#the trash goblin demands to be loved

[macsimagines]

Shinichiro and Draken with a s/o who has a pet cat or rabbit or something and her pet is always taking up her time?

Me and my babygirl bunny

Shinichiro Sano VS. Noodles the Cat

This man has fought and bled for what he believes in. He has faced adversaries that would make most men crumple in fear, and has garnered the respect of many of them. So for him to call your pet his most hated enemy really does mean something.

He is mad salty about it. Not even going to pretend he doesn't have issues with Noodles the cat. You're his sweet perfect angel that was sent form heaven as a reward for all his efforts in this life. Your cat was some kind of divine retribution for crimes he must have committed in a past life.

"Hello, my sexy beautiful and absolutely perfect angel, Y/N~~~!!! .... and Noodles." "Mrow~"

Shinichiro swears the feeling of hatred and disapproval is mutual however. Your cat is constantly hissing and swatting at him when you're not looking. Ever seen a grown man get punked by a cat?

"He's the devil-fucking-incarnate baby, he tried to slit my throat last night I swear-," "Oh baby, stop being silly." "...B-but the scratches..."

Truthfully, he's too scared to demand you choose between him or the cat. He doesn't want to risk you picking that feral trash goblin you call a kitty-kitty over himself... Cats don't live that long anyways... Right?

Ken Ryuguji (AKA Draken) VS. Mr. Fluffers

First and foremost, he bought you the fucking thing. Worst purchase of his life.

But you had confessed, a deep and profound love for the cute little fluffy beasts one night. Had told him it was your one true hope and dream to have one someday and he had decided about a year of you two moving in together he would make that dream come true.

So what if the little beast looks like it craves human flesh, he's sure the little guy is just skittish and that with time it will warm up to him.

Wrong. So very fucking wrong.

Mr. Fluffers loves you. He eagerly awaits your pets and hops onto your lap to receive your attention and affection. Draken, however, he seems to be out for blood. Every time he walks into the room the rabbit is thumping and kicking up his feet at the mere sight of him.

"I'm pretty sure this thing is sayin' fuck you with its eyes." "Don't be ridiculous, and Mr. Fluffers has a name."

Meanwhile Mr. Fluffers:

He knows how much the little fucker means to you though. And he is by no means scared of a bunny. He can kick that bunnies ass...maybe.

Draken lets the little thing stick around despite the fact that it only seems to bite him and naw on his things. Anything to keep you happy.

#not really yandere #so i wont tag it as such #draken tokyo revengers #draken headcanons #ken ryuguji headcanons #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano headcanons

[stonecoldsilly]

listen to me listen to me captain k.p. hob is going to find out in literally the next episode from the court of wonder trash that rue (because obviously it was them and not the other named members? wuvvy and gwyndoline don’t have the CLOUT) was the one to stop the marriage between the goblin court and the court of wonder as being unsuitable and we’re going to get a whole heartbreaking scene where he realises they didn’t don’t think goblins are worth love matches and that they for unknown reasons sent their assistant to demand satisfaction for their honour, probably for even attempting to invite rue into that tree in the first place and reaching so far above his station and PRESUMING upon them and hob never understood half the forest interaction let alone why wuvvy was dueling him or even received the letter and he’s going to think he never had a CHANCE my boy’s going to feel worthless and sad oh god oh god it’s a reverse pride and prejudice ‘against my better judgement’ moment oh god miscommunication is my favourite trope oh my lord brennan and oscar how is this episode three and it’s THIS GOOD I’m fucking LOSING IT

#a court of fey and flowers #oscar is SO #brennan is VERY #i love watching aabria RUN #dimension 20 spoilers #dimension20 #battlemaster of ceremonies #acofaf #captain k.p. hob #delloso de la rue

[prongsfish]

thank you @fandom-trash-goblin for the tag!!

1. Are you named after anyone? nope :)

2. When was the last time you cried? i'm not sure actually, but definitely within the last 24h. i cry very easily

3. Do you have kids? noooo. i'd say i'm too young but actually i'm not all that far off from how old my mum was jeez... i don't exactly plan on following her lead in that though, she was quite young and atm i don't ever plan on having kids. i don't think i'd be a very good parent and i don't think i'll ever be ready to make a commitment that big.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? i do sometimes but i'm not a very dry type of sarcastic, i usually over-exaggerate to extremes

5. What sports do you play/have you played? i played netball as a kid but i'm not very sporty... i also played a bit of volleyball in hs

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people? i'm not sure honestly. just, their appearance i guess? i have a bad habit of judging people very quickly based on their appearance and other similarly shallow factors, so i guess the first thing i "notice" is just whatever category i put them in inside of my head

7. Scary movies or happy endings? these are two entirely seperate things, but in general my favourite movies have ambiguous or bittersweet endings so probably scary movies? i don't watch a lot of horror because i prioritise an impactful story over anything else and i don't like realistic scary stories, but i like general scary atmospheres and some of my favourite pieces of media are horror (donnie darko, the haunting of hill house)

8. Any special talents? not really? idk, there are things i'm good at, but not any interesting talents that come to mind

9. Where were you born? australia. that's the most specific you're getting sorry

10. What are your hobbies? doomscrolling, listening to pretentious music, consuming + talking about media, reading/writing fanfic, drawing, and... not much else really lol. i don't do much, and there are more things i'd like to do but i barely have time to do the hobbies i already have lmao. maybe someday i'll finally learn guitar...

11. Do you have any pets? none of my own but sue me i still think of the family pets as my pets, so two dogs and three cats :)

12. All-time fave piece of media? this is an insane question but okay uhh. i seriously don't know if i can choose... i think i have to say the social network, it's my favourite movie. normal people by sally rooney is close behind (the book, i haven't seen the show yet)

13. Fave subject in school? i pretty much hated everything until i understood what was going on and then i loved it until i didn't again, rinse and repeat. but probably economics or english lit!

14. Dream job? realistically, i'm on track to becoming something in finance, probably a financial advisor or an accountant of some kind. that's kind of my "dream" field because i've been set on it since i was like 13/14, and i enjoy it! but it's definitely a compromise between enjoyment and money. for a real dream job? if i had my way i'd be a uhh professional analytical thought haver. thesis statement writer, perhaps. unfortunately it seems like there is no demand for that kind of career so i will just stick with finance LMAO

15. Eye colour? brown

no pressure tags: @crackeds0b @xeme-starx @sapphos-queer-kid

#tag game

[jimmy-is-a]

Incoming rant about my precious darling, Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity. (Disclaimer: I am talking about the characters and the plot only! All my love goes out for all the creators of Empires. It’s just the actions of the characters that I have a problem with.)

Watch the newest episode, was planning on making posts out of it, and instead I just died of grief

Jimmy is all alone in tumble town. No one else lives with him. Everyone his ever met has been cruel or indifferent to him in some way. Everyone has laughed at him. He just wants basic human kindness, and he’ll take it from anyone. He built vacation houses and begged for his neighboring rulers to spend some time in them because of his crushing loneliness. He found an strange, old man in a cave underneath his town and immediately wants to be best friends.

When he asks for respect, many interpret it as demanding the kind of authoritative respect, like he’s supreme leader of everyone in Empires or something. But no. At this point, he’s pleading for even a shred of basic respect. He just wants someone, anyone, to treat him like a person. To treat him with an ounce of dignity.

