#copper orange eye cat

[gourdlycatgen]

The outcasted solo clan cat named Sambarcalf is a black ftm cat with a broken tabby coat and low white spotting. The pronouns this cat uses are he/him/his. This cat has patchy, matted fur and copper orange eyes. This cat likes trees, and dislikes battle training. The cat is bold and overly forgiving. The cat stares too much. This cat has moderate scarring and a substantial body. This cat is hated by all of the clans.

[rebeccawangart]

Mia the British Shorthair Cat (2024)

A pet portrait painting of a cute grey British Shorthair cat named Mia, laying in the grass, which was her favorite thing to do. Acrylic painting on 9x12 inch (22.9 x 30.5 cm) stretched canvas, March 2024.

A big thank you to @whitedarkmoonflower for trusting me with capturing your girl's beauty on canvas! This was a fun one to paint due to all the subtle colors in her fur, as well as those fiery copper orange eyes! Grey fur has so much variation in colors from the lighting. It can appear blue or even violet in some areas, and creamy white in others. I also had a blast painting the grass and the out-of-focus background.

[myballsitchaurghouchie]

so,, dnd au?

DND AU INDEED !!!! I'VE PUT THEM INTO DND !!!!!!!

This is an AU where all the characters are humans in the modern world and their DnD PC is the animal/creature counterpart. Yes I have human designs for all of them in mind no I haven't drawn it yet other than the Bishops yes I also have names for all of them as humans.

Shamura is the Game Master and Goat, Lamb and Yellow cat are the main players. The siblings do come in every now and then but their role in the campaign is different.

Story-wise, the campaign is a continuation of the campaign Shamura and their siblings had going on months prior before it ended. Shamura and their siblings' characters became powerful beings who can now have cults, religions or deals made in their name. Lamb, Goat and Yellow cat are little guys who either made deals with the Bishops or serve one of the Bishops/Crowns.

The Goat is a standard warlock, normal deal made with Shamura, no actual faith in either them or the Purple Crown. The Lamb was a follower of the Red Crown, and upon being resurrected by Narinder, made a deal with him and became a warlock, however their faith vasicllates between a simple deal or being a follower of Narinder as well as the Red Crown. And Yellow cat is a follower of the Green Crown so they are a Paladin but they do NOT gaf about Leshy tbh.

I have an atual story in mind it's like whatever I just prefer drawing everyone hanging out in this setting so you're not gonna hear about it. Anyways yay more funsies for me

Image 1: A drawing of the Goat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a purple banner-like cloack with open sides, wide pants, and three bells around their neck. They have armored shoulder pads, armor around their legs, and a large armored gauntlet which has a purple eye design on it. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and written "Barbarian, Warlock".

Image 2: A drawing of the Lamb from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing a red cloack over a white and darker red dress, as well as golden jewelry around their neck and waist, a golden bell, and golden laurel leaves. Their hood is long and ends with a bell and tassels. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, with golden wings on the cloack. There is written "Cleric, Warlock".

Image 3: A drawing of the Yellow cat from the video game Cult Of The Lamb. They are wearing wide blue pants, multiple layered green clothing, a white banner-like fleece with green motifs making an eye shape in the center, and a big green cloack. They also have a diamond-shaped copper bell around their neck, and orange markings on their fur. Next to them is a rougher drawing of the design, and writting saying "Rogue, Paladin."

[starlight-incarnate]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[lua-magic]

Improve your planets.

I know planets in our birth chart is fixed but we can fix the energies of planets externally as well.

Venus.

If you want to improve your Venus then wear white colour, include number six and wear either diamond or white sapphire in your middle finger

Mercury.

If you want to improve your Mercury then wear green colour, include number five and wear emerald on the little finger .

Mars.

If you want to improve your Mars, then wear red colour, include number nine and wear red coral on the ring finger.

Jupiter.

If you want to improve your Jupiter then wear yellow clothes mores, include number three and wear yellow sapphire on index finger.

Saturn

If you want to improve your Saturn then include number eight, wear black colour and wear amythest bracelet or blue sapphire on ring finger.

Sun.

If you want to improve your sun, then wear

orange, saffron, golden and red, include number one and wear Ruby in ring finger or wear copper bracelet.

You eat and drink water in copper vessels and practice sun gazing.

Moon.

To improve your moon in your chart then wear pale white, cream or silver colour, wear pearl ornaments or moonstone bracelet and include number two.

You should eat food and drink water in silver vessel and do moon meditation.

Rahu or north node.

If you want to improve north node then wear dark blue colour, include number four and wear hessonite bracelet.

Ketu or south node

If you want to improve your ketu then wear cats eye, include number seven and wear brown colour clothes.

Don't wear the stones of enemy planets together.

Sun is enemy planet of Saturn, Rahu and Ketu.

Moon is enemy planet of Saturn, rahu, ketu and Mercury and sun.

Mars and Mercury are enemy planets.

Venus is enemy planet of ketu and sun.

Jupiter is enemy of Rahu and Moon, Mercury and Venus

Saturn is enemy of Sun, Rahu.

Wear either the stone of Moon or Mars but don't wear them together.

Don't wear black or stone of Saturn if Saturn is in six, eighth and twelfth or even retro in your chart.

[anonymous-dentist]

Or: Cellbit is on the run from a cult, and he somehow gets indebted to a god on the way. Go figure.

-

Once upon a time...

Cellbit stumbles into the tavern as wet as, well, a drowned cat.

It's warm inside- uncomfortably so. The fire is roaring in the fireplace, and there are enough people in the tavern for the place to feel like the inside of an oven. The torches on the walls cast the room orange, and shadows dance on the walls.

Still. Cellbit keeps his hood up as he makes his way to the bar. He keeps his head down even as he pulls a few copper pieces out from his coinpurse and slides them to the tavern keeper with a mumbled order of a warm glass of the cheapest wine in the building.

Thunder rolls above. Lightning strikes a tree just outside of town, he can hear the tree splitting, and he can hear the start of a fire that's quickly put out by the downpour.

Cellbit taps his foot nervously against the floor. His tail, hidden beneath his cloak, twitches slightly at every sudden noise. His ears hurt.

The man next to him at the bar wordlessly slides a crust of his bread towards him.

Cellbit shakes his head, biting back a rude wrinkle of the nose. (He isn't that spoiled, but... man, the bread looks like shit.)

The man rolls his eyes and says, "Come on, take it. You look like shit, man."

The tavern keeper puts Cellbit's wine down in front of him and moves on to the next guy down the line.

Cellbit drags the mug towards him and looks down into it; his own reflection looks back at him: tired. Visible bags under his eyes, blood still crusted slightly under his nose, a split in his lip.

