#sunglasses hamster !!!

[hamham-moments]

[oldfangirl81]

So I ordered this guy because of the character I made for my fic, Sir Reginald. He is Buck's demonic talking hamster. The flag is showing his support.

Size and appearance are close enough. The dragon, Matches, I gave Eddie in a different au.

The fic is a wip called Day of Cricetinae

[strayingawayy]

it's the little things for me

chan: folding the laundry as he admires you while you scream to lady gaga on a friday night, cleaning your spectacles/ sun glasses for you, feeding you with his own chopsticks, making sure you're on the opposite side of the traffic while crossing the street, taking strands of hair out of your mouth when you're asleep, making sure he always has time for you, rocking you in his arms while you cry, sharing the tiniest of umbrellas even if you BOTH get wet in the process, silently wiping sauce off your face while you ramble on about the latest gossip at work/uni, sends flowers to your place on random days, saying he loves you more than he loves the ocean. lee know: wearing even the most cringe frilly pink aprons you'll get him which stay stuff like 'kiss the cook' or 'mr. good lookin is cookin', learning how to make all your comfort foods, buying you stuffed toys resembling your childhood pets, always making you taste test the food he's cooking, "do you want it to be spicier? it'll help with the cold.", oiling and massaging your hair on sunday mornings, talking to you like he does with his cats whenever you're sick, screeching to songs in the car, buying stupid matching sunglasses, sharpening your pencils for you, leaving sooni, doongi and dori at his parents' claiming you spend more time with them than him, cracking your fingers when he's bored.

changbin: washing your dishes no matter how much you insist you can do it, keeping in touch with your family once you introduce them to him, giving you piggy back rides, letting you make stupidly cute hairstyles with his hair, sleeping with your stuffed toys when you're not at home, always packing your favourite toothpaste because he knows how much you despise the hotel ones, letting you win at arm wrestling, racing with you to the nearby convenience store.

hyunjin: learning your drink orders for different moods and seasons, slipping little encouraging notes with the cutest doodles into your bag, jacket pockets, underwear pile, EVERYWHERE, clicking lots of candid polaroids of you, always keeping a lipbalm in his pocket for you, making a list of places you want to visit and taking you on surprise trips, rubbing your noses together, drawing on your arms while you watch a movie, listening to you rant about your passions all. night. long.

jisung: always wanting you to share new music you like with him, buying you guys matching fluffy house slippers with the most bizarre stuff like cheese puffs or flamingos on them, decorating your shared space with childhood photos of you, singing karaoke with you until 4 am, watching panda and hamster videos together, singing you awake every morning, playing careless whisper as a way of asking you to dance with him, binging studio ghibli movies with you on days off, afternoon naps, watching fireflies together, weird nicknames like 'cake batter eater' or 'hairbrush stealer', rewatching childhood cartoons, doubling over in laughter one second and having the most serious conversations the next, "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

felix: reporting accounts which abuse skzoo >:(, always stocking up on your favourite snacks, letting you tease him over his small hands, giving you the best massages after long days, whispering and quiet laughing in silent spaces, biting your shoulder whenever you expose him in front of the boys, showing off his latest dance moves while dusting the house, giggling and rolling around in fresh sheets you just finished putting on, being your personal heater during the winters, miserably gardening together, smiling in between kisses.

seungmin: learning small phrases in your mother tongue and making sure his pronunciation is on spot, wearing animal onesies together, waking you up with your favourite cup of coffee every morning, giving you head scratches when you can't sleep, cuddling together on a rocking chair, fighting over who pays for the bill, going to fancy stores and trying out clothes only to leave without buying anything, always finding you first whenever there's a blackout, going to the local adoption center and cooing at puppies together, tracing your features while you sleep, a quick forehead kiss before he rushes to work, replacing photocards you have of other members with his own.

jeongin: "mentioned you in their story", staying on call with you when you're taking a cab at night, wearing normal shoes when he goes out with you, eating caramel popcorn at 2 am, getting on a subway and going to the nearby town because you heard it's raining there and needed a reason to dance together, laying his head on your lap while reading manga, wearing fuzzy socks, trying out stupid tiktok couple trends, pretending to be a toxic couple while grocery shopping.

[spacexcowgirl]

oh loopsie u r so right thank u very much <3

hi loopsie <3 🗿

hi rose<33 you give me both vibes yes yes

[rahuratna]

Some fluffy headcanons about Modern AU Bg3 companions at the park:

Wyll: The guy who walks his beautiful dog, Scratch, every evening, and you can bet he's togged out in designer leisure wear. Owns a spacious bachelor pad not far away. Smiles at everyone he passes. Turns out, his family owns the park.

Gale: Shows up to play outdoor chess with the elderly veterans on a Thursday and Sunday. Loses matches with good grace, and then spends ten minutes fitfully scribbling in a pocket notepad while the game is still fresh in his memory.

Karlach: At the skate section. Knows everyone there by name. Stunt queen supreme. Will share workouts and recipes when you strike up a conversation. Does a mean barbeque.

Lae'zel: Jogs like she's training for the military. Does five rounds of the entire park before dropping and doing push-ups. Aggressive eye contact with anyone who looks her way. Snarls at children who get too close. Sits with elbows on knees and gimlet-stares into the horizon.

Shadowheart: Brings a comfy, worn cushion and blanket, sits under her favourite tree and reads. Has resting bitch face, and minds her space, but loves when dogs run up to her. Has smudgy eyeshadow and all the snacks.

Astarion: Sticks near the cafe at the information  center because there's 'too much grass' everywhere else. Keeps giving you bedroom eyes over the rim of his sunglasses. You turn around and see that he's actually looking at his reflection in the floor length mirror behind you.

Halsin: Holds yoga and meditation classes at the park. Everyone in awe of his physique. A waiting list ten miles long for all of his classes. Belly laugh that rings through the whole park when people crack jokes with him after class. Gives kids rides on his shoulders.

Jaheira: Used to work on a wildlife reserve and is retired. Now volunteers at the information centre. Don't ask for discounts, because she gets sassy. Will have your ears burning. Tells you that you look like you need a coffee.

Minsc: Shows up every weekend morning and takes endless videos and photos of his pet hamster. Joins Halsin's yoga class and insists on allowing Boo to perform stances too. Has running conversations with Boo that are sweet, but also have people backing away.

[thedemoninme141]

Things she hates...

Was messing with @ortegalvr when I got this idea.

Y/n: Okay, we've already talked about things we love, now tell me things you hate.

Wednesday: ponders for a moment Hmm... giggling, smiling, laughing, flowers, balloons, glitter, rainbows, clowns, small talk, sunshine, daytime in general. Parties, warm weather, loud music, loud people, happiness, high-pitched voices, people who laugh at nothing, baby pictures, motivational quotes, pop songs, cheerleaders, unicorns, birthday cakes, scented candles, socks that don't match, matching socks, bright lights, excessive compliments, compliments in general, overly friendly waiters...

Wednesday: pillows that are too soft, pillows that are too hard, pillows with frills, puns, people who say "literally" when they mean "figuratively," selfies, people who overshare on social media, people who don’t use punctuation in text messages, overly happy couples, public displays of affection, people who take pictures of their food, people who always say "good vibes only," bright kitchen tiles, motivational speeches, surprise parties, people who whistle in public, baby animals, happy endings in movies, happy endings in real life, people who cry at happy endings…

Wednesday: ...happy families, people who use baby voices, themed weddings, throw pillows that serve no functional purpose, anyone who calls their pet their "fur baby," people who are too nice to waiters, people who name their cars, excessive enthusiasm in any form, people who say “bless you” after sneezes, people who ask "How are you?" when they clearly don’t care, people who say "Have a good day!" when they clearly have no idea how bad my day is already going, brunch...

Wednesday: ...The color red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, Enid, Yoko, Bianca, Weems, Y/n...

Y/n: Wait what?