Everyone, including Jimmy sometimes, acts like what he’s asking for is some huge, impossible feat. But in reality, all someone has to do is say hello, have a normal conversation with him, behave like a normal person, respect some boundaries, and then don’t act like doing these bare necessities are some great luxury that they are so kindly gifting to the unworthy Jimmy. Don’t threaten to take away this shred of kindness if he does one thing you don’t like.

fWhip is especially guilty of this. He was nice to Jimmy for awhile, then fWhip got his feelings hurt and then treated Jimmy like trash. Then, this goblin has the audacity to say on stream that he’ll be nice again if Jimmy just apologizes. That, my esteemed followers, is called manipulation and abuse. No, fWhip, you can’t just treat Jimmy like a tool that is no longer useful to you. You should treat him like a person, because he is one.

Sorry that this rant got so long, I just have many feelings about my baby boy Jimmy. I promise I’m not actually mad at anyone, especially not the creators or anything. I just have emotionally attached myself to the character of Sheriff Jimmy, and if I could wrap him up in blankets and give him little forehead kisses and never let anyone or anything hurt him again, I would.

#empires smp #empires smp s2 #empires jimmy #i just love him so much #I don’t want anyone else to hurt him #I want to protect him with my life #they refused to give him anything so I want to give him everything #if he doesn’t go a villain arc soon I will #I will slaughter his enemies and burn everything to the ground so I can build him a home of blood and ash

[tobiasdrake]

At long last, it's time. The siege has begun.

I'm going to bring this place crashing into the ocean. While on fire.

I hope you got everything out of your miserable unlife that you wanted, Aephorul. Because I remember exactly how I felt that day, and the blood hasn't left my eyes since.

Alright, team. This is it. You know what this is and you know what we're here to do. By the end of today, I want to be holding Aephorul's heart or the nearest desiccated organ left in his rotting skeleton of a body in my bare hand.

Erlina will be waiting for us in there. We're going straight through her and not even looking back.

Let's paint the sky red.

I shouldn't be surprised that Aephorul's idea of a locking mechanism is disgusting. I am, however, impressed with his commitment to the bit. Dude loves his fleshy shit.

Um. Hi? I don't think we've met. Yes, we are here to either liberate or butcher you. Please specify which of the two you would like to order.

One order of butchering coming right up.

*sigh*

You know, I'm starting to develop a love/hate relationship with alchemy. I love it when it's on our side and hate it when it's on theirs.

We don't have time for this.

Goodbye, some dude I've never heard of whose name is probably a Monkey Island reference.

...well. Fuck.

Sure would be nice if there was an alchemist in our midst who didn't abandon me like everyone else and could instead mix up more of that anti-psychic juice. But I guess we'll have to deal.

As tempting as your illusory robot flirtations are, I am currently fueled by far too much homicidal zeal to sleep. The adrenaline coursing through my veins won't let me.

YOU'RE NOT EVEN HERE YOU BASTARD. Shut the fuck up.

...why....

...would that ever be a thing that is happening to me....

What could possibly have occurred in my journey that would result in this taking place? That last one was pretty decent, 7/10, but this is a solid 2. You need to up your psychedelic game, Aephorul because this acid trip just got a lot less convincing.

See? Like that. You dream-vision me into the Humble Boast and send me into the kitchen to see the chef, I expect to see fucking Garl at the cookpot. That would be a potent vision. I might even be inclined to forget how obviously fake it is because I just want to see him again so badly.

Instead, you give me a mole man. Great. Because that's something that's going to win me over and make me want to forget why I came here.

This is the shittiest predatory illusion I've ever been under the influence of. Hall of Illusions, I demand to speak with your manager.

THERE YOU ARE. You better listen the fuck up and listen good because I've got about a dozen--

Hey, wait a second. Serai, isn't this that other guy you wanted us to murder? I guess he transferred departments after finishing up with Repine, and now he has a new job. That he fucking sucks at.

You should believe her. We're kind of on a streak in the blood vengeance department.

By the way, body covered in eyes? Not a great choice. You've riddled yourself with vulnerable spots. You're basically giving her a whole mess of options for what to stab.

Yeah, just like that. That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That one looks like it hurt. I didn't think a face consisting solely of a gigantic eye wouldn't be capable of pulling off the "OH GOD MY TESTES" face but there it is.

He's trying so hard to save face and not look like he's fleeing for his life while whimpering because he just got stabbed in the junk.

Oh, you've got fanboys with glowsticks now. Yep, that'll do it. Sure to keep you safe. You've definitely--

Oh no, your useless trash goblins all died unexpectedly. It is a mystery.

By the way, you probably shouldn't have kept your eyes on me because--

AGAIN! I KNOW! Man, she's really got it out for you.

This is the most fun I've ever had filing a complaint.

The "I'm going to go get my big brother to beat you up" energy going on right now is amazing. Delivered in the smuggest possible tone.

The new bodyguards are nice, they look tougher than the last, but they don't exactly protect you from....

...that. They don't exactly protect you from that.

You gonna suck it up and take your-- and he's running again.

This wasn't quite what I was expecting when I stormed in here to commit a murder but honestly, I'm so glad I was here for this.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

[dramioneasks]

can you recommend anything like "begged and borrowed time" by romanticmisanthrope on ao3 that's completed or at least not abandoned? i have already looked at the tags and read "wait and hope" and most of the other popular memory loss fics btw. i love the idea of d or hr GAINING memories after an accident and the other being their healer. maybe it isn't an idea that's been explored much but if there is anything else like it i would hate to miss it. thanks for any help you can offer!!! ❤️❤️

Link to Me - GirlInPeriwinkleBlue - T, 41 chapters - After an accident occurs that lands Hermione Granger in St. Mungo’s, she sees a face she has not seen in three years and her life is flipped upside down in more ways than one

familiar faces, worn out places by lovesbitca8 - M, one-shot - “You are at St. Mungo’s. You were in a coma.” He looks me over again, taking a pause. “I am a Healer here now,” he says, like it explains something. My fingers stretch, drifting across his sleeve. He looks down, like I’ve thrown mud at him. Forcing my vocal chords together for the first time, I whisper, “What’s your name?”

The Healer’s Guide To Transfiguration - malpal132 - E, one-shot - It happens like this: Hermione is hunched over her desk like some kind of Tolkien goblin, essentially deep-throating three Sambal fish tacos from Del Seoul in a desperate bid to finish a late lunch before her next appointment (she’d rather choke to death than be late) when a light knock on the open door makes her head snap up. “Dr. Granger?” Holy shit. Holy shit. Her previous nonchalance about choking to death vanishes when she sees who’s standing in her door and a piece of fish hunkers down for a long winter in her esophagus. “Are you–shall I perform the Heimlich?” He asks, face familiar and concerned as he moves a step closer. “I don’t think your face should be that shade of purp–” She cuts him off by vomiting into the trash can. Airway finally clear, she gulps a few greedy breaths. Her lungs expand and her face burns, and Hermione genuinely wonders if she’s hallucinating. She’s not prone to fantastical thinking even though she’s well acquainted with the fantastic, but…why else would Draco Malfoy be standing in front of her? Malfoy, on crutches. Malfoy, handing her a tissue? Malfoy, but…not. It’s complicated.

