#the brainy kitten

[fashionschoolreject]

Styling The Secret History: Marion Barnbridge

(Styling the Secret History: 3/10)

“And she's an elementary education major, too, don't you love it? I mean, she's a real girl. Long hair, got a little meat on her bones, isn't afraid to wear a dress. I like that. Call me old-fashioned, but I don't care much for the brainy ones.” - The Secret History (by Donna Tartt)

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Key Styling Details:

All American style (Bunny Corcoran approved style)

was born to be a member country club

loose sweaters, long dresses, kitten heels

old Hollywood/1950s style (golden age of the United States)

taking inspiration from icons like Audrey Hepburn, Princess Diana and Jackie Kennedy

put together at all times

both hyperfeminine and non-sexual

dresses to be comforting to others

luxury items worn with the ease of someone who has always had them

Bonus// Fancast: Olivia Cooke

[karolane-lewizz]

HORRID HENRY OC??? YES. (REMEMBER I'M STILL SCARED OF CHILDRENS UUUH IT'S CALLED AN OC FOR A REASON) <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS AS WELL!!

Name: Kooky Karolane

Aliases: Karo, Karolane, Idiot (by Horrid Henry)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Unknown, possibly same as Henry's age (IT'S NOT ME REMEMBER THAT :/)

Height: 3'8 (111 cm)

Species: Human/Demon

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearence: Karolane is a young girl with pale skin, long brown hair with small ponytails along with pink ribbons, and black pins on her bangs. She has freckles on her cheeks, blue eyes along with small fangs, a tooth gap between her front teeth, and a missing tooth. She has a black ribbon as a choker. She wears a rainbow oversized sweater, with the kanji "夢" (meaning "dream" in Japanese) written on it. She wears a blue skirt, along with white socks and black shoes. She also has black painted nails and is a bit chubby.

Demon from:

Her clothes are the same, but she has purple skin, red eyes, small black horns with big black wings, a demon tail and sharped teeth.

Personnality:

Karolane is a kooky, mean, clumsy and a big troublemaker who loves to prank people, but is still mentally unstable.

Mental disorders: Karolane suffers from ADHD, PTSD, arachnophobia, depression, athazagoraphobia, social anxiety, school phobia, obsessive love disorder, schizophrenia, autism, bipolar disorder , insomnia, dissociative syndrome, Peter Pan syndrome, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, hyperventilation, Balint syndrome and dementia due to a trauma when she was in a foster care, before living with Moody Margaret's family, she feels better and expresses her frustration and loneliness by being a troublemaker.

Karolane's interests:

Likes: Pranking, anime, ribbons, and Japanese culture. She finds solace in watching anime and mimics some of her favorite characters in her behavior.

Dislikes: Her mental disorders, being neglected/left out, jewelry, good manners, authority, and anything that seems "too perfect."

Relationships (REMEMBER IT'S AN OC NOT MY REAL SELF I LOVE SUNEKICHI NOT HENRY):

- Horrid Henry: Crush (OC)

- Perfect Peter: Friend (sometimes)/Target (for pranks)

- Moody Margaret: Adoptive Sister/Frenemy

- Aerobic Al: Frenemy

- Rude Ralph: Best Friend/Close Friend

- Brainy Brian: Frenemy

- Sour Susan: Enemy

- Gorgeous Gurinder: Enemy

- Singing Soraya: Unknown/Possible Friend

- Weepy William: Best Friend/Crush (OC)

Trivia:

◾ Karolane is the shortest of the class.

◾ Her birthday is the 4th of September.

◾ She's a borderline sugar addict.

◾ She has a soft spot for kittens, Weepy William and anything Japanese related.

◾ She sometimes uses Japanese words, sometimes calling Mrs. Battle-Axe a "baka" ("idiot" in Japanese).

◾ She can easily be picked up.

◾ She's a cosplayer.

◾ She's dumb, but pretends to be innocent as well.

◾ She feels bad for Weepy William, and would sometimes comfort him.

◾ She doesn't like being with girls at all.

◾ Her French name is "Karolane Cancane".

◾ She can sing any heavy and dark metal song.

◾ She sometimes wants to do concerts after school.

◾ She can't swim.

