#ozzy the racoon

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I like to think I'm funny as hell sometimes. Ozzy (racoon) and Tim (imp) are @bl00dbite's!

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[bl00dbite]

YADA YADA YAAAA @/misktakebear on twitter

[theguywholikesicecream]

(i know that I've already shown you on dms but I still wanted to post it)

So this is Ozzy, the tanuki self insert. He likes to fuck with people and randomly visit Sharko and make fun of her cause she can't turn into a human (dumbass can't either). She's his only friend so he brings her cool trash he finds and makes fun of the brothers with her

Moment that happened on one of the few occasions these fellas hung out, Sharko was like Indirectly ventin about her secret massive dislike of being born in a fish instead of human body and Osomatsu of course totally comforts her 😄😄😄

LISTEN I WILL SAY out of the six I think Osomatsu is her least favorite. Not cause of the drinking, or gambling or lying or stealing or literally every other shitty thing this mf has done, it’s cause okay I saw some analysis posts that I LOVE talkin about how Osomatsu still clings onto his childhood and the roles his family and friends have had since then. So with Sharko Osomatsu still sees her somewhat as just Totoko’s pet fish he’d feed left over lunch meat sometimes. And whenever she brings up more complex emotions indirectly about her situation and how she wishes she could change he doesn’t really treat it with the severity which someone probably should. Sharko doesn’t hate Osomatsu or anything but obviously as anyone can understand she definitely would NOT talk about her personal issues with him(literally your first mistake is even going to Osomatsu in the first place I won’t lie)

Silly little doodle just for the teehees

[arelliann]

Wiggly Wednesday 🪱🧠

Tagged by the lovely @just-my-latest-hyperfixation <3 one of these days I’ll manage to actually post on a Wednesday, but until then

I am forever thinking about...

Golden retriever Steve.

Actual golden retriever Steve. Who Eddie finds curled up and shivering by the side of the road one night, and he's always had a weakness for an underdog. So he corrals the largest, fluffiest dog he's ever seen - it's probably not a wolf, dear god please say it's not a wolf - into the back of his van, blasts the heating, and disregards every traffic law on the way back to the trailer.

It takes a little bacon, and a lot of blankets, but the dog - who Eddie promptly names 'Ozzy' - gets comfortable pretty quickly. He's not a wolf either it turns out. Or if he is, he's the sappiest, friendliest, most well trained wolf in Indiana. In no time at all he's splayed across Eddie's chest, tail wagging enthusiastically as Eddie scratches between his ears.

Wayne gets home to find the two of them tucked under a blanket fort and just rolls his eyes, warning that this had better not be a repeat of 'that damned racoon incident'. So Eddie takes that as his blessing.

Ozzy spends the next week glued to Eddie's side.

He's an excellent guard dog. When a jock gets too big for his boots at a drug deal - and Eddie's about 30 seconds and one more snide comment away from a broken bone - Ozzy jumps forward, teeth bared and growling menacingly. He gets extra bacon and belly rubs that night.

He's also weirdly good at housework? Running off to get a towel every time he knocks over a drink with his overexcited tail. Which is often. And despite Wayne's insistence that it's just the weed talking, Eddie swears he caught Ozzy dusting one time.

There are downsides of course. Despite Eddie's constant complaints, Ozzy loves sports. Catch, fetch, chasing his own tail, and playing with the young kids at the trailer park. He even likes to settle onto the sofa in the afternoon and watch baseball games with Wayne.

Nevertheless, by the end of the week Eddie is spending every morning, evening, and night curled up in bed with his own personal space heater.

And then he wakes up one morning, and a very warm, very naked Steve Harrington is lying on top of him.

No pressure tags for @blipblot @sourw0lfs @sidekick-hero and @penny00dreadful

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

EDDIE MUNSON HCs P.1- sfw

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just some headcannons i have for our boy <3 (I'll make a nsfw version tmr)

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Eddie hates being alone, he was always left alone at home as a kid, His mum working her second job in late afternoons and his dad leaving to get drunk at the local dive bar. it just makes him feel neglected and brings him back to his childhood self's feelings.

I think we all know this guy has a massive snoring problem, but he also kicks you off the bed, hogs the blanket and talks yells in his sleep, sometimes even slaps you in the face when he turns around.

^ he also has terrible nightmares sometimes, waking up in sweat after his dad beat him up in his dream, almost brought to tears as he struggles to breath, during this he'll look around his room frantically and pat the bed, trying to grab or see anything comforting to him, just trying to calm down.

he bites his nails when nervous or anxious of something

he secretly sleeps with a Russ Berrie Bear named Ozzy

^ his mother had saved up money to get it for his 5th birthday, and even though its been 15 years, Eddie still holds onto it.

he'll help out the old lady that lives in the trailer behind him and wayne, usually with hanging close or look for her cat, and always turn down the money she tries to give him, but always accepts a slice of pie she has sitting on the sill

he loves caramel, he'll always have a caramel candy in his pocket or a chew in his locker

he's seen Grease over 10 times, he just won't admit it. he'll even mimic the lines.

loves bad and shit made movies, they make him laugh, specifically Attack of the killer tomatoes

at 16 years old, he claimed he wanted to be 'one with nature' and went 'camping' out in the woods by the trailer park, he came back and wayne had to hear all about how his body itches and he swears that he had fought off a racoon. never did it again

when he first started living with wayne, he believed that the mirrors were portals (cause he didn't have mirrors) and tried to run though the mirror in his new room, obviously it broke and he has a scar on his arm.

loves peanut butter- if he feels like a snack, he'll grab a spoon and just go to town.

if you were to ask Eddie what his favourite non metal song is, he'd laugh and say 'yeah right, as if', but if you were to ask him on a deeper level, he would say 'purple rain' by prince or 'Born Under A Bad Sign' by Albert King

^his mum loved blues music and one of the only memories he has of her is her dancing to Born under a bad sign in their livingroom and Eddie watched.

^ at the age of 16, Wayne had given Eddie a mixtape of his mothers, he plays all of the music when he misses her.

Hates pickles

Last time he wet the bed was at 8 years old. His dad made him watch the exorcist and the poor boy cried himself to sleep and woke up covered in pee, his nightmares have always been bad

he's good with a gun and shooting because his dad used to force him into hunting with him, which only ended up traumatising him.

hates coffee, he thinks this is too bitter

^he likes tea though, not his favourite drink but it's better than coffee.