Wednesday: ...Group projects, team-building exercises, ice cream, ice cream trucks, don’t get me started on art galleries that feature the so called modern art, particularly those with “meaningful” interpretations. They’re just a collection of squiggles and splatters. I also despise the tradition of making New Year’s resolutions. They’re simply promises that people will break within weeks.

Wednesday: …and parades, people who wear their sunglasses on their head, people who can't handle sarcasm, fake plants, real plants that die too easily, real plants that live for years, touching without asking, hugs, small children, large children, teenagers, adults, people who hum while they eat, people who sing while they eat, people who talk while they eat, puppies, kittens, bunnies, hamsters, parrots, goldfish, dolphins, squirrels, ponies, butterflies, ladybugs, hedgehogs, pandas, koalas, flamingos, chipmunks, penguins, seals, deer, giraffes, zebras, alpacas… takes a deep breath and ducks. You cannot fathom how much I hate ducks.

Y/n: 💀literally dead💀

Wednesday: Hey! I wasn't finished.

[Author's note: She attacks, she protects but most of all she hates. Can it be called a one shot ? idk. ]

-----Worklist!<------

[noahsresources]

HOW WOULD YOUR MUSE DESCRIBE MINE ? ( POSITIVE ASSOCIATIONS )

send an emoji (and/or the description of them) to let them know! if it helps, think about finishing the following sentence from the perspective of your muse: "i think you're _____." (terms source)

🐹 [HAMSTER FACE] — adorable

🪵 [WOOD] — adventurous

😄 [GRINNING FACE WITH SMILING EYES] — agreeable

🤩 [FACE WITH STARRY EYES] — ambitious

🎨 [ARTIST PALETTE] — artistic

📓 [COMPOSITION NOTEBOOK] — attentive

☠️ [SKULL AND CROSSBONES] — bold

💪 [FLEXED BICEP] — brave

⭐️ [STAR] — bright

🫧 [BUBBLES] — bubbly

😶‍🌫️ [FACE IN CLOUDS] — calm

😶 [FACE WITHOUT MOUTH] — careful

☀️ [SUN] — charismatic

🧹 [BROOM] — clean

🖊️ [BALLPOINT PEN] — clever

❤️ [RED HEART] — compassionate

🧡 [ORANGE HEART] — confident

💛 [YELLOW HEART] — considerate

💚 [GREEN HEART] — cool

💙 [BLUE HEART] — cooperative

💜 [PURPLE HEART] — courageous

🖌️ [PAINTBRUSH] — crafty

🤔 [THINKING FACE] — curious

🐱 [CAT FACE] — cute

🏠 [HOUSE] — dedicated

⚓️ [ANCHOR] — dependable

🥇 [GOLD MEDAL] — determined

🌊 [WAVE] — eager

🐚 [SEASHELL] — easygoing

🎬 [CLAPPER BOARD] — encouraging

🌪️ [TORNADO] — energetic

🚗 [CAR] — experienced

🎟️ [ADMISSION TICKET] — fair

👗 [DRESS] — fashionable

🔥 [FIRE] — fiery

💋 [KISS MARK] — flirtatious

☺️ [SMILING FACE] — friendly

😎 [SMILING FACE WITH SUNGLASSES] — fun

💩 [PILE OF POOP] — funny

🎁 [PRESENT] — generous

💐 [BOUQUET] — gifted

👔 [SHIRT AND TIE] — handsome

😀 [GRINNING FACE] — happy

📞 [TELEPHONE RECEIVER] — hardworking

💞 [REVOLVING HEARTS] — helpful

💓 [BEATING HEART] — honest

☁️ [CLOUD] — imaginative

🏹 [BOW AND ARROW] — independent

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] — innocent

🤓 [SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES] — inquisitive

🧐 [FACE WITH MONOCLE] — intelligent

🤪 [GOOFY FACE] — jovial

💝 [HEART WITH RIBBON] — kind

❓ [RED QUESTION MARK] — logical

💕 [TWO HEARTS] — loving

💍 [RING] — loyal

👞 [DRESS SHOE] — mature

🥼 [LAB COAT] — modest

🔮 [CRYSTAL BALL] — mysterious

🧼 [SOAP] — neat

🧑‍🏫 [TEACHER] — obedient

👀 [EYES] — observant

📖 [OPEN BOOK] — open

👍 [THUMBS UP] — optimistic

🎻 [VIOLIN] — passionate

⌛️ [HOURGLASS] — patient

🎱 [BILLIARDS] — perceptive

🐶 [DOG FACE] — playful

🙇 [PERSON BOWING] — polite

🏃 [RUNNER] — quick

🤫 [SHUSHING FACE] — quiet

📚 [BOOKS] — resourceful

💟 [HEART DECORATION] — respectful

🔖 [BOOKMARK] — responsible

🔬 [MICROSCOPE] — serious

🥰 [SMILING FACE WITH HEARTS] — sincere

👓 [GLASSES] — smart

👯 [DANCING PEOPLE] — sociable

🫶 [HEART HANDS] — supportive

🧁 [CUPCAKE] — sweet

🌈 [RAINBOW] — tactful

💃 [WOMAN DANCING] — talented

💬 [SPEECH BALLOON] — talkative

💭 [THOUGHT BALLOON] — thoughtful

🙏 [HANDS PRESSED TOGETHER] — tolerant

🎤 [MICROPHONE] — trusting

🐵 [MONKEY FACE] — unique

💰 [MONEY BAG] — unselfish

🎶 [MUSICAL NOTES] — upbeat

⛑️ [HELMET WITH WHITE CROSS] — vigilant

🌼 [FLOWER] — warm

🧓 [OLDER ADULT] — wise

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 2.*･｡ﾟ

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons part 1 part 3

boyfriend!eren throws everything like a basketball (including but not limited to: trash, clothes, your phone, his phone, snacks (mostly chips), tv remotes, armin’s hamster (it was one time, and cheez-it was fine))

boyfriend!eren who, when it’s his turn to organise dates, will centre them around the thing he is most obsessed with at that moment (e.g. golf. he will follow ONE pga tour and fully believe he has the skills because ‘it can’t be that hard’ (it is). expect dates to top golf, or just an 18-hole golf course (even if you can’t hit a golf ball to save your life). he will think he is scottie scheffler. don’t even speak to me)

boyfriend!eren will stop being a menace when you give him The Look™️

boyfriend!eren then gets teased relentlessly by jean, connie, sasha etc etc., who tell you to ‘keep your dog on a leash' when he’s being particularly annoying

boyfriend!eren is supposed to wear glasses when he drives but absolutely despises it, so he doesn’t (it’s a treat when he does, though ;))

following on, boyfriend!eren hates wearing any type of glasses when he drives, so he puts his sunglasses on you and he loves the way you look in them (even if he has some dad speed sunglasses)

boyfriend!eren loves watching documentaries no matter the topic

boyfriend!eren walks around your apartment in just boxers all year round

boyfriend!eren cooks a mean chicken alfredo (and that’s IT)

boyfriend!eren will just sit on your bedroom floor

boyfriend!eren still counts on his fingers but, despite popular belief, is actually good at maths

boyfriend!eren considers himself a dilf?

boyfriend!eren who, when on picnic dates, tries to cartwheel and fails miserably (0/10 would not recommend, it’s embarrassing for him but mostly you)

boyfriend!eren will wait around restlessly at your apartment when you’re in class like a literal DOG

boyfriend!eren threatens to call the restaurant you just ordered from because they forgot to take out the thing you didn’t want (will still be going on about it even after you’ve finished eating)

boyfriend!eren recognises when you don’t feel the best, even when you try and hide it, and does everything in his power to make you feel better

boyfriend!eren will go through an entire bag of candy to pick out the ones you like, just to put in a separate container for you <3

boyfriend!eren gets irritated by the sound of a vacuum and throws a pillow over his head until you're finished (he is literally a dog wtf come on now)

boyfriend!eren will curl everything in sight to show off his biceps (to you) (e.g. the watermelon in the fridge, your 2L emotional support water bottle, the stack of books you impulse bought at 12am, his 5kg protein powder tub)

boyfriend!eren comes to the store to look at candles while you get actual things because he's very particular about them ever since you were given a caramel one for the holidays, and the smell made him feel sick :(

boyfriend!eren will call you bro/dude/man when he wants to be petty in an argument, but he can also be serious when he needs to be

boyfriend!eren tries to persuade you to let him get a pet rat so he can teach it tricks :/ (spoiler: he was forbidden to get one after the cheez-it incident)

[lucianhuntress]

Day 10. Sunday x Reader: 26. “How did you find me?”