Hey, why not do a small comic of my Horrid Henry OC and the characters by the wayy. x3

Bye byeee

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bonus bc I did NOT plan to have this many

My Love is Your River: Orion goes on a quest with Lightray after he finds out Lightray has feelings for him. Orion attributes these newly-expressed feelings to the river of love near his home. (fourth world/new gods; Lightrion; fantasy AU)

this life and the next: Lyle writes Brainy a love letter. (losh; LyleBrainy; love letter fic/ oneshot)

HOT TO GO! : Thad joins camp counselors and struggles with romantic feelings for some of the other counselors. (losh/flashfam; canon divergent AU/camp counselor AU/no powers AU)

not fond of asking: Brainy takes care of a sick and unsuspecting Lyle. (losh; BrainyLyle; sickfic/ oneshot/no powers AU)

scars in the sky: Bart and Conner breakup fic. (yj98; KonBart; no powers AU/friends to lovers to friends)

orange liqueur: Todd takes Alan home from a bar after an unexpected phone call leads them to the same place. (jsa/infinity inc; no powers AU/oneshot)

Stawberry Moon: Ted Grant grows suspicious after a string of disappearances follow his son moves into his apartment. (jsa; horror au)

good humor: Jan Arrah gets to host book club and decides to give it a theatrical theme for fun. (losh; Shvaugn Erin/Jan Arrah; no powers AU/oneshot)

tantrum: Cassie Sandsmark has to babysit a three year old Artemis of Bana-Mighdall until Diana returns with someone who can change her back. (wonderfam; baby fic)

Kitten and Canary: After an eight-year-old Jade is left on Dinah's doorstep, Dinah finds herself sympathizing with Jade for the first time. The only problem is, she has to keep it a secret from Roy. (arrowfam; shrinkfic)

Platter: Garth describes the feeling of being devoured by his closest friends. (aquafam/fab five; cannibalism AU)

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[honoure-1]

what if lyrl had a scruff like a kitten. What if brainy had a scruff and if you grabbed it he’d go limp

[comicdiaries]

Foster kitten summer continues! With Arnold, Helga, Gerald, Eugene, Brainy, and Sid.

[kakushusband]

Voltera finding out he and brainy are extremely distant relatives is like giving a cat who grew up miserable and isolated a new kitten to play with. What I want to say is there will be biting

[tenaciouskittenanchor]

Vanessa Manson

Name: Vanessa Manson

Middle: Lenore

Also Known As: Nessie

Birthday: June 13th

Nationality: American (3/4 White, 1/4 Mexican)

Species: Human

Blood Type: AB

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality: Cheerful, Ambitious, Studious, Bookish, Intelligent, Bibliophilic, Hardworking, Clever, Determined, Assertive, Logical, Reserved, Introverted, Friendly, Demure, Academic, Brainy, Bright, Sweet, Happy, sometimes arrogant, Perfectionist

Occupation: High School Student in Gatorhaven High; Honor Student

Likes: Chocolate, Reading, Flowers, Werewolves, French Cuisine, Werewolf romance, Getting good grades, Spicy Food, K-pop, Theatre, Playing the piano, Jello, Kittens, Puzzles, Pop Music, Classical Music, her family, her friends, her sisters

Dislikes: Swimming, Getting bad grades, Practical jokes (especially from Hannah), Superstitions, Fortune telling, Snakes, Bad hair days

Hobbies: Studying, Chocolate making, Gardening, Darts, Mountain climbing, Geocaching, Reading, Learning French

Fear: Water, Snakes, Bad hair day

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite Food: Coq au Vin, French toast, Bento box

Aspiration: Microbiologist

Strengths:

Weaknesses: Perfectionism, Arrogance

Talents/Skills: Gifted piano player, French beginner

Education: 9th Grade Education in Gatorhaven High School

About Vanessa Manson

- Vanessa Manson is the younger twin sister of Hannah Manson

- When Vanessa was 5 years old, she nearly drowned while at the public pool. Hence the reason why she was afraid of water

- She is the girly-girl to Hannah’s tomboy

- She keeps a collection of books about werewolf romance, including her favorite series, “Girls & Werewolves” and “Werewolves & Mistresses”. In fact, she has a thing for werewolves. She especially has a massive crush on one of the main characters in “Girls & Werewolves” named Aaron

- An A grade student

- Addicted to sugar

- Is musically gifted in the piano

- Always 10 minutes early

- Is great at problem solving

- Has a voice like gently lapping waves

- She wears hair rollers to bed. In addition, she also watches YouTube videos on DIY perm. Also uses a curling iron and hairspray

