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Oh! I just had a stroke of inspiration. I am changing Little Nephew’s soubriquet to Linus.
#life with airy#so for anyone who’s struggling to keep up#I have a nephew Linus he is nine#and twin nieces Hannah and Barbara they are five#they are all angelic-looking moppets with blond/e hair and blue eyes and incredibly enviable curly dark lashes#they are feral goblins#(and good smart kind funny children - you know feral goblins and ratbags)#hannah is more of a twirly fairy#barbara is more of a stomping orc#linus is a high-strung nerd#he got into a strop about being praised for his excellent year-end report bc he thinks that’s not hard to get#gosh linus is PERFECT for him#it retains the initials of Little Nephew#it evokes a cartoon character
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She comes to him during her first break up and he’s ready to beat up this 16 year old high schooler for her.
Terms of Endearment Masterlist & Terms of Endearment // Natasha x Rhett
Oh. It’s one of those times when Rhett’s actually in North Island for a while. He comes and goes. He’s got shared custody of the twins and this time it just seemed easier to come to them and Phoenix than it did to ship em off to Wabang.
Co-parenting is easy when the love of your life is the mother of your children. But don’t tell Phoenix Rhett said that. He’ll deny deny deny.
“Hey Ace—“ Rhett’s smiling that signature half smile of his as he comes through the back door like he owns the place, two ratbag twelve year olds run in and past you straight into the living room. That’s where your little ratbag can be found—like Nicky Bradshaw, playing his Xbox.
“Hey Cowboy.” It’s the all consuming scent of sandalwood and cedar that encompass you in Rhett’s warm embrace. “What are you doing here? Nix didn’t mention you were gonna be in town?” Rhett just grumbles into your neck all the while he rolls his eyes.
“Oh I wasn’t holding my breath she would—“ It’s the slight rose tint that creeps across Rhett’s stubbled cheeks that gives him away without a single word. “Is she ever happy to see me?” You can’t help but to chuckle as you pat his chest three time sympathetically. Phoenix and Rhett were complicated to say the very least. But their love was undeniable and unapologetic.
“No comment—“ Is all you reply before Rhett’s taking off down the hall. He’s in search of a particular soul, an extension of you that Rhett just adores like she was his own. “She’s down at the beach Rhett.” You don’t even need to say her name because Rhett knows you know who he’s looking for. “Her and Nathan broke up on Tuesday so she’s been a little off this past few days.”
Rhett froze in his tracks, that’s probably why Riley asked if he’d be over anytime soon. That’s probably why he missed a random call on Wednesday night while he was out trying to forget about the fight he and Nix had over her Dads birthday party Rhett wasn’t sure he could make it to this year.
“Can I take the Bronco real quick?” You didn’t have to ask where Rhett was going or why he needed the Bronco. You already knew—he was going to go see Riley down at the beach. For a guy who couldn’t swim Rhett Abbott sure loved to watch Riley Bradshaw surf.
“Sure thing, it’s in the garage.” With that, Rhett’s setting off on a little mission of his own. He has this thing where he gets older but just never wiser, so he would with ease punch a sixteen year old kid in the throat if it meant Riley felt some sort of relief for the pain that filled her chest. Bradley Jake and little Odette who wasn’t so little anymore we’re all on separate deployments.
Jake was down under stationed in Townsville, Riley’s breakup with her first real boyfriend (or the love of her damn life as she claimed) happened smack bang in the middle of his three month stint. Bradley was overseeing a strike force in the North Atlantic and Odette was on her first major deployment…. In Bosnia of all places. Something told you her uncle Pete had something to do with that.
So, Rhett took it upon himself to wait on the dunes. He knew that Riley had spotted him a few waves back but she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the water anytime soon. She was raised in a family that lived and breathed the U.S Navy. Her mother, her father, her uncles and aunts were all Navy. It only made sense that whenever they were a million miles away she felt closest to them in the ocean.
“Hey kiddo.” Rhett smiled a half crooked grin Riley’s way as he watched her place her surf board down. “Saw you catch some pretty big waves out there.” Rhett hated the ocean, you’d never catch him in it unless it was life and death and even then he’d probably be drowning.
“Yeah, I thought maybe one of them would take me out and put me outta my misery—“ It’s the nonchalant shrug that had Rhett raising an eyebrow at your middle child’s mental stability. “But I guess I’ve gotta tough this one out.”
“What did the two of you break up over exactly?” Rhett’s asking as cautiously as he can. He doesn’t know what raising a girl is like—a boy world is the only world that he knows.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Riley sighs a little deeper than normal as she picks her board back up and makes her way back over to where Rhett had parked her dads old Bronco.
“You sound like your sister Rils.” Riley just freezes. Her and Odette couldn’t have been more similar yet so different. Riley hated being compared to Dot, she was her own person with her own feelings. “C’mon, talk to me.”
“Oh my gosh, fine!” Riley doesn’t mean to, but her heart hurts too much for her to keep her emotions regulated and in check. She drops her surfboard down onto the sand and turns back to Rhett. “I got dumped because I wouldn’t put out alright!” It ignites a fire in Rhett’s chest that he won’t ever be able to extinguish. Riley was only sixteen. “And now all the guys in my drama class call me Sanda D because our film assignment is Grease this semester and I don’t understand how any of that means anything because I thought he really liked me but I guess I just—“
“The guys in your drama class are giving you shit?” Rhett frowns like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He’s bending down to pick up the surfboard, making sure there’s no damage from the sudden fit of adolescent female rage. If Riley was anything like you there was a fire simmering on the inside. She just had more control.
