#she has feral cat energy

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Caleb and Evelyn posting <3

I just think they're a little silly, goofy even

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@nicolajpg is always blessing me with the most beautiful art of these two

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random OC ask: say your OC is a love interest (in BG3 or a relationship-heavy game format of your choosing) — what does their first romance or "deepening the relationship" cutscene look like?

Ooohohooho this is a fun one, why not both?

I think Siobhan’s act one story would be her overcoming her fiercely independent streak. Think a “you don’t have to shoulder your burdens alone” type thing. So her romance or relationship scene would reflect this.

I really like the idea of playing with wild shape for character development so the first relationship cutscene would be the player finding an unfamiliar cat (you can recognize her with an insight check) and approaching it. You get these options:

1. Shoo it away (-3)

2. Hold out your hand and beckon it closer (+3)

3. (Passed insight) “Hello Siobhan, having a nice stroll? (+5)

4. Attack (she leaves the party)

5. Leave (-1)

All of these options lead to her dismissing her wildshape and answering you, the scene ends with her either surprised you recognized her and were kind to her or grumpy at being dismissed (she’s crying out for attention by turning into a very cute cat and being passive aggressive about it). After this one of her camp idle animations can be her preening as a cat at her tent.

Her first romance specific scene would be after the tiefling party like the others (with the potential to be triggered early with high approval) Your dialogue would be pretty standard hero fare like

“I’m glad we were able to balance the grove, silvanus must be pleased”

or

“It is shameful kagha turned to the shadows but we did what must be done to restore the grove”

The romantic lines you would get would be something like

“without you by my side it wouldn’t have been quite so easy”

and

“perhaps I could keep you by my side a little longer tonight?”

She would answer “perhaps you can, if you can find me later” (still dodgy and passive aggressive) or if not interested “being by your side during the day is quite enough for me thank you” (dodgy and aggressive aggressive)

The scene itself would be finding her on a secluded spot of beach and going skinny dipping in the moonlight, very cinematic and all. Her ending dialogue would be something like “had I known you were a man/woman/hero of these talents I would have let you stick you nose into my business sooner. Now let’s get some rest.” (entendre intended, she really is grateful to have found a friend in you but she doesn’t know how to tell you).

[jellicle-shifters-au]

CATS OC Week: Day 6 - Garbo

OC based on a swing

for @bombawife’s cats oc week

Garbo, First Protector of the Jellicles, retired Eleanor Martin (née Jones), city councilwoman

dedicated, tenacious, dignified

mother of Alonzo, Misto, and Victoria; older sister to Bustopher Jones; mate of Victor

former mentor to Bombalurina, current Fourth Protector

no longer serves as one of the tribe's Protectors, but still serves as a secondary matriarch with Jennyanydots and as an advisor and senior Protector

in human form, she has dark blue-gray eyes and short, loosely curled black hair streaked with silver and white

in feline form, she's a medium-hair gray-and-black chimera tabby with white; she's not as big as Bomba, just a little bit smaller

she named Victoria after Victor, which some cats had mixed feelings about (naming a kitten after a cat that had just recently died, after all), but she refused to name the white kitten anything else

when asked, will tell people that her full name is Garbanzo Bean (it's not)

she was the one who came up with Bomba’s human name, “Rina,” and is the only one who calls her that as a nickname

Garbo has a life-long fascination with humans; she finds them needlessly complex but interestingly so, what with all their intricate social rituals and subtleties and double-meanings, so many things a cat doesn't need

but she thinks it's important for the younger cats to understand these intricacies for when they start to interact with humans at an early age

she advocates for social lessons for the kittens before they go off to school for the first time, and encourages those lessons to continue throughout their schooling careers

she also encourages the younger adult cats to partake in these lessons, since, relatively speaking, they’re closer in age to the kittens and have a better idea of how human children behave (and can also share stories from their jobs)

she served a military nurse for a few years while Bustopher was also in the service; after that, she was a middle school history teacher before she retired and ran for city council

she never expected to win, but she did, and held the position for two years

most of her time there was spent watching the rest of the council rip itself to pieces (she likes to think it only stayed together because she was there and had no care for the politics of it, as interesting as it was)

"Humans will do anything for power," she would say, sipping from a glass of non-alcoholic red wine. "And I mean anything. Cats are so much simpler."

she likely ran for city council again, this time to take control of the council and get everyone in order to actually get things done

“There’s a time for work and a time for play,” she says, and this time her stint on the city council wasn’t for fun

her generation of Protectors, under her guidance, functioned like a well-oiled machine

Garbo moved in with Bustopher after Victor died, and continued living with him even after her children had moved out (she didn't like living in an empty home)

she knew of Bustopher's relationship with Grizabella (at a time when Grizabella's relationship with the rest of the cats wasn't great), and supported them whole-heartedly

she, too, would form a close relationship with Grizabella, and would often spend nights up talking with her until the early hours of the morning

[ms-demeanor]

If you're new to me yelling about this: my neighbors feed a feral cat colony but provide no other care to the colony like neuter/spay or vaccination. They free feed the cats, which attracts skunks, and they have (at the moment) about 20 cats in the colony, which attracts coyotes.