[helpfandom]

Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 2: The man

TW: Kidnapping, Threatening, Emotional manipulation. Kind of a mental breakdown/ anxiety attack?

You woke up without Maddie or Ozzy in the house, leaving it to feel empty. You were colder without Ozzy to lay on, and nothing other than Tom taking a shower could be heard. You checked the time, 6:52. I guess Tom took the day off to pack and get ready for San Francisco? You got up and got dressed in matching clothing, which soothed you a little bit.

You got downstairs and decided to go and make breakfast, which lead to slightly singed pancakes, but a meal you made yourself. Tom finished and was dressed in a casual outfit when he got downstairs and smiled when he saw that you made breakfast for him. You looked at him questioningly, "D- Did you take the day off or?" He sat down, "I asked to come in a little later today since I had to drive Maddie." You nodded, "Ah, that makes more sense. What time are you coming in?" He finished the bite he was chewing and then replied, "Around lunchtime, don't worry though, I won't arrive then take my lunch break, I'll eat here." 

You nodded and finished the bite you were eating before asking another question. "You think Maddie's over there by now?" "Yeah, I think so, I believe her flight arrived at 6:30, but I might be wrong so why don't we call her later today and find out?" "Have you seen anything weird lately?" He paused and asked for clarification, "What do you mean?" "Like have you seen anything like a quill but it was to big to be a normal hedgehog's quill, or a slightly anthropomorphic hedgehog?" He paused and looked at you incredulously. 

"D- did you know I picked up a quill yesterday?" You almost dropped your fork and knife in surprise, "What?" Your heart was fluttering, in a bad way. "Yeah, I saw it while I was at the speed trap. Oh! And one thing, I had my speedometer go off twice with high numbers." "D-do you think that maybe those are connected, I saw something weird yesterday." "What did you see?" You explained that both you and Maddie didn't know what it was that you saw. "Maybe it's aliens?" Tom joked. "Me and Maddie said the same thing, maybe it's a sign to get the heck out of dodge." You hummed a agreement out and finished the meal in silence with each other. It felt wrong without her or Ozzy.

You washed the dishes when you were done and then got started packing the books in your room, at around 8:30, Tom calls you down. "On the phone with Maddie!" You rushed downstairs to join the conversation.

"Whatcha' doing?" You asked, curious. "Just drawing, with Jojo, And Rachel." "Has she -she being Rachel- convinced you to leave me yet?" "No, but she wants me to check your phone for dating apps." "Good luck, the only apps I have are the ones that came with my phone." A moment of silence, then, "And the Olive Garden app," You pitched in on the "Cause' when you're there, you're family." Tom was remined of something, and said "Hey fascinating stuff here, we got a power outage."

"Oh, that's interesting ...." A clatter outside was heard, Tom looked at you momentarily before deciding it was racoons. He moved to the drawer with the tranquilizer in it while still continuing to speak, "Hey, how much does the racoon need before sleeping, Greenhill's finest Vet?" "Tom, That's for bears-" He finished setting up the gun to shoot, "Perfect, then it'll work." A gasp could be heard through the phone, "TOM!" He hung up on Maddie, leaving her to wonder what he was going to do to the poor racoons.

You followed Tom to see what that was, maybe it's what I saw yesterday? Hm, unlikely, but still.  We walked out to the garage, I walked behind Tom, who was ready to bust down the door. He kicked it in yelling "SFPD!" You chimed in, "Pending background check!" You both rushed inside and there it was, the ?hedgehog?. "Um, Meow?" Tom shot him with the tranquilizer in surprise, leading the ?hedgehog? to drop the thing that he was holding and create a ?portal? to the top of a building.

You walked back in shock, what the. The ?hedgehog?  flopped to the floor and dropped the bag that he was holding. You watched the bag fall into the ?portal? created on the floor and land on the building. You and Tom watched in shock as the portal closed in on itself. You shared a look and then Tom seemed to have broken out of his stupor. 

Tom grabbed the thing and shoved it in an animal cage that Maddie left in the garage. You got out of your frozen state when he handed you the tranquilizer gun. You held it until you two got into the house, then you put it on the cabinet. You and Tom had a moment of silence before he stuttered something out to himself. "Wh-what the fuck is that?" You sat down, and watched the thing breathe for a beat before saying something. "I think that this is what I saw."

He turned and looked at you, "Really?" You looked at him, "Yes." There was a pause as you both thought about what to say to each other. "I think we should call it a hedgehog." "Why?" You turned back to the thing in the cage. "Because that's what I've been calling it in my mind." He chuckled a little bit, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that you're delivery was funny to me for some reason." You shrugged. "Gotta have humor in serious situations."

The silence was starting to settle in like a heavy, weighted, blanket amongst you two. Tom, done with the silence, beckoned to you to get up and talk to him. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. You both put your back to the hedgehog and were going to call Maddie before you heard the cage door opening and you stopped Tom.

You both turned around, shocked -even though you both were pretty sure he opened the door- to find that he escaped from the cage. "hgn, What happened?" You gasped and stepped back again. Tom walked to the hedgehog and asked "What are you?" "A hedgehog?" It asked the incredulously, like in disbelief that someone wouldn't know what it is. There was commotion outside, and it ran to the window. "Oh no, they found me again." 

You raised your eyebrows, "Again?" It turned to you, "Yes, again." It turned to Tom, "You've got to help me, Donut Lord." The commotions stopped. "Why should I help you?" "Because you shot me, and this is life or death." Tom looked in distress between you and the hedgehog. "You, Room, HIDE." You pointed to the hedgehog and Tom rephrased the sentence, "It- Attic, You- Room."

You went up the stairs and pretended to go inside your room. You could hear Tom open the door, and talk to someone outside. You didn't hear much though, only little snippets. You tried inching closer, but remembered the floorboards are creaky, and that would tell them that you are there. "So tell me why I should let you inside my house?" You put your hand to your mouth, What? Is someone trying to get in? "Are you aware of ..." Something came in through the window, which made you stand up in alarm. The floor boards creaked as you walked -more like ran- to your closet to hide. 

What the fuck? 

It was silent for a few minutes, most likely seconds but your impatience left you thinking it was longer -as far as you heard at least- before you heard thumping ?down? the stairs. You waited a few beats, and then you could hear a scream momentarily and then rapid fire gunshots with glass breaking.

You shut your eyes, you were panic stricken, and waited until you could hear something. It was minutes, -you counted to try and calm yourself- before you heard something come ?up? the stairs. You heard two pairs of feet, which meant it was likely two people who were here. Doors were flung open and you could hear that they were getting closer to where you were hiding.

