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idiaa-shroxd · 1 year

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THE PREFECT’S CAT CAFE ꒱ ❝ vice dormleaders. ❞

SUMMARY: after an off-handed comment made by Idia, you find yourself taking what he said into genuine consideration. instead of just bringing some cats into your guest room though, why not find a way to have both cats and profits while being comfy?

warnings; gn!reader x vice dormleaders + ruggie & platonic ortho. long post. rewrote this a bit so sorry if it seems a bit long or short in some places, i just did not like the way some parts turned out. by interacting with this post you agree you’ve read through my navigation and i hold no responsibility for the content you view. part i. part ii. part iii. reading the prologue and first part is highly recommended, before reading this!

HEARTSLABYUL. trey clover.

TREY CLOVER.

“Thank you again for your help, Trey. Thanks to you everything turned out amazing.” You practically beam as you lower the treat onto the floor as the hoard of cats line up politely one by one waiting for their bowls of new and improved cat food. “No problem, prefect. If you ever need any more help with anything I would be happy to help.” He replied, chuckling as he took off his apron and handed it to you to put away.

Fixing his glasses he made his way over to his favorite cat, squatting down and reminding her to eat slowly unless she wanted to choke as she let out a soft meow before hungrily chewing on her food again. As she finished she looked up at him expectantly and her paws tugged onto his shirt’s sleeves. “You can have a treat, just one though.” He relented, not able to deny his favorite kitty. Watching from behind the counter you take a photo forgetting about the sound as you’re caught, quickly looking away. “Hey don’t look at me like that, you’re both extremely cute.”

Trey was quite amused by your business venture when he heard of it, not quite sure whether it would be smart to have animals in a cafe though, considering the food safety for both the people and cats. When he listens to you explain there’s no actual human food, only drinks and snacks from gacha machines and crane machines in a room the cats cannot access he understands and comments that it were a smart idea and he’d be happy to visit your cafe. He even makes you a celebratory pastry as a gift for opening your own business in Twisted Wonderland and comes a bit before opening to hand it to you personally. Perhaps he should of baked it the night before however as one cat locked their sights on him, biting and nipping his fingers lightly that smell and taste vaguely like his treat.

Minutes later after you put your gift away you return to find Trey at your bar counter and a cat in his lap playfully biting him and nudging against his chest as he presses a soft kiss against her head. You decided to stand by and watch the two as he cuddles the cat close to his chest, the kitty headbutting his chin and meowing up at him while a pure and happy smile adorns his lips, a chuckle escaping. You aren’t sure how long it took for him to notice you but he look mildly embarrassed you caught him as the cat is upset at you for stealing his attention away and goes back to meowing at him for love. He ends up staying longer than anticipated as he drinks tea that you brewed and watches you care for the cats before officially opening up. He’s so distracted by you and the cats he nearly forgets he should be working on crowd control at Ramshackle before a card soldier is suffering Riddle’s wrath.

His favorite cat is a maine coon and she has a mix of dark brown and light brown fur, with golden eyes. She’s gotten quite a bit chubbier recently as he tends to feed her a lot of treats, it’s in his nature. Apricot knows very well she has him wrapped around her paws and when you scold her she plays innocent and nudges up to Trey who apologizes to you but defends her. She’s extremely therapeutic for him after a long day as she meows right at his face pawing his chest and stepping all over him. Apricot is also a massive fan of licking his fingers whenever he comes over as he vaguely smells like flowers and he tastes sugary sweet. He got her a new collar, replacing her old grey one with nothing too fancy. A dark green leather collar with golden cake prints, with a silent bell in front and a traditional plain bow in the back. He prefers simplicity over being overly extra.

He does play favorites, he says he doesn’t but he does. Apricot is almost like his child, he babies her, cuddles her, and feels much happier when she’s with him. She’s fairly fluffy so he spends time brushing over her fur as she purrs against him, biting when he stops. He tends to visit on the weekend as he knows there is no way his dorm can survive alone without him on the weekdays, especially with Riddle in charge. He may occasionally try to study while in the cafe but fails to focus for long, she once knocked his glasses off his face by nudging him too hard for attention but he forgave her and apologized to her. He enjoys the way you brew tea for him and makes sure to bring over small gifts for you, and experimental cat treats for your cats to have variety in their meals.

Overall he’s a very good guest. He may try to ask you for an extra treat or two since he can’t help it but he follows the rest of the rules and cats love him.

SAVANACLAW. ruggie bucchi.

RUGGIE BUCCHI.

“Shishishi, are you sure no longer hiring, prefect?” Ruggie asks as you shake your head, already satisfied with your current employees. “No, but thanks for applying, Ruggie. If I ever need someone though, I’ll call you first.” You say with a smile as he nods, coming into the cafe and feeling Pumpkin leap right into his arms the second he entered.

“And besides, if you were working here it would be hard to spend so much time with her, right?” You say, closing the door behind him as you scan the room, pointing to Leona who was hissing at Malleus. “I believe Leona should be right over there! Good luck getting him to go to the dorm leaders meeting.” You say, unsure if he were even listening anymore while petting his cat.

Ruggie was not one to believe in random luck of success. He thought you had zero business experience and would end up quitting within a week, but you didn’t. He had heard all these rumors and just had to check it out since it was the buzz of all other students. After randomly catching you in the halls he goes with you to Ramshackle before you opened, explaining to him the rules and what you had. You had high end pcs and manga? He wondered just how much that would sell for, surely you would not notice one or two of these books missing, right? His mind was more preoccupied on that as you two entered after you made it clear he was not to steal, knowing him. He was actually surprised by just how well you did, this looked like a professional cafe, not Ramshackle. Did you also say you would give him a free drink for being your friend, cause that’s what he heard whether you said it or not.

He was not actually too interested in cats at all, they were all sprawled out all over the place. Sure they were cute, but they were mainly just like Leona. Sleepy and grumpy all the time. As his eyes scanned the room Ruggie ended up spotting a familiar looking cat, as some of them were native to where he lived and prowled the streets looking for food. He thought they were hostile due to how the cats would often hiss and scratch where he lived, but this one was very friendly. Upon making eye contact she made her way and begun licking his fingers. She was so friendly! She were nudging him and pawing at him, crawling up his legs all the way to his arms, meowing louder and louder and acting cute for attention. He knew this cat knew how to flatter others as you gave him a cat treat to try and she was all over him and biting at it. He couldn’t help but laugh and want to play with her just a bit more, he would also take a cup of tea, too since it were free.

His favorite cat is a Sunset Savana (Somali) that has dusty orange-brown fur and bright green eyes. Pumpkin knows she’s a cute kitty and uses it to get his attention, stealing it from others with her soft purrs. She especially enjoys playing with cat toys and getting cat treats from him which comes off Leona’s tab. He claims he would never spend his precious money on a cat collar but surprise surprise her old orange leather collar is gone one day and she is wearing a dirty golden collar with white paw prints all over, and a silent bell. The collar is pretty basic but it is different enough from it’s original collar, it was nice enough for both him and her. Maybe in the future if she were still sticking by his side he would buy her bow or something else, but that would be coming from Leona’s wallet.

He does not play favorites and will pet basically any cat, but does have a soft spot for Pumpkin. He calls her spoiled for eating so much and living the good life, but feels like he can sympathize with her lightly as she used to be a stray before clinging onto you and living the life of luxury now. He does feed her cat treats with Leona’s tab, and gets drinks for himself too, he’s noticed a bit of cat drama going on behind the scenes while picking up Leona one weekend at your cafe and is living for it. Pumpkin is friends with Nebula and Oatmeal, both seem to want to play with each other but Leona and Malleus are enemies, holding their cats in their arms and refusing to let their children communicate in their presence. He’s commented on this to Leona who gave the most disgusted look and claimed Nebula would never like that lizard’s cat. Both he and pumpkin seemed to be laughing at that, with you commenting they were quite alike, just that she seems to be much more friendly and isn’t as self motivated as him.

Overall a good guest. He doesn’t disturb too many of the guests, he did try to steal from one once, but stopped after you threatened to kick him out. He may or may not still be taking from guests but without being caught now, however he gets along well with cats!

OCTAVINELLE. jade leech.

JADE LEECH.

“Ah, prefect. Perfect timing. It is my day off tomorrow and I was wondering if you were available for me to pay a visit?” Jade asked, a business smile presenting on his face. Raising a brow you rephrased what he was asking to yourself and answer. “If you’re asking if you can see Peanut, I’ll allow it. Just don’t bring more than three terrariums this time.” Knowing he would likely bring his latest one to show off to his favorite cat.

“Fufu, you seem to be able to read me quite well, prefect. I hope this means we’re closer now and that you’ll allow me to know you better too.” He said, opening his eyes to look at you as you rolled your’s. “Octavinelle is good at flattery but no more than four hours this time and make your own tea.” You retort, walking off in the direction of your next class as he eyes linger on you a little while longer. Maybe one day you’d realize he were serious about getting to know you better.

