#handmade cat cave

[losthorizonhandicraft]

Felt Cat Caves: Exploring Comfort and Style in Cat Cave Designs

When it comes to providing comfort and a sense of security for our feline friends, nothing beats the allure of a felt cat cave. These unique pet accessories have gained popularity among cat owners for their exceptional features and benefits.

A felt cat cave, as the name suggests, is a cozy, cave-like structure made from felt, designed to offer your cat a private, warm, and comfortable space to relax. The unique design of these cat caves caters to the natural instinct of cats to curl up in small and cozy spaces, making them an instant favorite.

One of the main advantages of a felt cat cave is its material. Felt, a non-woven fabric, is known for its excellent insulating properties. This means that a felt cat cave can keep your cat warm during the colder months and cool during the summer, providing year-round comfort.

Moreover, felt cat caves are eco-friendly. They are often made from natural wool, which is a renewable resource. This makes them a great choice for environmentally conscious pet owners.

When choosing a felt cat cave, consider the size of your cat and the cave's design. Ensure it is spacious enough for your cat to move around comfortably, but also snug enough to provide that cozy feel cats love.

Felt cat caves come in various designs and colors, allowing you to choose one that matches your home decor or your cat's personality. Whether you prefer a minimalist design or a more elaborate one, there's a felt cat cave to suit your taste.

In conclusion, a felt cat cave is more than just a pet accessory. It's a cozy retreat that caters to your cat's natural instincts, providing them with a sense of security and comfort. Whether you have a playful kitten or a senior cat who loves their downtime, a felt cat cave is a worthy addition to your pet's comfort zone.

Remember, a happy cat makes for a happy home. So why not invest in a felt cat cave and give your feline friend the comfort they deserve?

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[harrysmimi]

Gotchu!

Synopsis: YN pranks Harry after he's returned home from the gym

Idea courtesy to @vrittivsanghavi

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It was a day off for YN, so she decided to spend it at home.

She has been making a crochet bag for her mother-in-law for her birthday which was coming up soon. She cosied up on the sofa with a cup of tea with a rerun of her favourite show on, taking in some alone time. She had dropped off Milo to the vet for his checkup, surgery and vaccine updates this morning, he's due pick up in the evening. And she went grocery shopping for few things she needs to try out this new baking recipe.

Though Harry will be home soon, he had to rush to a quick meeting and then he went to the gym for a little. He came home way too soon.

YN heard the door open and close as Harry walked in dressed in his workout clothes and cup of coffee in his hand. His tote bag hung over his shoulder.

"Hey baby." He smiled at her, "I'm just gonna go take a shower real quick and be with you, yeah?"

"Hi, yes of course." YN nodded, and sat there starting on her new project.

Anne loved one of YN's bag she made and wore on one of their girls day out, since then YN's been wanting to make one for her. Her birthday was coming up so it was the best occasion to take advantage of. Gift giving is really nit her thing, so this was a golden opportunity for her there.

Harry's been jealous. He wants one too but he steals her bag everytime so he doesn't really know how to ask for one. He felt stupid. But at the same time it warmed his heart to see how the women who raised him get along so well with the woman he fell in love with.

He's honestly got to up his game of birthday presents for his mum after this. It's always been his forte, but a handmade gift has special value to it to everyone.

YN had been asking him what colour he thinks his mum would like the bag to be. It was a tricky choice to make without letting Anne can not know about this. It is a surprise.

"It's coming along right?" Harry asked he sat next to her, freshly showered and shirtless with droplets of water still shining on his shoulders and chest. YN rught away snuggled to his side.

"This is the last square for the bag." She said as she continued to crochet.

"That colour looks very pretty by the way." He added.

"Yeah? I'm making you one too." She beamed at him in excitement, "you can take this one and I'll give Mummy Anne the other one."

"Oh, thank you love." He chuckled watching her go back to do her thing, "I've been wanting to ask you to make ine for me, but didn't wanted to bother you."

"Please, you're never a bother to me." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah--" Harry realised something, "baby, where's Milo? He's usually attacking my feet by now." Harry asked looking around.

YN was too busy counting up the stitches on the crochet piece, or was she? Actually she was cooking a plan to prank him in that moment. She's the bored okay!

"He's in the Man Cave you built you or he must asleep in some nook." She shrugged, which had Harry immediately jumping up to go look for their fur baby.

"Did he eat McFish--" he checked the aquarium but the fish was the swimming around with the secure lid still on. "No, baby, did he fell into toilet bowl again?"