- Her relationship with Hannah are like: Bart & Lisa Simpson and Mabel & Dipper Pine

- Is a massive fan of a K-pop band called Clockwork ORNJ. She also has a crush on one of its members named Song Young

[starlingsrps]

time stood still.

colin isn’t sure if he lost moira or if she lost him but when he returns from the smoking room, she’s nowhere near the potted palm he left her parked at.

if their mother found out, it’s 50/50 on who would hit the floor first so mustering whatever is left of his sobriety, he takes on the winding rooms of the verney manse to track her down. moira is unlikely to get into much trouble at a society party but she’s also not unlikely to get bored and find or create some. best to hedge his bets and find her before any of that. it’s not as though spending the season escorting moira has been much of a trial, physically or intellectually. most of his official duties have been limited to scowling effectively and keeping her away from americans. moira usually shoos him away at some point so he’ll leave her to her friends and he’s always grateful for the dismissal - when it’s agreed upon.

she’s not on the dance floor (probably for the best, as there are enough americans here to make their mother faint in outrage). nor is she on a balcony (also for the best because, again, americans) or crept into the smoking room. he asks someone to report if she’s in the loo or the retiring room but no one who looks a bit like him in a wig and a dress is in there. rapidly sobering, he rushes down another hallway with every intention to do a second lap when he hears moira’s distinct laugh coming from the library. he hadn’t thought of the library. moira doesn’t read, has said since she was a child that the letters dance around the page and it’s not worth the trouble. but, as a place to squirrel herself away, it is perfect. he just hopes it’s not with some potential suitor - the family dueling pistols haven’t been used in a century and are back home in cadder. fortunately, she’s curled on a sofa with a friend, both of them howling with laughter.

“moira,” he says as sternly as he can muster. “this isn’t the plant i told you to stay by.”

she stops laughing abruptly and shrugs. “i got bored and then ran into ginny.”

“you know you’re not supposed to be off on your own at these things.”

“oh, thank you, mother, i didn’t realize. besides, i’m not alone. ginny is here. ginny, my brother colin stirling. colin, ginny bell.” she waves her hand from ginny to him, him to ginny in introduction as she sips her drink. “gin’s a girton girl so you two can be brainy together.”

colin smothers a sigh, though he’s used to moira’s claws. in truth, they’re about as weak as a kitten’s. “ignore her,” he says, offering ginny a hand to shake. “i usually do.”

she laughs and something roots inside him. he’s seen ample beautiful girls but ginny from girton outpaces them all - pretty in a polished, english rose way, perched on the settee next to moira in a swirl of pale pink satin. her face is angelic but she has clever, watchful eyes that look as though she doesn’t miss a single trick. when she shakes his hand, it’s not the soft, fleeting shake of a debutante but a full press. there’s also a fat diamond on her left hand. lovely, clever girls aren’t thick on the ground in mayfair - of course she’s been snapped up already.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says diplomatically. “moira always talks about her brothers. good to put a face to the name.”

“whatever’s she said is a lie, unless it’s good and then it’s true.”

ginny laughs again. “are you also still at cambridge then?”

he’s never regretted graduating more. “i finished last year. trinity.”

“ah. my fiance was st. john’s.”

“my condolences,” he says, assuming that she knows the rivalry between trinity and st. john’s. god knows that he does, having participated in a few pranks that ranged from harmless to borderline theft (if punts even counted). “and who is the lucky swain?”

she twists the ring around her finger, whether conscious or not. “clayton mandeville, if you’re familiar with the name.”

oh, he’s familiar with clayton mandeville. the harrow crowd isn’t so large that he doesn’t remember every single horse’s ass he met there. some of those horse’s asses are now among his best friends now. mandeville isn’t one of them. there isn’t a particular reason, no hazing or usual boarding school nonsense - only that mandeville was an ass kissing bootlicker who always rubbed colin the wrong way. he’d been friends with james and, since colin always thought of james in similar terms, that was damning enough.

he knows he can’t offer condolences in this case, however joking and manages to grind out a congratulations. there’s a heavy tread of footsteps in the hall outside and colin regrets ever starting this conversation because of course it’s mandeville. it’s not enough that he had to chaperone moira to this party or that the most beautiful and clever girl he’s met in months is engaged: he needs mandeville as a grand finale.

