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ilylovelyz · 10 months

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haikyuu as dog/cat breeds (prt 1.)

includes karasuno n nekoma - just a little fun im an animal lover so y not - prt 2.

karasuno.

starting off strong, we have daichi as a rottweiler. they are strong, loyal and protective. i can totally see him as a dog being extremely protective of his owners, especially towards little kids, running around and chasing after them when they wander off too far. i know that this might seem too extreme for him, but this just totally gives "daichi" vibes 😭

sugawara - i see this guy being a "normal" grey tabby. "normal" being in quotation marks because he can seem like a normal cat at first until you feed him a second too late and then he's using your leg as a personal cat tree. is really sweet to your guests, but just seems to love to fuck with you for no specific reason.

asahi - i can totally see him being both a cat and a dog, it's really hard to choose. i see him being an always stressed great dane for some reason. is like twice your weight but will whine if you dont let him lay on you. absolutely afraid of fireworks, but not afraid enough of the mailman.

tanaka - a doberman. an oddly attractive one too? have u seen that one meme where it's like a doberman (or at least i think it was) and its captioned something like "why is bro so handsome?" yeah that 😭 his coat is rlly silky and he's always trying to fight with other dogs that come too close to his owner. he MUST come along with you for roadtrips and MUST stick his head out the window.

nishinoya - i know this might seem really unfitting, but i see him being a cat 😭 a calico cat too, one thats always wanting to play and always hyper. he'll literally drag his toy to you when he wants to play. very vocal, meows like hes dying when he's hungry. always eating too? he never has enough. loves cuddling with you but his sharp claws always stab you when he decides to specifically knead on your face.

tsukishima - a total cat, a total asshole. hes pretty much an orange cat, one that likes to jump on you while ur sleeping and bites you when he's decided that you're breathing too late loud. extremely long and enjoys it when you pick him up by the arms and stretches him tho

yamaguchi - a beagle, they are extremely forgiving and loyal. maybe thinks ur his actual mom and has severe separation anxiety. hides from guests at first until they stick around long enough. absolutely sweet with kids and licks your face until it's covered with slobber.

kageyama - a simple black labrador. his coat is oddly sleek, more silky than ur hair for some reason 😭 seems serious at first until he's barking at any car that passes by and runs head first into your glass sliding door. loves to play ball and chases it so fast he's practically sliding on whatever he's running on. not the brightest dog, his ears are always inside out.

hinata - a shiba inu. ik its so stereotypical but i just imagine him being a shiba inu with such a contagious dog smile 😭 is absolutely loud and ruptures ur eardrums at night howling with the other dogs nearby. definitely wont be able to save you against a burglary because he's already flopping onto his back for stomach pats whenever he sees a stranger.

nekoma.

kuroo - a dutch shepherd. i know that their highschool and team is represented by cats, but i can see some of them as dogs too. and in this case, i see kuroo being a dog just as easily as i see him being a black cat. but anyways, he's incredibly smart? he talks back to you for some reason 🙄😒 steals your shoes on purpose and doesnt give them back until you give him treats. you think he's an actual telepath due to how smart he is. definitely tilts his head at you when ur scolding him so you feel bad.

kenma - obviously he's a calico cat, it's canon. he's very sweet, but not very cuddly. he'll cuddle with you at the most random times and it's always the worst times too. he likes to sleep on your gaming chair which is annoying because he wont get off until you literally lift the chair upside down 😭 and even then he's still clinging on. he sleep's majority of the time and is too lazy to play. not very fond of other people tho and he wont come out from his hiding place until you bribe him with treats.

yamamoto - i cant decide whether he'd be a pitbull or bullmastiff. either way hes really chaotic and dumb. loves to wrestle with other dogs and will drag you in a game of tug of war. barks at anything and everything and theres never a moment of silence with him. was absolutely adorable as a puppy tho, very hostile to strangers.

yaku - i see him being a japanese bobtail and he's either borderline adorable or insane. absolutely loyal and loving to you but really mean to other cats that get too close to you. tries to act sweet in front of you but absolutely a monster to anyone else. other than that, he's a pretty normal cat. can get a little too aggressive when playing tho.

lev - OBVIOUSLY A RUSSIAN BLUE. absolutely gorgeous and stunning, he's won a few cat competitions . he's really sweet, maybe sweeter than he is smart 😅 really long and kinda heavy. somehow photogenic and likes sitting on your vanity looking through the window while you do your makeup. will sit at the bathroom sink while you do your sinkcare and thinks you're doing it on him too. hes a really pretty cat, did i say that already?

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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Kanene’s note: Heya! It’s me, Mario!!! dfghjkrgthjk jk jk. Okay, that idea hit me in the middle of the night and I think it’s very cute!! So have a bit of tickles and fluff and teases today!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Switch!Yamada with Switch!Aizawa. They’re in a romantic relationship. Around 2.200 words.

* The Ler!Aizawa part was inspired by these tickle-headcanons! They’re absolutely amazing!!!!

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Consume some of your comfort content! Fanfic, series, movies... anything that makes u happy! Drink water, sleep, eat and love! Today is another day and I’m proud that we’re both still here.

[~*~]

Yamada woke up to complete darkness.

Which wasn't such a rare occurrence. With both his and his husband’s tendencies of having migraines their room was often bathed in a total lack of light, and that, together with the fact of Aizawa being an incorrigible cuddle bug who soaked his ‘daily dose of morning snuggles’ – as Hizashi loved to call them and loved even more the other’s blushed face and deadly glare directed at him every time he dared to say such thing - was enough for him to find no surprise at all in feeling the pressure of Aizawa basically using him as his own personal bed.

“Morning, babe.” He maneuvered himself to gently kick Shouta’s legs off him, which resulted in the immediate locking of arms on the blonde’s waist, Shouta mumbling whatevers as he nuzzles his chest, making Yamada giggles quietly. He began to comb Aizawa’s hair with his fingers, both out of adoration with how much adorable his husband could be and to take it from his own face so he would be able to see what time it was.