Your bedroom door was busted open and then you could hear that they were right outside the closet door. "Hey, Doctor? Are you sure that someone was here?" A fluttering was heard as someone turned around. "Of course I am sure that someone was here." They flung open the door to your closet revealing you to them, as they did though, they kept talking. "Did you doubt my robots, Stone?"

'Stone' -at least as far as you knew, they were named Stone- pointed to you, and smiled at the 'Doctor'. "Of course not, Doctor." Doctor -this time you knew for sure who was who- grabbed your arm violently and pulled you up to them. "Now, adolescent, we need you to come with us to the police department." Dear god, he's scary. "O-okay. W-where's Tom?" Stone's eyes flicked to Doctor then to you. Doctor just let go of you and walked away.

Stone stayed behind and put a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. "Tom is- Tom is unavailable currently." Stone then lead you downstairs where you saw a catastrophe of a house. The table was broken, glass shards were everywhere, bullet holes riddled the walls and floor. Stone was preoccupied with something outside, which left you alone in the house. What happened? Is he dead? Who are these people? You saw that the tranquilizer was still on the counter where you left it, and you compulsively grabbed it and put it in your pocket.

Stone entered again to drag you away from the mess that was now your house. There were two large trucks outside where Doctor was standing outside one of them, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot. Stone explained "I had driven one of the trucks to investigate one area, and the Doctor had driven the other to investigate here, but now he wants to drive you down to the police station and investigate there, while I drive the other back to base. So, you'll be driving with him." Base? 

"O-okay." You got into the truck with Doctor in tow and sat down in one of the seats, and odd one since it was your lucky number and you needed all the luck you could get. "No. Sit somewhere else." The Doctor ordered you, so you sat in the next seat that was your lucky number -another odd number-, but that wasn't good enough for the Doctor. "Sit down beside me then, if you can't sit in the right place." 

So you did just that, you sat down beside him and yelled at him from inside your mind. Excuse me what? I can sit down in the right spot. I was sitting down to get luck, and it wasn't in the way of anything or anyone so I was in the right, you are in the wrong.

Your thoughts of anger were quickly burst when Doctor asked you why you sat in the wrong place. "I sat in the luck number spot." "What do you mean?"  You shrugged, "It was my lucky number where I sat, and you're kind of scary so I need all the luck I can get." He huffed. "I don't see why you think that. Luck doesn't exist, it's just a construct we created, all there is is probability. " You swallowed, I have to tread carefully. "I don't know why I think that way either." 

You quickly arrived at the police department, much to your relief, and got out of the truck. Wade's car was outside, alongside a few black cars, none of which you recognized. You entered the air conditioned police station in tow of the Doctor. Wade was surrounded by some people in black suits. Wade looked discombobulated and also looked like he was about to cry. You walked over to Wade, who looked at you in concern. "I thought Tom wasn't going to show up for a while today." You sat down at a chair, "Yeah, well um." You leaned towards him, and started whispering. "I think Tom's dead, and these guys-" You gestured to the men, "Had something to do with it." 

He whispered to you, "You think Tom's dead?" The shock of it made his hands shake, "I do, there were bullet holes and gun fire, and now Tom's missing." "O, M, G." He looked at you and wrapped you into a hug, "I'm so sorry." Doctor harumphed and then announced to everyone in the room, "So, you simple minded compatriots, I shall tell you what is going on." You and Wade looked to the Doctor, "There is investigation of the power outage incident, and it occurred in this sleepy little town." Stone entered the police station, and walked to Doctor.

You and Wade shared a look of confusion, but neither of you wanted to interrupt him talking, and so you kept silent. I thought it just happened here? Was it farther than that? He continued, "We are from the government, and we are taking over for now." Your eyes widened, the government? Wade gasped a little in shock, a sentiment you agreed with. The Doctor finished his announcement, and walked over to you and Wade. 

He looked around for a seat to sit on and then grabbed it once he saw a seat, Stone stood behind the Doctor. Doctor scooted close to you two before asking a question. "What do you know about terrorism?" You leaned back a little in shock, "W-what?" He grunted in annoyance, "What do you know about terrorism?" You looked around, as if searching your memory , when it came to you. "Acts of violence, particularly against civilians, in order to get a political point across?" 

"Close but what about domestic terrorism?" A look of confusion came across you and Wade's faces. "The same but done with someone from the country?" You asked, looking around again for something. "Hmm. Close enough. That's what Tom is." Your eyes widened again. "B-but-" Wade came to your rescue, "He can't put bait on when fishing, there is no way he can be a terrorist." 

You interjected, "I-isn't he dead anyway?" Doctor sighed, "Sadly-" He gave a look to Stone, "He isn't, nor is he captured." Tears came to your eyes in relief that Tom wasn't dead, You didn't want to lose another parent so soon. "Oh." "Oh?" Doctor queried. "I thought he was dead, ya 'know cause of the bullet holes, and gunfire." Doctor nodded, "A incorrect assumption, but I see how you jumped to that conclusion. But, back to the topic at hand here, Tom is a terrorist, even if you think him a good man."

No, no way he's a terrorist. It must be because of that hedgehog we helped earlier. The thing must be wanted by the government. You snuck a look at the clock, 4:41, whish was surprising because time had moved so fast. "Why is he a terrorist?" You dared to ask. "He is helping an enemy of the state, which reminds me of something." He stood up and beckoned you to do so as well. Stone stepped back to let Doctor through, and you followed Doctor to an empty room. 

Doctor grabbed something from Stone's pocket and held it in front of you. It seemed like a quill from a hedgehog, but it was long, glowing blue and sparkling with electricity. "What is this to you? And what was it doing inside your house?" "It must have been a glowstick, from a previous performance of mine." He hummed, "Then why is it so bright?" "Good glowstick, perhaps?" He hummed again, then handed it to Stone to keep. He started walking closer to you, and he grabbed your chin to look at him. "Look, adolescent, Don't play games with me." "I-I'm not, I don't know what's going on a-and I'm s-scared c-cause I thought that my dad was dead, and I didn't want him to die as well, and-" You burst into tears, all of your anxiety caught up to you and exploded within. 

You dropped to the ground and held your knees to yourself. You couldn't stop crying, even though it showed that you were vulnerable right now, you just couldn't stop. Stone kneeled beside you and started rubbing circles into your back. Doctor just stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, as someone just started crying in front of him, seemingly without warning. He just left you crying with Stone. 

