she is a fuzzball

Villainous Headcanons

Yeah that’s right ya boi back on that bullshit also you guys should check out my Dr. Flug RP BLOG @oh-flug-me maybe drop a question…please

Anyway, let’s get started


•It’s a house rule not to attempt to remove Flug’s bag

•Dementia will pick at the edges to mess with him, but she’d never actually try to take it off
•5.0.5. learned his lesson when Flug almost had a panic attack when he started to lift it up
•Black Hat had completely removed it once, snatched it off his head in a fit of rage, and was actually surprised to see Flug curled up tightly on the floor, covering his head with his arms so no one could see any part of it at all.
•He was shuddering and crying, mumbling and pleading for Black Hat to give it back
•Black Hat, either out of the kindness of his bleak little black heart or maybe just because he was sick of Flug’s whimpering, he gave it back and even turned around, allowing him to put it back on without Black Hat seeing his face
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•They eat at the table, all of them

•Black Hat’s rule
•"We’re evil, not slobs! It’s so I won’t find any plates in people’s rooms, Dementia. How would we look in our advertisments if this place was a mess?“
•Dementia eats more like an animal than 5.0.5. does
•Flug either waits for everyone to finish so he can participate in the conversation then eat alone at the table or he simply asks to eat in his room if his social battery isn’t too high, for obvious reasons
•"I better not find that plate in there or it’s your soul.”

•One day, Flug sat down at the table and seemed to worry about something
•Nobody was paying his fidgeting any heed until Dementia glanced over at him and her mouth dropped, prompting the other two to look where she was looking. Their reactions to the phenomenon were the same.
•Flug had pushed up his bag juuuuust enough to allow him to take bites of his dinner, revealing a small part of his mouth and chin
•His hands were shaking and he was trying to ignore their gawking
•"I-I-I-p-please lo-look away. Yo-you’re staring is m-making me uncomfortable,“ he squeaked, etching the bag back down.
•In an instant, the conversation went back to being just about it was before, but glances were stolen at his mouth
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•Black Hat likes cats

•As in: If they wander in because the door is open on a hot day, he doesn’t immediately shoo it out and lets it wonder around til it leaves
•If it bumps his leg wanting affection, he’ll nudge it away a bit, but he won’t kick it
•If it brings him dead things, then it gets a pet
•Black Hat made the mistake of letting a cat fall asleep on him
•"You sneaky devil! How’d you even get in my lap?”
•He wants to move, but something compels him to stay put until it wakes up
•Dememtia is jealous as all hell when she found Black Hat asleep with the little fuzzball in his lap
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•5.0.5. can be found sleeping anywhere at any point of the day.
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•Flug: “I’ve been awake for a week with nothing but coffee and Ritz crackers to keep me alive.”
•Black Hat: “For once, that isn’t my fault.”
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•Flug and Dementia sing together some times

•One of the few times you’ll ever see them getting along
•Dementia handles the more…provocative dance moves of the songs they sing together
•Flug can rap pretty damn well
•Though she may tease and sometimes bully him, Dementia likes seeing Flug so happy when he’s singing
•They usually sing until either Black Hat yells at them to turn it down/off or if 5.0.5. tells them that their music is ruining his cleaning time
•They usually high five before going about their day.

In other cat related news, Skitten is officially 18 years old today.


Technically, it’s her adoption day.  18 years ago today I went into the SPCA and walked out with this black and white fuzzball.  She was estimated to be 5-6 months old and had an endless energy that she quickly applied to stalking feet.  She stalks fewer now, but still keeps up with a young poodle puppy.


Here’s a short list of Shit She’s Done:

  • Attacked a deer
  • Brought home various animals including rats, mice, praying mantids, and once a small dog.
  • Almost ran for a political office
  • Got stuck in a Very Short Tree
  • Fell asleep in a car and didn’t wake up until my older brother was at campus.  She wasn’t happy.


