#tah's feline

[tahthetrickster]

does anybody know how to unlock the last two cats bc i’ve been grinding forever but i haven’t gotten past the first one yet

[myriad-ofmuses]

“ stop being so cute it’s fucking distracting. ” -Kali to Persephone?

The nekomata's ear twitched from the hissed words of her Mistress, green eyes opening with a slow stretch of her arms, her mind a little muddled upon just waking from her doze.

It hadn't been entirely planned on her part, but after an exhausting day following an all-nighter the previous night, she'd more or less dropped in front of the fireplace after a rushed shower, so rushed in fact - that she'd been too tired to redress after the fact.

As such, the typically stoic guardian had been curled - with nothing but her short fur to cover her dignity, asleep on the rug in their shared quarters while her Mistress worked away on something at her desk.

"Mm'cute?"

Came the equally puzzled and sleepy chirp of a reply, pushing herself up off the plush rug with a yawn, white-tipped tail idly thumping to her side while she tried to rub the tire from her aching eyes.

The fire continued to crackle merrily at her side, and the cozy warmth was singing a tantalizing siren song to send the tired feline back into slumber's grasp, if she wasn't careful.

"I'm sorry.. my lady. ah don't.. mean tah.. be a distraction.. cute'r.. otherwise..?"

[gamblinwildcat]

"Mmm, ah' would love tah' just be yeh' cock warmer f' the night. Sit in yeh' lap in th' gold dress yeh' love so much and just have it hiked up enough that it just looks like yeh' showin' off yeh' pretty lap candy like yeh' like tah' do wit yeh' cock just buried in me and no one knowin'."

Whisper in my muses ear what you want to do with them...

His ear twitches with the sultry whisper. Posture adjusting for only a moment before a smirk curls effortlessly along those feline features.

"Anytime, baby. Jus' say the word an' I'm all yours~"

[tahthetrickster]

“millennials who treat their pets like their children are so annoying” don’t care didn’t ask plus your cats are jealous that my cats get christmas stockings

[tahthetrickster]

When cats lie on their backs and look at you upside down with their little vampire tooth sticking out reblog if you agree

[scuddle-bubble101]

So plan on getting up anytime soon?

And really? Sparkle toes? Whatev my nickname is kitty

"heheh~ I know. Not a fan of usin' nicknames that clash similarly or use names in general~. There's only one person derservin' my phrase 'Kitty' n' I hate tah toss it like a salad at cha pally, but it's not you."

"Heh, dunno 'bout the movin' bit champ, feels pretty nice on hard cement, feelin' like a feline sunnin' under some nice rays~"

[rhodeswarriors]

@rhodesphalanx​ | x

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Oh dear- did she do something wrong? Maybe her flower meant something else.. she really hopes it didn’t slight the strange girl before her. Certainly not a feline, it seemed- in fact, this girl didn’t seem like any normal race. Not anything she’d see in Kazimierz, that was for certain.

‘Bless your heart.’ At least she knew it wasn’t a bad thing- now it just seemed like this operator was just shy. Blemishine had been rather forward with her introduction, after all- she barely gave the other any time to prepare for her. Something to note for next time.

Regardless of the reaction, Utage would be privy to the Kuranta’s dazzling smile. “ Oo-oo-tah... Uta.. Utage. Utage? Utage! I got it- that’s incredible, I’ve never heard a name like that before! Are you from Hi- ... Hig... “

... she was starting to embarrass herself. The red tint on her face gave that much away. With how little interaction she had with the outside world beyond Kawaleriaski, it was no wonder she struggled with names that weren’t common in her tongue.

“ Ahem. Where are you from? I’m eager to know, if you’d be kind enough to tell! “

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous)

On Terra, summer is a rather different experience for some Ancients than for others, particularly for female Felines. During the two and a half months that can universally be agreed upon as “summery,” neko kemonomimis across the continent(s) were plagued by serious hormonal imbalances in a hold-over from a time when this was their breeding season; before pharmaceuticals had been applied to the problem, all that could be done was to choose a(n) (un)fortunate male in one’s town to resolve the imbalance quickly, but science had finally prevailed and developed a chemical solution.

