#detective teddy greene

[coolsomejet]

On this day in 2016, the Ready Jet Go! episode "Jet's First Halloween" premiered. The characters' choices of costumes were very interesting

Mitchell dressed up as Sherlock Holmes, "the greatest detective of all." Mitchell is a kid detective (or at least he tries to be), so it makes sense that he looks up to Sherlock Holmes and dresses as him for Halloween.

And Cody is Watson. This represents how Mitchell wants Cody to act more like his detective assistant, however, Cody would rather laze about than help Mitchell with his detective work.

Sydney being Commander Cressida for Halloween is pretty much a given, since she is a big fan of Commander Cressida comics.

Mindy dresses as her teddy bear, Stuffy Bear, who has been seen in a few episodes such as "Solar Power Rover," "Jet's Time Machine," "Mindy Turns Five," "Sean's Robotic Arm," and some others I may be forgetting. This adds to her overall bear motif - Mindy already regularly wears a bear hat, and when she finally gets to go to space, her helmet has bear ears on it.

Sunspot is dressed as a doctor, and I never understood why. Thinking about it more, it could represent how Sunspot cares for his friends, like doctors care for their patients? We saw that flashback in Space Camp, where Sunspot wrapped Jet in bandages after skinning his knee.

It could also be ironic - we all know that eating too much candy isn't good for you, and doctors all want us to be healthy. But Sunspot is dressed as a doctor on a holiday where people eat candy.

Jet, who we all know is a human-like alien, dresses up as a stereotypical green alien, which he thought was a giant cucumber costume. This highlights Jet's quirkiness, and since later on in the episode, he calls himself Cucumber, this adds to the vegetable theme naming that the rest of the Propulsion family follows. This alien costume also allows him to get away with saying he's from another planet.

And finally, Sean as his idol, Neil Armstrong. Much like Sydney, it makes sense that Sean would dress up as someone he idolizes. The staging in this particular shot is very purposeful; we all know that Neil Armstrong was the first person to walk on the moon, so having a giant moon in the sky in this scene is perfect.

[brokecorviknight]

Hatchetfield Pokémon AU - Partner List:

Main Characters:

TGWDLM:

Paul Matthews - Exploud

Emma Perkins - Porygon

BF:

Tom Houston - Donphan

Becky Barnes - Comfey

Lex Foster - Zigzagoon (Cressellia is also here)

Hannah Foster - Mew

NPMD:

Pete Spankoffski - Stoutland

Steph Lauter - Luxray

Grace Chasity - Hatterene

Max Jägerman - Passimian

LIB:

Wiggly (Wiggog Y’rath) / Wendell (Dark/Psychic)

Nibbly (Nibblenephim) / Nicky (Dark/Psychic)

Pokey (Pokotho) / Porter (Dark/Psychic)

Blinky (Bliklotep) / Blaine (Dark/Psychic)

Tinky (T’noy Karaxis) / Theo (Theodore) (Dark/Psychic)

Webby (Queen in White) / Wendy (Psychic/Dark)

Important Characters:

TGWDLM:

Ted Spankoffski - Volcarona

Bill Woodward - Leavanny

Alice Woodward - Skitty

Prof. Henry Hidgens - Liligant

Gen. John MacNamara - Genesect

BF:

Ethan Greene - Cyclizar

Linda Monroe - Vespiqueen

Tim Houston - Cubone

NPMD:

Richie Lipschitz - Gallade

Ruth Fleming - Sprigatito

Solomon Lauter - Honchkrow

Detective Shapiro - Pikachu

NT:

Henry (Fake Prof. Henry Hidgens) - Mimikyu

Lucy Stockworth - Gholdengo

Wooly-Foot - Galrian Darmanitan

Konk (Ted Spankoffski) - Darmanitan

Pryce Perkins (Paul Matthews 23) - Ditto

Emilia Matthews (Emma Perkins Android) - MissingNo

Time Bastard / Homeless Man (Ted Spankoffski) - Iron Moth and Slither Wing

Jane Houston (Perkins) - Revaroom

Miss Holloway - Hypno

Duke Keane - Snorlax

Gerald Monroe - Vivallon

Perky (Emma Perkins) - Aribolva

Ziggy - Shiftry

Jeri - Nidoqueen

Jerry - Nidoking

Lumber Axe (Lil’ Jerry) - Witchwood Haxorus

Shelia Young - Froslass

Rose - Toxtricity

Melissa - Meowstick (Female)

Puss - Espeon

Named Characters:

TGWDLM:

Greenpeace girl / Harmony Jones - Shaymin

Ken Davidson - Grumpig

Charlotte Sweetly - Oinkalogne

Sam Sweetly - Braviary

Nora - Minccino

Zoey Chambers - Alcreamie

Deb - Liepard

BF:

Frank Pricely - Sableye

Sherman Young - Salazzle

Gary Goldstein - Meowth

Uncle Wiley / Wilbur Cross - Tentacruel

Man in a Hurry / Barry Swift - Yanmega

Dude with Peanut - Pachirisu (Peanut)

Xander Lee - Empoleon

President - Unfezant (Male)

NPMD:

Mark Chasity - Flapple

Karen Chasity - Appletun

Off. Bailey - Skarmory

Kyle - Chesnaught

Brenda - Oricorio (Electric)

Jason - Bastiodon

Caitlyn - Altaria

Ms. Mulberry- Audino

Ms. Tessburger - Corsola

Rudolph - Sawsbuck

Brook - Finneon

Trevor Lipschitz - Magcargo

NT:

Allison - Lanturn

Madame Iris - Reuniclus

Craig - Tropius

Barker - Coalossal

Rupert - Gigalith

Jonathan Brisby - Tyrantrum

Sylvia - Floatzel

Andy / Executive Kilgore - Aggron

Jenny - Milotic

Dan Reynolds - Karrablast

Donna Daggit - Shelmet

Tony Greene - Klingklang

Jacqueline Frost - Glaceon

Pamala Foster - Komala

Roman Murray - Morpeko

River Monroe - Combee (Male) or Teddyursa

Trent Monroe - Venomoth

Seaton Monroe - Ninjask

Jordan Monroe - Shuckle

Malone - Octillery

Hailey - Skuntank

Zach Chambers - Gogoat

Liz - Beartic

Judith - Butterfree

Martha - Clawitzer

Mary - Bibarel

Mima Chambers - Drampa

Bob Metzger - Witchwood Aegislash

Carl Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Larz Metzger - Witchwood Doublade

Louie Metzger - Witchwood Honedge

Mary - Medichan

Noah - Furret

Gabe - Sudowoodo

Marco - Copperajah

Kale - Chatot

Thrash - Noivern

Skud - Rillaboom

Courtney - Zebstrika

Russ - Scovillain

Beth - Centiskorch

Eddie Chiplucky - Krookodile

Stopwatch / Daniel - Phantump

Spitfire / Sophia - Blaziken

Charles - Type: Null

Bruno - Pangoro

Otho - Flamigo

Freddie Biggs - Corviknight

Mina - Pyroar (Female)

Chrissy - Alolan Persian

Aubrey - Purugly

Teddy Bear - Mabosstiff

Jerrie - Golurk

Different Actors:

Hot Chocolate Boy (Peter Spankoffski) (TGWDLM) - Polteageist

Pete Spankoffski (AC) - Aromatisse

Prof. Henry Hidgens (HQ) - Jigglypuff

Prof. Henry Hidgens (WB) - Spinda

Max Jägerman (TGWDLM) - Cinderace

Ethan Greene (YJ) - Goodra

(I’ve been working on this for a few weeks. I thought it would be fun to share. Hope you all enjoy it)

[melodiousmonsters]

Some Incisaur stuff. This isn’t the full monstiary page for it, just some colored sketches so there’s less solid diagrams to go with them as I was just drawing Incisaurs for fun. But you guys still get some biology facts about them.

I imagined that they’re amphibious monsters that are surprisingly good at moving both in and out of water, and they have a taste for fish. They are mainly based off of pythons and crocodilians biology-wise with anatomical inspiration from green iguanas and leopard geckos along with the previously mentioned animals.

To be able to see in the water their pupils can expand so much that the iris is no longer visible so they can take in as much light as physically possible while underwater like seals or sea lions. It looks quite funny as their usually piercing golden eyes take on a more googly appearance which make it look, like, something.I don’t know they’re still quite intimidating to me with those pitch-black eyes and the toothy grin I’m not entirely sure what it does to their appearance but it’s surely something.

Like pythons, the little grooves on their upper “lip” are infrared sensors that allow for Incisaurs to see heat which helps during hunts, both in and out of water. It also assists in detecting potential threats as cold island is one of the few locations in the monster world where there are critters that are capable of eating full grown monsters in the form of polar bears. I don’t have a recent/good drawing of them, but just imagine a very large and more anatomically correct version of the polar teddy bear from dof and you probably got most of it. In an attempt to ward off these potential predators, Incisaurs developed a striking blue tip to their tongues in a similar fashion to blue tongued skinks. Unfortunately for them, the blue color is only shocking if the rest of you isn’t already covered in blue spots so it’s actually quite a poor defense mechanism. Luckily they are smart enough to not get eaten and the blue tongues stayed as a useless but rather cool looking trait.