“That’s what you took from that?”
“Yeah well it’s just high-school clearly changed a hell of a lot since I was there.” Rhett, in that very moment was thinking back to the time he had fished Bob out of the trash can near D block after some idiots on the football team turned Bob on his head for being in the schools production of The Importance of Being Earnest.
“Mum said you didn’t even finish high school?” Riley rolls her eyes as she continues on her path towards the Bronco. It’s now Rhett who’s glued in his place. How in the ever living fuck?
“How the fuck does she know that?” It’s the fast pace hop, skip and jog Rhett does with Riley’s surfboard under his arm that has her chuckling.
“I dunno?” She shrugs. “But the point is, I got dumped for having self respect.”
“Look Riley—“ Rhett doesn’t know how to parent girls, hell he doesn’t even really know how to parents his own kids let’s alone give parental advice. But he does know how to be a friend. “I know it probably feels like to world is ending but I can assure you it’ll keep spinning.”
“Gee thanks, I’ll log that one away for when I feel like jumping out of he nearest second story window.” Rhett doesn’t know how to compute what Riley just said. He knows she’s kidding—but at the same him he feels like taking her to the hospital for a involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward. “I know, guys are dumb.”
“We are.” Rhett knows he probably isn’t the best role model when it comes to relationships. “But most importantly that Nathan guys a dickhead if he thinks he’ll get far going around degrading young girls like that.”
“It’s fine—“ Riley’s trying to shrug it off. “I just thought I meant more to him than I did, that’s why I’m so frustrated.” Rhett knew exactly what Riley meant when she said that. “It’s hard having perfect parents with a perfect fairy tale relationship, makes you just want to mimic that.” You had always been very vocal about instilling self worth on your girls. They deserved to know how valued they truly were, to never settle for anyone less than, for anyone who wouldn’t treat them with respect. “I thought he was the one—“
“You’re sixteen—go egg that guy’s house or something.” Rhett chuckled to himself as he placed Riley’s surfboard on the racks on the top of Bradley’s prized Bronco. “Or give me his address and I’ll go egg his house myself.” Riley, even if she was only sixteen, could appreciate her uncles recklessness and zero to death row attitude about her ex boyfriend. She knew that if her dad were here he’d be livid, irate if she told him the truth about her breakup, what had been the foundation of the relationship ending. She was his little girl, his princess. “No daughter of Y/n Bradshaw is gonna go about her life thinking she deserves that kind of treatment.”
But to Rhett Abbott, Riley Carole Bradshaw wasn’t just a princess who needed to be reminded of her own self worth. She was as feisty and as fearless as her mother was. Rhett saw a hell of a lot of you in little Riley. Maybe even more than he saw in Odette nowadays. She was off flying multimillion dollar fight jets, so it was just Nicky and Riley.
“We can’t egg his house Rhett, mum would kill us both.”
“You tell your mother why you got dumped?” Rhett’s raising his brow curiously and when Riley shook her head no, he smirked. “If she knew I can assure you it wouldn’t be eggs being thrown kid—it would be bloody rocks.” He just stops and sighs and looks at Riley with all her heartbreak and all her rage. “C’mon get in the truck.” And that’s exactly what Riley does. Wrapped in a towel she sits in the passengers seat of her dads trusted Bronco she knows he will be pissed about Rhett driving around town without a care in the world.
“Hey Rhett?” Riley’s asking as the old radio played. She wanted to change the subject. Riley was already in the process of excepting her fate for when you found out you’d egged your ex’s house with dear old Uncle Rhett.
“Yeah?”
“If you and Nix love each other so much, how come you guys aren’t together anymore?”
“It’s completely kid.” There was a time where Rhett was pretty convinced that it was better to live together than to die alone, but in the years he’d fallen in and out of love with Natasha Trace, he came to trust in the ideology that love is without boarders or bounds. For him and Phoenix, their love was as unambiguous a sign of true love that any of you had ever seen.
It just wasn’t cookie cutter clean. “It’s just complicated.”
“She used to fly with your brother, didn’t she?” Riley never really asked about anything, she was somewhat of a wallflower. But she was sixteen now, a teenager with questions and queries about the past present and future. “Is that how you guys met?” And there’s always been a part of Rhett that was too stubborn to believe he could ever really find a women like Natasha. It’s part of the reason why he didn’t have her now.
“Sure is, before Rob died, I came out here to help your ma with a couple of issues she was having.” Rhett still to this day couldn’t really talk about Bob without wanted to throw his first into the nearest wall. “He asked me to come help, and that’s when I met Nixy.” Rhett had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t ever let go of. He was afraid—afraid that it had never actually been Rhett Phoenix was in love with, but that it had always been Bob.
“If we asked, do you think she’d come egg Nathan’s house with us?” Riley asked as cautiously as she could, she saw Rhett’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. She saw his jaw clench back a few tears as he cleared his throat.
“She’d want her own damn carton Rils.” And he was just the consolation trauma prize.