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Nearly 3 years ago Sage was brought in to the clinic by an owner who did not wish to deal with her medical issues. They were going to take her to the shelter instead. My boss asked them to let Sage stay at the clinic to be treated and we would see if we could find her a home. I had been without a kitty since Charlotte died and this tiny little cat with such a friendly personality won me over; I couldn’t say no to those blue eyes and that purr.

I brought her home, and she immediately strolled out of the carrier and hopped onto my lap, ready to be friends, not scared of anything.

She was such a love. Recently I mentioned to my apartment manager that we needed some work done but please not to let the cat out; he called back and said he always made sure to sit down with Sage and pet her so she didn’t wander out while the maintenance crew worked. She was like that with everyone - instant friends no matter what. When friends gathered in the kitchen or living room to chat, she would sit in the center, waiting for someone to give her belly rubs or pick her up or give her a lap to sit on.

What a sweet girl. She’s been fighting cancer for the last several weeks, but she lost so much weight by the end, and was clearly tired as you can see in the top two pictures. It was time to say goodbye today, and she went easily and peacefully, purring until she fell asleep. She was a silly, happy little fuzzball. 💜

Bye-bye, Sage kitty.

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Bakugou wasn’t good with kids. They were loud, obnoxious, gross, and annoying. Bakugou didn’t have the skill of ignoring shit that pissed him off like most people do, which is an important ability to have when dealing with children. Especially smartass toddlers who tried to fucking debate him. And that used to be one of his classmates that annoyed him.

Uraraka turns into a toddler and Bakugou has to deal with it

ao3

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Marichat May: Day 26 & Day 9; The Stray & Bell Collar

Adrien gaped looking straight up panic filling him at the sight before him. Marinette the sweat selfless classmate who sat behind him was crawling along a thin ledge several stories up trying to rescue a tiny black blob at the very corner of the building.

How she got up there he had no idea but it was probably through a window slightly above the ledge. The ledge itself was barely wide enough for her to crawl on let alone anyone larger.

No one seamed to realize she was up there as everyone continued about their business as always. He was about to call up to her when Plagg jabbed him in the ribs under his jacket.

“Pistt kid you’ll distract her if you do that. And then your princess will fall.” He whispers sternly worried for the girl himself. Adrien bite his lip looking back up at Marinette who crawled ever closer to the corner edge further away from any open window.

He waved his arms frantically trying to get her attention that way. It seemed to work as she took notice of him peering down at him. He couldn’t hear what she was saying but he thought it might be his name. He made motions with his hands signalling for her to go back to which she stubbornly shook her head. He scowled stomping his foot and doing it again motioning for her to stay there he would get help. He got a nod in return finally.

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prideofnoxus  asked:

"Ain't never seen a yordle with a tail like that. The hell are you??"

Rin was so taken aback from the shouting white fuzzball that she nearly screeched in retort. Instead, she hopped onto one leg, bouncing away from the assault on her ears in an awkward fighting pose.

“WHAT IN THE ETERNAL HELLS IS—” the red head looked the other yordle over, suddenly intrigued rather than scared. White, scars, jagged teeth, war apparel…lizard? She caught herself with mouth agape in a confused manner before answering his question.

“Well, uh… not to be RUDE…” Rin shot him a hint of a sassy side glance. “But you already answered that question. ‘the hell am I’? I am a yordle, too, simple as. Your eyes… er, eye…. does not deceive you. The tail is just… abnormal, but not entirely foreign.”

anonymous asked:

I don't know about you, but I think the song "Strangers Like Me" from Tarzan sort of suits Hanamiya when he's on his way to the love boat~ Ne, ne??

 Aaah! Oh my goodness, Anon, what have you done to me!!!??

Sorry… I couldn’t write much because I started crying for Hanamiya! This is not a scenario exactly. Actually, it’s not a normal scenario at all. It hardly makes sense, to be frank. I have no idea how or why it turned out this way. So corny! I feel so embarrassed I could die right now!

