#random rat rattle

[millalya]

💤 O to be a Furb dozing off under the blanket your parent just made for you… 💤

[bending-sickle]

alright yeah if i’m hitting up Old Man Tag i should go sleep

[amomentsescape]

Could you please do billy loomis or/and stu macher with a S/O that brings home pet rats and gets like a huge cage for them and all that stuff?

Reader Who Brings Home Pet Rats

Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader

A/N: I’ve always wanted a pet rat, so I love that I can live vicariously through this prompt. I did decide to sprinkle in a little Halloween cheer too!

Billy Loomis

Billy is a bit hesitant at first

He doesn’t really have any issues with rats per se, he’s just worried on where you got them

From the pet store? Cool.

From some random spot outside? Yeah… not so much.

But either way, he likes to see you happy so do what you want to do

Doesn’t really interact with them much the first couple of days

He does go to the store with you to buy treats and helps set up the cage though

You don’t think he really likes them all that much

Until one day, you get home and see Billy sitting at the table with the rats all over

One on his shoulder, one against his arm, another staring back at him

He just looks at you likes it’s the most normal thing in the world

Won’t admit that they’re growing on him, but you can tell that they are

Buys these little black cloaks online for them and asks you to cut out little ghost faces from paper

Says it’s just because he’s Ghostface so they should be too

They end up chewing up the “masks,” but Billy is still happy with their little fits

Overall becomes a happy rat dad

Stu Macher

Stu literally loves any and all animals

You could pluck an ant off the sidewalk, and Stu would name it

So when you brought home a few rats, he just smiled

Immediately starts setting up the cage while you try to get them more comfortable with the environment

He’s already rattling off different name options for them

He picks up each one and talks to them

Stu is very adamant on making sure each one feels equally loved

In honor of Halloween, he goes out and tries to find costumes for them

He bought little bow ties and silly hats

They were a bit too big, but he managed to get some cool photos with them on

Stu acts like a little kid with them around

Sticks his fingers in the cage

Asks them how they’re doing

He also has them chill out on his shoulder while he does his normal morning routine

Thinks they’re super cool and likes that they’re more unique than just your everyday dog

(Though he still wants a pup and wants it to be best friends with the rats)

[lily-radiance]

Random fic headcanons and ideas:

TWD season two Daryl Dixon with an S/O who's in trouble

Both loners

MC is not from Georgia

Early 20s MC dating mid-30s Daryl

She knows how to shoot archery bows but not crossbows

Touch-starved

Andrea considers MC like another younger sibling

Everyone advises Daryl not to go for you and vice versa

When Rick, Hershel, and Glenn go to the bar, MC accompanies them. Daryl only goes when Lori tells him that you are in danger.

Carol gives him advice

Andrea and Lori warn him if he breaks your heart, he's a dead man.

RE4 Leon with a high school best friend who became an Umbrella Scientist.

MC was initially training for the force with Leon but dropped out to find another passion

She wants to help people but gets pulled into Umbrella’s dark research

Leon caught a glimpse of her at the end of RE2 but couldn't be sure if it was her.

Ashley doesn't trust MC, but Leon ignores it

Both have combat experience and have undergone physical conditioning

MC does not have Las Plagas

Krauser spars with MC, causing Leon to jump in.

Krauser asks Leon to choose between you and Ashley.

IDK if Leon would be sweet here or a Yandere.

Arkham Movie Trilogy Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy x Psychiatrist reader

This story is currently in progress!!!

Reader works at Arkham Asylum

Friends with Bruce Wayne

Knows about his alter ego and occasionally helps him solve cases

Reader believes Bruce should do more with his money to benefit Gotham

Combines Heath Ledger’s Joker with Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

The reader was in the same major as Harley in college, and the two dated briefly

Harley constantly teases the reader when she catches wind of a new crush

You try to ignore her, but eventually can't as she warns you that the doctor is deadlier than he lets on

You brush it off, too fond of your coworker to accept the notion that he can hurt you

Bruce doesn't like your new counterpart, picking up a destructive energy that screams guilty

In defiance, you decide to bring your beaux to one of many parties and get on your friend’s last nerve.

A kiss is shared in front of the crowd, some murmuring complaints while others smile. You wish to stay in Jonathan’s arms, but the moment is interrupted as Bruce pulls you aside

Naturally, two upper-class socialites fighting in front of an audience calls for bad publicity, but not on your part

“If you keep this up, you'll become a sewer rat criminal just like the rest!”

Luckily, you decided to wear a few rings to accentuate your outfit. Not only do you look stunning, but you reel back and land a brutal slap on his cheek. Yet that doesn't hurt as much as your following words.

“How dare you, Bruce. How dare you scrutinize what you can never understand. Thomas and Martha would be ashamed of you, and you, of all people, know they were difficult to rattle. Next time you need anything, ask someone who gives a shit.”

Your friend has to watch in shock as you exit the home, arm linked with a man he despises. Even in disagreeable situations, you manage to exhibit grace and elegance. It's the beginning of a new era and the opportunity to forget the complex life of the wealthy.

