#Morris the Moose
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my OCs featuring Ramses rabbit and Archimedes Aardvark
Ramses and Archimedes are commonly based on Arthur and Merlin from the sword in the Stone respectfully.
Ramsey was inspired from six cartoon characters:
Sam-i-am (green Eggs and Ham by Dr seuss)
Morris the Moose (Morris by bernard Wiseman)
Billy (billy and Mandy by Maxwell Atoms)
Wander (wander over yonder by Craig mcCracken)
SpongeBob SquarePants (Stephen hillenberg)
Uncle Grandpa (Peter Browngardt)
#cartoons#literature#green eggs and ham#Ramses Rabbit#Archimedes Aardvark#wander over yonder#Uncle grandpa#Morris the Moose#Boris the bear#sam i am#guy am i#billy and mandy#aardvark#spongebon squarepants#spongebob#squidward tentacles#Mr. Gus#grim reaper#traditional sketch#traditional doodle#traditional drawing#traditional art#sketches#doodle#woy wander#wander and sylvia
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Fun fact: I was laughing while making these memes
#fireman sam#sam peyton jones#elvis cridlington#penny morris#arnold mckinley#moose roberts#ellie philipps#my post#shitpost
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Belle's Tales of Friendship
This is very hard to find so i managed to get myself only a copy with russian dub. Knowing the language is a pretty useful skill considering that a ton of B-tier (and lower) stuff can be easily found with russian dub but not in the original language.
So this is a film that’s a part of the Sing Me a Story with Belle series. Which is just showing old cartoons owned by the company with new…
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#Babes in the Woods#Babes in the Woods (1932)#Beauty and the Beast (1991)#Belle&039;s Tales of Friendship#Create account Log in Personal tools Contents (Top) Plot Production Home media References External links Morris the Midget Moose#Create account Log in Personal tools Contents (Top) Plot Production Home media References External links Morris the Midget Moose (1950)#Sing Me a Story with Belle#The Little Red Hen#The Three Little Pigs#The Wise Little Hen (1934)#Three Little Pigs (1933)#Video
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Stack The Deck - PART 13
CW: Carewhumper, non-con touching, referenced stalking/non-con bathing/nudity, gaslighting, panic attack
PART 12 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 14
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All of this could be worse, Elliot had to constantly remind himself of this fact; so, so much worse.
At the very least he didn't find himself in the trunk of a Honda or a crack house bathroom, just the sparsely decorated home of Chris, being far more tidy than he'd like to give him credit for. Said man had disappeared a few minutes ago, leaving Elliot to stew in bewilderment. The spots where skin had met skin started to itch.
Focus, come on. Neither the lonely houseplant next to the TV nor the properly aligned armchair could help him; behind the bed he was placed in stood a dresser with a full ashtray on it. The sun that had so rudely woken him up before already moved on, but the window it entered through didn't budge an inch, letting the muffled sound of cars driving up and down the road flow through the glass. They were at least on the third floor.
Jump, a harsh force pulled at his stomach, now. What else would he break in the process?
The smell of vanilla and sugar let him come to a bit more, a sour taste gathering at the thought of what's next to come. Even though Elliot had no idea why he was taken again, the animal part of his brain prepared for the worst regardless; knowing this time could be dangerous in a whole different sort of way.
"Do you like pancakes?" Morris called out, looking back from the kitchen to check if this was still real, if Elliot was really with him now, "Of course you do."
Did he? Elliot wasn't so sure about it anymore, he couldn't get his next steps on track: a rescue he couldn't remember, the warm welcome, the fact that Amber was just old news - where did this suddenly come from? What do you call a joke nobody's laughing about?
Wrapped up in the hysteric circle of repetitive thoughts, his hands started to knead hills and valleys into the blanket and rewarded his already tense arm with a short sting of fire. Elliot usually avoided to, but looking down at his palms, he noticed the rough red lines of dark scab across them.
"Did I fall?" he whispered to nobody in particular.
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you were bleeding; your knees too. Don't you feel that?" The well-meaning hint fell on deaf ears.
Though Elliot did feel that. An all-too familiar burn started spreading its stinging tendrils out to reach his elbow first and if not appeased quickly enough, it would only grow further. On some days, it crawled up behind his eyes.
But not yet, there was still time. Finally ready to act, Elliot threw the heavy covers off his legs, which were not tied together despite the uneasy memories. He could work with that.
The cooked batter already built up bubbles, he could see it from where he was standing now, the kitchen also being the entrance area and final room to separate them from the outside world. After flipping it over to reveal a perfectly browned crust, Morris at last noticed him: "I thought of you, moving north into the wilderness to ride moose and become a park ranger or whatever. She got me good; upstate, my ass!"
Jesus Christ, what is he going on about? Elliot had read an article about brain damage some odd months ago: poor Morris probably had an aneurysm during the time they didn't see each other, and hopefully would be blessed with another one soon. This had to be it. He, for one, didn't act like a guy who got invested in a spontaneous religious awakening.
Elliot swallowed hard, interrupting the senseless yapping and looking into Morris' steam-covert face that only underlined his unsettling glassy expression: "I can't do this again. Please, I give you everything."
They faced each-other while still keeping a good distance, with the door to the hallway practically only a jump away. Elliot could make it.
"The bathroom is on your right," Morris said through a patient smile, "Freshen up a bit."
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Coward. Even a splash of cold water on his puffy eyes didn't soothe the lingering frustration; if this were the Olympics, he'd be awarded the golden medal for backpedaling, especially when it came to his own survival. You dumb fucking coward.
Elliot even lacked the guts to lock the bathroom door. When push comes to shove, one could bet Morris would just kick the hinges in.
