#Anthropomorphisized Cat <3

[scaredycat6501]

Jayden [No.1]

First finished art piece of Jayden Charming (Jayden)!!! >:3 *Inhales Art* Body reference???...

Clothing Practice!!! :D

#Draconian Idyll #Jayden Charming #Jayden #Jayden and Friends #SCAREDYCAT6501 #Anthropomorphisized Cat <3

[bat-connoisseur]

I turned your Baldurs Gate 3 characters into furries. Sorry. Actually no I'm not I won't pretend anymore.

General notes and specific species under the cut.

Astarion: He is a Ghost Bat! I like to think him being a vampire and being a bat are entirely unrelated, it's just a coincidence and he's honestly pretty mad about it. Ever since I first started playing bg3 I had him assigned as a Ghost Bat or a Spectral Bat in my brain, just arbitrarily, and I went for the former just because the colours work.

Gale: He's a Eurasian Lynx! I had to make him a cat. I just had to. And I trawled through the wikipedia pages for pretty much every type of cat and Lynx was about the only one that fit in my brain. The fluff kinda evokes his beard and hair I think, and I almost didn't have him have proper hair, just the fur, but in the end I wanted to be consistent about it so he got it. Peep the greying muzzle because mans is stressed and dying.

Karlach: She's a Bongo Antelope! I knew I wanted her to be some kind of large hooved mammal, because of the horns but also because their builds and general sturdiness really suit her I think. It was a tough pick, there's so many cool ones, and when sketching I was actually going to have her be a Mountain Nyala, but I changed my mind last minute just because the colours of the Bongo fit SO well. They're also my favourite antelope. Let me have this. She's so cool and she gets to be one of my favourite animals.

Lae'zel: She is a Pterosaur! My specific reference was Dorygnathus, but I was fairly loose on the details and so she doesn't super resemble them beyond the teeth and tail. I wanted her to be something prehistoric since the Gith are aliens or something (i dont know dnd lore that well), and so I wanted her to be in her own sort of category apart from the rest so, prehistoric! I considered making her a dinosaur but the idea of a Pterosaur just really appealed for whatever reason. Kind of parallels their dragon riding if they can fly, I suppose? And their Enhanced 10 Foot Vertical Leap.

Shadowheart: She's a Hare! Very specifically a Hare rather than a rabbit. Hopefully that comes across. I wasn't super sure what to do for her honestly, but in several scenes she has these big scared eyes, and she's generally just kind of having an awful time and being harmed by the gods for the whole game and I was like 'hey I know an animal that looks like it's been personally slighted by the gods' and so Shadowhare was born. There is a part of me that wishes I'd made her a cat for the warrior cats joke though.

Wyll: He's a Pine Marten! I just kind of got it in my head he should be a Mustelid of some kind, I'm not sure why, he just has that kind of vibe to me? Maybe it's the way he moves, maybe it's his skill at killing, maybe I'm just biassed because I love him and I love mustelids, who knows. I looked through em all and I didn't want one of the bigger sturdier ones like a Wolverine because. Strength stat of 8. So I went for one of my smaller favourites, the Pine Marten. The reason he's not an animal with horns naturally like Karlach is because I still wanted them to look out of place on him! I toyed with giving him wings (because they're cool) but ultimately didn't wanna stray toooo far from Pine Marten.

And that's all! Perhaps I'll get around to anthropomorphising the non origin characters, but who even knows. Halsin would almost be too easy. I could make Jaheria a cool ass fox or something though. Much to consider. If I do them then I'm gonna be doing my Tav Deimos and my Durge Lethe though. That's da law.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #Lae'zel #gale dekarios #Shadowheart #Bg3 #dandy doodles

[snails-n-frogs]

It always bothered me that Blaze was so small even tho she's a cat like Big. She's even smaller than Sonic, THE HEDGEHOG! I could accept this if she was a small kid like Tails, but she's literally just one year younger then Sonic!?

I know they are anthropomorphised and the creators probably just wanted to have a cast of characters with similare heights to Sonic.

But all the inconsistancies make me wonder : what the heights of those characters would be if they were proportional to the size of their specie ? This has been done before by other people, but I just have a lot of fun doing the calculations/research for it! :^)

I start with the presumption that sonic's height of 100cm correspond to a 25cm long real hedgehog (since sonic characters are bipedes, heights of their quadrupedal real life counterparts will = their body length, multiplied by 4 to get it to sonic's scale) It's not perfect but it works enough for me.

I also kept Amy and every other hedgehogs the same heights as canon.

To find Tails height was a bit more complex since he's still growing I have to find what his age would be as a real fox? He is canonically 8yo/416 weeks in most games of the franchise and if we assume Mobians live and grow at a similar pace to humans, Tails would be at his adult size at around 18 yo/936 weeks and a real fox at around 7months/28 weeks. We can quickly calculate that Tails is a 12 weeks/3 months old cub, so at around 2/3 of his adult size. Let's be generous and say that Tails will be a smaller individual like 45cm long, Tails's height would be 30cm, so 120cm tall next to Sonic!

Knuckles, at 16yo, is just a bit smaller than an average adult echidna so 30cm long, which would make him the same height as Tails.

In Rouge's case it isn't specified which specie she is, so I'll have to aproximate. She has very big ears compared to her head and a short muzzle which makes me suspect she's a type of micro bat. Micro bats vary in sizes : 2,5cm to 16cm depending on species, but are on average 10cm long so Rouge will be 40cm small :3

Now Cream! A 6yo/342 weeks lop-eared rabbit, her case is very similar to Tails's since lop-eared rabbits also stop growing around 7 months old. Adult on average become 40cm long. Cream would be 10 weeks old and be a bit over half the size of an adult but let's say half (Size in rabbits vary, so I simplified this A LOT, for myself) SO! Cream would be 20cm long, 80cm tall when up to scale.