My dog has been skunked twice, she can't be outside in our yard unsupervised for even a minute because otherwise she'll try to eat cat shit because there's cat shit everywhere in my yard because the neighbors also haven't provided litterboxes or a sandbox for their ferals (their entire yard is paved) and if she has to go outside at night I need to clear the yard for coyotes before I let her out even in the small fenced area by our bedroom.

Also there are fleas fucking *everywhere* and even though my dog is on medication to prevent fleas I need to de-flea her twice a week in the summer; this is the case for every dog owner on the street.

The street I live on has a speed limit of 25mph but I hear cats getting hit frequently, so frequently that we have a resident group of crows who hang out and wait for them to become roadkill.

I have a collection of photos on my phone that show kittens with broken legs, kittens with missing eyes, kittens with horrible ear mite infections, and I have a dedicated shovel that I use for moving cat corpses that show up on my property. The cats that die on my property die from abscessed wounds from fights with other cats, respiratory infections, renal failure, and injuries from being hit by cars.

My spouse is immune compromised, and while toxoplasmosis is not a serious risk for most people, it IS a serious risk for people who are immune compromised (as are all the other infections that cats can potentially carry), which means that it's unsafe for me to grow vegetables in my yard for us to eat and it's unsafe for him to work in the yard.

I'd love to maybe open my windows at night and keep down the electricity costs of using the AC, but I can't because the entire side of my house that faces my neighbor's yard reeks of cat shit and piss year round.

Those are my next door neighbors.

Last week I was walking my dog as a neighbor around the corner was pulling out of her garage; she paused and rolled down her window and pointed at the cats on her lawn and said "Head's up, my cats are weirdly aggressive about small dogs and they just got let out so they're full of energy right now" and I nodded and crossed the street and didn't yell at my neighbor but *the temptation was there* because A) why are you letting your aggressive animals roam and B) Why are you letting your cats shit all over the neighborhood and C) Why are you exposing your owned cats to the risks of the large and territorial feral colony that is a literal stone's throw away from your house?

Anyway, and as always, Keep Your Fucking Cats Indoors.

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the cat sitter (part 15) ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x fem! reader

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loosely inspired by the story on how max lost his cat

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Okay just Tim’s cat!darling having absolute orange cat energy, like the most feral thing ever, like she has actually bitten him before and hissed at him, like she absolutely doesn’t like him

Or like one time Tim was tracking her after a heist they think she or Catwoman committed and she sees him spying through the window, it’s three in the morning and she got up to get fruit snacks and she gives him a back the hell off look before just going back to bed.

Like these videos are her

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YJmwbL/

And just replace this one with her and Tim

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YJnV4w/

OMG I did not know orange cat energy was a thing 🤣🤣I always thought stereotypical orange cat was just Garfield that's it lol!!

I can totally see reader getting more and more aggressive with Tim/Red Robin as time goes on. Sure she may still have a crush on him and thank him for her obsession with masked vigilantes and cat burglars.

But the more Tim forcefully steals kisses and hovers by her window at the most unholiest of hours. The more aggressive Reader becomes. She's not above just opening that window and trying to claw his eyes out!!

Worst is when she actually pieces together who he is, simply from the fact that he's liked all her videos and posts.

He's even left comments on her fics like 'Maybe Red Robin isn't that bad of a guy and he's just doing all these things 'cause he loves you.'

or

'my friend was saved by Red Robin once and they say he's absolutely the coolest and would be so gentle and kind to his lover.'

Reader has to bite herself to stop from writing the most graphic profanities in the reply!!

Your claws are raking over his muscles, digging into the curves and veins. Suffer, suffer, suffer. But the pain won't deter him, he still has your lips between his teeth, one hand wrapped around your neck while the other leaves bruises on your hips. Tim deepens the kiss swallowing your screams and pushing his bittersweet love down your throat.

Your knee finally finds an opening going to kick him in the stomach. But Tim only throws his head back and laughs, relishing in the pain. You scramble to crawl away, only for Tim to grab your leg and pull you back.

Your teeth are biting into his neck trying to bleed him, while he buries his face in your hair, high off your ethereal fragrance. In a swift motion, Tim straddles you using his knee to pin your hand to the hard ground. He picks up your other hand, admiring the glimmer of your claws under the moon's pale rays.

