#ch: mouse

[nikosasaki]

heyyyyy! any ideas for your potential one piece oc yet?

oh do I!! ofc all of this is extremely subject to change but this is what my brain has been rotating for the past few hours;

his name is Jirokichi 'Mouse' Mullowney, named after nezumi kozō, a thief and folk hero whose full name was nakamura jirokichi, and john mullowney, an irish horse thief turned bounty hunter who hunted catholic priests. so that's fun.

Mouse is a famed and elusive bounty hunter — on of the most prolific bounty hunter in the east blue, who is mostly known for not being known at all. he only really does his business through a third party, in the dark, or in some other way that hides his identity. quiet and unseen, like a mouse in the dark. he's kind of a folk tale himself, in that way. people have no idea what he looks like, or even if he's a man or a woman, etc.

you'd think Mouse is really cool and competent, what with being a famed bounty hunter and all that. but no. really, he's just extremely lucky. ninety percent of his success comes from plain old luck and being in the right place at the right time. he's a happy-go-lucky guy who just so happens to be an extremely good tracker.

he meets the straw hats somewhere between shells town and syrup village. really, he meets Luffy who can't help but be too friendly and overshare (im thinking he might be sent by Garp to find Luffy but im not sure yet, but either way;) Mouse is like. hm. my kinda guy. he introduces himself as regular guy Jiro who ends up helping Luffy and the crew out of a messy situation, after which it is revealed that he is actually famous bounty hunter Mouse. Zoro, who has been lowkey obsessing over Mouse (for normal reasons!! he swears) kind of loses his mind because he thought Jiro was really annoying but that doesn't make sense because Mouse should be cool etc.

throughout the story they keep running into Mouse until he finally decides to join them full time by the end of season one, and all the while he and Zoro have a very silly push and pull dynamic where Mouse very openly flirts with Zoro and Zoro wants to die.

his fc is maybe kento yamazaki but I'm very open to suggestions (ethnicity doesn't matter. really just looking for someone with bambi eyes and a great smile) because it's Hard to find someone with resources that match one piece's vibe.

[tiredassmage]

in a name

In which we FINALLY name the cat! @captainderyn consider this part two??? xD I thought a little follow-up to this was well-deserved lol.

x-x-x-x-

“Hey!”

A sharp hiss slipped the Commander’s lips before an even sharper look landed on the gray cat staring intently at his waving hand, tail flicking restlessly.

Tyr’s eyes narrowed as he frowned first at the cat and then down at his hand. She’d failed to draw blood this time, perhaps, but she was getting awfully opinionated about her time.

“I told you,” he reasoned sternly, “that I have reports to finish. They’re not going to read themselves.”

The feline raised a paw to bat at his hand again as he attempted to return to the datapad. Tyr’s frown deepened as said paw, perhaps because she caught his disapproving glare, rested carefully over his hand.

He huffed a sigh and caved to reaching out to rub underneath her chin, which she quite gleefully leaned into, seemingly with about all of… Well, she couldn’t possibly weigh much. Still, she about tumbled over when his hand moved again.

Mrr?

“Come here then, pest,” he muttered with a shake of his head and a faint, amused smile flickering at the corner of his mouth despite his best intentions. He tossed his datapad aside on the table and patted his lap.

A small rumble emitted from the creature before she bumped her head against his hand and stepped up onto his leg, balancing carefully on one as he rubbed around her ears.

“Picking fights with the cat again?”

Tyr didn’t look up immediately, busied with rubbing two fingers underneath the feline’s chin. He glanced over as Theron appeared in the corner of his vision. “She’s a bit of a brat.”

“Somebody’s gotta put you in your place.”

“Ha!” Tyr shot him a look. “Rich!”

Theron only smiled. “Takes one to know one,” he said with a shrug.

“Mmm. Sure.” He eyed his husband as he set aside his jacket, sizing up the free space available on the couch.

“Don’t move her.”

Theron quirked a brow, but carefully lowered into the empty side, nudging aside a cushion. The feline on Tyr’s lap peered at him lazily through one half-opened eye, but otherwise seemed far too content with the Commander’s ministrations to care much for his new company.

