In a past life, i was a koala

now i'm a sloth bear

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Her cat ascends the chair, and her, and curls up on her chest like she’s little more than a rather warm and occassionally shifting cushion. Which, to him, she is. But he’s too polite to ever say that, of course. Not that she would even understand if he did; but it’s the principle of it all, he thinks to himself, as his tail lazily swishes and bats time against his human-shaped chair. He’s not an alley cat. He has manners. (And a nice, warm place to sit and be patted. He’s not about to give that up.) 

She puts up with it because he’s warm and soft too, and because she’s so used to it that she doesn’t even think to question it; he’s been around for a very long time. 
All cats have been.

He knows a lot of secrets. 
All cats do.

Did you know that cats keep secrets the best? There’s a reason the Sphinx was part feline, and it had nothing to do with her claws.

Cats hold secrets close to their skin, wound tightly round the roots of their fur. (Never trust a hairless cat; they’re the ones that give all their secrets away.)

They curl around you to rub your secrets into their skin, the ones that seep out of your pores when your skin beads with sweat and fear, or grows damp with joy or sorrow. We’re leaking secrets all the time, without even knowing. (But they know. They always do.) 

They soak up our secrets like leaves do the dew, and lick them off their own skin, swallowing them down whole. That’s why ancient fortune-tellers used to slice their bellies open and look inside: they’re full of secrets. Of the things that were, and the things that are, and the things that may one day come to be.

That’s why the Egyptians used to mummify their cats. They had to take back their secrets from the still bodies before others could. 

That’s a secret that’s long been forgotten. But the cats know, and remember.

And they aren’t telling.

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Random thing my brain pooped out, based on this Skype exchange:

[12:02:20 PM] <(๑◕ˇ～ˇ◕)> woodland chiuaua: i wannt him to stay with me forever which is silly cause hes just a cat but he has been arounnd a very long itme

[12:02:27 PM] <(๑◕ˇ～ˇ◕)> woodland chiuaua: he knows a lot of secrets

[12:02:29 PM] <(๑◕ˇ～ˇ◕)> woodland chiuaua: did you know cats keep secrets the best

[12:02:36 PM] <(๑◕ˇ～ˇ◕)> woodland chiuaua: they wont tell anyoone

[12:02:39 PM] Neithan: heeee

[12:02:59 PM] Neithan: That sounds like a good prompt for a story :Ic

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typingsdrawings asked: WHY HAVE I NOT FOUND THIS BEFORE?

….maybebecauseiabandoneditforayear XD;;; Once i joined the RP i pretty much stopped using my personal tumblr, oops. But i might use this to respond to stuff from the ask-the-worths so it doesn’t clutter up the ask blog.

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beingevil: ask-the-worths: [This is also not an Ask, sob. Maybe i should rename this the “whatever stupid ideas Nei has art blog”. The text is all lyrics from Heart’s A Mess by Gotye, which i love and is a perfect DeanLou song.] beautiful. at first i thought this was sherlock art. please don’t shoot me. Aha, Mae thought the same thing XD (And then i started wondering who Dean&#8217;s John would be, realised he doesn&#8217;t have anyone who quite shares that dynamic with him, and imagined a Hot Pocket in a sweater. Oh Dean, Hot Pockets are your only friends. And you eat them.) i knew while drawing it that people would probably think of Sherlock, because of the hair. Probably would have myself 8D;

beingevil:

ask-the-worths:

[This is also not an Ask, sob. Maybe i should rename this the “whatever stupid ideas Nei has art blog”.

The text is all lyrics from Heart’s A Mess by Gotye, which i love and is a perfect DeanLou song.]

beautiful.

at first i thought this was sherlock art. please don’t shoot me.

Aha, Mae thought the same thing XD (And then i started wondering who Dean’s John would be, realised he doesn’t have anyone who quite shares that dynamic with him, and imagined a Hot Pocket in a sweater. Oh Dean, Hot Pockets are your only friends. And you eat them.) i knew while drawing it that people would probably think of Sherlock, because of the hair. Probably would have myself 8D;

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naranja-in-pajamas asked: Hi there, I found your URL through the Hanna is Not a Tumblr RP. You are an excellent Worth, might I add. So I came to your personal tumblr and found out that you're Aingeal on deviantart and let me tell you something, you are one of my favorite artists of all time. I'm not good at that whole um, leaving messages to people that I admire thing, so please forgive me. I just thought I would take an opportunity to tell you that your art is amazing(not that you don't already know that. derp.), I adore your style and your HINABN fanart is some of my favorite HINABN fanart.

Aaaaa, thank you so much for all the lovely comments! You’re so sweet. i don’t know what to say, other than thank you again. *awkward penguin is awkward* i’m glad you got some enjoyment out of my dorky fangirlness XDD This is my first go at RPing Worth (in other RPs i’ve played Adelaide, Mrs Hatch, and my version of Worth’s sis), and i’ve been kind of unsure about the quality/accuracy of it. It’s a huge relief to hear anyone likes it!

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beingevil: Vincent van Gogh: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light. Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes. (source) takemetoyourtardis: BE STILL MY HEART.

beingevil:

Vincent van Gogh: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see.

We’re so lucky we’re still alive to see this beautiful world.

Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black, without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blue and through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air. And then shining, burning, bursting through through the stars. And you see how they throw their light.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

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takemetoyourtardis:

BE STILL MY HEART.

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Two British Nephews: I HAVE TONS OF HW BUT I HAD TO GET IT OUT. TESSA STONE...

toubritichnafiouse:

…I am disappoint. Is it because you rush to get the page done or did you just… forget how to draw Worth? AND Lamont? AND JUST EVERYONE IN GENERAL. Okay this is pretty harsh but I had to say it: Where is all the art improvement from, say, end of chapter two and the beginning of this chapter?…

Personally, I like her new style. Quite a bit, infact. It feels more detailed, matured and a grittier, which suits the more sombre atmosphere in this story arc. The characters feel more distinctive.

In many ways I’m glad to see this evolution and the way Tessa’s managed to further break away from the common tendency to make the entire cast obviously attractive. That’s definitely something I’d have to watch for, if I ever end up creating my own cast for something, because while I love good looking characters as much as anyone, it can distract — and in that sense detract — from the story itself and all the thought that went into it, if all people care to talk about is how hot so-and-so is. As a creator, if the main reason anyone liked one of my characters was because s/he was aesthetically pleasing, then I would consider it a failure on my part. And that’s all I have to say, really.

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