This one escalated and is slightly longer than the others so far. 🙇‍♀️

The big Halloween festival everyone has been waiting for has finally arrived in Penacony. The streets are decorated with bats, pumpkins, spiderwebs and silly looking ghosts. People wear a wide range of costumes: IPC armor, Robin, the Astral Express crew and different characters from Clockie seem to be popular among the masses.

It is a good excuse for you to wear a cute version of the Hamster Ball Knight; ears and clothes that match his colors —not forgetting a cute little acorn plushie and an acorn bag.

Robin was the one who invited you out as she wanted to introduce you to someone; someone you feel slightly nervous of as you have heard he is quite in high position on Penacony— and he is your best friend's brother on top of it all.

Festivals like these are perfect excuse for Robin to wear an outfit that makes her unrecognizable; her being the most famous songstress on Penacony and all.

“What does he look like?” You ask from Robin, who is dressed up as an origami bird.

“Oh, I think we're slightly similar. Last time I saw him he had silvery hair like me— oh and he is Halovian too.” Robin seems to be enjoying herself, admiring other people's costumes while eating a candied apple she picked up from a stall earlier. “But he didn't tell me what kind of outfit he would wear.” 

“Should you text him? It's like searching for a needle in a haystack.”

Robin whips out her phone and starts typing a message. Just then, someone taps her shoulder gently. You both turn to face the tall man behind the two of you, wearing a Hanu outfit; large, black sunglasses, a dark-gray hat and a navy blue coat.

His visible silvery hair, and wings at the back of his neck are the revealing aspects of his true identity.

“Sunday!” Robin exclaims, pulling her brother into a hug and his shades nearly fall off in the process. Your eyes meet his golden ones briefly and you feel a tiny flutter in your chest as he smiles at you weakly while tapping Robin’s low-poly shoulder.

“Robin was just about to text you,” you explain happily. At least you'd be able to continue the festival exploration without a worry.

“Oh, right! This one here is my brother Sunday and this cute hamster is—” 

“I've heard about you,” Sunday speaks with a cautious undertone in his voice as he eyes you up and down. His golden gaze lingers on you even when speaks to his sister: “shall we?”

You and Robin change knowing looks and you grab her arm as you continue walking down the street full of people, stalls and music while chatting casually and you and Sunday catching each other from eyeing the other one a few times. You're not sure if you're feeling extra warm because of the crowds or because of Sunday’s appreciative glances.

As you get deeper into the festival area, the amount of people increases and suddenly it's hard to move around without elbowing someone. Somewhere in the masses you end up losing Robin and Sunday. That's what you get for checking out a creepily decorated stall.

All alone in the crowd you wonder if you should just stay at one place or go somewhere obvious and text Robin. You look around and notice a Halloween decorated gigantic Clockie in the middle of the street, dividing the crowd like a rock in a stream of water. That would be a good spot to wait for the others at.

You pick up your phone and are surprised to find out you have no battery left. So much for texting Robin. So you do the next best thing and push your way through the crowd and make it to the statue. You sit down at its feet and hold on to your acron bag and plushie for comfort.

A few moments later, what feels like an eternity but is equal to just a couple of minutes. You notice someone sitting down next to you and you turn to him— Sunday. He is looking at you behind his shades, not knowing how his eyes wander and take in all of your details from much closer range.

“How did you find me?” you ask, not sure if you want to jump and hug him or cry after being so alone and helpless to call anyone.

He chuckles, knowing something you clearly don't, but you're happy to see a familiar face. “I knew I had to come here,” he answers ominously, lowering his sunglasses, “worry not, I know where Robin is and we can leave if you want to…” his voice trails off as he ponders on his own words.

“Or we can sit here a bit longer?” Your question is sudden, like you weren't even supposed to ask that, yet somehow you want to stay there slightly longer with Sunday.

“Well,” he begins and moves closer to you. You swallow, heat pooling down your stomach and you can't take your eyes off of him. “This statue is oddly comfortable.”

[wedontdeservethestars]

Johnny x reader with a huge family

Fem or gn pls

Thank you for the prompt, anon!! This is a short n sweet little thing, with a slight side of angst since I realized Johnny's home life was probably shit halfway through writing it lol. Hope you enjoy!

Content: gn!reader, fluff, slight angst about Johnny's distance with his parents (and dad)

“Wow. It’s so quiet,” Johnny joked. The two of you had found some solace on the porch outside, for once in the whole evening being mostly alone. You could still hear your little cousins playing in the front yard and some of your older relatives laughing as they smoked in the driveway, but here you felt like you had room to breathe.

“I know,” you laughed a little. “Sorry. I know it’s…a lot.” 

“Oh, please,” Johnny rolled his eyes. “This is nothing. At least no one here is constantly asking for a picture or for me to join in on some kinda celebrity-marketing-business-thingy.”

A shrill giggle came from the yard, and it was unmistakable. “Except for–”

“Yes,” he nodded rather seriously. “Except for Lizzy. I would trust her business plans with a blindfold on and my hands tied behind my back.”

You had gotten mixed reactions from everyone in your family when they saw who your partner was. Your parents and siblings had known for a little while, though you tried to keep it on the down-low that you were dating one of the richest and most famous men in Hollywood. But the reunion was something you went to every year and truly enjoyed. Your family was enormous and stressful, but you loved them and enjoyed being with them. It had been over a year since you’d gotten with Johnny, and you felt that now was the time to introduce everyone to him. Your grandparents and older relatives, for the most part, were lost on who Johnny was. Your parents were both impressed and protective of you. Your siblings were either jealous or flat-out didn’t believe you until they saw his Agera pull up in the driveway. 

Your cousins who were old enough to recognize Johnny were equally starstruck, but one in particular, the barely-teenaged Lizzy, had hardly left you two alone from the moment you arrived at your parents’ house. Between excited gasps and nervous giggles and lots of hair-twirling, she’d spent the evening desperately trying to rope Johnny into starring in her various movie ideas. Johnny played along stoically, even removing his sunglasses to listen and nod as she detailed plots about superhero dogs and haunted pillows and a hamster who was running for president. By the end of the night, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d managed to snag his number so they could continue discussing his potential roles and payment later in the coming weeks.

“Can you blame her?” you asked with a chuckle. “Imagine if when you were little your cousin was dating, like, Harrison Ford, or something.”

“Hey, I’m not blaming anyone! That kid’s going places. She’s just trying to invest early.” Johnny turned and you his profile caught in the golden glow of a summer sunset. It struck you, not for the first time in the past few minutes, how pretty he was. You especially loved the sparkle in his eyes and the curve of his nose in this light. 

“She’s a smart one,” you agreed, half-paying attention.

Johnny took a long sip of his drink as he leaned on the railing of your porch, humming softly to himself. You took a moment to scan the surrounding area of your childhood home. It felt strange to be back here with him. It was like two worlds colliding, and while it wasn’t unpleasant to share your family and homelife with him, it felt odd. Almost like a dream state.

“So, are you liking all this? I know it’s not exactly what you’re used to…”

“Like it?” He seemed surprised. “Oh, man. I love it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help a childishly excited tone from entering your voice. He smiled at this, his dimples creasing as he did so.

“Sure! It’s, uh…rustic.” His brow furrowed for a second. “Well, no. That’s not the right word. It’s…” 

Your face fell a little as he sighed. His own smile was fading.

