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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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Mini-HC: M6 + giving their familiars a bath

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 bathing their familiars

~ anon, you mad genius, I loved every moment of this ~

Julian: Malak can bathe himself, thank you very much. He does not need to be bathed, repeat, he does not need to be bathed! Julian meanwhile is losing his temper at his bird's uncooperativeness, refusing to be sanitized after landing on a carcass. Those have germs!

Asra: snakes looove baths. They like to go all out, putting a shallow tub of warm water in the sun, adding pet-safe glitter, and letting Faust soak like the fabulous lady she is for a bit. This has been known to result in Faust leaving glitter trails behind her for the next 24 hours

Nadia: She knows that Chandra can bathe herself, but she likes to pamper her bird. She'll offer a basin of rose water for the owl to splash itself in, and occasionally treat her talons to some moisturizer and polish. You've never met a cleaner, better-smelling bird

Muriel: Inanna is his companion, not his pet. That said, sometimes she gets into things she's not supposed to and then tries to climb onto his bed so he has to bathe her. He usually scrubs her with gentle soap in a small spring, only for her to sulk and shake suds all over him

Portia: cats and water don't mix. Pepi was never afraid of the water as a ship cat, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. Bath time happens twice a year, fills the cottage with angry yowls and tired scolding, and ends with a scratched up Portia and a pissed off feline

Lucio: surprisingly, Mercedes and Melchior don't need to be bathed that often as long as they're regularly brushed. They do enjoy all the attention and rubs they get when when it's time to be shampooed, but they also have a bad habit of rolling in the dirt immediately after

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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hey, hi, hello! 💜

it’s your new bestie, aka your feysand anon. once again you did an excellent job by my request. the part of the feysand x reader headcannon where reader goes to the hewn city for the first time was amazing, but since i got a taste of it, i’m wanting more. i would absolutely love a fic based off that. i just know that you would leave absolutely no crumbs. maybe have it ending in just little bit of smut at the end?

whatever you do with it will be amazing, like you. thank you & i hope you have an fabulous day!

Hewn City

Feysand x reader

A/n: AAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I hope you like it and I hope YOU have a fabulous day 💜 also u need to dm me so we can talk more about Feysand ☺️

Warnings: kier being a douchebag

Sitting in front of your vanity Feyre and Mor were putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup. This was your first visit to the Hewn City as Rhys and Feyre’s partner. You were nervous, but you knew nothing bad would happen to you.

You didn’t particularly want to meet Mor’s father, Kier. Rhys and Feyre told you what happened centuries ago. All you felt was rage toward the male that made your best friends life a living hell.

“All done!” Mor said in a sing-song voice. Feyre kisses your temple, “You look beautiful sweetheart.” Your blush was hidden by the pinkish glitter Mor had brushed on your cheeks moments ago.

You stood to give your outfit one more look over before heading downstairs. Mor winked at you through the full body mirror and left. Feyre came up behind you, snaking her hands in front of you to hold yours, resting her chin on your shoulder.

Your dress was a deep violet that it was almost black. The fabric shimmered with your movements. The high slits on both sides showing off your legs, the top only covering your breasts and wrapping around your neck. It was like you were the night sky Rhys ruled and Feyre shined in. Without you there is no them, they had said.

Your tattooed hand played with the fabric. You had a whole sleeve on your left arm to match their tattoos. Its dark swirls like theirs with stars to fill in the open spots.

A knock on the door has you and Feyre turning. Rhys had a bright smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with love for his favorite girls. “Wow. Just wow. You look stunning, both of you.” As he padded over to you two Rhys opened his arms and embraced you.

Pulling away he cupped your face looking down at you. “How are you feeling?” You swallow audibly. “Nervous. But I’ll be ok. You guys will be there, I know you’ll keep me safe.” Feyre placed a hand on your lower back, “Always, love.”

