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Once the first payment goes through, the commission cannot be cancelled (Due to scamming concerns I cannot offer refunds!)
Large changes(Poses, subjects, add-ons) can only be made during the sketching phase!
I will send multiple progress photos and we will have a consultation beforehand to iron out most of the details!
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Portraits can take a little while to finish(If I'm only working on one try to expect it within 2-4 weeks, If I'm working on several it might be longer), but with Cat drawings those will usually be done within a week or two!
Please be patient with me I'm in college and I get busy :(
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THINGS I NEED TO KNOW(Portraits)
SUBJECT + POSE - Any reference photos you have! The more details you provide, the better I can understand and deliver what you want!
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BACKGROUND - I can offer No background, Solid Color, Blurred Photos, or Patterns! Can't do more detailed background sadly :(
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CHOICES - Pick 5 from the list and let me know
ADDITIONS - Adding more cats, making them fat/fluffy
SPECIFICS - Making it look like a specific cat, any other things you might really want to add, etc!
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idk if this is a weird ask to receive but i have a set of foster kittens named after magnus archives characters and one of them was named Elias because I thought he looked like your Elias cosplay but like. as a kitten.
So you've inspired a kitten name! Good for you! :D
This is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. Thank you.
Here he is! His name is Elias Bouchard, he once climbed up my entire body because i was not fast enough making dinner, he loves to stick his face in other peoples faces, he loves the taste of his siblings eye medicine so he tries to eat it out of their eyes, he purrs like a motorcycle, and he has taken it upon himself to trap his siblings after mealtimes for involuntary bath time!
He also regularly terrorizes the kitten named Jonathan, and regularly gets the shit beat out of him by the kitten named Daisy. They're very lore accurate kittens.
So for my final project in a ceramics class, I had to make a jug with whatever decoration I wanted.
May I present to you
āØ Jugathan Sims āØ
He is terrible at being a jug and he got weirdly milky in the kiln. Both of those are entirely my fault but in my defense I've never made a jug before. He's good at holding flowers though!
(Progress photos under the cut!(All pictures blurred and edited weird for privacy))
so here he is without any eyes...
...and here he is underglazed!
It was a really fun project tbh. took me a really long time.
Would you like to join my Axolotl Cult? (I would also love to see Axolotl Michael, that is, if you want to IDC)
my mama always told me not to join cults but Iām not sure an axolotl would have enough braincells to get me. Im sure my hubris will not get me this time.
Axolotl Michael?? As in Michael Distortion?? Give me a minute.
just a one-shot about Jonathan Sims finding a kitten on his way to work and how it becomes the Archive Office Cat!
Word Count: 3,155 words
(PSA: As much as I understand the urge to bring a kitten into the workplace and be gay and sad about it, I do not condone Jonathan Sims' Actions. If you find a kitten somewhere without it's mother and it looks young enough to need bottle feeding, don't take it from where it is! You might separate it from its mother, who can usually raise it better than you can. Keep an eye on it from far away if you desire, but unless it's been several hours with no mother present, do not take it with you!)
Jon found the kitten on a terrible, rainy day. The rain wasn't unusual, it always rained here, but today was worse than he'd seen in a while.
It was just his luck, really. He had an umbrella, a very nice one in fact! But sometime in the past few weeks it just fucked off to god knows where and he was left to make his journey to the institute with just his coat in the pouring rain. A wonderful situation to feel sorry for himself, sure, but quite inconvenient when he was trying to get to work.
Just as he was sulking down the sidewalks, bemoaning how he'd be itchy all day after this, he hears it. A slightā¦ squealing noise? It stops him dead in his tracks, something akin to fright bubbling deep in his stomach( he isn't paranoid, anyone would get spooked by something like that).
The sound came from an alley and he was perfectly willing to write it off as a rat and move on with his wretchedly damp day, until he heard it make a noise startlingly similar to a mew. Cursing his own curiosity, he ducked into the alley and scanned it for any sign of the noise.
"Hello?" He's not sure why he calls out to the empty alley. There were no people and anything else that could understand him was probably not something he would want to speak to. He is answered, however, by a squeak.
It's coming from underneath a cardboard sheet propped up against a dumpster. Approaching it with as much caution as he felt was warranted (wielding a pen from his pocket like a knife), he flipped over the cardboard to reveal what was underneathā¦
ā¦ only to be met with a tiny, shaking, and sopping wet kitten.
