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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Hexes and Honeysuckle (Four)

We dive into a little bit of Bucky related angst in this chapter but don’t worry, Tony comes riding to his rescue like everyone’s favorite feline Prince Charming.

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“So you can’t in fact do an invisibility spell.” Bucky re-lathered up the washcloth and continued scrubbing at the stains on his arm. “Or did you confuse invisibility with ‘blueberry flavored soul staining ink’?”

“To be fair, I didn’t take into account the different ways a spell would affect a feline form versus a human form.” Tony sank further into his giant bowl of soapy water, nothing but his little face above the bubbles and massive amounts of hair floating around him in a halo. “I didn’t expect the explosion, neither did I expect the ridiculous color.”

“Clearly.” Bucky dunked his head back into the bathtub and soaped up his hair. “How long is this gonna stay on us?”

“Do you remember the witch Wonka?” A bubble landed on Tony’s nose and the feline went cross eyed trying to stare at it. “Had that weird house and got in trouble for being careless with his spells?”

“No.” Bucky shook his head. “Don’t pay much attention to other witches, Tony. What does Wonka have to do with me being blueberry blue?”

“Uh…. nothing. Nevermind.” the bubble popped and Tony went back to splashing idly, watching soapy lines of blue fade out of his fur and turn the water almost purple. “You shouldn’t be complaining by the way, you look great in blue. You should be thanking me.”

“I should be shaving you.”

“Eh.” the familiar gave a kitty approximation of a shrug. “Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.”

It was easier after that, after one good spell and one acutely horrible spell and a wonderful camaraderie bloomed from shared blue skin, hair and fingernails.

Tony would be sassy to the day he died but at least now his comments were layered with something almost close to affection, the bite missing from his sarcasm and literal bite missing from any moments of annoyance that inevitably sprang up.

Bucky took peas out of the dinner rotation entirely and bought chicken at the market to shred and prepare the way Tony demanded requested, read his spells out loud so Tony could correct any mispronunciations and at night he even put a pillow over at Tony’s side of the bed so the cat would stop poofing it away.

When the day to day things worked without devolving into chaos, non magic related moments started inching towards domestic and maybe even friendly and as the days rolled into weeks, the heart to heart bond that was so essential to witch-familiar relationships finally began to spark between the pair.

“Peggy told me I needed to learn some humility.” Tony offered one day as he shredded dandelion blooms for their next attempt at a potion. “She told me I was too young to be half so confident and when one of my spells got out of control and nearly hurt someone, she got mad.”

“Spells get outta control all the time.” Bucky paused in his mixing and re-read the incantation for the third time so he wouldn’t screw it up when it came time to recite. “I’m still scrubbing blue outta my scalp from the invisibility thing. Sometimes people get hurt. Why was she so mad?”

“She said it should scare me that someone was almost hurt. But I said that they weren’t actually hurt, so why did it matter.” the familiar tipped over his bowl and pawed the dandelion out onto the table. “So she hexed me into this form till I learned some empathy and humility.”

“Uh huh.” Bucky scooped up the dandelion and added it to the mix. “So how’s that going?”

“Well, I’ve been a cat for about a billion years now so you tell me.” Tony batted at Bucky’s hand when the witch tried to add too much liquid. “Stop that, you’re doing it wrong.”

“You’re rude.” Bucky batted the cat right back. “Billion years, huh? Is that why your hair’s gone gray?”

“WHAT?!” Tony puffed up instantly, eyes wide and ears laid back and aforementioned gray fur fuzzed out. “I am not gray! I am not old enough to be gray!”

“Sure you are.” Bucky countered with a sly smirk. “How old are you in human years, anyway?”

“It’s rude to ask a cat their age.” Tony sniffed primly, settling his fur back down and going back to his spell. “If I was a lady, I’d slap you for being pertinent.”

“You not being a lady hasn’t stopped you from slapping me.” the witch stated, and checked off the last ingredient on their list to make sure the potion was ready. “You slapped me earlier today cos your eggs were runny.”

“I struck you lovingly with the soft side of my paw cos you cracked a raw egg on my plate and told me to quit yowling for food.” Tony corrected, and scooped up just a tiny bit more of dandelion leaf to add to the bowl. “And for the record, I’m still young for a witch. Just over two hundred.”

“Twice my age, huh?”

“Yeah, you’re a baby witch.” Satisfied Bucky wasn’t going to blow the roof off the cottage with a mismatched spell, Tony decided his work was done for the day and rolled over into the patch of sunshine on the table to sun his belly. “Thank goodness you have someone powerful and wise like me to show you the way.”

“Is that what you’re claiming these days?” Bucky hesitated, then hesitated again and then finally reached out to give scritches on the familiar’s soft belly. “That you’re powerful and wise instead of hairy and spiteful?”

Tony cracked an eye at the witch, then wriggled a little closer and closed his eyes again. “Who says I can’t be all of the above?”