It was a wonder how he slowly synchronized with her… her cheerfulness, her energy…her love. They changed him and yet not. It was a whole new layer of wonder. He was the kind of tasteless dark base of the cake. She was cream and chocolate that enveloped and engulfed him from top to bottom.

He was steel. She was silk.

He fell in love, even though he wasn’t aware of what love truly was.

I wanna know, can you show me

They say that’s what love is all about; meeting things you never knew… He didn’t like to be put in troublesome situations, though, where he couldn’t cheat or fight his way out. Still, he couldn’t escape from this place.

At first— denial. How was it possible that he felt his face burn up when she was close? How could his steps unconsciously lead towards her? How could he tense up every time her name was brought up and turn all defensive? It was a good thing he had always been good at acting and masking his emotions when the need arose.

It all means something
And yet nothing to me

How could she smile so beautifully?

After their first kiss, after their lips locked and their bodies touched in perfect concurrency, he was certain she was seeking after him too; holding his hand, cheerfully skipping towards him every morning and giving random hugs, which he somehow accepted grumpily. Asking for dates, for meaningless things like how training has been, how was his night spent….

Every gesture, every move that she makes
Makes me feel like never before

Why do I have
This growing need to be beside her

Because she smiles like that and pouts and blushes and fidgets, and it all makes him want her close even more.

I can see there’s so much to learn
It’s all so close and yet so far

I see myself as people see me

What did she really think of him? All of Hanamiya; his words, his intellect, his plays? The way he treated her? He wasn’t gentle, that’s for sure. And she was a shy sunshine. A silent power, a fuzzball of mirth. How could they match?

If love could evolve to more love, reach an upper level, that’s what his did. Instead of calming his emotions down, her presence in his life stirred him even more strongly.

Ooo, these emotions I never knew
Of some other world far beyond this place

What it means to love a woman, cherish her? What does it mean? I want to hold you here, even though I can’t say that to you… He never uttered the words, but they kept burning his skin.

I wanna know. Can you show me?

Show me. Kiss me. Hold me. I am not a good person; still I want you close, mine. Mine. Here. I am not a good person. I lie. I hurt. I like pain. But I also like you. I don’t usually care. But I care for you…

Show me.

Take my hand
There’s a world I need to know

As in Champagne, Part the Second (and Final)

Part the First

This was a long time coming, and I’m still a smidge worried about it, but it will never be perfect. In fact, several people who read this will probably think “Uh, what was all the fuss about, Shawna?” And that’s cool, that’s cool. 

A lot of the so-called ‘action’ happens interior to the characters. I find myself writing these man vs. himself plots a lot, getting all up in their brains, and I’m not sure if that’s good, bad or indifferent. But there’s enough here that I don’t hate, so I’m just going to post it and stop the agonizing. The story strayed a little from how I originally thought it might go, but I kind of like where it ended up instead.

Anyway, enough rambling. I’m basically going to copy and paste the tags I used for the last installment on this one, but I’m always of two minds about tags. (As ever, if you want off this crazy train, please let me know. I won’t take offense!) I hope you guys enjoy!!!

Tag list: @ch1darkcy @hohumi @sassy-curmudgeon @slothpaws @adaftmyriad @greenangelheart @old-lady-at-heart @teastaindiary @lametwentysomething @fantasticab @allimidori @robichaux-prefect @llexis @thisissomefreshbullshit @boysweatandckone @someday-youwillfindme @kneekeyta @justagirlnamedkayla @14000romances @darlingdiver @mirandasmadeofstone @how-ardently @icshly @gushington-central @i-love-mmfd @carpe-libris @raernundo @broughttoyoubythelettera @i-dream-of-emus @mallyallyandra @anglophileyoungblood @fuckintentshop @aggressively-lamps @chrryblsms @nipasir @areyousad8118 @milymargot @sharoonroney @sarahlouise88ni @celestev31 @scumothaearff @bitcheslovebeck @magicalgrandma @kerrv0rting-and-sn0rting ililypop @happyfrasers @ilovefinnnelson @sammylbc @anca82 @idontcareifyoudontbelieveme @murderyoursoul @losingpudge @heartnotbrain @jackiewalsh2013 @dairingoriginal @sunflowerdope @omgbananasnailus @bitchy-broken @pigeonfarmrace @rinncincin @mellamoaiko @finnleysraemundo @kristicallahan @musicfreak1 @alyssaloca @girlwithafoxhat @karinskyme @irish-girl-84 @tinakegg @luvs-jade @2muchtosee2littletime @voodoomarie @annemarieted @wandering-soul-7 @arashian-emu @courtkismet @sicklittlejag @fangirlwithoutshame @zero-for-starters