A little while later you were standing outside the throne room with them. Mor, Amren, Azriel, and Cassian already waiting on the dais. Your nerves acting up as you twisted at the silver rings on your fingers. Rhys stroked a finger down your spine to calm you, whispering in your mind, “What’s wrong love? Don’t be afraid to tell me.”

Keeping your eyes forward you respond, “I guess I’m just nervous about all of it. About the mask you and Fey will wear, the one I will wear.” “We’ll be in here the whole time reassuring you love. Don’t worry.” You nod at that, shaking out your arms and taking a deep breath.

The three of you walk past the kneeling crowd on to the dais. You stand between their thrones as the High Lord and Lady take their seats. Rhys gives you a wicked grin and motions for you to sit on his lap. Once your seated he scans his subjects, commanding them to rise.

Dinner started and Mor brought you all glasses of wine. You took a long swig to help with your lingering nerves. Feyre reached out her free hand to hold yours, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. You and Rhys smirked at each other and he began to kiss your neck.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you softly moaned at the feeling of his lips. “How are you feeling?” “Better now that your both touching me.” A feline smirk played on Feyre’s lips. “Tell us if you’re too uncomfortable. Az can take you home if you don’t want to stay.”

Opening your eyes you see Kier approaching the dais and tense up. Seeing the male in person you realized how pathetic he truly is. The three of you turn your attention to him. “It’s alright darling just stay calm, as you were before.” Rhys said softly. “He’s useless. Don’t let anything he says get to you. Bite back and keep your face bored.” Feyre adds.

As Kier aired his grievances to Rhys, he and Feyre continued their soothing touches. They knew they had to listen to Kier. But that didn’t stop them from looking bored or that he was an inconvenience. Once Kier had moved on to petty topics of things that would only benefit him Rhys cut him off and dismissed him.

Kier bowed but decided to show off his attitude loudly, giving Rhys a glare you should never give a High Lord if you wanted to keep your head. “One whore wasn’t so now you have one to share?” Half of the room fell silent at Kier’s comment.

You found Mor, Cassian, and Azriel close by. She was fuming and the Illyrians looked like they were about to attack Kier.

Rhys tapped your leg and you stood. Feyre stood too, pulling you into her, keeping a hand on the small of your back. It was clear the two were seeing red at Kier’s comment. You tried to take their advice and keep your face as bored as possible, but you couldn’t help but be a little hurt by his comment.

Rhys menacingly stepped toward Kier, coming toe-to-toe with him. Rhys towered over him, making Kier look even more pathetic than he already was. Kier tried to apologize quickly but Rhys held up a finger silencing him.

All you could do was watch. Rhys didn’t hurt Kier physically or verbally. No, you and Feyre could tell he delved into Kier’s mind and was mentally messing with him. When Rhys was finished punishing him, Kier’s eyes were wide. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his skin was a sickly pale shade. “You are dismissed for the rest of the evening.”

Kier walked off, heading toward the door that leads to his living quarters. The party resumed once the door was shut. The three of you went back to the thrones. You went back to your spot on Rhys’ lap, smiling at the two of them. “Are you ok?” Feyre asked. You nod and rest your head on Rhys’ shoulder and nip at his neck.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #feysand #feysand x reader #rhysand x reader imagine #rhysand x reader #rhysand x you #rhysand acotar #feyre x you #high lady feyre #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #feyre x reader

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agoodfictitle-shadowban · 6 months

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From Vormir, With Love - Part 7

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Tags: strangers to lovers, love in space angst on earth, slavery mention, alien abduction, post Endgame, survivor guilt, suicide ideations, will add as we go on

Summary: As you're being chased you crash on Vormir. So far, so bad. But things take a turn when you come face to face with a marooned Black Widow.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a short chapter but it's worth it

After the short conversation you had with Natasha, it feels insensitive to bring up how you felt to her. You don't want to put her in a position where she ever thinks she could lose your newfound bond. So you just suck it up. You welcome every small touch and every gesture, the simple hand at the small of your back to the cuddles in bed as you are falling asleep. It's both your personal hell and heaven wrapped into one. It leaves you feeling confused, but happy with the proximity you share. And that is of course until the barbecue comes.

