#or does she have a special hamster cage?

[boybossband]

MOTHER FUCKING HAMPTER⁉️⁉️

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 10. Trapped

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Warnings: Sticky traps used with descriptions of what they do (It’s more like a special tape), trapping, blood, skin stuff, gore, pet trope, swearing, being watched/ spying, forced hair cut

Pov: Soap Scrub

Poll winners: set up sticky traps, and ask hamster what she wants to do (She wanted to stay with Ashley) 

ART WRITING AND POLLS UNDER THE CUT

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You’re awoken by a loud boisterous sound that's hard to ignore, even from a few rooms down. The human’s alarm clock… You sigh and pull your doll leg on before getting up. 

The human had been acting strange the last few days and you’re pretty positive the pet has told her about you. You glance into the kitchen to see Hamster’s cage untouched from days ago. The human had been bringing her to work lately. 

It’s a little humiliating to watch those two together. Something about their relationship had piqued your morbid curiosity, like a train wreck. However even train wrecks become boring once you've stared long enough, and you sense it's time to move on. Honestly you shouldn't have stayed as long as you did, but having a prosthetic leg does make moving houses by foot a huge pain in the ass. 

You need to gather some things from the kitchen, and scope out the best route to take before you can leave. Maybe you’ll take some more fancy doll clothes from the human as well, for your collection. 

You scurry down the side of the counter, staying close to the wall while you head towards the food pantry. If you pack some dry rice it should keep you on your feet for at least a week; it's light and expands in water. Perfect for travel. 

The human had put yellow tape around the cage and counters. You wonder if it's a sort of caution tape for Hamster so she doesn’t fall off the counter again… Though you find it a little odd you ignore it, stepping onto the fluorescent strips without a second thought. 

Until something snags from under your feet. The momentum of your strut is halted, but gravity pushes your body forward with a frightening lurch. You fall onto your side against the tape and find that you stick against it with a forceful grip. 

Shit. 

Fear tingles into your limbs, screaming at you to move, to get away, but logic keeps you still while you think. You need to get out of this before the human comes home. You could remove your clothes and slip free but… Your long black hair is caught in the glue and it's holding your head down. The knife in your bag is your only chance, but the thought of cutting your beautiful hair off has you in tears. You slip an arm from your jacket, and reach for the bag on your hip.

The glue attached to your cheek and ear pull painfully while you reach around for the knife, and you fear your skin will tear right off if you yank hard enough. Gripping the handle of the blade you’re able to twist your arm above your head to start cutting away at the strands of hair sticking against the trap. You carefully cut into the tape around your face to free yourself. This proves to be harder than you thought and you spend several minutes slashing at the material with little progress.

By the time you’ve cut enough to lift your face, you’re out of breath, and half your head has the sticker stuck to it like a mask that was crudely shaped to fit. After giving it another minute you start to wiggle your other arm free from under you, slipping it out of the jacket. You’re able to sit up at an angle with some strain, and your hacked hair falls into your face when you peer down the kitchen counter. It startles you more than you want to admit, and you flinch backwards. The knife flings out of your grip, and you land a hand directly into the trap to catch yourself. 

You watch in sheer horror as the knife clatters against the floor several feet down. Real panic flutters through you, and you could curse yourself for letting such a simple thing catch you off guard. You hate to admit that it's because you were scared… You are scared. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re royally fucked if you can’t get out of this. 

Tears cloud your vision as you yank your hand hard to try to get free. Your skin threatens to rip off around your palm with a burning pull, and the panic has you tugging with enough force to turn threats into reality. Some skin rips away and hot slimy blood trickles around your fingers. Shock from seeing it freezes in your limbs. All logic is thrown out the window, overtaken by the terror of being caught. 

Your legs are pinned against the tape, and when you try to pull on your prosthetic it feels like it’s trapped in cement. Your other leg has exposed skin against the trap, and tugging on it hurts just as badly as tugging on your bleeding palm. 

With your last free limb you brush back your choppy hair, feeling the short length slip from your fingers. Nervous laughter pushes through your teeth while you break down. You really cut your hair off for nothing, like a sick joke. 

The next several hours you fruitlessly work at freeing yourself but all it does is hurt you further. More blood seeps around you, and you have to stop. You’re not going to make it out of this without endangering yourself with the wounds it’s inflicting. Using the blood to soften the glue helped some but not enough. Besides, you’re exhausted by this point. 

Your breath catches in your throat when you hear the human’s car pull in from outside. Then footsteps with a soft cooing voice behind the door. She turns the knob, and opens it, entering the kitchen with Hamster in the traveling case slung around her shoulder. 

Ashley gasps when she sees you, and then proceeds to shriek as if you have scared her. The sound has you cower away from her, visibly trembling. When you breathe again it's short quick breaths that burn your lungs in a plea for more air. It makes you dizzy.

Ashley gets closer, and looms over you with a hand over her mouth. Her eyes are wide with what looks like worry. It almost makes you mad seeing it, but fear is taking over the majority of any other emotions. 

You have no idea what she’s going to do with you…

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Thank you @alittlewhump for beta reading <3

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[natsukishinomiyaswife]

𝓡𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓶

An in-depth look at Ruthie's dorm room, at the all-girl's school she attends!

Please note that she does not have the whole room to herself, as she does have a roommate. Her side of the dorm is the left side, which is why it appears she has more room than she does.

I used this site to make the floor plan of her room!

Color Scheme:

Her room is decorated in a mix of pastel colors, such as pink, purple, blue, and yellow, along with white.

The Desk:

Her desk is white, with sunflowers painted all over it. On top of her desk has some notebooks and glitter pens. The desk has a shelf attached to it that holds her potted plants, all of which are wilted and yellow due to being overwatered. She has three plants on the shelf, one in a lavender pot, one in a light pink pot, and one in a baby blue pot.

The Bed:

Her bed is a canopy bed, with the curtain being sheer and a pale yellow. The blanket on top of her bed looks like a quilt, with squares of light pink and white throughout it. The pillows on her bed are white with a pink floral pattern, also resembling a quilt. On top of her bed sits a few stuffed animals. One is a cartoon hamster (think Hamtaro), one is a sunflower seed, and one is a light orange fox (it's meant to represent Cater, she got it cause it reminded her of him)

The Nightstand:

A small nightstand that is white with sunflowers painted on it, matching her desk. On top of her nightstand sits a light pink lamp in the shape of a heart.

In The Corner:

In the corner sits a brown wicker basket filled with yarn, with half finished projects laying around it. Though the finished product may be lopsided or too long, Ruthie puts all her heart into what she makes, doing her best to knit or crochet. One of the projects that stand out is a half finished scarf with a diamond pattern, sitting near the front of the basket.

The Dresser/Vanity:

The dresser is white with sunflowers painted all over it, matching her other furniture. A mirror is attached to the dresser, allowing Ruthie to use it as a vanity as well. On top of the dresser sits all of her accessories, jewelry, and makeup.

Hamster Cage:

Ruthie has a pet hamster named Raisin, who stays with her in her dorm. He is a Syrian hamster, who's appearance resembles the hamster in this picture. When not in his cage, he can be found sleeping in the pocket of Ruthie's apron, or sitting on her shoulder.

On The Wall:

On the wall above her nightstand is a large square cork board. On the cork board is pictures of the couples she's matched up, along with pictures of friends and family. She has a special part of the board dedicated to pictures of her and Cater, with her writing the date on each photo with a glitter pen.

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[rabid-reads]

i understand the desire to make the most messy shit happen with the least well adjusted characters possible. and that's what this is.

also, this commentary is intended for adults.

does this book make sense? no

is it fun? yes? sometimes

it's my first Colleen Hoover book and i get it; people who like genuinely thoughtful, well done books hate her, and people who are in it for the entertainment, enjoy her.

i kind of wish Gillian Flynn (she did Gone Girl and Dark Places) had written this book because it would have been wild.

i'd be doing a disservice to myself if i wasted my time trying to make this book make sense.

the best use of my time is to point out all the things i thought were funny and ridiculous.

the entire meet-cute with Jeremy is so awful. a man had to have his head popped open so Lowen could explain her reason for living in the city, and so Jeremy (a complete stranger) could lock her in a mens bathroom to show he's...trustworthy? and how invisible Lowen and Jeremy like to be bc they're so different and special.

i knew the minute it was mentioned Verity didn't like swallowing Jeremy's cum, it was Lowen's time to shine. bc Lowen's not like other girls (she doesn't like pizza, but she does enjoy jizz). also the way Verity's love for Jeremy was supposed to convince the reader he was worth wanting was crazy. Jeremy had all the personality of a wadded up candy wrapper sitting in a muddy gutter. the man fucked another woman with his wife in a coma upstairs where their child also slept. and it's even worse than i'm describing. there's this whole headboard teeth thing that...yikes. the man's rizz has descended to the core of the earth, and any desire i could concieve for this character has vanished in the Bermuda Triangle. a true mystery.

it haunts me.

this book has me laughing at things that shouldn't be funny, like how cartoonishly evil Verity is in the manuscript. the way she hates her kids is lowkey hilarious.

blegh, the way Colleen writes every other character who isn't a main.... they aren't the slightest bit important to the plot and most exist to show how "desirable" the fmc and mmc are. like Amos liking being choked? what's wrong with that? she really brought up this man to kink shame him. justice for Amos. i hope his eyes gleam, soaked in need, while a beautiful woman clamps her hands around his throat.

oh no, when Lowen makes out with Jeremy and wants to say something, but is afraid he'll think about how messed up the situation is and stop. then later tries to crab trap his sperm inside her to indenture him with a child. i don't think Lowen should be judging anyone else when her conscience is running on 1 bar of wifi.

also Verity giving her child a nautical themed name. like wtf he's a child, not a bathroom ???

and the ending, i was laughing so hard by the end of it. bc why didn't Verity confide in her health care providers her husband is trying to hurt her? this is a misscommunication trope on steroids.

and Lowen fucking eating the letter like a hamster all preggers with the baby she's trying to play off as a happy accident when she held his baby spray in her cooter like a caged animal.

i can't. i'm done. moving on.

[lovelybunn]

coloring book ᥫ᭡ ˖ ೃ࿔

pt. one (pt. two coming soon!)

pairing: kenny mccormick & leopold "butters" scotch

warning(s): mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, slight (?) angst, swearing

summary: butters got in trouble with his parents, again, so he stays in his room and colors in his coloring book, one of his favorite coping mechanisms. suddenly kenny shows up, and things get a little... emotional.

word count: 2,633

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ㅤ“I will not tolerate this kind of behavior in my house. Stay in your room, and don’t dare come out unless I tell you to, son.” Stephen Scotch, Butters' father, howled at him before slamming the door shut. He was grounded from everything. No tv, no video games, no phone, no Nintendo switch, for a full two months. All because he drank Eric’s “special lemonade”, or so Eric called it, for a week. The drink was harmless, Butters didn’t understand why his father was so angry at him. Although, he had to admit the lemonade was a bit… salty. Butters didn’t question it, of course. Eric was just being a nice friend. He allowed Butters to have something for free, without asking for anything in return. It was very rare in Eric’s nature to be so giving, but Butters was very welcoming of the shift of personality.

Sometimes Butters wished he could read his parent’s minds, so he could know what upset them and what made them happy. But so far, in all of his 10 years of living on this earth, it didn’t seem like anything that Butters did made his parents happy. He felt like a burden, just another thing that they had to deal with.

Butters sighed, flopped on his back, spread-eagle across his bed.”Welp, it’s not like I can do anything now. I can’t leave my room.” He stared up at his pale blue ceiling, zoning out. The room was silent, the only sound was the slow, light exhale and inhale from Butters’ still form. Ten seconds passed, and Butters sat up and crossed his arms. He pouted in frustration. “I’m bored. Y’know, I’d rather do chores all day than just sit here and do nothing.” Butters looked around his room, absorbing its atmosphere. His eyes trailed toward the “Panda Mania” poster across from his nightstand. He smiled. “I love pandas. They're such silly lil fellas.” Suddenly, Butters heard a tiny little squeak from the cage on his nightstand. His hamster pawed at the glass, desperate for its owner’s attention.

“Awe, hey Baby Chaos! You need some water? Food?” Butters giggled to himself, picking up his hamster. “Maybe you just need some good ol’ cuddles!” He plopped himself back on his bed, legs criss-cross. The tiny furry creature laid peacefully in his lap. Butters petted at Baby Chaos with two of his fingers, gentle enough not to hurt the little thing. “Yeah, I know. We all need some love sometimes.”

Suddenly, the hamster skidded out of Butters’ lap and onto the floor with a loud thud. Butters gasped. “Oh golly! Are you okay, friend?” He rushed over and tried to check to see if she was injured, but B.C. just turned herself back around from her back and kept moving. “Hey-” Butters started, chasing it on all fours, “Come back here, girlie!” He kept crawling toward B. C. until she stopped in front of one of his shelves filled with toys.

Butters scooped up his pet and glanced at her, confused. “What’s over here that you wanted to show me, honey bunches of oats? We can play if you want!” She twisted around in his palms and pointed with her head to a paper back on top of the shelf. He slowly walked toward it and placed Baby Chaos down next to the book. There was a pack full of crayons right behind her fluffy body. Butters’ eyes practically popped out of their sockets. “You’re a genius!” His eyebrows furrowed, arms lazily rested at his sides. “Wait, what does that mean again?” He waved his hand dismissively, “Ah, it doesn’t matter.” Butters grabbed the book and box, leaving his arm out for Baby Chaos to climb up it and onto his shoulder. “Thanks, friend! You know how much I hate sitting still for too long!” As he walked back to his bed, the hamster nestled against the crook of Butters’ neck. Butters placed the coloring book and crayons in between his legs. Both of his legs laid out straight, almost taking up half of the bed’s space.

“Wow, I haven’t used this since I was a wee little boy. It’s crazy how I still have this. Mom and Dad musta forgot about it, I’m sure if they knew I had this, they’d take it away faster than I can say ‘dingle berry’.” He flipped the book and opened it up to a random page. He smiled brightly at the colorless lineart. It was of a bouquet of tulips, one of Butters' favorite flowers. “I know what to do with this. It’ll take a while for sure, though.”

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Little Baby Chaos had fallen asleep long before Butters had expected, so he put her back in her cage to nap peacefully. She would be appreciative to be able to rest without the constant shifting of bodyweight from Butters; he simply couldn’t find a general position to sit in.

Butters put down the mass of crayons in his hand and took a moment to admire his work. It wasn’t finished yet, but his wrist was getting tired from coloring so much. Thirty minutes had passed since he started, yet only the petals were colored. The tulips were a bright, almost blinding shade of yellow with hints of orange speckled here and there. They were all so pretty already, it made Butters smile. “Ah shucks, I wish we grew tulips here in this town. It’d make everyone a lot more happier, I think.” He shrugged, then turned his body to lay on his stomach. Butters lifted his legs in the air and kicked them back and forth. With one hand being used to rest his head, his free one grabbed a forest green and started scribbling around the very end of the stems. Suddenly, Butters accidentally colored outside the lines.

