cat pupils

I submitted a student a while back, the one with gold in her eyes whose family joked that she wasn't human. She's back! (I am sorry for taking liberties, it's just that I love this whole thing.)

They watch her in horror.

She does not wear iron (Her mother’s stories and beliefs were right, it seems. Iron hurts her in a way she does not want to explain.) and the rules her sister taught her all seem to cause her more trouble than it’s worth. Salt damages her hands, makes her bleed and sore, and so she goes without.

She does not carry the protections that the others do and seeing someone so easily disregard the safety measures makes them nervous. She walks in places they are terrified of, alone and unharmed, and no one wants to question why. The gold in her eyes flashes in the darkness and she carries a book in her arms. Pages and pages of drawings, of things seen in her dreams and a world she knows more intimately than her own.

(Her mother still writes her letters, but they treat her as if she never held any power over her.)

(It would seem that the jokes were truths and never something to be laughed at.)

Her golden rings, worn in her eyes, expand until the blue is all but gone. The effect is striking and some believe her to have been replaced but she is the same as she ever was. There was no replacement for her, no sweet words luring her off into Their world.

Her world.

She is stuck between the two and being as odd as she is does her no favors. Too much humanity in her spirit to be right as a Them, too much Other to belong to humans. Trapped in between, this is where she belongs.

(One day, far into the future, she will be faculty and no one will ever tear her from Elsewhere. This is her home now, and she will remain.)

One girl watches her, eyes pinned on her hands as she draws, and she sighs. An audience is not what she wanted. Everyone chooses how to react to her, of course, but she wishes that some would choose to ignore, like everyone else.

The girl approaches her and she looks up, meeting eyes similar to her own, cat pupils and orange. “You have a wonderful talent,” the girl says softly. She recognizes her now, realizes that she looks like someone who isn’t there anymore.

One of Them, one who wanted to be in the world for a while.

“You praise my talents,” she says quietly. Never say Thank You, the rules echo in her head. She wonders if the rules apply to someone who has always belonged.

Both of them grin, two sets of teeth too sharp for humans.

They are never seen apart again.

(Stories will be told of them, to be sure, but they will always be phrased as, ‘Did you meet the professor’s wife yet?’)

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Changeling Study (Eyes)

So besides being able to turn into s human what makes a Changeling so different from a troll? Well a big difference I think is their eyes. Changelings have yellow or green eyes (the sclera) and thin cat like pupils instead of round.

Both Strickler and NotEnrique have yellow eyes. Strickler is shown with mostly yellow eyes, but turn green in the dark. However, Nomura is only shown with green eyes, even in the light.

Except Gladysgro did have the correct color, but had rounded pupils/irises, however she was a minor character and it seems they reused a background troll model for her.

The same goes for two other background trolls. They have thin pupils, but they just seem to be a slightly modified version of Numora’s model.

So aside from Gladysgro and two background trolls, changelings having slit pupils is constant. They have yellow and green Sclera with either red or black irises or pupils. With the exception of Nomura we can assume Chnagelings mostly have yellow Sclera that glow green in the dark. And the only reason we see regular trolls with slit pupils and Gladysgro with rounded pupils is because they are resided character models.

Some of my favorite Digi-Jack things I remember talking about or vaguely remember talking about with just myself or other people.

  • Newest edition: Digis doing the glowing cat eye things when the light catches them right.
  • Cat pupil dilation thing in excitement or ready to attack. Really just a variety of emotions.
  • Laser pointers. Digis chasing after the damnable red dot that evades them so. Also said dot being used for mischief and leading the Digis to straight up tackling people down.
  • Digis purring. Purring when they are relaxed. Purring when they are happy. Purring when they are sleeping. Cute purring from them.
  • They do the blep thing and don’t even notice.
  • Digis making cat noises all the time. Little chitters and squeaks and murrr sounds and the like. 
  • Honestly they pick up all this stuff from Timothy and his cats. They are very impressionable.
  • Hissing and baring teeth like cats. Even worse with the glowing cat eye thing.
  • Stretching like cats.
  • Enjoy warmth and will find comfy warm spots.
  • Demand attention all the time. All the time. All. The. Time.
  • Will gladly use Timothy as a pillow whenever they please. They trap him in the middle. He’s stuck in snuggle time now. Can’t escape.
  • Will sit on him and stare and wait for him to wake up and scare the hell outta him in the process.
  • They are very much trouble makers. Innocent trouble makers. Like to play pranks and jokes on people. Think it’s fun.
  • Get into the oddest places I tell you what.
  • Very animated and excitable about even some of the smallest things.
  • Has as great of a love for cats as Timothy.
  • They are like children and are always learning new stuff. They ain’t human so they are learning all the time. They try their best.
  • Okay this list could keep going on but you get my meaning.
todays science experiment: do tchallas eyes do the cat thing where his pupils get big when he sees a laser pointer dot???? only one way to find out
Fanfic: Lord Zarkon is Never Ready (1)