Jade was amused by your business idea and kept tabs on it, informing Azul of what was going on when they’d seen a decline of customers. He had never heard of this human concept and the fact it were something common in your world more had caught his attention enough to actually visit under the guise of checking up your cafe for information. He’s unsure what to expect and expects it to be unsanitary and loud but is pleasantly surprised how thought out everything is and how soothing the decor makes him feel. He greets you as you’re surprised he came, making small talk with you before purchasing what you called a cat popsicle and picking up a few cat toys to really “have a true cat cafe experience” as you’d called it.

It doesn’t take long for him to understand the appeal not just from an atmospheric standpoint as your beverages are not lacking in quality and the cats are all well behaved. He finds himself approached by all sorts of fascinating different breeds as he feeds the cat popsicle before playing with the remaining kitty using the cat toy. He finds this certain cat to be particularly endearing as he seems to have a bit of a birth defect with smaller legs than the other cats, asking you about it as you explain you also wanted to give this cat a chance at love. He wouldn’t say he’s smitten but he is amused by the way the cat walks and tries to play with the toy, eventually scratching at his pants before crawling onto his lap to try and reach the toy better, only for Jade to tease him and raise it higher. He’d never thought something so simple would entertain not only the cat but him as well as he finds himself doing just this for quite awhile.

His favorite cat is a Shaftlands (Siberian) that has brown and white fur and green-yellow eyes. He has a natural birth defect that makes it legs shorter resembling a munchkin breed and Jade finds this completely endearing. The cat is completely fluffy and warm in contrast to his colder body temperature and snuggles up to him whenever he visits, Jade can’t help but laugh whenever Peanut makes his way towards him as he helps the cat up onto his lap while he meows up at Jade demanding attention he rightfully deserves. Jade has changed his collar from a plain blue one to a cream white color with orange-golden mushroom prints around the collar, the bell being replaced with a fake leather chicken of the woods mushroom bundle. He can’t help but laugh yet love the way Peanut looks with it on.

He does play favorites and doesn’t get jealous because he knows he’s his cat’s favorite and may occasionally play with the other cats until they get bored, but he mostly pets Peanut. He buys an occasional cat popsicle, maybe once or twice a week as he lets the cat rest on his lap or beside him while he does his homework or paperwork. He’s also brought a few terrariums to show the cat that seems vaguely interested, nudging a glass as he tells them what a great choice they made, whispering an explanation of the contents and where he had foraged them. Despite his sharp teeth and smile Peanut seems to have no sense of weariness as he meows up at him as though speaking before crawling into Jade’s lap for a nap. He unfortunately can’t visit too often since he works at Monstro Lounge but will visit on an occasional day off when you’re closed just to explain his recent forages to his cat.

Overall a great guest that follows the rules and won’t disturb other guests, and he is very nice to his cat if you excuse the occasional comments he makes that sounds like he may be making fun of the cat, or the fact he brings terrariums into your cat cafe.

SCARABIA. jamil viper.

JAMIL VIPER.

Running your finger’s through Jamil’s hair you finish up making the braid and quietly clap to yourself at your hard work. You quietly open your phone and take a picture silently of the view right in front of you, soaking in the very rare occurrence. Jamil stirred ever so slightly in your lap as you placed your phone back down, mumbling ever so slightly as the cat in his hands snuggling against his chest also made a little squeak.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” You asked him as his eyes open up to meet your’s as he shakes his head slightly. “No, ah!” He said coming to the realization he fell asleep on your lap after a long day of practice. He shifted suddenly as his cat stretched, jumping out of his arms and glaring at him for waking her as he gave her a quick apology, pressing a chaste kiss against her forehead as she nudged against him, crawling back into his arms. You weren’t sure which was more precious, a sleeping Jamil or a half awake cat dad Jamil.

Jamil had originally thought of your cat cafe to be a disaster as Kalim had approached him asking if they could go. He did have faith in you, in a way, sort of, but don’t you think this was too much to handle, prefect? He has zero expectations that he would enjoy the place, only expecting it to be somewhere else he had to clean up after Kalim. He hesitantly agrees and after actually entering he’s bombarded with cats, a bit to his dismay. He was the one who did both him and Kalim’s laundry, the cat fur which would stick to them would be crazy. He’s a bit sullen by the thought but the atmosphere and guest room is truly surprising, it actually looks good. On top of that, it does feel really good to be served for once as you make him a coffee, even encouraging him to use a cat toy.

One cat is instantly attracted to him, plopping onto his lap lazily nabbing the toy. She wasn’t overly fluffy enough to shed on him, but her fur was in fact silky smooth as he ran his fingers through, stroking at her chin and stomach as she rolled over, looking at him with curious eyes. For a place with so many cats it was so quiet, enough to make him sleepy if he were not playing with the cat on his lap. Even Kalim was behaving for once, he had to give it to you prefect. He was pleasantly surprised by how quick he was to relax, the sounds of purring like music to his ears as he actually almost fell asleep from exhaustion, realizing just how frustrated he had been lately. He would have to come more often, as long as Kalim behaved that was, if this was the usual experience.

His favorite cat is a Shaftlands (Russian) Blue with black fur and bright green eyes. She’s rather soft despite the short coat, and is not too vocal, but purrs quite loudly once she gets started, spending most of her time napping over being hyperactive and is very low maintenance, which Jamil really likes as it is finally a breath of fresh air, very therapeutic for him. He had replaced her old grey leather collar with a dark brown leather collar that has black and golden snakes engraved, with piercing red eyes. Two snake heads from opposing ends seem to be gripping at the silent bell collar’s mouth as a pretty design, with a brown and a small gold bow in the back to not be too distracting when petting her.

He does play favorites, with subtlety. You know he does prefer short hair breeds and that he tends to favor the quieter cats, but he tends to not play with cats that don’t purr too much. His perfect fit is Cashew ultimately even if he will not admit this out loud out of embarrassment that he had become a cat person like this. He also enjoys coming pre-game to calm himself a bit and enjoys returning after his games. When he wins it feels like a well deserved break and when he loses it feels better than being angry about it in silence as his kitty purrs right against him. You have caught him nodding off a few times before and always try to make him as comfy as possible because you doubt some nights he is even able to get sleep at Scarabia with how often things seem to go wrong and his dorm students need him for help.

Overall a good guest! He’s very peaceful, gets his work done and sometimes tries to get Kalim to not try to move around too much as he pets his kitty!

POMEFIORE. rook hunt.

ROOK HUNT.

“Welcome back, prefect.” Rook smiled at you as he helped you with your groceries, bringing them into the back for you as you give him a quick greeting, kneeling and pressing kisses to the cats nuzzling against you and meowing. “Thank you. Have the kitties been good?” You ask as you look up at him, his arms now carrying an extremely fluffy and cuddly cat that was nudging him. Honestly it would be a cute scene if you actually let him in the begin with. You really needed to change your lock, you don’t know how he keeps getting in without telling you.

“They’re very well behaved, seems they’re as sociable as ever, Mon Trickster.” He replied, helping you up with his free hand as you made your ways towards the back. “Great, glad they’re all good. Since you’re here help me prepare won’t you?” You ask, intending to at the very least get free labor out of him. Maybe you’d actually keep the same lock for a bit longer if it meant a helping hand.

Rook had known you were making a cat cafe even before you had Idia investing. He was watching you stay after class from outside and begun reading your lips, asking Professor Trein if he knew where wild cats were. He of course followed you throughout your entire journey across Sage Island to find cats to make sure you were not attacked by anything feral. Eventually you noticed him and swore him to secrecy about the project until it was actually developed. He was pleased to have a special secret just between you and him even if momentary and helped you take the cats to vets to have all the work done, fascinated by your ideas and the little creatures. He wanted to know all the details of who else was helping you, how long you planned to stay open, your open and closed days, and he sung poetry about it while knee deep in the forest grass picking up a hissing cat.

He was fairly interested with that certain cat, she had kept biting at him, particularly attempting to scratch his face, and you were unsure to bring back as she may of been too feral. Rook assured you everything would be fine as he took care of domesticating the cats and getting them used to touch with you. He once returned and Vil nearly shrieked at him for having bite marks littered across his wrists, but he was smiling the entire time. You were still very unsure about this cat but both she and Rook seemed to have bonded and she calmed down quite a lot and eventually began politely meowing at him and actually going to him of her own volition, a completely glow up you were unsure was even possible considering her previous thirst for his flesh. He only smiled up at you from his kneeling position gently stroking her chin as she purred even louder.

