While @olanrogers e @daztibbles are thinking about the sequel, I think .... about the fillers 😅.
It always warmed my heart to think of Lil' Cato telling his dad what he did in his absence when they landed on Final space' planet.
This is another tribute to my favorite space family!💙🧡❤️
Hope you like it 🥰
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Hey, if your fanfic requests are open, could you write baby!Dadspeed? Our fandom is dying and we are happy to find anything that could revive the fandom!
Ooooh fresh material! I've never written Final Space fic before so here we go!
At the beginning, Gary considered himself well prepped for all this. After all, Ventrexians were just cat-people (although he never said this out loud) which meant their offspring were just cat-babies. Not baby cats, those were kittens. But a cat-baby. Which basically meant sometimes it would act like a human infant, other times a kitten.
Very quickly Gary remembered he had pretty much zero experience with babies and kittens. The little ball of orange fur in his arms seemed so tiny and vulnerable. One day, Gary thought he was dying. Lil Cato had been coughing and heaving and his face was scrunched up in discomfort. It turned out to just be a hairball.
He thought that when babies, finally, finally fell asleep, they'd be down for the count for at least a few hours. But nope. Lil Cato could get fully rested in about fifteen minutes and then be wide awake to poop and cry and attempt to claw at his face.
Speaking of...
Gary was watching Lil Cato in his crib, the tiny kit reaching up with his paws while Gary wiggled his fingers above his head. His movements were uncoordinated, eyes still new and working on his control. But in a single moment of lucidity, Lil Cato's claws came out and pierced Gary's hand as he grabbed him.
To his credit, Gary only let out a tiny squeak. "You know...", he started, voice strained. "I was doing some research and they make these tiny mittens for babies so that they don't scratch themselves."
"We're not putting mittens on our baby", Avocato said, sitting nearby and drinking an ice cold something that Gary couldn't see because it was in a mug.
"So we're investing in bandaid stock? Because how else am I supposed to survive this?", Gary lifted his hand, that Lil Cato was still attached to.
"We shouldn't discourage his warrior spirit. One day, he'll be a great fighter."
"He's a baby", Gary said, looking at said baby who was trying to bite into him now. Fun fact about Ventrexians - born with claws but teeth didn't come out until they were about six months old. So right now, Lil Cato had his claws sunk into Gary while his gums attacked his skin.
"Oh you are just the most adowable, cwutest hunter in the world!", Gary cooed with Avocato got the gauze.
"Who has a taste for fwesh? You do? Who wants to mwaul me to shweds? You do!"
"Keep talking like that and you're wrapping your own hand", Avocato threatened.
"And that concludes the baby talk session. Lil Cato, return to your psychology dissertation and I expect you to solve world hunger by tomorrow." Gary placed him back in his crib, among a few of his toys with which to create his 'dissertation' and turned to get his hand wrapped up.
He may not know much about babies or about cats. But he could be a pretty good dad to this cat baby.
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Just a baby being a baby, Little Cato has a habit of biting his parents to tell them he is hungry lol. I just love the expression on Little Cato's face of him biting Gary.
Should I draw more of the cuddly and fluffy stuff?
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