Finally, Blaze and Big!!! An average cat is around 46cm long so she would be around 184cm tall! I headcanon Big as a Maine Coon, which are about 64cm long, that would make him a staggering 256cm!!

Part 2 :^)

#sth #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #height chart #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #rouge the bat #cream the bunny #blaze the cat #big the cat #eggman #sonic height chart

[wc-confessions]

“They’re just cats”. Cats who are anthropomorphised, have organized religion, and are intelligent enough to have their own battle plans, medicine, and more. I think it’s valid for people to be iffy with certain ships for reasons like age gaps, but also due to how varied the age of things like apprentices are(from 3 moons under Brokenstar to things like Swiftpaw’s case), I think it’s also situational or depends on people’s personal interpretations and feelings. All are valid.

/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

#text #anonymous #warrior cats #confession

[rq-boxes]

heyo! i have 3 requests

can you do a pink and purple userbox that says " this permateen user has no idea what age they are" with a pink hello kitty character and a permateen pride flag in the back ground.

can you do a can you do a light and dark purple one that says "this peermateen user identifies as an aam" with the aam flag.

and finally one thats pastel pink that says " this transage user is obsessed with cutecore and kawaicore" with a pic of mocha and milk.

also i love your work keep it up :3

Here you go!

[ID: A userbox with a pink background. On the right in a purple rectangle is the text "this permateen has no idea what age they are". On the left is the permateen flag and on top of it is Hello Kitty. The permateen flag is horizontal stripes that are from top to bottom: large dark purple stripe, purple, blue, white, blue, purple, large dark purple stripe. Hello Kitty is an anthropomorphised white cat with a yellow nose. She has a pink flower next to her left ear, and she's wearing a dark pink shirt with a pink dress (?) over it. END ID.]

[ID: A userbox with a purple background. On the right in a light purple rectangle is the text "this permateen user identifies as an aam". On the left is the AAM flag, horizontal stripes that are from top to bottom: purple, pink, white, blue, and dark blue. END ID.]

I'm assuming you meant these bears!

[ID: A userbox with a pink background. On the right in a light pink rectangle is the white text "this transage user is obsessed with cutecore and kawaicore". On the left in a pink square is a drawing of Milk, a white bear, resting on top of Mocha, a brown bear, with a heart above Milk's head. END ID.]

#pro para #para safe #pro radqueer #radqueer #radqueer safe #pro transid #pro transx #transid safe #transx safe #rq 🌈🍓 #transage #permateen #paraphile safe #pro paraphile #paraphilia

[stepcousinclawspeaks]

Okay so, design preferences. For the MommyClan Design Fight. Right.

1. Animal characters. Anthropomorphised is preferred, but normal animal proportions is great.

2. You can make them as realistic or cartoony as you would like! Normal animal with realistic colors? Bizarre Sparkle Dog thing? Go right ahead! I want to see your styles shine!

3. Color pallettes. Hmm. Try using a pallette generator and sticking to that one you chose for every color on the character. It's a fun challenge I like to do in my free time, and I wanna see how you adapt those colors into a design.

4. Nothing suggestive or weird. But thats a given.

5. If you are going to design the character around a certain franchise, stick to this list please:

- Sonic the Hedgehog

- Warrior Cats

- Spyro the Dragon

- Parappa the Rapper

- Looney Toons (this one is just for fun. im watching the tiny toons reboot right now)

THANK YOU! I'll be seeing you all on the battlefield!

#mommyclan #stepcousinclaw speaks #stepcousinclaw #mommyclan df #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #warrior cats #warriors #spyro #parappa the rapper #looney tunes

[fghniki]

Images description: 1. A digital sketch of an anthropomorphised oncilla cat. They're wearing a red coat and a shirt that says "AUTISM"; they're holding a cane over their shoulders as they say, "How do you do, fellow kids?". 2. A digital sketch of an anthropomorphised oncilla cat wearing a red hoodie crying and pressing a cleaning product to their head, with a crumpled up sheet of paper in their free hand. 3. A digital sketch of a white person in a dark Technoblade hoodie. Their otherwise dark hair is bleached, and they have big eyebags. They seemd to be bored, their head resting on their hand and them looking elsewhere. End of images description.

fursona tests (not very satisfied with it) + a random autoportrait

#me #fursona #clip studio paint #doodle #fgh doodle

[elytrianicarus]

made the mistake of thinking about my warrior cats life series crossover again and i need to throw it out somewhere before i go insane.

basically a core concept is an alternate warriors worldbuilding where only proxomity to starclan grants that classic warrior cats anthropomorphisation, cats living outside of it are more realistic or "feral" (basically just hollow knight lore yknow). the life crew is compromised of various groups of feral cats who were all drawn to one area. this used to be the territory of clans that have long sinced died out, but starclans presence in the area still persists, granting them sentience and guiding them to create clans. though because of the sparse group of only 14 or so cats, these clans are much smaller, looser and more prone to shifting. grian was the instigator of these groups forming, being a cat who was born in the area and descended from clan cats (in fact being a direct reincarnation of a clan cat. but still in the weird vague reincarnation way warriors usually does). in the time since the clans, isolated without followers, starclan has gotten kind of weird and unrecignisable. to propagate the possibility of new clans they grant 3 lives to each cat, but as they get to their last lives tensions are high enough that it just causes more conflict and war, and the increased desperation makes them much more willing to kill.