Eight in the morning. Yep. Time to start getting ready for their meeting with Nedzu and his usual Saturday patrol. He would also need some time in between those to call the Radio’s station and see if everything was ok with today’s interviewed, get a couple more of songs to play tonight and make sure to come back at two in the afternoon so he and Eri could have some quality time as Shouta slept a bit to not pass out on his night patrol.

OK. That sounds like a plan! Time to begin the day with a proper breakfast since both were equally horrible in keeping a healthy routine and he would probably forget to eat lunch since Eri wouldn’t be there with him serving as an adorable, lovely reminder that humans have basic needs in order to be alive.

He tried to move, receiving an annoyed growl as an answer, the arms squeezing a bit firmer. Hizashi snorted.

“Sho, I need to make breakfast and wake up Eri, okay?” He kissed the top of his head and traced an imaginary flower on his cheek, voice soft, feeling the other melt on him, humming happily. “You can sleep a few minutes more.”

“No. Warm.”

“I will bring you our cats, you can show your undying love to them, then.” Hizashi tried to pry the other’s grip from him, unsuccessfully. “Come on, let me go. We have a meeting to attend with Nedzu today, remember?”

“Fuck ‘im.”

Hizashi controlled himself to not bark a laughter, fingers itching to get his phone and amplify his blackmail treasures. “Shh, he will hear you.”

“’don’t wanna cats,” Aizawa’s tune was slurred and he deposited a tired kiss on his bare shoulder, “I wan’ you.”

And damn if that didn’t turn his weak heart in a happy gooey puddle, his smile going from one ear to another and his resolve to be a responsible adult and get out of the bed was almost burned to total inexistence.

Key word: Almost.

Especially when the raven haired adult sighs contently, his breath lightly tickling his neck and leading to a quite evil idea to gain form and color on his mind. His smile got wider, eviller.

“Okay, babe.” Yamada’s hands rested on the other’s sides, going up, fingers smoothly running across his ribs, his nails barely grazing the skin as they went slowly back and forth, back and forth. A soft ‘tsk’ flew on the air as the smaller began to squirm. “Let’s have some fun then, shall we?”

His index fingers stopped their dance to focus on his lowest rib, circling that sweet spot in the middle of it while the other fingers concentrated in clawing the horribly sensitive skin around it, staying firm on their task even when Aizawa jumped with the ticklish jolts that hit him.

“H-hi-hizasshhhi.” His tone was low, warning. His brain still trying to wake up enough while his body wobbly fought to escape from the sensations, his struggles increasing specifically when his husband adjusted him so he would be laying on his back on the top of him, arms criss crossed on his chest.

“Oh, is someone finally waking up? ~” Aizawa scrunched, Yamada’s breath hitting his ears. However, his attempts proved themselves futile as the other took as his duty to nibble, huff and puff on the ticklish spot, going from one ear to another with ease, finally breaking his husband’s barriers and being rewarded by a low, fast giggly fit. “I wonder what I did to deserve that my incredible, handsome decided to bless my morning with his sunny presence today!”

“Hizashi, I am going to k-ILL” His snickers suddenly raised an octave as the blonde gave a quick squeeze on his hips that made his waist jerk instinctively.

“Now, now, is that way to greet the love of your life?” Hizashi whined. “Stop laughing, Sho! I’m trying to hold a serious conversation here but something tells me you’re distracted.” Yamada kept lazily poking him, slow enough to leave him breathing properly, but quick enough to tear snorts and chuckles from his firmly pressed lips.

“D-d-don’t.” His face was in flames as a barely muffled squeak fell from his mouth as Hizashi gave a quick nip right behind his left ear, letting out an adoring ‘Awww. Isn’t he adorableee?~’ in the process.

“I am- I am going to get you back for that! You know I will!”

“So grumpy, so cutee. ~”

He tried to turn in order to give his beloved a deadly glare which usually made his students and villains fear for their lives, his eyes only barely catching his husband’s bright smile before his breath was stole when his partner resolved to attack, unmerciful squeezes mixed with a couple of thumbs digging energetically on his hips, kneading, tickling.

His laughter filled the room.

“HIZASHI!!” He kicked and trashed, but in vain.

“What is it, babe?” The other started to switch between his tickle spots, knowing he couldn’t take it too long or they would be late. “Wow! I didn’t know you could be so alive in the mornings, love!! Have you been hiding that from your awesome husband all along?” Nails scratching on his armpits, fingers prodding his ribs, wriggling on his waistline, drumming on his belly. “All that beautiful laughter? All that wonderful snorts? And giggles? And squeals? Now, I am wounded, Sho! I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other!”

When nothing except laughter and squirming answered him, he decided to stop, deciding the few minutes of fun were already enough adrenaline to maintain Shouta conscious enough until he prepared his coffee. He quickly laid the other on the mattress, resting some kisses on his face as his husband got his breath back.

“You-” He gasped, hiding his smile behind his hand. “You better run.”

In a second Hizashi was out of their bed, “OkayloveyousomuchbabeI’mgoingtowakeEriupdon’tkillmeIloveyousosomuchbye.”

And run he did.

[~*~]

Shouta dumped his capture weapon on the couch, immediately seeing three blurs of fur dashing from his peripheral vision directly to the object, meowing and getting tangled as they fiercely ‘fought’ with it. Shouta knew that this being his weapon and therefore an important part of his work, he shouldn’t let his cats play with it. However, as he petted two fluffy heads that popped from the cloth and the exhaustion started to totally take over his body and actions, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had some spare scarves somewhere, he was sure.

“Dumb cats.” He fondly remarked, scratching their newest kitten under her chin before adventuring to his room, stopping only to check on Eri and relax as he found her calmly sleeping on her bed. Good.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed the light coming from under his bedroom, sighing and putting his eyedrops, already aware of the other fight he would have to face.