You may notice that their teeth are just hanging out of their mouths. In real life their teeth would get very damaged by exposure to the elements and dryness of the outside world. To deal with that the excessive drooling Incisaurs exhibit keeps their teeth moist and healthy, along with them being constantly replaced every few months. Their teeth are also a lot less wobbly than they are in cannon, they can bite down on things like this baby one holding a fish in its mouth.

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 53. accident.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Bucky]

The sound of the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night rouses me from my usual restless slumber. Grunting as I twist from my side to my back on my mattress, I stare at the ceiling as my mind takes several moments to adjust to being awake again. Who the hell could that be? I think to myself, my heart beginning to pound lightly in my chest as anxiety builds in my throat. I don't know who would come knocking at an hour like this, but given my past, I'm heavily inclined to be skeptical.

Forcing myself up to a sitting position, I glance over at the red numbers of my alarm clock glowing faintly in the dark. 2:49am. What on earth?

Dragging myself out of bed, I switch on my bedside lamp, fumbling around on the ground to find an overshirt and throwing it on over my pajamas before walking slowly out of the room. I make my way up to the front of the apartment slowly, putting on as few lights as possible for myself in an attempt to minimize the amount that can be detected from outside. By the time I reach the front door, my whole body is shaking. Cursing the fact that I have no peephole or window to see out easily, I clear my throat, asking firmly through the thick wood, "Who's there?"

Almost too quiet to detect, a muffled voice responds, "Bucky? I-it's Willa. C-can I-... c-can you-... sorry, sorry for b-bothering you." Realizing who it is, my entire body relaxes as I let out a sigh of relief. I immediately undo the locks and open up the door to find the poor thing shivering out in nothing but her light blue teddy bear pajama shirt and undies, carrying a mess of bedsheets at her feet. Her cheeks are bright red and stained with tears, her big green eyes glancing up shamefully towards me.

"Willa- hi," I murmur, a bit stumped by her appearance. "Hi sweetheart, are you alright? What're you doing up so late, hmm?" I ask, ushering her in the door. Closing it behind her and kneeling down to her level, I look over her once more. Noticing that her underwear are soaked through, with her matching pajama pants balled up along with the mess of sheets, the dots start connecting in my head; she probably had an accident in her sleep. I still don't know, though, how or why she ended up at my door.

"'m sorry. D-did I wake you up? 'm so sorry," she mumbles, her head hanging lamely as she sniffles.

"It's okay, bunny. Don't worry about it," I tell her gently, unsure of what to do or say. "Are you okay, sweetie? What're you doing here? Does Steve know where you are?" At the man's name, the girl flinches slightly, shaking her head.

"'m sorry. Tried t-to do it by m'self but c-couldn't reach," she rambles as a few more tears make their way down her flushed cheeks. "Please don't tell D-Daddy. He'll be s-so mad."

"What do you mean, doll? Couldn't reach what?" I ask, leaning my face in a bit closer and raising my brow sympathetically at her.

Keeping her gaze on the floor, she whimpers, "Th-the machine, to wash m-my sheets. W-wet them... while I was s-sleeping. H-had a nigh'mare. Don't beat me, please. Please don't." More tears drip down her nose and onto the floor as she quivers, my heart breaking at her pleas.

"No sweetie, I won't beat you. You're alright, doll," I soothe warmly, reaching out to rub her back lightly. Jumping, she sniffles as she eyes my arm warily, clearly not trusting my gentle touch. "It's okay to have accidents, Willa. No one's gonna hurt you for it; I certainly won't. You need help cleaning up your sheets?" I ask. She nods defeatedly. "Okay. We can wash them in my machine, okay? Your pajama pants, too, and your undies. And we can get you cleaned up too, kiddo. How does that sound?" I offer.

"Y-yes please," she agrees quietly. Giving her a smile, I carefully take the contents of her hands from her.

"Alright missy, follow me," I tell her as I rise to my feet, walking back through the apartment to the washer and dryer, which are tucked in a closet by the bathroom. Willa trails behind me silently with her head still lowered, a stray tear still making its way down her face every once and a while.

Opening up the folding closet doors, I load what the child gave me into the top machine before crouching down again at her height, asking softly, "Could I get you a big t-shirt to wear while we wash your clothes? That way you can still keep covered up," I offer, not wanting to ask her to give up the underwear until she has something else to cover herself with. Receiving a nod, I stand again, going into one of the baskets of clean clothes I've yet to put away from my last cycle that sits in the closet beside the stacked machines.

"Here, how about this," I try, pulling out an old maroon shirt that seems like it'll fit her somewhat like a dress. She nods as I hand it to her, suggesting, "How about I cover my eyes and turn around while you get changed. Is that okay?" I ask carefully, not wanting to cross the little girl's boundaries. She nods warily as I give her a comforting smile, covering my eyes as promised with both of my hands and turning around.

I can hear quite shuffling as the child gets changed. After a few moments, she tells me, "'m done."

"Okay bug," I hum as I turn back around and uncover my eyes, taking her soiled clothes off the ground and loading them with the rest in the machine. Measuring out some detergent and popping it in the washer as well, I hit the button to start the cycle, the cheery chimes of the machine sounding as the water begins whirring inside. Turning back to the little girl, I crouch down again to her height, my heart aching as she winces slightly. "If you want, you can use my bathtub to get cleaned up. I don't have baby wipes, but I can give you a washcloth and some soap and you can use the tub's faucet. Does that sound alright?" She nods silently as her wide eyes gaze into mine, seeming relieved that she'll be allowed to do it on her own.

"Alright bunny, this way," I tell her as I rise back up to a standing position, guiding her over and into the bathroom. Switching the light on, I make my way over to the tub and get the water running, making sure it's a comfortable temperature for her before stepping back over to the cabinet under the sink and pulling her out a clean washcloth. Willa stands sheepishly in the doorway, watching my every move as I prepare the things for her, grabbing a big fluffy towel and setting it down right outside the tub. "Here's the soap I have; it's some really nice hand-made stuff I got at the market," I tell her as I place the bar down on the edge of the tub along with the cloth. "Okay sweetheart, how about I go back out into the living room and let you get cleaned up, and you can come join me when you're done," I propose.

"N-no beating?" she mumbles quietly, still frightened that she might be punished for her mistake.

"No babydoll, no beating," I promise her. "You did a good job, coming and asking for help," I add, remembering something Steve had told me about her therapy and exposure work. While it would've made a lot more sense for her to seek out Steve instead of me, the fact that she asked anyone at all is progress. "Willa, can I ask you a question?" I ask slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her or make her fears escalate. Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. "Honey, why didn't-... why didn't you ask Steve?" I question softly. "If you're worried that I might beat you, too, then... what difference did it make?"

Her gaze falls to the floor as she trembles in the doorway, swallowing hard before revealing her answer. "D-don't... don't want Daddy to beat m-me," she whispers. "P-pounded that guy's face in... h-he could hurt me really b-bad." My heart breaks at her revelations, but they make sense, so I nod. She does have a point. While I was mutilated to be a super soldier like Steve, it's no secret that he's the stronger of the two of us. If Willa's train of thought was that either way she would be beaten, and she was just trying to avoid as much damage as possible, her choice makes sense.

"Little dove," I breathe sadly, not even sure where to begin. "Sweetie, Steve would never hurt you; he'd never beat you. He loves you so much, so, so much, and he'd never do something like that," I tell her, but I know that her worries are deeply engraved in her brain, and that it'll take a lot more time and experience than just simple words to put them at ease. "Everyone has accidents, honey. Everyone does when they're little, especially when they've gone through as many scary things as you have," I reason. "Steve knows that; he would never be angry with you for it. He'd do the same thing I'm doing, help you clean up and wash the sheets. That's all," I coo, wishing I could prove it to her. "Bunny, you're always welcome to come to me for help. I'll always do my best to help you. But Steve wants to help you too, Willa. That's what he's there for; that's what Daddy's are for."

Willa sniffles and I sigh, deciding that at this point it's probably wisest to just let the poor thing get clean before pursuing any further discussion on the matter. "Here, I'll let you wash up," I tell her as I step past her out into the hallway, closing the door over behind me before heading back out into the living room.

As I continue to listen to the water run faintly from the bathroom, I pull my phone out from my pocket, unlocking it and pulling up Steve's contact. As much as I hate going against Willa's wishes, I think the smartest thing to do would be to have him come down here and address the situation as soon as possible. Besides, I don't want him to wake up and find her missing; that would scare the shit out of him. Letting out a deep sigh, I hit his number, a call popping up and ringing only a few times before there's an answer.

"Buck?" Steve's sleepy voice calls.

"Hey pal," I greet lowly, taking a seat on the couch. "You're probably gonna wanna throw on some shoes and come down here."

[Steve]

"She what?" I exclaim as I throw on a sweatshirt, making my way quickly through the apartment to the front door to slip on my shoes.

"Yeah, she showed up in nothing but her pajama shirt and underwear, carrying all her sheets at her feet. Said she had a bad dream," he explains.

"Oh god," I breathe, brushing my hair back anxiously as I make my way out the front door, being sure to lock it behind me. "I'm so sorry, Buck. I had no idea she would do something like this. I should've guessed something might-"

"No, no, it's okay, Steve," he tells me quickly. "Really, it's no trouble. I'm glad she felt safe enough to come to me about it. It's good that she came to someone, anyone."

"You said she was begging not to be beaten?" I repeat what he had said, making my way across the porch to the stairs.