The Girl Without a Face - ironstarkk - M, 66 chapters, Words: 132,889 - A story of heartache, devotion and lost memories. "Not tonight, maybe tomorrow though.“ ___ "Who are you?” Draco asked cautiously as he watched the woman rinse her soapy hands under the lukewarm water. The woman didn’t even spare him a glance over her shoulder when she scoffed slightly. Draco didn’t know what to think, but he demanded to know what was going on. "You don’t remember me?“ The woman finally spoke, her hands reaching for the faucet as she dried them with a towel. She turned to look at the blonde boy, a curious glint in her soft, brown eyes. "Good. That makes my job so much easier." ___ Draco Malfoy, believed to be murdered during the war, finds himself awakening from a coma seven years later during which all his memories had vanished. Healer Hermione Granger, heartbroken from the betrayal weighted upon her, forces herself to cast her own emotions aside, and former resentment for the blonde wizard, to help him search for his lost memories and return to full recovery.

-Lisa

#anonymous #memory modification [hermione] #memory modification [draco] #draco: healer #hermione: healer

[shardofhope-fanfic]

A celebration of life for a very special rat.

Juice Box, May 2021 to April 5th, 2023

I knew that neither of them would be around very long. I was told time and time again that they only lived 2 years or so, 3 if you were lucky and 4 if you had an immortal on your hands. I thought I would have been ready for it, when the time came. I had seen people and pets pass before. I was wrong.

I'm not going to talk about his sudden failing weight. I'm not going to talk about him shrinking compared to his brother. I'm not going to talk about the medications and special diet I used to try and ween him back to health. I'm not going to talk about the half a dozen vet visits I took him to in two months, trying to buy him comfort and health for as long as I could. And I'm not going to talk about the gradual recovery, only for a steep decline to suddenly take him within 36 hours. That's not what this was about. This is a celebration, a show of love to the little gremlin that improved my life tremendously even while causing me problems. The best I can give him now is a digital memory that will, luck serving, even outlive me. An extension of existence that only I can provide. A digital rat ghost, and a way to show off my best boy to the world, one last time.

I had bought them on a whim. I was working nights, my mental health was at its worst, and like all fools, I decided on a bit of retail therapy. I have no idea how I landed on a rat breeder site, but it went downhill from there.

I drove for 3 hours after a 12 hour shift to pick these two goones, Juice box and Jimmothy from the breeder. Those are the names I gave them because at that point I was delirious from caffeine and excitement, so named them the best I could

I had no idea what I was getting into whatsoever. You look at that adorable, photogenic man and tell me you expected trouble! But he was. Although not as brash and indipendet as his brother, he was a escape artist through and through. He was the one that first broke out of the cage when I wasn't looking. I found him 10 min later, watching me from the trash can.

And then under the dresser

And later, on the bed after breaking into the snacks.

I would later have to modify the cage to keep him and his brother from escaping. What I learned first is that rats were smarter than you would give them credit for. They would engineer escapes if they caught me slacking, pull things through the bars of the cage, the works.

But what I learned about my pocket puppies was a diffrence of personality. Jimmothy was, and still is, a tank of a rat. Even at two years old, he fights off my younger rat Jeepers with ease. The man is nearly 500 grams but according to the vet is "Healthy as a old man could possiably be, if a bit fat." Hes always had a personality to match. A rowdy, demanding rat with an independence streak a mile long Juice box turned out to be a god-damned goofball.

Jimmothy, if given the ability, would mug you for cheese. Juice box? oh he would just share it and try to be your friend. There wasn;t a brain cell rattling around in that head that wasn't dedicated to friendship. So he was a goofy, dumb little goblin.

Unlike his brother, he would sometimes come up and just flop in your lap, or hang out on your shoulder like a fuzzy parrot. He didn't pretend he didn't want your love like his prideful brother.. He had no pride, only love in his little heart.

He of course, cuddled most with his brother, something he grudgingly went along with. he was the runt after all, and like the little brat he was he got what he wanted. But that didn;t mean he shunned human company completely.

He would let me pose him for these silly little photos as well, but I didn't just use him for my own artistic desires, I enjoyed some smuggle time as well.

not to mention he would groom me constantly. At first I thought it was just something tastey on my hands. I would not assume love out of this simple act. But after some tests, washing my hands with non sented soaps, and even showering, he still groomed me. A simple act that showed me how much he cared, in his own little air headed way. I find it funny that I have so few picures of this act, despite the fact he would do it for half a hour if allowed. I guess I was too busy enjoying the moment.

That's not to say his brother didn't love me, Juice was just more willing to show it. Jimmothy had his ways but he was much like a cat in that respect. I was also his second fav. His love for his brother was unmatched, even when he was being a bit of a bully.

They would fuck with each other constantly, steal food from each other constantly, and play wrestle. Pretty much brothers through and through. Little shitheads that they were

But although his brother hadn't aged a day, Jimmothy began to slow down. I won't torment you with that slow painful process. But what I will share with you is a small ray of sunshine. A small, warm moment, from me to you. And a comfort most other rat owners needed to hear.

As he got older and started to slow down, he grew more gentle and more attached. he would run to me during their playtime and cuddle into me. He would bury his little face into my shirt. He would even hide under my shirt. The little scamp was most likely getting away for his more energetic younger brother. But then he started getting sick.

And all he did was seek time with me. He would, even wobbly and ill as he was, clamber up to the cage when opened and try to climb up my arm. He would fight me when I went to put him back in the cage, weakly, but still. I thought at the time he was seeking comfort and quiet with me, while the other two healthy rats ran rampant. Now, I'm half convinced he did it for me too. I had thought them animals, smart, but animals none the less. I am convinced he knew his time was coming far before me, as I stubbornly fought to keep the reaper at bay for a few months more. But he sought me out for comfort, to be held, every single time, even when he could barely move he strive to climb up my shoulder or fall asleep in my arms. He felt safe. He trusted me when he must have been scared

The last week he spent alive was spent close to me. He didn't want to wander so I would keep him at my desk, so he would be close. He had put on weight that week, and had been eating pretty well and responding to antibiotics. But on his last day on this earth, he refused to eat but would bury himself in my warmth whenever he could. I remember watching shitty youtube videos while petting him the entire morning, a day I had had off for once in a long time. I was showered from the gym and in fresh clothes. I put him down in his pet bed, tucked him in, and got a little writing done. And then he was gone. It's the only comfort I had, really, that I was with him when he died. That although I wasn't holding him, he didn't feel alone, he didn't feel scared. Rats tend to go out loud, screaming and fighting. Juice box passed so quietly that I only noticed when I picked him up and he was cold. I am sure, that he knew he was loved. All your rats know that you love them. Take some comfort in that although their lives were short, you were their entire world.

#pet rats #my rats #pet death #pet

[moonsbean]

A list of things my boyfriend does that are green flags but also extremely dorky

- showed me his favorite movie and afterwords mentioned in the first girlfriend he’s showed it to. It’s Naruto the last. A ninja love story.