"You just came from the bathroom, didn't you see?" YN called from him as he frantically ran to their only bathroom to check.

Milo was just learning to adjust to the closed litter box, which was kept in the bathroom obviously and being the cat he is, he jumped on the box and accidentally falling into the toilet bowl. It was his fault that he didn't closed the lid.

YN had to bathe him twice after that, because well he doesn't let Harry give him the baths. Yeah, he's that spoilt. But Harry still loves him, he's just grown to bond with Milo. Even though the kitten always tries to trip and make him fall the best he could, or when he just attacks his dad's toes for no apparent reason. No, no, he doesn't do that to his mum, he's in fact very cuddly and sweet with her. Well, occasionally the cat likes to cuddle with Harry but that's very rare. That doesn't change the fact he loves that cat to bits.

"He's not there." He announced, "baby can you please put that down? We can find the cat!"

"Check in his man cave, dude!" She tried to break out laughing the best she could, acting nonchalant as Milo does like to be on his own sometimes.

Harry walked upto the little-- well it's not very little box fixed seven feet above the ground for Milo to sit in and rule over his kingdom along with wooden steps and comfiest bedding inside. The cat even sleeps in it at night. Harry had it custom made for just him, with facy ass design and his name plate on the front. Harry called it: Milo's Man Cave.

News flash, Milo isn't in his man cave.

"We have the balcony all netted and shit, where is he?" Harry was stressing out now. "Did you leave the door open by any chance?"

"Uhhh, no..." YN tried to act like she is not very sure and surprisingly it worked.

"Baby, no don't fuck with me like that!" Harry gasped as he ran into the bedroom to grab a shirt. He was soon heading out the door to check but YN's phone started ringing so he stopped thinking someone might have found him. He's microchipped, and got a collar with his name YN's number on it (not his for his privacy and as a prevention from getting his number leaks). He was teary eyed by now.

"Hello Ms. YLN, this is Amy from Medivet. How are you doing today?" The girl on the line spoke.

Now YN doesn't have her phone on speaker but Harry could hear the girl speaking through. It was Milo's vet. But he's still anxious.

"Hello, I'm good, thanks and you?" YN said politely.

"I'm doing fine. I've called you to let you that Milo is ready to be taken home, so you can come pick him up." The girl sounded very upbeat.

Harry immediately pulled out his phone to check, it was Milo's appointment day and his turn to tak him there. Fuck did she just pranked him?

"Yeah, I'll come pick him up in fifteen. Thank you, Amy." YN spoke before the girl was bidding her bye and hanging up.

"That was not good." He sniffled as he went on to grab his car keys with a puppy face on.

"Harry, I'm sorry!" She cooed rushing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Got anxious!" He sighed, "he's just too little."

"I know, I'm sorry, don't cry please." She tried to hug him.

"God my heart in beating fast," he sat down on the dining table chair.

"Hey, I'm sorry I was just trying to prank you." She felt embarassing now as she now hugged him. With her hand rested on his chest she could really feel how fast his heart was beating then which made her feel even more mad and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Hazza."

"Just don't." He gently pushed her away. "This isn't funny, YN."

"I'm sorry." She repeated herself, now with her own eyes getting teary and a puppy face on she stood there in the corner.

Now, Harry doesn't usually get upset. He's just that caring and understanding but when he rarely does, he gets really badly upset. This seemed to be one of those rare times and he used her first name in ages. She just grabbed her car keys and slipped on her slippers to go pick up the baby.

"Hey, hey, hey, I was just kidding!" He rushed to pull her back giggling, "gotchu!"

"God you little shit, can't just turn this around on me!" She whined now crying like a baby in defeat.

"Don't you cry now." He wiped off her tears, "not going to lie, you did get me until I heard Medivet. Got you back though." He seemed proud of himself as he tightly hugged her.

"No, go away!" She tried to push him off but he barely budged.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"No, move, I have to pick him up." She now managed to pull away.

"Hey come on, this is not fair!" He whined, "well... Baby I'm sorry." He grabbed her face cooing as he placed sloppy wet kisses in her cheek and mouth. It took him a second to realise that. "You sit and relax, I will make the trip to get him."

"Okay." She nodded.

"Am I forgiven?" He asked, to double check.

"Am I?" She countered.

"Of course you are, my darling." He placed another kiss on her mouth and got one right back.

"You are too then." She finally smiled.

"Okay, bet back in thirty, yeah?" He placed a few more kisses on her face.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I love you!" And she recieved another kiss.