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“Can you hear me?” Tony tapped on the wall a few times and watched closely to see if the witch huddled inside the glass cage reacted at all. “Bucky? I know I said your dreams were boring but I’d take it back if you’d just acknowledge how absolutely cool I am for being able to dream walk out of my familiar form.”

The witch didn’t answer just like he hadn’t answered the past several times Tony had let himself into Bucky’s psyche and wandered around the empty surface.

“Why do you do this?” Tony slid down onto the floor and crossed his legs, propped his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. “Most witches practice for decades before learning how to physically control their dreams but you can actively choose where your consciousness goes when you sleep despite having set the table on fire this morning. So why do you choose to lock yourself up in nothing?”

The silence was almost painful against Tony’s ears and he wondered idly if being stuck as a cat for so long had translated into his human form having weird catlike issues like enhanced hearing.

“Are you worried about nightmares?” he asked through the barrier. “About your magic flexing and hurting someone?”

No answer.

“We should plant honeysuckle.” he told dream-Bucky. “It keeps evil spirits away and maybe if we keep them away in your waking hours, you’ll be able to dream instead of hiding away in here. You look lonely and I don’t really like that.

No answer.

“...Bucky?” Tony swallowed uncomfortably. “I’m getting worried about you.”

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“We should plant honeysuckle.” Tony told the witch the next morning. “We should plant an ash tree too, and at least some sunflowers but also definitely honeysuckle.”

“Why’s that?” Bucky looked exhausted today, dark rings under his eyes and hair rumpled from tossing and turning all night. He hadn’t slept well the last several nights, his usual dream meditation interrupted by the feeling that someone was watching, lurking, that something was hovering just out of range of his safe space inside his own head. It hadn’t felt malicious, hadn’t felt dangerous, but the presence had disrupted his calm anyway and after several days of hardly any sleep, Bucky was miserable and faltering.

...and scared, because when he was overly tired the nightmares were always worse and he didn’t want one tonight or any time soon. “Why uh-- why honeysuckle, Tony?”

“Cos it’s pretty.” Tony kept his eyes trained on the toaster, watching carefully, closely so when the toast popped it wouldn’t scare him off the counter like it had done yesterday. “And it keeps the evil spirits away.”

“But then you wouldn’t be allowed in the house anymore.” the witch said tiredly.

“Oh har-dee-har-har.” The familiar’s ears flattened warily when the smell of nearly finished toast reached his nose and he tensed in preparation for the noise. “Fine, don’t plant it. I’m allergic anyway and would just sneeze the whole time.”

“That sounds exactly like something an evil spirit would say. What are you hiding beneath those whiskers, cat?” The toaster pop!-ed and Tony yowled and fell off the counter right into Bucky’s outstretched palm, because the witch remembered the familiar splatting onto the floor the last time this happened. “Were you scared of toasters when you were human?”

“I’m not scared of toasters!”

“Say’s the pussy cat with his claws digging into my wrist.” Bucky hefted the cat onto the counter and went to wash his hand before going back to cooking. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Tony glared at the offending appliance. “My magic is linked to iron which is the base of everything steel and I think cat-me has taken that link and magnified it to the point of--”

Bucky just looked at him, and Tony sighed. “Basically my magic is so compressed in this form that it comes out in weird ways, and the longer a timer ticks down on anything remotely mechanical, the harder everything vibrates through me. It’s annoying.”

“You got a headache?” Bucky was exhausted but he still took the time to scratch at Tony’s ears gently. “Would honeysuckle help with that? Drive the evil spirit of technology from your body by way of allergies?”

“Keep talking and I’m gonna--”

Tony shut up when the witch unplugged the toaster and the hum buzzing down the familiar’s spine finally eased. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Yeah, kitty.” Bucky gave up on breakfast and stumbled back towards the bed. “I’m gonna sleep some more, okay? You okay out here alone?”

“I’m an apex predator, Bucky. I can handle being alone in a countryside cottage for a few hours.”

“You’re forty pounds of irritation and claws.”

“I am sixteen pounds at the most”

Whatever Bucky mumbled in response was lost in his pillow as he fell face first onto the mattress, and after a quick nibble at not quite cooked bacon and eggs, Tony jumped from counter to table to floor and trotted over to the bed.

“Can I come up, too?”

The witch mumbled something that might have been, “When have you ever asked before doing anything?” and Tony took that as permission to leap onto the blankets and pick his way towards the pillows. Bucky rolled over a little bit and hugged one of his pillows tighter, hiding his face beneath his long hair and groaning quietly when Tony booped at him. “Leave me alone!”

“Tell me about your magic.” Without the buzz of plugged in appliances running through his veins, Tony felt like he could finally breathe and he nudged in close and booped at Bucky’s nose again in appreciation. “Do you know anything about it at all?”

“Think it’s linked to nature.” the witch pushed the feline away again and rolled onto the other side so he didn’t get a face full of fur. “Maybe winter. Dunno what it feels like to be powerful, but I always feel better when it’s cold, when it snows.”