It was hard, you didn't want to cry but your body was crying without you meaning it to, leaving you feeling awful making you cry more. Stone just kneeled there rubbing your back and giving you tissues while you were crying into yourself, which was for a while, because you couldn't stop. Eventually you did stop, but that was when all the tears in your body were gone.

You breathed in, and blew your nose again before standing up. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. I shouldn't cry." He gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to cry, it must have been a lot for you today." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it was." You threw away your tissues and breathed in really deep. "I'm okay now, I promise." "Okay. You ready to go out there?" 

"Yeah, I think so." You opened the door and took a look at the clock when you sat back down with Wade. 6:11. Doctor was talking to somebody else when you sat down. "You okay? Your eyes are puffy and red, did they make you cry?" You shook your head. "No, they didn't make me cry. I'm fine Wade." He said nothing, but moved the tissue box closer to you.

You were exhausted, but you fought with your tiredness to stay awake by stabbing yourself with your fingernails. You did end up falling asleep, but you woke up at 8:22, so it was just a little nap. Wade tapped you on the shoulder to see if you were awake. He needed to tell you something. "Hey, you awake?" You mumbled something, and then shook your head to wake up. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I understand, but they have a plan as to where you'll be staying." You were more awake at that point, "What? What do you mean?" He paused for a moment then shook his head about something mentally. "Um, so, you won't be staying at your house 'cause it's an investigation zone and you would be trampling evidence, and since both of your guardians are unavailable to watch you, you will be staying with them - I think." You blinked slowly at him, "Why can't I stay with you?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know. Sorry, kiddo."  Doctor and Stone stopped by Wade's desk where you two were, "Did you manage to relay the information?" Doctor asked in a demanding tone. "Yeah, I told Y/N that they wouldn't be staying with me." The phone started to ring, and Wade picked it up before Doctor could. 

Tom's voice was a bit staticky, but you could hear him through the phone. "Hey Wade." Wade whispered into the phone, "What is going on, Tom? There are these men in suits and they were asking about you and asking about terrorism, and I told them you couldn't put bait on, there is no way he's a terrorist." Tom cut him off, "Wade, I need you to not let them know I called you." Wade looked at Doctor and Stone, "Yeah, I think they already know." 

Doctor grabbed the phone out of Wade's hand, "Mr. Wachowski ." "Ah, Hello Robotnik." "I want you to know that the only other person to punched me in the face was the school yard bully, he hit me in the cafeteria causing a blunt force contusion to the soft tissue surrounding my orbital bone, humiliated me in front of the entire school and you know what I did in response?" "I assume that you went to the teacher and reported him?" "No, I examined the inefficiency in a world where brawn overtrumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency. The boy ate his meals through a straw for a year. You are about to become the bully with a straw. I am coming for you Mr. Wachowski and when I catch you- I'll." Tom hung up the phone abruptly, stopping Robotnik from finishing his sentence.

"Hello? Hello? Hello Hello Hello?" Wade interrupted Robotnik, "Um, I think he hung up actually, 'cause I noticed the light isn't on." "Thank you, Officer Brainfart." Wade pouted at the insult. "You know what, just sit there and be you - sless." He beckoned for you to come with him as he walked off from the room.

"Um, aren't any of you going to erase my memory or something?! I will tell people about this!" But nobody did anything.

You followed Robotnik and Stone where they stopped in front of the truck. "Now, adolescent, are there any questions for my superior intellect?" You fiddled with your fingers, "A-actually, yes there is, Why couldn't I stay with Wade?" He laughed a little, "You were in the home and care of a terrorist, why would we let you be alone with someone when we could watch you?" Stone entered the truck, and it was just you and Robotnik outside. 

"B-but I d-didn't do anything, Why are you watching me?" He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them in frustration, and screamed at you, "BECAUSE!"

You grabbed the tranquilizer in your pants, I am not going with someone with power in the government that high, he can do almost anything without consequences, he could do anything to me. You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

I'm bored so imma do this :)

Normally any where from 6-9.

Kinda?

Pooh's heffalump movie or we can be heroes.

I try to do it every couple of days however sometimes it varies and I don't regress for ages or I keep regressing instead.

Chicken nuggies or apple slices!!

I have a few dummies/pacifiers but I hardly use them as I prefer my thumb. :)

I actively started trying to regress 2 years ago however I've subconscious done it for longer.

Soft blankets! Maybe a pale blue or purple colour theme along with light grey!

My bunny stuffie! I love her!! 🐰

Yes, 2 brothers.

Crayons!!! 🖍

Naps, movies or shows while drawing or doing activities. Something to keep my brain busy! :)

Bunny. (I was not the most creative when I got her 😂😶)

Candy!

RACOON!! 🦝 I WANT MY VERY OWN TRASH PANDA SOOOO BAD!! Or a fish!!! Like a goldfish!

7!

Night owl!! 🌙

Don't want to go into detail but it was a very happy and fun moment with my family whilst on holiday. <3

I love them once I'm in them but I don't ever want to get in them at first!

Ozzy as its my old cats name <3

5,3 I think?

Activities/colouring whilst watching TV!

A flip but majority if the time little.

Nicknames and praise.

I feel at peace and I like the calm.

[steeltwigz]

Movie Sonic is having such a bad time. His father LOVES some animals, like his dog Ozzy, but wants to harm and even kill others that he deems unworthy or lesser? And the "lesser animal" is like racoons and other creatures he dubs "pests"? Animals that are just trying to survive all alone in a world so much bigger than them? Animals that are just looking for their next meal, fighting to live another day? Animals that trespass and steal to because they don't know any better, don't have any other choice? He would internalize that shit so fast, what do you MEAN his dad is a COP

[mama-vaggie]

"me haf plushy named Ozzie" *walks away den comes back with four plushies* "see" *I point at racoon* "Dat Ozzie, u choose anofer one to pway wif!" )easily distacted anon(

Dis one?