“stirling, old man,” he booms, somehow managing to slap colin on the back and pump his hand at the same time. “gin-gin, what are you doing hanging around this old boot?”

colin wrenches his hand free as politely as he can. “mandeville,” he grunts in greeting. “i’m escorting moira for the -“

“i say, is jicks about?”

jicks, colin remembers with a shudder. that’s right, james was in the club enough for a terrible nickname. colin was not, a fact he thanked god for every damn day. ginny apparently is not as lucky. moira had called her gin with a soft g, as in her favorite drink. mandeville had said gin-gin with a hard g, making her sound like a pampered pekingese, making her not only beautiful but patient as a saint.

moira, who has been forcing down a giggle this entire time, finally jumps in. “i don’t know a jicks but james is at a shooting party.” she sips her martini slowly and gives him a dagger sharp smile. “colin is my escort for the season.”

“stirling and i were at harrow, gin-gin,” he explains. her eyebrows arch but her smile stays polite. “he’s jicks’ baby brother.”

“yes, we were all among the harrowed.”

“harrovians,” mandeville corrects. “come now, stirling. you can’t have forgotten already.”

“i always preferred the harrowed.” colin says and ginny laughs, quickly smothering it with a sip from her champagne flute. “more apt.”

mandeville smiles, looking baffled and smug at the same time. colin itches to throw a punch but reminds himself that lady verney prizes her antique carpets and he’s probably too old to be throwing whisky fueled punches at a society party. “i don’t see what you mean,” he says finally. “everyone had a jolly time, seems to me.”

“perhaps,” colin responds, itching for either a drink in his hand, an exit, or that punch.

“colin didn’t get a nickname at school,” moira adds. “that’s why he’s so crabby about it.”

“we tried corker,” mandeville says. “didn’t take.”

“because my name is colin, not corker.” no, it’s absolutely time for that drink now. “moira, i’ll be in the smoking room. please don’t scandalize the family.”

she shoots him a sharp, mocking salute.

“and a pleasure to make your acquaintance, miss bell. i hope to see you more this season.”

he doesn’t both to address mandeville on the way out.

[sciencestyled]

We're All Mad Here: Quantum Shenanigans with Alice and Co.

Hey there, cool cats and kittens of the digital wonderland! We've got something so fabulously mind-bending for you that it'll make the Mad Hatter's tea parties look like a snooze fest. So, grab your top hats and hold onto those bunny ears because we're about to whisk you away into the zany, brainy world of quantum dimensions — and guess who's leading the parade? None other than our forever-favorite, skirt-puffing, question-asking Alice from "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." Because, why not?

Imagine this: Alice, not content with tumbling down just any ordinary rabbit hole, decides to shimmy her way into the bonkers yet brilliant world of quantum dimensions. Here's where things get really wacky, folks. We're talking about a place where the impossible not only becomes possible but practically does the conga while it’s at it.

In the "normal" world (yawn), we're all about those three dimensions. You know, the usual suspects — length, width, and height. Cute, but kind of basic, right? Well, Alice, in her quantum shindig, shows us that things can get way more spicy. Imagine sitting for tea, and poof! Your chair, tea, and even the cake you were eyeing off — all playing a crazy game of now-you-see-me, now-you-don't. This is what quantum particles do in their free time, folks. They don't just disappear and reappear like a cheap parlor trick; they're in a constant state of 'will they, won't they?'

Now, let's chew on this - quantum mechanics says our particle pals exist in a state of "maybe I'm here, maybe I'm not." Think of it as being invited to two outrageously cool parties at once and showing up to both. Yep, at the same time. It's like the Cheshire Cat doing his vanishing act, but more science-y and less likely to give you the creeps.

This wonderland doesn't just defy logic; it pirouettes around it while blowing raspberries. You see, dear friends, particles in the quantum realm are the ultimate rebels without a cause. They don't walk; they teleport. They don't choose; they hedge their bets. Until you lock eyes with them, they're fluttering around in a wild, ecstatic dance of possibility. Quantum particles are that friend who can't decide what outfit to wear and ends up wearing them all - at once.

And just when you think your brain can't implode any further, enter quantum entanglement. Think of it as the ultimate cosmic gossip network. Two particles, once together, now galaxies apart, still chatting like old ladies at a Sunday social. When one does a twirl, the other, no matter how distant, twirls in response. It's like having a dance partner on the other side of the universe, always in sync, even if you're dancing to completely different tunes.