"You know kitty, it's not fair that you keep getting my blood under your claws." you stiffen, fear gleaming in your big doe eyes.

"I think it's time I get a taste of yours too, what do you say." "HELL NO" you scream, but it's too late, he drags your claws across your abdomen, moving his head to lick the stream of blood that blooms.

You utterly despise the all too pure look of satisfaction on his face. How your blood trickles from his lips. He offers you his golden boy smile and you wish you could impale yourself thoroughly.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Selina are watching from a higher rooftop. Having the most awkward and rage-filled conversation.

Batman: So, thinking of adopting any more kids? Catwoman: Only if your Robins stop driving them insane!!

Not to mention reader wakes up every day to a random present left in her room. How the hell does he keep getting in here?? Your mentor just paid for new locks and the best security system. Although you will admit you do kinda like the new perfume he got you and those strawberry chocolates were divine.

And ever since word got out that THE Tim Drake adopted son of Bruce Wayne, follows your accounts, your subscriber count has doubled! So maybe there are -unfortunately- some benefits to Tim's obsession with you. Even though you'll never admit it.

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Forty Winks Would Be Just Priceless

summary: your kid only sleeps when being driven, the diva that she is

warnings: none !

a/n: if someone could drive me around to get to sleep that would be great

word count: 1.7k

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It’s 2:47 a.m., and you’re sitting in the passenger seat of a car that you didn’t even know Leah could operate at this level of exhaustion. You’re wondering if she’s siphoning energy directly from the Devil, because that’s the only explanation. The car smells like a combination of McDonald’s fries, stale coffee, and something unidentifiable that you’re hoping isn’t some sort of roadkill under the bonnet. Your wife is behind the wheel, white-knuckling it like she’s doing 90 on the M25. In reality, she’s going 15 miles per hour around your parish.

Again.

“Is this the fifth lap or the sixth?” you ask. You’ve lost count. Somewhere around lap three, you started dissociating. The glow of the streetlights is the only indication you’re still on Earth.

“Does it matter?” Leah responds, glancing over at you with an arched eyebrow that you recognise as the look she gives opponents who try to muscle her off the ball. Leah has three moods: sweet, commanding, and “I could end you without lifting a finger.” You’re currently dealing with the third. The funny part is, she’s only this intimidating when she’s wearing a hoodie over her messy hair, dark circles framing her bloodshot eyes, which she insists is the result of “just a little” caffeine.

You eye her warily. “Maybe not,” you admit, slumping lower into the seat. You glance over your shoulder into the backseat, where Eden, your two-year-old sleep terrorist, has finally succumbed to the soothing vibrations of the Mercedes. Eden’s head is lolling to one side, mouth slightly open, and you’re just about convinced she’s auditioning to be the next exorcism case.

Leah’s been driving for about an hour now. You’re on your third consecutive night of the same routine: dinnertime is war, bath time is a ceasefire, and bedtime is a full-blown, special-ops mission with all the difficulty of invading a heavily guarded country. Eden has the upper hand. Eden is always ten steps ahead. And the only way to win is to retreat—to the car.

“I feel like we should get a second car,” you suggest, half-serious. “One specifically for these midnight missions. Maybe something with better fuel efficiency”

Leah gives you a side-eye that says, “You’re joking, right?” But you can tell she’s considering it. “Or we could teach her to fall asleep like a normal child. In her bed. At bedtime”

You snort. “Teach her? Are we raising a human or a feral cat?”

Leah doesn’t even have to respond to that. Eden is a force of nature. You’re just two unfortunate souls caught in her tiny hurricane.

“And what do we do when she grows out of this?” Leah asks, but it’s more like she’s thinking out loud. “Do we drive her to school every day just to get her to wake up?”

“Let’s just worry about surviving the next hour,” you say, looking at the clock. You remember reading somewhere that car exhaust fumes can lull a person to sleep. You briefly wonder if that’s what’s happening to you right now.

Leah clicks her tongue in thought, turning onto the next street, where a dog that clearly suffers from some kind of psychological trauma is barking at nothing. “When I was little,” she begins, “my mum would drive me around to get me to sleep, but we lived in the countryside. There were no barking dogs, just the occasional sheep”

“Well, that’s why you turned out so well-adjusted,” you remark dryly. “If Eden grows up thinking the only way to fall asleep is to go for a drive, she’s going to need therapy. Which we can’t afford, by the way, because we’ll be spending all our money on petrol”

Leah chuckles, but it’s the kind of laugh that’s a little too high-pitched to be real. “We’ll add it to the list of things she’ll blame us for when she’s older. Right next to ‘Mum used to make me eat vegetables’ and ‘Mama never let me play with knives’”

Eden lets out a little snore, and you both freeze, staring at the rearview mirror. Leah’s foot hovers over the brake pedal as if any sudden movement might wake the tiny monster in the back. You can practically hear both of you holding your breath, waiting for the inevitable cry of protest that’s sure to come the second the car stops moving.

