#pallas kittens playing

[wise-emperor]

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

Spotted

At first glance, this might seem like a mother snow leopard (Panthera uncia) playing with her kitten, but a closer look reveals a lack of distinct spots on the cloudy fur of the smaller cat. The smaller, fully grown feline is actually a Pallas’s cat a small wildcat whose range across Central Asia overlaps with its better-known cousin.When Donglin Zhou saw a snow leopard stealthily approaching a mother Pallas’ cat on the Qinghai-Tibet plateau, she was astonished. ‘Both species are hard to see at any time,’ she said, ‘let alone together.’

Photograph: Donglin Zhou/BigPicture

BigPicture Natural World photography competition

[mutant-distraction]

Khushboo Sharma

Pallas cat kitten playing with mammas tail

[bwoahtastic]

Good luck with your thesis defence!

Mousy Nicky having a birthday party with all of his friends? Sebby and Maxy are there of course, but also Alex and Logan, checo and all of the Pallas kittens. Uncle Kimi and Jenson and James and Antonio. The cake is Nutella flavoured of course, and all of the pups end up with frosting smeared around their faces. They eat cake and play games and mousy feels so so loved, especially when he gets lots of presents. Maybe mousy never knew his birthday and doctors could only estimate his age, so Nico, Toto and mousy chose the day that they adopted him as his new birthday. As they tuck him into bed, mousy tells momma and papa how happy he is that they're his parents

Thank you!

Oh plss!!

Nico asked the little mousy if he knows his birthday but little thing has no clue and didn't even know you celebrate bdays! But ofcourse Nico and Toto will give him a bday celebration, and they determine together with nicky thst his bday is the day Nico brought him home after saving him!

Mousy is so excited for his bday, up early and nosing into bed with momma and papa, whiskers thrilling in excitement as he gently noses at his parents until they wake up and snuggle him close! Sebby joins them too ofc, as does sleepy lil Maxy, snf Nicky gets some gifts then when they are snuggled up, a soft fleece blanket and some toys and Mousy is in awe!.

They have a little party then, have Alex and Logie come over as well as Nicky's fav aunts and uncles and family! Mousy is so happy and smiling so wide the whole day😭

Mousy is exhausted by the end and Nico and Toto have all their little ones snuggle up in their bed for family cuddles, mousy still purring while sleepily rubbing his eyes and murmuring momma and papa are the best thing that ever happened to him!

[cryptid-deity]

[Video description: a series of clips of an adult Pallas’ cat with kittens. The clips show the kittens being around their mother and playing with each other. Gentle music plays throughout the video. End description.]

Six Pallas's cat kittens born in Novosibirsk zoo from a cat named Mia

[brookston]

Holidays 12.4

Holidays

Alpha Phi Alpha Day

Andisop begins (Isle of Man) [3-Weeks before Xmas fiddlers go door-to-door playing the song and announcing the weather in exchange for a tip; thru Xmas]

Barbórka (Miners' Day; Poland)

Berkeley Hundred Thanksgiving

Carbon Literacy Action Day

Day of Publicists (Colombia)

Day of the Artisans (Mexico)

Dragon Age Day

Extraordinary Work Team Recognition Day

Fir Day (French Republic)

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Grange Day

Hov Day

International Cheetah Day

International Day of Banks (UN)

International Free Hugs Day (a.k.a. Int'l Hug Day)

International Revolutionary Day

National Cyber Signing Day

National Day (Laos; UAE)

National Dice Day

National Dystychiphobia Awareness Day

National Francis Day

National Kitten Day

National Rototelehandler Day

National Sock Day

National Tunneling Day (UK)

National Write a Letter to Santa Day

Navy Day (India)

Pallister-Killian Syndrome (PKS) Awareness Day

Rake Leaves Into the World's Largest Pile Day

Ribbons and Wrap Day

Santa's List Day

Sarsodaw Pwe (a.k.a. Sarsodaw-nei or Writers’ Day/Literati Day; Myanmar) [varies during month of Natdaw, 9th month pf Burmese calendar]

Thai Environment Day (Thailand)

Tupou Day (Tonga)

Wear a Beard of Bees Today Day 

Wear Brown Shoes Day

Women in Agriculture Day

World Water Loss Day

Worldwide Handsome Day (South Korea)

World Wildlife Conservation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cabernet Franc Day

National Cookie Day (a.k.a. Cookie Baking Day)

1st Monday in December

Tree Dressing Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Walt Disney Day [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Commonwealth of Fundy (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Ada (Christian; Saint)

Anno II (Christian; Saint)

Barbera (Christian; Saint) [brewers] *

Bernardo degli Uberti (Christian; Saint)

Bona Dea ("The Good Goddess" Secret Ceremony; Ancient Rome)

Chocolate Anything Day (Pastafarian)

Clement of Alexandria (Anglicanism, Eastern Catholicism)

Day of Shango (a.k.a. Sango, Chango or Zango; God of Fire, Thunder & Lightning in Santería, Yorùbá)

Day of the Frost King (Pagan)

Eid il-Burbara (Honoring St. Barbara, but like Halloween; Israel, Jordan, Lebanon, Palestine, Russia, Syria, Turkey)

Festival for Minerva (Ancient Rome)

Giovanni Calabria (Christian; Saint)

John of Damascus (Christian; Saint)

Kepler (Positivist; Saint)

Maruthas (Christian; Saint)

Mechagodzilla Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Merrill Lunch Hungerdunger McCormack All Accountant Marching Society (Muppetism)

Nicholas Ferrar (Anglicanism)

Osmund (Christian; Saint)

Pallas Athena Celebration (Goddess of Wisdom)

Peter Chrysologus (Christian; Saint)

Sigiramnus (a.k.a. Siran; Christian; Saint)

Wassily Kandinsky (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Basin Street Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)

Beatles for Sale, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)

Black Mirror (Anthology TV Series 2011)

December’s Children (And Everybody’s), by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1965)

The Dreadful Doll (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #12; 1964)

Father’s Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

I Fought the Law, by The Crickets (Song; 1960)

I Get a Kick Out of You, recorded by Ethel Merman (Song; 1934)

Jet Jockey Rocky or The One Point Landing (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 77; 1960)

Krampus (Film; 2015)

Landslide on the Rails or Bullwinkle Covers His Tracks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 184; 1962)

Mickey’s Polo Team (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

MI-5 (Film; 2015)

Missouri Mish Mash, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 183; 1962)

On Golden Pond (Film; 1981)

Out of Our Idiot, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1987)

Plots and Plans or Two Many Crooks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 78; 1960)

Porky’s Hero Agency (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Reds (Film; 1981)

The Simpsons Sings the Blues (Album; 1990)

The Story of Ferdinand, by Munro Leaf (Children’s Book; 1936)

The Ten Commandments (Film; 1923)

Tobacco Road, by Jack Kirkland (Play; 1933)

Too Late to Cry, by Alison Krauss (Album; 1987)

Up in the Air (Film; 2009)

The Woods Are Full of Cuckoos (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Adolf, Barbara, Johannes (Austria)

Varvara (Bulgaria)

Barbara, Ivan, Sunčica (Croatia)