He flipped onto his back and covered his face with his hands. “Dang-nabbit! Just when I think I’m doing good…” Butters groaned in irritation. He sat back up and quickly ruffled his fingers through his hair. “Come on, Butters, get it together. You didn’t mess anything up, its still pretty! Don’t give up now, You’re almost finished!”

Butters sighed heavily. He grabbed all his supplies with the coloring book and leaned against his charcoal bedframe. Butters then picked up the green crayon and went back to work, the coloring book placed carefully on his lifted lap. He was deep in concentration, focusing intensely on the lines around the drawing of the bouquet. “There it goes… Just one more little scribble–”

Tap-tap.

Butters whipped his head toward the sound, slightly startled. It came from his window. Butters grabbed the nearest object to use to defend himself, the coloring book (mainly because it was already in his lap). He held the newfound weapon at the ready, cautiously edging closer to the window.

Tap-Tap!

It was louder this time, causing Butters to flinch. He bit back a scream, he didn’t want to get into any more trouble than he already was with his parents. “Who’s there? Show yourself, or else… or else I’ll–” He stopped, feet glued onto the floor, two feet away from the window. “I’ll hit you with this book!”

That comment seemed to scare the intruder into silence. Butters fisted the air and nodded, acknowledging his achievement. “Yeah, that’ll teach em’!” He giggled to himself and strolled proudly back to his bed. His victory was rudely disproven by the loud laughter from the intruder outside.

Butters slowly spun on his heels and tiptoed back to the window. He removed the purple curtains to let the sun back into his dark room, also allowing him to search for the suspect trying to break into his home. Sadly, all Butters could see was the snow coating everything in plain sight surrounding his yard. He sighed, almost deciding to leave before he heard a familiar muffled “Hey!” coming from the outside of the window. He gasped.

Butters fought with all his might to get the clips open, but when he finally did, he practically slammed the window open. “Ken!” He squealed, yanking the orange boy’s gloved hands into his own. Kenny’s big blue eyes shot in surprise at the gesture but soon relaxed. Butters squeezed Kenny’s palms tightly as he exclaimed, “Oh Kenny, am I glad to see you, fella! Come on in, I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything.” Butters helped Kenny hop into his room, wet boots caked with snow and all.

Kenny put his hands up to do something, but before he even had the chance, Butters tackled the poor boy into a tender bear hug. Kenny was hesitant at first, but again, he slowly got used to it and rested his chin snuggly against Butters' soft mound of blonde hair on top of his head. Kenny rubbed Butters’ back with one hand, his other one wrapped around his waist as the two of them rocked back and forth. Butters suddenly felt his eyes grow heavy, and his throat hitched. He buried his face deeper into Kenny’s parka, fingers clutching onto the material for dear life.

Butters always felt like he could come to Kenny for anything, he was so kind and understanding. If Butters was being honest, Kenny McCormick was his best friend out of the four he hung out with. Stan, Kyle, and Eric were fine, it was just that he felt like around Kenny, he could truly be himself, and Kenny would never judge him for that.

More than once or twice Butters had cried himself to sleep over being made fun of because of something he enjoyed. For example, on P.J. day, he wore his favorite “Hello Kitty” pajama pants to school, and everyone laughed at him for it, and called him names like “Gay boy!” “Pussy-cat!”. Everyone except Kenny. He saw how upset Butters was and instantly came to comfort him, holding Butter in his arms the same way he is now. While Butters sobbed quietly, Kenny was there for him. He always was, just letting Butters pour out all of his emotions all over him, without a second thought. Butters felt safe with Kenny, safer than he’s felt with anyone else, even his own parents.

“Butters..? Dude, Hello? What’s wrong? I wanted to ask you if you wanted to play Heros with me and the gang, but–” Butters quickly pulled away, wiping away the tears stained onto his face. He knew that his eyes were a puffy red mess, he just hoped Kenny didn’t further question it. He sucked in a shaky breath and plastered a fake smile. “Ahm-” Butters stuttered, “Its- … Its nothing.” He glanced down miserably at his bare feet. They squeezed against the murky brown carpet as he muttered, “I wish, but I can’t come. I’m grounded again. My parents yelled at me, and now I’ve been stuck in my room for more than a half-hour.” An agitated grunt escaped from Kenny’s mouth, and Butters flinched.

Kenny slowly took off his hood, and carefully walked up to Butters. Butters held his hands up to his face to defend himself. Kenny took Butters arms and gently put them back down, he cradled Butters’ tiny wrists in his still gloved hands. “Dude, chill. I’m not gonna hit you, why would I? Why are you so jumpy all of sudden? What did they do to you?” Butters tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed in distress. “What?”

“Did they hit you?” Kenny asked more sternly. “Did... Did he hit you?” “Wha– No, why would you-” Kenny abruptly rolled up Butters’ sleeves revealing bruises tattered all over his arm. Butters yanked his arm out of Kenny’s reach, trying desperately to cover the scars up. “It’s not what it looks like, Ken! I promise! This is just from… From me playing ball with my dad! Nothing you need to worry about!” Butters giggled nervously, rubbing at the bruises as Kenny stared dumbfounded at him.

“Those are marks from a belt, Butters. I’m not an idiot.” Butters smile faded, turning into a deep frown. “I’m sorry.” He swallowed deeply, and his lips quivered. Kenny raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what? Dude, this isn’t your fault. You’re just a kid, y’know? You can’t help doing stupid shit all the time, you don’t know any better.” A salty tear slid down Butters cheek as he tried to form coherent words. “But– I- I just… I just want my parents to love me again, I wanna be their little ‘Butter-ball’. But no matter what I do, they just get mad at me and ground me. I mean, all I did this time was drink some lemonade that Eric gave me and they still found a way to be upset with me.” Kenny grimaced, unable to respond. “And then whenever I tell them that some of the other fellas are making fun of me, they make me feel like I deserve it.” Butters didn’t try to hold it in anymore, the flow of pure sadness drowned him in his own pitiful sobs, and Kenny rushed to hug him. Butters added through choked hiccups, “And sometimes… I think I do.”

“Butters. Leo, don’t say that. You’re the nicest guy I’ve ever met. All those other guys can go fuck themselves. And your parents definitely don’t deserve such a great son like you.” Butters' eyes crinkled as he grinned weakly. “Aw, thanks, Ken.” He glanced back at his bruises. He touched them slightly, but it stung so he pulled back quickly. “You’re probably lying though.” Kenny stared at Butters in disbelief, eyes squinted.

They stared awkwardly at each other for a hot moment before Kenny reached into his parka’s pocket and took out a Crunch candy bar. Butters gasped softly, trying to contain his excitement. That was Butters’ favorite candy after all (well, aside from Sour Patch Kids, his number one). Kenny nudged the candy bar into Butters’ hand, his lips pressed into a firm line. “I was gonna eat it, but you need it more than I do, with all that you’re going through right now. I hope you take this as ‘Yes, I do mean it’.” Butters beamed at Kenny; his cheeks flushed a healthy shade of pink. “Ken! Ah, of course I believe you now! I can’t believe you remembered!” Kenny looked at him doe-eyed, scratching his head. “Y-yeah, I’ll never forget small details about my best friend, Butters!” Kenny smiled at him goofily.

Butters snickered and plopped onto his bed, gesturing Kenny to sit beside him. Kenny cautiously took the offer, seeming to take extra good measures to stay quiet. “Golly Kenny, what’re you, a spy? My mom and dad aren’t even here, you would know if they were.” Kenny shrugged and sat closely next to Butters. Butters clapped his hands happily then proceeded to open up the chocolate wrapping. Kenny watched intently. Butters peered back up at Kenny. “You can have some if you want. It’s your candy after all.” Kenny shook his head and smiled, as if to say, ‘No, Leo. It’s all yours. Your gift from me.’

Butters ate his Crunch bar in silence as Kenny explored his room with just his eyes, not wanting to be rude by leaving him to sit all alone. Butter quickly got tired of the lack of noise, so he presumed, “Ken, did ya get a taste of Eric’s lemonade? I’d hate to be rude, but I thought it was kinda salty. Isn’t lemonade supposed to be sweet? Sometimes even a little sour?“ Kenny slowly turned his neck toward Butters from its direction the exact opposite of him. Kenny’s face was stuck in a blank expression. “Butters. That was his pee.”

[dahlwatchesmiraculous]

OKAY MY GLACIATOR 2 THOUGHTS:

- Chat noir getting thrown in the bin made me kinda :’(

- as much as I hate ladybug being mad at chat, good for her for standing her ground

- Of all people, I didn’t expect KAGAMI in this episode?? But I’m glad we did and that we got to see her caring for Adrien’s well-being

- Adrien almost getting akumatized???? That was not expected. Why do I feel like that’s forshadowing. Gabe restrained himself this time, but if he’s really desperate, would he actually akumatize adrien???

- Also marinette and Adrien in the park. As soon as that hamster cage appeared I knew it was her imagination agfjajdkv

- It was interesting to see gabe trying to comfort adrien. Like He actually admitted that he’s been distant, so he’s aware that he’s not doing a good job. And smh this man is so fake. “If you ever want to talk I’m here” SHUT UP no you aren’t. It took adrien being so disappointed and heartbroken for you to pay attention to him get outta here. In any other case, adrien would’ve been thrilled to be see his dad expressing concern for him, but his apathy really showed just how hurt he was by the whole ladybug thing. And just wow I thought it was a really interesting scene!!

- The first marichat rehearsal scene was actually amazing I loved it so much. It was so funny

- Post reveal: “wait, so I was ‘buttercup’?”

- AND THEN THEY WENT ON A DATE ahfhajdjnfjdc

- Riding the bus seemed kinda dumb tho, like they really didn’t need to do that, but I understand that they wanted a way for Andre to see them in a somewhat intimate(?) setting idk

- I liked how they were being really honest with themselves in the theater. Rip to the angry guy behind them tho he was just trying to watch lol

- MARICHAT GOT AN UMBRELLA SCENE MARICHAT GOT AN UMBRELLA SCENE MARICHAT GOT AN UMBRELLA SCENE

- It wasn’t that special but it also was okay? IT WAS CUTE LET ME HAVE THIS MOMENT AHFHAJCJSBBCN

- It was weird seeing the battle start and end so late into the episode?? Also really confused on how the heck chat and ladybug knew how to fricken drive a lambo?? Esp thinking back to zombizou when chat tried driving a bus (I mean I know they’re v much not the same thing but it’s still a vehicle neither of them should know how to drive lmao) they were driving a bit too smoothly

- But I liked how they established better boundaries!! Ladybug told him what she’s good with and what isn’t okay, and we see him taking that to heart in the next episodes (tho to be fair, we can’t really be sure bc chat/adrien is also dealing with v conflicting feelings in those episodes too??) I just think it’s interesting how this episode was placed right before hack san and rocketear. The writers want us to see how much he struggles to contain his love for her, just to fracture that love in the next few episodes. We still have yet to see any real consequences from rocketear, but I’m v intrigued.

- chat leaving the battle to return to helping marinette felt like every single marichat fanfic ever ahfhajfjks AND THEN SHE GOT RID OF HER SCRIPT AND SPOKE FROM THE HEART 😭😭😭 and chat’s face as he listened?? I’m just 😭😭😭 he’s NEVER seen this side from marinette before

- AND COME ON he spoke to her as adrien just earlier and saw how she was fumbling with her words. And she told him as chat THAT SHE KEEPS MESSING UP AROUND THE BOY SHE LOVES so??? Cmon piece it together buddy

- But anyway I’m a lil confused. By this point, does adrien know marinette and luka aren’t together anymore?? Bc I wanna know who he thought she was trying to confess to

- But also I can’t stop thinking about how chat noir is adrien. That was adrien right in front of her whom she confessed to. They went to the movies together, they rode the bus together, they walked under an umbrella together. That. Was. Adrien.

- Excuse me as I just *deep breath* AHHHHHHHHH

- Also the way he ran away as soon as her dad called for her 😂😂😂

- Also the last scene, where Adrien’s fired up in fencing again. Idk it felt a lil unclear, did he get his groove back bc of ladybug, or bc of marinette??

- kagami and the manga was p funny too! And I hope marinette saying “you should hang out with me more” actually happens bc I miss seeing kagami ;-;

- “Marinette opened my eyes” you can’t possibly tell me he didn’t start realizing his feelings for marinette after hearing her speak so honestly and being so vulnerable!!!

- Also “whoever the boy is that you love, he’s pretty lucky” KINDA SOUNDS LIKE HE HOPES IT’S HIM IDK

- still sad for alya’s collection of ladynoir photos tho but it’s fine bc she’ll have plenty of that once they get together lol

- And tbh?? I’m upset we didn’t get the “do you like chat noir” conversation between alya and marinette like we all hoped 😭😭 pls stop depriving us 😭😭 pls just have marinette acknowledge her feelings for chat that WE ALL KNOW SHE HAS

- All in all this was a great ep. Every marichat shipper’s dream. My ladynoir heart is slightly bruised but i know everything will come together in the end :’)

[m-y-fandoms]

Peko Pekoyama x female reader fluff one-shot

Request: Heya, is it alright if I request Peko with a female, ultimate Zoologist reader who brings her to play with all the cute fluffy animals and helps them warm up to her? She deserves happiness

Coming right up! And yes!!! Peko does deserve happiness, gotta love her! 

- Mod Kokichi

     It had taken you forever...and I mean forever, to even get Peko’s attention. She was a very introverted person. She was diligent and dedicated to her job, which you knew about, much to her surprise. That was one of the things that actually piqued her interest in you in the first place. Peko didn’t want or have the opportunity to interact with people much in the first place, much less stupid ones, so when you quickly discovered she was Fuyuhiko’s eyes, ears, and protector, she was quite impressed, not that she’d let you know that last bit. She had, though, asked you how you found out as she walked back to her dorm one day after class, you trailing behind like a lovesick puppy.

     “Oh, well my eyes are always on you, how could I miss it?” You let slip and immediately covered your mouth with your hand, cheeks heating in embarrassment. Peko paused her swift walk, and felt her heart skip in what she assumed was a reaction to this awkward confession, a crooked grin on her face. You both stared at each other, before she resumed, a bit faster than before, adjusting the sword on her back and leaving you behind.

     “I have to go now, I have practice soon,” she spoke flatly, and you watched her as she left, scanning that athletic form and the swish of her uniform’s skirt as she left. Gosh...she was something.

     In the coming weeks, you often met her as soon as she left each class, the automated bell tone chiming to signal the period was over. Anyone else would’ve been startled, but not someone as poised and disciplined as her.

     “Peko!” You jumped off the wall you’d been leaning on silently for the past five minutes a little too excitedly. She stilled, Fuyuhiko gliding past her, looking at you both and scoffing lightly before walking down the hall to his next class.

     “Y/N...again.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why aren’t you in class, don’t you have Civic Engagement this period?” Your eyes widened, and you smiled blissfully. How did she know that? You hadn’t told her...maybe she was paying attention to you, too? Maybe she liked you back? Maybe...no you shouldn’t assume things. You took a deep breath.

