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disneytva · 2 years
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In the final days of Blue Sky Studios, a small team of artists came together to do one final shot. This shot is a farewell, a send-off on our own terms ------ Blue Sky Studios 🌰
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autistic-af · 4 months
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hi hi!! so coincidentally, two days ago we adopted a little kitty as well and she’s 1 month old!
i was wondering how you littlest one’s adaptation is coming along in regards to luna and tic-tac and if you have any new tips to share since you’re doing this process again. we’ve been keeping bambi (our youngest) in a separate room while loki roams the house, and bambi is very chill about the whole ting (she seems to be used to other cats since she, up until two days ago, shared her life/space with all her siblings and played with them quite a bit).
however, loki’s been apprehensive about the whole thing and she tends to stand guard outside the room from time to time or bolt away from us if we get out of the room smelling like bambi. my sister also allowed loki in once (which i berated her greatly for when i heard and we have notlet her in after that), and the results were Not Great, as loki is quite territorial — though bambi didn’t get hurt.
anyways, do you have any tips regarding how to maintain our relationship with loki and maybe help her get used to the whole thing, or is this really more of a matter of time? i heard about the possibility of using feliway friends, but am scared it might make peace in their relationship dependent on this product. do you have any thoughts on that?
very sorry for the long message, i hope you don’t feel pressured to reply, as i don’t want to add to the stress of your burnout. here are some photos of my babies as an apology!
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Hi! Introducing kittens to established cats can seem very daunting, so I totally understand.
Edit: kittens shouldn't be separated from their mum until 8 weeks old. Did your kitten lose their mum?
Here's some basic tips I have:
Keep the new kitten in quarantine for 10-14 days. This is to ensure the kitten doesn't have a sickness they can pass on to the other cats. Symptoms such as vomiting, diarrhoea, eye leakage, sneezing, loss of appetite etc should be taken to a vet immediately at this early stage.
Scent swapping is super important. Blankets, cat beds etc should be swapped between rooms to allow scents to mix.
Feliway is very helpful and will not make the relationship dependent on it. It's just calming pheromones that reduces the stress response. Less stress response = better acceptance of each other.
Remember, the baseline interaction that you're looking for is tolerance. Cats may never cuddle or interact with each other. You just want them to be in the same room together without fighting. Anything more is a bonus.
It can take months or over a year for cats to get close. As above, you just want tolerance. Luna has only just allowed Tic-Tac to share a blanket with her after 2 years.
Watch the body language. Cats communicate with their tails and vocals. An older cat will often hiss and growl at a kitten as a way of teaching them what's what. This is normal. Only interfere if they start showing signs of aggression (ears pinned back, tail low to their body or curved back and puffed, arched spine etc)
Monitor all interactions for the first few months and keep that separate room available to the kitten. You'll want to lock them up at night until you're positive all cats interact safely.
Use praise to encourage bonding. Don't yell at your cat, or use aggressive body language. Cats do not understand punishment, but they do understand praise. Treats when they sniff a swapped blanket, pets and sweet words when they walk past the kitten with no response etc.
Take the introduction at the established cats pace. Remove the kitten when the established cat shows signs of overstimulation. A bit of hissing is normal but if you let it escalate into a fight the relationship can be reset back to square one or be ruined.
Don't punish: offer an alternative instead. Like I said, cats do not understand punishment. All they see is the human they trust being aggressive. If the cat growls at the kitten's door, offer treats or a toy. If the kitten is scratching furniture, have different scratchers available and use citrus spray to discourage from the furniture and cat nip spray to encourage use of the scratcher etc.
You need a litter box for each cat, plus 1 extra. Do not put the litter box into a corner or a small space so that they have escape room.
Cats are territorial so if you have more than 1 cat, you need enough territory to spread between them. Cat trees, boxes, shelves, toys, etc.
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nichenarratives · 4 months
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Lackadrabbles 1
Just a skit, for the funnies.
Backscratcher
Rocky using his desk ruler as a backscratcher was perhaps the last thing Mordecai expected to open his office to that morning. The door had been locked and there were no windows into the room to use for access. Yet here the irritating musician is, fully standing on the accountant’s desk, bent right over backwards with an arm over his shoulder to ensure the thirty centimeter wooden tool could reach his lower back, an intense look of relief on his face.
In contrast, Mordecai rapidly cycles through an array of minute micro expressions; eyes widening a touch in surprise, he blinks in confusion, then scowls with irritation and a single ear flicker of anger before he slams the door closed. Rocky freezes, eyes wide and pupils narrow, an obtusely bent deer caught in headlights as Mordecai pulls his satchel over his head and wrinkles his nose in discontent. 
“What,” he asks sharply, pausing not for effect but to remember to breathe. “Are you doing with my ruler, Roark?”
The tabby bites his lip, glancing over his shoulder toward the ruler then back at Mordecai, before an anatomically concerning smile broadens across his face. “Morde!” He greets when straightening up, his spine flexing as easily as bent spaghetti as he rolls his shoulders back upright. The tuxedo’s ear flicks again and he squeezes the satchel shoulder strap in a fist. Rocky doesn't seem to notice his displeasure. “Mr May sent me to find you! You didn't answer, so I let myself in. Then I found this back scrat-”
“That is a dual measure imperial-metric table top ruler,” Mordecai corrects in a low, dangerous tone. “Designed to measure both inches and centimeters to the extent dictated by the average desk. It can also be used to create straight lines, grids, even ledgers but it most certainly is not a back scratcher.” 
He places his bag in the guest chair opposite his desk, glaring up at the tabby through his glasses as he advances, his fangs bared as he motions from the carpeted office floor to where Rocky continues to stand. “Even if it were, why does that facilitate standing on my desk? What purpose does elevation serve when scratching your back? The increased gravitational force of two feet won't assist either your reach for transferable force. It's nonsensical!”
It's Rocky's turn to blink, his posture slouched to the side and a lip curled slightly into a sneer, though his wide eyes and twisted muzzle soften his features to a confused stare. Mordecai sucks in breaths after his rant, teeth still bared, his palms turned upwards and open in question as they stare at each other. A second turns into two, then five. Just as Mordecai is about to order him out does Rocky straighten up.
“Well,” he begins now, placing a hand on his hip and puffing out his chest some, his tail swishing behind him contentedly. “You see, it all began in a dream-”
“Leave. Immediately.”
Despite his former confident stance, the gray tabby scrambles to comply with the order, falling over his own ankle and stumbling off the desk in a pile at Mordecai’s feet. He glances up directly into a stern gaze of his coworker and grins sheepishly, a soft chuckle in his throat before he scrabbles out of the door on all fours and pulls the door closed with his foot along the way.
Silence falls in the windowless office. Olive eyes slip closed as Mordecai takes a deep breath. Exhaling sharply through his nose in a huff, he turns around and carefully removes his hat, placing it on the coat rack behind the door. His coat follows, as does his suit jacket, whereupon the accountant turned trigger man carefully rolls his sleeves to his elbows before approaching his desk.
The tuxedo slips into methodically soothing routine setting under for the day: emptying his satchel of important documents, ledgers and books; sitting in his chair and setting out his pens; locating receipts to include in expenses and file away. It's only as he comes to organising his writing equipment, laying it out in order, that Mordecai realises he's missing the very piece of the ensemble Rocky had been using to relieve an awkward itch.
His hand hovers over the empty spot on his desk, a breath momentarily caught in his throat. His setup is incomplete. It instills a momentary discourse in the reserved tuxedo; he can't fulfill his duties without his equipment. His hand shakes a little over the empty space, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Flexing his fingers into a fist, Mordecai takes another pointedly deep breath and leans back in his chair, taking off his glasses to rub the corners of his eyes roughly.
It shouldn't be too difficult to find a replacement or recover his trusted ruler from the musician, but first; Mordecai Heller needs a strong cup of tea…
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weirdmarioenemies · 1 year
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Where do you think we go when we die?
Somewhere nice? Somewhere horrible? Somewhere in between? Do we go anywhere at all, or do we just start anew? I’m not asking for my own sake, I’m not concerned about that, really. I’m just wondering for someone I once knew...
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Where are you now, Tetris Friends? I hope you’re happy, wherever you are.
We may never be able to go back in time to May 30th, 2019 to tackle the farmer before he was able to shoot Tetris Friends behind the old barn. But we can always celebrate its life, dangit! Let’s look at some of my favorites from the vast selection of Tetris Friends premade avatars! It is so easy to get lost in all these silly creatures...
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First, let’s just appreciate the Tetromono. The humble cube. The basis of nearly all these avatars! So much, from so little!
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So here we have me being predictable! I see a funny crab, I am delighted, it is as simple as that. I love how simplistic it is, all it really needs is eyes and claws and you know it’s a crab! Or maybe it’s a lobster, and I’ve been mistaken all these years...? We will never know! But I am inclined to say crab since it is compact.