His favorite cat was the former feral Harveston (Norwegian) forest cat that has black, white, and orange fur, with yellow eyes. She’s incredibly fluffy and has gotten pudgier in recent times but she’s very well groomed and doesn’t shed all over the cafe since Rook is the one personally caring for her. He makes sure to use products Vil recommends and likes and that her fur is always glossy, but he also does keep her away from Vil. She never had a basic collar like most of the other cats as he got her one himself, a dark purple-blue collar with gold bows and red arrowheads pointing towards where the silent bell is. Her bow in the back is sort of transparent and a little sparkly with a thin purple-ish fabric and gold stripes. Rook calls the collar Honeysuckle’s reward. He also tends to call her Honey as a nickname since you rejected Neige jr. Neige sr., Roi du Sauvage, or any other name he suggested.

He doesn’t play favorites as he treats all the cats equally, enjoying all their company. However, Honeysuckle thinks otherwise and claims him, every so often a little hiss coming from her lips as another cat approaches her human. He seems to find himself claimed and finds it to be beautiful. An animal seeking human companionship with the one that helped them adjust to domestic life, is there anything more sincerely breathtaking? He does give her a few cat treats but only because she needs to be a good weight and healthy since she didn’t eat much before. He has tried reading manga and playing games but those just aren’t his thing, he prefers telling Honeysuckle about the beautiful things he’d seen that day, including her, and shows her photos he had taken. He also tried to show her his bow but she ended up biting off the string and playing with the string so he learnt his lesson, hopefully. He’s actually trying to find out what kind of string is cat proof.

Overall a good guest for the cats but had unusual quirks. He may stare at some guests and watch them while gently stroking a cat in his arms while whispering to her what they’re saying or doing that was interesting and beautiful.

IGNIHYDE. ortho shroud.

“You look amazing in that gear, Ortho!” You say, clapping your hands as the boy gives you a twirl, excited to show off. “Thank you, prefect! My big brother helped me design it.” He said as you pat his head, happy to have him apart of the team to help you. “Everything he makes is always amazing.” You say as he agrees, happy his brother was praised.

Handing him a tray filled with drinks you don’t even need to tell him which table as he memorized it, heading off to the Ignihyde students gaming away at one of the pcs. “He’ll be fine it seems, Idia.” You say to your loyal customer as he watches Ortho with his face behind manga, squeaking as you spoke to him. “H-Hey I’m not that concerned, I believe in him too!” He says as you giggle, going to make him another juice.

Ortho found out as he was wherever his brother went. He heard his brother telling you about bringing cats to the guest room but was pleasantly surprised you actually did convert the room into a place for cats. He was even happier at the thought maybe you did it for his brother to be happy and even socialize at the thought of pcs and manga! He decided to help you with your plans, getting you materials you needed and staying with his brother who set up the mechanical parts of the cafe. You also allowed him to play with the cats as a thank you for helping you prepare for your cafe! He was ecstatic the first time he got to do so after you and Rook domesticated them properly.

He was so excited to play with kitties, pointing out their breeds and friendliness. As he played with them he noticed a cat from afar with such a genuinely sad face staring at him and he recognized the breed. You explained he was very shy of people still but was slowly getting used to them, and he found himself making his way over. The cat backed away slowly, but eventually came over to Ortho as you handed him a treat to use. He laughed as his parts tickled from tiny cat kisses and from then on he knew what the cat reminded him of, his big brother who tended to have the same look on his face when people saw and spoke to him.

His favorite cat is an exotic shorthair with white-grey fur and orange eyes, and it is 100% because the cat reminded him of his brother and partially claimed him. Taquito is very docile but doesn’t like spending time in large groups, feeling safer with Ortho and Idia. Due to this, Ortho tends to comparing Taquito and Idia, petting the cat and telling him about how his day has gone or what Idia did that day when he is not working. He does enjoy feeding him a lot of treats and since he doesn’t have a need for homework or really plays games and can download all sorts of manga info he spends most of his time working and mainly petting Taquito. Ortho had also gotten him a new collar, replacing the old blue one with a custom black collar with what looked like blue sparks engraved all over. The silent bell is replaced with a flame core’s resembling’s orthos in a yellow color like his eyes.

He tends to come over a lot with Idia even on your days off and has seen the other first years working at the cafe and asked you about it. After explaining to him he had also wanted to try working for your cafe, with Idia and your’s permission. Compared to the others he was a real fast learner and very good with the cats, along with customers. You’ve assigned him to a waiter position and to be in charge of Ignihyde students as they get nervous talking to the other first years. He even had Idia make him a work body that looks similar to the uniforms the other first years wear as well! Ortho and Idia also have no need for money or need anything from you, Ortho instead thanking you for getting Ignihyde to leave their dorm for once but you insisted on returning the favor so he sometimes asks you to cook for Idia so his brother doesn’t just eat instant ramen. Recently though you wonder if you’re cooking just for Idia or the group of men entering your dorm demanding food.

Overall a great guest and even better employee. He does not disturb the kitties and he’s a really positive employee that lightens your burden tenfold.

DIASOMNIA. lilia vanrouge.

LILIA VANROUGE.

“Prefect!” You hear a deep voice as you jump, hands on your shoulder from behind as you nearly scream, falling to your knees. “Khehehe.” You hear the culprit chuckle as you turn around, the diasomnia vice dormleader laughing at you as he got you again. “Geez, I’ve told you to stop doing that, Lilia!” You say while getting up, you should of known better that it was him.

“I’ll stop when it is no longer funny,” he says with a little chuckle. “Then I hope you stop finding it funny soon while you’re reflecting.” You say, a teasing smile on your face as he raises a curious brow. “You’re not going to see Saffron until you’re done reflecting.” You say, walking off as his eyes widened in shock. Wait a minute, prefect. You two can talk it out, right?

He came out of nowhere scaring you senseless while chuckling, inquiring about your new business venture that he’s heard so much about from Cater. Apparently the prefect was going around “collecting stray kitties and making a totally magicamable cafe that you just totes have to visit”, and he was one who had traveled to many places all over the world throughout his time of living, so of course he had to pay a visit. He’d never heard of a cat cafe before and wondered what promise your world’s concepts had to offer as he tagged along back to Ramshackle after your classes, listening to you explain the concept and rules while heading to your cafe. He found it hard to believe that it was your old guest room at first with how fast the wifi was! Those pcs over there were high quality and the latest model designed for gaming, so you actually did get an investor?

He was enjoying the design and atmosphere but upon seeing the kitties he was a little surprised by the sheer amount of them you had. He thought maybe ten as a stretch but you liked smug with over twenty cats. They just kept on coming. You never fail to amuse him, he thought while you were scooping one into your arms as they meowed at you intently, loudly purring against you as they nudged against your chin for pats. He found the scene cute but preferred the pcs over the cats until you plopped the cat into his arms telling him to take a seat, you’d fetch him something to drink. The cat was overly affectionate as he’d nip at Lilia, meowing even louder and pawing at his uniform reminding him of caring for little Silver. He had indulged in that train of thought for a little bit too long as he soon was reminded of his parenting days while cradling the cat, feeding him a treat. This soon evolved into the point where Lilia became a cat dad.

His favorite cat is a Shaftlands (Turkish) Angora with pure white fur and brown-yellow tinted eyes. He’s a very playful cat, slightly fluffy so he combs the cat over every so often when visiting. Saffron loves to tug at Lilia stealing his attention away from everyone, but his lack of coordination always makes him laugh after confirming the cat is okay, helping him into his arms or wherever he wanted to go to like a parent entertaining their child. Due to Saffron watching Lilia play games on the pc he decided to replace his old white leather collar with a new ombre green silk collar, with small white specks engraved. The collar has little weapons on then such as swords or mage books from the games he plays in black, replacing the silent bell with a bat wings in a dark black color and pink-red eyes.

He does play favorites and it is quite clear as his kitty crawls into his lap pawing at him. Lilia is also a pretty big gamer so on certain nights he logs in, he’s coming in early and staying out late as you bring him juice after juice, one hand petting his cat to sleep, the other furiously clicking away to kill his opponent. Sometimes he maybe lose due to his hand suddenly being nudged and nipped due to his kitty waking up and wanting his attention but he’s very engrossed in killing his opponent and looting, however he never blames Saffron since he thinks of the cat as a small child. Other times Saffron may also fall over after jumping onto different ledges, being a little uncoordinated but relatively safe, and Lilia always seem to catch him in time. He murmurs something about “reliving parenthood”, mildly concerning you as you decided to ignore the comment and pour him some juice. He says some really weird things.

Overall a good guest! He may occasionally let out an annoyed grunt while gaming and say his trash talk aloud, but almost every gamer in the world has gamer rage on occasion. The cats seem to be pretty fond of him at least!

thank you for everyone’s support! part two seems to be quiet anticipated but my favorite is probably part three solely because of floyd’s kitty!! nothing makes me happier than floyd finding out about a hairless breed and then going it’s so ugly that is mine. I also plan on posting a au(?) brainrot tomorrow!