“Okay, Elsa.” Tony wibbled and wobbled as he crossed the pillow so he could see Bucky’s face again. “When winter comes we’ll try some outdoor spells. Get you grounded to nature and see what happens.”

“When winter comes.” Bucky repeated. “You think you’ll still be here when it snows?”

“Bucky bear, at the rate I’m going I’ll be here till the world ends.” Tony turned in a few circles and burrowed down into the blanket to sleep next to Bucky. “Lucky you, huh?”

Bucky finally smiled a tiny bit and rested his hand on the big cat’s rear, petting lightly until Tony’s tail lashed out to smack him in the face as a warning to stop.

“Sheesh. Sorry.”

“I’m trying to sleep and touching my butt just makes me horny.” Tony reprimanded and Bucky grimaced, “Yikes that’s weird, don’t say that. You’re a cat, Tony.”

“I might be furry and feline, but I’m still a man.” the familiar snipped. “In my human form, my butt would put you on the floor. You’d actually drool over the roundness of my rear.”

“Annnnd on that note, I’m gonna face the other way.” Bucky turned back to the other side of the bed and Tony grinned to himself and settled in for a mid morning nap.

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Everything was white and still until it wasn’t, and then Tony was running as fast as he could across the endless space to get to Bucky, to get to the screaming and the noise and the horror that had forced its way through the walls of the witch’s mind.

The thing had tentacles, had multiple heads and rows and rows of teeth. It was blood red one moment and then vile black the next, a Hydra monster and a nightmare, a cursed creature set loose by another witch’s wrath, and the demon from Bucky’s past.

Bucky was screaming, the Hydra monster screeching, the witch scrambling back against the walls of his self made cage and covering his face with his arm, the creature shoving through the cracks in the glass and reaching-- reaching--

“Bucky!” Tony slammed both hands onto his side of the wall and shouted for his witch. “Bucky! Let me in so I can save you! Let me in so I can save you!”

The far wall shattered beneath the weight of terror, teeth and tentacles and stench roiling over the shards to rush towards the stranded witch and Tony dug both hands into his hair and cursed his helpless, cursed his Auntie for taking so much of his magic, cursed himself for being so foolish and cocky to end up in the position when he couldn’t even help someone who mattered.

Tony screamed his frustration to the white nothing outside the box of horrors, then set his teeth and straightened his shoulders, called every bit of dormant magic from his bones and pulsed it out through his hands in a bolt of bright blue.

The glass melted beneath his magic and Tony burned his legs as he climbed over the molten edges but he didn’t let it stop him as he raced to Bucky’s side. “I’ve got you!” He cried over the noise of the monster, over the sound of Bucky’s screams and the way they landed physical and awful on his soul. “Bucky, I’ve got you! Hold on!”

Another blast of power towards the monster and the thing recoiled with a shriek, Tony kept one hand over Bucky’s eyes and kept the other palm out towards the Hydra, shoving the mass back through the cracks of the walls, pushing it far enough that he could move the atoms of the glass and weld them back together. It was an ugly scar across a previously pristine wall, a disfigured slash across what had once been protecting the witch and there was a lesson there, a metaphor about Bucky’s past and the scars cat-Tony didn’t have but human Tony kept hidden beneath his clothes.

But now wasn’t the time for personal reflection or whatever lesson Tony needed to learn. Right now Tony needed to rescue his witch and this was a dream which meant he had no trouble scooping Bucky’s bulk up into his arms and running towards the melted wall and away from the thud-thud-thud of the Hydra throwing itself against the other side and the moment Tony set foot over the barrier of the room--

--Bucky woke up screaming, crying, thrashing around in the bed and Tony just curled as close as he could, meowing and trying to purr and trying not to cry in shared pain as his witch sobbed into the pillows.

“It’s okay.” he whispered and Bucky bit out a frustrated curse. “Bucky it’s-- it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

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The afternoon sun was warm and golden through the windows of their cottage when Tony finally got up the courage to go and sit next to Bucky. The big brunette had been wrapped up in a quilt and staring out at the empty garden for hours now, and when Tony jumped up onto the arm of the easy chair, Bucky only shifted a little and sighed.

“You uh--” the familiar cleared his throat. “You’ve spent decades working on a spell to keep yourself from dreaming, haven’t you? Cos when you dream it’s only nightmares?”

“...yeah.” Bucky’s voice was hoarse from screaming and Tony nudged a cup of tea closer to the witch. “Must not be a real good spell though, or you wouldn’t have gotten through.”

“You knew that was me?”

“Your voice is the same.” Bucky muttered. “Voice and your hair, human you and kitty you have got sorta a dumb amount of hair.”

It should be a joke but Bucky was so tired and miserable that Tony couldn’t even smile. Instead he hooked his claws in the quilt and tugged it down past Bucky’s left shoulder so he could see the red star, then down a little further to see the mess of scars and pushed his forehead onto the ruined skin in a moment of deep sympathy. “I’m sorry about what happened to your coven.”