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This funny ant is cute too! It has its very own abdomen behind the cube, and maybe even a thorax hidden between? I also like its cute little x mouth between the mandible. Like the anus of a cartoon cat. The only animals allowed to have an anus!
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And look at this octopus! Look at that face! It is so cute and it does not know what is going on around it. It will say “Hwuh? Ok!!!” but not really mean it, it just wants to be done with the conversation and get back to looking at a cool thing in front of it!
That’s enough of regular animals, though. MOST of these icons are weird combinations of the features of the standard animal ones, like a Picrew! How I wish there was an actual Picrew for these.
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These three are like a trio to me, all sharing the same face, and I like it! Quite  a cute face! I think I used the panda-looking one at some point, but now my favorite of the three is the one with elephant toes and a rhinoceros tail. Just a sprinkling of creature attributes.
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This one is really funny to me! It looks like an Octonaut. It would be like an alien of ambiguous taxonomical placement, but then the snout is so mammal. Mammal who didn’t get the memo to have whiskers over antennae!
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Most of the avatars are unique combinations of features, but these pig-nosed, shark-finned cubes are situated right next to each other, and are recolors of each other! I can only assume they are siblings. They will teach Mario and Luigi a new Bros. Technique!
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This poor one just ate something yucky. You could use this to communicate that you, too, just ate something yucky! In another world, instead of emojis, people would direct each other to their Tetris Friends profile, where their current avatar would display their current emotion. Too bad we’re in this world. Where Tetris Friends is dead.
Now let’s look at some holiday exclusive ones!
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For Thanksgiving we get a Meat On Bone! Would you eat the meat of a Tetromono? Doesn’t HAVE to be the leg. Maybe you would prefer some Tetromono Breast.
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There are also TWO pumpkins! A Halloween pumpkin, of course, but also a Thanksgiving pumpkin with a goofy face! I think this may legitimately be the first time I’ve seen a pumpkin with a face for Thanksgiving! This one teaches me that unlike Halloween ones, Thanksgiving pumpkins have real flesh inside!
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Of all the Christmas ones, this Gingerbread Cube is just so darling. I bet it’s so cakey! I would love to eat it. If it is alive, then, sorry!
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Easter includes this delighted Half A Hard Boiled Egg. I am so amused by this! I guess just an egg on its own isn’t that visually interesting compared to this, but they really went all in on depicting the texture. Fascinating.
And lastly, Tetris Friends did collaborate with another property for some licensed avatars! Just one, ever. It was Ice Age.
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Represent yourself with Scrat Girlfriend Cube!
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cosmererambles · 5 months
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Costober Short Oct 20th (18th)
“You know…” Kelsier began, throwing a ball against the garage wall. His brother, Marsh, was in the process of brushing his Ninetales. He cringed with every smack the ball made, his scowl growing deeper. Kelsier smirked. He and Marsh had never got along. “I think I’m gonna sign up to be a trainer.” “You missed that particular milestone. Remember?” “Doesn’t matter.” Another thunk against the wall. He caught the ball, grinned at Marsh, before rolling it towards Empoleon, who stood sentinel on the farside of the garage. The massive Pokemon surveyed it as it rolled to a stop before him. “You can be any age. That’s just the starting age.” “Do you honestly think you have what it takes to be a trainer? It takes diligence, dedication, responsibility. Things you lack.” Kelsier set his jaw, his smirk melting away. “You really have no faith in me, do you?” “I watched you barely pass highschool. Yes. I lack quite a bit of faith in you, Kell.” Kell balled his hands into fists. “I’m more than you think, Marsh.” “Are you? Capable of doing anything other than goofing off with your buddies? Who, I might add, also chose not to become trainers.” Marsh ran the brush along the pokemon’s tail as she laid on the ground, obedient. Kell leaned against the wall, determined not to show any sign of Marsh’s words getting to him.
His decision had been an impulsive one. He was tired of school, tired of the boring repetition of life. Moreover, he was tired of Marsh. His brother had been increasingly intolerant and demanding. Asking him more and more, demeaning and belittling him in that cool way of his. Becoming a trainer would allow him to drop out of school. If he stuck with it fulltime for five years, he could even get free college tuition. At least in Sinnoh. He left Marsh to his brushing, walking outside the garage and staring up at the sky.
He knew more than Marsh thought; he knew Marsh found him tiresome. Knew that Marsh blamed him for having to quit his training and raise him full time when their parents had died. Knew that their fathers abuse had led to both of them adapting complexes; Kelsier becoming carefree and rebellious, and Marsh hard as ice and stone.
I can do it. Easily. He knew the theory; he’d watched Marsh battle hundreds of times. Plenty of trainers came by to challenge him, and his brother never turned one down. He’d have to find a way to explain why he chose to start a year late, though. Why does it even matter? Marsh started a year early. His brother had lied about his age in order to escape the cycle of abuse at his house, running off to challenge gyms and leaving his brother, and poor mother, at the mercy of their father.
Kelsier shook. Wrapping his arms around himself, he forced himself to think of anything else. The sky, the grass, the leaves rustling in the breeze. Anything but his mother. Anything but his father. Anger, frustration and betrayal were kept safe, locked in his breast. Emotions that had never left him, not since…
“Kell?” Kelsier started, turning around, hand flying to his hip. He withdrew a switchblade, held at the ready. Marsh stared at him, normally stern eyes…defrosted. He almost looked human. Kelsier sucked in a breath, glancing away. It’d happened again. “Come inside, Kell. It looks like it may rain.” “I’m not going inside just to be lectured by you.” “I don’t plan on lecturing you. If you’re serious about this plan of yours…” Marsh took a breath, sighing. “I want to help.” Kelsier had turned away, but spun, looking back at his brother. He still gripped the knife in his hand, knuckles white. “Put the knife away, Kelsier.” Behind Marsh, Empoleon waddled up. It cooed softly, voice comforting. He slipped the knife away, following his brother into the house, just as three fat rain drops splashed his cheeks.
It happened again…why does it keep happening? He wondered, throwing himself into a chair. He wanted to huddle up in a ball, but he forced himself to be strong. Despite it, he scratched at his arms, a nervous tick he’d developed after the event. “Stop that.” Marsh set a mug of tea in front of him. Kelsier raised an eyebrow, stopping his incessent scratching. “You’ll give yourself scars.” He turned towards the fridge, pulling open the door and staring inside. “Might look cool.” He grumbled, pulling the tea closer. “You know, I’d rather have beer.” Marsh gave him a look over his shoulder, and Kelsier rolled his eyes, sipping the warm drink.
“That’s the second time I’ve found you like that, Kell.” Kelsier froze. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t-. “I know you went through a lot when I was gone, but I didn’t think-.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” Kelsier interrupted, setting his mug down on the table a little firmly. It sloshed over the rim, burning his hands. He bore the pain.
“I’m worried.” “You’re worried?” Kelsier snorted. “Worried about me? When are you ever worried about me? All you do is lecture me, belittle me, mock me. And you wonder why I’ve turned out the way I have?” “That’s not my influence.” Marsh turned from the fridge, arms crossed. “I should never have left-.” “No. You should have. You had just as much of a reason to leave. So what if you left mom and I behind. We survived, didn’t we? Oh wait. We didn’t.”
Silence. Empoleon, sensing the tension, cooed a long, soft note. Marsh’s Glaceon hopped on the counter, rubbing it’s head against her trainers crossed arms. Marsh finally sighed, picking up the pokemon and petting her. She purred in his arms.
“Listen, Kell. Enough.” Marsh crossed to him, setting Glaceon on his lap. Kelsier pet her absently; her fur was chill to the touch, as if blown by a cool breeze for hours. “I know why you want to go on your own journey.” Kelsier raised an eyebrow. He doubted his brother knew his true motives, but…sure. Let him think what he wanted.
“Mare left you for one a year ago.” “Sure.” Marsh looked at him. “Why, then?” Kelsier shrugged. “Does it matter? I just want to leave. And I can do it, Marsh. I’m more competent than you think I am.” A look of recognition crossed his brothers face, and he exhaled.
“Come on then. Battle me. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He crossed the kitchen, pulling on a coat, hood up to block out the rain. Kelsier looked out the window; dusk was fast approaching. “Now?” “Yes, now, before my good mood is gone.” He clicked his tongue, motioning for Empoleon to follow. The massive beast waddled behind him, ducking out the front door and into the back yard. “This is your good mood?” Kelsier followed, and had a pokeball thrust into his chest a moment later as they stepped onto the patio. “Yes. Enjoy it while it lasts, brother.” With quick steps, he left his side, walking into the grassy yard. Kelsier examined the Pokeball; noting it’s make. An ultraball from seven or so years ago. This was Magenton’s ball. He never had been able to evolve the thing.
“Magneton?” He asked, following him into the grass. The wind had picked up, the rain coming down harder. Kelsier wished he’d grabbed a jacket. “Go inside and get on a coat, you idiot. I’m not taking care of you if you get sick.” Kelsier obeyed, grumbling under his breath, grabbing the hoodie from just inside the house and slamming the door behind him. He pulled it over his head, pulling the hood strings tight. Right.