At least, until one’s pills ran out. Dr. Kal’tsit was not a forgetful person, but she was certainly busy, and at the time of highest demand for anti-libidinals, she found to her chagrin that she’d taken her last pill. Luckily, Kal’tsit was working a late shift this evening, so she had plenty of time to get more...or so she thought.

“I’m sorry, Dr.,” Closure sighed, “but we’re out of stock, and as you know, if our pharmaceutical techs made the exception to make you some-”

“It might cost us an Operator, I know. Do you have anything that could help, even as just a side effect?”

The Sarkaz shopkeeper pulled up an interface and searched a few key terms. “...No. There is a special on condoms, if you’ll need any, though.”

“...What aisle are those in?”

It was thus that a grumbling Kal’tsit found herself carrying around a pocket full of rubbers and burning willpower to resist Mother Nature’s fiercest assault on her dignity in years. Fortunately, Siege was scheduled to help her during her shift this evening, so there wouldn’t be any-

“‘Evening, Kal’tsit!” The Doctor waved at her from the spare desk in her office. “Siege called in sick, so I’m taking her shift.”

“I see.” FUCK.

He actually was already working, if the papers in front of him were any indication. “She’s been using quite a bit of her PTO recently; I wonder if it’s anything to do with the fact she and Sir SilverAsh are a couple. This would be their first summer together.”

“Quite possible, yes.” She could feel sweat beading on her forehead. “Doctor, while I appreciate your volunteering, you should go home. As reliable as you are, having both of us off shift at the same time isn’t efficient use of our resources.”

“I thought you might say something like that, but I’m taking a few days off soon, so I figured I’d get as much work in as I could before then. Do you have a spare stylus? Mine fell through a crack in the floor.”

Kal’tsit sighed and fished through her desk for one. Once she found it, she walked over to hand it to him. “Here you...go...unfh.“

“Are you okay?” The Doctor took the stylus from her, their fingers touching as he did, and set in on the desk next to him. “You look feverish.”

“It’s nothing...it’s nothing...” She took several deep breaths, which did nothing to help her composure.

He didn’t buy that. “Kal’tsit, I’m not sure I’m the one who needs to go home for the day.”

“I haven’t been in the office today...” She had to stop looking at him, just look away from him and it will go away. “I’ll be fine, I just need to sit down.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, I’m right here.”

That’s true, he was right there...and she did need something- no! No. Kal’tsit hadn’t had an episode since the medical academy, and she wasn’t about to have one here. She sat back down at her desk, turned on her computer, watched her programs boot up- and meowed loudly.

The Doctor immediately looked at her. “Kal’tsit?”

“...Doctor, when-” Despite her best efforts, Dr. Kal’tsit was no longer in the building. “When you said anything, how earnestly did you mean that?”

“...Oh. Oh no.”

She rolled her chair next to his and started rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “I ran out of pills this morning, and Closure didn’t have any, either...I don’t know how I’m going to get through the week like this, nya~”

“You can make that noise?” Something was rising, and it wasn’t his willpower to the challenge. “No, this- I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“You’re taking a few days off, aren’t you? That’s plenty of time for this to run its course. Aren’t you a little curious, Do-ku-tah?”

God, where was this coming from, and why was it so hard to resist? “I...When this is over, you and I are going to need to have a talk.”

“We can talk all you want, Dokutah.” She licked his face. “I don’t plan on being quiet~”

“...Not here. I’m not throwing out my back for this.” Saying that, the Doctor stood up, took her hand, and led her through the base to a more comfortable place.

Once the door closed behind them, there was no holding back.

---

A week later, and the Doctor was in the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee, when Dr. Kal’tsit walked out of the bedroom clutching her head. “Do you have any aspirin?” She asked, walking towards the bathroom.

“Medicine cabinet, second shelf.” He sighed. “I’m going to say something, and I don’t expect you to reply right away.”

“Can it wait until after I’ve had my coffee and my head isn’t trying to detach from my neck?”

That was fair. “It can. I’ll start working on breakfast.”

“Thank you.” She walked out, set the bottle of pills on the table, and sat down while she waited for the coffee to finish brewing. “I’m sorry this week was not as relaxing as you were hoping it would be.”