The poor thing was filthy. It's fur might have been orange, if not for the dirt and grime it was covered in. It stared up at him with tiny eyes, shivering from the cold, and his heart lurched.
Jonathan Sims was not a sentimental man. But when he tentatively reached out a hand to the tiny kitten curled up next to the dumpster and it cuddled into his touch, he just about melted.
That was how he found himself running through the streets of London toward the Magnus Institute in the pouring rain while clutching a shaking kitten to his heart.
He barely acknowledges anyone as he walks through the halls, keeps his head down, and most certainly does not tell them why his arms are folded like that. Of course, it's just his luck that when he walks through the door to the archives, Martin is already at his desk. He swiftly ignores Martin's friendly "Good morning, Jon!" and blocks himself inside his office, shutting the door behind him and ignoring how his stomach twinges with guilt as he sees confusion wash over his face.
Jon clears off whatever was on his desk, pushing aside whatever statement he was meaning to record today and pulling off his jacket, using it to bundle up the kitten and setting the whole bunch on the desk.
The kitten poked its head out of the bundle, calling out with a truly pathetic mew. The sound twists Jon's heart. What is he supposed to do know? He barely managed to eat his own breakfast this morning, what was he going to do with a kitten? When he was younger he had a cat, so he knew the basics of taking care of one, but this was a kitten. A baby cat! They need different things! And he didn't know what those things were!
He reached out to cradle the kitten in his palms, and found that his hands were shaking nearly as much as the kitten. He struggled to see the poor, grimy thing through his watery eyes(when did he start crying?) and his breath came in sharp, quick gulps. He couldn't do this. This kitten would die. This poor, innocent kitten would starve and die in his hands because he couldn't take care of it. It was his fault. Why couldn't he just walk past the alley? Surely somebody better would have come along("Jon?"), someone who knew how to take care of this shaking mess("Jon, you're shaking!"), someone who could stay calm for a goddamn minute to figure out what to do("Hey, hey, are you alright?"). Someone, anyone, except forā
"Jon!"
A hand(warm. warm and soft) lightly shakes his elbow and he flinches hard. His hands, still shaking, fly up to guard the defenceless kitten fromā¦ Martin?
Martin startled back, evidently not expecting Jon to look at him like the archivist was being hunted for sport.
"Sorry! Sorry. You just seemed off when you came in today and you've been in here for so long with barely a sound and so I came in to check on you and you were shaking and I got really worried and Iā" Martin cut himself off, noticing the small scrap of fluff peering out from between Jon's fingers.
"Is that a kitten?"
Jon looked back from Martin to the kitten in his coat, staring at it like he'd never seen it in his life despite snatching it off the street barely an hour ago.
"Iā¦" The words felt like sandpaper in his dry throat. "I found it on the way here."
Martin seemed weirdly alright with Jonathan bringing a kitten into the Archives. Together they tried to research what to do with it, which eventually led to Martin running to a nearby pet store to pick up kitten formula while Jonathan tried to give the poor thing a bath.
The sink in the break room of the archives proved a suitable bathtub for the kitten. With some dish soap and warm water, an article from a far-too-flowery website on how to bathe kittens, and half a clue of what he was doing, he managed to get the kitten clean enough. The website stressed how important it was to keep the kitten warm after it was wet, so Jon bundled the poor thing up in the softest towels they had and kept it settled firmly on a heating pad he kept in his office, one he used when his joints were particularly bothering him. He wrapped a spare sweater around the whole bundle and kept it cradled in his arms. He figured that was probably warm enough
The kitten was surprisingly fluffy. Once the dirt and grime was off it, it revealed an adorable orange and white coat alongside a light pink nose and a pair of bleary blue eyes. Jon cradled it in his arms, barely even moving until Martin came back with the formula.
"Awwww," Martin cooed at the kitten, who just stared up at him, blinking slowly, "Look at you all cleaned up!"
"It was a terrible process. I don't know which one of us hated it more." Jon groaned.
"Sounds typical for a cat. I wonder if it's hungry."
"I can't imagine it isn't."
"Well I found some formula at the store and the woman working there told me that a kitten this small should be bottle-fed, so I got one of those too. I can make some."
"Thank you, Martin."
Martin chirped a reply that Jon admittedly did not hear, entirely focused on the kitten. It had stopped shaking now that it was properly warmed up, and was kneading the dish towel it was rolled up in. What a wonder that something so small could still have claws that sharp.