“I’m going to figure out your battle style. If you’re as “competent” as you say, you must have one.” He nodded to the Pokeball Kelsier held.
“I’m using Empoleon. You use my Magneton.” “Magneton? That’s strong against your Empoleon.” Marsh smiled, hard to see in the waning light. “Don’t worry about me, brother.” Kelsier eyed him for a moment, feeling rain splatter against his cheeks, before tossing the ball up. Magneton popped out in a flash of red light, screaming it’s metallic, ear-splitting cry before spinning towards earth. Kelsier caught the ball.
“Magneton, listen to my brother until I give you the cue to stop, alright?” The pokemon spun, rotating midair and it screeched. The wind picked up. Kelsier raised his arm to his face, blocking the rain as it drove down.
“Uh, Marsh?” He called. “The winds picking up. You sure about this?” “You’re going to face a lot worse weather if you head out on a journey. Suck it up.”
It wasn’t the wind and rain that worried him. It was what it would do when combined with Magnetons electricity. Still, he stood tall, shaking off his earlier discomfort.
“Empoleon! Don’t go easy on him.” The pokemon trumpeted a loud note, stepping forward, clawed, triangular arms outstretched. It’s feathers blew in the wind. Magneton hovered.
“You’re move, Kell. Show me what you’ve got.” Kelsier stood, thinking.
Empoleon is a water steel type. Thus, it has decent defenses. I could test with a take down, though that would probably get me flung aside. I’ve seen it used it’s arms. No. Best test with a thunderbolt. He called the attack, conscious of his voice on the wind. Marsh was far enough away he couldn’t make out his expression. Magneton shuddered in place, zipping forward and cracking out a bolt of yellow lightning.
“Catch it with metal claw, Emploeon.” The pokemon caught it, unphased. Kelsier stepped back in surprise. No matter. He smiled, understanding. Marsh had always relied on defensives rather than outward offense. Empoleon was built like a tank. His Magenton, however, had a move that cut right through that tank.
“Metal sound, Magneton. Get right up there.” It zipped forward, screeching. The sound was agony to his ears, and he clasped his hands over them. Marsh’s eyes went wide, and Empoleon ducked forward, letting out a shriek. “Move in with a take down, Magneton.” He called. He wasn’t planning on make contact; in fact, he wanted Magneton to get caught. Empoleon recovered, straightening up in time to catch Magneton mid-air. The two grappled, the smooth steel body of Magneton slipping from Empoleon’s frontal claws.
“Thunderbolt, now!” Inside Empoleons defenses, the attack landed. The pokemon screeched in agony, stepping back, angered. Marsh called an attack, and Magneton was pushed back, letting out beeps and metallic gurgles as the attack landed.
That was a flash cannon. Not good. Empoleon took damage but was barely phased by Magneton’s attack. Best try one more final- “Enough. Magneton, to me.” Kelsier, poised to call and attack, stopped short.
“What? I wasn’t finished.” “You didn’t need to finish.” Kelsier scowled, running up to Marsh, the rain falling faster. It was quickly soaking through his hoodie. “What did I do wrong this time?” “Nothing, actually. I’ll explain inside.” His brother turned on his heel, his Pokemon following faithfully. Kelsier stood for a moment, lips parted and brows knitted in confusion. He stepped forward, tripping over his toes as he followed his brother, glancing around as if anyone were standing in the rain to see that.
“I figured you’d bash against me endlessly with electric attacks. Your knowledge to Magnetons specific attacks and strengths, not to mention Empoleons, impressed me.” Marsh began speaking as Kelsier closed the door, stripping off his wet hoodie. “Metal sound, then take down to get into range and then thunderbolt was not something I expected.” Kelsier looked at his brother, expected a caveat. There always had to be something.
“I’m not going to insult you, Kell. You did well.” “Thanks, I guess.” Marsh leaned against a kitchen cabinet, and Kelsier, pausing for a moment in hestitation, went to get himself a glass of water. Glaceon hopped up on the counter, rubbing it’s face against him as he stood at the sink. He sat back down, feeling the chill of the water against the glass. Grounding himself.
“Where did you learn to battle like that?” Kelsier shrugged, turning to face Marsh. “I watched you.” Marsh studied him with those cold eyes of his, turning away. “I suppose.”
“Will you let me go, then?” Kelsier asked, tracing a pattern into the wooden grain of the table, not looking at his brother. He still upset over his earlier freeze, the embarassment of being caught fresh on his mind. “I can’t stop you. But if you want my approbation, you have it.” Kelsier looked up, surprised.
“You…think I can do it?” Marsh sighed, putting dishes away as he thought. “Sure.” He finally said. Kelsier sat back, crestfallen. A simple Yes, you can do it, Kell would be nice to hear. He sighed.
“I have to tell you that with tensions between the Kanto and Johto coalition, it may be wise to stay home.” Marsh spoke suddenly, freezing with hands on the cupboard drawers.
“Tensions?” Kelsier didn’t pay attention to politics. He knew something was going on, but had no idea of specifics. “The energy crisis coupled with the recent murder of a Kantonian official has things on edge.” Marsh turned, meeting his eyes. Kelsier looked away.
Ah. So that’s what they’d been talking about. He’d seen something on the television at the local diner he hung with Dox at, but they’d turned it the Hearthome Tag Team battles instead.
“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to stay here longer than I have too.” Marsh eyed him, and for a second it seemed as if his eyes turned downcast. “Is living with me that bad?” Kelsier didn’t respond immediately. He sipped his water, not wanting to respond. He felt like a child. “Yes. It’s hell, Marsh. You don’t understand, do you?” “I don’t understand because you never told me.” “I WAS THIRTEEN!” He slammed the glass on the table top. It spilled over, wetting his hands, and Glaceon flattened her ears to her head and scampered out of the room. “How the HELL was I suppose to go to a brother I hadn’t seen in a decade and tell him what I went through? You didn’t think to ask! You came home, angry that I dared to survive his abuse-.” He paused, chest heaving, anger spilling out. Marsh stared.
“I don’t want to see you. Ever again.” He tore his eyes away and ran from the room. Marsh called after him. Concerned? No. Marsh wasn’t concerned about anything but his damn Pokemon. His brother, who had went through hell at his own fathers hands, never mattered.
It took time for Kelsier to calm down. He managed to escape another episode by losing himself in maps and planning, staying up well into the night as he jotted down pokemon sightings on various routes. He nodded off, head against the heating duct that ran through his room, embracing the warmth it gave against the chilly fall air. A knock at his door startled him. He jolted awake, knocking his head against the metal.
“Kell? You awake?” “I am now.” He snarled. He pulled into his closet, wedging himself between the duct and the shelves that lined the interior. Marsh stepped in. Glaceon darted about his legs, finding Kelsier and immediatly sitting in his lap. He blinked, before petting her.
“I want to apologize. For what it’s worth.” Marsh began. He sat himself down on Kelsier’s bed. “Apologize? For being a terrible brother?” To his surprise, Marsh nodded. “It’s all I can do.” “…I guess you could try being better.” Marsh cracked a sardonic smile. Kelsier didn’t return it. He pulled deeper into his cubby, avoiding his brothers gaze.
“Planning your routes? You have any idea what Pokemon you’re going to choose as your first partner?” Avoiding the topic. Typical. Kelsier shook his head. “I have no idea. I guess I’ll choose what speaks to me.” “Choose Turtwig.” Marsh ordered. Marsh never advised. He ordered. “It’s the easiest to raise.” “Why? You have an Empoleon.” “Learn from my mistakes. It took me years to get Empoleon to listen to, and trust me, completely. They are stubborn, headstrong pokemon who will only follow trainers they deem worthy. Chimchar are similar; their line can be down right dangerous if in the wrong hands.” Marsh closed his eyes, taking a breath. Kelsier looked away. He still doesn’t believe I can do it…
“I’m not saying you can’t raise them. But that, for your first time, a Turtwig is a partner that you can depend on. They are smart, loyal, and grow to trust their trainers easily. Torterra is an incredible Pokemon with major offensive and defensive traits. If there is one piece of advice I can pass onto you…this is it.” Kelsier listened, unable to see his brother from within his cubby. Finally, he pulled himself out, straightening his shirt. Glaceon purred against his legs as he stood up, leanding against the shelves, his clothes pushed to the far edge.
“I guess I appreciate it. Can’t promise you anything though.” Marsh stared. His eyes were softer today, but they grew harder at his words. Annoyed, of course. When was Marsh not annoyed by Kelsier. He smirked.
“I…I think you’ll do fine.” Marsh spoke the words as if they were an effort to say. Kelsier didn’t believe them. He looked away, shaking blond hair out of his eyes. “Thanks. I guess.” “Get some rest. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.”