“Huh? Oh, no, it’s fine.” The coffee machine signalled the last drops’ fall into the pot as he said this.

Kal’tsit poured herself a cup of coffee (black as her soul...but filled with sugar), kissed the Doctor on the cheek, and walked back to her chair. “Still, it- oh.”

“Are you sure it’s completely out of your system?” The instant her lips touched him, he’d turned bright red. “Not that I mind...”

“If I was still in heat, I would have kept going, I think.”

The Doctor turned his attention from the bacon in the pan to her. “Kal’tsit, I um...I don’t want this to be just a seasonal affair.”

“Hmm?” She’d just swallowed the aspirin with the help of her caffeinated syrup. “What do you mean?”

“I think I’m- what is it Angelina called it? I’m ‘catching feelings’ for you.”

Kal’tsit blinked several times as her processors worked overtime. “So...do you want me to move in with you?”

“If you don’t want to, I understand,” he replied, despite it being the last thing he wanted, “but I...I don’t remember waking up in the morning so happy to see the sun again as when I see the light falling on your face. Damnit, that sounded so cheesy out loud.”

“I liked it.” Her heart throbbed audibly in her ear as the metaphorical diabetes settled in from his comment.

The Doctor sighed. “Like I said, you don’t have to answer me right away, just let me know when you know-”

“I do.” She made the trip to the kitchen again, this time hugging him as she kissed him again. “This week has been something out of a dream, and even if it wasn’t my intention to have it, I’m not sure I want to wake up from it...You still have some time off to spend, I hope?”

“I have weeks of time still, honestly. Should I call in?”

She nodded. “I just want one more day - one I can be with you and not on top of you the whole time.”

“Then I’ll let Amiya know.” He stroked her head behind her cat ears. “She might not be too happy with it.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Kal’tsit muttered, remembering pictures the Cautus drew when she was younger of two familiar silhouettes holding hands...

[tahthetrickster]

reminds me of mine when we moved

At the vet’s office

[prehistoricuprising-blog]

Allosaurus Reinvented

In this modern age, it’s difficult to look in any one direction and not find something new and interesting in the paleontological world. I, however, often enjoy “throwbacks” and visits to those discoveries that thrilled the world, though their time in the spotlight may have passed, because it reminds me that these discoveries are still scientifically impressive and revolutionary despite the lack of raging headlines sweeping the news.

Without much tah-dah, the Allosaurus - a very popular dinosaur from the Jurassic period, and a formidable predator at that - has the uncanny ability to stay prominent in the mind as any individual conjures up images of the fiercest and, arguably most well known, carnivorous dinosaurs to have ever existed. 

There has been some controversy over Allosaurus in the past, for example, the renaming: Allosaurus wasn’t always gifted with this name, in fact, it was originally called Antrodemus (by paleontologist Joseph Leidy) which was Greek for “body cavity”. The name change reported occurred n the 1970′s, and since then we have referred to it as Allosaurus. 

It probably shouldn’t be so surprising to me that Allosaurus was almost constantly losing and replacing its’ own teeth, so often that it would probably be a strain on any living or nonliving creature besides a creature built to do so. However, I believe this to be a tell tale sign that the Allosaurus had relatively, if not extremely weak teeth (in comparison to other dinosaurs). The rate at which the replacement teeth would’ve been knocked or broken out, thus calling for further replacement teeth, would’ve most likely signaled that the teeth were weak and easily broken, damaged, or lost for whatever reason. To that end, the Allosaurus also sported a weak bite, similar to the living “big cat” felines of our world. The bite force of the Allosaurus would’ve been in the ball park of 200 kg, which is shockingly weak when compared to many other top carnivores of the entire Meosozoic.

Despite the apparently weak reality, Allosaurus is still a top carnivore, coming in at being one of the largest carnivores to exist during its’ time, and one of the most impressive. It is also guess-timated that Allosaurus didn’t travel in packs, although if I had to guess at it, I would suggest that they most likely did to some extent, even if it was occasional. Either way, the Allosaurus was one of two things: a voracious and frightening pack hunter using cunning and the wits of a group of minds to its’ advantage, or a solitary hunter relying on nothing more than it’s senses and ability to determine what fights it wanted to pick. 

