#if there's a next i want to make the next kitty a calico cat

[enviousbug2]

Give me three kitties...

ignoring the fact it took me months to get to this; mhin acquires a third kitty!!

a link to my other two posts on this mini-series since it really has been that long:

one kitty

two kitty

[forsworned]

˗ˏˋcrazy cat lady ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ something about simon and cats is just really pullin at my heart strings tn, for @chamomiletealeaf bc she wanted more :)

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋrequests are openˎˊ˗

"God, not again."

Simon groaned, as he caught her feeding the alley cats. That piqued Johnny's interest as he walked into the living room area where Simon was standing. He peeked over his shoulder and saw her open a can of tuna-salmon wet food and tipped it into the bowls that she "sneakily" set outside. The alley cats all surprisingly patient as they sat with tails tucked around their forms.

"Well 'll be damned, she's got 'em trained." Kyle's voice interjected, making Johnny jump a little but his grin grew as he folded his arms. Simon only shook his head.

"Ahh, how sweet." Price popped his head in and his gaze was tender as he laid his eyes on her. His once furrowed brows relaxed at the sight of her petting one of the cats heads' as it headbutted her palm and let her glide over its spine to the tip of its tail. Another rubbing itself against her thigh and a third prancing around her as it lightly brushed its black, bushy tail around her waist.

"Jus' admit it, L.t., 's cute." Johnny nudged Simon with a good natured grin. Simon leered at him for a moment before returning his attention to witness her gawking up at them doe-eyed and caught redhanded. Her lips curled into a charming, girlish grin that was enough to make any mans heart stop. She raised her hand to wave at them and they all chuckled, peering down at her with endearing expressions, well, minus Simon.

He felt his temple twitch as he attempted to glare at her, but even he wasn't impervious to her invisible shackles that she placed around his wrists years ago. His jaw ticked as he walked away from the window, leaving the guys behind to adore her coquettish behaviorisms, mumbling something about her being a 'crazy cat lady'.

"C'mere, y'lil cunt."

He growled, at the skittish calico kitten that refused to come out from behind the rubbish bin. He was growing more impatient by the moment, cursing himself for not having more of a natural disney princess touch the way [name] did with animals, specifically felines. A sharp exhale leaves his nose as he palmed his face. It had been fifteen freakin' minutes since he had decided to walk out in the chilly February night air with a can of cat food to lure out one of the kitties that he had saw her feeding earlier. Frustrating was simply an understatement.

A girlish giggle was heard behind him and his body went rigid.

Bloody fuckin' hell.

"Feedin' that damn cat again, weren't ya?" She mimicked his deep, gravelly Manchester accent. As atrocious as it was, he couldn't help but chuckle at her impersonation of him.

"Startin' to sound like a cunt, aren't I?" He retorted. It was a pleasant, lighthearted banter. She chuckled as she crouched beside his towering figure, and made a kissing noise while rubbing his fingers together at the calico and the kitty meowed in delight as she* trotted over to her and welcomed her pets.

*calicos are almost always female

"You gotta make yourself less menacing, Si. Crouch." It was a gentle command as she continued to lovingly stroke the cat. He sighed as he mimicked her position and glanced over at her to wait for her next instruction. "Go on."

She urged him to repeat her exact gestures. He surveyed the way the calico rubbed against her in envy. She could feel his green little monster eyes on her and it made her lips twitch into a smug smile. "Don't got all night, Si."

He narrowed his eyes at her before--reluctantly--repeating her kissing noises and rubbing motion with his fingers at the calico and she meows at him and quickly rushes over to his hand. Simon's eyes immediately softened at the contact. Warm, pure and loving. There was nothing like the little gesture of a kitten welcoming little pets on the forehead as they rubbed their fluffy cheeks against his fingers, down their spine to the tip of their tail. A relieved sigh emitted from his lips and [name] giggled.

He peered up at her for a moment before looking back down to see a black kitten had joined their little party around the opposite side of his leg, rubbing its pink nose against his thigh. Although it was remarkably menial, Simon's mask had arched upwards, indicating that he was indeed smiling. Another chuckle escaped from her as she relished in the rare sight. Simon petting alley cats he was always complaining about to the guys that [name] would bring around due to her sweet-natured behavior that wouldn't allow her heart to just let these animals to just be restive pests that ransacked their waste bins? Unheard of.

"They're just like you." She mused, as she continued to pet the calico. She laughed knowing that he was raising a curious brow at her, waiting for her to continue before she spoke up again. "Skittish as hell."

A short silence.

"Thinkin' they were more like you." He spoke up, still petting the black kitten. She turned to him waiting for a irascible remark, but he peered up at her with a tender gaze as he lifted his free hand to gently pinch her cheek. "Cute as hell."

Her eyes reamed at his words and his adoring touch. Her heart soared in her chest and she couldn't help the way her lips simpered and the way her cheeks warmed pleasantly. A syrupy sweet moment that she was already etching into her brain, and Kyle was capturing forever in his phone as Price and Johnny snickered, beholding the saccharine and cushy side of Simon that came out more and more around her.

"Send this to me." Johnny crowed, with a wolfish grin.

"Ditto." Price bit back his low chuckle but it slipped when he saw the way [name] leaned her head against Simon's shoulder and he didn't even take a beat before he carded his fingers though her hair.

"Fuckin' hell." Kyle's shoulder's were shaking as he muffled the pure joy running through his system. It was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

[snoopyhq]

TYPE: Viktor x GN Reader

GENRE: Fluff

SCENARIO: Adopting a cat with Viktor <3

WORD COUNT: 797

SETTING: Modern day, essentially

A/N: Hi chat! So first post here for this silly little sideblog of mine, hehe. First time writing an x reader too, lowkey kinda nervy. This is very much a self-indulgent, impulsive 1 AM kind of work, so I hope you enjoy, Viktor Nation ⚙️💛 Requests are open! I pretty much will write whatever, within reason, so go wild <3 :3

BONUS! Picture of my kitty Delilah at the end <3 !!! I love her :3

“Are you excited? I am,” you said, killing the engine.