Barbora (Czech Republic)

Barbara (Denmark)

Barba, Barbara, Parba, Varje, Varju, Varve (Estonia)

Aira, Airi (Finland)

Barbara (France)

Barbara, Johannes (Germany)

Barbara, Seraphim, Varvara (Greece)

Barbara, Borbála (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Baiba, Barba, Barbara (Latvia)

Barbora, Liugailė, Vainotas (Lithuania)

Barbara, Barbro (Norway)

Barbara, Berno, Biernat, Chrystian, Hieronim, Krystian, Piotr (Poland)

Varava (Romania)

Barbora (Slovakia)

Bárbara, Juan (Spain)

Barbara, Barbro (Sweden)

Barbara (Ukraine)

Ada, Adah, Adina, Aida, Babette, Barbara, Barbie, Barbra, Osman, Osmond (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 338 of 2024; 27 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 49 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 22 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 21 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 21 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 8 Zima; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 November 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 2 Bichat (13th Month) [Kepler]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 72 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 13 of 30)

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 12.4

Holidays

Alpha Phi Alpha Day

Andisop begins (Isle of Man) [3-Weeks before Xmas fiddlers go door-to-door playing the song and announcing the weather in exchange for a tip; thru Xmas]

Barbórka (Miners' Day; Poland)

Berkeley Hundred Thanksgiving

Carbon Literacy Action Day

Day of Publicists (Colombia)

Day of the Artisans (Mexico)

Dragon Age Day

Extraordinary Work Team Recognition Day

Fir Day (French Republic)

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Grange Day

Hov Day

International Cheetah Day

International Day of Banks (UN)

International Free Hugs Day (a.k.a. Int'l Hug Day)

International Revolutionary Day

National Cyber Signing Day

National Day (Laos; UAE)

National Dice Day

National Dystychiphobia Awareness Day

National Francis Day

National Kitten Day

National Rototelehandler Day

National Sock Day

National Tunneling Day (UK)

National Write a Letter to Santa Day

Navy Day (India)

Pallister-Killian Syndrome (PKS) Awareness Day

Rake Leaves Into the World's Largest Pile Day

Ribbons and Wrap Day

Santa's List Day

Sarsodaw Pwe (a.k.a. Sarsodaw-nei or Writers’ Day/Literati Day; Myanmar) [varies during month of Natdaw, 9th month pf Burmese calendar]

Thai Environment Day (Thailand)

Tupou Day (Tonga)

Wear a Beard of Bees Today Day 

Wear Brown Shoes Day

Women in Agriculture Day

World Water Loss Day

Worldwide Handsome Day (South Korea)

World Wildlife Conservation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cabernet Franc Day

National Cookie Day (a.k.a. Cookie Baking Day)

1st Monday in December

Tree Dressing Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Walt Disney Day [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Commonwealth of Fundy (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Ada (Christian; Saint)

Anno II (Christian; Saint)

Barbera (Christian; Saint) [brewers] *

Bernardo degli Uberti (Christian; Saint)

Bona Dea ("The Good Goddess" Secret Ceremony; Ancient Rome)

Chocolate Anything Day (Pastafarian)

Clement of Alexandria (Anglicanism, Eastern Catholicism)

Day of Shango (a.k.a. Sango, Chango or Zango; God of Fire, Thunder & Lightning in Santería, Yorùbá)

Day of the Frost King (Pagan)

Eid il-Burbara (Honoring St. Barbara, but like Halloween; Israel, Jordan, Lebanon, Palestine, Russia, Syria, Turkey)

Festival for Minerva (Ancient Rome)

Giovanni Calabria (Christian; Saint)

John of Damascus (Christian; Saint)

Kepler (Positivist; Saint)

Maruthas (Christian; Saint)

Mechagodzilla Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Merrill Lunch Hungerdunger McCormack All Accountant Marching Society (Muppetism)

Nicholas Ferrar (Anglicanism)

Osmund (Christian; Saint)

Pallas Athena Celebration (Goddess of Wisdom)

Peter Chrysologus (Christian; Saint)

Sigiramnus (a.k.a. Siran; Christian; Saint)

Wassily Kandinsky (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Basin Street Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)

Beatles for Sale, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)

Black Mirror (Anthology TV Series 2011)

December’s Children (And Everybody’s), by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1965)

The Dreadful Doll (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #12; 1964)

Father’s Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

I Fought the Law, by The Crickets (Song; 1960)

I Get a Kick Out of You, recorded by Ethel Merman (Song; 1934)

Jet Jockey Rocky or The One Point Landing (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 77; 1960)

Krampus (Film; 2015)

Landslide on the Rails or Bullwinkle Covers His Tracks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 184; 1962)

Mickey’s Polo Team (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

MI-5 (Film; 2015)

Missouri Mish Mash, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 183; 1962)

On Golden Pond (Film; 1981)

Out of Our Idiot, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1987)

Plots and Plans or Two Many Crooks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 78; 1960)

Porky’s Hero Agency (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Reds (Film; 1981)

The Simpsons Sings the Blues (Album; 1990)

The Story of Ferdinand, by Munro Leaf (Children’s Book; 1936)

The Ten Commandments (Film; 1923)

Tobacco Road, by Jack Kirkland (Play; 1933)

Too Late to Cry, by Alison Krauss (Album; 1987)

Up in the Air (Film; 2009)

The Woods Are Full of Cuckoos (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Adolf, Barbara, Johannes (Austria)

Varvara (Bulgaria)

Barbara, Ivan, Sunčica (Croatia)

Barbora (Czech Republic)

Barbara (Denmark)

Barba, Barbara, Parba, Varje, Varju, Varve (Estonia)

Aira, Airi (Finland)

Barbara (France)

Barbara, Johannes (Germany)

Barbara, Seraphim, Varvara (Greece)

Barbara, Borbála (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Baiba, Barba, Barbara (Latvia)

Barbora, Liugailė, Vainotas (Lithuania)

Barbara, Barbro (Norway)

Barbara, Berno, Biernat, Chrystian, Hieronim, Krystian, Piotr (Poland)

Varava (Romania)

Barbora (Slovakia)

Bárbara, Juan (Spain)

Barbara, Barbro (Sweden)

Barbara (Ukraine)

Ada, Adah, Adina, Aida, Babette, Barbara, Barbie, Barbra, Osman, Osmond (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 338 of 2024; 27 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 49 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 22 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 21 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 21 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 8 Zima; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 November 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 2 Bichat (13th Month) [Kepler]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 72 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 13 of 30)

[theimpossiblescheme]

“ i find myself in this position of finally being able to do things the right way. “ + whatever you'd like!

“Stubborn old thing isn’t going to leave, is she?”  Socrates could tell that Bustopher Jones was tracking the same familiar silhouette behind the window, and his voice was as steely as he’d ever heard it.  It was almost frightening to hear out of the old tom.  “Here now—take the lads and get under the counter.”

Between that and the feeling of Gareth and Carbucketty suddenly squeezing his tail, Socrates felt as if he’d been pulled from a trance.  “But what are you going—?”

