#Jack Will the Mouse

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sexualitys of ruby and her friends?? 👀

Oh? 😶

Ok then. 🤷‍♀️

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Ruby Wild Heart The Mouse: Straight.

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Jack Will The Mouse: Straight.

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Winnie Rose Leaf The Rat: Straight.

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Jake Johnson The Fox: Straight. (He has a Girlfriend, that Girlfriend is Violet The Rabbit who was a boy at the first but changed genders because she didn't feel like a boy)

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Part 2?? :3

[artist-issues]

Rise of the Guardians doesn’t lend itself to a sequel.

But if they made one, the villain should be The Pied Piper. And instead of endangering kids’ childhood using fear, like the Boogeyman, The Piper would endanger childhood by causing strife with the parents, making the kids feel like they don’t belong in their own homes.

Plus he’s enticing kids with wanderlust, which sounds fun, so he starts to feel like the photo-negative of Jack Frost and definitely tries to outdo him in terms of style and flamboyant charm. And maybe because he knows “memories of childhood” would be a big threat to his work on the parents, the Piper straight-up kidnaps Tooth Fairy (since kidnapping the fairies themselves didn’t work out for Pitch)

And then you can have Bunnymund and Jack Frost fighting armies of super rats and Sandman trying to hold his sand-constructs together as the Pied Piper’s musical vibrations destabilize them, and then North seems to be the only one who’s a match for the Piper in group showdowns, until the Piper summons his chief hench-rat and it’s the Mouse King from the Nutcracker

I know Rise of the Guardians can’t have sequels

but in this pitch I will—

[dragonsareattackingsuperhell]

Absolutely tragic that supernatural ended before Mickey Mouse became public domain

I would’ve watched the shit outta an episode with tfw 2.0 trying to kill that mouse

[crocodiiia]

heh creepypasta Kitties

one day i will warrior catify them properly but This'll have to do

[dragomircho]

mouse Will saga

[lavenderdaisychain]

RobbyXHoney where she gets hurt by a psych or pissed off patient 🤭

Knights in black figs

a/n: OH. EM. GEE, Dr. Honey and Dr.Robby are BACK! I almost switched this where Robby got hurt instead but it was not working, but here we are!!

Dr. Micheal RobinavitchxFem!Doctor!Reader

tags: Established relationship (married), Age gap (not specified but 20s/40s), PTSD, veteran experiencing an episode (this is dramatized and not always an accurate description of how veterans react), violence, angst, but also fluff at the end, very much hurt/comfort, medical inacuracies bc im j a girl, Langdon saves the day?? in this economy?? very much needed.

It happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on a patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER.

"Mr. Prescott it's me Doctor Robinavitch." you announced, softly stepping into the dimmed room. Logan Prescott was a younger man, a vet. He’d come in for some head pain and you were trying to rule out if it was physical or mental. You were always soft with these patients, but should've had another nurse or even Robby there with you, but you knew you could handle him.

Leaving the battlefield didn't mean the war was over, you were all too familiar with the warzones that wage in the mind like a raging torrent.

Logan was curled up on the bed, not asleep but not awake, his hands clasped tightly over his ears. He'd told you he hated hospitals but knew he needed help, you'd bribed Myrna to get a bed in the hall so he could try and get some quiet in a room. You watched as he slowly rocked back and forth, humming a military cadance to himself.

"Logan? I brought you some Tylenol, then we need to do some testing down here before we send you up to imaging is that okay?" You made sure to give him plently of space, not always knowing how a patient with PTSD will react. Logan turned and looked to you, terrified and in pain, he sat up and took the tylenol gratefully. "I got you file from the doctor at the VA, you do have some history of head trauma, is there any way you can expand on that?"

You shined a light in his eyes as you spoke, routine. His pupils were reactive to light and sizing properly. According to Logan he had a few stories of gettimg hurt in combat- passed the finger test -but didn't remember any head injuries.

"My pain is all at the back of my head Doc," He winced again, "feels like the base of my neck is on fire all the time."