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Eden’s snore deepens, becoming the kind of sleep sounds that suggest she’s off in dreamland, probably riding unicorns or setting fire to imaginary villages.

You relax a fraction, and so does Leah, though she’s still gripping the wheel like it’s her last lifeline. You wonder if she’s ever used this level of concentration on the pitch. You’ve never seen her miss a tackle, but this is an entirely different ball game.

“So, when do we stop?” Leah whispers. You can hear the exhaustion in her voice now, thick and sludgy like she’s been awake for a week.

You consider this. “We could keep driving until sunrise. Then she’ll wake up with the sun and think it’s a new day. Maybe it’ll reset her sleep schedule”

“Or we’ll just be perpetually exhausted and still sleep-deprived, except now we’ve got morning traffic to deal with,” Leah counters. “You know, if we were living in a different era, this could be considered some form of witchcraft. Driving around in circles at night to get a child to sleep. Someone would’ve burned us at the stake by now”

“Wouldn’t that be a relief,” you mutter, then immediately regret it, because even though you’re joking, you’re too tired to be sure.

Leah sighs. “I love her. I really do. But sometimes I wonder if we’re the ones being trained here”

“There’s no wonder about it,” you reply, deadpan. “We’re definitely the ones being trained. She’s got us figured out. We’re puppets. Eden pulls the strings, and we drive”

Leah smiles at that, though it’s more of a grimace of acknowledgment. “You know, when I said I’d do anything for her, I didn’t realise it included nighttime rally racing in a residential neighborhood”

“Should’ve read the fine print,” you say, then yawn so hard it hurts. “But hey, at least we’re doing this together, right? Quality time”

Leah glances over at you, and this time, her smile is real. It’s small, but it’s there, and it makes you feel a little less like a zombie. “Yeah,” she agrees softly. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else”

You reach over and squeeze her hand, and for a moment, there’s peace. Not the kind of peace you’ll ever find in a parenting book or one of those sanctimonious mommy blogs, but the kind that exists in the trenches, where you and Leah are currently wading through knee-deep toddler warfare.

As you turn onto yet another street that looks identical to the last, you finally admit defeat. “Let’s call it,” you say. “She’s out. If we keep going, we’re going to end up in Scotland”

“Good idea,” Leah says, already beginning the slow process of easing off the gas and pulling into your driveway. She parks with the kind of precision that makes you think she missed her calling as a getaway driver.

You both sit there for a minute, basking in the silence that only comes when your child is finally, blessedly asleep. You’re in no rush to move, because you know the second you do, Eden will sense it and all this work will be undone in a matter of seconds.

But Leah is braver than you. She quietly turns off the engine, unbuckles her seatbelt, and with the precision of a bomb squad technician, she turns to the backseat. You watch as she gingerly unbuckles Eden, cradling her like she’s made of porcelain.

And somehow, miraculously, Eden stays asleep. Leah manages to get out of the car, Eden still snoozing in her arms, and you’re right behind her, ready to perform the hand-off should things go south.

The two of you tiptoe through the house like burglars, careful to avoid every creaky floorboard. You’re halfway to Eden’s room when she stirs, and you both freeze in place like deer caught in headlights. But then she just shifts in Leah’s arms, sighs deeply, and snuggles closer into her mother’s shoulder.

You finally reach the cot, and Leah lowers her in with the gentleness of a saint. The transfer is seamless. Eden doesn’t even flinch.

The second the cot rail is up, you and Leah back out of the room like you’ve just completed a high-stakes mission, which you basically have. The door closes with a soft click, and you both stand there, wide-eyed, disbelieving.

“She’s asleep,” Leah whispers, like she doesn’t dare believe it.

“She’s asleep,” you echo, equally stunned.

And then, without warning, Leah lets out a sound that you can only describe as a half-crazed giggle. It’s infectious, and you start laughing too, because it’s either that or you’re going to cry, and honestly, you’ve done enough of that in the last few days.

“We did it,” you say between breaths, leaning against the wall for support. “We actually did it”

Leah pulls you into a hug, and it’s warm and comforting, and it feels like a reward for all the hell you’ve been through tonight. “We make a good team,” she murmurs into your hair.

“The best,” you agree, letting yourself relax into her embrace.

But as you’re standing there, holding each other in the hallway like the survivours you are, you both hear it: the unmistakable sound of Eden stirring, a tiny whimper that promises to turn into a full-blown cry in about three seconds.

You look at each other in horror, and without a word, Leah grabs the car keys.

“You can drive,” she says, already heading back towards the front door.

You don’t even argue. Instead, you grab your the keys from her, knowing full well that this battle isn’t over yet.