And after another minute, “And I’m sorry I was so callous about you not knowing any magic when we first met. How old-- uh, how old were you when it-- when the Hydra--”

“I was twenty five.” Bucky’s pale eyes closed when a soft soft paw patted at his mark. “Not even old enough to have started any training. The old covens like Lehigh, they raise witches meant to be connected to nature so the first thirty, forty years are all spent getting to know the Earth Goddess. They figure if we know the name of every plant, every seed and sapling and the way the water talks then when it comes time to use it with magic, we’re a step ahead.”

“Not a bad theory.” Tony loafed out next to the witch, tucking his paws under his body and his tail in close to his side. “So you weren’t only young, you barely knew anything at all.”

“I didn’t know nothin’.” A flash of anger in Bucky’s voice, there and gone before it amounted to much of anything. “Sure didn’t know enough to help when that thing came outta the water and killed everyone I knew. Didn’t know enough to figure out why Alexander hated us enough to kill us. Dunno why--”

Softer, “Dunno why I survived.”

“Bucky--”

“Should’ve been swept into the sea right along with my home.” the witch finished in a broken whisper. “Stead’a wandering around for seventy years fuckin’ useless.”

“You’re not useless, you feed me, don’t you?” Tony twitched his whiskers and tried to make his witch smile. “In your dreams, why glass?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to see what’s out there than to close my eyes and pretend I can’t hear it coming to get me.” Bucky finally shifted over towards Tony and the cat immediately met him halfway, leaning in so he was tucked to the witch’s side. “Cos I already know, you know? I already know what’s coming, and it scares me every time but it’d be worse if I didn’t look.”

Tony was quiet for a few beats. “You think you’re saving yourself by walling out the nightmares but really you’re just walling yourself in.”

“Huh?”

“Your dream box.” Tony said softly. “It keeps the bad things out until it doesn’t, but then in the scary moments it keeps you trapped. You need a door.”

“If there’s a door then all the scary things can get in too.” Bucky sounded like he might cry again, hopeless and angry and Tony meow-ed at him comfortingly.

“Make it an escape hatch. A secret tunnel. A bat cave.” Bucky’s brow scrunched down and Tony clarified, “I forget you don’t know the same people I do. The familiar Bruce is a bat in animal form, and he’s freaky as hell but he’s got the coolest house I’ve ever seen.”

“Tony--”

“We call it the bat cave, cos the guy is batty.” the familiar explained, and waggled kitty-brows at the witch. “Get it?”

“You tell bad jokes.” Bucky reached over with his right hand to scratch behind Tony’s ears. “An escape hatch, huh?”

“Just one that you know about.” Tony promised. “You and um-- maybe me. Just in case.”

“Just in case.” the witch finally smiled a little bit and the familiar climbed into his lap, then stood on hind legs to boop their noses. “What was that for?”

“I’m glad you didn’t get swept away with everything else in Lehigh.” Tony said slowly, carefully, the act of being honest about his feelings something he wasn’t particularly used to. “Cos you know, cats hate water. It ruins my hair.”

“Of course it does.” Bucky scooped Tony up in his arm and pressed his face into all that fur. “Thank you for saving me, Tony.”

...and as they sat there in the sunshine, a little piece of Tony felt saved too.

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rhodeswarriors · 3 years

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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! “

#rhodesphalanx #♜// 02. IN CHARACTER.#♜// 26. BLEMISHINE.

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johannstutt413 · 4 years

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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.

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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...

#arknights #dr. kal'tsit (arknights)#two in a row!#i would put more here #but i don't have anything else to add #arknights fic

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epcot97 · 4 years

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“No changes at all,” Bunnix said as she leaned on her umbrella. “The timeline is as it should be. At least,” she added with a smile, “for the time being.”

I rolled my feline eyes from where I was perched on a railing. “Puns are more my department, Bunny.”

“That’s Bunnix to you, Chat,” the rabbit-themed holder laughed.

“Potato, Po-tah-to,” I smiled.

Ladybug pressed a gloved hand to her face, and I laughed again. The three of us were atop one of the older rows of townhomes in the city at a meeting called by Ladybug. It was mid-April and we still had not found so much as a trace of the Miracle Box we had been searching for since New Year’s Day. We were starting to throw up every Hail Mary in the book, including asking Bunnix to re-check the timeline. There was an outside chance Manon was an artifact of a timeline adjustment, but our teammate had just confirmed that wasn’t the case.

“Thanks for researching just the same,” Ladybug sighed. “I guess at this point, we’ll just have to wait for Hawmoth’s next move.”

“It might give us something,” I nodded. “Though I am starting to wonder if it truly exists.”

“I won’t discount that possibility,” Ladybug sighed again. “But it does seem unlikely given how many Miraculous we recovered from her.”

“I know,” I said, tail twitching. “A cat can hope.”

“I’ve got to hop,” Bunnix interjected. “Unless you need something else from me?”