[twibthegryphon]

Charicter Sheet

(Lovingly gifted by a wonderful friend)

BASICS.

full name: Baruta Twib

pronunciation: bar-oo-tah T-w-i-b

nickname:  Twibl? Root? Uhh. Birdbrain? Maybe?

gender: Female

height:  5'3

zodiac: Taurus

spoken languages: Equestrian, English, Dedric, many celtic languages. Sprinkling of many languages from her travles.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color: Dark Rich brown fur on her torso and legs

eye color: a lighter brown. Hazlenut maybe

skin tone: a lighter brown.

body type: Feline-esque. Very flexable and toaned.

accent: None

dominant hand talon?: Right  

posture:  Her back is usually arched a little from flying. Cocky strides when exited or somewhere new. Likes to show off a little.

tattoos: None to speak of

most noticeable feature: Bright colorful chest plumage.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth: The Badlands

hometown: Razor Rock Ridge

manner of birth:  Home nested

first words:  "bwoo" (trying to say blue)

Siblings: None to speak of

parents: Araluen Twib: Canons druid and healer from a long druid lineage. Adonis Twib: musician and enjoyer of many herbs.

parental involvement:  Her mother insisted on taking Baruta traveling often and instilled a love of the new in her and a conatant curiosity. Her father had tried to show them both how to chill and relax.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation: Contract Post Worker

current residence: Many homes and often camps

close friends: Leo, Delly, Soldan, Rose

relationship status: Seeing and eyeing a few folks

financial status: She's pretty well off

driver’s license:  "The hell is that?"

criminal record:  Trespassing (several counts, all accidental she swears) Graverobbing, defiling sacred artifacts

“vices”: "nothing quite like a good steak.... mmmh~" good food, gold, anonymous sex, nonanonymous sex.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation: Bisexual

romantic orientation: "the fuck am I? I don't know all the different whatevers. I like everyone"

preferred emotional role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch  |  unknown

preferred sexual role.   submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed 

libido: med

turn ons:  kissing, touching, that thing where you brush your body past someone? I like that move. Oh oh biting and scratching!

turn off’s: B.O

love language: "fuck is this?"

relationship tendencies: Will tend to become very nuzzly. Sometimes takes little things her partner would never miss

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song:  311 - Amber. Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon

hobbies to pass the time: A lot of travling. Working with charities and volunteer organizations.

mental illnesses: "I unno" followed with a shrug

physical illness:  (not an illness per say) large long scar on her upper right shoulder / back area. Mostly hidden by her wing. Sometimes causes her pain when touched or when flying.

left or right brained: Right  

fears : Big Spiders and Snakes. Falling, war

self confidence level: Overconfidence in most areas  

Vulnerabilities: Easily trusting to a fault, explosive violent temper when pressed, not liking to be in one place for to long.

tagged by: @undertheroses

tagging: @experimental-failures @bear-of-ice @serpentine-rogue @ask-the-infiltrators (womever you'd like) and anyone else

[tahthetrickster]

this is not remotely what i ventured into the reblogs for but @thembosapphicclown you are in so much luck please meet your cat name-twin onyx

Nonbinaries upset when they have the same name as their new partners cat.... my they/them in christ you chose that name

[theboondogglepub]

He Trained and Thought of Past Friends.

On a pale day in a snow draped white field a shirtless sweaty man with feline ears swung a large and heavy tree log. The wooden heft over twice the miqo’te in size, easily double his body weight. His body strained as maneuver after maneuver was done with the branch held tight to his chest. The strain on his face displayed the effort needed to brandish it in any form, and yet he still did. Each motion was like a dance done with a profoundly heavy partner, and he swung it near like a weapon. Only where he had walked was the snow distorted, and at the edge of the field a log cabin of tiny design stood, and on the cabin’s deck the thickly robed figure of a lalafell sat on a small chair.

“Tell me about them, Corsa’ir.” She said between soft and relaxed exhales, cooling the tea in her tiny fingers.

“Aren’t I…” He huffed, thick white exhales of frozen breath catching with each audible physical exertion, “- supposed to be concentrating, Faol?” The air hummed with a strange energy around and where the man moved.