（≧∇≦). thank you to 130+ followers and all my reqs from a single post! (*´ω｀*) i’m not too sure what to do for it, but thank you for the support!

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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cats and cats (satosugu x reader)

warnings: crack(?), fluff, smoking, dedicated to that really old geto cat anon that i never replied to, i wasn’t totally sober when writing this, romance?

“…Shoko, what is that?”

“Cigarettes.” The girl pulls out a stick from the plastic packaging, twirling it in-between her lithe fingers as she patted her pockets for her lighter, her eyebrows furrowing as she struggles in her search for it.

“Ah, I’ve got you.” Your hands produce a lighter from within your blazer’s pocket, light pink with the body being decorated with a character you’ve been obsessing over lately. You flick it, a flame coming to life as you hold it to the cigarette that had now been placed between her lips, getting exceedingly close to her, proximity intimate as she entranced you with her usual lazy gaze and smirk upon her kissab-

A bump against your legs. You ignore it in favour of smiling back at the beautiful girl in front of you.

“I think you should stop smoking so muc-“

Another bump. More insistent this time. Paired with pained mewing and the sound of claws extending from a pair of paws that were desperately trying to get your attention.

You look down, looking the rather large, stark white Maine Coon purring and pawing the length of your skirt as it starts to get your attention in the eye. It’s (?) fur long and fluffy, puffing up even more as it meowed at you, huffy crystalline blue eyes looking annoyed.

Cute.

The black Turkish Angora is by its side, brown eyes shut as it continued rubbing its head against the fabric of your socks, a strand of its fur hanging over the cat’s face, reminiscent of a familiar black-haired sorcerer you knew as it purrs adorably in content.

Extremely cute.

You squat down to your knees, resting on the balls of your feet as you started to pet the two, scratching behind their ears and below their chins as they cuddled deeper into the palm of your hand, licking the skin with their sandpaper tongues and snuggling even closer to you now that they had your undivided attention.

(The white one attempted to get under your skirt. You moved away, punishing it by giving more affection to the black cat, who definitely wasn’t complaining, given the smug look on its face.)

“Shoko-“

“Wanna take care of them?”

“…yea.”

——

Sugu laid upon your lap, furry body stretched across as it lazily went to sleep on top of you, purrs sounding out from his throat as you continued to scratch his head.

Sato sat before you, using a dainty paw to rub at his eyes, squeezing them shut before abruptly opening them, before another paw was hurried pressed to his head.

“Do your eyes hurt?”

He quickly nods his head. (So smart.)

You think for a moment, looking around the room before spotting an extra pair of Satoru’s left behind sunglasses… There’s no way that could work, right?

…but they look so similar, it’s worth a shot.

——

You’re poking at the exposed belly of the white one, the cat laying on its back with his paws in the air, borrowed sunglasses over his eyes when you started prodding at its soft and plushy body.

(You honestly can’t believe the glasses worked.)

It’s purring so loudly, revelling in your touch as you scratched and rubbed at the flattening cat, so satisfied, so happy he looked as if he was starting to melt into the ground.

Such a healthy gait.

“You’re kind of fat, aren’t you, Sato?” An afterthought that had been unwittingly voiced out. “Did your previous owner feed you too much?”

His purring slows to a stop as he gradually realizes the meaning behind your words despite your comfortable pats. A yowl escaping as he jumped onto his paws, turning his long body away from you as he ensured that his fluffy tail smacked into your face, fur obscuring your vision before you hear the angry padding of his feet.

Is he… Pouting?

“Are you upset?” His tail is swishing in the air as you ask him, back still turned to your face as he refuses to meet your gaze, ears flattened against his head as he trots away with angry swishes.

(You’re absolutely losing it internally. So precious…!)

“W-wait, I’m sorry? Don’t go!” You’re holding back your laughs as you tried to coo the mass of fluff back onto the floor or into your arms, the crabby feline having decided to strut away from you, choosing to try and get a sleeping Shoko’s attention by pawing at her hair from her position atop the couch.

“Sato? Don’t bother Shoko, darling…” You try cooing again, staying still as Sugu shifts around in your lap, stretching himself out and yawning as he begins waking up.

Sato is giving you the cold shoulder still. Oh my, how petulant.

You look down at the cat still in your lap. “Looks like it’s just you and me, huh?” It meows back at you as you kiss its head, tucking that peculiar strand of his fur back, only for it to bounce back into place, incessant purring and licking at your hand as he seemed to beg for another one.

“Oh? You like that, huh?” You land another sweet kiss upon his forehead once again only for his paws to hold your lower jaw in place when you try to move away.

“Aww, you’re so cute!” You’re absolutely gushing over him, bombarding this cute little cat with kisses all over his face as he lets out mewls and meows of content within your embrace.

“I can’t believe anyone would ever believe you’d be bad luck.”

The white cat has paused its ministrations on the still asleep Shoko, who had used a lazy hand to shoo the disturbance away. He’s staring at the both of you as the frown on his face seemed to deepen.

(Is this affecting him?)

“Sugu~” You’re kissing all over his face as the black cat stood on his hind legs, toe beans digging into the meat of your thighs with front paws upon your chest as it snuggled his head into your throat, meowing delightedly as you scratched and pet him.

Sato lingered close to you, nudging closer and closer but far away enough whilst acting like snob, turning his cute pink nose up at you everytime he think your eyes are on him.

(He’s just like the actual Satoru…)

You pay him no mind, letting Sugu purr into the valley of your chest, letting him nudge and cuddle into you freely with no restrictions as you stroked his back leaving more gentle pecks on the cat’s closed eyes, plainly ignoring the stubborn Maine Coon.

(You’re not paying attention to him. You’re. Not. Paying. Attention. To. Him! Sugu wasn’t paying attention to him, how could you both not shower him in love?)

He was now brooding in the corner, an aura so gloomy and sad surrounding him as he sat on his haunches, tail drooping and ears flattened against his head at the lack of attention.

He’s absolutely deflated. (But still not giving in.)

Sugu meows up at you, a way to get your attention before he tuts his head to the side, mercy in his actions as he tries to get your attention to his sulking buddy.

You misinterpret him.

“Aww, you wanna cuddle somewhere else?” Your voice had grown so soft, so tender and gentle and lovely as you cooed at him, so distracting and so flustering that he short-circuited, nodding his fluffy head.

“Let’s go to my room, then!”

Sato never got out of his corner so quick, jumping onto his feet as he started running after the both of you, circling your feet in quick circles as he yowled and meowed, sunglasses falling off his face as he placed his front paws on your skirt, eyes begging and pleading and remorseful as you continue to coddle Sugu in your arms.

“Someone finally stopped being grumpy, huh?” You attempt to scoop the second cat up, grunting as you feel both their weights in your arms as you cradled them both like babies, both so abnormally large that their bodies were shrouding you in a mass of fur.

(You could honestly die happy here.)

masterlist KOFI pt.2

Notes:

The lighter was a gift from Shoko.

Guess who named them? You did. The boys were meant to be off on a mission together, and weren’t supposed to be back until next week.

Satoru’s cat form is not overweight. Just really fluffy.

“You’re both cats, aren’t you?” Shoko’s eyes are closed and upturned, a tight smile on her lips as she places a can of wet cat food in front of the feline duo.

“Woogle said that wet cat food was better for dealing with overweight cats.” You murmured under your breath, hand placed under your chin in thought as you watched Sato poke at the meal with a claw.

“But with how much that can was, I really hope the owner quickly finds them soon…”

“Well, boys,” Shoko begins again, her grin growing ever wider as a self-satisfied look made itself home on her face. “You heard her. Wasn’t cheap, and she went allllll the way to the local family mart to buy it for you, ya know?”

“Ah, it wasn’t actually that far-“

“Wouldn’t want to waste her hard work, do we?”

Her stare is pointed at the trembling black cat and disgusted white one, their forms unsteady as they physically gulped at the sight of the slimy can of raw tuna in front of them…

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff

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spencersssockss · 4 months

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Hazel

Summery: you and Spencer adopt a kitten!

Warnings: just a cute kitty!!

Word count: 200

For Christmas Spencer agreed to let you get a kitten, it was a Maine coon, female, she had brown fur with hazel highlights and blue eyes.

She was such a sweetheart, she kissed your nose whenever given the chance and loved it when Spencer petted her belly.

The two of you had just got back from the pet shop, you had bought some food, a collar, and some treats.

The two of you sat cuddled on the couch with the kitten in your lap.

“What should we name her?” You asked hooking her color around her neck.

“How about Forest!” Spencer smiled scratching the purring kitten's ear.

