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yanderepuck · 4 years

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Ikevamp Suitors as cats

I blame thank @lulu-the-smol-floof for this post

Comte

Golden British Shorthair: a solid build with short strong legs, and compact paws. Their fur is thick and dense and require a bit of grooming. They are easy-going, relaxed and reserved

Leonardo

Red Somali: Solali’s are muscular with long slender legs with a bushy tail. Most have golden or green eyes and they are active, sociable, attention seeking and freedom loving

Vlad

Albino White Angora: Not a Turkish Angora, its hard to find a non Turkish Angora via google search. Their head is triangular and have large pointed ears, and long slender legs. White angoras have blue eyes, but we’re gonna call Cat Vlad Albino. They are attention seeking, playful, and energetic.

Napoleon

Blue European Burmese: They are a well-muscled cat with slender legs and oval paws. Their coat is short and fine with not much grooming required and their eyes are large, widely spaced and slightly slanted.

Mozart

Balinese: They are medium in size and are slim, graceful, with long slender legs. They have large pointed ears and a long plump tail. They are demanding, affectionate, playful, and energetic.

Vincent

Golden Scottish Fold: Medium sized, short neck, wide eyes, sturdy legs and a large fluffy tail. The fur is longer in length and stands away from the body. They are placid, sweet tempered, sociable

Theo

Golden Bengal: They are large, sleek, muscular cats with round yet elongated faces. They have short rounded ears and wide oval eyes. Muscular legs and a thick tail that is carried low. They are active, intelligent, and assertive

Isaac

Red Singapura: small stocky cats with a round head and large cupped ears and a slender tail. They are quite, affectionate, and intelligent

Jean

Silver-Blue Korat: They have a heavy build with a large heart shaped face with large rounded ears. Their coat is a blue-grey with a silver tip. They are gentle, quite, and strong-willed

Arthur

Lilac Tiffanie: medium in size, they are well-muscled with a short wedge shaped head and large ears, medium legs and a plump tail. They are easy going, affectionate, and lively

Dazai

Orange and white Japanese Bobtail- Shorthair: They are slender yet very muscular with a long body and broad triangular head and large upright ears. They have high cheekbones and long slender legs. They are gregarious, intelligent, and mischievous

Will

Orange Siberian: Large, powerful, well-muscled cat with a broad head and slightly slanted eyes. They have rounded ears that point outwards and a plump rounded tail. They have a dense undercoat that is covered by a long thick topcoat, with a longer neck ruff. They are friendly, agile, and loyal

Sebastian

Bombay: Medium in size, they are heavy boned with a round face, and wide ears. Their jet-black coat is sleek and shiny. They are active, inquisitive, and affectionate.

Faust

Colorpoint Shorthair: A colorpoint Shorthair is basically a Siamese of non traditional colors, nor has tabby stripes or is a tortoiseshell. They are medium in size with large upright ears, and a long triangular face. Long, slim, but muscular legs and a long tail tapering to a tip. Their coat is fine, glossy and very short. They are attention seeking, energetic, and intelligent

Charles

Brown Marbled Norwegian Forest Cat Munchkin mix: With the appearance of a NFC, they are large, sturdy, and solid with widely spaced ears high on their head and a long bushy tail that is the same length as their body. Their coat is smooth, glossy and water repellent with a thick undercoat. They are gentle, friendly and reserved. Being mixed with a munchkin creates the long sturdy legs into short muscular legs, with paws that face outwards slightly.

Drake

Grey Selkirk Rex: Long fur with loose ringlets that is surprisingly very plush. Muscular in body with a round head and short muzzle. Their tail is very thick with a rounded end. They need a good amount of grooming, or their fur can look ragged. They are sociable but tolerable.

Galileo

Liliac Javanese: Basically a longhaired Siamese(with different color variations), their body is sleek while their tail is plump. Javanese are graceful with a triangle face, large pointed ears, and almond shaped eyes. Their legs are long and slender. They are demanding, energetic, and affectionate.

#ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #i spent about two hours on this #I love cats #and no #I didn't make dazai a japanese bobtail simply bc he's japanese #it simply fit him the best #i felt like he should be a bobtail #and the japanese bobtail fit him the best rather than the manx or cymric

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maximumsnow · 5 years

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Back from the dead

So we had an incident in D&D that inspired me to write this oneshot. My character got killed, and we were able to bring him back quickly. The problem is his soul is in a precarious position, and he did not like the answer he got. Solali and Hunter are not mine, hence why I was so vague on the stuff they did.

