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#patchy the pirate kitty
hannahhook7744 · 1 month
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Random headcanon chain go!
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This is Gil's cat, Patchy.
No I will not be taking criticism. Let our boy have the cat.
I wrote a story here on ao3 about it btw.
@cleverqueencommander @c-rose2081 @panthera-tigris-venenata @casinotrio1965 and anyone else who wants to join.
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patchworkpuzzle · 2 years
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me to my cat: “look cute, i am going to send a pic to my friend patchy”
my boyfie: “what kinda pirates are you friends with???”
was thinking of you, thought you’d like a cute kitty pic :3
First being compared to a dog and now a pirate.... and here I thought Patchy was a cute nickname! *I'm kidding*
But look at the cutie! You were right!! I love kitty pictures so I very much appreciate this! Thank you 🥺💛
I shall also share one
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This is my boy. He's a hassle but he knows how to be adorable to keep on my good side.
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seacottons · 3 years
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Kitty you had a while back? May I ask you where the lil babie now? 🥺🥺 Kittens are adorable and really? There's only one other ash I know on atinytblr and it's @/galaxteez
Also I've been wanting to ask about your writinggggg~ hmm do you have a style of writing or certain books that you've read that inspired how you write? Also, I hope you've been taking good care of yourself coco~
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And look~ I found another kitten!!
aww, yes. his name is pepper. he liked to scratch the couches too much and my mom was fed up so we gave him to my brother's friend. i'm still heartbroken. he was my little baby. also, yes! that's the ash i was referring to
as for the writing style— sweats.. um. i don't really read much. if at all. i never read the books I was assigned in uni & h.s. just used summarized descriptions from the web and stuff. i don't really think i have a style of writing? each piece feels too different from each other if that makes sense. i liked silent song of the sea's style the most out of everything i've written. i really want to try and have a go at a pirate au, but i can't seem to get back to writing r.i.p.
my week's been so busy, sorry for the patchy replies. hope you've been well :")
+ san is the cutest kitten that's ever lived
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hannahhook7744 · 11 months
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badun detective agency fluff where they just gotta help someone find their missing pet that accidentally ran away! Reza and some of his friends maybe! (Or maybe the entire agency? Hmmm)
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Trigger warnings; missing pets, animal attacks, illness, and mention of death.
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"I'm sorry, what?" Harry must have heard Hook wrong because there was absolutely no possible way—
"I said I need ya to find Gil's cat," Hook growled with frustration, thrusting a single piece of parchment paper into his face as his eyes shifted around the room. Refusing to meet his own.
Harry was too baffled to be offended and didn't even bother glaring at the older boy as he examined the sheet.
It had a nicely done ink drawing of a white cat with an eye patch covering its left eye and the word 'Lost' above its head. A drawing that was frankly too nicely done to be drawn by Uma (who was only good at drawing sea and pirate related things) or Gil (who wasn't the best at drawing things that weren't egg or weight related).
Harry glanced at Hook over the poster, subtly, studying him for a moment as he wondered where Hook had gotten the drawing from. Only to pause when he spotted a quill in Harry's coat pocket, ink smudges on his fingertips, and an ink splatter on his shirt.
It didn't take a genius to deduce that he had cut out the middleman and drawn it himself so that Gil's supposed cat could be found quicker. Which brought him back to one of his other many questions...
"Since when does Gil have a cat? "
Harry had never heard of the LeGumes having any pets other than Gaston's hellion of a dog that sent shivers down his spine every time he came across it after the summer of shortages and sepsis a few years back.
No one had ever mentioned a cat.
And Gastin hated cats.
He chewed on his lip, annoyed by the information he was just now finding out.  The information which was completely contradictory to what was common knowledge.
It didn't make any sense.
Harry hated it when things didn't make sense.
"He's had the damned thing for a fortnight and it doesn't leave the ship for obvious reasons," Hook replied looking miserable.
"How long has it been missing?"
"Since this mornin'. Sunshine asked me to look after it while he watched mini-sunshine and he won't be back till Monday, and I took my eye off of the blasted little welt for five minutes and now it's gone—"
Harry put a hand up to silence him, already sensing that his nickname buddy frenemy was about to blow a fuse.