“Don’t fret over me, just get out of sight!”  His tone was sharp and urgent—another jarring novelty—and Socrates had no choice but to obey.  He couldn’t risk an open fight, not with two Trainees with him and certainly not in the middle of a crowded club, and there had been too many close calls with Macavity’s goons even closer to the Junkyard.  If that wasn’t even safe, and neither was the Stage and Screen of all places, then where was?  What was he going to tell Munkustrap when they made it back—if they made it back?  There had to be a fire exit somewhere in the room, he just had to find it—

“What’s she gonna do?”  He almost didn’t hear Gareth’s question, soft as it was in his tiny crackling voice, as he yanked the three of them behind the bar, and the shape from the window grew and gained flashes of red, green, and white amidst the black of shadow.

“Hopefully nothing,” he whispered back, wrapping both arms around the kittens and drawing them tightly to his sides.  “Her bark’s always been worse than her bite.”  The one consolation he had was that Zephyra didn’t have the ferocity of someone like Cesare or the stamina of someone like Pallas.  None of Macavity’s little passel of showcats did.  They were more like sticks of dynamite—a great deal of buildup, but only a quick flash of action to show for it.  He just hoped Zephyra hadn’t picked up any new tricks since he’d been gone.

“Think we could take her, then?”  Carbucketty tried to sound brave and determined, but he was trembling too much to be convincing.

Zephyra was through the door now, so all Socrates could do was shake his head, close his paws gently over the boys’ mouths, and hold his breath.  The henchqueen’s fur stood on end like a Pollicle’s hackles under her shredded silk bow, and he could hear the knife’s-edge click of her unsheathed claws on the tile.  A few months ago, she could have fit in here perfectly, but now… she didn’t resemble a former showcat so much as a hyena anymore, and Socrates felt his own blood run cold.

Jones, on the other hand, was all smiles and open paws, any trace of his earlier tension gone as he stepped toward her.  “Evening, dear lady!” he boomed cheerfully, stepping closer like he hadn’t a care in the world outside of serving his guests.  “You’ve caught us at a bit of an awkward hour, but I’m sure we can still accommodate you!”

Zephyra wasn’t having any of it.  “Where is he?”

“Who?”  Socrates could practically hear Jones blinking innocently at her, even all the way across the room.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” she sneered. “That big patchy tom that just came in here—where’s he hiding?”

“My dear, there are multiple cats who fit that description here tonight, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

A growl rattled in Zephyra’s throat, and the next thing Socrates heard was a loud thud against the wall as she slammed Jones against it, claws wrenching through the fabric of his suit, his back feet dangling just off the floor.  There was a low gasp across the club, a screech of chairs and a clattering of silverware, but all Socrates could do was clutch Carbucketty closer as Gareth stiffened against his shoulder, fighting the instinct to bury his face in his mentor’s fur.  “Now you listen to me,” the henchqueen was hissing, teeth bared inches from Jones’s whiskers.  “You’re not as smart as you think you are, so I’m gonna be crystal clear.  That tall bastard with the patch over his eye—I’ve got a score to settle with him, and I’m not gonna let some old creampuff get in my way.  So unless you wanna be a smear on the wall, I suggest you tell me where he is.”

“Whatever score you two have is no affair of mine,” Jones retorted, not a hint of fear in his voice.  If anything, he sounded like he was merely scolding one of his nephews for tracking in mud.  “What’s more, I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re—”

A paw clamped around his throat stole the end of the sentence.  “Think harder,” Zephrya snarled.  “Or do I have to go through every tom in here to find him?”

“By y-yourself?”  Jones had just enough air to scoff.  “Hardly.”

There was a horrible yowl of frustration and disgust, and Jones was thrown bodily to the ground as Zephyra folded over like a jackknife in anticipation, claws scraping even louder.  This was the final straw for the clubgoers, and Socrates could see many of them starting to rise from their tables in outrage.  Carbucketty tried to crane his neck to see, but Socrates hurriedly nudged him back down.  The first to reach Zephyra was an enormous tabby queen who could have easily given Pallas a hard time just from muscle alone.  Within moments, she’d swiped out with one massive paw and sent Zephyra skidding across the floor.  Howling like a fury now as many onlookers clapped paws over their ears, Zephyra charged again, but her opponent was ready for her.  The two queens struggled across the foyer, slashing and throwing and filling what had once been a peaceful space with a hellish din, until finally Zephyra was forced to retreat, holding one front leg to her chest.  She tore off into the night with a warbling caterwaul, weakly promising revenge, and Socrates heaved what felt like the biggest sigh of relief of his life when the sound faded.  He couldn’t tell how long the fight had lasted, but he could feel himself aging five lives every second… thank Heaviside they were safe now.

A lull of shock lay over the Stage and Screen for a moment.  Then a few stray whispers grew into full volume, and everyone went back to their meals and conversations, determined to act like nothing had happened.  Jones rose very gingerly from the floor, wringing out his tail like a wet towel and readjusting his monocle.  “I do despise making a scene like this,” he muttered before drawing himself up to his full height.  “Thank you, Phaedra… oh, dear, your eye,” he exclaimed, reaching up a paw to an ugly-looking scratch under her eye.

Phaedra merely brushed it aside, her touch surprisingly dainty.  “It’ll heal.  And we won’t be seeing her around again, don’t worry.  You all right, Jones?”

“Nary a scratch except for this poor shirtfront,” he replied with a wry chuckle, pulling down the torn garment under his jacket and giving it a swipe as if to clean off some dirt.  “Thank goodness I have more than just the one.  You boys can come out now,” he added, calling out over his shoulder.  “The coast is well clear.”

Socrates had to peel his back from the underside of the counter, but Gareth and Carbucketty wasted no time running over.  Gareth got to Jones first and grabbed his paw in both of his as if trying to comfort him, concern radiating through his little frame.  “You sure you’re okay, Mister Jones?  We could go get Cori and Tanto if you need them.”

“Yeah, she really could have kicked your—” a quick reproachful look from Gareth, and Carbucketty changed tack—“I mean, she really could have hurt you just now!”  Both Socrates and Phaedra couldn’t help chuckling, and Phaedra gave the kitten’s shoulder a little scratch before returning to her perch.

“Oh, I’ll be quite all right, lads.  You don’t get to be my age—or my size, for that matter—without learning how to take a few knocks, eh?”  He patted the front of his still-pristine waistcoat in satisfaction before raising his head to Socrates.  “And thank you for the warning, my boy.  Not a moment too soon, I should say.”

Socrates shook his head, still feeling both very heavy and very lightheaded as he put a paw on his Trainees’ shoulders.  “I just wish we could have gotten here faster.  I’m sorry you got mixed up in all this, sir—it wasn’t yours or anyone else’s battle.”

“Just consider it a favor repaid.  I, ah…”  He suddenly looked a bit bashful, at least as much as his pride would allow.  “I suddenly find myself in a position of… being able to do things the right way, after a fashion.  Seems only fair, doesn’t it?”

So that’s what this was all about…  “We don’t expect favors from family, sir.  Old Deuteronomy would tell you that, so I’m telling you that.  Just you coming to see us is favor enough.”

