#drift is like a cat and will get zoomies at night

[writingoddess1125]

You get a very dumb cat that loves Simon

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Gnreader and Beans the Cat!

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• Being the long term partner to Simon 'Ghost' Riley definitely had its up and downs. One of the downs however is how lonely you'd get when he left for missions

• So after a particularly long Mission were your love was gone for months, you decided that a pet was a good way to help cope with the worry and hollowness.

• You'd gotten a cat from a shelter and had it for only a few weeks before Simon returned. One thing you had realized in the short time you had owned the cat was... he wasn't the brightest

• After returning from picking Simon up from the airport and sharing in more kisses then you knew was possibly Simon walked through the door with a happy sigh at being able to return home till he spotted the changes and the cat sitting dead center of the livingroom-

• "What the Hell is that thing?" He says gesturing to the feline staring up at him with his tongue hanging out.

• "I got a cat!" You say cheerfully, Gesturing to the feline he was staring at. Simon stares at the cat. Watching it blink one eye then another as he took a heavy breath.

• "His name is Beans!" You said cheerfully, Simon raiding an eyebrow at this. Before looking back at the cat and could clearly see there was no greater thought behind the damn things eyes as he meowed at him.

• Simon closed his eyes like he was trying to keep himself from either laughing or crying at the same time-

• "Fucken Hell-"

• He finds Beans to be a constant reminder that some creatures don't need brain cells to survive. The cat while sweet is a fucking idiot, it likes to stare at nothing get what you call 'Zoomies' at the most random times and it perplexes Simon how the damn thing survived more then a day. Especially when it clips a wall during one of these Zoomie moments and he has to turn away to keep from laughing.

• The only time he gets mad at it is when he's doing the Dirty with you and feels a pair of eyes staring at him. Turning his head to see God Damn Beans in the doorway staring at the two of you getting it on.

• "Damn that fucking cat-"

• After a few weeks home and with Beans, Simon wakes up from a terrible nightmare/panic attack. Panting as the shadows of his mind had creeped in on his dreams and plagued him with fear and reliving the worse in his life.. Getting up gently as to not wake you he ventures down to the living room to sit and watch TV to hopefully settle his mind just enough to sleep.

• He sighs still sweating from the panic attack and takes a seat on the plush old couch, Running his hand over his naked face as he tried to relax- feeling the itch to grab his balaclava just to add some security to his troubled mind. He heard the gentle sound of bells catching his attention as he watched Beans get up from his fluffy cat bed and walk to him.

• Jumping onto his lap Beans began to gently knead Simon's chest and stomach region. He remembered you saying this was called 'Making Biscuits'

• "Tryin' to comfort me eh?" He questioned as he gently began to pet the cat who was continuing its late night action.

• After a while of this which did distract Simon enough to feel the panic attack start to fade away, Beans curled up high on his chest and begun to purr loud and hard. Vibrating the whole man's chest like a old school massager.

• He felt himself start to relax as the gentle sound of purring began to lull him to sleep, his hand still on the back of the cat gently as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

• The next morning when you get up you walk downstairs to see Simon sitting on the couch with Beans still asleep on his chest, curled in a relaxed ball under his warm hand.

• You take at least 100 pictures of this.

• After that night Simon is more okay with the cat and Beans just adores Simon now. Following him everywhere and sleeping on the soldier at every opportunity.

[mialikeshockey]

Jet - Luke Hughes

part two, to oli

requested by @hrts4edwards

(credit to gif maker)

Luke’s birthday is right around the corner, he’s always talked about getting a dog. Jack and Quinn said that was something he’s always wanted since he was a kid, was a dog.

After all of the foster kittens went to their forever homes, Jack and I have been talking about surprising Luke with a puppy. Jacks always talking about how much Luke has wanted a Shih tzu, so Jack and I got him a Shih tzu.

It’s currently Lukes birthday, I woke up early and started making him a birthday breakfast. In a couple minutes Jack would be bringing over the Shih tzu for Luke.

I flip the French toast that’s on the stove, while Luke walks out of the bedroom. “Good morning, birthday boy.” I smile, while he walks over to me and gives me a kiss on my cheek.

“What are you making?” He questions me getting out some cups to make the coffee I haven’t started on yet. “French toast. Sorry if it’s not what you wanted, it’s just one of our favorite things so, I thought it would be special for your special day.”

Luke just smiles and helps finish everything up. “Why is there more plates out?” Luke looks around, confused. “Your brothers and Nico are coming over.”

Before Luke or I could say another word, someone knocks on the door. “I’ll get it.” Luke walks over to the door and lets Nico and Quinn in the door. “I thought you said Jack was coming too?” Luke pokes his head out of the door frame to see if his brother was left behind in the hallway, but not a sight of the other Hughes was there.

“Jack said he’ll be a little late because of traffic.” Nico states walking over to give me a hug. “Why didn’t he just go with you guys?” Luke says sassly. Quinn tries not to giggle while looking over at me who’s putting food on everyone’s plates. “Come on, eat up while we wait for Jack.” I push Lukes plate in front of him.

After everyone done with eating, Nico helps me do dishes while Quinn keeps Luke busy. “Whys Jack so late?” I ask Nico who’s drying the freshly washed dishes I’m handing him. “He’s probably waiting for the right-.” Before Nico could finish his sentence, there was knocking on the door. “Luke could you get that?” I call out to my boyfriend.

Luke stands up and walks to the door, he opens the door to see Jack standing there with a puppy and a big smile on his face. “So you took so long to buy yourself a new puppy, on my birthday.” Luke laughs while letting Jack in.

“Actually…it’s not mine.” Jack hands Luke the puppy. “Wha-.” Before Luke could say anything fully the puppy licks him. “Happy birthday little bro.” Jack smiles. “Thank you.” Luke walks over to show me.

“You’ve been talking about wanting one, so I talked to everyone about it and we all got together and got it for you. Also because it hasn’t been easy with all the cats leaving, it will give Oli a brother.” I dry my hands off and go up to pet the puppy.

Luke lets the puppy go run around to get his zoomies out so everyone could play with him.

“What are you gonna name him, sweetheart?” Luke takes a second to think. “Jet, I think Jet fits.” Luke giggles watching Jet run back and forth between Nicos legs to Quinns.

After a couple minutes of everyone playing with the dog, they all left, to get ready for Lukes party. “Do you wanna nap before we go? You didn’t sleep well last night.” I ask him, seeing the tiredness on his face. “Honestly…that would be great.”

Luke walks to the bedroom while little Jet follows behind him,Oli staying behind with me. I pick Oli up and head to the room and walk into Jet being cuddled up to Luke already.

“Looks like I have someone who has stolen my boyfriend.” I giggle, petting Jet. Luke smiles and closes his eyes before he drifts off to sleep.