“Me too. Whichever we decide on, I know we’ll both love the creature,” Viktor replied.

In front of you was a quaint building tucked between two other shops in Uptown Square. It was the same building you both had been wanting to visit for quite a while, and today was the day.

The two of you have been talking about potentially adopting an animal, and now that life has fallen into a livable routine within your apartment, it was time to make the crucial decision.

You both quickly figured you were cat people, and it was easy to agree on going to the one of local cat cafés to meet your future pet. Piltover Paws had a section in their website that showcased which cats were available for adoption, as well as brief descriptions of each one.

Lovey, a beautiful black-and-white kitten, had immediately caught your attention. Viktor, on the other hand, was drawn to Prism, a calico with a missing eye.

Even then, you were both open-minded to see how all the cats would intersect with you both.

The café staff were kind in their greetings. After rules were explained, you two were led to the cat room, which was separate from the café area. A chorus of curious meows immediately greeted you, and there were a couple other people who had booked the hour there too.

Viktor sat on one of the many plush couches scattered around the room, and you went off to mingle with some of the cats in the play area.

All the kitties were wonderful. You tried to remember which was which based on the photos you saw on the sight. Lovey, of course, had you wrapped around her paws immediately. Her purrs and chirps melted your heart, and as she batted at the toy you held out for her, you looked up at Viktor. He met your eyes and smiled softly. The sight of you melting over such an adorable critter would be one of his favorites for the rest of his days.

While you kept busy with Lovey, Viktor was observing Prism. The calico was hiding in a corner, away from the other cats. He was clearly shy, and nervous to approach. So Viktor waited. His patience proved fruitful, because Prism had slowly begun emerging, curiously sniffing at Viktor’s cane. He laughed to himself, letting the feline acquaint itself with him.

“Good kitty,” he whispered.

Slowly, he reached out his head towards Prism’s right side.

“You’re like a little puzzle piece of me,” he murmured. Prism allowed Viktor to gently pet him. His fur was soft as can be, his good eye closing halfway in contentment.

Soon, Prism had decided Viktor’s lap made the perfect napping spot. He was stuck to his seat, but he didn’t mind. When you walked over with Lovey trailing behind you and weaving in between your legs (the little troublemaker), a mutual agreement passed. You had to adopt both these kitties.

The application was filled out. The team explained they would be in contact with you two shortly to go over some general housekeeping and to ensure your home would be suitable for the cats.

The date was set.

You went home and began waiting with bated breath. While Viktor went to his study, you decided to pass some time to read some more of a recent novel you’d checked out.

It was around 6:30 when the call came through. Ten minutes conversing with the volunteer, and your adoptions were approved! You could come pick Lovey and Prism up anytime between 9:00 and 3:00 tomorrow, and you were eager to get there quickly.

By 9:30 the next morning, you two were well on your way home with the two new additions to your growing household. Prism remained quiet in his carrier, while Lovey chittered at every corner, much to your and Viktor’s amusement.

“Talkative, isn’t she?” he inquired.

“It was in one of her descriptions. Glad to see it’s true outside the café,” you answered.

“Much like you,” he teased. That earned him an annoyed huff, but the affection in your eyes dispelled any actual grievance.

“They’ll do well adjusting,” you said after a while.

The city was behind you now, the sounds of Piltover fading away. The carriers were set down and slowly opened.

Viktor watched Lovely immediately went sniffing around the living room, ducking beneath the couch. Prism slowly followed suit, making it a few steps before finding his way back to Viktor, nudging at his leg.

“I think they will,” he nodded, leaning down to pet him. “They’ll look lovely in future postcards, wouldn’t you agree?”

You couldn’t help but snicker at the thought. Holiday cards to Jayce and Heimerdinger, and any other friends, with photos of your cats in holiday gear and cheer? It was perfect.

“Absolutely.”

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here she is! my little diva 💜

[archangeldyke-all]

okay i’ve seen people talk about werewolf sevika but what about werecat sevika like she gives off such cat vibes she’s an introvert who so would love sitting by her window or on her porch watching things also i’ve always headcanoned that she literally purrs when you scratch her head so werecat sev just makes sense to me

YES i fucking LOVE THIS

this is what i think sevika would look like in cat form btw hehehehehe (send me cats u think sevika would look like too! i want to see all ur ideas)

men and minors dni

it all starts with a loose lab-cat. singed had pumped the thing with shimmer and underestimated its strength. he returned to the lab the next morning to a broken glass cage, quickly followed by hissing and hollering coming from the bar.

sevika stepped on the cat's tail where it had been sleeping beneath a table. in return, the cat sunk it's claws into sevika's calf-- four deep scratches running down her leg-- dripping half blood red, half shimmer pink.

singed told her she'd be okay.

he told her to go home and sleep it off and that she'd be fine.

singed is a fucking liar.

the next full moon, sevika turns into a cat.

not a panther, or a lion, or a fucking tiger or something cool. a fucking house cat. and a tiny one too.

she didn't tell anyone. who could she tell? singed would just try to strap her to a lab table and start experimenting on her. silco would probably just laugh. jinx might be her best bet if she wanted answers, but she fears that jinx would do something horrible like pet her or something.

so she just... deals with it.

the more full moons that pass, the more used to it she gets, and the more she can transform herself at will without the moon's powers.

she kinda likes being a cat. it's useful as fuck in the undercity, with all it's steep walls and drop-offs. it gives her crystal clear vision, even in the deepest darkest streets; it gives her great instincts, even in her human form, and...

there's nothing quite like finding a stray beam of sun and curling up for a few minutes to snooze on a peaceful day. both in her human and cat form.

which is how she meets you.

you live on a high floor of a big apartment building in the lanes. it's miserable climbing up and down the stairs multiple times a day, but the nice thing about it is you're high up enough to get some direct sunlight in your home for a good few hours a day.

you don't have a cat-- your landlord would kill you. but you keep a two little pots of catnip and catgrass growing on your fire-escape, a little tin of water and some tuna or chicken when you've got scraps to spare.