He takes the bread. He doesn't bite into it, though. He sort of just taps it against the counter in beat with his anxiously-shaking leg.

"Crazy storm, though, right?" the man asks.

He picks his own mug up, lifts it to his lips, takes a long, long drink from it.

"The gods must be pissed at someone," he says into his cup.

The gods, hah.

"It's the rainy season," Cellbit mumbles. "This sort of just happens."

"Really?" the man hums.

Cellbit gives him a slight nod in response.

Conversation dies.

Cellbit's wine is just as bad as he expected it to be. As he drinks, he tries not to cough it all back up.

His shoulders tense as someone new enters the tavern- the bell above the door tinkles, and the door itself creaks like a coffin. (Cellbit's coffin, gods forbid.)

The door closes. The new person walks right past Cellbit and to a table in the tavern's far corner, out of sight and out of mind.

The man passes Cellbit another chunk of bread even though Cellbit still hasn't finished his first. Or even started it. Or even really looked at it.

"You paid for it," Cellbit huffs, taking both bread pieces and dropping them back onto the man's plate. "You eat it. I can pay for my own food, thanks."

The man holds up his hands defensively. "Okay, okay! It's fine! I'm just trying to help!"

Cellbit pulls his hood up to hide his eye roll. Right. He knows better than to trust someone 'trying to help'.

("Once upon a time," He said, "there was a prince, and there was a god.")

His wine is still shit. He drinks it, anyway, if only to try and keep the man next to him from talking to him.

No dice.

Leaning against the counter, the man swivels on his stool until he's facing Cellbit fully. He rests his head on his fist, and he looks.

Awkwardly, Cellbit stares down at the bar. If he pretends hard enough, he can see little faces in the wood. They're screaming, because of course they are.

His ears flatten against his skull as the tavern's door slams open.

"Oi!" the tavern keeper shouts. "Watch it! You get the floor wet, you're mopping it up!"

Several pairs of footsteps as a group of people enter the tavern- heels, that'll be her; boots, him; bells, them.

"Close the door," Foolish orders, sounding way more confident than he probably is.

The door closes.

Slowly, carefully, Cellbit moves one hand away from the bar. He slips it under his cloak, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his knife. (His knife, his fucking knife-)

The four of them start making their ways through the tavern. Tina and Jaiden are laughing about something, Foolish is arguing over their laughter, Leo is complaining about the smell of alcohol even though Cellbit knows she's had some before. They all have.

They stay away from the bar, thank the gods.

Still. Cellbit keeps his head down. He's switched his clothes and cloak out since escaping, and he doesn't think that any of them have actually seen his face, but...

"Weird vibes," the man next to him comments.

He chews on his bread thoughtfully, adds, "Not a fan."

"Tell me about it," Cellbit snorts. (He's sure to keep his voice down; they might not know his face, but they definitely know his voice.)

("The god was just and caring," He said, "but the prince was cruel and heartless. All he cared about was power, and what could hold more power than a god?")

Leo asks her dad to pick her up. Foolish playfully groans, but he does so, because he loves her.

"You know them?" the man asks.

Cellbit tensely shakes his head. "Nah."

"Mmm." (A moment of silence as the man chews on his bread.) "Wanna get out of here? My place is way better than this."

Cellbit chokes on his wine. He coughs so hard he lets go of his grip on his knife.

"Fuck!" he wheezes.

"Whoah, look at that guy!" Jaiden laughs. "Dude, is the wine here that bad?"

"I want juice," Leo says, not remotely answering her question.

"Great idea!" Foolish cheers. "Juice for everybody!"

And then, unfortunately, terribly, horribly, he approaches the bar- boots.

"Four cups of your finest juice, my good sir!" he declares.

Tina follows him- heels. "And some information, if that's okay."

Cellbit holds his breath. His tail stiffens. His leg stops bouncing.

The tavern keeper grunts, but he doesn't argue.

Mentally, Cellbit weighs his options. He can take Tina and Jaiden on in a fight, easy. He's beaten Foolish once or twice, but he won't be able to take him down if he has Tina supporting him. Fighting Leo is out of the question.

He can run, but he's already so tired. (He thought he had run far enough in one day, but apparently not. Apparently, He sent a bunch of fucking athletes after him.)

"We're looking for a guy," Tina explains. "Tall, cat ears, probably super ugly. Real bad vibes, like a serial killer on crack."

Okay, ouch.

The man snorts; Cellbit fights the urge to kick him.

"Because he is a serial killer," Foolish adds. "He's killed, like, a bunch of guys."

Something taps Cellbit's elbow.

"Here," the man whispers, voice so soft and so close that it wraps around Cellbit's spine like a snake, "you should probably eat something if you're gonna drink like this."

("The prince said to the god, 'My Lord, you must be very busy! Allow me to help you with your godly duties!'" He said. "The god, unsuspecting of the seemingly-king prince, allowed the prince to become his head priest. The prince would listen to the people's prayers, but he would not tell them to the god. Thus, the god's strength slowly began to wane, and the prince's began to grow.")

Cellbit silently shakes his head. How many times does he have to-

"His name is Cellbit," Jaiden says, walking up to the bar- bells. "And he is very dangerous."

"Your juices," the tavern keeper grunts.

"He likes wine," Leo says, because of course she does, the little snitch.

(She always used to catch Cellbit sneaking some of the sacramental wine between ceremonies, and she would always make him do something absolutely ridiculous for her in exchange for not telling Him.)

"Well, only one guy here's ordered wine tonight," the tavern keeper says. "Right here."

He taps the bartop right in front of Cellbit's head.

Dammit.

Cellbit yowls as he's roughly grabbed by the back of his cloak and yanked off of his stool. He's thrown to the floor and his hood is ripped off of his head and his arms are immediately being pinned by a perfectly-stoic-looking Jaiden, who... looks about the same as Cellbit thought she'd look, actually.

"Dude!" Foolish shouts, glaring at Tina. "I thought you said he'd be ugly!"

Cellbit sneers and hisses and kicks. The entire tavern is watching him get absolutely owned, and he knows they're all thinking the same thing: Wow, what a monster.

He Knows it.

Tina throws her arms up in the air in frustration. "I thought he would be!"

Jaiden rummages through Cellbit's cloak until she finds his knife. She pulls it out, gives him a disapproving look, and tosses it absently behind her, where it disappears from sight in the growing crowd.

"Come on, dude, did you even try?" she sighs.

Cellbit answers by trying to rip her fucking throat out with his teeth; he doesn't get very far, obviously, but he does manage to scare the crowd back a few paces.

Except for the man at the bar, who has a thin piece of bread dangling in his fingertips as he watches.