“I didn’t really…have this growing up. Y’know? My dad, he was never big on his own family. So I never really saw my grandparents, or my aunts or uncles or anything. My mom didn’t have a big connection with hers either. I don’t think my dad helped that. So a lot of the time it was just us three. And…God. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring the mood down. I’m just tryin’ to say that this is all really, really nice.”

“Oh,” you said softly. “Well, y’know, everyone here…they’re all your family too, now. You know that, right?”

“I guess that’s true.” He brightened. “Yeah. Family.”

“You’re one of us now.” You grinned and leaned against him. “And even if you are some big-shot A-list movie star, they’ll love you as long as I do.”

“Sooo, like, another three months?” he teased, calculating on his fingers. You giggled.

“Count your days, Cage.” You watched as a group of kids chased each other around the yard and neared the porch, clamoring about rules and squealing with laughs. Among them, Lizzy played, stopping only for a moment to gaze at both of you (Johnny more-so). “Although, if the way things have been going tonight are indicative of anything, you might have a rebound date in your future…”

“Oh, she can find a better Prince Charming, I’m sure,” Johnny chuckled. He waved to her, and Lizzy looked like she might just implode. Her big eyes grew bigger and bigger and she remained still as a statue until her little sister bumped into her, and then, after only one more glance over her shoulder, she was right back in the game.

“Ooh, Prince Charming.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I like that.”

“Well, it fits. I treat you like royalty for a reason.” He pulled your face into his hand and kissed you fully, trailing his thumb along your jaw. When you pulled away, you had a permanent smile painted on your lips.

“Pretty,” he murmured. He had a similar look on his face.

“Look in a mirror,” you shot back kindly. 

“A magic mirror?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes. 

“C’mon. I think dinner’s almost ready.” Tugging his hand, you started towards the door inside.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to try your mom’s food. That kitchen smelled so damn good earlier…”

“You’re gonna love it.” You gave him a backwards glance. “Seriously, if that doesn’t lure you into this family, then nothing will.”

[femminger]

Art practice by trying some other artist's styles that I'm a huge fan of!

From Top Left to Bottom Right:

@ghostishere0 - the original reason I started this doodle, as I wanted to draw a "shepherd lovers squad" and their OC (who I don't know the name of F) was the perfect fit for it.

@luminesparkz - the best interpretation of Pom pikmin. If I were Mr. Nitendo, I would make them the official comic creator along with the manga comics.

@marblyso - If I was a little more unhinged and made a shrine to Erma Shepherd, it would be mostly marblyso's art of her, it's my absolute favorite Erma depiction <3

@rexscanonwife - another OC that I don't know the name of, but she makes such a cute pair with Shepherd and has such cute art that why not, let Shepherd have multiple canon wives at this point.

@citruscrisp - I think this is secretly Alph in an alternate universe where he makes comics about himself, because citrus has Alph's character SPOT ON, and also loves to put that boy in a situation (which I am happy for, I enjoy seeing that boy in a situation)

@daisythecomic - oooaaaaaaaaaa they look like little mice people they look so soft and sweet I love them so muuuuuuuuuccchhhhhhhhh

@louie-posting - I can't not include actual Louie Pikmin on this list.

@kiwilittle - the soft, the sweet, the one who makes the best family style art, really making me wish I was an inch tall so I could go to holidays with the olimar family, also their wife design is so cute that if Olimar didn't already get it I would shoot my shot for her m a a m

@pikbugz - really nails the soft aesthetic that makes pikmin such a calming series, and their coloring style is so soft and good that it gives me the ratatouille nostalgia flashback moment.

@splitster - more than just the wraith au guy, they are the one who makes incredible and funny comics; I've seen so many fics with the rescue corps where I can pick up that yes, this trait came from a splitster comic, and that's a GOOD thing. Made me actually LIKE Dingo, the nerve.

@diesaur - I can't do diesaur's incredible, unique art justice, they are amazing at using geometrics and have the best charlie (his little teefs...)

@solluxander - Cars, one of my favorite pikmin Ocs I've ever seen! Collin deserves a slightly unhinged sentient fluffball boyfriend, and I always love seeing the new ways Cars will interact with him.

@sillypikmin - all hail the best pikposter, who I'm still convinced is an actual leafling living on actual pnf-404, literally every time I have a bad day I look at drawings of Moss and feel better.

@eggpathy - thank goodness they came back to give us old man yaoi. I keep their drawing of olimar kissing the pikmin good night on my phone and look at it before I go to sleep and so far I have yet to have a single nightmare.

@the-knife-consumer - the only person I trust with Louittany, toxic yuri my beloved, I just adore their beasty brittany design so so much, I wish I could have a small brittany to live in my house...

anyway they have the best headcanons for our beloved blorbo hamster people

@natibranch - there's a voice line of Louie going "wa-ha!" in this really cute sing-song voice and every time I see any art by natibranch I hear that sound in my head as a little burst of serotonin, they just nail that exact feeling so so well.

@pikked-min - Another of my favorite Pikmin OCs, Yuva! A really interesting and unique character concept with a lot of thought put into the worldbuilding, followed by a strong unusual personality that had me looking at the pikmin world through a new perspective entirely. Please, someone, give them some sunglasses. Read the fic it's so good

@ssserf - artistic and deep while still somehow looking like official nintendo tm art, genuinely the best at the pikmin proportions, how could I resist trying my hand at the classic amazing beautiful Brittany Fruit Sweater moment, literally SO iconic

@kashi-pon - while I was working on the part of this that was just kashi's various highlife dresses there was a part of me that wanted to dedicate the rest of the space to paying homage to the joke comic of Louie lifting his skirt to show Olimar that he's wearing shorts, except this dress....well......

@diamondwerewolf - the reason we got louie in a little bunny outfit anyway, and thus why we got kashi's dress version. you single-handedly turned Louie into a tumblr sexyman, how could you

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

An Epilogue (and a Prologue) P3

P1 | P2

Vyvyan found his assigned student digs within the hour: a three-story house, probably Victorian, on a street that heaved with students. This early on in the academic year, there were some parents milling around too, helping transport suitcases and other bags from the boots of cars into the soon-to-be hovels their darling ones would be festering in. Vyvyan watched them for a few minutes in silence. Did he feel envious? He wasn’t really sure anymore.

“Yeh alright there, laddie?” SPG asked from the passenger seat, where he’d been secured inside a hamster cage. His gruff voice sounded softer somehow, or perhaps he was just dazed from Vyvyan’s driving. “What’s it you’ve come to study, anyway?”

“Medicine,” Vyvyan told him absently, still taking the street in. “I’m gonna be a doctor.”

Coming back to himself, for the tiniest moment, he felt a bit stupid saying it out loud. Christ knew what fancy, intellectual bollocks his new housemates had come to study – and Christ new what kind of head starts private education or the like had already given them. A medical degree was serious business, Vyvyan was aware; an affinity for the sciences or not, he hadn’t exactly made this easy for himself.

As he ruminated, a man with dark hair wearing sunglasses walked past the front of his car, whistling to himself. He was quite short but gave off an indisputable air of coolness – though Vyvyan couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He walked up the driveway of Vyvyan’s new digs and through the front door. He must’ve been one of them then: one of his housemates; one of his fellow Scumbag students. Not as young as Vyvyan had been expecting. Maybe his housemates weren’t even undergraduates. Bloody hell.

“Woah, hey, man!” a voice suddenly carried over from the house, where a window was open on the first-floor. “Don’t get all uncool and heavy – we’ve only just met!”

That sounded like a hippie. Dear god. Vyvyan gnashed his teeth. Cool people and hippies. How on earth was he meant to fit in around here with people like that?

“Oh, for Cliff’s sake, stop whinging! If you’re going to act like that, we might as well blow the whole house up now! Is that what you want, fascist?” came another voice, also from the first-floor.

