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aphroditevee · 27 days
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CATWOMAN - "Feline Fashion" comic strip from a 60's comic panel (though this costume originates from 1947) published in "Catwoman the Life & Times of a Feline Fatale" by Suzan Colón (2003).
This image was found on Pinterest but the whole book is here yet you have to pay to view it in full or borrow it for an hour:
The outfit is seen here in this book as well:
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rayedraws · 16 days
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Undercover Huntress
The silk of Amberette's dress clung to her every curve, and each step across the polished floor echoed ripples of elegance. Everything she wore, from the designer dress that shimmered under the soft glow of the ballroom lights to the showstopping choker with strands flowing down her chest like a waterfall caught in the moonlight, was meticulously planned. Amberette was a work of art that demanded attention. And she received that attention from one of the queens of the underworld, Athena Corleone. Athena, the night's host and mastermind behind the lavish gala and auction that were in full swing, found herself enthralled by Amberette's presence. Even a woman hardened by years of navigating the city's criminal underbelly couldn't resist being dazzled by the boldness of Amberette's beauty. Beneath the brazen display, a different story was unfolding. Every step was calculated, every smile was part of a meticulously crafted plan, a weapon aimed against Athena. The target, the true reason Amberette stood in front of one of the most notorious criminals, was the opulent display across the room—a diamond-encrusted emerald necklace worth more than the combined net worth of all the gala’s guests. The necklace was about to be auctioned off to fund Athena’s criminal empire. The jewellery was a thing of beauty tainted by murder and betrayal, serving as a testament to Athena’s ruthlessness and her disloyalty when it came to matters of money and power. Amberette, a huntress in a designer gown, had captivated Athena with her witty banter and a smile that could penetrate even the most hardened souls. Her flirtatious comments and deliberate touches drew Athena closer. Her charm melted away any of Athena's suspicion, and she was enthralled. Every step was like a dance between seduction and deception. Every touch, compliment, smile, and laugh were calculated steps in her intricate plan. Athena was trapped in Amberette's snare, and she was powerless to escape. At a distance, panic began to ripple. Panicked guards approached Athena, their faces ashen with dread, and whispered to her, "It's... it's gone, Miss Corleone. “What?!” Her tone was cold and stern. “The centrepiece... it's gone." Athena looked across the room, seeing an empty space where the necklace should have been. Her expression shifted from denial to fury. Her heart was pounding so loudly against her ears that she didn't even hear Amberette walking closer to her. “Don't worry, darling,” Amberette purred in her ear. “Accidents happen.” Her words were a cold taunt, delivered with nonchalance only she could master. Athena turned around, her gaze intense and fiery. “You?” she yelled in disbelief, rage consuming her. “How?!” “Such a dramatic accusation, Miss Corleone,” Amberette began, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Do you really think I would be caught dead in such a gaudy display?” Athena leaned in to whisper to the guards on how to deal with the thieves. Before she could say anything, sudden screams erupted from another room where a small fire had broken out. The guards quickly left to deal with the fire before it spread out of control. Amberette took the opportunity to step back, realizing it was time for her to disappear amidst the growing chaos. “If I were you, I’d invest in better security detail. Or perhaps,” she paused, her smile disappearing and her eyes twinkling with a dangerous spark, “you could just stick to galas you can actually afford. Perhaps, then, you won’t need to resort to murdering your allies for financial gain.” With that parting shot, Amberette briefly stopped and looked back. Her hand lowered into a hidden compartment near the slit of her dress, reappearing with a glint of cold steel. The pistol she held was a punctuation mark to her words, a reminder of the consequences of underestimating her. A smile reemerged, this time hinting at something more sinister. And maybe, if Athena is unlucky enough, she may find out why they call her Mamba. Athena’s eyes widened in shock. The air was heavy with unspoken threats. Screams and panic began to fill the room as the smoke made its way to the ballroom. For a split-second, Athena looked behind her at the empty display and then turned back around. Just like that, Amberette was gone. In her place, only the faint smell of her perfume lingered. Amberette weaved through the guests like a silent phantom amidst the chaos. With precise steps, she retreated toward the rendezvous point. As she exited through double doors, she saw Raye waiting for her, with a triumphant grin on her face and the necklace in her hand. “Was the fire necessary?” Amberette asked, already knowing the answer. “Always. She deserved to be taken down a peg,” Raye replied. Amberette scoffed as they made their escape, leaving the gala behind. _______________________________________________________________________________ Amberette is as beautiful as she is lethal. Athena got off lucky this time around. Amberette belongs to me.  Hope you enjoyed this short story :) 
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I hardly post here anymore but I made this for artfight so tada! Here's my oc I made when I was 12 and have now been drawing for literally half of my life!
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Listened to Black Cat by Janet Jackson on repeat while drawing this lol-
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trickstercaptain · 1 year
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everyone's always like babygirl this, babygirl that whereas i'm just here with my jack sparrow is a disney princess propaganda
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biblethumpersims · 2 years
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“Hey. Can I help you?”
“You must be the man they call ‘Jasper Flanagan’. You’re rather... vibrant.”