His eyes are red, Cellbit notices, finally getting a proper look at him for the first time. That's...

("The god asked the prince if the work was too hard, because he was a good god," He said. "The prince denied it and asked for more work. And so he got more, and he grew in strength as the god's strength weakened even more.")

"Wow, Cellbit, you look like shit," Foolish comments.

Leo drinks her juice judgmentally; still in her father's arms, she holds her mug with both hands and glares.

"Thanks, I feel like it," Cellbit dryly responds.

He wiggles desperately.

Tina draws her sword.

Jaiden's scythe is on her back, a familiar blue ribbon tied around it, and dull silver bells tied to that.

Foolish clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Welp, you shouldn't have killed all those people, huh?"

Those 'people' were monsters, not that any of them would ever be willing to admit it. They're in too deep, they all are. Even poor Leonarda, too young to know a life outside of what is Known.

The man from the bar hops off his stool and joins the crowd, standing right by Cellbit's head.

His boots- the bottoms and sides of them- are crusted with still-drying blood.

He winks down at Cellbit, bread still in hand.

Then, he looks at Jaiden and says, "Hold on, let me help."

He crouches and holds Cellbit's shoulders down with absolutely no strength whatsoever.

Jaiden nods appreciatively. "Thanks."

"No problem, I'm a nice guy!"

He grins, and Cellbit swears that his teeth are sharpened to a point for just a second, just a fraction of a second. He Knows it, he Saw it, he-

He sees a familiar dagger sitting on the man's belt that Jaiden hasn't noticed yet.

(That is his fucking knife-!)

("The people began to call the prince the God of Hospitality because he was so kind to them," He said. "But, in reality, he was the beginning of Chaos Incarnate. From him, all Chaos would be born, and ruin would sweep across the land.")

Cellbit closes his eyes briefly, and he Sees who the man above him truly is, and, for the first time in his entire life, he feels fear.

Still. He opens his eyes, and he whispers, "Help me."

The man's eyes sparkle, but he sighs and shakes his head and says, "I told you to eat earlier, man. But it's fine, here! Something so you don't starve on your way to prison."

He holds out the scrap of bread, dangling it just above Cellbit's lips.

"Careful," Tina jokes, "he'll take a finger off."

"Say, 'Aaaahhh'," the man teases, eyes halfway narrowed in amusement.

Cellbit, with no other choice, obeys.

It's as he swallows that the fire in the fireplace goes out. And it's as the man pats Cellbit's cheek in approval that every single torch and candle in the tavern is blown out in a sudden cold wind.

"Oooooh, shit," Foolish astutely says.

("Did the prince have a name?" he asked, more curious than he was supposed to be. "Does it matter?" He snapped. "The lesson is to be wary of strangers, no matter how kind they may be." "But I need to know who he is in case he finds me!" "He won't find you, Prophet." "But what if he does? I need to be ready!" He laughed, then, more fond than he had ever heard Him laugh before. "All right." He nodded. "Should Chaos ever try and find you, know that you can always identify him as the prince formerly known as-")

Thunder crashes, and Chaos reigns.

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A/N: Let me know what you think in the tags or in my inbox! Please let me know if you want more, because there is more!

[astra-ravana]

Working With Bune

Duchess of Death, Riches, and Eloquence

Enn: "Whlc Melan Avage Bune Tasa"

Rank: Duchess

Other names: Bime

Colors: Green, blue, teal, orange, pink

Herbs: Orange, cinnamon, amber, rose, lavender, bergamot, fumitory, mullien, cedar, basil, dahlia, marshmallow, sandalwood, vanilla, orchid

Crystals: Carnelian, chrysocolla, tiger's eye, copper jadeite, obsidian, topaz, rutilated quartz, petrified wood, pietersite, rose quartz, turquoise

Element: Fire/earth

Planet: Jupiter/Venus

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Metals: Copper, bronze, and gold

Tarot: The Sun, 9 of Wands

Dates: December 3rd - 12th and July 28th - August 1st

Day: Thursday

Animals: Dragons, dragonflies, snakes, spiders, foxes, coyotes, cats, bats

Domains: Necromancy, abundance, wealth, wisdom, herbal magick, nature, home/hearth magick, protection, divination, harvesting components from graves/cemeteries, draconian magick, clearing paths, dismissing enemies and opposition, overcoming obstacles and struggle, exorcisms and cleansing, self love/care, shadow work, spiritual, financial and emotional growth

Offerings: Wine, peppered milk, honey, cakes, candy, chocolate, herbs, incense, meat, blood, bones, stones, mushrooms, foraged finds

Sigils:

[http-shield]

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ It Will Come Back

Prologue: Don't Feed Me

~ bucky barnes x fem!reader ~tags/cw: angst, childhood memories, bucky as the winter soldier, eastern european/slavic heritage reader, does not follow the canonical timeline after bucky is arrested in romania, deviates from canon, childhood memories, child reader meets the winter soldier ~ wc: 2.5k ~ not proofread ~ a/n: this one is for all my fellow slavic girlies (I see yoouuu) basically just a self indulgent bucky self insert because who cares, right. ily thanks for reading (everything in a foreign language is immediately translated by another character)

Prologue: Don't Feed Me

There is a man, a monster who lives in the shadows. An abomination of science and human cruelty, an embodiment of the evil of humanity's desire for power. He waits in the dark, feeding off rats and mice as he sits and waits, waiting for his target to come home. He has no rules, no laws of man; there are no survivors. No women, no children, all those who enter his gaze do not leave, for they are trapped, frozen beneath the glare of the winter soldier. 

1993 Nizepole, FYROM

Kolku pati trebam da ti kažam da ne ta ostavaviš hranata za kučinjata?

Sakaš volcite da dojdat?

Your father's voice reverberates through your brain as a sharp slap collides with the back of your skull. The pain thrums through your bones as you yelp and run towards the house, hands covering the back of your head to suppress the thump of the smack. Of all the places he hit you, it had to be in the same spot you had bumped earlier in the day.

"Don't leave food out! They're animals! They can find their own!"

 Your mother's voice echoes from the kitchen. 

"People have started seeing wolf prints in the snow. Soon enough, we'll have a whole pack on our door."

Your footsteps slow as you reach the small white-painted cottage. The terracotta tiles are stark against the blackness of the storm clouds gathering in the distance.

Thunder begins to rumble as you cross the threshold, your fingers trailing along the chipping red paint of the doorway. The house seems smaller than usual; the once great space had been taken up by your pullout bed by the window, the door to your parent's room left ajar, closing in the space further. Your skull throbs again, a lump undoubtedly forming from the double assault. A warm shower might help; the heat would soothe the ache spreading to your neck.