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#terms of endearment // Natasha Trance x Rhett Abbott#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#natasha trace#top gun phoenix#top gun maverick imagine#top gun fanfic#top gun maverick fanfiction
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Ratbag twins aa grown up. ♥
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As a "sim parent" (sim maker) we shouldn't have favorites - but we do. Post your favorite sim baby (the golden child) and least fav. Pass it on!
The favourite:
I had in mind that she'd be the golden child/ flawless teen but the game made her the perfect baby and toddler and I loved that! She was definitely the better behaved of the twin girls.
The least favourite:
I might be a terrible Sims Mum or just terrible in general but I hated the boy twins! Robbie was the worst and again, this is terrible, but he was the only kid with brown hair and he would just blow out his diaper all the time. The nanny pretty much raised this little ratbag.
#the sims 4#sims 4#lucid legacy challenge#ts4#lucid legacy#sims 4 legacy challenge#sims 4 screenshots#simblr
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Foxes and friends as quote book pt2
“Try not to smile while getting beat up” - anyone to drugged andrew
“Stop moaning at your teachers” - probably wymack
“PENIS, VULVA, BOOBS” - Foxes and friends
“Penis, vulva and boobs are all good Wordle words” - kevin
“You do you… it’s not advisable” - renee to anyone doing anything
“Do you know what the peanut gallery is?” - nicky
“Is that a British word?” - matt to neil saying anything slightly foreign sounding
“HE'S A RATBAG, HE’S AWFUL, HE’S A TYRANT, HE’S A BULLY!!!” neil about aaron, vice versa
“If you’re quiet and let me get through this, then maybe you can have a piece of candy” - wymack but it’s alcohol instead
“We tend not to use the D” - neil
“Look at the strength of my wind” - nicky
“WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!” - dan
“You never know what’s in someones blood” - aaron
“Forget graphs, let's learn German” - nicky to the twins
#shorter this time#probably easier to read tho#aftg#all for the game#tfc#the foxhole court#andrew minyard#dan wilds#neil josten#kevin day#renee walker#matt boyd#david wymack#psu foxes#aftg incorrect quotes#incorrect all for the game#nicky hemmick#aaron minyard#incorrect quotes
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Monday, January 01, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?:
MAS*H: THE COMEDY THAT CHANGED TELEVISION (CTV) 8:00pm
AMERICA'S GOT TALENT: FANTASY LEAGUE (City TV) 8:00pm
90 DAY FIANCÉ (TLC Canada) 8:00pm
TAKING ON TAYLOR SWIFT (CNN) 9:00pm
KIDS BAKING CHAMPIONSHIP (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm
CELEBRITY IOU (HGTV Canada) 9:00pm
HGTV DREAM HOME 2024 (HGTV Canada) 11:00pm
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?:
2023 ROCK & ROLL HALL OF FAME INDUCTION CEREMONY (ABC Feed)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
CBC GEM
BOOKSMART
GRAND DESIGNS AUSTRALIA (Season 10 B)
CRAVE TV
THE HANGOVER
HOUSE OF KARDASHIAN (Episodes 1-3)
DISNEY + STAR
FX’S AMERICAN HORROR STORY: DELICATE (Season 12A)
NETFLIX CANADA
ANNIE (1982)
BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE
BITCONNED
BRAVEN
CHAPPIE
FOOL ME ONCE (GB)
LOURDERMILK (Seasons 1-3)
MAHALIA
MANDY
ONE PIECE: MARINEFORD
SEX TAPE
SOMETHING BORROWED
WAR DOGS
YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT: A TWIN EXPERIMENT
PWHL HOCKEY (SN1/TSN/TSN3/TSN4) 12:00pm: New York vs. Toronto
NBA BASKETBALL
(SN1) 3:00pm: Timberwolves vs. Knicks
(SN/SN1) 7:30pm: Cavaliers vs. Raptors
(TSN2) 8:00pm: Pacers vs. Bucks
(SN/SN1) 10:30pm: Heat vs. Clippers
NHL HOCKEY (SN) 3:00pm: Knights vs. Kraken
MURDOCH MYSTERIES (CBC) 8:00pm: Murdoch investigates the shooting of a local construction company owner who was executed in a barber shop.
DESIGNING CHRISTMAS (CTV2) 8:00pm: Complicated and unexplored emotions may jeopardize everything between Stella and Pablo, co-hosts of a home renovation show, as they work together during the holidays.
A CHRISTMAS… PRESENT (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Knowing that this is to be Paul's first Christmas alone with his daughter, Ashley, since his wife's passing, Maggie decides to bring Eric and the kids for a visit to spread some Christmas cheer.
MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (CBC) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The sister of a missing woman hires Eliza to find her, but the case was already closed by the police -- creating new tensions between Eliza and the Duke.
GOLD DIGGERS (W Network) 9:00pm/9:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): It's 1853, and two ratbag sisters from Sydney travel to the Australian Gold Rush in search of their own treasure: newly rich idiots.
TO CATCH A SMUGGLER (Nat Geo Canada) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): An HSI stakeout leads to nearly $500,000 of meth and fentanyl in San Diego; CBP finds concealed cash and a carload of cocaine at the El Paso border.
LETTERKENNY (Crave) 9:00pm/9:30pm/10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): MoDean's hosts a night of standup. In Episode Two, the Skids engineer a country music hit. In Episode Three, Dary gets in with a bad crowd.
