners of your mouth as Aemond watched, breathless. ‘’I believe we discussed what I thought of Cocky men.’’ You reminded him of that for your own sake.

Aemond gestured to the brim of the ship, inviting you over to watch the waves. You followed, but kept appropriate distance. ‘’This boat is ridiculous. Do the Velyarons need to compensate for something?’’ You remarked.

To your surprise, he laughed, briefly smirking too. ‘’I assure you, they do. I heard Lord Daemon and Lady Laena no longer share a room.’’ You loved scandalous gossip. And you loved that this was about the Mother of lady Baela. Seems that her parents aren’t as perfect as she pretends to be either.

You know Daemon is a known rag, often preferring to lay with younger ladies and that his bed has seen more women on it than a whorehouse. ‘’Why, whatever could be the reason?’’ You asked, your voice soft and innocent. Aemond tilted his head, his tongue briefly licking his lips clearly somewhere else.

He shook his head, his silver hair danced. ‘’But it is not appropriate for me, to discuss such vile rumors with a proper lady.’’ He said, reminding himself of his duties. He even stepped back to create more distance. And you found yourself stepping closer to him, almost dreading to be separated, drawn to him by a force beyond your understanding.

You sweetly lowered your eyes, your lips pouting. ‘’You are such a tease, Mr Targaryen.’’ But two could play that game. You would show him. ‘’May I ask you to accompany me to the better decks? I seem to have forgotten where my room is.’’ You replied, hooking your arms into his own. He seemed to smirk as you two strolled over the deck, and Aemond received a lot of angry, jealous glares. 

‘’So, tell me more about the drama.’’ You whispered in his ear as the two of you finally had found some shade under a big parasol. Aemond laughed and it sounded forced for a brief moment. 

You needed the information to make the campaign for Baela, Rhaena and possibly Laena impossible. They could not find a husband. Well, at least, not before you. ‘’Laena kicked Daemon out of their cabin. He was found in bed with another married woman, who was recently widowed.’’ Aemond tells you, his voice a seductive hushed whisper.

You covered your mouth with your free hand, faking disgust as you were possibly overjoyed. ‘’My!” You gasped, but you were delighted. ‘’Such vile things indeed.’’ He nodded.

Aemond nodded, agreeing with you, his disgust clearly readable from his face. He did not like Daemon. You could tell. ‘’I should not have told you. Now I have soiled your ears, dirtied your mind.’’ He was scolding himself.

You huffed, insulted at this. You were not a child. ‘’I assure you, I am quite capable of vile things myself.’’ You said, as you two made your way to the deck. You walked past the cafe, and multiple people including Rhaena took notice of you on the arm of Aemond Targaryen. You waved, smiling sweetly through the window as Rhaena almost choked on her drink, her sister Baela looked just as miserable.

To that, Aemond let out a delighted sigh. ‘’I shall spare no details. Daemon was found with not one, not two, but three whores in his bed.’’ That confused you. One whore had to be enough, surely.

You looked puzzled and Aemond knew, which is why he grinned, smirking brightly. ‘’Why does a man need three whores?’’ You asked, voicing your confusion. That sounded expensive too.

Aemond leaned in a little closer, his breath hot in your neck as he whispered. ‘’Maybe to watch them play with one another?’’ He suggested, and you wondered quietly, briefly, for a mere moment, if Aemond would like the same. If he too, had vile thoughts. You quickly shook off those thoughts, scolding yourself for even having them.

You know Aemond meant the act. Yet you want to tease and know more. ‘’Play, what? Cards?’’ You asked, with an innocent smirk. Aemond opened and closed his mouth, reading you very well.

He grinned. ‘’Who is a tease again? You know much more than you pretend to know, Miss Waters.’’

You shrugged, and when you both were alone in a hallway on the deck, you briefly smiled at him, surprising him. ‘’I never said I didn’t, Mr Targaryen.’’ You waited for Aemond to walk around the corner, before you trapped him against the walls of the ship.