This voice was loud, very loud. It was loud enough that Vyvyan could’ve easily mistaken it for right next to him. It made his head jerk up and his stomach clench; there weren’t many who could equal him in volume, after all. He had no idea who “Cliff” was in this context, but he did like the sound of blowing houses up. He unlocked the car door and bounded out, adrenaline already spiking his heartrate. He would’ve forgotten about SPG and his belongings in the car entirely if the hamster hadn’t shouted “OI!” as he hurried up the driveway.

“Oh yeah. Sorry,” Vyvyan said, not really meaning it.

As he dragged himself back to his car, someone stuck their head out of the open first-floor window – it was a guy about Vyvyan’s age, sporting a badged-up blazer and a competitive level of acne. Whoever this person was, he was scowling at Vyvyan as if he’d just insulted everything he held dear.

“Oh, great. A punk,” this strangely angry young man lamented. “That’s all I need when I’m trying to write the poetry that’ll set the masses free from their oppression, I don’t think! Punk rock’s very trendy and up-to-date, isn’t it?”

This was definitely the person who’d been talking about blowing up the house. He had a speech impediment that turned his every ‘R’ into a ‘W’.

“Looks like an even bigger wimp than you, Vyv,” SPG said.

Now that was true.

“Alright?” Vyvyan called up to him cheerily, offering what he hoped was an amicable grin. “This your student accommodation too?”

“Well, of course it is!” the man snapped back. “I am the one actually inside the house right now, aren’t I? Or perhaps I’m hallucinating?”

Okay… so he was quite an annoying, angry young man who couldn’t pronounce his ‘R’s. Vyvyan could deal with that. Probably.

“My name’s Vyvyan,” he continued undeterred. “What’s yours?”

“Rick,” the man said curtly, and Vyvyan noticed his face screw up in a flash of embarrassment when it came out as “Wick”.

“Prick, did you say?” Vyvyan asked him – because he did have some class.

Rick scowled at him again. “No, I said Rick, as in Richard!”He let out a frustrated sigh. “And anyway, you’re one to talk, aren’t you, with a name like Vyvyan!”

Vyvyan stopped grinning. He couldn’t have his new life starting off with more teasing about his girly first name. Oh no. It was decided, then: he’d have to kill Rick. Unfortunate, but it couldn’t be avoided – he could already feel himself getting pissed off. Miss Naylor didn’t have to know.

This rumbling in his ears was how it started, the familiar flames licking his veins…

Oh.

But something was different this time. His stomach was clenching again. The flames felt pleasant, for once.

Hmm…

Whoever this stupid bastard was, for some reason Vyvyan could envisage himself having a lot of fun living with him. It was possibly something to do with the uncertainty he could see growing in Rick’s eyes the longer he didn’t respond. Yes, he could either have fun or go insane, and the second option wasn’t much use to you when you already had gone insane. Was this what uni life did to a person? Turned them from a sadist into a masochist? Vyvyan took a predatory step closer to the house.

“What d’you mean by that, prick?” he asked, putting on his best vicious thug face.

Rick faltered properly now and began fidgeting in the window box. His indignant superiority drained away deliciously quickly – definitely a façade, then. Looking a bit nasty always worked on middle class mummy’s boys.

“N-Nothing, Vyvyan,” Rick said. “I-I just meant… well, Vyvyan… it’s a bit of a girl’s name… isn’t it?”

How did someone live this long with so little sense of self-preservation? Rick was a startled deer in the fiery glare of Vyvyan’s headlights. Vyvyan’s stomach clenched for a third time.

“Oh yeah?” he probed.

Rick’s eyes widened. “N-No. No! I was wrong! Vyvyan is very manly, very masculine-”

Vyvyan barked out a laugh. “You wanna say that to my face? We’ll see who’s the girlie in a minute, Rick!”

Two seconds later, the front door had been torn clean off its hinges.

There were surprised shouts from the cool guy in his sunglasses and miserly drones from the hippie who was sure he was about to have a really bad time at college – even worse than usual, actually, and all this negative energy, like, wasn’t helping at all, right – but they were both drowned out by the thunder of doc martens and Rick’s quite frankly supersonic shrieking.

What could Vyvyan say? It was their first day in digs meeting one another! He wanted to make an impression! Preferably, on Rick’s bottom. All his worries about being in over his head were forgotten. He wasn’t in over in his head – it was the poncy pricks about to meet him who were in over their heads! After all, the poor sods hadn’t met a Basterd before, had they? They weren’t from Hammersmith; they didn’t know just how death-defyingly incredible Vyvyan was… yet!

Ha! University was going to be completely brilliant.

It didn’t take long for Vyvyan to corner Rick in one of the bedrooms. He pressed himself into the furthest wall, whimpering like he’d never had a near death experience before. Amateur. Vyvyan could sort that out for him. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head as he stepped through the doorway. Rick’s mouth twisted in violent distress. His blue eyes were wild.

“You just wait ‘til Mr Balowski finds out what you’ve done to the front door,” he spat before Vyvyan could get a word in. Rick’s voice was quieter now, with an underlying tremor – but when he jutted his chin out, Vyvyan realised the downturn of his mouth was a sneer as much as any sign of fear. “Fascist!”

Rick’s voice rang out painfully in the barren room between them. He seemed to like that word. It tickled Vyvyan’s eardrums.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Rick’s chest was fluttering with shallow breaths, his eyes still locked on to Vyvyan’s. One of his eyes, Vyvyan noticed, wasn’t quite focused, though he wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to notice this detail – or the fact Rick’s eyes were also a lot bluer than they’d looked from outside.

There was obviously something wrong with Rick. It was as if he knew he was dancing at the edge of dangers he was woefully underprepared for but couldn’t help poking the spitting flames anyway. Perhaps he was just curious. Vyvyan certainly was. He laughed again, and Rick jumped.

“Nice to meet you, Rick,” Vyvyan told him, disposition cheery once more. A sharp-toothed grin blossomed on his face. “I’ll see you later.”

He could tell by the way Rick shuddered that he interpreted that as some sort of threat. It might’ve been; Vyvyan hadn’t decided yet. He stomped back on to the landing and down the stairs, his stomach flipping and flopping in this new and unfamiliar way it’d taken to since arriving here. He hummed under his breath and scrunched his face up in thought. New and unfamiliar – well, that was what Vyvyan was looking for, wasn’t it?

After all, the good times couldn’t really start until Vyvyan was there. Before Vyvyan Basterd, there had only been average times.

Without a second thought, he grabbed the cluster of paintbrushes sticking out of one of the hippie's bags in the hallway. Outside the house, inside the yellow Ford Anglia, SPG rolled his eyes.

“Bloody students!” he scoffed. “I tell yeh, they’re all the same – these young ones.”

[saint-cassians-chamber-choir]

Mischa… why’s your favourite animal a hamster? (/gen)

Because they are so small and cute and badass ‼️‼️ they look gangsta in sunglasses ‼️‼️

[ijwrite]

Female mothfolk x Female reader

Designer lamps, salt lamps, standing lamps, chandeliers, you name it. You had it all. A nifty little shop on the corner of a bustling city, your little space of peace. Customers came in a steady supply, everyone needed a lamp once in a while, and you were content with your calm life in the middle of the busy city.

You were spending a rainy day at your shop, sitting down with a nice hot beverage and a book, expecting a very slow day, when the chime rang, signaling a customer. It was a person covered head to toe, long coat, hat, gloves, sunglasses and a scarf obscuring their identity. You wondered shortly if you were about to get robbed, but the figure began nervously fidgeting around one of your himalayan salt lamps, before grabbing one of them and marching over to the counter. They put it down quietly and pulled out their credit card. You rang them up with a smile and wished them a good day as they rushed their way out into the streets.

Now, it was a fairly cold day, so you didn't think too much about the mystery person for a month. Until they appeared again.