you've got a few cats that come to visit you a few times a week, all varying levels of friendly.

the white stray visits every afternoon to snack on your plants, sometimes bringing a skinny orange friend along with her. you let them be, watching fondly through the window as they groom each other.

there's a fat tuxedo cat that you know has an owner somewhere in the neighborhood, that seems to know when you set out food scraps-- always there in a flash to gobble them up. he's friendly as hell, meowing incessantly at your window until you open it up for him and let him come in to get pets for a few hours before returning home for dinner.

there's a new litter of calico kittens you've caught sight of. you think there's five or six separate kitties, but you can never keep track because they grow so and change so much between your sightings of them.

and then there's your newest visitor.

she's a unique cat, silver eyes, only three legs, her left front leg missing completely. there's blue scratches running down her left side, shimmering in the sun when the wind blows her fur away enough for you to see them.

and she doesn't eat any of your plants, or drink any of your water. most of the time, you come home and find her sleeping in a ray of sun. and every time when she wakes up and realizes you're home, the cat will jump up on your windowsill and simply watch you; her tail twitching occasionally in the wind, purring loud enough for you to hear through the little window as her silver eyes follow your every movement inside.

.....

sevika's fucked.

she's so, so, so fucked.

she's been fucking stabbed, twice, and she's loosing blood so quickly that she's starting to see spots.

the men who stabbed her are chasing her, and she's leaving a trail of blood right to herself. no matter how fast she runs, she's not going to lose them.

she's so woozy that she almost forgets that she's got fucking magical powers. she ducks into an alley and quickly transforms, before sprinting away. that takes care of those idiots beating her to death-- but it doesn't change the fact that sevika's dying.

she doesn't know where to go.

the last drop is way too far for her to get there before she bleeds out. she's got no friends in this neighborhood-- and people down here don't have the spare time, money, or sympathy for a dying street cat.

wait.

she knows someone who likes street cats.

someone sweet, and pretty, and always smiling and talking to her like she can speak human language. she can, but she knows your other cat visitors can't-- and it just makes her like you all the more- - the idea of you talking to some clueless cat, just like you talk to her.

she makes it to your fire escape just before her three legs give out.

and while her vision starts to fade completely, the clouds overhead move and a beam of sun shines down on her, the smell of your cat plants wafting over her as the wind blows.

well, sevika supposes. if i'm gonna die i guess this is the nicest place to do it.

you come home and find a dead woman on your fire escape... which isn't a total surprise in this neighborhood.

it's only when you go out to prod at her that you get really freaked out-- because she's not dead, just barely breathing.

you scramble to pull the woman inside your apartment, spreading her out on your bed and nearly throwing up at the sight of two deep stab wounds in her sides.

you've got some shimmer stored in your medicine cabinet in case of emergencies, and you quickly slide the liquid down her throat before scrambling to find something to stitch her side together with.

you aren't sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she starts blinking awake, groaning in pain and weakly trying to shove you away from her wounds.

"hey hey hey, wake up." you say, shaking her shoulders. she grunts and scrunches her face up. when her eyes blink open, your stomach twists.

you've never seen eyes that silver besides on the cat that comes to visit you. they're different on a person. much more attractive.

"uh..." you say, trailing off for a second suddenly realizing that the woman beneath you is very naked. and now that you're looking at her, the blue scars on her left side seem awfully familiar. you clear your throat. "uh, wake up." you say again, gently smacking her cheek.

she gasps awake when you start stitching up her second wound. "fuck!" she shouts. and then, she seems to process where she is. "fuck." she says.

you gulp. "uh, i'll get you a blanket." you offer.

sevika nods numbly as you-- the woman she's been shamelessly peeping on for the past year-- stumble out of your bedroom.

"i thought you were dead, honestly, and then you started moving and i got really freaked out. gave you some shimmer-- i hope you don't mind." you ramble as you walk back into your room, throwing a blanket over sevika. "is there anyone i should call for or...?"

"you're even prettier up close." she says. then she cringes.

fuck she didn't mean to say that. it must be the blood loss. and the shimmer. and your pretty eyes.

"uh..." sevika watches as you start to back away like you're scared, and she huffs before she gathers all her energy and transforms into her cat form. "what the fuck?!" you squawk as the woman in front of you disappears in thin air.

and then, a little lump under the covers starts to move.

and the three legged silver eyed cat comes crawling out, two new wounds on her side.

"what the fuck?" you ask, immedietly reaching forward to pet the cat in front of you. you don't consider that the cat is a woman-- it's your natural instinct-- you see a cat, you pet it.

but then the woman's back and your hand is in her hair and she's blushing all the way down to her tits which you can see because she's still naked.

"wha--"

"i'm sevika."

"hi, sevika." you giggle, slightly hysterical. sevika's blush gets even darker. "i'm--"

"i know." she cuts you off, then bites her lip in embarrassment and presses her head harder against your hand, like she's a cat. well, you suppose she kinda is. "i... sorry for stumbling into your life like this. i thought if i died as a cat i died in real life." sevika shrugs. "guess the whole nine lives thing is true, though."

"i don't--"

"i can leave, if you give me a pair of sweats or someth--"

"no!" you squeak. sevika smiles, and now you're embarrassed. "i-i mean... you're injured. you should stay until you're better..." sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "plus... you're kinda cute."

she grins. "as a cat or...?"

"fuck off." you giggle, crawling into bed beside her. "you've fucking... been watching me for a year! it's only fair i get to interrogate you, too, you creep."

"i-i'm not a creep!"

"you've seen me naked!"

"you didn't seem to mind at the time..." sevika pouts.

you can't believe how ridiculous this whole fucking situation is. sevika's blood drying into your mattress underneath the pair of you, but her skin is becoming more vibrant as the shimmer works through her system, flashes of pink sparkling in her silver eyes. she's practically purring as you scratch her scalp. you burst into laughter, and sevika grins up at you.

when you finally catch your breath, you shake your head and look down at the only sorta-stranger beneath you. "so, what are you... a werecat, or something?"

sevika groans before bursting into laughter with you.