She sipped a cup of orange hue tea, pale purples eyes looking out on the hard at work man. “You can do two things at once.” She spoke plainly, curt and without much emotion, her high voice just a bit too saccharine to be tolerated. “To wit, you must do two things at once. Ergo why I’m going to distract you. If you want to do this, you’ll need to manage at least doing two things at the same time. So keep up your exercises, and tell me about them.”

The miqo’te swung the log. “What exactly do you wanna know?”

“Well let’s start with the ones you miss and work our way down, shall we Mr. Boon?” The lalafell seemed to chuckle at a passing thought as she tapped her chin. “Unless you’d prefer to begin with your paramours, or are they one in the same?” She quipped.

“No… well some. I guess all’a them.” He spun with the log in his hands, a breath caught in his throat as the effort and strain shook his legs. “I guess… I miss em’ all, yeh? I also can’t stand em’ all too sumtimes. It drives me crazy sumtimes too, loike really stabs at me. They can’t get along, they fight each ovver back n’ forth loike bickerin’ children. An’ I feel it near acutely. An’ then they get all sullen an’ don’t talk tah each ovver cause they’re as balanced as a avalanche of rocks. It… its too much sometimes.”

“They sound like everyday people then, so what makes them any different? Is it because of the echo?” Faol dropped a cube of sugar into her tea and idly stirred.

“Llymlaen save me… not you too.” Boon stopped and rested the log, lungs burning. “Jus’ how did you find out I have th’ echo ennyroad? I don’t go about spoutin’ it off fer a damn reason.” The brief pause was a poor choice, quickly the chill in the air causing Corsa’ir to shiver. “An fer another thing, why is it so cold here? It should be the warm season.”

“You’re changing the subject again.” Faol took a sip of her tea, eyes seemingly both unfocused and trained on her speaking companion. “Is deflection your default setting Mr. Boon?” An exhausted toss of her hair had the lalafell look about the snowy island setting before turning back. “If you must know, the island suffers an unstable combination of nearby elemental crystal deposits. Sailors call it one of the 56 deaths, so named for being one of several reasons ship travel has difficulty reaching the New World. Now, let us get back to you. Is it because of the echo that you can’t stand them? Or are you emotionally stunted and can’t commit to relationships?”

“Wow, pretty harsh don’che think? I ain’t never heard a Lalafell talk as ‘at.” Corsa’ir picked up the log again and began to swing it anew. “I uh… I can’t blame th’ fact that I see emotions on them. People always have ‘em, emotions that is. I jus’ see them an’ feel them a bit more than an empathetic person would.”

“Well, my name is Faol, Mr. Boon.” The lalafell took a sip of her tea. “Which is ironic as you’re really less an empathetic person than me.” Another sip of tea.

“Hey there now. How th’ hell do you know I ain’t a empathetic person?” Another swing of the log.

“Because I’ve observed you for a sennight. You’re entirely selfish, self-absorbed, prone to rash emotion, and averse to common logic when it comes to your own life and situation. You are, in as few words as possible, a narcissist.” Another sip of tea. “So, tell me about them.”

Corsa’ir audibly sighed… loudly. “They’re m’ mates. Chuckaboos as is told, meanin’ good friends. They’re good people, all of them. Maf an’ Cath, smart as can be. Little emotionally neutral, play that whole exhausted learned sort...but good. Eme is… well she’s both great an’ exhausting. Always feel loike she has somethin’ she wants t’ say an’ never does an it drives me crazy.. Mos’ of em’ are jus’ good people tho, plain an’ simple. Ashe, Kayne, Jun, Rei,  an that Naih lass. E’en that big elf they added... Z has a habit of sayin th’ wrong thing but is o’erall good.” Boon began to swing the log with earnest, picking up speed and effort to contort and heave the wooden beam more deftly.

“And?”

“And what?” He tripped in the snow, slipping and landing in a pile of upheaved frosty white powder. From his two fulm deep hole a cough came. “Can I be done yet? Been trainin’ loike this fer days now an’ not really seein’ th’ point to it.”

“And what about the rest?” Another stir of her tea. “You can be done after that, I think you’re finally ready for the next stage of the training.”