“Yes, well… don’t you lot stay away long either.  You know these doors are always open.  Especially for more pleasant circumstances.”  He cleared his throat, visibly regaining some of his composure.  “But I suppose you’ll be moving on for the night?”

“We have to, I’m afraid.  I have to get these two to bed, but we’ll be back soon.”

“We promise we will, Mister Jones!” Gareth piped up, still holding his paw.

“I’ll be holding you boys to that.  And please, just call me Bustopher—family needn’t stand on ceremony, after all.”  And with an affectionate pat to both kittens’ heads and a paw reclaimed and laid on Socrates’ shoulder, Bustopher escorted them both out of the club in a much friendlier manner.

[bixbythemartian]

I wanna know what happens when the cat witch goes back to the zoo

So do I! Other part here

It took a while to get my schedule sorted out. Taking on a bunch of new responsibilities will do that, I suppose. And I ended up taking a job at a cat clinic in my neighborhood because, even though I just work the front, I’m good at soothing the cats and getting them to comply (as much as cats ever do). I guess Olivia, the old cat witch, used to work there, and so they needed someone new.

No, she’s fine. I promise. I said that wrong. 

She’s fine, she’s old but she’s pretty spry. Cats have no sense of time, and Olivia wanted whoever came next to have an apprenticing period. Cat witches tend to live longer than most standard people, she’s counting on making her century apparently. I see Miss Betsy on the regular, she’s an ornery old cat, and more likely to pass away before her owner. 

Olivia and I made a deal, that whatever cat she has when she passes, I’ll take on, she’s even written a will about it. There’s some other stuff she wants me to have, so she gave it to me. Says I’m doing all her legwork, so I oughta have it. Heh.

Nice thing about working the clinic is I can take Pookie to work with me. The difficult part is that Pookie now believes that anytime I leave the house without her I’m committing a crime. So it was like half an hour before I’d reassured Pookie that no, really, they won’t let her into the zoo, sorry kitten.

Lions? They’re gossips. Each of them had to tell me what the others had been doing. 

The tigers were really prey driven, kept getting distracted by small moving animals, but they like the zoo well enough. The staff occasionally give them odd shaped things full of meat to play with, they love that. 

Cheetahs are serious, if a little anxious. They wanted to talk about my roles and responsibilities and how I was holding up and to check back in with them.

The fishing cats could smell the cat treats I had on me (I carry them out of habit) and were curious about them, but they all decided that the fresh meat they got was better. 

Pallas cats are absolute no less hilarious when you can talk to them, let me assure you. They are as salty as you’d expect. 

At some point a zoo worker noticed me talking to the cats and that they seemed to listen to me, and approached me.

“Um, do you know, uhm, Olivia?” he asked, all nerves.

“Olivia Walker?”

“You do. You- are you like her?”

“Yeaaaaah, in some ways,” I said.

He sighed in relief. “The male lion, Huey, is back in medical and he’s being... obstructionist. You think you could talk to him?”

“How many regulations would we break?”

“Oh, I don’t know off hand,” he said. “But will you?”

“Sure, why not.”

He led me to a secret zoo tunnel to a place behind the Lion’s Pride, where there was a pacing male lion who looked definitely ill. “Tell me what you need to do, and what you need him to do.”

I got a quick overview from the vet, who looked alarmed but complied.

I crouched on the straw strewn floor next to the cage, and got a dirty look for my troubles. “How bad is your tooth hurting?”

“The cat witch,” he said. “You found your calling.”

“Yep. You remember?”

“You did not know us.”

“I do now. And I’m worried about your tooth.”

“It is agony,” he said, and roared. 

“It’s making you real sick.” Broken and infected. They didn’t want to shoot him with a dart gun unless they had to, it was too imprecise.

“I am dying.”

I sighed. “I know it’s hard when you’re in pain, but these are good people, and they want to help. They’re going to take the tooth out and give you medicine to help you feel better, so you can get back to doin lion things.”

He snorted. “I want turkey.”

“I’ll see what they can do.”

“Very well.” He settled, laid down.

The vet moved in, and I stepped back, and glanced at the guy who’d snagged me in the first place. “He wants turkey.”

He laughed. “No problem.”

I gave him my phone number in case this comes up again, and I’ve got free season passes for the zoo, now. He also wants me to email him if the cats tell me something I think zoo staff should know. 

Huey did fine for his little dental operation and is expected to make a full recovery in no time.

I got some turkey for Pookie too, and told her about the lion. She wants it to be known that she thinks he’s a big baby. 

(I did not remind her about that time she stepped on a bee and was convinced her leg was going to fall off.)

[thepallas]

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HFDGYDD HOW HE SMOL. HOW HE A SMOL DEMON

// Weeeelll, lemme use this as an opportunity to ramble about his early days. >>

   I’d imagine that he was “born” at some point. He has parents, but they do not see the ‘parent role’ as we do. They gave him life in hopes to have a powerful offspring, maybe sort of as a weapon or to be a part of the allies in case there was conflict among the demons. I believe demons do not see the need to take care of the offsprings cause they need to learn, adapt and prove their strength. He would be released into the human world rather early on and left with no guidance. (Parents come back just once in a couple ages, like ‘sup’ how ya doin?’. Since he’d figure out how to shift and use his corruption on his own, at one point his mother would teach him how to use the succubus side of his powers).

   I believe for the first several decades he’d be in this sort of “killer state” where the only goal is to feed and survive (soon he’d learn that hiding in necessary for the latter). Since Pallas is a shapeshifter, he’d be constantly switching forms to whatever living being he sees, learning what they are and how everyone else react to them. When he finally “comes to his senses” and starts to comprehend the world around him, Pallas would be incredibly curious to learn about everything. At that time he still wouldn’t be strong enough to take big shapes, so he’d turn into smaller animals, study their behavior (ya know to look believable). Human behavior (and humans in general) are way more complex, so it would be harder to master. He’d figure that the best way to learn about them is to be around them and interact with them (ya know, to learn by observing), so that’s where the human child form would get into play. I guess he’d look weird at first, but he’d get a hang of it rather quickly. Plus u know, kids sometimes do weird stuff, so it’s less suspicious. At first it would bother him a bit that humans always seem to be concerned about a child wandering alone, but soon he’d figure that it’s a great way to get inside their homes, to get some human food, to warm up, to get new clothes even and well, some souls too. Ah, also he’d quickly learn that humans don’t favor his kind, since they’d be scared/would try to harm/hunt him down after he’d use his powers/would show some demonic features/shift in front of them. He’d learn how to lie very early cause of that.. Creating this persona.. Oh, and he’d make up tons of different, names for himself (some that he had heard, some absolutely from his mind), would switch genders, would sometimes stay at people’s places as a puppy/ a kitten/other house animal that they would this is a stray. He’d learn what animals humans like more than the others and stuff. Pallas would be very eager to learn about humans, the world and himself... he’d be a very curious lil demon in general.