*chooses a white tiger*

[tthebanished]

STATS

NAME: edward ‘eddie’ munson hayes AGE: 23 GENDER: trans man ORIENTATION: pansexual / queer  OCCUPATION: musician PARENTS: sarah hayes (mother), james munson (father) SIBLINGS: damien munson (half-brother)   PETS: black cat (ozzy) + racoon (joan) EYE COLOR: brown HAIR COLOR: brunette HAIR STYLE: short(ish), growing it out, soft curls   DETAILS: several tattoos, top surgery scars, scar on his abdomen  ALIGNMENTS: chaotic good ZODIAC: leo sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising  ALLERGIES: ironically cats, penicillin

HISTORY

eddie is a proud transman, he is the frontman for the band hellfire, a nu-metal meets 90's grunge inspired trio from Chicago, IL. eddie knew from a young age that he was a boy, came out to his parents when he was FIFTEEN years old, and while his mom was relatively supportive, his dad was not. the first thing eddie did after he came out to his parents with shave his head, he loved his hair, and while it broke his fucking heart to do it, it marked the start of a new beginning, and his first attempt to break away from the forced femininity of the last 15 years of his life.

his dad's abuse got worse, the name-calling, the misgendering, eventually lead to bruise that he'd hide, until social services stepped in, and he went to live with his uncle wayne. his uncle wayne is where he gets his love of music from, when he moved in with him he started learning guitar on his uncle's old acoustic, as it turned out the kid was a natural with a real ear for learning song by sound alone, no need for tabs. in freshman year he started a garage band with his friends, called corroded coffin their shows would always bring a decent little crowd but eddie eventually outgrew them, and when his friends went off to college eddie didn't, eddie found himself a new sound, and a new bassist and the band hellfire was born.

eddie moved to LA with his best friend and the drummer of hellfire, jd (@clockworkfm) just shy of his twentieth birthday, the band were almost picked up by a larger record label but wanted the band to tone down their image and lyrics and didn't love how loud and unapologetically queer eddie was, eddie refused to dull himself down for whatever ridiculous heteronormative bullshit was being pushed on him, so they turned down the offer, but it wasn't long before they found themselves signed with another LA based independent label, stranger records inc.

by twenty-three eddie had saved enough to for his top surgery, and that was when the eddie we all now and love really came into himself. his confidence sky rocketed and he started growing his hair out again, no longer scared to lean into what he's once seen as feminine now with a more, fuck you attitude to conformity he started to explore his self-expression more, messing around with his image, a little eyeliner here, black painted nails, leather skirts on stage, and showing off his top surgery scars with fucking pride whenever he plays a show.

eddie has a lowkey drug problem, but he's what you'd call a functional addict but has been known to show up to shows and interviews high as fuck, he's been using drugs as a coping mechanism / self-medicating himself for ADHD which went undiagnosed until very recently.

he's also worked on some solo projects, with an acoustic EP released in its own right under his stage name eddie hayes towards the end of the pandemic in 2020, he recorded and wrote the whole thing in his home studio, and it's his most vulnerable and personal work to date. currently, the band are working on their third studio album.

[bl00dbite]

hehehe *pat pat*

bear by @/MiskTakeBear on twitter

[rjshepofftheshits]

thinkin bout my osmosis jones au again

i decided ozzy should be in it too. i WAS thinking maybe since the oj movie takes place in new england and raccoon city is on the east coast, maybe the cities could be pretty close? but literally 1 second of googling reminded me raccoon city and arklay are canonically based on the ozarks in Arkansas so that's that idea out the window. i wanted ozzy to make it to patient zero bc he's looking for revenge on the virus that killed frank, shane and hector ( not to mention all ozzy's friends like maria, leah and esp drix) i thought maybe there could be a t-virus outbreak in hector and shanes school? like how umbrella tested on orphans in racoon city? i wanted him to be hunting the virus varient that eventually becomes myx. but since she winds up dead, he decides to stay put in patient zero to help her stop the people that made the virus in the first place. he couldnt save shane, hector OR frank but he can help zero stop anyone else from suffering that fate.

But all that's kinda hard to wrangle so my next idea was maybe to rewrite what i have already so that thrax is taken back to frank, with ozzy and drix. all 3 of them are sucked up a needle when the doctors so they can find out what almost killed frank in the first place .

UNFORTUNATELY the lab they send the sample to is umbrella controlled, and they're interested in thrax as a mutagen for the t-virus, hence how he winds up in patient zero. i really like the revenge angle for ozzy but this makes more sense . maybe kill off drix in this au? am no sure, i have about half a fic writen and i really like it but im going to try and rework it so i can have this setup instead.

actually last moment brain wave. maybe i can keep what i have and just add something else onto the start? so tldr is thrax is in a body called trent bc trent is an umbrella scientist who got bitten by an infected animal, an animal thrax was hiding in after nearly dying in the alcohol jar. since umbrella scientists are IDIOTS , trent tells no one he's been bit and winds up catching a nasty case of whatever the fuck myx is. thrax meets myx in trents body but what if i change it so he meets her before, in like a petri dish or something? maybe get injected right into Zero without all the faffing around body jumping via bites?

like i said, im not sure it was just a last minute thought as i was about to post this, ima head to bed now think about it more in the morning

[alison-anonymous]

flawsome bandits pt. 9 ♡ sonic

Flawsome Security

I AM BACK!!! This chapter may be a bit short, but it’s just because this is the second half of the story and I needed to introduce some new concepts! 

I have brought you all some more Flawsome Bandits for you special little darlings <3 I got a little excited and wrote an entire plot line for the rest of this story in a day, and I just finished writing this part tonight! So the next update might come soon, the next chapter is a bit more complicated so I still have to figure out how to write it. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and please let me know if there is anything or anyone you would like to see in the chapters to come! I love you all and please let me know what you think! 

Warnings - some hEaRtWrEnChInG fluff 

♡♡♡

Five months later…

If Y/n had to pick one period of her life where everything was perfect, it would be this one.

It had been five months since the great attack between Y/n, Sonic, and Dr. Robotnik had occurred and no one had seen or heard a thing about the crazy man in ages. While Y/n and Sonic had been staying in isolation inside the Wachowski residence, the government was sweeping the streets and subtly interrogating citizens in order to see if they had any knowledge of their whereabouts. After a couple of months, they eventually gave up and plopped the case into the cold. Once things were finally deemed safe, and after a thorough inspection by Tom, Y/n and Sonic were able to roam about Green Hills freely again. 

You would think that the people would freak out a little bit whenever they saw two alien hedgehogs walking down the streets, cracking weird jokes and singing or zipping around the place. But they actually saw the two as their own special town heroes; like they had their own unique Superman and Superwoman. Y/n was even asked to start helping Crazy Carl again in his notorious escapades of eliminating all the racoons, who he claimed were secretly geniuses and were rummaging through our trash to find anything valuable to power their supercomputers. 

I mean… he was right about Sonic, so why not give him a chance?