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[tezuze]

What do you think about Gatomon Blackgatomon and Mikemon?

Good kitties... I only want to pet them...

As I've mentioned before, Next Order was basically my intro into the digimon series, and I remember being very frustrated and confused that this redicilously strong cat kept hurting my guys. And.

My friend had to tell me it was a champion.

I'm pretty sure I begged for anything to make sense but forget past me, I love this lawless series.

Also Mikemon needs more love, what a sweet little calico ❤️

[https-cyber-slxt]

Leon S. Kennedy SFW & NSFW HC/s

Poopfart I'm running out of ideas

SFW

Had a small workplace crush on you, but after saving him from a life or death situation, he immediately went head over heels for you.

Did that cute thing where he would tap you on the shoulder with his head down, and after asking what's wrong, he would just spurt out "canwegotodinnersometime"

You laugh at him and pull him into an unexpected kiss. "I would love to, Leon"

His favorite type of dates are definitely picnic dates and movie dates, he loves how he can just sit next to you and admire you for hours

Cried while watching the Titanic with you and just had to pretend sand somehow got into his eye

Would apologize for something he didn't do, say like you're doing laundry or packing up stuff, if something falls he'll go "I'm sorry" while picking it back up and giving it you

No matter what time of day it is, this man wants needs cuddles, he's definitely got a good build on his arms, so he likes to use them to make you nice and warm

Cat person, 1000000% a cat person, would either own a ginger kitty or a calico kitty, or both, if you're up for a challenge

Sleep talker, just like hear me out on this one, talked about Mister X (or aka a "really really big monster") in his sleep and kinda kept you up the whole night

NSFW

Submissive little meow meow

I like to bet this man has no gag reflex, so literally gag him with everything you've got, fingers, dildos, etc

Is like, really loud when he's about to cum, he's all like "I'm gonna- I'm gonna- ngh, ah! C-cumming!!" Like that yk

Public sex is a yes for him, especially if it's in like, the middle of RPD station, him sitting on your lap with a vibrating dildo up his ass, and he has to keep his posture up while greeting guests and all that

Super sensitive, just slightly touching his cock is enough to make him whimper and softly moan

What's even worse is that you'll make him wear these super tight pants while going commando, and everytime he passes somebody, he puts his hands over is crotch so no one can see his insanely obvious hard-on

If you rub him through his pants, there's a pretty high chance he'll cum right then and there.

Likes roleplaying alot, his favorite is when you're dressed up in a sexy schoolmistress outfit while spanking him over a desk

Although it's not as obvious, he kinda liked CBT, especially when you step directly on his tip with your heels

Loves overstimulation and praise, but hates edging and degradation

When aftercare takes place, make sure to give him all the praise in the world, he really doesn't want to feel like he failed you

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Omg you're so tall you look like a giraffe

Yeah that's why you deadass built like a baked bean

A BAKE- A BAKED BEAN??

[rippleap]

into the wild kitties! #1

HI GUYS MY FIRST ART POST

since i have no clue what kind of art to post on here yet i decided to do something fun!!!

I'll be designing and drawing every single cat in the into the wild allegiances, hopefully uploading each day! yeah im only doing into the wild (for now) cause i would like to stay alive and breathing thanks!

(way more text below)

also designing ISNT WHAT IM BEST AT, these are just for fun!

im gonna start explaining and babbling about the designs now,,

firepaw is TECHNICALLY not the first cat in the allegiances but come on i have to do him first he's FIREPAW. I didn't have much of a thought process for him other than mmmmm yes fire. I really wanted to add some blue to his eyes cause like, blue fire haha but i couldn't find a way to do that without making the whole design look weird.

Next is bluestar! bluestar with long hair my beloved. i tried to make her as BLUE as possible without making your eyes burn off, but she is VERY BLUE

Now for redtail! this one was a bit more tricky to be honest, i wasn't too sure of what to do because, i sorta forgot how i perceived redtail lmao?? most of what i was thinking while designing him was.....hmm spottedleaf brother...... of course he has his signature red tail, and i wanted to give him that sort of calico kinda hair color, like how people dye their hair to be calico yeah i was going for that. like he dyed his hair but it's actually just like that.

And lastly, spottedleaf! i think you all can clearly see the neapolitan inspiration here lol. I was thinking of how i was gonna design her, and a lightbulb lit up above my head and went ICE CREAM ICE CREAAMMM so here's neapolitan spottedleaf! i also this these colors make her look like she smells good which is a trait of hers i guess, like look at that cat and tell me she doesnt look like she smells like vanilla and strawberries and chocolate. I also made an effort to have spottedleaf and redtail to resemble or mirror eachother! that'll probably become a pattern with the siblings I'll be designing.

also side note, literally i drew these with a pencil on paper, lined it with black paint and a stiff paintbrush and THEN transferred the drawing into ibispaint. just wanted to put it out there...heh... probably one of my new favorite ways of drawing ever.

I'm gonna be using the #into the wild allegiances to tag all of these in case you wanna find them all later.

umm idk how to end this, bye guys!!!

if you have any questions about using these designs orrr whatever feel free to ask!

i posted the higher quality individual versions of the designs on my instagram! same user as here!!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Some Guardian Angel Neil ? <3

WIP Wednesday (2/7) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 113)

“What does the cat look like?” Andrew asks, partly because he’s interested and partly because he wants to believe it. Wants to find a cat the next time they’re in Columbia. If the cat is real, then maybe Neil is too.

Neil seems surprised by the question. He gives Andrew a curious look. “I thought we were talking about my knife conundrum and the guys who broke into the stadium.” 

“We are. Just tell me what the cat looks like first,” Andrew says. 

“You’ve literally never cared about animals before—”

“Neil.”

“I don’t know. It’s one of those ones that have every color in them,” Neil answers. Ah, wonderfully vague. Great.

“A calico?” 

“Sure,” Neil says with a shrug. “I call it Kitty.”

“How original.” Andrew deadpans. “What else?”