#cdntv#cancon#canadian tv#canadian tv listings#murdoch mysteries#miss scarlet and the duke#gold diggers#letterkenny#pwhl hockey#nba basketball#nhl hockey
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Henford, 1881
Every day, when the twins returned home from school, Grace was sure to be at the door to greet Josie. While she had chores for the general upkeep of the mansion, her main job was still to be the right-hand servant of Ms. Josephine.
Augustus was quite jealous, if he was being honest - he was the heir to the property, so why was it his sister who got her own personal maid?! - but sll he ever did about it was shoot glares at the girls as he passed.
For the first week or so, Josie would take Grace on tours of the estate; although, it was primarily her favorite rooms in the house, like the game room.
On one evening not terribly long after Grace had come to live with the family, Josephine was walking her down the main upstairs hall, spiritedly telling her all about the history of the mansion.
"My great-grandfather was the one who founded not only this house, but the entire town of Henford!" she excitedly gushed. "Back then, it was just a little farming village. But, now, it's one of the fastest-growing communities in Nebraska, thanks to the work of my grandfather and father."
"Woah, that's amazing!" Grace replied, awed at Josie's impressive lineage. Both girls were so caught up in the conversation that they didn't notice the figure striding from the opposite direction.
Josie nodded. "Isn't it?! Father's quite the successful politician. He was mayor for a while, but now he's -"
She was cut off by Augustus' voice, annoyed and impatient. "Would you stop bragging about our family for once? A little less vanity would do you some good."
"And a little less nosiness would do you some good! We weren't even talking to you, you gibface."
"Oh, real ladylike, calling me ugly -"
"Foozler!"
"Would you shut up and let me -"
"Ratbag!"
"Stop with these stupid insults -"
"Flapdoodle!"
"You don't even know what half of these mean -"
"Blunderbuss!"
"Ugh! You're impossible!"
"I guess you're about to get a lot more insufferable now that you have your own little servant," the boy seethed, turning a burning glare to Grace.
She instantly shriveled back under its weight. "I-I'm s-sorry..."
"Oh, good, it seems like she's too timid to resort to pathetic insults. I think you should take a few notes, Josie."
Grace bit back tears as she shriveled even further back.
"Hey!" Josephine instantly jumped protectively in front of the maid, her hand on her hip and a scowl on her face. "I'll take all the insults you spew from that stupid, blabbering mouth of yours, but trying to vomit them all over Grace is too far."
Augustus seemed to realize that he'd crossed a line and somewhat sheepishly returned the focus of his bitterness and jealousy to Josephine; still, all Grace wanted to do for the rest of the argument was disappear.
When Augustus finally stormed away, Josephine did her best to cheer Grace up and assure her that he was an idiot who didn't know when to shut up. However, nothing she did could quite draw her out of her gloom; the only people on Earth who Grace was sure could've cheered her up were thousands of miles away.
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#the sims 4#the sims#decades challenge#ts4#ts4 legacy#ts4 gameplay#ts4 screenshots#ts4 historical#sims 4#sims historical#victorian#1800s#sims 4 legacy#sims 4 decades challenge#the sims story#simblr#ts4 simblr#ts4 simbrl#1880s
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ൠ for Gundûrz
∇ for Ratbag/Talion
ൠ - random headcanon:
Gundûrz is more fluent in warg language than language, because he spends a lot of time with warg pups when the twins (who are too old to be reliable playmates) inevitably end up ditching him.
a second headcanon, because that one was really short. When Gundûrz grows up, he’s built way more like his namesake than his father. just an absolutely huge boy. From his human genes, he’s able to grow longer, thicker hair than most uruks, and he has a mane down to his back that his admirers are always braiding stuff into.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
It’s uncommon to see an old uruk, since they usually die either in battle or by assassination. Ratbag certainly never expected to get old. But Talion has protected him so fiercely that he survives way, way longer than anyone would have guessed.
Little old Ratbag with gray hair and liver spots is usually found sitting in his chair by the fireplace, telling stories to the orc pups sitting on the floor around him. (some are grandchildren but most are neighbors) His stories are mostly bullshit. even the stuff that actually happened is wildly embellished.
sometimes a pup will turn to Talion, who is usually leaning in the doorway listening fondly to Ratbag, and ask “Is it true? Did that happen?”
And Talion will be like, “Well......as I recall.....weren't there actually three ghul matrons?” Or some other lie to embellish the story.
Ratbag slaps his head like, oh, silly me, how could I forget, and proceeds to roll with Talion’s even more exaggerated version of events.
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Any LGBTQ+ hcs for our fav. Orcs/Ologs?
Here they aree (sorry if it took so long to answer!)
Ratbag's pansexual/panromantic
He goes to pride, has lots of fun and gets quite involved in other person's speeches
Occasionally accompanied by Az-Harto, who'd rather not go because he can't stand the atmosphere and the rainbows
Breaking the glass of some asshole's car is a tradition Ratbag commits himself to every year
Az-Harto has encouraged this behaviour
He has never thought about his sexuality much, whatever he experienced he welcomed
It was Ratbag who introduced him to LGBTQ+
Bruz is polyamorous and aromantic, has been in quite a few relationships
Though he struggles to maintain a relationship for prolonged periods of time and ends up leaving his partners
Krimp is an ace panromantic king
He's also non-binary and would use they/them pronouns
He's always felt like he didn't 'fit in' with other uruks in certain aspects of his life, one of this being that he never recognized himself in the male uruk stereotype
He struggled with this for some time, tried to force himself to fit into that stereotype, but he realized it wasn't worth the misery and stopped, finally accepting himself for who he is
Krimp and Ratbag hoard pride merch
Akoth has been the sexual awakening of many boys, as well as making others question their sexuality
But he's oblivious and doesn't really understand flirting
Did I mention he's demisexual/demiromantic?