You kick off your shoes, tucking them neatly under the rack just behind the door, and follow the smell of freshly baked bread that begins to wrap around you like a hug. Your mother is in the kitchen, once white apron flecked with orange fleck from the ajvar you had made earlier, your hands a similar shade of apricot. She stirs the familiar-smelling stew, never taking her eyes off the copper pot as dinner boils and roils over the flames. You eye the burnt ends of bread on the counter, and while your mother is distracted, you reach up and snatch the ends, pocketing them before she can turn around. On tiptoes, you turn, praying that the floorboards don't creak beneath and begin stalking to the door, each step meticulous.

"What are you doing?" your mother asks without turning an inch towards her. 

How did she do that?! 

You quickly stuff your hands into the pockets of the skirt. "Nothing." 

"What have you got in your pockets?" Mama's stern as she continues to stir, but there is no doubt that she has eyes in the back of her head. You frown and clench tiny fists, bread crumbling between them.

"It's just bread; wolves don't eat bread." your voice small, dejected. "It's just for the cats down the road, Mama, please." 

Mama sighs and stops cooking, turning to face you with a sour expression that suggests either disappointment or deliberation. You hope it's the latter. 

"They're so little, please." Tears begin to well in your eyes, hot and prickly, as they threaten to spill over your round cheeks. 

The bread in your pockets feels heavy, as though it has turned into rocks, as her mother stares. It is just the end bits, burnt to a crisp that no human would eat, so why let it go to waste when it can feed a few cats and dogs? 

Your mother sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

You're going to lose this battle.

You know it.

Why would she let you waste precious food on strays? Another sigh, tsking at both you and her decision as she nods towards the door. 

"Put it somewhere your father will never find it," she says, heavy with resignation. "This is the last time you hear me?" But you don't. You're too busy running out to the shed, skirt pockets full of bread. 

"You better be listening to me! I said no more!" her voice is nothing but a whisper in the wind. 

---

"I think the cats are leaving me presents." you marvel at the bottle cap between your fingers, the way it glints in the afternoon light. The words inscribed are not ones you have seen before, a brand you know is not in your home. "I keep finding little presents wherever I leave the food. Do cats do that?" 

Your mother turns to you, brows furrowed as she examines the trinket in your palm. Her eyes flit over the company logo, noting the way scratch marks across the faded gold and shrugs. 

"Cats don't do that, but crows do. Maybe you're feeding crows." She turns back to the TV, invested in the program as it broadcasts the nightly news. The words are too fast and jumbled for you to keep up, so you tune it out, focusing on the gift left for you. 

You've heard that crows are smart, like shiny things, and can be friendly to humans, but you've never seen one. If you haven't seen something with your eyes, it can't exist, right? 

A heavy sigh leaves your mother as the TV cuts to a commercial. She shakes her head and mutters something just too quiet for your ears to hear, but from how she scowls, you can tell it is not good. She only wears that look when you've done something wrong or your father comes home too late. 

"I'm going to start dinner. Start washing up; we need to leave hot water for your father." She jerks her chin towards the bathroom door. "And throw that away; I don't want rubbish in my house." 

You clench your fingers around the gift. The ridges dig cold spikes into your warm skin. 

---

More and more offerings began to appear. 

Ranging from smooth, shiny rocks to dried and crumbled-up flowers arranged neatly on the chipped plate reserved for the animal scraps. All laid upon the small stool in wait for your arrival. It was not an everyday occurrence, for all the times you left food out within the past five months, there had been three rounds of gifts. Each morning, you scrambled out of bed, eager to see if your bird friends had left you anything behind, adding it to the collection on your window sill. So far, you have two bottle caps, three small river stones rounded into perfect pearls of tiger eyes and cornflower blue. A crushed daisy that had not been so bent out of shape when you found it; only after almost being caught by your mother did you clamp your small fist around it, smooshing the petals into broken lines. The last gift had been a shell. A swirl of cream-coloured wonder you had not seen in person, only on television and in books. There is no beach near you, your landlocked country only offers lakes, and there were no shells like this the last time you visited. It was gorgeous and perfect, and you really could hear the ocean if you held it up to your ear.

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"If you keep feeding them, they'll just keep coming back." your mother's words echo in your mind as you arrange your latest offering. A handful of roasted peppers, a piece of bread and tiny morsels of meat you had managed to sneak into your napkin at dinner. You shouldn't be pretending to eat food, especially meat, as the winter rages around you, but you were full, and crows eat meat more than grains and vegetables, so why shouldn't you share the protein? You sit back on your haunches, skirt pockets damp with extra sauce that had leaked from the napkin and smile at the design. Hopefully, they will like the latest offering of a well-rounded meal.

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It is well past your bedtime. 

The clock on the wall chimes past two am with a soft ping, but you can't sleep. Not knowing if the crows had accepted your small gift or if they had sated their hungry bellies for just one more night. You turn towards the window, curtains pulled tight to avoid any light from the street flooding in, but you have to look. Want to look? So you do.

With a quick glance at your parent's bedroom door, you wait with bated breath for any sound to indicate they are awake. The seconds tick by with heavy strokes, and you count the seconds between snores before deciding they are both firmly asleep. You can indeed open the blind and check. 

Peeling back the heavy cotton drapes, your heart hammers as you peer into the night, expecting to see nothing but darkness engulfing your front yard. But as you peek out from behind the material, a warm glow from the barn catches your attention. 

The oven! 

A shaky breath fills your lungs as you push back the drapes; birds and meat are long forgotten as you squint into the night at the ember of flames emanating from within the shed. You swear you put it out. Poked at the embers until they dulled and cooled, yet it still glows well into the night. Despite the freezing temperature, the fire risk is high, and too many flammable items are tucked away to risk letting the fire burn itself out. You scramble out of bed, slipping into thick winter boots and haul on the heavy coat draped over the end of your bed to keep your feet warm. It will not be pleasant stepping out into the building snowstorm, but this is your mistake; you must fix it before the barn burns down or your father finds out; each outcome is just as terrifying. 

With tentative steps, you sneak into the hallway, avoiding the creaking floorboards with expert precision, but the floor will not be the challenge. The lock on the front door is old and heavy, often having to be tugged roughly to even unlatch, and your small arms do not have the strength of either of your parents. Freezing metal warms quickly beneath your fingers as you twist the bolt, your heart pounding so loudly that you almost don't hear the deafening click that echoes through the hall. 

You wait, eyes trained on your parent's door for any sign of movement. One. Two. Three. Not a sound. No sigh, no creak of mattress springs, not even a snore in reaction to the metal ping. Perfect. 