“Uh… It’s got greenish yellow eyes. One of its ears has a chunk out of it. Why?” Neil asks. 

Andrew commits those details to memory and makes a note to do some cat hunting this weekend. “I was just curious about your other friend.”

“I wouldn’t call us friends. She still doesn’t like me that much. Hisses when I get to close, sometimes tries to bite me.” Neil says, then he laughs. “Hey, she’s just like you. Small and very... opinionated.”

“Fuck you,” Andrew says.

"I could've straight up called you an asshole."

"That would be accurate as well," Andrew concedes. Then he remembers the original topic of the conversation. “Anyway, they wouldn’t have been able to tattle on you for killing them, so you were going to do it?”

[seth-burroughs]

What if. What if they were cats. Today on rain code art that caters to me and me only

Some notes:

The ahoges are now adapted into ear tufts. I don't know how common or if possible are ear tufts on short-haired cats, so, assume artistic liberties or something. Rule of Pretty

Yuma now has blue eyes, because 1) I'm making all the charas have realistic cat genetics and bright purple eyes just. aren't really possible in cats unless they have albinism, and even then it's just a slight tint, and 2) he's a colorpoint now, and all colorpoint cats have blue eyes! That is because colorpoints have a form of partial albinism, and because of that all their eyes are blue because the blue layer in the eye (that's common to all cats) is not covered by another color :)

All the fur flying around Yuma is because of stress, as cats shed excessively when they're having a terrible time. Soon the whole Kanai Ward is covered in Kokohead memorabilia

Makoto gets a new mask and is now perpetually owo'ing. As soon as he takes it off he reveals the face of the most miserable cat alive after hours upon hours of getting whisker fatigue (causing sensory overload in cats, for ex. when rubbing whiskers on the side of a bowl that's too deep) wearing it. As for the fur, I have no idea how he dyes it that way and I will not make up one

Gave Kurumi appaloosa mutation (that I constantly mix up with finnish mutation in my head) to resemble her freckles :) she's a spotty kitty now :33

Also wanted to imitate a braid with her tail but couldn't really make it work, so instead it's now thin at the base and tufty at the end. Can you. Can you see it (also gave her detailed shading because she's a very special girl that deserves it)

Yomi & Martina are probably going to be next, I already have a very clear image of cat Yomi rotating in my head. To go along with my transmasc Yomi headcanon, and keep him dying his hair, he is now a black-red calico that paints over his black patches with orange dye to look like a bicolor. As torties/calicos are almost always female unless something funky is going on. To win boy kitty passing. Something which is possible to fail at

[fangsnpaws]

kitty regressor!spencer reid headcannons ✩ wc: 450 ✩ [div.]

this is about SFW pet(d)re. dni if k¡nk. i'm a minor.

☆ i think he would definitely be a calico cat!! i feel like the colors suit him so well!

★ he would be so clingy. one of THOSE velcro cats.

☆ always wanting to be next to you. whether it be curled up next to you, in your lap, following you everywhere, or simply being in the same room! of course, he would respect your wishes if you didn't want him close to you, or don't want to be touched.

☆ he would love to receive physical affection if you wanted to give it! i feel like he would LOVE to have his hair played with and headpats/rubs!!

★ he would just be the sweetest little kitty ever. so kind, so affectionate, and just a sweet little baby!!!!

☆ i think that he would mostly be really calm and just wanna chillax, but would enjoy playing every once in a while! but i think it would be like… calm playing if that makes sense. some gentle roughhousing or tickling, fidgeting with or swatting toys around, stalking and pouncing, and maybe even a bit of chasing!

★ a BIIIG sunbather, napper, and stretcher!!

☆ he would love laying in the sun, whether it be inside or outside. i think he would prefer to lay on the floor next to a window inside! and he would look so pretty in the sunlight </3 especially if he had lil ears or a tail!!

★ napping 24/7. not literally, of course, but regressing would be such a relieving and relaxing time for him, so he would naturally just feel kinda sleepy! no pun intended, but i think he would take a lot of cat naps! maybe napping for thirty minutes during a movie, or after dinner, etc. little naps here and there!

☆ and a stretcher!! with all his stress that he carries in that lanky ole body, he would definitely enjoy some yoga. he could do it by himself, but he would prefer to do it with you! even if you're not actually doing the yoga with him, he would enjoy having you help him with the stretches or give him a massage!

★ sweaters!!!!!! SWEATER PAWS!!!!! i think that sweaters would be his favorite thing to wear while regressed, and would help him slip sooo easily. i can see the sweater paws being a big thing for him. and even more if it were your sweater he was wearing! he would be so comfy and love the comforting smell.

☆ i don't think that he would regress very very often, especially since he only has so much free time, but i can see him trying to at least once a week! and getting pent up if he hasn't in a while :(

[sugarcoated-lame]

get to know me tag 🌻

@emeraldmoth 🧡 thank you so much for the tag (on my main acc @its-dee-lovely I just did it over here hehe) 🥰🧡

1. were you named after anyone?

yes! so kricket is just a nickname (gasp 😱 i know) but my mom chose my real name after an actor in a soap opera that she really loved

2. when was the last time you cried?

a few nights ago re-watching Me Before You, that movie makes me sob every time 🥺

3. do you have kids?

no kids, but i do have a fur baby 🥹

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

does dance count as a sport?? i took ballet and tap for a few years in elementary school lol, but aside from that no sports

5. do you use sarcasm?

me??? sarcastic? never 👀 (yes, i think sarcasm is hard-wired into all capricorns’ brains lmao)

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

eyes and smiles 🥹

7. what’s your eye color?

brown with little bits of hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings?

both? but i guess if i had to choose, happy endings bc i’m such a sap 🥹

9. any talents?

i can sing, but like the previous person said i also will not prove it lol 🙈, not sure if this counts as a talent, but i’ve been told i’m really good at giving advice — I’m the therapist of my friend group haha. and baking — I’ve been vegan for the past 7 years, so I’ve been doing all vegan baking since then and i think i could probably veganize any recipe at this point and make it delicious!