“Hizashi,” it’s his greeting. The blonde hums, glare still clued on the screen in front of him, head resting on one of his hands, “it’s three in the morning and we have classes tomorrow. Turn that thing off.”

“Hypocrisy, hypocrisy.” Yamada sings, hand rocking in the beat of his imaginary melody, the tiredness dripping from his words. Yet he took off his headphones, turning on his direction with alert eyes. “Are you hurt?”

“Nah, slow night.”

“Good.” Hizashi smiled. A small, true smile that spread a warm feeling across his chest and only made his resolute to protect his husband from every bad thing in the world grew stronger, even if the ‘bad thing’ which threatened him right now was his horrible sleep schedule. “We saved some dango for you. It’s on the fridge.”

Aizawa nodded, watching him turn back to his computer. “I’m going to grade 1-A tests when I am back.” And that perked the other’s attention, since both had the habit of grading tests together in order to get some quality time on their incredibly busy lives.

That is why the taller was sitting on the bed with a pack of papers in his hands when Shouta came back, falling on the mattress face first, relaxing on the soft fabric. But, he couldn’t concentrate on that feeling now, turning to his left and trapping Yamada with his arms around his sides, legs entangling.

“Sleep.” He clued his face on the other’s stomach, his voice vibrating across the skin and gathering a mix of snort and squeal, probably because of the ticklish sensation.

Oh. Ticklish.

“Babe, I really can’t right now. There are those videos I asked for my students to do and I really need to analyze and give them the results before the weekend.” Aizawa scolded his expression so his devil smirk wouldn’t be noticed by Hizashi, instead he looked up, locking their eyes, his features inexpressive as ever.

Hizashi bit his lower lip.

He frowned, intense glares.

“Okay, okay! You know I am weak for those kitten eyes, your cheater.” The blonde pouted and pointedly ignored the smug shining on his partner’s face. “But this is only a break, ok? Just some cuddles and then I’m going to finish my work.”

Aizawa hummed, not quite agreeing, not disagreeing. Yamada laid down and chuckled as the raven haired adult quickly hid his face on his neck, a hand absently running on his back and melting his strict pose.

“Cuddlebug.”

A yelp escaped from his lips as Aizawa used a thumb to prod the so, so sensitive skin between his shoulder blades. The morning events from yesterday fell on him as a bucket of cold water, sending shivers down on his spine, essentially when Yamada tried to wiggle away, finding his form very well secured on his love’s arms.

“Shouta, no.” Shouta hummed, his voice vibrating on the sweet spot that was his neck, his stubble helping in nothing the giggles which already began to bubble on his throat. “Shouta, please, my love, light of my life,” he could almost feel the other’s wicked grin grow, the hand tensing behind him, “no, no, no! I can’t! You know I can’t! Shouta, I-”

And with no warning a loud shriek - which didn’t break their windows due how fast Aizawa activated his own quirk - dashed from his mouth, laughter blooming as a mix of pokes, scratches and kneading along the whole extent of his upper back, even giving some special attention to his ribs and spine, kept him in stitches.

His back arched at the tickly tickles, sending him directly to the unbearable nuzzles of his husband, the main reason for so many squeaks and squeals make themselves present on his uncontrollable laughter.

“Tsk, tsk. One would think that such a known pro-hero would be able to put up with a better fight.” Nuzzle. Scribble. Unintelligible pleas of mercy. Raspberry. “Always so easy to read…You could at least try to pretend you aren’t loving every. Second. Of. It.”

“Shouta! Nono! Shuhuhut up! Shut up!”

“It’s not my fault you were always so defenseless to teases. What about we train you to endure them?”

Hizashi shook his head, laughing and shrieking too much to gather a real answer.

And, as sudden the attack came, it was gone. The hand went up to gently massage his scalp, tearing a relaxed sigh from Yamada as he fought to get his breath back, high-pitched giggles still tripping from his lips since the light tickles continued on his poor neck, sporadic kisses and eventual nibbles on the spot right under his chin maintaining his gigantic, bright smile.

“So ticklish, so helpless. Just a few well placed touches and I can already defeat you.”

“You talk as if you were any less susceptible.” A squeeze on his knee warned him about the possible consequence of his words. Hizashi pinched his thigh in retaliation, although much less energetic.

“Don’t. Different from you, I want to get some real sleep.” And then he started to comb the blonde hair, Yamada’s eyelids began to drop, his tiredness now being much more present as the other used his number one melt spot against him.

“Cheater…”

“You will survive.” Shouta tilted his head up and kissed his husband’s lips, also starting to drift away as Hizashi’s arms pulled him closer.

“Good night, babe.”

“Night.”

#Switch!Aizawa #Switch!Yamada #Ticklish!Shouta #Ticklish!Hizashi #bnha tickles #bnha tickling #Aizawa *being tickled*: I am going to get you back! You know I will/ Mic *chuckles*: I am in danger :]#They're precious #Romantic relationship #Mouth tickles #Light and hard tickles #Teases and tickles #Kanene's Fic #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #<333 #I didn't proofread this so I will be making some edits on the future!

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kadssp · 2 years

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what if i told you im dropping a william afton & springtrap post today for valentines bestie

I WOULD DROOL AND HOWL AND SCREAM AND BARK AND SOB AND CLAW THE WALLS AND FLOORS AND GRIP THE SHEETS AND CUM ALL OVER MYSELF AND MEOW AN[gunshot]

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feynites · 6 years

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@selenelavellan said:

poor fear i laughed really hard at this though fear is one of those cats who's tried to claw a hole through the bathroom door 100% selene has talked to eight different vets about her cats anxiety issues nothing has helped she'd have to bring them in and fear is never going to get into a carrier lbh they'd shift first 'NO NOPE IM NOT GOING IN THERE'

Much as I also like the idea of Fear giving them away, this went in a slightly different direction.

But hopefully still good! So have some more Cat Shenanigans:

Fear can tell that Selene is trying to get them to go into the Trap Box again.