“Your brows furrowed at the name, “forest?” You asked looking over at him instead of the cat. “I was thinking of Hazel,”

“Perfect, Hazel is perfect,” Spencer replied.

The two of you walked to the bedroom, Spencer holding the kitten. You lay down with Spencer in the bed letting Hazel lay on a pillow.

Only she preferred to lay on you, she laid on your side curling into a ball making your heart melt.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Spencer smiled.

“Me too,” you smiled back cuddling into Spencer with Hazel still sound asleep on your side.

a pillow.

#criminal minds x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x you #spencerreidssockss #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine

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theblueseassoul · 4 months

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“Attention”

Rafayel x reader

No warnings

No use of y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person. Established relationship. Reader has a a ginger one eyed Maine-coone named Mao (m-ow).

Rafayel lounged in your living room, legs thrown over the arms of the chair and his neck resting on the other. He had his phone held over him, waiting for you to come home. You’d been out getting groceries, and though you’d only been gone for a little while he was already missing you. Mao was laying on a pillow on the other couch where you typically sat, staring at the artist. He glanced over and sighed softly, shaking his head “Cats..” he murmured and switched to messages on his phone, pointing the camera at Mao and sending it to you, and then typing

‘Babe… your cat looks like it wants to eat me for dinner.. hurry home!’

You were getting out of your car, picking up a bag as you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You furrowed your brows and took it out, clicking on the notification that read ‘From: Fish-Husband.’ It had been a joke at first with how often he acted like a fish, but now it was just a “cute” nickname. For you anyways. You raised a brow at the message and smiled softly when you clicked onto the picture of your beloved cat. You shook your head, replying.

‘I’m almost home. Will you survive?’

You could almost imagine his dramatic sigh as the message displayed that he’d left you on read. You gathered the rest of your groceries and bumped your car door closed with your hip, turning your heel and jogging up the driveway to save your boyfriend from the oh so ferocious cat of yours.

When you opened the door, you were greeted with both a delighted meow and “There they are.” You chuckled as you settled your gaze on the pair of attention seekers in your living room. Mao pranced over to you, tail swaying slowly. He brushed up against your legs as Rafayel approached, and you put down your bags, picking up your large ginger cat and pressing a firm kiss on its forehead resulting in a happy ‘mrrp’ from it. “Hello gorgeous.” You coo’d, hugging your cat to your chest as he curled closer into your body, a paw firmly resting against your shoulder. Rafayel cleared his throat, and when you looked at him he sighed dramatically “The cat gets the first kiss? I see where I stand..” you rolled your eyes with a smile and murmured to Mao “What a drama king.” Who purred in agreement.

You put Mao down and took Rafayels face into your hands, pressing a firm kiss against his forehead as well “Hello, Rafayel.” He slotted his arms around your waist and shook his head “No sweet Nick names either…” he pouted. You had such a dramatic boyfriend, you wondered how long he could keep the act up but you realized the answer was something far too large for you to want to consider. You just squeezed his cheeks “does needy work? How about…” you trailed off in feign consideration as he rolled his eyes. You laughed and he pressed a brief kiss to your lips as he murmured “I can’t stand you.” You shook your head and gently pat his forearms “then go sit back down.” And with that you broke from his grasp and returned to the task at hand. Groceries. With some complaints, Rafayel eventually followed suit and helped you put everything away. And of course, your trusty cat companion was running circles around and between your legs whenever possible.

Later, you had curled up on the bed with your comfortable clothes. You had the tv playing a show you were really into with one of the claw machine stuffed animals resting against your stomach. Mao hopped onto the bed and meowed at you, demandingly. “What?” You furrowed your brows. You talked back to him often, as both of you were very talkative. He meowed again. “So much sass for such a tiny creature. Come here.” You put the stuffed animal to the side and pulled the cat onto your lap, who happily curled up on your legs and pressed its face into your stomach. Not too long after, Rafayel came in carrying a cup of water for you. He paused and sighed, hand on his hip as he stared at Mao. And of course another one of his bright ideas struck.

“Baby…” he groaned, putting the glass down and sitting on the edge of the bed. You glanced over and raised a brow, “what’s the matter?” He sighed and hung his head, looking away “I don’t feel well..” your worry increased with his almost sad tone. You knew he was silly, and acted over the top sometimes, but you would still worry. You moved, which resulted in an angry grumble from your very fluffy cat. Rafayel clicked his tongue as you gently bickered with mao before pushing your cat to the side and pressed your hand against Rafayel’s forehead. “You don’t feel too warm.” You commented.

Rafayel took you by your wrist and held your hand against his cheek, “my love..” he sniffed. You smiled fondly and shifted, patting your lap “lay down.” To which he immediately did. His head plopped into your lap, and your fingers combed through his dark hair. Mao bat at his head gently but you shooed the paw away “be nice.” Rafayel hummed and nodded “I was here first, I don’t think he gets that.” It was true. You’d only gotten Mao slightly after you met Rafayel but you two bonded quickly. You just had an affinity for animals. Especially fishes. You thought to yourself as you looked down at your boyfriend, looking up at you with sparkling eyes.

“What’s that look for?” You asked, brushing some of his bangs out of his face. He reached up, gently running his index finger over your jaw before resting it back against your leg, next to his head. “I love you.” He suddenly said. You nodded and closed your eyes, “I love you.” You hated ‘I love you too.’ You don’t say it just because he did and that makes it an ‘obligation’, you did just love him. He thought it was strange however enjoyed it nonetheless, you could tell by the glimmer in his eyes and the small curl of his lips. “I feel like you love that fish-eater more.” He commented almost pouting. You shook your head and rested your hand in his hair, “no…”

“I couldn’t love anything more than you. You may be over dramatic, sassy..” you started. “Babe.” He sighed. You rolled your eyes and smiled tenderly “but you are also the most amazing man I’ve ever met. Talented, too. And handsome.” You complimented him, resulting in a charming grin from the male laying in your lap. You twirled a piece of his hair around your finger “nothing could ever add up to you. I love Mao. I love you. Mao is like.. my son.” You said. “And you of course are like my husband.” You then added “my very fishy husband.” He groaned, swatting your hand away as you poked his nose. However he was smiling. “Nothing could replace you.”

He nodded and sat up slightly, just enough for his lips to meet yours. You couldn’t help but smile into it, and he left another kiss at the corners of your mouth, and then a final one at your cheek. “Good. Remember those words.” You hummed and carefully laid him back down into your lap “I have a very good memory. You underestimated me.”

#x reader #fan fiction #love and deepspace x reader #love and deep space rafayel

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identifying-cat-phenotypes · 10 days

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This is Monster! He’s a handsome maine coon :)

Wow, what a handsome guy! Monster seems to be a black classic tabby with medium white! Stunning!

DISCLAIMER! This is a hobbyist's identification, please send an ask or reply with any corrections or thoughts on this cat!

#identifiCATion #black classic tabby #black tabby #medium white #tabbies #ask

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 7 months

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Cats 1998 Anniversary Celebration

Day Six: Favorite background moment- Misto almost getting hit in the face with the ball during RTT

Tugger grinned, kicking the ball as Plato tossed it to him. He could feel Mistoffelees’ eyes on his back, the small smile that was no doubt on the other tom’s face, and his swagger increased.

The maine coon had meant for the ball to be caught by his lovely magical mate.

He had meant for it to be a flirtatious toss, accompanied by a wink and an eyebrow wiggle to make Mistoffelees blush and roll his eyes in that wonderfully aloof way of his.

However, as he watched the ball soar towards Mistoffelees, Tugger’s eyes widened in horror as the ball’s trajectory went straight towards the black cat’s face. Luckily, Mistoffelees diverted the direction by sending the ball over his head, but leveled the maine coon with an unamused stare as Tugger went back to singing.

Oh, he’d be paying for that later.

Later happened to be during the Dance, when Tugger approached Mistoffelees to pull him into a short duet, as they always did during the Ball. He held out his paw, but Mistoffelees sniffed playfully at him before turning tail and joining Cassandra in a duet, as Alonzo was entertaining his younger brothers.

Tugger was left wide-eyed and jaw dropped as he heard Munkustrap’s muffled snickers behind him. He turned to glare at his brother, who simply gave him a shit-eating grin and spun away with his own mate.

When it came time for Victoria and Plato’s dance, Tugger approached Mistoffelees, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him close, leaning against their pipe as they watched the dance.

“It must be nice for Vicki to have a mate that doesn’t try to kill her.” Mistoffelees mused, even as he nuzzled against Tugger’s mane.

Tugger let out a groan, burying his face in Mistoffelees’ shoulder. “I’m going to be suffering for the rest of the week because of that, aren’t I.”