Ogg is that one grandpa who doesn't know anything about LGBTQ+, but accepts it nonetheless, even if doesn't understand. He's not one to question your choice of pronouns or insist on calling you with your deadname. It happened back in his days too!
"Captain I'm gay" "That's alright lad" "Captain I think Sauron has some good points-" "TAKE BACK THAT SHRAK"
The twins are ace and genderfluid
They gave up on owning pride t-shirts, which just can't get through their self-destructive habits
Golm and Ar-Baruk are trans. While Ar-Baruk has made peace with this, Golm still kinda struggles, because he can't quite understand why he feels so... out of place, inadequate in his own body.
Maku is bi, but sometimes he experiences body dysphoria. That makes him nervous and irritable, as there's really no particular reason as to why he would feel this way. He has tried to "solve" this issue, but his attempts were useless, as it only worsened his dysphoria.
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I despise Northman with every fiber of my being. There are no words to accurately describe how much I want to punch his stupid little face. No words.
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Northman #643-02 (part 1)
Department of Unconfirmed Existence
Unnervingly tall
Only wears north face
Hoodie strings pulled to cover face
Steals white claws
Kyle and a Chad
Pushes people into pools when they have their phones
Cuts peoples headphone wires
Can be found in any finishes/furnished basement
Can be summoned by spraying vast amounts of body spray in the air
Sets off Axe bombs
DUE hates him (RN: as they should)
Original documentation including, but not limited to: Creepy thrift store find, Mattie, Tem, Raven, Ellie, Bunny, indecisive insomniac, Alex, Carter
(RN: Frick Northman, all my homies hate Northman)
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Northman #643-02 (part 2)
only faces north so he’s 2d??
was seen breaking into dicks sporting goods at 3am
doesn't wash his hands after going to the bathroom
only exists to create chaos
tries to be cool but is just creepy
- Lives in mothers basement (RN: who is his mom?? Poor woman)
- Smells like a middle school boy with too much Axe
Wears knock off airpods and makes fun of others with airpods
Snowboards
Ski goggles all the time
“Nice guy”
Sometimes is seen wearing a fedora
Complaints about both warm and cold heat.
Wears crocs in attack mode
Likes nitro brew
Can't die?
The DUES archery practice range?
Possibly the evil twin of a much nicer, much gayer Southman
Quotes from DUE
“Northman is really a little b-tch”
“Northman sounds like a little indie incel”
“We throw stuff at Northman”
“Throw things at Northman 2020.”
“If I have to smell Axe one more time I am going to lose it”
“...the ratbag called Northman…”
“Welcome to Northman h-ll.”
#averno#averno ans#avernotown#northman#department of unconfirmed existence#cryptids#TheCampusCryptidsDocuments
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That video of Glen Powell playing with his nephew where he’s throwing him in the air. You CANT tell me after that Epilogue that Hangman wasn’t the fun uncle when he came to visit.
Are you talking about this one? Or even this one! Or this one because it’s my personal favourite. Special shout-out to @babyrooster thanks for the upload.
Because if those are any of the videos you’re talking about? Then yes. 100% Jake Seresin is always down 👏 to 👏 clown 👏 when it comes to your boys.
The Bradshaw resistance quickly becomes a home base for the rotating rag tag team of aviators you and Rooster saw as family. Jake Seresin and Robert Floyd being the two most frequent flyers. Always making time on whatever leave they had to visit, to catch up. To spend time with the boys who absolutely held their whole hearts. Nicholas and Thomas Bradshaw.
The two beautiful blonde haired, Heterochromia having ass ratbags. So much of their father and so much of you all at the same time. Some days you didn’t know how the tops of their little heads didn’t pop off.
“Oh your so having a girl—“ Hangman smirked from across the dinner table, Tom sitting on his lap as he played with his peas. “I just have a gut instinct.” Little Nick on yours as he drove his little toy plane over the small arch of your stomach. Already starting the show a heavy obsession with all things that could fly.
“My gut instinct tells me my husband has a weak pull out game.” Groaning, you took a sip of your water, five months along with your third child. “But yeah, it feels different this time, I haven’t been as sick.”
“Oof—“ Jake snickers as he bounced Tom on his knee. “You gonna let her talk about you like that Bradshaw—I wouldn’t take that if I were you.”
“And that’s why you’re ‘wife’ is half way across the world right now, Hangman.” Rooster whipped around from where he stood facing the sink in the the kitchen, his kiss the chef apron hugging his waist. Pointing a fork Hangman’s way. “My wife can talk to me and about me however she wants, I watched her birth my children man—free hall pass for life.” Rooster turned back to where he’d been cleaning the few bits and pieces after dinner. Jake couldn’t help but to laugh softly as he shook his head.
