#out of pawprints

[mewnia]

it came to me in a dream but is probably already done somewhere—

[silversailormoan]

if sctir had an inter-guild shooting competition

[coyotecares]

1-a somehow finding out that their stoic, hardass homeroom teacher is absolutely stupid head over heels in love with their goofy, ridiculous, eccentric english teacher and subsequently reading WAY too much into how they interact in passing when they switch periods every morning

ie: in that scene where shouta takes too long to conclude class and makes mic wait, there's a slight pause in his canter before he calls hizashi "mic"-- class 1-a would be gripping their seats to bring that up in the dorms later about how aizawa-sensei probably almost accidentally called mic-sensei "pookie bear" since that's most DEFINIETLY what he calls him at home

they talk every morning when shouta is leaving the room and hizashi is walking in, and every day, class 1-a will watch for subtleties in behavior so closely that some of them don't even breathe or blink

[thespookiestwarrior]

Ross Family Tree

AARON: long haired, brown mackerel tabby male, with no white spotting (ll BB XoY DD Afca McMc wsws)

JAUNE: short haired, blue and cream mackerel, calico-tabby female, with medium white spotting (LL BB XOXo dd Afca tata McMc Wsws)

ROSS: short haired black male with small-medium amounts of white spotting (Ll BB XoY Dd aa McMc Wsws)

[pastafossa]

Pet loss below the cut.

Cato was my cat. That's the long and short of it.

From the first night I had him when he curled up against my neck to fall asleep with me, to his final night when he curled up on my chest to try and comfort me, there is not a single day I've been home that I haven't had my kitten chow with me. He was my tiny shadow, always trotting along after me or singing at me from around the house with that long Siamese wail or bringing me scores of socks he hid god knows where (although once he brought me an entire umbrella instead, which he was understandably proud of). He was by my pillow every night cuddled up against my arm, and we fit together like two puzzle pieces, like that little crook in my arm was designed for him, for his exact shape and size. He was with me through my health issues, through high school and college, through moving states, through covid, through tears, through the loss of other pets. He was there as I really learned to write, and there is not a single chapter of TRT that was written without his presence for at least a section of it even if it meant I had to stop editing or writing for a bit and just stare at the words instead because he wanted to be held NOW. And he even managed to hold off the cancer just long enough to walk with me through mom's hospital stay and her return home. I was his person, and he was my soul cat, a piece of me.

I was so torn last night. He was clearly in pain, dehydrated, wobbly, confused and restless, and couldn't get to the litter box. It had been really clear this week the moment was coming, that the cancer was going to take him soon. I'd had this big plan, to have it all happen at home in peace. He hated the vet, hated the stress, but it happened so fast, and I just... knew he couldn't wait for the vet's office to open so she could come here. He'd chosen his time and it was now.

I held him at the emergency vet when they gave him the sedative. I managed to choke out that silly singing tone that always made him happy, as I called him every last nickname he knew: my Cato-wato kitten chow, my Cato kins, my little Mr. meow meow, my sweet happy baby kitty. I made sure all he could see with those big beautiful blue eyes of his was me, as I petted his soft little ears and scratched his neck just the way he liked. And he actually managed to purr for me. He purred as he slipped away and the lights went out, and it was the last sound I ever got to hear from him.

I already miss you so, so much, my sweet old kitty, my Cato kitten chow. I'm sorry it couldn't be at home. But thank you for purring for me. Thank you for spending your journey with me. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the big meows and the headbonks and perching on my shoulder to interrupt with a breaking news story of Meow Meow. Thank you for the stealing of hundreds of my socks over 16 years and the way you always wanted to sit on me regardless of convenience or your own comfort. Thank you for letting me scoop you up for head smoochies, guarding me from nightmares, and solemnly supervising over 150 chapters of TRT. My soul cat, my baby kitty, my lovebug. I will always love and miss you. And one day I'll see you again.

[dog-ending]

sweater's done! i just have to let it dry before i can get better pics

[thelastlaff]

ashes to ashes, 9 to 5!

