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miyoriia · 5 months
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telordirebus · 1 year
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Merry Christmas! ☃️🎄
I always wanted to draw WxS miku and babykasa together. I really liked the hcs about the main vsingers watching over their hosts since they were younger, it also makes sense since tsukasas sekai is cluttered with plush toys!
Happy holidays everyone!
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anaie-russie · 7 months
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Inktober. Day 1: Dream.
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saltycharacters · 1 year
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[ID: 6 digital drawings of a dark-skinned, cat-themed humanoid trio. These drawings are divided into 3 pairs, with each pair featuring a different character on both a colored and grey background, accompanied by their name. The top 2 images feature a lanky, nervous-looking character with both cat and human ears, tall cat-themed boots, dark jeans and sweater, and a long cat tail. On the it hangs a butterfly charm, and the end of the tail there’s a tuft of fur resembling a wobbly cat eye. This detail is also applied to her side bangs and ponytail, and she is labeled as “Midnight”. The middle 2 artworks feature a leopard-themed person with vitiligo, a blue afro, green wings, bell-bottoms, and puffy vest. The left side of her head is shaved, with her shorter hair covered in leopard spots, and her tail is divided into fluffy parts and leopard-spot parts. Her name is written as “Skylar”. The bottom 2 drawings feature a pink-themed, fat individual with rounded lion (our cougar?) ears, a teacup-themed dress, paw sneakers, and star-shaped freckles. Her hair is long and pink with brown stripes, partially tied into a braid which is held together by an hour-glass themed bow and teacup. She is also wearing a pillow-themed satchel, and is labeled as “Anaiz Daydream”. End ID]
Catgirl Sibs :]
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amestrisans · 11 days
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runaway to the stars launching on 4/13 to take advantage of this auspicious date in webcomic history
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foxlin-fantasia · 9 months
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9 for the glam plate thingy
ty for asking! since i got a double, i rolled a number generator & got #17! pls click the link if you still wanna see > glam #9 <
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Glamour plate #17 - " Matoya's Shadow "
( sorry that it wasn't the number you picked, but i hope this one is fun enough to make up for it! )
okay but abyssal blue is one of the best shades of blue in-game
i don't usually go for all one color dyes, since i feel like they can get kinda muddled, but there is a fair amount of skin to break it up lol
my lovely gf got me both encyclopedias & i love matoya's hat so i challenged myself to make a glam!!
i rly love the accessories i used; the bracelets are so pretty <3
grimoire is my bozja SMN weapon i think? forgot i had in my inventory ; i think it looks nice with the blue :3
obv used the poro roggo minion <33
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autism-corner · 1 year
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Newest Top-Streamer Lord.Of.Shadows: A Hit With Everyone!!
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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 3 months
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i'm surprised i still haven't listened to big shot more than either of these-
#puppy rambles#rhythm hell#partially-#there's like three deltarune songs in a row in this section (those being big shot a cyber's world? and smart race) gghggyfggfgd-#i wouldn't even consider a cyber's world my second favorite. that title would probably go to world revolving-#ah yes. my three favorite deltarune songs. chapter 2 secret boss theme. chapter 1 secret boss theme#and the funni birb with self-esteem issues' battle theme gghfgfvfff-#i mean my three favorite undertale songs are sad goat boi's theme. sad goat boi's edgey oc battle theme#and the funni trans catgirl's theme-#not in order. mad mew mew is unironically my favorite undertale song i only listened to it the first time a few months ago#but it very quickly beat his theme and hopes and dreams-#‚‚‚ admittedly save the world might slightly beat out hopes and dreams also and in my eyes that's frisk's theme and not asriel's theme#it fits i think. i have too many thoughts about these video games#also megalovania is the player's theme (i think basically everyone is in agreement of that after deltarune chapter 2)#and determination is chara's theme (the red soul isn't determination but it's fitting for separate reasons)#(one of those being that asgore has determination in part of it and i saw someone say it supposedly has his theme/memory in it)#(and it definitely has heartache in it. so it has all of his. very fucked up family in it. why are the funni goats so fucked up-)#(chara is included in the funni goats. i mean kris deltarune seemingly has species dysphoria over not having horns)#(and chara is just undertale kris so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)#these tags got long what was i talking about again-
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chrysalizzm · 1 year
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wasteland briquette: cat boys are ruining my life!
originally written on 5/29/22. ethek n dr3 n yen convinced me. it did not take a lot of convincing. anyway this is set approximately in 2054, just before the end of the silver age and the introduction of the modern era (which happens in august of 2055). ant is catmeleon. bad is halo. wilbur is songster and you'll understand why he's here once i get around to his fic. velvet is bloodmonger and used to be the hero red velvet. fundy is funster. read the series here.
“you have to admit,” ant says dreamily, “bloodmonger’s kinda…”
“catmeleon,” replies bad, “this is a shared comms line…”
“no, no, let the man talk.” songster sweeps past, his dramatic glossy coat flapping after him. his look is very camp, and ant has told him so. “you thirst after that supervillain, catmeleon, and you do it with pride.”
halo says, reproving, “didn’t bloodmonger mimic councilman donner on national television last week?”
“donner’s homophobic, he had it coming,” ant scoffs back, resisting the urge to find the ledge of a skyscraper and giggle and kick his legs. “anyway, bloodmonger used to work here. back when he was red velvet. he’s good with his—”
“one—more—word,” cuts in funster viciously, who has been sullenly silent the entire chase, “and i’ll be canceled for committing a hate crime.”
ant watches as, up ahead, songster starts belting a nonsense song about helmets and skateboards and the listed items begin hurling themselves at the villain they’re chasing, who’s starting to look remarkably regretful. “i think that’s counterintuitive, maybe.”