"Yeah. She's still pretty worried that she's going to be punished for stuff like this. I told her that neither of us would ever do that, of course, but it's just gonna take time," he replies.

"Yeah- we're working on it with her therapist, but I think you're right," I agree as I make my way down to Bucky's apartment. "I'm outside," I let him know.

The front door to the home opens up before me, and I switch my phone off, shoving it in my pocket as my friend lets me in. Closing the door behind me, he offers me a sad smile. "Hey, punk," he mutters, patting me lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, thanks again for everything," I say sincerely, still feeling incredibly guilty for all the trouble he's gone through for the little girl.

"No problem, pal," he waves it off as I step into the apartment, hearing water running back from what I'm guessing is the bathroom. "She's getting herself cleaned off right now. I have her sheets and clothes in the washer, and she's got a big t-shirt of mine to wear in the meantime."

"Okay. Thanks Buck," I thank him again. "Does she know you called me?"

"Uhh... no," he admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "She begged me not to tell you, but I figured it would be better for you to come and get the situation addressed." I nod, thankful for his decision. Hearing the water shutting off, Buck looks behind him before turning back to me, suggesting, "Maybe we should meet her at the bathroom, so she doesn't try to run back through the house or anything."

"Sounds good to me," I agree, doing my best to mentally prepare myself for whatever kind of reaction the little girl might have to my arrival.

"I'm gonna let her know you're here, and then I'll let you take over," he decides as he leads me back to the closed bathroom door. The light from inside peeks out from under the wood as faint shuffling can be heard from the other side. "I don't wanna overwhelm her with both of us in a small space like that, so I'll just let you handle it," he tells me, earning a nod.

Turning and knocking gently against the door, Bucky calls, "Hey Willa? You doin' okay in there?"

"A-a'most done," she calls back, the shakiness of her voice causing my heart to break. The whole situation in general is incredibly saddening. While I think Bucky is right in that it's an improvement for her to have sought out any help at all, it still makes me feel unbelievably guilty that she's so scared of me, apparently even more scared than she is of Buck. "O-okay," she says.

"Alright," Bucky says opening up the door slightly. From where I'm standing, I can't quite be seen yet by the child. "Sweetheart, while you were getting cleaned up, I had to call Steve and let him know what was going on," he tells her slowly. Though I can't see her, I can just picture her beginning to dissolve into a mess of anxiety. Soft whimpers can be heard from inside the room, making my heart tighten in my chest. "Shhh bunny. it's okay. He's not angry, not at all. He's just happy you're here and safe," he murmurs soothingly, stepping aside and motioning for me to join him.

Taking a deep breath, I shift over into the doorway; the sight before me breaks my heart. Willa stands trembling on the bath mat in one of Bucky's old t-shirts, her eyes overflowing with tears as a look of pure terror and betrayal makes its way onto her face. She flinches back at the sight of me, bumping up against the wall behind her and letting out a frightened sound as she realizes she's trapped. "I'll let you two have some time alone," Bucky sighs as he steps away, heading back into one of the rooms at the back of the apartment and closing the door.

"Willa-bug," I coo, keeping my voice as soft and low as possible. The poor child's knees begin to wobble underneath her as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling in fear. Stepping a bit inside the bathroom, I bend my knees in hopes of coming off as unintimidating as I can, though my efforts seem to do little in helping the girl relax. "Hey sweetheart- it's okay, Willa. You're not in trouble. I'm not here to hurt you," I tell her softly.

The little girl's chest rises and falls erratically as tears continue pouring down her cheeks, a soft whimper rising in her throat before she opens her mouth, barely able to make any sound at all. "P-... p-p-..." she tries, her eyes widening in fear as she struggles to speak. "P-please," she finally manages, adding, "'m sorry, 'm so s-sorry. Didn't m-mean to. D-don't beat me, please don't beat me."

"Willa, Willa, shhh," I soothe, inching myself a tiny bit closer to her as she shakes feverishly against the wall. "Shhh, sweetheart- I'm not gonna beat you, doll. No beating," I tell her reassuringly as I bend down onto my knees before her, causing her to jump again. "I know you didn't mean to, sweetie. I know. It's okay, doll. You're not in trouble. Bucky said you had a nightmare?"

She nods, swallowing down her sobs as I soften my expression for her, murmuring, "Oh honey, that's alright. You couldn't help it that you had a scary dream." The look in her eyes tells me that she's skeptical of my words, but I continue, "It's okay, accidents happen. You're still little, sweetie. No one's mad at you. And you did a good job, you asked someone for help. That was really brave of you, darlin'. I'm so proud of you."

Willa's eyes widen at my words, and she asks, "P-p'oud of me?"

Despite her confusion, I just nod, explaining, "Yeah baby, you were really scared, but you came to Bucky for help anyway. You didn't do it all by yourself. That was good, Willa. You did such a good job." The child blinks, still appearing perplexed at my words. "Next time, it would be good if you could come to me," I add. "I know you were scared that you were going to be beaten, and that you would rather be hurt by Bucky than me. But no one's gonna beat you here, Willa. Never. I'll never hurt you or punish you, no matter what you do."

Willa's eyes gaze warily into mine and I open up my arms for her, earning a soft flinch. "Here sweetheart, you want a hug?" I offer, wanting nothing more than to wrap her up safely in my embrace. A pitiful look of longing forms on her face as she takes in my position, letting out a quiet whine of want. "It's okay doll, Daddy won't hurt you. Just wanna hold you."

And to my surprise, despite all the fear lingering in her big green eyes, Willa slowly steps forward, her face tucking itself away into my chest as I wrap her up softly and lift her off the floor. Carefully, I rise to a standing position, holding her safely against me as her tears begin to soak through my sweatshirt. "Hey- shhh," I soothe, rubbing her back tenderly as I sway her gently from side to side. "You're okay, Willa-bug. I've got you, it's okay."

"N-no beating, please no beating," she begs quietly.

"No beating," I repeat back to her, "no beating, baby. Just soft. Just safe." For several minutes, the little girl continues to cry silently into the damp fabric of my sweatshirt as I keep rocking her, offering quiet shushes every now and then in hopes of soothing her fears. Eventually, her breaths start to even out, and it occurs to me that she must be exhausted after all the night's events.

"You tired, sweetheart?" I ask, stroking down her hair gently as she shifts weakly against me, her head completely limp on my chest. She nods silently and I stroke her hair again, telling her, "That's okay, honey. It's pretty late, and you've had quite the night. I'm gonna thank Buck again and let him know we'll come get the sheets in the morning, but you can close your eyes if you want to, okay? I'll hold onto you," I soothe.

"H-have to sleep in th-the cold?" she whimpers, catching me slightly off guard.

"In the cold? What do you mean, baby?" I ask as I head out of the bathroom, shutting off the light behind me.

"N-no sheets, n-no blankies," she pouts.

"Oh," I say with a slight chuckle, now understanding. "No baby, of course not. You can sleep with me in my bed. How does that sound?"

"Daddy's bed," she hums lovingly, her thumb having made its way up into her little mouth. "Big. Lots'a blankies"

"That's right," I agree, "big bed, soo many blankies, baby. Plenty of room for both of us. And that way, if you have another scary dream, Daddy'll be right there to make it all better," I add.

"All better," she mumbles sleepily into her thumb, her eyelids fluttering as they fall shut.

"All better, sweetheart," I coo, rubbing her back lovingly as she falls asleep right in my arms.

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[snarrybang]

Aphorism Apothecary

Bonus fic for everyone, by @ac1d6urn

Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Blaise Zabini, Jamie Potter, Molly Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Mr Mulpepper the Apothecary (Harry Potter)

Additional Tags: Detectives, Knockturn Alley (Harry Potter), Murder Mystery, Trans Female Character, Happy Ending, Romance, Post-War, Auror Harry Potter, Detective Harry Potter, Romantic Comedy, Apothecary Owner Severus Snape, Bechdel Test Pass, Severus Snape Lives, Severus Snape-centric, Severus Snape Has a Heart, POV Harry Potter, POV Severus Snape, POV Blaise Zabini, POV Molly Weasley

Words: 25,492

Summary: In pursuit of a murder suspect, the Ministry's most famous Auror and soon-to-be detective, Harry Potter, finds more than he bargained for—especially when a mysterious Knockturn Alley apothecary, owned by a grumpy proprietor, finally allows him inside. Has Severus Snape turned to a life of crime, and why is Harry's daughter involved? And who is the lewd prankster making Harry's life even more difficult? Harry wouldn't be a decent detective if he didn't figure it all out, would he?

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Severus scrutinizes Harry, who is face to face with Severus’ patronus, a silver doe with bright green eyes swooping in with the magic whirlwind resembling a winter blizzard. Both Harry and the doe are mesmerised with one another. The tip of Harry’s index finger is over the tip of Severus’ wand. Harry is holding up lily of the valley blossoms below the doe’s chin. Harry’s cravat is green with white decorations to match the flowers. Severus’ expression is stern and attentive. Behind him, bats descend from the top of the drawing. A tree stretches its branches behind Harry. They are enveloped in sunrise pinks and blues of the sky. A full moon hovers between Severus and Harry’s figures, with a solitary shadowed spec of a bat against its yellow glow.