Where had the time gone; the time he should have used to prepare, to take action against Morris? Not boxing, naturally, but something... anything meaningful. All that followed was well deserved, it seemed, the punishment for wasting away in his childhood bedroom and staring motionless at a wall for eight months.
The bathroom mirror gave a flash of relief as Elliot pressed his forehead against the cool glass. Think!
For the first time in a long year, he looked at his reflection. A broken man glared back through empty eyes. Single beads of water ran down his chin to be soaked up into his shirt, already damp with the stench of fear and sweat.
The shirt he wore the whole night; a shirt he did not wear yesterday, one he did not even own, meaning that Morris had to- Oh god.
Maybe he should think less, before losing the last bit of sanity.
Not that it mattered, Elliot's only goal was clear: convince Chris to leave him alone, even when he had to bear his unorthodox signs of reparation. Smile and nod and play Crazy Eights until he opens the door: old habits and such. Nothing to lose this time, he could do it!
As Elliot awkwardly stalked back to the kitchen, the stinging had already engulfed his whole left hand and throbbed with every horrid expectation. One favor Morris could do him, if this went south too, was to cut the damn thing off already. Turning around into the kitchen fully now, he was greeted by the same stupid grin that send him away. At least one of us is having fun.
Elliot was gently led to the table and forced to sit tight until the chef was gracious enough to join him; dragging his chair to position it opposite to his guest. A stack of warm pancakes was placed carefully in front of both; they didn't look half bad.
So this was the apology breakfast then.
"Here you go, Ell!"
The cutlery slid right next to the plate and with Chris closer than ever before, Elliot could feel his body heat on his face. By reflex, his head curled down to make himself as small as possible, as if mesmerized by the pancakes he was blankly staring at.
"Say when." A thin stream of sticky maple started to coat them: the apology syrup, surely.
He would have appreciated all the effort in a different context, but with his sweaty right clenched around the butter knife, any sense of domestic bliss was lost.
Elliot felt his mouth go dry in anticipation; bile already collecting further.
None of them had noticed how heavy their breathing went, so Morris decided to be more brisk and let the hand he had positioned so innocently on the backrest slip down the small of Elliot's neck.
This is the apology- the-the apology...
The touch of rough fingers against his sensitive skin made Elliot shudder violently and writhe away from the contact. Even though that wasn't a "when", the steady drizzle of syrup stopped in its flow.
Letting his hand wander even further down to dip under his collar and between his shoulder blades, Chris too was mesmerized. His skin felt pleasantly warm to the touch; stroking back and forth, up and down to soothe his boy who was nearly losing it again. So tense.
He knew it only got worse the longer this medicine he demanded was held back, so why not enjoy the last calm moments for a while. Brushing the peach fuzz at the base of his hairline awarded Chris a low whine. So pretty.
His left arm was sore by now and already cooking up a storm, Elliot could feel it.
Morris felt glad his guest was deadly focused on the meal he made them, otherwise his bright red face would only prove how excited he was getting.
He hadn't missed how much longer Elliot's hair had grown, still happy that he managed to wash it last night. Speaking of which, was he always this pale and skinny? He did look kinda rough, Chris determined with a frown, they hadn't taken good care of him, wherever he'd been before.
Not for much longer, of course.
Elliot too had learned from his mistakes, though he never expected to use his newfound knowledge. Enjoying a bite to wake up god-knows-where; no, thank you! It made little sense to take his meds and just drug him still, but he had to anticipate senseless acts from a senseless man.
Elliot wouldn't look up, hell no, that face just helped to make him throw up faster.
"Sorry, but I'm not eating this," Elliot murmured, unsure if there was a gentle way of teaching him that.
Morris looked sheepish: "Oh, is it burned? The first ones always get a little bit more...crispy."
He neither took silence nor no for an answer, but two could play that game.
"So, what do you want to do after this?", Morris asked. He hoped to get the best use out of their intimacy before the inevitable temporary mood killer.
"You talk a lot." Sadly, not one coherent sentence. So Elliot refused to give in to the chit-chat.
"I'm just excited," Morris admitted quietly while desperate to hide the red blotches on his face.
Excited about what?
He had to sound like a broken record by now: "Did I do something wrong? I didn't tell anyone, I swear!"
Morris sighed.
"No, no, I'm not angry with you, is that so hard to believe?" He couldn't stop playing with full, dark strands of hair. "I just said these things to buy more time."
Collecting what remained of his shaky words, Elliot failed to bite his tongue any longer. Sweet-talk me all you want.
"Y-you said, you'd kill my mother."
Morris would never, scout's honor! That woman was huge.
"Yeah, I didn't mean that, obviously!" came the annoyed huff.
Obviously, like Morris wasn't a dangerous man to be around. Obviously, like it was Elliot's fault for believing threats against their lives.
"Wouldn't make a difference if you had told them, either."
A difference for Elliot nonetheless, one could suppose, seeing how drenched in tears he suddenly was. In another life, one where he got to be less of a disappointment, he told his parents and doctors the truth to make peace with himself.
At worse, new accusations only fast-tracked Morris tardy rendezvous with justice. Dragging an unconscious stranger through the streets perhaps did raise some eyebrows... Do you even know about the warrant? Maybe you like a spark of danger.
Unable to protest, free-flowing tears got thumbed away by a caring hand and unbeknownst to Elliot, Morris simply loved that he let himself cry freely.
In the open space behind them, a phone started humming anew. The unhappy musician was finally lucid enough to recognize the melody this time: Für Elise.
In case he had been smart enough to spend the last months growing a backbone, he would have spat Morris straight in the face. The sheer audacity made all tears ebb in an instant.
After what had been more than enough time with strange hair between his fingers, Morris took a seat and let his head drop into his hands: "I hope that doesn't bother you, I'm just gonna let it ring."
Actually, it did bother Elliot, but in a whole different way.