   Even current Pallas could shift into a child, but he greatly prefers his adult forms. Yes, people easily trust kids, but the shape is very limiting and now he has many other ways to gain their trust, charm and manipulate them.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas and Telurin - Hot Springs (Part 6)

Part of a roleplay story with Telurin’s player. Telurin considers his conflicted feelings about continuing to be Pallas’s guardian, indirectly putting the anchorite in danger from his own death knight compulsions. The following day on the road, Pallas suggests they stop at a natural hot springs. Pallas encourages Telurin to join him in the warm water, and their attraction to one another comes to light. (Advisory for some erotic content.)

“You’ve been very good to me so far, Pallas.” Telurin croons, his eyes alight with mischievous desire. “Surely there is something you want from me.”

"I, I want..." The priest flushes periwinkle blue. The Death Knight is making him /say/ something like this. Pallas eyes Telurin almost shyly, "I want to suck your cock... And I want you to order me to do it, Telurin. I want you to take control." Pallas could hardly believe Telurin has gone and made him say something so dirty. It's all the Death Knight's fault.

Telurin chuckles, his eye half lidded in pleasure. Oh, how fun this one will be, when he barely can say what it is he wants. Really, how could he refuse such a request? He removes his hand from the other man almost reluctantly and sits up, grabbing him roughly by the chin and looking into his eyes, seeking consent as well as the intensity of his desire.

"Do you really want to be under my control, little Anchorite? Do you think your title will somehow save you from the worst of my desire? That I will not hesitate to hold your head down on my cock until you choke if you do not please me fast enough? On your knees, Pallas." Telurin's voice goes low and dangerous as he speaks, and he punctuates it by letting go of Pallas's chin and sliding out from under him, not quite toppling him over. He stands, and looms over Pallas, his erection full, curving slightly back towards him at the head, only a small dusting of hair curled tightly at its base, neatly trimmed.

Whether intentionally or no, Telurin's growling, dangerous voice only seems to make Pallas grow hotter in the cheeks and his pupils dilate. It would seem the priest had been completely honest in his wish. He wanted to see what was on the other side of Telurin's carefulness. He knew there was a side the other man was hiding, possibly a dark side. The Anchorite wanted a taste of it, the same he wanted all of this frightening, dark man.

Telurin stands, and Pallas whimpers faintly, slipping down to his knees to be at face level with the Death Knight's nethers. Pallas had, in fact, wondered if Telurin's genitals worked any more. Clearly, some Death Knights were more than capable of getting a raging hard-on, despite no longer possessing a heartbeat. However, Pallas knew they could also control the blood in their bodies to great effect.

It was a mystery that would have to wait another time. Blushing, Pallas reached out with his slender little fingers, lightly stroking Telurin's huge thighs before moving on to his shaft. He gives it a few little strokes, then shyly leans forward to administer kitten-licks to the tip.

Telurin's tail sways idly and he gives Pallas what he considers to be ample time to right himself and become better acquainted with said raging hard-on. That sway turns to lashing as Pallas's first touches are hesitant, his lips not even meeting his skin. He grabs him by the crest and tilts his head up so that Pallas is forced to look at his eyes, and how serious he is when he says,

"Are you trying to test me? This is what you wanted, is it not? To suck my cock? Yet you are as nervous as a virgin. Do it properly, Pallas, or you will not enjoy the outcome." Telurin's thumb brushes against Pallas's temple, and then he releases the man, tail still lashing behind him.

Pallas had been mentally preparing himself for whether or not he could actually fit his mouth around Telurin's engorged manhood. When he had made his request, he had failed to take that detail into consideration. Telurin is larger than Boros was, but not by too much, Pallas thinks to himself, when Telurin grows impatient and seizes Pallas by a horn.

Pallas blushes at the Death Knight's scolding. "Y-yes, Sir." He is released, and uncertainly faces down Telurin's cock once again. The Death Knight sounds terribly impatient, he'd better at least try to get his mouth around that thing. Nervously Pallas leaned forward, kissing the sides of Telurin's shaft once or twice before parting his lips and tentatively trying to take the other man into his mouth.

How can Telurin have a boner when he's dead. The logistics of it still dogged the priest.

It's no wonder Telurin's as hard as he is, Pallas has been teasing him all evening, and the Light-play only inflamed his desire. Telurin makes a small, pleased sound at the 'Sir,' and his tail stops its frustrated lashing, curling around his leg. His cock bobs at the kisses, smacking against Pallas's face. Telurin has not considered that Pallas is /intimidated/ by his size, but he does place his hand on the Anchorite's head in encouragement as he makes the attempt.

The priest heard that happy little purr at being called 'Sir'. He tried to think back to when they had first met. He seemed to recall he had called Telurin 'Sir' upon their first meeting, but the Death Knight hadn't enjoyed it and requested that he be called by his name alone, which Pallas had done ever since.

This duality was fascinating to Pallas. 'Are you unable to be yourself?' the priest wondered. 'Did being changed make controlling that part of you that much more difficult? Is that why you are always so careful, and you try to keep someone connected to the Light at your side? It must be a hard way to live.'

Pallas closes his eyes and tries to relax his throat, moving himself in increments down Telurin's cock. He was unable to fit the entire length. The priest placed a hand at the base, starting to draw him back the other way slowly. It's a pretty sight, watching this Anchorite trying to manage his dick between his wet lips. His face looks more placid now, because he felt sympathetic.

Telurin himself never thinks of such things, but Pallas may notice that he's in a completely different headspace than his usual icy-gripped control. Is he playing a role he enjoys, or is this the only time he allows his true personality to shine through in Pallas's presence?

He watches as Pallas finally begins to wrap his lips around his cock with a groan. The sight of the slender Anchorite kneeling at his hooves, trying valiantly to swallow him down is a powerful one, no matter if he cannot manage to take him in completely.

"There, that's it, my little kitten." He croons, "Do you know how beautiful you look on your knees before me? How warm your lips are...?" He continues in this vein, keeping up a running litany of increasingly dirty thoughts and praise.

Telurin starts to talk dirty. Pallas thinks it's just about the most sexy thing he's heard in any recent time he can remember. He shivers, his eyes shut and his face flushing another shade of pale blue while he tries to manage his mouthful of Death Knight flesh.

The priest wonders where Telurin picked up such language. Was he always so lascivious, even as a Vindicator? Did becoming a Death Knight change something within him? He might have to ask that in the future.

For now, he gives himself over entirely to the task of pleasuring Telurin's cock. The priest bobs his head slowly, drawing the tight seal of his lips over the Death Knight's length and flicking the underside with his tongue. The act is arousing to himself as well. This was something he was familiar with, and enjoyed.

Pallas is certainly skilled, and Telurin's words momentarily trail into moans as he feels the little Anchorite’s tongue work. His fingers curl into Pallas's hair, holding his head in place. Definitely skilled.

"Mmmm....So you have done this before. Light, it's a wonder you don't have anyone you wish at your beck and call already...." Telurin lets go of Pallas's hair to trail his fingers down his face, over those hollowed out cheeks and down the lines of his throat.

Pallas's brows drew together in faint disagreement. Was Telurin implying that he went about giving other big, muscly guardian draenei sexual favors? Unfortunately having the Death Knight's cock in his mouth effectively shuts him up, at least this time. He could attempt to form a mental connection, but this did not feel like the right time. It might freak Telurin out and destroy the mood. Different people reacted to having their minds touched differently.