The door swings open quickly. 

Wind whips around you in a flurry of snowflakes, frigid air biting at your exposed skin as you hastily reach back for your hood. The thick fur does little to soften the assault on your face, but it'll have to do so as you step into the night. On quick feet, you scurry out into the yard. You must look like a thief had you been seen by someone, head darting around to the house as you sprint to the barn. The boots are thick and heavy, catching on rock and pocks in the earth, but you don't fall; they only slow down a fraction. 

With two hands, you slam on the door. The old hinges creak as they swing open, the wood biting into your soft, frozen palms. A warm glow catches your attention, the fire in the oven still burning, brighter than you had initially had it. Your stomach sinks, terrified that you had almost been the reason for a house fire, that you could have been the culprit to the end of your life, but as you step in, the dirt crunching beneath your padded feet, your stomach sinks for an entirely different reason. Crouch before the fire in a man. 

Shadows wrap his body like a cloak of night, shielding him from possible identifiers. You step back, scream caught in your throat, chest aching to make a noise, but there is no air left in your lungs. 

The creature rises, his height taller than anyone, anything you had met before, and takes a step towards you. Ice-cold heat rushes through your veins, pumping through your heart, and it begins to thump harder than it ever had. Paralysed with fear, you watch as he moves closer, each step sluggish as though he were wading through mud. He stops a few feet from you, crouching back down to your level and holds out a hand. In the low light, you see the glint of a bottle cap. 

“Is it you leaving the food?” His voice is muffled, and what you thought were shadows is a mask. 

You nod. Too afraid to speak. 

"Do you know who I am?" another question.

This time, you shake your head. The man nods and stands to his full height again. 

"Go back home, I'll put out the fire." he instructs, turning away from you and stalking back to the oven. "Go!" the instruction is firmer, and hostility fills his words as he crouches again and pulls open the small door. 

Silver flashes in the dim light like he was made of metal, and you're sent running. You want to scream for your mother as you run, but your lungs are too busy gulping down air to push your frozen legs faster. You smack against the front door, bursting through the entry and slam it closed. Frigid fingers work quickly with the lock before you turn and book it for your parent's bedroom. The screams escape you then. Shrieking about the man in the night, the creature who sat before the fire cloaked in darkness. Your parents try to calm you down, your mother's hands stroking soothing circles down your face as you bawl, trying to convince you that you had had a nightmare and it was nothing but a dream within sleepwalking. Even after your father goes out to the barn and finds nothing, not a single ember in the oven warm, does your heart stop beating out of your chest? Despite their protests to your stories and their adamant refusal of what you had seen, they let you sleep between them for the night, promising to recheck the barn in the morning despite finding nothing upon first inspection. This does something to soothe you. That your parents were not scared of the possibility of a man living in your barn that if they were not horrified, it could possibly have been a genuine, horrifying night terror.  It was nothing more than a dream. Nothing more.

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The morning reveals the truth. 

Left behind on the empty plate is a bottle cap. The very same one the man had held out to you earlier that night. You scream and run out of the barn, confusing your parents further as you demand to move away, to leave the house in fear he might return. 

But he never did. 

There was never another gift left waiting for you. 

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~ a/n: this one is for all my fellow Slavic girlies (I see you). It's basically just a self-indulgent bucky self-insert because who cares, right. ily thanks for reading

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[aspens-apothecary]

Mabon Celebration Ideas!

As some of you know, this Saturday is Mabon, the celebration of the Autumn Equinox. Some also refer to it as the "Pagan Thanksgiving", as you celebrate the bountiful harvest and are thankful for the earth and its many gifts.

Mabon marks the time of equilibrium, where the days and nights are of equal length. During this time, it is good to set intentions that involve decrease, such as ending unhealthy habits, self-destructive behaviors, or bad relationships.

Decorating for Autumn

This a great time to decorate for the coming autumn and spooky seasons leading up to Samhain! I like to open the windows and then cleanse my space(usually a simmer pot and smoke cleanse) and after, i actually physically clean the house.I then close the windows and stir my simmer pot, while setting new intentions for the household until the spring equinox. I then collect the things I want to decorate with(the usual fall decor; pumpkins, pine cones, leaf garlands, gourds and an autumn wreath on the door) and then decorate to my hearts content!

Release and Move Forward

Another thing I usually spend time on is meditation, centering myself, letting go of past baggage from the year and setting new personal goals and intentions until spring.

Find a nice spot outside, where you feel connected to the world around you. Take a journal with you, and meditate. Write down what you want the next few months to bring into your life. Set those intentions in any way you choose.

Have a nice Hearty Meal

Who doesn't love a good meal with great people? You can make a roast, hold a potluck Mabon dinner ect, I usually host a bonfire night and everyone brings their own dishes to feel the group. During covid, I made a pot roast for my fiance and I! You could also do a picnic!

Fall Activities

Apple Picking, Corn Mazes, going to a Pumpkin Patch, all fall activities that are fun for the whole family, as a cute date, or great solo fun!

Honor Persephone and Demeter

If you are one to honor deities/spirits during the holidays, Persephone and Demeter are two that will definitely fall into Mabon.

According to the myth, Autumn is the time where Persephone must leave her beloved mother and travel to Hades, to fulfill her role as the Queen of the Underworld. Each year she lets go of the concerns of the upper world, and willingly descends to guide the souls of the dead over the threshold of Life and Death.

Creating an altar, and leaving offerings for them in honor of their sacrifice is an amazing way to celebrate.

Other

Other things you can do include cleansing ritual baths, Divination for the new few months, hiking, offerings for the local nature spirits, make a gratitude list for the last few months and thank the earth for her gifts

Mabon Symbols:

Cornucopia (horn of plenty), pinecones, seeds

Colors: Orange, red, yellow, brown, copper, dark yellow, dark green

Foods: Corn, beans, squash, apples, pumpkins, cider, root vegetables, pomegranate, wine

Herbs: Yarrow, rosemary, sage, mugwort, rosehips,

Stones: Amber, citrine, cat’s eye, aventurine, sapphire, jasper

Flowers: Sunflowers, thistle, marigolds

Deities: Mabon, Green Man, Demeter, Persephone, Morgan, Pomona, Inanna

Animals: Owl, stag, blackbird, salmon

I hope this gives you a few ideas! Add your own ideas to this list! These are just the ways I like to celebrate!

[seansara]

How many cat's eye colors do you know

A cat's eye color is determined by genetics, the presence of melanin, and breed characteristics. From the common golden hues to the rare odd-eyed wonders, how many cat's eye colors do you know? Follow me to explore!

