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Send “🐶” For a drawing of your muse as my muse’s species!

Ahh it’s never too much! I’m glad you sent it in uwu

Ok but I just wanna say that I am very much here for an extended Baron/Natori relationship, however it pans out. Natori should like, spend his retirement at the Cat Bureau, but only if he doesn’t want a peaceful retirement because Muta is there lol but having tea and nice convos with Humbert or maybe even helping out occasionally? yes 

Kiki able to visit the cat kingdom cause she’s a witch and maybe even Jiji knows about it actually! Maybe she gets wrapped up in helping the kingdom because of something related to Jiji

Amalthea tends to stick close to her forest to protect the animals there but she still travels occasionally, post events of the movie/book. it might be easier to interact with shapeshifter Natori in this? Maybe the forest is near the campus? Also being able to tell that each of them are old, magical beings

This like Just sprung to my head but Animal Crossing verse Rocket and he’s the police chief for Plumsong 

Send 🎤 for the muse to sing a song the mun has recently listened to...

         Singing in public wasn't his kind of thing, but he sighs and prepares to fill the silence with the melody of his velvet voice once again.

❝ Someone's got to take the blame Things will never be the same And it burns as it goes down It burns when it comes back around

What lies and Disguises Can let it go What lies and Disguises Can let it go

|     send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

i’ve only mentioned it in passing, but the house the soothsayer lives in post-kfp2 is different from the one she lived in pre-kfp2 and is smaller (comparatively). the reason for this is because the original was caught in the aftermath of the tower’s destruction. while it wasn’t as difficult to pick herself back up financially, she’s lost some old mementos in the wake so that kinda sucks

she’s the kind of person who talked to babies like it were a normal conversation. for instance, it would go like:

soothsayer, holding up some herbs: what do you think?

shen: [baby cheep]

soothsayer, with absolute seriousness: yeah, that’s what i thought

“Oh–” A plaintive, embarrassingly young noise leaves him when he’s first the unfortunate target of a relatively large raindrop. It splashes right on the tip of his nose, and for a moment he’s downright indignant at the accuracy. It’s only the occurrence of a second and third drop, and then countless more, that stirs him into action, scampering into a nearby culvert to save himself.

Yet, even that quick thinking isn’t enough to fully protect him– at least the bottom half of his robe is muddied and soaked, and he sits for a moment to resign himself to wringing it out.

“…now, really…” Murmured under his breath. Of course, he’d been aware it had been raining at some point before his arrival; the puddles and wet earth and asphalt had made sure of that. But it didn’t rain in the Cat Kingdom, which left him perhaps unusually uneducated on its patterns on Earth.

It’s as he’s forlornly attempting to brush some of the dirt and mud off himself that he hears something echo across the walls surrounding him, the clatter of a distant stone or other refuse, and for the first time seems to realize just what kind of structure he’s taken refuge under. It’s hazy, immensely so, but he has distant recollections of Grandmama recounting stories of monsters living under bridges to him and his sisters.

But a culvert hardly counts as ‘under a bridge’, does it?

…Does it?

Debating furiously to himself over the few options open to him, he finally calls out, “I-Is there someone there..?”

The other end of the concrete structure is shrouded in darkness, but even an old cat’s eyes are better than your everyday average human. He’s not alone.

Here amid a small town, Bruce had thought he found a decent place to slumber, falling asleep to the pitter-patter of raindrops on cement and metal pipe. One couldn’t really listen to rain in the ocean. Not like on land. And he had thought the culvert a wonderful place to do so.

At least, until Bruce caught an unfamiliar scent. His head jolted up from his crossed webbed claws, and his beady blue eyes fastened on the figure silhouetted by the opening of the decrepit underpass. Or was this simply a massive drainpipe? Bruce wasn’t sure, but his attention was more closely locked on the stranger than his current surroundings.

The Cetus sniffed the air, rising from the ground and jostling loose a few stones underfoot. It smelled feline, much like the strays wandering around the harbor fish markets and boatyards. Though… it stood bipedal and dressed in some sort of clothing.

At the stranger’s question, Bruce gave out a hesitant ‘hmm’, although his bassal voice and surrounding acoustics amplified the thoughtful hum to a rumbling growl. “Well now, li’l morsel, that would depend on who’s askin’,” the darkness bellowed back. “Why don’t ye come in a little closer, eh? Can’t make out much of you ‘gainst the light.”

“It depends on my... employers’ mood, really.” A beat, followed by narrowing her eyes. “Really, half their moods.”

While Ox was the more collected of the two, Croc had a thick hide and an even thicker skull. More often than not they would butt heads on what to do, leaving the remaining member to try and mediate between the both of them.

It was a rare pleasure for the Bureau to have guests. The Baron always offered tea, a welcome seat, and a willing ear to those that found their way here, to the place where objects with souls of their own resided. For all appearances, the Baron appeared to be a cat, but was so much more.