“if our schedules never overlap again i’d love that,” funster shouts back.
bad chooses that moment to pop back in with a manically bright, “funster, good news! the matrixing algorithms have come back with next month’s blocks; you’re rostered on with catmeleon and songster again twice!”
ant says, “bloodmonger has really nice arms.”
funster, rounding the corner, throws his earpiece to the sidewalk and starts stomping it into the concrete.
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miyoriia · 2 months
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"I think when you're a tranny what they think is bad becomes good, and what is good becomes abhorrent and evil. Becoming worse for us is like, getting better, when worse means growing leg hair out and not worrying about our voice. To me, that sounds good."
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mirukutchi · 1 year
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Yees i ranked in the Valentine's event and i got my first MR+ outfits 🥺
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I love the animation on this so much...
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skenpiel · 7 months
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i <3 baby bonnie hood
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autumnalwalker · 11 months
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A Dream About Secret Agents
I am attending a joint conference between two normally-rival spy agencies.  Dinner is provided.  A man from one agency and a woman from the other both attempt to take the same seat at the table.  After some back and forth they wind up sitting to either side of the mutually desired chair.
Everyone else here is dressed in impeccable formalwear.  My black suit jacket is crumpled and my tie is undone.  As always.  It’s kind of my thing.  I work at both agencies at once.  I still don’t know how no one’s caught on yet, especially since all I ever seem to do is wander the halls and chat people up.
I walk up and ask if that seat is available.  They both glare daggers at me in unison and I take the seat across from it instead.  The whole dinner I watch as the two of them try to discreetly examine and run hands over the chair, searching for secret compartments and dead-drop messages.  The two of them blush every time their hands brush against one another.  It’s obvious that they’re into one another but trying not to show it.  I’d say it’s adorable but I value my life enough to refrain from commenting aloud.
They find each other's messages with their mutual orders.  The “president’s men” will be arriving later by helicopter.  His mission is to pick them up and discreetly get them to safety.  Her mission is to kill them.
Don’t ask me how I found out.
After the dinner I spend some time with the man before he leaves for the night.  Afterwards I find the woman, who has changed from an evening gown into workout clothes and is drilling similarly-dressed new recruits on a balcony patio.  Her aggressive training instruction has earned her the nickname “Queen Mean” amongst certain (mostly newer and younger) members of her agency.  It’s not an epithet that I would ever apply to her, but I still fail to make the observation on how interesting it is just how differently a person’s voice can sound under different circumstances.
She is not best pleased by my commentary.  The new recruits are best pleased to have a distraction so that they might slip away.
More barbs are exchanged.  Mine laid back and mostly joking; hers not so much.  I have a reputation for being something of an eccentric, which most everyone at the agencies either finds endearing or infuriating.   She’s in the latter category.  It doesn’t help her opinion of me that I might have alluded to how she was around the man.  
Her support staff (they think I’m hilarious most nights) arrive and I point out that as fun as this is, doesn’t she have an assassination to get to?
She is annoyed that both I know about that and that I’m right.
Later, we run into one another once again, this time near the restrooms.  She is surprised at my choice of facilities, saying she didn’t realize I was also a woman.  I ask her what she thought I was and she admits that she’s never actually been sure.  I laugh at that answer and tell her that’s correct.
Later still, the colliding rescue and assassination missions happen.  As it turns out, the “president’s men” was a coded euphemism for the president’s children.  The woman’s done a lot of unsavory things in her career, but she draws the line at killing kids, letting the man take them to safety.
When she gets back she chews her superiors out, saying that they’re supposed to be better than this as an organization.  Due to her spotless record of performance up until now, she’s able to get away with that sort of thing.
Eventually, the next assignments arrive for the man and the woman.  His mission is to rescue a genetically engineered catgirl being held in a flying tower base.  Her mission is to kill the people in charge of the program that made the catgirl.  The two of them run into one another on the job and are pleased to find that for once their missions are compatible.  I’m there too, unbeknownst to both of them or their support staff.  I’m keeping an eye on them while also attending to my own convoluted gambits.
The two of them break the catgirl out of confinement, but as they are running through the tower’s spiraling halls the black cat whose genetic material was spliced to create the catgirl crosses their path.  It is hard to keep a cat such as this one contained.  The collision of the catgirl’s luck-altering powers and the black cat’s causes an improbable warp in reality resulting in a white cat spontaneously popping into existence.  The spies take both cats with them in their rescue.
I then see myself running by carrying a black-and-white kitten.  Realizing that there must be a time loop going on, I approach myself, who passes the kitten off to me and tells me to get it to the spies.  I then run off, leaving myself alone holding a kitten that I presume is the future offspring of the previous two cats.
The spies, the catgirl, and the cats find themselves trapped in a room with a large circular opening showing the ground passing by far below.  I arrive at around the same time as the armed facility guards.  I toss the kitten to the group just in time for it to amplify the catgirl’s powers so that the hail of bullets all miss them.  The group jumps, trusting in the combined cat luck powers to save them from the fall.
I jump after them, muttering “I hate time travel” over and over again the whole way down.
We do, in fact, manage to land unharmed.
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catgirltoofies · 2 years
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i want long hair and a longer tail
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megatraven · 1 year
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Catgirl Astoria MC :)
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saturatedsinset · 2 years
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adam has arrived in craigslist au
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