And as you both head back to the car for yet another sleepless night, you can’t help but think that one day, years from now, you’ll look back on these nights with some kind of twisted fondness.

But for now, all you can do is keep driving.

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

I think the reason The Cat Lady makes such a resonant metaphor for the alleged pathos of the single woman is that it piggybacks off of another cultural myth, Spite-Filled Cats Are Incapable of Love. The joke isn't just that she's generically pouring her natural nurturing energy into a pet because it's the best she can do -- I mean, it is that, but the reason it has to be a *cat* specifically is to magnify how pitiful she is by also making her delusional enough to believe that this hateful, mean-spirited creature could ever possibly return her affection in any way. The Cat Lady is desperate for love, but so direly misguided that she's conjured up a bond that doesn't exist with something that will only ever be capable of using her for its own gain. (I'll refrain from implying that the men who think like this are simply projecting their own coldly abusive misogyny onto an animal they know next to nothing about, oops, no I won't.)

Anyway, Cat Lady jokes are inherently snide misogyny aimed at convincing misogynists that women *would* be miserable in command of their own lives, if only they were intelligent enough to realize how miserable they are. Meanwhile, cats are feral little angels capable of vastly greater emotional depth and sincere benevolence than JD Vance ever will be, amen.

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Dwight Frye (Dracula, Frankenstein)—he's my babygirl please please please please please i want to baby bird feed him flies and spiders and pick him up and make glitter edits of him and give him gross forehead kisses like he's my cat. in dracula he was so incredibly creepy that he was typecast as madmen for the rest of his life and he fucking hated it but by god if he didn't do a fantastic job. he steals the show every time he's up on screen just because he's so fucking deranged. i need him

Thelma Ritter (Rear Window, All About Eve)—So little! Barely 5 feet tall! So scrungly! Working class accent and regular person looks constantly surrounded by gorgeous people! Snarky as hell!

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

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Dwight:

He absolutely owns the entirety of Dracula (1931). Compared to the novel, his part is massively expanded and it's clear why. He's magnetically unhinged and his facial expressions are pure scrungle. And in Frankenstein, he begins the archetype of Frankenstein's assistant even if the character's name there is Fritz. He'd still go on to play other scrungly guys in later Frankenstein movies. But he's kinda the archetypal and progenitor of the scrungly lil guy. The scrungliest guy ever to scrungle. He's pretty much the blueprint for every mad scientist's assistant, and he's the best part of every movie he's in. He manages to make you feel sorry for the creepy little dudes, even when he's eating spiders and crawling across the floor. [editor's note: content warning for the "hunchback" stereotype and "madness" in the clips below]the "Rats" soliloquy:

I saw him in Dracula and frankly he has me bewitched. I could watch him do his silly routine forever. The gay tension with Bela Lugosi onscreen was frankly unparalleled. Kirk and Spock levels. I am chewing on the furniture

Played the weirdo little guy in Dracula AND the weirdo little guy in Frankenstein in the same year. Iconic.

The scrungles to end all scrungles! There's a reason why this man codified the manic vampire's familiar and the hunchbacked lab assistant for generations, because by God can this man be feral and scrungly: Whether he's soliloquizing about rats as Renfield, scurrying around Frankenstein's lab like a spider as Fritz, or skulking around dark alleys (and scaring the hell out of little baby me) waiting for a fresh heart to steal as Karl, if you want a scrungly little man for your classic film, Dwight Frye is your man. He has the range to play varying kinds of scrungle, with his wide eyes, his manic smiles, his soft, breathy voice, he is truly an undisputed scrungle master.

I honestly think it would be a crime to ignore Dwight Frye's scrungle factor. He played two of the prototypical creepy little henchman as Dracula's lackey Renfield and Dr. Frankenstein's hunchback servant Fritz, and I believe that his excellence in these roles absolutely shaped the future character tropes of the "Igor" type as much as Bela Lugosi and Boris Karloff shaped the future understanding of Dracula and Frankenstein's monster. He's got it all from the looks, to the manic energy, to the crazed laugh, I'm telling you right now that I think he could win the entire tournament.

Thelma:

she wants to kill santa claus so bad for the first half of this clip. "thats fine. thats just dandy. mama wants to..thank santa claus too."

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧ Abby Anderson Headcanons ✞⛧

(Werewolf + College AU Edition)

-that nobody asked for, but I saw a post on here of a person that drew werewolf Abby-

@abbyscoochiecruncher

✞⛧ Daily Life Headcanons ✞⛧

✞⛧ Abby is always up before the sun. Mornings are her quiet time, and she loves running through the empty streets or forest trails while the world is still waking up.

✞⛧ Her fridge is stacked with meal prep containers because she eats constantly. She always has snacks in her bag—usually something practical, like almonds or protein bars.

