cat wearing sweater

sometimes i’m like “why am i still here” but then i realize that i’m often the only person who is around to take bad-to-eat stuff out of my dog’s mouth and i think there’s this sort of western idea of “if youre not CEO youre nothing special” but my dog is still alive bc of me and i’m still alive bc of other people so maybe i’m just here to pet cats and wear sweaters and help people take the glass out of their mouth. you know? maybe i won’t be CEO but maybe i’ll be able to help somebody afford their trip home. and i think that’s pretty okay, you know?

taylor went from the girl wearing cat sweaters and avoiding conflict to wearing leather and thigh high boots and confronting the HELL out of everyone who’s ever hated on her. THAT is the kind of character development i’m here for.


Hey, what’s up, I’m Issa! I’m a small, Asian 14 year old girl with way too many cat shirts and an art blog.

I’m biro/ace and I’m in love with my really pretty straight friend. Happy pride month!

“who are you and why have you knitted my cat a sweater” au

february 14 | “proposal”
(Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Here’s the overview of my favorite AU of the week, plus a bonus tiny excerpt to start you off right. ;D)

Gabriel’s cat hates everyone and everything, except he’s suddenly decided it’s time to move in with their new neighbor, Jack. Gabriel only finds out about this because Reaper comes home wearing the world’s ugliest handmade sweater. Gabriel can’t believe his eyes. Reaper hisses when he tries to take the sweater off.

Gabriel sticks a note to Reaper’s collar that reads, “Who are you and why have you knitted my cat a sweater?” So begins Jack and Gabriel’s correspondence via post-it notes.

Jack’s veteran support group had suggested finding a way to keep his hands busy, so he decided to knit a sweater for the lonely cat that keeps sneaking into his apartment. It must be cold if it keeps curling up in his lap, right? Jack is a dog person so he is completely clueless about cats. He pretty much treats Reaper like a dog but Reaper is a weirdo who loves him anyway.

BONUS: Gabriel’s cat is an accurate predictor of his relationships with other people. So when Gabriel sees Reaper being a total sweetheart and purring as Jack puts Ugly Sweater 2.0 on him, he accidentally blurts, “Holy shit, marry me.”


Gabriel stares down in utter disbelief. His cat is wearing a sweater. His cat—Reaper, a feisty little bastard who hates just about everyone and bites anything that moves—is wearing a sweater. A hideous, obviously hand-knitted sweater that Gabriel has never even seen before, let alone put on his sweater-hating cat.

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Sherlock and Toby

“I’ve been patient enough with you Curlylocks but now it’s time for you and I to have a talk” Was the first thing Sherlock heard as a furry paw in his face woke him up “Cat to man” and then he realized he was actually hearing Molly’s cat

Toby was sitting on his chest calmly licking his paws while he waited for Sherlock to wake up properly “you talked, this isn’t scientifically possible” Sherlock muttered looking at the cat “you’re wearing a sweater”

“Of course I’m wearing a sweater this is England for Magic’s sake! I’m not a heathen, public nudity is strictly for the help” the cat gave Sherlock a pointed look “but that’s not the point, the point is that you need to procure more of Angelo’s chunky meat salsa”

“I’m dreaming, I must have eaten some of Mrs Hudson’s marijuana baked goods, this is a hallucination” Sherlock kept telling himself, because not even in his mind palace had he ever engineered something as bizarre as a talking Toby.

“Ugh and they call you clever” Toby spat with distaste “Fine Curlylocks, I’m a hallucination, I’m a manifestation of your subconscious and your secret desires in the form of a cat” Toby said in an exaggerated mystical tone “hear me talk woooo woooo” he pitched his voice like the ghosts he’d seen in Molly’s telly

If anything Sherlock looked even less convinced “Go on” he nodded just to see what the cat would do

“Your subconscious is telling you that Molly’s cat could really use some gourmet sushi” Toby announced “in other words, if I’m going to share my Molly with you and your over abundance of posh tottie hair products, we need some ground rules”