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Above and Beyond Chapter 3: NASA

Teddy Sanders sat rigid, his mind still processing the discovery made by the Ares crew. Mitch Henderson, Annie Montrose, and Vincent Kapoor were with him in his office.

"We've got a situation," Teddy said gravely. "The Ares crew has discovered what appears to be...an alien child."

Shocked silence. Coffee sloshed onto Mitch's shoes from the mug he was sipping. 

 Annie broke the silence, her voice tinged with incredulity. "Is this some joke? Are we being pranked?"

Teddy shook his head. "They swear it's real. Kapoor, your thoughts?"

Kapoor stroked his beard. "The statistical probability of encountering alien life is infinitesimal. And yet..."

"Apparently higher than we thought," Teddy responded dryly, watching each grapple with the revelation's weight. He knew NASA had hypothetical protocols for extraterrestrial contact, but nothing so specific, nothing for this.

"It looks human," Teddy said. "Identical in most ways, except for some key differences; it's got glowing skin, eyes, and green blood."

Mitch gulped his coffee. "Have them keep studying the thing. We'll figure out what to do once it's back on Earth."

Vincent Kapoor cleared his throat. "The resemblance to humans is...striking. Statistically improbable, as I said. Makes one wonder..."

He trailed off, but Teddy picked up the thread. "Wonder if it's some kind of experiment. Engineered to look like us. A trap."

"One would think they'd do a better job making it look like a human if that was the case." Mitch pipped up. "Maybe something bigger is messing with both races if we follow that line of thought." 

Teddy shook his head. "Either way, finding a lone child lightyears away from any hospitable planet defies logic. We have to consider this may be bait for something larger."

"It does beg the question of how he got to Mars; our satellites have not detected any crash or ship in orbit or on the surface. Granted, we could have missed something, or it could be that our guests have better technology that allows them to hide." Kapoor added. 

Teddy stood abruptly. "Another reason why we need to keep this quiet. Once word gets out, we lose control. I won't have chaos over this...thing. We have more questions than answers."

Annie threw up her hands. "We can't just hide an alien child like some dirty secret." Annie Montrose leaned forward, her hands pressed flat against the gleaming surface of the conference table.  "Teddy, with all due respect," she began, her voice measured but carrying a bite that demanded attention. We shouldn't keep this secret for too long; the backlash would be bad."

  "Backlash? What about panic and people's worldviews and beliefs being turned around? The public can't know... not yet," Teddy shot back. 

The gruff voice of Mitch Henderson cut through the rising tide of disquiet. "Regardless of the debate on transparency," he said, standing up, his presence dominating the small space. The Ares crew has a job to do. They're scientists and explorers—they can handle this. They should continue treating the child, assess its health and viability... and hell, even consider the possibility of bringing it back to Earth."

"Bringing an extraterrestrial being back to Earth?" Teddy raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched onto his features even as he considered Mitch's suggestion. "The risks involved with such a decision are..."

"Are worth it if that thing can teach us about what else is out there," Mitch interjected firmly, his confidence unwavering. "We adapt, we overcome. That's what we do—that's what NASA does. And right now, that little guy out there might need us more than we need another soil sample."

Annie nodded in agreement, pleased with Mitch's stance. 

"Let's not forget," she added, "that how we handle this will set a precedent for any future encounters of this kind. The world is watching, even if they don't know it yet. And while I still think the people deserve to know, I understand the high risk of hysteria." 

"Exactly." Teddy's nod was firm. He looked each of them in the eye, ensuring he had their undivided attention. "We inform the necessary agencies and get the President on board. But we do not breathe a word to the press or the public until we have the alien safe on Earth."

After a long pause, Teddy continued, " We'll proceed with caution. Mitch, coordinate with the Ares crew. Annie, start drafting contingency plans for communications. We need to be ready for any outcome."

Mitch stood. "I'll send word to the Hermes. Take good care of our new friend up there."

Vincent lingered by the door as the others began to disperse, a contemplative frown creasing his brow. "Teddy, wait," he said, stepping back into the room. Vincent Kapoor cleared his throat. "We need to learn more about...him," Kapoor said carefully. "Where he came from, why he was alone. Whether there are others."

Teddy nodded. "Agreed. It's highly concerning that we don't know how he got there." 

"The crew should also conduct in-depth research and analysis to explore the alien child's origins and capabilities." Vincent went on. 

"Like what?" Teddy prompted, his voice measured, eyes locked onto Vincent with keen interest.

"Biological assessments, behavioral studies, environmental adaptability," Vincent enumerated, counting off on his fingers. "We need data. Without it, we're navigating blind. And if we're bringing him back to Earth, we must understand how he might interact with our biosphere. He could die if we mess this up."

"I agree," Teddy said, his demeanor signaling that he understood the necessity of Vincent's point. There are a lot of unknowns here. We can't afford mistakes—not with the public, not with the government, and especially not with this child. We'll make sure the crew knows. I'm sure the kid will be in good hands." 

*******

Mitch sat down at a computer, typing out a message to the Ares:

"Ares crew, this is Flight. We have discussed the situation and feel the alien child's care and evaluation should be your top priority. Continue providing medical treatment and studying its abilities. But exercise extreme caution - we know very little about what we're dealing with. Its health and safety must be ensured before any return to Earth is considered. Proceed with your other mission objectives as normal. We eagerly await your reports. Godspeed."

*******

Leaning forward, Teddy began drafting an urgent memorandum to the President. This was bigger than any one person or agency. The fate of the world could hang in the balance. He chose each word carefully, knowing the wrong ones could set disastrous events in motion. After several drafts, he had a document that conveyed the gravity of the situation without hyperbole. The President would see the need for secrecy as clearly as he did. Teddy encrypted and sent the memo, then sat back heavily. 

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" he muttered. 

Chapter 4:

[jupyt3r]

Green

Set during Act 2. Karlach needs help fixing her teddy bear and wants to air some grievances about Astarion's deal with Raphael.

He smells hot leather before he smells her blood. As if he needs either to detect her approach; she has the loudest footsteps of any of them. But soon the scent wafts verdantly in through the pinned flap of his tent, bright, grassy, and puckering. Citrus and something young and vegetal, intermingled with the tang of the infernal iron that drives it all. Completely antithetical to the tiefling’s fiery appearance: green.

Karlach clasps her hands behind her back and squats in front of the opening, blocking the heat of the fire he had been basking in. Annoyed, Astarion lays the book he's reading across his chest and looks quizzically at her.

“Hey, fangs! Oh–” she says, noticing his book, "Sorry, am I bothering you?”

"Yes.”

"Haha! You're a funny one. Anyway, um. Listen, I was wondering if you could do me a solid? Tav tells me you're not bad with a needle. Not surprising, I guess, given your propensity for pointy objects."

How could Tav have– Oh . His underwear . Well. Ignoring the means by which his embroidery skill had been revealed, Astarion raises one silver eyebrow at Karlach, bidding her to continue.

“Okay. Promise not to laugh. But do you think you can fix him?" From behind her back, she produces a threadbare stuffed toy; a bear. It's made from a thick-weighted brown knit, worn fuzzy with age, and has two glossy black buttons sewn in for eyes. The lighter colored thread used to attach them gives the impression of Xs for pupils, a dead-eyed stare, which is accurate enough to its current condition: there is a large tear partially beheading the beast, its stuffing leaking out the busted seam.

"His name is Clive,” she says morosely. Clive and Karlach turn their pleading glances on him, and Astarion can't decide who looks more pitiful.

“Where did you even get that thing?"

“I found him," she declares proudly, holding it aloft. "He got left behind in my room at Last Light; all alone, poor little bugger. So I nicked him. Figured his last friend might not be coming back any time soon.”

“Looks like it might have been better off where it was. What happened?"

She rubs at the back of her neck sheepishly. "Well, now that I won't burn him, I was. You know. Hugging him. And then Scratch walked up and wanted to play, and– Scratch is so soft , did you know?– so I was teasing him, which probably wasn't the nicest thing to do to either of them, and Scratch is really fast. And unfortunately for Clive, Scratch’s teeth aren't as soft as the rest of him." She lets out a nervous laugh. "So do you think, maybe, you could help him out?”

“I could ," he replies, propping himself up on an elbow. "I'm just not sure that's the best use of our resources while we're stuck in this… accursed wasteland. And I'm tired of cleaning up that mutt’s messes."

Karlach’s eyes shine beseechingly, lower lip jutting out. Clive bobbles miserably. Astarion grimaces, sits up, and abruptly snatches him from her hands.

"Yay! Thanks, fangs!”

He sighs, digging through his pack for his sewing kit. This is stupid. He's getting a new slash in his overclothes damn near every day, and he doesn't have the materials to spare on a toy .

And yet.

He's not able to find a similar colored thread. “Red is the closest I have," he says, crossing his legs and threading the needle through with crimson.

“That's okay. He'll have a bit of a rugged look– a cool neck scar, like someone else I know."

Astarion frowns and glances up at her. " ‘ Rugged ’ isn't exactly the image I strive to portray.”

“Oh. No, I know. I just meant your scars look cool," she clarifies awkwardly. Somehow, he doesn't think she's talking about the ones on his neck.

Earlier that day, when they'd set out from Last Light, a certain infernal visitor had been waiting in the parlor. Raphael had stripped him bare with a snap of his clawed fingers, revealing the malevolent latticework of scars encircling his back to the entire room. The whole thing had been rather violating– hence why he’s hiding in his tent instead of soaking up the heat from the fire. He curls in on himself and pierces the soft yarn through.