Maybe being an animal mom isn’t bad. Maybe Oli and Jet are all we need.

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this is so bad but I’m so bored at 5am right now and this has been in my drafts since Luna and I were on FaceTime the other night so I thought I’d let her wake up to this. I’ll probably go back and edit it, later in the day because I did not proofread this 😭

[thehollowwriter]

*Skerks down the hallway like a cat coming down with zoomies* I heard you were doing Rollo fluff only requests, so I jumped into your ask box IMMEDIATELY. Do you think you could do some bed-time snuggles with him? I just want to cuddle this obviously touched-starved, emotionally repressed twink so bad you don't even KNOW. He'd probably say he isn't touch starved, that he's only does this because you seem to enjoy it, but then we'd wake up the next morning with half his weight on top of us and him clinging like a desperate koala and refusing to let go. No obsession, no sexual undertones, just a depressed man finding solace in a soft bed, thick blankets, and the warmth of another's arms, finding the peaceful sleep he hasn't know for years.

Aaah this is so cute! Thank you for this anon! ^^

Summary: You convince Rollo to get some well needed sleep. Cuddles ensue.

Warnings: None

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

In Your Grasp

The first thing that came to your mind when you laid eyes on Rollo Flamme was "wow, he needs some sleep."

It wasn't an unusual conclusion. Many people thought the same. The intense gaze of his dark green eyes were just as tired as it was intense. His posture and mannerisms, slow and lethargic as they were prim and proper.

Now, the both of you were dating. It was many months after the events of the masquerade and that thought hasn't changed.

Still, after all this time, the large bags under Rollo's eyes remained.

Rollo was a hard worker and a busybody who rarely gave himself a break. He often stayed up late or even all night in order to get whatever he wanted done, whether it be studying, homework, paperwork for his fellow students or chores.

You knew that he avoided going to bed because he struggled to sleep. He had told you once, during a quiet moment together, that simply laying there alone with his thoughts and nothing to distract him led to thinking about his brother, which in turn led to nightmares plaguing the few moments of sleep he did experience.

While you did sympathise with this, sitting on the edge of his bed watching him fight to stay awake and complete his work made you decide it was time to stop him.

"Rollo," You said softly, taking the paper from his hands. "Rollo you need to go to bed. It's late."

Your words were met with a huff and a dismissive hand wave. "I'm not tired. You should go to bed now, though."

"Not tired? Rollo, look at yourself. You're about to keel over. You drifted off at least twice."

At Rollo's silent, almost disbelieving stare, you sighed. "Let me stay here with you tonight. We can lie together until you fall asleep."

There was a moment were Rollo didn't react, his tired brain taking a pause to process your words. When it did, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink.

"T-Together?" He stammered. "My flame, I-I am not sure about that."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him smiling. "It'll be nice. Besides." You gestured to his large bed tucked into the corner of the room. "There's plenty of space so we won't annoy each other."

Rollo, still pink, looked at you, then at the bed, then his work and then at you again. He gazed at the paper in your hands, squinting.

The words looked blurry. His head was fuzzy. His eyes hurt. He felt heavy.

"Alright," He relented with a sigh. "Let me get ready and I'll... I'll join you in a few minutes."

You, already in your pajamas, sighed in relief and gently kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you." You said, moving to nestle under the blankets.

Rollo set his work aside and and began to get ready for bed, his cheeks burning a much brighter red at the thought of sharing a bed with you.

He blinked, staring to the mirror as he removed his make up, a million flustered thoughts whirling through his mind.

Sleeping... together? In the same bed? Next to you and your warm soft self? You, likely to sleep far more fitfully than he ever would?

Surely, you would rather sleep in your own bed? The one you were familiar with in feeling, scent and comfort? Your room wasn't far from his, it wasn't a long trip and he could walk with you.

Rollo was standing next to his bed in his pajamas before his mind caught up with him and the flustered thoughts began to dissipate.

Still red and unsure, he simply stood there with his hands at his sides and his eyebrows furrowed, looking between you and his bed.

After two excruciating minutes, Rollo carefully lifted the black, royal purple and wine red covers and climbed in next to you. He was stiff and awkward in his movement, biting his lip almost as if he was embarrassed.

He lay in his back, and stared at the dark ceiling with exhausted dark green eyes. Stubbornly, they refused to shut long enough to let him sleep, flying open at the images that would flash behind his eyelids.

It was just like always.

Alone, in the oppressive silence of his room, images of his brother and Rollo's own failure to rip magic from the world dominated his psyche, making his breath catch in his throat and his mouth open in a silent gasp.

No... no that wasn't quite right. He wasn't alone. You were right next to him, huddled under the blankets and facing towards.

"Mon chéri," Rollo began before he could stop himself. "May we... talk? Please?"

Please. Anything to fill the dreadful silence weighing down on him, suffocating him. Please please please please please-

"Sure," You said, and he could hear the smile in your voice. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything." It took every bit of willpower Rollo had to avoid sounding as desperate as he felt. "I don't mind."

He could feel your gaze, brimming with concern, burning into you.

"Why don't you tell me about your day?" You asked after a pause. "I remember you looked like you wanted to throttle someone earlier. Who was the poor fool this time?"

Rollo let out a breath and rolled his eyes. "Today was... fine. Things were going smoothly despite that idiot Solomon's best efforts. It's impossible to get anything done when he's always glued to his phone..."

His voice flowed into the silence and was soon joined by yours. You shifted from one topic to another, talking about anything and everything. Rollo hung onto your every word, and you returned the gesture.

Slowly, Rollo shifted closer to you, pressing against you and taking hold of your hand in a tight grip. You wrapped your arm around him and his stiff body relaxed a little, comforted by your touch.

It was late when you realised Rollo had stopped speaking. You looked to your side to find him resting his head on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest gently rising and falling.

You smiled at the sight and gently kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Rollo." You murmured. Your own eyes slid shut and slowly the world began to fade away.

***

Gentle golden beams of sunlight filtering through the curtains caused your eyes to flutter open and blink away the sleep.

Stiff and uncomfortable, you tried to turn over and stretch, only to find you couldn't move. Something heavy was weighing you down.

It took a few moments, but your tired mind eventually registered that it was in fact Rollo keeping you pinned on your side.

Rollo had his face buried in your neck and his arms wrapped around you as tightly as possible. His legs were tangled with yours, the position ensuring he was pressed as tightly against you as possible, holding you as if he were afraid you would disappear.

Despite your discomfort, you hadn't the heart to move him. He looked serene, a rare expression to see on his face. You chuckled and gently threaded your fingers through his short white hair, kissing his temple.

