#ginger cat master post

[lauralot89]

Ginger Cats in Animated Films

I’m compiling a database of every ginger cat in the media. See the master post for all forms of media here.

Animated television shows are their own post.

If I am missing any ginger cats, please comment so it can be added to the list.

Abraham Delacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley, Hit Cat, and Toulouse (The Aristocats)

Banjo (Banjo the Woodpile Cat)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Butch and Kittens (Chips Off the Old Block)

Butch (Chow Hound)

Danny (Cats Don't Dance)

Dee Dee (The Dingles)

Edmund (Rock-A-Doodle)

Firecat (Moonshadow)

Fritz (Buster & Chauncey's Silent Night)

Harry (Yankee Doodle Cricket)

Jaune Tom (Gay Purr-ee)

Junior (Mouse-Placed Kitten)

Maurice (The Amazing Maurice)

Mother Cat (The Robber Kitten)

Oliver (Oliver & Company)

Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots 1934)

Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots 1999)

Puss in Boots (Shrek)

Puss 'n Boots (The True History of Puss 'n Boots)

Rodney (Catastrophe)

Sergeant Tibbs (101 Dalmatians)

Squeaker (The Incredibles)

Tambourine Cat (Barnyard)

Thunder (Thunder and the House of Magic)

Tiger (An American Tail)

Unnamed Cat (The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad)

Unnamed Cat (The Black Cauldron)

Unnamed Cats (Cat Concert)

Unnamed Cats (Catherine)

Unnamed Cat (The Enchanted Square)

Unnamed Cat (Fiumana)

Unnamed Cat (Go Fly a Kit)

Unnamed Cat (L’anima mavi)

Unnamed Cats (The Man from Button Willow)

Unnamed Cat (The Night Before Christmas)

Unnamed Cat (Old Lady Feeding Cats)

Unnamed Cat (Only Yesterday)

Unnamed Cats (Pink Komkommer)

Unnamed Cat (Pizzicato Pussycat)

Unnamed Cat (Rock and Rule)

Unnamed Cats (Spies in Disguise)

Unnamed Cats (Storks)

Unnamed Cat (The Tale of Despereaux)

Unnamed Cat (When the Cat's Away)

Unnamed Kitten (Kit for Cat)

Unnamed Kitten (More Kittens)

Wonder Cat (The Wonder World of Science)

[icarusredwings]

Something The Cat Dragged In

A badly written COMEDY oneshot. (I have no clue how to write 11 or amy im sorry) No smut.

Posted: July 31st 2024.

Words: ~7,900

Ships: The Ponds, River/11/Simm

Prompt: The Doctor and River are trying to domesticate a feral Master with clicker training, and it's going about as well as you'd think.

This fic includes: Jealous 11, SFW worshiping kink, Horrible cat puns, Bondage, Amy being a freak, Pet play, Degrading, an Oblivious 11, and Mentions of Cheetah Virus changing a bored master's deoxyribonucleic structure. Consider that your trigger warning.

“Are you sure this is safe?” The ginger man asked, hesitant about the scrappy man that the raggedy doctor had brought on board the TARDIS.

“Absolutely!” He chimed, the smile on his face clearly larger than how much trust he had in this situation being anywhere near ‘safe’.

He knew that smile. That was the ‘I'm lying because I don't want to tell the truth’ smile. The one you had to watch out for. So nervous that fibber was..

“Oh, Amy's going to kill you…”

“I'm sure she will! As for now-” Rory watched as the Doctor jumped around the TARDIS a bit, hitting buttons, pulling levers, twisting dials. The usual. What wasn't so usual though was the fact a half blonde man with about half an inch of dark roots was standing there, Glaring at him. Swallowing, He stepped to the left, and then more towards the Doctor, being tracked by his eyes. Something about the way he smirked with such wide teeth made a shiver run up his spine.

Look, He's met a lot of odd aliens and crazies at the hospital but this guy looked at him as if he'd eat him whole in one bite.

“Doctor-”

“Not now Rory! Busy!” Coming around, He seemed to have this be the entire plan, getting the drop on him as he spun behind him, clamping a thick metal bracelet around his wrist, holding it as he quickly clamped the other. “Hey!”

“There we go! That's better!”

Huffing, the man began to try to take off the bracelet only to emit a small red light and a beeping noise. “Take this off of me! Right now!”

“Uhhhh…No.”

“Yes! Take it off or i'll-”

“You'll what? Hm? Still in the habit of telling me your plans are we? God you've always been like that. So clever and yet.. so dull..”

“I am NOT dull! You're stupid bowtie is dull!”

“Hey! Bowties are cool. Now then, Rory this is-... er.”

“Say it.”

“..er..”

“Go on. Say it!”

Taking a breath, The Doctor knew that no matter what he said would be bad. If he introduced him as Koschei, He'd not rest until he at least stabbed him in one of his stomachs.

“Rory, Master. Master, Rory.”

With a great sense of pride, The Master grins ear to ear, Putting his hands out and bowing as if he had just introduced someone extremely important. Perhaps an old friend that once held such great respect but now it seems both of their minds have gone a bit off their rockers. More so the other's, but they both thought this.

“... should I be worried?”

“Oh, Yes.”

“No!”

“Don't lie to them, Doctor! You and I both know what happens when I'm hungry..”

“Doctor? What's he mean by that?” Giving a look of concern, he backed away just slightly enough to trip over a loose wire. This fear seemed to please the blonde while the Doctor rolled his eyes. “Oh you are fine, I just fed you.”

“He's on a feeding schedule? Like… some kind of pet?”

“Do not speak of me like I am nothing but a pet!! I'm far beyond Your comprehensive abilities! Use your tongue to call me anything below your Master and It will surely be a mistake!”

“Yeah, About that, You're in charge of not letting me forget to feed him, okay? Jolly good, alright, Now! I do have to apologize, Your old room was destroyed but we have bunk beds! Cool right?” He rambled.

“Why do I have to make sure you remember?” Rory asks, scrunching his nose as he took another step forward.

“Do you want to find out?” The Master beamed, quite excited about teasing and gaining authority over the Doctor's fellow companions. If anything, They were pets. Not him.

“I wouldn't recommend that! Lets just say, You don't want to find out. Anywho! Back to what I was saying!” For a third time he turns to his old friend, new traveling buddy, hands clapped together politely.

“Your old room is busted. Gonzo! So you'll have to make a new one. Any requests?”

“Wait wait wait-”

“Good god, Rory what now? You're being quite rude!”

“You can't just bring someone aboard who's going to eat me and fly on by!”

“I thought we already established this. Keep up!”

“Yeah, keep up!” The Master shouted, egging the man on. “And if you can't, get off the ship! Do us all a favor and jump overboard.”

At this, he was met with a cross look and his ear being pulled. “Aye stop that! Now you're the one being rude!”

The days that followed weren't so simple. Between the Master trying to get out the front door, snapping at them, insulting everyone he met, refusing to eat certain things, and both Rory and Amy losing sleep with how much they argued, you could say that things were in fact not going well. The Doctor on the other hand said differently, claiming that it took time to get used to TARDIS living arrangements.

The thing that really got him rowdy though was his vaccines. Between scratching, cursing and kicking, it was a wonder how the Doctor was able to manage him at all, even if his methods weren't exactly filled with the most logic, some being closely related to rewards.

When the Master DID finally escape, his punishment was to wear a bell. That's it. A normal bell. Quite a large one though. Suited more for a large dog then a cat.

When he purposely shoved all the trinkets and containers off of the top of the fridge in order to sit on top of it, The Doctor made him a loft to lay on with his own window.

This seemed to have worked for a while, watching the stars as they floated by. But then when the problem arose of him not eating, The Doctor gave him a bean bag chair hoping having his own special spot would make him feel better.

But it didn't. If anything he only ripped it up, purposely destroying it. Coming back to the TARDIS to that kind of mess was enough for Amy to suggest getting rid of him or perhaps caging him up when they left but the Doctor was just in awe at how relaxed he was, snoring ever so softly while lounging on his loft as if he were purring from curing his boredom for the day.

“Aww Amy.. I couldn't. Look how happy he is.”

“He trashed the TARDIS! I thought you said you were going to take care of him?”

“I am! It's just… oh what's that word?”

“Hard?”

“Impossible?”

“Nothing is impossible.” He says, shaking his head.

“But you said that tons of times..”

“And yet none of them were true!” He says, wagging a finger. “I just have to think.”

So he thought. What else could he do? The Master was bound to rebel. That's been proven already.

“Well you better do it soon or else he's going to rip up your fez next..” this gave him an idea.. quite a large one at that.

“Oh Rory!! Wonderful Rory!” He says, grabbing his face as he holds him tight with that excited but manic glint.

“That's just what he needs!”

The two watched as the Doctor ran off to the console, trying to jump over the billions of beads only to slip, Falling for only a moment, popping back up over on the other side.

“A .. fez??”

“No!- well. Yes. But no. You'll see! Now go on. Don't you have erm-” he waved his hand at them, his brain doing that thing where his words were all jumbled up inside, making it difficult to speak. “Kissing to do? Or something? Don't worry about me I got a lot of cleaning up to do and- OH yes! Amy, are you finished playing that game with the rope? You know, the one you told me about?”

The ginger man's eyes widened greatly as he gave his wife a look of terror. The kind you only get when your head was screaming ‘WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT?!’

The woman now blushed, Crossing her arms as she returned the look to her husband, implying that she had everything under control. “You mean that one where we pretend to be Fenrir and see how long it takes to get untied?”

“Yes!” He snapped his fingers. “That one! Quite a loud game is it not? Anywho- Can I have the rope back? I'm glad you two wish to practice kidnapping safety but I'm afraid In this era people are going more with handcuffs then rope.”

Amy's eyes became brighter, the kind that scared her husband to death.

“Handcuffs you say?”

“It seems in most situations they're used more often than rope nowadays.”

“Is that so?”

“..Why are you asking like that?”

“I was just wondering…What if we practiced getting out of handcuffs instead then? It would make a lot more sense to practice with modern tools then-”

“Oh will you SHUT up!? Get a room will you?! God. It's bad enough I'm stuck here with you two. I don't want to hear that either!”