You chewed the inside of your lip as you felt the base of his neck for any injuries, not knowing this action would send everything sideways. All it took was a sharp press at the nape and you were being overpowered.

it happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on your patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER. A hand grabbed the back of your head before slamming your face into the metal tray that sat beside you. Strong arms wraped around your waist and throat, locking you in place as a blade hovered near you. Logan barked an order at you, but it wasn't in English, you cursed yourself for not taking Arabic like your grandmother had begged.

"Logan, just drop the blade and we can talk about this-" the blade pressed into your top, wrong answer. "If we walk out there with you holding me like this shit is going to hit the fan, fast-" You tried your hardest to plead with him, craning your neck to see his face, but his eyes were hollow. He was running on a deadly autopilot.

"We have to go now. I trade you I get her back that was the deal." he growled in your ear as he began to walk to the door. Your chest began to tighten and your breathing was on the edge of becoming erratic. You weren't fearing for your life as much as you feared for the man who kept your body captive against his.

"I am walking out with a patient who is not in a clear state of mind," You called out to the hallway praying someone would hear you. "Do not approach aggressivley he is armed!"

The two of you stumbled from the room into the heart of the ER, which came to a screaming halt at the sight of a man with a knife to one of their own. And not just one of their own but Dr. "Honey" Robinavich of all people. One of the nurses tried to lunge at Logan before you could protest, earning a slice to your shoulder. You bit back your pain, shooting daggers at the nurse as he backed off, eyes wide with fear.

"What the hell is goi-" Robby couldn't finish his sentence as he rounded the corner with Dana, coming face to face with his wife being held up, bleeding. A wave of emotions crashed into him as he assesed you from afar. Blood was splattered across your face, a stream trailing down your bicep. Logans head snapped around as he faced Robby, seeing him as the authority.

"I'm here for our trade. I want my wife," He growled.

"Sir, I don't have her," Robby started gently, you felt an arm squeeze tighter around your throat. You tried to pull yourself free, hoping if you could speak to Logan he would listen to you. "You're in Pittsburg, you're safe. But you are causing a scene in a hospital and you've hurt someone innocent.” Robby brought his palms up in a surrendering stance, eyes focused on you the whole time.

Logan began to ramble again, in Arabic you assumed, but the more he rambled about needing his wife back the tighter his grip got on your throat. The edges of your vision began to darken, stars shooting in front of you.

“Sir, can you tell us where you are?” Dana asked, bravely stepping forward, Robby was locked in his place behind her not looking at you but looking behind.

“Unless you bring my wife back you need to get the fuck back!” He shouted.

“We’re trying to get her right now,” Robby cut back in, slowly pulling Dana behind him. “But you need to let her go.” Robby’s eyes were trained on you, your fear began to slowly wash away. He had you, he always had you. But Logan didn’t like his answer, he raised his blade to your chest. You had to think fast.

“Baby,” you choke through his grasp. “Logan it’s me. Please baby let me go.”

That got his attention. Logan’s grip on the knife faltered as he thought for a moment maybe he’d dragged his wife into this mess to get her back. You didn’t see Robby’s small nod, but as a needle pierced Logans arm, the knife made its home in between your ribs.

The panic set in. At first you didn’t feel the knife, didn’t feel your knees hit the ground, or the strong arms that lifted you onto a trauma bed.

Muffled shouting clouded your mind as your vision was darkening quickly. Was this how you were going out? Trying to help a patient? Stabbed in front of your family and maybe never heard from again before you could tell them all you loved them?

“Honey, Honey you have to stay with me.” Robby’s voice was shaky, fear coating each word.

You opened your mouth to speak, or at least you thought you did, but no words or sounds came out. Your ears began to ring and as hard as you wanted to stay awake, you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Oh my God.” Was that…Langdon? Your eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice and the monitor quietly beeping behind you. “Robby I didn’t know he was gonna do that!”