“Damn, I remember when you’re parents couldn’t even be in the same room without wanting to rip each other to pieces.” Cooing as he bounced Tom on his knee. The three year old giggling his infectious laugh as he tried to spoon his mushy peas into his mouth. Jake tickling his sides gently to keep the laughter going. “That’s right I know—your mama used to be so rude to uncle Jake, now look at her—such a big softy.”
“It’s called maturity.” Snapping back with a grin you moved Nick to your other knee. Jake gestured from across the table for you to hand him over, standing as you graciously accepted. He knew you were getting tired, he could see it in your eyes. The dark circles a little more prominent then usual.
“It’s called being lame, Chaos.” Carefully helping guide Nick down ad you placed him on Jakes other knee. Tom instantly sharing his mushy peas with his twin brother.
“Uh, you can’t call me that anyone—“ wiggling your finger. “I’m retired.”
“You’re always gonna be Chaos to me, you can’t not be! I have your god damn name tattooed on my body forever!” The small calligraphy Chaos that hid behind Jakes right ear would serve as a timeless reminder of the strength you showed, the determination that never wavered and the love you carried. Jakes drunken mind thought that having your call sign permanently tattooed would hopefully give him just an once of your courage.
“That’s your dumbass fault—“ Bradley chuckled as he made his way over, fully immersing himself into the conversation as he sat down at the table beside Hangman—sliding a cold beer his way.
“Much appreciated pops—“ Jake winked Roosters way, fatherhood really did suit him.
“Bet you didn’t think she’d discharge huh.”
“Still can’t believe you gave it up.” Holding your boys, the boys who melted his whole heart, Jake sent you a soft smile. He knew why you did what you did, he just couldn’t come to terms with it.
“Hey that’s what happens when I’m left to my own devices, they come with prices and vices and suddenly I end up in crisis and the next thing you know is I’m Ex Navy.” Your hands fell to your swollen stomach, your baby girl kicking you just as much as you kicked yourself sometimes for letting go of your career in favour of being a mum. You knew you could have done both, but something inside you told you that you needed to be around for the long haul. “Anyway, are you sure you’re good for tomorrow?”
“Absolutely don’t even stress.” Jake held your boys in his arms as Rooster stepped in to help Tom actual eat his peas and not just play with them. Spooning them up and into his mouth. “We’re gonna have a great day, just the bros hanging out, isn’t that right boys?”
“They’re like a year and a half man, they don’t talk very much.” Rooster beamed as he dabbed the mush around Toms mouth away. “But thanks for babysitting man, we really do appreciate it.” Whenever Jake was over, crashing in the spare room while stateside—he’d offer his baby sitting services. Especially now more then ever with a third on the way, some alone time without the boys probably came few and far between.
“It’s not a problem, honestly.” And it really wasn’t. If anything Jake actually enjoyed playing babysitter, a little more than he would have liked to admit. He had a reputation to uphold, but for your children he’d do anything. He’d always be there, and he always was.
Then next morning, Jake was up and about the house before the ass crack of dawn. His feet padding again hardwood flooring as he ran his hands through his hair. Yawning—in search of the fresh coffee Rooster had left in the pot after he’d been up with a restless Nick.
“Sleep well?” Rooster asked as he held Nick on his hip. The tot had cried himself back to sleep. The bottle of breastmilk Rooster had defrosted still sitting on the counters as Hangman poured his cup.
“God your kids have a mean set of lungs.” Turning to lean on the counter as he sighed. “Honestly at one point I thought for sure one of them was being sliced and diced.” Bradley just held his little boy in his arms. Rocking his hips side to side.
“Nicks been having some night terrors lately, not sure what’s causing it but Sarah said Chaos used to get them as a kid, guess it’s just hereditary?” Rooster cooed as he watched Jake frown, sipping his coffee like it was the elixir of life.
“Why do you get to call her that?”
“Call who what?”
“Y/n, you called her Chaos—“
“Oh, well yeah I guess it’s just gonna be a hard habit to break.” And it was. Rooster never stopped, no matter how many times you told him to. And Jake was no better.
“Now are you sure you’ll call if there’s any drama?” You asked as you packed a few extra diapers into the diaper bag. Rooster had his phone out recoding Jake as he threw little Tom into the air a few times before placing him on his hip. Reaching out for his glasses shortly after he settled in on uncle Jakes hip. “Because we’re not going too far, just to the day spa about twenty minutes away.”
“Choas—I promise you’re children are safe with me. We’ll be fine.”
“Okay—“
“I mean I’m hoping that the straps on the super hornets go a little tighter but—“ Slapping his chest with the back of your hand, a thud rang loud. Jake beamed your way as he brought you in for a side hug. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding—F-14 Tomcat?”
“It’s not funny!” Mumbling into Jakes side as you handed your twins over for the day. “They won’t be as dumb as us.” Rooster had to hold back his laughter, he knew there was no way his sons wouldn’t follow in his footsteps. He’d followed his dad and so had you, what would change the tradition.
“Well, regardless—we’re gonna have a great day.” Jake leaned over to pick the strap of the dipper bag up. Throwing it over his shoulder as he scooped up Nick—both tots on his hips respectfully. “Because I’m determined to be a the cool uncle.”
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It’s a comic woo!