Summary: Despite the peace in the universe, Zarkon is famous for his fighting prowess and readiness to face his opponents. But when it comes to Keith, he is never ready. 

An AU where the Voltron universe is a peaceful universe, Zarkon is the Black Paladin he was supposed to be and the only things he hate with passion are Coran’s goo and a boy named Takashi Shirogane. (Shiro is out from the 2nd chapter.)

***Inspired by @inariazuha’s works.  ***Thank you for the permission to credit!


### Lord Zarkon is not Ready for Invasion ###

Zarkon was the emperor of the Great Galra Race, feared by many and respected by the equally strong Altea Kingdom. But such strong emperor had one opponent he could never predict:

His trusted advisor’s son.

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amethystprimrose99-deactivated2  asked:

I just finished reading your addition to that big Miraculous meta discussion, and I was wondering if you had any ideas to offer about L’imposteur (episode) vs. Volpina (episode). Things like Chat Noir/Ladybug similarities and differences in behavior, Adrien/Lila and Marinette/Chloe similarities and differences in behavior, or anything else you think the rest of us may not have picked up on~

this is gonna be long as fuck i’m just warning ya now my guy 

Both Ladybug in Volpina and Chat Noir in Copycat express jealousy, but in different, and I believe, very telling ways. Their behaviors can also be compared to Chloe and Lila respectively, arguably making Chloe and Lila their darker counterparts (ie. what they would be like if their character flaws were enhanced). Let’s start with Ladybug (aka Marinette):

So from the get-go of Volpina, it is painfully obvious Marinette is jealous of Lila earning Adrien’s attention.

Notice her use of “my” even though she and Adrien are not together. It brings me back to most of Chloe’s disgusting greetings for Adrien, like “Adrihoney”. Marinette’s dialogue here could easily be mistaken for Chloe’s.

Chloe’s body language is a form of communication as well. The way she proceeds to throw her arms around Adrien and try to kiss him, is all like she’s claiming possession of him she has no right over, much like how Marinette is claiming possession of Adrien she has no right over here. 

(but we’ll talk more about body language comparisons between Mari and Chloe later)

After Alya explains who Lila is, Marinette starts panicking and begs Alya to help her break Adrien and Lila apart, not unlike how Chloe and Sabrina frequently team up to sabotage Marinette’s chances with Adrien. But unlike Sabrina, Alya refuses. This doesn’t stop Marinette from taking matters into her own hands. She stalks Adrien and Lila in the library, and then totally loses her cool at the park, abusing her powers as Ladybug to call Lila out on her crap.

Pay attention to Marinette’s body language. She hasn’t pushed Lila out of the way but her thigh is clearly planted between Lila and Adrien, creating an unmistakable (sexual) divide between them with her body. Everything about Marinette is bold. She’s yelling, fiery and aggressive and in your face (literally), and this is gonna be a stark contrast to Adrien’s more subtle expressions of jealousy in Copycat. Marinette doesn’t hide much at all. Her emotions are obvious.

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e)(o  Halloween AU

A/N: I wote this because I’m a hoe for Halloween and supernatural stuff and I hope everyone likes it! I actually came up with a lot of ideas whilst writing this, so if anyone is interested in me continuing this as a series please tell me! x

Summary: See what happens when EXO as supernatural creatures meet in a secret lounge on Halloween (sorry this is a shitty summary I didn’t know what to write lol)

warnings: blood, gore, death, mentions of sex (literally pure sin)

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My 6 inch heels clacked on the empty pavement as I strut down the lonely, narrow street. What would be painful for normal human kind felt numb to me. I’d worn these shoes for the past years, never taking them off for longer than a few hours. The moon lit up the night, almost too bright for someone of my kind. The pathetic young man’s desperate cry was still present in my head.

