#a bit of silly

[waterbottlegrey-blog]

The thing is. The thing is. It really is just a cat, though. It may be an immortal cat. Or a magical talking cat.

But you'll be damned if you'll involve yourself in whatever nonsense made Grandmother Veaselburbley take all those visits to their Majesties, and looking more annoyed and resigned than you saw her arranging the seating order for Christmas Dinner- she always took the cat with her.

And so, you order your maid to accompany you when you are possible to encounter the cat. You make up some nonsense about a bad dream and feign hysterics.

And it works! The cat tries to seek you out several times. Jump on your lap, and so forth. Unsuccessfully.

The servants, by now aware of your caprice, are always with you. Gently picking the cat up and carrying it away.

And then the invites start. Every member of your family in turn is summoned to the Palace. You do not bother to wait yours.

A sudden fit of fragile nerves - you trust Dr Markham made something convincing up, you certainly paid him enough - and you're on your way to Swiss, to recover in fine mountain air.

A summons come for you, in your lovely vacation. You pretend a fit of consumption. And then a broken leg. And then exhaustion. The Swiss doctors are really much more expensive for these things.

It goes on for a year, or near as.

Then the summons stop, because the entire damn country goes to hell. There are upraisings, their Majesties are dead, and there is a confusing period where every member of your family is quite possibly destitute - but thankfully, someone had offshored the family fortune at some point, and you watch, vaguely guilty, as the fires of revolution burn, and burn out.

Order restores itself, and a year and a half after this nonsense started, you are sitting on a terrace, sipping hot chocolate, wondering if you should accept the proposal of a very charming Belgian royal - Duke? Well. Certainly charming.

An then out of nowhere, a man in a sleek black suit sits opposite to you.

You freeze at the audacity, and the incompetence of the staff - he does not even wear a hat! Nor gloves!

"I beg your pardon-"

He grins at you. The words die as panic closes your throat. His hair is white, and his eyes are blue, and his teeth are -

He pushes something across the table.

A gold embossomed leather band. It is the collar. The damn cat has found you. You stare at the mane in horror.

He blinks his eyes slowly at you.

"Thanks," he says. The he gets up.

And leaves.

You have no idea what has happened.

But you're damned glad you never let the cat be alone with you.

Your grandparent passes and your parents inherit the palatial estate as well as the care for its cat. After going through several family records you realize the cat has been inherited throughout the generations. You try telling others but they forget. Now it keeps trying to be alone with you.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[nymphoutofwater]

And why? Cultural norms? Personal schedule? “Cause I’m always late to everything”?

Bonus points: Region and/or ethnicity?

[waterbottlegrey-blog]

You live in a dangerous world. There a re many things that would harm you. There are beings in it, the biggest carnivores beside bears, that thankfully do not hunt you for food. Their actions are mostly uncomprehensible. Some chase you, but mostly they just are, moving and living in their nests, their territories, and their nests are so so wast. You can make shelter, find food if you brave these things. They do not pay attention to you.

There is good eating, but they do not like you picking at their nest. Chase you sometimes, sometimes do other things to their nest, not in malice, but complete indifference. They must be gods of some sort; every predator you know fears them as well. They kill even bears if they come close to their nests. They have terrifying powers - there are herd animals and prey animals that do not fear them, that love them, that are posted as guards and pest-control and food - cows will meekly give up their milk and cats come when called as to a mother, they must be gods!

Now one is leaving food out, specifically for you. It could be for a sinister reason, it could be one of their strange whims. Perhaps they mean to bewitch you, too, for guards or food, or their sport. But you have chicks, and the food is near, so you eat.

You'd do anything to keep their favor. They like things. You saw them bring plants to their nest, they seem to put it there for some strange reason. Perhaps to attract mates? Too keep pests away?

It doesn't matter. You want their favor to stay with you and yours, this whim must last; and if they decide to bewitch you like they did the domestic animals, you hope hope hope that it won't be for food.

...I'd give it some flowers, too.

[eydilily]

🐌🐌🐌 BAM!

close up shot :3c

and a lil progression comparison

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[trustymikh]

there are many benefits to being a ground-type pokemon trainer

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[crowatyourwindow]

Do you think it would have been cool if Atsushi's white tiger aged with him as he grew up

[mellosghosts]

that one the pacifier 2005 scene but it's laura annoying logan just a few days before he fucking dies

[bakedbeanchan]

I love the first season of atla

[waterbottlegrey-blog]

You have to understand, Tim didn't do it just for fun. He was careful not to do stuff just because he could, because that was the way to the Tim that Ended the World, and while Mister E was a lunatic, he had a point.