Glancing up, the Doctor grinned seeing the Master awake and his same cranky self.

“Oh, be nice! They do have a room!...Still don't know why you'd ever want me to take out the bunk beds though…” he muttered this last part, rubbing his chin.

“Soooo….Doctor? Cuffs?” Amy started, rocking back on her heels.

“Oh yes! Here you are.” Tapping a button on the console, a small drawer popped out as he tossed two sets at the red head, Tapping another as a door in the wall opened up, revealing cleaning supplies. “Now, if you excuse me. I have work to do. And you mister! You're going to help me!” He shouts, only to be given a lazy bird and a “No i'm not.”

Sighing, the Doctor made a face of disappointment but wasn't surprised.

“I suppose you're not… Got it..”

It's been about 2 months since the Master joined their voyages. So far he's only had about 30 true crimes, and by that I mean he caught one of the homes they visted on fire.

About 53 “naughty” days. The Last week though? It's been secretly excellent. The Doctor thought that things were going great.

He's found that by giving the Master MORE freedom, he's actually learned how to behave quite a bit. It seems that separating him from the tasks of everyday life made him feel unwanted and untrusted (for obvious reason).

Hell, even he was shocked when told he was allowed to do important things.

Not only did he now have free range of the TARDIS but he was allowed to do mostly everything. He's even tried his luck at pushing buttons by sniffing around the other companions' rooms, knocking over and purposely misplacing things. All of which were met with a short talk and sometimes a hug.

This confused him greatly. He just broke something, why was he being forcibly hugged and then scolded? The Doctor would tell him to clean it up and if he didn't would get locked in the room (so he couldn't make another mess) forced to observe as the Doctor cleaned it himself.

He still had the bio bracelets so that he couldn't fully man the TARDIS but the Doctor began asking him to pull levers and asking his opinion on things. But why would the Doctor want his advice? He was a mere prisoner… usually captains of a ship didn't ask the people in the cellar for advice.

His bell had been kept on for safety reasons, mainly because he thought it was funny to chase Rory around until Amy came to spoil the fun by spraying him with a water pistol holding a liquid he couldn't quite place. Sometimes it stunk.

Once he opened his mouth to hiss at her and it went straight down his throat, cutting off the noise as he growled, only to realize it was sweeter than regular water. What was that? Sugar water?? No if it was sugar water it wouldn't stink like that..

Looking out his window, he was content as he watched the stars pass by, not entirely sure of what planet they were at but had a close enough idea of which solar system they were in. He could feel that they were extremely far from earth, further then that pathetic planet pluto, further than alpha centauri, and even further than Estello Aqualo, a planet full of nothing but water inhabitants.

Oh how he hated water planets. He much preferred reddish orange planets like Mars, Jupiter And Saturn. They reminded him of home… and the fact that blue was SO Last millenia-

While laying up here, up on his metal loft, He was mindlessly thinking, something he couldn't often do because of the constant thumping in his head but he's found that these bracelets dimmed the sound into a small tap rather than a thump of a hammer against his skull. He still heard it, oh yes he definitely could but it was much softer. Almost like a lullaby.

Lazily tossing the Doctor's ridiculous fez up and down, he wondered if the Doctor would be able to ever take it away… Rassilon only knew just how threaded the beat been woven into his life. And as much pain as it has caused him… He couldn't help but wonder…

What would he be without it?

Would he go back to being who he was before? An innocent child hoping, praying, Waiting until the day he received his Time Robes and was given his own TARDIS 60? Until he was gifted the honor of having his own team to command?

A team of his friends?

Until he was on the same team as Theta…?

No.

He could never stand with the Doctor. Never fully on the same team but yet- He sat up. They reminded him of those cartoons he watched when on earth.

Wile E Coyote and the Roadrunner.

Iron Man and Captain America.

Batman and Joker.

The Master looked at the hat in his hands, pondering if he should put it on.. or perhaps throw it out the window! Or…

“Has anyone seen my Fez? I seem to have misplaced it.”

“Have you checked your room?”

“I've checked my bunk, yes. I've also checked the clothing closet and storage rooms.”

Listening from above, he let out a deep sigh, hoping down with a clattering of the TARDIS grate underneath. Being glanced at, He took a few steps forward, handing him the hat.

“Wha- Oh! Thank you!” Taking the fez he smiled, putting it on as if he seemed incomplete without it only to quickly hug him before bouncing off to what ever nonsense he was up to now.

Returning the hug, He didn't seem to notice until Rory stood there, Staring at him with an open mouth.

“What?” He grunted.

“...You..”

“Spit it out you ape.”

“..You returned his hat..”

“Congratulations. You have eyes.”

“No no no, I mean… you returned his hat.. and hugged him..”

“He hugs all of us all the time, whats your point? If you say something stupid like friendship im going to stab you.”

“But today you hugged back. You never hug back.”

“And? so Wh- Oohh ….” Now freezing, He blinked. He did do that.. didn't he? Why did he do that?!

Why did he give it to him so easily? He didn't even ask for it back and he just.. handed it to him? And not only the hat but he returned his hug too?

….Why did I do that?

Now the two stared at each other, both worried and concerned on different levels for opposite things. One worried if he was getting soft, or possibly being brainwashed, the other concerned that he was about to lose an arm.

The silence only broke when he looked at his hands and muttered “Am I sick?? Don't answer that!”

Opening his mouth to reply, Rory immediately shut it, Nodding softly in understanding. While he was quite a brave man, he was smart enough to know that the Master WOULD in fact eat him. And the Doctor couldn't save him forever…

For the next couple of days, he thought about this heavily, deciding that next time he would rip up the hat on purpose. Yeah that'll show him! As for now, He had been standing by the control console, looking at the destination only to scrunch up his nose.

Oh great. Earth. 44 BCE. Just what they needed. More interactions with uncivilized humans fighting over politics… at least this would be entertaining. Assassinations always were when they succeeded.

Coming up to the console, The Doctor clicked a few things, Petting part of the tubing with a happy hum. The hum was slow and sounded like something he'd heard many many years ago. Something of taste. Yawning, He listened to the humming until the Doctor walked off to do something else before unconsciously bee lining for his room.

Climbing into the top bunk (The Doctor had the bottom one whenever he did decide to sleep so it was barely used.) The Master pulled the blankets up around him. Tugging his pillow close, closing his eyes. It didn't take long until he started making rhymed breaths, a rumbling in his chest and throat starting to form from the amount of comfort under the thick blanket.

He got cold easily, as most Gallifreyans did due to the natural heat that they grew up with. Even during his time as Prime Minister he wore layers. Lots of them, blankets in the Limos and curling up to Lucy in an attempt to steal what little warmth humans had. Why the Doctor favored London, a cold, rainy and cloudy place? He'd never know. He prefered somewhere warm. Usually the warmer, the more interesting beasts to see scare small children.

A few moments later he stopped the purring, opening his eyes with a confused “Wait a minute..” look. Why was he sleeping? He wasn't even tired and it was 1 in the afternoon. His regular nap time wasn't until 4.

What in all things unholy was going on?? Did the Doctor do this? A curse perhaps? Was it these?

Rolling over, he looked at the metal on his wrists and for the 14th time he began to gnaw on the bracelets, growling in frustration. What was going on!? Whatever it was, he didn't like it… Mmh…Oh well. He was already there.

The next day, a certain clattering of pans made him perk up. He was swinging in his rope hammock, batting at the decorations that the Doctor specifically told him not to mess with, climbing on them, tugging them, kicking them, biting them, etc.

Anything to try and ruin it but it was proving to be quite difficult to do and not be caught seeing as it was thick enough to not break easily.

Sure, he could just rip them down with the strength he had but that would be no fun. It would cut the fun by 78% actually. He'd already done the math. Whenever someone could come in, He'd instantly stop and pretend to be innocently snoozing.

The pang of pans though? That was enough to bring him down. Climbing out of his swing, the Master followed the noise, coming to the kitchen as he sat at the table, the chair specifically to the left side, separated from the others. A nice pillow on his chair as well.

Honestly he was quite proud of this one. The Master had thrown a fit for hours straight until the Doctor gave him a special chair and now he sat in it like a king peering over his subjects (when in truth, It's just because everyone else was too scared to sit next to him while he ate, afraid they'd get snapped at or bitten if the Master thought they wanted his food)

Sitting here, he waited. Patiently at first but his patience was quickly running out when seeing no one else was coming. Hadn't they heard? Were they not hungry? Well good. He'd simply have it all then. There was no waste on this ship. None at all thanks to him, except when it came to pickles or cucumbers. He hated them. They looked and smelled foul enough for him to hiss, gag, and vomit all at once.

Eventually, his patience grew tired as he looked to the redheaded woman who dropped these pans everyday. For some reason, the Doctor kept these pans up high and getting them down was a nightmare, even for him.

You had to move the pans in order to get the plates behind them. Honestly, the kitchen's arrangement system made him think of the time the Doctor used to store his robes with his socks and his shirts with his underwear.

Who did that??

“Where is everyone?” He asked her, in which turn she turned to glance at him, having heard the jingling of his bell already.

“What do you mean?”

“It's time for a meal…yes?”

“No?? it's 3 pm. Why would you think it's time for dinner already?” She asked.

The Master paused.. Why did he think it was time? Wait, why did he come in here in the first place?

Oh yes! The pans.

“You.. dropped the pans.” It was said with a questioning tone at the end more than a statement.

“Yeah? I drop them every time because this kitchen is an utter mess.”

“riiighht…”

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Amy was right. This place was a disaster. If he didn't enjoy the chaos of watching the humans try to figure out the unorganized kitchen he'd say screw it and fix it himself. But what fun would that be?

“What do you want anyway?” She grumbled.

“What?”

“You heard me. What do you want? What stupid little plan do you have now? Come to remind me how dumb I am for dropping everything? Going to threaten to eat me? ...Again?”

The master blinked, tilting his head.