Once again it was raining as they came into the deserted store, nervously looking around as they fiddled with their fingers. This time they chose a globe with a light inside. It wasn't normally what you would carry, but you found them neat as you were ordering your stock for the month, and now you were happy that you did. The person was still silent as they paid for their lamp and left. You once again wished them a good day and went about your own.

The third time it was raining again, but there was another customer in your shop. The mystery person just managed to close the door before freezing as they saw someone else at the counter. It was just a sweet elderly lady who had to have a cable replaced on her old reading lamp.

The person went through your shop quickly, always peeking at the lady who was still talking about what happened to her lamp as you finished the simple repair.

"-So I was very confused when I heard foofy give a yip and so I of course went to check on him, and I swear, I have not laughed that hard in ages, all his fur were standing straight into the air. Turns out he had chewed on the cable, and I simply can't go to sleep without reading before bed, so I had to come out in this dreadful weather-" she rambled on and you smiled at her story. It wasn't the first time someone had a pet bite an electrical cord, fortunately no animal had ever gotten more than a scare. Well except that one dwarf hamster, but they die if you sneeze in their general direction.

You gently handed the repaired lamp back to its owner and she thanked you graciously, paid and left.

The mysterious person saw their chance to get out of the shop and hurried over to the counter with a box of fairy lights. You rang them up, wished them a good day, and once again they left without a word.

This became a regular occurance during the spring, they visisted around once a month, bought a light and left silently.

It was soon summer, and a hot one at that. The mysterious stranger hadn't been around since it became warm, which kinda made sense. You don't know why this person were so insistent on staying anonymous, but you were never one to pry. You were sitting in your usual spot behind the counter, a pitcher with ice cold water beside you and the ceiling fan on max, when you saw the stranger once again. You were quite surprised that they were still wearing the same outfit they used during spring, which would be unbearable in the heat of summer. It looked to affect them too, they staggered slightly when they walked and kept tugging on the collar of their coat. You were slightly worried for them, they didn't seem to be doing so great. They leaned on one of the shelves before their knees buckled under them and they fell to the floor. You jumped out of your chair and hurried over to them. They must be having some kind of heat stroke. You heaved the surprisingly light person to your chair behind the counter and sat them down.

"I am going to take off your outer clothes okay? I am trying to help you" You tried to calm them as you took off their hat and scarf. What greeted you were antennae and a short buzz of white fluff, going all the way down from their head, to under their shirt. You also pulled off the heavy raincoat and gloves, before filling a glass with cold water. You put the glass in their hand, still keeping yours on it, and helped them lift it to their mouth. They drank greedily until it was empty. You turned around to fill the glass again, and as you did so, you heard a slight flapping. You turned around and promptly covered your eyes. The person- woman had taken off her long sleeved shirt and were now sitting in only her bra as her wings were flapping slightly.

"Uh... Ma'am? I think you should go I to the back before someone else enters" You squeaked out, apparently waking her up from her daze.

"Yeah... Okay" The sweetest voice you ever heard in your life answered you. You took your hands away from your eyes, though you still keot your gaze at the floor, and offered her your arm. She groaned as she stood up.

"Urgh... I feel sick" She sounded miserable. You opened the door to the back and led her in.

"Yeah, heat can do that to you. You can cool down back here and I'll go get you some more water. If you need to throw up, I have a trashcan by the door" You sat her down on one of the boxes and went back out into the shop. A customer has entered while you were occupied with the woman, so you quickly told the person that you would be back soon, before hurrying the pitcher of water out to the woman. She grabbed the pitcher and started gulping water like there was no tomorrow. Satisfied that she seemed to be slightly better, you tended to the customer. As soon as the transaction was over, you grabbed the discarded clothes and went to check on the woman in the back. She was holding the empty pitcher close to her as she was looking around. She had taken off her sunglasses, and you could now see her large pitch black eyes. Paired with the wings and the fluff she had on her whole body, you quickly determined her to be a mothfolk. She looked back at you, before quickly looking at the floor.

"I- I am sorry, please don't tell this to anyone" She sounded very ashamed.

"Hey, don't worry. I usually don't run around talking about how people almost fainted in my shop" You gave her the clothes you had taken from her earlier. She looked up at you and looked away again. She bit her lip.

"That's not... I know it's funny. A total stereotype for a mothgirl to frequent a lamp store. I get it. I won't come back again" She sighed and hang her head.

"Why would it be funny?" You asked quietly, not really understanding her apprehension. She curled even more into herself, hugging the pitcher as if it was a stuffed animal.

"I can't sleep without looking at a light, but I keep breaking them. This is the only place that doesn't know who I am. But I guess that is over now" She sounded as if she was close to crying. You sat down on the floor in front of her.

"I don't think it's weird. I like light too. I mean, I opened a whole ass shop about it, so I kinda understand what you mean" She looked at you.

"I don't really know the stigmas about mothfolk, but I don't mind you visiting. As long as you don't give yourself a heat stroke again" You gave her a gently smile, which she hesitantly returned. You then cleared your throat.

"Well, I will let you get dressed again. Use as much time as you need to cool down back here. There is more water in the fridge over there" You stood up and left a slightly flustered mothgirl behind.

After your first official meeting with "Clarrisa" as she told you to call her, her monthly visits continued. You learned a lot about her, how she really liked oranges, that she worked as a programmer and how she always fluttered her wings when she giggled. You had developed a friendship over the autumn, and Christmas was around the corner. You wanted to give Clarrisa a gift, though you had no idea what it should be. You had been wracking your brain trying to come up with something, but it only came to you as you were absentmindedly browsing a catalogue for new items for your store. A Bluetooth lamp, which projected a coloured night sky onto the ceiling. This would be the perfect gift, you just hoped that she would like it.

With the gift neatly wrapped and placed under your counter, you waited for Clarrisa. Christmas was a fairly busy time for your shop, and you made a good amount of money by selling Christmas lights. But all you could think about was how Clarrisa would react to your gift.

As the days passed, you became more and more anxious. Clarrisa had not been in your shop for a couple of weeks, and you started to overthink the past couple of interactions with her. Had you come off too strong? Did she not feel comfortable in your shop anymore? Had she found another lamp store?

All the questions were driving you crazy, and it only got worse the closer you got to Christmas.

At the last day your shop was open, you resigned yourself to the idea that Clarrisa wasn't coming. You were just putting on your jacket as you heard frantic knowing on the front door.

"We are closed!" You yelled over your shoulder, but the knocking persisted.

"I said- Clarrisa?" and it was indeed her standing out there, and you hurried to open the door. She was standing in the snow, no coat on and breathing heavily. You ushered her in, closing the door after her.

"What are you doing out in this weather without proper clothes? I'm starting to think you have misunderstood the idea of coats" You brushed some of the snow off her fluff.

"Well I..." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, and you gave her time to find her words. She sighed deeply, shuddered, then looked back up at you.

"I wondered if you would like to come have hot chocolate at my place?" She asked, then looked back down at her feet.

"I mean, if you have the time, it doesn't have to be now, I just thought-" You placed you hand on her shoulder and smiled.

"I'd like that" You said softly. She smiled back.

"Though, you are borrowing one of my jackets, you must be freezing" You went into the back to get a jacket for yourself and her, sneaking her gift into your pocket.

She shook her wings free from snow and tucked them under the jacket you lent her, still looking slightly flustered. You turned off the rest of the lights and followed Clarrisa outside.

Clarrisa lived in a small and cozy flat in the outskirts of the city. It was filled with personal touches, small things that made the space feel lived in. She had a 3d printer occupying a portion of the small living room, her walls had pictures of family members and the entire place smelled like her citrus perfume. She nervously cleared a bunch of papers from the coffee table with a muttered apology and asked you to sit in her small sofa while she made the hot cocoa she had promised. You could hear her moving around the kitchen, the distinct whirring of a microwave being started before she suddenly spoke up.

"I'm sorry I haven't been to the shop this month" You turned around to face her.

