#cat traits

[meowingmad]

Cat Traits: Black Series Fur Colors

Pt: Cat Traits: Black Series Fur Colors

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These are flags meant to portray any cat with this trait. It can be used for genders, kin, whatever! Can be mixed and matched with future trait flags.

BLACK

pt: Black

A flag for cats with black fur.

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CHOCOLATE

Pt: Chocolate

A flag for cats with chocolate fur.

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CINNAMON

Pt: Cinnamon

A flag for cats with cinnamon fur.

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@radiomogai @flutteringwings-coining

[sillychatonnoir]

✨️Lukadrinette scenario✨️

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There's a particular vibe that all three of them enjoy more than anything in this world. That moment when Marinette is sewing one of her new designs, and the sound of the sewing machine's mechanism creates a somewhat soothing melody, Marinette's machine is kind of loud, but Luka and Adrien are not afraid of some noise. The constant sound is comforting because it's the sound of their girlfriend's passion. Luka hums some melody that Adrien can't recognize, but he figures the musician will be showing them the new song as soon as Marinette can allow herself a break. Adrien's eyes are closed, he hears the sewing machine and he is close enough to enjoy the humming, he has his own contribution, Luka is softly scratching his head, playing with his hair, so the influence of his miraculous kicks in and he starts to purr.

Sewing machine. Humming. Purring.

It would be so easy for that to turn into a disgusting cacophony, an overwhelming mix of sounds, but the pitch is just right in every single one of them to make it a harmony instead, all of them contributing to the lovely vibe in the room that makes them feel just like home.

[elorwen]

I am thinking of writing a fanfic on the movie Hellboy (2008) with Nuada as the love interest. I have written the prologue so here it is! Tell me what you think of it.

It has been years since I escaped them, decades even, but I could never forget what they did. Each morning, as I wake up, I am reminded by my appearance that I could never go back to my past life. I knew that very well, I was no longer human and there was nothing I could do about it.

It had been a quiet night as I was getting home from school. Two men grabbed me on the dark streets and knocked me out. When I woke up, it was in a dark cell with a throbbing headache. I soon learned that I was in an illegal genetic facility. They took children and teenagers from the streets to experiment on them.

The researchers injected me with so many different animal genetics that I didn't know if I was more animal than human anymore. My body began to change and grew limbs and features I did not have before. The process was painful and almost drove me mad. I heard my bones cracking and twisting as my appearance changed, I heard my skin ripping as new bones and muscles were created, I heard my screams as the scientist studied and laughed at me like I was a lab rat.

As months passed, I grew wings… Large powerful barn owl wings. I also began to feel my nails getting tougher and longer, my teeth getting sharper and my eyes adjusted better to the dark. I grew a tail, a mix between fur and feathers covered it and the end split in feathered tail fins. I watched my body change without knowing what would grow next. A russian roulette of new features…

Years had passed and I began to accept my new body, finding that some features were actually not that bad. Night vision is a big plus when you are constantly in the dark. I had become used to the lack of sleep and the constant visit of my captors, but nothing could have prepared me for that.

They came to my cell and they took me to a new room, a cleaner one. It sent chills down my spine. I fought against their hold on me but they still managed to strap me to the medical table at the center of the room, not without casualties though… Three men fell at my claws and one got his breath knocked out by my wing.

I was feral, struggling against the restraint with violent shakes and tugs. I snarled and for the first time in this facility, I did not mind the animal sound that came out of me.

The researchers were moving around me in silence as they ignored my growls and snarls. Suddenly one approached me with a syringe full of gold liquid and my eyes widened in fear. I tried to snap my teeth at him but nothing I did permitted me to reach him. The man injected me with the substance and instantly I felt a burning pain starting from my neck and spreading to all of my body.

I had never experienced such pain before, it was much stronger than anything they had done before. I screamed as all my limbs felt like they were on fire. The only thing that kept me from fainting was my resolve to stay awake when someone was near. I had soon learned that sleep was one of my biggest enemies here. It left you vulnerable, completely at their mercy.

Minutes passed and the pain went away gradually. As soon as my cries and screams died down, they threw me back in my cell. I had no strength left and simply fell on the floor. My eyes closed and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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I woke up to an explosion. That was a new sound and my lips quirked in something that looked like a grimace but was a smile. I could only imagine that it meant that one of their machines had blown up in their face and it brought great joy to me, even in my weakened state.

