#heedingcalls

[champagneandcaviar]

@heedingcalls continued

Ratigan's eyes stared almost lustfully over his half-moon glasses, his head resting delicately on his hand with his finger raised. Staring over the desk to her placement on the cushions by the fire.

Her assumptions were just about right but honestly... There WAS something new today. Something that heated his very core. The way the light from the fire hit her white fur JUST right, it was almost like she was bedevilled, luring and tempting him and he was gladly captivated by it.

"Where would I start, my dear?" He muttered, pulling his hand away and rising from his seat. "Should I begin with your eyes? How beautifully dangerous they are when you look at me?... Perhaps your complexion and its delicate perfections? Your nose and its precious wiggles and tone?" He was practically looming over her now.

"Or maybe its your voice...." His finger lowered, brushing over her cheek and then to her chin, lifting it up softly. "The many ways you tempt me my Songbird..."

[wolfpackmuses]

@heedingcalls asked: "‘ i can handle that myself, you know. ‘ kitty to steele because she WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE TO SEND HIM SOMETHING"

From: Prompts for people who aren't used to kindness || Accepting!

Steele paused momentarily to turn his head to look back toward her and gave the ever-smallest tilt of his head. He didn't say anything right away or anything, but it had caught him off-guard briefly, as he was in the middle of helping her move some stuff into her dressing room for a performance she had planned for that night. Steele and Kitty had an... interesting relationship. It seemed both of them couldn't get enough of one another and he still was trying to sort out the best way to fully express his feelings for her.

He still really hadn't come up with the best idea on how to do that, but he had some plans that he wanted to do. The first part of that was for him to finally take her on that date he had promised her. He had been meaning to do it sooner, but he just kept forgetting how busy both of them seemed to be. He kicked himself frequently because he wanted to go and make it official, but he just didn't think telling her out of the blue was the best option. Again, hence why he wanted to have their date first.

But, that was something for later. Right now, he was just trying to help her get settled. And after her comment, he wasn't sure if she wanted the help. So, as a result, he decided he'd play a little bit of a ruse on her. Not anything bad, but just some small things to tease her.

❝Oh? I'm sure the next thing you're going to say is that you don't want me to watch your show either tonight... or to come visit you after you're done,❞ he remarked with an exaggerated sigh as he turned to walk back toward her, ❝I know there can be so many things you can handle yourself, however...❞

The hound got down on a knee to be at eye level with her and gave her a soft smile. A genuine one, one that he rarely seemed to show unless it was around her. God, the fact he hadn't even said anything about his crush and love for her yet was picking away at him and he hated it.

❝But I'm still going to be more than happy to help you out whenever you need it. After all... how could I not do that for my favorite performer?❞ he asked with a chuckle, ❝After all... I've grown to like you... quite a bit. More than that...❞

He sighed and he closed his eyes momentarily. Did he really want to confess this now? Was it the right time? A lot of questions were racing through his mind but before he could even process them all, words spilled from his mouth. It seemed... his heart was speaking for him this time.

❝I... I think I've fallen in love with you, Kitty. I... don't know how to express it, but I had wanted to do it on the date and well...❞ Yeah. Cat was out of the bag now.

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

For @heedingcalls - Miss Kitty

It's been quite some time since he visited Miss Kitty. Rick's not a man who has been the best at contact with anyone in... Well, general. Some folks took it better than others--it depended on the person and the relationship.

He sent a shrank down letter to meet up with her away from the rest of mouse civilization. Again--not to freak anyone out. And... If he really wanted to mingle with that society, he'd turn himself into a mouse. ...An idea for a later time.

For now, he waits, sitting down on the ground outside of a shop, out of the way of folks and most people with it being late.

He's not sure if she'd show up or not, but time will tell.

[idyllicserendipity]

A drawing of your HH or HB muse (Mutuals only!)

@heedingcalls ❤️💕

[dramatiique]

@heedingcalls

What could he say about Ewen High School? Not much, honestly. It was the same as any other school he'd attended throughout America, and that wasn't exactly a good thing. Chamberlain itself was interesting; it was one of those small towns where everyone seemed to be all up in each other's business, treating outsiders with a suspicious eye. At least, that's what it felt like to JD.

Currently, he was stood in the school grounds, back against a wall as he snuck a quick cigarette while getting a lay of the land. After just a few days of being here, he'd already decided who he didn't like. It was always the same type of people no matter what school he attended — the spoiled little princesses who thought themselves better than everyone just because their daddies never learned to say no. Then there was the jock types who strut around as if they owned the place, their egos far bigger than the pea-sized brain they often struggled to use. And then came all the people who supported such types, unwilling to stand against the bullies for fear they'd paint a huge target on their back, advertising themselves as the next victim.