“It’s okay kid, I gave you the go ahead,” Robby replied, his voice was tired. "None of us knew how he'd react and we had to get him down. She's alive...that's what matters." you rolled your neck to get a better look at you husband who was slouched in the shitty hospital chair. The movement sent waves of pain causing you to hiss, the men turned to face you. Langdon's eyes were wide with shock, and maybe shame. Robby was just happy to see you awake.

"You saved me Frank," your voice was strained, barely above a whisper, "I'm grateful for you." He almost broke right there, fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to come in the room and reach for you. He cleared his throat and mumbled a quick 'any time Honey' before he was whisked away by a beeping pager. He knew he needed to leave because as soon as the door shut Robby was curled up in your side, pushing your hair back and kissing the side of your face tenderly.

You couldn't hide the way the shakes took over your body as you thought about the day you'd had, being the empathetic person you were, Logan was on your mind. Tears pricked at your eyes, the pain in your throat radiated through your body, you'd become acutely aware of the deep scar that now lived in your chest.

"Hey, hey baby breathe," Robby's calm voice pulled you from the panic that tried to set in, you leaned into his touch, taking the Star of David that lay around his neck in your hands. Robby softly dragged his hands up and down your spine, careful to avoid the blossoming pain in your ribs.

"I want to go home." You choked out.

"Soon," Robby nodded, placing another tender kiss to your temple. "we don't have to talk about today yet but I love you so much, I don't say it enough."

Of all things you could've done a laugh escaped you, through the pain and the sorrow there was never a day Robby couldnt make you laugh. You cupped his beard, pulling his face down slightly to place a kiss to him. "I love you," you whispered back. That was all the energy you had but he knew everything left unsaid behind it. As the observational hours went on, you laid against Robbys chest, the drumming from his talking of hospital nonsense comforting you.

"I mean really it's been months since Pittfest we should not be seeing those rats still!"

"Call Whitaker, I got him to kill one at the house the other day because I felt sorry for it." The way Robby's full belly laugh rumbled against you like thunder in a summer storm made the stress of the day melt away completley. Your heart soared at the fact that your husband would come up with pure bullshit just in the hopes it would make you laugh.

Now you were home. Safe, away from the hospital until you had a psych eval but it wouldn't be for another 3 weeks.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Robby had protested you getting out of your comfy bed after finally getting home, but ultimatley gave in, you dropped your robe once the bathroom door had (reluctanly) closed. Your face looked like hell, your nose had been taped but it didn't mean the crook would disappear, your top lip was swollen and sliced from where your face had connected with the metal tray. Patches of purple and green spread under your eyes like a sea of wilted moss.

Your throat was covered in black and purple splotches, just looking at it made the pain rear it's ugly head. Your hands trailed down to the white patch at your ribs, Robby said it took 18 stitches and it was a miracle he didn't puncture a lung. He never wanted to hurt you, not really.

"You hungry?" Robby asked through the door, your stomach growled in response.

"Starving!"

When you knew Robby had walked to the kitchen you slipped out of the bathroom, robe still on the floor and decided you needed a piece of comfort. The smell of your favorite breakfast began to travel trough the house, beckoning you to the kitchen.

"Mmmm, my favorite,"

Robby turned at the sound of your feet padding into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every piece of you as you'd traded your robe out for a teeshirt that just covered your ass and nothing else. Robby took you in his arms gently, his hands moving under the shirt you wore to press small circles in your back. You pulled robbys neck down till his head rested lightly on your shoulder. You would never forget today, because today reminded you why you woke up every day, for them.

For him

"I love you," You whispered in his ear. The rest of your weekend to come would be laying around in bed, eating good food and remembering how much you love each other, even if you didn't say it enough.

a/n: omg this was so fun to write, life has been insane so I was so happy to get some Robbyxyou (honey) content out!! I have big plans coming but I hope yall enjoy ~kisses

@ebodebo @kchronicallyonline @sceletaflores @that-sarcastic-writer

my dividers are from the lovely: @enchanthings-a

[angelxd-3303]

TW: mention of starvation and med stuff!