- noticed my anxiety at a family meal and made sure I was ok

- refuses to let me get an appetizer as my meal because of “sustenance” and because “I need protein”

- tells me the lore behind his anime’s and their animation studios (it’s his dream job)

- told me he was ready to become a husband and father not just be married or have kids 🫣

- this dork does everything he can to prove he can provide and protect me from going to the gym to looking into future jobs so I don’t have to work

- even at my most cryptid trash goblin form makes sure to remind me I’m pretty

- calls my dog his daughter and demanded she also have a matching outfit for our “first family photo” where we had matching jammies

- tells me I have autism but it’s ok cause now we’re both aut-some (this one made me start looking at a wedding band for him)

- I gave him a promise ring and he will not stop bragging about it to everyone he meets

- helps me out my heels on

- when he heard about my chronic pain diagnosis he told me it just meant he’d get take care of me more

- when he can’t figure out what to draw he’ll just make new portraits of me

- made sure he only beat up the plushies on my bed that were from other boys (my friend or my brother)

- ask me to cheer extra loud at my brothers B-Ball games since he can’t come

- informed me that he’s happy we’re boring and can just sit in the same room and be happily together. Boring people only need each other to be happy.

More to come as they happen or I recall but I think it’s safe to say I’ve found my favorite dork and im never letting him go.

#he’s gonna be my husband #my hubby 💕 #beige flag #green flags #my boyfriend #I won’t shut up about him #i think i have a crush

[tvintedspvrkmoved]

✨ I DEMAND lmao

ꜱᴇɴᴅ ✨ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏɢ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ.

kas. KAS. an absolute ray of light the other side of my trash goblin coin i love you SO MUCH. i love literally everything we plot and write and talking ooc and pestering you with the dumbest fucking headcanons the world has ever seen klafjsdlkfajsdlkfj your writing is like genuinely insane you're so good at capturing the thoughts and feelings and details and wording it all so beautifully it's incredible okay i could write a novel about you i'm cutting myself off ily twin🤍

#[ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ; 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 ] #[ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 . // 𝘰𝘰𝘤 ] #[ 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 . // 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 ]

[celestialpotat0]

It's A Wrap

Goblin mode is the perfect term to describe the sentiment of one of my former posts, thanks internet :) it's once again 3am and i'm choosing to stay up late instead of sleeping and also NOT doing any of the tasks i should be doing, just being self-indulgent instead. going goblin mode.

It was a rainy weekend and the rain was quite beautiful. I drove back and forth from the theater on three consecutive days in kinda pouring rain and had to lug my stuff up a hill from the parking lot to the theater with the rain messing up my stage makeup and hair and ballet tights. But there was something really beautiful about the rain; it felt like an added element of sacrifice that we endure for the sake of dance that made the experience even more gratifying.

In the dance companies in the past that I've been a part of, us dancers would always be involved with setup and strike. For this company and show, the dancers do not have to stick around for strike. I volunteered to help with crew tasks throughout the shows and strike. I just feel terrible leaving strike to only the crew because I know how tedious and excruciating it can be. The more people who are willing to help, the less work there is for each individual. I missed the cast afterparty because I was helping with strike, and anyone who knows me well knows that missing out on free pizza breaks my heart, but I felt like I should help. I have so much respect and gratitude for the crew members and the volunteers who put so much energy, labor, and time into doing all of the behind-the-scenes work.

I actually love backstage crew/technical theater work. I love performing arts, and that includes a fascination with many different aspects of putting on a production. We lowered the huge backdrops (snow, party scene, land of the sweets, among others) and folded them with minimal wrinkles in the exact way to fit precisely in the box. I packaged them, taping the boxes and putting on shipping labels, to send back to the rental company. We ripped off the tape from the marley and rolled up the marley for storage. We lowered the snow cradle, removed the artificial snow, untied the cradle from the beam, and put it away for storage. I boxed the fog machines away for storage. I swept up the snow from the stage. We loaded all the stuff out. Strike is a lot of unglamorous work compared to running lights and sound or getting to wear headsets backstage but it is nice to see other people pitching in. During the shows at intermission, I helped sweep the snow off the stage and separated the snow to be trashed from the snow to be kept and reused. I also helped to create artificial fog/clouds effect during a specific scene using dry ice, water, heating, and a fan. It's nice finding something you love that you would be willing to do it without pay because you enjoy it so much. If someone asked me to work backstage crew for a future dance production in which I wasn't performing, I'd probably do it just for fun.

Outside of dance, I've also been going over to my friend's apartment to care for his guinea pigs again while he's traveling.

Work has been getting super busy again. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed at the demands of work--we're operating beyond our full capacity like all the other pediatric hospitals right now. Day in and day out. But every patient is somebody's child. It's hard work for all of us and we're stretched thin, but part of what makes the work meaningful is that we can't just slow down and work less if we wanted to. Kids' lives are at stake, and if we elected to have a less busy workday, that would mean denying beds to patients, which would mean denying potentially life-saving treatment. So I'm ok with working harder because I remind myself that it's extra kids we can help get better.

I want to end this on a good note. I'm grateful I can crawl into my amazing bed and sleep a full night of sleep in my lovely apartment. I'm slowly improving each day I get more practice and learn more at work. Life is good.

[heyjude19-writing]

The mightbeaging collection

Birthday fics. Broken into ships into kinks into personal attacks—into in-jokes, roasting, fondness—into moments. Smutty at one end, fluffy at the other. In mightbewriting’s experience, birthday fics, even when simple, had a habit of becoming ridiculous. Stories grew, stretched, multiplied into pairings and preferences that defined whole stretches of measurable delight.

Welcome to the mightbeaging collection in honor of our esteemed friend, the incomparable @mightbewriting. Whether you subscribe to the laws of time or not (I know you don’t you trash-birdlady-goblin) time demands you celebrate another birthday and suffer the shitty graphic I made.

Offered with a smidge of trolling and lots of love, please enjoy:

Art for Sight and Seeing by @abrilas-art

Never Odd or Even by @ambpersand. (Dramione, E)

Reddened Blooms by @ambpersand. (Sirmione, E)

Art for Beginning and End by @artofcrumbs

Insufferable Insatiability by @heyjude19-writing. (Dramione, E)

T E E T H by @icepower55. (Dramione, not rated)

Stroke of Luck by @malpal132. (Panville, E)

Podfic of A Season for Setting Fires by @etl-echo-audiobooks

Mortifying Moments by @niffizzle. (Scorbus, Dramione, T)

Trente-Deux by @beatific-triciabean. (Remione, E)

#mightbeaging #mightbewriting #dramione #sirmione #remione #panville #theoxblaise #scorbus

[plan-d-to-i]

We have seen "facts and quotes from the novel" used in controversies. Recently it got to the point that the "author's words" were used in the dispute. "Wei Wuxian says that Jin Zixuan died because of his self-confidence (quoted from the novel)", "the author says that Wen Ning killed Jin Zixuan because Wei Wuxian lost control of him, which means Wei Wuxian is to blame for the death Jin Zixuan (even if he is not to blame for the situation as a whole) "(1...)

(...2)" the author confirmed that Jin Guangyao did not plan for Jin Zixuan's death, so he is not to blame for his death! " I was just trying to say that the situation on Qionqqi played one of the defining roles in the tragedy, but they didn’t want to listen to me, saying that Wei Wuxian was to blame!

lol I just block those kinds of debates right off the bat. You can't debate w jc/jgy/yzy/xy/su she etc. hardcore stans because it doesn't matter how many quotes you use when someone lacks critical thinking and basic reading comprehension and most importantly just doesn't want to acknowledge things. The ones who get it won't even debate anything- they'll be like xy is a trash goblin and I love him. Fair. Love to see it. Respect.