     “I was wondering if you’d have lunch with me? I know you always have it with Fuyuhiko, b-but...uh…” She gave you an apathetic and absent look, shuffling her books to her other hand. “Nevermind. I can ask another time, I mean if you-“

     “Alright.”

     “W-what? Really? Well that’s...I didn’t think….okay, awesome!” You smiled widely, your feet dancing around wildly. She huffed, eyes closing in a small smile. You were kind of cute, she had to admit, so childlike and easily excitable, but she didn’t see why you were even interested in her. She didn’t do anything attractive to lure someone into a crush. She went to class, followed Fuyuhiko around, studied quietly, went to dueling practice at the school’s dojo, then went to bed. You hadn’t even seen her run any missions or small jobs for Fuyuhiko, so how could anything about her possibly catch your eye? She didn’t dress in any special way. She was a pasty girl with glasses. She didn’t feel insecure or self conscious about these facts, it was normal to her and shallow things like looks and attraction meant nothing, but she found your behavior unusual.

     “Yes, I just have to ask my Young Master if he will allow my absence for lunch, or if he needs me.” She spoke freely, knowing you already were keen to her bodyguard role, and with no one else close by, “I know where you usually sit at lunch, I’ll be there if I’m allowed. If I’m not there a after a few minutes, assume I couldn’t make it.” With that, she walked swiftly away, not waiting for a response.

     Oh wow...she was just...you swooned, walking to your locker.

     When she approached Fuyuhiko in the stairwell minutes later to ask for permission, he just shook his head, sighing.

     “Tch...how many times do I have to tell you? When school is in session, our professional relationship does not exist. Do what you want. You’re making it obvious! She knows, doesn’t she...Y/N?”

     “Young Master, I apologize. I didn’t intend for anyone to find ou-“

     “Stop calling me that!” He leaned his head down over the railing, making sure no one heard in the echoing environment of the stairwell. “Just go, have lunch with her, I’ll see you in last period anyway!” He huffed, taking a step down to make his exit.

     “But Young M- ...Fuyuhiko, I should-“

     “She likes you, yes?” She was caught off guard, a rare occurrence for her.

     “That is irrelevant to the issue.”

     “Ha...I knew it. Just go eat with her. I have work piling up so I’m skipping lunch to get that shit done, plus, sometimes she eats lunch with that other animal freak, Gundham, and I can’t stand being around him for more than five minutes once he starts going off about his demonic shit!” He gestured with his hands before descending the stairs.

     Peko stood there for a second, thinking. Animal freak, huh? Oh yeah...she remembered your ultimate talent, the Ultimate Zoologist. That was another thing about you she admired, loving animals herself despite never being around them. She shook off her thoughts, mechanically turning and reporting to lunch with you. You’d be waiting, eagerly, she was betting.

~

     You sat on one of the outside tables adjacent to Hope’s Peak Academy’s lunch room, full length glass windows providing a barrier to look from the cafeteria out into the courtyard dining area. You always sat outside unless it was raining, looking at the birds that flew in and ducks that took up residence in the one small pond in the courtyard. You sighed, unpacking your lunch and started to munch quietly. There’s no way she was coming, right? She’s always busy, and fiercely loyal to the Kuzuryu’s. You had to accept that, you told yourself, you had to just admit you had no chance of this acquaintanceship becoming more and-

     You did a double take while looking around anxiously, and no, your eyes did not fool you. There was Peko, walking swiftly to the door to the courtyard, pushing it open with one hand, and looking to you, a tray of food in her hand.

     “Peko!” Your smile was from ear to ear instantly. “You came! I saved you a spot!” You tapped on the bench beside to you. She approached, setting her tray down on your table.

     “Looks like you saved all of the spots. Why are you eating alone? Isn’t Gundham usually here?” You paused before answering, yet again taken aback. How did she know that? For someone so aloof, who dodged nearly all of your advances, she sure knew a lot about you. You saw her crimson eyes looking at you expectantly, awaiting a response.

     “Uh...yeah, but, he’s got cleaning duty in the room the animal handling club meets in. You know, scrubbing cages, picking up droppings.” You mimed a scrubbing action with your hands, before setting them back at your side, your fingertips brushing her hip accidentally before pulling back, nervously looking up at her. She blushed, looking away like that didn’t just happen.

     “Yes, I know of that classroom. I’ve looked inside once, momentarily,” she spoke a little too hastily, evidently embarrassed. “Oh, that’s right, your talent is Zoology,” she spoke, pretending she just now recalled this off the top of her head and hadn’t thought about it in length before in her dorm, “You must be in that room a lot then.” There she goes again, bringing up something you didn’t tell her or mentioned in passing when you were sure she was blocking you out. You were starting to think...maybe she wasn’t so indifferent about you.

     “Yeah...I’m there most of the day, since the academy wants us to focus on our talents above all else. But, yeah,” you fiddled with the hem of your skirt, “I’m no warrior like you, but I sure can tell you 191 facts on rabbits or the mating patterns of random pack animals!” You chuckled softly.

     “Lucky you, all the animals I try to interact with hate me. Gundham’ s hamsters cower into his scarf when I pass him, Young Master’s sister has a little dog that growls when I even look at it,” her hands tightened into fists at her side. Was that jealousy you were detecting in her voice? It didn’t matter. To you, any emotion from her was better than the apathy she usually spoke with. She looked to you, realizing how intensely and easily she had admitted that fact. She usually didn’t talk about herself, and she usually didn’t want to. You caught on to her uneasiness, empathetically feeling her tug at your heart. She picked up the fork on her tray, digging into some kind of portion of a pasta dish sectioned off.

     “Really? I wonder why that is. What kind of animals do you enjoy the most?”

     “I suppose the cuter ones. Reptiles and fish are okay, there’s a koi pound at the Kuzuryu mansion that I look at sometimes, but I prefer ones with fur...small ones. Or, rather...I supposed as long as they are fluffy it’s okay. I just want to pinch their little cheeks and scratch their ears, but… I guess they just find me too intimidating...” she trailed off, opening her water bottle and downing a gulp.

     “What? Peko I don’t think you’re intimidating at all! I mean, I suppose having to fight you or getting on your bad side would be, but just as a person, I think you’re strong and confident and a badass and attractive, but not...scary.” You spoke incredulously.

     “Attractive?” She spoke, barely above a whisper.

     “Yeah, sure!” You quickly changed the subject, “I didn’t know you even liked animals, Peko. You should’ve told me a while ago, I can sneak anyone into the animal handling room, even non-club members,” you smiled softly.

     “I...I don’t have time for that, and I would just stress out every animal in there. It’s better if I don’t.”

     “Peko,” you placed a hand on hers, resting on the table, “I know you’re busy but...lunch still has quite a while to go before the bell, and I’m not too hungry. Let’s go now, and you can be done and back at Fuyuhiko’s side before you know it!” She quickly pulled her hand away, grabbing her phone in her pocket.

     “I really can’t, I have commitments, and what if it takes longer than you thought?”

     “Can...can you at least ask Fuyuhiko? Like text him or call or-“ you looked so dejected, she almost felt...sad for you. She wanted to go with you, she really did, but her wants didn’t matter. A tool of clan Kuzuryu is bound to an unbreakable oath. She couldn’t just flake on her duties. She sighed. Taking out her phone to text Fuyuhiko. Upon raising it up in front of her, a notification came in immediately, filling the top of her screen with a message bubble.

[Young Master - 12:17pm: You better not. I’m ordering you to stay away from me until tomorrow.]

     Peko’s eyes widened, looking around at her surroundings. There’s no way Fuyuhiko could be close enough to hear the conversation without her sensing his presence or seeing him. She had a natural intuition for that kind of stuff. Her phone dinged again.

[Young Master - 12:18pm: Do you really think you’re the only eyes and ears I have? Which is WHY, I don’t need you always riding my ass. We have been over this. Bye.]

     She stood quickly, throwing away her mostly uneaten food.

     “Okay, let’s go,” Peko spoke plainly, and you stood, taking her hand and dragging her out of the lunch room at top speed.

~

     You arrived at the door to the animal handling room, watching Gundham pass as he was leaving.

     “Ah, Y/N, if you could treat those abyssal felines to their daily feast, for though they starve, I must away to class lest I be tardy and face that infernal woman’s curses yet again,” he crossed his arms rather crossly. You knew he wasn’t particularly fond of his ethics professor, a very irritable and unfair woman.

     “Yes, Gundham, of course. I take that to mean you fed all the others. Just the cats left for me, yes?”

     “Indeed. My greatest apologies for forcing this burden upon you, my dark accomplice,” he noted Peko’s prescence with a short glance, thinking you in her company was a bit odd, but quickly moving on. “Farewell,” and he sauntered off, the  Four Dark Devas of Destruction looking out of his scarf back at you lovingly as he disappeared down the hall.

     “He’s such a dork, but so kind once you get to know him,” you mused, entering the room with Peko following along. You always felt the need to speak on Gundham’s behalf or defend him, knowing most Hope’s Peak students unfairly judged him.

    “His ‘dark accomplice’?” Peko inquired closing the door behind her as you both entered and you walked further in alone, disappearing into a back closet. She observed the many cages and pet toys, the racks of animal treats and stacks of books on animal anatomy and training. The sounds overwhelmed her, with clicks and squeaks and meows from every angle. “Are you two involved? He seems close with you, though he doesn’t seem to like...people in general.”

     “With Gundham Tanaka?!” You shouted from inside the closet, obviously rummaging around for something. “Pfft! No way, he’s just a close friend. If I was his girlfriend I’m sure he’d be calling me his Goddess of Hell or Demonic Lover or some shit like that,” you laughed, imitating Gundham’s deep voice, “I’m honestly surprised I even earned the title of Dark Accomplice. Like you said, he’s not the most social creature.” You came back out, holding a decently heavy bag of what appeared to be cat food, opened at the top and ready for use. Instantly, the cats in cages, conditioned to know the sound and smell of an impending feeding, began mewling and pacing back and forth against the bars of their cages.

     “Wow, they must really love you,” she noted their perky attitude upon seeing you.

     “What? Nah, they really love the food in my hands right now,” you shook your head, approaching the first cage and opening it, the animal inside trained to not hop out and escape. It awaited impatiently in front of the small bowl in it’s cage as you filled it, Peko watching with an unwavering and envious stare. “I really do feel bad for these little friends...well really all of the animals on campus. Gundham and I take them out to play as much as possible, but seeing them in cages instead of in a loving home... kinda sucks. I guess it’s not all bad. Hope’s Peak has great influence over the country, so we get first call on local strays or abandoned pets, which is better than them going to a shelter or pet shop, I guess.” You sighed, scruffing up the cat’s neck before moving to the next cage. “They aren’t always treated the best elsewhere, but Gundham and I make sure this place is like a palace for them!” She couldn’t help but crack a smile at your trance-like grin, dreamily lost in your love for animals. “And also, we actively scout for potential homes for them, and vet their new owners before handing them over, so they go to a great home, and they don’t stay here too long!” You looked to her finally, noticing the tense posture, like a taut rope about to rip in two. Her fists were clenched again at her sides. There was obviously something on her mind, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what it was. “Peko, do you wanna feed the next one? You can pet her too!”

     “M-me?” She stood at attention now, with a look of low confidence that looked so odd and out of character for this fierce swordswoman.

     “Yeah, of course!” You opened the next cage door and let it swing open, gesturing to the cat inside, “this pussy’s all yours!” Your eyes widened. Why the fuck did I just say that?! You mentally screeched at yourself, forcing a pained smile with gritted teeth. You were lucky that Peko didn’t hear a word after ‘yeah’, her mind completely in go mode, excited to pet this damn cat and finally get to touch something so soft and cute and-

     She rushed up to the cage, darting forth with the energy of a child, and loomed over the entrance with her hand out toward the small calico inside. The cat shrunk back immediately against the back of the cage, it’s spine arched up and fur standing on edge before hissing harshly. Peko reached out further inside the cage, you grabbing her hand.

      “Ah, it’s probably better to not pet her when she’s that stressed. I don’t want  her to bite or scratch you.”

     “I see,” you let her hand go, and it fell flat to her side, her posture slouching a bit as she looked to the ground. “I suspected this would happen.”

     “N-no, she’s just a bit shaken up by how fast you moved. Just like if a person ran at you and you didn’t know them, you’d probably be on the defensive, right? Here, let’s have you just feed her, no need to touch her for that.” You lifted the bag to her, and she, albeit a bit sluggishly, reached her hand in and used the plastic scoop inside the bag to get a hefty amount, and poured it into the bowl, the cat calming a bit. “See, you’re a natural. She’s already warming up to you.” She couldn’t help but smile at your attempt to cheer her up. You closed the cage, and allowed her to feed the rest of the cats in the row, before asking her to sit on the ground in the middle of the room.

     “Why?” She inquired before hesitantly sitting.

     “Did you like the cats?” You ignored her question, moving to the smaller cages on the opposite side of the room.

     “They’re beautiful. I wish I had time to take care of one of my own, but the dorms don’t allow pets anyway, so it doesn’t matter I suppose.”

     “What’s your opinion on hamsters?” She grew excited, crossing her legs on the floor and removing the sword from her back, setting it beside her.

     “They’re cute! So cute! But...Gundham’s hate me. I’ve never pet one before.”

     “Well here’s your chance,” her eyes lit up at your words as you removed a small, pale-yellow colored rodent from the cage, cradling it gently in your hands and sitting on the floor in front of her, closer than you’ve ever been to the great warrior. “Now, this little guy isn’t as well trained as Gundham’s, but he won’t bite, and he’s quite loving. Open your hands, gently,” she obeyed, opening her palms, her heart rate spiking. Her uncurled fingers were angled stiffly and sharply like claws, “gently…relax, he’s not even sweatin’ it, so you shouldn’t either.” She exhaled deeply, a bit embarrassed, and you let the little fur ball transfer into her pale hands, Peko gasping loudly.

     “He’s so soft...and fat!” She grinned her signature crooked grin, putting him into one hand and scratching his ear with the other.

     “Yep!” You laughed at the tone of her voice, loving this moment. It was amazing to see her at ease and happy, instead of the flat, emotionless expression usually plastered across her visage.

     “What’s his name?”

     “Oh! Well he’s newer. Gundham usually thinks of the names, but all of his suggestions this time around were stupid so I told him I’m taking custody,” you both laughed, with yours being more pronounced and hers more of a breathy snort out of her nostrils. “I think he kind of looks like Fuyuhiko, tiny and blonde. Maybe we should call him Little Fuyu or Hiko Junior!” You mused.

     “Young Master would be very angry if he found out,” she spoke without looking at you, completely lost in this hamster’s beady eyes and tiny claws. You cleared your throat, a thought clawing at your mind at the mention of Fuyuhiko. You suddenly got nervous.