"I love you too!" She reciprocated, "now go bring our son home."

"Yes, yes." He quickly put his shoes on before he was headed out, "oh, keys!"

"Here." She handed him her car key as she was holding it, with that he was heading out again.

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This is not how I intended it to go but dayummmm this is hilarious!!!!!! *cries"

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[st-el-la-luna]

Thinking about @bluegiragi Monster AU

Specifically; Crow Harpy Gaz

He's such a sweet little thing, still as cheeky as ever, not one to back down from a fight.

When he sees you for the first time, his eyes widen imperceptibly. He tilts his head to one side, then the next, blinking curiously.

He realizes you've said something and he lets out a tiny coo in surprise before clearing his throat. He offers you a taloned hand and a smile. "Name's Gaz... Lovely to make your acquaintance."

He's definitely got bird like mannerisms. Bobs up and down when he's excited, bouncing from foot to foot. He always calls out when he sees you, unable to suppress the happy crowing when you walk into the room. Usually, just your name or some term of endearment, occasionally accompanied by a horrid melody of chirps and tweets (crows are not known for their musical ability).

His wings were always his pride and joy, but he takes even better care of them now, even when deployed. One day, when you both were back from leave, you complimented his wings.

"They look so glossy and soft! You've been taking care of them, haven't you, pretty bird?"

And oh how he preens. He practically melts.

Pretty bird. Pretty bird. Pretty bird.

He wants to hear you say it again. And again. And again. And again. And-

He gets the best products he can, enlisting the other members of the Task force (yes, even Ghost) to help him with his wing care. The feathers shine like they never have before.

Whenever you're around, Gaz will stand a little straighter. Puff out his chest. Raise his wings slightly and stretch them out just a bit. Feathers fluffing. You never fail to compliment him and he never fails to preen and to coo.

He starts bringing you things. Not to you, not directly at least. But to your barracks. You're able to figure out who it is easily enough.

"When I laid down to sleep last night I found this big rock on my bed, hurt like hell." You say off handedly one morning in the mess hall.

Ghost chastises you for not checking your surroundings. Soap laughs at you and your misfortune. Price asks if you're okay. Gaz deflates a little.

Ever since, the gifts are left on your night table.

You find small things at first. Stray bottle caps, shiny rocks, an old penny. Then, he becomes a little more bold.

Flowers, and berries and seashells and glass. He only realizes what's happening– that he's courting you– when you approach him with a container of brownies.

"What's this for?" He asks as you set it in his hands.

"You're always getting me things," you say with a smile. "Figured it's time I give you something too."

He tries to deny it. Really, he does. Cheeks burning, feathers puffed out. Tells you he has no idea what you're talking about. But then you set your hand on his and offer him a smile that has him weak in the knees.

"No use in lying to me, pretty bird. I know you too well for that."

He caves and accepts the brownies with a smile.

The gifts increase tenfold. No longer left shyly on your bedside. He seeks you out. Presenting you with the gifts like a cat bringing its owner a mouse. His chest puffed out, shoulders back, wings out. He's showing off.

He loves it.

What he loves even more is the way you coo at him and thank him. Your smile is genuine every time.

He starts bringing you things. Expensive things. Gourmet chocolates. Rings. Small jewels.

One morning, at breakfast, he takes your hand in his and fastens a bracelet around it like this is a normal thing to do.

Soap makes fun of him for it. Gaz doesn't even get the chance to be mad at the werewolf. Not when you press a little kiss to his cheek and thank him so sweetly. You tell him he doesn't need to spend money on you. He tells you he wants to.

One day, after a particularly hard mission, Gaz returns to his bunk and all but collapses in bed. There's a plate of cookies and a handmade bracelet waiting for him on his nightstand. And a little note with your sweet words of encouragement.

Immediately his fatigue is gone.

He's out of his room, hurrying through the hallways. Wings fluttering so much he's lifting a bit off the floor.

He slams your door open without knocking. You're lying in bed, reading. You jump, startled, blinking up at him in surprise.

"Kyle! You scared me!"

He's on you in a heartbeat. Arms and wings wrapping around you like they'll never let you go.

If ever you were unsure about his feelings for you, you weren't now. Now with the way he melts against you, pressing so close, so tight, it's like he wants to become one.

"Can... Can I... Can I please?"

He asks, breathless, eyes on your lips. His mouth falls open slightly and he lets out a stuttering breath as your tongue darts out to wet your lips. You nod.

