🐲🦌Robin and Rebel🎬🎞️ (Catgirl Era ΘΔ)

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They/She 🏳️‍⚧️// Filmmaker // Hispanic // 25 // TF Lover // pfp: @StrayCatTrash.bsky.social // banner: @sixthsun.bsky.social // 🔞 // Currently working on some shit // ΘΔ Cat 🐈

Firepaw, staring blankly.
Front cover of Book one of Warriors the graphic novel.
Zander from the tv movie Z.O.M.B.I.E
Kratos begging
The single title: i wrote this directly after locking myself out of my apartment. The cover is shteppi trying to get into her apartment, her phone dead.
Rebel, flustered in a black dress and scarf.
Rebel stretching out her arms and wings, having awaken from a nap.
Rebel blocking the caption with her ears and horn: “Get them big ass fucking ears out the way of the caption damn”
Rebel as a pool toy
Inside a mall in front of a Claire’s with the title: Just got my clit pierced at Claire's
Rebel using her weapon mid-air, drawn in a Jake Long Style.
A post from the official Locarno Film Festival Instagram promoting their line of black and yellow toothbrushes which reads: “Whether used on regular human teeth or ferocious leopard fangs, experience superior cleaning with these two ultra-soft Curaprox toothbrushes. We're excited to launch this new collaboration - a limited edition exclusively designed by the Locarno Film Festival for Curaprox.”
A Tumblr post that reads: you want to be mommy's adjective noun, don't you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender
Opening title to Inland Empire.
Blue star on the the phone with Fire Paw: “FIREPAW!!! Did you or did you not open my bag of carbon monoxide in Thunderclan Territory!” Fire Paw in the receiving line: “I'm just saying hypothetically, how would we close it?” Grey Paw, his face stretched from the air pressure from the bag.
Ross Geller from Friends TV show
A metal wire choker with a bell in a heart with a pink ribbon.
A “i am… unstoppable” shirt with a dinosaur with a dinosaur grabber toy.
A JSCHLATT plushie on a shelf with other plushies.
A Three Days Grace shirt.
The tiger spirit and the bird from KPOP DEMON HUNTERS
Pink toy Tesla
A jaguar digging deep into a her prey.
A ticket for “The Amazing Digital Circus: The Last Act” for June 4th, 2026.
“In this house we stand for the flag and kneel for the cross” is captioned with the therian wolf flag from the post below and the therian symbol replacing the cross.
Fursona ref sheet of Rebel
Good Morning (1959) by Yasujiro Ozu
Fish slamming fist on ground, head down
Rebel fursona ref sheet.
Futa tax video above the Yorgos Lanthimos Video.
Dragon with a speech bubble
From earliest to furthest: “It’s Impossible To Learn To Plow By Reading Books” (Linklater), “Millennium Mambo” (Hou), “Last Days” (Van Sant), “Castration Movie Part i: Traps” (Weard)
A 4d8 role with the results being 15.
A camera with multiple lenses on it.
LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT poster.
Rebel standing, left hooves on ditigrade legs.
A pink plush that’s shaped like a balloon animal at a dollar store.
An IRL photo of some Korean Fried Rice I made one day.
Catherine in the “Skin Room” with her mole in the wall with veins on it as well.
Rebel in her battle jacket, filled with patches and pins.
A playlist with the art below as the cover. The playlist is titled “BEATS TO EAT FLESH TO”.
Synopsis: Michaela 'Traps' Sinclair is a trans sex worker trying to get by in Vancouver while also mentoring her recently-out friend Adeline and making an attempt at pursuing actual motherhood. Meanwhile, lowly production assistant Turner finds himself dangerously spiraling into inceldom as his current relationship implodes.
Rebel blushing.
away. The sound of a woman grunting, pulling this behemoth of a beast can be heard as well, getting closer and closer to the house. You stay still, before the sound of the gates closing makes you look at the wooden door at the end of the room. It must be the butcher's room. The crying squeals force you to cover your, still sensitive, ears. The sounds of rustling are upended by the sudden crack of bones. You uncover your ears, trying to hear anything else. The noise that pig was making, made it sound like an adult, and if that's the case, who could have been strong enough to kill a pig with their own bare hands? Then, you hear the shifting of muscles and soft organs, and then a snap from what can be mistaken for the pulling of a rope. The door opens up before you. You cower behind the table, as the lady lets herself in. It's the same one that saved you earlier. Her hat is long and pointy, but dips. The brim covers half her face, as well as her dark purple hair, with a black, silky dress covering her up. But what jumps out at you, are her pointy ears, sharp teeth, bloody claws, and fluffy tail attached to her behind. She's a werewolf, no one would contest you there. She turns her head in your direction and gives a slight grin. "Oh?" She says with surprise. "How long have you been awake?" You crawl out from the table and directly in front of her. Her glowing purple eyes have a pentagram pattern that immediately grabs your attention. "I should've introduced myself before I transformed you. The names Melunie." She puts her bloodied paws on her chest, which hypnotizes you. Since when did blood look so, juicy, to you?
Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump... Your eyes are closed. Resting. Mind wandering off. You can focus only on the beating of your own heart, and the coarse, labored breathing coming from your mouth. Your chest feels heavy, your back is being held down by what feels like dumbbells, and your legs are wrapped around... something. All you can remember is stumbling into the forest, tired and alone, before being approached by a.... woman? A beast? You pry open your eyes, expecting the glare of the sun to hit you, but when you adjust your eyes, you are welcomed by the warm glow of a fireplace. You look around the room, and you seem to be in some kind of spell room: A cauldron sits on the right, to the left, an assortment of herbs, labeled glass jars, and books stand on a long shelf, with a mortar and pestle in the middle, and across from you, a wooden door. But in the middle lies a table, covered in a cloth, with something bulging out. You move your arm, pulling yourself up, but the weight of everything on you is still pulling you down. Knowing something is off, you look behind you, only to be surprised by a pair of feathery wings attached to your back! Your heart jumps in shock, and you involuntarily put your hand over your mouth, except, before you can even do that, you see your once soft hands have now become sharp, rugged hooves. What was once five has now become three, as you stare down at them. As you do, you look down at your new, boxed maw. You feel for them, as if you still don't believe what you're seeing, and yes, it's ALL real. You open your