What does this all mean? Are we saying your next cup of tea might teleport out of your mug and reappear in the heart of a distant star? Probably not (but how cool would that be?). What we are saying is that this quantum wonderland opens doors to possibilities that make our regular, boring, Newtonian world seem like a black-and-white TV show.

So, there you have it, our daring dive into the absurdly fascinating world of quantum dimensions with Alice as our starry-eyed guide. It's like everything you knew about the world got dunked in a pot of cosmic crazy, stirred by the Mad Hatter himself, and served with a side of "what on Earth?!"

And remember, in the quantum world, things are not just stranger than we imagine; they’re stranger than we can imagine. So, keep imagining, keep questioning, and who knows? Maybe one day, you'll find yourself sipping tea in two places at once, just like our dear quantum particles. Until then, stay curious, stay wacky, and never stop wondering what if.

[darkeraven22]

Seven Seas My Cute Little Kitten Volume 1 Review Chapter Six Part 1 (Digital)

First Comes The Zombie Free Basic Fur HuntNow by the resolution of this I’m pretty sure Chibi never ever fled the apartment. But, as it turns out, this was needed. Apparently I completely missed the part where Rena was the instrument of her own stress with Yuna. By making her believe they had drunk sex earlier. Yeah. As cute and brainy as Tuna may be? She kinda has issues with holding onto more…

[goat-yells-at-everything]

Disagree. Well, not on the cat hate or how some people really should consider a cat over a dog but not all cats are chill roommates and not all dogs are human kid lite.

The younger the animal of any species the more attention they need. Dogs can be very different based on breed and individual dog. Cats can be a toss up in personality as they get older. Its harder to tell what a cat will be like as an adult, but they are also easier to be flexible with.

Dogs you can get a general feel for behavior based on breed. Chihuahuas are going to be a bit more needy than average and require more effort to socialize properly but when you do they are actually super chill dogs.

Huskies will have that puppy energy WELL into adulthood. Ive seen elderly Huskies that are just as active as pups! They are opinionated and dramatic but when that energy is focused on a "job" then they are great dogs. Definitely NOT a good fit for a city socialite, though.

Hunting dog and farm dog breeds NEED an outlet for that energy and it NEEDS to be something that engages their brain. They are incredibly intelligent and if they arent engaged right they get bored VERY easily. Small animal/rodent hunters especially (like Jack Russells and other terrier breeds)! The smarter the dog the more destructive when bored so if your dog tears things up, look into more brainy toys and get them engaged with intelligent play.

Cats are harder because, at least in the states, unless you pay big bucks you're getting a domestic short-hair. 90% of adoption centers are domestic short-hair. They will claim a specific breed but unless you have papers, its a DSH. About 9ish% are domestic long-hair and less than 1% have distinct breed characteristics.

That means you can't go by breed for your base personality. Some cats change dramatically from kittens to adults while others stay about the same. My DSH is a needy little twit that demands attention and gets upset when I'm gone all day. He needs a lot of mental stimulation to keep him from being destructive when bored. He likes to play with big dogs but dispises little ones. Hes like Husky software running on cat hardware.

So always look into the animal you want to adopt. Species, breed (if applicable), and individual.

Your daily dose of cat memes

[bentenharuki]

Oh, wow... look how Kenma kitten fires up in the clash with the irritating dwarf. SO shocking... NOT

Me, barfing at today Haikyuu chapter which I had predicted entirely before this tragic arc even started. Terrible arc. Terrible. Furudate please cut it down. You’re dragging a corpse around.

[rocketonthemoon]

Kara the living laser pointer this is a great fanfic in action here

[sbrn10]

Me rewatching 6x03 after being hit with a brief burst of affection for this show after reading Katie’s interviews and accidentally watching J’onn say “That’s an order, M’gann”: ORDERS ON WHAT AUTHORITY????????

[tjdawsy]

I’m obsessed with the idea that Brainy has kitten razer earphones

Brainy doodles (with angst)

[supercorpbb]

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It wasn’t entirely unusual for Kara to visit Lena at work.

What was unusual, however, was Supergirl barreling headfirst through a plate glass window into the conference room while Lena was personally welcoming the newest group of L-Corp interns.

Lena stood at the front of the conference room, heart thundering in her chest, as Kara rolled around on the floor for a long moment before standing and whipping her cape over her head.

“Whoopsie-daisy!” Supergirl exclaimed in a sing-song voice not entirely appropriate for the amount of destruction she had just caused. She looked around the room with wide eyes before her gaze landed on her wife. “Lena!”