He did have a long day. He laid in bed, curled up in his usual ball, thinking about what he was going to do. Call the Pokemon Center. Ask if he could get a starter Pokemon. Go shopping. He had enough funds to get trip essentials. He’d earn more money by battling and winning. And then start out early the next day.
“By this time tomorrow I’ll my Pokemon.” He drifted off. It wasn’t really the Pokemon he was excited about. It was the chance to escape. Perhaps getting out of this house would help him recover.
The next day dawned, clear and bright, muddy from the last nights storm. He trudged his way towards the Pokemon Center, hopping over fences and stealing through backyards, picking up anything he thought might be useful. It wasn’t his fault if people just left valuables hanging around. A few Poke’dollars, left out to get wet in the rain? Why, they’d dry nicely. Pokeballs could be found easily, just lying around. People were careless with what they discarded all the time. Sure…maybe sometimes it wasn’t truly discarded, and was lost, but…Kelsier didn’t care to make that distinction. He picked up a wallet, pocketing the cash and tossing the rest aside. He supposed he could have returned it, but that wasn’t really his style.
The clock on the Pokemon Center’s front told it was 7:00 by the time Kelsier got there, having taken his time moving through the city. Built on a marsh and close to sea, Pastoria had quite a few breathtaking views he enjoyed stopping at when he could. His brother lived on a cliff, overlooking the city, and it was quite a hike down to sea level and the Pokemon Center. He entered through sliding glass doors, looking around. It being so early, most of the main lights were off.
“Hello? Nurse Joy?” He called. He stood, muddy boots and trouser cuffs dripping onto the mat at the doorway. He glanced down, grimacing. Shouldn’t have taken that muddy back alley short cut…He thought, heading towards the front desk. He looked around; he’d been here a few times with Marsh, but they’d always skipped the whole desk rigamarole. He looked over the desk; pens, pencils, plenty of paper with documents haphazardly placed hither and thither. A large streamlined monitor that was currently off. A video phone. Old model, by the look of it. A little bell.
He rang it. A loud chime sounded throughout the center, causing him to start and flush with embarrassment. He heard the tip tapping sound of heels on the linoleium floor, and spun, expecting to find Nurse Joy.
Only to find a Blissey. He blinked. “Uh. Blissey?” The Pokemon bowed, it’s voice akin to a windchime. “Is Nurse Joy available?” Blissey shook its head. Kelsier paused, thinking. “Uh…I’m here for my Pokemon. Left a message.” He didn’t add that it had been an hour ago. Blissey crossed to a monitor he hadn’t seen, its waddling gait amusing to watch. She pressed the screen, maneuvering the touch screen expertly as she pulled a wireless headset from a secret compartment and listened to it. She turned, her egg many feathery ornaments fluttered as she did so, eying him.
“So?” he asked, as she waddled back towards him. Blissey smiled, bowing, and raised a paw. Wait. It seemed to say. It waddled off. Kelsier sighed, leaning against the desk, hands in his jacket pocket. He hated waiting.
“I am so…” He heard a massive yawn. “So sorry! Blissey just told me you’re hear for your first Pokemon!” A woman popped around the corner, hair up in a tail, cartigan pulled over her shoulders. The women who ran Pokemon Centers didn’t have to be so pretty. He swallowed. “Uh, yeah. Sorry it’s so early.” “It’s-.” She yawned again, covering her mouth. “Understandable! Your name?” He gave her his name. She looked up at him, smiling brightly. He smiled back.
“You look nervous.” “I’m bit ashamed I rang that loud-ass bell, honestly.” He followed her into the backhall. “Especially since I’m not here for an emergency.” “It’s fine. That’s what it’s there for! Besides, I normally get up around 6; I guess I slept in today.” She turned a corner, took another right, and entered a large room. “This is our labratory.” He looked around. Centrifuges and monitors clung to every surface, and in the center, on a table top, sat three little Pokeballs, clustered together. “Why do you keep the starter Pokemon in the lab?” He asked. “Seems like a way to lose samples.” “We don’t usually.” She smiled. “I was running tests on them. Please don’t touch anything.” He kept his hands firmly in his pockets. The Pokeballs were all the same, with only slight differences between them.
“Do you ahve any idea which Pokemon you’re interested in?” She asked, picking one up. Kelsier paused. “I little. I’ve gotten some advice from my brother, but…” He looked at her. “I just want to go with what feels right.” She smiled. “That’s always the way, in my opinion. These Pokemon are rather feisty, just a fair warning. It’s good you’re a year older than most trainers on their first day.” He nodded. With that, she released the first of them. Piplup.
Piplup was a little, round Pokemon with a big blue head and bright, shiny eyes. It glared at him with abject disgust, and turned away, wings on it’s hips. He blinked. “He’s…like that.” She frowned. “I doubt he’ll ever find a trainer, no one can ever compare.” Kelsier shook his head. He didn’t want to fight with his partner. “I think I’ll pass.” She released Chimchar.
The Pokemon let out a screech and immediatly hid behind Nurse Joy, peering out from behind her legs. She shooed him away, speaking gently, but it simply hung onto her tighter. With a bright orange body and strong, dexterous hands, Kelsier had been interested in one. Not anymore. He again shook his head.
“Nah.” She smiled sadly, finally releasing Turtwig. It shook its head as it emerged from the ball, then stared at Kelsier from the table top. He gazed at it. It cocked its head, studying him. It let out a low long note, and stomped a solid foot on the surface of the table. Kelsier approached, amused.
“Well, you’re a little nicer than your friends.” It grunted again. “That little Turtwig is a female! She’s very curious.” He smiled, crouching down to eye level with the Turtwig. She promptly head butted him.
“Oh, my! I’m so sorry!” He heard her say. He grinned through the stars spinning about his eyes, clutching his head. “I…I don’t mind. Great Pokemon. I choose her.” He placed a hand on the Turtwigs head, patting her. She grunted with pleasure, eyes closed.
“That’s nice to see.” She handed her ball to Kelsier, who gazed at it, looking from it to Turtwig. She didn’t seem to want to go back in yet.
“You can stay out for a bit, Turtwig.” He smiled, picking her up. He followed Nurse Joy into the main foyer.
“You have a bit of paper work before you can leave, but after that, you’re all set.” She beamed at him. “I’m so happy you chose her! She’s fiesty, but very strong. Obedient too.” “I heard from my brother they make good first Pokemon.” He said, filling out the paperwork. Simple things; name, number, method of contact, age, and date. Emergency contact. Simple things, to track where the Pokemon were picked up. He’d have to file similar paperwork every time he visited a Pokemon Center in the future. It was how they tracked contagious Pokenotic diseases since the pandemic fifteen years ago that killed billions of Pokemon world wide.
“They do! The males tend to be easier to raise, but the females, in my opinion, are smarter!” She let out a giggle. “Females tend to be rare in the Torterra line; but they live much longer lives. You’ll have her the rest of your life!” He finished, looking up at her. “How long to males live?” “Oh, around eighty years. Females can live upwards of two-hundred.” He smiled, sheepish. “Best put her in your will!” She winked.
“Please feel free to stop by if you ever come home! We’re here to help!” She waved goodbye, and Kelsier, Turtwig tucked under one arm, left the center.
Hey all. Thanks for reading this short. I’ve been steadily working out the bones at work, and I plan to continue it a bit, as this entire thing with Kelsier’s PTSD is very interesting to me and I enjoy working with a character that has some major psychological damage. Mare will not be present, nor will the rest of the crew, but the Turtwig is going to be named Vin and Mauve will be around. The website bulbapedia is a great resource to look up pictures of the various Pokemon I listed, if you are unfamiliar, or a simple google image search :)
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[ID: a four-panel meme of various characters from the ice age movie series. the top left panel is captioned “Regular Couple” and shows scrat and scratte, who are two squirrels holding a nut in between them. they are positioned so their tails make a heart shape. the top right panel is captioned “Yaoi Couple”, and shows diego the saber tooth tiger and sid the sloth. diego is grabbing a distressed-looking sid by the neck. the bottom left panel is captioned “Yuri Couple” and shows jennifer and rachel, who are two female sloths. the bottom right panel is captioned “I See No Difference / Love Is Love” and has a picture of roshan the ice age baby, who is smiling at the viewer. /end ID]
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SDAU, The Twins, Chapter 4
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings:  a/b/o dynamics, mentions of knotting, mentions of marking up/clawing/scratching, blood, aggressive mating rituals
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Curtis growled as he dropped Adriana onto the bed.  She looked at him, eyes wide; the scent of her slick driving him nearly feral as it wrapped around him.  The young tigress growled in response, and it caused Curtis to stop and stare at her.  He was surprised at how she seemed to be pushing right back at him. 
“You’re mine.”
He narrowed his eyes at her and he stepped forward until his frame towered over hers.  Then he bent down so that he hovered over her, and he grabbed her by the hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed.  Her growling stopped when she felt his erection straining against his jeans, pushing against her core.