They have reports from the others on what happens when one gets inside, and is successfully closed-in. The first time the Trap Box appeared, Affection had rushed into with their usual eagerness, happy to find a new blanket and a toy in the back. Selene had closed them into the box, though, and taken them away - much to everyone’s distress.

But Affection had returned a little more than an hour later, speaking of a trip and a strange place that smelled of many terrible things, but that hadn’t, Affection insisted, ‘been bad’. There had been another woman who had seemed to examine the health of Affection’s feline body, and had proclaimed them hale.

The next to be taken in the box was Des, who elected himself to go. Des’ accounts were mostly the same, but Fear was not satisfied that these excursions were wise. It seemed like too many things could go wrong. What if the Trap Box was stolen from Selene? What if the Vetarinian proved treacherous? What if Falon’Din came back while one of them was trapped and unable to defend themselves from him?

The Trap Box was too small and tight, turning into a larger form while inside it would not work. And the mesh bars at the front, and the air slits at the sides, were too small for even the tiny mouse shape that Fear could take, in a pinch.

It was not safe.

The others decided to go, against Fear’s cautioning. Even Deceit ultimately went, giving in for the sake of their favourite treat - dried salmon pieces - and visiting this Vetarinian.

Fear had hoped that would be the end of it.

But Selene keeps making attempts. So far she has tried toys, treats, and several tricks, including hiding the Trap Box in Fear’s closet and attempting to disguise it. When she pulls it from the front hall closet and sets it down onto the living room floor, Fear opts to retreat to the space at the top of the bookcase with some haste. Last time, Selene had gotten so far as to wrap them in a towel, and had nearly gotten them into the Trap Box before Fear had gone limp and shifted their shape just enough to slide out of her grip and out of the towel as well.

Selene had stopped trying for a while after that, when she got Fear trembling in their behind-the-television hiding place afterwards. Instead she had spent several days imploring them to look less betrayed.

“I know, I know, you hate the crate,” she says at them, gently. “But it’s not so bad! The others did fine, didn’t they?”

Fear hisses.

Selene sighs.

“Alright, I guess there’s nothing left but to do this the hard way…” she mutters to herself.

Fear does not like the sounds of that.

“Please don’t hate me,” Selene asks.

Fear also does not like the sounds of that.

Selene leaves, and fetches the towel. The towel. The thick one that makes scratching difficult. Fear determines that the top of the bookshelf is not an ideal defense post, and makes a run for it. The bedroom window was open the last they checked, but it is closed now. They make their way under the bed; it is always hardest to catch them there, because Selene cannot reach from one side to the other, so Fear can simply move any time she gets too close, without leaving their cover. They call for Deceit, who makes a mental sigh but then offers to get into the Trap Box instead. But Selene shoo’s Deceit back out - not satisfied with that, apparently. She brings the Trap Box into the bedroom, and then she does the unthinkable.

She calls Marassal up from the store, and into the private living space.

Fear does not realize it until they see the familiar bare feet and ankle bracelets appear alongside Selene’s at the doorway to the bedroom.

No! Now there are two elves to contest with! Their plan did not account for that. Fear weighs the odds, the bed no longer being an ideal defensible position, and decides to make a bolt for it. The door to the shop might be open, and the shop has many more ideal spaces to hide in. They rush the bedroom door, but they aren’t anticipating Marassal’s reflexes. Or that he has a towel as well.

Foolish. Foolish of them.

The heavy, thick fabric engulfs Fear before they can reach the door, and they panic.

It is almost a blessing. If Fear had been thinking rightly, they might have changed shape, which would have blown their cover and ruined everything. But in the moment, they are too overcome to manage even that much logic. And so they hiss and yowl and try to scratch and bite instead, finding only thick, treacherous towel fabric around them, before they are shoved into the Trap Box.

The swing of the door closing is like ice in their veins.

“It’s okay!” Selene says. “It’s okay, you’re okay, it’s alright-”

Fear shakes, and tries to think of a solution to this horrifying turn of events. This disaster. They are going to get cornered in here. Falon’Din is coming for them. The Vetarinian will vivisect them, like Ghilan’nain. The box will be stolen and someone will throw it into a river and Fear will not be able to get out, no, this is not good!

Selene thanks Marassal, and then returns to cooing gently at them as she picks up the Trap Box.

“It’s alright, easy, you’re okay,” she tells them again.

Fear meows back plaintively. Perhaps if they can appeal to her better nature, she will let them out?

Please let them out!

Selene’s expression through the bars looks as though it is wavering.

She presses one of Fear’s favourite treats through a side slot instead, though. The offering may as well be dust to Fear, who hunches themselves towards the back of the box, and breathes heavily. Deceit begins to meow plaintively too, and then Dirthamen. After a minute even Des joins in, following Selene as she starts to make her way towards the door.

“I know, guys, I know, but it’ll be fine. We’ll be back in no time, okay? Then you’ll all be checked out and chipped and that’s safer for everyone.”

Safer?

What about this is safe?!

“Trust me,” Selene asks.

Fear stares up at her uncertainly through the box’s slats.

They… they do trust her, they suppose. To an extent. She saved Dirthamen, after all, and she is a good elf. She gives them things and looks after them. It is not that Fear distrusts her, or thinks she has bad intentions. It is just that… so much can go wrong. And she does not have all of the facts. They do not know why she thinks this would make them ‘safer’…

Maybe Fear does not have all the facts, either.

They try.

It is very hard to no be afraid. Fear does not succeed, but they focus on breathing steadily and watching everything they can see through the front door of the cage. Selene carries them back down to the shop, walking with Marassal, and then says goodbye to him. He wishes her luck as she takes Fear out onto the street. The day is sunny but not too warm. The outdoor scents are typical, but it is a very strange experience, to be publicly carried down the main roads. Selene takes Fear to a bench, and offers them a few more treats. She makes gentle noises and insists that everything is going well, but Fear does not like the loud transport machine that roars up towards them after several minutes. It smells of death, and is full of strangers. Selene puts a towel down over the door of the Trap Box, so that Fear does not see the bevy of elves around them. But they can still sense things.