That week-end is luckily a beautiful one; you can wear anything from a summer dress to a simple short and t-shirt. As you're dressing, you realize Natasha is coming as your date. Of course you already knew, but now that it's D Day, it's really hitting you and you start to panic slightly. All your questions without answers come back to you. Why did she offer when there was no need for a date, what did she mean by it, is she truly your date, what does it mean for your relationship? The questions swirl around until you're sitting at the edge of the bed you've been using, a panic attack ready to swallow you at any time. But before it can hit, someone is knocking at your door and not waiting for an answer to come in. There, standing in front of you, is Tim, in all his feline grace, looking fabulous in his relaxed outfit, but also about to shatter into pieces. You're immediately alert to his state and put aside what you're going through.

"I can't go to your… bar-beuh-queue. I can't."

"Wait, what? Why not. You seemed really excited at the prospect of free meat." You pat the spot next to you so he would sit down instead of pacing around. He immediately sits and the bed cracks slightly under him.

"And I was but you also said there were going to be many humans."

"Yes? But you've been fine here so far."

"It's not the same!" He roars at you and you frown. He sheepishly looks at his paws. "Sorry."

You shake your head. "You'll be fine. If anything they'll love you. Believe me. Plus you won't be alone there, and you can hide in my childhood bedroom." It couldn't be worse than when you came out anyway. Good thing your relationship with your parents had had time to heal before you got abducted.

"You promise?"

You nod.

"I promise."

"Thank you."

"Oh, I should thank you. I was having my own meltdown before you arrived." You laugh it off, but his curious glance has you sighing before you explain. "I'm just not sure where I stand with Natasha."

"Next to each other?" He asks, not really understanding your doubts. He makes it sound so easy. "You're mate, yes?"

"I… don't really know. We haven't discussed that."

"No discussion necessary. I can smell it. Your scents intertwined."

This makes you smile. Not only does he make it sound easy, he also makes it sound true. Somehow it appeases you for when you'll have that discussion with Natasha.

"Not how it works with humans, but I'll keep that in mind. Now come on. It's time to go."

He nods, and the bed creaks even when you stand up now.

You're finally ready to face the day.

It takes two cars to bring everyone to your parents' place, and a good five seconds for your mother to realize she invited aliens into her house.

"You should have told me!" She whispers to you frantically. "I would have researched what they eat and made it!"

"First, that's sweet, second, do you think there is a website out there with aliens recipes?" You ask, on the verge of laughing uncontrollably.

"There isn't?!"

"I doubt it."

And from there, she makes it a goal to get recipes from your new friends.

"Your mom seems very special," comments a deeply amused Natasha while you show her the way to the garden with everyone else. "Not as terrifying as you painted her."

"That's because she doesn't know you came as my date yet," you smile teasingly, your heart ready to burst when you say it out loud. Not that you have the time to explore the meaning of it all as you enter the garden where half your family awaits all of you. The event quickly takes over you and you go socialize with everyone, people you haven't seen in the past five years, some still looking the same and some looking older. The barbecue quickly turns into a celebration of all the people who came back, and you get a few drinks pushed into your hands without needing to ask for them. Before you know it, your head is light with happiness and alcohol, and you're sitting next to Natasha having the time of your life, your hand lazily dropped around her shoulders. She's clearly comfortable with the contact, even leaning into it as you talk with one of your now almost adult cousins about your adventures in space.

"I need to go to the restroom, I'll be right back," she whispers in your ear at some point and you nod, eyes on her as she leaves.

"You're super lucky!" Your cousin exclaims, and you look back at them with a tilt of the head in questioning. "She's a superhero, so I never imagined she'd date anyone but she seems super sweet."

You blink once, twice, and it finally dawns on you. Your cousin thinks Natasha is your girlfriend. "Oh, you think that… I mean. We're not– she's not–" you fumble and your cousin gets the message.

