#why I gotta be feral sewer rat

[sharp-shiny-things]

screaming and crying and shitting because I want my hair to be fluffy and know how to dress in the way I want and have a more masculine voice and also to be out and and and

[argo-bolo]

Ok stream of consciousness since I am sick and about to pass out but my brain is really loud about this for some reason

MAG character as animals or whatever (as many as I can think about before I give up and tuck into bed)

Jon - a cat obviously but like a barn cat where it's not quite feral but you probably shouldn't bring it inside

Martin - like a small bird? Idk which but one that can be very aggressive if given the chance

Tim - mane wolf? The wolf with the stupidity long legs y'know? Yeah that one... Or maybe a betta fish?

Sasha: my mind is being pulled to a raccoon and idk why

Elias - like a really scruffy owl? I was gonna say raven but I gotta give that to someone else

Peter - I hate you I hate you but you get the lovely morning dove and I hate that. I should give you a stupid sea bird but morning doves make the loneliest noise in my opinion

Gertrude - honey badger don't give a shit

Gerry - honey baby I love you you get the raven because I view them being very eye but also very goth

Daisy - my love, you are the scrappiest mutt in the shelter that definitely has food aggression but yeah 💛

Basira - fuck dude uh doberman

Melanie - uh jack rabbit??

Georgie - either a maine coon or a... Fuck it, assigns you flying fox

Oliver - Crow boy crow boy crow boy

Michael - fuckin iguana I guess

Helen - secretary bird :)

Agnes - my love, you get a phoenix. No average animal can contain you

Jude - hahahaha tiny dog behavior

Mike - I gotta give you a bird but I'm blanking hard... Uh *paniks* crane?

Annabelle - you already know, fuckin tarantula

Simon - fuckin whale

Mary - rat derogatory (I love rats, so she's like a movie sewer rat that's really gross and missing an eye or something)

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[kimmimaru]

Writing another Tseng/Reno fic. I think this one will be just a one-shot, but then again these things tend to get away from me lol. Essentially Reno and Tseng are sent to the Gongaga area to check out some bandit activity (post Advent Children) but there’s a lot more bandits than they realised and Tseng gets injured so they end up lost in the jungle. Honestly it’s just an excuse for me to write feral Reno lol. Here’s what I have so far;