Aemond let out a surprised shriek, eying you with much desire and want as you held him into place. You were relieved there were no witnesses. You caressed his chest, searching for his cigarettes already. He acted fast, grabbing your hand and pinning you against the walls instead, smirking as he leaned in closer.

He cupped your chin with his fingers, grinning as you went speechless. ‘’You still owe me for the first one you stole.’’ He said, a smirk dancing on his lips. This man.

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach, as well as your own arousal. ‘’What will you do about that?’’ You asked, trying to sound careless and fearless.

But he could read you all too well, and smirked, bringing his lips closer to your own. ‘’I don’t know. You must be held accountable.’’ He said, as if he was thinking deeply. ‘’Yes, a nice punishment will do.’’ Punishment? You scoffed.

‘’Will you put me on your knee and spank me?’’ You asked, in anger. 

His answer surprised and shocked you. He simply leaned in closer, brushing with his nose against your own and touched your lips with his fingers. ‘’Maybe one day.’’ He whispered and you felt as if he made you and himself a promise.

You were speechless. ‘’For now, a nice evening out will do. I shall pay for dinner and we can talk about our mutual hate for the Velyaron family. How does that sound?’’ You could not be seen with another man. Not going out with him, at least.

‘’Mr Targaryen-’’ You started but Aemond silenced you by firmly putting you back against the wall, smirking as you briefly whimpered softly.

He whispered softly. ‘’Men want what other men have. Seeing you on my arm, it makes them wild. Just say yes, Love. What else do you have to do anyway?’’ He asked. 

‘’I,’’ You stuttered, shocked at the audacity and the brutality. How dare he? And yet, you liked it.

‘’Excellent.’’ Was all Aemond said, taking distance and folding his hands on his back. He gave a respectful bow but his smirk did not match that all. ‘’I shall pick you up, 8 o’clock sharp. And I will have something sent over to your cabin, you may wear it, if you like it.’’ He smirked, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your heart racing.

—

Aemond sat that afternoon, in his own cabin. He had placed his leather boots on the salontable, smoking a cigarette after escorting the Waters girl home. He pictured her shocked and flustered face when he offered to take her out again. Nothing came close to seeing that uncertainty. The same uncertainty he faced for years. It was justice. She starved him. He would only take revenge. It was fair. Needed, in a way.

Cregan finally entered the cabin, bringing a neat suit for Aemond. Aemond sized it up, inspecting it for any wrongs. ‘’You did well, picking this one. Miss Waters is a very picky bee.’’ He confided in his best friend. ‘’If as much as a single stitch is out of order, I may never hold her hand again.’’ He made his voice a soft dramatic whimper. Cregan laughed, and soon, Aemond joined.

‘’As if she even has a choice, soon.’’ Aemond commented. ‘’Once the Captain’s Ball takes place, I put her in a scandal, and she’ll have no choice but to consent to marry  me.’’ It was the perfect plan. He just had to act kind until the scandal. He wasn’t sure what scandal he would pull just yet. He would not force himself upon her. No, never. So, that meant, another, but maybe just as brutal and heartbreaking way to end her social society status. To take home the Queen and clear out the board, once and for all.

A rough, but eager voice ran out as Criston ran into the cabin, surprising Aemond. ‘’We might have a problem.’’ Criston said, and to Aemond’s displeasure, the man was covered in blood. Aemond raised a brow, removing both his boots from the table and jumped to his feet. What could have happened?

Cole smirked. ‘’You need to tie down that brat of yours soon. A man was dancing with her, moments after you had brought her to the cabin.’’ Aemond’s blood boiled. So, she was very well capable of making her way to the cabin alone. She played him. Again.

‘’What man?’’ Aemond responded, sweetly. ‘’And I assume there’s a marvelous reason why you are covered in blood?’’

—-

Aemond had never enjoyed being a killer. He was good at it, yes. But he never took pride or happiness from kills. Unless they were his enemies. Cole had shown Aemond a spare storage room, where the gentleman that had dared to dance with his Queen, was present. Tied up and gagged. The man in question was old, boring and would never statisfy the Waters girl. He knew it.