1. Gold or Yellow Eyes

Golden or yellow eyes are among the most common eye colors in cats. These hues range from a pale yellow to a deep, rich gold, often seen in domestic shorthairs, British Shorthairs, and Bengals. The color is caused by a moderate amount of melanin in the iris, and it can create a striking contrast, especially in cats with dark fur.

2. Green Eyes

Green eyes are another enchanting shade seen in cats, offering a vibrant and mysterious look. Cats with green eyes can have hues ranging from soft, pale greens to bright, emerald tones. This color is particularly common in breeds like the Egyptian Mau, Russian Blue, and Turkish Angora. Green-eyed cats often look ethereal, adding to their graceful appearance.

3. Blue Eyes

Blue eyes are truly magical and are most commonly found in kittens and certain breeds. Kittens are born with blue eyes due to a lack of melanin at birth, but their eye color may change as they grow. Adult cats with blue eyes lack melanin in the iris, causing light to reflect as blue. Breeds like the Siamese, Ragdoll, and Himalayan are known for their stunning blue eyes, which are often associated with a calm and serene personality.

4. Copper Eyes

Copper eyes are a deeper, richer variation of gold eyes, often appearing as shades of orange, reddish-brown, or even amber. This color is rare and often found in breeds like the Persian, Bombay, and Maine Coon. Copper eyes exude warmth and intensity, making them one of the most striking feline eye colors.

5. Hazel Eyes

Hazel eyes are a beautiful blend of green, gold, and brown tones. This unique shade often appears to shift depending on lighting, creating a dynamic and ever-changing appearance. Cats with hazel eyes can be found across various breeds and mixed-breed cats, making them both rare and captivating.

6. Amber Eyes

Amber eyes are closely related to copper and gold but tend to have a lighter, honey-like glow. They can appear almost translucent and are especially striking in sunlight. Breeds like the Abyssinian and certain Oriental cats often have these glowing amber eyes.

7. Odd-Eyed (Heterochromia)

Some cats are blessed with odd eyes, a condition called heterochromia, where each eye is a different color. Typically, one eye is blue while the other may be green, gold, or amber. This condition is most common in white cats or cats with predominantly white fur due to genetics. Breeds such as the Turkish Van, Khao Manee, and Japanese Bobtail are well-known for their odd-eyed beauty. These cats are often considered lucky or special in many cultures.

8. Dichromatic Eyes

Dichromatic eyes are incredibly rare and stunning. In these eyes, two different colors appear within the same iris, often creating a split or gradient effect. For example, part of the eye may be blue, while the other part is green or gold. This occurs due to variations in melanin distribution and adds a truly one-of-a-kind appearance to a cat’s gaze.

What Determines a Cat's Eye Color?

Cat eye colors are primarily determined by two factors: genetics and the amount of melanin present in the iris. The more melanin a cat’s eyes have, the darker their color will be (e.g., copper or amber). Cats with little to no melanin often have blue eyes. Interestingly, a cat’s fur color doesn’t always dictate their eye color, but white or light-colored cats are more likely to have blue or odd-colored eyes.

[headless-angel-writes]

Summary:

Every morning, Baz goes to the Oxxo near Ciudad Universitaria in search of coffee, but he encounters something else: the indifference of Simón, the employee on duty.

An Oxxo AU

Carry On Countdown 2024: AUs

Words: 826

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60899113

@carryon-countdown​

Note: Some words and references in this story are in common use in Mexico. If you are not familiar with them, I invite you to consult the glossary at the end of the story for more context.

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Every morning, Baz walked into the Oxxo near Ciudad Universitaria with his favorite thermos in hand. Drinks were cheaper when you brought your own thermos. And that also helped the environment, of course. The smog that greeted Mexico City each morning reminded him how important it was to take care of the environment, even with small actions.

"Good morning, Ebb," he greeted the woman behind the counter, already accustomed to the routine.

"Good morning, darling."

Baz walked over to the coffee machine. Ebb, who was probably in her forties and had somewhat messy blonde hair, was the only worker at these stores with a smile on her face and kindness towards customers. Very different from…

"Oh, him again, just when I cleaned the coffee machine," she said with a tone of frustration and a slight accent.

"Good morning to you too, Simón."

Simón de las Nieves. The other employee for this shift. Baz didn’t look at him, but he could imagine him: with his copper-colored, curly hair, the bluest eyes in the world, a face of perpetual disdain, and that red uniform that shouldn’t look so good on any human, but on Simon, it made him look like a damn model.

Oxxo stores always had a particular smell that Baz couldn’t quite describe. Kind of like a refrigerator mixed with coffee and candy. Coffee was what he came for. The flavor wasn’t his favorite, but at least the caffeine helped him stay awake during classes. It also helped him not think about those blue eyes that always reflected disdain for him.

He couldn’t understand, why did Simón treat him like this every time? Sure, his salary wasn’t enough to buy him kindness, but that didn’t justify why he had so much anger towards Baz.

He finished getting himself a rich café de olla, adding quite a bit of sugar, and headed toward the counter. Baz’s eyes wandered over various promotional posters, but none were particularly appealing. He sighed, knowing it was time for his daily battle against the system. Or, more accurately, against Simón.

Ebb wasn’t around, and Baz wondered if she had gone to the bathroom or to the stockroom. As he placed his thermos on the counter, Simón, looking at his phone and chewing gum, uttered the three words Baz heard every day.

"The system’s down, güerito," he said.

Baz raised an eyebrow. The bitter tone in Simon’s voice didn’t go unnoticed.

"Again? What a surprise."

Oxxo’s payment system. Oh yes, that little bastard that seemed to vanish whenever you were in a hurry. Simon finally looked up. His blue eyes shimmered with something between contempt and boredom.

"And what do you want me to do?" he asked, shrugging. "They tell me to say it. If you don’t like it, don’t come. You can go to Starbucks or somewhere similar."

"I should, at least the baristas there have basic decency."

Simón scoffed, and Baz remembered the orange street cat that sometimes slept outside the Oxxo. Once, he saw Simón put a little uniform on it that looked just like his and gave it a packet of Whiskas... He couldn’t explain how someone could be so kind and so annoying at the same time.

"Sure, if paying fifty varos for an Americano seems decent to you."

"Maybe they charge more, but at least they smile at me," Baz replied with disdain.

Simón let out a sarcastic laugh and adjusted his copper curls. As he did, his shirt lifted slightly, revealing his abdomen. No one should look so damn good in cheap fabric. Baz looked away, it wasn’t right to look at the person who was serving you like that. Damn, why did he have to be so handsome?

"I’m not obligated to smile at you, wey. If it bothers you, too bad."