The priest makes a faint little moan, struggling to take more of Telurin into his mouth and cause the Death Knight to make more shockingly indecent sounds. He really is trying to work up the Death Knight, which may or may not be a wise course of action.

"You have no idea how badly I want you in this moment..." Pallas is certainly working up the death knight, and his words once again trail off as an even greater amount of his length comes in contact with the warm heat of the little priest’s mouth. It's good enough that he gives into the sensation, letting his desire get away with him until he realizes he's too close the edge, that he simply cannot take much more and still function, so he says, with some reluctance as he resumes his grip on Pallas's crest, "Pallas, stop, that is enough...."

Pallas slides back and off of Telurin's saliva-coated erection. It's still interesting to him that the Death Knight's cock is so swollen, but lacking in the usual warmth it would have if it were living.

The priest nods faintly. He does, in fact, have some idea of how badly Telurin may want him, for he has come to crave the Death Knight as well. Pallas rises to his hoofs and steps over to his discarded robe. He fishes around in a pocket for a moment before withdrawing a little vial of oil. He returns to Telurin and hands it to the Death Knight. "Use this, please." he murmurs.

Pallas stands up on the tips of his hoofs to kiss Telurin. Watching the other man, he then started to walk a small distance away. There was a decently-sized boulder by the water's edge. That would have to do.

"Prepared for everything, are you?" Telurin says into the kiss, returning it hungrily. He had been resigned to the fact that regardless of what else happened, penetration would have to wait until later, or possibly never, if the Anchorite had come to his senses between now and the next time they reached civilization. He hadn't expected Pallas to be prepared for just this scenario, going so far as to keep a vial of oil in his pockets. Cheeky bastard, he thinks with more than a little affection. He's lost in his thoughts, in this carnal paradigm shift that Pallas gets a few paces away from him before Telurin realizes that he's done so. With a growl, he closes the distance and catches the smaller man by the shoulder, spinning him around.

"And where did you think you were going, Pallas?" he says, holding him still by the arms, close enough to touch.

[spoopy-action-at-distance]

You can see the kitten having a checkup and later playing in this video about the Korkeasaari Pallas cats. There's English subtitles too.

(A translation of the title: "Pallas cat love holiday bears fruit - manul kitten born in Korkeasaari!")

A baby Pallas cat was born in the Helsinki Zoo, look at this tiny baby who bleps!

The Korkeasaari Zoo celebrated the birth of its first pallas cat and they gave the news on 10 august 2023 but the kitten in the photo is already 2 months old and she is healthy.

While the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) categorizes the Pallas cat as a species of "least concern," their numbers in the wild have been declining. These cats inhabit the vast and harsh grasslands and mountain steppes of Central Asia. Manuls are part of European zoos' conservation programs aimed at safeguarding their future. Korkeasaari Zoo contributes to the protection of wild manuls during this year's "Night of the Cats."

[fantroll-purgatory]

@plumb1tes

This is my Athena Troll! Hope you like her ^u^

YES with the 80′s businesswoman vibe! Love her!

FIRST: Alternia or Beforus or some type of AU?

Ok, this is a WIP AU where twelve trolls (based off of Greek Gods) play sgrub, and their planet is pretty similar to Alternia in terms of enforcing the hemospectrum and the like. This troll is based off of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war (the tactical side of it)

Name (preferably include how you came up with it and why): Athine Pallas (Athine from the goddes’s name, Athena. Pallas is from the extra title that some address Athena, as some call her Athena Pallas.)

Hmmmm I worry that this name tips its hand a little too readily? Athena’s got a lot of epithets besides “Pallas,” many of which serve an actual function of her role as a goddess. Based on your description, I think the best ones to use for her are Atrytone, “The Unweariying,” and Promachos, “She Who Fights in Front.”

So maybe…Atryon Pachos? Also keeps her initials the same.

Age: 7 sweeps (almost 8)

Strife Specibus: shieldKind (Can be throwable, and its quite high-tech, like Captain America’s. It has retractable razors on the rim of the shield, and circles back after thrown like a boomerang.)

God I love this! As CD pointed out, Athena from borderlands has a rad shield that might be fun to use as a visual anchor!

Fetch Modus: Not really great with these, but puzzlemodus seems to fit her, as she likes solving problems.

I kinda like giving her Jade’s Pictionary Modus since Athena is a also a goddess of handicrafts.

Blood color: Teal

Symbol and meaning: It’s an astrology sign of Minerva, Athena’s roman counterpart.

Love it! It already fits tealblood sign language pretty well! I may add a line and open up the upper loop a little but I think it’s good to go!

Trolltag: adroitExarch

You’ll see below that I’ve offered suggestions to modify her ancestor’s title, but I still like this trolltag since it sets up a desire to rise above her station.

Quirk: She doesn’t use any other punctuation other than a period. It’s to show her monotone voice. (If you have any suggestions I’m glad to hear some!)

Nah, I think this works! Troll quirks don’t have to be super complicated. If you wanna add a fun one, maybe she extends her “oo” sounds into “ooo” when she’s over-excited, sort of like an owl hoot!

ex: “Whooo the fuck do yooou think yooou are?”

Special Abilities (if any):

Lusus: An owl, which is sacred to Athena. She was a mentor to Athine, and raised her without much fighting, as Athine was a pretty composed grub. However as Athine gets older, she spends less time with Owlmom, and doesn’t really listen to her advice as much due to believing she’s smart enough to not need it, becoming absorbed into studying due to wanting to be a general, like her ancestor. Owlmom loved Athine, and felt pretty sad about being ignored. She grew a bit mischievious, and would frequently cause trouble to get Athine to pay attention to her.

Personality: The first thing to describe Athine: logical to a fault. She is a pretty unemotional person, and responds to questions with the most logical answer she can think of. Athine is an ambitious person, and a go-getter. She doesn’t want to settle with being a legislacerator, even though she assumes she’d be a pretty good one. She has her sight on being the general of the emperor’s army. With her perception and intelligence, she gained a decently sized ego, though it’s much more subtle than others in her session (*cough cough* the Aphrodite troll *cough*).

I wanna MEET the Aphrodite troll!

Athine is also a pretty irritable person, but most of her frustration is directed at her lusus’s mischief, and tries not to lose her cool in front of her group if she can help it. She is a pretty professional person, and almost always reacts to situations with an apathetic demeanor. This doesn’t mean she’s emotionless, but she prefers to not have her feelings cloud her judgement on others.

God yeah she’s a Dersite.

Athine is confident in herself as a leader, and is good at ordering others to work in order to achieve a goal. She’s definitely not a personable troll, nor is she very friendly, but is able to quickly make decisions in the heat of the moment. She is very no nonsense, and has no sense of humor most of the time. While she thinks herself as a good leader, if a friend were to be harmed by her own judgement or decisions unintentionally, she would be quite remorseful and critical of herself for a long time.

Interests: She loves to play chess, and has played it since she was a grub. Athine is also pretty studious, and likes to gain knowledge that will benefit her or her group, though she doesn’t really like trivial knowledge, or information that isn’t useful to her.