“Is your hand alright, (Y/N)? Better yet, are you okay?”

Never underestimate a psychiatrist to get into your head. He walks you to the car, watching your lips tremble in the darkness. You meet his stare, and one thought crosses your mind: kissing him sounds lovely. The doctor is efficient at picking up social cues, leaning down to meet your lips, and extinguishing the frigid temperature.

“As long as I'm with you, Jonathan. I can do anything with you by my side, no matter the risks.”

I want to make the reader an anti-hero vigilante with the “Grim Reaper” theme. Supernatural powers in Batman don't really occur so I will brainstorm. Most villains are the work of genetic experiments gone wrong so maybe I'll work with that?

JD(Heathers 1989) dating the reader

You are friends with Veronica and the despicable Heathers

Instead of going along with their charades, you often argue and challenge Heather Chandler

She constantly threatens your social standing but knows that the campus would easily choose you over her.

Purple color coded

JD can't help but admire your tenacity as you begrudgingly follow Veronica to the table, attempting to stop the girl from doing Heather’s bidding.

When you walk over, he seems uninterested in the girl speaking to him, instead transfixed on your disinterested attitude. Unknowingly, you lick your lips, tasting lip gloss and wiping some glitter away. When you lock eyes, you swear your heart stops beating, drawn to his carefree attitude.

Veronica says a few words to you, trying to convince you to let her administer the lunch poll

As she talks, you playfully roll your eyes, causing the delinquent to smirk in your direction. He hides a chuckle from breaking out, finding your careless joking funny given the circumstances. When Veronica walks off, it allows you to sit across from the newcomer, albeit a little too eagerly.

“Mind if I ask for a smoke? I'm dying from boredom.”

“Sure, I could never say no to a girl like you. I’m guessing you’ve been trying to break from those devils all day.”

He lights your cigarette as you take it between your teeth, enjoying the visual more than he lets on.

“It's all thanks to you, my knight in obsidian armor.”

[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

[feralsteddie]

to hold on

modern!AU, no Upside Down, set in 2017, pre-steddie

        There were a lot of things Steve Harrington had been expecting out of life.

        He’d been expecting to be forced to join his father’s firm. He’d been expecting to marry a daughter of his father’s business partners that his mother approved of. He’d been expecting to acquire roughly six little Harringtons that his parents could show pictures of in the office like they’d ever been capable of a parental emotion in their lives.

        Granted, roughly none of those happened, except sort of maybe the last one what with his accidental babysitting gig, but… that was what he’d been expecting.

        What he hadn’t, under any possible conception of his life that he could’ve, in a thousand years, thought up in his rattled little head, was ending up with custody of the younger stepsister of the guy who’d tried to turn his brain into a slushy his senior year.

        He couldn’t figure out how it happened. One second he was serving ice cream. Trying not to think of an entire stack of college rejection letters, hitting on anyone with a pulse, and trying with all his might to ignore the snark from the asshole lesbian he’d been sacked with for every shift. The next, he had an armful of crying toddler and all he could think was “Same, kid.”

        It wasn’t like he was exactly shocked that his dad had knocked up some random woman, there were only so many times you could toss one out before accidentally nailing the bullseye, but the odds of her moving into the same nowhere town? Fucking astronomical.

        He probably would’ve never even known about it too, was the thing. Could’ve gone his whole life in ignorant bliss if Billy Hargrove hadn’t aggravated assaulted the wrong guy at the wrong time with a baggy of coke in his pocket and got cracked for two level four felonies. If Susan Hargrove hadn’t been desperate to keep him from the 4 to 24 sentence and tried to blackmail the one lawyer she could. If Steve’s mother had trusted any man a day in her fucking life and didn’t go through his mail and messages with all the intensity of corporate lawyer used to finding every single point of weakness and pointing out how to exploit it.

        But they all did, and the fallout of Cynthia Harrington and Neil Hargrove both discovering little Max Mayfield’s true paternity left two divorces, four people skipping town, and Steve in possession of a whole baby who clearly just wanted her mother.

        He could sort of relate. He’d been missing his mom since he was old enough to feasibly microwave himself dinner. He didn’t know how to tell Max that it’d become a sort of numb spot one day, that the abandonment would become background noise, a pain easy to ignore as long as they didn’t poke at it. He didn’t know how to do a lot of things with Max.

        He didn’t even know why he’d been the one with a kid dropped in his lap. He knew she had a grandmother and an uncle back in California, both adults with maybe more money and more experience. He knew his father had the money to hire out a nanny or something to watch her at his new loft in Chicago. Or, fuck, maybe the mother she’d been with for the entirety of her life could’ve taken her with her to wherever she fucked off to.

He was eighteen for fucks sake. He was making slightly more than minimum wage to wear some cheaply made slutty sailor outfit and scoop ice cream to every snot-nosed brat in the county and the mall rats who popped over after haunting the Hot Topic right off the food court. His free time was taken up by watching his ex-girlfriend’s little brother and all his playmates because he was freshly a loser with zero friends. He barely managed to keep himself alive and that was only through the power of having a near decade of practice.