"I have been working on something, but I couldn't quite get it right. I panicked today when I realised that it was the last day I could see you" She moved over to her desk and pulled out a small packet from behind her computer.

"I wanted to give you this. Merry Christmas" Her hand shook as she gave you the gift. You opened it carefully and a small 3d printed figure fell out. It was a little cat figurine.

"God, it is such a lame gift, I understand if you wanna leave now or something" She scratched the fluff on her neck nervously as you inspected the small figurine. It was very well made.

"Well, I like it. It is cute. Thank you" She looked at you surprised for a moment before giving you a bashful smile. You then plucked out the present from your pocket and gave it to her.

"Merry Christmas" She took it with a curious expression, turning it in her hands before opening it. She gasped as she saw what it was. She looked from the gift to you, and then back again. And then she launched herself at you, engulfing you in the most comfortable hug you've ever had.

"Thank you" She whispered. You hummed in confirmation. The moment was interrupted by the beeping of the microwave and she slowly let go of you, not looking you in the eye.

"I'll just uhh... Get those" She mumbled and went to fetch the mugs of cocoa.

A few minutes later you both had your steaming cups of cocoa with whipped cream on top. You quickly fell into comfortable conversation, the earlier nervousness forgotten. You both talked for so long that it had gotten very late, and it seemed that the both of you had fallen asleep on the sofa. You woke up cuddled into the softest fuzz and felt more warm and comfortable than ever before in your life. Clarrisa had her hand securely around your waist, still snoring softly into your hair. You could get used to this

[stephensmithuk]

Bunny's cage: HMP Wormwood Scrubs

Bunny Manders spends his 18 months of 'porridge' at what is today called HM Prison Wormwood Scrubs, located south of the park of that name in London W12. The HM of course stands for "His Majesty's". While the UK does have some privately run prisons, this is not one of them.

The nearest Tube is East Action and the A40 Westway is close by if you want to visit. Hammersmith Hospital is next door, in case prisoners need to go there.

It has an iconic entrance - see below - which is commonly used for prison release scenes in TV and movies, such as The Italian Job.

(The interiors for that were filmed at the long-closed Kilmainham Gaol in Dublin, also a common filming location, turning up in, of all things, Into the Badlands.)

Even one of the Gorillaz ended up there...

"The Scrubs" as it is known, was started in 1874 to a design by Sir Edmund Frederick Du Cane, who gives his name to the road the prison is on. The British needed to construct new prisons to hold convicts after transportation to Australia ended in 1867, basically because the non-convict Australians had had enough of being used as a dumping ground for criminals.

Convicts from Millbank Prison were used to construct a temporary facility initially and then worked over the next sixteen years until the facility was complete in 1891. It would hold male and female prisoners until 1902. At that point, the last of the latter were transferred to Holloway and the prison has been male-only since, although there may be some female officers there.

It had been intended for as a long-term penitentiary but ended up becoming a local prison for those serving shorter terms at "His/Her Majesty's Pleasure" as the popular, but inaccurate term would have it.

(That term is legally used for young offenders convicted of murder as an alternative to a life sentence)

Wormwood Scrubs was your typical prison of the period, as this 1903 image shows:

The nets, still there today, are an anti-suicide measure.

This article shows what a single person cell at Wormwood Scrubs looked like in 2015:

A lot of the cells today are two-person ones with a bunk bed.

Anyway, going back to 1896. After the 'Separate System' of the 1840s had driven prisoners mad, a new approach was tried from the 1860s. Basically, the idea was to "scare 'em straight" - make prison just undesirable enough so convicts did not reoffend. Reform was seen as impossible and attempting it pointless.

Du Cane was going to make hard time ...

(Du Cane putting on Victorian sunglasses)

Hard.

(GIF of Victorian man screaming "Capital, dear chap!")

Du Cane called this '‘Hard Labour, Hard Fare and Hard Board’.

Hard Labour

Prisoners would spend long periods of time, like eight hours a day, doing physical labour that was often completely pointless.

Stuff like:

Walking on a rotary treadwheel like you were a hamster. Not connected to anything in most cases. You got breaks, but you were basically climbing the equivalent of the Matterhorn on a daily basis.

Turning a crank thousands of times. Again for no actual useful reason than to break your spirit.

Picking up a cannonball, carrying it at chest height across the yard and putting it down again. Prisons would have cannons used to announce executions, but those generally didn't fire actual live rounds.

Untwisting tar-covered old ropes from ships so the fibres could be used as caulking for waterproofing said ships. This was arguably the most useful task for society, but it was a nasty one, causing cramp and bleeding fingers. This was commonly done in workhouses to by those deemed unsuitable for other tasks - so children, commonly. You would be expected to do at least 3lbs a day if sentenced to hard labour.

Breaking rocks in the hard rain. You'd fought the law and the law won.

This was also done under the 'Silent System' - prisoners were banned from talking to each other.

There were in fact two classes of hard labour and also work in a trade. If you were deemed to be unfit for the first class, you could be put in the second. If for neither, you would be put in a trade.

Oscar Wilde was assigned to the second class, so picked oakum while at Wandsworth. However, even that was too much for him and he collapsed at chapel, rupturing his right eardrum and spending two months in the infirmary. Transferred to Reading, he eventually ended up in charge of distributing books to prisoners from the small prison library.

Indeed, prisoners would try anything to avoid the treadwheel, like eating soap or large quantities of salt. Collapsing at the wheel could result in serious injury or even death as you could be crushed by the still turning device unless someone spotted you.

There was no labour on Sundays or public holidays. I imagine you would spend most of your time in the cells. Something not much changed today, considering the 2021 inspection report of Wormwood Scrubs I found.

Wormwood Scrubs has in fact got a very large chapel and today it has an organ originally from a cinema in Ealing.

Hard Fare

The food was deliberately kept monotonous, but enough of it was provided to keep the prisoners alive and able to work. The main staple was gruel (hence "doing porridge") as in the workhouses or the oatmeal-based substitute stirabout. However, you would get other stuff for doing hard labour. The Victorians ate a lot more bread and potatoes then we do today for example.

A 2019 study by the University of Liverpool found that many of the 400 prisoners they looked at remained with the same BMI as they went in with - many even gained weight.

However, that was by no means the sole indication of health - prisons could easily provide vectors for infection, even if they were less overcrowded then before.

Hard Board

Prisoners had formerly slept in hammcocks - they now had hard boards to sleep on instead. They would also wear blue uniforms with broad arrows on, still something seen in cartoons.

Literature was limited - Wilde was initally limited only to the Bible and The Pilgrim's Progress. He was initially not even allowed pen and paper either.

I believe you were allowed to spend an hour in the yard each day, but this was walking in single file with again no talking.

I can imagine that even with a stove, your cell might get quite chilly in winter. Chillbains would have been common.

Rule-breaking could lead to various punishments including flogging. You might also be put solely on bread and water, a punishment still employed by the US Navy until 2019.

Summary

Wilde, who would write two books on his experience, never recovered from his prison time. He is thought to have got meningitis as a result of his fall and died in France three years after his release.

The effect of all this on offending rates was limited too - many would end doing further sentences. At least you got fed, something not guaranteed outside unless you headed for the workhouse.

The latter history of Wormwood Scrubs

However, reform had started of the system and conditions would become a good deal less harsh. The more pointless hard labour was abolished in 1902.

The First World War saw the Scrubs hold a number of conscientious objectors, who had refused even non-combat roles as they saw those as keeping the war going - when refused an exemption, they had refused to obey orders to report to barracks. Hubert W. Peet spent 112 days there and his account is now public domain:

The 'sequel' as I often call it saw Wormwood Scrubs cleared of prisoners and taken over by the War Department. MI5 spent a short time based there at the start of the war. Secretaries would often be two to a cell.

The prison returned to normal operations afterwards.

In 1966, it would see its most famous escape.