“Thanks.” Jasper nods.
“I am the one my mother christened Rosemary, and my mother is the mother of your wife.”
“Cool. You wanna see Dorothy?”
“No, for I seek the man God crafted her to submit under, the man she is to obey. That is you?”
“Yep. Is something wrong?”
“Is anything right? But nay, this morning God found the grace in His heart to spare us from abnormal levels of tragedy... so far. I’ve traveled here because of my Earthly father, a man known as Gregory Talbert. He has kept strong the bloodline of not only the Talbert surname, but also the blood of kittens. He gifted me his two youngest, but the Devil has cast his tricks and spells upon my home. My youngest child has found himself allergic to these creatures, so I must banish them. Are you willing to shelter these lost souls? They come protected from ills and with knowledge of proper litter box use.”
“Sure, we like cats. Do they have names?”
“The female is Feline Fatale and the male is Fellowship. My gratitudes to you are deep and vast on this day, good sir. I shall fetch their things.”
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sweetangelkisses222 · 2 years
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something so biblical about this
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feline fatale is singing kitty on the rooftop all along Red beetle  show up and talk to him
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splish-splashy · 9 months
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Really thinking about getting deep about the character I made for the South Park games
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ddejavvu · 4 months
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Could you do something for cat animangus reader x Sirius where they're older like order of the phenix older during winter time and Molly makes a comment to Sirius about him having a sweet cat and when he turns to corner he finds reader cuddled up to Remus again do to his body heat and Sirius just reacts to a "really this again?"
Things between Molly and Sirius are still frosty, but the same stuff that chills between them glazes over the windows, and the winter air serves as a healing balm while everyone huddles around the fire for warmth.
The heating systems in Grimmauld Place are functional, but ancient, and it's much easier to stay by a roaring fire than to huddle by the floor vent on one of the upper levels. Sirius has insisted, as the owner of the house and as the man unwillingly cooped up inside of it for years, that he will make the cocoa, because if he goes any longer without making himself useful he will begin yearning to touch the fatally cursed objects his mother hoarded before her demise.
Molly relents, if only to keep his callused hands away from a music box that will kill him if the tune reaches his ears.
"Oh, that's lovely," The woman coos, peering at your feline form curled up on Remus's lap in front of the fire, "Remus, I didn't know you had a cat. I thought the only one we had was Hermione's, but he's orange."
"She's not mine," Remus hums, though he drags a palm flat over your head, letting you butt into it to your own liking, "She's Sirius's."
Molly's brows scrunch; surely Remus doesn't mean the dog man that stands eerily alert at the back door whenever he hears the pitter patter of little paws on the back fence-? But when the aforementioned animagus comes into the room with a tray of cocoa, she confirms Remus's words straight from the source.
"Sirius, your cat is lovely." She muses experimentally, watching the way the man's eye twitches slightly.
"Oh? And where is the little devil-?" Sirius peers around the room, and when his gaze lands on you lounging on Remus's legs, he shoves the tea tray haphazardly onto a side table with a scoff. It makes a cacophony of sounds; most of them unpleasant as glass-on-glass tends to be, "Oh, you're joking."
"Sirius, it's warm here," Remus attempts to calm the man, but it's no use as he steals a mug of cocoa and makes a break for the staircase. You're glad to see that prison never took his flair for dramatics, but he's being a tad ridiculous. Remus keeps explaining, "You're welcome to take her if you want to sit by the fire! She's just getting warm!"
"Keep her! Keep her," Sirius calls from the ledge of the second floor, "And Moony, why don't you just take the deed to the house, too! And my things, you can steal the clothes right off of my back next time."
With a huff and a flourish that are aided by his chin-length curls, Sirius turns to beeline for his room, and the slam of a door that rattles the paintings on the wall is your confirmation that your husband will be sulking until you pad upstairs and settle on his chest.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted." Remus drawls, scooping a hand beneath your belly and hoisting you out of his lap. He sets you on your feet, and you mourn the loss of the fire's warmth.
"Go humor him, love," Remus nudges you towards the stairs, and Molly watches bewildered as you begin your ascent.
"We've been having this fight for over a decade," Remus muses, sipping at his cocoa and skillfully avoiding a whipped cream mustache, "When your children aren't eavesdropping with that extendable ear, I'll tell you about the time he found her curled up in my bed instead of his."
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cococrocoduck · 2 years
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In a noir mood...
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Tronicat la Miez, German burlesque dancer, showgirl, costume designer.
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thehighladywrites · 3 months
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— “Aren’t you just the cutest?”
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☀︎ — pairing: nerd/tutor azriel x bimbo/ditzy/popular reader
☀︎ — summary: You adopt a stray kitten, naming it after someone close to your heart
☀︎ — warnings: fatally cute
☀︎ — amara’s note: Help i got this request earlier today and i just had to write it. This is the cutest thing i’ve ever written. I adore writing for bimbo reader, she’s so cute!!! | based on this request
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“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing on earth?” you squeal in delight as you spot a tiny black kitten outside the grocery store.
Bending down, you plop yourself on the edge of the pavement and scoop up the kitten, cradling it gently in your arms.