"Where's my phone?", he asked instead, because surly, whatever scenario he was dragged into, Morris considered him sympathetic enough to gift him one call. Like in the movies.
Bet he isn't dumb enough to let it lie around.
The response he got was a worthless shrug: "You didn't have one on you."
How well did that freak search me?
The only other explanation was him losing it during the fall, where and when this supposedly happened was a whole different mystery to him. Taking a hesitant forkful of batter into his mouth, Elliot hoped his good manners would earn him a blink of silence: time he needed to think about his next steps. For now, it only brought a satisfied grin onto himself.
After a few more minutes, the ringing died down.
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It became extremely clear that Elliot's plan would go up in flames. A chat with Chris, to smile and look pretty, forcing half a pancake down his tightening throat - he really put all into it. It wasn't enough.
His face burned brightly now too, from fear or rising nerval misery was unclear, all he knew was that it hurt. Pearls of sweat slipped along his fingertips into his lap while Morris was too busy cleaning up the table: "I guess you're full for now, huh?"
The low coo only made him twitch in his seat. Elliot had to stop losing himself.
"How's your...the-the rabbit. You had one of those, right?" Chris asked, turning towards the sink to put the dishes in.
"Good," Elliot tried to say, but any effort to speak was cut off by a choking flare that shot up his neck. The ache hit him without warning throughout every muscle fiber and surged right back into its birthplace, over and over, until nothing but a hollow wheeze shook his body.
It hadn't been this bad in a long time; his skull threatened to split into pieces and if nobody was here to help, then Elliot was glad to take the job.
Fuck Chris and his absolution, if he didn't want to finish what he started, so be it.
This wasn't an abandoned crack house, he didn't need to leave the building, but just had to find someone who lived here too.
Move, the force demanded again, now; and this time Elliot listened.
Without second thought, he slid from the chair and leaped for the door, even closer to it than ever before.
One -two- three steps now and with the door latch just in reach, he-
A thick arm quickly wrapped around his waist to throw him unceremoniously against the nearest wall. His left hand was on fire.
"Let go!" Elliot gasped loudly; too close to screaming for Chris' liking, so a skilled grip around the neck made him shut it quite nicely.
"Calm down, it's alright. Just don't be loud." At least right now. Nobody minded him being noisy elsewhere...soon, he couldn't expect this right off the bat. "Look, I'll let go, but the door is locked anyway, so don't freak out again."
What Elliot tried didn't came as a surprise, but hurt him nonetheless. Morris was more disappointed than upset.
"I'm not doing anything to you, I'm just trying to help!"
Still pressed against the wood-chip wallpaper, one fist grabbing his left arm and one flat on his chest, Elliot could do nothing but take ragged breaths. He was going insane, without question.
"Then help me," he wailed, "nothing of this is alright, I want to leave!"
"You want your next fix, but I won't let that happen, sweetie," he replied sullenly, noticing how Elliot cringed at the pet name. There was enough time to find one that fit.
"I'm not a fucking junkie!" he tried now, his breaking voice didn't make this any more convincing, much less his mood.
"Then why so antsy, huh?"
"It hurts," Elliot mewled, trying to pull his hand free, "just stop!"
"Why? I'm not even holding on tight..."
What was this man going on about? Elliot wondered if he was that dumb; or maybe found it funny.
"You know why," he whispered baffled.
Morris' disappointment spread. He knew what that meant, an imminent truth he tried to sugarcoat for a while: the answer to the question of why Elliot didn't show up for the Oratorio, or any other show after that.
Loosening his grip on the arm, but still pressing Elliot closer against the wall, he took his time to inspect the damned hand in question, to really look at his past fuck-up.
It was clearly thinner and paler, even compared to the rest of Elliot, except for the gnarly red scar line that ran from his wrist all the way to the back of his pinky. Fresh new wounds aside, the weakly curled up pair of fingers, four and five respectively, refused to spread out, not held by force but lack of it.
Morris could feel the rigid metal wires under the dewy, paper-like skin. A few pins in there, or a plate at least. The noise when knife met bone played on loop in his ears: the moment once sharp crunch turned into soft smacks.
This wasn't supposed to happen, all of it was simply wrong.
"Why does it look like that, Ell?"
"You tell me, asshole!"
The tension between them rose high again, and with their faces just inches apart, Elliot prayed that he overheard his insult. Any more pressure and his fingers would just snap on impact.
Despite it all, the confused man didn't pay him any mind, too focused on the fruit of his labor: "That doesn't make sense, it should be back to normal by now."
Through the smoke of pain and leftover narcotics, Elliot wondered if he could be braver this time around, as he pulled the hand back to his side.
"Doesn't matter anymore. I want - I need to go home. I don't understand why you're doing this at all. You're so-"
Different, yes. His Elliot was on the best way to finally understand. Chris didn't want to confess yet, it would be too much at once.
"I missed you." The soothing tone was put on in good faith.
"Missed?" It was practically spat at him. Missed what? Beating me? "Didn't you do enough already?"
Craving revelation, though refusing to back down, both men clenched their jaw tight.
"You need to stop, Morris," Elliot had one last desperate offer to give in case Chris really was insane, not in the pop psychology sort of way, but by being a seriously sick man: "I-I can visit you, okay?!"
Why visit when you can just stay?
"Elliot, quit being so formal."
A buzz ripped them apart. Go to hell, Elise!
Gladly, Morris let go of his chest to stomp over to the kitchen counter.
"Fucking Belanger, I swear to god." With a swift motion, the call was ended. It was obvious that dear Chris tried to keep his facade alive, even with all nerves on edge.
"That's my - uh, that's not really my boss, he only annoys me sometimes."
Elliot nodded wordlessly, as if he could give a rat's ass about Morris and his little pusher friends running around town, playing UNO all night long and ruining other people's relationships.