Athine likes to play FLARP with the Ares troll of their session, being a pretty formidable duo (him being the one that does most of the actual fighting, and her giving him orders. This is symbolic of the fact that Ares and Athena are two sides of war; Ares is the brutal fighting, and Athena is the tactical planning.)

Honestly if I could add something? Include weaving. She’s the goddess of warfare and of handicrafts, and her weaving competition with Arachne is one of the more famous myths with which she’s associated. Also much like tactical warfare, weaving requires immense pre-planning and rapid adjustment if you mess up.

Ansestor: The Exarch. A supreme general that squashed rebellions, leaded fleets of soldiers to victory, and the Emperor’s right hand woman. Her story was a pretty well-known one, and it is from her ancestor that Athine aspired to become as brilliant as her, and wanted to become a general instead of a legislacerator. Athine greatly respects and admired her ancestor, and wishes to be just like her.

Man I like the concept but troll rules as far as we know still state that ancestor titles be eight letters long. If we go a rank above Exarch, we get Patriarch, which actually matches the correct number? Whether you wanna change it to Matriarch or not is up to you, but I like Patriarch since it lines up with Athena wanting to be on the level of her male contemporaries. As CD points out, a common feminist criticism is that Athena favors men in her stories but also like…men wrote those myths, so…

But the point stands. I especially feel like this fits her because you’d expect army generals to be purplebloods or violetbloods, both of which are apparently male-dominated castes.

Title: Thief of Mind (I think this suits her pretty well, but if you believe you found another one that suits her, I’m all ears.)

I…honestly think she might be a Space player? Tactical warfare and handicraft have a lot to do with manipulating space, and while I admit that I’m the one who included weaving, Space definitely has an association with fashion (Just look at Kanaya and Jade, the most fashionable characters in Homestuck).

Given her desire to be this flawless leader, I think Heir of Space is a fitting title? Especially since the inverse, Mage of Time, also lines up with the character you gave her.

Land: Any suggestions?

Yes! Land of Spiders and Frogs. Given the Arachne myth, I can’t imagine she’s a fan of ‘em. Also lets you design a very witchy-looking planet, which is fun since Athena is also worshiped as an aspect of the Goddess in Wicca. Go wild! Put some crystals on it! And Hoo BOY is frog breeding the perfect task for her! It’s literally all about pre-visualization and intense strategy.

Dream Planet: Derse

Yep yep. With her new classpect, that would make her Liga, sign of the Dogged. I think it suits her real well, and incorporating it into her original sign is as easy as adding just a couple lines. Let’s go to the redesign!

My redesign was pretty heavy handed, partly because of how well-designed she is in the first place. Sometimes it’s like, I could just textually give you one suggestion or go absolutely crazy with it.

So CD and I have a running theory that tealbloods are all designed after college kids of some kind. But the lady on the left doesn’t look like she goes to my college! She looks like she’s mock-interviewing me and keeps scribbling way too many notes after each of my answers and never changes expression.

She’s 7 sweeps old. She should look like a teenager. So I wanted to design the girl that might eventually grow up to be the woman on the left. And who becomes an 80′s powersuited war general? A 70s college feminist, potentially. I based the design on the right on Gloria Steinem, who was really weirdly upfront about working for the CIA because it was “liberal, nonviolent, and honorable” lol. Let’s go top to bottom!

Hair - Original is heavily edited from Sollux’s hair, of all people (I admit to being very weak when it comes to spriting hair with limited volume), while the new version is from a naphal sprite sheet. Gloria Steinem had iconically highlighted hair and I wanted to nod to that.

Eyes - whenever we talk about a “wise owl” we usually see a cartoon owl with a graduation cap, a set of comically large glasses, and a pointer. I wanted to give her glasses to make her look more owlish while keeping the downcast condescending look from the original.

Lips(/Heels) - I wanted to add a little bit of college-y rebellion to her aesthetic and felt the best way to do that was to play on the trope of “lipstick as red as the blood of her enemies.” Instead, she’s sporting a seadweller-purple lip and a matching kitten heel, to make it clear she’s gonna chew ‘em up and stomp on ‘em.

Shirt - I was listening to Death By Glamour on loop when I sprited the left side to get in the mood for those shoulders. On the right I simplified a lot. Gloria Steinem usually wore plain shirts with high-waisted pants, which was easy enough to edit from your original.

Symbol - made it a little bigger and added two internal horizontal lines to reference Liga

So that’s my very indulgent review of your troll! I hope you like some of the suggestions I made!

-TR

[bwoahtastic]

You wanted cute things, so here I am!

- Seb and Nicky get into momma's makeup and paint their faces with it. They look a bit like drunk clowns but they're so sweet and so proud that Toto and Nico just laugh

- the whole family go on a trip to an art gallery. Nicky adores the art so Toto lifts him up so he can see each one properly and explains the stories behind them. Meanwhile Seb drags Nico from room to room looking for the goriest paintings

- Nico does his triathlon, and toto takes Seb and Nicky to cheer him on with Kimi (and maybe Tonio). They make glittery signs to encourage him, and cheer as he crosses the finish line. Nicky hands Nico and Jenson little paper medals that they wear next to their actual medals. Afterwards, Nico invites Jenson to dinner with them and Jenson spends the entire time flirting outrageously with Kimi (and Tonio if he's there)

- Seb is fascinated by checo and the Pallas kittens next door. When he sees them standing on their tails for warmth he wants to try, but ends up hurting himself or tripping over every time until checo finally teaches him to do it properly

- Kimi babysits when Toto and Nico go out for dinner or to one of Toto's work events, and they end up turning the living room into a giant pillow fort. They use all the sheets, blankets and pillows in the house, and mousy brings all of his stuffies, some crayons and a jar of Nutella down into the nest. Seb insists that he's much more grown up, which is why he's brought only two stuffies, plus his race cars and a story book into the nest. When Nico and Toto get back, they find the pups climbing all over Kimi, and instead of taking the fort down, they climb into the nest

- Seb, Dan, and Britta playing on the swings at the park and trying to see who can go the highest. Dan goes really high but falls and breaks his hand. Seb is really scared and wants to cry but doesn't because he wants to be tough for Danny. Dan goes to the hospital and gets a cast which means he can't play as much. Seb and Britta immediately change their games so that he can, and Dan even lets them draw on his cast

PLS ANON I LOVE YOU

- nicky finding Nico's pretty makeup and taking it to seb! He really wants to put it on but has to check with big brother if he thinks momma will be mad! They put the makeup on and show momma after and Nico is a little surprised but just smiles and takes pics of then cos they look cute! (He does hide his expensive stuff on the top shelf after lol)

- pls papa toto having Nicky on his shoulder, little hands patting his hair as he asks papa to read the signs next to the paintings! Toto would love having this quality time with sweet pinky, and nicky is squeaking so happy the while time! Meanwhile Seb is zooming snd making momma come along and judt wants to see the most gruesome stuff lmaooo

- nico being nervous for his triathlon and he doesn't know his whole family is coming tovcheer him on! Toto is there with the kids, Kimi is there and Tonio came along (with maxy?) And checo is there with the kitties! Nico tears up a little seeing them all there and grins as everyone fusses over him and Nicky gives him the paper medal. And jenson is in awe when he gets one too and mousy pats his cheek a lil! And pls Jenson flirting with Kimi and Tonio cos it's a challenge and also checo gets flirted with but checo just distracts him by handing him kittens ksks

- pls the kitties being so good and wrapping their tail around them and standing on it but seb can't lol! Checo eill teach him tho, will do it happily!