Aemond lowered his favorite knife against the throat of the man, forcing the man to gulp as he started to draw a thin line, causing blood to jump out of the wound. ‘’Why did you dance with Miss Waters?’’ He asked, his voice a low growl.

‘’She’s a lovely lass.’’ The man responded, as Cole had removed his gag. Aemond shared a brief glance with Cole. That was the weakest excuse he ever heard. Miss Waters was not a lovely lass, no, she was the Stranger reborn, he was certain of it.

‘’Hm,’’ Aemond said, tilting his head with a smile. ‘’You do understand she is bankrupt, yes? All the money she had, is invested in this trip.’’ He informed the man, hoping it would scare him off as a rat in the harbor.

And it did. He seemed utterly shocked at Aemond's words. Furious, even. ‘’She is? But I assumed…’’ Aemond’s interest finally peaked, and he grabbed the man by his hair, hissing in his face.

‘’What did you assume?’’

The man gulped. ‘’Jacaerys Velyaron was heard bragging about her. How he had her in his pocket. I assumed if Jace is interested….’’ The man fell silent once again. Aemond cursed, closing his eyes. Jace was Interested. ''Never mind, I shall focus on another lady instead.'' He promised Aemond.

Aemond scoffed, grinning madly. ''You already touched what belongs to me. You must pay for that.'' He said. ''You touched my Queen. You will die for that.''

The poor man did not intend to die for that, and tried to plead. ''She's of no use to me! You can have her! I am sure if-'' Aemond had heard enough. He grabbed the man by his throat, drove a knife into his stomach for a slow, painful dead and simply pulled the knife in, and out, watching flesh and blood pour out of the wound which each sweet pull. He imagined the reaction if Miss Waters was here to watch him.  

Soon, she too would be on her knees. As would the entire world. It would all be his for the taking. As it always should have been. Miss Waters was his, the world was his, and nothing would stand in his way. ‘’Make sure this mess gets cleaned up. And we need to think of a possible emergency plan for my new wife.’’ Aemond ordered his men. He had a lot to think about, and so little time. His wife was waiting for him soon, and he needed to charm her.

Cregan began with cutting the corpse loose from the chair. ‘’I mean, you can’t kidnap her, can you?’’ He offered, and it was a solid idea, had this been a novel. It was not a novel. He needed her consent, he needed her on her knees, begging him to marry her. A conquest without war is a boring conquest.

He did consider it, of course. But he does not want to pull that card, not yet. Not when he can make her fall in love with him naturally. ‘’I’ve considered it, but no. She must marry me first.’’ He said, avoiding Cole's judgemental glare. He always said that women were not property.

The Kingmaker began chopping the body into pieces. ‘’So that just means, beating the rich pretty boy and winning her heart first.’’ He summarized, dryly.

Aemond nodded, already feeling that he had failed miserably. ‘’Seems like it. I just don’t understand one thing: What does Jace even want with her?’’ He muttered. ‘’Well, I suppose we need to find out. And quickly. Because I am not letting that bastard get away again.’’

A UPDATE

WOW

eh bye xD

Thank you for reading as always:)

[blackcatnip]

Soukoku new pet

I saw someone talking about how foxes are like cats with a dog's dna and my mind immediately went to soukoku, so here you go

They have been arguing nonstop for months now. Chuuya wants a dog, Dazai obviously refuses and counters by asking for a cat. ‘Dogs are dumb’ ‘Cats are mean’ ‘Dogs smell bad’ ‘Your nose is messed up after living in that dumpster’

And so they go on, until one day Dazai shows up at their doorstep holding a little red fox in his arms.

“What are you doing mackerel?”

“Shit! You weren’t supposed to see it yet.” Dazai says sheepishly — wait no, that would be bad, since he brought a fucking fox into their house, so, Dazai says stupidly. “I solved all of our problems!”

"”We are not keeping that.”