And he was expected to actually raise a baby? A fucking toddler?

It probably could’ve been, like, the smallest, tiniest bit better if he’d been given any notice at all. A phone call, a text maybe. Hell, he would’ve settled for an email or messenger pigeon. Pretty much anything other than him walking in the door to the house he was trying to move out of, still covered in bubblegum ice cream and hair somehow greasy despite the lack of actual grease and the sub-zero temperature of Scoops Ahoy, to his mom gone and his dad tossing the tiny, screaming red head towards him like he could make it stop.

Steve had been left with the deed of the house he’d hated his whole life, a promise for money to be deposited into his account for childcare and utilities, and any dream he had of leaving shitty little Hawkins, Indiana in the dust crushed under his dad’s Berluti’s.

“Fuck.”

[willsdreamgirl]

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[lucyfrostblade]

kipperlilly 👻, 😺, 😶 ivy 🎭, 🎶, 😶 ruben 🦾, 🏳️‍🌈, 😶

headcanon ask game !!

thank you! this one is under the cut because it's fairly long

Kipperlilly:

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

i think it would be easy to say that Kipperlilly is afraid of being insignificant which i think is part of it, but i don't think that's the root of issues. in the screenrant interview that brennan did, he says that kipperlilly forced the name "the high 5 heroes" as a way to force camaraderie that they didn't have yet. we also know from jawbone's file on kipperlilly that she wanted to keep the name while everyone except lucy voted against, and that in particular Ivy and Oisin proposed the name change. finally we also know that lucy was "the only one that sort of gets it". to me this comes together to paint a picture of someone who is incredibly lonely and doesn't know how to fix that.

she doesn't want to be alone, and this is what motivates her to me. she'll be useful, and she'll be interesting, and no one will ever leave her again. she's trying to make herself invaluable to her party, this genius mastermind rogue that leads them to glory, so that ultimately they have no choice but to stick with her. it's not even something she's necessarily conscious of, that deep-seated fear she has of being alone.

i think it makes the fact that she's the only one that stays dead after the plan and the fact that she willing took the shatterstar even more tragic, because she's ended up exactly where she feared most: alone and unremarkable (not to me, kipperlilly copperkettle you will always be famous to me)

😺 An animal related headcanon

in middle school, kipperlilly's parents took her to an animal shelter and they adopted a cat. the original idea was to get a dog, a really affectionate and energetic dog to help bring her out of her shell and relax to a certain extent. she ended up falling in love with this small orange cat that she names peaches, a name she is embarrassed by once she gets older. when the shatterstar plan starts in full force, and all the rat grinders end up at ruben's house, peaches stays at kipperlilly's house. she doesn't need the comfort or the affection from him anymore, she's beyond that she tells herself. her parents send pictures and she pretends she doesn't miss her stupid orange cat. he still sleeps in her bed, waiting for her to come back.

😶 A random headcanon!

i am a big fan of the idea of kipperlilly becoming a devil in hell post-canon. she would thrive there, i think, and really just lean into all her worst traits. just slowly climbing the ranks of hell and amassing more and more power and finally mattering in the ways she always wanted to be. it's easier for her to pretend that she's not so lonely, to ignore that she got everything she wanted and she still craves something else, that underneath it all she's still just a lonely high school junior.

Ivy:

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

ivy lies to herself more than she lies to anyone else, i feel. not that she's necessarily truthful to other people but it's rarely if ever an outright lie, more so manipulating the truth. but with herself? she'll push down her feelings and convince herself that she doesn't actually feel that way.

🎶 A headcanon about music

if you ask ivy she listens to rock music, something paramore-esque and maybe some pom pom squad if she wants to seem more indie in music tastes, but in her heart of hearts? she loves pop music. wireless earbuds are her best friend because now to doesn't have to worry about oisin pulling her earbuds out and like .5 of siena liggins, rina sawayama, muna, sofya wang, or chappell roan playing. she thinks it ruins her mystique if anyone finds out she listen to sapphic pop music

😶 A random headcanon!

in the yellowjackets trg au that is constantly rattling around in the back of my head, ivy is the natalie—the reluctant leader and the one who knows the most about actual survivial—to lucy's lottie and kipperlilly's misty.

and then bc i have no idea if you have any context for yellowjackets, in the doomed space crew trg au that is also constantly rattling around on my brain, i have her down as the pilot and oisin as the captain. she's next in line to be in charge if anything happens to him, and outwardly she's super confident about it, but really she doesn't want to consider 1) anything to happen to oisin and 2) actually having to make the tough calls

(if you are curious kipperlilly is the engineer, lucy is the medic, mary ann is security, ruben is the botanist, and i am not sure where to put buddy yet)

ruben:

🦾 A disability headcanon

bro has the worst vision in the world. he doesn't ever wear glasses in public, used to wear contacts but he wore them too much and he's now banned from wearing them and his eye doctor will no longer prescribe them. he makes lucy or oisin read every menu to him. he'll wear them only in private and only to write and learn new music.

i also think he has chronic hand and wrist pain, the sort that existed before he started playing guitar but is 100% worsened by it. lucy used to remind him

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

i think he's bi, mostly dates women to the point where for a while everyone assumes he's straight but then he casually mentions a hookup with a dude. i don't think he puts much thought in romantic partners or their genders, he just dates people.