"Just ignore that, he's from Quebec so," he rolled his eyes excessively, "y'know?!"
No, Elliot didn't know. Respectively, he knew nothing, even after spending all morning with him. The oh-so obvious reason for his stay was still a blank hole of ignorance for him.
He couldn't believe a single word coming from that bastard's mouth, he was a liar back then, and he would be one on every single day to come.
Elliot didn't even register how badly he was shivering.
"We just take it slowly," Morris offered, but struggled to cleanse the atmosphere, "only talk and spend some time together. Do you know Azul? The game with the little tiles?"
Elliot sensed how this would go, the bile in his mouth started having the horrible aftertaste of moonshine and ichor.
Oh god, I can't do this again.
Dizziness hit him from nowhere and took all leftover strength from his already drained body. Panting heavily, Elliot didn't remember how he ended up on the cold floor, just how he kept on shaking whilst staring at Morris through blurry eyes.
As if underwater, no words reached him.
He'd laugh at himself, how the thought of another game night made his already wild panic spike, if his lungs didn't trick him into believing he was drowning on land.
I can't do this again, I can't do this again.
"Hey!"
A weight was placed on his chest, wrapping around his ribs and holding him close - so, so close as if to press all the fear out of him. His mind was racing, partly happy the oncoming lightheadedness alleviated the pain being pumped into him with every fluttering heartbeat.
Inhaling was needles in his lungs, exhaling pointless. The air refused to leave against the source of the comforting pressure.
"-need my pills," was the last thing he could force out, before the rest of Chris' heavy body buried him in a tight embrace. Next to Elliot's ear, he shook his head and shushed him gently.
"You're good for me" he murmured, fighting to keep the clutch, "I'm sorry, we'll make this work."
Unable to help himself, Elliot gave in to the dark walls that were closing in around them, praying for unconsciousness to take him away quickly.
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Have you seen this childhood show: The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle and Friends (1959-1964), United States (English)
Commentary/Context/Memories: I watched this one on reruns. The character names are all iconic.
[Mod A: Also agree that the character names are so iconic!! This show is pretty funny (lots of jokes for adults about current events) and representative of the time it was made in (because of the russian spies being the villains in so many episodes haha). I only really saw bits and pieces of it, which explains why I forgot Peabody and Sherman was from this haha but I have seen a couple of the fractured fairy tales. Lowkey wonder what the obsessions with cartoon moose was in the 1960s-1970s though, because Bullwinkle reminds me of the book Morris Goes to School (Bernard Wiseman, 1970)]
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1628 Words; @brain-bumbler's Dormmates AU
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Norma came into awareness slowly, the world melting into place around her. Sweat-slicked hair clung to her forehead, her cheek smushed into the pillow. Her throat felt raw. Her whole body felt damp, sticky with sweat, her sheets impossibly heavy atop her. Her neck ached.
Norma blinked, bleary eyes struggling to focus on the darkness before her. For a moment, she was under the impression that she needed to get up right now and get ready for the day, before she was late. But her bed was so comfy, and her eyelids so heavy—
Ugh, it was wayyyy too hot. With a groan, Norma kicked at her sheets, wiggling until her legs were free. Her neck ached, like she’d been sleeping weird.
But she needed to get up, now, before she was late. She had classes. The clock read 3:42, she needed to get up—
Wait.
It was Saturday. She didn’t have classes today.
Norma rolled over as some of the fog in her head cleared. She didn’t need to get up until eight. Her eyes started to sting in the way they always did when she woke up way too early, her throat ached, there was a drool spot on her pillow—
Oh, god, no.
Please, she thought, her mouth and throat dry as sandpaper. I just want to sleep.
But sleep wasn’t going to come, was it? She closed her mouth, attempted to swallow—
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe, because her mouth was shut and her nose was blocked. Because her sinuses refused to let her have a moment’s peace, and now here she was, her throat dry and aching because she’d been breathing dry air in through her mouth all night. Ugh. Of all the awful things to wake her up before she needed to.
Norma turned back over. The clock read 3:46. The number taunted her, the soft green glow seeming to laugh at her misfortune.
Slowly, Norma sat up. Maybe her sinuses would drain long enough for her to fall back asleep in a reasonable amount of time. She pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and her fingers to the bridge of her nose. The trick didn’t always work, but at this ungodly hour Norma felt that the universe owed it to her.
Norma closed her mouth, and tried to breathe through her nose. She didn’t want to have to blow it—sure, her dormmate was Sam, who could sleep through bagpipes, and there were tissues on her nightstand, but still. It left her feeling gross, and Norma wasn’t that desperate.
She opened her mouth with a gasp. Okay, so maybe she was that desperate.
3:57. Norma blinked at the clock, tissue in hand. Her head and eyes hurt from being awake so early. She fumbled for the wastebasket.
Ugh, this wasn’t working. Breathing through her mouth was awful. Norma laid back down. Maybe it’d help if she shifted the way her head was resting.
She stayed like that as the clock ticked on. Tossing, turning, her frustration mounting. 4:15. 4:23. She had to kick off her sheets entirely, sticky with sweat. 4:27. 4:32. 4:36. 4:38.
Norma rolled over. She just wanted to sleep. She couldn’t breathe through her nose. Her mouth was so dry.
4:47.
4:54.
4:58.
5:01.
Oh, for the sake of—
Norma rolled out of bed with all the grace of a drunken moose, fumbling on the nightstand for her glasses. She stumbled towards her closet, lighting a small flame on her fingertips to give her light to see by.
Benadryl, cold medicine, painkillers, bandaids—there! Decongestant. In the light of the flickering little flame, she popped the bottle open, and shook two of the pills into her hand. With the way her sinuses felt, she was glad she still had some left.