“Well… No I-” Wait.. How dare she speak to him like that! But.. yeah.. why did he come to the sound of the pans? It was odd. Even For him. Perhaps he got his hours mixed up?- No. It was something more than that. Something he wasn't able to figure out.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Amy frowned, now feeling a little bad. “Oh… Are you hungry? Do you want a snack or..something?”

“Huh?”

“It's just that.. you ran in here like a cat hearing a can of tuna being opened.”

“What!? I did not!”

“Oh you SO did. Here, I'll ask the Doctor where he keeps the snacks for you, okay?”

“What do I look like a dog?”

“He mentioned something about buffalo lungs the other day.”

As if hearing a magic word, He smiled at her widely, the kind he only did when actually excited. “He did? Where?”

“But I dont know if they're yours or his… he eats some pretty weird stuff.”

“Aye! Are you insulting our culture?”

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it, bellboy? He's not going to give you a treat if you keep misbehaving.”

Glaring, his arms crossed. “...You're the one being rude.. the Doctor says I'M not allowed to be rude so why can you? God he was always a hypocrite..”

“Look just-” But before she could continue, he heard a different noise. A known squeak of an in-need-of-oil door. Turning away, he ignored her, taking off towards the door.

“Typical..” she sighed, figuring she might as well go see if the Doctor would share his snacks or not, just incase he came back.

Running through the TARDIS Involved jumping over a couple of things and coming to a stop as he saw that curly headed woman standing in the doorway holding a box.

Stepping deeper into the TARDIS, Her heels tapped, No- Clicked against the tile, humming as she spun around what looked to be a set of keys on a colorful keychain. She was sporting a sun hat and far less clothing than he remembered her from last time. His nose scrunched at the smell of sun lotion.

Peering out the door, he seen tons of reddish tinted sand and a sky of orange, yellow, pink. A sea of red. A large pink moon, visible in the sky from where he stood. Where were they? When did they land?

“Ah ah ah- Not so fast Kitty. Where do you think you're going?” She asks, smirking with that type of affection that the Doctor would give him at times before snapping the door closed. It was so annoying..

Beginning to glare from the nickname, a quiet growl rose in his throat. She called him this because of the bell around his neck and the fact that she had caught him “purring” in his sleep, when OBVIOUSLY it was snoring. Duh.

“Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, pumpkin.”

His nose scrunched further, Tilting his head like a confused puppy, the way the Doctor does at times. “Why are you calling me a squash?”

“It's a form of endearment! I er- I think?”

Turning, He rolled his eyes. Oh great. Someone else who was annoying- Though… He looked.. different today. His hair was pushed back and shiney, probably with gel. He had that hideous footwear on again too, but now he was wearing a half opened blue palm tree shirt with parrots and coconuts on it. For a moment he was going to question why his shirt was half undone but saw him quickly trying to finish buttoning it up.

“Hello, Sweetie.”

“H-hi” His friend stuttered, trying to stay focused on his buttons and not the fact River was in a two piece and a small cover up tied around her waist.

“What's the rush? You act like you don't want me seeing you.”

“Oh n-No! Nothing like that! Not at all I just thought-”

River leaned in close to his face, that same smirk plastered onto her lips.

“You thought you wanted to make me work for it… Didn't you? Want me to rip it off with my teeth? You naughty boy.”

“I-..” The Doctor swallowed, looking as if he malfunctioned, like a restarting cellphone.

The Master made a fake gagging noise, rolling his eyes even harder as he pointed into his mouth.

“I thought I told you not to be rude?” Was the first thing the restarted phone said once it finished rebooting. Being scolded felt nice. All eyes in the room on him.

“What? I didn't even say anything this time.” He teased.

River smiled wider, fondly shaking her head as she handed him the small Rainbow clicky key chain. It was shaped like a slug and when you shook it, it made noise and moved in a slithering motion.

“You open that box, and it's yours, sweetie.”

“Why are you calling him sweetie?” He asked, stepping forward as If wanting attention too but she ignored him for now. She watched with a pleased grin as he took the box, looking at it, shaking it next to his ear.

“What is it?”

“Spoilers.”

“.. I hate when you say that..”

“I know. I've been having some trouble with it. The box I mean” She explains, her boyfriend now cocking a brow, pouting that the Master was getting more attention then him. If he knew one thing about River, it's that his dear Melody would never give a box to a man if she had trouble opening it. She'd just blow the lock off with one of her fancy guns.

“No you're no-”

She kissed him, grabbing his bow tie and staining his lips that bright red that she wore often. During their kiss, one of his once flat hairs stuck up, flopping over into his face.

Pulling away, he took a breath, baffled at what in the world was going on.

Completely ignoring this, as this was common whenever River came by, The Master was sitting on the floor, shoving One of the dozen keys into the hole, jiggling them around, cursing under his breath whenever they didn't work. Blinking, The Doctor smiled seeing how entertained he was, leaning in close to the woman. “What actually is in that box, River?”

“Oh you two are so much alike. Too curious for your own good.”

“What? No. We're nothing alike.”

“Yes we are. I've been saying this for eons.” the man on the floor muttered, Putting his arms up in triumph as he got the right key out of the dozen.

“What is it?” The Doctor asks, trying to peer over his shoulder.

“It's mine, that's what!” He says, taking out a box all taped up in clear cellophane but he could see the label, grinning widely to himself, keeping it close so the Doctor couldn't see. He knew he'd want to take it away. River was always bringing him treats. As many times as she made him gag, he always knew that her heels meant something good.

Glancing at River with those big puppy eyes, she giggled, taking his arm as she whispered to him. “It's a knife.”

“A what?! Why would you give him that!? You know he's-”

“Ooh hush. Let him have some fun.”

“If by fun you mean killing your parents and possibly me then sure- River why would you-”

She kissed him again.

“Mh- Thank you but you can't just keep-”

And again.

“River!” He whined

And another.

By now, he's learned not to speak or else she'd kiss him a fourth time just to shut him up. Not like it was a bad thing but he really was concerned.

“There's a good boy. Now. Is operation cat-astrophe still happening?”

For a moment or two, he seemed confused until she put her head towards the Master in which he gasped, nodding. “Oh Yes!”

“I see that Door is a check.” She mumbles, remembering how quickly he came when the door was opened.

“We're working on that. Clicky treats is a go I suppose?”

“Mmmhm. You should have seen how happy he was to see me.”

“Good good.. Just wished you would've chosen a different gift..”

“Just watch And see, sweetheart. Goodness so impatient.” She whispered.

During this conversation, nothing else mattered to the Master except biting and tearing through these 10 layers of tape. Growling, he was becoming a bit frustrated, but it only seemed to make him work harder at it, sticking out his tongue for maximum brain operation.

“Oh I love when he makes that face.”

“What face??”

“With his tongue? It's like you and your glasses.”

“What? No-”

“Yes.”

“AHA!!” He had finally ripped open the box, giggling to himself as he took his prize, quickly running off, probably to go attempt a murder.

“Hm. Well that lasted about 5 minutes…”

“How long do you think until he realizes it's bio locked?” She whispered, smirking like ever.

Staring at her, The Doctors grin grew. “Aahh I see.. you..”

“Mhm.”

“So that-”

“Yes.”

“And now?”

“Yup.. aannnd here he comes.” She could hear the incoming jingling from his bell serving it's purpose.

Coming back to them both, he was pissed. He had just tried to stab Amy and nothing happened, The blade just went inside like one of those cheap toys from the supermarket. He felt the blade. It was real, not plastic, So why wasn't it working? It wasn't fair.

“What did you do to my knife!?”

“Whatever do you mean, Pumpkin?”

“Stop calling me a squash you witch! I can't stab anybody! What kind of present is that!?”

“Did you try stabbing… Things?” River says, raising her brows in a pleased, smugness.

“Things?” Pausing for a few seconds, He soon got the biggest shit eating grin, Running away a second time. Moments later, they heard a crash, laughing, and a loud “Hey!!”

The Doctor blinked. “...He just broke your mothers vase..”

“It was a hideous vase.”

“River!”

“What? Now come on. We have some more training to do.”

Later, after the Master destroyed exactly 3 ceramic things, stabbed the table to death, ripped up all Rory's pillows, and used his new toy to cut up some cheese as a snack, He now was curious about the door again.

Sneaking towards it and looking outside like a cat that wanted to go out but was nervous he'd get scolded, he watched as the Doctor set up lounge chairs and towels on the beach.

Again the heels. Part of him became excited. He liked that clicking- But why? Since when did he like River?? He didn't. He didn't like anyone on this damned ship that he was prisoner to.

“Hi cupcake. You wanna go outside sweetpea?”

His eyebrows scrunched. “I'm not a baked goods… Or a flower. Are you insulting me?”

“Terms of endearment, dear. Remember? Anyway, Let's say you and me go outside hm?”

He looked at her with hesitance. She was being suspicious… He wasn't allowed outside. What was this? Some sort of test? Fine. He'd play their game.

“No… I'm not allowed outside.”

“Aww why not?”

“Cause..??” Was she stupid? Prisoners weren't allowed to leave. That's the whole point of his cuffs And collar. Kept on an invisible, metaphorical leash at all times.

“Well… The Doctor and I are going to sit on the beach. Do you want to come?”

The light in his eyes alone was enough to make River want to hug him to bits. Why were Time Lords so cute? Was it some sort of defense mechanism? Or was it the Feline Virus thing the Doctor told her about lingering in his genetic code?

Starting to nod, he quickly stopped, now playing with his hands. “no.. I'll get in trouble..” and just like that, that light died so soon. So short lived. Frowning, she almost felt pitiful for him. “That is true… but wait! Have you ever tried.. you know.. asking?”

“A-asking to go outside..?”

“Yes.”

“He'll just say no. Every time I get out, I get in trouble.”

“But did you ask?”

Poking his fingers together, he made a sound that sounded uncertain. It broke her heart. Now she was going to scold her husband.

“Alright.. well.. if you want to come join us outside, All you have to do is ask. Mkay?”

And she took off her heels, setting them up on the TARDIS dash only to walk out barefoot, the red sands making footprints as she went.