"Are you sure?" They ask, confused.

"I mean, she came here as my date but it doesn't mean, you know."

Your cousin stares blankly at you. "Dude. Does she know? Do you know? Because you were acting really close."

Your cousin was on your case now too? You thought only June noticed your infatuation but apparently anyone in the vicinity could see it if even your cousin did. You decide to extract yourself from the situation and stand up.

"You know what, she's taking really long so I'm just gonna go check on her."

"Sure buddy," your cousin chuckles with no respect.

You quickly make your way towards the house and once inside, you take a deep breath. That sure was a callout. You decide to forget about it and focus on what you came to do, looking for Natasha. You go to the first floor bathroom and knock on the door, only for it to open on your surprised uncle.

"It's free, but I would wait if I were you," he tells you before he leaves. You wrinkle your nose. Ew.

You take a few steps back and wonder where Natasha could be. She probably went to look for another bathroom, which would be upstairs. When you arrive on the second floor, you quickly notice that the door to your bedroom is open. You frown, before you approach the room when you see a shadow moving inside.

On your guard, you take a peek before you enter the room, only to breathe a sigh of relief. A very short one when you realize that Natasha is in your childhood bedroom. You push the door slightly more to finally enter the room.

"Unless I'm sorely mistaken, this isn't a restroom," you point out with derision. She rolls her eyes and smirks, focusing on you instead of the photographs on the wall.

"It isn't, but my instincts kept telling me I might find some treasure here." She grabs one of the photos and shows it to you. "And I was right!"

It's an old picture of when you were a kid wearing a mismatched outfit with some old friend. You groan and try to snatch the picture out of her fingers, with no success. Between the alcohol and Natasha being a super spy, you stand no chance. Still, you're not giving up. You corner Natasha against your bed, and before you know it, you both fall over on top of it. On top of her.

Your first reflex is to apologize, but the words stay stuck in your throat when you notice how close to her face yours is. Your eyes are focused on hers, the blue entrancing you, until her breath on your lips brings another reality to you.

"I– huh– I'm sorry," you vaguely manage before you feel her hand caress your arm up to the nap of your neck.

"Why don't you show me exactly how sorry you are?" She proposes in a sultry voice and your heart stops, your breathing suddenly hard, and harder even when her other hand navigates between the both of you to find your belly.

Your brain completely stops and leaves you only with your screaming instincts, and her command. So you finally do something you wanted to do for a long, long time, and lean closer until your lips connect. As it happens, it feels like a wave of relief courses through you, like the last five years were worth it to be able to kiss Natasha, and more importantly, have her kiss you back.

The hand on your neck grip grows stronger as your kiss gets more passionate. You tilt your head further when you feel her tongue pass over your lips in demand and give her access without an ounce of hesitation. It feels good when your tongues meet in your mouth in a precise dance that leads you to moan, and again when her other hand caresses the back of your thigh, up to your ass. She gives it a squeeze that makes you melt. Something she takes advantage of. With a simple twist of her hips, she exchanges your positions so she can be on top of you. You look up at her in awe at her beauty, at the cascading red and blonde hair, at her bright eyes and swollen lips.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she states as she admires you too - you can see it in the way her eyes seem to caress your skin, trace your features, and get lost in your eyes.

"Me too," you admit with no shame whatsoever, her lips growing in a gorgeous smile. You lean up to give her a quick kiss. "But we need to go back, before they send someone to find us."

She gives you a quick kiss in turn, one that makes you long for more, but you restrain yourself while she stands up. You sit up in turn and adjust your clothes quickly so no one can suspect what just happened. As you do so, you notice Natasha stopped in her tracks to check her phone and concern is plastered on her face. She turns to you.

"We need to go."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha #fvwl #natasha imagine #idk how to tag

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chromium-siren · 10 months

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The Principal’s Companion

Inspired by that adorable drawing @gwenslucifer made for me, thank you!