✞⛧ Gym sessions are non-negotiable. She can bench more than anyone else on campus, but she’s humble about it. She’s not the type to flex unless someone challenges her.

✞⛧ She keeps a super organized planner, color-coded and everything, but will deny being that type of person if you tease her about it.

✞⛧ Abby gets this restless energy around the full moon—she’s sharper, snappier, and more fidgety than usual. Her packmates can always tell when it’s close.

✞⛧ She has a scar on her right forearm from a shifting mishap when she was younger. Whenever someone asks about it, she says it’s from “an accident with a fence.”

✞⛧ She has a soft spot for stray animals and will 100% stop what she’s doing to help a lost dog or feed a feral cat.

✞⛧ Abby wears the same beat-up sneakers everywhere until someone forces her to buy a new pair. She’s practical to a fault.

✞⛧ Her playlist is wild—one second, it’s hardcore rock, the next it’s lo-fi beats. Music helps her keep her emotions in check, especially when things feel overwhelming.

✞⛧ She’s a library regular, but she always takes the corner table because she hates feeling boxed in.

✞⛧ Abby’s the type of person who fixes things around the house before anyone else notices they’re broken. It’s just second nature to her.

✞⛧ She has a small, battered notebook where she writes down thoughts, dreams, and random observations. It’s private, and she’d probably implode if anyone read it.

✞⛧ Rugby practice is her favorite escape. It’s the only time she can channel her strength without holding back.

✞⛧ Abby sucks at texting. She’ll read your message, think of a reply, and then forget to actually send it.

✞⛧ She secretly loves people-watching and coming up with stories about strangers she sees around campus.

✞⛧ Abby keeps a small first aid kit on her at all times. She says it’s for rugby, but it’s also for emergencies she can’t exactly explain.

✞⛧ Thunderstorms make her restless. She’ll either pace around her apartment or go for a run in the rain just to burn off the energy.

✞⛧ She has a terrible poker face. Her emotions are always written all over her face, even when she tries to hide them.

✞⛧ Abby is the person everyone calls when they need help moving, assembling furniture, or fixing something. She’s reliable to a fault.

✞⛧ Her laugh is rare, but when it happens, it’s loud and contagious.

✞⛧ Abby always smells like pine trees and something warm, like fresh laundry or campfire smoke.

✞⛧ Her handwriting is neat but heavy—like she presses the pen down too hard without realizing it.

✞⛧ Abby loves being outside, whether it’s hiking, camping, or just lying in the grass looking at the stars.

✞⛧ She doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry, but she has a simple silver ring she never takes off.

✞⛧ Abby can be super intense when she’s focused on something, to the point where people have to remind her to take breaks.

✞⛧ Despite her tough exterior, she loves small, peaceful moments—hot tea at the end of the day, soft music, and the company of people she trusts.

✞⛧ Dating Headcanons ✞⛧

✞⛧ Abby is the type of girlfriend who will carry all your bags, no matter how heavy they are. You don’t even get a choice—she just does it.

✞⛧ She gives the best hugs. Her arms wrap around you, and it feels like nothing in the world could hurt you.

✞⛧ Abby’s not super vocal about her feelings, but she shows love through actions—fixing your leaky faucet, remembering your coffee order, walking you home even if it’s out of her way.

✞⛧ She loves forehead kisses, especially when she’s tired or stressed.

✞⛧ Abby gets flustered when you compliment her muscles but secretly loves it when you trace your fingers along her arms.

✞⛧ If you’re cold, she’ll wrap you in her hoodie without hesitation, even if it leaves her freezing.

✞⛧ She’s protective but not possessive. If someone crosses a line with you, though? Her glare alone could make them rethink their life choices.

✞⛧ Abby loves quiet dates—stargazing, late-night drives, or just sitting on the couch watching a movie.

✞⛧ She’s not great at planning surprises, but when she does, it’s thoughtful to the point where it makes you cry.

✞⛧ Abby will 100% pick you up and spin you around if you let her. She thinks it’s hilarious when you pretend to be annoyed.

✞⛧ She’s touch-starved, even if she doesn’t realize it. Little things like holding her hand or brushing her hair make her melt.

✞⛧ Abby has a habit of standing just slightly in front of you in crowded spaces, like she’s instinctively shielding you.

✞⛧ She always makes sure you’re safe, even in subtle ways, like walking on the side closer to the road.

✞⛧ Abby will text you “good morning” every day, even if she’s already seen you that morning.

✞⛧ She’s terrible at expressing herself verbally but will write you little notes or texts to say things she struggles to say out loud.

✞⛧ Abby’s favorite thing is when you rest your head on her chest and listen to her heartbeat. It makes her feel grounded.