Standing at the door, now he was really unsure. This felt like a trap.. why would she tease him with freedom like that? Why would she give him a knife? And for the love of god- Why did he get excited when he heard her heels clicking on the TARDIS floor?

Slowly, he peeks his head out of the TARDIS, looking around the planet, The sky, the waves, the footprints she left.

“Hey!” Becoming startled, he jumped a bit, ducking back into the blue box. He wasn't entirely sure if these cuffs would electrocute him if he left or not.. even though Amy joked about them being shock bracelets… The Doctor couldn't do that..

Right?

“Do you want a Jelly worm?!” This was shouted from about 50 feet away by a man with his shirt half unbuttoned, holding a bag of candies while River slathered sunscreen all over him.

“I think theyre called Gummy worms, dear.” She mumbled.

“I'm certain they're called jelly worms.”

“Oh yeah? Read the package.”

Looking at the pack, He pouted. “Jelly worms sound cooler.”

Blinking, The Master wondered if he was talking to him or someone else.

“Me?”

“Yeah! You want a ‘Gummy worm'?!”

“What’s a gummy worm?! Can... I come outside?” This was asked in speaking tone rather then a shout.

“What!?”

“What's a gum-! You know what.. nevermind.” he mumbled, frowning as he stepped a foot on the sand, wincing, expecting his wrists to send electromagnetic shocks through his arms. But nothing happened.

Discovering this, he ran out of the TARDIS, circling round it before coming towards the other two, grinning.

“What's a gummy worm?”

“Its a jelly worm.”

“Oh! Yeah. Gummy Worm sounds stupid.”

He mumbled, being given a few of the candies. Glancing at River, The Doctor had a smug look, wiggling his eyebrows at her as she rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” He shoved one in his mouth. “I think-” another “-they're called jelly worms.” A third one.

“That's what I said! See?”

“Everyone else calls them Gummy worms because they're made with xanthan gum.”

“Like Xanax?”

“What!? No!” She laughed. “Goodness. You had some fun as Prime Minister didn't you?”

“What's Xanax?? Is that a fancy drink?” The Doctor asked, shoving some worms in his mouth as the two looked at each other as if mentally playing rock paper scissors to see which unlucky soul got to teach the Doctor about recreational drugs.

“Seeya-” He said, taking off.

“Ah you gotta be kitten me.” She smirks and the Doctor gives her a look as if to say ‘Really?’ Only to giggle too.

“That's just claw-ful!”

River gave a chuckle before sighing.

“Well.. looks like it's just you and me, sweetheart..”

“Fur-ever?” He held out his pinky, smirking as he raised his eyebrows a few times. River giggled, rolling her eyes only to take the pinky, bringing the intertwined fingers up to her lips.

“Fur-ever. Till the end?”

“Until the end of time and more, my darling.” He would never be able to forget her.. not ever. How could he?

A few times, The Master would run away, doing circles, Zoomies as river called it but never seemed to get too far from the TARDIS, returning when offered more Jelly worms, each time recieving a praise and a snack for coming back to them.

Now he was becoming bored of the laps, even going as far as putting his toes curiously into the ocean, realizing that it was warm. Like a water bottle left out in the sun. This displeased him. He was already hot from his laps around the beach, he didn't want hot water all over his body. Hot was an understatement. If it were hot like the baths he'd not mind but it was the gross kind of warm. The kind that felt yucky on your skin. God he hated water..

It was then he realized that outside of the TARDIS he had free will, coming over to lift the Doctor's chair, dumping him over only to run away, manically laughing, giggling almost.

“What the-!?”

“Catch me if you dare!” He yelled, Dashing off, further and further away. A rush of adrenaline and freedom taking over him. This seemed like the start of a fun game… that was until he had run so far that he was panting and the TARDIS looked like a tiny dot from here.

Where was everyone on this planet anyway? He'd come all this way and not seen a single person. Not a hint of a town, and definitely not a city. Part of him cursed the Doctor for taking him to a deserted solar system with no one to play with- and on top of that, For not chasing after him. He knew how this game worked, didn't he? One ran, the other chased. It's been like this for thousands of years.

So why not now? Was it because of that woman? The daughter of Amelia Pond? This still confused him greatly. He understood the concept of time travel, duh, but what confused him is why her parents would let her marry A dingus like the Doctor. I mean really? Why did she lower her standards?*

Eventually, curiosity killed the cat. He ran as far as he could, trying to find any forms of life, only finding himself alone. Completely and utterly abandoned it seemed. This puzzled him. Why would the Doctor want to come here? There was nothing but a waste land of sand.

Later, When he came back into the TARDIS painting, sweating, and whining from all that walking and running. He shut the door, collapsing on the floor as he laid there, feeling her cool air coming up from the grates and her cold metal against his skin.

Just because Gallifreyans were resistant to heat didn't mean that going out in the blazing sun with a black hoodie was a good idea. Especially not when there wasn't anywhere to go. Not even a tree in sight.

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in.” The curly haired woman says, Smiling as she sat next to the Doctor on the torn up sofa that they apparently had moved into the TARDIS control room. (For whatever reason)

They probably had just finished kissing (or got interrupted) seeing as there was lipstick smeared over the Doctors lips and he doubted heavily that the doctor applied it himself… He wasn't THAT much of an idiot… He knew how to appropriately apply lipstick.. even he knew that.

“Why didn't you tell me there wasn't anything out there!?”

“We figured you'd find out for yourself sooner or later” The Doctor says, Scooting over, Trying to wipe the lipstick off of him only to smear it onto his hand and cuff.

“Who's we? Come're baabbyyy” River coed, putting her arms out to him.

Without a second to think about it, he began to scramble over to her only, crawling the few feet only to stop dead in his tracks. What the fuck was he doing? And why?

Sure he's laid between them multiple times to purposely frustrate them, but now it seemed as if they were welcoming him with literal open arms. Why? Cocking a brow, He himself was now frustrated, why were they being so… Kind.. to him? For what? His thinking soon sufficed when called for again.

“Come on. Come to mommy. What did that mean man do to you, hm?” She coed.

“I am not! He's just… bad!”

“Oh he's not bad! He's bored.”

"Yeah! There's a difference!" He awnsered And just like that, in her lap he went, being sure to push the Doctor away from her with his feet, trying to be a menace as much as possible, laying his head in her lap as he stared up at her. Petting his head, she giggled, talking to him further to make him feel pampered and praised. If there was one thing she knew, The Master adored being worshipped and given attention. Ignoring him made things 10 times worse, so she's learned that if she petted him long enough he would go to sleep and she could talk to her dear husband some more before the little gremlin woke up.

“What did he do, hm?? So cruel. Leaving you out there all alone?” River smirked as he already was droopy lidded, nodding softly along with the words.

“I did not. It's his fault for running off.”

“Oooh he's done nothing wrong.”

“... It's really hard to teach him when you keep enabling him, love..”

“That's why it's called Paw-sitive reinforcement, Doctor.” She said this in a sing-songy voice, Letting him get comfy as he turned over, Subconsciously nuzzling up to her hands and stomach.

Truth be told, he could care less what they were talking about right now. He was far too tired to listen to them bicker, using it as white noise, hoping it would drown out the drums that pounded in his head every waking moment of existence.

While they were faint, they were still there. At the back of his mind, like trying to smash through a 2 foot thick wall of ice, bound to break eventually, but right now, they gave him comfort. A constant reminder of who he was and that if anything was real? It was the pounding.

The warmth of her hands also gave him comfort, running her pointed red nails through his bleached blonde and trailing up and down his back through his hoodie.

A few minutes pass and the Doctor is now staring at them with a fond look, a shallow pang of jealousy but he wasn't sure about who. He was jealous of River for being able to get HIS best friend so cuddly and he was jealous of the master for cuddling up to HIS wife. It made him want to take him from her, put him on his lap and let him sleep there instead, but also shove him off the couch and take his place. God this was so difficult. How did humans do this relationship thing? It was so… annoying yet.. wonderful! He wouldn't change it for the world. He was so sleepy and… beautiful.

“You're staring sweetie..”

The voice echoed through his brain once, then twice before he looked up. “Huh?”

“You're staring again… Don't worry. You'll get your turn.”

“When?”

“Oooh so impatient.”

“No I mean- I.. When can I hold him?”

Her eyes widened, not aware that she had been hogging, let alone that he would want a turn at all. “Well… You can have him now if you'd like.”

“I..” Man this was embarrassing. “I think I'd like that.”

Carefully, They moved him from one lap to another, Which at first led to a protest of whining and gentle clawing**, Assuming he was falling off the couch.

“Shh shh shh. No honey. You're okay. You're just fine.” She whispered, pulling his hands away, trying to keep him from sitting up by putting her hand up under the thick sweater, scratching his back ever so gently the way he enjoyed before.

Letting out a sigh of relief, His shoulders dropped, curling up the way he liked in the Doctor's lap instead, a deep rumbling beginning from him. “.. He's so tired..”

“From all that running around, probably.” She whispered, enjoying his purring.

“No.. He's exhausted. His last regeneration went a bit..wonky. I don't even know if….If..” He trailed off, the way he did when he wanted to stop talking about something instead of when he forgot what he was saying.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

Snickering, He shook his head. “No... I just.. even Time Lords can only take so much and..”

River knew. He watched him die. He burnt his body. He gave him a proper death ***ceremony- well.. about as proper as you could without others knowing.

“So it's a good thing you're taking care of him. Isn't it?”

“That's the thing. It's not that he can't do it himself, it's just that.. He's reckless..”

“Oh and I suppose we aren't?”

“River.. I don't.. I thought I was the last one for so long. I..” He took a breath, swallowing. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes.

“I can't go back to that.. Hell. For the last few months, I've been spraying him with-”

“Doctor..” She muttered a warning, noticing that the purring had stopped, but he continued.

“Catmint tea just so he'd calm down enough to-”

“You've been spraying me WITH TEA!? THIS ENTIRE TIME?!”

The woman smiled innocently, seeing the murderous glares.

“Whoops! Cats out of the bag.”

“River-! Not now!”