"I love you, Rollo."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I got excited writing this, so it'd about 1k words in length urugututur

Tagging: @distant-velleity

[whumpy-wyrms]

(Addition to my previous ask)

What are their personalities/dynamics with each other (Dew, Hayden, and Layla)?

Also does Sir Bonkles like the ball python (Hayden’s snake)?

yay i’ve been wanting to talk about these silly guys :D (also adding Sawyer in cuz he’s Dew’s best friend, just not his roomate)

also this got long so i’m putting it under the read more :3

i’ll start with personalities:

so Layla is just overall very silly but also extremely smart and a genuinely nice and caring person. she’s the embodiment of quirky weird girls but doesn’t let people’s negative opinions of her affect her life. she loves animals and nature, especially insects and plants (also frogs and cats). she also really likes astrology but idk what her star sign is cuz i haven’t figured out their birthdays yet. she likes watching cartoons and anime with Dew and Sir Bonkles. she’s also a programmer and video game developer i think, her and Hayden wanna make a game together :3

Layla’s pronouns are she/her, she’s 23, autistic (because i can’t write a neurotypical character for the life of me), shes trans, bi, and 5’4 (one inch taller than Dew HAHAHA)

Hayden is my blorbo i love him. he’s a super nice and playful person, often goofing around and trying to make his friends laugh and have fun. he’s very hyper a lot and def has golden retriever energy. he loves reptiles and will not stop talking about them to anyone who would listen (same) and spends lots of time with his snake Mars. he loves to play video games but also likes being active outside and plays some sports. he and layla are definitely the two extroverts of the group lols

Hayden’s pronouns are he/they, he’s 23, he’s also autistic and has a special interest in reptiles, he’s got ADHD, he’s asexual, pan, and he’s 5’6 (my height)

Sawyer’s a mystery. he’s very closed off and reserved, doesn’t like talking to people much and doesn’t have much friends. but he’s really really nice when you get to know him, it just takes him a while to open up to people because of his social anxiety. he loves to play video games (his special interest) and is overall very introverted. but he loves his dog Rufus more than anything and spends a lot of time taking him on walks outside. he’s also kinda punk rock and has some piercings and tattoos, and he likes playing guitar and making music with Dew :)

Sawyer’s pronouns are he/she and she’s bigender, he’s 22, autistic, has OCD, she’s pansexual, and is 6’1 (the youngest AND tallest of the group)

alright so now their dynamics with each other and Dew:

Sawyer is Dew’s childhood best friend, they’ve been through everything together. Sawyer also has a crush on Dew, but has been too scared to tell him for years. after Dew’s parents died and he moved in with Layla and Hayden, he and Sawyer kinda started drifting further apart. this is because Sawyer didn’t know the other two that well, and she’s just a really socially awkward person and is scared talking to new people. also some other secret spoiler stuff i can’t say, but yeah.

Dew also likes Sawyer but he also likes Hayden and Layla (who are in a relationship) and is scared to tell any of them. i should also probably mention that they’re all polyamorous because i’m on the aroace spectrum and don’t know ANYTHING about romantic relationships, and monogamy just seems boring to me (/lh). so yeah Dew has a crush on all his friends but is a literal CHICKEN (they also like him back but don’t mention it to him. it’s also super obvious i mean Dew is a terrible liar).

Hayden and Layla are the gayest straight couple ever LOLL they’re silly!! (also not straight cuz they’re both bi/pan) they love each other!! i’m happy for them :) don’t know much else to say about that haha. like i said, Sawyer isn’t super close to them or anything but they like to have video game nights together so that’s fun.

Rufus, Sir Bonkles, and Mars all get along with everyone. Hayden doesn’t really let Mars near the cat that much because he can get the zoomies sometimes and go crazy (talking about Sir Bonkles but Hayden is also like that), but yeah they’re chill :) they get along and don’t try to kill each other!! (also not a good idea to introduce a snake and a cat irl)

i thiiink that’s about it about them? there’s probably more but those are all the main things!! OH YEAH Hayden is a huge sci-fi nerd and he sometimes desperately wishes he could be abducted by aliens and go on fun space adventures (same bro). and i’m making an alien abduction au with him being a main part of it, so im excited about that :3

[ocoree]

A midge over a day almost exactly a week ago I was perusing the local pet store getting cat litter, and as part of my usual ritualistic circuit browsing from the bird section around back past cat, through dog, and ending at small critter, I detoured by the betta wall in the middle. Had been thinking about them for a while, as my office wants to see a tank set up again, and I happened to have a spare 20 gallon long tank floating around gathering dust. Last pass through I saw a gorgeous black and white betta, and wondered if there were other gems this round. Sure, some pretty ones, nothing that really stood out to me though (was kinda leaning to a platinum or opal betta to make a darkwater tank, bonus if they were a sturdy king plakat with no frilly fins to worry about being chewed on by tank mates). My eyes drifted over to spot a section of 'Glow Bettas', and felt my lip curl in disgust after seeing the ones that came through the doors at my prior pet-store job in a rival store - and now noticing there were yet new colors forced upon them. Leaning down to inspect them better, I happened to notice a sad little slip of silver in a dirty cup next to them. I didn't know what alien bettas were - and seeing the few active ones on another section I couldn't parse out what made them distinct from the rest with their muddy green shine. This one felt different for me, and when I held him up to the light I saw a blue and purple sheen over him, and he was a little disgruntled that I disturbed him from his curled up position. "Huh, that's different." I thought, and toyed with the idea of a silver betta instead of a white one in my communal tank. His condition wasn't the best, but neither was his water situation with it being fouled and yellowed by too much food - an easy fix, and his responsiveness despite it indicated he'd bounce back with some fresh water and proper feeding. Next day I was still thinking about him, and my co-workers urged me to scoop him up if I felt confident taking him in. So I scrambled out on my lunch break and found him still in the same spot quite ignored over the showier and healthier individuals. Lad wasn't too happy about it, but soon after I got him situated in his travel tank with some spring water he started turning the most vibrant blue and moving around considerably. He was still falling to the bottom of the tank though, and laying curled on his side when he tired out, which tipped me off to him having possible swim bladder issues (think like a tummy ache from too much food for non-fishkeepers that affects their ability to stay afloat - it either makes them sink like a stone, or float like a cork which is bad for a betta that needs air if left untreated) and a game plan to help him pull through it. First night home, I dug out a little 2.5 gal tank I had intended to use for craft displays for whenever I got around to doing craft shows, and got him more properly situated with a sandy bottom and modified silk plants (plus a little anubia and a couple moss balls to start off with for my first live aquarium plants). Little dude was happy exploring between periods of resting, and looked a lot livelier even with the tank half-full -

I happened to fall sick right at the same time from a coworker coming in and sharing her bug with everyone, so the weekend gave me time to spend around his tank and keep him under observation. Watching him exploring and getting improving in his environment was a treat -