✞⛧ She’s always up for spontaneous adventures. Midnight drive to nowhere? She’s already grabbing the keys.

✞⛧ Abby gets embarrassed when you catch her staring at you, but she does it all the time. She just loves looking at you.

✞⛧ She growls under her breath when she’s frustrated, and it always makes you laugh.

✞⛧ Abby loves cooking for you, especially breakfast. Her pancakes are unreal, and she’ll flip them with way too much enthusiasm.

✞⛧ She loves holding your hand—whether it’s a casual walk or just sitting next to you, her fingers will always find yours.

✞⛧ Abby’s wolf side is incredibly in tune with you. She’ll know when you’re upset, even if you haven’t said anything.

✞⛧ She’ll always wait for you if you’re walking slow. Sometimes, she’ll tug you along gently by your sleeve.

✞⛧ Abby doesn’t say “I love you” often, but when she does, it’s raw and full of emotion, like she’s giving you a piece of herself.

✞⛧ She keeps little mementos of your time together—a ticket stub, a pressed flower, even a random note you wrote her once.

✞⛧ Abby is low-key obsessed with your scent. She won’t say it, but she loves when her hoodie smells like you.

✞⛧ When she shifts into her wolf form, she’s extra protective of you, always keeping you close and nuzzling you for comfort.

✞⛧ Abby will always make you feel safe. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, she’s your anchor, your protector, and your home.

[gremlingottoosilly]

I saw a tiktok that said "a domestic housewife implies the existence of a feral housewife" and your reader characters were the first thing that came to my mind lol

Feral housewife!! This is why she is isolated in the woods, their combined feral animal energy is too much for one country!! Darling who literally has too much energy, every time Konig is out of deployment, she moves furniture around, using poor, poor Krueger to help her with repainting the walls and changing the layout of every room because she is bored and she needs changes!! Poor guy is fighting demons because his hand is literally broken and burned, but you're still using him as an assistant because he is probably much more capable physically than you. Darling who bites and scratches Konig, not because she hates him or is trying to resist, but because she has this nasty habit of acting like a feral cat every time she tries to show affection. You are leaving marks on him, covering his skin with hickeys and drawing blood each time, and your husband couldn't be happier! He loves how nasty you are, how sharp your teeth are, just how willing you are to mark him!!

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH44

How is Senshi the cutest one every time.

Putting your cat into little outfits energy.

Does she even need a coat? She's got fur...

eat the little screaming man, izutsumi

laios really said "my hungry ass would NOT be here if eating monsters turned you into a monster" and Marcille straight up did not catch it. He's a cm away from the edge. He's out here covering himself in oil and running around the campfire, trying to lure werewolves out to bite him. He's simmering himself into soup. Wake up. Laios has the more complex nonsexual vore kink ever.

.......why is her troupe trying not to use her name? I wonder if there's something specific about that. It wasn't just a nickname?

Awww, dad's all tuckered out.

I know I'm probably meant to find Izutsumi relatable on a childish level but I'm gonna be honest here. Her character hits too close to home where spoiled people are concerned for me to harbor any level of affection for her. I can understand how she might be beloved but man. Everything she says makes my eye twitch. If she were legitimately a child, it would be understandable. But she seems to be a young adult. At which point like. If you don't like the circumstances.... leave? Just leave. Just walk away if you don't want to eat their food. What are you yelling for? 😂 You joined THEM. They ain't forcing you to do shit. But instead of peacing out you're just screaming at them like a toddler.

Although to a point, I can understand her motivations. I understand how she has come this far, being so feral. I get WHY she is the way she is. But man. These guys are so patient with her.

I'm sorry wh. What.

Oh, I'm sure that's FINE.

Oh, yeah, for sure. That's perfectly fine.

When I said walk away - yeah, that's exactly what I meant. But Marcille and the others are chasing after her, so I guess... they don't agree. 😅

Child.......................... ah, nevermind. It's not even worth it.

Okay, the cutaway from the heartfelt selfless message to a cat just going 'ah, well, fuck it, I don't care' WAS kinda funny actually.

This is hilarious because in Japanese, the word order (SOV) means the translation here is incorrect. I mean, it's correct for what matters. But while the English phrase is 'close your eyes' then Japanese sentence is '目 を つぶって' which is literally EYES (ACC. particle) CLOSE!!

I love Marcille. She's a wimp, but she's the strongest wimp I know.

Laios:

Wolves: Man, I don't think I want to have whatever HE'S having.

So....is it.... like meat.... or is it like a vegetable...???

the fucking STYLE SHIFT

Listen, Tade is earning her thighs. Leave her alone.

Izutsumi and Chilchuk can bond over being babied by the other three.