*just wait until he finds out she married Jack Harkness while he had the doctor caged up LOL

** clutching/ trying to hold on, he does not have retractable nails.

*** Like Torvic's. Thats why it hurt so bad.

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Tabletop Adventuring!

From Left to Right: Duman (commissioned by zav) playing the ginger mink bicolor fighter, Maple (my new friend) acting as Game Master, Cupcake (commissioned by kaf) playing the grey tabby thief/fighter, Burnt Toast Jr (mine, tiny bean) who is trying to play with the dice, Skittles (belongs to Cupcake, tail noodle) who has been assigned to keep the bean from messing with the dice rolls, and Pepper (my precious Pepper) who is playing the orange tabby archer. Duman has just rolled two successes on the pink (heroic) dice to attack the Green Woodland Viper. Pepper's character will be going next, and plans to shoot the Leaf Mite. All of this is made as 3D fanart for a lovely little pet game over at pixelcatsend.com where you can have a little village of pixel art cats and give them clothes and jobs have families and take them on adventures.

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Bracket 6 Round 1 Poll 15

Tama (and Nitama and Sun-tama-tama and Yontama) vs Nebberz vs Nala

image for nala is from getdrawing i failed to draw with the left hand and im still trying not to use my injured one so yeah

check their descriptions and catpaganda for the station cats under the cut

TAMA AND NITAMA AND SUN-TAMA-TAMA AND YONTAMA TOO

pictured: tama, the one who started it all

Tama was a station master (promoted to honorary president of the rail line) at Kishi station. She was so good at her job the passengers increased 17% just the month after she was hired!! Tama is a prime example of nekonomics which basically means that you will increase in profit if you have a cat mascot. Unfortunately i only found some news articles in english but apparently professor Katsuhiro Miyamoto of Kansai university talks abt nekonomics. i could not find his words exactly (only in those news articles) but i also just don't know japanese

There is even a train with small tamas drawn on it

at the age of 16 tama died of heart failure and was enshrined as Tama Daimyōjin

She had an apprentice and eventual successor Nitama. You can easily recognize her as she has longer fur than Tama or Yontama.

Sun-tama-tama was another potential successor to Tama however she went training to okayama and ppl straight up refused to give her back. so yeah she works there now

Yontama is Nitama's apprentice!!

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NEBBERZ

also known as nebchamp or paul

Little ginger baby who's so sweetness and niceys. His tail gets all puffy when he's happy and submitter calls it his poog poof. And he'll hurt you for no reason and run everywhere.

NALA

A 7 week old siamese kitten with black ears, black paws, and a black tail. She's the size of a russet potato.

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THE TAMAS

tama with nitama

yontama

nitama

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Twenty Five.

Hey besties! I'm posting this a day early on account of the fact it's my papa's funeral tomorrow, so I'm going to be out all day. Big thanks to you all as usual for your devotion to the story. Love you! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three Twenty Four

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,539

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Honking. This was certainly a new noise to hear within the walls of his home, Adrien sitting in the office going over emails, looking towards the doorway, Brando appearing. The dog sat down, tilting his head as once again, a definitive honk sounded from the kitchen. 

“What’s your mom doing now?”  

Brando woofed softly, his master rising from his seat, off to investigate. By the time he was walking towards the kitchen door, a third honk sounded, considerably louder in its pitch, their four cats all scattering at speed through the doorway. Yes, Jade had added to their numbers in felines, taking in a ginger tomcat stray, simply named Ginge, and Mr. Biscuits, a black tuxedo cat who had belonged to an elderly lady living in the nearby village, his wife adopting him after the death of his owner.  

“You know you guys are the natural predators of wildfowl, don’t you?” he asked, Juno and Salem taking to their cat tree, Ginge flopping down to groom, and Mr. Biscuits beginning to climb up his leg. “Literal scaredy cats.” Kissing the feline on his head, he carried him into the kitchen to discover the source of the noises, finding a sight that would have been surprising, had he not known his wife as well as he did. 

“And you’re bottle feeding a Canadian goose because?” he inquired, staying over at the other side of the island, taking a banana from the bowl and unpeeling it.  

“He’s poorly sick,” she replied, poking out her bottom lip, the goose latched onto a bottle that looked to be similar to what baby livestock were fed with. “I found him hobbling around the village green, so I caught him and took him to the vet. He’s malnourished, so Heidi thought he might’ve been somebody’s pet who’s either escaped and can’t fend for himself, or he’s been turned loose.  Either that or he’s been rejected by his mother. He’s still a baby, see? He still has a few down feather tufts. Anyway, she gave him an antibiotic and suggested I bottle feed him oat milk to get his strength up.”  

His face creased, looking pained. “Jade, he’s gonna imprint on you, and then we’ll have four cats, four dogs, nine chickens, ten ducks, two horses and a goose.” 

“Don’t be silly! It’s only goslings and ducklings who imprint. But he might need to stick around, though. If he was somebody’s pet, then he might be too used to people to survive in the wild. I’ll see if I can release him though, once he’s well.” She then gently cradled his neck, tutting. “No, no pecking! Stop it. Dave!”  

Another groan sounded from her husband. “You named him. He’s ours now. But why Dave?” 

“He looks like a Dave.” 

Shaking his head, he continued eating the banana in his hands, breaking off pieces for Mr. Biscuits here and there. Eventually, he laughed. “Only you, baby love. Only you would happily adopt a cobra chicken, bottle feed it and call it Dave.” 

She snorted with laughter, his name for geese cracking her up just as hard as the first time he’d ever used the term. “Cobra chicken! I love that so much,” she hissed, the goose beginning to settle more as he drank down his bottle. “There you go, see? Look at the magic that happens when you stop biting me, you get food.” 

If anything was truly magic, it was watching Jade revel in the role of nurturer, Adrien smiling as he finished the banana he was eating. Since becoming pregnant, that maternal side to her had amped up considerably, though, hence the cat who stretched himself out to rest draped over his shoulder, and the other one who eventually came back from hiding in the lounge once Jade had put the goose down to rest in the spare stable, forking down some straw to he could relax comfortably. If you were a creature in need to a loving home, the nice lady at Stone Barn Castle would take you in.  

After feeding the chickens and ducks, she and Adrien went for a nice, relaxing ride out over the property, nothing too strenuous on account of the weather being so warm, Mia and Saxon perfectly content to amble along sedately. All the while, he kept stealing little glances at her, thinking to himself how beautiful she looked. Her morning sickness had finally abated, and she was characteristically glowing, as expectant mothers often did when entering their second trimester. 

He also couldn’t help but notice the way she would rest a hand to her tiny bump, Jade not even noticing she was doing it half the time. The sight gave him much more in the way of heart flutters than he’d ever thought possible. It was a very exciting time for them, both enjoying that they got to spend so much of that precious time at home together, rather than having their careers separate them for weeks or months at a time.  

It was just over a further week before the Seventh Gate girls all assembled again, though, running through a few days of set rehearsals in Manhattan prior to heading to Europe to fulfil their festival commitments.  

“Skip, you’ve nearly seen off the entire fucking jar, man!” Jen shouted in one of the last rehearsal sessions, watching Jade digging her fork into the huge jar of sauerkraut in her grasp. “Craving, is it?” 

“Oh, hell yeah,” she replied, widening her eyes a touch. “Anything with a sharp flavour and I have to have it. Bob’s been sending me over salt and vinegar crisps by the box load because I’ve been craving Walker’s so bloody badly, too!” 

Katie jerked her thumb towards her, snorting softly. “Should have seen her when we stayed at hers en route to Manhattan. I’m telling you; this woman cannot be in the same room as a jar of pickled onions without demolishing them!” 

“Adrien had to hold her back from drinking the brine,” Charlotte contributed while restringing her guitar, shaking her head as she remembered it. Jen guffawed at imagining that, watching her bestie simply shrug. “That poor man, having to deal with your onion farts!” she then added, grinning widely. 

“Poor man nothing!” she muffled through a mouthful of fermented cabbage, “he’s getting laid more than lino flooring in the seventies. Trust me, he’s happy. If not a little tired.” 

Katie arrived at her side, taking a seat with a look of curiosity. “So, does it really make you super horny then, being pregnant? Since this one over here isn’t vibing with the idea of it when we decide to have little ones, it’s gonna be me carrying ‘em. I need to know the upshots of growing another person, because most of it sounds awful.” 

Jade crunched through her mouthful of food, digging the fork in again before replying. “The first trimester is hell. You feel tired, you’re puking all the time, it’s rough. Second is great, though. My skin and hair are better than they’ve ever looked, I feel fresh and yeah, the horny feeling is absolutely no joke. I can easily be on him twice a day. It’d be more, but he’s already got a sore dick and a click in his jaw from going down on me so much. I don’t want to ruin the entire man completely.” 

Her statement had Katie clapping with mirth as she laughed, leaning into her. “Oh god, that’s amazing. Ruin the entire man!”  

“Do sex toys not cut it for you?” Charlotte asked, the string now replaced as she began the tuning process. 

“You know that clit sucking one you recommended? I broke it.” 

The rhythm guitarist’s eyes almost fell out of her head. “Babe, those things are indestructible.” 

“Not when you’re pregnant.”  

“God, I’m so glad I’ll never have any of this to worry about! Me and my ornamental ovaries over here!” Jen spoke, twirling a drumstick rapidly, looking to her side. “And what are you looking all dreamy about, huh?” 

Jess’s smile continued to grow, thinking of Jayden, her new boyfriend. “Jay says he wants me to have his babies one day.”  

“Aw hell,” Jen sighed, “another breeder! And I thought you were on my team, homeslice!” 

“I was,” she confessed, still beaming, “but I might’ve changed my mind now I’ve met the love of my life.” Her boyfriend was Jayden Davies, a basketball player for the Knicks, who at six feet seven inches absolutely towered over Jess. It was something her girls had teased her about mercilessly, as well as the fact he was her toyboy at eight years her junior. It was done with much love, though, all of them adoring the sweet guy she’d fallen in love with.  

All chatting aside, they continued to run through their setlist, all hyped to be going back out on tour. They loved the big festival crowds, thriving their way through the first dates across Europe, but when the day finally came to play the biggest show of their career to date, though... well. Seeing what eight hundred thousand people actually looked like in the flesh... 