Sonic was even asked to help around the bakeries and grocers with some doordash delivery services, making some extra cash for his Less Than 3 Seconds delivery service. He liked to brag about the fact that he could take literally anything from the store and hardly anyone would bat an eye. This also meant that anytime Y/n even mentioned that she needed something, he would disappear and then be back in a blink holding that exact thing. With Sonic and Y/n being able to make some extra cash helping around, it encouraged Tom and Maddie to work even harder at their jobs as well. Tom reclaimed his throne as Green Hills’ favorite cop, and Maddie went back to the pet hospital. The shared strange experiences that the four had encountered only proceeded to bond them together to form an even tighter family than they ever were before. Tom and Maddie had to admit that it did take them a while to get used to Y/n’s true form, but they loved every inch of her and were simply happy that she was happy. 

Of course, enrolling them into public school was still a huge no, so they kept up the homeschooling as well. Knowing Sonic, he caught up to Y/n super fast, and it wasn’t too long before the two were helping each other Quick Study using flash cards and exercising at the same time. Speaking of their relationship, Tom had finally listened to Maddie and backed off a little bit to give room for their relationship to flourish. Because hey, if Y/n’s boyfriend was living under his roof, then he could control him like a puppet if he ever did anything to hurt her, right? 

But… there was one teeny tiny, itsy bitsy little problem. 

Y/n and Sonic never talked about… that night. You know. When they said “I love you.” Of course, they had always planned on it. But they were never quite able to find the right time. Just as they were about to get ready for the talk, Tom or Maddie would walk in or they would suddenly remember needing to do something and race off without even thinking. Maybe they were subconsciously intentionally avoiding the subject. It was a pretty intense conversation after all, and the damper as to whether or not the other had changed their mind always remained a prominent issue. 

Fear is very debilitating, you know.

But their feelings were growing stronger by the day. Every second that they spent with one another was a moment that they never wanted to end. This evening was one of those moments.

Tom and Maddie had been invited out to dinner with some of Tom’s work buddies and their wives, so while they were out drinking finely aged wine and trying to figure out what the best angle was to bite on some cheese bread, Y/n and Sonic had the house to themselves. 

Of course, Ozzy was their chaperone.

The two had planned an amazing afternoon of relaxation by plucking out a huge pile of movies to watch until they passed out from exhaustion. Most of them consisted of horribly rated horror movies so that they could make fun of them, while others consisted of action and romcoms that you just had to watch one more time. They had decided to take a break to make themselves a nice and healthy dinner, just like Tom and Maddie had wanted them to. It ended up looking more like an ice cream sundae, filled with (favorite ice cream), banana slices, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, waffle cookies, and a bunch of other stuff that Sonic had thrown in there. 

“Oh, damnit,” Y/n sighed as she stood on the kitchen counter, arms holding the cabinet doors open. “We don’t have any Eggos.”

“Fret not, M’Lady,” Sonic cried dramatically from his spot on the kitchen island. His green eyes sparkled with excitement as Y/n chuckled, her cheeks turning red at the nickname. He had gotten a bit too into the fantasy movie they had just finished watching. “Your hero is here!”

And in a blue flash, he was gone. In the time that it took Y/n to blink, he was already back, holding three packs of her favorite kind of Eggos in his arms. He tossed two of them in the fridge and held one package out to her proudly. 

“Why, thank you, Sonic,” she giggled, deciding to keep her mythical accent in order to please him. Her gloved hand brushed against his as she took the pack out of his hands, a little flicker of electricity excitedly floating across their skin at the contact. She quickly ripped it open and plopped two of the waffles onto the sundae, smiling proudly. 

“Dinner!” 

Another dozen switched positions on the couch and two more movies in, Y/n and Sonic finally ended up settling on The Conjuring. Their bellies were full of junk food and were covered up with soft blankets as they huddled together. There were a few jumpscared that actually got Y/n, but for the most part the only tension came from the decreasing distance between the two hedgehogs. Just as the credits were rolling across the screen, Sonic had wrapped his arm around Y/n’s shoulders in a totally casual manner. They listened silently to the eerie music as the actors went floating up the darkened screen. Ozzy lay passed out on the floor in front of them, next to the coffee table that held all of their dirty dishes. Y/n’s heart began to pound and her stomach felt like it was going to crawl up and spew out of her mouth as she finally turned her head to face Sonic. 

“Hey, Son…?” 

“Yeah?” He turned to her, the darkened screen making his emerald eyes grow paranormally in the dark. Hers were doing the same. They scooted away just an inch or two so that they were facing one another, Sonic’s arm still splayed across the back of the couch as he looked at her with curious, yet affectionate eyes. Y/n cleared her throat, trying to figure out how she wanted to begin this. It was now or never, right? And they had already waited for quite some time.

“I… I know that we never really talked about… um… you know,” she silently kicked herself for making things so awkward, but her nerves were getting the better of her. She could practically feel her tail shaking behind her. “I meant what I said. And I need to know if you did too…” Her heart was pounding so rapidly she could barely think over the sound, nerves skyrocketing through the roof. E/c eyes began to fill with a mixture of hope and fear as she looked up into Sonic’s emerald ones. His mouth opened and shut like a fish, void of any sound. She could only fear the worst… he didn’t mean it. He didn’t care about her the way that she did about him, did he? He secretly hated h-

“Of course I meant it! Y/n, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I guess I just never really realized it until now,” He gave her a sheepish smile, his seriousness being a completely new side of him that only ever came out when he was sincere about something. Y/n felt the butterflies go nuts in her stomach, a blush rising across her cheeks. “I think we both know that we’re kind of entirely new to this, but I was just afraid to ruin things between us. We’ve been running for most of our lives, never really having a place to call our home. But throughout all of the hard times and adventures we’ve been through, you were the one constant. Whenever I look at you…” Sonic’s emerald gaze softened as a loving smile game across his lips. “I’m home.”

A huge grin took over Y/n’s face, her eyes beginning to fill with tears of happiness. “Sonic… you’re my home, too.” Before he had a chance to say more beautiful things to make her heart melt, she threw her arms around his furry neck and buried her head in his neck. Sonic was quick to return the gesture, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her tightly. It felt like cloud nine being there with one another, knowing that they felt the same. That they would make things work just like they always did. They fat together like two pieces of a puzzle; the one person that they could never get tired of. The one person that they loved everything about. The one person who was their home. Home never truly was just one place, was it? 

It was them. 