And then finally, after a tentative meal of thawed pea to make sure his system was thoroughly cleaned out, it was time to give him a proper meal of thawed bloodworms - just two, as he's a little fellow. Boy, I think I opened his eyes to what a betta should be eating. Dude couldn't get enough and started doing a very energetic Begging Dance and zoomies afterwards -

After that day any time he saw me move near his tank, or even turn my head to look his direction, he'd go into an excited fit of zooming around the front of the tank, look up to the surface, and zoom some more! I even tried to see if I could carefully walk up to the tank out of what I thought was his view, but when I peeked around the railing of the shelf he was on - little dude was staring right back at me from that corner of the tank! Today was the first day I did a water change in his tank - wasn't sure how he'd take it, but he was mostly baffled by the strange thing intruding his space, and curious about the stream of water coming into his tank. Later I found him contemplating the new water level in his home from when he started out (the blur line is where the old water level was, I just need to get in there and scrub it off) -

Sure he may always have his issue with staying afloat in the water, and may have to live out his life in this little tank because of it, but darned if I'm not gonna try to make sure he's well cared for. My eventual goal is to make his little tank fully planted like a mini world, maybe put a little cherry shrimp or two in there with him, and keep serving him food on a toothpick like the spoiled boy he is. I would have loved to try to put him in the 20 gal communal tank when it goes up, but I worry that may cause more issues for him if he can't maintain his buoyancy in any water deeper than this tank. It's clearly not dampening his style though! I'm not entirely sure what spurred me to take him in - likely a mixture of, "I can help this animal that would have otherwise been overlooked time and time again until he fell too ill to recover", disdain from having seen how this store handles their betta stock compared to the one I worked with, and.. maybe a little bit of spite... A point of principle so to speak.. A way to show that even if they're not the flashiest or most active in their little container, a little bit of careful love and awareness can make a difference for one little fish. Currently waiting on some lava rock to arrive that I ordered to start hardscaping the bigger tanks, so I'll try to post updates as his tank evolves! Any advice for setting up a planted tank would be great! I've not done much in the way of exploring that aspect of fishkeeping, so if I can hit the ground running with as much knowledge as possible the better I can make a successful setup! At the moment my plant plans are - Java Moss, duckweed, Anubia +/or hornwort + some kind of carpet plant for the bottom - not sure what though.

[maybeimamuppet]

day 4: playing in the snow

day four!!! let’s go rock and roll!!!

i’m realizing their ages matter here less than i thought. hum. anyway. i imagined cady as ~23 and janis as ~24 here but wooow it’s the fourth day in a row of you guys being able to do whatever you want who would’ve guessed.

anyway. enjoy!!!

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Janis wakes up absolutely freezing. She grumbles to herself and looks around to see why, and is surprised to see her own legs. She looks next to her, and sure enough, Cady has stolen their whole duvet and turned herself into a little sushi roll next to her.

She looks the other way to check the time, and sees it’s already almost ten. So, still grumbling, she pulls herself out of bed and goes to make coffee, and tea for Cady. “Little thief. Stealing my blanket.”

Elvira is at her heels immediately, following so close she nearly trips Janis and meowing loudly for some breakfast.

“Morning, Ellie,” Janis says, bending down to scritch her head before continuing to the kitchen. “You want tuna and chicken or salmon and turkey for breakfast?”

Elvira just beeps in response, purring and rubbing herself around Janis’ ankles.

“You had the tuna and chicken stuff for dinner, let’s change it up,” Janis says as if the cat can understand her. She holds her breath as she scoops the heinous smelling mush into Elvira’s bowl and puts it on the ground. “There ya go.”

Janis is lost in her head while she heats up the water for their beverages. It’s not until she hears a series of quiet thumps on the window that she comes back to reality and looks up.

Elvira has, evidently, finished her breakfast and now has the zoomies. Her pupils are the size of saucers and her tail flicks frantically as she leaps at the window and attacks it.

“The fuck are you doing?” Janis chuckles, coming to see what she’s up to. “Whoa.”

Elvira is batting at huge snowflakes, drifting down and landing on a thick blanket of it already resting on the ground. It’s coming down hard. Janis checks her phone and sees a weather alert for a blizzard.

She smiles to herself and clicks her phone back off, grabbing both mugs and heading back to the bedroom. Cady has shifted and is now lying sideways on the bed, still completely wrapped in the duvet. Janis rests the cups on her nightstand and pokes around at the blanket until she finds Cady’s face.

“Caddyyyyy,” she coaxes, kissing Cady’s forehead. Cady grumbles crankily and tries to bat her away, but her hands are still stuck. “You gotta wake up.”

“Nooo,” Cady whines, turning her head to try to get away from the sweet kisses covering her face. “Don’ wanna.”

“Come on, I made your tea,” Janis hums. “And I have a surprise for you.”

That gets one crystal blue eye to pop open. “S’prise? Wha’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, I promise. You’ll like it,” Janis says. “Come on.”

Cady begrudgingly opens her other eye and looks at her. She tries to wriggle out of her cocoon, to no avail. “I’m stuck.”

Janis laughs. “We could make a business out of this. Sleep burritos. Just leave you in bed with a tortilla and some fillings for a night. We’d make bank.”

Cady chuckles at that too, and squeals as Janis takes the opportunity to kiss all over her face without being pushed away.

“Okay, okay, let’s unroll you,” Janis chuckles when she finally pleads for mercy. “Where’s the end?”

“I dunno,” Cady says. “Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got into this situation.”

“I am. I think sleep you would be killer at origami,” Janis laughs, finally finding a corner and pulling as hard as she can. Cady rolls the other way and eventually frees an arm and manages to scoot out the rest of the way. “There you are.”

“Here I am,” Cady says. Janis hands over her tea, which she takes thankfully. “Thank you Jellybean.”

“You’re welcome, Kitkat,” Janis replies, sliding back in bed next to her and grabbing her own mug of coffee. Elvira comes leaping onto the bed from above and plops down into Cady’s lap.

“Good morning, pretty kitty,” Cady coos, scratching Ellie’s little ears and chin. Elvira purrs and settles in further, going totally liquid over both of them and relishing in the pampering. “Oh, yes, you’re sooo spoiled. But you deserve it.”

“Do you want to see your surprise?” Janis asks quietly. Cady hums into her tea when she remembers and raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah, what did you do?”

“Honestly, I didn’t have any part in it. But I still think you’ll like it.”

Cady lifts a suspicious eyebrow. “Okay then. Where is it?”

Janis leans in to kiss her cheek before she carefully removes the cat from her lap. “Go look out the window.”

Cady keeps her eyebrow up but does crawl out of bed and open the curtains. She squeals happily when she sees what Janis was on about. “Snow! Can we go out in it?”