Knee deep in the transformers autism, I can't help but wonder what would happen if the TFP group was found by like an Autobot ship or something, and then proceed to get put on mandatory sick leave because they're all in varying states of starvation due to low resources, and the team has to cope with suddenly taking a backseat and having to let other Autobots take on the Decepticons after handling it alone for so long.

Like, Optimus is losing his mind because the ship captain and generals keep shooing him out of meetings and telling him to just relax. Ratchet huffing and pouting because the medical staff insist that he stop limiting his Energon intake because he no longer 'needs' to go without to make sure there's enough. Arcee goes stir crazy when she's not allowed to go on patrols and is ordered to focus on recovering. Bumblebee is frazzled when he finds fellow scouts who are all fascinated by him and wanna be friends. Bulkhead has a crisis because if he's not breaking stuff, he's just useless, right?

Bonus points if cybertronians actually have a wide variety of foods, and when poor Op has a near meltdown in the cafeteria because choosing from so many options after only having plain liquid Energon is overwhelming as heck, the humans realize just how rough their bots have had it. Raf and June panicking during the mandatory medical exam when the doctors ordered immediate bed rest and an IV for Ratchet because he restricted his Energon intake so much his systems have started shutting down.

The Autobots being given the equivalent of small hotel rooms on the ship and feeling awkward in the space. Not knowing what to do with their own kitchen, being surprised by the inclusion of personal washracks, and the beds being far too soft after recharging on metal slabs.

Bonus x2 if the bots try to sleep in separate quarters, but the rapid changes leave them stressed and unable to rest. It starts with Bumblebee carrying a yawning Raf up to Ratchet's door and knocking timidly. IV hooked up to his arm, Ratchet sighs when he sees them and ushers the scout in. Then Arcee shows up with Jack in tow. She was just worried about Ratchet, she's just here to check on him!

Sure thing, he says, patting the couch on the side that isn't taken up by a sleepy Bumblebee. Bulkhead finds them cuddling on the couch, and Miko very quickly joins her human friends in curling up on Ratchet's chest. By the time Optimus sheepishly appears, everyone is in a half-asleep daze. That's how they're found the next morning; a medic checking in on Ratchet finds the entire team in a big cuddle pile on the floor in front of the couch. They smile fondly, check on his IV, then leave the exhausted team to rest.

Because Primus knows they've earned it.

Feel free to do something with this idea, I'd actually love to see how others interpret the concept!

[daybyday-artwork]

For October <3

[twistmusings]

Character Analysis of the Twisted Wonderland Dorm Rooms - Savanaclaw

Thanks so much for your input on the first post everyone! Honestly a lot of you have much sharper eyes that I do, so I'm making it a habit to add addendums when people spot things that I don't.

At any rate, here is the examination of the rooms for Savanaclaw!

Dorm Room Character Analysis Series

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Leona Kingscholar

To start with the obvious, Leona is probably the most disorganized dorm that we've seen so far. He's noticeably left his clothes lying around the room. It's of note that he's got an empty hangar in his closet, which could mean that some of these clothes are clean and he cba to hang them up.

Leona has a chess set with three pieces displayed - what appears to be a Knight, a Rook, and a Pawn. I believe this may be a reference to the story arc of book 2, considering that Rooks are a powerful piece in chess. If we consider in terms of chess, if I had to guess, I would say the Knight is Leona (known for it's unique movement which can be used to strategize and take tactical advantage of board placement), the Rook would be Ruggie (known as one of the most powerful pieces in chess because it can move any distance in a single line so long as it doesn't jump another piece, thank you anon for correcting me on this!) because of his unique magic being the lynch pin of Leona's plan during book two, and Jack, or more generally, the rest of his dormmates, being the pawns, that are used to set a strategic defense.

Also of note, Leona has a plant in his room. Of course, it could be fake, but if it is real, it shows a nurturing aspect to Leona that is interesting given his characterization that we know of. Minor Spoiler Warning for Book 6 that has definitely been pointed out by other people, but we know that he lets Riddle rest on his lap during the book when he's knocked unconscious, so he does, indeed, seem to have aspects of a nurturer in his characterization that he tends to hide by being prickly. If I had to read further into this, I would say it's another aspect of his motif overall - Leona has the capacity to care a great deal about everything, but he doesn't because he isn't given the same opportunities as Falena, and so you see those parts of him come out in other places.