😶 A random headcanon!

on a very objective level i understand that the irl music that ruben's band makes is very evidently just mcr but i personally think it's funnier if my clerical gnomance makes music similar to waterparks: "I'm sick of all this how'd you get your band name? / Is that your real first name? / Can you text and can you follow back cause it's my birthday? / No one cares what I want, just what I've got / And if we sit and count it up it's really not a lot" is such a "i'm getting mobbed for autographs" verse and you cannot convince me otherwise.

also he would have an elaborate inside joke that one of the members is an infamous serial killer that's really popular in the fandom until the shatterstar stuff becomes known and then it's just awkward. they don't stop making the joke tho. (lucy finds it funny, personally)

post shatterstar i think he leans more towards music like laura jean grace's, reconciling his pre-shatterstar, shatterstarted, and post-shatterstar selves into some angsty and anger soulcrushing tunes ala "I am a burning church / I am artifice and years collapsing / I have not yet become all that I will be"

[rpgsandbox]

25 Campaign Starting Adventure Seeds

by Robb at readytorole.com

All the silver in city is going missing and just last night a guard saw some rats skittering around with silver coins in their mouths and heading for the sewer. When they sent someone down to investigate they claimed a large, bipedal rat was commanding and controlling all the rats.

A roadside temple has been vandalized with the bodies of the clergy strewn about and graffiti in some eldritch script marking the outside. One of the bodies uses their dying breath to warn of a dead god’s resurrection inside.

Dangerous booby traps are being set up at night around town, springing on the unsuspecting citizens in the morning. After a near casualty, tracks looking like kobold feet were found near the site of the trap leading out of town.

Shortly after arriving in town it becomes known that people are randomly disappearing in the night, seemingly kidnapped right out of their own homes. The victims are seemingly random and clues are scarce, but the mayor desperately needs people to look into it and find the missing people.

After uncovering plans to take the king’s life, the palace is in a state of distrust. Only a small group of people are free from suspicion based, and it falls to them to uncover who is behind this dastardly plot.

Chained in groups of 2 or 3 and sold to the gladiator pits, death seemed certain until an enraged ogre smashed through the walls of the arena, freeing caged beasts and opening a path out. The time to escape is now or never it seems!

A merchant caravan has offered a decent sum of gold to those who would stand guard and come along with them on a relatively safe route. On the road they hear rumors of animals growing gigantic, and just now some very loud buzzing seems to be getting closer.

A young acolyte was banished from his temple and town after it was discovered he was conducting unsavory experiments on the recently deceased. He swore vengeance, and now sounds of bones rattling in the catacombs means that adventurers may be needed to stop him.

A loud flash and bang occured at the Wizard’s tower in the dead of night, waking up most of the town. Knocking on the door yields no response, but growling and sounds of agony can be heard within.

A noble lord is on trial for a crime he claims he didn’t commit. As most of the town have allegiances to either the lord or the rival noble house those passing through the town have been asked to render judgement.

An attack on the capital city by an unknown army causes chaos on what was going to be an ordinary day. As the siege commences, an old woman opens a hidden doorway so that people can find safe passage out of the city through the catacombs.

The peace treaty signed with the lizardfolk has proven to be beneficial to both sides as there is less bloodshed and more trade. People who have been dealing with the lizardfolk now are coming down with a deadly disease and the subject of asking the lizardfolk to stay away is one that could destroy the treaty.

Mysterious invitations have been sent out inviting the recipients to be guests at the manor of someone who claims to be a relative of theirs. Once they get there all seems normal enough until dinner is served and the smell of rotting flesh takes over the room.

Animals that are normally docile or stay away from town have become more aggressive with some even coming into town to attack. After the last attack a tall humanoid shape was seen on the outskirts of town, running toward the forest.

A famous archaeologist known for uncovering some of the biggest lost treasures is looking for adventurers to go ahead of her excavation team in an old tomb. They are promised a cut of the profit in exchange for the safety of her crew.

A treasure map fell out of an old book while the librarian was reorganizing the shelves. The scribbles are mostly unintelligible, but the countess is looking for those who wish to take the map and see what they can make out of it.

The courier for a wealthy lord is trying to round up would-be heroes to help take down the lord’s insidious rival. What the courier doesn’t tell these heroes is that the rival is a young boy who has had power for less than a year since his parents passed away.

After it became known that the blacksmith in town has been holding onto an ring that improves strength, a group of bandits were seen on their way to the town presumably to take it. The blacksmith doesn’t want to see his family hurt and pleads with anyone to help protect them when the bandits come.