When Baz was about to show Simon the colorful language growing up in Mexico had taught him, Ebb walked out from a door near the counter. She smiled at them, as animated as if she were watching a telenovela.

"Enough, you two look like a married couple fighting," she joked. "Simon, stop bothering the kid. And you, darling, don’t play along."

With that reprimand, Simon seemed to transform. He pressed a few keys on the dinosaur computer, offered Baz a phone recharge, asked for his rewards card to register the purchase, and finally charged him.

"Have a good day and enjoy your sock-flavored coffee," he said with a venomous tone.

"Thanks, I guess."

Baz and Simon exchanged one last intense look before Baz grabbed his thermos and glanced at Ebb before walking out of the Oxxo. He could still feel Simon’s gaze piercing the back of his neck as he crossed the door. Outside, the orange cat was asleep with its little belly rising and falling. Baz leaned down and petted its head, receiving a purr in return.

At least the cat seemed to tolerate his presence much better than Simon did.

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Hello!

This is my second One-Shot for this year. Since the prompt of the day was Alternate Universe, I decided that doing an AU with Simon being an Oxxo cashier could be fun. Besides, I plan to make it a part two.

Thanks so much for reading!

Ciao!

Glossary:

Oxxo: Very popular convenience store chain in Mexico, open 24 hours a day. It is known for selling all kinds of products, you can also pay for services and make deposits and has branches in almost every city in the country. It is very common for the employees to be a bit rude and it is a meme that they use the expression “No hay sistema” when they are lazy. They magically appear and strange things happen in them.

UNAM: National Autonomous University of Mexico. It is one of the most important and recognized universities in Latin America.

Ciudad Universitaria (CU): The main campus of UNAM, a large area in the south of Mexico City. It is famous both for its architecture and for being a key cultural and educational center in the country.

Güerito (or güero): A colloquial Mexican term used to refer to someone with light or blond skin. It is commonly used by shopkeepers with their customers, regardless of skin tone.

Varo: Mexican slang meaning “money”. It is used informally.

Wey: A colloquial word commonly used among friends in Mexico. Equivalent to “dude” or “bro” in English, but can also have a derogatory tone depending on the context.

Café de olla: A traditional Mexican drink made with coffee, cinnamon, piloncillo (unrefined sugar), and sometimes cloves. It is prepared in a clay pot, which gives it a special and characteristic flavor.

[gourdlycatgen]

The head defender clan cat named Goralstream is a silver amab cis cat with a broken tabby coat and a mostly white body. The pronouns this cat uses are all. This cat has medium, straight fur and copper orange eyes. This cat loves mice, and loves rain. The cat is honest and battle-hungry. The cat is the best fighter. This cat has moderate scarring and a substantial body.

[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

[jomtones-bussy]

Last Scout headcanons I prommy 🥺 LETS GET IT BITCH 🔥🔥🎉💯🗣️🗣️

He believes that theater is cringe. EXCEPT ROCK OPERAS. he flips the fuck out when they do anything.

He needs his tonsils out so bad. Genuinely a medical anomaly how decrepit they are

He pushes his body too far occasionally and has some pretty bad joint pain. Most of the time when he's off the clock he uses forearm crutches

He sleeps on a bunk bed. Top bunk. No one else sleeps on the bed with him.

If someone walked into his room at home the only decoration would be a magic eye wallpaper

Sharp canines

He doesn't remember anything from the troubled teen's camp bc he was dissociated the whole time

He found out how to make things explode with a rock covered in copper wire and a power line

Every time he talks about what's wrong with him he says it like it's completely normal. It's never normal. Your bones shouldn't go squishy.

He's a dog guy, but he has a kitten that he treats like his own baby. They have very similar actions. The cat is orange

If he was a teen in the 2000s he'd have an edgy wolf OC named dragonspark

He bought an "illegal firework" that was just a straight up pipe bomb

He gets stuck in a well regularly and pyro has a hard time communicating with others to help him

Favorite mode of exiting a room? Jumping outta the window!

Scout doesn't think that moles are real. The animals.

Unrelated but Medic uses a wheelchair because he was serving in the American army in WW2. That's how he got his citizenship! He'd lived in America for two years before that. He caught shrapnel in his knees during a battle and they pop out of socket. He also has joint pain. Just like me!

[saturnselkies]

Thanks for the tag @i-mybrunettelady!!!😊 I did it for both my commander and wayfinder & if you're reading this and want to do it, you're tagged (and please tag me in your post! So I can read).

-- B A S I C S

name: Penelope Starbinder (formerly Ry). age: 34. She was born on November 1 (Season of the Colossus/Scorpio. I picture her with an Aquarius moon and an Aries rising!). race: She had two mothers, one is Canthan and the other was a Mist Being with draconic blood. gender: NB femme (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Holosmith and Commander/Champion of Aurene.

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Currently a copper orange. eyes: Right now her eyes have a purple and yellow hue which is impossible in-game, but that's the kind of shade. skin: Tanned. tattoos/scars: She has a tattoo on the base of her neck, it's supposed to represent her title of Starbinder. I haven't designed it yet because I haven't had the opportunity to draw her back AJKFJSF but yeah. Scars: one on her left breast/shoulder from when Bangar shot her.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Mimi Ry (deceased) and Nvaa (deceased). siblings: Her twin sister Deanna Starlighter (formerly Ry). grandparents: Unknown. Her human mother had no family of note. in laws and others: Jormag - not officially married, but… honestly they have 6 children together so. It makes the Elder Dragons family ig. LMFAOOO. pets: Starry shiba inu.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Proficient in engineering and holosmith skills; on the same level of Canthan engineering. She would be classified as a genius (she just doesn't use it like asura do, so it's never really commercialized). Great eye for strategy and making small talk with just about anyone. Good at solving things quickly and has a stellar sense of direction. She can't cook good food or sew or anything like that; that's Jormag's thing lol. She doesn't have a hobby or other skills that aren't related to being a commander and she should rethink that. The burnout is real.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Easygoing, extremely loyal, dependable. most negative trait: Martyrdom, impulsiveness, speaks without thinking at times.

-- L I K E S

colors: Purple, gold, cyan. smells: Lavender, coconut, beach. textures: Soft fur/hair, warm skin, weighted blanket. drinks: Energy drinks, cocktails, fizzy soda.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Not usually, but she has. drinks: Yes. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Well yes, canonically so. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

-- B A S I C S

name: Badri the Starstorm (alter ego: The Starfall Ego). age: Unknown, but definitely over 150. race: Unknown. gender: Cis lady (she/her). orientation: Lesbian. profession: Wizard and Wayfinder. Chronomancer. (Alter ego: crazily powerful elemental cosmic magic).