“Sure, Peanut,” Janis chuckles as Cady leaps on top of her with another squeal and kisses her jaw. “After breakfast.”

Cady flies out the door to go start cooking, followed by Janis and the cat.

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Cady plops herself on the ground by the back door with her breakfast, staring eagerly at the snow coming down. Janis smiles lovingly and sits down next to her.

“What do you think?”

“I’m so excited!” Cady squeals. “It’s so pretty, look at it, Jayjay. Isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Not quite,” Janis replies quietly. Cady whirls around in shock and finds her wife staring meaningfully at her. She grins and tackles Janis to the ground with a kiss.

“It has absolutely nothing on you,” she murmurs against Janis’ lips. “I still can’t believe you’re mine. I love you so much.”

Janis just reaches up and cups Cady’s face, gently bringing their lips together again. And again, and again, and again.

“I love you too. Finish your breakfast so we can go play in your snow, my little snowflake.”

—-

Cady wolfs down her breakfast and eagerly pulls all their snow gear out of the closet. Janis is still working on her meal when her wife returns totally dressed for the weather.

“Hey, Caddy cat,” she chuckles, flicking one of the ears on Cady’s hat. “You look cute.”

“Thanks!” Cady chirps happily. “Can we go now?”

Janis shovels the rest of her breakfast into her mouth in one go and nods, reaching a hand out for the offered snow gear Cady still has in her hands. “Come on, Peanut, let’s go play.”

“Yes!” Cady squeals, running out the front door. Janis sighs and shakes her head affectionately.

“Little nutcase.”

—————

“You coming?” Janis asks when they’re in the parking lot. Cady is standing in the doorway looking anxiously at the glittery white stuff that has her surrounded.

“I’m nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know what it’s like,” Cady says. “I only saw it on Kilimanjaro, and there wasn’t this much.”

“Oh. Well, it’s… cold. But it’s soft, this kind sort of tickles, and then the stuff on the ground almost crunches, since it has bigger ice crystals in it. It’s still soft, though. The only dangerous thing is if it covers something you could step on, but your boots will protect you from that anyway,” Janis comforts. “Come get me to start, we can go back if you don’t like it.”

Cady nods and shuffles her way over in her big puffy coat. Janis grins as the little cat ears on her hat move as she does. “Oh.”

“Told you,” Janis chuckles. “Come on, let’s go to the park. We’ll have more room there.”

—-

“Whoa,” Cady whispers when she sees their favorite park all blanketed in snow. It glitters in the sun, like a cushion of diamonds covering all the greenery she’s used to.

“Come on,” Janis coaxes, reaching out a gloved hand. Cady puts her mittened one in it and follows her further. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do in the snow?”

“Make a snowman!”

“Then let’s get going,” Janis chuckles, kissing her sweetly before bending down and picking up a handful. Cady stands next to her aimlessly.

“How?”

“Oh. Take this,” Janis says, handing over the small snowball. “And roll it around until it’s as big as you want it. We need to put two more on top, so don’t make it too small, but don’t make it too big either.”

“Uh… okay,” Cady says anxiously. This has to be the most perfect snowman ever, this is a big responsibility. Janis makes another snowball and starts rolling it around to make their snowman’s belly. Cady copies her motions and watches as her snowball gets bigger and bigger and bigger. “I did it!”

“Nice, babes, that’s perfect,” Janis pants. Cady beams and points to it for Janis to put the belly on. Janis grunts a bit, but does manage to get it in place. Cady helps pad it to

make sure it’s steady before she starts making a final snowball for the head.

“There!” she cheers contently when the tower of snowballs is in place. Janis looks at it as she tries to get her breath back and nods proudly.

“I forgot to bring any decorations for it,” she says sadly.

“Oh! I did,” Cady says, pulling a whole carrot and some actual coal out of one of her pockets.

“How long have you been carrying those around?”

“All month! In case a snowman happened,” Cady explains. Janis winces a bit at the four-day-old carrot, but shrugs.

“Where did you get coal?”

“Damian brought me some from one of his trips,” Cady says as she pops the carrot into place. “Aww! Our snow baby has a nose!”

“Snow baby?” Janis chuckles.

“We made it together! It’s our kid!”

“I dunno how I feel about that,” Janis laughs. She puts her hands in her pockets as she steps back to observe and feels something smooth. “Oh, I have some buttons for him. Those probably came from something, oh well.”

Cady takes them and pops them into place, along with his coal eyes. “He’s naked.”

“I have an extra hat in the car,” Janis chuckles. “Maybe a scarf.”

Cady runs to go get them as fast as she can. She’s slowed down a bit by her thick snow pants and clunky boots, but she still makes remarkably good time. Janis gives her an awkward high five when she returns with the mentioned scarf, hat, and a pride necklace she found somewhere.

“Nice,” Janis chuckles. “Your first snowman!”

“Come take pictures with us,” Cady coaxes, removing one of her mittens and pulling out her phone for a selfie session. Janis laughs lovingly at her and goes to stand on the other side of their snow-child.

-

“What now?” Cady asks eagerly. She realizes the snow is crunching under her feet and bounces up and down happily. “Oh, this is fun!”

“You’re cute,” Janis chuckles. “Come on, let’s go sledding.”

“But we don’t have sleds,” Cady says confusedly.

“So?” Janis says once they’re on top of the hill. “Don’t need ‘em.”

“How do-“ Cady tries to ask, but is interrupted by Janis lying down on her belly and sliding down that way. “Oh. I guess that works.”

“Try it, baby!” Janis calls from the bottom. “It’s fun!”

“Okay,” Cady says anxiously. She decides to go on her back for her first go so she can go feet-first. “Are you sure it’s safe?”

“Not at all, come on!”

“Janis!” Cady yells once she’s already moving. Surprisingly, Janis was correct. By the time she makes it to the bottom she’s giggling happily. Janis comes up and smiles at her, reaching out a hand to help her up. “Again!”

“Okay, come on,” Janis chuckles. Cady follows her back up the hill once more to go again. Janis lies down, and Cady settles on top of her. “You coming with me?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay then. Hold on tight,” Janis giggles, giving them a push to get them going. Cady clings to her neck and laughs into her ear the whole way down. Janis smiles back. Hearing Cady’s laugh makes having her ribs squished almost worth it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Cads,” Janis murmurs, smiling into the sweet kiss Cady gives her. “You gonna let me up anytime soon?”

“No.” Cady replies, nuzzling into her neck. “Let’s just stay here for a while.”

Janis’ coat is pretty well insulated, and she has her wife to warm her up. She supposes they can stay there for a little while. “Okay, baby.”

—-

“What does it taste like?” Cady asks after a long time. Janis opens one eye to look at her and finds her peering curiously at the snow beneath them.