“No, not at all. Thanks,” Ladybug smiled tiredly. The search and lack of evidence had been dragging her down, especially the last month or so as the treasure hunt had taken on the feeling of fruitlessness.

“See you around, then,” Bunnix waved as she flipped over the edge of the roof and sailed away using her umbrella.

I watched her go, and thought aloud: “She’s not far from the age when we saw her the first time, is she?”

“No,” Ladybug said. “Within a year or two I would think.”

I looked at my partner. “Do you think we are close to the moment, then?” I asked.

“Which one?” she replied a bit tiredly.

I slid off the railing and pulled her to me. “When Bunnix visited us all those years ago, we found out there was another Hawkmoth. That by definition means we must have defeated the current one, right?”

Ladybug looked at me. “I hadn’t thought about that, but yeah, you’re right. Maybe this Miraculous Box we’re hunting for plays a larger role than we realized.”

“We’ll find it,” I said as I kissed her hair. “Don’t worry.”

“I know,” she replied. “Come one, let’s get home.”

Chat gets some unexpected answers when he presses for details of Bunnix’s visit to Ladybug years earlier. Read the latest chapter on AO3 or FF.Net.

#marichat #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous fanfic

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prehistoricuprising-blog · 4 years

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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.

#paleontology #dino #dinosaur #allo #allosaurus #paleontological #fossil #fossils #bones #jurassic #carnivore #carnivorous #pack hunting #hunting #teeth

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twibthegryphon · 5 years

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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

#undertheroses #baruta twib #twibthegryphon

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lusory-m-blog · 5 years

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CHARACTER BIO

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Nepeta Leijon PRONUNCIATION: Nep-eh-tah LAY-on NICKNAME: Nep, AC, Cave Gir, Rogue of Heart GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 6′7″ AGE: 17 ZODIAC: Leo SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Alternian, English

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

HAIR COLOUR: Black EYE COLOUR: Golden eyes with dark grey / slight olive green irises SKIN TONE: Grey BODY TYPE: Slim but fit DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE: The cat like orange horns and her cybernetic blue cat tail

CHILDHOOD.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Inside the brooding caverns, along with other trolls her age HOMETOWN: In some deep, untouched woods near Outglut, Thrashthrust FIRST WORDS: She didn’t have any exact firs words; the first thing she ever “said” were her imitating her Lusus’ meowing and roaring. She only learned how to talk later on SIBLINGS: Trolls dont have siblings PARENTS: She is descendant of The Disciple PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: Adult trolls never get to be involved in their kids lives. Her “parent” was a giant, two mouthed feline

TEEN LIFE.

PART TIME OCCUPATION: Huntress CURRENT RESIDENCE: Inside a cave within the same woods as mentioned before CLOSE FRIENDS: Equius Zahhak RELATIONSHIP STATUS: She’s in a happy moirailligence with Equius DRIVER’S LICENSE: She lived in the woods. She never even saw a car CRIMINAL RECORD: Doesn’t have any because she lived in the WOODS

SEX AND ROMANCE.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: The best way to explain this is to quote some canon context: “ They can be quite bossy and domineering, although that usually comes out of a genuine belief that they know best and can help the ones they care about. They are extremely faithful friends and lovers, ready to drop everything and go into helper mode. However, if their trust is breached, there's no going back. No one can hold a grudge like an Olive Sign, and they aren't afraid to just pick up and leave if they decide something isn't working for them. Romance and companionship are extremely important to them, so even if they get hurt, their hearts remain open. “

MISCELLANEOUS.

CHARACTER THEME SONG: Olive Rogue ( Homestuck OST: Colours and Mayhem, Universe A ) HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Drawing, writing and hunting MENTAL ILLNESS: Aspergers Syndrome, aka., Autism PHYSICAL ILLNESS: None FEARS: Dogs that are similar to Jack Noir SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: Nepeta is incredibly prideful and has high self confidence, though she doesn’t claims it and throws her elf love around at any given moment VULNERABILITIES: Her strength lies in emotional and physical strength; she deeply lacks in logic and mental matters and gets usually frustrated when she tries to make sense of cerebral matters

Tagged by: The most wonderful @jxckspxcer!

Tagging: All of you! Say that I tagged you, so I can see your answers to this!

#long post tw #♡ ﾟ.*･｡ dash memes — （ the shitty horn pile is right over there ）

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theboondogglepub · 5 years

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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.”

#ffxiv Rp

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tahthetrickster · 14 days

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PAUSE

this is a marty appreciation checkpoint. he is 18 years old and needs daily appreciation.

please acknowledge him with his preferred traditional cat greeting of A

thank you.

#tah's feline #cats man #can u believe how old this man is. bro has had to have numerous major surgeries throughout his life #and he's still kicking!!!! and being loud as fuck!!!!!!#and (according to the vet) in GREAT condition for an elderly man his age #appreciate him. this is not optional.

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mxgicalheathen-moved · 5 years

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@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.