“Chief,” Tseng groaned, turning his head away from the voice. “Chief!” Someone shook him, causing him to attempt to shove the offending hands away. He blinked, wincing a little as aches began to make themselves known. “Director...” Slowly the voice became recognisable and Tseng's vision cleared enough for him to see a face staring down at him. He grunted a little, his mouth too dry to speak. Reno frowned, “Yo,” He said, “You awake?” “Water...” Tseng managed to rasp, lifting a hand to putting it over his eyes. “Oh sure.” Reno moved, the sound of objects being shuffled around and then he was back, pressing a cold metal bottle against his arm. Tseng tried to sit up but pain throbbed through his stomach. He grunted, making to clutch the affected area but Reno stopped him. “I wouldn't.” He said, helping Tseng sit up. “You don't wanna re-open that wound, yo.” Tseng squinted through tangled hair, finally coherent enough to take in their surroundings. They were in what appeared to be a run down hut. He could see the empty door frame, surrounded by vines. Outside insects chirped and whirred. Birds twittered in the trees. “...What...” He cleared his throat and tried again, “What happened?” “You don't remember?” Reno frowned and Tseng noticed he had dried dirt in his hair, a scratch ran down his throat, not deep enough to be a concern. His jacket was missing and his shirt was torn, dried blood staining the cuffs and collar. “The president sent us here to investigate some rumours of bandits in the area. People've been goin' missing.” “Ah...yes I remember.” Tseng said, taking a sip of water from Reno's canteen. It was battered but serviceable. “And how did we end up here?” “Well, when you got hit I grabbed you and ran.” Reno's nose wrinkled, “And...uh...guess we're lost.” “Lost?” Tseng narrowed his eyes, looking askance at Reno. “What do you mean?” Reno rubbed at the back of his hair, “Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't really payin' attention to where we were goin'...I just had to get you outta there.” “We're...lost.” Tseng repeated, blinking as his exhausted mind tried to process everything Reno had said. “In the jungle.” “Yeah. That about sums it up.” Reno looked away, towards the entrance to their sheltered little hut. “Good job I found this place. There's a river close by, so we got fresh water. I dunno about food...though I can set up some traps. I used to hunt rats back when I was a kid and we had nothin' else to eat.” “I'm not eating rat.” Tseng muttered, looking down at himself. His torso was bare except for some bandages wrapped around his mid-section. “It's not so bad, yo. If you close your eyes you can pretend it's chicken.” Reno smirked. “Are there rats in the jungle?” Tseng asked, finishing the water and setting the flask aside. “I dunno.” Reno replied, “But there's gotta be somethin' we can eat out here. The bandits must have some kinda food source.” “Our phones, do we have any signal?” Reno held his phone out, “Nothin'. Dead as a doornail, yo.” “Damn.” Tseng sighed, “Well, the president knows our rough location, it won't be long before he sends someone after us.” “The bandits aren't camped that far from here, yo.” Reno said while putting some of their supplies away. “Is that where you got all this from?” Tseng nodded towards the small pile of medical supplies. Reno offered him a smirk, “I wasn't gonna just leave without some pay off. I got bandages, surgical sutures and some pain killers. They put up some watches but they're mostly drunk so it was too easy to sneak past 'em.” “Did you get a map or something?” “Doesn't look like they have any. 'least not one I could get to.” Tseng sighed, “So we just sit here and wait.” “Gongaga's close by, right? Maybe when you can walk we can try and find it.” “I don't think it will be that easy. If we're caught again by those men out here, we won't stand much of a chance.” Reno sighed, leaning back on his hands, “So, we wait.” “Mm.” Tseng lay back on his bed of leaves and stared up at the sky through the hole in the roof. “How did you find this place?” “Dunno, stumbled across it by accident.” Reno replied, turning to look back at Tseng over his shoulder, “Thought it was as good a place as any to set up camp.” “A good find.” “Thanks. I've slept in worse places, yo.” Reno laughed under his breath, “One time I had to hole up in an old sewer pipe, now that was bad.” “We have shelter and a source of water, we should be ok for a while.” Tseng winced, holding his wounded stomach. Reno noticed and moved closer, crouching beside him. “You ok?” “I will be.” Tseng said, taking a breath. “There were a hell of a lot more of them than we were told about.” Reno grumbled, shaking his head, “Bastards are better trained too.” “Ex-military, judging by the way they handled their weapons.” “When I went into their camp I noticed they had some explosives.” Reno lowered his voice, head tilting thoughtfully, “If they let their guards down again I could go back in and-” “No.” Tseng shook his head, “Not without back up.” “Why not? They won't see me.” “You can't guarantee that. I won't take unnecessary risks. The intel was bad, we have to retreat and regroup.”

“You sure, boss?” Reno cocked his head, hair stiff with mud and probably blood. He was filthy but seemed at ease among the curling vines and mud. “Yes.” Tseng sighed, “For now we wait for contact from headquarters and further orders.” Reno nodded absently, “Guess I'd better go see if I can get us some food then, yo. If we're gonna dig in here, I can set up somethin' to give us warning if we get any visitors.” He paused, thinking, “Gimme a day and I can keep watch on our friends, I'll report back if anythin' changes.” “Be careful, Reno.” “Aren't I always, boss?” Reno flashed Tseng a grin as he pushed himself up and brushed down his shirt, “White is gonna stand out too much.” He said to himself as he ducked out of their little hidey hole. “I'll be back before dark.” He promised and faded into the shadows of the trees.