the events of 3rd life basically play out as usual but they're all cats (biggest difference of the top of my head being that grian's triple kill was acheived by him luring a dog to dogwarts camp in a fun dramatic irony way). after third life the cats are reincarnated in an endless cycle playing out the same game with various tweaks from starclan getting progressively more meddling. this concept has been haunting me for months 👍 I'm not proof reading this

#warrior cats life series au #trafficblr #barking #i could have a lot of fun with the names here. all i know is that ren would be wren (lol) then houndstar after the whole being killed thing #i should actually make some cat designs sometime

[sithlich]

@barkonthedancefloor Lily has an interesting life story and I know so many fun facts and quirks about her I'm going to write about it here because she is my friend and she makes me happy.

The youngest Lily could be is 19 years old. I'm 30, her owner (my bff) is 32. We met when we were in high school (not Lily she did not go to high school) so about 2008-2009. She is bff's cat who he met on his then gf's family's farm. gf's family inherited her from their grandparents who swore she has papers and a registered breed but never saw the papers (might be BS). Lily jumped off the shed roof to tackle and kill a squirrel and bff watched a few yards away and fell in love. His gf's brother kicked Lily out of the house for peeing. This extremely young, previously kittypet was now a barncat. Bff got to pet her a couple times but Lily was distant and not really friendly with people.

(Lily 2020)

Bff and gfs family watched Lily deliver some barnkittens, who were missing and never found. Gfs family SWEARS Lily ate them. Few months go by. Icy cold weather hits the upper Peninsula. Way below freezing. Gfs family don't really do anything with their barncats apparently. Bff thinks of Lily and goes to his gfs house that evening and catches this downtrodden former kittypet-now rowdy independent barncat, gets a ride home (16 year old passenger princess lol) and begs his dad to let him keep Lily there. Dad relents and says yes.

Bffs dad already has 3 cats though. Very sweet things mostly but very strong personalities, no respect for a Lady's personal space. It's like Greta Garbo living with the 3 Stooges. Lily spends all of her time under bffs bed or glued to him. Lily quickly becomes very affectionate with bff. This is very easy to anthropomorphise into "gratefulness" or "love" but he certainly loved her from the start. Even though he didn't really have control over everything in the house as one teenager in a house of 3+ people bff did everything he could to baby and bond with this cat. Bff shortly got to decide where he lived fulltime, being that bff's parents were divorced. Bff had not planned for this. Bff went to live with his mom, and she said "no cat, my boyfriends allergic." Bff experiences deep woe but needs the stability of his mom.

(Squirrel the dog and Lily synchronized, 2022)

Bff's mom breaks up with the guy and bff gets a job at burger king! When bff is seventeen he is allowed to bring Lily to his mom's house! Joyful reunion. Lily realizes that sometimes I come over and sleep in Bffs bed. Lily's response to this was initial coldness, and a piss on the blanket to wake us up that night. 😑 But we became fast friends once we spent more time together. I had never been friends with a cat since my family's childhood cat Bob. He was a fat siamese which left us when I was the age of 3. Every other cat I attempted to befriend seemed like an alien intent on scratching the shit out of my arms legs and face. (I was a child and probably mostly interacting with cats who didn't like strangers.) Lily mostly enjoyed sitting near you, accepting gentle neck scratches, and squeaking sweetly. Lily has a scratchy 'cre-e-ek!' as a senior kitty, when she was younger her voice was more resonant, even lilting and melodic. "Bmraa-eh?" The platonic ideal of a meow. She would ingratiate herself by stretching up to sniff your mouth in an amusing imitation of a kiss. Lily would wrap her tail around one's leg and blink up at you. Once she decided you were safe, Lily was a very affectionate friend.

(Lily climbs into bffs lap after he has fallen asleep in a kitchen chair. He is exhausted as he has worked late, but Lily MUST sit on him and sponge affection from him. She misses him desperately when they must be apart. 2016)

Lily has come with us through 7 moves. Lily comforted both of us when bff and I broke up and became just-friends-but-still-roommates. (Bff's nickname in my phone is "😗EXIE🤓.") Lily watched us flop at opening a small business. Lily has helped BFF write every song he's ever written, purring on his lap or shoulder, on top of his desk knocking all the stuff off it. She loves nighttime-only car-rides. Lily relaxes, flops down and purrs when BFF plays his guitar softly and sings for her. Lily is VERY interested in human food right now. Lily Loves her new Senior Girl Catfood. Lily wakes bff up by biting his big toe with her incisors AS HARD AS SHE CAN. Lily still enjoys knocking her water bowl over so she can watch the water move (ambivalent about fancy cat fountains).

(Myself and lily 2022)

I am writing this partly because I have reflected with my friends about her mortality recently. Making plans for "what if," yknow. I am high and I love my cat very very much. Lily is the kind of creature you meet once every lifetime, I know I'll never meet another like her. I cherished our time together and feel lucky that my life intersected with hers. Lily has brought so much comfort, companionship, consolement, wisdom, amusement, inspiration, charity and serendipity to my own, and countless others lives.

#lily the cat #dates on photos are approximate #i am high

[mi5017alishia]

Research

Aesop

Aesop's Fables are short stories teaching morals or life lessons that are credited to an ancient Greek, former slave and storyteller Aesop (he may not have even been a real person but a pen name for another writer), however origins of his fables can arguably be muddy since they weren't collected for around 3 centuries after Aesop's estimated death. They had been passed down orally and have evolved from his time till even modern interpretations and retellings.

