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cress-meadowforge · 7 months

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Eleven canons. Nearly half of the tributes already dead. And Cress was glad, glad to see them gone. Already, the odds were greatly improved, more than doubled, with Slate and Calli still alive. The day had stretched into merciful night, darkness falling on the arena, forcing the tributes to seek shelter and settle. Cress watched, until both Slate and Calli were safe -- at least relatively. Dry, at least. And then she turned away from the screen for what must have been the first time that day.

The training center was empty, not only devoid of life, but also missing quite a few of the usual features. Ones she'd destroyed. Ones Slate had wrecked too. There wasn't an urgency to replace them, at least not for another six months. Cress turned on the simulator, pulling her hair up, shifting her stance back, ready for a cleansing fight.

@catmillers

#task: react to the arena #cat #P: cat #134

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mxhlon · 18 days

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Twelve always arrived later, once dusk had fallen, and the hazy fog of night rolled in. The Capitol was flat, but the land around it punctured the soil and jutted upward with white-capped peaks, even in summer. Mahlon watched them each cycle with dull curiosity. What would it be like to stand at the top? To see the Capitol as something small and insignificant below?

Tonight was a weak attempt to actualize the dream. To stand on the roof and look out over the city in the hopes of feeling nothing at the sight. Just apathy. Just aching spite. But it was never that easy, never a simple task to make peace with one's self. Mahlon pushed through the greenery, parting foliage, which gave way to flesh, to form. He exhaled, shoulders sinking.

"You got a light?"

@catmillers

#cat #p: cat #136

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nano-cache · 9 months

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time: april location: eleven

"It's another beautiful night in Free Eleven. I'm Pascal--" he nodded to Cat, for her to add and I'm Delphi. "We're your oracles. Thanks for listening to Vox Machina."

He flipped the switchboard, converting their output from live audio to preset sound. Dark Days music, twangy and rich. He loved listening to it, imagining the fighting that had ensued then. The people hadn't been successful -- obviously. But their efforts weren't forgotten. They were fueling the new fight now.

"Sick," Nano nodded, queuing up their loops, which played at regular intervals overnight. Vox Machina was a largely nocturnal production. After all, it was only then that they could really assess the day's damages. Count the losses. Proof the scripts. Prep the equipment -- though with how much they moved around, he missed Slate's closet. "You good to call it a night?"

@catmillers

#cat #p: cat #133 #ahw133

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mack-montresor · 9 months

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Well, it was a regular fucking reunion in this Tower. At this point, they were just missing Iris. Bramble was sitting up on the counter of Six, taking large laps out of an ice cream cone that had begun to melt. It hadn't even been that long. It was just hot. The summer was stickier back home. Here, it felt thin and dry. "Hey," she said, catching a stream of melt with her mouth. Bramble licked her hand where it wrapped around the cone. She made a mental note for next time: order it in a bowl. "You gonna say it's a beautiful night in Free Eleven, or are our asses worth the half-mast mad-libs treatment?"

@catmillers

#cat #p: cat #134 #location -- floor six #timing -- day one

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switchorionchang · 2 years

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After The Curtain || Catorimas || 11/21

Sure, Orion had seen Catalina dance before, but not in such a professional setting, where a hush settled over the audience, the spotlight rightfully on her as the music lulled the audience into mesmerized stares. Her spins, the way her dance perfectly matched up with her accompaniment, and just the general flow of the whole performance felt like she was making magic to watch. Orion was one of the first people up on his feet once the spotlight lowered and the music ended, clapping enthusiastically, even if she would never see him. Feeling proud of his friend, he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet on the way out of the busy auditorium, keeping a hold of Thomas’s hand not to lose him in the crowd. He had to keep reminding himself he was in public and thus everything he was doing might reflect on Thomas, so he slowed himself in the lobby, leaning into Thomas’s ear to point out the florist set up specifically for giving bouquets to the performers.

After picking up six red roses and six white, he angled around the mingling crowd until he went to the back near the exists, slipping an attendant a little tip and asking that he go and tell Ms. Catalina Lopez that she had fans that desperately wanted to meet her. It wasn’t a lie, just a bit of a twist, so she could be surprised when she saw them standing there. Lingering by Thomas, he looked around when the door opened and when he caught Cat’s eye, he gave her a playful wink before smiling wide.

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#p: after the curtain #p: cat #p: thomas #switchcatlopez #thomassylvester #//thinking in that order just so April doesn't have to deal with another para reply immediately buut #no real preference!