“Y’know, you can’t just keep calling her ‘cat.’ Or ‘pest.’”

“She’s grown on you?” Tyr’s smile started to widen.

“Oh, says you.”

Tyr narrowed his eyes and shook his head briefly. “I didn’t exactly plan on bringing an animal home.”

“Tyr.” Theron sighed and ran both hands over his face. “She’s been here for, what? Three weeks now?” He gestured vaguely around the room - neater stacks (and less stacks) than usual occupying the tables as they both made a conscious effort not to leave her things to knock around, a stray ball that jingled when she batted it around, the fact that the feline now had a collar-

His gaze pointedly landed back on his husband as the feline flopped fully across Tyr’s lap, stretching a paw lazily up after his hand.

“She needs a name.”

“Then I’m open to suggestions, since we’re keeping her.”

Theron rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly nonetheless. He shook his head. “I dunno. She followed you home.”

“You’re not being very helpful!” Tyr protested.

Theron raised both hands placatingly before both of them looked back to the cat. She was purring faintly as Tyr ran a hand along her back.

“You could…”

“We are not calling her ‘Commander.’ Or ‘agent.’” Tyr’s narrowed eyes made Theron frown.

“Kill the fun, why don’t you?”

Tyr shook his head again and gently poked one of the feline’s paws. She splayed her toes, batting lazily at the offending fingers.

“Mouse..?”

Theron eyed him for a moment. “Funny.”

“What?”

“For the cat?”

“What’s wrong with mouse droids?” Tyr said. “She’s inquisitive, she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. I think it’s quite fitting.” A smile started across his lips again. “Come on, it’s at least a little funny.” Theron’s stare lingered, so Tyr waved a hand. “What?! It’s not like you’ve had any better suggestions!”

“Fine, fine,” he said, waving a hand. “I can’t wait until she gets underfoot and you get to explain that one.”

“No, she won’t,” Tyr admonished. “Won’t you, girl?” Mouse closed both front paws playfully around his arm as he rubbed her chin again.

At least she was an effective little Mouse: distracting the Commander from the ever-too-long list of duties for the Alliance.

[ducklooney]

Unpopular opinion, but I kind of wish Disney would focus a little more on other characters from the classic Disney universe (Mouseverse, Duckverse, Dogverse) and not just the Sensational Six characters (Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Pluto and Goofy) plus Chip and Dale and Pete. By this I mean Scrooge, Horace, Clarabelle, Oswald, Huey, Dewey and Louie, Gyro, Ludwig, Grandma Duck, Fethry, Gus, Gladstone, Ortensia, Mad Doctor, Beagle Boys, Magica, Glomgold, Rockerduck, Sylvester Shyster, Phantom Blot, Darkwing Duck, Jose Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Aracuan Bird, April, May and June, Gosalyn, Morty and Ferdie Fieldmouse, Chief O'Hara, Detective Casey, Scuttle, Mortimer, Figaro the Cat, Max Goof, Neighbor Jones, Brigitta MacBridge and others characters.

By this I mean with regards to the latest Disney animation shows "A Whole New Sound", Hot Ones and these What If Marvel comics. Like you can't make superheroes and super villains out of these characters I mentioned?! Scrooge as Professor X, Glomgold as Magneto or Magica as Red Widow? It seems to me that Disney (I mean the American official one, not the European one for sure) ignores these characters and thinks they don't exist. Really disappointing in my opinion.

Feel free to reblog this and comment if you agree or disagree with this.

[dooodle-bug]

goofy ahh clone high on da school computure

[latibvles]

something to write about.

we are back with another one of these!! yay!! this week's prompt is recuperation — and so we're tackling willie and some post-bremen dilemmas, featuring John Brady no this isn't just an excuse for me to write them who said that? anyways im fond of them and this and I hope you are too :) me? posting at a reasonable time? unheard of.

It was almost offputting, how a phrase could change meaning in a little over 72 hours. Nothing to write home about becomes nothing you can write home about. Willie always struggled with writing letters, and Viv often teased her about how she’s the only person in the Hundredth who could struggle with making piloting sound exciting. Of course, Willie didn’t want it to sound exciting, even if she could manage that. She didn’t need Otto getting any wise ideas to end up on the fast track for enlistment. But now, there was nothing she could write home about.