After perusing a traveling art exhibit, some of the nearby patrons were sucked into a painting, finding themselves in a colorful world. With no clear exit in sight, the painting turns dark and sinister and creatures made of ink begin stalking those within.

A fortune teller is stumped as she tries to see the future of certain customers; she says that she cannot see anything clearly and can only make out a dim light in a sea of darkness. Immediately afterwards a loud, monstrous screech could be heard off in the distance.

A warrior of legendary renown has returned to town victorious but infected with a magical disease and neither the clerics or the mages have the spells or ingredients to cure his ailment. The only shot at saving him is to get feathers from a rare and dangerous bird that lives in the mountains and he offers a handsome reward for anyone who does so.

Discord suddenly erupts in the crowded marketplace as a friend is suddenly killed and the assassin starts running away. They are seen scaling buildings and trying to misdirect any who follow and the guards are no match to keep up.

After pleading their innocence after being falsely accused of a crime, the accused have two days to prove their innocence as is custom. They cannot leave the city and must be escorted by guards at all times, including one who seems to be hindering them purposefully.

A giant portal opened up in the sky, swallowing and entire city. When the survivors come to, they are small in number and find themselves amidst the ruins of the city strewn across some strange world.

A group known as the Thrillslayers has been placing ads for new members. They explain that they’re a group of monster hunters for hire, and that the first job they have for new recruits is to recover troll blood.

[direwolfrules]

I have a Korkie Kryze + Feemor Time Travel Buddy Comedy rattling around in my brain, but no coherent plot. Just random funny moments.

Such moments include: a bottle of clone-brewed moonshine triggering the toxic substances warning on Korkie's HUD while he and Feemor talk to Mace Windu, Korkie introducing Feemor as "the Uncle no one talks about" and Feemor introducing Korkie as "the bastard child we don't acknowledge", and this scene:

Qui-Gon’s face bore a distinct resemblance to the fish in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. “You mean to tell me,” Feemor’s old master began after he was once again capable of moving his mouth, “that you adopted a Mandalorian?”

“Yeeessss?”

“Technically, I adopted him,” said Korkie, and Feemor could just tell the little rat was smirking under his helmet.

[millalya]

I always have trouble finding purpose for the pages dedicated to December of the previous year on a fresh Hobonichi Weeks.

Hence I present to you...

Shaggy Appreciation Week

(Yes those furby-with-a-knife stickers and washi are the only relevant things I can find here)

[doodle17]

Welp *pulls out list of head canons*

Raz is multilingual, knowing English, Russian, Italian, and whatever else his parents taught him growing up. Sure he doesn't use it much, but he still knows them

Raz is the kind of kid to try to most random things because of a dare, like eat a rattle snake or something

Sasha has tried to quiet smoking for Milla, but failed. Several times.

Milla has a pet cat or dog and has pictures of them all over her office

Raz and Lili have tried to find secrets in the questionable area, but it always loops back to the places we see in game, another one of its unique properties

Raz can project his thought out into the world or into other people's heads, can he control this? Not too well, another reason why he has his helmet other than it looks cool

This is all I got so far but know that I have more

YES THE RAT IS IN MY ASKBOX

Raz is definitely multilingual, even if he can't speak it when he's older, I like to think he can at least read it

SASHA TRYING TO QUIT SMOKING BECAUSE OF HOT DISCO WIFEY IS CANON TO ME ALSO I like to think Milla owns a big fluffy cat :)

And The thought of Raz being able to like- mentally project whenever is such a neat thing. I actually HC that D'Artagnan is able to do that and can actually posses people's minds for little bit of time!

[sarandipitywrites]

dead darlings tag

@ahordeofwasps tagged me for this one - thank you! check out her dead darling (slaughtered mercilessly) here.

since Dead Roots, Dark Water is on to draft 3, that means there's plenty of senseless slaying of darlings from draft 2 going on around here.

tagging (with no pressure) @winterandwords, @byjillianmaria, @just-a-local-dreamer, @rewritingrosie, @lordfenric-writes, and you, if you have anything you'd like to share from your editing :)

here's a bit from DRDW that didn't make the cut for draft 3. oh, the carnage.