Gaz wastes no time. The kiss starts out sweet, soft and chaste. He peppers these kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, your temples, you nose, your chin, your eyelids. Nowhere is safe.

But the kisses soon become demanding. All tongue and teeth. Hot and wet and desperate. Like he needs you like he needs the air he breathes. Like he needs you to live.

"You're mine, right?" He whispers against your lips, voice gentle, eyes pleading. "Only mine?"

"Only yours," you whisper back, a hand stroking the feathers of his wings. "And you're mine... My pretty bird."

Gaz preens as he dives in for another kiss.

Your pretty bird...

Yeah. He decides as he pushes you down onto the bed, tongue licking desperately at yours. Yeah, he can live with that.

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[cheesus-doodles]

Hello! :) I was just reading your sugar daddy bff baji, and I thought it was so cute! ♡

I wanted to request: what would happen if bajis birthday comes up or a special day for reader and baji, and you know she's kinda broke.. would she use the black card that baji gave her to buy baji a nice gift?? or would she somehow work around using the card?

Love your work! It's nice to read :D

ahhh thank you! it's been a while since i wrote about baji, have some yan sugar bff baji!

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I think you wouldn't be the sort to use the black card Baji gives you to buy him a gift, ya know? Even if he has given you free reign to do whatever you want - money barely makes any sense to him now that he was a Bonten executive, after all, and not like he checks what the card is being used on - but its just not in you to spend what isn't your money, especially not as a gift for your bestfriend.

A special day for the two of you, birthday or not, is a special day regardless that is worth celebrating in your eyes. Whether Baji agrees or not does not concern you because one puppy eye look will have your bestfriend cave - he for one, can't say no to you of all people, and for two, Baji absolutely can't risk you even thinking about hanging out with someone other than him.

So yes, you do find a way to work around the card, even if you are broke af. You could save up your own money to buy him a gift of course, though that definitely will come with a tinge of "what if he thinks its bought with his card" guilt to it. You know Baji wouldn't care, but you do.

So the other alternative would be to pull together a birthday plan that does not involve spending a ton of money. Asking Mikey to give Baji the day off is simple enough, though said black-haired boy doesn't quite approve of you talking to Mikey after he finds out.

But a homecooked breakfast quickly soothes over any unhappy nerves from you interacting with Baji's less savoury colleagues, followed by a leisurely day of cafe hopping, picnicking by the river with all of his favourite snacks, and window shopping - just like the two of you used to do as school kids.

And then the highlight of the day would be you surprising him with a handmade gift; it could be a plush keychain of a cat with both of your names stitched on it that Baji would be happy to parade around with hanging from his phone, or a scunchie you made for him to keep his hair up during his fights, or even a cat food bowl that you doodled all over for his office cats.

This boy will be happy with the sole fact that you want to celebrate a special day with him, given he does spend a lot of time working in Bonten, dealing with the darkest and most horrid of crimes for Mikey. He doesn't know what he'll do without you by his side, so your plan regardless of what you choose to do as a gift, ultimately always goes off without a hitch. Makes sure to take some time out of the day to bring you out to play with the community stray cats that he still cares for because he loves to see you get excited about the friendly cats.

Mikey and the rest of the Bonten executives never fail to make fun of Baji after he returns from these sort of vacations, though at least they know better than to touch your gifts to him.

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

[devilslamb]

I want to know if Dale decided to hire an assistant, besides Ruth, one who was actually on a payroll and would just help him make the dolls, what would their first day of working for him look like? I want to know how that man would welcome someone completely new to his Satan cave.

ouuu, this would be so interesting. hmmm,, id imagine him probably getting ruth to put in ads in the paper, waiting for someone to call the house number. waiting by the phone all day when he hasn't anything to do (and lets be honest, he doesn't do much other than make dolls now that ruth is his accomplice LOL)

i think it'd be pretty uneventful just because i think dale is dutiful, no shenanigans on the job type of guy, especially with such gruesome work.

their first day... slinking into a crowded house and down into the basement isnt at all what they expected when they called in for the ad. the stairs are steep, and the basement is so cluttered yet so.. organized? it's quite odd how the room is so put together yet so clunky with books and blankets and handmade quilts.