Now, the question about JGY's role in JZX's death was already answered w quotes here. :)

tldr: JGY’s excuse is basically : “not all of my plots have always 100% worked out so can I really be at all responsible that Jin Zixuan died in a volatile, violent situation just bc I orchestrated a volatile, violent situation and then schemed and made sure to put him in a volatile, violent situation where he died in a violent way?! *lone tear* that's crazy talk”... lol JGY is cute. I will always carry his absolutely elite skills at bullshitting in my heart.

As for the other interview iirc MXTX was asked if there was something else at work at Qiongqi path that caused Wen Ning to hit Jin Zixuan and she said she may have planned something before but no. Ultimately it is WWX not in full control of himself. I don't think anyone disagrees w this? WWX certainly does not try to evade responsibility

He spoke, “… But even then, I should be the one going. I was the one who made the corpses kill the people. Why would the knife go instead of the murderer?”

It was WWX running on adrenaline in a life and death situation and Wen Ning reacting through their connection. However, any person w two braincells can grasp that his reaction doesn't happen in a vacuum. WWX didn't walk up to Koi tower on a sweet spring day, admire the flowers, and stab Jin Zixuan while he was sipping tea. WWX was ambushed by Jin Zixuan's cousin, after being invited to Koi tower by Jin Zixuan, and here comes Jin Zixuan, takes his cousin's side, because he never liked WWX, and demands WWX surrender first and turn himself in... and then lunges at him after being clearly told to stay back... Love and light to JZX but 🥴🙃🌝 ?~?!?!!

"Collecting himself, he spoke, “Tell Wen Ning to stop first. Don’t let him continue his rampage and make the situation worse than it already is.”

Wei WuXian’s voice was coarse, “… Why don’t you make them stop first?”

Relentless shouts and roars came from all around them. Jin ZiXuan raged, “Why are you still so stubborn at such a time? When everyone calms down, you can follow me back to Koi Tower to explain things and answer some questions. With everything clear, if you aren’t the one who did it, of course you’ll be fine!”

Wei WuXian, “Tell him to stop? As soon as I tell Wen Ning to stop right now, the arrows would fly straight at my heart and I wouldn’t even die a whole corpse! And you think I could explain things at Koi Tower?”

Jin ZiXuan, “They would not!”

Wei WuXian laughed, “They would not? How can you ensure it? Jin ZiXuan, I have a question—when you invited me at first, did you really not know about their plan to kill me?!”

Jin ZiXuan paused for a second before he raged, “You! Wei WuXian, are… are you mad?!”

Wei WuXian was suppressing a blazing flame of hatred. His voice was cold, “Jin ZiXuan, move away right now. I won’t touch you, but you’re not going to provoke me either.”

Seeing that he still refused to yield, Jin ZiXuan suddenly lunged forward, as if trying to hold him down..."

To say nothing of what WWX had been facing from the start there:

Wei WuXian was instantly alarmed, whispering, “Let’s go!”

Just as he turned around, Wen Ning raised his hand to catch something.

It was a fletched arrow that came right for the middle of Wei WuXian’s chest!

Wei WuXian abruptly looked up. Many people emerged from countless hiding corners on both sides of the valley. There were over three hundred of them.

...

Jin ZiXun waved his arm. All of the disciples placed their arrows on their bows, aiming at Wei WuXian and Wen Ning who were at the bottom of the valley. Wei WuXian lifted Chenqing to his lips as well. The shrill note of the flute ripped apart the silence of the valley.

However, a moment later, no reply had come. Jin ZiXun, “We cleaned the entire area out a long time ago, waiting for you to come. You won’t get any helpers no matter how much you play. This is the burial ground that we’ve prepared just for you!”

WWX had absolutely no reason to trust Jin Zixuan after what happened. Jin Zixuan clearly had no control over Jin Zixun or that situation- which WWX points out. For Jin Zixuan to demand that WWX surrender and trust him after his cousin lured him there w his invitation and ambushed him and while he's not trusting WWX, is completely absurd and unjust.

#mdzs #answers #Jin Zixuan #Jin Guangyao #Wei Wuxian

[rayshippouuchiha]

Pro hero Deku is asked a lot if questions about his love life (no he's not dating kacchan, no he's not dating shouto, no he's not dating ochako she's married what the hell) and at some point he decides to get himself a boyfriend just for it to stop. Fake ofc, but no one needs to know that. He just wants some peace and quiet.

But of course the questions dont stop, if anything they're starting to get worse, only his mom seemed so happy that hes dating someone and now he's committed damn it, and the stories keeps getting more elaborate and like, maybe this was a bad idea but he's in too deep.

And he's also sort of growing attached to his fictional boyfriend, cause he seems like a cool and competent dude, izuku would not mind dating him if, you know, he actually existed.

Plot twist: hizashi is always one to stay on top of hero news, he loves and lives vicariously through gossip with nemuri any chance be gets, so he definitely keeps track of all the clues deku gives about his secret boyfriend (bc the nr 1 hero having a secret boyfriend is Grade A Gossip, and hizashi is intrigued and yearns to know more) and it's all fun and games until hizashi starts to grow suspicious that he KNOWS this secret boyfriend, that he is BEST FRIENDS with this secret boyfriend, and why the hell hasn't shouta told hizashi personally??? How dare???

Oh oh yes yes this is perfect.

And it gets even better because of course Hizashi is gonna confront Shouta. Of course he is. Shouta’s breaking some sacred best friend rules by not telling him that he’s been dating the #1.  Like, Hizashi understands the want/need for some level of privacy, really he does, but surely he should be exempt from that. Bro Law and everything.

So of course this means Shouta gets a phone call at like 5 in the afternoon when he’s actually trying to get some sleep.

“SHOOOUUTTTAAAA,” Hizashi screeches down the line so loudly that, even though he’s laying down alone in his own apartment, Shouta can’t help the way his quirk activates on instinct.

“What.”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL MEEEE?” Hizashi sobs dramatically down the line.

“Probably because you always act like this,” Shouta huffs. “But I also have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m your best friend,” Hizashi prattles on.  “You could have at least told me, I can keep a secret you know?  I wouldn’t have told anyone, probably.”

“Hizashi,” Shouta breaks in.  “What. Are. You. Talking. About?”

“You’re Deku’s secret boyfriend!!” Hizashi announces victoriously. 

Shouta pulls his phone back enough to stare at the screen for a moment, brows furrowed, before he brings it back to his ear.

“Have you been kidnapped?” he practically barks the question out.

“W-What?” Hizashi sputters.  “NO! Sho what the hell?”

“What’s your safe word?” Shouta demands.

“Meatloaf,” Hizashi replies instantly. “Wh-”

“Are you trapped, currently bleeding out, injured, or in need of backup?” Shouta spits the questions out rapid fire.

“No, no, no, and no,” Hizashi answers back just as quickly. “I’m perfectly fine and at home, just wondering why my best friend hasn’t told me about his secret affair -”

Shouta hangs up.

Hizashi’s in no danger which means he doesn’t have to humor his ridiculous bullshit right now when he could be taking a nap.