“Meow,” it mewls, its big round eyes looking at you with an innocent gaze. It has shaggy, fluffy black fur and beautiful hazel eyes, reminding you of someone very dear to you.
“You don’t seem to have an owner, do you? Hm, I see no collar and no one is around. Tell me, kitty, ya hungry?” you coo at it, tilting your head inquisitively, and the kitten mimics the movement in a cute, almost cartoonish way.
Realizing the kitten might not respond to you, you nod your head in determination.
“Don’t worry, kitty cat, you can come home with me. I’ll just get you some food first.”
You glance into your grocery bags and then back at the kitten sheepishly.
“I guess you can’t eat ice cream and sushi, can you?” you say with a giggle, realizing your mistake.
Looking around to make sure no one is watching, you carefully pick up the kitten and gently tuck it into your tote bag. With a nonchalant demeanor, you stroll into the store, doing your best not to attract attention to your feline stowaway.
“Hello, Ms. L/N! Back for some more?” Vanessa, the cashier asks as she notices your quick return.
You freeze, subconsciously clutching your bag as you look around. “Hey, V! I just forgot a little something. I’ll be in and out,” you say nervously, just as your bag meows. You both look at each other in surprise.
“D-Did your bag just meow?” Vanessa asks, raising an eyebrow.
“N-no, um, that was me! I was just bored. Okay, bye V, see ya,” you stammer, trying to play it off as a joke before hurrying further into the store.
You can’t help yourself from getting every single cat toy on the planet, along with every type of food you think the kitten might like. Now, the trunk of your car is filled with toys as you strap the kitten into the passenger seat of your rose Porsche Taycan.
“Okay, kitty. I’ll put on some music. And I don’t know what kind of music you dig, so you’ll just have to listen to Frank Ocean. He’s a really good artist!” you chirp cheerfully, adjusting the volume knob as you drove, hoping the kitten will enjoy Pink+White playing.
Driving into your garage, you park your car and bring your newest housemate inside.
There, you play with him, squealing in happiness at the way he jumps cutely. You praise him and clap your hands whenever he does a cool trick. He even liked the mini bat wings you got for him. The kitten looked so stinkin’ cute in them you just had to take a million photos!
After a while, you get his bowls, fill one with food and the other with water as you sit down next to him, eating your sushi.
“I have to name you something, kitty. I mean, ‘kitty cat’ is adorable, but you need a new name. But just what?” You pout and furrowed your brows, thinking really hard as you lay on the plushy fluffy carpet, the kitten resting on your chest, tired after hours of playing.
As you pat his fur, you wonder what name would suit him. He has black fur and hazel eyes, is calm and collected, just like… Suddenly, your eyes widen, and you gasp.
“Oh my gods, Azzie! Your name is totally Azzie!”
Excitedly jumping up from the carpet, you practically skip over to your laptop, eager to make your new housemate’s name official. After a quick search, you find the perfect pink collar with a heart-shaped tag that says “Azzie.” Without a second thought, you click “Add to Cart” and eagerly wait for it to arrive. After all, Azzie deserved nothing but the best!
The next time Azriel comes over, he is greeted by a furry surprise.
As he steps into your home, his eyes widen in astonishment as he spots a tiny kitten sitting on the plush carpet, its hazel eyes mirroring his own.
For a moment, they both freeze in their tracks, assessing each other with a mix of curiosity and wonder. Slowly, Azriel puts down the math books on the counter before he approaches the kitten, his gaze never leaving its adorable face. Kneeling down, he extends his hand tentatively, unsure of how the little creature will react.
To his amazement, the kitten responds by rubbing its nose against his hand, nuzzling into his palm with a happy purr. Azriel can't help but smile, his heart melting at the sight of the affectionate gesture from his miniature doppelganger.
As the cat jumps into his lap, the jingle of its collar catches Azriel's attention. He glances down and notices the pink collar with a heart-shaped tag that read "Azzie" in delicate letters.
A surprised chuckle escape his lips as he gently pets the kitten, realizing that it has been named after him. The gesture warms his heart, and he can’t help but feel a newfound fondness for the furry little companion.
You walk into the room and are met with the heartwarming sight of Azriel playing with your kitten. A smile spreads across your face as you join in, the three of you engaging in a playful game of chase and pounce. Laughter fills the air as you watch Azriel's eyes light up with joy, his usual stoic demeanor melting away in the presence of the adorable feline.
“Oh, Azzie, you two are so freakin’ cute together, I think I might die,” you gush, clapping your hands in delight.
Azriel looks up, a shy smile gracing his lips. “Yeah, I guess he's not so bad,” he replies, his nerdy, shy charm shining through.
You giggle, scooping up the kitten and holding it close. “He's the best! And he's just like you, Azzie. Quiet, calm and sweet like candy!”
Azriel's cheeks flush slightly at the comparison, but he can't hide the fondness in his eyes as he kisses your cheek before he continues to play with the kitten. Together, the three of you get to know each other better, happy with the new addition to your life.
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Honestly this could be a bathing suit or lingerie, whichever you want-
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