“That’s it, mega,” he cooed.  She stared him down as his hands gripped her waist and he grinded his jean covered crotch against her dampened core, “respond to your alpha.  Let him know that you need his knot…like a good little slut.”
But then she growled again, and Curtis found himself confused when she swiped at him and hissed. 
“I’m not a slut,” she hissed, swiping at him again, “I don’t go around fucking everyone.  You smell like them.  I’m your omega…not them…”
Curtis frowned, his inner bear upset that his omega was giving him the signals that she wanted him, but also softly rejecting him.  His hands slid from her waist, and he leaned back to his full height, suddenly angry at his conflicting emotions, “well what did you expect me to do, huh?  You ditched me…you rejected your alpha…because of what?  You’re some scared little girl…I needed my omega…and where was she?  RUNNING SCARED!”
She whimpered, looking away, and Curtis was quick to grab her jaw.
“Answer me, mega…why did you run away, huh?” he growled, “because good girls that want their alpha don’t run!  They don’t run off like you did.  Do you really want me? Because I’m not going to let you just play with me!”
“I-I was scared…” she muttered softly, admitting that Curtis was right.  He growled and she tried to look away.  But Curtis held her jaw firmly.  She hissed again and swiped at his wrist when he didn’t let her go.  He growled, pulling away, noticing that it wasn’t just an innocent swipe. She’d done a partial shift, so his wrist was bleeding lightly from the scratch marks. 
Curtis growled once again, tossing her back away from him and onto the bed, “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Y-you’re cornering me,” she replied nervously.  Curtis noticed she was fully into her partial shift, her tail twitching nervously behind her, “b-big cats react differently when we’re cornered then a bear would.”
While he wanted to be mad, he really couldn’t be.  There was a very large part of him that was getting turned on over the fact that his sweet looking omega was a little aggressive, and a little bit violent.  It made his heart beat just a little bit faster as more adrenaline flooded into him. 
“You’re acting like you don’t want me, mega.”
“I do!”
But before he could yell at her, she was already back on her knees, pulling him towards her.  Their lips collided, and Curtis was taken by surprise.  His little omega mate was taking control and taking what she wanted.  And it was just yet another thing that turned Curtis on.
“Mega…”
“Shut up,” she hissed, breaking the kiss long enough so that she could scent him.  Curtis felt the little tigress start purring as she nuzzled against his scent gland and along his throat, sending a signal to any other person that might be interested that Curtis belonged to her.  He felt a rumble brewing in his chest as she pulled him down to the bed, flipping them so that she straddled his hips.  His rumble erupted from his throat as she grinded down against his crotch, “mine…mine, alpha.  Only mine.   Only mine!”
“No…you’re mine, little omega,” he replied as he kept holding her where she was so that she continued to grind down on him.  She growled at him, her claws coming back out, and she scratched down his chest.  He shuddered, pushing her off of him when she’d clawed through his shirt, marking his chest up, “what the fuck are you doing?”
But she was gone.  He could see by the look in her eyes that his little mate was feral from having smelled so many other omegas in what she viewed as her territory, with her alpha.  She had a gold ring around the rim of her eyes.  She crawled back to him, a purr in her throat, “Alpha…mine…my alpha…my mate.”
“Kitten, you need to-“
She hissed at him when he went to touch her, swiping at him once more, “No.  You need to listen to me.”
He was, yet again, taken aback from her abrupt attitude change.  Her new aggression was only turning him on more as he grabbed her and flipped them so that she was beneath him, “I’m the alpha.  You listen to me, mega.”
She went to swipe at him again, but he caught her hand and flipped her over.  She hissed against his pillows, but it only made him smirk, knowing that he finally had control of the situation and of her. 
“Let me go.”
“No mega,” he growled against her ear as he ground his crotch into her ass, “I let you play for a second, but it’s time that you understand who’s in charge…I’m your alpha.  I’m your mate.  You listen to me.”
She hissed once more, but it was immediately cut off when he grabbed both of her hands in one of his large one, while the other hand ripped her panties away and plunged two fingers into her dripping wet core.  She yelped, but it quickly turned into a purr as he scissored the two large fingers inside of her virgin channel.  Her body was responding, and a fresh wave of slick scented the room.  Soon, she was wiggling against him, her hips riding the digits. 
“That’s right, little omega…learn who owns you,” he growled against her ear once more, “learn who owns that tight little cunt.  I want to hear you say it.  Who owns this perfect little kitty?”
“My alpha,” she repeated, riding his fingers.  He pulled them away and she started whimpering, needing the friction.  She started growling at him, and he reached forward to slap her clit.  She hissed at him, “FUCK!”
“Be patient little tigress,” he replied.  She heard the zipper of his jeans and she purred once more, attempting to roll her hips backwards in an attempt to feel his length against her.  He let go of her hands to remove his jeans and she rolled her hips back again, presenting for him, “that’s right baby…present for your alpha…I’m going to pull you apart, you naughty little tigress.”
He smacked her ass and she yelped. 
“Alpha…”
“Shhh,” Curtis cooed, his large hand massaging her ass while his other guided his cock towards her dripping core, “your alpha is going to take care of you, ‘mega…gonna knot that little cunt and show you who owns you…”
She purred, wiggling her ass at him.  He rumbled happily as his head pushed into her. 
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Curtis watched his little omega, her canines pinching his forearm as her glowing eyes stared into his own cool blue pools.  She was purring on top of him, her upper half resting against his, while her legs remained splayed on either side of him, his knot buried deep in her cunt.  She was perfectly content and had been ever since they first fucked their aggressions away.  It took a few days before other women were allowed in the house, but she was at least under control now.
“Mate…you’re wearing me out,” he chuckled, watching the blissed-out expression on her face.  She smiled on his forearm, not releasing her grip as her hands kneaded his side, this time without claws; much to Curtis’ happiness.  He flinched slightly when her hands worked their way more towards his hips, sliding over the deep cuts on his abdomen, “shit…if you do this every time, I might get you de-clawed.”
It was supposed to be a joke, but she looked at him with sad eyes.  Her purring stopped and she bit down a little harder on his arm.  He yelped and she retracted her canines ever so slightly.
“I’m joking baby,” he chuckled.  The pain on his arm made his cock twitch, and while the knot had started to deflate, she wiggled around, getting him more worked up as his cock began to get hard again inside of her.  His eyes widened, “shit…baby…no…not again…I’m pretty sure you’ve shown every woman on Greek row that I belong to you by the scent of sex alone…my cock needs a break…”
She growled lightly and Curtis shot her a glare. 
“NO.” he said firmly.  She whimpered, letting go of his arm and Curtis melted as she yelped when she pulled herself off his cock, his knot catching on her omega’s ridge.  She laid down beside him in his bed but faced away from him.  Curtis frowned, “baby…don’t be like that.  Trust me…I wouldn’t stop you if I didn’t need a break.  But we’ve been fucking for days…and classes start tomorrow.”
“You don’t love me, mate,” she huffed, not bothering to look at him.  Curtis felt the sadness across the bond, and it was enough to break his cold heart, “alpha doesn’t want to fill me.”
“You know that’s not true,” Curtis growled, “Baby, i-“
“Alpha doesn’t want me,” she sighed, sitting up.  She went to get out of his bed, but Curtis wrapped his arms around her waist, “Curtis-“
“You’re mine,” he said firmly.  Her breath hitched in her throat, and he leaned forward, nuzzling her neck.  His tongue laved over the fresh mating mark, and she shivered, “I wouldn’t have knotted you this much if I didn’t love you, mega.  Wouldn’t have spent your whole heat with you and brought you back from being feral if I didn’t.  Wouldn’t have marked you…wouldn’t have banned other women from even showing up at the house if I didn’t love you.  I’m exhausted, omega.”
“You love me?”
“Of course, I do,” he reaffirmed, “you’re just really…really rough baby.  It was a joke when I said I’d have you declawed.  You just need to not get so aggressive when it comes to scratching me up…”
“Want the whole world to know your mine,” she said firmly as she gave him the doe eyes, “you own me…but I own you too.”
“You don’t think the mark does that?” he joked playfully as he touched her neck.  She sighed and turned around so that she was sitting in his lap, in his arms, “look…we’re fine…I just need a break.  As much as I would love for my knot to stay buried in you twenty-four seven, I need to rest…”
She giggled. 
“What?” he laughed, his hand stroking her cheek, “jeez…never thought I’d ask for a break from sex…you push my limits, little mate.”
“I love you, Curtis.”
He smiled, nuzzling his nose with her own, a universal sign of love and admiration between bears, “I love you too, Adriana.”
Chapter 5
Tag List:  @infatuatedjanes, @lohnes16, @dontbescaredtosingalong
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voyagerprobe · 2 years
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when she pulls out the scrat tail plug
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puccafangirl · 2 years
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I can't believe it took me this long to draw a picture of Scrat and Scratte's tails intertwining??? What is wrong with me fskadljglkjh-
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Ice Age rewatch/review/recap/analysis/observations
So four nights ago I watched Ice Age on Disney +.