He's quiet as he works, deftly stitching the fabric together as he presses the bear's innards back where they belong. Karlach doesn't seem to know how to cope with silence, bouncing a leg with pent energy, practically sizzling like water boiling in a pot. Eventually, she spills over.

“So how did you get so good at that?" She peers in closer from where she's settled at the threshold of his tent, observing the fine needlework.

He pulls the needle high, closing a stitch. “I've picked up a lot of little skills over the last few centuries. This one has been particularly useful."

“Huh. I always figured you had a tailor or something, with your whole Upper City accent and, well, everything. Who knew you could get your hands dirty.”

The problem is that she really has no idea how dirty they are- or, rather, bloody. Nobody knows about that. Hells, only Tav knows about Cazador, and even then he's spared most of the… finer details.

"Yes, well. I'm full of surprises, aren't I?” he replies cryptically. He's had enough of his secrets revealed today already. “Why do you even keep this thing around?" he asks to change the subject, adjusting the bear on his lap.

"He kinda reminds me of one my mum got me when I was a kid. I was weak to nostalgia and his cute li’l face. Ain't he adorable?” She leans in to poke at the bear’s overstuffed cheeks, and Astarion swats her out of his working space.

"He's a liability, this one. Falling apart at the seams.”

“Aw, c’mon. Like you've never kept anything around for sentimental reasons?"

The scant belongings in Astarion's tent are answer enough; mostly just pillows and various rags from the road, with a few books and pilfered trinkets scattered among them. A useless silver mirror, a few chalices for wine. Nothing sentimental. “No. Not a lot to be sentimental about. I don't remember my childhood."

"O-oh. I'm sorry. I guess it was so long ago, anyway, it would be hard to remember.”

He's pretty sure that's not the reason. "Are you calling me old? I may be immortal, but I'll have you know I'm a very reasonable age for an elf. I'm certainly no relic like Halsin .”

She puts her hands up, seeing that she's dug a hole for herself. "No! Mate, I would never. You look very good for your age. Or, no, not for your age because you're not. Old. It's just. You're, what, two-hundred and fifty? That's older than I'll ever be, or, not me specifically, because, well…”

The words die on her tongue, but what's been left unsaid hangs heavily between them: She doesn't have that much time left . Dammon had given her the news shortly after turning her temperature down from scorching to sweltering . And that's why Astarion is wasting his precious floss on this ridiculous bear, because he knows how awful it would feel to be given pity, but at least he can oblige her the favor she asked.

All of the stuffing has been sewn back inside the bear’s head. Astarion begins to double back to strengthen the new seam, and he looks very intently at his work as he knits his eyebrows together and asks, “How do you do it?"

“How do I do what?" she says, pulling her knees in with her arms and resting her cheek on her bicep.

“You are so… alive . Despite everything. Despite what you've been through.” Even her blood smelled like life, lush and blooming.

"Ha. I dunno. I just can't believe that I've really made it out of Avernus, so, you know, carpe dime or whatever.”

"I just… don't understand. You're going to die.” It's not pity when he says it, only hard truth.

She hugs her knees closer and lets out a shaky breath. “I don't really want to talk about it. Better to just enjoy things while I can. Otherwise I'd just be a ghost already."

He knows all too well how it feels to be a ghost.

“You're not angry? At Gortash, at Zariel?"

Heat flares in her chest, exhausting from the vents on her shoulders and filling the tent with the inferno of her emotions. “Of course I am! I'm right pissed. And if there's anything I can do about it, then both those fuckers will get what's coming to them.”

"Good.”

"I just… have to take every good thing that comes my way for now. I’ve done some not great things in my past. I regret just standing by when Elturel fell. I hurt a lot of people for Gortash that, looking back, seem like maybe they didn't deserve it. But right now, I'm finally more than just a weapon for causing destruction. For the first time in way too long, I can touch people again. And I've got a lot of good people around me who deserve some hugs.” She offers a small smile, but Astarion shifts away minutely.

"Bear’s done,” he says, holding it out for inspection. A vermilion scar marrs the seam between its head and body; it really does look like an injury.

"Aw, Clive, you look great! Glad to see you back with the living. Hey, Astarion, what do you think about adding a detail– giving him his own vampire bite? You did bring him back to life, after all.”

He knows she's trying to make him feel better, but it's doing anything but. "I wouldn't curse him that way,” he says softly, packing up his supplies.

Karlach is uncharacteristically quiet as she fluffs Clive to redistribute his recently reintroduced stuffing, pursing her lips.

"About your master–"

“We don't have to do this." His back is to her, hands in his pack, and he can feel her stare pricking through his clothes where she now knows the scars hide.

“No, that's not fair. Nothing is fair about anything right now. But you talked to me about my shit and I'm returning the favor whether you want it or not."

"I–”

"Mama K is talking now. You can just listen, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to.”

Astarion is silent, but he turns and sits back down, eyes downcast like a chastised child.

Karlach continues. "Listen, I don't know anything about your master or how he treated you. But I do know what it feels like to have to serve someone you don't believe in, and to have them fuck up your body without asking. To mark it as their own. I didn't know how to bring this up earlier, but… your scars. The ones on your back. They're in Infernal, aren't they?”

He nods; Tav had been able to identify that, at least, after their… tryst.

"I picked up a little, in the Blood War. Why didn't you come to me? I'd gladly help you out as best I can. You don't have to take this deal, Astarion. You can't trust a devil.”

The thought hadn't escaped him; he figured she might be able to read it. But he wasn't sure she'd be able to decipher the full context, and if he wanted any chance at killing Cazador, then he needed to know as much as he could. And, equally as important, he didn't think he could suffer the shame of anyone at camp knowing the full story. Asking Raphael just seemed the safer option; a fair trade.

"As much as he puffs himself up, he's a cambion, not a devil. And I'm sure he'll respect his end of the bargain. I'm prepared to pay his price, whatever it may be."

“He's a creep who's preying on you because he knows how badly you want it. He's gonna demand something that will just come to bite you in the ass later. That's how it always goes. Please, just let me try. If I can't make sense of it, then go ahead and accept the deal. But let me try."

He’s frozen in indecision, unsure if he can trust her with this. "I’m not sure–”

"You want a sample?” she interrupts, gesturing to the tattooed runes peeking out from under the shoulder strap of her top; it's easy to make out, dark ink contrasting against the sudden glow from within her chest. “This one says fucking Zariel ."

Maybe she understands, he thinks. Maybe he can trust someone else with this. The thin weight of his shirt on his back feels heavier knowing that it and one word are all that stands between him and naked vulnerability. He could just say yes; he could let her look, close himself off to the fear and let himself be lulled by whatever altruistic reasons she claims. But doubt whispers from the back of his mind: she's backed into a corner just like him, if not moreso, and that makes her dangerous . They both want to live, and they're clawing at scraps with all they've got. If she needs his help someday, she'll demand it of him in return. At least the terms of Raphael's deal will be predictable. The cambion’s words echo in his mind: What's better than a devil you don't know? A devil you do.

And there's also the other thing. Astarion is a shitty person and if Karlach truly expects nothing in return, then he doesn't deserve her help. She doesn't even know the depths of his depravity, and he doesn't really feel like sharing. He's ruined, and she's not.

And so, for the first time he can remember when someone was trying to get his clothes off, Astarion says: “No."

"Okay.” She's crestfallen, but to her credit, she doesn't push it.

He expects her to get up and leave now that his task is completed and he's outright rejected her in favor of a devil, but she doesn't. She sits with him a while, her steady warmth radiating over his skin. It feels nice, if he lets himself enjoy it. Clive’s dead eyes peer dolefully at him from within the safety of her embrace.

“If he takes something that hurts you… just know that I'm always down to give a devil a good smack-down. It's kind of my specialty– this tattoo says ‘demonsbane’. Just say the word.”

Astarion thinks the words ring a little hollow, because, from his perspective, taking on Raphael in combat seems like a death sentence, but he appreciates the thought nonetheless. “I can't believe you're sitting here offering up your demon-slaying services while hugging a teddy bear."

"It's only what Clive would want for the person who patched him up.”

"He'd be more useful if he stayed well out of the reach of foul canine beasts in the future.”

"Yeah yeah, I learned my lesson. Thank you Astarion, though, really. I don't have a lot in this world aside from him and you lot so… just doing my best to keep it all together.”

She sets Clive aside and pivots to her knees, moving slowly so as to give Astarion opportunity to escape if he wants to; her tadpole broadcasts her intentions. He warrs briefly with himself but is ultimately unable to convince himself to push her away, and he winds up wrapped in her arms. He knows she's been cooled to a reasonable degree, but he still flinches, because the difference between them is so stark . Her skin blazes against his, even through his shirt, and when he finally brings himself to relax slightly, his cool cheek on her shoulder prickles from the contact. The whirr ing of her mechanical heart is strange in his ears, and all at once, he brings his own arms to grip tight to her shirt; that beating, this warmth could vanish at any moment. She was his only proof that you could go through hell and not come out completely chewed up and broken and bitter, so of course the universe couldn't allow her to slip through unscathed. It wasn't fair– but nothing ever was.

“My… master,” he starts as she pulls away, leaving him feeling bitterly cold from the loss of her. "His name is Cazador. Cazador Szarr." 