Thirty people, gone, just like that. It was hard to be optimistic when there were no chutes to give some scrap of hope — and Willie hated watching June wipe Carrie’s blood from her hands almost as much as she hated watching Carrie get carried away on a stretcher, her collarbone a bloody mess haphazardly subdued with the sulfa powder and rag June held to it until she had to drop their bombs in the channel. They only knew how upset she was about the whole thing after she kicked her footlocker like it’d personally wronged her after interrogation.

If this is what it feels like being the last man standing, Willie hates it most of all.

That was three days ago, and now most of Mouse Hole’s flak holes were all patched up, and Willie’s certain that if she hopped into it right now, there would be no blood on that bombsight, no remnant of the fact that Bremen, in plain terms, had been a failure.

But that was nothing she could write home about, now was it?

She couldn’t tell home about the dead or about the hole torn through a nineteen-year-old girl. She couldn’t tell them about the flak or watching three planes go down or the engine fire. She couldn’t tell them that ten women she’d considered friends were gone, just like that — no funeral, no fanfare. She just had to live with it, like they all did, even if she still couldn’t make sense of what she’d seen and much less make sense of the fact that she’d have to witness it again.

“Willie?”

The sound of her own name catches her offguard — she wants to kick herself for the reflexive jolt her body makes at being caught offguard. But she turns her head and there’s John Brady, looking apologetic for startling her.

And that fact really makes her want to kick herself.

“Hey,” she breathes out, then inwardly cringes at her own lackluster response. Real smooth, Willie.

“Hi,” That makes it better. He walks closer still, nods, and Willie looks over the details of his face quickly. Furrowed brows and a bit of a tight lip — he’d given them that same look when they came out of interrogation. 418th. The first group grounded, huh. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Could ask you the same thing.” She counters, brows raising. This, however, makes him nod, the frown cracking a little bit. Good enough.

“I asked you first.” Willie clicks her tongue in mock surrender, then gestures to Mouse Hole — the Mickey Mouse decal grinning down at the two of them like a flak-happy lunatic — then gives him a half-shrug.

“Came to check on my house,” she explains, a statement that chips away at the rest of that tight-lipped frown and makes him smile a little bit. Much better. “Thought I’d catch Swanson out here or something. Wanted to ask a couple questions but now I guess I’m just having a staring contest with Mickey Mouse.” His brows shoot up towards his hairline and he chuckles.

“Oh yeah? Who’s winning?”

“Me, obviously. I don’t lose,” He makes a noise that she’s pretty sure, or rather, hopes, is a laugh — based on how the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, how he ducks his head down for a moment to rub the nape of his neck with a quiet muttering of ‘of course.’ Then he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket, tilts his head up to also, presumably, try his luck against the flak-happy mouse. He’s pretty bad at it though, because he glances at her again out of the corner of his eye.

“Where’s Viv?” Viv and Willie. Willie and Viv. Wherever one goes the other trails. Willie reaches up to rub at her earlobe a bit.

“Fifteen minutes behind me, probably. Or keeping the rest of them out of trouble,” Because that’s how it’s probably gonna be — she’s gonna make sure no girl walks home alone in the dark and I’m gonna sit and grumble until we make piss-poor jokes about it, just like we did over smaller things in Utah, Iowa, and Nebraska, too. “She’ll end up at the club one way or another.”

Brady nods, giving little more than an understanding ‘Ah’ and there’s a moment there where they lapse into something of a familiar quiet.

This, funnily enough, is the most normal she’s felt in days. She couldn’t really shake that restlessness that settled in after interrogation — a loud, harping feeling that she should be doing something. Which is at least half the reason that she came out here to begin with — to do something, maybe find something worth writing about on the hard-stands. I could tell them about Sandy Swanson and her crew of mechanics, or…

She looks Brady up and down for a moment. There was something assuring in knowing he didn’t seem off-put by her silence, that he was fine with sitting in it instead of prying words out of her that she couldn’t give. But words always came easier to her when she was comfortable anyway. And when it came to comfortable…

“You played well, last night,” Willie shoves her hands into her pockets. You always do. He raises a brow, his smile turning lopsided and boyish in a way Willie thinks she likes more than she reasonably so.

