#i've been called a rat

[scuddle-bubble101]

Are you a cat or fox hybrid? -for serif

I'M PUD! CAT, KITTY, FELINE.

*google search for exactly one second

FELIS CATUS

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Actually, the bars aren't so bad anymore.

Think you can fix him? Read about his care instructions over at Tiger Tiger)

[another-goblin]

Cat cake and rat cake

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

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[raindropren]

watching oli's rats smp stream and Eloise and Him find eachother and They go "You know who I did find tho! Maratyn and Will! Everybodys here!" and Oli starts goin "Marty!! marty,,!! from the good ol' days!" and Eloise and I quote goes "He's looks abit different, and I think he's got, i think he's got a boyfriend?"

I just needed people to know that.

[cluescorner]

Terry you've gotta start treating Dana better istg. I can excuse the fact that you are a Batman who kills people but I draw the line at mistreating your genuinely lovely girlfriend.

[sysba]

happy pride to the silly anon who spent i'm assuming at least half an hour of their life writing several biphobic & transphobic asks to spread across the if community! i saw the colourful froggies on the tumblr top bar but i hadn't realized it meant the circus was in town!! honk honk boo boo clown hope you're having fun being a washed up bully on the losers website 🤭

[hypodermicfroggy]

Hey guys did you know the cure for “bitch is too depressed to write because of life and world events” disease is to literally isolate yourself from almost all social media and have literally nothing else to do *but* write?

Anyway have fun with my 8,000 words of insane Shimada dragon headcanons.

#Overwatch #Overwatch fanfic #OW Mercy #Moira O’Deorain #OW Moira #Moira Overwatch #froggy writes

EDIT: HEY GUYS DID YOU KNOW IT ACTUALLY HELPS IF YOU INSERT THE FUCKING LINK TO THE FIC TOO

[lildoodlecat]

i was digging through my files for something or other and got distracted bc I found a folder with everything from my first laptop i had when i was around 10? 11?? anyway, in that folder was a separate folder labeled "Warrior Cats" and I. I found the jpg where I'd compiled THIRTY-SEVEN OC's I'd created using a dress-up game on dolldivine and I-- there's lore?? going on in here???? it's all vague as hell but I created a whole like. key for it. lemme just show you

shoutout to me for adding the url (even tho i actually still remembered the website since I used it. so much alskdfjklsdj) also look at that "therefore" lol. nice vocab lil guy

Here's an example of that key in action:

I think Mossfur was my self-insert?? Or maybe I was just obsessed with the idea of her design. The cat creator also had an option for the shoulder paint that meant a bunch of different stuff like what their rank was, whether they had apprentices or kits, and I think also if their kits had died or smth. this might've been for the artist's made up clan but idk.

I also tried to make my own cats that my family had at the time:

based on the key, they're both elder male kittypets of the same litter (accurate, as they were indoor cats, brothers, and already getting old for cats) but idk how close the likeness actually is laksjf. close enough ig?? Calvin WAS a grey tabby with a white belly, muzzle, and paws and Sam WAS a tuxedo cat. so.

Anyway, there's obviously way more cats in there—including Scourge who I paired with some random OC I made on the spot and gave them a kit. bc of course I did.

There's also some ✨drama✨ as not all the families are of the same clan/loyalties. such intrigue!

it's also. kinda poorly organized:

look at all that. I was clearly having the time of my life making these and sticking them in mspaint. good for tiny me

[cycyuu]

In just 4 hours wow...

[judesstfrancis]

panthers fans have been throwing rats on the ice since 1995 when the captain k*lled one in the locker room. the goalie at the time was quoted as saying "he scored a rat trick."

oh sick!! good to know thank u!

[sorcereratted]

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[boyapologist]

someone gave rat poison to my cat back home and she died

[princepipper]

A few nights ago, my stepdad put on the Ghost movie, Rite Here Rite Now. I have since been on a binge, listening to a bunch of songs (some familiar to me, some not) and that song Cirice is so good. Like... it's so dark and haunting, and the guitar riff reminds me of some of Metallica's famous intros. So good.

[arolesbianism]

Hm. I am getting the distinct feeling that either revanced broke or some apps are doing smth real shitty