[cerulean blue]

Yass tubbs!! wipp
love neko atsume! please make peaches or another rare cat quq

username:
мυѕιc&тєα


name:
Tubbs
まんぞくさん
Manzoku-san “Satisfaction”

gender:
⚦ male

favorite food:
Tubbs can be satisfied with any food (except for cabbage)
but his ultimate food for life is dumplings. Preferably,
seafood dumplings but overall dumplings are his favourite.
He also adores sashimi, but due to the variety of sashimi
compared to dumplings dumplings will be the champion.

are they a blessing or a curse?:
Tubbs can be a bit of both, but once
you get to know him, he can be a loveable curse.
He is like a mobile food trashcan. When you want get rid of
leftovers just call Tubbs-the leftovers saviour. He is also
chubby, fluffy which no mortal can not adore. But when he
gets comfortable he can be a greedy beast, eating all
the food and prevents you from collecting more cats
uhh, and eats whatever falls into his sight and does care
if the food is someone else's. So whenever theres
a dinner party-either invite him (but come extra early) or
just never EVER invite him to any food related event.

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[ArizonaT3a]

username:
Kage the shadow
name:
Tubbs
gender:
Male
favorite food:
Edible roses (candy ones)
are they a blessing or a curse?:
Tubbs is a bit of both, although he may be cute. He can be quite troublesome, food is gone quickly when this boy is around. You don't have to worry about leftovers but you might want to worry a bit about starving if you're poor, he seems to shut down and just gobble things down without a thought when he is hungry. Which is most the time...
Although he is a cook himself he has to try to hold himself back from doing this bad habit of his.
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[bats9]

username ;; latte
name ;; taylor
gender ;; transmale
favorite food ;;
are they a blessing or a curse? ;; a curse ):>
1 extra: words are easierrrr

[AustrianAce]

username: Austriagirl

name: Thomas "Tubbs" Eaton

gender: Male

favorite food:

Peanut Butter- non perishable, has protein, and tastes delicious! He loves anything with peanut butter in it, and it is one of his most often stolen foods.



are they a blessing or a curse?:

Thomas is a blessing to the poor, and a curse to the rich. He likes to call himself Robin Hood, and steals money/ food/ etc. from the rich and gives to the poor communities. He's always been more hungry than most, but resolved to help those who did not have access to the food he had instead of gorging himself. Friends who don't know him as well as they'd like to think they do call him "Tubbs" because he always seems to have an excess of food at his house. He never keeps the food or money he steals for himself, but doesn't want anyone to know except the closest of his friends. So he lets them think he eats a lot of food, and if receives food as a gift as a joke, he will donate that too.

1 extra: Will be two art pieces <3
unfortunately ran out of time for the extra because of school <3

[suneater]

oml res

[sillies]

username:
name:
gender:
favorite food:
are they a blessing or a curse?:
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mmmmmark


i love tubbs

[UltimateKitty]

mark because it's TUBBS

[Reiji]

username: musashi
name:
gender: male
favorite food: durian crepe
are they a blessing or a curse?:
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ooooppp

[zoocyte]

username: Skitterspider
name: Michiko
gender: Female
favorite food:
She opened up the paper bag. The aroma of bread fresh out of the oven - in other words, heaven. Michiko sucked it in with a longing sigh.
On her way to school, young Michiko would press her face against the glass of the bakery, imagining what it would be like to sneak at least one bite of their famous homemade pastries.
Her mother had worked extra hard today to earn enough money to buy this bread, especially just for this very special day - birthdays only come by once a year, after all. The loving smile that graced her weary features was enough to fill Michiko with warmth.
The young kit couldn't wait to dig in. Pulling out the animal shaped pastry (this one was a turtle) out of the paper bag, she had to use every ounce of self-control she had to stop herself from stuffing it all in her mouth. A treat like this was meant to be savoured - she might not get the opportunity to try something as tasty as this in a long while.
Before she could take a bite, a tiny meow caught her attention. A scrawny tuxedo kitten waddled towards her, mewling softly.
She remembers seeing this stray wandering around outside the bakery, looking for scraps.
Her honey eyes met his pale green. He was staring at her expectantly.
After a few moments of hesitation, torn between her own selfish greed and her pity for the poor thing, she broke off a chunk and offered it to him.
Immediately the tom began gobbling it up. This cat had an appetite - not unlike herself.
While he ate, Michiko ran a hand along his boney frame. His fur was softer than any material she's ever come across before.
It took her a moment to realise that she was smiling.
The odd duo enjoyed the meal together in silence.
Food isn't as good if you can't enjoy it with others.