he makes his presence known by giving a high pitched "oh!" you know how. he's suddenly behind you with his hands politely crossed in front of him, fidgeting with his fingers. probably scaring the shit out of you. he doesnt really introduce himself. rather, he tells you to sit down at the bench so you can get started

most of the work is in making the dolls, so you'd be sharing the workload with him, if you're quick to learn

dale is a very hands-on teacher. not in that way, either. i dont think he's a man of many words, so trying to explain stuff would be so frustrating for him when he could just show you how to do it

you're seated at his work bench and he's so uncomfortably close behind you, shoulders practically caging you in between him and the bench. you can smell him, he's so close.

hes watching you carefully, raggedy breaths in your ear. it's so uncomfortable and tense for no reason. like something bad is about to happen. but nothing ever does.

all you hear is the occasional footsteps above you, eerie whispering, and his heavy breathing. no music or white noise to avoid any distractions. just him and the devil keeping you company.

he hands you the tools and gives you the name along with it. short little "brush" or "glue" in his sluggish voice. he doesn't say much else.

when you're making a mistake, he grabs your wrist in a sluggish motion but with a firm grip and redirects the tool in your hand. he's extremely picky but spares the patience for you.

though after a couple of hours of things not going right, he twitches, shoulders curled up like a threatened cat. he's huffing and puffing a bit, burning holes in the back of your head with his stare. hes grinding his teeth a bit too.

if you do something right, he gives your shoulder a gentle and reassuring squeeze (though it unnerves you) accompanied by a low, gravelly "mm good". he doesn't spare the praises either, making sure to let you know well you're doing.

once he's a little more confident in you doing each task right, he'd probably pop a record on. maybe one of his own, or maybe one he favors. something old and classic, maybe some alice cooper. just light listening to offer a much-needed buffer from the silence.

before you know it, you're there through some of the night, and it seems time has flown by when doing the devil's work, but he lets you know to come back tomorrow depending on how well you've done.

sorry this is a little boring, but i cant imagine him getting someone to help. hes such an insular person to me that hed rather do it himself to ensure it gets done right, but yk i dont think he'd be too terrible at training someone to help him. he'd probably very much appreciate it.

[ectafoole]

here are some of the many short pitches I have made for Caves of Qud Patreon bonus pets that have not (yet) been selected for implementation:

the greasemother: a pile of wailing ooze spawned in the Heptagon Underkitchens

Clem: a warped shard of Tzimtzlum populates itself across your journey

spiny dancer: pretty pointy perilous pirouetting pal

five bats: in search of a lost count, but they found you

Lil Fun Gal: the pet who occupies an arm slot

Fire-on-Asphalt: a wingless, smaller variant of the dawnglider kept by Northern Issachari (approved, chosen, and written)

Ooh-EEE-ee: baboon girl thats her (written)

a ghostly hart, ever at the corner of your vision: he won’t let you get close, yet your enemies lie dead (adapted to a later pitch)

Tlepolemus: we thought he was a goner, but the ray cat came back

Daruel: an enthusiastic stray hyrkhound, ‘drooly’ for short

Cht-tst: luminous butterfly wings keep her aloft betwixt waking and dream

a floating crystalline octahedron: 🔷 (written)

commemorative sultan automaton: handmade in the 2nd century AR by a collective of hermit artisans

[moonbiscuitsims]

Juana Iris, spellcaster and gemologist (backstory)

Juana is an apprentice spellcaster and aspiring gemologist. She moved in her Grandmothers old home in Willow Creek after she sadly passed, which she's made her own. Her grandmother introduced her to crystals at a young age, as they're very common in Willow Creek, and they fascinated her, and she also told her of legends of spellcasters. In one of her old journals during her move in, she found out how to access the magical realm and couldn't believe it was all true. Unfortunately she is neither a good spellcaster yet nor a competent gemologist, as tends to find only fossils which are actually valuable and great for paying the bills or buying supplies, but to her they just look like junk. She sells them to get money to buy crystals in the realm of magic, but really feels like she should find her own to have more connection with them. She works extra hard improving her skills and studying magic, as well as spending many hours digging for crystals. She hopes to one day fill all her cabinets with beautiful cut or uncut gems and handmade jewellery, and down the line sell them or even open her own store to sell crystals and potions. Juana has no other family and gets lonely sometimes but she wants to get a cat familiar soon to keep her company once she can stabilise her career. She travels to the magical realm quite often, to spend time at the academy meeting other spellcasters. Her mentor is Simeon but aside from granting her access to magic he doesn't teach her much. She is quite moody and tends to get a bit depressed, especially during the day, she likes sleeping a lot during the light hours, as she's a night owl. She only goes out during the day to collect gems with better light for a few hours, which makes her quite uncomfortable, her skin is very delicate to the sun and it makes her feel moodier. That's something she loves about the magical realm, it isn't too bright even during the day. She'd like to find a cave nearby where she can mine for crystals in a darker cooler setting. She also talks to all her plants, mainly her mushrooms every morning before bed and every evening when she wakes. Her garden is haunted by little spirits which scared her at first, one of the reasons she wasn't sure about living here, but she is getting used to them. Other hobbies of hers include looking through her telescope, watching horror movies and making japanese food.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