The stories typically feature animals with human characteristics as the cast.

Aesop was a slave and stroyteller believed to have lived during ancient Greece.

They were originally of oral tradition and were only collected several centuries after his death. The various concepts and versions of Aesop fables exist across countries and cultures historically but a very strong part of what binds them is usually either anthropomorphism but more so the idea of teaching a moral.

(Note: anthropomorphism is the attribution of human characteristics or behaviour to a god, animal, or object.)

When you are anthropomorphising something it is good to be conceous about the decisions you make when doing so. The way western Christian art depicts both God and Jesus is incredibly whitewashed, when Jesus would not have been white and God himself is an omnipotent being so we can’t really no what he looks like if he even looks like a he and not something far from our concious understanding of what a God may look like. A further note is looking at Disney, I grew up watching Disney like most children and I still have a lot of respect for the animators and enjoy the films, however, there is something to be said about a number of pretty racist decisions made in anthropomorphising certain characters for example, The Jungle Book. King Louis and his subjects who are monkeys are the only characters that speak in jive which is associated with black culture particularly around jazz musicians at the time, the studio at the time even reconginised this and worried about retalliation from the NAACP.

There are multiple examples of the siamese cat depictions for asians and never in a good light (even long after WWII). 

An anti semetic depiction of a Jewish man being the literaly big bad wolf in the story of the three little pigs was certainly, a choice. It was rightfully changed in a later revision but it blows my mind that it was put in in the first place.

The crows in Dumbo being incredibly sterrotyped depictions of black people and being so on the nose about it that one of the crows is even named Jim Crow, is something to bare in mind. It is not to say that any one is a bad person for liking those movies or even that the animators themselves were racists, they were more than likely doing it as an unconcious bias. It was not done FOR the racism but it was done because of how racism is so ingrained in to the world in ways many don’t even recognise. It is just important to be mindful in what choices you make around anthropomorphism. If you have a cast full of animals then why are only the apes being voiced by black people or being depicted as black people? Analyse why you make the decisions you make. Not every gorilla voiced by a black person is a racist depiction but it’s a fine line. Cultural sensitivity is a must. 

[lydiaholden]

Week 5: Body shapes & Emoji generator task.

For this week’s task I had to create and draw a character based on 3 random emojis. My 3 random emojis were:

Almost immediately I knew I wanted to do a tall, anthropomorphised cat person. Although most cats aren’t big swimmers, this cat has found his sea legs and become a pirate. This idea came to me because of the pearl emoji, which made me think of the sea, piracy, and treasure.

After drawing some initial sketches and experimenting with body shapes, catlike poses and sword fighting I settles on a design and flashed out his backstory.

I give you Freddie Fishlegs!

Frederick Fiscerton was born in a small fishing port surrounded by the sea. Having grown up with 12 brothers and sisters, he often struggled finding his identity and where he fit in his small hometown. His mother made her living weaving fabrics and creating sails for the ships in port. Freddie loved helping his mother with deliveries to the port and hearing tales of the sea from sailors and even pirates.

Though many of Freddie’s siblings left to further themselves, Freddie stayed and worked for his mother. He hoped that one day his calling would find him, but fate had other plans. In an unfortunate turn of events Freddie’s leg was ripped clean off in one of his mother’s weaving machines. Shaken and weak from this experience, Freddie found comfort knowing his mother would always be there for him as he had been for her, though he did find it odd she hadn’t yet come to visit him at the local infirmary.  

Upon returning to his mother’s shop, he found a cold shell of a woman who had no use for a son who couldn’t work. His things were packed, his ties severed, and feeling lost young Freddie headed for the port to sit and stare out to sea. Dangling his now wooden leg in the water he noticed a strange reflection staring back at him. Behind him loomed a huge black cat, wearing a tattered hat with what appeared to be a skull on it. “Ye look lost, lil man” he growled. At that moment a fish bit Freddies wooden leg. He yelped pulling away from the water. The huge black cat bellowed a thunderous laugh. Pressing his hat on Freddie’s head he said, “Follow me Fishlegs!”. Patting Freddie’s shoulder he gestures to a huge, weathered ship. After boarding, Freddie glances back toward the town as the ship pulls away from port. He straightens his hat and moves his gaze to the horizon. “Hehe, Fishlegs” he chuckles to himself.

11/03/2022

[isthisanimalmediacute]

Thoughts on juniperfoxx on Instagram? They repeatedly say their foxes aren’t pets but the animals live in their house, sleep in the bed, and interact with their dogs so I’m leaning towards... it’s actually bad. But figured I’d get a second opinion.

I'm absolutely agreeing with you. the owner of these animals also owns dogs, an opossum, a sugar glider, and does wildlife rehab. at the very least I can somewhat say these animals are in good hands. they are in generally good health and such. however, foxes are NOT pets, they are wild animals. they are offered an outdoor pen, but are also allowed in the house. there are also several examples of the foxes squabbling amongst themselves as there are at least 4 (once 5?) in the same household. and she's guilty of anthropomorphising too, which is bad because of the insane following she has. please don't tell your followers your fox "smiled back" after getting kisses. they don't smile. they're foxes. even if it was a happy expression, the same expression is a sign of discomfort in dogs, and most people don't care to note the difference in species.

one of the most alarming thing I saw was her support for SaveAFox (check this post, it's BAD) and horrific choice of words towards furfarming. believe it or not, breeding animals domestically for their products is not a bad thing, and farm animals don't need "saving". you buying the broiler hen isn't going to make a difference and will prolong suffering to the animal, buying a reptile feeder mouse to treat as a pet isn't going to make a difference, it just makes the people feel good. I'm firmly of the opinion if we want to start doing anything about the climate crisis, we need to shift away from plastic faux fur which lasts a couple years to real fur which can last generations AND keep you warmer. there are welfare issues to be had in how furfarms operate, but this is true for other products like poultry, and does not mean we should abolish, it simply means it needs reform, but I digress.