They can still hear the jangle of a collar, too, the distinctive sound of a noise sniffing nearby. One of Selene’s hands settles over the vent slit one the far side of the box.

“Excuse me, sorry, but my cat’s a little anxious. Could you keep your dog from getting too close?”

“Oh, don’t worry, he’s friendly!”

“Yes, I’m sure he is. It’s just that my cat’s anxious…”

“Off to the vet?”

“Mmhmm. Could you-”

“We’re going to the groomers ourselves, and then to the new dog park they opened on fifty-second-”

“Great.”

The Trap Box moves, and Selene settles both arms around it, as Fear feels her put it onto her lap instead. They try to see what they can through the slits in the sides, and spy a small dog with a sparkly collar, and an older woman who keeps talking blithely about play dates and asking Selene if she’s a ‘cat person’ or just in animal lover in general. Selene hedges an answer, while someone else coughs and the monstrous transport rumbles, and Fear counts at least a half dozen threats and only gets more stressed at not being able to assess them all.

It seems to take them a small eternity to make whatever trip they are on. Fear can feel every frantic thump of their heart, but eventually, they move again. Selene removes the towel from the front of the Trap Box, and carries them out of the wretched machine and onto an unfamiliar sidewalk, with lots of green grass beside it.

“Fucking…” she mutters to herself. “Keep your damn dog away from my cat, is that so hard? ‘Oh he’s friendly!’ Well that’s not the point you self-centered dumbass…”

There is a bit more muttering before Selene switches tones and then starts assuring Fear that everything will be fine, and that they have arrived at their destination. The building she carries them too does, indeed, smell awful. It smells of the things Selene uses to keep her bathroom clean, and like too many other animals. There is barking coming from inside, which Selene assures Fear is ‘fine’. They can only watch with wide eyes as they are carried into this, the realm of the Vetarinian. Vetarinia, they would presume.

Many spirits whisper that this is a place where animals come to die.

Fear is not a real animal, but that is still greatly concerning, for obvious reasons.

Fear watches as they enter a strange room. The barking seems to be coming from another one. There is a counter, almost like the one at the shop. But perhaps more like a desk? Selene approaches it, and gives her name to a young elf behind it, saying that she has the ‘two thirty’. The young elf says it will just be another ten minutes, because the ‘doctor’ is with another difficult patient. Selene thanks them and then carries Fear over to a row of seats, and sits down with the Trap Box in her lap again.

From where they are positioned, Fear can see the door, but not much else. They watch, vigilant. Waiting to see what will happen next. After a few minutes, the door swings open, and a vashoth woman enters. She has a young child with her, and a smaller Trap Box in her arms. There is a turtle printed onto the exterior of the box. The child looks around the room, and then spots Fear.

“Kitty!” he exclaims.

He moves as if to rush them. Fear retreats to the back of the box, the only possible defensive position. A child is not a danger but they have no recourse, here, even to unintended harm. Before the boy can charge over to them, though, his mother grasps his arm and pulls him back to her side.

“No, remember?” she admonishes gently. “Some animals here are sick, sweetheart, we have to use our quiet voices.”

The little boy looks chastened, but also like he would still enjoy running over very much. Selene puts the towel back over the door, then. Which almost makes it worse, as Fear cannot see what is happening, cannot tell if anything worse might be coming. There is a shuffling sound, and then Selene seems to drape herself over the top of the box, too. Or, no - that is her sweater, Fear realizes. She must have taken it off and draped it over, shrouding them in darkness.

Leaving more of her own skin exposed.

That is not good.

But it does make the box smell slightly more of Selene, and less of the room around them. They hear a childish voice pipe up, asking if he can see the kitty, but Selene gently informs him that Fear is very anxious to be at the vet and is too scared to play with right now. The little boy talks avidly about his turtle, who is getting a ‘check-up’. Then something thumps at the box, and his small voice rings out in assurance that everything is going to be fine.

His mother apologizes.

“It’s okay,” Selene says, before letting out a long breath. “Of course,” she says, more quietly, afterwards. “The one time I bring you, it’s all kids and dogs, it couldn’t just be chinchillas like it was last time…”

There is the sound of a door opening, then.

A scrambling of paws on smooth floor and loud barking, heavy breathing, like a beast the size of a small dragon has just erupted into the room.

“Oh no, Lady!”

The Trap Box is rocked as something massive attacks! Fear hears the breaths so close that for a moment, they think the box is being swallowed whole. They yowl in alarm, digging in their claws and summoning up some magic, before they are jostled again.

“SERIOUSLY?!” Selene exclaims.

“I’m so sorry, miss, she’s friendly I promise, she’s just excitable! Purebred mabaris, you know, they’re too smart for their own good and they have all this energy when they’re young. She’s still just a year old-”

“GET HER OFF!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay, I’ve got her. She won’t bite. Come on, Lady, let’s go…”

Fear has no direction for their magic, yet. No target. But just as they’re about to blast the towel off of the door, so they can find one, the attack seems to come to an end. The scrambling claws are drawn further away. Barking becomes whining. The stranger jokes that ‘Lady’ must be very interested in whatever Selene has with her, while Selene suddenly goes back to saying calming things. She lefts the sweater and smiles down at Fear through the visible slat.

“It’s okay!” she tells them. “We’re okay! Just a lot of visitors. Like at the shop!”

Fear trembles. Ready for anything, now, but only in the worst way.

“Selene?” Another stranger calls. “You can come in now!”

“Thank fuck,” Selene murmurs. They move again, but Fear cannot see anything, now. They are just trapped in the dark box, jostling slightly with Selene’s steps. Until they are settled onto some kind of surface. Then the towel is taken from the door again, and a stranger peers at them. Elven. Smiling. The Vetarinian, they suspect. She makes a soft coo sound.

“Oh, poor thing. You’re terrified, hm? Let’s get this over with quick then.”

Fear tries to make themselves as small a target as possible.