“K— Supergirl,” Lena huffed as the Kryptonian hugged her, squeezing just a bit too tightly for Lena’s human rib cage. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy,” Kara replied. “You smell nice.”

“Supergirl,” Lena muttered as Kara inhaled deeply into Lena’s hair. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kara said innocently. “Ooo, what’s that?”

Lena looked up and realized that she had squeezed the laser pointer in her hand, and the small red dot was moving across the screen behind her. Kara released her from her hug and backed up, sticking her tongue out and furrowing her brow in concentration before launching herself at the wall. Lena’s wrist flicked in surprise, sending the little red dot across the wall and onto the ceiling. Kara, unrestrained by the laws of gravity, took off after the dot, and in doing so sent the projector screen to the floor with a loud crash.

“Miss Luthor?”

Lena looked away from the chaotic Kryptonian as her assistant poked her head into the room. “Jess, I’m not sure now is the time…”

“Agent Danvers is on Line One,” Jess told her, but she was watching as Kara chased the laser pointer into a corner, knocking over a potted plant in the process.

“Right,” Lena replied. She looked back at the dozen interns currently watching National City’s heroine pouncing on a red dot. “Okay, I think everyone should head to lunch a bit early. Orientation will resume at one thirty with your department heads.”

The young scientists didn’t even grumble as they shuffled out of the room.

“Here, keep her occupied,” Lena instructed, handing over the laser pointer to Jess as she stepped into the lobby to take the phone call. “Alex?”

“Heeeeey, Lena,” Alex answered, raising Lena’s suspicions. “I don’t want to alarm you, but, um, have you seen…?”

“Have I seen my wife? Yes, she crashed through the window into my conference room about three minutes ago, and now Jess is… entertaining her,” Lena replied, peering into the next room. In fact, Jess might’ve been having a bit too much fun leading Kara around the room using the laser pointer. Lena sighed and focused her attention back to the phone call.

“Oh, good, good,” Alex replied. “Does she seem a little… off?”

“If by off you mean high as a kite, then yes, I’d say she’s a little off,” Lena told her. “Care to explain?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line and Lena could practically hear Alex trying to formulate her response. “Well, the team got a call from the NC Botanical Gardens about this plant that somebody donated that they couldn’t identify and it turned out to be alien and while they were inspecting it, the plant shot some kind of pollen in their faces.”

“Some kind of pollen?” Lena interrupted. “Is it dangerous?”

“I don’t think so,” Alex replied. “It affected them all differently. J’onn passed out immediately— he’s fine, he’s sleeping it off in the infirmary. Brainy is acting like he’s had fifteen shots of espresso— he’s currently reprogramming the Roomba for combat. It didn’t affect Nia at all, probably because she’s half human. Kara flew off before I could really get an idea of how it was affecting her, but you say she’s… high? How so?”

Lena looked back into the other room to see that Kara was lying on her back beneath the broken potted palm, slapping playfully at the fronds and giggling. She really only had one comparison she could make.

When she was seven years old, Lionel had brought home a kitten as a pet. A little black and white fluff ball with a flat face, Lena had named her Duchess. Lena had doted on the cat until Lillian sent her away to boarding school, and she wasn’t entirely sure what became of it after that. One distinct memory of the cat came to mind now. She had given Duchess a catnip-stuffed toy, and the normally refined feline had spent hours rolling around on the toy, carrying it from room to room, pupils dilated, completely relaxed, stoned out of her mind.

That was exactly what Kara looked like now.

“Are you telling me my sister is—“

“Basically a human-shaped cat at the moment? Mmhmm,” Lena confirmed.

Alex let out a long-suffering sigh on the other end of the phone. “Okay, we need to get her someplace safe where she can’t do any damage until the chemicals get out of her system.”

“If I can get her home, I can turn on the red sun lamps in the bedroom,” Lena replied.

“Every time I try to forget that you had those installed, you just have to remind me,” Alex grumbled. “But yeah, good idea. Take her home, make her shower to get any excess pollen off, and then just lock her in the bedroom until it wears off.”

“Okay, I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.”

Lena made her way back to the conference room where Kara was hiding behind the edge of the table, eyeing the laser pointer on the wall yet again, and Jess was smiling gleefully as she slowly moved the light in circles around on the wall.

“Okay, I hate to break up the fun, but hand over the laser pointer,” Lena said, holding her hand out expectantly.