“Okay, okay,” Y/n slowly breathed as they finally pulled apart. She ran a nervous gloved hand through her quills and gave him a bashful smile. “We’ll take things slow? Since we’re so new to this and everything.” Sonic eagerly nodded.

“Yes! I mean, yeah sure,” he attempted to play it cool by leaning back against the couch, but his excitement remained ever present in his eyes every time he looked at her. “Slow. Oh, and um, how are we going to make sure Donut Lord doesn’t kill me?” 

Y/n giggled, moving closer to her partner and snuggling up into his side. Sonic happily obliged by wrapping his one arm around her and pulling her closer into him. The warmth of his body heat made her never want to leave as she hummed softly to lift the TV remote over to hand. 

“You let me take care of that. By the way, Conjuring? Yay or nay?” 

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started! First of all, every single person in here is suffering from an extreme lack of Snickers. Like seriously. They just ain’t themselves when they’re hungry.” 

♡♡♡

At around eleven o’clock, Maddie and Tom Wachowski quietly slipped through their front door. After the very interesting dinner with their friends, the gang had wanted to go out and get some drinks. Seeing no way out of it, they decided to tag along. It was only when Wade tried to strip and ride a mechanical bull at the same time that they called it a night. They knew Y/n and Sonic well enough to figure that they would have passed out on the couch watching movies, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the TV still flashing scenes from Dead Silence across the quiet living room. 

The couple quietly made their way into the hall and peered into the room to see the two hedgehogs passed out on the couch. Sonic lay on his back with his arms wrapped around Y/n, whose head rested on his chest and her legs were splayed across the other half of the couch. The sight was so adorable that it brought Maddie back to her young love days as she pressed a hand against her chest. A smile formed across her face as she watched the steady rise and fall of their breathing. Unfortunately, Tom was not quite as happy.

“W-what the hell?” His grip on their leftovers tightened as he stared daggers at Sonic’s arm wrapped tightly around his daughter’s waist. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Oh, come on, Tom,” Maddie playfully smacked him in the chest. “They’re just kids. They’ve known each other their whole life, remember?” Tom let out a defeated huff, but his lips were still edged in a frown.

“But… that’s my daughter right there. And that’s a boy. With his arm. Doing things.” He turned to stare intensely at his wife. “Things I don’t like.”

Maddie laughed quietly at his expression, and grabbed his arm to tug him with her into the kitchen. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to take off these high heels that feel like nails and take a nice long bath while you put the leftovers away and raid the icebox to see if we still have those macaroons the kids got us for Valentine’s day.” She pecked him on the cheek, a warm smile floating across her lips as she looked him in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Years of being married, and Maddie was still able to catch him off guard.

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A couple hours later, the house had fallen completely silent. Even Ozzy’s snoring had ceased to an open mouthed whistle as he lay on his stomach, belly exposed to the air of the living room. Maddie and Tom lay fast asleep under the covers of their bed, and Y/n and Sonic remained asleep on the couch. Everything was silent until a slow, melodic tune floated through the air. 

Y/n stirred on Sonic’s chest. She unconsciously buried her head deeper into his fur in an attempt to float back into the REM cycle. But the tune came once again, this time more forcefully. Demanding attention. When it realized Y/n was still asleep, it wafted through the air, this time louder.

Y/n’s e/c eyes popped open. She gulped, recognizing the sound instantly. Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Last time she acknowledged the sound, it shot her on a brand new adventure in which she almost lost the love of her life. She turned her head back to Sonic’s chest, pointedly glaring at the air around her in hopes that whatever it was would get the hint. A couple of moments passed in silence, and her heartbeat finally slowed. Her eyelids gradually fluttered closed. 

Ah~, ah~...

♡ a.a.

[slywrites]

Sorry in advance cause I am terrible at describing stuff 😂 For the I wish you would write thing: Tbh I’d love to see a fic where Chris decides he wants to start playing his guitar again. It’s been a couple years so he’s a bit rusty at first but after a while he’s able to play a little tune. It brings up some bittersweet memories of his time with STARS. Would he able to continue playing or would it be too hard? Yes this is dumb. I just want a fic with Chris and his guitar - Nessie

I loved writing this little blurb!! You are not terrible at describing stuff at all I got just what you were saying thank you so much Nessie <3  

Claire just had to get him an acoustic guitar for his birthday. Not just any acoustic but a Reimagined Martin D-28 dreadnought acoustic. Beautiful and expensive. Why she decided this was a good gift after Chris stopped playing years ago, he didn’t understand. When he saw the large box that sat on the couch when he walked into their shared home, he kind of expected it to be the Coharie Arms CA-415 he mentioned he liked from John Wick when they watched it a few weeks ago.

Though it wasn’t the rifle he wanted, the guitar was still a happy surprise. Claire could barely hide the smile on her face as he unwrapped the plain green wrapping paper.

“Thanks, sis,” Chris forced a smile, “It’s been a while.”

“I know, I know. But I thought about all your guitars that got destroyed in Racoon City. I thought you‘d might want to pick it back up, after everything with New York..” Claire wrung her hands in her lap.

Chris situated the large body under his right arm as his fingers danced over the frets on the neck. Naturally his fingers went to a familiar position and played the main riff of the Rolling Stones classic “Satisfaction.”

Claire clapped with the largest smile on her face. Chris couldn’t help but mimic her smile. All he could think about was the electric guitar he brought to the S.T.A.R.S. office. He missed that guitar and all the memories it held in the strings. Before a mission, he’d kick his feet up on his desk and take requests from the other S.T.A.R.S. members just to ease the tension.

Back then, he could fix a bad day with forcing the other members to join in an impromptu karaoke session. Brad and Barry would join in instantly, singing along badly to whatever rock song Chris had learned. Jill would slowly tap her foot and move to the melody till the chorus hit and she quietly sang to herself. Then she would warm up to the song and sing a little louder. Rebecca would always smile and clap to whatever Chris played whether or not she knew the song, she’d always give him praise. Wesker would….The memories that were embedded in the strings and frets were warped after finding out the truth about Wesker, the rehab Jill was still currently going through, the loss of Brad…

Chris strummed his new acoustic and it was clearly out of tune. Claire’s brows furrowed as she saw the tensed look that passed her brother’s face. He looked okay just moments ago. A thought crossed her mind and Claire took out her phone and stood up from the couch. She took a few steps back, and bent at the waist with her phone out in front of her.

“Smile!”