Larissa considered herself a cat person- although she liked dogs as well, she preferred a feline companion. Along with that- it seemed a bit lonely in her office during times that she wouldn’t be around campus. She just wasn’t sure how she’d be able to make that happen- although she knew that there were all sorts of feral animals that hung around Nevermore, this hypothetical cat would probably stay in her office. So, after doing research, she went into town to the animal shelter to find a companion of her own. Throughout the drive from Nevermore to Jericho, she was eager about it, and her anticipation grew as she got closer. At last, she made it to the Jericho Animal Home and walked in.

Her appearance caught the staff by surprise- not just because of her height and her fabulous vintage fashion, but because of the fact that she came from Nevermore Academy. But nonetheless, she floated into the building, closing the door behind her.

“Where are the cats?” she asked, putting her gloves in her purse and taking off her scarf.

“Right this way,” a volunteer stammered, and lead her past an open playroom filled with dogs and puppies. She entered another space, but it was obvious that it was a playroom for cats. The scent of catnip tickled her nose as she watched kittens and adult cats scampering around happily, collars jingling merrily as they played. Larissa couldn’t help but smile as she watched the cats enjoying themselves, and even got in on the fun by playing with a calico kitten. She gently dangled a feather wand over the cat’s head, and laughed as she batted her tiny paws at the feather. A handsome gray tom rubbed against her legs and purred, while she pet a Maine Coon that seemed more like a lion than a cat! But then, something caught her eye.

Resting on the top of a cat tree sat a beautiful white cat whose fur had some subtle touches of gray. As Larissa made her way towards the tree, the cat opened an eye and trilled at her.

“That’s Ghost, she’s been at the shelter for quite some time,” the volunteer explained, telling Larissa about the cat’s situation. Needless to say, Ghost was considered an outcast- which touched Larissa’s heart. She reached a hand out to the cat and gently pet them. Ghost found that she liked the sensation and she leaned into the touch, purring happily as Larissa pet her.

“You’re coming home with me, Madame,” Larissa whispered to the cat, who seemed to purr louder. After filling out the paperwork, paying fees, and buying supplies, Larissa Weems was now the proud companion of a cat. On the drive back, Ghost sat in the front seat with her, letting out the occasional meow from her crate.

“Let’s see… I know Ghost is a good name for a white cat; but I think you deserve a nicer name. Let me think… Pearl. Yes- your name will be Pearl!” she said triumphantly. Pearl meowed happily as they continued down the road back to Nevermore.

Larissa opened Pearl’s crate and let the cat explore the office, laughing when the cat perched herself on Larissa’s desk and meowed like she had just scaled Mount Everest. She picked up the cat and showed her the view from the office- Nevermore sprawled out below them as the cat glanced at the students below. Pearl continued her expedition of the office, looking through every nook and cranny she could fit her whiskers into before finally settling on Larissa’s desk chair for a nap.

Pearl joined Larissa for the occasional campus stroll here and there, her harness and lead in Nevermore’s school colors. Students would come to the office to pet the cat and offered to walk her, which always made her smile. While Larissa danced ballet, Pearl would weave in between her legs and Larissa would take care to avoid stepping on her with her pointe shoes. But most of all, Pearl loved to just be with her human friend, snuggled on her lap and purring away as Larissa would sit by the fireplace. And Larissa felt the same way- she adored her feline companion, who made a place for herself not just at Nevermore and Larissa’s home, but in her heart.

#my writing #give larissa a cat #larissa weems #gwendoline christie

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i-post-your-cats · 29 days

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This is my cat Peppermint. He is very fluffy and photogenic (as you can see) but he is also dumb and refuses to stop moving so it's hard to get pictures. I was very lucky to get these ones.

Peppermint looks very similar to my own cat, Flynn!! I think that alone deserves a 100/100. He IS quite photogenic, and very handsome too.