“Oh, my life,” Jade gulped, swallowing hard. “Oh bloody, fucking hell.”  

“I think I might throw up a little bit. Just to treat myself.” Jen chimed at her side, both at the wings of the gargantuan stage while the openers Motionless in White were whipping the crowd up into utter frenzy, the sea of people moving like a swarm. They both remembered how their beloved friend Dime had described it back when he’d played, the crowd stretching as far as you could see in all directions. 

He hadn’t overhyped it. Literally, it was a sea of people.  

Heading away from the stage, they weaved through the throngs of crew until they reached their allotted tent, entering with a look of mild panic.  

“You two look spooked,” Sunni spoke, eyeing them cautiously. “Why are you spooked? What have you done?” 

“Nothing!” Jen cried, moving to the cooler and picking up a bottle of Jack Daniels, unscrewing the cap and upending it into her mouth. “Oh god, that’s better.” 

Jade envied her ability to soothe her fear with alcohol. However, she did have something else that worked just as well, Adrien moving to wrap her in a hug.  

“Too many people?" He asked. 

“All of the people. All of them. And I have to go and pretend I know what I’m doing in front of them, with jellied knees, while up in my head all I can hear are panicked honking noises!” 

Sunni visibly relaxed from his tightly wound state to hear those words, Adrien laughing softly as his wife made a small noise of discontent in the back of her throat. “Listen to me, you are gonna be totally fine, alright? You’re the best at what you do, and that goes for all of you, too.” 

“Appreciated, homeslice. Imma still need a bucket next to the drum riser, though, y’know?” Jen spoke, lighting a cigarette with a slightly jittery hand.  

Looking up at him, Jade cupped his face with her hands. “Thank you. It’d be a million times worse if you weren’t here to keep me calm.”  

“Even though you’re the furthest thing from it, and will be matter what I tell you?” Oh, he knew her far too well. 

“Bingo.” She managed a laugh, kissing his chest and resting her head against him. “I love you."  

“Love you, too, Burtie." He held her close, feeling her head thudding quickly against his ribs, and then something else a little lower. “Did...” 

Her face lit up, resting a hand to her bump. “That was a kick! I’m sure of it, even though it’s early, I think it was.” Waiting, she felt around, her eyes widening when she felt it flutter against her palm again, grabbing his hand with a squeak.  

Feeling his baby kicking for the first time, his face lit up, Adrien stroking the swell of her tummy lovingly as he kissed her forehead. “See? Even our baby is telling you, ’c'mon, mom, you got this', so if you don't believe me, believe them."  

The other girls all came rushing over, resting their hands in turn to her bump, their faces alight as they felt the little kicks, all hugging her with glee. It took the edge of her nerves if nothing else. They had another five hours until their set, the time coming around quickly as the heat of the day began to abate slightly, Jen and Jade giving their husbands a huge hug before they readied themselves to hit the stage. 

Some groups huddled, some prayed, but for Seventh Gate, their pre-show routine was simple and had never changed. They held hands, all filing into a line as they walked towards the stage, taking deep breaths as they waited. Their crew sped around them, finishing the setup, everything in place. It was time. 

They were then joined by Sunni, the man looking a much paler shade of brown as he stood before them, pointing a finger at them all in turn. “Behave, behave, behave, behave and bloody fucking bloody behave!” he warned them, the finger still shaking, smiling through his stress. “I love you all, I love you to death, but I cannot emphasise enough that you all need to behave!” 

Katie couldn’t keep the grin from her face. “Yo, Sunni. Has anyone ever told you that your accent gets more strongly Indian, the more tightly wound you get?” 

It was a truth that had all five girls snort laughing, their long-suffering tour manager mildly exasperated, but laughing too as he ran a hand down his face. “Oh, god. Get the hell up on that stage and blow the fucking tits off every single person in this airfield. Go on!”  

They had decided to revert to a popular opener from a few years past, the women taking to the stage, the roar of the crowd absolutely deafening, Jade waiting in the wings, her stomach churning. Turning back to see Adrien next to Sunni, she smiled with nerves, her husband winking.  

“You got this.” she just about heard him say as the wail of an air raid siren opening their song Battle Within filled the air, the thunder of guitars swelling sharp as she walked out, grabbed the microphone, drew a breath and did what she did best.  

She roared, and by god, she roared hard.  

The energy of eight hundred thousand people going apoplectic quelled her nerves in an instant, the sight the most amazing thing she had ever beheld, a mosh pit that must have spanned fifty by eighty feet in size spinning in pure frenzy. It was to her utter delight that she made out a few familiar faces within it right at the front, picking out Corey, Jim, Mick and Sid from Slipknot, all throwing and being thrown around as she paced the stage, feeding off the energy, having the time of her life. 

Why had she been nervous, again? 

At the side of the stage, Adrien watched her, watched them all, in fact, a huge feeling of pride swelling in his chest. It might not have been to his musical tastes, although there were a few of their songs he did genuinely enjoy, but god, how he respected the five of them for how flawlessly they performed. At his side, Sunni was looking at them a little differently, Adrien moving to grab the nearby placed bottle of Jim Beam for Katie to have a few tots from between songs, along with two plastic cups.  

“Here,” he spoke, nudging him, “looks like you need it.” 

Sunni took it, sinking it in one gulp. “Don’t tell my wife.” As close to a perfectly devout Sikh as you could get, Sunni still drank here and there. As long as his beloved wife wasn’t there to witness it. Having met Perminder on a couple of occasions, Adrien could well see why he wanted to keep it schtum. She was a fierce lady, if nothing else. “Can you pour me another?” 

Laughing, he reached for the bottle again, pouring it out, Sunni sipping this time but still looking no calmer. “I can feel in in my turban. One of them is going to do something, I know it.” 

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “You’re not wearing it, though.” 

“That’s just how bloody much I can feel that one of them is going to play up!” he exclaimed, eyes wide, taking a deep breath and sinking his drink. “And I hate to say this, mate, but I feel like it’ll be your missus! I cannot cope with the idea of her getting arrested!” 

Laughing, he draped an arm around Sunni’s shoulders. “She won’t, dude. I mean, as in she won’t get arrested. Think about it, if she stood up there and actually mouthed off at the Russian government directly then yeah, it could happen, but she’s smarter than that. Doing it through song won’t incriminate her. Plus, can you imagine the scandal it’d cause, arresting a beloved A list actress, one who just so happens to be pregnant, too? Ain’t worth the hassle.”  

He could see the validity in that, he guessed, but it still made him feel no calmer as they continued to watch the hour-long set. They had played their hearts out, the crowd in absolute frenzy as the opening riffs to their final song sounded. It should have been Shadow of the Veil. It wasn’t.  

“Oh, you are fucking kidding me!” Sunni yelled, a few of the assembled techs all pissing themselves laughing, Jen’s husband Nick throwing his head back to guffaw.  

“That’s my lass!” he chuckled, fist bumping with Adrien as the band launched into Kill your Masters. The very song they had categorically been told not to finish on.  

Sunni looked like he was about to birth his own lungs. “Oh, that’s it! That’s it! All of them are getting smacked arses for this!” 

Adrien laughed, knowing he was joking, but still...  

“Yeah, Sunni I love you, man, but you lay one hand on my wife’s ass and you’ll be eating my knuckles.” The men looked at each other, both snorting with laughter, Sunni dragging his fingers through his hair repeatedly. His nerves were frayed beyond an inch of existence, especially when watching as Jade leaned over the edge of the stage, bellowing a certain line of lyrics in the direction of the assembled police on crowd control.  

“No compassion, round them up, hang them high, kill your masters.”  

Sunni’s blood pressure went through the roof. “She’s fucking done it now!” 

“Sunni, my man,” Nick spoke, the tall Scotsman nodding to the front of the stage, “most of those lads dunnae speak no English! They’ve not got a clue that JB is fuckin’ baiting ‘em like, y’know?” Again, he had to concede that he might have been overreacting a tad, but still, when the girls got off stage after taking a bow, it was to a face they expected. 

“Like herding fucking wild lions!” he yelled, Jade grabbing his face between her hands and kissing his head.  

“You worry too much.” 

His lips thinned. “Oh, JB. If you weren’t pregnant, I’d give you such a beatdown.” 

“Also, if my husband wasn’t looming over you like an albatross,” she noted sweetly, taking Adrien’s hand as they began the walk to the backstage area, the man himself playfully touching Sunni’s jaw with a closed fist. “Now stop ruining my buzz! We just played the biggest show of our careers and you’re over there with your wet blanket fuckery!” 

Boy, how it had been. Up on that stage, playing to a crowd that huge, Jade had felt on top of the world. Her pregnant hormones had gone wild, having to hold back the tears, in utter disbelief that her career had taken her to such a defining, elating point as to preside over eight hundred thousand screaming fans. Screaming for them, the headline act.  

It was such a high, in fact, that she didn’t come down from it for hours. Not backstage, not in the car on the way to the airport, or on the private jet that took her and Adrien to London for a gala they were attending two days’ from then. While he slept, she lay beside him in a state of awe, remembering the crowd, people as far as she could see in every direction. She could still hear the deafening cheers, feel the energy of the crowd, the fading sun on her face.  

It had truly been the performance of a lifetime.  

“Can’t sleep, huh?”  

Turning, she reached to stroke his face, resting back down again. “I never really do on planes unless I’m well medicated, but because of obvious reasons I can’t be. I doubt anything can dent the high I still feel, though. I’ll just have to be tired until we get to the hotel.” 

“I could help?” he offered, Jade seeing a flash of white teeth grinning through the dim light, Adrien shuffling to lie above her.  

Orgasms at forty-five thousand feet; well, if anything was going to make her sleepy, it was a couple of those. 