Mistoffelees laughed, the low, quiet sound making Tugger fall in love all over again. “Maybe for a little while.” He turned his head, kissing Tugger’s jaw gently. “Though your face when it happened was probably the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I thought I was going to hit your face.” Tugger whispered, dramatically draping himself across his mate’s side. “The thought of damaging your beauty… it would have been a tragedy.”

“The real tragedy would be Vicki and Plato seeing that we’re talking during their dance.” Mistoffelees replied, but he lifted a paw to run through Tugger’s mane.

Tugger hummed in agreement, his eyes locking onto his two very best friends as they began to dance with each other.

After a moment, he spoke once more, voice only audible to his mate.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven and we can forget that ever happened?”

“Ask me tomorrow when my sister’s not performing her mating dance with our closest friend.”

“So no?”

“No, darling.”

“Shit.”

#cats the musical #cats 1998 #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #cats 1998 anniversary celebration #y'all thought you were escaping this week without me writing some tuggoff???#liv's writing corner

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eccentric-curious-cats · 3 months

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Where’s Misto?

Based on an Anonymous ask sent to @aclairvoyant that gave me Tuggoffelees brainrot.

Summary: Tuggoffelees. Misto takes a nap with Tugger basically laying on top of him. The tribe thinks Misto has gone missing. Chaos ensues. Munkustrap probably has a headache. ~1500 words. Rated G. Not beta’d.

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It was a chilly day in the junkyard, even out in the sunlight. As the humans might remark casually over breakfast, “it’s cold for autumn” and “don’t forget your cardigan, dear.” For Tugger, the cold weather didn’t matter much—his thick fur kept him cozy and comfortable even in the winter (although he practically roasted in the summer).

Most of the cats had dragged old blankets and towels into the sun to make temporary nests with their friends as they dozed through the morning and afternoon. The kittens played, warming their bodies with movement while the older cats watched with amusement. Pouncival and Tumblebrutus had been practicing relentlessly to mimic some of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer’s acrobatics, and they had made some good progress and impressed Electra, Etcetera, and Jemima with their attempts.

Tugger had arrived at the junkyard and drawn all of the kittens straight to his side, with excited squeals and Etcetera begging him to dance for them.

Mistoffelees had come to the junkyard, as he normally did, alongside Tugger. Their humans were neighbors and it was only sensible to walk together, regardless of their relationship. While Tugger greeted and gently teased his fan club, Mistoffelees slinked up onto the old oven, which was gently bathed in sunlight, waving his tail in polite greeting to Munkustrap and Demeter, who were cuddling atop the tire, and Alonzo who was sprawled out in the middle of the yard looking dead to the world.

While Tugger sang and danced among the kittens, Mistoffelees dozed in a tightly curled ball, ears twitching when the kittens squealed but otherwise paying no mind to the antics of his mate. At some point, the black tom must have drifted fully into sleep as he was awoken by a thump as a cat leapt onto the oven beside him. He cracked open one eye, though he already knew who the other cat was.

“Have your fans finally tired of you, Rum Tum Tugger?” He asked, a small smirk spreading across his face as his whiskers twitched in amusement.

“Of course not,” Tugger huffed as he stretched, ruffling his thick mane, “Jenny came to collect them for a nap.”

Mistoffelees hummed and closed his eye, nestling his nose between his paws with a shiver.

“Speaking of naps,” Tugger yawned.

Before Mistoffelees could encourage the Maine Coon to continue, a warm weight flopped on top of him.

“Tugger, you’re suffocating me,” Mistoffelees complained.

Tugger shifted, moving more of his weight off of Mistoffelees but keeping him buried under his thick fur and mane.

“There, all comfy and cozy. You can thank me later, Mr. Mistoffelees,” Tugger said smugly, settling himself comfortably.

“I’ll admit, your fur is nice when it’s this cold, but I thought the Rum Tum Tugger didn’t care for a cuddle?” Mistoffelees teased with a purr, rubbing his face against Tugger’s pelt fondly.

“I’ll happily make an exception for the marvelous, magical Mr. Mistoffelees,” Tugger replied.

The two toms fell asleep on top of the stove, quietly purring each other to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It must have been hours later, as it was dark when Tugger next woke. There was a sizable group of cats gathered by the tire, with Munkustrap standing atop speaking. Tugger pricked his ears to listen to his older brother.

“And we are certain that nobody has seen Mistoffelees since this afternoon?” Munkustrap asked the assembled cats and received shaking heads and worried murmurs in response.

Tugger watched, curious, as Munkustrap paced atop the tire before sitting down to address the crowd again.

“Cassandra, Alonzo, and Skimbleshanks, can you go check the western edge of the junkyard?” Munkustrap asked, and the aforementioned cats nodded, splitting from the group and disappearing into the garbage piles.

“Victoria, Plato, will you make sure he hasn’t returned to his humans’ home?”

The young couple darted off.

“Jenny, can you and the kittens double check the main yard? Maybe he’s tucked away in some corner napping.”

Jenny nodded, gathering the kittens like little soldiers and instructing them on how and where to look for the missing tom.

“Demeter and Bombalurina, can you check the eastern side?”

The two queens vanished into the trash with waves of their tails.

“Where will you check, sweetheart?” Jennyanydots asked, turning her attention away from the kittens to look at the Jellicle protector.

“I,” Munkustrap said with a massive sigh, “will go check Tugger’s den.”

That was when Tugger realized that he should probably speak up. Afterall, his den was a disaster and it would be embarrassing for his older brother to see it. Yet Tugger was so comfortable and sleepy, snuggled up with Mistofellees, that he decided to let it be and closed his eyes again.

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Munkustrap was frantic as he returned to the main yard, where many of the other cats were returning from their searches. Mistoffelees was nowhere to be found.

Sure, the black tom was more introverted than some of the other cats and tended to avoid large groupings when he could, but to have him absent for an entire afternoon and evening without so much as a glint of his eyes or flicker of his tail was concerning. Afterall, a pair of stray dogs had moved into the alleyway behind the nearby Italian restaurant, according to Bustopher Jones, who had a run-in with the two when he went for dinner with a friend. Of course, Macavity was also an ever-present threat, especially following the last ball when Mistoffelees was able to rescue Old Deuteronomy from the mystery cat’s clutches.

And Tugger, Munkustrap lamented, had hardly stirred at the ruckus. If he hadn't been too worried about Mistoffelees, he might have chewed his younger brother out for his disinterest in finding his mate. In fact, Munkustrap almost wanted to claw his brother, how dare he be so unbothered. At the very least Tugger could get off his lazy rear and help, instead of lounging on the old oven and barely paying them any mind.

All of the other cats had returned to the main yard and were looking anxious and worried. Nobody had found Mistoffelees. Munkustrap hopped back atop the tire and looked at the small crowd.

“It doesn’t seem like Mistoffelees is with his humans or in the junkyard. Does anybody know where else he might be hiding?” Munkustrap asked, a bit desperately.

Heads shook and Victoria sniffled, worried for her brother.

“Then we will have to extend our search into the city. Alonzo, Plato, and I will go.”

“What? Why not all of us?” cried Tumblebrutus, “we can help, too!”

“You will stay here in the junkyard, in case Mistoffelees comes back,” Munkustrap soothed.

“Precisely, and must I remind you that there are nasty dogs about? No, you kittens will stay right here with me,” Jenny butted in, rounding up the kittens somewhat frantically, “there will be no leaving the yard with those monsters out there, not on my watch.”

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As Plato, Alonzo and Munkustrap began gathering themselves to leave the junkyard, Old Deuteronomy appeared from the piles of garbage. He was greeted, as always, with excitement from the kittens and respect from the older toms and queens.

As intuitive as he was, he surely felt the tension and concern in the air, particularly from Munkustrap as he fondly greeted his father.

“My son, what has happened? What has you all so worried?” The old cat asked.

And Munkustrap explained, concisely, how Mistoffelees had not been seen for some time and the search efforts conducted at his human home and throughout the junkyard which had turned up empty. Old Deuteronomy nodded, sagely, and turned his head to look up at Tugger on the oven.

“And have you asked Tugger where Mr. Mistoffelees might be?” Old Deuteronomy asked the silver tom, with a chuckle.

“Tugger,” Munkustrap sighed, “has refused to get up and help us.”

“But did you ask him?”

“I–” Munkustrap stuttered, “no, but–”

“Excuse me, Tugger,” Old Deuteronomy called up to the oven.

“Hello, Old Deut,” Tugger called, blinking his eyes a few times and yawning.

“Have you seen Mr. Mistoffelees lately? Or do you perhaps know where he might be?”

“Misto? Of course I know where he is,” Tugger replied, fluffing his mane.

“Where?” Munkustrap demanded, ears pinned back in frustration.

Tugger sighed dramatically and stood with a stretch, revealing a disheveled looking Mistoffelees, who raised his and blinked drowsily. Munkustrap seemed to deflate as all the worry and stress from the evening left him in an instant.