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When Rae awakes, it takes her awhile to come around. She’d been having the most delicious dream, and she vaguely knows she didn’t want to leave it. Finn was there. She lingers in that realm between unconscious and conscious, wandering around the remnants of her dreamscape. They had been somewhere together, outside. It had been cold, and she wasn’t wearing a coat. He tried rubbing her arms, and holding her hands, but she couldn’t get any heat in her fingers or toes, her bones felt cold. And then, he’d swooped her into an embrace and kept her there until she felt warmed through.

She smiles in her half-sleep and hums, stretching her arms away from her, concaving like a cat, and startles the real one still curled up next to her who jumps up to the back of the sofa at her unwelcome movement.

When she fell asleep, it was so quiet she could hear the ping of the pipes and the hum of the mini-fridge in Finn’s kitchen. But now there’s a faint strain of music (was that Jarvis Cocker?) and the sound of a spoon gently clinking against the inside of a mug. She sits up rapidly, finally aware that someone else is there. The movement causes her to tangle in a blanket she doesn’t remember pulling over her, and when her vision still clouded by sleep clears a bit, she sees it’s Finn.

Shit, she thinks. Shit shit shit.

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shivawuff-deactivated20170430  asked:

Hi! Not sure if you were still taking requests but if you are, could you do an au where Beca is lonely and gets a cat that reminds her of Kommissar while said German is away on tour or something and when she comes back she teases Beca about it?

Ask and you shall recieve. c: Hopefully this is kinda what you wanted? :D

also on ao3


Two weeks.

Luisa had been gone for two whole weeks, and Beca was bored out of her mind. Not just bored – lonely. She missed having the blonde giant to cuddle up to at night. She could feel her sleep schedule getting screwed up. She had gotten so used to being able to curl into her German beauty to sleep that it was so weird to sleep in their bed without her. It was unsettling, and even when she did sleep, she wasn’t sleeping well.

It was four in the morning and she probably wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep any time soon. With a huff of annoyance, she sat up from the couch she had attempted to crash on and went to make coffee. She grabbed her phone off the table on her way and, once she had coffee in hand, send a snap to Luisa. Guess who’s up early again?

Immediately after, she sent the a capella leader a text. Miss you babe. It’s weird not having you here. Coffee is not a good substitute.

It was eight a.m. in Germany but knowing Luisa, she wasn’t awake yet. The woman slept more than Beca, and considering she was a night owl at heart, that said something.

She received a reply two hours later of Luisa with her own coffee, hair in complete disarray and wearing the expression of sheer exhaustion. Meine Maus, shouldn’t you have been asleep?

Beca sent her a face. Maybe. Whatcha gonna do about it?

A pouty face came back and the brunette groaned at the adorable expression. Luisa needed to get her ass back home. I can’t do much from Germany, libeling.

I know :(

Around eight, Chloe showed up unannounced on the porch. The redhead rang the bell relentlessly until Beca finally groaned and went to let her in, very unamused by the ginger’s antics. “You know, I was coming.”

The older girl rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You could’ve still been asleep. Speaking of which, have you even slept?”

“What? Of course I have. Why?”