His phone rings for the next ten minutes straight before Trash comes toddling into the room and curls up on top of it to go to sleep.

~~~

It doesn’t end there. Because of course it doesn’t.

Hizashi keeps badgering him about his supposed love affair with Deku of all people, the #1 hero Shouta’s never even met in person before.

Mainly he ignores Hizashi whenever he starts in on the topic or tries to badger him for detail that don’t exist.

But then...

Then it comes to a bit of a head when Shouta gets dragged out for drinks with Hizashi, Nemuri, and Tensei like they normally try to do every other week or so if possible.

Only this time they’re not the only pros at the dive bar they end up at.

Because Joke is there, because of course she is, because the universe officially hates Shouta.

Joke is an excellent hero, a good teacher from what he’s heard, and overall a nice person but Shouta only has enough spoons for a select group of people in his social life and sometimes even that’s pushing it.

Joke with her constant laughing, her attempts at comedy without her quirk involved, and her insistent need to constantly hit on Shouta is someone who drains him faster than should be possible.

Only this time it’s different.

They’re a few drinks in when Joke tries to slide her way into the booth beside him, a grin already stretching her mouth.

And while normally the others would just laugh and smirk and leave Shouta to suffer, this time Hizashi steps in.

“Yeah, no,” Hizashi slides the drinks he’d gone to collect onto the table and then shimmies his way in between Joke and the booth to steal the seat right beside Shouta instead.  “Seats taken.”

“Awwww,” Joke pouts, “don’t be like that.  Why’re you trying to get in the way of me and Eraser’s love story?”

"Find someone new to hit on, sweetheart,” Hizashi tips a look at her over his shades.  “Nemuri’s always free you know? Our Shouta’s a taken man now.”

There’s a sort of collective spit take around the table.

“What?” Nemuri croaks from where she’s trying to clean what looks like cream off of her face.  “Are you two ...?”

“Oh no, not us, we’ve told you that before.” Hizashi waves a hand in front of him with the ease of an argument they’ve all had more than once over the years.

“Then?” Tensei prompts.

Hizashi leans forward across the table, expression turning sly and secretive, the rest of the group leaning in as well, anticipation practically wafting off of them.

And Shouta immediately knows where this is about to go.

“Our Sho’s been keeping secrets,” Hizashi sing-songs.  “But honestly I can’t believe it took me so long to put it together when the clues were right there.”

“Get on with it man,” Nemuri orders.

“Our unkempt goblin friend is dating none other than the adorable and stacked force of nature that is our #1 hero Deku,” Hizashi throws his hands up in a ta-da sort of gesture.

For a long moment there’s silence.

And then every head at the table swings in Shouta’s direction all at once.

For a split second Shouta debates on nipping it in the bud, putting an end to this ridiculousness once and for all.  But then he stops, thinks about it, flicks a look towards Joke and quickly runs through the list of advantages having a fake SO could provide him with, and immediately course corrects.

“It’s a secret,” Shouta deadpans.  “We’re deeply in love.  Tell no one.”

Which, of course, means that by the time Shouta rolls out of bed the next afternoon everyone knows.

#The Boyfriend Bluff AU #BnHA #AiDeku #Anonymous #RayRambles

[undercoveravenger]

Closing Cases

Written for my 2021 Halloween event

Pairing: EJ Caswell x Male!Detective!Reader

Prompt: EJ with a Nancy Drew/Scooby gang reader investigating something haunting the school and EJ steps up to help. With “I am running on two hours of sleep and fifty tiny candy bars” and “Can we go five minutes without talking about ghosts, ghouls, or goblins?”

A/N: This is prompt # 2 for my Halloween event! The next prompt will be posted Thursday, October 7th.

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East High was being faced by an unexplainable problem. Each night, lockers were being broken into and various class and club rooms had been found vandalized. The faculty had examined the footage from all of the security cameras near the areas that had been attacked, but weren’t able to see anyone in the videos; only that the halls looked normal in one frame, and had been trashed in the next.

As someone who had spent his entire childhood looking up to all of the great detectives, you took it upon yourself to get to the bottom of the situation. You had told Miss Jen, the theater teacher, that you’d be missing rehearsals one afternoon in order to conduct your investigation, but she had been the only person you told.

You supposed that was why it came as such a shock to find EJ Caswell, a popular senior and star of the water polo team and drama department, leaning against the locker beside yours after school.

You disregarded his presence, moving to open your locker and tuck away your textbooks.

“So I hear you’re not going to be at rehearsals today,” EJ said after a moment, turning to face you. “Care to share why?”

“I’ve got more important things to do,” you said easily. You knew it was kind of a weak response, but it was the first thing that’d come to mind.

He rolled his eyes, lips quirking up into a grin. “Yeah, we both do, I guess.”

That gave you pause. You turned to look at him incredulously, and you had to force yourself to ignore the way the amused glint in his pretty blue eyes threatened to make you smile. “Excuse me?”

“You’re investigating the break-ins, right?” EJ asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you.

“I’m not convinced that they have been break-ins, but yes,” you said, grabbing a different backpack entirely out of your locker and leaving the one with your school supplies in it before shutting the door. “Is there a reason you’re talking to me?” You turned away at that, making your way down the quickly emptying halls.

EJ scrambled to keep pace with you, weaving around the remaining students and faculty to stay at your side. “I want to help! I’ll be the first to say I don’t really have experience with investigations, but I want to help stop what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh, turning abruptly to face EJ. “Fine. You can help,” you held up a hand to interrupt him when he made to let out a victorious whoop, “But if you get in the way of my investigation, I will tell you to leave and you will listen. Do we have a deal?”

The brunet nodded vigorously, falling back into step beside you as you resumed your previous path, “Deal. So,” he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Where do we start?”

“Here,” you said as you came to a stop outside of a janitor’s closet on the second floor.

EJ’s brows furrowed in obvious confusion. “Our investigation starts at the janitor’s closet?”

You nodded, twisting the door open and entering the small room. You sat down, nestling your way between a set of shelves and several empty garbage cans. “Well, this is where we’ll be waiting until the time is right.”

“And when is that?” he asked as he crept into the closet with you, wincing as the door slammed closed behind him.

You snickered, pulling out your phone to set an alarm. “Well, the thief only strikes at night, right? They’ll probably emerge at around nine o’clock, which means we have,” you glanced back at your phone, “About five hours to kill.”

“Five hours?” EJ asked incredulously, blue eyes wide as he looked at you. “What the hell are we going to do for five hours?!”

“Well, I was going to play games on my phone since I wasn’t planning on having company until a few minutes ago,” you said, glancing pointedly down at the device. “You’re still more than welcome to leave, if you don’t want to wait?”

EJ shook his head stubbornly, shifting to sit with his back against the opposite wall from you. “No, but my phone definitely isn’t going to hold up for that long.” He paused, thinking, “Maybe we could play twenty questions while we wait?”

You shrugged, figuring that humoring a cute boy wouldn’t kill you. “Alright, sure. But since it was your idea, you have to go first.”

He smiled widely, clearly delighted that you’d agreed. “Okay!” He hesitated for a moment while he thought, but a question seemed to strike him pretty quickly. “So, do you make it a point to hang out in sketchy janitor’s closets often?”