     “H-hey, Peko. Are you and Fuyuhiko involved?” It was a fair question, right? I mean, she asked you the same earlier, “Like, on the side of your duties, a forbidden love unknown to his dad, Lord Kuzuryu, the great clan father!” You tried to play off the awkwardness with humor. She obviously didn’t catch on to that.

     “No, of course not. That would be extremely inappropriate. It’s my job to serve him.” She let the hamster run across her thigh, it’s little legs scratching at her tights as she smiled down at him. Oh man her thighs....

     “Oh, well…” you were about to leave it at that. No, it’s now or never. She’s going to go back to her duties then you’ll never get another chance like this, “Peko...I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me…” You looked to the ground, unable to face her. Her body froze as stunned by a taser.

      “I can’t…”

     “Oh,” you expected this response. “Are you, like...not into girls? If that’s the case that’s totally fine! I respect that.” You presented this excuse, hoping she’d take it, desperately not wanting to hear the gut wrenching truth that she just was not into you.

     “No, that’s not the issue at all. I am just...Y/N, you know I have duties and lessons and not much else matters to me.” Okay, that didn’t hurt as much as hearing you were just unattractive and plain or worse, repulsive. But it still stung.

     “I wouldn’t mind waiting for any spare moment you had, or even helping with Fuyuhiko to lessen you duties, if you would just give me a chance.” You felt like an asshole, guilting or pressuring her, so you changed up your stance. “Uh, you know what, it’s okay if you just don’t like me back, that’s totally your choice and you can say tha-“

     “No, I do.”

     “W-what?” Did you hear that right?

     “I do...like you.” She unwillingly admitted, her white cheeks turning scarlet. “But, I owe my life to Clan Kuzuryu…” she brought the small rodent up to her face, placing her lips on its tiny head in a swift kiss.

     “Man, I wish that were me,” you admitted, defeated. You had nothing to lose at that point. When Peko’s lips touched your cheek in a blur of motion, leaving a firm peck, you stiffened up, a chill running over you.

     “P-Peko?”

     “I suppose...just one date wouldn’t burden my Young Master too much. I’ll ask him tomorrow. But… if he says no, I want you to know it wasn’t my choice. I want to hang out with you, even in a date type of setting. I...enjoy your company more than I let on.” There’s that lopsided grin again, the habit of a girl who didn’t smile often.

     “You’re serious? You’re not just joking around with me?” She handed the hamster to you, and you quickly put it in its cage and turned to her again.

     “I don’t joke.” She said flatly, straightening out her skirt and reclaiming her sword as she stood. You held in a chuckle at her serious tone, leading her to the door.

     “Okay, it’s a...potential date, then. Let me know?” She nodded in response.

     “I must go to class now, I’ll text you with an update later.” What?

     “How do you have my phone number?” You stood dumbfounded. She didn’t stop, talking as she walked away.

     “Young Master has it, from that one time you had a group project with him. I...acquired it, just in case I needed it. Bye.” She rushed down the hall.

Gosh...she was something...

[cutesycadaver]

Pellets

And now my creepypasta parody of Cupcakes (Mlp)

Content warning/violence, torture, Cannibalism, death, twists

After their plan had blown up in their faces, Brain was ready to collapse. He was lying on their sponge bed while Pinky was messing around on a lab computer. “Brain, come look!” He called, He begrudgingly got up from their bed, feeling quite sore. “What is it Pinky?” Brain grumbled “I found this video Reading Cupcakes (creepypasta) it’s about Pinkie Pie! Though cupcakes and haunted spaghetti sounds strange.” Brain looked at the screen, the video showed a cupcake with rainbow frosting “How do you know it’s about Ms. Pie?” Brain already knew Pinky was amazed by the horse he shared a name with but the video didn’t seem to directly state anything regarding her. “Oh, She was on the front but her mane was really straight and flat and her eyes were so small, poit.” Brain was growing suspicious “Pinky don’t you believe this seems...sketchy.” “Maybe but it’s Pinkie, It’s gotta be fun fun silly willy! Let’s watch it together!” Brain was hesitant “Alright” he mainly wanted to be there to turn off if (more like when) it turned sour.

At first it seemed like Pinkie Pie came seeking Rainbow Dash wanting some help making cupcakes, but took a gruesome turn. The problem being both mice were entranced and couldn’t get themselves to stop the video before it was too late. When the video finally ended there was a minute of absolutely nothing. They had wrapped themselves tightly together, both shaking. “B-Brain?” Pinky stuttered, shattering the deafening silence. “Yes, Pinky” Both mice sounded rather dreary “I-I’m s-scared” “I know you are.” Brain couldn’t get himself to admit he was too. “We should get to bed regardless.” The smaller mouse trying to regain his typical demeanor. He broke away from the embrace quickly, standing up. “O-ok, I mean ok, narf” Pinky attempted the same though his narf was far less enthusiastic than it typically was.

The two curled up next to each other, far closer than normal. “Pinkie isn’t really like that is she?” Pinky asked genuinely “Of course not, Pinky, it was just a story. You know Ms. Pie is just like you.” Brain rubbed his companion’s arm in an attempt to comfort him. “Just like me?” “Yes.” Suddenly the fatigue he felt earlier hit him like a truck. “We should sleep Pinky” he yawned “Ok Brain” he sheepishly grinned. Brain’s eyes slipped shut, his last sight was his still quite awake cagemate, seemingly content though.

Brain awoke with a start, though the cage was still quite dark. Now that he thought about it, was he in the cage? He seemed to be suspended upright in the air by ropes tied to his wrists and ankles. His heart began to race, What was happening? Where was he? “Pinky?” He called out, concern flooding his tone. “Oh, you’re awake sleepy head!” A familiar cockney accent giggled calmly “Pinky, you’re ok! Where are we? What’s happening?” Brain couldn’t see anything but Pinky was near, that was good “This is my workshop you silly goose. And your number came up, you get to join the party!” Workshop? Number? Party? Before Brain could voice any of his inquiries the lights flickered on. His eyes couldn’t believe it. There were tables with various painted mouse skulls as centerpieces. Balloons made of livers and kidneys and stomachs were all around . Streamers of intestines lined the top of the walls of the gritty basement Brain was in. “Welcome to the Party, isn’t it fun fun silly willy that I finally get to work with a friend!” Pinky appeared in front of him, donning a fur coat made of squares of, all too familiar, whites, grays and browns. “P-Pinky cease this foolishness at once.” Because that’s all it was, an elaborate prank, a stupid joke. “But I can’t Brain, it’s my job. And a job is a job is a job and I gotta do it, troz.” “What job?” “To turn you into food pellets, Brain.” He paused “Pinky this isn’t funny!” Brain shouted struggling against the restraints. “Well cause it’s not a joke Brain.” Pinky giggled. As Brain moved trying to free himself, he caught eye of a table with various tools typically used by the surgical scientists. It wasn’t a joke.

“Pinky, I-I’m sorry. I-I’ll be better, no more bad names, we’ll play the games that you like...every other night. We’re friends, Pinky, you can’t do this.” He pleaded, whatever would make him change his mind, anything “Brain, I already told you it’s my job” no no he needed more “Pinky I...I” he needed to force the words out, his life did depend on it “Pinky I love you! I always have, please, let me go, I’ll keep quiet, I’ll love you forever. No one will know I promise.” Pinky stood in shock for a moment, then lovingly looked at him “Oh, Brain!” He swooned, he came closer. Brain crashed their lips together in a hopeful deep kiss. “Zounds, Brain! I’ve never gotten a goodbye kiss before. Oh, Thank you it was so sweet. This batch is sure to be good.” Pinky pulled away seeming giddy but Brain’s hope died as his friend spoke. “Pinky...but…” “Aren’t you a smarty Brain, I told you it’s my job, zort.” His gleefully expression drooped. “I don’t make the rules, Brain. I really wish I did but your number came up and those are the rules.” Pinky shrugged “Pinky…” Brain started not entirely sure what he would say “Wait Brain, I just remembered something.” Pinky ran off to another part of the room. Brain’s immediate thought was to think to escape but then if he did what would he do, to hide from Pinky, with the knowledge of this, to cope, with his life.

Pinky was back as soon as he left, hiding his hands behind his back. “Brain guess who’s here to see you?” Pinky asked gleefully, Brain stayed in silent confusion raising an eyebrow “Hey Brain, it’s me Snowball, let’s ditch the dummy and take over the world together.” Pinky said in a poor impression of the hamster. He waved around a skull reminiscent of Brain’s own head. Brain gasped, he and Snowball were enemies but the knowledge he was dead made him sick. “I know he didn’t have a number like everyone else” blue eyes stared into the empty sockets “but when would I be able to try hamster meat again. I remember you liked them, said they were slightly more salty. Troz” Brain remembered the taste so vividly now in utter disgust. At the time the fact that the food pellets seemed to change two days after he defeated Snowball didn’t mean anything. Now it meant everything. This dawned the revelation that he was eating mice on the regular. Nausea took over his senses, Brain wanted to pass out.

Pinky studied the look on Brain’s face, then seemed to snap his attention to the table of tools. “Oh, Brain, We’re getting behind, we should get started.” Brain swallowed hard, he wanted to voice more pleas for escape but couldn’t force the words out. Pinky picked up a scalpel “I should get your fur patch first so it does get all icky and red, narf!” The tick that usually gave Brain mild irritation or silent bliss now sent puncturing fear and disbelief through his veins. Pinky went to his back and, with the scalpel, lightly cut a heart. When he got to be about the full size of his back, he placed the scalpel where he started, pressing further into the flesh. “Nyaaaaaa!” Brain writhed, the cold blade sliced through his back. Pinky traced the heart carefully, cleanly cutting the skin. Blood started to run down from the bottom of the heart. Brain instinctively struggled against the searing pain. “Brain, stop moving, I’ll mess up the cut.” Pinky complained, Brain forced his body to comply, with the hope Pinky might spare him with mild injuries if he behaved. Taking deep breaths to try to slow his heart, even though he knew it wouldn’t do much. Pinky had completely traced his work, setting the scalpel down, he placed a hand at the top of the heart and slowly peeled the flesh from his friend’s back. Brain stiffened, eyes widened, he let out a small squeaky cry, a single tear rolling slowly down his cheek. He forced his eyes closed to prevent more tears. Pinky eyed his work, satisfied with how it came out. He walked around to face Brain and show him the pelt. “Oh Brain it’s perfect! I made yours special, it’s heart shaped. I usually make them squares.” As Brain tried to open his eyes a wave of agony washed over him as the air pushed against the open wound.

Pinky went to place the pelt somewhere else in the room. Brain steadied his breaths trying to ignore the pain. He realized just how out of control of the situation he really was. He pondered the irony of his demise. It was almost funny. Almost. “ I’m back, zort” Pinky greeted, his usual cheery tone felt foreign in Brain’s ears. The lanky mouse went over to the tools, grabbing a simple kitchen knife. “Now for your ziggy-zaggy tail.” Pinky went behind Brain, wrapping a hand directly under the first bend. The contact would be sensual if not for what Brain knew what was coming. Pinky slammed the blade down, creating a red slit at the base of his friend’s tail. Brain writhed as the agony jolted through him. Pinky took a couple more strikes. Lingering on a third to slide the knife through the cut, as he wasn’t making progress. Brain let his tears flow freely, he quite literally had nothing left to lose. Pinky struck the tail again, it did nothing. “Guess I forget to sharpen it.” Pinky dropped the knife on the table. He picked up a hack-saw “Brain, why do they call it a hack-saw, it doesn’t hack, that’s what I was doing with the knife, it’s a saw poit.” Pinky giggled, Brain quietly sobbed. Pinky grabbed the tail again “Pinky?” Brain sniffled “Yes Brain” “I want to go home.” This was pathetic, he was pathetic and he wanted to be alone. “I feel like that sometimes too but I gotta finish a job zort.” He placed the saw in the cut “Oh, Like how we do with your plans, we never really finish but we get as far as we can before we fail.” Pinky pushed the saw, cutting through the flesh. “You know, Brain, I don’t usually keep the tails, but yours is just so special I had to!” Pinky giggled but soon the sound of grinding flesh and bone was the only sound that filled Brain’s ears. Pinky sawed through the appendage until it was only attached by a bit of flesh “Hey Brain, think fast poit!” He didn’t have time to register what Pinky said before his tail was ripped away from his body peeling a long strip of skin from his back with it. Brain couldn’t handle the pain slowly passing out as it surged through him.

Brain felt a small pinch before awareness filled his head. “It’s very rude to fall asleep when your friend is hanging out with you, you know.” Pinky reprimanded “I mean what I fell asleep in the middle of a plan, ‘Sorry Brain, you’re just sooooooooooo boring.’” Brain looked up about to make his own snarky remark before noticing Pinky was chewing on something, flashing a curious look. The lanky mouse took notice. “I needed to try some so I took a sample from your leg. Want some?” Pinky shoved a small piece of meat into the shorter mouse’s mouth. Brain spit out the chunk of his own flesh. He shuddered at the fact it tasted good. “You could have just said no, it’s not like you haven’t eaten the food pellets before.” Pinky said surprisingly curtly. “Ahhhhhh!” Brain finally felt the wound on his thigh, for where the “sample” had been taken. He started to sob as he fully remembered the earlier events. Pinky started to laugh “You really should have seen this coming Brain, it says I’m insane in the intro.” Brain’s expression twisted into a scowl. “Oh you’re cute when you’re angry but for falling asleep, I’ve got a surprise.” Pinky walked away leaving Brain very confused.

He came back with a nail gun. “Pinky...what are you doing?” Brain said, faking his sternness and attempting to swallow his fear. “You’ll see!” Pinky giggled, turning on the power tool. He knelt down to be eye level with Brain feet. He struggled against the restraints once again. “Pinky!” He reprimanded, he was ignored,�� the nail gun pressed against his left foot. Brain’s heart sped up, his breath hitched, his fear became known once more. “Please...don’t…” he whimpered weakly, he was ignored again, a nail shot through his foot. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The immediate pain of the puncture registered first but it was soon realized that the nail was burning the flesh surrounding it. He was using heated nails. Boiling blood ran off his foot and onto the rope that held it in place. Pinky went to the other foot as Brain writhed. The second nail went in, cauterizing the wound it formed. Fresh tears spilled fast and freely as another scream could be heard, Pinky giggled. He walked away, probably to go get something. Brain heard Pinky’s sadistic laughs, wondering if this really was the adorable goofball he fell in love with.