I also noticed her sugar glider appeared to have been purchased from a neglectful keeper, supporting their business. as sad as it is, animals being mistreated by another owner should not be purchased to be "rescued", as this will support the owner to continue mistreating more animals, this is why you see people saying never to buy from Petco, even if you see lizards overcrowded or deathly thin. what comes off as a sweet sentiment is actually supporting this treatment of animals to continue.

one of the other things that really put me off was one of her foxes, Lore, was very unwell and unfortunately passed away following complications. I was more uncomfortable with the fact that she knew these two didn't get along, but let Juniper in anyway because she was "insisting". this interaction is cute, but what if it went wrong? comparably a nitpick, but it's not something I would risk with my cats let alone wild foxes. and, again, anthropomorphisation.

regardless, she could've done everything right, and it still wouldn't excuse the fact she runs a social media account on her animals. she touts it as "educational", but there's nothing to be learned from foxes in a household. no doubt none of the followers care to read the footnote on her posts disclaiming "foxes aren't good pets btw". it is irresponsible to use your platform to continually anthropomorphise wild animals being kept in arguably incorrect conditions when a follower base of 3 million people would absolutely not know better.

I'm not a master at fox body language, so I didn't go into detail with anything regarding behaviour or body language, but anybody who does know can shed some light on if they're comfortable/happy or not.

#juniperfoxx #foxes #i will simply say #notcute #because there's nothing cute about exotic pets 💖 #anonymous

[sexymen-laboratory]

WTF is this????

First of all, read description of blog <3

So I though to myself, hey what if I did that?? Ppl have made human bill cypher and Tony the Talking Clock before, so why not I try? But like, take it seriously and not actually humans, more just anthropomorphised.

Hi, I'm Zango [They/Them], and I am very bored. I got a list of rules and characters for this challenge I gave myself; here they are.

Characteristics I CAN allow

Objects with limbs, e.g. Bill Cypher, Lollipop, Cagney

Quadrupedal animals such as MLP characters

Capes with hands, e.g. Green Mage and Magolor

Blobby/Orb characters, e.g. kirby

Characters that despite being humanoid are so crudely drawn/modeled that they make no sense, e.g. Mouse fitzgerald and Little King John

Bugs with NO legs, e.g. Queen Sectonia, Taranza

Characters missing most limbs, e.g. Gaster, MadCom characters

Characteristics I CAN'T allow

Humanoid but non-human characters, e.g. Rouxls Kaard, Sans

Low-poly humanoids, e.g. Herobrine, William Afton

Podcast/book characters unless provided with an obviously non-humanoid design.

Bipedal animal characters, e.g. madagascar characters

Bipedal bugs either, e.g. Hopper and Hornet

Humanoid robots, e.g. transformers

Cookies, e.g. Cookie Run Cookies

Shadow creatures, e.g. Shadow Dan, Snatcher

Narrators or walls of text with no physical description

Character List

Archibald Asparagus (Veggie Tales) ✓

Ashfur (Warrior Cats) ✓

Auditor (Madness Combat) ✓

Audrey II (Little Shop of Horrors)

Bill Cypher (Gravity Falls)

Cagney Carnation (Cuphead)

Count Bleck (Super Paper Mario)

Dimple (Mob Psycho)

Four (BFB)

Glados (Portal)

Greely (Animal Jam)

Green Mage (Everhood)

Invisible Man (Hotel Transylvania)

Juan Carlos Bodoque (31 Minutos)

Judgement Boy (Gregory Horror Show)

King Boo (Super Mario Bros.)

Lightning McQueen (Cars)

Little King John (RatBoy Genius)

Lollipop (BFDI/BFB)

Magolor (Kirby's Return to Dreamland)

Mapleshade (Warrior Cats)

Marx (Kirby Super Star)

Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Mortikiy Robinson (LPS: A Life of Revenge)

Mouse Fitzgerald (12 oz mouse)

Mr. Peanut (Planters Commercials)

Nick Shift (Cars)

Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines (Genshin Impact)

P03 (Inscryption)

PAL (The Mitchells vs The Machines)

Princess Luna (MLP)

Queen Sectonia (Kirby Triple Deluxe)

Rectangular businessman (12 oz mouse)

Sauron (Lord of the Rings)

Scar (Lion King)

Scourge (Warrior Cats)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Sol (Warrior Cats)

Starlight Glimmer (MLP)

Tamatoa (Moana)

Taranza (Kirby Triple Deluxe)

The Boss (JS&B)

The Imposter/Crewmate (Among Us)

Tony the Talking Clock (DHMIS)

Tricky the Clown (Madness Combat) might not do this one

Two (TPOT/BFB)

W.D. Gaster (Undertale)

Wallace Street (Mii Plaza)

Wheatley (Portal 2)

Yung Venuz (Nuclear Throne, Technically not on the list)

If u wana add a character, send an ask with the name and source, I may or may not add them

If u wana remove a character for whatever reason, send an ask with the name, source, and reason

Despite the name of this blog, this is more like a design crafting blog than a 'sexy character' blog. Feel free to submit characters that aren't on the sexyman list. I don't plan on actually sexualizing any of the characters here.