10. where were you born?

NYC 🗽 !!

11. what are your hobbies?

writing fics, songwriting, poetry, reading, watching movies, singing, baking, thrifting, playing video games (currently playing the last of us), drawing although it’s been a while

12. do you have any pets?

yes!! i have a calico kitty named patches (the most unoriginal name for a calico i know, i didn’t name her lol)

AND i temporarily have my sister’s cat, Chai, living with me for the next few months!

13. how tall are you?

5’5 and a half-ish ?

14. favorite subject in school?

people always think i’m insane for this, but my favorite subject was math.. also really loved forensics and psychology!!

15. dream job?

probably a singer or an actor… or both? as a kid i really wanted to be on broadway 🥺 would also love to be an author or a photographer!

no pressure tags: @sebsxphia @sunlightmurdock @hangmanssunnies @just-in-case-iloveyou @joelsgreys @joels-shitty-puns @pascalpvnk @ryebecca @floydsmuse @gracieheartspedro @itsthevelvetline @fairyheart @sio-ina-bottle @vee-bees-blog I’m a little late to this so sorry if you’ve already done it 🧡

[petrichorium]

i must know more about the kitties you have with your husbands 🫶🏻 pretty pwease

WHEEEEEEE ofc ofc I will gush abt them all always 🙏🏻 on a base level none of these cats r purebreds or anything they’re all strays either organically found or adopted from a shelter/another home. also there r so many pics i cant make them smaller so everything is utc

Gagamaru and I have one cat that was originally mine, Kabocha. He’s very sweet but is a bit flighty and takes a long time to warm up to Gagamaru; the first time I rlly have the hes the one thought is when I walk in on him napping on my couch w Kabo tucked into the crook of his arm dozing away bc!!!! It’s the first time he’s been comfortable enough to sleep on anyone other than me. Very himbo cat, absolutely gorgeous but total dumbass.

Kuroo and I have three cats! I had two and he had one when we combined households we were veeeeeeery careful w introducing them 🥺 he’s had a grouchy old lady for as long as I’ve known him. Her name is Suki and he took her in as a stray after an elderly neighbor’s son let her loose; she adores him and it’s slow going but she comes to adore me as well. I had a cat that passed a few weeks after I met him and then didn’t have any pets for a while, but then abt half a year before we move in together he stumbles across a trio of kittens on his way to a date w me and the date devolves into us getting them care……. One unfortunately doesn’t make it :( but I end up taking in the other two; they’re a lil girl and boy named Mizuki and Hoshi. Old lady is tolerant of them but they’re def a bit too energetic for her so the only times they rlly interact r when they’re in a puddle together napping…. Suki is the calico, Mizuki and Hoshi r the white ones! Once they’re fully grown they’re both bigger than her, tho Hoshi is an absolute unit and is the biggest by quite a bit

I believe I’ve said this once but. I have a perpetual series of completely normal housecats w Jing Yuan pfft I try my best but they have an unfortunate tendency of hunting his finches :( I only ever have one-three at a time and ofc I adore them all but I do end up w like fifty over the course of our lives together LMFAOOOOO including a few lil lineages where I kept many generations down the line!!! But the three that I’ve thought about r Jade and her kittens Bei and Feng (Yanqing named those two……) bc they’re the ones I have over the course of Mimi’s life. Mimi is a co-parent in their odd little pride, she and Jade grew up together and are very bonded n constantly exasperated by their rambunctious boys……. just like me and mine, though Yanqing and Jing Yuan constantly protest that comparison 🫣

i Have talked abt shanks before but its funny to me so. this lil scrawny tuxedo kitten ends up following me onto the red force one day (bc i fed it) and nobody realizes until we've set off.... i am told i Cannot name it or get attached bc we Will be leaving it on the next island....... except the crew ends up getting attached and they name it sharkbait. SHARKBAIT. FOREVER bitter NEVER getting over it every time shanks and i get into any kind of fight i bring it up "ALSO YOU TOLD ME I COULDNT NAME THE DAMN CAT AND NOW ITS NAMED SHARKBAIT YOU STILL OWE ME" (he will never stop owing me)

Lil bonus bc he’s been on the mind for months now: Capitano is not a cat person in fact when I first ask for one he gets me a pair of massive guard dogs that I stubbornly refuse to name at first and then end up calling Fluffy and Cuddles out of pure spite. Then I bitch enough that he does get me a kitten who Absolutely Fucking Despises Him tries to rip him to shreds every time he gets in bed with me (a week in he admits he finds it endearing but she does get kicked out of the room regularly when he wants alone time) I call her Lady she is a very elegant girl when she is not trying to murder him and actually gets along very well w the dogs, much to Capitano’s chagrin

[high-theyre-frendough]

I think that my cats love it when I eat an edible cause then I get really focused on petting them indefinitely. Some of them like ear rubs, some like back massages, some like head scratches, and if you know exactly what the cat likes, you can just keep petting them indefinitely. Its perfect. The cat will tell you to fuck off when you're done. The best part is that I have 6 cats. I can pet them all. Noodle usually doesn't want attention but I did it just now because she needs to know I love her. Mostly she likes pets around the head/face/neck. She is the shyest kitty. Tiny. Calico. I can tell her apart from Pasta cause she has pure solid black fur on most of her face, with some brown/orange in the bottom corner of her face like a little sunset. Pasta has mostly brown on her face.

I was going to post, but figured I could take a picture of Noodle, cause she is right next to where I am sitting. I got the photo via just making clicking noises and she posed for me. Also I gave her a quick head scritch (she didn't want me to do that, so it was a quick one cause I stopped when she asked me to). Then she went back to her nap. She was more curious about me getting her attention than wanting attention herself. So she's napping now, and I'm posting this, so that was our brief transaction.

[thiefoflight68]

A snippet from my prior Baku/Deku. I love this cute scene at a cat cafe. I was just rereading and it made me giggle so I thought I’d share. I love the little Dekat.