Pinky walked back towards him, heading towards something behind his tool table, a bundle of wires in hand. Brain couldn’t quite see what he was doing but Pinky appeared to be attaching the wires to something. He walked back in front of him, holding the ends of two wires. “Oh Brain I think you’ll find this next one quite shocking, narf!” he laughed “Pinky please, I’m sorry you...you don’t have to do this.” He pleaded softly, the nails still deliriously painful “You shouldn’t have been such a sleepy head Brain.” Pinky’s tone was casual “Don’t you bop me when I do something stupid?” “I-I thought you liked the bops?” “Oh I do Brain! They feel funny and make me get all…gooshy!” Pinky giggled, his eyes going half lidded and a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. “Don’t you love me, Pinky?” The mouse in question blinked out of his lovesicktrance “Well of course Brain, you’re my best friend!” Pinky hugged him, making all his wounds sting, including the one in his heart “Than why…” “Because! It’s! My! Job! And these are the rules. I know you don’t always get it when I say silly things but this isn’t silly. You tell me I gotta do my job and do it right all the time!” Pinky seemed to grow very angry on a dime, tying the wires to the nails “If you really loved me you wouldn’t do this!” Brain shouted, more pain than actual anger. Pinky walked over to where he before “You need to calm down Brain this might help.” A mischievous gleam in his eyes, he pulled a lever. Suddenly a strong electrical current coursed through Brain’s entire body. His muscles tensed, the pain unbearable and unchanging, the screaming uncontrollable and straining. Brain finally felt his body lost consciousness even though he tried to force himself through theare pain.

Another needle pinch in his abdomen before the awareness and trepidation came flooding back. “I’M SORRY! Pinky, I’m sorry.” Tears filled his eyes, wishing for mercy “Hush, It’s time for the harvest, this part’s my favorite, narf!” Pinky took a scalpel and pressed it deep into Brain’s sternum. The blood trailing down either side of his chest. He pulled the scalpel down his stomach. Pinky giggled at Brain’s screams. Peeling open the flesh to reveal the organs underneath. “Now to separate the good stuff from the bad stuff this is so fun fun silly willy! Like your plans, oh your plans. I’m sorry Brain you never got your world, didn’t you?” The sentiment sounded sincere yet demeaning “Pinky…” teary eyes looked into a sea of horrible sadistic beauty “Pinky you are my world.” Brain said in true defeat. He supposed it made sense that his world would end him. “Oh Brain, you stole my heart.” Pinky looked at his surgical work. He recklessly shoved his arm into his lover's ribs and pulled the aforementioned organ from Brain’s writhing body. “Now I stole yours ha ha ha narf!” With one last breath Brain’s eyes slipped shut.

Brain awoke a start, in bed, he was in bed. Brain was back in the cage, it was morning. He looked beside him, Pinky wasn’t there. “Pinky? PINKY!” panic filled his voice. “You’re awake! Brain? Are you ok?” “Y-you strapped me to a table! I-in a basement with dead mice everywhere! A-and you turned me into food pellets!” He spoke frantically “Brain that’s Rocket to Insanity silly.” “Huh?” “Rocket to Insanity, that’s the one where Rainbow Dash dreamed up Cupcakes and then goes to Pinkie and stabby-stabs her. Wait, you’re

not gonna stab me are you, Brain?” The smaller mouse looked at his friend in relief then processed his question. Without another moment his lips were locked with Pinky’s. “So that’s a no?” “I would never stab you, Pinky.” He stated gently “And you’re an idiot for ever thinking I would.” Brain quipped “There’s my Brain!” Pinky hugged him “I love you Pinky.” If that dream made anything clear it’s that those words needed to be said. “Really Brain?” Blue eyes gleamed hopeful “Yes, Pinky, really.” Pinky pressed their lips together. “I love you too.”

[reyescarlos]

Buddie + Prompt 38

38. I lost the baby

Goodness, sorry this is late. Please forgive me, pal. See now, I was originally going to write a sad fic but I got lovingly yelled at for the last one so I’ll make it up with Buddie shenanigans lmao

“Close the door!” Buck shouts the second the Eddie comes home. He does so immediately, the knee-jerk reaction kicking in.

“What the hell?” Eddie asks, setting down his duffle bag at the door and stepping further into the house.

Buck is on all fours, crawling around the foyer, his face the picture of distress. “I lost the baby,” he says as if this is a casual, everyday statement to make.

“Okay, how about we try that again, only this time you start making some sense,” Eddie says, stepping around Buck and going into the kitchen. He can hear Buck grunt and footsteps following after him.

From the doorway Buck wears a guilty expression that does nothing to quell Eddie’s uncertainty of over whatever it is he’s just walked into.

“Don’t get mad,” Buck begins, to which Eddie rolls his eyes. Nothing good ever follows a preface like that.

“What did you do, Buck?” Eddie asks tentatively, pulling a glass down from the cupboard and pouring himself some water.

Buck looks down sheepishly and Eddie can’t help but to imagine what he looked like as kid. He’s wearing the same face of a child expecting to be reprimanded for doing something they knew full well they weren’t supposed to be getting into.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I was just trying to do something nice,” he says. “I, uh, I got Chris some hamsters.”

Eddie almost chokes on the gulp of water he’s just taken. He pounds his sternum, his eyes watering a bit. Through blurry eyes he can see Buck wincing. Eddie coughs once and clears his throat.

“You did what now?”

“I thought he would like them. And I know, I know, I should have run it past you before I got them but as far as first pets go for a kid, hamsters are pretty low maintenance, right? It’s better hamsters than a puppy you’d have to house train and they’re way cooler than lame fish you can’t even touch or else they die,” Buck says matter-of-factly, his words coming out swiftly, undoubtedly sensing Eddie’s rebuttal.

“Low maintenance?” he counters, amused. “Is that what you’d call an animal you’ve already lost somewhere in this house?”

“I—okay, you see, that was a total accident. It was just so small; I didn’t think it’d move so damn fast before I could close back the cage.”

“Where are the others?” Eddie asks, holding up a hand to stop Buck and save him from floundering even further.

“In the living room,” he replies bashfully.

Eddie shakes his head and leaves the kitchen, going straight into the living room to find that there is indeed a hamster cage sitting on the coffee table beside bag of pet supplies. He looks back at Buck who offers a weak shrug.

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie laughs. “Adorable but so ridiculous.” He peers inside of the cage where the mother hamster is snoozing away and tucked onto the side of her brown and white fur is a smaller hamster with the same pattern.

“What color is the jailbird?” Eddie asks, standing upright, eyeing the time. Carla and Chris are set to come home in about half an hour and he wants to clear this whole matter up before then.

“It’s black and white,” Buck says, dropping down to the floor again. “It couldn’t have gotten far, right? God, what if we don’t find it?” he mutters.

Eddie amusement instantly turns to concern. Buck seems genuinely troubled by this.

“It’ll turn up, don’t worry. I’ve got an idea,” he says, going into the tote bag next to the cage. He fishes out a few pellets and places them on an open area of the living room floor. “Maybe we can lure it back in. Worth a shot anyway.”

Buck nods in agreement and continues his search. Eddie nods to himself before joining, turning over pillows and constantly watching where he’s stepping just in case the rogue hamster meets an untimely demise.

After twenty minutes of poking around, Buck throws up his hands in defeat. “Alright, I’m calling it,” he sighs. “I think it got sucked into a black hole.”

Eddie hates to admit it but the odds really aren’t looking too good for them or their rodent friend. He’s about to speak when he hears the sound of the door unlocking, followed by Carla calling out.

“Eddie? We’re here,” she announces, followed by her speaking in an undertone to Chris.

“Daddy?” Chris says aloud, Eddie already bounding to the door to greet him, Buck on his heels.

“Hey, buddy. How was your day?” he asks, giving his son a warm hug.

“What is that?” Carla cries out, moving backwards and gripping Chris’ shoulder to move him as well.

Buck’s head snaps in the direction she’s looking at grins like it’s Christmas morning and he’s gotten the present he’d been begging his parents for. Everyone watches as Buck squats down and picks the hamster up. Carla’s eyes are wide, her face in a grimace but Eddie looks immediately to Chris and watches the excitement wash over his face.

“That,” Buck says, “is Chris’ new friend coming to say hello. He was waiting on you to come home.”

Chris reaches out both hands and Buck carefully transfers the hamster over. Eddie’s heart warms at the sight at his two favorite people having a special moment.

“Buck got him for you,” Eddie mentions, watching as Chris gently scratches the top of the hamster’s head.

“Thank you, Buck,” Chris says, beaming up at Buck who mirrors it back.

“No problem. I’m really glad you like it because I’ve got two more waiting for you, come on,” he says excitedly, leading the group back into the living room to introduce Chris to the others.

[victorious-hypersnakes]

Reasons POTC 2 is my favourite movie:

-the giant squid

-it’s more colourful than the first movie

-the way it eschews Hollywood conventions; it starts with cannibal island and ends with one of the heroes killing the other one

-Naomie Harris

-did I mention the giant squid?

-Awesome special effects, admittedly some are a bit dated now, but many of the CGI shots are still photorealistic today

-the fact that it’s a Hollywood movie where the stakes aren’t high; what drives the action is that Jack is in trouble, Will and Elizabeth are criminals, and Will’s father is imprisoned- at no point do aliens threaten the safety of the planet

-It’s a story about fathers and sons, which is rare for a Hollywood action movie to do well

-squid

-the fact that, even though the plot is so complicated, it’s easy to follow, because all characters have clear motivations and the plot is driven by physical actions (eg. Jack isn’t safe at sea, the key opens the chest, etc)

- Jack, Will’s father, and Elizabeth all do terrible things in this movie, but we still root for them, because the movie does such a great job fleshing out their characters. Jack sells Will out to Davy Jones and leaves the Black Pearl behind as the Kraken attacks it, but we root for him because he comes back. Elizabeth kills Jack, but she does it to save the pirates. Will’s father abandons him at birth, but he bets his life, and loses it to help him.

-all the action is interesting. I can’t remember a single action scene from the 4th and 5th movies, but I remember the cannibal cages and the giant hamster wheel

-the soundtrack

- the fact that all that plot and all the intrigue goes away at the end, and it becomes a story about one ship vs. one hungry boy

[themadauthorshatter]

Red Queen and Dorothy Must Die Headcanons part 2!!!

Like before, Red Queen first. Reday? HERE WE GO!!

Even before his betrothal to Evangeline, Cal met and was good friends with Ptolemus. The two met during a meeting between the high houses and had a small sparring session, maybe got into a slap fight because one of them cheated, and ultimately remained on good terms until Tibe's murder

Evangeline saw a broadcast of the King giving a speech with Elara, Maven, and Cal present. She saw Cal and her mother pointed to him and said, "One day, that boy will be the king. And you will be his queen."

Mare did cut her hair once, but it looked horrible, so she let it grow long

Daniel, Mare's dad, SAW Tibe, but did not formally meet him or even introduce himself. The only interaction they had was an order and "yes, sir."

Tibe's weapon on the front was not a typical gun. He used a bayonet instead because he wasn't the best shot, but was good with a blade

One day, while spending time with his father, and while he was a boy, Cal asked him where Mother was. Tibe simply answered that she was here and Cal could find and talk to her, if he wanted. Cal corrected himself by asking, "No, where's my mother? Uncle Julian's sister?" Tibe was very uncomfortable, but answered, after a long moment, "She's not around. Not anymore." Cal asked if she'd come back and Tibe shook his head

Elara was not Cal's biggest fan. She thought he was a spitting image of Coriane and was too emotional, even when he was training as a soldier

Someone started a false rumor that Elara was sleeping with Volo Samos. Because he was constantly drinking and in a giggly mood, Elara thought Tibe started the rumor, which he denied knowing anything about, despite how funny it was. After the rumors died down, Julian admitted to Sara that he started the rumor

In addition to knowing Morse, Tibe was also fluent in signing (one of his commanders was deaf)

Maven had always wondered what was happening in the Lakelands. Cone King's Cage, he'd get his answer

Cal did learn how to speak the language of the Lakelanders, but it ultimately grew rusty as time went on

Cal does not drink very often. It's only on special occasions, and even then he only has a small amount of alcohol

During Theory lessons, Cal actually got raptured ear drums from the blanks being shot of near his head. It wasn't too bad at first, but he noticed something was wrong when he was eating dinner with his family and couldn't hear their utensils against their plates or the conversation they were having. Sara started healing his ears after every Theory lesson and he had to spend some time in the library with Julian

Onto Dorothy Must Die:

Thank goodness she went to Oz, because for a while Amy watching and reading Willy Wonka/Charlie and The Chocolate Factory

Before he parents got divorced, Amy was quite the gamer. She also learned more from reading magazines and hearing gossip

Dorothy never got the chance to really talk to Tommy. He was bummed out when she disappeared again, but he never forgot the girl who traveled over the rainbow

Amy is a future relative of Tommy's, like his neice or cousin (maybe his grand daughter?)

Amy does not like farms. At all. If you take her on a date to a farm, don't expect a second date

Dustin felt guilty when Amy was taken to Oz; he thought she'd ran away

To calm himself down when he was stressed, Nox would sit under the stars and listen to everything around him, a habit that he kept up in Kansas

Pete used to have a small crush on Nox, and some jealously, but that all changed when he saw the "no nonsense" guy he was. And it got weird when he thought about Nox's history

I already made a post on this, but screw it: DO NOT TOUCH NOX'S HAIR

One of the first things Amy made Nox watch was the Final Destination series and Breaking Bad. He laughed for the most part, but was quick to leave the hall and bathroom as fast as he could so no acid dissolved bodies would fall on him (watch Breaking Bad, you'll see what I mean)

Nox isn't exactly a dog person. Nothing against domestic dogs, but he had a run-in with one of The Lion's wolves, one that led to a severely close call and a disinterest toward dogs.

If you time it just right, you can find Nox free soloing up Mount Gilikin, no gear, no ropes, just his bare hands and feet. He doesn't usually fall because he's good at climbing.

Amy and Nox do actually get their own pets: Amy gets a hamster and names it Jellia. Nox caves and gets two cats (his landlord's okay with it as long as Nox doesn't try to smuggle in the raccoon he found in the dumpster), a black cat named Cave and an oriental shorthair names Wicked

Surprisingly, Madison, Dustin, Amy, and Nox hang out quite often, which helps Nox big time since he's kinda new to Kansas

Madison got Nox into Naruto and some other funny meme stuff. Amy still hasn't forgiven her. Or Nox

And there's the Headcanons part 2... which no one probably asked for...

Oh, well, hope you all still enjoyed!!

[mysweetestcreature]

Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 4: Yesterday

(Banner by the wonderful noblewomankat!)

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Masterlist

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Friday, October 3, 2008

        There are a few outstanding moments in his life that Harry can recall having screwed up beyond belief. 

        The first time was when he was four years old and had let Gemma’s hamster, Crumb, out of her cage because he thought she needed some fresh air and the wide-open space of their backyard back in Holmes Chapel. Just hear him out for a second! For months he had been training her to do tricks, like how to jump over his Legos and even how to play dead (she was really good at that one). So, of course he thought she could handle herself outside! His sister had arrived home from tennis practice just in time to see the defenseless Crumb be snatched from the ground by an unforgiving hawk. 

        The second time had been when he was eleven and he had spoiled his nan’s surprise party despite his mum having specifically instructed him to shut his mouth about it. Preparation had started well over seven weeks ago, with family coming from all over England to celebrate her sixtieth birthday bash. His job was to run around and help her run errands while everyone set up for the party back at the house. It had started off fine, really! They had gone to the farmer’s market in Sandbach to get the freshest ingredients for Nan’s special eggplant parmesan that she was going to make that night for a mini celebration. And maybe –– just maybe, since he can’t quite remember the exact event –– he had said something along the lines of “I dunno why you’re cooking when Mum’s already having food catered for the part” as she was sorting through tomatoes for the ripest ones. (Although, he’ll be the first to defend himself and say that leaving him in charge of distracting his nan was just a disaster waiting to happen... so, maybe that one wasn’t entirely his fault.)