#Magicl girl of slaughter(in character)#going 'round town(Crossover)#feline-puppeteer #hey

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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Eidyia Ethrae - didn't meme to hurt your feelings

@maeve-avrae

Alternia or Beforus?

Beforus. I have an alternian descendant (nurse, sylph of rage) and ancestor (alternate adult self) for this character as well. I might send them in at a later date?

Name: Eidyia Ethrae

“Eidyia’s name was derived from the Greek word eidô meaning “to see” or “to know.” She probably personified the power of the eye which in Greek superstition was the source of a witch’s supernatural powers. As an Okeanid-nymph she was presumably also the Naiad of the main well or fountain of Kolkhis–the marriage of founding-king and local Naiad is a common motif in Greek myth.“

Ethraee is a lesser deity from D&D, with control over both the sun and the moon. It seemed fitting, because she’s struggling to find a balance between her daytime and nighttime activities, or sun and moon. It’s also a nod to her interest in flarping.

Hm… Why do you have her named after an Oceanid if she’s a landdweller? I guess if you themed her around witches or something of that sort it could work… Hmmmm. …You know what, with her umbrella and her look and her rage theme and that witch name, I might want to make her like a… more chaotic-neutral Mary Poppins? Not that Mary Poppins isn’t chaotic but I’m sure you get what I mean. …Hm.

Okay okay Eidyia Etharee stays.

Age: approaching maturity/ adult depending on the setting.

Title: mage of rage or seer of rage, not exactly sure on this one yet

Witch of Rage, because she actively attempts to change the rage-state of people. It makes her a more chaotic element. She’s able to manipulate and change the negative emotions experienced… her inverse is seer of hope, which means through other mediums she can come to understand the nature of optimism around her….

Blood color: jade, but I’ve been thinking of making her a cuspblood with olive, because when she’s being mischievous she takes on some more feline-like personality traits.

Being a cusp would make her a mutant/might knock her out of the jade range, realistically. Honestly if I was going to bump her anywhere outside of Jade, I’d actually bump her to Teal. …She might even make a pretty good purple. I guess we’ll keep addressing that possibility as we go!

Symbol and meaning:

viricorn, sign of the lethal. I like how this one looks like a heart; it captures her emphatic nature. ‘’the lethal’’ captures her more sadistic nature. Plus it’s also a rage sign!

If you were to bump her to purple, her sign would be Capricorn, which isn’t necessarily ideal… Hmmm.

Dream Planet: Prospit

I do think this is fitting for her. She seems capricious and likely to let her feelings at the moment control how she engages with other people. She also doesn’t seem like the kind to fixate on the past/future, but to live in the moment, and to be adaptive… So, yes. Good.

Trolltag: attentionAsunder , curiousCantrip, compellingCatnap, calescentCruisader

I have several ideas, but haven’t been able to decide yet. I like alliteration though, like you might be able to tell lol.

If you don’t mind breaking the GCAT rule, how about diurnalDragoon, referencing her ability to walk around in the daytime. Dragoon references kind of a goading nature, her trying to bait people into being mad.

Quirk: no clue yet, but she likes using complicated words to sound smart and elegant.maybe also something pun-based because of her mischievous nature?

As a reference to the Mary Poppins thing I said earlier, I’d kind of like the idea of her having a habit of rhyming/turning things into little songs, as well as having a habit of making up her own complicated words and portmanteaus for funsies.

Fetch Modus: Haven’t thought of this yet ;@_@

Suoicodilaipxecitsiligarfilacrepus Modus. Or more reasonably, Reverse Modus. She has to figure out how to say the name of an object backwards in order to access it. That’s easy for something like a Hat (Tah), but not quite as much for something like a Chimney Brush (Hsurb Yenmihc).

Special Abilities (if any): sunlight resistance, and can sense emotions. She gets better at sensing small changes in someone’s disposition if she’s close (both physically and emotionally) to the person she is trying to read. She’s better at sensing negative emotions like anger, discomfort, frustration and pain.

I do like that even if I still have a problem with Jades being given additional abilities… hrm… I guess being an empath is something that can happen naturally anyways. A purple could have a stronger sense of this, probably, and maybe even be able to manipulate emotions a little bit.

Strife Specibus: parasolkind

However resistant to sunlight she may be, some protection from the deadly lazer is more than welcome. When in a pinch, it makes for a decent clobbering tool too!

If you theoretically moved her away from jade up to purple, this parasol would be slightly more necessary.

Lusus: (spiny flower) mantis, with antennae shaped like a deer’s antlers

Since mantis are known for killing their spouse I thought it would make a fitting connection with the ’‘lethal” title. Their claws are sharp and dangerous, but at the same time they are patient and calm creatures.

Other animals I considered were a musk deer, because it is also known as the vampire deer for its iconic fangs, and a saber tooth tiger to connect her more to cats for the cuspblood route.

The mantis probably works well for either her being a jade. If I DID make her purple, I might recommend a leech, cue me preemptively referencing your emotional vampire joke.