“She is perfect!” Dazai walks inside and shoves the fox into Chuuya's arms. With a scowl he pets it, fluffy fur. “Hear me out, you want a dog, right? Well, foxes are from the same family as dogs, close enough I would say.”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Aaand they are well known for their catish behavior, and that's what I want, so, win win.”

“Where did you even get it?”

“Well, that isn't important, and she is an orphan, we are actually saving her from a life of suffering.”

He sighs and looks at the animal. All alone huh? He doesn't even know how to properly take care of a fox.

“Besides, you two match!” Dazai comes closer and ruffles Chuuya's hair. And he can't help but blush at that.

“We will have to learn a bunch of new things, probably get a bigger house, with a backyard or something.”

“So is that a yes?”

“For now.” He looks down at the fox and laughs surprised when she licks him.

“Doyou hear that little Crab? You got a new home!” Dazai says making Chuuya just stare at him bewildered.

“Now hold on a second, we are not naming our pet fox 'Crab'”

“They are both orange, I think it fits.”

“No it doesn't, it should be something like ‘Romanée’.”That gets him a scoff.

“We are not naming her after your favorite wine.”

“Better than your favorite food.” He counters.

The day passes and their discussion doesn't even falter.

‘Dango’ ‘No, Petrus’ ‘No, Sake’ ‘That's no better than a wine name’ ‘It's better cause it tastes better.’

Weeks pass and the poor little fox remains nameless. Well, at least until the next dispute manages to shift their attention once again. But that’s okay, now they have a little companion at their sides.

[thenebulaanon]

can you agree that the cat language is catish?

Yes but I'm not speaking in catish to the anons *Casual Flipping the anons off move*

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Hermes! I have to ask! What do Lynx, Bobcat, Smilodon, and Mink look like? What differences do they have from Creed (and in Mink's case, Logan)? Do they do their hair differently, or a different eye color, maybe a slightly different set of claws or more or less fur/fluff?

I just finished making a new batch of fudge, so they each get a few pieces! So does Remy! Sinister gets none. He needs to learn to be responsible for his clones and to be a better person/mad scientist.

general descriptions forthe clones:

lynx has pointy catish ears (same placement as human ears) his hair leans closer to orange over blond, has a secret wrist claw that really hurts to use cause the venom it has burns him when it comes out- looks around 20 ish and is slightly shorter than the real creed- protective and territorial

bobcat- has naturally occuring furr on wrists and anckles and much thicker longer hair than the others, has a short tail- looks around 16/17- shorter than creed by a foot- too curious for his own good. gets into places he shouldn't

smilodon- bigger fanges on roof set of teeth. they hang out a bit when his mouth is closed. looks 13 ish. he acts stoic brave and abrasive but really he cares and is just terrified.

Mink- thin. built like a stick and has reddish eyes. is hair is white, but can shift with seasons to redish black. he seees super well in the dark, but artificial lights can give headaches - looks 11 ish and is considered a failure. gets into stuff that shouldn't be easy to open and likes to wrap himself around people he likes and use his bone claws on the people he hates.

[flashbang-guy]

since you are the mod for the not the cat blog can you agree that the cat language is catish?

[Yeah!]

Meow!

[You can't say that man-]

[jhon-the-cat-follower]

Meow

Yeah poet learn catish

Meow

"Caw."

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

So based on my hero, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a fab reader with hypnosis and gags please? In the story, the two are in a relationship with each other. But the reader, who's practicing hypnosis, wants to try her skills on Aizawa to which he begrudgingly accepts. So when Aizawa hears a trigger word, he'll instinctively try to gag his mouth with anything he can find. He'll be kept gagged until he hears another trigger word to turn it off. This happens during their public date. What do you think?

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: public kink, gagging, use of hypnosis quirk

Words: 904

Shota ruefully glares at you from across the room as you chat with the your friends at the hero's gala. The crowd wasn't why Shota was on edge. There was a different reason.

He knew it would be a bad idea to let you practice your hypnosis quirk on him. His intentions were pure, wanting only to help you out. What an idiot he'd been to assume you wouldn't use this as an opportunity for mischief. You were known as a little imp. Grudgingly, his little imp nonetheless.