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catbot2 · 8 months

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so demanding

#cat #cats #kitten #kittens #cute animals #wholesome #p #v #popular

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dogposts · 8 months

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"maybe you could love me a little less"

#dog #dogs #cat #cats #cute animals #wholesome #adorable #p #v #popular

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howlingrush-krp · 8 months

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As of September 30:

ATEEZ: Kim Hongjoong

ATEEZ: Choi San

#krp #mewe krp #omegaverse krp #omegaverse #gen mewe #mewe roleplay #mewe based #gen rp #krp ads #krp promo #krp ad #ateez #kim hongjoong #choi san #p: cat #reserved

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jun-hug · 1 month

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our favourite spot~

print! | kofi ♡

#jun arts #my cat ocs #gwiazdka and słoneczko #cats #cats in love #cat illustration #cat art #sorry for posting a bit less recently been doing some comms and uni stuff ;p #cat #cute cats #cat drawing #digital drawing #illustration artists #illustration #artist on tumblr #art #digital art #cats of tumblr

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spartanlocke · 9 months

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Literally obsessed with the jiggle physics on this cat from Lies of P (source)

#best quality: his jiggles #jems gifs #jem blogs #lies of p #cat #cats

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cress-meadowforge · 9 months

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Everything from the past year burned in the fire.

At first, after, she'd sent for her belongings from One. But they were too fine, too formal. She felt uncomfortable in them, stiff and satirical, an inside joke no one else understood. Then, in Twelve, she'd worn some of Hestia's things before eventually acquiring her own. Some collected second-hand, some poorly-sewed under Hestia's guidance with fabric bought from the Hob. She saw Marble when she was there. Cress swore the woman stared -- through her soul, down at her stomach. Cress wasn't sure how, but she was certain Marble knew.

Those clothes had been too plain. Like she was playing at something, disconnected from her reality. She only returned back to One for the Reaping, and then they were on a train that same day. There had been no time to revisit things. But Twelve wasn't arriving until this evening, and Cat had found Cress distant and unnerved, pacing about. She'd coaxed her away from the Tower, to the atelier. Maybe she thought it would help Cress feel more like herself. Darkly, Cress presumed it was because Cat knew she was too polite to cause a public scene. Here, she had to be Cress Meadowforge. Editorial model, Capitol darling. Rebel lover, as some outlets so affectionately decreed. Cress turned from the mirror, where she'd been staring at her stomach -- beginning to show, explained away by weight gain or bloating, hidden beneath looser clothes -- to bring a dress back out. "I'll need this in a size up," Cress nodded to the stylist, who took the garment and slipped away. In their absence, she turned toward Cat, gesturing to the rack she'd been perusing on Cress' behalf. "Have you found anything charming? It's a stylist's dream to dress a victor, you know. Makes them feel like they're playing with dolls."

@catmillers

#cat #p: cat #134 #AHHHHH #sorry i got carried away

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mxhlon · 1 year

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He'd seriously considered assless chaps, but Mahlon was pretty sure they'd deny him entry if he started the night like that. No, it had to be earned, built up to a peak like a beautiful, disastrous crescendo. He shook out a leg, adjusting the worn denim over his boots. Maybe it was a little tasteless -- a party the night of launch, themed for the outer districts -- but it was the closest he was going to get to home around these parts. Mahlon wanted to sip something strong that he didn't have to distill himself, maybe sample his own supply, and, for fuck's sake, he wanted to dance.

"Finishin' touches," he flipped his hat, flourishing the movement before adjusting it into place atop his mess of curls. From his pocket, Mahlon withdrew a flask, roughly hand-engraved on the side, and offered first sip to Cat. "Let's get the fuck outta here."

@catmillers

#tw drug mention #cat #p: cat #132 #idk man i just think to myself “whats the weirdest thing this man could do rn” and then write it #so hes taking cat squaredancing idk lmao

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nano-cache · 6 months

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Cat hadn't earned his trust back. In fact, after having slept on it, Nano's concern only amplified. She was going off-script, saying shit that was going to get good people killed for nothing. But they were a team. Delphi and Pascal. Cat and Nano. That was how it had been for almost a year, and Nano had endeared himself to her, or maybe she'd endeared herself to him. Did it really fucking matter either way? They were collecting information for that night's broadcast: details about the ball, about the lavishness of the Capitol in the face of widespread (and spreading wider) famine, about the sponsors who were present and placing their bets on the lives of children.

"Your favorite," Nano muttered, eyes casting sideways in Orsini's direction. "Pretty sure it wouldn't take a fucking spy to dig up something absolutely sick as shit on him."

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