Starry Eyed Bibliophile
In preparation of a ball


The hair probably would be the hard part.  Putting his naturally curled hair into dreadlocks would be time consuming, along with eh braids and decorations.  But he might keep them for awhile afterwards.  He did like the sound of his boots on the marble flooring of the castle, so he’d probably like the sound of jimmy gangling in his hair.

"Hard candy is gut, Louis."  His hand in the air swishes about and Diethelm laughs.  "You suck on it for awhile, and it lasts longer."  

When Louis starts to talk about the dress, though, Diethelm mishears her and then sits up, very matter-of-factly.  ”I wont be trying on the dress, Louis.  It’s for you, not me.”  And then he falls back into her lap, looking up at her with a slight frown.  ”It wont fit me anyway.”

"Maybe, but I don’t like the taste." Louis replied, gently papping at the side of Diet’s face. "I like fruity tasting candies, or like chocolate and things." She paused. "Well, I guess not all hard candy is bad tasting.”

Louis considers Diet’s hair a bit longer and then her own. From her own experience her hair was either a controlled mess of waves and curls, or perfectly straight, depending on a number of factors. So it was safe to say that Louis probably wouldn’t have the first idea what to do with dreadlocks, though braids were within her skill level of hairdressing. 

"…Well, if you want to try on my dresses I’m not going to stop you.” Louis says after a brief moment of confusion. “And I know this one’s for me, that’s pretty much what you said before? Also, it could fit you, but that would involve more extensive changes and in that case we may as well just buy a dress in your size.”  



Well Tumblr it’s that time of the year again. It’s heart breaking I even have to remind people of this.

As we approach the Halloween season if you have a black cat [especially an indoor/outdoor one] it’s time to make sure they stay inside. Unfortunately around this time of the year people think it’s funny to harass and harm them. It makes me sick to my stomach but some people even go as far as to ‘sacrifice’ them. Most adoption groups won’t even adopt them out during this month. I’ve even heard of people trying to harass them when they see them sitting in windows of houses. It’s horrible and not funny but it’s important to protect them.

So if you or anyone you know has a black cat make sure they are aware of where the cat is. And if you see anyone hurting or harassing them [or any cat!] speak up, they can’t do it for themselves.

Reblogging because I’d cut a bitch if they hurt my baby boy, Ninja




Daley, 5 months old!

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Leading Lady #2

In preparation of a ball


For the most part, the little braids keep.  The comment about beads or coins makes him slightly confused in his altered state, and he brushes it off as nothing but something silly.  Much the same as the small mini cat hats that she’d wanted to put him in. Or was that a dream?  Right now he can’t tell, nor does he care.  

"Gut candy, ja ja."  He laughs gently and then hiccups.  "Oh, vell… I…" Oh shit, he hadn’t accommodated that.  Sizes.  He didn’t need to think on such things, what with being able to mold his body as he saw fit whenever he wished it.  "Vell, I suppose I can get one of the maids to change it for you, if you like it anyway."  

It’s now that he starts to feel slightly guilty in a way that only Louis can make him feel.  He realizes that he’s the only one drinking and that, well, that should probably change, and so he gently hands the dress over to Louis, making his way to the couch again, where he flops back down.  Sitting there, he pours her a drink of the wine he’d been drinking and offers it to her.  

"Here, have zhis, Louis."  Hiccup.  "And come here and do zhat…"  His hand swishes about the air.  "Zhat, braiding, in my hair.”  

Distantly, in the back of her mind Louis’ listing various things needed for a decent pirate costume. It probably wouldn’t take a lot, given the amount of treasure and such laying around the castle, to get a few articles of old fashioned, pirate-esque clothing items. Really, Louis is sure that the hair is going to be the hard part… 

"That’s good, I’m glad I don’t smell like the bad candy." Implying that there was candy Louis didn’t want to smell like. "I don’t like the taste of licorice, or hard candy."

As for whether the dress would fit or not Louis couldn’t be sure if it would fit just from looking at it. It didn’t look too small or anything, but Louis wasn’t sure about the length and she really didn’t want to worry about tripping over herself when wearing it. She takes the wine glass and sets it aside from the time being, given how full her hands are presently. 