George Blake

George Blake was an SIS officer who had started working for Soviet intelligence as while imprisoned in the Korean War. He tipped off the Soviets about the tunnel the Allies would dig under the West Berlin/East Berlin border to tap military telephone lines. Being the cagey bees they were and not wanting to compromise Blake, they waited a year before 'discovering' the tunnel in a blaze of publicity. In fact, they appear to have not even made measures to restrict what the lines were used for and the West probably got some pretty good intel off it.

More seriously, Blake betrayed a large number of SIS agents to the Soviet bloc, many of whom ended up dead as a result.

Blake was arrested in 1961, ultimately made a full confession and in a private trial at the Old Bailey was sentenced to 42 years in prison; the maximum sentence for his actual offence was 14 years, but he was deemed to have committed five separate offences and some would run consecutively. This was the longest non-life sentence ever handed down in a British court.

In 1966, Blake was helped to escape by three former prisoners, two anti-nuclear campaigners and an Irish career criminal called Sean Bourke, who thought his sentence was inhuman. They also liked him. A walkie-talkie was smuggled in. During the weekly film show, Blake broke a window in his cell block, got to the perimeter wall and then climbed a rope ladder thrown over it, breaking his wrist on the way down.

Blake would eventually be smuggled out of the UK and to East Germany, along with Bourke. Blake was picked up by the KGB, taken to the USSR and remained in what become Russia until his death in 2020 aged 98, being given a funeral with military honours.

The anti-nuclear campaigners were charged with aiding his escape in 1991, claiming a moral defence. The jury, as British juries sometimes do, ignored the judge's instructions to convict them and instead declared them both not guilty. Bourke had returned to Ireland, where the Supreme Court refused to extradite him in 1973 in the grounds his crime was a political one. He would die in 1982 after collapsing walking down the road; one ex-KGB defector has claimed he was poisoned.

Penal dustbin

In 1979, IRA prisoners staged a rooftop protest over visiting rights. Then a riot over conditions, including awful toothpaste, resulted in a lot of injuries. The governor had resigned just before the riots and when the 1982 inquiry blamed the prison, he called the place a "penal dustbin".

The 1990s saw six officers convicted over brutality and large compensation payouts - the chief inspector of prisons told the place to improve or close.

Various inspection reports over the years have seen some improvements in conditions... largely as many prisoners spent most of their day in their cells.

Famous and infamous residents

Various well-known people have spent time in the Scrubs, including:

Horatio Bottomley, a newspaper mogul of the era who got seven years in 1922 for stealing money from a bonds fund.

Charles Bronson. Not the actor, but he inspired the man's use of that name.

Pete Doherty, for breaching probation, one of his several run-ins with the law over drugs use.

Lord Alfred Douglas, Wilde's lover.

Leslie Grantham, the later actor who spent ten years in prison for murdering a taxi driver during a robbery in West Germany, where he was serving in the British Army.

Timmy Murphy, a jockey convicted of indecent assault on an air stewardess.

Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones.

John Stonehouse, a former government minister who faked his death to get away from false accouting charges. Which didn't work.

Wormwood Scrubs today

Wormwood Scrubs is a Category B prison, equivalent to the US federal 'Medium Security', with five wings (the last completed in 1996) and some smaller units. It holds around 1,200 prisoners. More than it really should, common to many prisons today.

It is also a listed building and so cannot be demolished - it may well close in the near future and become a museum.

Prisoners are given a uniform, but allowed to wear some of their own clothes after a while if they behave - white and black are banned to avoid confusion with prison officers.

It also holds those on remand awaiting trial or sentence. These do not wear prison uniform.

There are now options for video calls and prisoners can have landlines in their cells to call approved numbers, although officers can of course listen in. You can even send and receive emails to those inside, although not directly.

I will leave you with the 2021 inspection report on the prison:

Anyway, Bunny would not have had a nice time of it. Especially without Raffles...

[theroseiswithoutawherefor]

LONDON VIP MEETINGS REPO

Sorry i know I should have done it earlier but it's my first time in London, I'm rly overwhelmed!

London is no doubt a brilliant city, I really thank them for giving me a motivation to visit it(god knows how much i hate long flight

There are so many pics and videos of the shows, so I will only focus on the VIP meetings.

To be honest, the meetings were much simpler than I thought. I actually ecpected it to be at least a few minute long with some perhaps basic conversations with each member, but no, it was super quick, just taking over the signed postcards and maybe just a word or so to one of them? the whole process was no more than 1minute i feel.

I was like super nervous on Day1. I prepared some small gifts for both Kyo and Kaoru(let's see if they will post it later on lol) my friends told me there would be staff standing nearby and i could give the gifts to her.  But I rly had no idea how eactly... and the merchants! Will I have time to buy merchants?  Or where should I stand?  Anyway,  it was a mess.  After several hours waiting,  I was exhausted  and so, so, so anxious.

Vips were allowed to enter at 6pm,  I saw the booth of merchants first(right after the entrance) but the queue moved fast, so I didn't have anytime to buy or even think.  All of a sudden,  I was already at the end of the hallway and saw the blonde hair of Die and Shinya.

Shinya was even more nervous than me,  he dropped the cards first,  fumbled around and clumsily picked them and handed it to me lol

Die was pretty chill,  I didn't rly look at them but just bowed,  and then,  Kyo. 

Kyo was at my height,  so it was quite easy to watch him.  For both days,  I felt something strange was growing when i looked at him but I couldn't figure out why and what,  I just stared at him for a few seconds and moved to kaoru.

Kaoru was the only one without sunglasses both days,  so you could see his eyes clearly.  He wore a baseball cap and dark blue jacket,   looked so strange and familiar at the same time. Instantly i realized that he posted this outfit before on TheTheDay, perhaps that's why it was not new to me at all. 

I quickly took over the card but didn't rly leave,  my brain went blank a little.  The courage was out of nowhere,  I bowed to him and kind yelled out(still,  not so loud) “薫さん大好き”

then I straightened up and looked at him in the eyes.  he was so close,  I could still see his eyes when I'm writing this. 

I bet I scared both him and Toshiya a little bit,  bc toshiya dropped the cards as well lol.  I was so panicked,  so I didnt look at toshiya,  just ran away with my shaky legs.

Omg it was so embarrassing, I decided to look smarter the other day.

Day2 was another day of long waiting and queueing outside. The morning was ok but the rest of the day was gloomy and rainy. The order was the same as Day1,  Shinya,  Die, Kyo,  Kaoru, Toshiya,  none of them wore makeup and four of them had sunglasses. 

I felt unreasonably calm when I saw them at the door this time,  so I  had more time to observe them closely this time.

Shinya was rly lovely,  he was skinny and delicate. He had his classic robotic nervous smile on his face and moved kinda cautiously like a little hamster (?).  Die looked basically the same,  and Kyo,  different from his day 1 wearing(which is the one he wore in Paris),   had a Burberry coat on Day2. After receiving the card from Kaoru,  I stayed there again. I felt probably they had already recognized me and were prepared for me to say something. 

TFOEの卒業はやっぱり寂しいですけど、おめでとうございます

I tried my best to control my voice and told him this,  which basically means i don't want the freedom of expression to end but wish him the best.

Kaoru must have been shy too,  bc when i looked at him,  he was working hard at forming a smile(as hard as I lol),  I'm not sure if he mumbled thank u or not.

Toshiya was the only one who looked or smiled at ease the whole time,  his sunglasses was translucent so I could  see his eyes,  he was so beautiful. 

Both days were so unforgettable for me.  The shows were also amazing,  especially Day 2. The sound problem was finally fixed and I rly love their looks that day.  It was literally the best Diru show I have experienced.

I'm a very realistic person and my pessimism always reminds me that I can't  be with them all the time. 

but just like what i wrote to kaoru in the letter, it's always so fulfilling to travel and meet your favorite band in different locations and forms.

so, thank you.

And I know today is Toshiya's birthday, happy birthday and see u guys soon.

(btw guess who's the lucky one getting kaoru's bottleeeeeeeeee)