The door to the Trap Box is opened.

Another trap, they think. They are meant to take the opening, and come out. But if they don’t, then they are an easy target, too. There is no way to evade anything in the box. They only have one chance, then. They bolt through the opening, only to be foiled again by the towel. The strange elf picks them up. Fear hisses in protest, struggling, but they have a very firm grip. Selene is nearby, saying something. They cannot hear it over the roar of blood in their ears, as they brace themselves and wonder if they will have to transform in order to attack…

The Vetarinian settles them onto a smooth surface.

Selene speaks with the Vetarinian. The towel is removed. Fear has troubles keeping track of what is said, as they focus keenly on how the stranger is moving, and try to find places to hide or escape to in the odd room with its silver floors and tan counters. Fear is poked and prodded and has lights shined on them, they do not like it; when Selene moves to hold them, they latch onto her. Consolidating them into a single defensive unit, so that if or when they need to use magic to summon a barrier or offensive spell, Fear can protect them both. They Vetarinian has brisk, firm hands, covered by gloves. Fear sinks their claws into Selene’s shirt, and dislikes it most when their mouth is opened and their teeth and gums examined.

“You should put them down, they might bite like this when I put in the needle,” the Vetarinian says.

Needle?

What needle?!

Fear summons up dim recollections of the others recounting a single, small puncture wound. Though they had not seemed to suffer ill-affects, Fear might be an exception. Something could go awry. Needles are dangerous, they have seen it on the Light Box!

“It’s fine,” Selene says. “They don’t bite.”

“Well…”

“I’ll deal with it.”

“Hold their head, at least.”

Selene pets their head, and Fear turns as they hear something crinkling open. They do not see the needle. They feel something prick at their back, like an errant claw or a bug. When they hiss, though, the pain withdraws. Their claws sink into Selene’s bra straps, and her petting increases.

“Good job,” she tells them. “Good job, what a good cat you are…”

Fear glares at the Vetarinian, and refuses to be dislodged from where they have secured themselves against Selene.

“Well, this one seems as healthy as all the others,” the stranger proclaims. “But based on what you’ve described, I think you’re right about it being Feline Anxiety. It’s not uncommon, even among cats who haven’t been strays. I’m going to give you a prescription…”

Fear’s ears are so flat against their head that when the Vetarinian turns, they have troubles hearing them any further. They move towards a Light Box, and type in something that is printed out, like a receipt, except larger. Selene tries to coax Fear back into the Trap Box, which they are not going to do. They tear several holes into her shirt before she decides to put the sweater on over both of them instead. The warm, Selene-smelling fabric settles over Fear’s back, but leaves their head to peer up from the collar. Selene wraps an arm securely around them, and tells the Vetarinian she will ‘sort them out’, when the other woman asks if she would like assistance.

Selene puts the large Prescription Receipt into her purse. She carries in and the Trap Box in her free hand, and then they go back out into the room they were in before. The little vashoth boy stares at Fear, while Selene makes some kind of transaction with the young elf behind the counter. At least until he and his mother and their turtle-box are summoned into the room. Then Selene carries Fear back outside.

It is less harrowing to travel when they are not trapped.

Fear closes their eyes as they settle onto the bench. Selene rubs their back through the sweater, and whispers apologies, and insists that they are a very good cat who is very brave and who will not have to do that again. She makes one more attempt to get them back into the Trap Box before another rumbling, monstrous transport comes, but Fear does not think that is a good idea. They keep their claws firmly embedded in her bra straps.

Selene takes them onto the transport in her sweater instead. The driver protests that Fear should be in the Trap Box, but Selene assures him that they will keep a firm hand on Fear and after some cajoling, they are not waylaid further. The transport seems emptier this time, too. Fear keeps a watchful lookout, as the streets go by through the window.

Somehow, they manage to make it home without any further attacks.

As soon as they are in the shop, Fear lets go of Selene and runs off to find a good hiding spot. They climb up one of the tall bookshelves and wedge themselves into a shadow at the top, near the back wall of the most quiet part of the store. Selene talks with Marassal briefly, then goes upstairs. The others come down, eager to see Fear. Deceit launches themselves up the shelves and nuzzles at them, while Affection meows protests because they cannot climb so high. Dirthamen and Des remain at the bottom, too, simply checking. Listening as Fear describes the harrowing journey.

Huh, Des says. That sounds much more interesting than when I went.

Lucky me, Fear drawls.

Selene comes back, then, and has a new toy and a small dish full of Fear’s favourite tuna. The fresh kind. They are wary of another trap, though, and do not come down. When Selene sets the dish down, and moves away from it a little, Affection eats the tuna. Selene scolds them, then sighs and tosses the toy up to Fear. Or attempts to. It slips and falls back to the floor with a soft jangle, only to be scooped up by Des.

Selene scolds Des, too, but he carries the offering up and puts it with Fear and Deceit, and then Selene makes her sounds for when she thinks they are being endearing instead.

Fear stays up on top of the bookshelf until it is closing time. They come down, reluctantly, with some cajoling from Deceit, but then dash swiftly back up the stairs and into the apartment. Rushing to their best lookout post in their closet, with its view of the bedroom window. They skip dinner, having no desire to eat right now. After a few hours, Selene comes and sets their bowl of food down in front of the closet, and sits on the edge of her bed.

“Come on,” she says. “We’re back home, it’s alright. Come have dinner!”

Fear declines.

Selene is being unusually persistent, however. She scoops Affection up when they try and eat Fear’s dinner, and cuddles them in her lap instead. Then she does the same to Dirthamen, too - not that he seemed intent on eating Fear’s food anyway.

She sighs when Deceit comes in, and admonishes them not to eat Fear’s food. Deceit just clambers up to the top of the closet, though.

Just eat, they suggest to Fear.

Not interested.

She’s going to worry if you don’t. Living things eat food every day.

I ate this morning.

Deceit subsides, with a mental sigh. Fear presses firmly against their side, and waits for Selene to give up.