„Please don’t kill me,“ he had begged. And then I remember my breathy laugh as his blood was dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My previously red dress now had a deep, blood red stain on its front. The smell lingered in my nose, but sadly it would soon be gone. I licked around my lips, trying to get every last drop of the sweet, red liquid I lived on. From around the corner I could hear children’s excited shouts and squeals as they went from house to house, asking for candy. It’s funny, really. Don’t adults always tell their kids not to take candy from strangers? Halloween had always been obscure to me, back in my days we didn’t celebrate it. Not the way they do now. It’s not about scaring ghosts and evil creatures away no more. It’s about parties and dressing up and candy. Oh how I hate the word candy. Although scaring us creatures of the night away had never worked anyways. We’ll always find our way back to you, you just wait, humans.

There they came. A little girl, dressed as a princess with bright hair and a blue dress bounced past me, her eyes following my figure just shortly, as she was fixed on the next house she would knock on. Silly, silly little girl. Who knows what would await her behind the door? I could think of a few things. The next group of kids I passed seemed to give me more attention. A girl dressed as a cowgirl stared at the red stains on my skin as if she was possessed. I chuckled and fastened my steps. From afar I could make out the music playing in my favorite club. Not that vampires go to clubs, no way, the music is deafeningly loud for us. But this club is different. Out the backdoor of it, that’s where I was really headed. I slowly got sick of walking and started running. Given human speed, it would’ve taken me another 20 minutes to reach my destination. Now it took me less than one. Fake spider webs and skeletons were hanging on the front wall of the building, attracting young people just like death attracted demons. The bouncer stared at my chest, I wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that my boobs looked great tonight or if it was the blood, but I didn’t mind. One sweet smile in his direction and he let me in, hypnotized by my spell.

“Thank you,” I coaxed, my voice dripping like honey as I ran my nails along his neck. The lively pulse underneath his skin captured my senses for a second. The guy was lucky I had just fed. The music that could even be harmful to humans felt like hammers pounding against my eardrums. Yet I enjoyed the scene in front of me. Drunk, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor, vibrating vivacity lingering in the air. I often wondered what being alive felt like, since I had no memory left of it. A young woman smiled in my direction, complementing my ‘costume’ with her eyes. Silly, silly girl. I smiled back, flashing my sharp teeth at her, at which she seemed to light up even more. If only she knew. But she didn’t, and because it was Halloween, no one did. Halloween was the one and only night monsters could freely walk among humans, not having to worry about showing too much of themselves, because nowadays costumes got more and more realistic. Silly humans, can’t tell tomato sauce from their own kind’s blood. My eyes fixed on the black door with the small 'private’ sign on it. The strong smell of death crept into my nose the second I had entered the lounge. It was a stone old room without windows. Red satin sofas lined the walls, at the back of the room was a bar, held in dark wood. Old lamps spent sparse, pale light, but not that I needed it anyway. The dark ceiling had cracks in it, here and there was a dried splash of what could’ve only been blood. It was fairly quiet, my steps drawing attention to my figure walking through the room, familiar faces looking my way as I smirked at them, heading straight for the bar. Chanyeol’s red hair was the first thing I noticed about him, and as the demon turned my way I stared into his fully jet black eyes. Underneath his half-opened black shirt I could make out scars from years ago, as well as some new ones.

“Ah, I love Halloween,” I sighed, leaning against the frame of the bar, letting my eyes run over the few visitors that were in the lounge. All of them frequenters, just like me. It was too early for a lot of guests to be here already, but I liked being early. It’s not like I had any duties. In the corner of the room I spotted Xiumin and Chen, sitting comfortably by a table across from each other. Xiumin’s green hair wasn’t what made him special. It sure drew attention to him, but not nearly as much as his cat pupils did. He wore a silver leather jacket and black skinny pants. For some reason warlocks always seemed to adapt to the current fashion perfectly. Being around 350 years old, he didn’t mind people staring at his special eyes anymore. And neither did his best friend, and by best I mean only friend who was still alive. Other than Xiumin, who simply had different kind of eyes, Chen had a third eye on his forehead. There was no way he could ever explain that to human kind, but he didn’t need to. His abilities allowed him to make the eye disappear with the snap of two fingers whenever he went outside. He gave me a quick wave when he noticed my look on him, and I returned it. Behind me, Chanyeol cleared his throat.

“You got blood?” I asked, now spinning around to look at the only demon I knew personally and didn’t feel the deep desire to kill.

“Other than the blood that’s in my veins, I don’t,” he replied, making me huff.