[goatposter]

kept feeling my fingers get randomly STICKY for no REASON ... finally figure out its this WAXY SUBSTANCE on my remote...

may i present exhibit A:

im wiping it off and as i sniff it, it smells suspiciously like my new CANDLE .......!

exhibit B!!

LADIES & GENTMENA OF THE JURY.. our primary suspect'

[dogboyautism]

I saw this post about using strong men body types more (for one piece chars specific to that post) and like yaaaaaaaaa I agree so much :3 I wanted to post art of my chars that fit that body type, but I didn't want to derail their post, sooooo I made my own :]

Here's Stony and Quill!

Stony is a better example of it imo, and that's he's got a higher constitution (these are for d&d, I tend to make higher con chars fatter) and actively trains for this build, meanwhile Quill did years ago and only lightly keeps it up (they're older, like 40-50)

If you're designing really strong guys, look into giving them some fat! Especially people fighting with their hands or heavier weapons, weight is important for leverage and keeping grouned. Bows require an immense amount of strength to pull back, English longbow men pulled back 80-200ibs of draw weight, their skeletons had longer and thicker arms. A 6 pack and chicken bone arms doesn't help you there, meaty biceps, sides, and back muscles do!

My gf (@breadman-is-gay) helped me with that, and also suggested I point out how important grappling is in combat. Polearms, curved swords, and weapons with hooks are all about getting past and knocking away shields. Even with knife fighting raw strength and center of balance is super important.

They said "there's a reason a boxing is split into weight categories. If you have a heavy weight and a light weight go up against each other, a heavy weight wins most times." Looking at pictures of guys like Jackie Johnson and Mike Tyson you can see they're not just lean muscle.

For guys you want to doing massive shows of strength I'd look into strongmen like Eddie Hall and Hafthor Bjornsson. Last years strongest man (Mitchell Hooper) doesn't have a visible 6 pack, stop giving your strong animie boys 6 packs! They're hard to get and harder to keep (especially when your body doesn't have a shred of fat to burn up instead of muscle) when you're doing high intensity shit like going on an adventure and fighting every damn day lmao

[dontpunchdogs]

i started another bigger pieeece im putting the original sticky note w the wip this time. here

[gemkun]

anonymous and definitely not @kafkaisms said : ‘ veritas ratio .’ a small voice whispers sometime in the dark of the night. moments later, a small catcake springs off the bed and disappears beneath it.

      ⸻       ah   ,   this   must   be   an   adverse   effect   of   sleep   deprivation.   he   elects   to   ignore   it   ,   after   all   ,   these   projects   will   not   complete   themselves.   especially   as   they   grow   in �� number   ,   with   how   incompetent   his   fellow   guild   members   continue   to   be   —   a   truly   astounding   phenomenon.

[mewnia]

Today’s Tales of Sunday goes to Eizen from Tales of Berseria!

[incendiorum]

lu gets a lot of her characteristics from all the cats I've known, but she also gets most of her inspo from my current cat (ok... technically I have two but I really think satan-slash-mia owns herself). said cat has these habits: she must have her own bowl of water, and you are not allowed to watch her drink from it - if you come into the kitchen while she is drinking she'll stop and watch you until you leave, and then go back to drinking; she'll pitch the most unholy fit if you forget her dinner time wet food; she gets carried upstairs to bed, and carried downstairs in the morning; she sleeps ALL night, is awake ALL day, except for a 2-3 hour nap that starts around 1 pm; will fight me, full fisticuffs, for the sidetable I use for my laptop or my laptop's mouse, and most of the time I just give up because she's really adamant about having the whole table to herself. it's not so much the exact details, but monnie's weirdness sure encouraged me to think up plausible weird quirks for lucrezia.

spot the difference. go ahead, I'll wait.

[coyotecares]

are you running @/every-mic ? just wondering since you both have the same header+pfp

i am !! i know it’s a bit confusing, sorry ! i genuinely was so excited to start the blog that i didn’t want to take the time to make a new layout, and i love mine here, so i just reused it LMFAO good eye !!

[jaspertheshark]

Tell me you don't own cats without telling me you don't own cats

[mugetsupipefox]

A very big and special thank you to all the people I beat the shit out of to get here :)