You barely managed to bite back a snicker, but the upward tilt of EJ’s lips made you suspect that he knew about your poorly concealed amusement. “I do when my cases require it,” you said by means of explanation, but you found yourself elaborating further at the confused-puppy expression on his face. “Today’s a Tuesday, which means that the cleaning staff isn’t in tonight, so no one will be checking this closet for stragglers like they would the library or a classroom. Waiting in here means that I’ll be able to remain in the building after the doors are locked, which means that I’ll be able to find out if anyone else comes into the building after it’s locked down for the night.”

“Wow,” EJ said, eyes wide as he processed everything you’d just said. “You put a lot more planning into this than I would’ve thought?”

“What, you thought I’d just wing it?” you teased. You had to admit, you were enjoying his company far more than you had anticipated. “I like to think that I take my job pretty seriously.”

He gestured wildly with his hands, like he was trying to wave away his previous words. “No, no, no; that’s not what I meant- I meant that-” He cut himself off as he noticed you beginning to laugh, “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” He faked offense, but the appearance of his dimples gave away his amusement. “Fine, you got me.” His grin widened as he looked at you, “Alright, Mr. Holmes, what’s your leading theory?”

You let out a thoughtful hum, “Currently? Vengeful spirits.”

EJ let out a surprised laugh. It was deep, uncontrollable and infectious, and you were helpless to hide the grin it brought to your face, though it faded after a moment, “You’re serious?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure what else to think,” you started softly, fingers twisting nervously in your lap as you were forced to admit that, for once, you really weren’t sure about what the outcome of your case would be. “Any normal person would have been caught on camera, and the only people in this city that have the ability to manipulate the footage to make it look like no one was there either wouldn’t care enough to do it or they’ve got an alibi.”

EJ’s brows furrowed, “And none of them could have lied about the alibis?”

“Mr. Mazzara could’ve, I suppose,” you mused, “But I double-checked it with Miss Jenn and it sounds legit.”

“So ghosts then, huh?” he prompted, scooting a little closer to you until his knees brushed lightly against yours. “Seems like a little bit of a leap in logic.”

You shrugged helplessly, a tired grin forming on your lips, “I am running on two hours of sleep and fifty tiny candy bars. Ghosts weren’t the least probable option, if I’m being honest.”

“How would you even get rid of a ghost-” He stopped as the rest of your statement caught up to him, “Wait, you’ve had fifty candy bars?!”

“Just the little ones.” You said, waving off his concern and checking the time on your phone. “Depends on the type of spirit, but I’ve talked to some sophomores who practice witchcraft and they say that sage and pure intention to banish it should take care of whatever we’re seeing, as long as it’s a normal ghost or spirit. I just want to eliminate any other options before I take action.”

“Can we go five minutes without talking about ghosts, ghouls, or goblins?” EJ demanded, taking your phone from you and setting it aside so he could get you to focus on him, “You’ve gotta take better care of yourself,” he said quietly, normally bright eyes turned stormy with concern, “You’ve got a lot of people that care about you-”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “Like who?” At his stunned silence, you pressed on, “Everyone at this school thinks I’m a weirdo. You don’t think I’ve heard people call me Scooby-Doo or Nancy Drew or Sherlock?” You shook your head, pushing yourself to your feet as your frustration mounted, “This was a mistake. I’m leaving; I’ll solve this case on my own.”

“Wait,” EJ exclaimed, shooting up to his feet and grabbing your wrist to stop you from going. “You’re wrong.”

“I’m wrong?” you asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at EJ. “About what part?”

He nodded seriously, eyes locked with yours, “About no one caring about you and about everyone thinking you’re weird.” He took a deep breath, and, for the first time since he’d joined your investigation, you watched his confident facade falter. “I care about you,” he started softly, like he was afraid to finally say it. “And I really like that you’re so passionate about solving mysteries.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to look back at him, “You… like that?”

“I like you,” he said, so quiet that he was barely audible, but when you didn’t pull away he continued, volume picking up as he did so, “I really like you and I can’t believe I get to help you do something I love, and that probably sounds pretty dumb since we don’t really know each other that well, but I would really like to get to know you better and maybe even take you out to dinner sometime if that’s okay with you?”

It took you a long moment to find your voice again. “Okay,” you found yourself saying as you tugged your wrist from his grip to link your fingers with his instead. “Okay,” A wide smile spread across EJ’s face and you could feel an answering one as it tugged at your lips, “When we close this case, I’ll let you take me on a date.”

“Really?” he asked, like he almost expected you to tell him it was some cruel joke. He let out a breathless laugh when you nodded, “Then what are we waiting for?” he asked joyfully, tugging you towards the door by your joined hands. “We’ve got a case to solve!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you were led out into the long-abandoned halls of East High, glad to have finally found someone who matched you. After all, all the greats came in pairs; Daphne had Fred, Sherlock had Watson, and now you had EJ.

#ej caswell x male!reader #ej caswell x male reader #male reader x ej caswell #male!reader x ej caswell #ej caswell x reader #reader x ej caswell #hsmtmts x male!reader #hsmtmts x male reader #hsmtmts x reader #male reader x hsmtmts #male!reader x hsmtmts #male reader insert #male!reader insert #male!reader #male reader #x male reader #x male!reader #male reader x #halloween event #high school musical the musical the series x male reader

[mariekavanagh]

I don’t know if you’ve answered this already, but how did you get your cats?

So first of all, we have Rhaegar.

Born 22nd June 2017.

We got him from a man whom I rehomed a stray to in London. One of his other cats escaped before being spayed and became a teenage mum. This was shortly after my first cat, Lucy, was put down, and the man reached out and asked if I'd like one of his kittens. And so, Rhaegar was obtained :)

Rhaegar (also known as Sargent Shook) is a walking-talking stress ball who's approach to anything in life is "panic first, evaluate situation later".

Lives for cuddles and will demand to be carried like a human toddler at any given moment.

A good, soft boy.

Then we have Freya.

We estimate that Freya is about the same age as Rhaegar, so we set her birthday as 22nd July 2017, one month after him.

I came across Freya whilst at work in Manchester. A woman who was looking after a stray and her litter of 8 kittens came into the clinic to buy kitten milk. At the mention of kittens needing homes, I asked if we could visit them, as we were on the lookout for a second cat. We visited the kittens, and decided we wanted the mother. She too needed a home, and so she had ours :)

Freya is the lady of the house. Delicate in all she does, including killing her prey, which she enjoys bringing home to be admired.

Surrogate mother to Fenrir. Loved him dearly until he got big enough for her to tell him to fuck off and make his own way in the world.

The mum friend. Will lick you for literal hours.

Her one true love in life is the washing machine.

And last but definitely least (no that is not a mistake): Fenrir.

Estimated date of birth: 13th September 2019

Fenrir was brought into my clinic at five weeks old as an abandoned stray. He could fit in the palm of my hand, was barely weaned and not litter trained. I was the only member of staff in a position to take him home to care for, and so I did. I fostered him for about half an hour before I told myself to get real and accept that I was not giving him away.

Fenrir is the bane of my life. He is high-strung, highly reactive, requires constant stimulation or will commit crimes.

We had no idea how right we were to name him after a mythological wolf that eats the world, because Fenrir's life ambition is to eat the world, one phone charger at a time.

The problem child.

Purebred trash goblin.

And that is a breakdown of all my cats' origin stories and bonus facts. Probably more info than you bargained for but I thought I'd go all out xD