"I can try it on first, but a few alterations might be needed." She responds, dress still in her hands as she plopped back down beside Diet to work on his hair. "A few hair ties might be helpful. I don’t have any here… There should be a few in my room though." 

In preparation of a ball


Listen.  Those half filled wine bottles weren’t always his fault.  It might have been that he’d started on one bottle, placed it somewhere and forgotten about it only to get another one while he wondered off.  But there were other immortals and supernaturals wondering around that liked to drink also.  It just so happened to be sometimes his fault.

As she plops down, though, he proceeds to lay his head in her lap, staring upwards at her.  He just kinda stares, then starts to laugh.  The playing of his hair was nice; even if he wasn’t a cat right now, he still enjoyed pettings.

"You smell like candy…"  He mumbles with a laugh. "Ah!" He exclaims, sitting upright suddenly, a finger in the air as he does.  "Ja ja! Zhe dress."  And he places his glass down on the floor, making his way, slightly wobbly, over to the other couch in which he’d had a medium sized box.  He opens it, the wood creaking as he does, and he starts to unfurrel a deep blue dress with beads and rhine stones inlaid with it.  He turns back around and holds it up for Louis to see.  "I found this."  He smiles proudly.  "I thought you’d like it." 

The random half filled wine bottles might have sometimes been Diet’s fault, but the majority of the scattered baked goods in the castle were likely Louis’ fault. Actually, it was probably the fault of whoever was eating the baked goods, or something. 

After completing the first tiny braid Louis paused, unsure how to tie it off. Oh well, she was sure it would stick a bit even if she moved on to working on more braids. Casually, she picked another strand of unbraided hair and went to working on it for a bit.  

"Maybe if we had a bandanna, a few beads, or coins to add…" Louis murmered as she considered going ahead and putting Diet’s costume together this year. Only, it appeared they were back in discussing Louis’ wardrobe and a specific dress. 

"You’ve said that before." At least, back over a year ago during swimming lessons, though Louis can’t be sure if the same hadn’t happened in one of her dreams. "Like good candy or bad candy?"

When Diet got up to reveal the dress Louis let go of the strand of hair she had been holding. She watched him wobble around to get the dress he planned on showing her. Standing, she went over to run her hand down the front of it, examining the minor details. 

"It’s nice, Diet." She said. "Do you know if it’s the right size though?"

In preparation of a ball


Sitting in one of the many lounge rooms, it quite obvious that he’s had a few glasses of wine.  Or rather, a few bottles.  But that was fine. He’d dropped off Ahmose with a few of the maids with ample toys and creatures to play with.  He’d just decided to have a small bit of fun.  And so he waits for Louis that evening, lounging on that couch as if he’d been in his cat form, but not so much.  He’s sprawled and stretched, one leg hanging over the arm rest, his jacket half on and half off at the same time.  

But there had to be a ball to plan!  A grand ball of a party.  With costumes and foods and guests and all of that.  

"Louis, come join me~."  He’d say when she’s approach him from the door.  "I have zhis dress that I vant to show you."  And it was quite apparent that his accent had come back for some reason.  And that reason just so happened to be in his glass that was half drunk. 

Upon arriving Louis’ first thought was something along the lines of ‘silly cat,’ despite Diet obviously being in his human form. She peered in first, and then sighed, before making her appearance. There was a moment in which she noticed he’d been drinking and considered how many half filled (or better yet, empty) wine bottles would be scattered around the castle. 

"Oh hi, Diet." Louis gives her customary greeting before casually plopping down onto the couch beside Diet. "So what’s this about a dress?" 

Sitting cross legged beside him she reached over and gently ran her fingers through his hair. A moment later and she’s working on a strand of thin braids, something she vaguely recalls from some strange dream she can hardly remember. 

"You should dress up as a pirate for Halloween, or something like that." 

starryeyedbibliophile sent:

Cue kitty yawning and stretching, followed by the occasional kneading as Louis settles into place on Diet and slowly drifts off.


Real Cat AU;

Eventually he realizes that he’s napping on the couch and opts for a better locale.  Scooping the small kitty up into his arms, Diethelm takes little Louis into bed for proper sleepy times.


The next day would consist of him trying on small ribbons and bows with her.