        Finally, and quite possibly the absolute worst of them all is right now. He feels completely paralyzed. A pair of sticky glossed lips pressed firmly to his, and the cheers of the crowd on their post-game high roar through his ears, and yet he can’t distinguish a single sound. Arms limp at his side, his football helmet hanging only by the tip of his pinky finger. For a moment, it’s like he doesn’t know where he is. If it weren’t for the screech of a clarinet’s tune gone wrong from the sidelines, he would have remained in such a comatose state. 

        When his mind finally decides to cooperate with him, he’s able to blink his way back to reality, and with it is shoved back to how awfully wrong this all feels. Looking immediately in front of him, it all becomes that more real. Everything comes back to him, and it’s like all these senses flood into his consciousness. It all makes him feel woozy. His helmet falls to the ground, and he fights off the arms that insist on keeping him in their grasp until he’s free and his lips feel relief in the exposure of cool air. Like touching fire, he recoils, taking a huge leap back.

        “Zoey,” he says so exasperatingly with his hands flying up to his head and running through his hair, “I... I’m not...” How is he supposed put this in a way she’ll understand? Without sounding like a complete arse? “I don’t-” But his jaw becomes slack as he’s brought to an abrupt halt when he catches glimpse of the pink and grey checkered scrunchie briskly making her way in the opposite direction. No! This was not meant to happen, or if it were to have gone his way, it would’ve been her stood before him instead. 

        Harry had it all planned out. The best game of his life had just been played, and it wasn’t for the glory or the bragging rights or even to make Coach Davis crack his first smile in over twenty-two years. It was meant to give him the confidence to finally tell the girl that he’s completely fallen for that she’s all he ever thinks about since the moment she’d almost knocked him over on that first day of school. 

        “Wait!” he yells after her, dodging yet another one of the redhead’s persistent attempts to bring him back in. He ignores all those who call his name, doesn’t even apologize for having accidentally bumped his left shoulder pad into a school reporter’s back. Her image is quickly lost, and he starts to grow more nervous because he can feel her getting farther away and all hope of catching up to her seems to be slowing vanish. All he can do is repeat her name over and over and count on her hearing him and turning right around. 

        But she doesn’t. 

        Once he’s able to escape the congested field, it’s like she’s completely vanished. She’s nowhere in sight. He looks all around, spinning in a complete circle just to find her amongst the hundreds of people in attendance, but none of them are her. 

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        “Y/n...” Cici tries, turning to her in the back of her mom’s SUV. “Are you... I mean, do you want to talk about it?” 

        Y/n continues to stare intently out the window, only letting out a breath once the lights of the school fade away. She wipes along her lower lash line before slowly shaking her head. No order of words can be used to describe how she feels right now. This feeling is so unfamiliar and such a burden to carry in her chest. It makes her feel tired and hurt and hysterical all at the same time. 

        “There’s nothing to say,” she whispers, her voice cracking mid-sentence. She shuts her eyes tight, trying to appease the sting behind her irises before she completely loses control over the reign on her emotions. 

        But that awful image seems to be permanently embedded behind her eyelids like the most frightening of nightmares. No matter how hard she tries, it’s as though nothing can erase the memory. Seeing him with someone else –– it doesn’t even matter who it was –– was like having the rug taken from under her feet only to let her fall without sight of where she’ll land. Just having stood there, watching as he had just let her kiss him so easily had been too much for her to watch. And maybe it’s because that could’ve been her in Zoey’s place had she told him sooner that she’s been having these feelings for him that don’t seem likely to fade as much as she wants them to.

        “Well how was the game, girls? I heard at the PTA meeting that the new quarterback is supposed to be the best Ashwood has seen in a long, long time.” Cici’s mom, Mrs. Fenderson, peeks at them through the rear-view mirror. She hadn’t been able to attend due to her son having just had his wisdom teeth taken out not even five hours ago. Cici tries to sign to her to stop, waving her hand back and forth below her chin. 

        Breathing deeply in through her nose, Y/n exhales in a sad chuckle before meeting the older woman’s eyes in the mirror. A weak smile decorates her otherwise saddened face. “He was great. Really, really great.”

***

        It’s only when Olivia opens up the front door after having heard the Fenderson’s car park in the driveway that Y/n launches herself into her mom’s arms. At first, she’s taken aback, almost losing her balance and toppling over. 

        Y/n cries uncontrollably into Liv’s nightshirt with incoherent mumbling in between each choked out sob. And it only takes the mention of his name to catch Liv up to speed on the who ordeal. Mother’s intuition just knows, and like magic, she’s already equipped with the right things to say and the right things to do to make the sting in her daughter hurt just a little less, even if it is for a just a little while. This is one thing that all parents have to be prepared for. It’s one thing for your child to fall in love, but a broken heart is a whole new ballgame. 

        “Oh, my girl,” she coos, stroking the back of her head and gently massaging her scalp with her rounded nails. “I know it hurts, so you cry as long as you need to.” The same things that her mother had spoken to her during her first heartbreak are now being reiterated to her own daughter. If there’s one thing she can remember from her own childhood, it’s how much these feelings can hurt, especially when the heart is genuine and lost. And she continues the string of comforting words into the shell of her ear as they stand clinging to each other in the middle of the foyer. 

        “I was gonna...I was gonna tell him tonight.” Y/n pulls back slightly, just enough for Olivia to get a good look at her face lined with tears. And they just continue to fall.  “Mom, I was gonna tell him!” 

        Liv hushes her, simply nodding her head and bringing her back into her embrace. “Maybe...” she trails off, biting her on her bottom lip as she tries to carefully organize her thoughts. “Maybe it’s just not the right time for the two of you.” 

        “Or maybe we’re just not meant to be anything more than friends,” the younger girl sniffles, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders begin to shake uncontrollably.

        Just then, Jeremy’s heavy footsteps sound from the top of the stairs, a desperately concerned expression stamped onto his features as he looks to his wife. He had just tucked Mason in for the night after having read the little boy three bedtime stories when he heard his daughter’s tragic cries from downstairs. If there’s one thing in this world that he can’t take –– aside from when his fantasy football league does shockingly bad –– it’s when his children cry, and there’s nothing he can do to make it better. It makes him feel so inadequate that he can’t protect his own daughter from all this.  

        Olivia holds up her hand to stop him from descending from the remaining steps and mouths for him to go back to the bedroom. She knows well that he’ll probably say something like how he’ll hunt down the bastard that made his little girl cry, and that’s just not what Y/n needs at this moment.

***

Saturday, October 4, 2008

        From: Harry

                Hey, I missed you after the game...

        From: Harry

                I asked Maxxie where you went, but he said you weren’t feeling well

        From: Harry

                Are you okay? I can bring some soup over if you’d like :(  I know how much like chicken noodle :)

        From: Harry

                That thing with Zoey...it wasn’t what it looked like. I promise. 

        From: Harry

                Are we okay? I know we were supposed to talk about something last night

        From: Harry

                Y/n, please say something...

        From: Harry

                Please just let me know you’re okay 

        The cellphone falls from her fingers and onto the floor. She pulls the blanket up to her chin and stares at the phone as it continues to light up in alert of new incoming messages. He’s been sending her texts all morning, but she can’t find it in her to reply to any of them. There had been instances where she had typed out a response, but just as quickly as she had formed it, would she delete each character. A simple and quick “I’m fine” had caused her such distress that she couldn’t help but press down on the red end button. Every time she thinks she’ll press send, it’s like there’s something stopping her. It’s the part of her that doesn’t want to give in because she knows it’ll just be harder to talk to him without that image of him and Zoey coming back to memory. There’s this question that persists in her mind, and it’s been driving her crazy since she woke up. Is she allowed to feel so upset when there might have never been anything deeper between them? 

        Say the answer to the question is no, how is she meant to pretend like everything about her is more than an ‘okay’? Just because they were never anything more than friends does not mean she’s allowed to feel any less hurt. 

        The rest of her feels numb inside, even though her eyes sting from having shed multiple tears throughout the night. Cici had tried to call her a few times, but she had sent the call straight to voicemail. She’ll reach out to them once she can talk about it without her bottom lip quivering before a single word is uttered out. 

        A scuffle of small footsteps behind her door distracts her from her thoughts. The shadow of figures appears in the crack that separates carpet and door. “But Daddy! These are my cookies!” Y/n smiles at the whiny voice of her brother. 

        “What happened to being a good sharer? And don’t think I haven’t found your little stash in the toy chest,” the second voice, her dad, says firmly. “Besides, your sister is a stress baker, so she’ll probably make you more if you ask nicely.” 

        “More peanut butter chocolate chip?”

        “You know it.”

        Suddenly, the door bursts open and bounces off the stomper from the force. “Y/n?” Mason calls, peeking his head in. “Are you awake?” 

        She can’t help but chuckle softy. “Yeah, Mase. I’m up.” She pulls the sheets down to prove it to him.

        Her little brother gives her a toothy grin before he runs over and squirms his way into her bed. Something is clutched tightly in his small fists, and his unwillingness to release it prods her to help him up onto the mattress. 

        When he’s sat comfortably next to her, he holds his baggie up to her, his rounded eyes looking at her so happily. Another gentle giggle sounds from her, and she graciously takes it from him.

        “Are these for me?” she teases, pushing the bangs away from his eyes.  

        “Mhm!” he hums, crawling closer until he too is buried under her heavy blanket, his head nudging her into her side. “Daddy said you were sad, and I don’t like it when you’re sad.” 

        She glances down only to find him pouting at her. He’s always been the sweetest whenever she’s had a rough day. Like when she’d sprained her ankle after a cheerleading accident a few years ago, he’d been there to cuddle with her and watch all the romantic comedies that looped on TBS and feast upon a few pints of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey. Or even a few weeks ago when she’d had the biggest headache and he’d offered to take a nap with her on the couch. “Hey.” She lifts him up and places him in her lap and squeezing lightly on his nose. “I’m feeling a lot better now that you’re here.” 

        Mason gasps excitedly. “Really?”

        “So much better,” she confirms with a nod of the head. Even if it is just for that moment, she’s able to forget about all that’s troubling her. 

        “Does that mean we can we watch...13 going on...on...” His brows furrow as he tries to remember. 

        “30,” Y/n giggles. Reaching for the remote on her bedside table, she flicks the television on. The little boy cheers, taking the Ziplock from her and helping himself to one of her delicious peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. She looks at him knowingly. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

        “Um...oh!” He bounces up onto his feet and shouts towards the door. “Daddy! I forgot the milk!” 

***

        “How do I tell a girl that I like her?”   

        Harry stands, looking so unsure of himself, in front of her recliner where Gemma sits, not even able to look up as he stares down at his sock-clad feet. All morning he’d tried to get a hold of her, but each time he had sent a text and received nothing back, he grew more and more anxious about all the things that had happened within the last twelve or so hours –– he stopped counting after sending the eighteenth message because now he’s just starting to annoy himself. 

        “Being honest with her is always a start,” she responds, shutting the book she’d been reading and placing it on the table. “What’s her name?” 

        Sighing, he plops down on the couch, his eyes focusing on nothing but the ceiling. “Y/n.” 

        “Was she the one you were snogging at the game?”

        “No,” he says. He turns on his side, tucking his hand under the decorative pillow. “And that’s probably why she won’t answer any of my texts.”

        Had he just pushed Zoey away as soon as she had come on to him, maybe this wouldn’t be happening. Y/n was going to tell him something, and now he realizes that he might have just blown his chance. 

***

Tuesday, October 7, 2008 

        “Are you sure you want to go today? I can call the office and say you’re highly contagious and need to be put in isolation,” Jeremy suggests as they park outside the school’s entrance. 

        This manages to make her smile. “I have an Algebra test after lunch, but I’ll hold on to that offer,” she smirks. After the weekend, she was able to somewhat clear her head and come to terms with the truth. It sucks, that’s a given, but the sooner she accepts it, the sooner this ugly feeling can go away. After spending the rest of her Saturday watching movies with Mason, followed by helping her dad make a birthday dinner for her mom –– thank goodness she had bought her present months in advance –– and slowly did she start to keep all thoughts of Harry shoved into the back of her mind. 

        Besides, she had already stayed home yesterday. 

        Jeremy places a hand on her shoulder, his eyes still showing worry as he studies her. The last few days had been rough for the entire household, and not to make it about him, but he had somehow become both her and Mason’s personal butler. (He won’t even get into how the little boy had tricked him into buying both pizza and tacos on Saturday night when it had been Jeremy’s turn to pick dinner. Definitely gets it from his wife’s side of the family.) “You’re sure?” Y/n nods, but something in him refuses to let go. “I can work from home today to keep you company. You know how those college interns always stress me out with all that entitled talk.” 

        “Dad,” she warns. His lips purse to the side, and he falls back in his seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel. Obviously, she can’t allow for this to affect her schooling, especially since Mrs. Phillips makes it nearly impossible to make up a test, no matter how many mocha macarons she leaves on her desk! Although, it’s incredibly sweet of her dad to let her skip another day of class in favor of staying home with him and most likely ordering Chinese from Jade Garden. “If I want to go home, I’ll call you. Kay?” 

        A few seconds pass and more cars begin to queue behind them before he forcibly agrees and unlocks the door. He really is easy to convince. She smiles and leans over and kisses him on the cheek. 

        “Promise you’ll let me know if you’re not up to it?”

        Opening the car door and hopping out, she turns back. “I promise.”

***

        “Now remember what I told you,” Gemma tells him as they park behind the car ahead of them. Usually it’s Anne that drops him off, but his older sister had basically lifted him into her car (he didn’t even she was so strong) and buckled him up herself. “And don’t be dramatic about it, yeah? That’s why movies last so long, because no one can ever spit a bloody thing out!” 

        “I heard you the first twenty times,” Harry sighs, playing with straps of his bag. They’ve probably rehearsed everything he’s going to say to her over a hundred times already, and that’s not even an exaggeration. In fact, now he’s afraid that when he talks to her it’s going to sound completely scripted and she’ll probably think he’s mocking her. 

        Gemma whacks up upside the head. “Don’t use that tone with me, not after I listened to you go on and on about how cute you think Y/n’s nose is.”

        “Say it louder, I don’t think she can hear you.” 

        She ignores him, and squints as students appear in bulks by the steps. “Okay, so which one is she?”

***

        All anyone is talking about is the victory against Pleasant Valley, as well as added gossip pertaining to what had happened after. It’s like everyone wants her to be fragile in front of the whole school, and it’s a bit tempting for her right now if she’s being honest. She does her best to avoid listening, really, she does! But no matter how high she turns the volume up on her iPod –– it’s okay, she loves David Archuleta –– she can still hear his name being followed by someone she had once considered to be a friend.   