#fenrir #freya #rhaegar #my cats #life with cats #asks #puppyduckster

[socheckitout-mikey]

you can totally make hc if you want!!!! i'd eat that shit up like breakfast ngl. in my opinion david is joe (kind of obvious) dwayne would be sal, marko would be murr and that makes paul q <3333

omfg yes! i had way too much fun doing these. i know they're a little shitty, but i tried istg! - mae

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The Lost Boys Pranking Each Other Like Impractical Jokers Hc's:

° I JUST KEEP IMAGINING DWAYNE AS SAL RUMMAGING THROUGH TRASH FOR HIS BIKE KEYS AND THEM LEAVING HIM DHDHDHR OR THAT TIME SAL HAD TO DIG THROUGH ELEPHANT CRAP TO GET HIS PHONE, ONLY ITS DWAYNE'S KEYS AND ALL OF A SUDDEN MARKO GOES "EH BUDDY LOOKIE ERE!" AND HE'S DANGLING HIS KEYS IN THE AIR "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" SHDHFJFJF

° Paul is deadass one of the most ruthless out of all of them when it comes to prank wars. He's targeting everyone with ridiculous pranks, but they always bite him in the ass later on when he wakes up the following night with his hair dyed a luminous green. He rocks it but he totally had a nervous breakdown over it bc "THAT'S MY FUCKING HAIR MAN!"

° "Maybe you shouldn't have thrown my keys into that gross guys hotdog stand-" David drawls nonchalantly, flicking cigarette ashes at Paul's green goblin looking head.

° There was this one time that Marko attempted to prank David, and I say attempt bc it went absolutely atrociously... Maybe it was because Paul was trying to get him back and gave his buddy too much of that good green stuff. Marko's plan to train his pigeons to crap all over David had ended up with him waking up the next morning covered in pigeon shit. "Serves you right, you yutz-"

° "Man, we need to drown you in the tub." Dwayne snorts.

° "DON'T BRING THAT SHIT UP-" Paul screams from the other end of the Cave.

° "Right... But it's not like we're adding a dog into the mix..." Marko muttered under his breath, using a crumpled old napkin to clean the literal crap off of his face.

° "I SAID SHUT UP!"

° Paul thought it'd be a good idea to drop rice to bug David, but it ended up with all of them counting the fallen grains of rice lmaoo. He kept losing count and everyone got different numbers.

° Honestly, the best one's at pranking people are Dwayne and David as they're very patient and thoughtful.

° David schemes like an asshole cat, striking when you least expect it. It leaves Paul and Marko on edge for months, just waiting for David to pull a prank on them.

° "C'mon man! Just prank us already!" Paul pleads, paranoia finally driving him up the walls.

° "Yeah, we're livin' in fear here!" Marko agreed suddenly.

° "You know, you just reminded me about that..." David's just kidding, though the other two don't know that. David forget something? Not a chance. This guy is on that Petty Train™ and it's going straight to Saltyville!

° Dwayne can take years to strike with his pay back. He's got patience that even David doesn't have, and honestly, Dwayne's pranks are really intense. He'll scare the shit out of the others so much so that they don't prank him for good long while. Paul's the one who never seems to learn lmaoo.

° Well, unless he's in the mood for being playful that is...

° Like I'm talking about the fact that after digging through elephant crap in the local zoo after hours for his bike keys, he not only chased down all of them, but he kinda tied Paul and Marko up and may've just let the sun rise a little... he's waiting for an apology- he's salty now and won't care if they burn... but once he get's that apology he's been wanting to here, he's pulled them into the shadows.

° "Ahhhhh! Dwayne, man, c'mon! The suns rising!" Paul screams, thrashing around in the sturdy chains he's been bound by the wrists at.

° Dwayne responds with an expression of total anger, but it's cool and collected. He's patient. He can wait a little longer. He's in no hurry.

° Whereas David's lounging on one of the dusty old couches in the shadows. He had given Dwayne what he wanted, whether his apology was half assed or not. He still said it with some meaning, right?

° "David didn't even mean that piece of garbage he called an apology!" Marko spat out, eye cracking a vivid yellow whilst he stared directly into David's blue amused eyes.

° "Well at least I had the courage to swallow my idiotic pride~" David sing-songed joyously, folding his nimble gloved hands behind his spikes of bleach blond hair. "And it worked wonders, didn't it? I'm not the one about to be fried into ashes..."

° "Man, we're sorry alright?! We won't fuck with your bike or your keys again!" They both screamed in unison, shutting their eyes tightly as the sun began to rapidly crawl into the open space of the Cave. It's golden rays beginning to spark the ends of their blond locks alight! That was precisely what Dwayne wanted to hear, and without little thought, yanks them down and watches them scurry into a deep crack in the wall. That'd teach them from fucking with his shit ever again.

° "Fuck, my hair! It's all burnt on the ends!" Paul wails, swatting the frizzy ends rapidly to put out the sparks.

° "That's literally the least of your worries, Paul." David retorted into the air, gathering himself up from the couch and towards his own nest.

° "Yeah, we almost got fucking fried you sack of shit! This is the last time I listen to your ideas-" Marko rambles on angrily.

° Yes, they did sleep curled up together in the crack in the wall. They genuinely held each other tightly, Paul waking up from nightmares! Poor baby :'(

° Marko definitely does listen to his ideas after that lmaoo.

° Also it's very true, these guys compete to embarrass each other out in public, so much so that they've pretty much become a star attraction.

° That is until that one time Marko drop kicked Paul off the Pier and cracked his skull open... Yeah, they got into a lot of trouble for that one...

° These guys are chaotic dumbasses and their prank wars a cynical as hell. Like it get's so intense, but it's hilarious! Star and Laddie are kept entertained for ages!

° They be pranking Laddie too, but it's all in good fun. He's a kid after all! They're not gonna be excessively mean to him. That is until he fucks with their shit...

° Then you've got Paul and Marko holding him up by the scruff of his jacket, demanding where their Playboy mags, bike keys, their specific wrench is, that Deff Leppard Tape... boy you name it! They'll interrogate him good cop bad cop style lmaoo.

° Dwayne's heart kinda warms up whenever Laddie pranks him. He ruffles his hair, even if it makes him mad as hell. Laddie is his weak spot tbh.

° David just gives Laddie a pointed look and goes, "This better not become a common occurrence, otherwise I'll have to shave your head."

° Lmaoo the absolute sass that he receives from Laddie after that djkgdsghjsd-

° Sometimes David allows Paul and Marko to get away with their stupid pranks on him. Although it's incredibly annoying, he also finds it endearing how happy getting away with some of the simpler ones makes them. Paul thinks he's literally gotten away with it, but Marko knows.

° Paul deems himself to be the Prank King™ and honestly he is, but you know what? He's usually quite good natured and even though he does overstep boundaries, he'll always make things up to everyone if it really bugs them. He's out to have fun, not get murdered or cause tears. Most of the time...

° He ropes Laddie in on the pranks and loves it! Paul is a great big brother! He also enjoys pranking Star quite a bit, and she can be quite mean when returning the favor.

° Marko however, plays the dirtiest! He's pretty cynical himself, so his sadistic nature comes out full throttle. The lines within him are blurred. He's genuinely good natured usually, but once someone does something that pisses him the hell off... They best be prepared for hell to arrive at their feet.

° Like this one time, Marko cock blocked Paul for several weeks lmaoo then he ate the person Paul had the hots for. He dropped them at his feet in the Cave like, "Whoopsie!" He got into so much shit from Max bc that person was like hella important, I'm talking celebrity status sfjdshfhjsdfnbds

° David's just cynical as hell and he's always got something witty to say during or after it. Definitely mocks them dsjgdsjfds David's just an asshole cat istg! I mean, not even Star is safe from his pranks, but he kinda has a sisterly soft spot for her. He likes to dig deep under her skin and bug her. She's quite fiery honestly.

° Pranks with the Lost Boys is incredibly chaotic to round it off.

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