“Water,” Janis chuckles. “Just don’t eat any that isn’t white. Or if it has, like, visible dirt in it.”

“Ew,” Cady shudders at the image. She grabs a handful and looks at it carefully, before she hesitantly pokes her tongue out and takes a taste. “Mmm!”

“Good?”

“Mmhmm!” Cady hums eagerly. “Oh! We should make snow cones!”

“With real snow?”

“Yeah! It’ll be, like, the most accurate snow cone ever!” Cady says, bouncing up and down a little bit. “Let’s go home, I wanna try some!”

“Okay, okay,” Janis chuckles. “Calm down.”

“No!”

“Of course.”

—————

“What kind did you make?” Cady asks, peeking into Janis’ mug of snow to see what flavor she’s added.

“Coffee,” Janis says. “I figured it might be good, but it just melted the snow.”

“It’s probably the perfect temperature, though!”

Janis chuckles and kisses Cady’s cheek. “You little optimist. What did you do?”

“Maple syrup,” Cady says. “I read about this maple taffy stuff people make in Canada and it sounds really good, but I don’t know how they do it. So I did this instead.”

Janis steals a chunk of maple snow and pops it in her mouth. The crystal texture is a little bit odd, but it’s very tasty. “Hmm. Might be something to that taffy idea.”

“I’ll look for a recipe,” Cady says. “Maybe on a day you’re not here.”

“Why?” Janis pouts.

“I’d rather not take you to the hospital for a sugar burn,” Cady giggles. “You’re not great at following recipes, my love.”

“It’s better if you just wing it,” Janis defends. “I can cook!”

“But you can’t bake,” Cady hums, pressing up on her tiptoes for a kiss as she winds her arms around Janis’ neck. “Because you won’t let anyone tell you what to do.”

“You love me,” Janis pouts.

“I do,” Cady replies quietly. “Very much.”

Janis bends down for another kiss, tasting a strange mix of maple and coffee. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Cady teases.

Janis shakes her head and wonders if they’ll ever reach a conclusion here. She really hopes they won’t.

“I love you most.”

—————

ta daaaa!! day four DONE hope you enjoyed!!

[sternenteile]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

most often, you may find that geno smells of something like a toasted marshmallow. the scent of a faint burn resides in space, and with that smell of stardust comes sugar from a constant stream of honey-tasting star bits. he also smells faintly of something more earthy, one of those homely scents that you just can’t place entirely, but all you know is that it’s comforting.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

in his star form, they just feel like soft nubs with hardly any sensation to him whatsoever. it feels a lot like human skin, but lighter, perfectly smooth, and almost without feeling at all —— like something drifting constantly between a gas and a solid. in the doll, his hands are of splintered wood, flawed in their many scuffs and repairs, but kept as sanded down as possible. splintering is really only felt if you really get into his joints, where it’s definitely harder for him to tend to things. he rarely gets an opportunity for the doll to be taken apart and tended to that deeply.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

what doesn’t he? he’ll eat whatever he gets his hands on. star bits are his forté, of course, but his diet, since being planetbound for the first time, has expanded hugely. he’ll eat anything from basic crackers to whopping pies of pizza with everything and the kitchen sink on them. he’s even occasionally eaten things that are... notably not edible. it doesn’t work out most times, but at least it doesn’t poison him. much.

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

his voice is average. it’s not going to blow you away, by any means, but he is able to hold his cadence for a lovely lullaby. don’t take him to a karaoke bar, though. when he gets really into it and gets loud, all sense of control is gone. then it’ll probably cost you an eardrum or two.

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

he fiddles with his cape very often as a tic, whether it’s from something as simple as idling and daydreaming to something more complex like anxiety. he mainly fusses over the pointed, gold folds towards his neck, as well as the twine holding the cape intact. in his star form, he has an uncommon habit of stimming found in stars, most often in younger ones. you know how cats have zoomies? those moments where they’re bounding with so much energy that they have to release it somehow? and that somehow means bouncing off of the walls and zipping around with no real destination? yeah, it’s that.

as for bad habits, eating things he isn’t supposed to is one of them. behaving impulsively in general leads to things like this, as well as getting himself into sticky situations fast, speaking out of line, and so forth. he is just an impulsive guy.

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

he typically remains in his usual cape, but he’s up for a change of clothes every so often! he’ll just... kind of wear whatever is around? he has capes from his adventures with mario and co., such as the sailor cape, mega cape, star cape, etc. he also picks stuff up while shopping with buddies like peach and mallow, anything from funny shirts with meme cats on them to the occasional sundresses and ol’ country suspenders a la rose town fashion. his sense of fashion is very... all over the place, and he’s not great at coordinating, but it’s not like he’s used to, well, wearing clothes like people.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛��𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

VERY. VERY. he loves to cuddle and hug, he could sit in silence with an old friend with perfect contentment, he is genuinely an excitable, interested listener, he’s supportive, he’s kind, he’ll try to make you laugh if you’re down, hold you, give you tea, HUGS, HUGS, HUGS. did i mention hugs? he is a very huggy guy. he’s been so love- and touch-starved all of his life that he can’t get enough of it now. he’s making up for lost time, see. 

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

curled into himself and holding his arms close to himself is how he most often sleeps. it’s a sleep position often associated with loneliness, as far as i’ve seen, something withdrawn, protective, and closed-in, as to gather warmth in oneself that otherwise is lacking while sleeping —— as if ‘hugging’ oneself. in his star form, though, he just sleeps while afloat and upright lmao.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

he’s often very quiet when traversing the halls at night, usually for midnight snacking treks or a walk (yes, even late at night or early in the morning, as stars don’t sleep as much as most). he’s incredibly good at keeping mum... unless he stumbles and runs into something. alas, his balance is hit-or-miss in his doll form, so he may cause more clatter and ruckus during some nights than others. that plate shattering? that fridge door slipping out of his fingers suddenly and slamming shut? that box of crackers he dropped from a height? him falling off of the stool or countertop while trying to reach the cookie jar? yeah, sorry about that.

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tagging:  all yall!!!!

[sigurdjarlson]

Diily’s old friend nightsaber sanctuary headcanons or just random headcanons about her sabers

She is genuinely baffled when people describe cats as cold and aloof. Clearly they’ve never been close with one if they thought that. They’re very demanding when they want cuddles and they want a lot of them. They just want them on their own terms and she respects that

She play wrestles with them constantly and finds it amusing when people freak out. She knows who she can trust enough to roughhouse with and who she can’t. Some sabers have less self control than others. She has the scars to prove it. She never blames the cat though. She knows it’s her own fault. They’re just doing what they were made to do.