My short-lived joy was renewed when I heard screams and gunshots. The researchers never used guns on us, we were too precious to them for that. It meant that someone else had entered the facility. I got to my feet in a struggle and clutched the bars of my cell as I watched the chaos unfold before me. My captors were running away from men in military gear.

The guards of the facility were taken by surprise and didn’t have time to react and fight back as they were shot and killed. I grinned as I watched the downfall of my persecutors. The carnage was finished in half an hour and all of the sane prisoners, including me, stayed silent as we watched the men that killed our previous captors.

We didn’t know if we had to feel relieved or scared. Suddenly, a man with round glasses and curly brown hair stepped before my cell. I watched with a curious but guarded gaze as he looked over me. His eyes widened and he clutched his book and rosary tightly. “What happened to you? All of you?” he asked me softly as he gestured to all of the cells.

I stared at him for a bit and straightened my back as I spread my wings. “God left this place a long time ago.” I replied as I watched him with wary eyes. “We are not his creations anymore, but theirs.” I finished as I gestured to the dead men.

“How old are you, my child?” he asked with a softer tone. My heart leapt in my throat and I clenched my teeth. “What year is it?” I asked in a whisper. His eyes widened slightly and softened in realization. “Today is the 9th of october 1967.” I stayed silent for a moment and my eyes watered slightly. Its been two years, two fucking years of torture. I wanted to scream, let all my rage and pain out, but all I managed to croak out was: “I will be nineteen in december.”

The man’s eyes softened even more and he glanced at the armed men behind him. He shooed them with his hand and they left with reluctant steps. He turned back to me and smiled in reassurance. “I am professor Trevor Bruttenolm, or as many call me, professor Broom. What is your name, little angel.” he said as he introduced himself. The nickname went straight to my heart and a tear fell down my cheek. I scoffed and sniffled as I wiped my cheek. I had not allowed a single tear to fall in the presence of my captors, I would not give them this pleasure, but now, those words and his tone made me crack. “Frederika, Frederika Walsh.” I replied with a small smile. “And I am no angel, professor.”

He smiled and waved his hand dismissively. “When I see a young and beautiful girl with wings like yourself, I can’t help but see an angel.” He replied with a sincere tone. I sniffled once more and looked at him with grateful eyes. “I am from the B.P.R.D., it stands for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. There, you could be welcomed and safe,” he continued with a small hopeful smile. “All of you could.”

My gaze became harder and I stepped back. “But at what cost?” I asked as I heard the others agree and pace in their cell. The professor saw my change in demeanor and frowned in disappointment at the fact that he was unable to earn my trust. “Freedom. Freedom is the cost.”

I clenched my teeth and glared at him. “There is a facility in Antarctica ready to welcome all of you, but if you go there, it will be forever,” he continued with a sad smile. I heard some sighs and defeated sounds from the others as I watched the professor with a neutral gaze. “There is another option,” he added quickly.

I raised an eyebrow at him and waited for him to continue. “Work for us and you could roam the world.” I inhaled sharply and clutched the bars of my cell. “I want in,” I said immediately. The professor smiled and looked around the cells. All the others shook their heads no and chose Antarctica. He nodded and asked for each of us to be released but kept under watch.

He personally opened my cell and I stepped out quickly. I looked back at the awful cell and watched as all the others got out. We were only five sane prisoners, all the others were either dead or turned into mindless beasts. I took a deep breath and gave a small nod accompanied by a smile to the professor. He smiled and gestured for us to follow him. “Let’s go home.”

Home. A word I had forgotten. A word that I would soon use frequently.

[hcttrick]

**~ Lyney - Headcanon - Cat Traits ~**

I image Lyney to secretly have scottish fold cat ears like his sister, only hidden well with magic. Whenever he becomes embarrassed, his human ears will vanish and the cat ears will appear under his top hat if lifted.

He also has a tail but it's small and fluffy compared to Lynette's, it's highly sensitive so if touched, Lyney will fight to let out a slight nya or squeak.