There should have been more ground rules laid out before hand. Both of you were already running late to the party though with you rushing Shota out the door. He would be suffering those consequences tonight.

Unfortunately when Shota catches your eyes, a catish smirk curls against your rouged lips. You touch your friend on the forearm, indicating your departure from her side. She nods to you before returning to the conversation.

You saunter over to him, wide hips swaying as you weaved through the others dancing. His cock twitches in response, remembering his hands on your bare hips as you rode him earlier that day.

"What're you doing here all by yourself, Sho?" Sweetly you bat your lashes at him while linking your arm with his and lean your head against his shoulder. A sign you were getting tired. Hope flickers in him for a moment. Maybe you'd wait to try out your quirk until tomorrow.

"What do you think? Keeping low." You notice his bloodshot eyes scan the multitudes of heads that bobbed around the gala. Most likely in search for Ms. Smile. Even aware his relationship status, Emi cared little if you were present when she flirted with Aizawa. You thought it was funny as long as she didn't take it too far. You'd even go on to tease Shota about Emi being his girlfriend which always made him recoil.

Treading lightly as to not remind you, Aizawa presses his lips to the crown of your head. Other heroes weren't the usual type of people he hung out with. Actually, he didn't like hanging out with any type of people in general except for you (and sometimes Hizashi). That's how he knew you were special. He never grew weary of your presence close to him. "Are you ready to go home?"

You reach up to caress his stubbled jawline. Heavy lines below his eyes indicated his perpetual sleepiness. To you it was a feature that made his face more handsome. Your hands slide down to readjust his tie.

A simple thing you did every time both of you went to events like these, but this was different.

Dangerous even.

"Oh Hush, Sho. We haven't said hello to Hizashi yet. You'll hurt his feelings."

There it was. The trigger word.

Immediately his throat constricts, hands trembling despite himself.

"Now when I use the trigger word 'hush', that's when you'll get the uncontrollable urge to gag yourself." you were practically singing when you briefly went over it with him during the car drive to the event. You were enjoying this a little too much.

"Gagging. Really?" The two of you had brought such a concept into play during sex. Mainly with Shota's long scarf. But he'd never shoved it into any orifice before. If he wanted to gag you, that's what the ball gag was for. And it was usually you being gagged, not Aizawa.

"I can think of something else." Flashing him a toothy grin had Shota shaking his head.

"No. . . Gagging is fine I guess."

Now in a crowd of thousands, he regrets not changing it to something tamer.

His hands feel on fire when he attempts to restrain them from reaching up to his tie, the most convenient thing available to wad up into his mouth. With your quirk, vocal cues were important but so was eye contact much like his own.

Your eyes glow when you repeat the word to activate your quirk. That's when he feels as if he's fallen asleep though his eyes were still open, slowly blinking.

"There you two are!!"

Fuck.

You turn around to greet Hizashi as if Aizawa wasn't literally struggling with his own body. But his hands were already fumbling to undo the knot of his tie.

Any noise that wasn't your voice drones out. Not even Hizashi talking to him broke past his hearing.

"Uh. . . what the fuck are you doing?" Hizashi takes a huge step back from his long time friend, a look of comical horror stuck on his face when Aizawa slips off his tie and promptly shoves the entirety of the article in his mouth. Truly concerned, he shoots over to you. "You see this right?! What's wrong with him?"

Well, safe to say my hypnosis is quite strong. You think to yourself while patting poor Hizashi to soothe him. "Oh, it's alright. Sho must be Hungry. You know the food at these things are always served in such small portions."

The very second the release word left your lips, it's like Aizawa has woken up. Hurriedly he pulls out his now damp tie.

"Yeah. Hungry." Aizawa merely hands the tie to a still petrified Hizashi and grabs your hand. "See ya later."

Once away from the flashing cameras, Aizawa growls and grabs a handful of your ass making you yelp. "You're definitely getting gagged with something when we get home."