Whitestorm one of her pure white frostsabers (am I stealing some of my fav warrior cats names on some of them?) was being trained and she made the mistake of traveling through Elwynn forest and well she ended up having to pay a farmer handsomely for his lost sheep. It’s not the first or last time this has happened

He tried to pretend he didn’t do it but he’s all white so..it’s not like he could hide the blood. Diily never punishes them because why would she for them doing what they were born to do? However she does double down on training them not to attack certain things until ordered to. It’s an exercise in self control for them really.

She’s taken to putting a “I need space” bandana on the sabers still be socialized or ones who are just moody. She saw it on a dog and thought it was a brilliant idea

She then proceeded to put one on Alaluria and Gaillen. Alaluria kept it

Full grown riding sabers may be huge but they don’t usually consider themselves to be. You can often find them sprawled across Diily who’s most likely just accepted her fate

They are big and demand cuddles. Give them the cuddles or they will..cuddle you anyway and there’s nothing you can do about it

They are apex predators. Designed by evolution to do one thing kill. Anything can be prey..including tiny bugs like flies. And this is as disastrous as you can imagine. Full grown nightsaber knocking furniture over and bowling over people to get to said fly.

Cubs however get more wiggle room and Diily will lift them up in the air and chase after flies so they can catch them. It’s hilarious. It’s even more hilarious if one or both of her sisters have a cub too and it’s like a competition (the saviors of Azeroth everybody..)

The laser pointer was an amazing discovery for Diily and she’s spent hours making them chase after the mysterious uncatchable red dot. She feels bad after a while and gives em a treat

Teething cubs are..Diily has scars all over hands. Her sisters do too. Many nightsaber handlers do if they deal with cubs frequently.

Ever had to take care of a nightsaber with a toothache? It’s more pathetic than frightening really. “You’re an apex predator you big baby”

She does have a rather decent array of veterinary knowledge. Some her mother taught her and the rest she learned in her 10,000+ years on Azeroth.

She stays in Stormwind and Dalaran frequently and honestly culture clashes are kind of hilarious. Apparently it is NOT acceptable to cut up mice in the middle of town for your new-just-starting-to-eat-solids cubs and this will cause people to send the guards to get you for some reason and then your boyfriend will have to bail you out

Nor is it acceptable to give your boyfriend dead animals at his workplace. Which honestly is kind of ridiculous if you ask her but whatever you say Khadgar

Bloodsicles are absolutely terrifying to most humans apparently. They’re not for her, you dimwits. Although..she has tasted them before out of curiosity (shhh) ...Alaluria kind of likes them

Rough housing is just sort of the Wintermoon daily schedule. It amuses Diily and her sisters how shocked people can be when they see them wrestling with her cats. And sure she’s gotten hurt by accident several times playing with them (they’re big buy don’t mean to usually) but she’s gotten hurt rough housing with Alaluria and Ladelia far more times. Especially Alaluria.

Shadowfang (Alaluria’s nightsaber turned felsaber) loves Illidan so much. Partially because he saved her life by using the fel to transform ber into a felsaber and also because she knows Alaluria loves him so..

Sometimes he gives her scratches when no one is looking. Shhhhh.

She likes to bring him dead demons and he’ll be like “go find me something bigger” and it was like a running joke with him and the cat. She never got a chance to bring him a pitlord though :/ to be fair Alaluria does the same thing to his amusement and satisfaction. (Weirdo)

The thing is..no night elf is immune to nightsaber charms. Even Illidan “The Betrayer” Stormrage. In very rare moments at the temple he’d sit with them and he’d pet her absentmindedly without even thinking about it.

He misses his nightsaber. No one really knows what happened to her besides him and he never talks about it. He does have a long fang in his chambers though. It’s customary for a night elf to keep the fang of their saber once they pass.

Her purr is bizarre and warped sounding now but it’s still cute to Alaluria. She loves her fel infused baby with all her heart.

Diily warmed to Illidan just a little more when she saw him petting Shadow.

Ashenvale was like a gut punch to her. The horde killed the sabers first (sadly this is canon via the book) so the night elves wouldn’t be able to ride away to get reinforcements

She wept for them just as much as she wept for her sisters in arms. And filled her with even more rage. How could you be so heartless? (I think that’s what made me finally burst into actual tears while reading)

there are members of the horde who decided to gloat openly about this. They won’t gloat about anything ever again

Sabers are not usually solitary. They live in prides like lions do. It’s how they were able to successfully be domesticated over millions of years. Similar to humans with wolves and then dogs.

They love unconditionally. It’s not uncommon for a saber to die by their handler’s side because they refuse to leave them even after their body has long been cold. They will die to protect their handlers. Without question and without hesitation.

Diily feels it’s only fair they receive the same unconditional love and loyalty back. Nothing pisses her off more than someone mistreating their nightsaber. How dare you? You have to be a special kind of monster to hurt one when they’ve done nothing but love you.

Nightsabers are incredibly long lived. Which is kind of canon. Tyrande has had hers for thousands upon thousands of years. I couldn’t tell you how or why they are but they are as long-lived as their elven companions.

It’s incredibly difficult to rehome a saber after they lose their rider. They tend to become very aggressive and standoffish. It takes a lot of time and patience and TLC to help them move on.

Sometimes wisps play with nightsabers. No one could know whether or not they knew the nightsaber in their lifetime or if they’re just fond of them but they’ll drift close and then of paws reach, letting them chase them (paws will just go right through them) interestingly enough their claws are always sheathed when doing this. As if they know it’s play

Diily has had to teach her cats not to hunt ravens after an unfortunate incident with Khadgar. He was fine but he never wants to be caught between a saber’s jaws again lmao. It was very unpleasant.

Some like to swim some don’t. Many do though if they’re introduced to water as cubs. Diily has so much fun with it.

Diily commands them in Darnassian. It’s kind of amusing to watch an enemy’s face pale when she says something they can’t understand and suddenly there’s a very large saber advancing towards them. “Kill.” Is the command you don’t want though because cute as they are they do that very well.

She enjoys the hunt as much as they do.

She usually doesn’t let them eat corpses of people unless she has absolutely no respect for the person they killed. It’s kind of macabre but her sabers have to eat after all..

There’s a myth that once they’ve tasted human flesh they’ll become man-eaters and Diily finds it amusing because all of them have tasted human flesh and they’re no different than they were before. “Who’s mama’s little man-eater? You are!”

There are so many morphs and subspecies. Especially once tigers started becoming common pets. You can find some very unique colors and patterns. Although most night elves don’t allow them to mix with other species.

Dental hygiene is important and you can find Diily brushing their fangs sometimes and it’s just very amusing.

They usually keep their own claws trimmed if the ripped up tree trunks are any indication.

Like any animal they can have behavioral issues. Food aggression, fear aggression, etc. you just have to know how to read them and work with them.