“You look like shit? Like there are bags under your eyes, Beca. What’s up?” When her friend slumped and didn’t reply, she figured out for herself what was wrong and made a soft sound of understanding. “Ohhhh, you’re pining over Kommissar, aren’t you?”

“I am not pining,” Beca groused back. “I’m just… not sleeping as well without her. That happens when you share a bed!”

“Uh-huh… Well, we’re going out.”

The music producer groaned. “Do we have to, Chlo? Come on, I have movies, we could stay in.”

The redhead gave her a pointed look. “No, we are not watching movies. You’ve been in here for like a week. You need sunshine! And human contact! And probably some exercise because you’ve probably been a huge lump. Not that that’s unusual.”

“You’re a lump,” Beca retorted, immediately regretting the dumb reply.

Chloe grinned. “My lovely lady lumps?”

Her reply came in the form of a pillow flung across the living room at her face.


The drive to wherever-they-were was long and full of potholes. Beca couldn’t even try to sleep because she would whack her head on the window every five seconds. The ex Bella-leader settled for listening to music and talking to Chloe in alternating spurts.

When the car finally rolled to a stop, Beca stared blankly at the building they had parked at. She registered the sign and the setup and the fact that animals were visible, but still had to ask, “… Where are we?” shortly followed by, “Why are we here?”

Her red-haired friend grinned. “Clearly you need something to buffer that void Luisa’s left in the what, two weeks she’s been gone? So, you’re getting a pet. I don’t care what it is but I would say cat or dog if you want to cuddle it.”

“This really isn’t necessary…”

“I know! Have fun with the cats. I’m gonna play with puppies!”

Before Beca could get a word in edgewise, the redhead bounded off to what must have been the dog section, leaving her friend alone with a multitude of cats. The building was an outdoor building with a mesh roof with… tarp? Was it tarped? It looked like it was tarped. They must’ve had pretty awful funding if they couldn’t even build a real roof for the “cat house.”

She was not getting a cat. Absolutely not. They didn’t need a cat; someone would have to come feed and play with it if they went on a trip. It would cost more for food – what even was the best food? Probably not the grocery store stuff. She vaguely remembered someone –probably Benji– going on a rant about additives and by-products or something.

And she didn’t need a cat. She was Beca-effing-Mitchell. She could suck it up for another two weeks before Luisa returned.

Unfortunately, she didn’t leave the cat house fast enough.

A light cream, medium-haired cat sauntered up to her. Grumbling, Beca crouched and held her hand out for it. It sniffed her fingertips, then proceeded to rub its cheek on her hand and weave itself around her legs. It was a huge cat, easily bigger than any of the others in the cat house.

And then it looked up.

Piercing, sky-blue eyes watched her, and that sealed the deal.

She went to find Chloe, pointed out the cat, and immediately decided she wanted it, on one condition. Chloe was taking her supply shopping. The least she could do was welcome the fuzzball home.

Luisa liked cats – Beca had several fond memories of her pausing in the middle of the sidewalk to pet a friendly cat and coo lovingly at it. It was beyond amusing to watch her giant German goddess transform into a baby-talking sap in the presence of animals. It was ridiculous and Beca loved her even more for it.

They came home with a cat carrier, food, grooming supplies, nail clippers (you could clip a cat’s nails?) flea prevention, treats, at least five toys, a bunch of scratch-pads and posts, an entire cat tree, two litter boxes, and a kitty vest harness and leash. If Beca could get her to walk on a leash that would probably be the highlight of her life.

Then it was time to give her a name. Beca spent a solid two hours rattling names off to the cat, waiting for her to response to something. She was about to give up when she said over her shoulder, “Idelia!”

The soft pattering of paws told her that was the right name, and the cat hopped up in her lap, seeking affection.

“Idelia it is. How pretty.”

It turned out that Luisa’s trip was cut short. The person she intended to meet with to discuss DSM’s future had to postpone everything and had told her that the earliest he could get her in would be at least a month away. Pieter had volunteered to go in her place, and a grateful Luisa caught the first flight back to her little Maus.