It was- well- it was an. Accident. He was just trying to buy himself some time to do his homework before class, and his Da startled him by shouting him for breakfast, and- Mister E laughed at him. So it couldn't be that bad, right?

Parallel loops of past versions of the universe, alternate pasts, the way you couldn't really change your own present by altering the past- unless where you could- Constantine tried to explain, but he was laughing too hard. Rose gave him a disappointed look, which was worse.

And meanwhile Gotham had the Notebook Man, with his sidekick Robin the Student. And it should be funny, alright, but it wasn't. Because apparently, Batman could make anything pants-shittingly scary.

He'd show up, out of nowhere, a demented image of the most feared teacher you've ever had, demanding you Explain Where You Were Wrong - Tim could just see the red ink on his essay on the branches of government, how did he mix up the legislative and the judicial, anyway? Mr Sweeftly could eviscerate you in text, he could hear him in those five words-

Anyway. Instead of a bat, lurking in the dark, Batman took inspiration from a clumsily thrown notebook Tim had hurled over his shoulder in a tiff, and his gig was now apparently that a man who knew where you went wrong and wanted you to explain yourself was scary. You'd get a chance to argue your case. That sounded even worse, mind games like that. And Robin would play off him, pointing out what the correct thing could be, and they'd destroy people mentally- Gotham had the most reformed criminals per capita in the world. And of suicides.

Constantine didn't believe him about the Bat thing at first, until Tim'd showed him.

And then, after a hasty consultation with Mister M, they decided to just go back again and throw the stupid bat, except then John went:

"Wait, wait-" and now there was this.

To date (sort of) they'd thrown:

Silk Cut fags (Constantine) - 'Breathe Deep' said the Smoke Man, with his sidekick Robin Habit chiming 'It wouldn't hurt to have one," ore some such- employed debilitating gases, and a wast assortment of addiction connected paraphellia - pills, injections, what have you - bit like the Scarecrow bloke, but For Your Own Good type-thing - Gotham Rehab Wayne Foundation branched out across the globe in that one.

A rose (Rose): Flower-Man, and Robin the mourner - undertaker thing, utterly mad, he drove round in a hears and put flower-wreath as a calling card. Poison Ivy was Robin in that one, and gods help you if you upset him, he left criminals in body bags that could only be opened from the outside, or buried alive for the police to dig up, with a wreath of roses to mark the spot- Robin-Ivy would dig them up, it was true. But a hard brush with the concept of death like that- ooof.

And Tim got curious, alright?

A toaster- Breadmaker Man, and his sidekick Robin the Barista, somehow even more deranged than the previous one, with the catchphrase Are You Hungry For Bread or Are you Just Bored? And a frankly terrifying assortment of gadgets that went 'ding.' Criminals could be identified by refusal to eat anything with gluten.

A dead, taxidermied Robin (the bird!):

Bird Man, and Robin the singer. Those two flied, in suits with feather wings so convincing they were though of as metahumans. The Flock of Gotham had four people and Hawk-Girl.

A shoe:

the most bizzare yet. And the coolest. They were dressed chavvy, but cool chavvy, and the gimmick was straight up violence. A really convincing accent to go with it, too. The Gumshoe Man and Robin stole shoes and made you run, and in Gotham, well. Ouch. 'Got Your Running Shoes On?' was a cool catch phase.

Mister M caught up when he was throwing a tennis ball. (Sports Man, and Robin the Tennis Boy. 'Up For a Match, Sport?' PE, but awful. Gotham had the fittest, and most scared, criminals anywhere. Wayne Sports was a juggernaut, and Gothamites featured on the olympics regularly.)

He ended up joining with a thrown sharpened stake, but only once. Because then Mystic Man, and Robin the Fae - fake, of course - Ended up pinning him to a wall with stakes and putting him away for killing people. And it affected Tim, too, because he suddenly had double memories of Bruce being there and asking him 'What if Magic and Monsters Were Real?' and being so good of a mentor that Tim-

He threw a bat at the window next time:

Wrong. It was Batman and there was a Robin, but they had a death theme going on. Apparently it was supposed to be a live bat.

Tim threw that at the window, and wrote the essay. Magic- magic was nothing but trouble, sometimes.

Time travelers have realized that Bruce Wayne will always, without exception, base his crimefighting persona on the first thing to crash into his window on a particular night. Now, they have an ongoing contest to see who can make him adopt the most ridiculous persona.

[chloesimaginationthings]

William gives Michael a very “good” FNAF gift..

[cyberiapinksosa333]

“wtf is wrong with you”

you mean like today or like in general?

[mildh4nn]

THE KING OF PIRATES

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut