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Ugly man collection YESSS

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Hey Timmy,since your friends with Bernard and Bianca,I wanted to see how you feel about them rescuing Cody and his eagle from learch. About they could’ve died in Australia.

“Oh yeah…I remember Bernard telling me about that.”

“It definitely sounded like a dangerous adventure, what with the snakes, giant lizards, and crocodiles. And that hunter…”

Timmy shivered at the memory of Bernard’s description of the poacher. McCleach, he recalled…

“Glad I never met him. He sounded…horrible. Still, it is pretty amazing how they were able to rescue Cody and Marahute from him. Bernard especially; he rode a *razorback!*”

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Timmy looked at the cat creature—Mambo—in a combination of confusion and surprise. Fairy Tale Land? As in, fairy tales? With dragons, wizards, trolls and whatnot, like the stories Mom used to tell him as a young mouse?

No…it couldn’t be. Timmy knew they were fiction. Still, though…

“…No, I’m afraid I don’t. What’s a Fairy Tale Land? Is that where you’re from?” He asked, with genuine interest.

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Mambo flicked a tall blade of grass that had ever so irritatingly swatted him in the face away as he aimlessly wandered through… well, wherever this grassy field was. He hadn’t planned for his much needed sneak away break from the palace after being scolded yet again by The Wizard to take him this far from it. But dang could that portal be unpredictable. The feline-vulpes like creature wanted to be somewhere chill with little to no rules, so he supposed this place fit the bill. It was more of a means of getting back to the palace before either The Wizard or Munk realized he’d been gone for too long (he snickered a bit knowing Munk would most likely make a comment about noticing things were a bit too calm and quiet), and now he wasn’t certain which way back even was. 

Looking around for anything that might lead him to a way out of this field or valley, some sort of civilization besides wildlife, or even somebody who could tell him where exactly he was, it wasn’t too long that he heard a scuffling noise in the grass. His ears shot up as he heard it again. It was small. Like it could be a frog, lizard, or rodent of some kind. That put whatever worries he had to ease as it became apparent whatever or whoever it was wouldn’t be able to do much harm to him..unless of course it was a rattlesnake or any other venomous reptile. That thought being enough to send shivers up his spine, he began to slowly back away, ears lowering against the side of his head, ready to sprint should whoever it might be smaller than him or not decided they might like to pick a fight. The rustling got closer and the blades of grass in front of him parted to reveal the source of the small rustling sound.

#mambo-by-a-mile

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Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

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(As Timmy looked up at the strange purple cat, the mouse’s nerves eased up significantly. He didn’t seem threatening; he was apparently just lost.)

“Well,” Timmy said, “I don’t know how you got here, but it’s nice to meet you anyways, Mambo! You’re—“

He stopped himself before he revealed Thorn Valley.

“…in the forest! I’m just out here picking berries.”

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Mambo flicked a tall blade of grass that had ever so irritatingly swatted him in the face away as he aimlessly wandered through… well, wherever this grassy field was. He hadn’t planned for his much needed sneak away break from the palace after being scolded yet again by The Wizard to take him this far from it. But dang could that portal be unpredictable. The feline-vulpes like creature wanted to be somewhere chill with little to no rules, so he supposed this place fit the bill. It was more of a means of getting back to the palace before either The Wizard or Munk realized he’d been gone for too long (he snickered a bit knowing Munk would most likely make a comment about noticing things were a bit too calm and quiet), and now he wasn’t certain which way back even was. 

Looking around for anything that might lead him to a way out of this field or valley, some sort of civilization besides wildlife, or even somebody who could tell him where exactly he was, it wasn’t too long that he heard a scuffling noise in the grass. His ears shot up as he heard it again. It was small. Like it could be a frog, lizard, or rodent of some kind. That put whatever worries he had to ease as it became apparent whatever or whoever it was wouldn’t be able to do much harm to him..unless of course it was a rattlesnake or any other venomous reptile. That thought being enough to send shivers up his spine, he began to slowly back away, ears lowering against the side of his head, ready to sprint should whoever it might be smaller than him or not decided they might like to pick a fight. The rustling got closer and the blades of grass in front of him parted to reveal the source of the small rustling sound.

#mambo-by-a-mile

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LOST JOHN'S CAVE, BURNT OFFERING

LOST JOHN’S CAVE - is your muse claustrophobic? Timmy doesn't seem to have too much of a problem with smaller spaces. Due to being, well, a mouse, pretty much every human-sized thing seems huge to him. The closest thing I can think of is the cage he was briefly trapped in, but even then he wasn't *scared* so much as he was *saddened* that he and his friends were trapped in this mess. Once Cecil gave him a brief pep talk, he was quick to break out. So no, I don't think Timmy's claustrophobic -- he has other things to worry about :D BURNT OFFERING - what’s your muse relationship with fire? are they afraid of it, or do they find it fascinating?

Timmy definitely knows what fire is; he's been around candlelight both at his old home and at Thorn Valley during nighttimes, not to mention when NIMH caught on fire during the big rescue. He's cautious enough to know how to avoid it, but he's not afraid to trudge through when the time calls for it, such as when he went back to rescue Martin from the burning wreck that NIMH was becoming. He did scream when he was launched out from the top when NIMH exploded, but I say that was more out of him falling from way high in the air more than the explosion itself.

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Hey Timothy, I was wondering do you know fivel and his family who are a now in the west. They were originally in New York and I wondering have you talk to them or know them?

“Fievel? Well…”

Timmy took a moment to think.

“…I don’t think I know them, sadly. I haven’t really gotten the chance to travel outside of either my home or Thorn Valley; the closest I got to New York was when Jenny and I traveled to NIMH for the rescue mission.”

Timmy paused, and then continued.

“If I ever do go there, though, I’ll be sure to drop by sometime and say hi if I see them!”

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Uncomfortable Headcanons based on The Magnus Archives  season 1

TW: death

ANGLERFISH - does your muse smoke? if yes, when did they start? do they plan to stop anytime soon?

DO NOT OPEN - would your muse do a dangerous job for a great amount of money? if so, how much would they ask for?

ACROSS THE STREET - if they have neighbors, what does your muse think of them?

PAGETURNER - does your muse read any book? what’s their favorite?

THROWN AWAY - did your muse ever found something weird or creepy in the trash?

SQUIRM - is your muse interested in going to dates? what was their worst one?

THE PIPER - what’s your muse’s thoughts about war?

BURNED OUT - are there any abandoned buildings in your muse’s town? are there any rumors about them?

A FATHER’S LOVE - talk about your muse’s relationship with their father

VAMPIRE KILLER - does your muse believe in the supernatural? if yes, do they have any proof?

DREAMER - does your muse have any recurring dream? if not, what was their worst nightmare?

FIRST AID - what was your muse’s worst wound?

ALONE - did they ever lose a loved one? how did they cope with their loss?

PIECEMEAL - did they ever commit a crime? would they be intersted into committing more, or any?

LOST JOHN’S CAVE - is your muse claustrophobic?

ARACHNOPHOBIA - what does your muse think about spiders?

THE BONETURNER’S TALE - what’s your muse’s favorite band or singer?

THE MAN UPSTAIRS - what was your muse’s worst interaction with a neighbor?

CONFESSION - what’s your muse’s thoughts about religion?

DESECREATED HOST - does your muse believe in hell?

FREEFALL - is your muse interested in partecipating to any extreme sport?

COLONY - did your muse ever sneak into someone else’s house, or an abandoned building?

SCHWARTZWALD - does your muse recall any scary story from their childhood?

STRANGE MUSIC - can your muse play any instruments?

GROWING DARK - did your muse ever had an argument with a friend?

A DISTORTION - did your muse ever felt like they were followed by someone or something?

A STURDY LOCK - did your muse ever had someone entering their house?

SKINTIGHT - if your muse had a youtube channel or a tv show, what would it be about?

CHEATING DEATH - what does your muse think about death? are they afraid of it?

KILLING FLOOR - was your muse ever interested into becoming a vegetarian?

FIRST HUNT - is your muse interested in hunting?

HIVE - did your muse ever had to deal with an infestation?

BOASTWAIN’S CALL - what was your muse’s longest journey?

ANATOMY CLASS - what were your muse’s favorite and least favorite classes in school?

OLD PASSAGES - are there any secret areas in your muse’s house?

TAKEN III - did your muse ever went through some bad illness?

BURNT OFFERING - what’s your muse relationship with fire? are they afraid of it, or do they find it fascinating?

LOST AND FOUND - did your muse ever lose something dear to them?

INFESTATION - what does your muse think of bugs? are they squeamish?

HUMAN REMAINS - did your muse ever see a dead body?

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PSA

There is no such thing as overloading my inbox. Send anything and everything. I may take forever and a day to get to it, but if you’re patient and you want to send 300 things, then please send 300 things!

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Timmy stepped back a little bit, still cautiously holding up the slingshot. The voice, however, made him stop. It didn’t sound threatening; if anything it sounded curious…and kinda nasally.

What…was he looking at, exactly? A purple cat? (That’s new…) Timmy thought to himself. He at least looked friendly…

Still, better safe than sorry.

“Uhm…y-yeah. I’m a mouse; we’re generally small. My name’s Timmy—er, Tim.”

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Mambo flicked a tall blade of grass that had ever so irritatingly swatted him in the face away as he aimlessly wandered through… well, wherever this grassy field was. He hadn’t planned for his much needed sneak away break from the palace after being scolded yet again by The Wizard to take him this far from it. But dang could that portal be unpredictable. The feline-vulpes like creature wanted to be somewhere chill with little to no rules, so he supposed this place fit the bill. It was more of a means of getting back to the palace before either The Wizard or Munk realized he’d been gone for too long (he snickered a bit knowing Munk would most likely make a comment about noticing things were a bit too calm and quiet), and now he wasn’t certain which way back even was. 

Looking around for anything that might lead him to a way out of this field or valley, some sort of civilization besides wildlife, or even somebody who could tell him where exactly he was, it wasn’t too long that he heard a scuffling noise in the grass. His ears shot up as he heard it again. It was small. Like it could be a frog, lizard, or rodent of some kind. That put whatever worries he had to ease as it became apparent whatever or whoever it was wouldn’t be able to do much harm to him..unless of course it was a rattlesnake or any other venomous reptile. That thought being enough to send shivers up his spine, he began to slowly back away, ears lowering against the side of his head, ready to sprint should whoever it might be smaller than him or not decided they might like to pick a fight. The rustling got closer and the blades of grass in front of him parted to reveal the source of the small rustling sound.

#mambo-by-a-mile

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Timothy sighed as he narrowly avoided running into another branch. He had been here many times, of course — Justin and the others took him along on their collection hunts a lot more nowadays — but that didn’t make the occasional stray plant or branch any less annoying to walk through.

(Still,) Timmy thought to himself, (it is at least a pretty nice day out. I can see why Justin and Mr. Ages like going here; it’s brimming with wildlife! Maybe this is where Mr Ages gets all the stuff for his medicines…)

Suddenly, Timmy heard a rustling noise. Eyes widening at the sound, he pulled out his beloved slingshot, readying it.

“Who’s there?” Timmy called out.

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Mambo flicked a tall blade of grass that had ever so irritatingly swatted him in the face away as he aimlessly wandered through… well, wherever this grassy field was. He hadn’t planned for his much needed sneak away break from the palace after being scolded yet again by The Wizard to take him this far from it. But dang could that portal be unpredictable. The feline-vulpes like creature wanted to be somewhere chill with little to no rules, so he supposed this place fit the bill. It was more of a means of getting back to the palace before either The Wizard or Munk realized he’d been gone for too long (he snickered a bit knowing Munk would most likely make a comment about noticing things were a bit too calm and quiet), and now he wasn’t certain which way back even was. 

Looking around for anything that might lead him to a way out of this field or valley, some sort of civilization besides wildlife, or even somebody who could tell him where exactly he was, it wasn’t too long that he heard a scuffling noise in the grass. His ears shot up as he heard it again. It was small. Like it could be a frog, lizard, or rodent of some kind. That put whatever worries he had to ease as it became apparent whatever or whoever it was wouldn’t be able to do much harm to him..unless of course it was a rattlesnake or any other venomous reptile. That thought being enough to send shivers up his spine, he began to slowly back away, ears lowering against the side of his head, ready to sprint should whoever it might be smaller than him or not decided they might like to pick a fight. The rustling got closer and the blades of grass in front of him parted to reveal the source of the small rustling sound.

#mambo-by-a-mile

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digging in my trash

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Hey, that’s me! Cool! :D

Today’s mouse is Timothy Brisby from the Secret of NIMH franchise!

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Canon RPers, please reblog this post if you’re okay with interacting with other RPers who aren’t necessarily familiar with your canon! 

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#Youtube

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Happy Thanksgiving to all from Thorn Valley! Be sure to spend time with your loved ones!

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A drawing I did of Mrs. Brisby a little while ago. The Secret of NIMH is my favorite movie, so expect to see more of Mrs. Brisby in the future!