I’ve spoken about this on P@treon but I’ve been actively working on Tistow this ongoing year. I’m picking and choosing the bits I want to do though, so I’ve been doing Jaro on the side too. It’s been fun and right now I love drawing these two ratbags and their adventures.
The focus for the twins has been exploring two different countries, Tael and Fjoldi. It gives me an opportunity to write about very different monsters, folklore and their experiences on both land and waterways.
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mousesack's twin brother ratbag
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Draco x Fem!Reader Historic Au Part One
Part One:
Lucius Malfoy leads a group of Death Eaters into the palace in the dark of the night. Sirius, Duke of the house Black, spots the hooded figures and rushes to warn his King. James sits in his chambers with his queen, watching as their twins sleep peacefully. Sirius bursts through the door, sword in hand, panting, “we’re being invaded.” James lunges for his weapon as Lily quickly scoops up the infant heirs. She follows behind the men as they try to get out safely. A group of cloaked beings appear from around a corner. Voldemort emerges from the group, a sadistic smile on his face. “You should have taken my offer when you had the chance.” James and Sirius close ranks, blocking Lily and the children. The figures begin to surround them, James looks back meeting his beloved’s eyes. “Run,” he urges hastily. Lily attempts to argue, but nods when she glances down at the babes in her arms. She rushes down the hall until she runs straight into someone. She screams, ready to fight for her life, before she realizes who it is. Hagrid, the bastard son of a Viscount, stops her from falling to the ground. “My queen, what’s happened?” Before she can explain they hear voices and steps growing closer. She quickly passes the princess to Hagrid and urges him, “we need to run.” Clutching her son she leads the large man off. They take refuge in a hall as she explains the situation to him. More voices, including Voldemort’s, can be heard coming towards them. They’re looking for her. She realizes what this must mean for her beloved James, a cry trapped in her throat. She stares at her children, resolve building, and sighs. She hands Hagrid her son, tearily explaining, “Take them to my sister. Duchess Petunia, she and her husband have a son near their age. They’ll be safe with her.” Hagrid opens his mouth, ready to argue, when Lily touches his arm. “Please Hagrid. I need to know they’re safe. I trust you to ensure that. Think of it as the last request of your queen.” She smiles sadly, he nods.
Lily grabs her dagger and steps around the corner, ready to draw attention to herself. Hagrid closes his cloak around the tiny royals and sets off in the opposite direction. He hears Lily’s scream, urging himself faster. As he makes it from the palace grounds he spots a limping figure. He sighs when he recognizes Sirius. The two make their way to the Dursley manor. They knock on the door and explain the situation to the disgruntled couple. The Duke and Duchess accept the children into their care and quickly send the men off.
Days later Vernon greets his wife, followed by Marquee Alastor Moody. Petunia leans away from the eccentric man as he greets her with an unsettling smile. His gaze quickly shifts to the trio of infants being watched over by their nursemaid. “Alastor here has shown interest in the girl,” Vernon explains apathetically. Petunia’s brows raise in confusion prompting her husband to continue. “I understand taking in your sister’s son, the heir and only son, but the girl is just unnecessary responsibility. We’d be expected to school her and eventually provide a dowry for her to wed. The Marquee here has shown interest in taking her off our hands.” Her gaze moves from her husband to the other man, still examining the children. “I’d take both of ‘em if you’d prefer.” Vernon shakes his head, “the boy probably has some fortune awaiting him. Besides, we can marry him off for a nice dowry. I’m not paying for her dowry.” Moody nods, stepping over and gently picking up the small girl. “What’s her name?” Petunia gently touches the babe’s hand, “Her name’s Y/N.” Alastor nods, “Y/N Moody, then. I trust this’ll stay between us.” Vernon nods and sees the man off. Petunia watches as her niece is whisked away, staring sadly at her sister’s son playing with her own.
Eleven Years Later
Draco finds himself wandering the palace halls. He’s too young to be a part of the important discussions his parents are having with the king, so he explores. One day he watches as a haggard man strolls in followed closely by a girl roughly his age. She looks up, meeting Draco’s gaze for a moment before the man calls out, “Y/N keep up.” She rushes forward, “coming Father.”
Draco watches her go, curious as to her identity. He quickly forgets about her, however, when she doesn’t reappear. It’s years later that he sees her again.
He finds himself with a group of royal children for tutoring. He notices that Y/N is one of a very few girls allowed. As they make way to their tutor, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, sons of Baronets who’d sworn loyalty to the Malfoys, are bullying the son of a displaced Viscount, Neville. Y/N storms up to them, pushing Goyle away as he swings his leg out to knock the boy down. “What is your problem?” She asks harshly. Draco stands up from where he’d been leaning against the wall, staring at the intrusive girl with a raised brow. The idiots bumble with excuses, only causing her annoyed gaze to grow. “I’m bored. Let’s go.” Draco calls, causing his cohorts to rush towards him. The trio slink off as Y/N helps Neville up, grabbing his dropped papers. He thanks her quickly, rushing off.
Draco sees the girl many times after that, stopping his companions from their fun, tormenting those around them.