The roofs of the buildings crowded in closer. Jak took a deep breath and peered over the dash. The street had narrowed, buildings closing in to force the two lanes of zoomers scarcely an arm’s length apart as they flowed in opposite directions. Pedestrians walked the cratered street below, skirting around or leaping over the largest potholes. No side streets or alleys broke up the parallel gray monoliths. Just metal and stone, pinning them in like swamp rats in a maze. All the blood rushed away from his head and into his stomach. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he shoved his hand up under his scarf and sank his teeth into his thumb. This wasn’t a trap. It wasn’t a box. It was a road, and it went somewhere. It went to the water slums. Daxter knew where they were going. He needed to trust— “Ah, fuck.” Red. Red cruisers in the air, speeder bikes on the ground. Red armor, stopping every pedestrian and vehicle that tried to pass through the bottleneck. People presented small cards to be scanned. The armor allowed them to pass, or sent them back. Beyond them, worn wooden boardwalks stretched over water dark as eco. Bile rose in Jak’s throat. He bit down harder. “Y’know what, fuck that. Right? Yeah, fuck that.” Daxter cranked a lever and spun the zoomer around to merge into the other lane — the one heading away from the water slums. “Hey, grab the comm outta my bag and call Brutter for me, wouldja?” Jak pulled Daxter’s bag from the footwell and sifted through the contents. His hand brushed against something damp and he recoiled, switching to his prosthetic hand until he encountered a small boxy shape. He pulled it out, took one look, and groaned. Half screen, half speaker, no keyboard. One button on the side labelled ‘HOV.’ The scroll wheel on the other side would serve all other functions. Commonplace tech in Sandover, but he’d figured Haven would have something more— “—suspicious vehicle. Checking it out.” One of the guards mounted up on a speeder before the street twisted and the red vanished behind stone. “Dax, I think they’re—” “Don’t sweat it. I get tailed, like, twenty times a day. Just keep your head down and get Brutter on.” Brutter. Right. He scrolled to Daxter’s contact list and clicked. Seventeen pages. A dozen entries scrolled by — including one mysteriously labelled ‘Boom Boy’ — before  he found Brutter’s contact. He clicked the scroll wheel and listened to one and a half rings before the comm picked up. “Orangey friend!” A guttural, booming voice rattled the speaker. Jak jolted in his seat and fumbled the comm, caught it again before it could tumble to the street below. “You found friend Jak, yeah?” Jak glanced behind them. The red speeder tailed them several vehicles back. Had the guard heard Brutter? Would it— “Dial it down, Sunshine. Yeah, he’s right here, but we got a change of plans. East side’s crawlin’ with swamp rats. Think y’could close up shop early tonight?” “Oh yeah. Got it, got it, see you guys quick!” The speaker clicked and went silent. Jak slipped the comm back into Daxter’s bag. “Guess I’m meeting Brutter sooner than we thought?” Daxter glanced back and tensed. A siren wailed. “Attention, green duplex: ground your vehicle immediately for a random search.” Daxter flipped a switch and the zoomer descended to the street level. “Yeah. A lot sooner.” He slammed down on the accelerator.

[anamelessfool]

For One Creature's Sake (pt 2 of 2) P1

(AO3 Link) GEN | Primo & Young Copia

Submitted to @cirrus-ghoulette Whump Month Prompt. June 10: "Stay? Please?"

Family Drama, Phobias, Young Characters, Brotherly Affection, Caring, Family Bonds, Time Skips, Sickbed, Hospice Care, Curses, Hurt/Comfort

Even monsters need love, don't they?

PSA in my AU the Ghost Project timeline is much earlier. 1969-1972, 1996--ongoing.

2001

Primo lately had taken on a sallow gray color. The veins radiating from his white Infernal Eye were black, angry, twisting across his face and down his neck and arms like cruel lightning. When Brother Copia had visited him Primo was either boiling hot and soaked with sweat, or nearly frozen to the touch. A few months ago Primo had climbed into bed and since then he had not gotten up on his own.

“Primo?” Copia put on a cheery voice, walking deeper into the room with a tray of food and fresh flowers. “Primo, I’m here! Coming closer.” He narrated his actions, since recently Primo confessed he was losing his sight too. He carried the tray carefully across the room, resting it on the side table. “Lunch, soup and a half cucumber sandwich. All from your garden of course. It’s still doing well. Shall I…shall I help you up?”

“I would like that,” said Primo. He coughed and stirred. Copia pulled him up by the shoulders, adjusting the pillows behind him. Today Primo felt clammy but not uncomfortably so. The man grunted his appreciation, settling into his new upright position. “How are you today?”

“I should be asking you that.” Brother Copia gave him one of his shy smiles. He was a mousey, lanky young brother of sin in his mid-twenties, with a weirdly elegant ski-slope of a nose and a soft smattering of freckles. His fingers twitched excitedly as he spoke. He replaced the wilted flowers on the bedside table with new pink fluffy peonies from Primo’s well-tended garden.

Primo coughed a laugh. “I don’t change too much from day to day. You said there’s soup, sandwich?”

Copia brought the tray to Primo’s lap and cut small pieces of the sandwich for him, putting them in his hand piece by piece, chattering with the older man about the random goings on in the Ministry. What the new gardener was planting, Terzo’s latest weird project. If Sister had finally killed Nihil yet (she hadn’t). Copia carefully helped ladle soup into Primo’s mouth and showed off his little sling bag strapped across his chest.

“Rat carrier. It was crocheted as a gift for me,” Copia explained. He moved the tray of dishes away, and helped Primo wipe his mouth. “By Sister Alice.” He opened the drawstring and a black rat’s head emerged, its nose twitching. Copia scratched the creature’s cheek and it let out an appreciative squeak.

“Oh yes, and how is she?”

Copia frowned and he hoped Primo didn’t notice. “I'm afraid we're no more,” Copia muttered. “She…um…said it was her, not me. I don't really know what that means.”