Eventually, Martin came back with a tiny bottle full of milk and set it down on the desk. He pulled up a website on Jon's laptop, one of those flowery ones that Jon used to figure out how to bathe the damn thing, and found an article on how to feed it.
Jon hummed, rubbing a finger between the kitten's ears. "How old do you think it is?"
Martin looked between a diagram on the website and the kitten for a moment, "The website says it should be about two weeks old? See how the ears aren't quiteā¦ cat ear shaped?"
Two weeks. Logically, Jon knew that a kitten this small would have to be really young. But the reality that this tiny fluffy creature in his arms didn't even exist at the beginning of the month wasā¦ jarring, to say the least.
"Alright. So how do we feed this thing?" Jon looked up to find Martin staring at him. Martin, surprised at being caught, cleared his throat and looked back to the computer.
"Right. Yes. Feeding."
Apparently the way to feed this thing was to put on it's stomach and to sort ofā¦ bottle feed it? Like one might bottle feed a baby? Neither Jon nor Martin had ever fed a baby before and the website was being frustratingly vague about the whole ordeal.
"Just like. Take how you would normally feed a baby and then just.. rotate it!"
"I have never fed a baby before, Martin. That's the tenth time you've said that, now if you could just hush and let me figure this outā"
"Figure what out?"
"What about a baby?"
Sasha and Tim, finally arriving(really, they were on time, Jon and Martin just preferred to get there early these days), poked their heads into Jon's office. The difference between their reactions would have almost been comical if Jon wasn't fighting for his life trying to feed this poor hungry creature. Sasha's eyebrows shot up to her hairline and she looked absolutely bewildered while Tim's face lit up like a small child being given a mountain of sweets.
"Do we have an office kitten now?!" Tim was far too excited about the idea, and Jon honestly couldn't say he was opposed to it himself. The logistics of it, however, were far too complicated for him right now, so all he managed to choke out was a strangled "I don't know."
"Sorry to butt in," Sasha piped up from her place by the door, "But what was that about a baby?"
Martin explains the situation to Sasha. As much as he knew anyway. Jon hadn't actually told him much. They were trying to feed the kitten now, but couldn't seem to get it to 'latch' properly.
"The website says it's like feeding a baby, but neither of us have actually.. fed a baby before?" The last part wasn't truly a question, Jon noticed, but Martin had a habit of making his sentences sound like questions. It only recently started bothering him, not in the least because usually Martin was right about the things he was questioning.
Tim's eyes went wider, if possible. "I've got this." He snatched the bottle from Jon's hand(with much protesting from Jon) and knelt down in front of the kitten. "One of my friends had a baby like. Three years back and she let me bottle feed him a few times."
"That doesn't feel like a 'got this' level of experience." Jon's point was quickly waved off.
It took much arrogance on his part, much fussing from both Martin and Jon(moreso from the latter), and a few bewildered tips from Sasha, but the four idiots managed to get the kitten to latch. Much to Jon's chagrin and slight relief, though he would rather die than admit it.
Tim instructed Jon to take the bottle, the two of them doing an awkward pass without disturbing the kitten before he swiftly left Jon's office. To do what, Jon couldn't guess. He wouldn't try anyway. He was far too distracted with the tiny wonder taking place in his lap.
The kitten was evidently quite hungry. Dead focused on the bottle and no longer shaking, it was honestly one of the most adorable things he'd ever seen in his life. He barely even heard Martin and Sasha cooing at the kitten, only focused on how it's tiny ears twitched back every time it swallowed.
He only snapped out of his daze when a bright flash of light and the telltale sound of an iPhone camera shutter. Jon whipped his head up to see Tim standing in the door of his office holding up his phone.
Tim simply laughed at the withering glare Jon gave him.
Once the kitten was done eating, which took a surprisingly long time("How could such a little thing possibly eat that much?" Sasha marvelled as the kitten gulped down the last remaining formula.), it seemed quite content, bleary eyed and yawning(effectively immobilising four grown adults with how cute it was in the process). Jon had since set the bottle down on his desk, gently petting the kitten with one hand. It evidently thought that wasn't enough, as it wobbled and crawled(with surprisingly sharp claws) up the front of his shirt with a few pitiful mews. He reached up to cradle it, half to make sure it wouldn't fall and half to make sure that it wouldn't poke holes in his chest with the tiny razor blades attached to it's feet.