Eventually she does. She takes the bowl of food and announces that it is Fear’s food, and that they can have it whenever they come down. Then she goes into the living room, to watch the last half of her favourite show. Fear remains at their post, and listens to the distant murmur of the Light Box, as Deceit opts to stay with them for now. Des and Affection play; Dirthamen, presumably, is in his usual spot on Selene’s lap.

Fear listens, but after a while they find they are twitchy with not seeing. Still too highly-strung. They jump down, Deceit trailing after them, and make their way into the living room. Their tail swishes with lingering agitation. They have scarcely ensconced themselves in their Living Room Lookout post, though, before Selene nudges Dirthamen off of her lap and gets up. She comes back a moment later, though, with Fear’s food. They blink as she settles it on top of the bookcase with them.

Persistent, they tsk.

Told you, Deceit replies.

Fear sighs, and makes their own capitulation. They keep one eye on the living room as they eat. The food is good. More of their favourite tuna, in fact. There is part of it that they dislike, though, which is a small white seed. Chalky, oddly sweet on their tongue. Fear spits it out into a corner of their dish, and finishes the tuna. When they are done, Selene comes and retrieves the empty bowl.

She sighs at the chalky seed.

“I guess that was a long shot, huh?”

Fear does not know what she means. But after a moment, they suppose they can reciprocate the gesture. They know what it is like to be worried, after all. So they inch forward, and press their nose to her hand. Selene pauses, and then pets at their head. Fear nuzzles her palm. They know she did her best to keep them safe. Harrowing as that experience was… she succeeded, too.

At least, provided that the prick of pain in their back was not some kind of long-acting flesh-devouring curse that will destroy them slowly over the coming months.

They they withdraw closer to the wall again, and consider that possibility as they wait for bedtime to come.

#dirthalene #cat au #long post #deceit probably shifts the second time #they're reasonable enough and startled enough that they went with it for the first round #but maybe their medication doesn't work and selene's worried that they're not eating enough #and the vet's like 'alright bring them back for more tests it could be something serious'#so selene is like 'oh FUCK' but also she doesn't want Fear to die of like kitty cancer or something #just because she couldn't get them into the carrier #marassal bows out this time fear is a terrifying beast and if not for the towel he's pretty sure he would be dead #or at least scarred #and fear is NOT HAVING IT SELENE NO WE ARE NOT GOING BACK TO THE EVIL MAD SCIENTIST #NO NO NO NO NO #and when she gets them into the towel again they panic /less/ but still enough that they turn into a bird #for some reason i'm really taken with the idea of fear going from cat to bird before elf #because that's just... that's almost even more bizarre?!?!#IS THAT HER CAT WHY ARE THEY A BIRD NOW ???

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cornflowercanine · 6 years

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my cat appreciation post

hi i love my cat very very much so here is a large post expressing my love for her

SO!!!!! back in like...2013, i believe? my oldest sis wanted. An Kitty. so she went to the ummm...pound/shelter? and got a kitty! but! she was aggressive! so she decided to give her back and get a new one! which is questionable but!! resulted In This Babby so!!!!!!

and this new kitty’s name was! pepita! and she was really cute and soft and nice! would just lay on ur lap and purr and hang out with u! But she was ultimately my oldest sis’ cat and so when she moved away pepita came with her. so she stayed there for a couple years.

until for?? some reason??? in 2015 my oldest sis just??? dropped her off here???? with my older older sis????? and that was fine and dandy until my older older sis had to be a babysitter for a few months, my assigned task was to hang out with the cats so they wouldn’t get lonely. i mainly hung out with the other cat and not pepita bc she was more lonely and ik pepita would get attached quick, but one night i gave pepita more attention for once, let her cuddle me, and... as soon as i left the room the cats were in, pepita started clawing and meowing at the door so loud that my mom’s dogs would hear and start barking and keep waking my parents up, so on that night i brought a spare litterbox, a bowl of food, water, and Pepita into my room and Boom. she was p much my cat now.

anyhoo! she! is! a good lady!!! friendliest cat we have. my nicknames for her have varied a lot, from ‘snow loaf’ to ‘puhpeeba’ to ‘peeba’ to...’puhpizza’. yes she responds to all of these. meaning, yes, you can say ‘pizza!’ in a cheerful, beckoning tone and she will look at you and meow. though mostly nowadays i just say peeba to call her xP

shes?? fucking?? weird???????? she used to try to eat ANYTHING i left unattended, i once caught her licking a fucking smoothie i made???? ?? ??? ? ?? she also has an odd obsession with wanting to eat. Plants. sometimes it doesnt matter, like if shes just eating normal clean grass w/ nothing on it, but sometimes she’ll! try to eat! string! and that is!! not okay!!!! she also meows a. lot. i think i Taught her to do this bc the time i,, teCHNICALLY adopted her i was also learning how to meow by imitating the cats and so we’d just meow back and forth until she got used to it and is just Like That now.

she is also!! very!!! VERY affectionate!!!!! she follows me around everywhere i go, several times she’s asked me to let her out of my room to which she’d just...sit.....outside my door.....she does. not like. being far away from me. every time i go to sleep, she’ll go up onto my bed and curl up in a ball in like..my inner knee? back of my knees? if i’ve been having a particularly restless night, she’ll think i’m awake and meow at me a whole bunch and cuddle me back to sleep, sometimes several times. when i Actually wake up tho, she gets really excited and meows to me in this specific way and will rub against me and lay on my chest purring REALLY REALLY LOUD. also she lets me hold her like a baby

yes that is an image of me holding her like a baby and reaching over to pat her tummy. her only retaliation was a quiet meow and nibbling me, to which i gently set her down.

and this is an image of me gently setting my foot near her tummy to which she proceeded to Wiggle Detestfully

this is just a pic of her sitting on my lap

also she likes to look at my screen to watch what im watching, usually paws at any single moving object

also she smothers me in ways like This feat. very very old pic

anyway my braincells have left me now and i need to go kiss my kitty but!! here!!! pepita appreciation post!!! :o

#clove rambles #cat #my cat #KITTY #GOD I LOVE MY CAT #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #long post but like.. thats why the cut is there Xd

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pennysweetsandpopcorn-blog · 7 years

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My 4 year old nephew watches Cats for the first time....