“You’ll find the one,” Primo said, smiling. “Who do you have with you today, Copia?”

“Aramis,” said Copia. He placed the large black rat in Primo’s lap, guiding his hand to rest on the soft glossy fur. “The largest of the brothers.”

“He is quite a big one!” chuckled Primo.

“He eats Porthos and Athos’ food constantly,” Copia sighed. “But it makes him too sleepy to get into trouble, so it ah…all evens out.”

“You used to be so terrified of rats.”

“I don’t remember ever being scared of them.” Copia watched Aramis in Primo’s hand with fatherly pride. “They have little hands, how could you be afraid of them?”

Primo laughed aloud, and Copia gave him a confused look, but joined in. They shared a few moments of mirth before Primo’s hoarse laughter petered off into rattling coughs. Copia grabbed Aramis, who was fleeing from Primo’s lap, and dropped the rat on his own shoulder. He brought a cup of water over to Primo, helping him drink.

There was a tense silence. Copia pet Aramis, and the rat’s soft fur and happily twitching tail calmed him. But the lingering dark cloud had settled in on their afternoon.

“Secundo is now Papa Emeritus…and it seems like Terzo will be next.” Copia swallowed. “You don’t think Sister would um…would pick me for the Ghost Project, would she?”

“And why not? You have exceptional musical talent, Copia.”

“Yes, but…erm…I don't…I worry—”

“You don't want to end up like me,” Primo interrupted, a sarcastic expression on his face. “Maybe by your time you'll be stronger. More prepared. I lasted longer than the other three before me.”

“Three in eighteen months,” Copia whispered. “One died halfway through a set.”

“And I got through five years,” Primo said. “Some of the greatest five years of my life.” His chest swelled with air, and it seemed like the veins across his body throbbed painfully. “If I could meet my younger self and tell him all that I have accomplished, he would choose the same fate for himself. I assure you.”

“The Ghost Project is…something. We’ve never seen anything like it.” Copia sighed. “Expensive, volatile…dangerous.”

“Yes, it’s the most Papa Emeritus has channeled the Void in centuries. But Sister has a plan. Sister…” Primo turned his head away from Copia, his near sightless eyes distant. He was always terrible at lying. “Sister knows best.”

Copia cleared his throat, changing the subject. “Did you want me to read to you this afternoon? Where were we in the book?” Copia pulled a thin paperback from the side table drawer.

“Frankenstein's bride,” said Primo, his face cracking into a weak grin. “At least I remember that much.”

Copia smiled back, nestling Aramis in his lap. The huge black rat curled up and started to snooze. Copia opened the book, flicking the pages to where they left off. “Ah, yes, this is the monster speaking here… ‘If any being felt emotions of benevolence towards me, I should return them a hundred and a hundredfold; for that one creature's sake I would make peace with the whole kind! But I now indulge in dreams of bliss that cannot be realized. What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me…’’ Primo?” Copia caught his breath in his throat. “Primo, did you…fall asleep?”

“I’m here,” Primo replied. “I'm just…thinking.” He let out a rattling sigh. “Even monsters need love, don't they?”

“Of course.” Copia pet Aramis, smiling. “They need love most of all.”

Primo laid his head back, presumably staring up at the ceiling. It seemed like his mind was far away. Copia's earliest memories was of Primo’s broad smile, his good humor, his laughter. But one day Primo had stopped. Copia distinctly remembered moments where even his child brain felt that something inside his father figure had died. Some gray shadow faded the smile, some occurrence broke a piece of his heart off within him and it had painfully rattled there, trapped ever since.

“I'm sorry, Copia,” Primo finally said, his voice creaking. “I was miles away. You can keep going.”

Copia nodded, settling in. “Well then the monster continues. 'It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.’ “

“I think that is enough,” Primo muttered. “I’m tired. I cannot think about this.” He held out his hand and Copia took it.

“I’ll come by tonight, for dinner? We can finish it then.” Copia carefully herded Aramis back into the pouch, closing the drawstring. He stood up, placing his hand on Primo’s shoulder. Primo looked up, finding his eyes. Copia’s heart dropped but he managed a crooked smile.

“That would be excellent.”

“Would you be interested in coming to my organ practice tonight? If you are up for it.” Copia lowered Primo back onto the bed so he could get his afternoon nap in.

“I will see how I feel. I can have the nurse open the window. I can…sort of hear you play from here.”

“Right,” Copia said, wincing. He started backing away. “I’m leaving now. I hope you rest up. I…I care about you, Primo. Like…like a brother. Like a son.” His stomach turned. The slackness of his father figure, his adoptive brother as he lay there in bed felt like an ill omen. Something in him turned on, dark thoughts lapping at his feet like the encroaching tide. I need to prepare for this. One day Primo won’t be talking back.

He closed the door, and pretended he didn’t feel like the sound reminded him of a coffin lid.