“Stop acting as if you’re more human than I am, black eye,” I said, making him chuckle. When he sent me an apologetic look, I shrugged and made my way over to the wall-length mirror in the corner of the room. No one knows how long he’s been there, but the dreamy boy with the white clothes and black ruffled hair always made my day better. I jumped when a black snake suddenly crawled out from underneath a table, raised in front of me and hissed dangerously. I felt the urge to kick it, but I wasn’t in the mood for a bar fight, so I simply raised my voice.

“Who’s missing a black, very pesky snake?”

Seconds later Xiumin knelt in front of me, picking the animal up and hanging it around his neck like a piece of jewelery. Its tongue moved in and out of its mouth as it relaxed at the smell of its owner.

“I apologize for his behavior, he is not usually like this,” Xiumin said, smiling at me in repentance. Having a warlock as powerful as Xiumin apologize to you for a such thing was definitely not a downside, so I decided to accept his excuse and smiled back at my friend. His pupils were big due to the darkness, but they still kept the cat-like shape I had gotten used to long ago. As he walked away I continued my way through the labyrinth of tables, over to the mirror. All I gazed at was my own reflection. I waited a few seconds, knowing Yixing it would take him a few moments to notice me, so I leaned against a pillar behind me. For the second time this night I got startled, my annoyance rising as Kai’s fluffy haired head peeked out from behind, or rather through the mirror.

“Goddamn Kai! How many times have I told you to stop doing that?” I complained.

“Exactly 42 times that is, m'lady,” he spoke, sitting down on the floor in a cross-legged position. He’d never told me how he died, I assume he didn’t remember himself, but his clothes looked like they were from another century and the way the ghost spoke was only slowly adapting to the 21st century slang.

“Hello,” Lay’s soft voice spoke as he appeared in the mirror next to me. I watched him hug me, but all I felt was a gentle breeze of air coming my way. Both Xiumin and Chen had wasted entire nights trying to get him out of the mirror, but nothing seemed to work, and there he was, stuck inside his little world that was whatever was behind the dirty glass. I smiled at him gently.

“You know, they’ll catch you one day if you walk around with all that blood on you,” he worried, gazing at my dress.

“That gent is right, m'lady!” Kai spoke, looking up at me innocently.

“Don’t worry, it’s Halloween,” I explained. “No one suspects anything on Halloween.”

“Oooh Halloween,” Lay swooned. “I miss Halloween…”

I had never felt protective of anyone, not before I had encountered the dreamy, messy haired Yixing inside the mirror, and even to the 'I-take-everything-you-say-literally’ – Kai I felt a little like a mother.

“Thy evening shall be hallowed, then!” he exclaimed and with another quick move he was gone. Through the ceiling. Yixing tried to follow him with his eyes, but he only had so much room to look from where he was captured.

“Do you remember Halloween?” I asked him.

“When I was little I dressed up as a bunny and we played the game with the apples…,” he said. His voice always sounded as if he was deep in thoughts, somewhere completely else, but somehow still here. “If you excuse me.”

And then, before I could say anything else, he disappeared as well. Just on time, because that’s when I smelled it. Blood. Flesh. My nose held high, I strut down the room, stopping at the table Kyungsoo sat at. You see, zombies aren’t the way people portray them to be in the movies. They’re not stupid, they can in fact speak very normally and they’re not thinking about eating brains all day long. Although it probably was what Kyungsoo was thinking about at that moment. I’d seen him around a few times, seen him feed a few times. And let me tell you, if one says vampires are messy eaters they haven’t seen a zombie eat. The pieces spread out in front of him I could only identify as parts of a brain, still covered in delicious smelling blood that made my insides tingle.

“You mind sharing?” I swiftly asked, but quickly moved backwards when he growled at me threateningly. From previous experience I knew that zombies weren’t to mess with, not even if you are a vampire. Once your brain’s gone, your immortality is as well, so I slowly walked away, slightly annoyed that I didn’t get any of the blood when the smell was still blinding all my senses. That changed quickly as I roamed the room with my eyes once more. I grinned when I spotted Sehun next to Baekhyun, sitting on a sofa, their feet on the small table in front of them. I could see the little drips of blood on Sehun’s skin from afar.

“You got a lil something there,” I said, confident his vampire hearing was good enough to understand me while I pointed at my neck, showing him the spot I was talking about.