#cat posted #fabulous feline #pretty peppermint #fluffy fluffer

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amatesura · 1 year

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Walter Chandoha, Onlookers at Fabulous Felines Pet Store, New York City, 1961

#walter chandoha #cats #photography #new york #60's #1960's #*

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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Can I request any/several lackadaisy characters of your choosing reacting to a gn reader who is related to Atlas May (maybe he was their uncle) and what they would think if the reader had similar characteristics and/or mannerisms to him?

I initially intended to cross this over with this anon and then completely forgot, so take this as the semi-official prequel. (Note: since we know little to nothing about Atlas, don’t take his mannerisms here as canon. I’m going off what little bits and bobs we have.)

Y/N’s heart was pounding in their ears. Atlas hummed in amusement as they wrung their paws together. He put his paw over theirs and patted them soothingly.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered to them. “They’ll like you.”

“They’re gangsters,” Y/N hissed through their teeth. “They don’t like anybody!”

“Only two of them are, and those two are out running errands tonight. If you freak out, they’ll freak out. Keep calm, make conversation and if you have to have a row with someone then take it outside.”

The last part made Y/N snicker, their hackles finally soothing. Atlas chuckled a little himself and looked out the car window again. “Would you look at that. We’re here.”

Y/N pricked their ears and looked out the window themself as the car slowed to a stop. A cluster of giggling young queens slipped through the door of a building marked the Little Daisy Cafe. Y/N shot their older brother an unsure look. “You sure this is the right place?”

“You’ll see.” Atlas gave the driver a few bills and opened the car door. “Come on now.”

Y/N and Atlas slipped out of the car and through the door of the café. It was a small and homey place, the smell of baked goods still lingering in the air. Atlas left Y/N to take it all in as he went to a shelf holding some candy.

A click and grinding noise jolted Y/N out of their sniffing and they rushed over to Atlas. The shelf he was at smoothly gave way like a door. The older tomcat gestured his sibling through and pulled the makeshift door closed behind them.

“Stay close to me,” he said as they went down a few steps to a confusing network of caves. “It’s easy to get lost down here. Trust me, I know.”

The smell of the caves wasn’t nearly as appealing as the café. Thankfully, Atlas has been walking to and from his little speakeasy for several months now, so the smell got better the closer they got to the area tapping booze like water.

A chubby black-and-white cat with an adorable face straightened up as soon as the two arrived to some fancy-looking doors. “Mr. May!”

“Horatio.” Atlas nodded to him. “This is my younger sibling, Y/N. May you please open the door for us?”

“Y-Yes yes of course!”

Horatio pushed the door open and held it with his paw. Atlas walked by and fondly patted his shoulder, Y/N gave the nervous cat a smile. They liked him immediately.

The inside of the speakeasy was bustling with activity. Cats of almost all ages were dancing by the stage, flirting with each other at the bar or passing out on the abundance of tables scattered around. A willowy full-figured feline caught Atlas’ eye and Y/N watched his light up. ‘Ah, this must be Mitzi.’

Mitzi made her way over casually, greeting Atlas with a chirp and a purr. Atlas kissed her cheek and gestured to Y/N, putting one arm around her waist.

YN took the hint. “Hello, I’m Y/N. You must be the fabulous Mitzi I keep hearing about.”

“A pleasure,” Mitzi purred, holding out her paw. "My, you sound so much like your brother. A young double of him, perhaps."

Y/N shook her paw and was surprised at how strong her grip was. She was such a flighty-looking feline, yet her hold was as strong as Atlas's.

Mitzi smirked at them before standing on the tips of her toes to whisper into her partner’s ear. Y/N’s smile grew forced as they watched her. Something about how she moved felt…off. Calculated. Like she planned every step before she took action.

They both liked her and didn’t. What an odd cat.

“Hiya!”

A cheery voice coming from behind Y/N made them flinch and turn around quickly. A light-furred flapper girl stood gazing at them quizzically. A light soon turned on in those amber eyes. “Oh! You’re Y/N!”