“Ah, there he is. Good evening, Mr. Mistoffelees,” Old Deuteronomy said warmly.

“Oh, hello Old Deuteronomy,” Mistoffelees replied sheepishly, scratching behind his ear.

Old Deuteronomy turned to Munkustrap with a heartfelt smile before glancing back up to watch Tugger pull the smaller tom closer and begin grooming his ears. Tugger glanced down at Munkustrap and smiled smugly, and Mistoffelees looked down at the gathered cats with confused, owlish eyes.

#tuggoffelees #fanfic #mr mistoffelees #quaxo #rum tum tugger #munkustrap #old deuteronomy #cats the musical #cats the musical fanfic #my writing #text

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supercomputer276 · 1 year

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I wish "Kirby Right Back At Ya" is on Netflix or Hulu or Amazon Video or on Blu Ray?

I mean, there was a thing about a Blu-Ray set that was on sale awhile back, that's inevitably going to get Interneted, but that's for the original Japanese so yeah, getting some support for the dub is going to be hard. I'd watch it on streaming.

#ask reply #Kirby #Kirby right back at ya #KRBAY #...I wonder if they picked the name for the acronym???#Lone Coon

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jiliansky-blog · 6 months

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In the dark. Chapter 3. The mistake

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 1200

Now you can’t wait till night. You wanted to help him, but you actually don’t want your time with Morpheus to end. You don’t know what you are going to do when he stops visiting you.

“Is it comfortable for you here?” you asked him during another visit.

“It is tolerable”, he said in his official manner.

“You can come closer”, you replied. “I promise, I won’t look at you. We will still be in the dark. But you will be closer”.

“I don’t think it is a good idea”, he said hesitantly.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because it will grow closer,”, he replied. “I don’t want you to suffer in the end”.

“I won’t”, you said. “Now come here”.

He lost this argument very quickly and moved forward. He probably wants this closeness as much as you do. Furthermore, he awkwardly lied next to you on the bed. You can feel his warmth. Morpheus smells like coffee, books and nighttime rain. And you were doing your best not to look at him.

“So what now?” he asked.

“You can read me or tell me the story”, you replied. “Can you tell me the story about other worlds and creatures that existed”.

“Yes”, he nodded, and he told me about Lucifer and Hell. And how he won the game with hope.

“Unbelievable”, you admitted. “Do you feel it now? Hope?”

He was thinking for a few minutes, and you even felt sleepy lying next to him. But then Morpheus broke the silence.

“I haven’t for some time”, he said. “But now, I feel”.

You felt warm again. Can you be the reason behind his hope? You hope so.

“You are tired”, Morpheus admitted. “You need to sleep”.

“Morpheus?” you asked before he put you to sleep once more.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Can you stay with me for a while when I fall asleep, please?” you asked sleepily.

“I will”, he said softly, and sleep took you.

For the next week, he agreed to sit with you on the bed. And it was a little win. Anyway, you noticed that his skin was pale and his hair was black. You tried not to watch him more closely. You tried to keep your promise.

“Why did you insist on keeping me close?” he asked one day.

“It is more comfortable and cozy”, you said. “You don’t agree, don’t you?”

“I don’t get used to feeling comfortable with humans,”, he said. “And you can get attached to me this way far more quickly.”.

“Morpheus”, you said, touching his hand. His skin was like silk. “I attached myself to you as a friend. Is it dangerous?”

“I suppose not”, he said.

When you fell asleep, you almost felt his touch on your skin. On your cheek. Light as a feather. And heard “sweet dreams, little dreamer”.

After that, something in you changed. You felt the light and the warmth inside of you when you were thinking about Morpheus. You missed him during the day.

The next night, he joined you in small and fluffy form. He was a cat. You were sure he was the black one.

“I didn’t know you could be a cat”, you said.

“You never asked”, he replied. “I can be in any form. But you will be able to see me one day in human form, because you are human”.

“Does that mean that cats see you as the cat?” you asked.

“Exactly”, he replied.

“How interesting”, you smiled. “Can I touch you?”

“You can, if you won’t turn on the light”, he agreed after the silence.

And you touch his silky and fluffy fur. And he even starts to purr silently. It was too cute. He was warm. And you understand that he was big. Probably as Maine coon. It was huge that you know a god of dreams, but also he is a cat.

“I’m not cute”, Of course he reads your thoughts.

“Yes, you are”, you smiled. “At least in the cat form”.

And he purred you to sleep. You can tell, though, that he began to feel comfortable with you. He wasn’t so tense. He wasn’t cold anymore. Likewise, he was still mysterious, but it wasn’t a bad thing for you.

Although he began to leave gifts for you in the Dreaming and sometimes in the waking world too. He left you books, which you wanted, some small jewelry, and flowers. One time he left you, even the dress. The feelings in your heart grow stronger.

But then curiosity also started to grow. You began to imagine what he looked like. He must be very handsome. But then why is he hiding in the darkness?

“Can different humans see you in different ways?” you asked him the next night.

“Yes”, he said. “It depends on their culture and beliefs.”.

“What about their tastes?” you asked.

“I suppose it counted too”, he said after thinking.

“Do you have a favorite form?” you asked.

“You are so curious today”, Morpheus admitted.

“And you’re mysterious”, you replied. “I wanted to know more about you”.

“I prefer cat form”, he said.

“And what about human form?” you asked.

“You will find out in time”, he only said.

“Not mysterious at all”, you smiled and squeezed his hand.

“The time hasn’t come yet”, he said.

“Morpheus?” you asked.

“Yes?”

“Promise me that you won’t leave without a trail when the time comes?” you said.

“Very well”, he said. “But I can’t promise to stay in your life permanently. You don’t need to live in your dreams”.

“I do not”, you replied. “I still have life in the day”.

He didn’t continue arguing. But for now, a promise that he won’t abandon you after this month was enough. You were glad he was there.

In the last week, you fell asleep next to him and appeared in his room. Next to him. His room was big. You were interested in what color everything was. And you were interested in the man next to you. Did he just bring you there? Perhaps it was an act of trust. But know that you can feel that he was sleeping next to you.

And when Matthew found out that you left Morpheus room, they suspected that it was actually something between you two.

But when your time together almost came to an end, it made you think about different things. You were afraid that you wouldn’t see him. And so curiosity almost took over. Till the night when Morpheus fell asleep in his human form next to you in his room in the Dreaming. On the other side, you couldn’t sleep because you were thinking of the night when you would be alone again. And so you made the wrong move.

You made a small light. You were sure it won’t make him. And you planned to look quickly and then to turn it off. He was handsome. He has got black hair, white skin and rose lips. And then he opened his eyes. You immediately understood what you have done, when you see surprise, disappointment and betrayal in his blue eyes.

«What have you done?” He said and disappeared immediately.

And you stare at the place where he was lying a minute ago in horror. What have you done? Where he go? You betrayed his trust. Why did you even do that? Where you can find him to ask fo his forgiveness? You didn’t know.

@shadowqueen1318 @mypsychoticlove @justathirstyhoe @ladymoztaza @sapphireonline @deniixlovezelda

#dream x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman fanfiction #the sandman

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salternateunreality2 · 4 months

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Genesis Rhatsodos Facts

compiled from conversations with @snowbanshee and @rottenpumpkin13

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Genesis Rhatsodos' World:

Angeal and Lazard are roommates, who together own a little zoo of critters.

Lazard's favorite handsome best princess is, of course, Sephiroth. Who is a wild cat/domestic cat hybrid that Lazard insists is "just a sweet Maine Coon". Lazard is delusional.

Lazard also owns Roche, who is a cockatiel who gets into chattering matches with Genesis Rhatsodos.

Angeal has Rhatsodos and puppy Zack, and puppy Zack brought home little baby chick Cloud one day and absolutely refuses to let anyone take him away, though Sephiroth constantly is trying to, and Angeal and Lazard just want to save the baby and return him to his mother.

Kunsel (Krowsel) is a very clever little tiny crow who wandered in one day and rides around on Zack's head and supports him in his Cloudnapping endeavors. He belongs to no one but himself.

Cloud grows up to be a full-blown menace the size of a large goose or small swan. They are unsure of his species because he's so fast and yellow and bright.

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Genesis Rhatsodos' Preferences and Habits:

He eats only the finest of floor cheeses.

Does he bite? He is Genesis Ratsodos, of course he bites. His teeth are the sharpest teeth in all of Mousegar. YES INCLUDING KITTYROTH'S.

Does he solve puzzles for snacks? He would NEVER...admit that. ONLY FOR ANGEAL. ANGEAL MAKES ANGELIC SNACKS.

Genesis Rhatsodos is Very Upset about everyone taking attention from him and gets into fights with Sephikitty often, but they secretly like to cuddle together when it gets cold.