Personality: She’s kind of a scatterbrain! She thinks a lot, and tends to forget what she’s doing because she gets so lost in her thoughts. She’s very calm, collected and easygoing, but tends to isolate herself. Knowing what others are feeling gets quite overwhelming at times, so she really values her private time.

She also has a colder, more analytical and manipulative side, because she knows just how to press someone’s buttons. She finds it interesting to see how people react to her teasing, and likes to joke around. So instead of a rainbowdrinker like jades are known for I guess you could describe her as more of a social/emotional vampire! She cares more about her appearance than she would like to admit, having a lowkey gothic/ aristocratic aesthetic, and tends to be quite flirty with her quadrants.

She’s also very dutiful, and doesn’t like asking for help. She takes her tasks in the brooding caverns very seriously, even if she’s not actually fond of the job. She would rather over-exert herself than deliver bad work. She would probably be more interested in a counseling or mediation kind of job rather than that of a caretaker.

Her being easygoing and dutiful to the point of over-exertion might be a bit of a contradiction? I think if you want to have both coexist you’ll have to have it be that she’s very committed to doing a good job and thinks it’s necessary, but that she doesn’t beat herself up over any mistakes and knows that no one can do Everything. It fits better with her tendency to neglect her sleep in favor of strolling around, too. If she were so strictly concerned with her work, she probably would take more steps to avoid something that could disrupt her work capabilities?

I do like the idea of her being somewhat manipulative. An empath but not a sympath. Maybe have her struggle to genuinely care about people. She’s capable of recognizing emotions, but feeling sympathy is something she just doesn’t have enough practice in.

Definitely have her be the type that just kind of breezes in and out as she pleases, who is fine just walking up to someone she barely knows and messing with them and then continuing on her way. And maybe make her not mind the idea of draining the people around her, to make your emotional vampire joke connect more?

Her mischievous and chaotic nature as well as her commitment to doing a good job is what made me consider her being purple. And if you wanted her to still be in charge of a bunch of little ones, maybe she could be a Clown Church Wriggler Nanny.

Interests: She likes taking strolls in the sunlight, but often neglects her sleep schedule in favor of this interest. As a result she often oversleeps, and is often tired. She likes indulging in creative hobbies like character creation, writing stories, and casual flarping. Her job gets priority though!

Might I recommend her also being into a little song and dance? Catch this girl humming and twirling around while working.

Land: The land of Thorns and Fervor (LOTAF)

Thorns and all sorts of spiky protrusions block your path at every step. They seem to pop up out of nowhere, but disappear just as easily. The landscape, aside from the thriving thickets of thorny bushes, is barren. There is black sand and rock everywhere, with some cacti and small flowers sprinkled in here and there.

The rock faces are decorated with intricate designs, and hold deep caves within. You presume them to be the remains of a long gone civilization. Speaking of civilization, this planet is not completely deserted yet. You can spot a small village on the horizon. You know it to be the home of the vipers, as you’ve been to one of their settlements before. Some of them seem to hold you in high regard for some reason.

The viper houses are made from rock, making you wonder how they could have possibly constructed the dens themselves, seeing as they don’t have arms. You feel sorry for them. The houses are equipped with metal rods on top of the roofs to harness power from the frequent lightning storms that plague the region.

Despite the fact that it storms regularly there is little to no water. All the rain from the storms evaporates before it has the chance to touch the ground. Most of the water you will find here is gathered in fruit, or wells. (Or, you know, those thunderheads looming over your head.) The biggest settlement in this thorny desert houses a ginormous well. The snakes treat it as a sacred oasis, and it is said to be the home of The denizen Apophis, Egyptian god of chaos.

This planet description is GREAT. I love the idea and concept behind it… I presume that she’s gotta get down there in that well to fight Apophis and also try to bring hope back to the tiny little viper settlements? Good, good stuff.

Thank you so much in advance for taking the time to read this! I would appreciate any and all input!

Thank me? Thank YOU! I love her a whole lot. Now let’s do some design!:

JADE:

Horns: I edited the horn to involve a hook. That’s about all.

Hair: I decided to keep it relatively flat and smooth. I liked the style she had going, just had to give it more volume.

Face: Would you believe that those eyes were Nepeta’s when I started? I tried to utilize the shape you provided. I also had to give her the defined lips typical of all jades (though I kept it with the purple too because it looked good).

Jacket: I gave her a flared jacket like Mary Poppins, along with the buttons and red bowtie.

Legs: I kept the broomstick skirt and some heels from fan-troll.

PURPLE:

Horns: I gave her some simple horns to reflect the symbol I provided.

Makeup: I gave her grease paint that looks a bit like chimney soot smeared on her cheeks.

Jacket: I dotted the jacket with lots of little grey spots.

Symbol: It’s meant to look like a heart, too, but keeps the purple sign language.

Thank you for sharing her! She’s really interesting.

-CD

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themutehalfelf · 6 years

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Hello boys,

I heard you were asking about what I was.