The Holiday Spirit- B.Barnes

Summary: Bucky never seemed to have a reason to enjoy the holiday season, that was until he found a box of abandoned kittens.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (Not very)grumpy!Bucky, abandoned cats, brief mention of death

Author’s Note: Welcome to day 1 of my attempt at writing holiday themed fics until Christmas! I don’t know how far I will end up going but we shall see. I am a college student so the next 2 weeks for me are very busy, but I will try my hardest to stick to my plan. My asks are open if you want to ask me any questions or if you have some feedback/suggestions, they are always welcomed. I hope you enjoy!

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Some people love the holiday season, it's a time of year where everyone is happy and celebrating with friends and family. Other’s, however, hate the holiday season, these people are usually eternally grumpy. Sometimes, these two people are in a relationship, for example, Y/N, who loves the holiday season, and Bucky, who hates the holiday season.

Bucky hated the holidays because he spent 90 years not celebrating it, so why start now? Y/N loved it because she loved making the people around her happy, whether that be baking, decorating with friends/loved ones, giving them heartfelt or handmade gifts. She was determined to make Bucky enjoy the holidays. She did that by making older recipes from the 30s and 40s, giving him a first edition of J.R.R Tolkien’s “The Hobbit” and she even made him a thick blanket knowing that after a nightmare he usually wakes up freezing.

She was making a little bit of progress but of course he was still a grump. However, that all changed over the span of a day and a half. It was cold, snowy, so Bucky was walking back to the tower from the store. Y/N had asked him to pick her up some more ingredients for her constant baking, he willingly went because her puppy-dog eyes made him cave the second he saw them.

As he was walking back, trekking his way through the snow, he heard a faint but consistent meowing coming from an alleyway. Bucky always had a soft spot for animals, especially cats, so he was quick to try to find the crying cat. He followed the sound which led him to a soaking wet cardboard box next to a dumpster. Inside held half a dozen kittens, 4 of them were weak but the one that was causing all the ruckus had the most strength, however there was another right next to her a little weaker but still stronger than the rest. 

When he got up to his and Y/N’s floor, she was waiting by the elevator for him. “What’s in the box, honey?” She asked before kissing him sweetly. Before he could answer, the strongest kitten, a white little ball of fur, let out a long and loud meow. 

“I found them in an alleyway. Do we have tuna? Can you start a fire? They’re freezing,” Bucky rattled off.

“I have a fire going already, I can make some tuna. How many are there? I only hear the one.” Bucky opened the top of the box revealing the 6 kittens. The white kitten crawled her way out of the box, the black kitten following suit, the other 4 only twitching every few seconds.

“We need to warm them up. Put the box in front of the fire, give me one kitten at a time and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I am so happy you are a vet tech. Take this little guy first, he’s not moving as much as the others.” Bucky handed her an orange kitten before bringing the box over by the fire. He sat next to the box, running his fingers over the kittens heads, trying to keep them stimulated. The lone white kitten who crawled out of the box had found her way into his lap, snuggling herself up against his stomach, the black one finding her way closer to the warmth of the fire.

Y/N brought the orange kitten back, instructing Bucky to keep him stimulated by petting him and lightly rocking him. They kept changing off the kittens, eventually having to call in reinforcements. Steve, Natasha and Sam were all with Bucky keeping the kittens stimulated. Soon enough the other 5 kittens started to find their voices and began stumbling around in the box.

She had sent Sam to the pet store to pick up some food, toys, litter and litter boxes, practically shoving the man towards the elevator. Nat and Steve left eventually, leaving the couple to deal with the litter of kittens. “We have to name them,” Y/N piped up after a few minutes of silence between the couple, the only sound was the meowing of the kittens and the crackling fire.

“I already know that this little baby is Alpine. As soon as I saw her that’s what came to mind,” Bucky smiled down at the white kitten in his lap. They went about naming all of the kittens and waited through the night with them. If they made it through the night they were in the clear.