He’s dancing along.

Mistoffelees is his favourite until Rum Tum Tugger came on.

He needs a little help balancing when doing Victorias dance right now but he says one day he’ll do it himself.

Being Munkustrap during the invitation to the Jellicle ball is very fun.

He had to put his shoes on so he could tap dance along with Jenny.

He likes doing Tuggers hip thrusts and sways.

He thought they said Tugger was a furious cat.

He’s upset that Grizabella is pretty sad and it was naughty of Pouncival to scratch her.

Grizabella has horrible long claws.

He seems to be hypnotised by Bustopher Jones.

At this point he is still Tugger and Tugger needs a drink.

He copied Bustopher almost falling off his hat.

The first Macavity scare he said oh no it’s raining.

When we explained it was a bad cat he warned Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer to look out for the bad cat.

Speaking of Mungojerrie he decided he was the boy cat with the collar.

He asked if I could do the double cartwheel with him.

At this point he used an empty bottle and pretended to be Bustopher again from no where.

I said he couldn’t have my fizzy drink so he hissed and said he’s the bad cat. And hiding in the car. Now we know where Macavity is throughout the musical.

Tugger came back on. We’re back to being cool Tugger.

“It’s a bad cat!” No it’s old Deuteronomy. “What?”

“I’ve got a collar on me like the grey cat.”

Dancing along with Munkustrap during The pekes and the pollicles.

Playing the bagpipes like Tugger.

Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark.- NOOOOOOOO!

He keeps standing in Munkustraps “Protective stance”.

He won’t accept that Rumpus cat is not a bad cat.

He finally accepted Rumpus cat is not a bad cat. Hes a superhero cat.

Finally saw Macavity.

Obsessed with Macavity.

Copying Alonzo dancing.

Copying all the dancing.

Jumping like a jumping jack.

He keeps doing finger guns and saying I’ve got fur round me. I’m cool.

Dancing along to the jellicle ball to the best of his ability. Mostly spinning and jumping.

I don’t need my shoes on anymore I have paws.

Tugger. Thats my name. Tugger.

Can I have my face painted as a cat?

I can pick a lady cat up.

Shaking his head like Mistoffelees.

Watch those flowers! I’m a cat remember. Alright then.

Roger did that! Who’s Roger? With the fur! He meant Tugger.

Swaggering like Tugger.

“Tugger is a Mane Coon cat.” “I’m a Wayne Coo cat!”

Calling Tugger Roger again.

Roger needs the toilet! *Runs off*

Only responding to Tugger now.

Tugger is tired now. He rolled off the couch.

Roger is the black cat. That’s mistoffelees darling. Im wistofflies.

Creating his own character. Roger.

Roger cat zooms around the world.

Back to being Tugger. Tugger is tired and rolls around on the floor.

Telling him when he’s a bit older and if it’s on tour he can go and see it in real life. He got uber excited and said he’s going to touch Tugger. Alright then.

Tugger can bake cakes....?

Rubbing his head on mine like Alonzo and Munkustrap did earlier.

Ah the bad cat! No that’s a ghost.

Tugger likes rolling.

*Giving him a toy medal* Here Tugger for being the coolest. *Poses like tugger*

Another head rub.

Is that Roger? No thats Gus.

Tugger loves Kiwi Fanta.

Tugger drank all the drink.

You’re Shimbleshan the Rail cat. He’s super cool.

Who would like one of Tuggers medals?

Tugger is super cool because he has a guitar. And a trumpet. And a keyboard.

Copying Skimbleshanks on the open boot of the car.

Realising Tuggers gone and asking where he is.

Finds Tugger in a box behind the sofa.

Macavity appears. I’m the bad cat with sharp teeth.

Getting upset that Deuteronomy is stuck in a net.

The bad cat’s coming back in a minute!

He’s called Macavity. I’m Cacvvivy.

Vacaddity.

Macaddivy

Mcabbiny

Macdaddy??

*Running around growling and hissing*

Macavity’s not there! Yes I am!

Evil Macavity laughter.

Dancing along with Macavity!

He took the lady cat!

I’m going to kick him [Munkustrap] with my leg.

More evil laughter.

Jumping on the couch and pretending to disappear like Macavity.

Excitement: Tuggers back.

I’m Tugger! *Has to put medal back on*

I’m hugging Tugger!

You don’t own me I’m Tugger! Fair enough...

I am apparently Mistoffelees. I am okay with this.

Light up jacket!!

Trying to sing along with Tugger despite not knowing the words.

I have to try and get him with my powers.

Identity crisis: Is he Tugger is he Misto? He can’t decide!

Tuggers with his friends!

I’m not Tugger now I’m magic!

Actually copying Tuggers hand gesture when Mistoffelees chooses Cassandra.

He licked my cheek like Mistoffelees does to Deuteronomy.

Disappearing like Mistoffelees.

*Sits in a box* Tuggers chilling out for a bit.

Tugger needs the toilet! Make sure the bad cat doesn’t get my medal!

Tugger what you doing? Just chilling out lady cat!

*Farts* Enjoy Tuggers smell. Really?

Meowing on the toilet and yelling I’m Tugger!

Tugger has a long tail.

Look at my new belt I brought yesterday from the cat shop. It has guitars on it.

I’m your favourite cat Mistoffelees?

Tistoffly

Stofenlees. Close enough.

My tails a a magic trick!

*Excitement seeing Tugger in the credits.*

*Excitement seeing Mistoffelees in the credits.*

Another head rub to end on.

Once the video is over. “I want it on again!”

#cats the musical #My nephew is amazing #Adventures of a 4 year old #rum tum tugger #mistoffelees

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