She needed water. There were sinks in the bathroom, but no cups. Kitchen it was.
Flame in hand, Norma trudged out of her dorm, through the small hall to the common area. She rounded the corner, her focus locked on the little kitchenette where she’d find a sink and a cup—
The light was already on. Someone was quietly humming.
So apparently Norma wasn’t the only person up at this ungodly hour. Norma knew that Morris woke up fairly early to give himself time to build up his pompadour, but even then, she had always gotten up before him. She’d alway been the earliest riser in the dorms, able to calmly enjoy her breakfast while everyone else was either still in bed, just rolling out, or busy in the bathroom using all the hair product.
At least, she had been the earliest riser. But ever since this intrusion to their space, that title often ended up going to one Dionysus Aquato.
And there he was now, standing before the stove, scrambling eggs at five in the morning in circus tights.
Silence filled the space between them. Norma blinked blearily, her eyes adjusting slowly to the light. Dion stared back at her, his face blank with surprise. His hair was down, brown curls held out of his eyes by a pair of hair clips.
They stood there, the silence broken only by the faint hiss of frying eggs. Just the two of them, staring at each other.
Norma—and she wasn’t entirely sure what she intended to say, if anything—opened her mouth a little further, her voice starting to come out in a strangled croak—
Dion turned back to the stove, and his quiet humming resumed.
Whatever. Norma was in no mood for conversation, nor did she care to pry into whatever nonsense was going through his head. She went to the sink, telekinetically grabbing a cup from the cupboard.
She felt a reflexive spike of anxiety-distrust from Dion at the soft glow of her telekinetic hand, and ignored it. There was a reason she never tried to pry into his head—Dion’s brain was just as obnoxious as he was. Norma supposed it was fitting, that the guy who muttered under his breath had thoughts that never shut up, but that didn’t mean she didn’t dislike it.
With a grumble, Norma swallowed the decongestant, chugging the rest of the water to get the taste out of her mouth. After refilling her cup halfway and finishing that off, she reached for the dish soap and a rag.
Behind her, Dion took the pan off the heat, turning off the stove. His humming had turned to quiet muttering, small phrases popping out at Norma as she tried not to listen. She was too tired for eavesdropping, and she had long since learned that the acrobat never said anything worth listening to, either.
But her brain kept latching onto the sound; kept latching onto the words and trying to decipher them all. Norma set the cup on the drying rack and rubbed her temples. That decongestant was not kicking in fast enough. Breathing through her mouth was awful. Being awake at this hour was awful. And that obnoxious muttering was awful—
She whirled around, “Can you stop?” Ugh, even her voice sounded awful.
Dion’s muttering ground to a halt as he scraped his eggs onto a plate. “Stop what?” He asked, eyes narrowed.
Norma gestured at him. “Your mumbling.” She glared at him, “It’s so grating.”
“Sorry if I’m annoying you, princess.” He spat, not sounding sorry at all. “Why are you even out here, anyway?” He sat down at the table, his plate in front of him. “You don’t have classes today.”
Norma didn’t even want to dignify that with a response. But she had never been able to leave a conversation without the last word, so she pulled out a chair of her own, sat down, and responded, “Because I needed water.” The obviously, you fool went unspoken.
The soft clink of fork against plate was Norma’s only response, then—
“Why are you still here?” Dion asked around a bite of eggs. “You already had your water.” He pointed out.
Norma raised her eyebrows, completely intent on not saying anything—
“I couldn’t sleep.” She admitted. “But I bet you know all about that.” It wasn’t a wild guess, given the facts laid out before her.
Dion huffed, his eyes falling down to the plate before him.
Norma smirked. She was starting to feel more awake now, but her throat and eyes still burned from waking up so early. Maybe she should go back to sleep…
Some part of her balked at the idea, for no good reason. But Norma still continued to sit there while Dion ate his eggs, ignoring the siren call of her unlit dorm and warm bed. Not because she was interested in hanging around this loser, of course. She was only here because she wanted to be, obviously, completely independent of any other factors.
(Because going back to her room just because Dion was out here felt like admitting defeat.)
They sat there in silence, the only sound the soft clink of fork against plate.
Whatever. Norma didn’t feel like talking anymore, anyway. Not until her sinuses cleared, and not to Dion. That he had seen her in her nightgown was vulnerability enough, she felt. Just because the guy was rooming with her and the other junior agents didn’t mean she owed him anything.
Norma glanced at Dion’s plate. It looked like he had mixed cheese and herbs into his eggs—not that she wanted any. He’d only made enough for himself, and Norma wasn’t in the mood to eat right now.
Her sinuses were clearing up, finally. She could go back to bed. Maybe even make herself a cup of hot chocolate.
She continued to sit in silence at the table.
#zaz writes#psychonauts#norma natividad#dion aquato#oh hey look a thing#tfw you wake up early against your will. and someone else did too#and he's making himself scrambled eggs at five am like an obnoxious prick#featuring me projecting some of my own sleep and congestion issues onto norma#anyway. context on the au is dona not wanting her little pootie all alone in the dorms#so she picks dion to look after him. and she gets it bc the psychonauts do NOT want to risk getting sued#so dion's now rooming with the junior agents! oh boy#he does not want to be there. they do not want him there. he's there anyway#character development is imminent#it'll be rocky but it'll be character development#brain's dormmates au#might change that tag if they come up with a different name for it
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My AU of Fireman Sam
Fireman Sam - Welsh/British. Born in Pontypandy, Wales, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Elvis Cridlington - Welsh/British. Born in Pontypandy, Wales, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Penny Morris - Welsh/British. Born in Newtown, Wales, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Arnold McKinley - Irish/British. Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Norris Steele - Welsh/British. Born in Pontypandy, Wales, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Horatio Boyce - British. Born in Birmingham, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Malcolm Williams - Jamaican/British. Born in Kingston, Jamaica.