#sexymen #tumblr sexymen #tumblr sexywoman #tumblr sexypeople

[katz-kaz]

Hot take: Julia Quinn is an awful writer.

She leans heavily on the "kinda violent alpha males are hot trope" and frequently inserts "anthropomorphised animals that act as an annoying moppet or just yowl at inopportune moments".

The hero in this current book just intentionally kicked his love interest in the stomach while propositioning sex from an opera singer despite having a plot to marry said love interest's sister because he doesn't love her (due to his daddy issue related pact to not marry a woman he'd fall in love with). Tell me where the fucking redeeming quality is.

I've read 3-4 of her books so far and only enjoyed 1.5 of her heroes. Unfortunately the only likable hero was undermined by a cat that was literally named CAT HEAD.

I love awful predictable Regency romance novels. But Julia Quinn effing sucks.

Still excited to see what Shonda can do with Bridgerton. In competent hands it'd be a good story.

#bridgerton #shonda rhimes #julia quinn #the viscount who loved me

[melynen]

Q’s Christmas Wish - 00Q

((Written for MI6 Cafe’s anon prompt gift exchange, week 3. Probably my favourite prompt to write for.))

Q’s not at all sure why he did it.

It’s not like he believes in these things, nor is he superstitious. Santa Claus has never been real to him, and stars are in no way, shape, or form magical or divine or anthropomorphised in his mind. He’s not even feeling especially desperate or lonely. Not really, in any case. He's a firm believer in everything just happening, without there being a higher force or any particular reason as a deciding factor behind it.

He has been feeling a little gloomy lately, yes, that much is true. But it’s not like his life isn’t full of uncertainties and instability, what with him being the Quartermaster of MI-6 and all. He’s also made his peace with the fact that he’s in love with someone he’d do much better to ignore instead; after all, Bond is a double oh agent and his adventures with the fairer sex are both numerous and well documented throughout Six.

But Q wouldn’t be Q if he wasn’t stubborn, and besides, he doesn’t have time for a relationship anyway, so really, it has all worked out fine for him, has it not? Bond will never ask anything of him that he cannot give (an exploding pen notwithstanding, and even then Q can see himself caving and building the bloody thing for him, eventually) and he’ll never need to struggle to share his time with work, his cats, and a significant other. It’s a win-win situation if he’s ever seen one.

So why, then, did he do it?

Why did he, in a fit of madness or inebriation or recklessness or what have you, look up at the darkening sky of the cold December evening and, upon seeing the very first star of the night, make that simple, stupid, silly little wish of his?

And why did he, upon reaching his flat afterwards and after making his way to the sofa with both cats in tow, take out his personal tablet, do a bit of digging to find the correct email address, and write that short, fanciful, foolish message to someone he doesn’t even believe in?

Dear Santa, he had written, a half-empty glass of wine in one hand and the fingers of the other practically flying over his tablet’s keyboard, setting aside for a moment the fact that I don’t actually believe in you, there is something I would ask of you if given the chance. I know miracles aren’t exactly in your job description, but I’m perhaps in need of one, either way. There’s someone that I’d need returned home, someone dear to me despite every instinct of mine screaming for me to run; but hearts, eh? What can one do but sigh and learn to live with it? But I digress. In any case, this someone has a worrying habit of disappearing when the situation gets tough (or, sometimes, even when it doesn’t), and he’s a valuable asset to the place I work for. So if there’s anything you could do, anything at all, to bring him home, I would be forever in your debt. And I’m rather good with computers, so I wouldn’t be opposed to it at all if, say, you’d need help with surveillance. After all, keeping track of all of those children and finding out who’s been naughty or nice cannot be easy in this day and age. Best regards, Q

Bond is still wherever it is that he’s gone this time after finishing his mission (and he’s ditched his radio while he’s at it, if only so that Q hasn't got a way to keep track of him - because of M’s orders, naturally) when Q checks the agent’s status once he’s finished with the email - for old habits die hard and cats, much like old dogs, are not exactly known for learning new tricks with any particular ease. But Q’s used to it, he really is, so he doesn’t even bother sighing, simply logs off and pushes the tablet away in favour of getting up and going to refill his glass.

He’s not one to overindulge, however, so he sips the golden liquid at a more sedate pace, now. His thoughts still remain with Bond, but when don’t they? He’s learnt to live with that, as well, and has become quite a professional in pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind when his focus is needed elsewhere, so by the time the glass is empty Q is back to the good old strategy of ignorance, avoidance, and detachment that has served him so well for such a long time.

He then goes to the kitchen to fix dinner for both himself and the cats, and afterwards heads to bed for some reading before sleep finally claims him.

*

The next day Q goes back to work, as one does when it’s almost Christmas and one has spent the better part of the week guiding an annoying agent through a mission that has gone pear-shaped more than once, and said agent hasn’t even had the good grace to come back home. Instead, he has done one of his infamous disappearing acts while Q gets to be the one to sort out the mess left behind completely on his own.

Yes, he might be feeling a tad bitter about it, but he’s got every bloody right to. So there.

Q greets his minions and enters his office, his thoughts fully focused on removing his outer layers and getting a mug of tea to start his day the right way, and so he fails to notice that someone has already beaten him to it. He uncurls his scarf from around his neck, takes off his beloved parka, and gets as far as hanging both on the stand next to the filing cabinet before his mind registers the still steaming Scrabble mug situated next to his closed laptop.

