unremarkable;

“My longing was ruby-colored. I wore it around my neck, and everything was drunkenness and dance, every day a kind of drowning— “

[dakota-lloyd]

nathangarrettx‌:

“Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Nathan joked in return, raising a brow though as he watched the feline, he was positive that he was rather harmless right now and couldn’t help but chuckle along at the way he seemed completely unfazed. “I can imagine. It’s gotta be tedious staying in with all that fur while everyone else is enjoying their time outside,” he added, smiling faintly when he got to pet the cat for a moment though he remained alert enough to pull back just in case. “Honestly? I just never really thought about it but I never really had the chance either. My parents never wanted an animal in the house when I was a kid and when I moved out, I didn’t think about it too much but maybe that’s because I don’t know it any other way,” he pondered, now scratching behind the cat’s ear. “How long have you had him?”

Dakota nodded. “My mom’s allergic to like, basically anything that walks on four legs. Kinda sucked, but this little guy is making up for all that lost time.” She watched the man as he knelt down to give the small animal attention. Mowgli leaned into it willingly, arching his spine and letting out a noise of satisfaction. “Not too long, he’s still technically a baby.” She gestured down, “If you’ve got the time now, you should totally look into adopting a cat. They’re super easy."

[dakota-lloyd]

♠♔

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

Dakota has a bunch of small tattoos, in various places on her body. Most of them are the result of night outs and the desire to commemorate magical moments, but some were picked out purely as a whim. She has nine in total, and her favourite is a little succulent to pay tribute to where she grew up, Arizona.

♔ What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

She’s a huge fan of rings, and often layers a bunch. Kota’s grip is heavy and clinks, but she also keeps tiny sleeper hoops in her ears at all times, with two in each ear and has a cartilage piercing as well. If she wears necklaces, it depends entirely on how she’s feeling that day.

[dakota-lloyd]

dilanpolct‌:

Dilan couldn’t help but let the crimson upon her lips twist as the cat roamed the proximity. Though she always preferred dogs to feline’s, she had always welcomed all kinds of animals into her life. Apart from the times when she bore black and needed to be in court less than an hour from now. “I would, but i’m afraid I may never get rid of him if I do so.” Dark hues flicked up towards the woman, brow perked at the mention of socializing the large cat. “But he’s gorgeous, what’s his name?”

“That’s fair,” Dakota said with a smile, reaching down to give the creature a little love. His spine arched delicately, and wide paws planted themselves in the soft earth. This adventure in the outdoors would require a bath later on, but it felt entirely worth it for the enjoyment that they were both having. “This is Mowgli,” the brunette introduced, smiling. “I’m Kota.”

[dakota-lloyd]

thecaracruz‌:

It had been a surprisingly quiet day for Cara, well as much as it could be for a CEO. Her schedule being not as tight as usual meant Cara was going home at an actually reasonable hour, deciding to walk home to her apartment in the afternoon sun. As she walked, her gaze fell on a cat, a cat in a harness and on a lead. Now that was a curious sight.

She’d paused, to look at the cat, when she heard a voice no doubt speaking to her. Her gaze traveled upwards, to meet the eyes of the apparent owner of the cat. “I didn’t mean to stare,” Cara started, taking a few steps closer to crouch down and pet the cat slowly. “It’s just not every day you see a cat on a leash out for a walk,” she continued lightly, amusement pulling her lips up into a smile.

Cara grinned, a hand running over his smooth fur another few moments before pushing herself up to stand. “What’s his name? If you don’t mind me asking,” Cara said then, still grinning from the encounter. Her brow furrowed for a moment in curiosity. “Is he not a particularly social cat? He seems nice enough." 

Dakota shook her head as the other woman spoke, approaching. “It’s definitely not the usual sight,” she said, reaching down to scratch at Mowgli’s head, “You’re not the only person who is staring today.” Her gaze lifted, catching the expressions of most of the passerbys who had their own attentions fixed upon the spotted cat. “So far, everyone’s been super lovely with him, he’s had a great day.”

When she pet him, Kota continued. “Mowgli-- he’s fairly social, but I’m experimenting a little. I’m finishing up school and I’m about to have a lot of free time, I’m considering doing pet therapy with him.” Her hand gestured towards the park, “This felt like a good way to get a feel if he’d be okay with it.”

[dakota-lloyd]

zekehcndrix‌:

“Yeah, I’m good.” He held up his hands a little just wanting the weird scene to pass him on by. “I’m not a cat person.” Zeke’s brow creased as the feline seemed to roman his direction regardless. “Not really a people person either,” he added for good measure as the brunette went on talking. Something in him alerted to the fact that the cat likely sensed his darker nature and would likely claw him than rub against his leg. Much like how dogs sometimes barked and growled over his presence. “What’s with this though? I’ve seen it a few times now, people treating cats like dogs. Just get a dog, yeah?”

Dakota’s brow lifted and she let the lead slacken a bit, allowing Mowgli to roam. The man’s reaction was valid, she supposed-- not everyone was friendly, but still she felt a sense of need to catch him in a conversation. “Don’t have the space for a dog,” she said, reaching down to draw her fingertips along the spotted creature’s spine. “Cats are more self sufficient.” Her head canted, “Do you have a dog?”