        “Are you sure you should be here?” Maxxie presses, pulling her left earbud out. “I mean, you’ve already finished your test. Why don’t you just go home? Relax! Take a nap! You know, that sounds like a fabulous idea!” 

        “You’re starting to sound like my dad,” Y/n arches her brow. “And just like I told him, I’m fine.” The day’s almost over and she’s succeeded in avoiding him. It started with Mr. Noone cancelling class due to a family emergency, so she was able to hideout in the courtyard behind the big oak tree. Next, she had purposely gone to Algebra a minute before the bell and finished the test in about thirty minutes (don’t worry, she’s almost positive that got everything right). During lunch, she had decided to hide in the Home Economics room, which wasn’t all too bad since she was able to finish spreading the chocolate on top of the eclairs (usually she has to come back after dismissal to do it). But she knows she can’t play this game forever.  

        Maxxie clicks his teeth together, all thoughts of going to Geometry forgotten as he follows closely behind her. “But think about it!” He pulls on her arm to turn her around. “Class?” He holds his hand, palm up. “Nap?” The other hand does the same. “Class?” He shakes his head. “Nap?” He nods. The scale fluctuates for a bit, until he ultimately decides which one has more power over the other. “I think the choice is pretty obvious here.”

        “I changed my mind,” she says airily, and he smiles brightly thinking about how Cici won’t yell at him now that he’s convinced her to skip her last class with Harry. They had made a plan to keep the two apart until they’re sure Y/n is okay. “You’re way worse than my dad.” 

        His grin quickly loses its cheer as she walks past him and walks into Señora Gustavo’s room without hesitation.

        “Cici’s gonna chop my balls off,” he whimpers, covering his vulnerable self. 

***

        “I like you.” He keeps repeating it under his breath. He just wishes he’ll be able to say it once she’s in front of him because he doesn’t know if he can take much more of this. 

        When she walks in, he’s ecstatic. It’s been three whole days since he’s last talked to her, and as she approaches her seat, he can feel his heart thud faster and faster. Right now, it’s a no brainer, he needs to take his sister’s advice and not chicken out because he’s sure if he waits any longer, she’ll probably think he’s not interested. Which in his head, might be the absolute worst thing that can happen because he’s practically bursting feeling the exact opposite. If he were a little more courageous, he would’ve shouted the contents of his heart when he had seen her this morning at her locker. 

        “Hoy quiero que hables sólo en español por favor,” Señora Gustavo says cheerily. The rest of the class groans, pulling out their notes. “A partir de aquí, no se permite inglés.”

        “For fuck’s sake...” he grumbles, his hand comes and slaps over his eyes. Great, because he totally prepared this speech in Spanish. It’s like the world is conspiring against him, he’s sure of it! He glances at her, and briefly do their eyes meet before she quickly looks away. Flipping through his notes, he looks for something that may guide him in this situation. 

        “Uh, Y/n?” He slowly reaches for her hand. “Necesito decirte algo muy importante.”

        She tucks her lips between her teeth. He squeezes her hand, and before she can stop herself, she faces him. Almost instantly, it becomes too much. Just looking into his seafoam green eyes that stare back at her the way he always does when they’re together makes her weak at the knees. Except this time, it’s different. All she feels is the constriction in her chest. “¿Qué?” she replies quietly. “Dilo ya por favor.” 

        “Sobre ese tiempo en tu...” He quickly peeks at his notes about parts a house. Fuck. What’s the damn word for living room? Of all the days for their teacher to have them practice their conversational skills, it just had to be when he has to do this. “...en tu sala de estar. Yo quería-”

        “Creo que deberíamos olvidarlo.”

        “W-What?” he stutters, and she looks away. Why would she want them to forget about it? “Y/n, I’m trying to tell you that-”

        “Ah, ah, ah,” Señora tuts from her desk. She gives him a warning look and points to instructions on the whiteboard where she had written today’s rule. “No inglés.”

        Y/n thinks she might end up hating herself for this, but she needs to stop this before she hurts ever more. If she can tell him that, then maybe she’ll start believing it and move on from all this. “Fue un error.” 

        It was a mistake.

        Harry lets go of her hand, turning back in his chair to face the front of the room. His head is spinning, and he thinks he might not have heard her correctly. “¿Es eso lo que ibas a decirme? ¿El viernes?” But she doesn’t respond, just continues to avert her eyes from his. “Dime...” it’s barely above a whisper because he might not want to hear it. He’s afraid of hearing it. 

        “Lo siento.”

***

[hamhamparadise]

July 10th, Happy Birthday Bijou!

Bijou is one of the main Ham-Hams, and not only that but she also is one of the main characters of the series. At least one of the original main four Ham-Hams that usually appear in every single episode.

Bijou is a white fur hamster that is always wearing blue ribbons to match her pigtails. Under those ribbons she wears bead ponytail holders to tie it up, since her fur ends in some wild hair. She treasures these ribbons a lot and she has a bunch of them, but she is almost every time seen with her blue ones because Hamtaro said he really liked them and so they became her favorites. Albeit we can't really tell, she is apparently really beautiful in Ham-Ham terms.

Bijou's personality is what you expect from a main character. She is nice, polite, pushy sometimes, and can get really nervous when she thinks someone is a rival in love. She has also been seen mad a few times, albeit that is not usual behavior. She is, to a kid show standard, very well-versed in love and has helped some other hamsters in the matter.

Bijou was born in France, where she lived with her owner Maria until they moved to Japan. Hence, she has a small French accent in the dub, but that is not shown in the Japanese dub. It is worth noting that she rarely uses french words during the Japanese dub, and when she does, they do have a small accent on it. Bijou has a friend from France, Oshare, who in the Japanese dub (and presumably in the English dub, but we have never get the chance to know) speaks with a heavy French accent. In the French dub, Bijou comes from Russia instead of France. Bijou's Japanese name is Ribon-chan, and the motif of this name is related to her ribbons, which is interesting given she was not born with them and it would have been more accurate to call her by her wild hair. In other countries, her name is also based on the ribbons instead of a gem, for example in both Latin Spanish and European Spanish, her name is related to the ribbons she wears.

In the Japanese dub, Bijou finishes most of her sentences with “dechu” or “dechuwa”. This is a pun, since “chu” is the Japanese onomatopeia for “squeak”; and Bijou is a rodent. What she would be saying is “desu” or “desuwa”; the later being more regal and normally used by “princess” or “rich” portrayed characters in anime.

Bijou acts as the leader of the “Hamuchiizu”, a subgroup of Ham-Hams formed by the girls.

Bijou is the co-protagonist of Hamtaro's game “Ham-Ham Heartbreak” and also the main protagonist of the third movie, “Miracle in Aurora Valley”.

Bijou's birthday was apparently chosen at random, since it is not a special date or a pun. If you happen to know why, please let us know!

Relationships

Bijou only has a single love interest during the whole series, and that is Hamtaro. This is a fact, albeit the anime sometimes likes to push the audience into pairing her up with other Ham-Hams, like Boss, who is deeply in love her. It is unknown if, despite most of Boss' obvious behavior towards her, and the fact that all the other Ham-Hams know of his crush, she is aware of it or she is just politely giving him the cold shoulder in order to not break his heart.

However, the French girl has been devastated by the complete ignorance of Hamtaro regarding this, even when she got a date with him. He is just too oblivious and by the end of the series, we don't have a proper ending to her quest for love.

During this time, she has to fight with plenty of rivals, who make her really jealous, but she ends up making amends with them when she learns that friendship is as important as love.

Even though she only has eyes for Hamtaro, it is a fact that she has been the eye of many Ham-Hams, including Boss, Stan and Panda, the latest being a little obscure and unknown fact.

Episodes

Episode 4 - Come Out, Bijou!

This episode introduces Bijou properly, albeit we saw her in the first episode. Hamtaro and the Ham-Hams go to her place to make her come out and play, since she has always been a cage hamster before!

Episode 12 - Bijou's in Danger!

Bijou gets lost in the city and she is surprised by a cat! She faints, but the cat thinks she is yet another of her kittens. The Ham-Hams have to save her before the cat realizes she's not a baby but food!

Episode 15 - Bijou's Favorite Ribbon Hamtaro uses Bijou's ribbon while she sleeps to play blind man's bluff. But she's really angry at him! The Ham-Hams then decide to go gather acorns, but will Hamtaro and Bijou make up?

Episode 36 – Farewell Bijou!

Maria is going back to France, and Bijou has to go with her. The Ham-Hams are really sad and make a farewell party to her dear friend. But she stays in the end!

Episode 40 - The Blossom of Friendship!

The cherry blossoms are blooming, but Maria is sick and Bijou can't go with the Ham-Hams to watch them fall. So, the Ham-Hams decide to bring them to her!

Episode 104 - The Tale of Princess Bijou

In a dream, Bijou is a princess that runs away from her castle to have some adventure, but the evil Sparkle is keeping a close eye on her!

Episode 132 - Maria's Memorable Book

Maria writes a letter to her grandma and Hamtaro and Bijou help her deliver it. This triggers a lot of memories for Bijou, and we get to know more of her past. Episode 168 - I Want To See You, Bijou!

Bijou fell from the tree when she was going outside, and Maria finds her and keeps her locked to avoid another accident. But the Ham-Hams want to see their friend again! Episode 197 – Bijou's Love Rival!

Bijou is scared that Lapis is going to steal Hamtaro after she kisses him on the cheek, but she’s got it all wrong!

Episode 269 – Satisfied Bijou!

Bijou is finally going out on a date with Hamtaro, and she wants it to be perfect! However, things are not turning out the way she expected...

Movie 3: Miracle in Aurora Valley!

Bijou is chosen as the Snow Princess, a priestess that has the duty of praying to get the aurora back to the Valley and make it snow! However, some pirates that hate the snow kidnap her before the time arrives, so she has to be saved by Hamtaro and the Ham-Hams!

That is all! Joyeux Anniversaire, Bijou!

[ramblinganthropologist]

Writober 2020 - 25 (Orange)

Summary: Well... when Bo fucks up, she really fucks up, Luckily, CVS is open 24/7. Even luckier, Alistair’s coming with her. How hard could it be to get some damn pink hair dye anyway?

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There was nothing like the Normandy needing some repair work done that made him appreciate down time.

“You like that, Saren? I got it from your favorite place as a little surprise while I was out getting supplies for everyone.”

The small, round ball of fur continued to shove his food into his bulging cheeks. He was going a little faster than usual of course – that's what happened when he got his favorite snacks – but soon it would all be stored away for later. Until then, he would continue to look absolutely adorable as he sat in his enclosure.

Alistair had picked up more food and bedding for the hamster while he was out, along with a few chew toys and a new hide. Maybe he was spoiling Saren, but... well, why not? Space hamsters may have lived longer than their Earth counterparts, but they still maxed out at 10. They hadn't been sure how old   he was, so... why not make every day count?

Besides, he had pissed on Miranda. That made him a hero.

“It was really busy at the shop when I popped in today. I guess word got out that I go there.” He chuckled as he watched his hamster finish stuffing himself silly. “All full? You look like a little beach ball, Sar.”

Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he saw Saren's cheeks puff out in indignation.  At any rate, he was soon tunneling into his bedding, to wherever he was storing his food in this cage layout. Alistair would find the remains eventually when he cleaned. It was kind of like one of the weirdest treasure hunts he had ever taken part in...

“Well, bye I guess.”

He shrugged his shoulders and started to return to his desk. However. A beeping from his omni-tool drew the Spectre's attention. There was a message there from Bo – fucked my omni-tool again, might have water damage. Fix?

Oh great... water damage.

“She's lucky I got some extra parts when I went shopping.” Alistair shook his head as he grabbed his tool box and jacket. “Saren, watch the room while I'm gone. If you see anyone from Cerberus sneaking around, you know what to do.”

That was of course look cute to entice them in, then bite the shit out of them. It was a good plan, and Saren executed it like a pro. That's why he always felt a little better when he left to go on missions. How could he not when he had his own personal attack hamster?

Bo hadn't said where she was, but he knew her enough that he stopped by the crew floor to find the XO office. The door was open, so he nudged it open and stepped through. There was water running – was she showering?

Well, good to know she trusted him.

“It's on the desk!” Her voice called out over the water. “Did Saren like the snacks you got?”

Alistair settled into his CO's desk in order to fix her very water-logged omni-tool. He cocked his eyebrow as he examined it further. At first he thought it was a trick of the light, but parts of the band looked to be faded to almost white. A smell test confirmed it as he shook his head. Luckily, he had a replacement band in her size.

“Yeah. Did you forget to take this off when you were bleaching your roots though?”

Bo shut the water off – must've been done rinsing. “Some of it dripped while I was working.”

Of course it did. Alistair resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he pulled the stained band off. After that, it was simple diagnostic and replacement. Apart from the soldering of some replacement bits around the screen, he could've done it in his sleep. Luckily, he was awake so that made it go much faster.

He hummed to himself as he worked. “No big deal, I figured you'd need a new one eventually so I picked one up.”

“Gotta love a well-stocked tech.” Bo sounded like she was shifting around. Then she stopped moving. “Aw fuck...”

Alistair cocked his eyebrow as he put the omni-tool down briefly. “Everything alright in there?”

His XO didn't answer. From the sounds of things, she was getting dressed. At least he knew she hadn't fallen or anything, but her silence was a little concerning. However, going into the bathroom was a bad idea, so he was left waiting on the other side.

“Bo?”

Two red eyes were soon on him. “We're going to have to go back to CVS.”

At first, he started to open his mouth to ask why. That question was answered for him as Bo came into view,  adjusting her shirt as she walked. She had indeed finished bleaching her roots and touching up the color but...

Well, that wasn't pink. In fact, it was pretty damn fucking orange.

She shot him a look that definitely could've killed. “Well, get it over with.”

Alistair returned the omni-tool to his toolbox for later and started patching up details for returning to the dock. “Well... let's be honest, ginger's better on me than you. You can fix that at least, right?”

After all, there was only one redheaded Shepard on the Normandy, and he was under 6 feet tall. Besides, pink really was more her color anyway. He may have been an utter failure when it came to fashion, but at least he sometimes knew basic color theory.

Sometimes, anyway... he still didn't see why he couldn't wear neon blue sneakers with green laces.

“Yeah, just go already.” her hood was already up over the nightmare. “Before anyone really starts making Shepard siblings jokes.”

Perish the thought...

---

“Have I mentioned how much I hate C-SEC?”

“Many, many times.”

Alistair could feel a dull headache throbbing at the base of his implant as he and Bo finally cleared security. For some reason, flying in on the fucking Normandy always attracted some measure of attention. He wouldn't have minded, but they were kind of on a tight schedule.

Bo still had her hood up as they walked. “I swear I checked that damn box before I bought it, how the fuck did this happen?”

“You're asking the wrong guy, maybe the manufacturer mixed up the packages or something.” He shrugged. “I'll check it out later once we get back.”