I haven’t seen it in six and a half years.
While watching it, I just had to recap the whole movie and point out all these observations. Let’s begin, shall we?
Warning: SUPER LONG POST ahead
In very ancient times, a little saber-toothed squirrel known as Scrat is traveling across an icy landscape with an acorn, his only food. He’s desperate to keep it safe, so what does he do?
Haul it into the ice, that’s what. Little does he know that this action causes a massive crack in the ice that eventually results in two huge glaciers colliding into each other.
Still desperate to hold onto his only food, he slides through the glaciers as they ram into each other and barely makes it out alive, only to fall far, far into yet another landscape.
By cartoon logic, he survives a fall that would’ve definitely killed him in real life. He happily caresses his acorn and gets ready to head south with it when an enormous animal foot steps on him, taking it up with him, much to his dismay.
Meanwhile, a whole bunch of prehistoric animals are migrating south for the winter.
Some tapir kids (apparently these ancient tapirs are called “starts”) are literally pretending to drown in mud when their dad comes and tells them they can “play extinction later.” The kids reluctantly agree and leave the mud pit.
Then comes along a woolly mammoth heading north, of all directions, in the heavy traffic. He seems not to pay attention to anything until a start demands him to “move his issues off the road.”
And now for this iconic character’s very first line-”If my trunk was that small, I wouldn’t draw attention to myself, pal.” He moves along indifferently. 
Elsewhere, a sloth named Sid is waking up to find that his family abandoned him yet again. He resigns himself to traveling alone when he makes the mistake of stepping into glyptodont poop. 
Two rhinos are about to enjoy a green salad when Sid comes along and ruins it. On top of all that, he eats a delicious dandelion, apparently the last one of the season.
This really sets the rhinos off. 
They’re preparing to take their wrath out on Sid when the latter runs into Manfred the mammoth. When the rhinos make it clear that they want to kill Sid, Manny comes to his defense and successfully defeats the rhinos.
Grateful for the deed, Sid is about to leave on his own again when the rhinos threaten him from the cliff above, hence he decides he’s going to stick with this grouchy yet formidable mammoth, just in case. Manny learns the hard way that Sid can’t keep his mouth shut.
Meanwhile, in a camp of humans, Runar, the leader of the tribe, is playing with his baby son, Roshan, unaware that on a cliff above, a pack of smilodons is waiting.
Soto, the leader of the pack, is furious. The humans killed half his pack and how wear their skins to keep warm. 
And here’s where we meet Diego, a sinister-hearted warrior. He agrees with his leader on revenge. 
“Let’s show that human what happens when he messes with sabers.”
And, wow, you can hear the intensity just seething through his voice to the brim. We owe his voice actor Denis Leary for fitting the role like a glove.
Anyway, he is ordered to bring the human baby alive. After all, if Soto is going to enjoy his revenge, he wants it to be fresh.
Night is falling and Manny and Sid are preparing to make shelter. Manny is adept at the job, but Sid, not so much. Sometime later, it’s dark and raining. Manny is sheltered from the storm in his, well, shelter while Sid is out in the rain. He rambles to Manny about how his family abandoned him. He then asks Manny if he has family, to which Manny doesn’t answer but simply turn his back on, the first sign that he’s...hiding something. Sid just nonchalantly insists that they talk later then it begins to hail. With no shelter of his own, Sid hides under Manny’s tail.
The next morning, the sabers attack the human camp. Runar and his men fight back. Meanwhile, Diego creeps into one of the tents. Seeing the baby asleep, he prepares to take it, but the baby’s mother, Nadia, hits him with a club and flees the camp with her son.
Diego chases her until he corners her at a cliff. With no other option besides the saber getting them both, Nadia jumps over a waterfall.
Back at the camp, the other sabers are unable to find the baby, so Soto orders the pack out. He demands Diego where the baby is, and once he learns that he lost the baby, he makes a new plan to meet up at Half Peak with the baby. “And it better be alive.” Diego heads off in one direction while the rest of the pack heads off in another.
Traversing through a grove of apple trees, Manny and Sid are arguing about mating. Manny firmly believes that if you find a mate in life, you should be loyal, whereas Sid thinks mating for life is stupid. Their argument comes to an end with an unexpected sight at the bank of a stream: a human woman, weak and on the verge of death, clutching a bundle.
She manages to grip on to a fallen tree and pushes the bundle up toward the mammoth and sloth. Manny wraps his trunk around the bundle. Seeing this lifesaving act, Nadia smiles gratefully and lowers her head. 
Soon enough, the baby wakes up and Sid points out with amazement that he’s okay. But when he looks back at the stream, the baby’s mother is gone.
Manny turns around and walks away. Sid reprimands him for just leaving the baby, and Manny remarks, ”I’m still trying to get rid of the last thing I saved.” Sid finds smoke at the top of a cliff and knows that they baby’s people must be up there. Manny angrily refuses to go with him, so Sid decides that he’s going to do the task himself and tries in vain to scale the steep cliff.
During the unsuccessful attempt, the baby falls out of his blanket and is caught mid-fall by none other than Diego. Manny, however, gets the baby back. 
After appearing naturally threatening, Diego composes himself and insists that the “pink thing” is his. Sid retorts that the pink thing belongs to him and Manny.
“You two are bit of an odd couple.”
Diego, obviously lying, claims that he was returning the baby to his people. Manny knows better than to turn the baby over to a vicious smilodon warrior, which leaves him with no other choice but to return the baby with Sid.
They scale the cliff, only to find that the camp has been abandoned. Somehow, Diego can tell that the humans left the morning and knows where they went. Manny realizes that he’ll need Diego’s tracking skills to find the humans, so he reluctantly lets Diego come along. However, he makes sure that he and Sid hold on to the baby.
Diego’s threatening side shows through when he warns Sid that one day, when Manny’s no longer around to protect him, he’ll be chewing on his back.
The journey is tough, to say the least. Roshan begins crying nonstop no matter how much Sid tries to calm him down. That’s when Manny points out that the baby is wearing a diaper (or, as Manny puts it, “one of those baby thingies”). He then orders Sid to check the baby’s diaper.
Sid, acting disgusted, does so, and pretends to slip, loosing grip of the diaper, which lands on Manny’s trunk. Disgusted, Manny flings it off, only to find that it was clean all along. Still, Roshan keeps crying. That’s when Diego decides to take it upon himself to try calming the baby down by playing peek-a-boo.
“Where’s the baby...there he is. Where’s the baby...THERE HE IS!!”
Of course, having a smilodon play peek-a-boo with him only makes Roshan cry harder. Manny reprimands Diego for scring the baby when the baby’s stomach rumbles, a dead giveaway of the real problem. Manny suggests they find milk for him. The only problem is, there’s none around. Fortunately, they spot a melon nearby. But when they try to grab it, a dodo grabs it.
That’s when they come across what’s basically a dodo doomsday cult.
“Prepare for the Ice Age.”
“Protect the dodo way of life.”
“Survival separates the dodos from the beasts.”
They ask the dodos as politely as possible if they can have the melon back, but the dodos refuse, insisting that the three melons they have are their private stockpile for the Ice Age, which will apparently force them underground for millions of years in order to survive. Manny points out how weird it is to have just three melons in order to fulfill such an endeavor.
The dodos think they’re in the right.
“Doom on you. Doom on you. Doom on you.”
This part was legit hilarious XD
The trio retrieves the melon. Panicking, the dodos order each other to retrieve the melon. In other words, “Tae Kwon Dodos.”
But the Tae Kwon Dodos aren’t as competent as they think. One melon goes over a cliff, after which several dodos follow, apparently too dumb to remember that they can’t fly. Among the dead is their last female (no wonder they’re doomed). Another melon falls into a broiling water pit, which a few unfortunate dodos also fall into. 
Sid gets the last melon, but is cornered by squadrons of dodos. Determined to feed the baby, he fights his way through the dodos, successfully outsmarting them. He does a victory dance and promptly smashes the melon on the ground. Disgusted, Diego points out that they’ll have to find more food, but Roshan happily eats the melon right there. Mission accomplished. 
Later that night, Sid decides to find a meal befitting a conquering hero. He finds an acorn and happily accepts it as a worthy meal, only to get attack by a highly protective Scrat, who fiercely defends his rightful meal.
It’s bedtime for the travelers and Sid chooses to sleep on a rock. But instead of falling asleep peacefully and quietly, Sid remains conscious and even beatboxes.
Lesson learned-never trust Sid as a roommate.
Eventually, though, Manny and Sid do fall asleep. Diego, having pretended to fall asleep, opens his eyes, which give an ethereal green glow in the darkness of the night. He tries to get the baby, but Manny’s trunk tightens around the baby protectively. Then he hears something in the bushes and bounds right up, tackling his packmate Zeke. Oscar, another packmate, is also there and reminds him that Soto’s getting tired of waiting. Diego tells them to tell Soto that he’s not just bringing the baby, but a mammoth as well.