"Oh my god." Tim reached for his phone again but stopped at the look that Jon shot him. He had long since settled down on the floor, the group apparently deciding that Jon's office was where they were going to spend their day.
"I guess it's tired now?" Martin looked back to the website (actually a different one now, Sasha decided that the one they had found wasn't good enough). "I don't think kittens that age really stay awake for long stretched at a time."
"I can imagine it's quite exhausting, being that little." Jon mused.
"What should we name it?" Sasha had joined Tim on the floor a while ago. She fetched her laptop and was now doing her own research into taking care of a kitten.
"That's assuming we can keep it." Martin countered before shooting a hopeful look at Jon. Actually, all of the assistants where looking at him like a child begging to get a puppy(or kitten, he supposed).
He probably should have said no. The archives were no place for a cat, how could they possibly hope to take care of a kitten alongside all the other work they needed to do, and on top of all that, would they even be allowed to have an archival cat?
He should have said no.
Instead, he looked down at the kitten, now snuggled securely against his heart, and hummed.
"We'd have to name it something respectable, of course. I'll not have a kitten running around the archives with an absurd name."
Jonathan Sims was not a sentimental man, but he could feel an involuntary smile break across his cheeks at the looks of sheer delight that shone across the archival assistants.
The debate of what to name the kitten lasted forty-five minutes, until Jon kicked everybody out of his office so he could work. Of course, it didn't stop then and after several hours(and Tim being banned from suggesting names), the kitten was dubbed "Lieutenant Apricot", and he seemed quite alright with it.
Lieutenant Apricot needed to be fed a few more times throughout the day, all done by Jon, who was extremely unwilling to give up Apricot to anybody else. Any mentions of small mewing or purring in the recorded statement that day, or in fact any day following it, should be strictly kept to oneself.
Every so often somebody else would stop by Jon's office, mainly to see the Lieutenant. Martin stopped by most often, usually bringing a cup of tea or some sort of snack.
Nearing the end of the workday, Jon had gotten through everything he was likely going to finish in one day and took a moment to lean back in his chair and give some scratches to the kitten on his chest. He got up a few times throughout the day to reheat the heating pad, and the warmth combined with the bundle of fluff contentedly purring away next to his head was lulling him into a deep exhaustion(one that he was almost certainly feeling prior to this moment, but refused to acknowledge).
Lieutenant Apricot was quite pleased by all of this, basking in the warmth and affection he likely never received on the streets. The thought make an unfamiliar pang of sadness creep through Jon's chest. With London weather, especially during autumn, this poor creature had likely never known this kind of warmth.
Never Again. Jonathan Sims could not promise much most days, and he wouldn't desire to if he could. But to this tiny creature that stared up at him with those tiny blue eyes, he would promise that much. He'd keep Apricot safe, and warm, and happyā¦
ā¦And based off of the shy mass of ginger curls peeking around his door, he wouldn't be doing it alone.
Lieutenant Apricot turned out to be a rather wonderful Archival Cat. He spent most of his time prancing around the offices, meowing at anything that caught his attention. He adored people, and very quickly they started having to supply the archives with lint rollers, as the Lieutenant grew into a shockingly fluffy cat that would take every chance to shed that fluff on the people working there. He'd also shed on people that came in to make statements, who often found it quite comforting to have a giant heap of fluff purring in their laps while they recounted some of the most traumatic events of their lives. Elias eventually found out about the Lieutenant when he came down to the archives for an unexpected visit and found the cat lounging on the edge of Sasha's desk. He pointedly turned the other way, electing to never mention the cat.
Though Apricot adored all of the archivists, his favourite was always Jon. Jon suspected it was because of that first moment next to the dumpster, when he elected to make one of the best decisions he made in years and brought him to the archives.
Jonathan Sims was not a sentimental man, but the warmth of Lieutenant Apricot curled on his lap, or around his shoulders and the ringing meow that he so frequently 'spoke' to the archivists with made the hells that this place put him through seem just a bit more manageable.
(AN: this is not only the first piece of fanfiction i've ever put online, but also the first piece of fanfiction ive ever written. so please be nice to me. please. hope you enjoyed! please talk to me about this podcast i am so normal about this podcast)
I'll be honest i never understood adults being surprised at how much I grew when they saw me until my family got an axolotl. I left for a week and came back and the little shit grew knees and spacial awareness.
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