“You think so?”

“Well I’m no expert on the subject, but yeah,” Willie nods, affirming her own statement. “I do.”

There’s a look shared between them, and Willie feels that shyness starts to overtake her as it so often does when it comes to him. There’s the urge there, to say more: to show how much attention she pays to him when he picks up his instrument. There’s also the acute awareness that anything she says she’ll have to live with after saying it, and so she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something too bold.

It doesn’t change the fact that he’d quickly earned a soft spot with her, whether he meant to or not. Maybe that was something she could write about.

…Not the soft spot— the band. The music. She hadn’t really talked about that part much, beyond that there is a band, and there is music; jazz most nights, meant to provide them with some means of relaxation day in and out. There are words the more she thinks on it, waiting to be phrased in the right way to statiate the needs of both her worrying mother and her too-curious little brother. If there’s a few sentences in there about an unnamed saxophonist being, in her eyes, maybe a little bit better than the rest — then it’s a good thing she censors her own mail.

She reaches up to pat the body of her fort twice, takes a couple steps back and gives him a once over.

“I’m gonna head over now, I think. So I don’t make the missus wait on me,” there’s a snort there that’s so uncharacteristically Brady, and yet somehow he makes it work.

“Right, okay. I’ll walk you.”

“Think I can’t handle myself, Brady?” He clicks his tongue, turning as she walks past to keep step with her. He mutters something under his breath that she doesn’t quite catch, then continues to look at her as they walk.

“You caught me. I’m trying to keep you from dancing on tables.”

“Damn, there goes my weekend plans.”

Laughing is a shared sound, his deep chuckle overlapping with her breathy one, and she likes the combination. They lapse into that quiet again, the comfortable kind that feels normal when everything else doesn’t. Willie says nothing of the fact that their shoulders bump every now and again — if this is as much of a reprieve as she’s getting, then she’s more than happy. She’s never been a greedy type, but she could start to be if it meant there would be more of this. She steals a momentary glance at him, before committing wholly to it with a clearing of her throat as they get closer to the long rows of huts that line the path to the Officer’s Club.

“You never answered my question,” Willie points out, and Brady responds with little more than another ‘hm?’ “I asked what you were doing out there, you never answered.”

Brady’s brows raise to his hairline and he nods slowly before looking away from her, tongue poking out to run over his lips for what feels like a full minute before he looks back at her with that boyish smile of his again. There’s that brief, fleeting thought that recuperation looks less like the shine of brassy instruments and more like the warm, welcoming glint in those gray-blue eyes of his. If nothing else, he’s serving as a pretty great reminder that she is not, in fact, the last man standing.

“Heard there was a mouse running around by the hard stands, wanted to make sure she wasn’t scurrying into any of the forts and trying to take off,” The smile on his face gets a little wider with every word. Willie can’t help it — she laughs a little louder than before, shaking her head, half-disbelieving and yet surprised all the same that she couldn’t come to that conclusion on her own.

“Seriously? Did Viv put you up to that?” She asks, not upset at all, but Viv had a tendency to worry so Willie wouldn’t be especially surprised if she had.

It’s the barely there shake of his head, ‘no’ that almost knocks the wind from her lungs, and even if she doesn’t write this part down: Willie knows her mind will return to this fact often. And she won’t be able to hide her smile when it does.

[asterartalley]

"Will you be able to stop me next time?"

"Yeah, of course!"

Seperate versions:

[blackkstars]

[coredrill]

something something love can change forms and pass between people and be unrecognizable when it’s all said and done but it is never never never lost

[sangre]

heart motif......... .2 of them.