Chris held the guitar up a little to show off the nice light brown glossy spruce wood. Claire snapped a few photos then jumped to sit on the couch next to him. The camera swapped and she took a few selfies with him and his gift.

“Happy Birthday Chris,” Claire said.

“Thanks Claire,” he smiled, “Any requests?”

Claire shook the worry out of her head and laughed, “You think you can still play as good?”

Chris scoffed and expertly played the opening to Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.” As the song shifted to the first opening line, Chris’s fingers flubbed on the neck and a very out of tune note reverberated through the room.

“Maybe I just need some practice,” he chuckled.

Though, the gift wasn’t what he expected it’s definitely one that he needed. Chris focused on the positive memories instead and made a promise to himself to only focus on the good as he lightly played random chords. He leaned back into the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table enthralled with the smooth sound of the acoustic guitar.

[grcndel]

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:    Grendael, Grindael, or just Grendel  --  it’s all the same, and to be honest, he doesn’t like any of them.  goes by Gren;  alias on paperwork is G. Kabandha. ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍:     verse-dependent;  usually single by default in early verses and with Murdoc by default in his later years. ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:     superhuman strength, resilience, and regeneration.  shapeshifting. ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:     a very pretty greenish-blue.  swampy in some lighting, oceanic in others. ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:     dark brown, almost black.  dyes navy blue into it for a raven-feather affect. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒:     Aglaecwif, mother, presumedly deceased  --  again.   /   Cain, father, absentee until Grendel’s already fully grown and integrated into human society.   /  Belial, one of his many long-lost half-brothers on his father’s side, and certainly the one he’s closest to.   /   Holly, Lily, their late mother Maple, Nerissa, Gwen, Mary, etc. are all like mothers, daughters, and sisters to him. ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒:     varies throughout the years.  him and Murdoc end up with a possum named Ozzy, a racoon named Geezer, two cats named Aggie and Lemmy, and Muds’ bird Cortez.  prior to that, Gren’s had a pocket pitbull named Lola, a hissing cockroach named Rodney, and a handful of frogs with ridiculous names. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:     authority.  it’s not an unfounded hatred, either  --  he’s a disenfranchised gay GNC black man living in a low-income area of the Bronx.  he has every fucking reason not to like cops. ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒:     watercolor illustrations, general doodling, storytelling, poetry and short fiction / prosaic writing, playing bass, beatboxing, throatsinging, musical vocals as a whole, burying his nose in overly-complicated philosophy books. ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄:       yeah.  a lot of people.  he was a fucking mass-murderer in his younger years and he’s still not above killing someone now.  when he warns you that he could put you in the ground, he means it. ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄:     read point above. ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌:     frogs, anglerfish, sharks, seals, any reptilian or aquatic predator, really.  he kind of looks like a big bear, too.  or a french bulldog.  or a cow. ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:     drinking, cussing, being overly blunt, obnoxiously friendly behavior that ends up getting him in trouble, blowing up over little things, self-sacrificing to the point of self-destruction, over-protectiveness, openly abrasive attitude, drug dependencies he can never seem to kick for good, a million other things that annoy both himself and everyone around him that he just can’t bring himself to chop. ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒:     he doesn’t believe in idols and never has.  there are people he wishes the world had more of, but he doesn’t model himself after anyone. ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:     homosexual. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒:     Grendel’s had his hand in raising children before, and treated them as if they were his own.  he can’t see himself getting married, though, if only for the fact that he views himself as being unlovable. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄:       a lot of people.  his found family.  his actual family.  strangers walking by who look like they’re having a good time and spread infectious smiles unto him.  people who give him money when he’s frozen on the side of the street.  the homeless folk he hangs around and goes bar-hopping with.  friends he made in prison that still cross his mind from time to time.  that one warden he was cool with because the dude always bummed him free cigarettes.  his weed dealer.  people who’ve been dead for hundreds of years.  the men he captained when he was in the navy.  his beau. ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒:     if you’re funny and a good person, you’re golden.  laugh at his shitty jokes and don’t disagree with him on basic moral premises.  give him his space and respect his bubble.  keep your voice low.  that’s  ...  pretty much all it takes, he doesn’t ask for a whole hell of a lot;  treat him like a person and his loyalty’s yours. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊:     cherry brandy or amaretto, if we’re talking alcoholic.  if we’re going the virgin route  --  pineapple juice. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓:     Central Park.  he has a favorite bench. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍:     the lake.  water’s cleaner.  doesn’t make his hair crunchy or his skin feel like shit.  less people. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄:     someone imperfect, so he can empathize with them.  someone who’s made mistakes.  someone funny and confident.  someone who will love him the way he loves them.  really.  i mean it.  he doesn’t ask for a lot. ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒:     camping.  if Grendel could refrain from setting foot in another manmade structure for the rest of his life, he would.

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[jasonsutekh]

Over the Hedge (2006)

A racoon tricks a group of foraging animals into stealing from the human suburbs in order to pay back an angry bear.

 The humour is rather compelling in this film, for one thing there is some subtext included with it when the animals are viewing human society as it’s an opportunity to make social and environmental criticisms. There are also some amusing exaggerations and basic puns which pay off quite nicely. The animation is also of a particularly high standard for a relatively short feature.

 A lot of the film was taken up with montages, there must have been at least three that took nearly an entire music track which are amusing and effective but still take up time that could be spent with development. The plot was relatively simple and there weren’t any real twists or unexpected elements so it’s aimed at a pretty young audience. The ending also felt a little rushed.

 The characters were all amusing in their own ways and there weren’t any that got annoying which can happen in animated films. The voices all fitted well and most of the main cast were recognisable. Although there were a few obvious gags thrown in for necessity, most of the humour paid off and was reinforced by the animation.

 There were a couple of small parts which didn’t work great, like the zoon out gag which was used twice in the film and the fact that Verne keeps losing his shell even though tortoise shells are fused with their spines. The villains weren’t closely characterised but that’s partly due to it being from the perspective of animals. The threat of the humans is only really solved in the short term since their on a small island of nature and will have to risk their lives every time they want to eat forever.

 4/10 -It’s below average, but only just!-

 -When they name the hedge, Hammy calls it Steve because he thinks it’s a pretty name. The actor playing Hammy is called Steve.

-Tiger is a Persian cat and the actor voicing him is from Persian (Iranian) descent.

-When Ozzy does his playing dead acting scene, one of the porcupine children says “Props to the Ozzman” and they have their hands in maloiks (devil horn symbol from heavy metal fandom) which is a reference to Ozzy Osbourne.