[waywardsou2]

April O'neil

Pronouns: They / She

Age: 14

Nicknames: Ginger / Ay

Sexuality / Gender: Aromantic / Asexual / Demi-girl

Descriptors: Scientist / Collector / Orphaned

Species: Human

Favourite colour: Daisy

Weapons: Tenssen

Partner: None

Best friend: Donatello

Pet: Sphynx Cat: Sora

April is a nerdy science wizz, her dad was kidnapped by the Kraang and they couldn’t save hi so she’s been living with the Turtles ever since. She is the only one who gets a free pass into Donnie’s lab.

(sorry I didn’t really know how to “fix her character”)

{Master post}

[thesorcerersapprentice]

✦ C U C U F A T E ✦ CHARACTER PROFILE

Cucufate is Altaluna's (the protagonist) main ally in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Under the cut, you’ll find his complete profile! *I'll update this page as I come up with new details.

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I D - CARD 

✦  Full Name: Cucufate or Cucuphas (I borrowed the name from the patron saint of petty thieves and kyphosis). Pronounced: "cook - ooo (as in "goo") - fa (as in "fa-la-la-la-la") - te (as in "telephone"). ✦  Age: Unknown ✦  Sex & Gender: Irrelevant, but I'm thinking male? ✦  Physical Description: Cucufate is a culpeo, a South American canid otherwise known as a Paramo Wolf or Andean Fox (although it bears a striking resemblance to the red fox, it's actually more closely related to wolves and coyotes). ✦ Occupation: One of Valeriano's Abandoned Projects.

INSPIRATION

✦ Socrates & Bartleby: (*I'm in the process of rewriting this section, as it isn't very clear. Thanks for your patience!) Cucufate is based on two figures: the ancient philosopher Socrates and Bartleby from the short story Bartleby, The Scrivener by Herman Melville. What I wanted to do with Cucufate was find a way to have an animal speak without necessarily resorting to a 'human' voice (a voice that furthers our aims, mimics and thus elevates our culture, clarifies and informs etc.). This is where Socrates and Bartleby enter the picture. They both provide a language model that subverts standard communication. For instance, despite being the primary character in Plato's Dialogues and one of the most famous philosophers of all time, Socrates makes no positive or prescriptive claims (thou shalt not blah, this is that etc.). Instead, he talks in (flattery &) questions, undermining any certainty his interlocutors might feel by prodding and probing their knowledge of x, y & z until they are forced to reveal their ignorance (this is known as Socratic irony). Socrates' speech is thus a kind of anti-speech. If it spotlights a topic, it does so only to reveal the immensity of the darkness that sustains it, its lack of substance. Indeed, whenever Socrates opens his mouth, he widens the abyss that will eventually swallow his interlocutor's thoughts and beliefs whole, and terminate the discussion (silence). Hence, Socratic dialogue successfully humiliates and confuses us. It strips us of that very human arrogance, our intellectual bravado, so that we too can become wise: so that we too can share in the wisdom of knowing that we don't know. Doesn't the natural world do the same? Isn't that precisely the horror of climate change? Bartleby, on the other hand, taps into the ambiguity of certain language formulas. His signature phrase "I would prefer not to," which he repeats whenever he's asked to do his job, expresses a hypothetical that... never seems to go anywhere? It's the Schrodinger's Cat of phrases, simultaneously dead and alive; he'd prefer not to, but... will he or won't he? Yes. The ambiguity, the inaction of it, dumfounds and incapacitates his employer. Bartleby's speech thus provides an example of a language that resists, confounds rather than clarifies, and complicates rather than simplifies. Like Socratic irony, Bartleby's masterful use of the conditional and modal auxiliary verb "would," disrupts the status quo. Because Cucufate's speech pattern draws from both of them, he becomes an effective helper to Altaluna; by engaging with her, he counteracts the temptation to think along the lines of a simplistic, "heroic" fascism (good vs. evil, light vs. darkness, us vs. them), and forces her instead to adopt a more nuanced stance, capable of aptly handing contradiction and ambiguity. (*Appropriated from this post).

✦ Cunning Intelligence in Greek Culture and Society by Marcel Detienne & Jean-Pierre Vernant: "When Oppian describes the cunning of the fishing frog squatting in the mud, motionless and invisible, he compares it to the fox: ‘The scheming fox (agkulómetis kerdō) devises a similar trick; as soon as it spots a flock of wild birds it lies down on its side, stretches out its agile limbs, closes its eyelids and shuts its mouth. To see it you would think that it was enjoying a deep sleep or even that it was really dead, so well does it hold its breath as it lies stretched out there, all the while turning over treacherous plots (aióla bouleúousa) in its mind. No sooner do the birds notice it than they swoop down on it in a flock and, as if in mockery, tear at its coat with their claws, but as soon as they are within reach of its teeth the fox reveals its cunning (dólos) and seizes them unexpectedly. The fox is a trap; when the right moment comes the dead creature becomes more alive than the living. [….] If the metis of the fox is immediately detectable in its skill at playing dead, it is dazzlingly apparent in this sudden reversal. In effect, the fox holds the secret of reversal which is the last word in craftiness." (pp. 35-36)

© 2023 The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. All rights reserved.

[fogclan]

FogClan Allegiances

Current allegiances for the clan! I will try to update these as updates are posted, but I will be scheduling update posts so it may be staggered.

LEADER

Bluestar (she/her) Ambitious, Very Clever, Good Kitsitter A white and gray tabby she-cat. Apprentice: Furzepaw

DEPUTY

Claythrush (she/her) Calm, Excellent Teacher A dark brown and white she-cat. Apprentice: Swamp-paw

HEALER

Scorchfur (he/him) Grumpy, Prophecy Interpreter A white and black tom. Apprentice: Primpaw

Primpaw (she/her) Quiet, Oddly Observant A dark ginger and white she-cat with three legs.

WARRIORS

Orangetail (she/her) Playful, Keen Eye, Good Mediator A pale ginger she-cat. Apprentice: Sparkpaw

Aphidpelt (she/her) Vengeful, Skilled Mediator, Good Storyteller A light brown/dark brown mottled she-cat. Apprentice: Lotuspaw

Poe (she/her) Competitive, Eloquent Speaker, Good Story-teller A long-furred gray and white she-cat. Apprentices: Gullpaw and Loudpaw

Swampbat (he/him) Quiet, Oddly Observant A long-furred unusually dappled black tom.

Sparkshade (he/him) Charming, Quick to Help A long-furred light brown tabby tom.

Lotusrise (she/her) Know-it-All, Never Sits Still A black-and-white she-cat.

Loudface (she/her) Bossy, Moss-ball Hunter A long-furred pale tabby she-cat.

APPRENTICES

Gullpaw (she/her) Attention-seeker, Avid Play-Fighter A speckled pale gray and white she-cat.

Furzepaw (he/him) Polite, Avid Play-Fighter A long-furred light brown tabby tom.

ELDERS

Pondtooth (she/her) Grumpy, Lore Master An unusually spotted white she-cat.

[loonysama]

2022 Master Fanfic List

2022 Master Fic List

@loonysama | @annas-hair-donut | @pigail-braids | @loonysamaa (FFN)

This has been a great year for writing!!! I've published 29 fics (though some are still WIPs) at 338,496 words this year! And I've written in several new fandoms, which I never thought I'd be able to do. But anyway, here's the master list!

Frozen (@annas-hair-donut)

All Tied Up - Kristanna in Law Firm/BDSM AU (E)

Baby One More Time - Kristanna in High School AU (E)

Future's So Bright - Kristanna in Divorce AU (T)

Ginger Sweet Love - Kristanna in Halloween/Friendsgiving/Second Chances AU (M)

Kisses in the Pantry, Fingers in the Fridge - Elsamaren in Coffee Shop AU (E)

Let the Wind Carry You Away - Kristanna in 1960s AU (E)

Overheard - Kristanna in Roommates AU (M)

Safe - Kristanna in Detective Noir AU (E)

Santa's Cookies - Kristanna in Modern Fantasy AU (T)

Sophisticated Grace- Kristanna & Elsamaren in Music AU (E)

The Grandfather Clock - Kristanna om Haunted House AU (T)

The Ice King - Helsa in Post F1 Canon Divergent AU (E)

The Jakku Lantern - Kristanna & background Svolaf in Pumpkin Carving Contest AU (E)

The Magenta Cravat - Helsa in Addams Family Fusion AU (M)

The Refugees - Kristanna & background RapsxEugene in Genocide/Soul Mates AU ️(M)

The U-Turn - Kristanna in Uber AU (E)

You're the Boss - Kristanna in Law Firm AU (T)

Wednesday (@pigtail-braids)

Cat Scratch Fever - Wyler in Canon Divergent (Wednesday Wears Her Catsuit) (E)

Corsage Optional - Wyler in s01e04 Canon Compliant (Mostly) (E)

Sweet Poison - Wyler in Canon Divergent (Mistletoe) AU (E)

Woe is Me - Wyler in Canon Divergent AU (E)

Woe is Your Master - Wyler in s01e08 Canon Divergent AU (E)

Other Fandoms

1,000 Rabinous Raccoons - Abigail/Donovan (Good Witch) in Canon Divergent AU (E)

A Grave Injury - Lydia Deetz/Male OC (Beetlejuice) in 5 years later Canon Divergent AU (T)

Don't Say It - Elizabeth/Philip Jennings (The Americans) in Canon Divergent AU (E)

Free the Birds - Mary Poppins/Bird Woman in Pre-Canon/Victorian AU (M)

Heart Taker - Snow White/Hunter in High School (Valentine's Day) AU (T)

The Locket - Brandy/the Man that Brandy loved in Fantasy AU (T)

Two Ghosts - Laszlo/Nadja (WWDitS) in s02e11 Canon Divergent AU (E)

[strale-light]

Bsd characters in a nut shell (Ada/pm)

(Disclaimer this is a shit post and I'm having fun so don't ssshhiittt on meeee plzzz)

ADA:

Fukuzawa- crazy cat man/sword master

Dazai- toilet paper/ would find him sleeping in a grave 🧻

Atsushi- #tigerscanswim/ gold digger low-key

Kunikida- diarys of his life and future/should start a metal band and be the lead singer

Ranpo- gummy worms

Yosano- meat grinder/ sexy butterfly vibes

Kenji- farmers/ cows/ steals stop signs and claimed that he was sleep walking

Kyōka- bunny hippie/ probably cut open a big stuffed animal and hid inside it while playing hid-and-seek with atsushi

Junichiro- ginger/ picks his nose in free time

Naomi- SWEEEEET HOOOOME ALAABAMAAAAA/ ummm the doors right there

Haruno- crazy cat lady/ control your roommate

Katai- bean bags/ couch potato

PM:

Mori- pedo pedo pedophileeeeeaaaaa!!/ illegal doctor

Chuuya- short/ drinks wine and crys in the closet like a mom because he can't grow taller

Akutagawa- sick dog/ his eyebrows left him just like his dad

Gin- ninja girl boss/ has a pink fluffy bedroom

Higuchi- SIMP/ probably the smartest blond out there

Elise- draws in red crayons

Tachihara- bandaid/ in a biker gang

Hirotsu- grandpa/ needs more attention/ steampunk vibes

Q- vodo dolls/ pins and hearts

Kajii- bombs/ lab experiments on guinea pig

Koyo- mom?/ kyōkas mom actually

[lauralot89]

Notable Real Life Ginger Cats

I’m compiling a database of every ginger cat in the media. See the master post for all forms of media here.