Hell, maybe a low blood sugar had caused it. Bo might not have been as sensitive to biotic-induced hypoglycemia as he was, but there were times she still got it. For all he knew, this could have been a hypo fuck up. Of course, he'd never suggest that – that was just insult to injury.

What could he say, he was a paragon of virtue like that. Though, maybe he should consider adding a CGM to her omni-tool when he got back...

At least the CVS didn't look too busy from the outside. The parking lot looked pretty empty, but that was probably due to the time. Even the Citadel had slow periods between shifts after all – people had to sleep and eat sometime. It was just a stroke of luck they hit it when they did.

What wasn't so lucky was the guy Bo all but body checked as she entered the store.

Alistair opened his mouth to apologize, but he didn't get the chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone coming. His reflexes kicked in, and soon a glowing blue barrier was erected around whatever was moving towards him. A shot ricocheted, and then they were down on the ground with a hole in their leg.

Huh. Now why would two guys in dark masks with guns be in a CVS? And why did the few people in there look like they had just seen a ghost?

“Oh, thank God. I thought - “ The clerk paused, realizing who was standing over her would-be robbers as if they did this every day – which, to be fair, they kind of did. It was just usually in armor. “Wait... are you Commander Shepard?”

Alistair was already checking vitals through the barrier. “Yeah. Bo, go get your stuff. I'll handle these two until C-SEC shows up.”

Their gear and weapons were honestly nothing special, and their plan seemed laughable at best. It was just their luck they had run into amateur hour at thievery school. Well, no doubt they had both earned scholarships to clown college for their boneheaded stunts.

At least the bullet wound didn't look like it had broken anything vital. He'd be able to stand trial for sure at this rate.

“Fuck...” Yeah, his sentiments exactly. “How'd you find us?”

Bo appeared from the aisle, carrying the correct box under her arm. With her hood still up, she slid it over the counter. “We walked in. Can I buy this now, or does C-SEC need to count the total?”

“Oh, they didn't get the chance to take anything! You two showed up just as soon as they drew their guns!” There were stars in the clerk's eyes as she ran Bo up. “I don't know how to thank you, I thought I was going to get shot!”

Alistair's medigel applicator dinged as it dispensed the appropriate dose for the would-be robber still trapped in his barrier. It would hold until he got proper medical attention with C-SEC. With that done, he checked on the other genius. He was still on the floor, groaning.

No surprises there – it was hard to take a full body check from Bo “The Pink Monster” Shepard and  make it out without anything broken. Definitely had at least some kind of concussion if the unfocused vision was anything to go by.

Well, at least he didn't crack his skull. Those were messy.

“I doubt they would've hit, their aim was terrible.” Bo accepted her bag just as the C-SEC sirens announced their arrival. “Well, took them long enough.”

She slung her bag over her shoulder. “Al, mind handling them? I'm gonna get back to the Normandy.”

Normally, this was the part where a commanding officer would have totally pulled rank and made his XO stay. After all, he hated dealing with C-SEC as much as anyone did. However, unlike most CO's, he wasn't a total asshole. That he saved for people who deserved it.

“Yeah, hurry up before they realize it's you.”

Bo actually passed two C-SEC officers on her way out, hood pulled low. Alistair shook his head as he straightened up. His hands still felt sticky from the medigel, but there wasn't much he could do about that at the moment.

At least there were no news cameras.

“Stop right-” A turian with purple tattoos lowered her gun. “Commander Shepard?”

He responded with an awkward wave that highlighted the sticky residue from the medigel. At least nobody could blame him for the gunshot – for once he wasn't armed, even though his Spectre status gave him that permission. Who needed to bring a gun into CVS anyway, except idiots like the ones on the floor? “Wrong place, right time. These two need medical attention, but I think they'll be ok. Their pride, not so much, but I can't fix that.”

That dull headache promised to get worse with the incredulous looks he was getting from the officers. Alistair could only hope that the store's cameras were working, otherwise they were going to have to interview him. And oh, he hated going down to the C-SEC offices more than pretty much everything except the Illusive Man, low blood sugar, and the sound of his own voice.

Bo better thank him for this one later... hopefully when her hair was back to pink. Again, orange really was more of his color. Chalk it up to the Irish genes and all.

“So... guess you want to have a chat then?”

Why did he even ask... fuck. He should've stayed in his room with Saren.

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The Silver Whiskers

As promised, here’s the official introduction to my rodent DnD team that exists in a normal humanoid fantasy world, but with tiny animal party members who have been exposed to magic that gives them the same intelligence as human/orc/elf ect adventurers. Six members, six species. Here we go.

First is Timothy the wizard mouse

Alignment: Lawful Good

Special skill: Spellcasting

Timothy grew up in a wizard’s workshop and developed intelligence and the ability to wield magic after nibbling on too many spell books and potion ingredients. When the wizard discovered what had happened she was so amused that she took Timothy on as a tiny apprentice to teach him how to use his new found skills. Timothy wants very much to be a human someday and his dearest ambition is that he will be able to find a spell that can transform him, something he’s never even told his wizard since she’s forbidden him from that kind of magic. 

But one day Timothy comes home to discover that the wizard is gone and her workshop trashed. He’s distraught and decides it’s up to him to find her, which means he’ll have to assemble a team to help him, the first member being:

Saffron “Sassy” the squirrel cleric

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Special skill: Divine guidance and blessings

Sassy is a squirrel who “scavenged” one too many holy offerings from a local diety’s shrine. The goddess decided to have a bit of fun and took Sassy on as her cleric to do “penance errands” for her until her debt is paid off. The amulet Sassy wears is what gives her her human intelligence as well as a direct line to her goddess, if she were to lose it she would become a normal squirrel again.

While Sassy says she just wants to get her errands over with so she can go back to normal she actually loves being a cleric because it makes her feel important and she does love helping people (even if her methods sometimes end up doing more harm than good.) She lives hear Timothy and is the first one he can think of to help him. The third member to join the team is:

Gristle the barbarian rat

Alignment: Lawful neutral

Special skill: Killing everything, strategy

Gristle was bred by orcs for cage fighting but escaped when the village was attacked by mages and a stray spell burst her cage open, also giving her intelligence. Now she works as a freelance bodyguard and mercenary to support herself and her thirty-two children back home. She takes Timothy on as a client because he pays well, but can already tell they’re going to have a rough time if she’s the only one with any street sense since Timothy and Sassy are very...naive... Because of this she reluctantly recommends adding to the team:

Allambee the sugar glider ranger

Alignment: True neutral

Special skill: Invention/crafting

Allambee gained his intelligence and invention skills after spending too long in an adventurer’s pack that was full of amulets of all kinds, the magic seeping into him. These days the cocky pint-sized marsupial splits his time between running his mouth and getting his paws on rare materials for his projects. Since not everything he needs can be scavenged he sometimes freelances for the coin to buy them instead. He’s worked jobs with Gristle before and the two have a loving hatred of each other since Gristle’s lack of humor is ever at odds with Allambee’s unrelenting sarcastic humor, but they respect each other’s work ethic and skills.  

Allambee agrees to join the group, and he brings along with him someone from his last job who can really pack a punch, much to the dismay of the others:

Whisp the cultist hamster

Alignment: Chaotic evil

Special skill: dark magic and demonic assistance

Whisp grew up in a desert crypt secretly used by cultists, evidently giving them intelligence, the ability to harness dark powers and often being driven to dark deeds without warning. Despite their unnerving ability to become completely invisible in shadow and the fact that they rarely speak, they can really pack a punch when it counts, making them an invaluable team member. Because they’re quiet though no one knows much about them though, like why they take jobs since they don’t take pay, or what gender they are, or...if they’re actually alive...you know, little things.

In reality, Whisp is very much alive, and they left their crypt to travel and see the world. They’ve found they very much enjoy things like flowers and sunsets and laughter, making them wonder if they should leave behind their dark magic. They are as of yet undecided. They agree to take the job with Allambee since they like Allambee, who doesn’t stare at them or seem to be scared of them like everyone else does.

And so, the team is assembled, all five of them coming together to-

Oh wait, we forgot Stev.

Stev the human bard

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Skills: being human...that’s pretty much the only thing he’s good at...

Despite the team being well rounded in their skill set, Timothy knows that if they’re going to find his wizard they’re going to need a way to interrogate humans and trade with merchants on the way. Since he hasn’t found a way to turn himself human yet he insists on hiring a human who can help them when a human face will be better than a rodent one. 

Which is how they end up meeting Stev. Stev’s position in life can very accurately be summed up by the fact that he’s willing to be hired by a mouse. Currently swimming in debt from bard’s college, Stev is constantly mooching off “friends” that he can stay over with instead of supporting himself. His financial situation is not at all helped by his drinking and gambling problem, so when he sees a very strange help wanted notice listing good pay he takes the chance that it’s not a joke. He’s actually specially qualified too since a prank-gone-wrong in college left him hexed with the ability to speak with rodents. 

And thus the team is assembled, christened “The Silver Whiskers” by Timothy who likes the poetic nature of the title. 

(Stev wants to call them the Rat Pack but the others insisting that it’s actually kinda racist since only one of them is a rat, to which Stev responds that he doesn’t have whiskers and besides he’s the minority in the group, so who’s the prejudiced one now? Allambee doesn’t make things easier by shooting down every rodent related name Sassy offers since he’s a marsupial not a rodent. Gristle ends the conversation by saying that whoever tries to argue next is going to lose a finger, and if it’s Stev he’s going to lose two.)

And so, the Silver Whiskers set out to find Timothy’s missing wizard.

[ireadtoomuchhaikyuu]

Karasuno as ACNL players

Aka another set of headcanons no one asked but my hype for ACNH and Haikyuu needed

Daichi

Takes his role as a mayor very seriously

And gets frustrated when the villagers don’t pay for public works

His house has a lot of sports things scattered here and there

Don’t know why, but he seems the type to put the band aids on his character???

His house is modern style, but his bridges and the town hall are all japanese style

He feels very attached to the villagers in his town when he first played the game and gets really sad when someone leaves

Favourite characters are Copper and Booker and was almost offended when he learnt that he had to pay for them to come back to the game and that he could only have one

Sugawara

Loves to play the game to chill, but his main obsession is to make money

Knows the price of every beetle on the island by heart

Curses at Tom Nook at least twice a day

Buys all the fancy clothes from Gracie

His house is super cool, thought, very regal

His favourite set is the one which looks like a deck of cards

When he finishes paying his rent off, he buys the crown from the Able sisters just to flex on Tom Nook

“Who’s the rich btch now, Tom?”

Has a soft spot for hamster villagers

Asahi

Loves the game because its calming to him

Plays a bit everyday, no excuses, but he is a chill player

Fishing, watering the plants and talking to the villagers are his favourite things to do

Just relaxing and and doing quiet things

Buys medicine when the villagers are sick

Adores the soundtrack  of every game and always listens to it while studying

His favourite tracks are the rainy days ones

Loves Brewster’s cafe

The quickest to buy K.K. Slider’s albums, and sometimes opens the game just to listen to them

He has a chimney in every room because he loves that cozy vibe they give

Nishinoya

Takes the hide and seek game very serious

Invites Tanaka to his village so he can go into the river and out of the game’s limits

Loves the balloons, specially the bunny ones

Buys the fortune cookies everyday

Sometimes he forgets his 3ds is on and he always has to play while charging it

His house is full of fake art he bought from Redd and superhero stuff, he thinks it looks super cool

Has an impressive collection of hats and accessories

Never checks the mail

Huge fan of Bob and Eugene

Tanaka

When he’s bored, he goes to Timmy and Tommy and runs on the store so they can follow him

Its really entertaining to him somehow

When villagers ask him for a new catchphrase he likes to make them say the most ridiculous things and then laughs his ass off each time they say them

Collects the Super Mario Bros. items and the sloppy series, even though one of his rooms is japanese-styled

Favourite season is winter because of the snow balls

Once had a dream that Yachi and Yamaguchi were Isabelle and Digby and he can’t unsee

His favourite character is Whitney because she reminds him of Kiyoko uwu

Ennoshita

Seems calm, but actually LOVES hitting the villagers with a net to mess with them

And setting traps

Hates Kapp’n with all his heart

But likes his daughter, its just him and his songs that are annoying

Has a super cool house, where everything matches

He even has a little film studio with mannequinns

Wanted to have one of those dream towns, but he is too busy for that

but he loves to visit them, specially the horror themed ones with stories behind

Kinoshita

Plays casually

Always has messy hair

His house has a lot of bugs and fish in them because he likes to keep them as pets

He has names for every one of them

His house only has things that the villagers give him, and his only clothes are gifts as well

Narita

The fishing and bug contest enthusiast

His house looks like an aquarium

He time travels a lot

And has lots of weeds, but he doesn’t care

Loves Pascal

Kageyama

The type that takes his flowers REALLY serious

Once he invited Hinata over to his village and he ran over a couple blue roses

He barely made it alive out of practice that day

Sad that there is no flower contest like in Wild World

Weeds offend him on a personal level and can’t stand to look at Narita’s town

Apart from that, he likes going to the island and play games

His favorite is the one where you have to find things in a list

His house is very simple and the furniture doesn’t match, but its nice to him

Has a fish and one of those hamster cages

Hinata

Runs everywhere

Never catches bugs because of that, boy is just too impatient

Never has space in his pockets and his town is full of objects he left here and there

Likes to talk to the villagers a lot

So his picture collection is impressive and barely has room to hold anymore

Gets sad when the villagers go away

Likes changing the town hall tune a lot

Likes island games, like Kageyama, and they will sometimes compete with each other

His favorite is the one where you have to shoot the balloons

Yamaguchi

Cries everytime he hears the Able sister’s backstory 

writes letters to the villagers

he forgot they could show them to other players and Yachi read one when he visited his town once

it was really cute, but he has no idea

He writes letters to himself in the future

His house is super cozy

Hates the villager’s visits because he will be afraid of missing it all day

Likes to have a little forest of fruit trees near his house

Tsukishima

Super cliché, but he would totally be the one who is super focused on finishing all the collections in the museum

And he does

Because of that, he knows a lot of guides and tricks

His house looks like a museum and has kind of a victorian archeology proffesor vibe

Pushes the villagers to force them to buy his stuff in Re-tail

Doesn’t really care about the villagers

But has a soft spot for Gulliver

Kiyoko

Hands down the best house of the team

She actually has 4 players and all of their houses are aesthetic af

One looks like a castle on the outside and on the inside is full of rococo and regal furniture

Has paths

Loves customizing furniture

Changes her hair color a lot

Has the cutest villagers, no one knows why

It is not pure luck, thought, she has to make the ones she doesn’t like leave

She feels a little bad because of that

But everything for the perfect town

Yachi

Takes designing clothes very seriously

And all her villagers are very stylish

Collects clothes and shoes and bought the four rooms in the museum because her house was saturated

She has the cutest house ever, and a room dedicated to mermaid furniture

Loves the music boxes and has a room designated to display them

Gives them sometimes to the others as gifts, especially to Asahi

Draws fanart

Favourites characters would probably be Francine and Chrissy