He will then blush as red as a tomato and try to hide as he fears people might deem him as a freak as he looks so human to most, when no one is around when he relaxes at the House of the Hearth, he will stretch out like a cat due to traits and habits.

It's one of his quirks of being a hybrid, he does have toe beans but only if his gloves and boots are removed are they visible.

His eyes reflect at night, appearing brighter than they do during the day as it helps him see when achieving missions with Lynette for Father. The pupils are slit like, one of his hidden traits.

His nails are sharp like claws, he doesn't want to hurt anyone so he wears gloves as he fears that his claws will scratch those he cares about by accident.

His teeth are needle point if his mouth is open, he is wary to show them to anyone. Only when he is mad do they show, even more when he or family is threatened.

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Figured this be nice to chat about, hope you all enjoy and Hoyo needs to make a cat boy!! 🎩🔥 🐱

[drama-glob]

Happy early birthday @charsawdeath! I gift this drawing to you, so I hope you enjoy the cat traits displayed by Fizz here as well as him laying in his special crate with your OC babies of theirs, Tiras and Tango. ^_^<3<3<3

@pastaprincess @my-dark-lord @lagomorphlady Hope you enjoy the drawing too. ^_^<3<3<3 Poor Fizz though on being scared. ;)

[edwardenygmayin]

Snippets with Solane, Day 2 - Picture prompt

I guess, you need some explanation? Me and solaneandbawb do snippets in Discord every day and to make it more interesting and challenging, every day we have a different challenge. This time it was a snippet based on Picture but since I fell asleep after writing it, I couldn't post it right away and doing it only now.

The picture in particular is here:

So... the snippet itself:

There was something hiding in his chest, the feeling of something unnatural when he was looking at his partner in particular moments. Something not light and really clingy. He! He deserved to be there, not that cat! Not that obnoxious, arrogant, insolent orange cat who - that little piece of fur - was melting under each touch of his partner and dared to purr, to meow, demanding her attention to him. The jealousy. That what it was called. Maybe even some envy, but jealousy took a lot of space in his chest, leaving only a few squares spare for something else. He needed to do something! Something that will distract Ladybug from the cat and turn her attention to him. Of course, violent measures were out of the option because: a) He would commit a crime by doing this and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for; b) Ladybug wouldn't forgive him for this; c) The cats don't deserve that kind of expression from the people because the cats were the best. But how could he grab her attention? Chat looked at the cat closer, observing each movement that he did with a frown. After 5 more minutes of observation, Chat decided that it was time to do his own move... To say that Ladybug wasn't impressed would be the same as saying that Hawkmoth was clearly not a designer outside of the costume. Each of his attempts to make her scratch his back or behind his fake ears caused her eyebrows rise higher and higher. "You're not a cat, Chat," Ladybug said to him after he failed to do a wiggle that cats do when they want people to pet their belly. "You're a human in a first place, but I appreciate your attempt to act like a real cat. You didn't have to pretend someone else if you wanted me to talk with you." Why? Why she was so perfect? How could he fell again in the well of those charming blue eyes with no way out of there? He could only continue to stare in them and dream about something distant.

[has-brain-rot]

Cat Spamton

SO as people may or may not know Spamton’s attacks are of the Cat-Element. THEREFORE it’s entirely plausible that he’d have some cat behaviours! Here’s a short list of some!

Purring! Purring is the most obvious, and for good reason!

Cat-Blink! The cat-blink is the blink that cats do when they feel safe, where they’ll look at another being and close their eyes at them for a long blink. This in cat-language can be translated as an “love you“ sign, but also could be a great way to show trust! Remember, cats are still technically prey animals, therefore the closing of eyes is a big deal for them

Kneading! Or, less specifically, some sort of stimming! While kneading isn’t the exact same thing for cats as stimming is for humans, it wouldn’t be a large stretch to say that as a cat-elemental, Spamton might do it (or variations of it). This doesn’t have to be limited to only hand-based/pressure-based stims, but others too

Hissing! Perhaps when startled, Spamton hisses. He has the feral vibes for it

[critical-thinking-is-mandatory]

lmao i’d like to see a ml fanfic where adrien gets extra cat-like traits and behaviours and he just. starts ‘marking his territory’ or feeling the overwhelming urge to pee on everything because that’s what un-neutered cats do. they pee on everything.