I Will Always Love You

No tags except for Katsuki cussing…

“What time do we have to get to the arena tonight?” Sero called over to Izuku, he sat cross legged next to Yuga, a feather toy in his hand playing with a younger cat, a yellow tabby.

“In four hours, we have to be there by six-thirty, you go on at eight,” Izuku sat on a bean bag, a small gray tabby had come to investigate him. Sitting quietly, he’d been able to scratch the kitty under the chin, it started to purr loudly. “Hear him Kacchan?” Izuku turned to the blonde who was lying stretched out on the floor, perched on his elbows, a calico cat curled up on his stomach, they were both glaring at each other. Izuku pulled out his phone slowly and snapped a picture, he hit the video button.

“I saw that nerd,” Katsuki stared at the cat that had made him a bed. He’d sat down to watch Deku when the damn cat had jumped on him and instantly curled up. It was purring so hard he could feel the vibrations in his stomach, but if he moved or tried to push it off, it sunk its claws into his skin, green eyes glaring at him. “I think this cat is you Deku,” Katsuki peered closer at its eyes, the cat started to squeeze it’s claws rhythmically “Fuck! He gritted his teeth, “it’s definitely you Deku, little green eyes is killing me here.”

“She’s just making biscuits, Kacchan.”

“What the fuck are biscuits? And why is it happening on my stomach?” Katsuki growled as the cat lifted its chin, sniffing the air.

“When a cat is happy or likes you sometimes, they’ll knead you, it’s called making biscuits.”

“How long is it going to happen?” Katsuki sucked in his breath as one claw went a little deeper. “Damn cat.”

“Depends on the cat,” Izuku shrugged

“I can take her off for you if you want,” Pinky offered, leaning backwards over her beanbag.

“Don’t fucking touch her, you heard the nerd, she’s happy,” Katsuki clicked his tongue, watching as the cat kneaded his stomach again, he clenched his jaw.

“Okay!” Pinky laughed and went back to her own cat.

“We’re maxed out on time guys,” Shinso called out finally, “we only could stay forty minutes, they want to rotate new people in,” he stood up carefully trying not to scare his little black cat.

“Fuck,” Katsuki looked at the cat’s green eyes, “have we been here that long?”

“I guess so,” Izuku stood up slowly.

“I’m gonna need your help nerd,” Katsuki nodded to the cat, “just like you, she’s not letting go.”

“I’m not that clingy Kacchan,” Izuku huffed, he walked slowly to the blonde and squatted down. Reaching out his hand he stroked the cat slowly, the purring started again.

“I like clingy Deku, I’m not complaining,” Katsuki smiled at him as he petted the cat. She stood and stretched, slowly sauntering off his stomach. She yawned then leapt to a cat tree, kneading a small blanket, she settled back down. Standing up, they headed to the door, Deku retrieving his pillow.

“What did you think of the café? I liked it,” Izuku glanced back at the gray tabby.

“It was definitely filled with fucking cats,” Katsuki noticed the calico turning away as another person tried to pet her, he smiled. “I think I liked it too.”

[twilightmalachite]

ABYSS - The Ocean of ■ That Drips Downwards 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Souma

Translator: Mika Enstars

"If you mess with a human’s stuff, you’ll get a big scolding! “Bad!”"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Kanzaki Residence

Reminiscence. Right after the funeral for Kanata Shinkai’s mother, at Souma Kanzaki’s residence…

Souma: [Reflection Letter].

[I, Souma Kanzaki, disobeyed my parent’s teachings, with this profigate]

Pro… pro… profliga…

Profligate, was it? There, there it is! ♪

(Hm, you can find anything in the dictionary!)

(If I don't use the right words, I won't be able to convey my feelings correctly.)

(Maybe I should carry a dictionary with me from now on.)

(Dictionary in the right hand, sword in the left!)

(Yes, I’ll be unstoppable! ♪)

(Though I’m still small, so both are still too heavy for my stature…)

(But I’m not allowed to touch the sword, a family heirloom to be eventually passed on to the next generation. Not even for rituals. It’s to be only viewed from afar.)

(Someday, I hope to become a person deserving of it!)

(A full-fledged samurai, always with a sword at his waist.)

(And to achieve that, I must repent earnestly here and train myself.)

Souma: Hmm. [with this profligate behavior of mine, I have violated the taboo and disgraced my family name.]

[Hereafter, I vow to reflect upon my behavior so that I do not make the same mistake.]

Hm, all done. The brushwork is good and the content is good. Perfect workmanship.

Now, to deliver this to Father…

(Hm? Is there a guest? Who is it that Father’s talking to?)

(I mustn’t interfere. I’ll wait for a bit. I don’t want him to raise his voice at me again.)

…Oh, a cat’s in the garden.

A cute, cute little calico kitty![1]

Move on, there are no fish here! If you’re gonna fish, fish elsewhere.

If you mess with a human’s stuff, you’ll get a big scolding! “Bad!”

(Hmm… I had no intention to eavesdrop, but Father’s voice is so loud I can hear what they’re talking about.)

(…I-I keep hearing my name here and there. I’m embarrassed. Are you complaining to your guests about your son’s incompetency?)

(But Father~! I’m reflecting properly! I shall never again repeat the same mistake!)

(Please forgive me already—Hm?)

(God? Did Father just say “god”?)

(…That mysterious child I met at the funeral that day seemed like he was a god.)

(Now that it’s been said, it makes sense, that’s the kind of atmosphere he had…)

(And, although my household isn’t of a shrine, and instead of samurai, we seem to be a household involved in Shinto rituals for generations.)

(I’ve observed rituals many times. I’ve rehearsed all sorts of things for them—)

(As to ensure that rituals honoring gods will continue to be carried out flawlessly.)

(It’s not something that Father has said explicitly, but that’s the impression I’ve gotten.)

(Because on that day, I unknowingly met a great person of whom I will eventually serve.)

(As my superior, of a higher class, I was not even allowed to even speak to him to begin with.)

(And so, it only makes sense that I’ve been scolded. If it were the olden days, something like beheading would have been too lenient for such an unforgivable act.)