[dakota-lloyd]

anastavsia‌:

There were few things that brought genuine smiles to Anastasia’s lips. Animals were probably at the top of that very small list. “Hello there baby.” She cooed, shooting an appreciative smile at his owner before crouching down to gently rub her hand across the cat’s back. “Aw well lucky for him, I love having interactions with animals. Humans…not so much.” She glanced up at her with a teasing grin. She wasn’t lying but she didn’t want to seem rude. “I used to have a cat growing up. Her name was Gigi and she was the sweetest girl.” Ana started, not really being too great at socializing with her own kind but she was going to attempt if it meant she can keep petting an angel. “So…what are your names?”

Dakota grinned as the other woman crouched down, reaching towards Mowgli with a gentility that put her at ease. The exercise was meant to have him become more comfortable with all sorts of people, but still, she felt a flood of anxiousness as to how they would be towards the small creature as well. He responded warmly, ripping into a deep purr. Kota nodded, “He’s actually my first pet, I never had the chance growing up so I really hope I’m doing right by him.” The question made her smile. “Dakota,” she pointed towards her chest, “And that’s Mowgli.”

[dakota-lloyd]

nathangarrettx‌:

“Are you sure he’s not gonna change his mind and attack me? I mean, he already looks like a freaking miniature leopard-tiger hybrid,” Nathan said under a laugh, his brows furrowed as he looked at the rather majestic looking pet before his eyes flickered back to the owner. “It looks like he’s loving it,” he added before crouching hesitatingly. “I never owned a pet,” the male admitted with an almost apologetic half-smile. He’d also never really gotten to know anyone who had a cat so he wasn’t quite sure how to act around them. “Hey there, buddy…,” he mumbled as he reached out, letting the cat sniff his hand before giving him a gentle pet, smiling softly. “How did you come up with the idea of taking him out? I gotta admit, I’ve never seen a cat on a leash before. I had to do a double take.”

“He just might,” Dakota taunted, “I think it’s a chance you’d have to take.” Mowgli had taken the moment to delicately sniff a blade of grass, and she laughed at the unassuming image of a feline. “He really likes it, especially now that it’s getting warmer.” Kota watched the scene carefully, in case Mowgli did in fact, decide to change his mind and scratch. “Not into animals, or just never had the chance?” The question made her lift a shoulder. “I saw a few instagram videos, but the breeder we got him from also suggested it. Apparently Bengals are usually super into the whole outside thing.”

[dakota-lloyd]

lucaromcno‌:

It wasn’t something you saw everyday, a cat on a harness, a cat going on a walk in general but as much as Luca wanted to judge in silence, he didn’t. He didn’t judge the situation because in a way he understood. People loved their animals and if they were willing to do something most wouldn’t for that animal, Luca could only think that they must’ve really cared for the pet. How could you judge someone for that? Smiling down at the cat for a moment, Luca slowly bent down to pet the cat, letting it sniff the back of his hand and fingers before petting it on the head. “Well I’m sure he likes getting out of the house. Most people just leave their cat at home. — Honestly, I think this is the first time I’ve seen someone out with their cat.” The male spoke looking up at the girl, a small smile still playing on his features. “What’s his name?” 

Dakota nodded. “He’s an outdoors kind of creature for sure-- we’ve got a big apartment, but it feels super restricting to keep him trapped in there all the time. I think we’re lucky that he took to the harness super well.” The brunette watched the cat carefully, hoping that he wouldn’t get spooked. “I don’t know if most cats have the personality for it.” She glanced down at him, matching the smile. “Mowgli.”

[dakota-lloyd]

fceless‌:

To say she wasn’t eyeing the small, adorable animal would be a lie. Jinri loved cats especially and was surprised she had gotten for herself at this point, it was just a fear that she would never be able to dedicate as much time to it. “Is that right? It looks like he’s doing a great job so far, what’s his name?” She inquired, the corners of her lips turning upwards into a cheesy smile, bending her knees to be more on the cat’s level. Her hand slowly reached out, softly petting its small head. “How long have you had him?” The brunette paused for a moment, a small laugh leaving her parted lips. “Sorry, it almsot feels like I’m interrogating you at this point and I do that enough on a daily basis.”

Dakota shifted her weight to one hip as the other woman crouched near her cat. The barrage of questions was to be expected-- in fact, she’d already answered the same few about a hundred times that afternoon. It was a bizarre sight, a feline on a lead, and it often lead to curiosity. “This is Mowgli,” Kota replied, nodding as the cat bent to the affection. “I’ve had him for about five months.” The brunette shook her head, “No, it’s fine. He’s one of my favourite topics. Interrogate away.”