“Wanna lick it off?” he replied, smirking at me from across the room. I debated whether to go over for a second, but when I recalled the countless hours I had spent with Baekyhun and Sehun, both being of my kind, remembering how they could make me feel, my vampire speed carried me onto Sehun’s lap in the blink of an eye. I didn’t say hi or greet them in any other way because I was too busy licking and kissing Sehun’s neck, tasting not only the blood but also his own taste. He always smelled like the woods, like nature. I assumed it was because that’s where he spent most of his time. Baekhyun, on the other hand, carried the scent of roses, which ignited my cells as he moved behind me and began planting kisses on my shoulder. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, allowing Sehun to bite along my front neck, where the young man’s blood still stuck to me like a precious perfume. From somewhere I could hear an indignant hem and voices. Slowly, I pushed the two men off me and met eyes with the black ones of Chanyeol. He was shaking his head in disgust.

“What is it with you vampires and having orgies wherever you go?” he questioned.

“Wanna join?” Baekhyun asked the demon, who he was surprisingly good friends with, smirking at me.

“Let the kids have some fun,” Chen threw in from across the room.

“Kids?” Sehun protested. “You’re not that much older than me!”

“Son, I’ve already drank with Shakespeare, don’t provoke me,” Chen spoke calmly. Sehun shut up at his words, but sent him a glare nonetheless. Suddenly, Baekhyun and Sehun both stared at me as the three of us listened closely. Somewhere outside the building we could hear howling.

“Werewolves,” I grumbled through gritted teeth. Chanyeol immediately shook his head in my direction. He was trying to remind me of what happened. Last week I’d had a fight in here, a couple tables got smashed and some of the blood spots on the ceiling might have been caused by me.

“What was I supposed to do? He threatened to hunt in my territory!” I defended myself, knowing what Chanyeol was thinking about.

“You could’ve solved your disagreements somewhere else than in my lounge,” he spoke calmly. I huffed and leaned back into the soft sofa, Sehun and Baekhyun on either side of me. “Don’t you dare start something like that again.”

“We’ll continue this later,” Baekhyun muttered under his breath, referring to the fact that we had just started making out a few minutes ago.

“Oh please, that’s what you call whispering? Even I heard that, and my ears are pretty much non existent,” Kyungsoo now threw in, making Sehun chuckle lightly. That moment the door on my left opened, and I could smell the dog before I had even taken a look at him. His name was Suho and he was the leader of the biggest pack of werewolves I’d ever encountered. But that didn’t intimidate me one bit. His leather jacket hugged his muscular body tightly as he coolly walked through the lounge. I snarled at him dangerously.

“Calm your tits, blood sucker,” he spit. “I’m just here to have a drink. Or a couple.”

My eyes followed his every move like a predator eying their prey, and so did Sehun and Baekhyun’s. Chanyeol handed him a drink, and in silence we watched him down one, two, three shots in a row. He only gave short answers when Chanyeol asked him what he was up to. When he ran his hand through his hair I only noticed how fed up he seemed. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the lit up screen.

“What did you say that was called?” Lay asked from his mirror in the corner, directing everyone’s eyes to his interested gaze. At his words, Suho smiled. That’s right, werewolves sometimes smile.

“It’s a smart phone,” he told the boy in the mirror, walking over to him. At that moment I was convinced: Only Lay could turn an alpha into a puppy.

“How can it be smart? It’s a metal box, isn’t it?” the black haired boy questioned, rubbing his head in confusion. Suho came closer, chuckling.

“Here, this is called taking a 'selfie’,” he said before holding up the phone so the camera pointed to the mirror where Lay stood. Sehun snorted in amusement next to me. After the short click the wolf checked the screen, but just as we all had expected, his face fell. Taking a photo of Lay was impossible, he simply didn’t show up on it. Meanwhile I was distracted by a very needy Baekhyun nibbling my neck, licking off the remaining blood, humming in content.

“Baek,” I whispered, signaling him to stop before someone would start complaining again.

“I’m so hungry,” he whined. “I hope some stupid human finds their way in here tonight, I’m dying of hunger.”

“Alloweth me to remindeth you that thou are already dead, sir,” Kai suddenly spoke, appearing from the ceiling. Baekhyun shot him an annoyed glance, but I grinned. That second the black door opens another time, and I am met with a familiar face. The girl who had smiled at me in the Club was looking inside, and I smiled innocently when I spied her. I could practically hear Sehun’s fangs grow bigger as the girl remembered my face and came inside. When she spotted the predatory way every single person in the room looked at her, it was already too late to turn around. And for once in this evening, all creatures in the room seemed to agree on something.