Rose Ravani - British. Born in London, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Tom Thomas - Australian. Born in Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.
Krystyna Kaminski - Polish. Born in Warsaw, Poland.
Ben Hooper - British. Born in Manchester, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Jodie Phillips - British. Born in London, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
Moose Roberts - Canadian. Born in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
Ellie Phillips - British. Born in London, England, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
#ellie phillips#fireman sam#pc malcolm#penny morris#rose ravani#norris steele#chief fire officer boyce#station officer steele#arnold mckinley#pontypandy#fire service#police
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hey morri!! hope you're doing okay <3 this is an invitation to ramble about anything you'd like!! how was your day? what's your favourite colour? got any cool fun facts? [literally, anything!! :D] [@fiercely-raging-writer]
Ah, hi Jai!! Thank you so much for the ask! Be warned, you may have opened the flood gates....
My day was pretty good! Other than there being random people in my house, jadaskd. But all I had to do was let them in, and they just do their stuff and leave, and they were super polite about it. Apparently one of them befreinded my cat, so we started talking about animals, adjaskdj. The other cat has yet to leave from under my parents' bed, bc he's a scaredy-cat. :'(
My favorite color is black. It matches with anything, is the color of 2 of the three cats I've had in my lifetime (is also the least adopted color of cat/dog bc of superstition), and is just a nice color. Other than that, I love deep/dark blues! I also really like red, but I never wear red. (my other blog has a black + red theme) I'm a sucker for a blue + gold color combo.
Fun facts... this is where you may regret your decision:
- Ohio and Michigan kinda/sorta went to war over the toledo strip. Ohio "won" by getting it, but Michigan wound up with the Upper Peninsula, which is not only gorgeous, but also makes us a LOT more money than the toledo strip does for Ohio now. (at the time it was a big deal bc of railroads.)
- Cheetahs are the only big cats that can purr.
- White weddings are only a Big Thing in Western culture because of Queen Victoria.
- Moose can swim very well, and dive up to 20ft under water, which makes it make a little more sense that one of their biggest predators are Orcas (aka, killer whales)
ALSO, a ramble about idioms under the cut:
There is the common idiom "Blood is thicker than water." which is commonly used to mean "family is more important than friends/chosen family", and often used by shitty people to try and guilt-trip their family members into staying in contact. The thing is, those people don't know that the complete phrase is "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." meaning that relationships forged by choice are more important than those we are born into. So it actually means the EXACT FUCKING OPPOSITE of what people use it to mean.
Similarly, the phrase "Jack of all trades, master of none" is usually used to belittle people who know a little about a lot of things, rather than a lot about one. However, the whole phrase is "jack of all trades, master of none, better than a master of one." which once again, means the exact opposite.
One more example. The phrase "curiosity killed the cat" is used to tell people to shut up, keep their nose out of other people's business, don't ask questions. But the whole phrase is "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." meaning that while curiosity can lead you to some uncomfortable places, knowledge is 100% worth the struggles to get it.
And why, I wonder is it that all of these truncated idioms are negative ones, used to keep people quiet/manipulate them/make the feel guilty? Hm... I wonder.....
#morrigan replies#morrigan.txt#that thing about idioms is my biggest pet peeve#it's very specific but...
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it's okay if sam herself can't punt morris; she has animal frens /j
Just hit him with an entire moose.
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Morris and Boris sketch lol
Morris and Boris drawn in Ren and Stimpy style.... (hmm.... no, sir, I do not like it... it's a joke lol... But I am proud of being inspired sometimes)
And here's Morris and Boris in my style.
I like Bernard Wiseman style.
#my art#morris the moose#Bear#moose#cartoon#children's literature#children's books#children's fiction#Boris the bear#Duo#pun#Morris and Boris#sketches#sketch#doodle#drawing#traditional art#Bernard Wiseman#sketch dump#myart#sketch art
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Hello! I'm looking for some masculine name ideas for a Sniper-kin ; if you want to experiment with making it earth/forest/canine themed that'd be really swag
hello!! wasn’t too sure about how masc some of these names feel, but i hope you find something you like regardless!
there's not as much as i normally end up doing, but it's still quite the list so i put them under the cut 👍.