The others are excited about the prospect of eating a mammoth and try to attack then and there, but Diego stops them, reminding them that they’ll need the whole pack to take the mammoth down. When the other sabers leave, he returns to his place and falls asleep. 
The next morning, Manny wakes up to find the baby gone from his trunk. After demanding Diego where the baby is, they both realize that Sid must have taken him without their knowledge. Sid is showing Roshan off to two female sloths in a hot mud bath and they find the baby adorable. Sid claims to have saved the baby from sabers, which impresses the ladies.
Before long, Manny comes and removes Roshan from the tub. After begging Manny that he needs the baby, Manny quips, “What, a good-looking guy like you?” and puts the baby down on a thick tree branch. Sid swaggers back to the tub, only to find that the female sloths are gone, with Frank and Carl in their place. Sid promptly screams in terror. 
Meanwhile, Manny rants about Sid and Diego and points out how non-threatening this human baby is. Just then, Roshan hugs Manny’s trunk, and for a brief moment we can see Manny’s soft side show through and how he’s starting to become fond of Roshan. Then the softness wears off and Manny angrily asks the baby if his trunk looks like a petting zoo. Then Roshan pulls out a few of Manny’s trunk hairs, causing Manny great pain. Annoyed, Manny puts Roshan in time-out on a tree branch.
Sid is fleeing the rhinos when he runs into Diego. Thankful for his, he pretends out loud that Diego is attacking him and begs Diego to put him in his mouth. When Diego refuses, Sid bites the saber, which definitely convinces Diego that Sid deserves to be in his mouth. When the rhinos arrive, Sid is caught in Diego’s mouth and hangs limp and still. The rhinos smell Sid and his unpleasant smell is strong enough to fool them. Angrily, they leave, believing that the saber took away their fun. 
Sid, relieved to have survived the rhino’s wrath, tells Diego to let go, which he doesn’t. Manny arrives and tells Diego to spit Sid out because they don’t know where he’s been. They head off once more on their journey.
Cue the “Send Me On My Way” sequence.
Here we get to see some splice-of-life shenanigans with the characters. First, Sid and Roshan get into a poking match that gets out of hand. Then we see Sid end up on a geyser. Manny and Diego count down from 3 to 1 until Sid gets shot up. This one moment shows the beginning of a brotherly bond between the two.
Sid throws a snowball at Manny and blames it on Roshan.
“Modern architecture. It’ll never last.”
Then we see the herd cross paths with Scrat, whom they ask for directions. Though Scrat doesn’t talk, it is shown here that he does understand spoken language. Manny asks if he’s seen any humans, which Scrat hasn’t. Then comes the world’s first game of charades. Scrat manages to get it across to the trio that he saw a pack, but when he tries to tell them that he saw a pack of sabers, the trio gets confused. Eventually, Diego flicks the squirrel away.
Later on, Sid throws another snowball at Manny and this time Roshan points at Sid. Sid pays for it big-time.
A little while later, Diego spots human footprints and then the humans. Not wanting to let the others see them, he finds a crevice running through a nearby glacier. He tells the others, but Manny doesn’t trust the idea. Diego temps him, saying, “This time tomorrow, you could be a free mammoth.” Freedom sounds like a good idea to Manny, so he reluctantly agrees. Sid, however, is skeptical and opts to choose life, only to be reminded sternly by Diego that the shortcut means life. When he asks the saber if he’s threatening him, Diego snaps, “Move, sloth!” in a loud, echoing voice.
Big mistake. The reverberation causes an avalanche above them, which leaves them with no other choice but to rush into the shortcut. 
As they travel through the icy caverns, Sid gets separated from the others and comes across what we as the Ice Age fandom should rightfully dub the “Hall of Foreshadowing.” A sharp-toothed piranha-like fish, a huge, menacing dinosaur, a sloth evolution, and finally a UFO. He hurries to catch up with the others.
Without the others noticing, Roshan slips off Manny’s back and onto a slippery overhang. The next thing they know, Roshan is shooting straight past them on an ice slide. Seconds later, he has sailed into a tunnel out of sight. 
The trio immediately takes off after him. An epic slide chase ensues, with Sid making a Titanic reference at one point.
In the end, they all make it out of the ordeal alive, with Diego eagerly exclaiming, “Who’s up for round two?” Manny and Sid aren’t eager to repeat the experience, so they all hurry off. 
In awe they find themselves in a huge cavern with human cave paintings covering the walls and ceiling. Intricate drawings depict prehistoric beasts of all sorts, including vicious smilodons chasing after their antelope prey. Sid notices a lack of sloths in the drawings and complains about it. 
Now here we come to one of the most emotional and profound parts of the move.
Sid is the one to find a drawing of a mammoth. He points out how much it looks like Manny. Manny at first thinks Sid is kidding, but Sid continues, “He’s happy. Look, he’s playing with his kid. That’s your problem. That’s what mammoths are supposed to do. Find a she-mammoth, have a little baby mammoth-” but Diego interrupts him. Manny is standing perfectly still in front of the painting with wide, sad brown eyes. “Sid,” Diego urges, “shut up.”
Sid then finally understands what Diego is trying to tell him. 
And here the flashback begins. In stylized hand-drawn animation, a young mammoth calf is playing with his parents peacefully. His parents lovingly embrace each other. Their calf trots off, then abruptly turns around, followed by a band of human hunters. The calf’s mother runs off protectively with him while other hunters surround Manny with spears. Manny survives the attack, but his mate and calf are cornered under a cliff and showered with stones to their death. Manny roars. An agonized, devastated roar bearing witness to something that will haunt him for the rest of his life. 
Feels feels feels!
Back in the present, there is complete silence in the cave. Manny reaches his trunk out to touch the painting of his lost only child. Just as his trunk touches the image, it bumps into Roshan’s tiny hand. Roshan looks up at Manny with innocent eyes, his arms held out awaiting a hug. Manny scoops him up with his trunk and, eyes brimming with tears, holds him close. After losing own baby, he’s more determined than ever to keep this one sage.
Putting the baby on his back, Manny leaves the cave without a word, followed by Sid. Diego lingers for a moment longer and we a glimpse of the process of him changing for the better. He thinks of the pain the human hunters caused Manny. He knows he’s planning to do the same to Roshan’s family.
Meanwhile, the humans are still searching the snow-covered valley for Roshan. The domesticated wolves tracking Roshan have lost his scent, and Runar realizes that it might be time to give up the search.
After the animals have left the cave, they catch a glimpse of Half-Peak. They know that they’re almost at Glacier Pass, where the humans are headed. Sid stands still for a moment and looks down at his feet, suddenly noticing that the snow-covered land beneath his feet feels awfully warm, which he points out.
Diego and Manny dismiss the warning, but Sid isn’t kidding. To make matters worse, he can hear rumbling from under his feet. Suddenly, a blast of hot lava explodes from beneath the ice. Fountains of molten earth burst forth at a rapid pace. It melts the snow, leaving large lakes in its place. The ground beneath the animals’ feet is quickly disappearing.
They immediately high-tail it out of there as fast as they can. As they try to make their way to more safe and solid ground, a section of ice between Diego and Sid melts away and the saber is left on an island of his own. Quickly he leaps to the larger mound that holds Manny and Sid. Manny kicks Sid onto safe ground then jumps after Sid.
Diego leaps out and tries to join them, but misses his mark and lands on a crumbling bridge. He desperately digs his claws into the surface and struggles to pull himself up. Manny hands Roshan to Sid and races back to the bridge to help Diego. He urges Diego to old on, but Diego can’t. His claws begin to slip. Manny stretches his trunk as far as he can to Diego, who digs his claws into the trunk. As Manny winces in pain, the ice begins the crack beneath him. He manages to fling Diego onto solid ground, saving him from the boiling lava lakes. But this doesn’t come without a price.
The bridge breaks beneath Manny and with a forlorn trumpet he falls, disappearing from sight. But in no time at all another explosion of lava hurls him into the air. He falls and lands motionless on the ground. 
Sid races to Manny’s side, desperately begging him to wake up. Manny replies in a small, weak voice, “You’re standing on my trunk.” Sid lifts his foot and Manny gasps heavily. Sid is relieved that Manny is okay, but Diego is confused.
“Why did you do that? You could’ve died trying to save me.”
Manny simply replies, “That’s what you do in a herd. You look out for each other.”
Diego is thankful but uncomfortable. And here we see yet another glimpse of Diego’s developing redemption arc. He reflects silently on how no one in his pack has ever done anything like that for him. It has always been every saver for himself. This selfless act is starting to change everything for him and how he views others. 
Sid jokes that they’re the weirdest herd he’s ever seen.
Meanwhile, Diego’s pack some malicious plans of their own. Zeke is very excited to be getting his claws on a mammoth and plans how he’s going to do it. Soto, however, gives the pack a little lesson on how to do it, using Lenny, a plump scimitar cat, as an example. This shows the contrast between the pack’s ruthlessness and the herd’s selflessness. 