“Huh. I think I've heard that name before."

“I'm not surprised– the bastard has his claws sunk all over Baldur's Gate. He prefers to exert his influence from the shadows, but he's too ostentatious for it sometimes."

“You know," she says, thinking aloud, “he sounds like another evil arsehole I know. Gortash was always trying to expand his political influence through various shady dealings. Hey, listen. If you won't let me talk you out of that deal with Raphael, then let's make a deal of our own. You help me get revenge on Gortash, and I help you take down Cazador. I mean, I'd probably help out anyway ‘cause it just makes me fume thinking about any of my people getting hurt, but solidarity, yeah?"

Astarion flashes a fanged grin. "Now there's an agreement I can get behind. Blood for blood.” He holds out a hand cordially, and she takes it up with such force that his arm is nearly removed from his shoulder.

"That's what I'm talking about, soldier! Hah– sorry,” she says, noticing the way his face twinged at the power behind her handshake. "Been a long time since I've gotten to do that. Feels nice.”

"It does.”

There's a loud snorfling sound from behind her– she whips her head around. "Scratch! No! You leave Clive alone.” She pulls the bear out of reach of the dog’s curious nose and makes to leave the tent. "Astarion, will you throw the ball for him? He's got too much energy.”

His first instinct is to respond with a resounding No, I won't have anything to do with that filthy creature , but something within him is stirred by his conversation with Karlach. If he had to put a name on it– hope. He decides that he's going to try not to be a ghost any longer. So he throws the ball.

[thepenguinandthefiend]

My F/Os

Since I've decided to become a self-ship blog now, here's a list of my f/os. There will likely be more added later.

Romantic F/Os:

Zatanna Zatara (DC comics) {no sharing} Johanna Mason (Hunger Games) {no sharing} Desire (The Sandman) {no sharing} Elektra Natchios (Marvel comics) {no sharing} Bucky Barnes (MCU) {sharing iffy} Illyana Rasputin (X-Men) {no sharing} Bill Potts (Doctor Who) {sharing ok} Dean Winchester (Supernatural) {no sharing} Mazikeen (Lucifer) {sharing iffy} Remy LeBeau (X-Men) {sharing iffy} Gareth Ritter (Brain Dead) {no sharing} Vanessa Morales (In the Heights) {sharing iffy} Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) {sharing ok} Elsa Bloodstone (Marvel Comics) {no sharing} Boodikka (Green Lantern) {sharing ok} Felicity Smoak (Arrow) {sharing iffy} Lena Luthor (Supergirl) {sharing iffy} Emilia Rothschild (Jack of All Trades) {sharing ok} Shotzi (WWE) {no sharing} Finn Balor (WWE) {no sharing} Abadon (AEW) {no sharing} Tulip O'Hare (Preacher) {sharing ok} Queen Emeraldas (Galaxy Express 999) {sharing ok} Dr. Kimiyo Hoshi (DC Comics) {sharing iffy} Darby Allin (AEW) {no sharing} Jenny Green (Dead Boy Detectives) {sharing iffy} Bleez (Green Lantern) {sharing ok} Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) {no sharing} Harley Quinn (DC Comics) {sharing iffy} Poison Ivy {sharing iffy}

Queer-Platonic F/Os:

America Chavez (Young Avengers) Ella Lopez (Lucifer) Finnick Odair (Hunger Games) Hartley Rathaway (Flash/DC comics) Kate Bishop (Young Avengers) Monica Rambeau (Marvel Comics/MCU) Larissa Duan (Check, Please) Roxie Richter (Scott Pilgrim) Shvaughn Erin (Legion of Superheroes) Bling Mag (Repo: the Genetic Opera) Drew McIntyre (WWE) Yelena Belova (Marvel Comics) Ianto Jones (Torchwood) Benny Lafitte (Supernatural) Carla (In the Heights)

Platonic F/Os:

Kon-El (DC comics) Eliot Waugh (The Magicians) Jonathan Crane (DC comics) Wallace Wells (Scott Pilgrim) Ragdoll (Secret Six) Yukio Okumura (Blue Exorcist) Winn Schott Jr. (Supergirl) Edward Nygma (Gotham) William Poindexter (Check, Please) Jaysen Caulfield (Icebreaker) Onomatopoeia (DC comics) Topher Brink (Dollhouse) Danhausen (AEW) Roy Harper (DC comics/Arrowverse) Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice: the Musical)

Familial F/Os:

Alfred Pennyworth (DC comics) [grandfather] The Master (Doctor Who) [father] Wanda Maximoff (Marvel comics) [mother] Ursula (The Little Mermaid) [mother] Queen of Hearts (Alice in Wonderland) [mother] Bruce Wayne (DC comics) [father] Pietro Maximoff (Marvel comics) [uncle] Lorna Dane (Marvel comics) [aunt] Erik Lensher (Marvel comics) [grandfather] John Constantine (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older brother] Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) [older brother] Leonard Snart (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older brother] Lisa Snart (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older sister] Kent Parson (Check, Please) [older brother] Dick Grayson (DC comics) [older brother] Jason Todd (DC comics) [older brother] Enjolras (Les Miserables) [twin brother] Tim Drake (DC comics) [younger brother] Damian Wayne (DC comics) [younger brother] Stephanie Brown (DC comics) [younger sister] Cassandra Cain (DC comics) [younger sister] Duke Thomas (DC comics) [younger brother] Billy Kaplan (Young Avengers) [younger brother] Tommy Shepherd (Young Avengers) [younger brother] Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [adopted brother] Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) [cousin] Graham Miller (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [cousin] Percy de Rolo (Vox Machina) [cousin] Luna Maximoff (Marvel comics) [cousin] 10K (Z-Nation) [son] Lonnie Machin (DC comics) [son] Andrew Wells (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [adopted son] Giovanni Zatara (DC Comics) [father-in-law] Piotr Rasputin (X-Men) [brother-in-law] Teddy Altman (Young Avengers) [brother-in-law] Sam Winchester (Supernatural) [brother-in-law] Adam Milligan (Supernatural) [brother-in-law] Dream (Sandman) [brother-in-law] Death (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Delirium (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Despair (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Destiny (Sandman) [brother-in-law] The Prodigal (Sandman) [brother-in-law] Luther Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Allison Hargreeves (Umbrella Acadmy) [sister-in-law] Five Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Viktor Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law/best friend]

Pet F/Os:

Lockheed (X-Men) Dex-Starr (DC comics) Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE AFFAIR WITH THE TEDDY BEAR I AM INTRIGUED

OK SO

It's a Tintin and Hercule Poirot crossover because we need our two Belgians with a thing for mysteries and weird hair features and excellent grey cells to come together and collaborate on solving a mystery.

What's even better is that we have absolutely no information on Tintin's backstory, other than he is Belgian. Zero, zilch, nyet, nada. None whatsoever.

Soooooo what if he was the son of important diplomats and government agents? What if they tragically died in a murder and house fire?

What if he survived?

What if the detective the Belgian police sent to solve the mystery was none other than the great Hercule Poirot?

And what happened when their paths cross, twelve years later?

My favourite scene is when the bellboy (the one with very blue eyes, but one of them is slightly more green,) is being questioned at a police station for having an important piece of evidence in his pocket, and he is promising that he would never, ever be involved in a murder because he hates murderers, but Inspector Japp doesn't believe him, so Poirot pulls out the little teddy bear... and the boy's eyes go wide, says some things that are spoilerrrrrs and then they realise they're been looking st this murder mystery from the wrong end and BOOM everything starts to for into place and it's time Poirot look at that case from 12 years ago that went cold.

He solves it, obviously.

Other fabourite scene is when Poirot is doing his dramatic "reveal the murderer thing" and he has the Teddy Bear retell the story from 12 years ago when the original murders occurred. (The voice of the teddy bear is actually Hubert Valentine who's death was staged because Hubert isn't his actual name and also he's the main target but that's literally what this story is about so um not saying any more because spoilers.) Then the lights go out and suddenly there's a figure in the window. He steps forwards, the sheer curtains blowing around him as he enters the moonlight where two scars (one on his forehead and the other on his neck) are apparent on his pale skin and everyone screams because IT'S THE GHOST OF HUBERT VALENTINE and Poirot asks who killed him and he looks at the murderer and points and everyone is going feral and the murderer is restrained by the police while Poirot turns on the lights and explains everything and Hubert is setting himself laughing at everyone's reactions

I have had many thoughts

Also, not that this will mean too much because you're not in the Tintin fandom, but the Chinese boy with a French accent is Chang Chong-Cheng. Why does he have a French accent? Because the person who helped him with English was also teaching him French at the same time and is also Belgian. So, do what you will with that

[gabrielokun]

Dorama/Lakorn/Live-action

Thai

2 Moons

2 Moons 2

2gether

7 Project

609 Bedtime Story 

A Tale of Thousand Stars 

Big Dragon

Coffee Melody 

Cutie Pie

Cutie Pie 2 You

Dark Blue Kiss

Deal lover

Don't Say No

Enchanté

Fish upon the sky

Friend Forever

Future

Gen Y

Gen Y 2

Ghost Host Ghost House

Golden Blood

I Will Knock You

Ingredients

KinnPorsche

Kiss Me Again

La Cuisine

Love by chance

Love in the Air

Love Lie Hide Fake

Love With Benefits

Lovely Writer

Manner of Death

Meow Ears Up

My Engineer

My Gear and Your Gown

My Keychain

My Mate Match

My Only 12%

My Pistachio

My Ride 

My School President

My Secret Love

My Sweet Dear

Never Let Me Go

Not Me

On Cloud Nine 

Our Winter

Oxygen

Remember Me

Saneha Staries 4: Saneha Kap Cheewit

Secret Crush On You

Sky in Your Heart

Star in My Mind 

SOTUS 

SOTUS S

That's My Candy

The Eclipse

The Love Of Winter

The Miracle of Teddy Bear

Tin Tem Jai

Top Secret Together 

Triage

Until We Meet Again

Unforgotten Night

Vice Versa

What Zabb Man!