When Terjon saw the adventurers come into the church, there was someone missing. He could always pick the shorter man out of the line-up even when Vitaly was doing his best to stay unnoticeable. It had been weeks since he had last seen the motley crew, and their reports had been dire. He vaguely wondered if the rogue had finally shown his true colors and ran.

It was then that he noticed what Hunter’s bear companion was carrying.

Vitaly Boone’s body had been thrown on there and was tied down to prevent it from falling off.

The sight shook him somehow. The monk was bargaining with Y’day to cast a Raise Dead spell for them, since the only one in their group that could was the dead one. They had a scroll already, they just needed someone who could use it.

The debates were lost on Terjon’s ears as he couldn’t help but continue staring at the body on the bear’s back. He didn’t hear her response, but he did notice when she had Vitaly’s body placed on the ground so she could work her magic and bring his soul back to the Material Plane.

It went through flawlessly. Vitaly sat up suddenly and took deep breaths, and his wild eyes glanced around in confusion. He squinted as if the light burned his eyes, and the other members of the party gave him much needed space.

He looked scared.

What made Terjon feel even worse was that he looked betrayed.

Given their years long conflict, Terjon expected himself to be unsurprised. Given what he knew of Vitaly’s connections to Lolth, of course someone would be terrified if they went to her realms in the afterlife. Given that people often sold themselves for power without thought of consequences, of course Vitaly would look betrayed.

But that did not seem to mesh well with his previous inclinations about Vitaly’s character. A faithful follower of Lolth likely wouldn’t be this terrified. They knew what they were getting into.

After a few moments, it seemed like Vitaly was able to calm himself down in the sunlight, and after thanking Y’day and speaking with his companions, he quietly left the church of St. Cuthbert to go back home for the night. Terjon couldn’t help but watch him leave; it was clear Vitaly was still upset, but he clearly didn’t want to deal with his emotions in front of people.

Hunter and Solali gave their reports about the Temple of Elemental Evil, and how scouring it was going. When Y’day asked what had happened to Vitaly, Terjon listened in. Vitaly had simply opened a locked chest that they thought had information in it, and he dropped dead after unlocking it. There had been a Slay Living trap on it that none of them had known about. It was probably that Hunter would have been the only one to survive such a trap.

As the group dispersed to rest for the night and the Wizard prepared to Teleport them back to the town near the Temple, Y’day called Terjon up to speak with him on a few matters. He was clearly distracted, an anomaly for him, and she chided, “I know you’re probably upset I brought Vitaly back, but he has been integral to them surviving that temple.”

“That’s-That’s not what is bothering me,” he responded with a stumble over his words as he tuned back into the conversation.

“Oh, then what is?” She turned towards him with a questioning tilt.

“It’s just. He was afraid,” he finally admitted

“Some souls have the afterlife cling to them when brought back. Or their souls wandered darker paths through the planes.”

“I’ve never seen him afraid of anything, before.”

“You don’t know him that well. In fact, you’re practically enemies.”

“…” He didn’t have anything he could say to that. It was true.

“They’ll be gone tomorrow, so if you want to talk to him, you may want to do so soon. Just know he might not want to.”

Vitaly was a mess of emotions as he walked the familiar streets of Homlet back to his small house. Thanks to the Church of St. Cuthbert being right across the street from the Church of Pelor, he knew the path back home like the back of his hand. He couldn’t help but throw a painful glare at the church of Pelor as he passed by it; hurt etched onto his face.

The mark of Lolth had never faded. He never realized that meant his soul was still forfeit to her. He had thought that fully embracing Pelor would free him from her. A part of him wanted to charge into that church and yell at the cleric in charge and demand answers. There was a deeper ache in that he couldn’t ask the person he truly wanted answers from.

When Father Jude had saved him from himself, the man had been so convinced that worshipping another deity would loosen the holds Lolth had on him. Even though the mark never dissipated, his hair never stopped being wispy, his eyes still had cat pupils, and, once he got into magic, he could only ever summon spiders. The fact that that was proven wrong and the fact that the Father was no longer alive to ask WHY all boiled over and made Vitaly equal parts angry and despairing.