“Awwwww,” Jess groused.

“Jessica,” Lena warned.

Jess sighed and gave her the device. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Lena told her. “I’m gonna need you to—“

“Cancel your meetings for the rest of the day and have facilities come clean up this mess and replace the window?” Jess supplied. “On it, boss.”

“Now I remember why I hired you,” Lena said with a grin. “Come on, Kara, darling, we’re going home.”

“But—“ Kara began to argue, only to stop when Lena aimed the laser pointer at the door.

Lena managed to get the pouncing Kryptonian into the elevator, downstairs, and through the lobby with minimal incident and only one bent elevator panel of destruction. What Lena hadn’t realized, however, was that once they were outside, the bright midday sunlight made the laser pointer’s dot near-impossible to see, even for Kryptonian eyes. The city itself, however, offered plenty of things to distract Kara away from the town car on the curb.

“Ooo, look, Lena!” Kara exclaimed. “Kebabs!”

Lena grabbed Kara’s cape in an attempt to stop her, but that only resulted in her being dragged across the sidewalk towards a falafel stand. Once they were at the front of the line, Lena bought several servings of kebabs and grabbed them all up before Kara could get hold of them.

“Nuh-uh,” Lena chastised. “You only get kebabs if you get in the car. Deal?”

Kara pouted, but she reluctantly cooperated. Once they were in the car, Lena instructed George to take them to her penthouse. When they reached the apartment building, however, there was an ice cream truck serendipitously stationed on the corner, and Kara pointedly refused to enter the building without getting ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but scowl as she paid for a heaping cone of Kara’s favorite chocolate swirl. Her dour mood couldn’t last, however, with Kara happily lapping at her ice cream cone as the elevator made its way to the top floor.

Once inside their apartment, it wasn’t difficult to get Kara into the bedroom, and once she was there Lena immediately hit the button that switched on the red sun lamps and locked down all of the windows and doors. The room was awash in a coppery glow, and Kara immediately sank down on the foot of the bed.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed woozily.

“You okay?” Lena asked, immediately concerned.

“Yeah, just really sleepy all of a sudden,” Kara replied, and then she yawned in further confirmation. She stretched her arms high over her head, the remainder of her ice cream cone tipping precariously.

“Easy there,” Lena warned, pulling the offending dessert back down to face-level. “Why don’t you finish that up while I get the shower going, and then after that you can take a nap. Sound good?”

“Will you nap with me?” Kara asked pitifully

“Of course,” Lena replied. After the last half hour, she certainly felt like she needed a nap herself.

Kara finished the ice cream quickly, as Lena collected towels and pajamas. She managed to get Kara out of her super suit and into the shower without using the laser pointer or bribing her with food. For a moment Lena felt quite successful— until Kara reached out and yanked Lena, fully clothed, under the spray.

“Kara!” Lena sputtered.

Kara just giggled, eyes fixated south of Lena’s face as her white blouse became more and more transparent. “Hehe… tiddies.”

Lena put her fingers underneath Kara’s chin and pushed her face up until she met her gaze. “Eyes up here, Danvers.”

By the time she got Kara out of the shower her wife was practically falling asleep standing up. Lena managed to get Kara’s blonde hair mostly dried and forced her into a t-shirt and pajama shorts before she staggered to the bed.

“Just gonna close my eyes for a bit,” Kara murmured as she cuddled into a pillow.

“You do that, darling,” Lena chuckled. Then she made her way back to the bathroom. She cleaned up the puddles of water, dried her hair, and put on her own pajamas before returning to the bedroom.

She blinked at the sight that greeted her. In the ten minutes she had taken in the bathroom, Kara had raided their closet for all of the pillows, blankets, and extra comforters, and had used those to construct a round fort on their king-size bed.

“Kara?” Lena called hesitantly, and a blonde head appeared over the top of the nest.

“Lena!” Kara exclaimed, reaching toward her with grabby hands.

Lena went willingly, climbing carefully over the blankets and into the red-tinted pillow fort Kara had created. Once she was inside, Kara tucked a blanket over her and then curled into her body, resting practically on top of her as her head found Lena’s chest for a pillow.

“Mmm, this okay?” Kara asked.

Lena sighed, moving a bit until her body fit even better against Kara’s. “This is good.”

“Yeah,” Kara sighed. “You’re so soft. Love you.”

Lena stroked her hair and let out a sigh of her own. “Love you, too.”