[sipsteainanxiety]

not to be dramatic but i would lay my life down for holding out (just for you), you have this habit of writing the absolute sweetest, most enthralling bakugou fics and i will never not be excited whenever you post. your writing is SO good and its even better because the reader is so well written and likeable, i can’t tell you how much i love this dragon bakugo fic. thank you for sharing your writing with us and all the effort you put into your fics, i imagine writing can be difficult but you never fail to amaze me

AWWWW NONNIE U SWEETHEART 🥹🥹🥹 im a sucker for soft bkg i admit LMFAOO he just hits so much harder than mean bkg and i KNOW he’s canonically a big marshmallow inside 😌😌 thank you for reading my fics and taking the time to send in an ask!! it means a lot to me fr! 🥹✨❤️

yeah, for reader id wanted her to be like… chill but also not afraid to stick up for herself yk? and talk back against a mfing dragon LMFAOO which i think would attract bkg in a way LOL. bc like. who the FUCK is this puny human and why is she helping me? why isn’t she running away?! poor baby is so confused lol but also kinda intrigued?? with his injuries he’s forced to spend time with her and see parts of her personality that he finds captivating. the fact that she’s so easy to talk to (or listen to in his case) just makes him more attached pfft. bc he’s someone who prefers to listen at his core.

bkg’s culture is very… mmmmmm… strong. determined. they’re dragons/dragonshifters after all, so they naturally gravitate towards ppl who are also strong and tend to see those people in a favorable light!! but there’s a difference between the strength of his kingdom’s people and the strength of someone in the human realm yk? and bkg has to deal with this difference and expectations n such. cuz like… reader isn’t as fiery or powerful as one of the warriors in the dragon kingdom. she’s softer—not a pushover but definitely not as keen to throw hands. which is what’s kinda drawing bkg in 😌

anyways yaah LMAOO thats how my train of thought runs. feel free to ask questions abt anything LOL ✨

[druidgroves]

power armor freaks georgia out for claustrophobia reasons but also bc like. that shit is so imposing & LOUD

[despairs-memorial]

While not something he often got to experience, Kazuichi absolutely loved kids. He was always the one in the neighborhood who was called when one needed watching, even at a moments notice. Even the fussiest of babies gave him little trouble, and any problems that did arise he was able to quickly solve, sometimes inexplicably. It was part of the reason why he kept his attire so bright. He'd thought numerous times about changing the color of his hair, but the kids in his neighborhood liked the bright pink so much that when it had started to fade back to it's natural black, the little boy across the street had thrown an absolute hissy fit about it. He wasn't Kazuichi without the pink, the child had screamed, and most if not all of the other kids agreed when he'd jokingly asked them about it.

Even if now he wasn't able to babysit those kids very much with him being at the school, along with near all of them being old enough to watch themselves now, every so often a teacher or fellow student would ask him to keep an eye on their child or siblings, an occurance that was coming around more and more as word of mouth traveled around about his skill with them.

Today was one of those days where a friend of his had asked if Kaz could watch their little sister, something the mechanic had jumped on without hesitation. He loved Pepper, even if the near two year old had a habit of escaping in the span of just a blink. Kazuichi had the idea right at the start to put a clip in her hair with a bell attached to it to make it a little easier to find her whenever this inevitably happened.

Following the jingle out of his room and down the hall (the fact that she had somehow gotten past the closed door something he no longer questioned with just how often it happened), Kaz was pleased to find not just Pepper, but Gundham as well, with the baby having come out of seemingly nowhere to simply stare up at the breeder with a tiny hand in her mouth.

"Hey! Awesome, you found her." Sure, Gundham hadn't been looking in the first place, but he had found her just the same. Or rather she found him, the tiny thing having discovered a fascination with all the shiny bits and bobbles to the goth's attire, along with his long flowing scarf and coat.

Jogging over to the pair, he scooped Pepper up with a grin, one that was very similar to how Gundham looked at his animals as she was settled against his side. "This is Pepper, I'm watching her for a friend. She uh, she's kind of an escape artist." An ultimate in the making, was the bitter thought, Kazuichi knowing first hand how much that could be both a blessing and a curse depending on ones talent.

Pepper herself just continues to stare, a tiny hand (the one thankfully not covered in drool) reaching out towards the breeder as she was lifted to his eye level. "Ah!" A simple, vauge sound that brought a laugh out of Kaz just the same.

"She says hi."

While Gundham wasn't the best with humans, in general, human kids were something that he had little issues with. There was something about them that put him at ease at times, but there were few people that would ever trust him watching over children. Maybe it was because of the animals that he was always with or maybe it was the way he dressed and spoke, but even if kids were utterly fascinated by him and his animals, their parents were quick to get them away from the gothic animal breeder, something he could almost understand even if it annoyed him. 