”What the…?” is all Q gets out when a shadow moves suddenly at the edge of his vision, and before he quite realises what has happened, his back hits the closed door of his office and he feels rather than sees a firm chest snug against his own, a pair of slightly chapped lips covering his, and an arm wrapping itself around his waist while a gentle palm cradles his head, protecting it from hitting the hard wood of his door.

Q flails for a moment before his other senses catch on, as his eyes had automatically closed upon being attacked. The scent of a familiar cologne filling his nostrils is what finally clues him in on the identity of his would-be assailant, and Q relaxes into the kiss. His hands find their way to Bond’s shoulders, at last, and although his grip is light he is doing his very best to kiss Bond back with just as much enthusiasm.

The fact that this right here is one of his many fantasies concerning this particular double oh agent does certainly not escape Q’s notice. Though to be fair, he never did imagine quite an attack-snog like this - in all honesty, his imagination pales in comparison. Q has yet to decide whether it’s a good or a bad thing.

The kiss goes on long enough that Q almost manages to forget to wonder just what had caused it.

Almost, but not quite, as eventually they both need to accept the fact that from time to time, breathing is highly recommended if one plans to continue living.

Bond is the one to - reluctantly - pull away from the kiss, though he moves his head only enough to be able to rest his cheek against Q’s while they both take in much needed gulps of air.

“Bond…  You’re back,” Q says when he can no longer remain quiet. He feels silly for pointing out the obvious, but the kiss they just shared seems to have robbed him of his higher brain functions. He can only hope that it won’t be permanent.

“Did you miss me?” Bond seems perfectly comfortable remaining exactly where he is, pressed snugly against Q with his arm around his waist. The fingers of the hand cupping Q’s head begin to run through his hair gently, and Q lets out a soft sigh and shivers at the feeling.

“You might have not disappeared the way you did,” Q says instead of replying to that question. It’s not like it wasn’t a rhetorical one, anyway. “And you didn’t have to thrown away your radio, 007. I would have appreciated that.”

“I might have, Quartermaster,” Bond agrees mildly and nuzzles at the side of his neck. “But I had things to take care of.”

“Of course you did,” Q says, trying his best to not appear quite as affected as he is by Bond acting like his more affectionate cat, Orion, with all of her headbutting and licking his face and everything else.

Bond’s next move better not be to lick his face, though. That’s where Q drew the line.

Well, for now, anyway.

While Q has been busy pondering the similarities between Bond and his cats, the man in question has progressed into leaving tiny little bites onto the skin of his neck. Q cannot truthfully say that he minds all that much, but he is aware that he ought to stop Bond nevertheless. For one thing, they’re still at his office, in full view of the security cameras (never mind that Q can easily delete any incriminating footage, it’s the principle of the thing); and for the other, he has absolutely no idea what has brought on this strange - if pleasant - new behaviour of Bond’s.

So Q clears his throat and says, “Bond?”

“Yes, Q?” Bond murmurs against the skin he’d just been biting, causing Q to shiver anew.

“Why, exactly, are you suddenly kissing me?” He pauses to gather his thoughts after yet another teasing bite nips his skin. “Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I am curious to hear why now of all possible times.”

”Because I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time,” Bond replies, pulling back enough to be able to look him in the eye. “Also…”

“Also?” Q blinks, and Bond gestures upwards.

”Mistletoe.”

Q looks up, and yes, there really appears to be a real, live mistletoe hanging from the ceiling right in front of the door.

“That was not there when I left last night,” he feels compelled to point out.

”You’re not wrong.”

”Then how did it end up there? Or should I be asking, why did it end up there?”

”Well obviously someone put it there.”

”Obviously,” Q echoes and keeps on looking at Bond. ”It was you, wasn't it?” That would explain why none of his minions warned him about it when he came in - or about Bond’s return, for that matter.

”I can neither confirm nor deny such an allegation,” Bond replies. The kiss he plants on the corner of Q’s lips, however, speaks for itself.

”Why?” Q asks, because sometimes short and simple does the trick better than anything else.

“It’s Christmas,” Bond replies. “Seemed only appropriate.”

Q gets the feeling that that’s not quite everything Bond has to say about it, and he wonders if he can get to the bottom of it. But later. “Technically, it’s only the 23rd,” he points out in any case.

“True,” Bond acknowledges, “but I was hoping that you wouldn’t actually be at the office on Christmas Eve.”

“I hadn’t planned on being here tomorrow, no,” Q admits. “Well, unless 004 manages to cock things up again.” Q knows that these things happen, after all, no matter how good the agent in question is; and while 004 is good, he’s certainly no Bond.

Bond chuckles and nuzzles at Q’s cheek with his own stubbly one, and Q shivers. His arms tighten around Bond’s neck, which makes Bond hum appreciatively and turn his head to capture Q’s lips with his again.

This time Q is an equal participant in the kiss from the very first moments, and it’s an even lovelier kiss than the first one. Q keeps his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around Bond’s neck and surrenders to the kiss.

Lack of air is, however, an eventuality, and even the most loveliest of kisses must ultimately end. Q pulls away slowly and obligingly tilts his head for Bond to kiss his way down to his throat.

He’s still wondering what exactly Bond had been up to between the end of the mission and his sudden reappearance. Bond had only said that he’d had things to take care of, and Q’s curious about what they could have been. Well, perhaps one of them had been the acquiring of the mistletoe, which, yes, he can now see Bond not wanting him to find out about too soon. This all wouldn’t have been much of a surprise otherwise.

He’ll ask Bond about it, he decides, but not right now. Now they’re at work and while this has been absolutely lovely, Q is fully aware that they both have things to do that do not include kissing against his office door.