If I am missing any ginger cats, please comment so it can be added to the list.

Ah Tsai: Prime Minister of Taiwan Tsai Ing-wen’s cat

Bilbo: Twitter influencer

Bob: Former street cat

Catmando: Joint leader of Britain's Official Monster Raving Loony Party

Cheddar: Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s cat

Dewey Readmore Books: Library cat

Dirt: Nevada railway cat

Fatso: Keyboard cat

Garfield: Sainsbury's cat

George: Chief mouse catcher of Stourbridge Junction Station

Gorb: Just kind of yellow

Hamish McHamish: Cat from St Andrews, Fife, Scotland

Jorts: Buttered sweet potato

Marmalade: YouTuber

Mittens: Wandering cat

Orangey: Actor

Paddles: Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern's cat

Sissi: Correctly predicted each match of the 2014 Brazil World Cup

Stubbs: Mayor of Talkeetna, Alaska

Tsim Tung Brother Cream: Convenience store cat

Milo: My own cat, who inspired me to start this madness

[just-a-random-robin]

[OOC POST]

This is a roleplaying (ask) blog for an OC from Doctor Who. Major lore will be made with other DW RP accounts and such.

OC INFO (under cut)

Robin (approximately 100 years of age as of now) was loomed on Gallifrey in the House of Lungbarrow. They attended the Academy for a short while before dropping out. They are a child of two Houses, meaning one of their parents is from Lungbarrow while the other one is from Heartshaven. After living a troubled life on Gallifrey for a bit over 50 years, they decide to steal a TARDIS and start traveling. Thus becoming a renegade.

Incarnations masterlist:

Robin I (Robin first) – first incarnation of Robin. The youngest and frankly the most naïve. They're ginger, mostly Gallifreyan oriented. They've started traveling with a human by the name of Tania. Sadly, Tania dies and Robin follows suit just a few years later.

Robin II (Robin second) – regenerating in a Jadoon prison, this face of Robin is rather short-tempered with some cat-like features (such as a tail, ears and beans). After their prison break, they return to Gallifrey for a short while and take off as soon as they can. However, they do return to Gallifrey on several occasions. Still grieving the loss, they start hallucinating Tania... Or are they?

War Robin – no one is able to escape war, not even Time Lords. This blonde idiot borrows a face from the Doctor's subconscious by accident, causing some rather conflicting feelings for Arthur. Luckily, the War lasted a rather short time for those who haven't fought in it. As for the soldiers, that's a whole other story...

Robin III (Robin third) – still shaken by the War, Robin returns to their second face and alters it a bit. PTSD is a bitch, and so are some other things. At least they get therapy now!

Alternative Timelines:

Raven – in this timeline, alternative Simm!Master kidnaps Robin just to provoke their father, the Doctor. The plan fails, because apparently the Doctor just doesn't care enough. Simm!Master manages to manipulate Robin into pursuing their darker desires, such as killing the Doctor. Over the course of a few days, Robin adapts the alias of (early) 'Raven'. Through a failed assassination attempt they get killed by their dad, Arthur. Thus, the real Raven arc begins. They start losing their sanity piece by piece, slipping into their Dark Design.

( Raven origins )

[spainkitty]

Tag Game

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

@sillyliterature tagged me daaaays ago! Of course I waited until after midnight on a school night, after a 5-day school break, to finally write/post this... /sigh I had fun scrounging for things about me you should know. I hope anyone seeing this gets a giggle.

1. I'm an American living in China, teaching English. I technically teach "Critical Reading and Writing", and a lot of the curriculum I built myself! (I prefer creating teaching materials to teaching and I'll be changing careers soon cuz I so tired)

2. I love cats. Can you tell? My mom has given me a cat-related nickname since birth, SHE loves cats, and so I feel like it's just in the genes now. My metaphorical daughter niece also loves cats, which shows I'm right. I have two cats right now, Birdie & Canela (Canela is the tabby-baby, she has brownish-ginger spots she inherited from her mother, so yes, she is named "cinnamon" on purpose. Birdie is the tortie and the Mama-cat!)

3. I wrote a book! It's published! I'm supposed to write a sequel. It is... almost half-done? A little more than half-done? It's a YA fantasy called "The Coward's Emblem" 🥰 There are dragons! My bestie drew my dragons for me and they're BEAUTIFUL!!! LOOK BELOW!! SO COOL! (I also have commissioned art of the characters by Sabri on insta and they're BEAUTIFUL, too!! If you wanna know more about my actual for real OCs for my real book, pls lemme know!)

4. I've eaten so many Hot Cheetos, I've coughed stomach acid. Maybe living in China is good for me, no Hot Cheetos here... hmmmm

5. The only video games I've ever played from beginning to end on my own are: Harvest Moon: Animal Parade, KOTOR, KOTOR II, and Dragon Age(s). I can only play on Easy/Casual because I'm a crap gamer (I've never finished a Pokémon game), but I really love the stories/characters. ☺️

6. Atton x f!Exile fanart has been my lockscreen for months, and Viktuuri art from Yuri! on Ice! has been my phone bg wallpaper even longer. Maybe since 2016...

7. Rapid Shot Shame-Fame: I meowed through 7th-8th grade. Yes, you read that correctly. I've been a weeaboo. I was in the Hetalia fandom (hence the tumblr name). I was in the SuperWhoLock fandom, too + Teen Wolf, and, my true claim to fame, I went to Dashcon AND I WAS A PANELIST. At THREE panels. No, I was never paid. 🤣

8. I've almost been in a cult twice... maybe three times, but definitely twice. Only the fact I am lazy and didn't live In The Location of the 'Cult' prevented me from actually joining. (Did spend 40 bucks on that book for one of them, though. Ugh. Gimme my 40 bucks back.)

9. I've been to three Disney parks of six. (The Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Shanghai is amazing! Rode it twice! Tron and Soarin' O'er the Horizon are overrated.)

10. I've played DnD since I was 18, and I ALWAYS find a group. In USA, in South Korea, and now in China; I find the nerds and I friend them no matter where I am (yes, I am a nerd, too). My first finished original novel (unpublished) was based on my first ever DnD character: Karik the Master of Many Forms Druid 😀 My current character is Tepin Pallis Cuautli Lozano, a Wild Shaper Druid, the first time I've played a Druid again in almost ten years (3.5e was better, fite me 💪🤜).

[everybody-loves-purdy]

ah oops! sorry, im the "whats your favorite book" anon, i didnt realize you already had a masterpost for that x0!!!

hopefully a better question: do you have any original characters? and if so, would you allow them to be drawn :) ?

No worries! That master post is actually incomplete, I’m only so far in my reread and so that ask allowed me to gush about a book I haven’t gotten to in my reread so thanks

I do, I have a fair few lol. And I would absolutely allow for them to be drawn! My main one is probably a black cat with blue eyes named Ravenstar. He has a lot of lore but essentially it comes down to he was born outside the clans and adopted into RiverClan due to a perceived sign from StarClan, and he always feels the need to prove himself as extraordinary in order to be accepted as ordinary to his clan, this mindset is hammered into him by his mentor who also started out as an outsider. The leader adopts him so there’s a lot of nepotism going on. As an apprentice he develops a crush on a ginger and white ThunderClan tom named Talonpaw, and the two essentially grow up together and become deputies at similar times (as a sidenote Talon also has a lot going on with his mother murdering the cat he believes to be his father, and Talonpaw and Ravenpaw’s other best friend, in order to hide her affair with the ShadowClan deputy). But as a deputy Ravenstar has some serious doubts about being leader, but before he can tell his leader mother about this she dies, and he becomes leader shortly after Talonstar becomes leader of ThunderClan. In order to appear strong to his clan in a time of drought near the start of his leadership Ravenstar takes sunningrocks by force, breaking an agreement he has with Talonstar, Talonstar is furious and retaliates and ends up ripping out Ravenstar’s left eye and shredding his left ear, in self defence Ravenstar takes Talonstar’s first life and their lifelong bond is broken. Eventually Ravenstar loses his ninth life in another battle with Sunningrocks, Talonstar kills him by accident. After this Talonstar becomes a shell of himself due to regret and the rest of his leadership is tarnished due to this.

There’s a lot I left out there including Ravenstar’s RiverClan mate (a tom) he takes after his falling out with Talonstar named Flamewhisker and they adopt a daughter. Meanwhile Talonstar loses a son (later on) in battle against RiverClan and this causes him and his mate to split up, and some other bits and pieces too including a death omen that seems to follow him everywhere. I’ve built up a lot of lore for these Ocs lol

An OC with less complicated lore I have (who lives in the same time period as Ravenstar) is a deaf WindClan leader named Icestar. His sister is his deputy and lifelong sign language interpreter for other clans. And as a warrior he was a tunneller, and was excellent at it due to his enhanced vibration sensing abilities. He became WindClan’s first tunneller leader after generations of moor runners being leaders.

So yeah that’s the basic cliff notes of my favs lol

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