There was a small crowd gathering nearby, surrounding something that JD couldn't see. However, the laughing and jeering reached his ears and he rolled his eyes at how predictable it all was — this was just the atmosphere of high school. It was now considered the norm and no faculty members would do a damn thing to stop it.

He watched for a moment longer, wondering who was caught in the middle of it all. Part of him wanted to wait and see if the victim would stand up for themselves — a harsh lesson he'd learned through experiences similar to this — but he also wanted to step in and defend the person so that they had someone in their corner.

However, when he pushed away from the wall and stubbed out his cigarette, the bullies appeared to grow bored with the situation and sashayed off, led by a stuck-up looking girl. As expected, the onlookers were quick to take their leave as well, snippets of their conversations drifting over to JD— something about a "scary white", whatever that meant. Looks were also cast his way as he neared the figure hunched on the ground. He couldn't catch a glimpse of the girl's face, her blonde hair hiding it from view.

"It appears assholery is in abundance here," He commented as he crouched to her level, making himself look more approachable despite his all-black clothing. "You need a hand getting up?"

[flxshy]

@heedingcalls ( x )

How had he got himself captured again? Wasn't he supposed to be slippery? Something he had prided himself on and bragged to Asmodeus that he was. It was his reasoning for being able to get out of the castle once in awhile.

"Ah- come on you act like you know me.... Striker was it?"

The jester squirms to at least see the hired hitman. A sneer on his face at the friendly words of the serpent.

"Why on satan's hell would I be sick of you? Not the fact that you tied my ass up when I was on a lube run!"

Of course that was a lie, he was getting milk. Not that he needed to know that. Clearly there was something about sexual jokes that threw the assassin off his game.

"What's on your mind mate?"

[scrivellc]

She knows she’s late and she knows it’s lame. But, Holli had a little gift for the dentist. She clears her throat, pushing a facade of coolness. She smiles and tosses a little black bag at him. “I know you probably got a hundred of these but I saw it and thought of you.” Inside the bag is a metal component, about 3-4 inches long. It’s silver but brushed darker, aged but clean. Even with its plainness, it still glints in the light, especially when opened. The lighter is heavy and durable. The inside has a wick and lighter component, freshly changed out and filled with fluid for its use.

“Thought you’d look a lot cooler with something notable to light your cigs than just one of those breakable shits.” And the letters D.D.S are engraved into its metal. THAT was just for him. She steps awkwardly and shrugs. “Merry late Christmas. Or whatever. Sorry if it’s stupid.” (Holli said Orin gets a thing)

@heedingcalls

Orin was glad the holidays were over, and he was ready to get on with the rest of the year. He hardly acknowledged them let alone celebrated, so it was that much more surprising when a gift fell into his lap. And a gift from Holli at that. Sure, he spoiled her plenty throughout the year and was perfectly happy to do so, but up until this point they hadn't really done any sorta holiday specific stuff. That was more for people who were properly dating as opposed to....well, maybe they were dating, but neither of them seemed interested on defining their whole situation. Though with the gift being belated, Orin found it much more appropriate and much more like them. "It's not stupid at all, Holli," he said, still looking down at the lighter in his hand, running his thumb over the engraving. It had definitely not come like that, and the dawning realization that Holli had taken the time not just to get a gift for him but to get it personalized as well. She may have been acting cool, but even Orin could tell this had taken some effort and care on her part. "It's real sweet actually. Guess you must like me a little?" he asked, the soft smile on his face broadening to more of a playful grin. "I'll have to spoil you extra."

[gethellbcnt-m]

@heedingcalls ♥'d for stella !

❝ that bastard has me doing all the planning for Via's birthday, and he suddenly has other plans ?! fucking typical ! ❞

[shadowzgather]

"You'd be surprised how often horses come up in my line of work."

[champagneandcaviar]

🎶 Ratigan + Miss Kitty!

SEND '🎶' + A SHIP AND I'LL CHOOSE A SONG BASED OFF:

Their main song: The Piano Duet: Corpse Bride

The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: I will be there: The Count of Monte Cristo

A Song to play in the background of a battle: Past the Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera

The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: Love Duet: Swan Lake

The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: Maybe: Ink Spots

The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: Evermore: Beauty and the Beast

The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: Not sorry for loving you: EPIC

The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: Killing me Softly with her song: Perry Como

@heedingcalls

[gctchell]

@heedingcalls said: striker : nothing will end well for me here. why is there not an option to just LEAVE?

"Because that would lead to no monetary gain for you, now would it?" Click went the fine china on the saucer, snowflakes flitting about beneath its porcelain. "I've paid you handsomely, haven't I? Isn't that worth some positive choice?"

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

🚢 I need… Kitty and Rick. For reasons. For science.