[whitejays-galaxy]

Star Wars cat AU pt. 2: The Villains of the Prequels

Some pose studies I did of these evil goobers:

Sidious:

Maul:

Dooku:

Vader:

Lore:

<Lightningstrike/Sidious>

Name Meaning: Bolts of "Lightning" are very unpredictable, and they always "Strike" when you least expect it. It also represents his deadliness and power that of a lightning bolt.

Plus he also got struck by lightning across the right side of his face when he was a smol psychopath kitten during training at some ancient Darkhaven temple

He's the same size as Yoda/Horizonstar in my AU

He eats other dead cats

He tore Dooku's pelt and made it into a cape he wears sometimes

His nest is made out of cat pelts and bones(mostly from the victims of Order 66)

He is capable of Force Masking(a rare Force ability that allows one to shapeshift into anything. The only other cat who had this ability in the same period was Qui-Gon-Jinn/Sagepelt)

He is an albino cat, and his only physical weakness is bad eyesight

<Bloodburn/Maul>

Name Meaning: "Blood" symbolizes his bloody past, and the loss of his brothers, and "Burn" symbolizes his world and true self burning away.

He was formerly called Russetstorm, and lived with his two brothers, Tigertalon/Savage, and Amberspark/Feral.

Since Dathomir is a society where she-cats have more power, Poisonstar/Mother Talzin was fascinated and angered at the same time when her son, Russetstorm beat all the other she-cats during sparring.

Soon, she realizes that Russetstorm is Force Sensitive, and she tries to get rid of him by sending him off to Lightningstrike in exchange for valuable metals and other resources.

Russetstorm quickly finds out that Poisonstar is trying to get rid of him, so he runs away in the middle of the night with Tigertalon and Amberspark.

They didn't go far, as the two brothers were brutally slaughtered by the guards before Russetstorm's very eyes.

Russetstorm tips to the dark side in his fury and anguish, killing all the guards; Lightningstrike, noticing Russet's raw power in the Force, abducts him anyhow and seduces him to the ways of the dark side.

Years later, Poisonstar would meet her downfall by her son's own claws, which takes place two years before the events of The Phantom Menace, and Russetstorm would be renamed Bloodburn.

<Frostshard/Tyrantturn/Dooku>

I mentioned the meaning of Dooku's name in my first Cat AU post, so I'll be telling you his Sith name here

Name Meaning: "Tyrant" because Frostshard betrayed everything he once stood for, and "Turn" represents his fall to the dark side.

Since he was never a full Darkhavener, his pelt stayed clean and his eyes were normal and not orange like a typical Darkhavener.

When he got killed by Skyfire/Anakin, he gets stuck in the Dark Forest(cat hell), soul constantly glitching/shifting from Frostshard to Tyrantturn(who has a dead grey pelt and orange eyes)

<Deadsoul/Vader>

Name Meaning: I chose "Dead" because Skyfire/Anakin died when he turned to the dark side. He lost everything, with no reason to live except to serve Lightningstrike/Sidious until he died. 

I chose "Soul" because he is a lost soul wandering in the remains of his failures and losses. His body is functioning, but his spirit has been crushed into smithereens.

After his battle with Hazeldusk/Obi-Wan, his body gets reconstructed in the Dark Forest(which Lightningstrike opens a portal in Mustafar using the dark side of the Force)

Nine Darkhaven/Sith souls(Revan/Corvidheart, Maul/Bloodburn, Plagueis/Plagueshadow, Bane/Nightshade, Tyranus/Tyrantturn, Starkiller, Malgus/Stormcutter, Tenebrae/Vortexvoid, and Hellfire/founder of Darkhaven)were used for his life support, and each soul gave him the power of its owner(but only if he studied the different aspects of the Dark Force was he then able to obtain the soul's energy. Which he does with most of the time during the OG trilogy)

See more of my Cat Au designs here :3

The Disaster lineage (Yoda, Dooku, Qui, Obi, Anakin, Ahsoka + lore)

Prequel villains (Sidious, Dooku, Maul, Vader + Lore)

Kit-Fisto

Plo-Koon and Ahsoka

Sifo Dyas and Dooku

Disaster trio(Obi, Ani, Soka) doodles

Smol comics(ft. Qui, Rael, Sifo, Dooku): pt 1

Aayla Secura and Quinlan Voss

Luke and Leia

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY CAT DESIGNS

This is a PERSONAL AU and they mean so much to me

[starlight-lesbians]

so girlball and og greaseball are the same character fundamentally yes…

but al knott makes her greasey so feral??? like ive said this before, she has the energy of like a hungry animal circling prey sooo often and its like kinda oooooo

i don’t have a gif of it, but in the intro to i am me where she’s kinda following the coaches around? like that. she looks like she’s gonna eat them What

(then she goes from that to sopping wet cat at the end aaw)