(I’m reflecting properly… I swear I will never again defile God’s eyes.)

Souma: (No, that god was wearing a mask of sorts, it’s possible that he hadn’t been able to see me.)

(Although that does sound a bit lonely…)

(The fingertips of God that touched my head that day were gentle, soft, and warm.)

(He felt sacred to me, even when I didn’t know that he was God.)

(Is that how God is supposed to be?)

(Then, it would be wonderful to serve and worship them, wouldn’t it?)

Souma: …Hm?

(Hmmm~? What is it that Father’s been talking about since a bit ago?)

(“Abisu”? What’s “abisu”?)

(I keep hearing that word from Father and the guest.)

(Somehow, the atmosphere is kinda extraordinary… Like a warlord before entering a great battle. It’s cool.)

(But, what's this “abisu”? It’s a word I don’t yet know.)

(However, heheh, I have a dictionary right at hand!)

(I can look up words I don’t know right away. As such, it is important to understand every mysterious thing that surrounds us!)

(A, a, abisu. Abisu… Oh, here it is!)

(What does it mean?)

(Umm, it’s English, meaning “hell”.)

(Or, it can mean a deep… …What reading is this? Umm, I think I saw it in a book once, and worked hard looking it up in the dictionary back then too?)

(Right, abyss! Abisu means abyss (shin’en)!

(A very deep, pitch-black ravine within the sea.)

(It can also mean “deep sea” (shinkai) huh? Hm, hmm… I’m learning a lot!)

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1. Fun fact! The "mike" (三毛) from "Mikejima" (三毛縞) means "calico". Madara has a pretty strong cat motif throughout his character.

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Meggan Szardos/Gloriana: Following the sudden flooding of District X, Meggan and Spectrum work together to find a missing family member in a bodega.

It was so quiet that Meggan had almost missed it, but yes. There it was again. It was a bit louder the second time, and a bit more identifiable as a rather worried meow. “I think that’s the missing cat,” she realized. She set aside the bag of debris as she tried to zero in on the exact spot the sound emanated from.

“Right about...here,” she noted as she heard another noise. She flew upward, and carefully shifted the foam tile, thankfully one over from the actual location, so no animal came tumbling down on their heads. “Hello, there,” she softly whispered to its occupant. She didn’t want to just grab the poor dear and scare her into scratching. “Sorry your home filled with all the water.”

Luckily, the cat treats were on a higher shelf, and in plastic bags - Nica grabbed a pouch and floated up to perch on the top of the shelves, near the section of ceiling Meggan was dismantling. "Try these," she suggested, laying the packet within reach. "And I'll do my best impersonation of a nice, warm sunbeam."

“Good idea,” Meggan praised. What cat in its right mind could turn down flopping around in some sunshine? She hoped this one wasn’t too frightened to be tempted into a luxurious beam. She shook a few treats into her palm, and then placed two of them down near the cat. It had briefly backed away, but then appeared torn.

There was some understandably wariness there, some curiosity, a dainty sniff; and then, yes, eating quickly. “Oh, you’re definitely hungry, and I wish we knew your name,” Meggan noted. At this angle, she couldn't read a collar. She would briefly start calling her Miss Calico Doe in her head until she found out the actual moniker for her. “Just a little closer, please,” she encouraged softly.

Nica sat still and quiet, letting Meggan do her thing and just focussing on warmth and light. C'mon kitty kitty, it's all safe here...

Meggan was able to scratch behind the ears as she got a bit closer. The cat gradually began to take an interest in the moving light and the warmth, even as she stole more treats from Meggan. The cat sniffed Meggan’s hand delicately, and then studied the area further below. Meggan moved back slightly, as she spotted the cat was preparing to make a leap from there to a nearby shelf.

Restraining herself from a gleeful squeal as the cat jumped down onto the shelf near her, Nica reached out slowly to let the cat sniff at her glowing hand. "There's a good kitty-cat," she murmured softly, as the cat decided she was safe and began rubbing its head against her hand, purring.

Meggan returned to the ground, grateful the poor thing hadn’t decided to continue on to another hiding place. She poured the remaining treats into her palm. “Would you like more?” She asked, when the cat looked her way expectantly once it heard the crinkle of the package. The treats were quickly accepted, and the purring increased in volume.

Nica took advantage of the treat scarfing to check the cat's collar for a name tag. "Bonita," she read aloud, and the cat looked up and chirped as if agreeing. "Well then, Bonita, let's get you out of here and back home, yes?" The bodega owners, Valentina and Tomas, lived in an apartment not too far away. "We don't have a carrier, but maybe we can find a box that isn't all soggy?" she continued, looking at Meggan as the cat climbed into her lap and curled up, making the most of the warmth being projected.

Meggan went to check. The first one was a bit too shallow to be of any use, but the next one looked like it might be helpful. The boxes beneath it had been ruined, but this one was just high enough that it was okay. “A former box of varieties of soups could work?” As she spoke, she was taking out the cans, and checking the depth.

"Perfect," Nica agreed from on top of the shelving. "Put my coat in the bottom to make it comfy? I don't really need it, it's just for show." She nodded towards the woolen duffle coat tossed carelessly over the counter. "And some treats so she doesn't jump out as soon as we put her in?"

Meggan smoothed out the coat, and then put a small trail of snacks to the box. As Bonita ate, she could only shrug. “That’s the best lure there could be!” She also put five more in the corner of the box, so the cat could have a good allotment of treats to occupy her while she was brought to her home. “Good girl, Bonita,” she praised when it looked like she was wasn’t going to be obstinate about getting in. She was just kneading the wool at the front, though.

Nica meanwhile had floated back down to the floor when Bonita had left her lap in favour of treats. "C'mon, kitty-kitty, she crooned, crouching next to the box and putting her warmly glowing hand inside to encourage the cat to climb all the way in. "There's a girl. Don't you want to go home?"

With a loud purr, Bonita followed the light the rest of the way inside the box, and got to work on the next treat she found. “Good girl,” Meggan cooed.