Ship Ask Meme | Accepting | @heedingcalls

do i ship our characters together?: YES | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: ALREADY AM | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) I like plotting with you and then just throwing stuff at you for whatever hits. By all means if you ever wanna send in asks when you're away, I'll write to them--

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know: Yeah they're one of my favorites. I don't see Rick marrying many folks but I think Miss Kitty could be an exception. We've seen Rick in love in various states. Whether or not him and Miss Kitty would stay together long term? I'm not sure! But if they ever broke it off I can foresee them still being friends with one another.

Also I love their size difference and the fact that Rick CAN make her his size if he wants to. It scratches an itch in my brain. Still waiting for the day that Rick brings home a tiny mouse woman to show the Smiths and Jerry is disgruntled seeing him hold her in his hand. And the family has to put up with another person in the house who ISN'T NORMAL LOOKING.

[pocketfullofvoices]

@heedingcalls for Kitty!

Blacksad isn't too sure what to think of the daring Miss Kitty. In the short time that he's known the woman, she's provided nothing but a peculiar and charming friendliness. In his experience, it wasn't uncommon to carry conversations or company with women with such an allure but Blacksad isn't positive if her intentions are with bad or bad intent.

'It could be a game of fun.' Which Blacksad didn't mind as he is no amateur to the casual one night stand. He doubts he could hurt the little lady's feelings, who seemed to carry a firm head on her shoulders when it came to her wants and feelings. Blacksad likes that in a woman… when it's not misdirected in a destructive manner against him.

The feline wanted this 'date' to be casual. To leave enough elbow room that if the mademoiselle wanted to make a hasty retreat, it wouldn't be a dent in their pockets or their pride. Blacksad isn't rich, but he makes due with what he can afford, though he isn't sure of Kitty's backstory of her financial history. With how exceedingly well dressed Kitty is around Blacksad…. he figures she makes more than enough to keep it so.

The café in choice is rather small and private. The detective had seen the little bistro in this area of the city during a few of his cases but hadn't bothered to stop by, truthfully not having the time to venture in. At least Blacksad knows the slum of the city doesn't linger close by nor is the crime in the area a threat to worry about. It isn't perfect but Blacksad has a hunch that Kitty isn't the type of woman to worry about perfection when it comes to good company such as himself.

As Blacksad opens the door for the petite mouse, his ears and nose are hit with the sweet scent of baked goods and savory rich coffee in the air. The warmth in the café is welcomed too, as the tuxedo cat detective went without his iconic trench coat tonight, sticking with his dark green suit and a red tie.

Luck is on Blacksad's side, as the café seemed to have an ambience that reminded him of those posh restaurants that served lavish European meals.

Music can be heard playing in the background, adding to the atmosphere, Blacksad taking note of what was playing to be the familiar 'Moonglow', a jazz classic. The place didn't smell of tobacco lingering in the furniture nor was the table at the booth he had chosen for the himself and Miss Kitty colored in water stains.

Ordering a simple cup of black coffee, Blacksad's dark eyes glance over to Kitty, then to his coffee. A small smile curling up on his broad face, testing the waters as he begins a conversation.

"I wasn't sure if you were the kinda woman who drinks coffee." Not everyone drank coffee as black as he did but Blacksad is pretty sure this place sold other options. "I'm guessing your tastes steer towards milk and tea. Not that I have a problem with tea… now milk? You couldn't get me to touch the stuff."

[captainseamech]

//SUMMEER

[musemelodies]

Holli is rooting around in her purse, barely looking up as she nears the wolf. She greets him with a gentle bump of her hip, distracted by the maze of crap in her handbag. “Hey— Bee. I’m out of my good stuff— dammit.” She sighs and seems to give up, pointedly directing her gaze up to his. “I can only get my booze and smokes on the skeevy section of toon town. Wanna come with to run off the creeps? I’ll get ya a pack of bacon. Promise.”

"Mmm..."

While Holli was digging through her purse, Big Bad was finishing off a bag of beef jerky, returning the hip bump before plunking on a chair that was meant for Gaston. Had his name sewn on the back and all that, but he didn't care. Not in the least. Once he had gotten the last of the crumbs, Big Bad tossed the bag aside, (hitting some gnome from Babes in the Woods in the back of the head), suddenly sitting up at the mention of bacon.

"YEAH, I DO! LET'S GO, BABY!"

[scrivellc]

@heedingcalls Cont'd from HERE

❛  What? You wanted to fill out the whole thing and just decided to not make it so obvious? It’s like I made you in a lab, baby. ❜

"I figured I'd leave a little room for other guys to think they had a chance so I could then crush their hopes when they realize there'll never be anyone better for you than me. I'm all yours, baby-doll."