acacia
acacius
ace
ackley
acorn
affie
alaska
alfie
alpine
arbor
arc
archer
archie
arctic
aries
arthur
artus
ash
asher
ashford
ashton
aster
atlas
august
augustin(e)
augustus
avens
avery
bandit
baron
basil
bass
basset
bay
bear
beaumont
beck
beetle
ben
bengal
benji
benny
bentley
benton
berry
birch
birk
blackjack
blaze
blue
blume
bo, boe
bolt
bone
boomer
borage
border
boxer
bracker
bracket
bramble
briar
brick
brin
brock
bryce
bryn
buck
bud
bull
burr
bush
busher
bushie, bushy
butch
buzz
caelum, caylum
callum
cane, kane
canid
canine
canyon
cas
casey
caspian
cedar
cerberus
charcoal
charlie
cheddar
chen
chez
chow
cider
ciel
cinder
citrine
citron
citrus
clay
clement
cliff
cloud
coal
coast
cobalt
cobolt
cocoa
collie
colt
columbine
columbo
columbus
conan
cooper
copper
cove
coy
coyote
crane
crimson
crispin
crow
curry
cyan
cypress
dagwood
dak
dakota, dakoda
dale
dane
dante
darrah
darren
darrow
david
dawson
deacon
dean
declan
den
denis, denys
deniz
denver
derry
dhole
digger
dill
dingo
dipper
douglas
drake
duff(y)
duke
dulce
dune
dusk
dust
dustin
dusty
dutch
dutchen
east
eden
elvis
elwood
emerald
emerson
emery
everest
everett
evergreen
falcon
fallon
fang
farley
fennec
fennel
fergus
fews
fin, finn
finch
finley, finnley
fir
firth
fish
fisher
flax
flint
florence
florent
flynn
ford
forest
forester
frank
frankie
franklin
fraser, frazier, frasier, frazer
frost
gale(n)
gardner
gene
genesis
ginger
goldie
grain
grey, gray
grove(s)
hades
harvest
hawk(e)
hazel
heath
hercules
hive
holland
hound
hugo
hum
hummer
hunt
hunter
huntie, hunty
jack
jackal
jackie, jacky
jason
jasper
jay
jett
joey
jove
july
june
juniper
juno
jupiter
kai
kale
kestrel
kip
kippy, kippie
koa
koi
lake
lark
leo
loch
locust
lodge
lotis
lotus
lucky
lumen
lupin(e)
lupis
mace
magnus
mane(d)
mango
march
marley
marlow
marsh
marshal(l)
matchbox
maverick
max
meek
meer
merlin
mickey
mint(y)
mob(y)
moose
morgan
morris
moses
moss
mossy, mossie
nash
nasher
nicholas
noble
norman
north
nox
oak
oakie
odie
odin
oleander
olive(r)
olivier
ollie
oto
otter
otto
ottoman
packet(t)
pear
percival
percy
perry
perseus
picard
pickle
pine
pongo
prairie
prince
red, redd
reed, reid
ren
rhodes
rhody
ridge
rock(e)
rocky, rockie
roman
ronat
rook
root
rory
rover
rudy
rune
russel
salmon
samsun, samson
scruff
scruffy, scruffie
silver
silvester
skylark
smokey
sol
solei(l)
solomon
sorrel
south
spade
sparrow
spot
spruce
stag
sterling
stone
sun
sunray
talon
tawny
terran
terro
terry, terrie
theo
thistle
thor
thyme
titan
toms
trip
tunnel
turtle
velvet
vulp
vulpes
wade
wane
warbler
wax
waxer
weaver
wells
west
whistler
winston
wolf(e)
wood
woodrow
woodson
woody, woodie
york
zeus
#request accepted | ''Allons-y; Allonzo!''#anonymous request#name suggestions | ''How would you feel about Who?''#tf2kin#tf2 kin
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Books I remember reading in my childhood(in no specific order)
The Rainbow Magic series
The Junie B. Jones series
The Homework Machine(the first one only)
Arthur
The Berenstain Bears
The Giver
In a Dark, Dark Room and Other Scary Stories(I vividly remember The Green Ribbon, more specifically the ending)
Frog and Toad(I even watched the series, not as good as the books but still good)
Clifford the Big Red Dog
Pretty much all of Mo Willems' books(he was my favorite author in 1st grade)
Dr. Suess
The Very Hungry Caterpillar
The Magic Treehouse series
The I Survived series
Maniac Magee
Stargirl(I really need to see the Disney movie)
Amelia Bedelia
Fly Guy
The Pinkalicious series
Ladybug Girl and Bumblebee Boy(I was today years old when I found out that wasn't the only book)
Geronimo Stilton
Kevin Henkes's books
The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe(I have yet to read the rest of The Chronicals of Narnia)
The Little Critter series
Charlotte's Web
If You Gave a Mouse a Cookie(and all the other books from that series)
Pete the Cat
Morris has a Cold(I don't remember reading the other Morris the Moose books)
There Was And Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly(I remember those stories creeping me out back in Preschool/Kindergarten)
Wonder(I've actually seen the movie, and also read Auggie and Me, in fact I'm actually rereading it right now)
Ugly(It's actually similar to Wonder)
Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH
Little Critter
Franklin
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MEME COURTESY OF Joshuat1306
www.deviantart.com/joshuat1306…
HERE IS A MIRACULOUS HEROES Cast with only Fireman Sam Characters.
Cast:
Fireman Sam/Firebug
Bronwyn Jones/Kat Noir
Ellie Phillips/Ellirouge
Penny Morris/Abeille
Mandy Flood/Shellgirl
Professor Polonium]/Queen Moth
Dr Crumption/Crumura
FUTURE DESCENDANTS OF Sarah & James/BunGirl & Rabbiboy
Elvis Cridlington/Sir Monkel
Charlie Jones/Seaviper
Krystyna/Kryfoal
Moose Roberts/Mooseataur
Tom Thomas/Coq Boomer
Arnold McKinley/Goatolia