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[fenrirmitsuki]

Random Professor Ratigan Headcanon

So, this one is really off-topic for what I usually post, but I only have the one blog and refuse to make a second one, so sorry to the usual folks and the newbies that wonder in. But I’ve had this headcanon for Professor Ratigan, from The Great Mouse Detective, rattling around in my head for years and after chatting with a Ratigan AI on CAI, I finally feel like sharing it. So, for the like 12 people who might care, here are my thoughts: (And I never read the books, so this only applies to the Disney version)

So let’s take a quick look at the stuff we know - Professor Ratigan is the Moriarty-expy nemesis of the Holmes-expy Basil; he is a rat though he absolutely hates having it pointed out; he dresses, conducts himself, and decorates his hideout in a manner fitting of high society; and he is a criminal mastermind. Let’s start with that second point. As stated, he hates being called a rat, even though it’s fairly obvious he isn’t a mouse - even setting aside his larger size and fleshy tail, he has five digits on his hands, as opposed to the four on mice hands. And sure, being a parallel of human society, mouse society may have similar connotations for rats as humans do, but there may be more to it than that. So, lat’s take a quick look at his name, Professor Padraic Ratigan. Both are of Irish origin, similar Moriarty being an Irish surname. Thus, we might infer something - that in a similar way as how British society of the time looked down on the Irish, mouse society may have similar attitudes towards rats. Either way, it’s not hard to see that rats are “othered” in mouse-dominate/centric society.

So with all that in mind, what can we speculate about the largely nebulous backstory of the Professor? Well, he was likely looked down upon and mistreated throughout his youth by society at large, despite his budding intellect likely being obvious. If he followed a similar path as his inspiration character, then he likely put in a lot of hard work to achieve professorship, possibly in mathematics. But in spite of his accomplishments, he still turned to crime. Why? Maybe it could be that he was dissatsified with a mundane professor’s life and wanted more action? Maybe his ego desired more power and recognition? Or maybe, inspite of how far a rat made it in a mouse-dominate academia, he was still looked down on and disregarded? Maybe if his brilliance wouldn’t be recognized in a mouse’s world, he’d make them recognize his cunning via crime? By usurping the very throne?

But even if he did stage ingenious crimes that shook the vert foundations of society, he was still a “filthy, detestable sewer rat”. So, he did everything he could to divorce himself from the stereotype - this habit likely starting in his youth, and was maintained through his academic career, all in an effort to fit in. But as he turned to crime, he kept the affectations in order to further cement just how different he was from how society cast him - he wasn’t some “criminal sewer rat”, he was an aristocratic mastermind that rocked the mouse world with his devious mind. But ask anyone with even a passing understanding of psychology, and they’ll tell you that repression of unwanted thoughts and feelings, especially anger, will fester and find someway of seeping out. And his anger was further compounded by his crimes constantly being thwarted by an insufferable detective - a mouse detective. Not only was his criminal brilliance being challenged by dogged detective, but he was once again being undermined by a mouse. At all added up to what we saw in the film - a mastermind of the criminal underworld unfolding his greatest scheme yet to finally get the recognition he deserved, only to once again have his goals squashed by that same detective that emboddied the rest of society, and it finally pushed him over the edge.

TL;DR - Professor Ratigan was a victim of systemic racism.

[brown-spider]

Heard you liked hearing about spidersonas?

Here's one Ive got rattling around since the first movie: Climber, (Not the most creative name, i know) aka Sierra.

Was bitten, yes, probably while visiting cousins in the city, but lives and mainly operates in the boonies. Lives in a very forested and mountainous region, mostly deals with like, people getting lost, wildfires, helps with evacuation during flooding, as well as dealing with poaching. They spend the rest of their time helping field researchers and just, observing animals, bugs and plants as a hobby.

Barely even has a super suit, dressed in hiky/outdoorsy clothes with googles for a somewhat similar effect as the classic "eyes".

Their backstory has their dad ditching their mum, but the mum, (who eventually died but left behind a passion for botany, butterflies and birds (sorry, I like the alliteration.)) was taken in by the dads family, mainly his brother, the Ben figure. When Ben died, the cousin/adopted sibling of Sierra had left the boonies for the city and Sierra inhereted the property. Its not much, but its enough for them to raise chickens and have a few fruit trees and stuff, and also house random hikers, cavers/spelunkers and field researchers.

Their "secred id" is a farce in the community, they're known and barely even bothered to hide that sweet "girl next door" Sierra is that funky guy, Climber the farmers and villagers in the area dgaf. They dont rat the id to strangers, but the secret is so open its barely even a secret.

Their main enemies that arent dumb people grilling that never learnt fire safety is a bigwig forester (that want to clearcut ancient forests, you know the kinds), a mining company and a reoccuring band of poachers.

They're a natures activist, and the forest in question does overtime get chunks of it being declared nature preserves but you know how it is, some companies (tries to) cheat.

They're basically a local "smoky the bear" but for ecological balance and preservation. They're sometimes called in to talk about the local flora and/or fauna during field days for the school or scouts. They Will Ramble For Hours About Finches.

Neeeat, I think its interesting when ppl have spidersonas that dont live in a city!