Though, right now, with the infant staring up at him, he wasn’t sure what to think. Who was supposed to be watching this one? Did they escape? Did they need something? Those and a few others were buzzing around in his mind just as Kazuichi appeared. While he didn’t know about the mechanic’s affinity for babies and kids, he did know him enough to know that this little one must have simply escaped him, the bell helping him draw such a conclusion without even needing to ask while he instead smiled softly and held a hand out to her in return, more or less asking if she wanted to be picked up, grab his hand, or whatever the little one wished to do. 

“I see… you have been made her protector for the eve, how fitting. Do you require a second pair of eyes? The all seeing eye may not be able to track one this small with ease, though I would be happy to aid you in your time of caring for her.” 

Was he asking just to be able to take care of the kid or was he asking to use this as an excuse to spend more time with Kazuichi and watch him take care of the kid? Well, it was a bit of both. There was something… kind of cute about the thought of it, and he didn’t want to miss it. 

[inmydrcams]

Saw a little wicked featurette with Elphie correcting glinda cause "pink goes /well/ with green" and guess its easy to turn a musical into two movies if you're adding a bunch of superfluous dialogue that does nothing but break the rhythm of the movie

[safesthavens]

@stubborngods asked: “[ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavor of what they ate or drank on their lips ( pick someone i have no braincells left )”

Decided on: Dorian and Artemis

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Dorian was a snacker - she always had been. There was always something in her hand, even if she wasn’t actively eating it. Today it was a large bag of Candy she was whittling away at. No matter how much she ate - and it was a lot - she never seemed to get sick or even tired of the sweets. In fact, she’s hum softly every time she popped one in her mouth. She must have been a little too enthusiastic about it, because as she popped the newest piece in her mouth, her friend (and super secret mega crush) Artemis leaned over with that smile they always had and asked for some to enjoy themself. Dorian’s only thought was that she would do anything to keep Artemis smiling… so she agreed. And when Artemis ignored the candy Dorian held out and smacked a kiss on her lips instead-

A real kiss. Not a peck or something sweet. There was tongue. Dorian had never even been kissed normally before, by anyone, let alone the person she’d been hopelessly pining for ages now. But this kiss lingered, and Dorian had time to shut down and restart again, her hands almost wrapping into Art’s hair-

And then it was over. Dorian blinked. Once. Twice. She was reeling. And then she recognized Art’s casual expression as they weighed the flavor of the candy. Dorian’s face went a deep red and they tried not to strangle the infuriating cat in front of them. “What was that?”

[latibvles]

i cant believe i didn’t ask this sooner but what do you think the dynamics would be like between the mouse hole girls and daisy?

I feel like that one clip of Stitch maniacally laughing on top of a hill over this ask, anon. THIS IS A FUN ONE!!! THIS IS A V E R Y FUN ONE !! I'll go down the list for this one. more beneath the cut!! this would be in some... AU where Daisy works at the hospital at Thorpe Abbotts, I imagine, which funnily enough I have written before, so everyone thank Merc for that one :)

VIVIAN: Okay so I feel like this one is complicated because most of Vivian's relationships are just that: complicated. Little Miss "Keeps People At Arms Length Because She Was Raised To Believe She's Innately Broken" meets Little Miss "I Slapped My Father Before I Marched Off To War." Viv is notoriously bad at letting herself be taken care of while she meanwhile takes care of everyone else. Daisy looks at people like this and goes "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED." I think it'd take them a while before they could call each other friends but there's definitely a deep level of respect there.

WILLIE: I think that it's just a smidgen easier for them because Willie isn't as guarded as Viv is — she's just quiet. But when Willie is wounded after the second Bremen raid, in that recovery period? Daisy's a big help physically and emotionally (everyone but one member of Willie's crew flew Munster, mind you, and Willie has to cope with losing eight of her friends — her crew). This is also like... right on the cusp of Daisy losing her brother. But there's something about a nurse who goes above and beyond for the people in her care and Daisy's always been that. They'd have a very quiet understanding of one another after suffering tragedies.