By the next morning there were only two kittens left, they were the strongest two to begin with so they had a greater chance of survival. Little Alpine and her polar opposite sister whom Y/N had promptly named Salem. She had a few errands to run before going to the animal clinic so she left Bucky alone with the cats. That usually meant trouble but for once, Bucky hadn’t gotten himself in trouble. Instead he made his way to the pet store, both of the kittens tucked under his jacket, to get some supplies. He ended up purchasing a huge cat tree, cat beds, food, treats, toys, bowls, a water bubbler and then he bought a surprise that Y/N would have to see when she got home.

As he waited for his girl to arrive back home, he set up the cat tree, got the bowls filled and put out, got the water bubbler going, set the cat beds in their bedroom and put on the surprise he had for Y/N before taking a few of the toys and playing with the cats. After a few hours, she had finally returned home, seeming more tired than usual, nearly crashing as soon as she got out of the elevator.

“You look so tired my love! I can run you a nice warm bath and make you some dinner, does that sound okay?” Bucky immediately offered, quite literally sweeping her off her feet and right into his arms. He began walking to their bedroom, setting her on their bed once he entered.

“That would be amazing, honey. Thank you. I barely slept last night,” She yawned promptly after finishing her sentence.

“I bet, let me go get that bath running for you, just relax for a few minutes, okay?” She just hummed, laying back on the bed, dozing off as she heard the faucet running in the bathroom. She was startled, however, when she heard the tinkling of bells approaching her, then a sudden weight on her lap and her stomach. She opened her eyes and looked down only to find the two cats curled up on her. She started giggling when she saw what they were wearing.

The two kittens were dressed as little elves, hat and all. The hats had little bells on the end of them that jingled when they moved. Bucky had heard her giggling so he peaked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to see that the cats were snuggling with her in their brand new outfits. “I guess this is what you did today?” She teased the man.

“It was an effort trying to get them in those outfits. But I also got a cat tree, some beds, toys, y’know the necessities.” Bucky’s face was bright red but he didn’t mind, he just loved to hear his girl laugh, whether it was at him or the stupid little outfits he put the cats in. He made his way to the bed, plopping himself down by her legs and going back and forth between the cats, petting them gently.

“Seems like you’re in the Christmas spirit.”

“I guess I have some reasons to get into it.”

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Lighthearted Goodbyes (pt.3)

Gamatoto says goodbye to one of his longest expedition helpers.

Elmo kept staring at the ground. He knew this was going to happen. He saw all his friends leave due to spacing issues. He never knew it would come this soon.

"It's how the cookie crumbles, buddy. You'll leave around dinner time. Please try to pack up soon."

Gamatoto left a sniffling Elmo to gather his belongings. Everyone felt terribly bad while Derp full on cried. Tiny Peggy tugged on his uniform shirt.

"Can't we do something for him, Mister Gamatoto?"

Gamatoto pondered. He can't just let his best intern go like that! Slowly, a plan started to form. His confidence returning bit by bit, he declared his grand plan. Everyone was going to throw Elmo a suprise goodbye party!

"Alrighty folks! We have tons of work to do! Lets get it rolling before lunch!"

"YES SIR!"

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Elmo finished tucking up his bedroll with his blankets. He sighed, looking through old photos with his fellow campers. Gamatoto playing god at a childrens birthday party, Derp joining a ritual in Jizo's Moving Castle, recruiting Peggy... it just won't be the same. He went to go put his stuff outside to prepare for dismissal.

Instead, Elmo was met with colorful streamers and a giant banner hung from two trees. "GOODBYE ELMO" was written by Rocky, the best writer at camp, in puffy yellow writing. Ladders and props were adorned over the camp, courtesy of Ototo's development group. Elmo was shocked.

Soon the glum from the morning was washed away by fun activities! Pin the tail on the Doge, Guess the Cat Unit, Hide and Seek, and a suprise visit from Showoff Cat! They ate yummy Cat Food sandwhiches with tuna spread. Elmo didn't want this day to end.

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Sadly, it did. Everyone lined up to give Elmo a souvenir. To remember the fun times.

Augustus gave Elmo a pretty crystal he found in some caves. It glows with green energy.

Rocky gave Elmo a drawing of the two playing with beetles. He wishes they would meet next summer.

Pete gave Elmo a collection of marbles with yellow swirls and blue twirls. Very mesmerising.

Yuta gave Elmo a carrot for vitamins. Elmo liked the taste of them when sautéed.

Sophie gave Elmo a handmade bracelet for their shortlived friendship. She thanks him for saving her.