He waited until he was finally in his home before he let the tears flow. He had been in the Abyss. There wasn’t any indication that he had never wanted to be there. Lolth herself even deigned to mock him for his failure and left him to his fate. He had only been there for a day, but there had been no light to even hint that some force of Pelor would save him.

He punched a wall hard enough that he thought he heard a crack somewhere, but his hand wasn’t bleeding and only felt a little sore from the endeavor. He still wanted to break something and whether that was the wall or his hand didn’t matter. It was only because he heard someone knock on his door that he didn’t go for a round two immediately.

Thinking it was one of his companions, though which, he wasn’t sure, he took a few deep breaths and attempted to wipe his streaming eyes clear. They might know why he was so upset, but they weren’t the kind of people to help him with his turmoil. They were mostly work friends who worked together.

What he wasn’t expecting was Terjon.

The St. Cuthbert cleric and he had been on rocky terms for most of Vitaly’s stay in Homlet, but Vitaly had come to know him as a fairly decent person. He protected the citizens with a strong sense of justice and fervor, and Vitaly admitted that they did not meet in a way that would be flattering for Vitaly. Stealing from a church, even though he was in a really bad way, would not put him in most people’s good graces.

As much as Vitaly was willing to forgive Terjon’s sullen attitude with him most of the time, today was not a good day. Instead of the usual forced polite smile, he just kept a blank look on his face as he tiredly waited for Terjon to get on with whatever thing he felt the need to throw at him today.

So when Terjon instead fumbled his words and couldn’t look at him, Vitaly felt a twinge of curiosity. Raising a tired eyebrow as the normally resolute cleric awkwardly stood there, Vitaly couldn’t even fathom what was going on in his head.

Finally, he just asked, “Are you okay?”

Between all the high emotions Vitaly was still dealing with, he didn’t have the emotional strength to be more understanding of Terjon’s awkward attempt of being… comforting? He wasn’t sure, and at the moment, he didn’t care. “I just got back from the dead, what do you think?” He sarcastically asked.

Terjon flinched, but the familiar irritation was back on his face as he glared right back. Terjon sniped, “Considering you looked terrified when you came back, I’m going with not good.”

“Yup, and I’m not really in the mood to deal with you today, so if you don’t mind-“ Vitaly made to close the door, “-I’m going to bed.”

Terjon stuck his foot in the door before it could shut and said, “Look, I…”

“If you want to accuse me of robbing Y’day, can it wait until tomorrow? I’m-,” his voice choked and he interrupted himself, “Please go.”

The plea made Terjon pull back, and the door shut firmly. He felt at a complete loss. He had… questions, but Vitaly was clearly not in the right place to answer anything. It shook him to note just how deeply Vitaly was disturbed by whatever he saw in the afterlife.

He had thought Vitaly was a much more calculating and colder individual.

When Vitaly stumbled out of bed the next morning, he was still tired. The nightmares had mutated, and death plagued his sleep. He had woken up multiple times and had to check that he was still alive, which was difficult without one of his companions around to assure him of the simple fact. Even though the sun hadn’t risen yet, he decided to go ahead and get ready for their trip back to the temple.

Normally, if he was up this early, he would try and observe the sunrise, but with his anger at Pelor still simmering, he instead elected to reorganize his bags. The others had had to dump the contents to find his scrolls of Raise Dead that he guarded so viciously, and while he appreciated that they decided to use one on him instead of getting another rogue, he still couldn’t find anything in there.

The sun was still in the early stages of rising when he decided to go outside to breath the fresh air, and he nearly tripped over a small package that had been laid at the door.

He wasn’t sure who could have done it, but after the assassination attempts by the cult, he did multiple tests on it before opening. After all his answers turned out negative, it was almost anticlimactic that the contents were simply a few pieces of gold. The amount that his companions had said they paid to Raise him.

He wasn’t sure what to make of that. Maybe Y’day decided that she didn’t need the money? He simply pocketed the gold for now. He didn’t really need the gold, but he could give it back to whoever had paid the nominal fee.

#My writing #my ocs #Vitaly #Terjon #Death mention #Religion mention #It's dnd religions so it might not matter but just in case

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