This may be a bit of a stretch, but I believe this pillow in Leona's room is intended to be a call-back to Lions and their manes. When Leona lays his head down on the pillow, the pattern would be splayed out around his head like one.

Leona, of course, has textiles in his room, which is mentioned to be important for his homeland in the Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling event as they are handmade and the primary source of income for Sunset Savanna. This is of note because Leona is not the only one in Savanaclaw to display tapestries like this, but these tapestries are notably similar to those shown in the Tamashina Mina.

So this is going to be a very long and not particularly important sections, so feel free to skip if you CBA to read it, but I wish there was a little bit more information about the inspiration drawn for Leona's homeland because it could be particularly informative of the actual symbolism in the textiles. If we are considering what we know about his homeland, Leona mentions a few things that give us some hints as to the location.

Generally speaking, the Lion King is considered to be set in Tanzania, and this is in line with the Hibiscus and the Baobab that Leona mentions in the Cloudcalling event, however from my most definitely not expert research, a lot of textiles produced in Tanzania are wax dyed. (Mind, I am far from an expert in African Textiles.) This becomes important when Leona mentions that the tapestries and clothing in the Sunset Savanna are woven. While it's not always a rule, typically woven clothing and tapestries are dyed before they are woven, and weaving is what produces the pattern. With wax dyeing, the textiles are produced first, and then waxes are used to create layers of dye that are arranged in patterns. (This also gets called batik dyeing).

The left, above, is a Tanzinian Batik Kitenge Fabric from east Africa, while the right is a Ghanaian Woven Kente Cloth from West Africa next to Leona's Tapestry to show more of what I mean, which throws a wrench into examining this further because we are talking about two different cultures across the continent from one another.

The gist of this being, it does seem that Leona's tapestry and blankets would seem to be more in line with woven fabric as opposed to batik dyed fabric. If anyone has more information who is more versed in this subject, I would love to know more! Basically, this is the long way of me saying I can't exactly identify whether or not any of the tapestries or blankets in his room hold any particular meaning in their patterns or colors because I wouldn't know what culture it would be drawing inspiration from! To be quite honest, it is entirely possible this is a case of Twist mixing several cultures together to paint a more general picture of African culture.

To change the subject back to the room - Leona has a notable lack of study materials in his room. In fact, I don't see a single book in his room. If Riddle is the one who is the king of the little readers club, Leona was the kid who filled in all the stamps on the summer reading list to get the prizes without reading anything.

While it's not as prevalent as Cater or Trey, Leona's room features a lot of darker yellows and reds. It's possible that Leona favors these warmer colors, which is funny considering his rather gloomy outlook on a lot of things, as these colors are generally associated with happiness and passion.

The hidden mickey in his room is just below his overhead lamp.

Jack Howl

Jack, as we know, has a little cactus garden in his room. it is of note, his cacti are flowering, which is a sign that his little cacti are as happy as could be.

This might be a bit morbid, but if I had to guess, I would guess that Jack's rug is a synthetic wolf-skin rug given the jagged design on the edges. This is only a guess of course, as the bedrooms and backgrounds in twist tend to have a slightly flatter style than the rest of the game, so it's hard to tell if it's actually fur or not. Regardless, we see see a lot of the members of Savanaclaw's animals represented in small touches in their room.

Jack is pretty organized in comparison to the other freshmen! All of his books are put away, and even his weights and resistance bands are tucked away as much as they can be.

Jack seems to have soy protein, a protein shake container, and a stick of deodorant ready-to-go! Jack might be a bit extra with his workout routine, but at least he seems to be responsible about it by making sure he's getting the nutritional support he needs to build muscle and taking care not to smell rank.