Now I shall tell you.

I, am a Tabaxi.

Here is some information on my race:

Tabaxi were taller than most humans at six to seven feet. Their bodies were slender and covered in spotted and sometimes striped fur. Like most felines, Tabaxi had long tails and retractable claws. Tabaxi fur color ranged from light yellow to brownish red. Tabaxi eyes were slit-pupilled and usually green or yellow.

Tabaxi were competent swimmers and climbers as well as speedy runners. They had a good sense of balance and an acute sense of smell.

Depending on their region and fur coloration, tabaxi were known by different names. Tabaxi with solid spots were sometimes called leopard men and Tabaxi with rosette spots were called jaguar men.

The way the tabaxi pronounced their own name also varied. Some pronounced it ta-BAKS-ee and others tah-BAHSH-ee.

- MinMin

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testedtransgressor · 5 years

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The Sentauri

Category: Concept - Species Setting: Fiction - fantasy Originally written: 5 August 2019 Pronunciation: sen-TAH-ree

I just want to make it clear, I am surprised at some of the ideas my own mind can sometimes come up with, maybe even more so than people on the internet who barely know me. This includes some heavily sexist and misandristic themes, and I’m really sorry if anybody is actually upset or triggered by this.

Summary

The Sentauri are a female-dominant human subspecies that are descended from the survivors of a shipwrecked fleet of settler ships. Their anatomy is very much like baseline humans, with some minor exceptions in strength, flexibility, and agility, as well as sensory differences. They exist within a matriarchal society, in which the few males are protected due to their rarity, and often subjected to harsh segregation as a result of female dominance.

History

Little is known about the Sentauri history, aside from their baseline origins. It is clear that they have occupied their island home for many generations, and have formed a bond with the former primary inhabitant of the island, a group of massive feline mammals that are unlike any known species. The Sentauri history is passed down through art, song, and spoken word, making it often difficult for others to understand.

Upon being shipwrecked, the survivors banded together and formed a small community wherein most fell into the supposed “pre-determined” gender roles - males venturing out hunting and gathering while females remained in the camp, cleaning and cooking and trying to create a home. The male population, however, began to dwindle due to interaction with the felines of the island, and those who survived would sometimes be permanently incapacitated from their encounters. With hunter numbers dropping, many of the women ventured out instead. They were attacked less frequently than the male parties had been, and would often return with food for the rest of the group.

Eventually, the survivors began to doubt that they would be rescued, and so it was decided that there would be a permanent council of leadership formed. Infighting amongst the males who wanted the highest positions on this council led to unnecessary death, and the strongest women stood up and cast out the would-be aggressive alpha male types. The council was formed almost entirely of women, with the exception of two males, and the women of the group were formally recognised as the more dominant ones. This has not changed in the generations that followed.

Social Structure

The Leadership Council is comprised of five adult women, two young women, and two males. They are considered the leaders of the group, each of them displaying an uncontestable level of skill in a specific area. Each full solar rotation, they are expected to defend their position through competition at various trials and games days.

The Leadership Council governs all the comings and goings of the tribe. They control who is permitted to make a claim, who may venture beyond the territory for hunting, and who may venture out for exploration. They also assign the ranks of warrior and huntress at each of the trial days, and annul claims made throughout the lunar cycles between Trial Days. They also handle criminal matters - minor ones on Trial Days and major ones as soon as is possible.

For most women, a bounty of occupations is available, from warrior to huntress, venturer to gatherer, and many roles in between. Very few choose the path of an educator or guardian, only fulfilling these roles during pregnancy as physical exertion is avoided during this time. There is no expectation on women to bear a child, as some are more than happy to spend their lives bearing children while others prefer to avoid the role altogether.

For males, the future is limited. With one male to every four or five women, and considered essential to the survival of the society, men are expected to engage in sexual intercourse with multiple partners. Very rarely, a single female will “claim” a single male, competing in combat to earn her right to a monogamous partnership with that particular male. When a male has been claimed by a dominant female, he is expected to act as a servant to her, maintaining her living space and preparing private meals for her (while others eat the communal meals by the fire).

Men are encouraged to become educators and maintenance folk, ensuring that everything within the settlement remains functional and in good condition. They are often seen as protected beings, and are rarely allowed to engage in combative or dangerous sporting games, for their own safety. They are discouraged, but not restricted from pursuing roles as hunters or explorers, though they often have to work twice as hard to prove themselves and even then are rarely allowed out of the territory without female companions.

Unlike women, however, men are expected to engage in sexual relations with women, in order to produce offspring. These familial lines are tracked very carefully, so as to avoid dangerous inbreeding.

Children are educated in all skills from an early age, and upon reaching their tenth year they are encouraged to choose two or three to focus on. Children come of age at seventeen, and this is when they are encouraged to start participating in breeding.

Women can be extremely aggressive and territorial, which is why claims over single males are monitored very closely by the Council. At current count, there are approximately 100 adult females and 20 adult males.

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