(Though that certainly should be included, in Q’s opinion.)

“Bond?”

“Won’t you call me James?”

“James,” Q amends. It feels strange to call Bond by his first name, but also right. Strangely right, even, Q thinks and smothers a giggle against Bond’s shoulder.

“Yes, love?”

“Um,” Q says and blinks, not having expected to hear that. “You’ve not been to see M yet, am I correct?”

“You are.”

“And am I also correct in assuming that even though you don’t have your radio, you do have the rest of your kit with you? Well, what’s left of it, anyway.”

Bond nods. “I left it at your desk.”

Q turns his head to look at his desk, and indeed, Bond’s kit rests there next to his no longer steaming Scrabble mug. How he missed it before is anyone’s guess, but Q firmly blames Bond and his mouth for distracting him so thoroughly.

“I shall look at it momentarily,” Q tells Bond.

“Is that your way of telling me to leave you alone, Quartermaster?” Bond asks, pretending to sound hurt. Or at least Q hopes he’s just pretending.

“It’s my way of telling you that we both have obligations to take care of, James,” Q replies. “And much as I have enjoyed this, we are at work and in full view of the cameras right now.”

“I am aware of that,” Bond says, sounding smug now. “R will be dealing with the evidence, and I may have requested a copy for myself.”

“Bond!”

Bond just chuckles and kisses Q gently on the lips. “Don’t worry, love, I’m sure she’ll have one made for you too.”

Q groans. “Not what I meant, and you know that!”

Bond just smiles. Q wants to simultaneously push him away and pull him even closer, but in the end he does neither.

“So, can I take you out to lunch today? And dinner, after work?” Bond then asks, now more serious.

Q blinks but nods. “I would like that, yes.”

“Excellent. I’ll be back after noon.” Then, finally, Bond pulls away from Q, who shivers at the feeling of losing his warmth. He has no idea why his office suddenly feels so chilly.

“Are you cold, love?” Bond asks. “I made you tea, I hope it’s still warm,” he adds and glances at Q’s desk with the beginnings of a frown on his forehead. Q immediately wants to reach out and kiss it away.

“Thank you, James,” he says softly and walks to his desk to pick up the mug and take a sip from it. It’s brewed to his exact preference, and whileit’s no longer hot it’s still warm enough to comfortably drink. Bond looks at him and his expression clears when Q takes another bigger sip.

“I shall see you later, then,” Bond says fondly. “Try not to get lost in your work, love, or I may be forced to kidnap you for our lunch date.”

Q snorts. “I’d like to see you try.”

Bond winks at him. “You just might.” Then he finally turns to the door, opens it and steps out into the branch proper, leaving Q to drink his tea and think back over the last fifteen or so minutes.

He’s still not exactly sure what had truly happened, let alone why it had happened, but he’s ready to take it as one of those things that Bond just does.

Because really, it cannot have anything to do with the email he’d sent. Or the star he’d wished upon.

Can it?

#mely writes fanfiction #00Q #mi6cafechallenge #anon prompt gift exchange

[deadinsidedressage]

Vegans who target horse people are honestly the worst though. Like do they really think we care about their false facts. "Bits are cruel!" So why can people ride their horses with 0 tack? "Horses are 'broken' in!" Literally just bad terminology when many people don't "break" their horses. Vegans really think they're so smart when it comes to horses

Yeah it's almost like speaking with authority about something you know nothing about is a bad move. One of them claimed to have ridden for 3 years in the comments on one of the posts and they

got the terms they wanted to use wrong (they "loaned a horse" at a "hunters barns")

honestly even if they had we all know 3 years of exposure to horses via lessons in what sounded like an in-barn lease (if real) doesn't teach you shit in comparison to the vast amount of knowledge you need to have to be a responsible, ethical equestrian

Like there is a reason that areas/disciplines with a scarcity of horse education around them are abusive (even if unintentionally). Horses aren't an "easy care" animal to interact with and even animals that I do consider "easy care" like cats are still grossly misunderstood & mistreated by people who own them.

It's almost like having any living breathing thing be a part of your life whether it's pets or children requires a high amount of effort and knowledge to do so correctly.

I follow a goat creamery on insta because I love their cheese and after "always wanting to have a horse as a little girl" they finally got horses two years ago and it's a shitshow of miseducation leading to neglectful care. They just had to put a horse down over aggressive navicular because they didn't recognize the warning signs to have started intervention, use an actual horse farrier who could've helped recognize or help intervene, and kept anthropomorphisizing the horse in a way that lead to an early grave. ("He's been getting older and you can see it in his eyes, the way he rolls out of bed in the morning, and how little tolerance he has for the younger horses and their antics. However, I too am getting older and a little slower in the morning. If he can be patient with me, I can be patient with him and we can go our own speed on the trails."---literally quote from a blog post). Literally dismissed painful movement in the horse as "regular aging" instead of having a vet come out.

Not to mention the fact that having been around horses for a long time isn't an indication of knowledgable care/handling/training either. Which these people love to assume it is when they see a "trainer of 30 years" taking part in abusive practices because clearly if someone who has been a professional for that long is abusive then it's indicative of the whole affair being abusive.

My grandfather bred horses so my mother and aunts grew up with horses all their life. Yet my mother has finally admitted that she and her sisters do not know near as much about horse care, training, etc. as I do because of the education opportunities I've been afforded. And trust me, that was (and still is to an extent) a massive point of contention between my mother and I because most people's ego doesn't allow them to be told that the way they've done something for 20+ years is incorrect and not in the best interest of their animals.