They’re very in tune with their owners and usually you can tell when an elf doesn’t like someone even if they have the sweetest smile on their face..because their saber is acting particularly aggressive around that person.

On the flip side they like people who their owners like. Usually.

Don’t be fooled Diily has scars from making mistakes with sabers. Moving too fast, too close too soon, turning her back on an untrained one. She never blames them though. Not even for a second. It’s her fault. They’re doing what they were born to do.

They are bottomless pits. They are always hungry and act like they’re starving but they just ate an entire moose. Don’t be fooled by the big eyes and cute meows.

They are big cats but they’re still cats. They knock things over for no reason. They LOVE boxes. They get the zoomies.

Fat sabers exist. It’s not healthy naturally but god damn it..you can’t help but find it cute when you see one.

Don’t make jokes about turning her cats into coats or rugs. Just..don’t.

Some like being brushed and pampered some don’t. It just depends on the saber.

They are very intelligent. Sometimes they seem as intelligent as their elven companions. Honestly they are.

Diily loves her babies

[arabellaflynn]

I woke up this morning trying desperately to remember what day of the week it was and whether there was anything special about it. As of this writing, it's Friday, and no. 

It has become clear that I have moved into a situation of grinding poverty. I knew when I got here that nobody was going to have any money. Literally everybody involved in this venture is disabled in some way, which in modern America means you are left to starve by default. What I didn't realize until I got here is that the other two kids in this apartment grew up in this kind of deprivation, without any useful parental figures of any kind.

When I arrived, there was no bath mat. I assumed this was because everyone was skint and had better things to do with $8 than buy one. I probably had better things to do with that money, but I was tired of slipping on wet tile, so I went and ordered one anyway. They said thank you. I also ordered a wire shelf for the freezer, because I was tired of vegan "patties" trying to avalanche onto my feet every time I opened the door. They said WAIT SHIT WHAT FREEZER SHELVES ARE A THING? I said yes, you can get them for $10 on Amazon. My parents were emotionally abusive and neglectful, but they were also upper-middle class and WASPy as fuck. The one thing they did do at a near-Olympic level of expertise was buy fucking housewares.

I gave the shorter housemate a bag of toiletry samples I keep around for travel, because who the fuck knows when that will be happening again. They were astounded by the quality. The samples were all products I use or have used. None were expensive. When people ask me what kind of shampoo I use the answer is "the kind that is on sale 2/$7 when I go to CVS". I get annoyed when I have to buy more Cetaphil once every four years and it costs $14.99 a vat instead of $6.99. 

Tuesday night, everyone had oodles of fun talking to the EMTs. Short Housemate has a laundry list of medical problems, and "asthma" is on it about six times. We were busy getting all seven house rats treated for lice (oh, yes -- the rats are scratching themselves scabby again, and between the two of us, we had seven at the time), a process that involves cleaning all the cages thoroughly and having the individual rats out and quarantined for an hour while the Revolution dries, so the other rats don't groom it off them. Brief tangent, vet visits ain't free, there is a GoFundMe here. 

Short Housemate's love for rats and allergy to rats are almost equal. They had a coughing fit that turned into an asthma attack, lunged for their inhaler and found that didn't fix it, sent Tall Housemate (their gf) off to get their nebulizer, found that didn't fix it, foolishly tried to stand up, conked right out on the floor in front of me and had a hypoxic seizure. I asked Tall Housemate if they'd ever done this in front of her before. Answer: No. Okay then. Time for 911. Short Housemate has what I gather is some pretty nasty history with hospitals and Tall Housemate has mentioned being on the spectrum and has been told 'no hospitals' by Short Housemate, so I had to contend with the two flailing at me trying to get me off the phone while I waved at both of them to fuck off and told the dispatcher where we were. 

I get to do this about once a decade. The last time it happened, we lived in an apartment literally behind an ambulance station. The roommate in question had been so sick she was unable to keep anything down, including water, for two days, which she had not bothered to tell us. I stole her shoes while she was on the floor and hurled them back into the bowels of the apartment so she couldn't be a dumbass and try to go to work like that, phoned her boss to tell him that she'd passed out on the bathroom floor so he wouldn't let her go to work like that, and told her that if she didn't gather her shit and call her sister to take her to the ER I was going to hover over her until she lost consciousness again, at which point I would go next door and summon the paramedics in person.

I've now been apologized to by Short Housemate, Tall Housemate, and a related third party who was on the phone with them from a different state at the time, who all told me I did the right thing. Yes, I know, that's why I did it. I would like Short Housemate to be alive to be pissed at me later. The fact that this was the correct thing to do was confirmed by the way the EMTs refused to leave our living room until either Short Housemate could breathe well enough to talk to the attending on the phone, or they agreed to ride in the whoo-whoo wagon to the actual hospital, where they could be given the really good drugs under supervision.

This evening I got to make a three-hour round trip out to Lowell to pick up yet more rats. People keep contacting Short Housemate to take rats who need new homes, and they are terrible at saying no. This set belonged to a lady who was incredibly flaky about getting them to us, and also owned a snake so was probably not so big on #ratlivesmatter, if you catch my drift. She ghosted us twice before I said I would just goddamn go up to Lowell on the train and get them from her. 

Lowell, MA, was a lovely town about 100 years ago, and hasn't quite caught up since. It's at the end of the commuter rail line, so that was a nice 45 minute ride that I got to spend staring out the window, because the car wifi wasn't working and my tablet was running out of battery. She said the rats were skittish so I was prepared for biting, but no; she just didn't know anything about rats. They were wiggly and zoomy, but it took me all of two minutes to scoop them out of the shoebox she had them in and plop them into the cat carrier I brought. Then I got right back on the same train I'd just gotten off of to get back into Boston, where the conductor saved me from having to buy a return ticket by not giving two shits, which is frequently the case. 

[The commuter rail out here could be accurately described as "laissez-fare". The conductors tend to only check passes in the direction the regular commuters are going (in my case, from Boston to Lowell at 5 o'clock on a Friday) and otherwise just sort of walk through the car making sure you're not setting the seats on fire or trying to transport cattle to a flag stop or whatever. If you're traveling from one stop outside of the central zone in Boston to the next stop outside of Boston, they will be annoyed if you actually stop them and attempt to buy a ticket.]

The two rats are much younger than she thought they were. She said six months; they look more like 4-ish, and sort of small for that. My guess is that they were fed nothing but plain lab block, which is okay for them, but does not result in the sort of squashy chonks that my rats generally are. We promptly fed them scrambled eggs and peas, which they devoured. The boy is mine and is named Tseng, because I have a theme here; the girl belongs to Short Housemate and, as she has been living in a cage with the boy(!?!?!?) is predictably already pregnant.

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