- pls Kimi building the kids the biggest pillow Fort and telling them to get what they need inside! Nicky does like 7 trips to get all his plushies and a pot of Nutella with 3 spoons! And Seb tells Kimi he is a big boy so he only has 2 stuffies and Kimi needs to read him their fav book! Nivo and Toto seeing the nest and just chuckling and joining in the softness!

- plsss lil Dan breaking his arms on the swing! It scares sebby and britta a lot to see Dan in pain and crying cos the badger is alwsys so happy! But Dan comes back form the hospital and shows off his cool cast and let's them draw on it!

[youaretrue]

some modern domestic au headcanons

damen loves to cook and bake. and he makes a mean cup of coffee in the morning which laurent loves because he’s not a morning person at all.

laurent is really bad at ironing shirts. so he gets like half his shit dry cleaned and damen thinks it’s ridiculous.

laurent is always chilly and damen is always hot so they compromise by turning the heat down and buying a thickass comforter for laurent to cocoon in. when it’s not enough warmth he curls around damen at night like an octopus. damen never ever complains.

laurent likes to decorate their home with sleek, minimalist designs and art, damen loves antiques and kitschy knick-knacks. but their favorite room is the one with the brick fireplace and wrap around sofa big enough for them both to stretch out on.

laurent loves to have his hair played with. constantly. and he’s not above just laying his head in damen’s lap like a kitten to get what he wants.

damen’s favorite is shoulder massages and feet rubs. laurent does not particularly enjoy feet but he’ll do it for damen and damen only.

sometimes they eat kraft macaroni naked in bed and watch america’s next top model marathons on sunday’s after they’ve made love all morning long.

nikandros gets them this fancy waffle maker for a housewarming gift and they never use it. damen feels pretty guilty about it. but laurent’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

they have game nights once a month. jord and nik and halvik and pallas and lazar all come over and they play poker, blackjack, and rummy. laurent’s a fucking card shark though so they stopped playing for real money a loooooong time ago.

damen likes to vacuum in his boxer briefs.

laurent likes to watch damen vacuum in his boxer briefs.

they have a tub big enough for two. it’s laurent’s favorite place to decompress after a hard day or week. he’ll lean back against damen’s chest and close his eyes and hum contentedly as damen touches him sweetly all over, gently washes his hair.

sometimes laurent will read to damen out loud. poetry or a chapter from the new book he just picked up or a funny internet story that cracks him up. damen will smile at him the whole time, happy just to listen, just watching laurent with love in his eyes.

they makeout like teenagers constantly. in every room of their house, whenever they feel like it. in the hallway or with laurent sitting on the counter in the kitchen, damen between his legs, or on the couch while a movie is running. and they’ll miss the ending, but they don’t even care. too busy kissing and kissing and kissing.

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Dangerous Cat Breeds That Are Still Awww

The 10 most dangerous cat breeds in the world they say dog is a man's best friend but most cat people would probably disagree these mesmerizing creatures can be just as playful cuddly and friendly as their canine counterparts well that is if they're in the mood still cats are one of the most popular pets in the world if you're considering getting one you should probably leave the following 

10 dangerous cat breeds off your list of potential candidates before we sink our claws into this list be sure to click the subscription button and ring the little notification bell so that you'll always be the first to see all the fun and informative videos coming out daily on the bright side of life number 10 Pallas's cat with a stocky build and a flat round face this feline is so fluffy that you might mistake it for a plush toy but don't fall so easily for its cuddly appearance because this is a wild cat it was named after German naturalist Peter Palace but its scientific nomenclature is Otto colobus monell Otto Calibos is a greek word meaning ugly year rude I know apparently some scientist was disgusted by the fact that this cat has around ears that sit on the sides of its head another distinct trait of Pallas's cat is its uncap like round eyes and pupils the important question is can you tame this kitty the short answer is no don't even try to pet it if you see one this wild cat which happens to be a distant relative of the leopard is not a social animal they're independent territorial and well wild plus palaces cat is classified as near threatened by the International Union for Conservation of Nature that's why this guy should be left alone and where it belongs in the wild number 9 the Savannah this cat is a crossbreed between the African servile and your common domestic house cat it has a long neck body and legs with dark brown to black spots all over its coat Savannah's can weigh from 8 to 20 pounds and live up to about 17 years or more thanks to its exotic African ancestry owning this breed will come with a hefty price tag an active and intelligent type this green-eyed beauty sometimes acts more like a dog than a cat one of its favorite activities is playing fetch and you can actually walk this cat on a leash and here's the real kicker it loves to swim this cat is adventurous and curious so it's better to keep it indoors at the same time they require lots of mental and physical stimulation you also need an infinite amount of patience to deal with their playfulness and mischievous behavior expect turned on faucets open cabinets broken dishware nor the furniture and your toilet being turned into their own private pool so basically it's an adorable poltergeist the Savannah can also be quite aggressive towards strangers especially when they're young so yes you can keep Savannah's as pets but this breed is definitely not for first-time cat owners number 8 the Chow sea also known as the Nile cat this breed is a cross between an Abyssinian domestic cat and a jungle cat you can probably guess by the nickname that this cat comes straight out of Egypt it's a wild ancestor the jungle cat is the very one that the Egyptians worshipped male Chelsea's can weigh up to 25 pounds while females get up to 20 it has a slender yet muscular body giving the species an overall athletic built just like the Savannah this cat can be put on a leash and likes to play fetch the chassis is not a laid-back lap cat they're playful and assertive so you have to constantly keep them busy with toys and undivided attention ciao seas are perfect for experienced cat owners and families with older children because of its curious and outgoing nature it's best if you have a lot of space like a fenced-in backyard to avoid any mishaps inside your home number 7 the jungle cat all right let's talk about the prized pet of the ancient Egyptians the jungle cat its scientific name is Felice cows but it also goes by the swamp Lynx swamp cat or Reed cat while the name would have you think otherwise this cat does not live in the jungle but rather in wetlands with dense vegetation it's a medium sized feline that can weigh up to 20 pounds like any other wild cat this breed is independent and solitary therefore it can be hard to tame and domesticate it even if you raise one from kitten hood the jungle cat is also an energetic active and predatory sort they can even pounce on birds that are about to take off this cat can be aggressive too in fact there have been cases of jungle cats attacking and clawing people that got a little too close for comfort number six the Abyssinian while we're on the topic we might as well mention that shell sees other ancestor it may seem regal and poised at first glance but don't let the Abyssinian fool you this cat has a really outgoing and playful personality the Abbey is one of the oldest domesticated cat breeds believed to originate from Abyssinia which is modern-day Ethiopia most expert nowadays cite Egypt as the breeds place of origin