“Fine.” Boon sat up in the snow and rubbed his reddened back. “They… we had somethin’ and then we didn’t. All there is to it. Th’ second I committed m’self to their whole ‘harem’ thing they started droppin’ loike flies. Not literally droppin’, jus… I guess had more important fings t’ do. Started to feel th’ moment I began lettin’ people into that part of my life, they started leavin’ it. In th’ end it wus jus’ me an Katalin and e’en then I knew I was going to leave for her good. I’m not a one woman sorta guy but that’s what she wants e’en if she’s not willing to admit it. An’ that’s what she should get if I’m honest. Katalin won’t be happy til she gets that, an she deserves it.” Corsa’ir sighed and stood up, dusting off the snow caking his reddened exposed skin and trousers.

“See, isn’t it good to talk Mr. Boon?” Faol hopped down from her chair and began walking across the surface of the snow field, her body so light it failed to depress the snow. “Now you can be done. Feel free to drop the log Mr. Boon, it’s time we moved on to far more difficult training.” Faol raised her hand. “Now I want you to focus on the catalyst I gave you. It’s time to summon a weapon.”

[mxgicalheathen-moved]

@feline-puppeteer For a Starter

“What are ya, sum koinda neko-thing? Fer fuck’s sake ah have been meetin’ some weird people in the past year of mah life.” She didn’t really mean it in a negative way, but of course, knowing her personality, it did come out incredibly rude. And she didn’t really think of correcting herself for the sake of establishing good relations to...whoever was that in front of her. She calmly sat down on the top of the hill by the time this one appeared right beside her. Kayo actively smoked her favorite brand of cigarette’s, as she always does. And she was pissed. Not about them...just pissed. 

“So, what’s yer deal? Apologies if ah sound like a cunt roight now. Ah’m not in th’ mood tah be all happy go lucky, ya dig?” She was never in the mood to be happy go lucky, if she were, to be honest with herself and the “creature” beside herself. But she was not.

[endlessly-worldbuilding]

Rashtaleon People

Rashtaleon (rawsh-tah-lay-own) or Leona (Lay-own-uh) are the only intelligent species from the planet Corvos. Leona evolved from a evolutionary branch of feline-predators and developed the traits to walk upright in a savannah/scrub forest habitat similar to human ancestors. The modern society is loosely affiliated with Norland, but does not have a formal planetary government which could officially join the supernation.

Cultural Notes

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Rather than nations the Leona operate as a series of Prides, a lot like clans. Each clan usually has 8-9 large families within it, and young males and females leave the pride to find mates. Traditionally, the females bring new males back to their original pride and raise 1-2 children with their family. Occasionally Prides combine, dissolve, or form.

The people eat a diet of primarily raw meat, fish, and occasional greens and fruits.

An area of several hundred miles will be occupied by a few prides. They are nomadic within the land and have set meeting places and times where they trade with other prides. Elders are chosen to represent prides and they usually gather at these meeting places to discuss politics, trade, and anything else. Other races interested in trade must trade individually with prides.

The homeworld of Corvos is open to immigration, but there is a significant culture clash to incoming immigrants. The presence of only a few established “cities” that are empty for much of the year is a significant difference from many other cultures.

Leona do not have personal names, but usually identify with a class or vocational name. Like a human who only goes by "the chef." This is confusing to outsiders, but Leona use a range of extra signals to clarify the person they mean.

Calendar based around seasons and solstices

Numbering system is base 8

The Leona speak many languages, but most know Common Leona which is a trade pidgin.

Common Leona has flexible grammar and a loose grasp on tense. The language has several ways to avoid redundancy and sentences are short but content rich. The language uses tradition syllabic sounds, but also many natural sounds like clicks, purrs, growls, etc. There are also many outside the range of humans!

Leona use a lot of body language to communicate. Tails, ears, whiskers, and large expressive eyes are useful for conveying emotion.

The Leona writing system is a phonetic alphabet written as a series of lines and dashes along a vertical channel. This suits the making of sign posts and displays.

End Cultural Notes.

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[tahthetrickster]

turned on a girl with the dogs video of her bathing a cat and didn’t think about my own cats who are now watching it with the same rapt, tense attention as someone watching a horror movie