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A blog for an undead catfolk woman, loosely tied into TES and D&D, but mostly flexible to change.

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[undead-bobcat]

"I got alchemically enhanced pot brownies. Anyone want one?"

[undead-bobcat]

“Do you...need help with that?” He sheepishly gestured at he leggings. (Misplacedmonster)

Lucy's startled by his presence at first, her short little tail puffing up for a moment before she looked over at him and sat quietly for a moment, she turned her head back to her current struggle and sighed a little.

"What's the point. I'm never gonna look good in them. Not in my current state. I'm too little of a corpse to wear things like lingerie."

Lucy stared at her bony, ragged thighs in disappointment and disgust.

"I'm just not pretty without some kind of spell."

[undead-bobcat]

“Nnnope.” Lucy said flatly, picking a bit of loose thread sticking off the comforter covering her bed where she sat, her skeletal fingers barely able to grip it. She didn’t look at the dress or Yvain for a bit.

“I don’t think its going to fit as well as I want, I’m sorta.. scared... to try it on.” she quietly admitted, the sparks in her eyes still fixed on the bit of magenta thread, fiddling away and looping it around her claw.

“I wish I was normal...” She muttered almost inaudibly, ears drooping slightly. Lucy was so pretty in life, nicely shaped with a face so sweet and cute, soft hands with perfect pink pads. That was centuries ago. She felt like it was even longer than that.

[undead-bobcat]

((AU where Lucy never became undead?))

[undead-bobcat]

Sometimes Lucy likes to wear a glamour that makes her appear as though she had never died. It makes her feel angry, though, as she died in an awful way, and her whole life as a normal person was ripped away from her by the mage she apprenticed under, all for more power.

She would always remember that day when she rose from her shallow grave, walking back in tattered rags with her face gone, save for a few strands of muscle and connective tissue.

She will always remember how unsatisfying is was to take the life of her own murderer. He knew it was her, yes, he begged for his life, but his death wouldn't have brought her back to life.

Lucy hated that fact. She never wanted to die, and if she hadn't been murdered as she was, she'd have lived a normal, happy life, and not risen from the dead only to become even more cruel than her murderer.

[undead-bobcat]

“Do you...need help with that?” He sheepishly gestured at he leggings. (Misplacedmonster)

Lucy's startled by his presence at first, her short little tail puffing up for a moment before she looked over at him and sat quietly for a moment, she turned her head back to her current struggle and sighed a little.

"What's the point. I'm never gonna look good in them. Not in my current state. I'm too little of a corpse to wear things like lingerie."

Lucy stared at her bony, ragged thighs in disappointment and disgust.

"I'm just not pretty without some kind of spell."

[misplacedmonster]

Apparently he’d given good advice. That made him grin just a little under his mask. He was wearing a new one! With cat whiskers!

...He hoped Lucy didn’t find that patronizing.

“Oh, uh...” It’s not like Yvain was the best for fashion advice. Especially with his sweater habit. “Well...I think...the white one! Yeah, that would match better. What else were you gonna wear?”

[undead-bobcat]

Lucy looked at her walk-in closet and pointed at the dress hanging from the doorknob, a deep, wine colored dress with a lace halter overlayed on top of the bodice.

She loved lace, dark purple, and gothic fashion, and the dress ticked off everything. Only thing is that Lucy was absolutely petrified at the thought of of wearing it in public, so much so that she hadn't even tried it on.

She didnt even know if it fit properly, especially on her bottom-heavy figure. Her waist wasn't like that of a model's, her tummy was slightly sunken in and ribs stuck out slightly under her bra.

Lucy was completely self-conscious and scared of what others thought of her appearance.

[undead-bobcat]

"I've been asked 'isnt it illegal to sell organs on the black market?' and I say 'not if you grow them artificially from scratch' which.. Y'know.. I can do.."

[undead-bobcat]

"When someone says 'bite me' I do what the ask, I bite them in the carotid and thrash."

[undead-bobcat]

((Should I continue my rps? I wanna work on stuff more.))

[undead-bobcat]

“Do you...need help with that?” He sheepishly gestured at he leggings. (Misplacedmonster)

Lucy's startled by his presence at first, her short little tail puffing up for a moment before she looked over at him and sat quietly for a moment, she turned her head back to her current struggle and sighed a little.

"What's the point. I'm never gonna look good in them. Not in my current state. I'm too little of a corpse to wear things like lingerie."

Lucy stared at her bony, ragged thighs in disappointment and disgust.

"I'm just not pretty without some kind of spell."

[undead-bobcat]

Lucy ripped her gaze from her legs and looked at Yvain, drowning out her negative thoughts by thinking about what pair of tights she bought would look best with the black lace stockings she bought.

“Sheer pink or solid white?” she asked quietly, carefully removing her skeletal hands away from the lace stockings to pick up two different packaged pairs of tights. 

She stared at them in her hands, considering the options and possible results, as if she were approaching an alchemical experiement.

[undead-bobcat]

"I may be just bones and skin or whatever one might consider it, but I still like dressing up and looking sexy sometimes. Even if I'm undead and dont have the 'meat' to wear certain outfits, I can still try, goddamn it."

She's trying to put on fancy lace stockings, but her skeletal hands keep getting caught on the delicate material. She looks like shes gonna cry.

[poison-n-bones-deactivated20230]

“Don’t even bother with footwear, ain’t worth the struggle.”

Acrid said with a melancholic tone.

“Fer real, ain’t worth it.”

[undead-bobcat]

Lucy growls quietly, sinking her claws through the lace and shredding it angrily.

“I can wear boots and shit just fine, but whenever I try to put on a single nice sock, it gets messed up.”

She throws the unraveled mess of fiber onto the floor.

“Its like a curse that I don’t know about.”

[undead-bobcat]

"Sometimes I wonder what ever happened to my brother. I'd pull together a makeshift vessel for him and resurrect him, but I don't know if he'd appreciate that."

Lucy stares blankly at the wall, "He knew that I died. I dont know if he ever learned about my resurrection. I think if he saw me now, he'd be horrified."

[undead-bobcat]

“Do you...need help with that?” He sheepishly gestured at he leggings. (Misplacedmonster)

Lucy's startled by his presence at first, her short little tail puffing up for a moment before she looked over at him and sat quietly for a moment, she turned her head back to her current struggle and sighed a little.

"What's the point. I'm never gonna look good in them. Not in my current state. I'm too little of a corpse to wear things like lingerie."

Lucy stared at her bony, ragged thighs in disappointment and disgust.

"I'm just not pretty without some kind of spell."

[undead-bobcat]

((Pssst... send asks...))

[undead-bobcat]

"I may be just bones and skin or whatever one might consider it, but I still like dressing up and looking sexy sometimes. Even if I'm undead and dont have the 'meat' to wear certain outfits, I can still try, goddamn it."

She's trying to put on fancy lace stockings, but her skeletal hands keep getting caught on the delicate material. She looks like shes gonna cry.

[undead-bobcat]

"Pour hydrogen peroxide down your drain at night. Why? I accidentally introduced a necromatic flesh colony into the sewer system and it's probably going to try and come up your drains to try and consume, assimilate and take the shape any organic matter it can find in your house."

[undead-bobcat]

"Do this so you can step into your shower the next day and slip, fall, and crack your skull and chip four different teeth when you hit your face on the marble vanity."