Y/N blinked. “Ivy?”

Ivy nodded and bounced on her heels. Y/N was dumbfounded. “Aren’t you too young to be in here?”

“There’s no stopping her from getting what she wants,” Atlas spoke up from behind the two with a low chuckle.

“I’ll take them from here, Mr. May!” Ivy chriped as she grabbed onto Y/N’s arm. “You and Miss M go have fun!”

Y/N stumbled over their feet as the young queen dragged them through the crowd. “Rocky and everyone else is already here,” she spoke excitedly. “I can’t wait for you to meet them all!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. Soon Y/N couldn’t, either. This was going to be one interesting night.

Horatio looked up from his perch by the doorway. His ears pricked when he saw Y/N coming down. “Good evening, Mx. May!”

They nodded to him. He propped the door open for them and they gave him a thankful smile.

“Uh oh!” A bandmember called from the bar as Y/N walked in. “Here comes trouble!”

“Shut it, JJ,” the lanky leader of the band snapped.

Y/N shook their head with a snicker. Another band member’s head snapped up, then their ears drooped.

“I-I’m sorry,” the member stammered. “It’s just that…”

“I know,” Y/N said with a saddened smile.

“I sound like a younger version of him.”

#🖋 mod ille #Oneshot on the Rocks #Atlas May #Lackadaisy #lackadaisy & reader #lackadaisy reader insert

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iiep-wop · 2 months

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Another Wall E AU Lore Drop!!

Cat and Kryten edition

C.A.T

Cat is a rogue mechanoid somewhat based off of PR-T from the film

His full name is Cosmetics And Textiles, but he shortens it to Cat instead

His job initially was to be a stylist on board the ship, helping the crew look good like PR-T did, something was 'off' in his coding though, and so he chooses not to do his job, instead making himself look fabulous all the time instead

He was the prototype, but because he went rogue and the creators couldn't find the code's problem, he was the only one like him that was made.

This means that there are robots like PR-T as well, very un human though, look like the ones from the film

When he was designed, the creators thought it was funny that his name looked like the word cat so they decided to give him more feline-esque features like the tail, ears and fangs

Technically his feet look a bit like cat paws for the same reason as above

He also has sharp fingers on one hand, like claws, useful for cutting material when designing

He is a more realistic looking mechanoid as the creators felt that as he was more 'out in the open', people would prefer a more smooth look than the regular mechanoid face

One thing that does help more realistic mechanoids stand out from the humans is the angular nose and metal joints across the body such as on hands, knees, elbows and feet

He usally hangs around the repair bay and the textile storage decks

Kryten

Kryten sort of takes on the role of MO from the film, a cleaning robot who follows Wall E around trying to clean up after him

On the ship, there are lots of MO's with various names, Kryten just happens to be the one that gets introduced

MO stands for Microbe Obliterator (not even an acronym I made up that is literally what it stands for in the film)

As he is a cleaning mechanoid, his appearance is more low quality than Cat's as the creators felt it wasn't necessary to spend too much resources making cleaning mechanoids look as aesthetically pleasing

Kryten was assigned to Rimmer on board the ship as a caretaker of sorts to keep Rimmer out of the way of the 'actual workers'

He occasionally has a bit of a breakdown where he physically can't stop cleaning everything and everyone he came across to the point of breaking or very bad harm so he has to be taken to the repair bay to get fixed regularly

The crew of the ship are worried that he might have a similar break down again so another reason for being paired with Rimmer is so that if he starts breaking again the only real casualty might be Rimmer

The two sort of look after each other in a way, Kryten keeps Rimmer out of the way and stops him from getting yelled at by the other crew members and Rimmer begrudginly makes sure that Kryten gets to the repair bay safely when he is malfunctioning

Despite this break downs, he still struggles to comprehend the idea of 'breaking his code' as he doesn't even remember when it happens

Not sure how I feel about Kryten's design tbh so he might get a redesign, it all depends really

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