Jack also has a textile on his wall. Given the Shaftlands seems to be generally inspired by Europe, I would guess that the tapestry is most similar to Nordic knitted and woven fabrics. The motif of the tapestry seems to be floral designs or snowflakes and pine trees. This seems to be a cute callback to how Jack likes to snowboard and how he comes from a snowy place.

Like the other first years, Jack doesn't seem to have decorated his bedsheets much. He does have a bedrunner in a flamestitch sort of pattern. Though the flamestitch pattern isn't commonly attributed to any one country, it is generally considered to be of European origin, adding to the European inspiration of the shaftlands.

The hidden Mickey in Jack's room is next to his tapestry.

Ruggie Bucchi

Mr. Pig. More seriously, Ruggie found it abandoned on the street and took it home. There's a meerkat version as well that Ruggie has mentioned getting in his Birthday Boy Vignette. He also mentions that it sings or lets out a happy squeal when you put coins into it.

Also, Ruggie has a framed photo on his desk, similar to Deuce. I would guess this is a photo of him and his grandmother.

Ruggie actually seems to read quite a bit! He has books in his bookshelf, as well as stacked next to his bed within easy reach to read there if he would like to. These don't seem to be textbooks, so it's an easy conclusion that Ruggie probably reads in his free time. My guess for the textbooks is that Ruggie likely downloads them online from a library resource. Or illegally. To be quite honest, good for him, textbooks are expensive for no damn reason.

Ruggie is also quite well organized - he doesn't have a lot of personal items in his room, but the ones that he does have are put away.

Following on that last point, Ruggie's lack of decorations aside from a handful of things likely lends to him being raised in poverty.

Interesting note, but Ruggie has roommates. In fact, a lot of the Twisted Wonderland cast do, but you can actually see snippets of Ruggie and Jack's roommates space in their cards. The freshmen are mentioned to have four to a room, so though I didn't include this in the first post, Ace and Deuce have two other roommates.

While it might be easy to assume that Ruggie's comforter is giraffe print at first glance, the coloration and spacing of the pattern actually leads me to believe this is meant to be the pattern of a spotted Hyena.

Ruggie's hidden mickey is on the wall next to his closet.

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Toon Universe X warrior cats au, part 2.

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Ruby name as a Warrior cat is WildHeart.

Jack name as a Warrior cat is WillBrow.

Winnie name as a Warrior cat is RoseLeaf.

Goaty name as a Warrior cat is GoatFur.

Sheepy name as a Warrior cat is SheepFluff.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

[mewomanjericao]

ok so. i had a thought.

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Nate Bastian on sitting between Jack Hughes & Timo Meier:

shoutout @tfc-hockey for the article

"I talk a lot," he laughed, "I like to think that's not a bad thing. I sit between Jack and Timo, but I try on game days, maybe to talk a little less, because you know they've got their own stuff. But we have a pretty active corner, I know that Johnny (Marino) is always trying to migrate over and hang with us. And we have to send him back to his area."

He's never officially been told to stop talking by either Hughes or Meier, but then again, he hasn't quite tested the limits he said with a huge smirk.

"I haven't really tested the waters," he joked, "I kind of stay in my lane. Like Jack and I have never had a problem sitting beside each other but I'm sure I could find a way to piss him off if I really wanted to. He's got a lot of stuff going on."

Neither Hughes nor Meier, Bastian said, have any weird quirks that force him to be extra aware of when it comes to their space. But what he does have to stay mindful of is the type of day it is. Is it practice? Is it a morning skate? Is it before warmups? Depending on the situation, Bastian might have to self-regulate and keep control of his talkative nature.

"If you see Jack on gameday and on a practice day, it's like two different people. Sitting beside Jack (on a practice day) versus 10 minutes before warmup is like night and day.

"Literally, I can talk to (Jack) about whatever I want to talk about, it could be about anything," Bastian said of a practice day. "And then like before a game, I just sometimes have to catch myself and be like maybe it's not the right time."

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Happy 85th Birthday, Tom and Jerry! The first “Tom and Jerry” cartoon, “Puss Gets the Boot,” directed by Bill Hanna and Joe Barbera, was released on February 10th, 1940.

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