INEZ: Girls who are both too humble to function (at first) keep giving each other compliments. That's the energy from them. Inez honestly probably reminds Daisy of Patty in a lot of ways and in that way Daisy's pretty... patient? With her? Inez isn't getting hurt too often so I don't think that she's a frequent visitor of the hospital but when Daisy's poking around the interrogation hut like Smokey's little shadow she does check in. Inez feels relief knowing they're all in good hands.

FERN: Lest we forget that Daisy is bisexual and Fern loves to flirt — you are flustering her, Miss Carmine. Truly. Not a frequent visitor of the hospital, more often seeing Daisy at the Officer's Club. Likes to get in on the Nurse gossip especially about the pilots and Daisy finds it a little amusing. I wouldn't put it past Fern to try and set Daisy up on a date of some kind, either, or at least try to gauge how Daisy feels about.... certain members of the 100th [ *loud screaming from Ron, distantly* ].

LENA: My god, the Banter. Like I said before in the Andy & Lena headcanons Lena is... not a shy individual. And she is more than happy to sing Daisy's praises. Throw the arm around her shoulders at the Officer's Club and remind everyone that they'd crash and burn without her. Also calls Daisy "gorgeous" sometimes to tease. Big appreciator, they're two team players and Lena is someone who is determined to make sure those who deserve it get their flowers.

CARRIE: Baby deer :( And also was severely wounded during the first raid on Bremen — Daisy is there for her in every way that matters during that recovery period. Changing bandages, sitting at her bedside, and when her cremates (most often Harrie) come to see her Daisy will be the last person to kick them out. Daisy knows in a way a lot of people may not get, how it feels to be a soft-hearted person and trying to find yourself and find your voice. She has a big soft spot for Carrie.

LORRAINE: Ah, you remind me of my stateside childhood best friend / sort-of-ex-situationship! No but genuinely I think it's harder for Daisy to get a... feel for Lorraine, as it tends to be because Lorraine keeps people at a distance and isn't especially souped to get all buddy-buddy with people. But there is a respect there — for what Daisy does, for how she takes care of people. Lorraine will voice her thanks but she's not especially loud like Lena is.

JOSEPHINE: Boston girls!!! Girls who mother-hen their friends!!! Good God these two would unironically be best friends because they just have so much in common it's kind of funny. Of course, Josie is the middle of five children and is still actively breaking from her mold, whereas Daisy's parents were extremely supportive of her wanting to go to college and have some independence. But still, the ties that bind etc. They talk often, and have 100% made plans to meet up when they're stateside.

HARRIET: Whereas Lena is all banter and teasing about it — I think Daisy looks at Harrie and sees like... pure sunshine, which is what she is for quite some time. Harrie is the type to hug Daisy after a simple patch-up, and Harrie 100% calls Daisy "Doc" which makes her laugh, because Smokey is the doctor. She's very endeared by the praises even when it flusters her. Daisy has also been dragged onto the dance floor by Miss Harriet

JUNE: Dog that bites meet girl offering you the lunch meat in her sandwich. They have a unique relationship because June gets into the most fights out of all the girls — requiring patch-ups, requiring someone (Viv, or Benny, or another officer) waking her up because they know that Daisy isn't in the business of getting people written up. It's love and hate almost because June doesn't know if she could ever be soft like that; maybe there's a little envy there. But Daisy has never once scolded or shamed June for the situations she gets herself into. She's patient and can handle June's sour attitude so long as June lives to dish it to her

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WARNING NOT MY BEST ART!

Yoko and the Grasshopper mouse

Adiane : You can´t Defeat Me Foolish human im way more powerful then you can ever be and you just got.

"Yoko Littner Reveals She found a Grasshopper mouse"

Yoko Littner : Hey i found this Grasshopper mouse today, ain´t he Cute.

Grasshopper mouse : GRRRR

Adiane : OH MY FUCKING GOD YOKO! KEEP THAT LITTLE THING AWAY FROM ME, THAT´S A GRASSHOPPER MOUSE, I KNOW THE LITTLE DEMON WHEN I SEE IT, I SEE THEM IN MY NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AHHHH

"Adiane runs off in Fear"

Yoko Littner : oh yeah i almost forgot grass hopper mice eat Scorpions