are they a blessing or a curse?: Point of view
Boss is...Angry at one of the kids again. Third time this week.
Her chubby face is scrunched in to a scowl as she stared down at the shivering kit.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to play rough with the cats?!"
Boss has a glare sharper than a cutlass.
The offender refuses to meet her eyes, staring at the ground in shame as tears well up in her eyes. The fuzzy kitten she has her arms tightly wrapped around just barely manages to slip out of her iron grip. It plops on the floor with a triumphant mewl and scampers towards me. I pet its ruffled fur reassuringly as I watch the rest of the action unfold with a sigh. I've learned that it's...Better not to interfere when Boss gets this pissed off.
The kit's mother marches over to defend her child, whose quiet sniffling has ascended to a deafening bawl - a sound that catches the attention of the rest of the costumers in the cafe. Man, and I thought I was terrible with kids. All the noise and squabbling is a sharp contrast to the calming aura the cafe exudes on peaceful days.
Boss and the angry mother hen exchange a heated, rapid-fire discourse, Boss ranting at how irresponsible her child was when it came to her handling of the cats ("My cats aren't just some ragdolls you can muck around with and stitch up when you tear the seams!" Funny - this kitten just so happens to be a ragdoll cat actually.) and the distraught momma fuming at the mistreatment of her darling angel ("She is four! How would she know any better?!").
In the end, Boss stomps away. The mother gathers up her child and stalks out of the cafe. The Neko Atsume is silent for a few moments as the customers glance uneasily at Boss. Slowly, the usual activity resumes, however it seems muted. They whisper in hushed voices. Another kit who was playing with a calico slowly steps away from the cat, darting to bury her face in her father's embrace, mumbling something about not wanting to anger the 'scary fat cat lady,'
Better go check up on her. Cautiously, I trail after Boss. She's in the den, which is her own private room where she can enjoy the company of her beloved felines without having to deal with the hustle bustle. Normally I wouldn't interrupt, but...
"Erm, are you alright?" This had to be one of her worst explosions so far. By now, the regulars have gotten used to her tactless tongue and stern reprimands. However, she's never yelled before - And at a kid, no less.
Boss shakes her head with a sigh.
"Sometimes I wonder why I still bother trying to run this rickety shack. We're drowning in debt, we've been losing more and more of our regulars, I can't keep my blabbermouth shut in front of the kids, these customers are driving me crazy. I should've left this place to rot months ago, pack up and leave, but..."
Her eyes land on the old tuxedo tom curled in her lap. There's a softness in her honey eyes that she never spares for anybody other than her cats.
"I've worked so hard to get where we are now. It may be a pain to maintain this place, but it's what I've wanted since I was a kid. I love each of these dumb fur balls. I can't give this up."
I feel like I'm intruding on a private moment.
"I've been nothing but a curse. Everybody who comes to this cafe hates me - How could they not? I see it in the way they look at me. The little ones cower whenever I come near. Hardly anyone touches the cats anymore when I'm around, probably don't want to deal with any of the venom that comes out of my mouth whenever I catch them doing something they shouldn't. Nobody likes a sour puss."
Boss pauses for a while. I decide to throw my two cents in.
"If you really do enjoy what you're doing, then...I don't see why you should stop. You rescued each of these strays yourself, though you may not enjoy being around other people, they definitely do."
I chuckle as I remember an incident that happened a few days ago. I caught one of the furballs (he is appropriately named Bandit) eating from one of the customer's plates when they weren't looking. Instead of getting mad however, she laughed it off, saying that seeing the cat's face dripping with whipped cream and bread crumbs was enough to make her day.
"What you've done for the sake of these cats...After a harsh life spent on the streets, you gave them a great home where they're appreciated. Showered with love and affection. Though it may look like you haven't made a difference, it's made all the difference for them...Like it has for me."
My throat goes dry as old memories start coming back to me, but I continue anyway.
"After my gang kicked me out, I had no place to stay, nowhere to go, no direction, nothing to call my own. I was lost. Nobody would take in a filthy, trouble causing delinquent like me. No matter how much I wanted to change, people kept seeing the old me. You were the first to offer me a job and a place to stay, regardless of my past mistakes, so long as I had the will to earn my keep."
Head bowed, I mumbled, "...I've said it before, but...Thank you."
Boss is silent for a moment. She has a smug grin on her face.
"Funny, Miles. Didn't think the scary tough guy was this sentimental. You're just a big softie, aren't you?"
My cheeks heat up. She gets up, her movements not as stiff as they were before, setting the tom back on the ground. He stretches lazily, jaws opening up in to a yawn.
"Well, let's not hang around twiddling our thumbs. The customers aren't going to wait for us, are they? Get back to work."

[Master of Nothing]

res! <3