Genesis Rhatsodos' favorite food is apple cheese.

He might just be the smallest in this AU, but don't say that to his face. Especially after Cloud goes through bird-puberty.

He wars with himself over his dignity and size in his fight with Kittyroth. Ultimately, Genesis nobly chooses to continue the fight, even though Cloud is a better warrior against the cat. However, he continues the fight atop Cloud's back, riding him like a mighty steed and stabbing Kittyroth with his sword when he can.

Speaking of his sword, it is named Ruby because it's a red sword-toothpick from a fancy tea party Angeal attended.

Genesis Rhatsodos is a hoarder, and keeps shiny and good things in his enclosure, like a booklet he pretends to read that is rat-sized.

Angeal saw how taken he was with human things and lined his enclosure with backdrops to mimic a house, and put rat-safe doll furniture throughout.

He has a "room" with a "fireplace" that's always painted to be going strong. He loves to curl up there and watch as the glittery paint catches the afternoon sun.

He constantly squeaks, and while Angeal can't understand him, he somehow knows in his heart that it's quotes from Loveless, Genesis Rhatsodos' favorite book/movie/anything.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #lazard deusericus #baby cloud strife #kunsel ff7 #roche ff7

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prxslzzzy · 2 years

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privilege of being yours.

part 2 of “not going anywhere mama…”

a/n: YOU GUYS I did NOT expect so much attention on my fic but a lot of you guys wanted a part 2…. SOO, you ask and you shall receive ;) there isn’t much to add to the storyline but I tried so I hope you enjoy! <3

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I sat in the backseat along side Elvis on our way to NBC studios for his Christmas special. Well, that’s what the Colonel thought it was going to be…performing in such a hideous sweater with no room to move to his hearts desire.

“pleaaaaasssseeee.” you begin to plea to your boyfriend. you wanted to desperately know his plans. “you know how much I hate being left in the dark.” you added looking directly into his enrapturing blue eyes.

those eyes looked straight back into yours lovingly.

“darlin, I want it to be a surprise.” he responded, grabbing a hold of your hands, leaning down slightly to your level.

you grumbled, pulling your hands away, look down at your lap.

“y/n.” he softly spoke, you wouldn’t budge.

“y/nnnnn.” he dragged your name and soft chuckle escaped his lips.

you tried to fight the smile but you couldn’t help it. he was moving his head so that he could look at your face.

you finally look up, “there’s my best girl.” he remarked, you felt your cheeks heat up and you chuckled softly.

“listen E.P… I’m going to find out eventually.. just tell me.” you attempt, but he declines.

“no mama, ‘already gave you a hint.” he teased. you slapped his arm playfully, his hand immediately going to his arm and he puts on a offended face.

“how dare you?” he remarks, sarcasm fully in his voice. you roll your eyes and he chuckles wrapping his arm around you. you lay your head on his shoulder and he turns his head and places a soft kiss to the top of your head, the smell of your shampoo filling his nose.

you sigh contently, “i’m rather excited.” you state.

“for?” he asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“the real Elvis.” you reply.

A smirk forms on his face as he responds, “you’re always bringing it out”.

you too, smile.

“how do you mean?” you question, leaning further into his touch.

“well,” he begins, “I always think about what this one beautiful lady told me before my show in Memphis… ‘bout listening to my heart above everything else.” he coons.

“I wonder who gave such amazing advice” you immediately respond looking up to his eyes.

your gaze meets his and he gently tilts your chin up and you two share a long kiss.

“advice from a very… very special woman.” Elvis states finally pulling away.

you cannot handle the butterflies in your stomach as you feel as if you’re physically melting in his hold.

You rushed through the crowd of backup dancers, and costume designers to reach the booth upstairs to meet Steve Binder.

he was directing this special for Elvis, and he had asked to meet Steve up there to watch.

as you entered, you are met with 2 directors, the Colonel and a group of professional looking men beside him.

Ignoring the Colonel, you walk to the familiar Steve. you had met him earlier in your life, as you just so happened to be high school friends with a member from the rolling stones.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed with a bright smile.

“Hey! How are you doing?”

“I’m alright, thanks, how are you? Elvis told me you’d be here.” he replies and you give a smile in return.

“I’m really great, thank you. And yea h-“ you were saying until you were interrupted.

“now what are you doing here ms.y/l/n?” the Colonel had finally spoken up. He tried to hide his hatred with a very obvious fake smile.

“Oh! Evening Colonel, didn’t see you there.” you easily lied acting as if you were surprised.

Steve shifted awkwardly in his chair. “Not a problem my dear, here to partake in the joy?” he returned the counterfeit.

You nodded, “let’s make some snow”. you added. it seemed as if he had actually believed you, as he looked genuinely intrigued.

You turned your attention back to Steve. “Merry Christmas.” you muttered with a wink.

He chuckled softly.

You watched as Elvis walked out with a black leather jacket and begin to preform his old songs. after being in the film industry for such a while it was nice to see him back to what makes him happy. The bonus was to see the Colonel’s face practically burst from such rage.

“Now I would like to dedicate this next song to the love of my life, my darlin y/n y/l/n.” Elvis announced and as the song “Can’t Help Falling in Love With You” begun, you couldn’t help but notice that he was constantly stealing glances to the box office where you were…

You smiled to yourself every time you had a millisecond of eye contact.

Now at the end of the 2-hour long concert you patted Steve’s back and made your way to Elvis’s dressing room.

What you weren’t expecting was being pulled into the side hallway by a very angry Colonel.

“What have you done?!” he exclaimed, spitting with anger.

“I beg your pardon” you reply in shock,

“Don’t play innocent on me young lady, he’s supposed to be doing a CHRISTMAS special, not sweating in a suit playing songs no one gives a damn for anymore !” Colonel yelled.

“Are you kidding me? It’s his own career. All he ever wanted was to sing the songs he felt happy preforming! You always take that away from him, changing him into something he isn’t. for gods sake, let the boy live and find another singer willing to do your Christmas special!” you argued back.

“Ever since you came into his life, you’ve messed everything up! How does he not see that you’re the reason for his failure. the down fall in his career was thanks to you. You’re NOTHING withou-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” Came a enraged husky voice that you knew all too well. Both you and the Colonel looked towards the source of the noise.

“Don’t you ever speak to her like that or I swear to god I’ll make your life so miserable you won’t even have the chance to see a slot machine again in your life. Now leave or I’m calling security.” Elvis yells directly at him, and you stand there watching this unfold.

He puts on the fakest smile and starts,

“Mr. Presle-“

“Now. We’ll speak later.” He replied.

As the Colonel had left with a grumble you observed Elvis.

His jaw clenched, fists tightened, chest heavy, and with a look that could kill.

But their little argument also gave you the unfortunate moment to think about what the Colonel had said.

Were you really the reason.. ? Were you such a burden?

Elvis quickly came to you, holding you so close you could break at any moment.

your head to his chest and one arm around you waist, and the other clutching your head softly.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” he replied. He pulled away.

you couldn’t help the sudden tear build up, he quickly cups your face, “Oh mama.. listen to me.” before he says more he makes sure you’re looking directly at him.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’m not love with you just for your stunning looks, nor breathtaking personality, but because you bring the best out of me. You make me so unbelievably happy darlin I could explode from the amount of joy you bring me.” He adds earning a laugh from you.

You sniffle, and he continues.

“But what I love about you more are your insecurities. I will never stop reminding you of your worth. How your smile could light up an entire room, no never mind that, a whole stadium mama. Nor how your kindness, courage, and bravery inspire me to be a better man. I could go on and on about how much of an angel you truly are darlin, but there isn’t enough time in the entire world for a task like that.” He finishes, pauses, then licks his lips and he digs in his pocket.

He chuckled nervously, “I guess what I’m saying is that nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. And I’ll care for it for as long as I live. So y/n y/l/n….” He then kneels making your eyes widen, and hands fly to your mouth. Is this actually happening right now?

“Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Elvis almost stutters.

“Of course! are you kidding?” You exclaim with pure excitement. You both laugh and he slips the ring perfectly on your finger.

He immediately engulfs you in a passionate kiss and you’re not even sure if your heart is beating at this point.

“I love you more than life itself Mrs.Presley.” Elvis cheekily remakes.

“I love you more than life itself too Mr.Presley.”

you respond with the biggest smile you feel your face start to hurt, and Elvis lifts you and spins you around, “come on mama, let’s show everyone who’s mine ya?” he asks dragging you out the hallway with another quick kiss.

the end!! :)

Im quickly on a 7 hour drive and my phone is at 5% BUTT I really hope you enjoyed!! Thanks for reading 💗

#elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #austin butler x reader #x you fluff #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis 2022 #austin butler #elvis presley

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