Why R U?

Work From Heart

Y-Destiny 

You're My Sky

Taiwan

49 Days with a Merman

About Youth

Be Loved in House: I Do

Craving You

DNA Says Love You

Fragrance of The First Flower

Love to Our Youth: He Falls in Love with Him

HIStory1: My Hero 

HIStory1: Obsessed

HIStory2: Crossing the Line

HIStory2: Right or Wrong

HIStory3: Make Our Days Count

HIStory3: Trapped

HIStory4: Close to You

HIStory5: Love in the Future

Innocent

Love Is Science?

My Tooth Your Love

Plus & Minus 

Papa and Daddy

Stay by My Side

Korea

A First Love Story

At a distance spring is green

Boy Meets Boy

Cherry Blossoms After Winter 

Choco Milk Shake

Color Rush

Ghost Doctor

Happy Merry Ending

His, Ice Cream

Hold Me 

Hotel del Luna

Individual circumstance

Kissable Lips

Light On Me 

Love Class

Move to Heaven

Mr. Heart

My Sweet Dear

Numbers

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding

Ocean Likes Me

Oh! Boarding House

Oh! My Assistant

Our Dating Sim

Please Tell Me So

Roommates of Poongduck 304

She Makes My Heart Flutter

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner

The Lover

The Tasty Florida

To My Star

To My Star Season 2: Our Untold Stories

TREASURE

Two Cops

Unintentional Love Story

Wish You: Your Melody From My Heart

Wuju's Bakery

You Make Me Dance

China

A River Runs Through It

Ancient Detective

Anti-Fraud League 

Be Reborn

Guardian

Killer And Healer

Men with Sword

My Girlfriend's Boyfriend 

Legend of Long Yang

Nirvana in Fire

The Untamed

Winter Begonia

Youths in the Breeze

Japan

Boku Dake ga Inai Machi

Cherry Magic

Criminologist Himura and Mystery Writer Arisugawa

Fallen Angel

Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai!

Gannibal 

His the Movie

His The series

Junkyouju Takatsuki Akira no Suisatsu

Kabe Sa Doujin Sakka no Neko Yashiki-kun wa Shouninyokkyuu wo Kojiraseteiru

Kids

Kieta Hatsukoi

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry 

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry 2

Restart After Coming Back Home

Sumika Sumire

Suki Suki Wan Wan!

Tabikurage Detective Diary

Takara-kun to Amagi-kun

The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window

The Reason Why he Fell in Love with Me 2 

Udagawachou de Matteteyo

Utsukushi Kare

Utsukushii Kare 2

Vietnam

Hey! First Love

MR CINDERELLA

Stupid Boys Stupid Love

The Star Always Follow You

Stormy honeymoon

Want to see you

YOU ARE MY STUPID BOY

Philippines

Ben X Jim

My Day

[idksomethingclever99]

Okay, I think I have a Pokémon for everyone in Class 78:

Makoto Naegi - Rattata, because it's one of the most plain, basic Normal-Types ever, and being boring is Makoto's entire personality.

Aoi Asahina - Floatzel, because obviously she needs a Water-Type, and I think Floatzel is the closest to being about swimming without being a fish.

Byakuya Togami - Persian, because he's a dumbass idiot who thinks he's a James Bond villain.

Celestia Ludenberg - Either Purugly or Gothitelle, because Purugly is like her actual cat and Gothitelle vits with her vibe. Slight tangent, but it's weird how we don't have a vampire Pokémon, right?

Chihiro Fujisaki - Porygon-Z, because it's like a living computer virus, or something.

Hifumi Yamada - Gardevoir or Vaporeon. We all know why.

Junko Enoshima - Bewear, because between it, Beartic, Ursaring, and Ursaluna, it's the closest to having a teddy bear vibe. However, if Fakemon are acceptable, than I would instead say Regigrimm, which is a Dark-Type Regi made from human suffering and despair.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru - Unfezant, because I'm fairly certain it's supposed to be a Green Pheasant and that's Japan's National Bird.

Kyoko Kirigiri - Arcanine, because every Officer Jenny has a Growlithe, and since she's a super detective, I feel that's close enough.

Leon Kuwata - There aren't really baseball Pokémon, so I'mma just say an Electrode since it's a ball.

Mondo Owada - Cyclizar. It's a motorcycle lizard.

Mukuro Ikusaba - Lucario, because there aren't really any soldier Pokémon, but Lucario is at least Fighting/Steel. Once again, if Fakemon are allowed, I'd instead say Woond.

Sakura Ogami - Hitmontop, since Tyrogue's evolutions are based on whether its Attack or Defense are higher or even, and since Sakura practices MMA to be an all-rounder of sorts, and Tyrogue evolves into Hitmontop when its Attack and Defense are equal, it's perfect.

Sayaka Maizono - Primarina, because the opera singer seal mermaid is the closest thing to a Japanese idol singer.

Toko Fukawa - Garbodor, because there aren't really any book, scissor, or serial killer Pokémon. I mean, there's Sizor, but other than its name, it doesn't really connect to Scissors in anyway. Anyways, Garbodor because she has a pet stink bug. Skuntank also works, I guess.

Yasuhiro Hagakure - Xatu, because obviously he needs a Psychic-Type, and Xatu is constantly gazing into the future, which is kind of close to Hiro being an idiot.

[alittleplaytime]

ʚ MY STIMBOARDS: part one. ɞ

✦ wooper board

✦ bee board

✦ king logan board

✦ kitten petre board

✦ twilight sparkle board

✦ orange kitty board

✦ emo couple agere/petre board

✦ emo couple board

✦ dragons hoard board

✦ will graham petre board

✦ rainbow kidre/kidcore board

✦ studio ghibli board

✦ laios touden petre board

✦ scene kid board

✦ hannigram petre board

✦ winnie the pooh board

✦ minecraft board

✦ welcome home babyre board

✦ foraging board

✦ eddie munson board

✦ animal foods board

✦ science class board

✦ lucifer morningstar board

✦ angel dust board (tw arachnids/spiders)

✦ my childhood board

✦ peter pan board

✦ fnaf arcade board

✦ plushtoothpanic's oc roadie board

✦ winnie the pooh cottagecore board

✦ green alien betta board

✦ camping agere board

✦ max mayfield agere board

✦ the stanley parable board

✦ misa amane babyre board

✦ sanji vinsmoke rainy day kidre board

✦ opossum wizard petre board

✦ jellycat snow dragon board

✦ marcille donato agere board

✦ the backrooms agere board

✦ ooky spooky agere board

✦ inglourious basterds board (tw guns & weaponry)

✦ snow white cottagecore board

✦ green & white bath time board

✦ the spectacular spiderman kidre board

✦ the spectacular spiderman board (tw arachnids/spiders)

✦ pink babyre board

✦ ciel phantomhive agere board

✦ cg!sebastian michaelis board

✦ battle subway: ingo & emmet board

✦ isopod board

✦ bug catcher pokemon kidre board

✦ cg! puppy petre board

✦ gregory security breach kidre board

✦ agere movie night board

✦ fawn petre board

✦ miffy flower board

✦ blue heeler petre beach trip board

✦ detective pochacco board

✦ himegyaru agere board

✦ teddy bear agere board

✦ caregiver board

✦ dead poets society board

✦ disabled boyre board

✦ cardamon agere board

✦ todd anderson agere board

✦ agere day out: museum board

✦ agere day out: aquarium board

✦ agere day out: waterpark board

✦ agere day out: zoo board

✦ rapunzel agere board

✦ puppy petre board

✦ cg!neil perry board

✦ eevee board

✦ turnip head board

✦ cg!fox mulder board

✦ specter board

✦ cg!gilbert blythe board

✦ i-ate-your-children's oc crow board

✦ cg!beetlejuice board

✦ rider agere board

✦ cynessa board

✦ cg!sherlock holmes board

✦ cg!shampoo board

✦ rapunzel board

✦ dredge board

✦ dipper pines board

✦ aragorn board

✦ mac agere board

✦ clara oswald agere board

✦ bart allen board

✦ bart allen boyre board

✦ cg!gandalf the grey board

✦ cg!sephiroth board

✦ ranma saotome kitten petre board

✦ voidfish babyre board

✦ vampire cookie board

✦ cg!river song board

✦ minecraft cave board

✦ niko board

ʚ master list two. ɞ

[scattered-winter]

tagged by @soleadita im kissing u on the cheek like a mob boss

top 15 tv shows in no particular order !!