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

hair: Mousy blonde, very soft and shiny. (Alter ego: very light lavender/iridescent). eyes: Pale with a golden sparkle. skin: Pale purple-blue. tattoos/scars: None.

-- F A M I L Y

parents: Unknown. siblings: Unknown. grandparents: Unknown. in laws and others: Isgarren is her father figure and Peitha is her toxic yuri. Isak and her share a pretty strong sibling bond even if they are not related at all. pets: Her moth skyscale, Belle, is very much like a cat to her.

-- S K I L L S

abilities: Learned chronomancy from her teacher Basira & her skills are pretty good. She learns any kind of magic pretty easily and with efficiency. She can cook, sew, dance, play instruments, sing, and many other stuff. She's like a swiss army knife of skills. She devoted most of her time to hobbies and reading because she wasn't allowed outside the tower.

-- T R A I T S

most positive trait: Cheerful, tooth-rotting sweet and attentive, caring. most negative trait: Selfish, passive-aggressive, sheltered.

-- L I K E S

colors: Jade, lipstick, periwinkle. smells: Strawberry cake, peppermint, scented candles. textures: Velvet, encrusted gems, embroidery. drinks: Green tea, cocoa with chunky marshmallows, smoothies.

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

smokes: Nope. drinks: Nope. drugs: Nope. been arrested: Nope.

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If a travel guide were to exist for Gallifrey, what would be the highlights?

Your Travel Guide for Gallifrey

Welcome to Gallifrey, the Shining World of the Seven Systems, a planet steeped in history, future, and wonder! Whether you're visiting for the burnt-orange skies, explore its ancient cities, or soak in the aura of a civilisation that's much better than yours, there's something for everyone.

🌍 Key Highlights

🏙️ The Capitol

Gallifrey's Heart: The Capitol is where the threads of Gallifreyan society—politics, culture, and science—meet. Enclosed in a gleaming dome, its High Gothic-meets-Art Deco aesthetic is impressive to off-worlders.

The Citadel: Home to the High Council, the Matrix, and corridors full of people far too important to make eye contact with you. Tour the grand chambers if you're invited.

Low Town: If you're looking for a drink and some atmosphere, nestled beneath the Capitol, this shadowy district is home to the poor/low class and disenfranchised Shobogans. It's gritty, chaotic, and a fascinating glimpse into Gallifrey's underbelly. Just keep your wits about you ...

🎓 Prydos City

The Time Academy: Prydos City is dominated by the Prydonian Academy, the prestigious institution where future Time Lords are trained. Stretching over 28 square miles, it's a maze of lecture halls, libraries, dormitories, and TARDIS bays.

Marketplace of Ideas: Prydos is famous for its unique shops, including concept stalls where you can purchase ideas from across time and space.

Streets of History: The city's streets are paved with intricate mosaics, depicting Gallifrey's rich history, so be sure to look down.

🌌 Arcadia City

The Second City: Arcadia is Gallifrey's cultural hub, known for its artistic flair and stunning desert landscapes. Situated in the Arcadian Sector, the city is surrounded by the Myridian Mountains and the Arcadian Desert.

The Palace of Arcadia: A renowned restaurant that offers some of Gallifrey's finest culinary experiences that finally don't involve fungi.

Fortified Beauty: By the Time War, Arcadia had become Gallifrey's most fortified city with grand towers and defensive walls.

🏜️ The Death Zone

A Forbidden Arena: Once an arena for the Games during the Dark Times, this pentagon-shaped valley is now a chilling reminder of Gallifrey's darker past. Surrounded by a powerful force field, it's a magnet for thrill-seekers and historians alike.

⚱️Ruined Cities of the Wild Lands

Scattered across the Wild Lands are the remains of ancient settlements, abandoned roads, and ghostly ruins from Gallifrey's earlier eras.

🌄 Natural Wonders

⛰️ Mount Cadon

Gallifrey’s Tallest Peak: Rising to the edge of the atmosphere, this legendary mountain is a must-visit for thrill-seekers. Beware of its hallucinogenic snow, which offers visions of your past, future, or that embarrassing thing you said at breakfast.

Lush Slopes: Depending on the season, the mountain is covered in vibrant flora, from lizard-eating blue flowers to hallucinogenic nuts.

🌌 The Wild Lands

Untamed Beauty: A vast expanse of red deserts, rocky mountains, and golden fields. It's home to nomadic Outsiders who've rejected Time Lord traditions—and the killer cats of Gin-Seng, who've rejected you.

The Sea of Life: With its shimmering silver waters and orange sands, this legendary body of water is said to hold mystical properties and has myths and legends attached to it Just don't drink it—it's a metaphor, okay?

🌀The Untempered Schism

A Window to Infinity: Just outside the Capitol lies the Untempered Schism, a shimmering tear in the fabric of reality where Time Lords glimpse the infinite vortex. It's a rite of passage for young initiates.

🌙 Pazithi Gallifreya

Gallifrey's Copper Moon: Pazithi glows a striking copper in the night sky. Once a hub of mining colonies during the Dark Times, it now offers tranquility for lovers and artists.

🚀 Getting Around

🚇 Sub-Surface Transtubes: Gallifrey's underground train system connects its cities. Whether you're headed to Prydos for a lecture or Arcadia for a meal, this is how most Gallifreyans travel.

🛰️ Transmat Systems: Perfect for those in a rush, Transmat systems offer near-instantaneous travel. Side effects include tingling fingers and existential questions about whether you're the “same you” after reassembly.

🚁 Aircar Skimmers: These longboat-shaped vehicles with golden sails and forcefields are relics of a bygone era but still operate regularly.

💡 Tips for Travelers

Stay Curious: From cloisters to hidden libraries, Gallifrey is a treasure trove. Keep your eyes open—you might even spot a Time Lord not glaring at you.

Mind Your Manners: Gallifreyans value decorum. A polite bow and a little self-deprecation will go a long way.

Beware the Wild Lands: Beautiful as they are, these areas are best explored with a guide—and a very healthy respect for local wildlife.

Gallifrey awaits—a world of timeless wonder, breathtaking architecture, and a history that stretches across millennia. Whether you're here to study, explore, or simply gawk as how amazing it all is, you're guaranteed an unforgettable experience.

Related:

💬|🪐🌍How is Gallifreyan geography different to Earth?: The landscape of Gallifrey.

💬|🪐💊What causes the hallucinogenic effects of the snow on Mount Cadon?: Theoretical look at why the snow on Mount Cadon is so wild, man.

💬|🌳🦁What native Gallifreyan species are there?: Overview of the fauna of Gallifrey.

Hope that helped! 😃

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