Lily gave Elmo a pretty flower she found on a frog. The browning color resembles the bronze of his hat.

Noah gave Elmo a slingshot. Just in case he needed to hit something down.

Morty gave Elmo some sea sand for good luck. Came from the future, he says.

Peggy gave Elmo a kiss on the cheek to confess her love for him. She had a crush on him for quite a while.

Derp gave Elmo a picture frame that had a group photo of everyone. All his friends signed it with Gamatoto, Derp did a little squiggle instead.

Last but not least, Gamatoto gave him a notepad to document his own adventures. Elmo always wanted to be his own Gamatoto.

"When we meet again, you can tell me all about your journeys alright?"

"Got it. Thank you Gamatoto. Thank you everyone!"

Everyone lined up at Gamatoto's whistle. They took off their caps and bowed. Gamatoto saluted. Elmo saluted back.

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As Elmo loaded up his things into his van, he remembered when Gamatoto found him. Lost in some field, he could remember when his warm mentor's paw helped him up. Goodbyes were always the hardest because he never thought about it.

"Hello Elmo."

Elmo jumped in suprise. A tall cat with gagets and gears greeted him. A couple engineers surrounded him.

"Say, we do have some space open at the eevelopement team. You could stay for a project before finally leaving. We aren't all that far either so you can visit if you want. Are you up for that?"

Ototo extended his paw, his other paw holding a wrench. The other engineers were brimming with excitement. Elmo's smile grew wide.

"Its a yes yes YES!"

He hugged Ototo, the leader chuckling and hugging him back. The helpers all joined in on the hug.

Maybe he didn't have to say goodbye just yet.

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//First story done! Woohoo! What a happy ending, huh? This was based off my actual Gamatoto helpers. The only difference was that Elmo actually went home instead of going to Ototo. Let me know what you think!//

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Dreaming through Instagram

I look at pictures of green scenery. Lush forests and caves and jungles. Pictures of temples, glistening with red and gold, offerings laid out neatly on a tableclothed table. Marzia uploaded. Her outfit is cute, dainty, and colorful. Her bright smile shines as she's surrounded by tiny dogs and her baby wriggles in her arms. The next few pictures are full of flowers, garden paths and gnomes, vintage toys, and handmade sculptures. Everything radiates love. Someone else uploaded their adventure to a small café that serves cappuccinos adorned with cute cats of foam and sweet decorations. I scroll to see a video of a girl studying in her cozy room, her desk littered with stationery. Highlighters you've never seen before, pens and pencils of the highest quality, little charms and figures looking over her on the shelves. I'm inspired. I'm happy. This is a life I want. I beam staring at my phone behind my office desk. I'm almost there.

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basics.

NAME. aurora springsparkle. AGE. 39. GENDER. cis female. SEXUALITY. bisexual. polyam.

physical.

EYES. light green and light blue. COMPLEXION. tan and rosey. RACE. half-elf. FACE CLAIM. hannah dodd. DISTINGUISHED FEATURES. her soft smile, her gentle eyes. she has vine tattoos on her forehead, and neck. HEIGHT. 5'5

personality.

LIKES. nature, cats, the color blue, caves, pleasant conversations, meeting new people, braids, handmade objects, exploring, adventuring, singing. DISLIKES. responsibilities, mean comments, the destruction of nature, unnecesary fights, her friends being hurt, untrustworthy people. POSITIVE TRAITS. caring, loyal, sweet, benevolent, compassionate, sociable. NEGATIVE TRAITS. aloof, easily distracted, too trusting, indecisive, sensitive, emotional, excitable.

more.

CLASS. druid, circle of the land. ABILITIES. she has the ability to shift shape and channel nature to create spells. BACKGROUND. she has a noble background, she is a runaway from an elvish noble family.

bio.

born into an elvish noble family, aurora was raised as a noble for the vast portion of her childhood. and ever since she could, she reached out and connected with nature. there was an attempt to marry aurora off and she completely detested the idea that she was being used by her family like this. she escaped her home and everything she was used to. aurora was found then by a group of druids, who had no groove but were traveling, and this is where aurora found out that her connection to nature was more than just a simple fascination, she began her training as a druid and in her group's traditions she was sent off to begin her own adventures. during her travels she met val, the paladin drow, and they became companions and eventually best friends. she is glad to have someone in her side, and who seems to have grown fond of..a certain genuinity that was not seen in her times as a noble. during on of their adventures, they got kidnapped and tadpoled.

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