She did not expect the fuzzy creature who awaited her.

Within a split-second of opening the door, a tony human flew at her from halfway across the house, throwing her arms around the German. “Hey you!” she greeted. “I missed you.” Luisa laughed and leaned down to kiss her.

“I missed you as well, Mäuschen. Has my little Maus stayed out of trouble?” she asked, amused, as she moved to set her luggage by the door and envelop the small brunette in her embrace. Beca fell into her arms willingly and the blonde rested her chin atop the brown head of hair contentedly. It was good to be home.

When she opened her eyes, she was airly sure she was hallucinating… until it moved. “When did we get a cat?”

Beca fell silent for a moment. “Uhhh… about four days ago…” Before Luisa could say anything else, she pulled back and pouted a bit. “I missed you, okay?”

The blinding grin Luisa returned with still stunned her. How had she landed this gorgeous creature? How had she actually managed to get and keep such a perfect person? It was a mystery considering how much of an idiot she could be. “What is its… her? His? … name?”

“Idelia. She reminded me of you,” Beca elaborated, smiling. “Chlo dragged me to the shelter because apparently I was moping and she didn’t want that, so she took me to the animal shelter to make me get a cat.

“I see her plan worked.”

“It did. We have a cat. They said she’s about four.”

Luis smiled and scratched the cat’s chin, then returned to her girlfriend. “Little Maus, if you missed me so much, why did you not come with me? Or tell me?” she asked, smiling. “I don’t think a fluffy feline replaces me entirely… and if she does, I must be in trouble.”

The brunette scoffed. “You nerd,” she mumbled before reaching up to kiss the woman again.

“But your nerd,” Luisa murmured, and kissed her back.


Mäuschen - little mouse

As in Champagne

Oh, hello … This is part one of two, and was inspired by this picture that ducky17 posted, like, three months ago. I started this right after she posted it, and then a few weeks later she posted her first chapter, and I put this aside, but then feels came back and I figured the stories are different enough. (And my motto is ‘Everyone write it!’ so I should heed my own words, I guess.)

Anyway, like I said, this is the result of on and off writing for a couple of months … And I do plan to post a second part, which I’ve only JUST started. So, not sure when it’ll show up. But I think this part is about as done as it’s going to get, and I hope getting it out there will free up headspace for part two and other fics I’ve been working on.

Also, I figured with all the angst over episode 1, maybe it would be nice to have a clean slate/tabula rasa type fic, where they’re only just meeting each other. *shrugs* I don’t know, I just hope you like it! (Tags are at the bottom.)

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Rae has just finished re-alphabetizing the punk section when she feels something warm curl around her ankle. She tenses momentarily before realizing who it is.

“Back again, Sandi?”

The cat purrs, rubs its head once more against her ankle/ and then leaps up onto the bins, surprisingly nimble for an animal of its size. Laying back across a row of CDs and pulling its paws up to under its chin, the cat knows exactly what it’s doing.

Rae reaches out to scratch it behind the ears briefly, a rueful smile on her lips. “I know what you’re after …” She makes her way over to the break room, and opens the door that reads: “Employees Only! KEEP OUT” glancing behind her. “Well? Are ya comin’ or not?”

The cat jumps to the floor and pads through the doorway like it was one of the crew at ShipWreckords. It’s been coming to the store almost every day for the past three weeks, having walked in with one of the customers the first time, surprising Rae when it sprang onto the counter and rubbed its whiskers on the corner of the till.

She had been a little annoyed at first, but the cat was so friendly and affectionate, purring and trilling and butting its little furry head against the back of her hand to be petted, she couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love.

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This is Schnickelfritz (sometimes called Schnickle Pickle). She showed up in my garage a few months ago as a tiny kitten and now she’s a huge fuzzball that chirp purrs when she first sees you. Don’t be fooled by that face, though. She’s thinking about how fun it would be to attack your toes when you’re not looking.

(submitted by @zoomonkees)