Sgt. Rose Ravani/Sgt. Rodenta
Norman Price/Ryoki
Hannah Sparkes/WheelDog
PC Malcolm Williams/PC Rayado
Lily Chen/Lilipiggy
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[Miraculous belongs to Zag Heroez; fireman sam is 2 hit entertainment and mattel]
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Jake & Friends: Reboot Series: Season 25: Series 1 (2023)
Characters
Jake Heaston
Zane Heaston
Rick Heaston
Kim Heaston
Grandbo
Jeanne
Leah
Sliver
Usually
Chris Kratt (PBS Kids and Amazon Prime Video)
Martin Kratt (PBS Kids and Amazon Prime Video)
Dr. Scott D. Sampson (PBS Kids and Amazon Prime Video)
Aviva
Koki
Jimmy Z
Wild Kratts Kids (PBS Kids and Amazon Prime Video)
Zach Varmitech
Donita Donata
Dabio
Chef Gourmand
Paisley Paver
Rex
Ryder
Chase
Rubble
Marshall
Rocky
Zuma
Skye
Robo-Dog
Everest
Tracker
Tuck and Ella
Rex
Liberty
Al (Pup)
Coral
(Cat Pack)
Wild
Rory
Leo (Cat Pack)
Shade
(Rubble’s Construction Crew)
Charger
Mix
Grandpa Gravel
Auntie Crane
Motor
Wheeler
Mayor Goodway
Chicketta
Julia Goodway
Julius Goodway
Mayor Greatway
Mr. Ducky-Doo
Mr. Porter
Alex Porter
Cap’n Turbot
Francisco Turbot
Tilly Turbot
Dr. Tammy Turbot
Taylor Turbot
(Ruff Ruff Pack)
Hubcap
Dwayne
Gasket
Mayor Humdinger
Kitten Catastrophe Crew
Harold Humdinger
Cheetah Humdinger
Helga Humdinger
Moby
McSquidly
Ace Sorensen
Tough Guy
Carmen
Marty Muckraker
Adventure City Camerawoman
Butch and Ruben
Kendra Wilson
Tony
Barney
Delores
Harris
Rocket
Danny
Arrby
Sid Swashbuckler the Pirate
Carols
Gus the Truck Driver
Mother Mer-Pup
Baby Mer-Pup
Kelp
Unnamed Mer-Pups
Katie
Cali
Shopkeeper Shelley
Farmer Zoe
Cafe Carl
Sweetie
Busby
Princess of Barkingburg
Earl of Barkingburg
Butler of Barkingburg Castle
Duke of Flappington
Jean-Claude
Claw
Sparks the Dragon
Speed Meister
Mr. McTurtle
Lily
Omar
Lucas
Juniper
Tyrannosaurus Rex
Timmy the T-Rex
Codi Gizmody
Elly-Dee
Park Ranger Rose
Camila (Rubble & Crew)
Mr. Hudson
River
Omar
Mandy (monkey)
Farmer Al
Ms. Marjorie
Maynard
Ladybird
The Copycat (Mr. Nibbles)
Hailey Daily
Thomas the Tank Engine
Gordon the Big Engine
James the Red Engine
Percy the Small Engine
Emily the Emerald Engine
Devious Diesel
Nia the Kenya Engine
Kana the Electric Engine
Kenji the Electric Engine
Riff and Jiff
Harold the Helicopter
Skiff the Sailboat
Carly the Crane
Sandy the Rail Speeder
Ashima of India
Beresford
Annie and Clarabel
Troublesome Trucks
Brake Car Bruno
Boxy
Whiff the Recycle Engine
Darcy the Driller
Sir Topham Hatt
Fireman Sam (character)
Penny Morris
Elvis Cridlington
Arnold McKinley
Ellie Phillips
Jodie Phillips
Station Officer Steele/Fire Captain Steele
Tom Thomas
Ben Hopper
Malcolm Williams
Rose Ravani
Sarah and James
Bronwyn Jones
Charlie Jones
Charlie Jones
Gareth Griffiths
Mike Flood
Helen Flood
Mandy Flood
Trevor Evans
Dilys Price
Norman Price
Derek Price
Mrs. Chen
Lily Chen
Moose Roberts
Joe Sparkes
Lizzie Sparkes
Hannah Sparkes
Bella Lasagne
Professor Pickles
Scoop Dooley
Krystyna Kaminski
Peter Kaminski
Radar
Nipper
Prince the Horse
Police Dog Shadow
Police Horse Kilo
Blue
Josh
Steve
Joe
Lola
Aly
Camila (Blue’s Clues & You!)
Magenta
Periwinkle
Rainbow Puppy
Mailbox
Sidetable Drawer
Malinda
Tickety Tock
Slippery Soap
(The Spice Family)
Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper
Paprika
Cinnamon
Sage and Ginger
Shovel and Pail
Firetruck
School Bus
Farmer McColl (Does Not Speak)
The Construction Workers (Cameo)
Drew (Cameo)
Unnamed Children (Cameo)
Unnamed Peoples (Cameo)
Cowgirl Beryl (Cameo)
Farmer Yumi (Cameo)
Luke Stars (Cameo)
Traveling Travis (Cameo)
Cletus (Cameo)
Mr. Wingnut (Cameo)
Mrs. Wingnut (Cameo)
Cora Colors (Cameo)
Toodles the Clown (Cameo)
Deirdre (Cameo)
Randy (Cameo)
Gustavo Goodway (Cameo)
Henry the Green Engine (Cameo)
Farona and Frederico (Cameo)
The Mayor of Adventure City (Mentioned)
Unnamed Adventure City Policeman (Mentioned)
Unnamed Adventure City Policewoman (Mentioned)
Scoop Dooley’s Cameraman (Mentioned)
Sally Thomas (Mentioned)
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My OCs <3
Melanie
Clementine
Violet
Rose
Alfie
Xander
Charlotte
Oliver
Alex
Logan
Mason
Moose
Jackson
Maverick
Jayden
Antony
Xavier
Jace
Copper
Declan
Ryder
Winston
Rowan
Bentley
Apollo
Micah
Cherrlyn
Christopher
River
Reign
Axl
Lexi
Kai
Jasper
Bowie
Dixie
Coco
Cybill
Dallas
Finley
Harley
Rocco
Opal
Siobhan
Wren
Sadie
Sage
Lexin
Madison
Kaylee
Linda
Susan
Ruth
Teagan
Tripp
Delphine
Aisling
Embla
Hariti
Mira-kel
Siddharth
Rune
Orion
Catherine
Edith
Agnes
Adelaide
Margaret
Winifred
Albert
Clarence
Edwin
Francis
Morris
Ralph
Leslie
Jewels
Victor
Oakley
Shepherd
Mercury
Eclipse
Bailey
Hadley
Journey
Justice
Blue
Cree
Demeter
Hollie
Jack
Douglas
Krystal
Nicholas
Spirit
Blake
Rebecca
Harlow
Winnie
Mousey
#original character#master list#might add more later#so many ocs#i love them all#100 original characters
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