One day Blaise, the son of a widowed Countess, is flirting with a palace servant. The girl pushes him away, refusing his advances, and he ignores her. The girl begins to sound more panicked as Blaise’s grip tightens on her arm. Draco debates stepping in, becoming uncomfortable with the situation, when Y/N storms up and punches the young Earl in the jaw. This action causes his hold to loosen, allowing the girl to skitter off, a quick word of thanks aimed at her defender. Blaise rounds on the girl, anger boiling in his eyes. He raises a hand, a threat of violence, and is taken aback when she doesn’t flinch away. Instead, she kicks her leg out, knocking his out from under him and causing him to tumble to the ground. Draco snickers behind her, earning a glare from both. “You’ve no right to take what isn’t freely given to you.” She spits, turning her attention back to the boy on the ground. He blinks up at her with a growl, “you should keep your nose out of things that don’t involve you.” She raises a brow at him, “ensuring that the King’s servants aren’t tormented by arrogant ratbags such as yourself is a hobby of mine. Ergo it does involve me.” Blaise stands, ready to continue arguing, when he sputters and stops cold staring behind her. “My Lord,” he stutters, bowing slightly. Y/N turns around, a smile forming on her face. “Hello Father.” Draco watches Blaise’s jaw drop at the endearment. “Causing trouble, pet?” The girl crinkles her nose, shaking her head, “interfering with trouble, Father.” Alastor’s eyes gleam brightly as he nods, “well then, carry on.” Y/N leans up and kisses the disfigured man on the cheek. He nods to Draco as he passes, allowing his daughter to continue her tirade.
Draco finds himself intrigued by the outspoken girl. He watches during lessons as she easily disengages any mayhem his companions try to cause. He knows he should be annoyed, help his “friends,” but he can’t find it in him to interfere. She keeps close to the few main subjects of torment; the one other girl, Luna daughter of the Knight Lovegood, Ron son of a displaced Baron and brother to one of the king’s knights, and Neville who’s grandmother’s title keeps him close to the king, even if his parents aren’t in great standing currently.
One day Draco is surprised to see the trio unguarded. Before he can question it Crabbe and Goyle shove their way over to torment Neville. “Seems your little guard dog isn’t here anymore.” Goyle laughs, snatching the book the boy’d been reading. Crabbe grabs the item before Ron has a chance to and snickers, “her daddy got called away. She won’t be back here any time soon.” Draco glances at Blaise, “called away?” The Earl rolls his eyes, smirking, “yeah. He was sent to hunt down one of King James’ supporters. Apparently the man’s been trying to stir up trouble and the king isn’t happy. Moody might not make it back, if the rumours of Black’s brutality are true.” Draco watches the chaos idly wondering if he’ll ever see the brazen girl again.
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also i lived with aussie twins for almost a year and brodie reminds me so much of one of them i literally can read anything he says in my head without it coming out in an v deep country boy aussie accent
hahahahahahaha I love it! And don’t worry in my head, he also speaks with an aussie accent :)
Honestly I get so disappointed sometimes when the gf is like.... “libby, you can’t use that word, no one will know it” because I’m trying to write it relatively universally.
Like apparently “ratbag” is aussie slang and not just universal?? an actual travesty honestly. I’m still amazed that “munted” and “dropkick” slipped into the story without the gf and I realising that others might not understand it, and someone else had to point it out to me.
Anyway, I’m glad you like Brodie!! He and Cat are such little chaos twins and I adore them :)
#honestly i'm so glad i decided he needed to be part of the core 6 when i started writing it#he is chaotic but he brings balance somehow lol#ask#a nice friend#daaaaaaaaaaash
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What about some headcanons for Flint and Tinder? Anyway, you're doing a great job!
The Boom Brothers! I’ll be happy to. And thank you very much!
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They came from the same birthing pit. Twins are a rarity, even more so among Uruks. Imagine the reaction of their Vat Keeper when he pulled one out of the pit only to find out there was another one there. Shocked isn’t enough to cover it.
There’s certainly some kind of connection there, spiritual and mental. Never one without the other, they roamed Mordor without ever being separated. Once the connection is severed, they lose part of themselves.
While most of the Machine tribe likes fire, they prefer explosions. Their love for explosions is what nearly killed them once before, and that is why they have their bodies partially burnt and scarred, along with also partial loss of hearing. They ALMOST lost their sight.
Their scars itch sometimes. They have to remind each other not to scratch themselves, or risk inflammation. They hate getting sick.
They must be a couple of years older than Ratbag. Imagine Ratbag is in his mid to late 20s, so the twins are in their early 30s.
When not causing chaos for a long time, they get anxious – twitchy limbs, wandering eyes, a bit of whining from both. “We need to make more BOOMS!” “And we need it NOW!”
To think about it, they cause trouble for themselves and others. Accidentally caused a huge explosion during a feast, killing part of their group. No one wants to be their grunt any more unless they’re suicidal.
Incredibly friendly, even without having to prove yourself. Just… Watch out if they start planning on exploding things.
They like playing games – any kind of game is allowed. Having fun without harm is the only thing they demand. If there’s booms, even better!
They used to have sapper friends. Used to.
They share the same tent, bedrolls side to side, and always make a huge fuss in their sleep – limbs everywhere, snoring, drooling. Pretty sure they talk in their sleep, too. Guess what word is mumbled the most? Not quiet, not even while sleeping.
#dinenwe#shadow of war#shadow of mordor#middle earth shadow of war#middle earth shadow of mordor#shadow of wardor#blade of galadriel dlc#blade of galadriel#Torz Tinder#Flak Flint#ask time#headcanons
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