911 on abc (found family. whump. angst. absolute batshit insane shenanigans. jennifer love hewitt and angela bassett. ryan guzman getting blood all over him on multiple occasions. what's not to love)

gen:LOCK (season 1 only) (there is no season 2 in ba sing se) (found family and robots and cool animation and cool music and found family and coolest fucking dichotomy between hero and villain and and and)

rwby (the WORLDBUILDING. the WRITING. the CHARACTERS. the WEAPONS. GENUINELY IT GOES SOOO SO SO CRAZY.)

the bear (im not done with it yet and lack of actual real bears ASIDE. this show is so so beautiful and masterfully done. im literally obsessed)

supernatural (UNFORTUNATELY some of the episodes do kinda go hard.)

daredevil (the CINEMATOGRAPHY the DEPRESSED BLOODIED CATHOLIC BOY the INSANE WOMEN the JOHN PAESANO SOUNDTRACK truly this show is unmatched)

zoo netflix. (is it GOOD? no. but it is very fun and involves found family living on a plane solving mysteries and trying to stop the apocalypse so truly. does it even NEED to be good)

agents of shield (again i havent finished it but ouhghgoughhghh......found family.....whump.....literally this show was GAME CHANGING for me. i would not be the whump enjoyer i am today if it weren't for the scene where daisy gets shot point blank and lovingly lowered to the ground by the man who shot her. truly. also huge fan of the asian american female lead who is a complex multifaceted character. love her.)

dc's legends of tomorrow (THEEE goofysilly funtimes show of the century. queer found family superheroes who live on a time traveling spaceship and try to protect the timestream from anomalies. they are very, very bad at their job. a zombie apocalypse breaks out in the middle of the american civil war. a giant fluffy teddy bear named beebo fistfights an ancient time demon. they have to save college student barack obama from gorilla grodd. a unicorn bites one of the character's nipples off. truly the most show ever. perhaps of all time.)

kingdom (netflix) (kdrama) (GENUINELY the best zombie media i have ever seen in my life. barring train to busan maybe. the costume design is gorgeous and the camerawork is gorgeous and the characters are complex and multifaceted and the zombies are fascinating and the entire thing is a commentary on class and poverty. and it's set in medieval korea so they have to fight zombies with SWORDS)

carmen sandiego (fun characters. u learn lots of cool things about lots of cool places. found family. heists. nonexistent romance subplots so it's a HUGE win for the aros. stupid little french detective who wears a banana suit onscreen. et cetera.)

leverage (LITERALLY THE SHOW OF ALL TIME. anti capitalist. found family. heists. the government is a corrupt system that only serves the people in power. christian kane beating people up. multifaceted characters. autistic character that's actually like. presented respectfully. and realistically. alec hardison. insane people.)

avatar the last airbender/legend of korra (they KINDA WENT OFF WITH BENDING.)

arcane (the animation......the tragic sisters.......the music.....)

green lantern the animated series (the animation kinda sucks unfortuantely. however. HOWEVER. it has my boy of all time. with the character arc of all time. and learning how rage and vengeance are harmful to everyone including yourself. and how grief and rage go hand in hand and the only way to heal from it is hope. and and and and and)

leo already tagged the gc so im gonna tag @frigidboy and anyone else who wants to do it :]

[hannahhook7744]

Maddox Hatter headcanons;

His full name is Maddox Fogarty Hatter of Wonderland.

He is 20 years old by the time the events of the pocketwatch transpire.

He is two years older than Chloe, Hadie, and Red, and one year older than Danny, Shan, and Glauco. And the same age as Edith.

He is an only child.

He is a somewhat impulsive and reckless inventor who tutors people on the side.

He is the chef inventor of Wonderland.

He grew up in Wonderland.

He, like Chloe, is adopted.

Maddox dyes his hair blonde for fun and helped Chloe convince her mom to die her hair shortly before the events of the movie.

He is often exasperated by Danny and Hadie's antics.

He doesn't have a bestfriend because he finds it hard to choose between the four of his closest friends.

Ally and the Tweedle cousins use to babysit him (and later Red, unbeknownst to her mother) when he was younger. They and Red are the closest things he has to siblings/cousins.

Maddox, like his father, loves hats and tea parties.

Maddox's inventions often get him in trouble.

Maddox like Hadie and their other friends wants to be a Detective.

Which leads to them hounding the Badun Detective Agency.

He agrees to help Chloe find her brother without a second thought.

Which leads to him trying to invent something to help her. Which he continuously fails at.

Maddox's favorite colors are orange, green, blonde, and white.

Maddox loves reading, sketching out his inventions, building things, and trampolines.

He also loves chess and boardgames.

He still has his teddy bear and orange baby blanket in his room to this day.

Maddox's weapons of choice are gardening shears and a trick umbrella he invented.

His favorite music genere is classical.

He has pet dormmpuse named Chaos.

Maddox's mode of transportation is a unicycle.

He is extremely close to his father.

He refuses to eat anything with oysters and rabbits in it. It makes him feel guilty.

[cogs-inc-tech-support]

Welcome to the official Tech Support blog for C.O.G.S. Incorporated. This is Théoden Bähr speaking, Theo for short. Codename "Maintenance Teddy-Bear," Mr./Mx. honorifics. As laid out between my staff and I, I will use uncolored text in posts. I primarily handle general maintenance supervision. For corporate purposes, I am considered a Bossbot. "Level 50.mgr," apparently.

Webmaster speaking! Full name Archimedes Webster. If you're respectful, you can call me Archie. Any and all pronouns and honorifics. I use blue text! I handle anything related to the cogs.ink website. If you have inquiries related to that, I will likely be the person answering them, unless I am out of commission. I am a Boardbot.

Tobias Boswell the Service Manager here. He/nix pronouns, and Mr. honorifics. I'll use green text. I handle general technological services, such as external social media... like this. I'm a Sellbot.

As the lead of the Tech Support team, I have elected to lay out some interaction rules. First and most foremost, we will not do battles. It is my understanding that Toons typically do not challenge suits to battle via Tumblr, however I felt it needed stating anyways. Secondly, we will not participate in Toon activities. We have important work to do. And thirdly... refrain from using Toon magic, please. Keep it away from us.

(ooc under cut)

Welcome to the Tech Support blog! Temporarily text-only. I have basic ideas for their apperance but no refs.

I, the mod, prefer Maes or PeachyMun. Do not call me Peachy. If you must shorten my name, use "PM" instead. Pronouns page here.

Archie is a Level 32.mgr v2.0, Tobias is a Level 18.mgr.

Théoden, obviously, is a teddy bear-based suit. Archimedes is based off a Fighting Spider (pretty lads!!), and Tobias has a smartphone for a head.

Actual Rules

No NSFW allowed.

I reserve the right to reject or modify any M!As that I receive. (yes, I take M!As)

Please follow standard roleplay etiquette: no godmodding, please respond with at least half a sentence, respect my boundaries, ask first before killing/maiming my character, etcetera.

These guys are newer characters, so bear with me! This is also my first multi-character blog in a bit.

Facts about Theo that he won't tell you

Secretly, he has a soft spot for bear toons. They're so much like him... (This does not extend to U. N. Kani.)

They are literally in their 60s. Sir, please.

If a toon came with intentions of just hanging out and NOT trying to beat him into scrap metal and mangled stuffing, he would probably actually let them hang out. It's a well-needed break from toons convinced he's the next "boss fight" or something.

Facts about Archie they won't tell you

A bit scared of cats, and cat toons by extension. Not for any tangible reason that xe know of, just a deep-seated fear from early childhood. It's a lot better than it used to be, at least!

She actually has god-awful vision. Thankfully, she has contacts. Glasses are too easy to break or lose... though she does own a pair or two.

Utterly oblivious to Mac Opsys having access to Cogs.Ink. Too busy dealing with other stuff... overworked.

Facts about Tobias he won't tell you

Knows about Tiberius' Acorn Acres activities. Does not care, but definitely knows that he (used to?) hang out there to do detective work and be an information broker.

He's actually really weak for his level. Only 1200 or so HP.

If he could bite, he would be biting toons.

[stuckinuniformdevelopment]

@albertbutyoucancallmebert

(Previous) Bert leaned over and opened a desk drawer, taking out an equally modded laptop with all sorts of doodads sticking out of it. He plugged Teddy’s phone into his laptop and started tapping and typing away. “Buttons for Sherri Jr… I taught her how to place phone calls in case of emergencies. The touch screen has trouble registering her little paw taps.” When Bert mentioned her name, sure enough the green rat heard and perked up from the plush bed she was resting in across the room. Sherri Jr. skittered over and up onto the desk Bert and Teddy were sitting at. She went up to Teddy and sniffed him. “Speak of the devil.” Bert paused his typing to give her a few pats before resuming.

Teddy stayed as still as possible to avoid scaring off Sherri Jr. At first he ignored it- her and focused on what Bert was doing. Indifference did a better job at putting a prey animal at ease than affection anyways.

After a bit Teddy accepted that he didn't know enough to keep up with what Bert was doing, and tried to look at Sherri from the edge of his vision so she wouldn't notice. Although he didn't do a perfect job.

Weren't there mice trained to sniff out explosives and drugs? Perhaps she could be more useful than a pet passed off as a lab rat with a flimsily-justified experiment.

"Have you ever considered training her to detect poison?" Teddy paused as he slowly moved his finger to pet her head.

"Maybe you could even get the funding for a few friends. They are social animals, aren't they?"