[dakota-lloyd]

sidjcmes‌:

There were times where Sid believed her unwavering love for narcotics was coming back to haunt her. A day off meant that it was to be spent in the deepest reaches of a hangover, thusly meaning the night before had been long, arduous and thoroughly enjoyable. Her lungs burned, her jaw was strained and her eyes were doing everything they could to make each blink longer than the last. She’d stepped out to enjoy some fresh air, cigarette hanging from her lip in case it all became too much. Then she saw a sight that brought her right back to LA, a wormhole back to an alien world when all those she met made up their own rules daily; truly Lala land. “You know that’s a cat, right?” Sid placed the cigarette behind her ear and bent herself down to greet the trapped feline. She loved animals and more importantly, they tended to love her. In a way, they shared the joint inability to effectively communicate with humans. Sure she could get what she wanted with ease, but to get herself across was an impossible task. “Can’t promise human interaction today but I’ll try my best.” Unfortunately, there was no verbal response from the cat, instead just an affectionate rub against her outstretched hand. “You doing okay, bud?” He was a gorgeous little thing but that did not stop Sid’s hangover from being unable to comprehend seeing a catch on a leash out in the wild’s of Bellevue. 

Dakota grinned as the woman reached out to pet the little beast. “Yeah, he’s a cat.” She tapped at her lower lip with her free hand, brows tugging in as she struggled to place the exposed tattoos and the crooked smile. “He’ll usually let me know when he’s had enough. You’ve seen those videos of the cats on leads that just let their legs give out, right? Picture that, but more pathetic.” Kota paused, remembering suddenly. “I saw you at the bar the other day. I owe you a drink still.”

[dakota-lloyd]

rhysainswcrth‌:

“A curious cat, huh?” The joke rolled off his tongue before he’d given it much consideration, or been ultimately able to stop it. In truth, Rhys was more of a dog person, given both his own companion and his recent job title. But at the words spoken from the woman, he shrugged his shoulders as he stepped forward, bending down to offer his hand out to the cat. “Why the socialization?”

“Oof,” Kota said immediately, “That’s bad.” Her eyes cast downwards as Mowgli inched forward nervously to sniff at the man’s hand and her lips curved in satisfaction when the animal’s second reaction wasn’t to just dart away. “I don’t really know,” she admitted, “We got him from some really intense animal breeder, she said that to make him become his best self he has to be very social.” Her head canted as the spotted feline rubbed his cheek against the other man’s palm. “Also, I think he genuinely enjoys the walks.”

[dakota-lloyd]

“You can pet him, if you’d like.” Dakota’s gaze flipped from the passerby to near her ankles as she gestured down to the Bengal cat who roamed by her side on a harness and lead. “He’s very curious.” She’d started taking Mowgli out on walks a few weeks ago, and what had started out as an experiment was now becoming a daily ritual. As the cat seemed to outgrow their apartment, it felt only right to introduce him to the real world. The only downside however, was that everyone found the scene either hilarious or foolish. “We’re trying to socialize him more, so any human interactions are welcome.”

[dakota-lloyd]

jocarmichael‌:

There was something about the vintage clothing shop downtown that always drew Jo into its clutches ⏤ maybe it was the smell of old clothes, maybe it was the owner’s lazy eye that made browsing through the thousands of garments filling up the narrow storefront all the more enticing compared to the snazzy designer displays at Nordstrom. Standing at a rack of jackets, Jo lifted a fringed sleeve to her face and inhaled the scent of cow hide and must on a well-worn white leather jacket, as one might draw a deep breath in a meditative state. Her gaze lifted, only to lock eyes with the patron stood opposite her at another rack. Offering a half-hearted shrug, all she could say about being caught in the act was: “I wish I could say this isn’t what it looks like, but it’s exactly what it looks like.” Letting the sleeve drop back down, she smiled sheepishly. “Finding anything good? It’s been a rough go for me today. Usually by now I have an armful of things. Not my luck, I guess.”

Dakota rifled through the collection of motorcycle jackets, grazing her fingers along worn suede and pebbled leather. She’d just paused to assess a belted number when a deep inhalation made her glance up sharply and in concern. The other woman’s expression made her laugh, however. “To each their own, I guess.” Kota lifted the pair of cowboy boots she’d chanced upon earlier, raising them to view. “Only these-- I’m not sure if I’m obsessed yet, but I’m letting Mitski energy lead the way today.”

[dakota-lloyd]

@lloydakota:  mitski said to be the cowboy #chella

[dakota-lloyd]

@quinnnate

Their things were still in the hallway, unpacked, but the first order of business upon returning to their apartment from their weekend in Palm Springs was to flop onto the mattress and catch up on rest that they’d put off over the last few days. Dakota’s hands toyed lazily with his curls, threading them through her fingers as they stretched out. The sun was still up, and it was far too early to fall asleep– leaving the silence between them to stretch comfortably. Kota broke it with a laugh. “Next year, do you think it’ll be you that we go to see?”

[doquenaosei]

[dakota-lloyd]

16, 36, 46?(:

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized?

She’s never had to stay overnight at a hospital, but her longest stint in one was when she was twelve and broke her arm falling out of a tree. 

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Most domestic tasks evade her, to the chagrin of her old roommates and boyfriend. Loading the dishwasher (and then remembering to start it), emptying dryer lint before starting the machine-- she likes to blame it on the fact that she’s simply bad at adulting.

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Often, it’s something about cheating a few more hours of sleep and staying in bed.