"Alright Alright, chill. We'll find the cat before Gil gets back. What's its name?"
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"Who names a cat, Patchy?" was the first question that his team asked after he and Jace debriefed them on their newest case.
Harry wasn't surprised in the slightest that it was Reza of all people who asked the question.
"Really, Re, that's the part you focus on?" Yzla sighed, resting her head in his lap. No doubt exhausted from the emotional reunion between her, Zevon, and their family the other night.
Harry really wished she had stayed home and rested instead of answering his call on the walkie. But after 9 years of working with her, he knew better than to try and send her back home when they had a case. No matter the circumstances.
"What? It's a valid inquiry!"
Eddie rolled his eyes from the beat up bean bag chair in the corner, sipping on a slushie he somehow managed to get his hands on. Hermie was halfway asleep in his lap, playing with the zipper on his jacket.
"What else would he have named it? Anophthalmia?"
"Anything would have been a more suitable name than 'Patchy'! It's undignified!"
"I highly doubt Patchy is insecure about his name—"
"You cannot say for sure that he is not!"
"I'm sorry, which one of us has a cat?"
"You're not special, Eddie. Yzla has a cat as well—"
"I never said I was—"
"Guys can we please not fight—
"Stay out of this Jace!"
Jace let out a long suffering sigh from beside him and Harry couldn't help but think that just maybe his cousin didn't get paid enough for this.
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“Here kitty, kitty, kitty—” 
“Are you expecting the cat to answer you back?” Reza asked, looking at Eddie as if he had lost his mind. 
Eddie ignored him and kept calling out for the cat, hoping they’d find it soon and relatively unharmed—while also trying very hard not to think of his and his mother’s own cats back home. He couldn’t stand to think of them scared and all alone, and possibly hurt or worse. It hurt too much.
He hoped Gil wouldn’t even notice Patchy was gone. At least until they found him. He had enough to worry about without adding this on top of it.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Come out, come out, come out wherever you are!”
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Harry rested his chin on his fist from where he sat atop a rock. Eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the area around them for clues.
Jace could practically hear the gears turning inside his head. 
He wondered if it would be inappropriate to make a joke about being happy that his cousin was actually using his brain for once instead of just throwing himself head first into their investigation before deciding against it.
They couldn’t giggle (or fight): They were at a crime scene. Well, if the last place one saw a missing pet counted as a crime scene. 
Either way, they were on a case. It wouldn’t be right to giggle when Gil was at home watching his sister—completely unaware that his beloved kitten had been lost by his best friend. Who was probably somewhere freaking out about the fact that said beloved kitten was probably, maybe dead.
Jace was torn away from his thoughts by a long, loud, tired sounding sigh that originated from his cousin. Who was now pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated at their lack of progress.
Like always.
“Now if I was a cat, where would I wander off to?”
Jace bit back a groan. Just knowing that they were most certainly gonna require a first aid kit when they got back to base because of whatever Harry was about to do.
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"Hermie get down from there!" Yzla called out, cringing at the sheer height of the tree Hermie was in.
"Relax, 'Zla! I'll be fine. I'm an acrobat, remember?" Hermie replied, her voice airy. Head in the clouds and not a care in the world. 
"Being an acrobat won't save you from a broken neck!"
"You worry too much!"
"Hermie, I'm not kidding–"
Yzla could hear the frantic thump, thump, thump of her heart as Hermie grew smaller and smaller in the air. 
Was this what it felt like to have a heart attack?
"I'm fine—AHH!" 
SNAP. 
SNAP. 
CRACK.
SNAP. 
"HERMIE!" 
Hermie plummeted to the ground, branches of the thin tree just barely slowing her descent in time for Yzla to sprint over and catch her. 
The beating of her heart was almost deafening now. 
Hermie gave her a sheepish look, holding up a very scared kitten. The exact kitten they'd been looking for.
"Found him!"
Yzla said nothing, giving her a death glare. Far from amused and still too terrified to be in a celebratory mood.
"I'm banned from field work for the foreseeable future again, aren't I?"
Yzla nodded as she slowly began the track back to their base. Still carrying Hermie and the kitten. 
At least Hermie wouldn't be alone in her field work ban, since knowing Harry, he'd probably gotten hurt too and far worse than her. 
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