“You share Molly? Molly isn’t yours, she’s mine” Sherlock didn’t like the possessive way this cat talked, even in his subconscious, Toby sounded like his voice belonged in a Victorian melodrama “this is ridiculous”

“No! What’s ridiculous is that your mating scent is all over her when I go to bed in my Kitty cushions, I understand your need to mark her all night but have some respect for the feline overlord, the noises you make hardly let me sleep”

Sherlock blinked, thinking back to all the past nights he’d dropped by Molly’s flat “randomly” and ended up in bed with her, his cat subconscious might be on to something “what do you suggest I do then?” He usually talked to Watson about things like these but Toby was still staring with an unamused face “what would make Molly happy?”

“You’ve got a personality that speaks to cats like me, I like you Curlylocks” And by that he meant jerk cats who thought themselves Kings of the universe, not the over indulged smiling kitties that were nice to everyone “I am not saying don’t mate with my owner, I’m not that delusional, but you should wine and dine her more often, take her out to see a body farm, have a candlelight dinner in a cemetery, bring me leftovers from Le Cordeun Bleu”

“Great, a talking cat is telling me advice on sentiment” Sherlock sighed to himself, this was worse than Watson “I’ll have you know Toby that Molly loves dining in, she likes it when it’s just the two of us together in a private setting, eating quietly”

“Yes, I know” Toby said “I of all the bloody cats in London know how much you love eating in here” he sent Sherlock a wounded look “Molly and I bought the dinning table together, I used to love that table, you defiled my table”

“Should I be apologizing right now?” Sherlock didn’t know why or if he should feel ashamed of being scolded about his intimate activities by a cat, but still he tried valiantly to soldier on with the conversation “because I do not want to apologise, in fact, maybe I should have the table moved to Baker Street”

“Ughhh you’re impossible, Curlylocks, I’ll spell down the rules to you clearly” Toby plopped inches away from his face “Start calling Molly your girlfriend, take her out dancing every once in a while and buy me designer catnip, if you fail to do any of these things I promise you” the cat threatened “you won’t be able to get the smell of my urine out of your trousers” and with that Toby turned on his tail and jumped out of Sherlock’s chest heading for his litter box

Later when Molly arrived from the morgue she found Sherlock strangely affectionate “Good case today?” She hummed as he warped his arms around her middle

“I had the strangest hallucination about your cat today” Sherlock replied pulling her to his chest “Incidentally Molly how do you feel about socially constructed relationship labels?”



Available for/to…

  • RolePlay - TBA
  • Questions - YES
  • Multi-universe - TBA
  • Shipping - NO


Name Zinc

Age 19 or 25

Sex Male

S.O. Straight

Height - 4′4″ or 5′10″ Weight - Varies

Species Skeleton monster

Abilities/Powers or Sills Primarily uses magic

Age 18 Teleport, conjure up a shield, fire small energy beams, use telepathy, and heals quickly

Age 25 Teleport, conjure up a barrier, fire large bursts of energy (via mouth), use telepathy and telekinesis, increased agility and strength, durability, and quick healer

Personality Zinc is mostly introverted and tends to spend most of his time by himself. He rarely talks or shows much emotion however, unlike Monty, he does show more emotion just not around many people. He’ll only interact with people if forced into a situation where interaction is necessary but generally likes being alone.  He is also very relaxed, not really lazy, but he does tend to sit around more than anything else. Zinc has one really close friend named Sink (who belongs to my friend @theyanderepulse, of which we fluff ship them) who is the only one he allows around him consistently. 

Likes Zinc likes food ALOT and will pack away any and all types of it, he also likes, cats, wearing sweaters/sweatshirts, fiction books, and general solitude.

Dislikes Not many dislikes but he does not like: bats, video games, people, or really loud noises 


His older form is his more powerful one, he only becomes that if he is in dire need of extra power. He can only keep that form for a day or two since it is very tiring

However, when it comes to role playing: IF you would like to RP with him in his older form for the entire RP, please let me know beforehand.