The herd has found a place to rest, and Sid takes it upon himself to put sloths on the wall using a piece of chalk. Manny takes the piece of chalk and, at Diego’s insistence, makes the sloth rounder. Sid gets the piece of chalk back to scratch the drawing off when sparks fly off the wall, landing on nearby twigs and kindling a fire.
Shortly later, Sid, the self-proclaimed Lord of the Flame, gets his tail on fire, but Diego manages to put it out. After bickering with each other, the two notice that Roshan is beginning to walk. Sid is thrilled and tries to get the baby to come to him, but the baby goes to Diego instead. Diego encourages the baby to keep practicing. After this, Manny takes the baby to put him to bed. As he prepares to sleep, Sid and Diego reflect on all that Manny has done for them, how he risked his life for them and is overall a good guy.
With everyone else asleep, Diego lingers awake a while longer, deep in thought. His mission was to bring the baby alive to Soto in an act of revenge. But after learning about Manny’s tragic past and being saved at nearly the cost of Manny’s life, he’s having second thoughts. He looks over at Half-Peak looming in the distance and ponders silently if he really wants to go through with this.
Once the herd is asleep, a certain familiar squirrel brings his frozen acorn over to the fire to thaw it. At first he thinks he’s succeeded, but the heat turns the acorn into a piece of popcorn, much to his chagrin. Again, cartoon logic.
The next day, the herd is on the move again, with Sid cleaning up Roshan. Diego keeps a nervous eye out for the other sabers. How can he possibly go through with his plan to lead the others into a trap after everything Manny has done for him? He insists that maybe they shouldn’t do this because if they save the baby, he’ll grow up to be a hunter. Sid says that since they saved him, he won’t hunt them. Diego quips that in that case, the baby will grow fur and a long, skinny neck and call Sid Mama. He then lets Manny and Sid get ahead of him as he tries to figure out what to do.
Suddenly he sees flashes of saber fur on the next hill. He warns Manny and Sid to get down immediately. When Sid asks what’s going on, Diego admits with sincere regret that an ambush is waiting for them. Manny angrily accuses him of setting them up and pins to the wall with his tusks. Diego apologizes, but Manny doesn’t believe him, saying with rage, “You’re not. Not yet.”
Now here we can see regret and a real change of heart emitting from Diego’s very core. Manny is willing to kill him, and it’s implied that Diego is willing to die then and there to make up for his wrongdoings. 
He still has a chance to make up for it in another way. He tells Manny that he can help them if they simply trust him. When Manny asks why they would trust him, Diego looks him straight in the eye and answers, “Because I’m your only chance.” 
Turns out that Diego’s right. Sid and Manny will have to follow his orders and hope for the best. The hide quietly as the saber rejoins his pack. Soto orders his pack not to give away their positions until they see the mammoth. Soto’s directions don’t fit in with Diego’s plans, so he encourages Zeke to get them immediately as soon as Zeke sees Sid with the baby. Zeke does so with the others following close behind him, against Soto’s orders.
Zeke chases the sloth, who escapes as fast as he can. A pair of tree branches comes to his aid by functioning as skis. One of them falls off, but Sid uses the remaining one as a snowboard, whisking down the slope until he falls headfirst into a snowdrift, sending Roshan flying into the air. Soto grabs the bundle and turns it over, only to find that Roshan isn’t there. In his place is a decoy made of snow. 
Meanwhile, Sid goes to retrieve the real Roshan, hidden in a tree. Zeke follows behind him and leaps at them, but Sid ducks in time to avoid the attack. Zeke lands headfirst in the tree hole. Sid cheerfully jumps on Zeke, pushing him farther into the tree, proclaiming, “Survival of the fittest. I don’t think so!”
Oscar and Lenny are headed straight toward Sid, but Manny holds a large lava spike in his tusks. He swings it and whacks the sabers off the edge. Diego appears from around a bend and Soto orders him to bring Manny down. But Diego blocks the way and firmly orders, “Leave the mammoth alone.”
Soto is confused, then understands that Diego deceived him. He snarls, “Fine. I’ll take you down first.” He leaps toward Diego. The two sabers tussle for a moment, then Soto sends Diego reeling with a punch. Soto turns back to Manny, with Lenny and Oscar on their paws and waiting to help. Manny backs away from the sabers and smacks into a rock wall, trapped. 
Soto chargers toward Manny, but before he can reach him, Diego leaps up to protect Manny, then falls to the ground. Although he’s growing very weak, Diego finds the strength to fight back against Soto. Then Manny’s trunk lashes out at Soto, pushing against the side of the icy mountain. Above Soto some enormous icicles hang from the mountain’s edge. They loose from the impact and fall directly onto Soto.
Here’s where Blue Sky Studios gets away with some, er, off-screen violence.
Manny turns and gives a rumbling growl at the two remaining sabers, scaring them away. Sid happily exclaims, “We did it!”, but the joy is short-lived when they spot Diego lying injured in the snow. 
Now here we come to yet another one of the most emotional and profound parts of the movie. 
Diego breathes weakly and whispers, “We were some team, huh?” Manny insists that they’re still a team. Diego weakly apologizes for everything, showing that he genuinely has changed for the better. Then, despite Sid’s desperate insistence that he can pull through, he solemnly announces that they’ll have to leave him there. If the humans get to the pass, they’ll never catch up with them. 
“You didn’t have to do that,” Manny tells him gratefully but sadly. “That’s what you do in a herd,” the saber repeats.
Roshan reaches out and and hugs Diego hard. Diego tells the baby that he has to be strong, that he has to take care of Manfred and Sid, especially Sid. Then Manny pulls Roshan, who gropes toward Diego like a blind beggar, away and puts him on his back. For a while, the remaining herd members linger solemnly over their fallen warrior friend. Then they reluctantly leave him, knowing that it’s time to give Roshan back to his people.
Feels, feels EVERYWHERE!!!!!
Manny spots the humans just as they’re about to enter Glacier Pass. Runar places Roshan’s necklace on a mound of snow as a shrine to his lost wife and son before rejoining his men. Suddenly, Manny and Sid are standing before them. Unaware of the formidable-looking mammoth’s intentions, Runar lifts his spear in defense. Manny grabs the spear with his trunk and tosses it to the ground. The other humans charge toward the mammoth, ready to attack. Then Manny reaches behind his head, grabbing Roshan. Stunned, Roshan signals for his men to fall back.
Manny hands Roshan to his father and watches the emotional reunion of father and son. With their mission complete, it is time for Manny and Sid to be on their way. But Roshan squeals and squirms for his father to put him down. He waddles over to Sid and Manny for a final hug.
“Don’t forget about us, okay?” Sid asks.
Manny promises to never forget about him. He hands the baby back to his father. Runar, with a grateful smile on his face, takes the necklace from the snow and drapes it on one of Manny’s tusks as a special thank-you gift.
Sid, practically sobbing, calls his goodbyes again as he watches Runar and Roshan grow smaller and smaller in the distance. Then he notices the baby covering his eyes and playing peek-a-boo. Sid plays along, trying to smile. 
“That’s right! Where’s the baby?”
Manny tells Sid it’s time to head south. As the humans vanish over the hill, Manny turns-and freezes in his tracks, eyes wide. Diego is limping toward them. Roshan, seeing Diego one last time, does “peek-a-boo,” and, with a gentle smile on his face, Diego does it back.
Feels feels feels!
Sid says, “Bye,” one last time. Then behind him, a familiar voice tells him, “Save your breath, Sid. You know humans can’t talk.”
Sid whirls around, his face lighting up with joy that Diego is okay somehow.
“Nine lives, baby.”
Sid runs to him and tackles him playfully. Manny happily wanders over and offers the saber a lift. Diego declines the offer, insisting that he’s got to save whatever dignity he has left. Sid takes up the offer, which Manny generously grants him, while he cheerfully rambles on about how this will be the best winter migration ever.
All three of them head south. This special herd is together once again, having all been brought together as a found family and changed forever for the better by one very special baby. Little do they know about all the future adventures in store for them.
Twenty-thousand years later in modern times, a tiny chunk of ice is floating in the ocean. It carries Scrat, having been kept alive and unaging inside the entire time, along with the acorn. As the ice washes up on the shore of a tropical island, it starts to melt. As time passes, the acorn becomes unfrozen and settles in the sand. Scrat becomes unfrozen, too, after twenty millennia, and tries to reach for the acorn, only for a wave to wash the acorn out to sea again. Enraged, Scrat breaks free from his icy prison and screams in frustration. Running blindly, he smacks right into a coconut tree, making a coconut drop. Managing to hold the coconut over his head, he plants it in the ground with all his might. Then his ears begin to twitch. A crack in the ground whips up the beach, swishes through the trees, sears rocks in half, and reaches all the way up a dormant volcano, causing an eruption.
Here we go again.....
The end. Whew, that took a long time to write. Special thanks to @puccafangirl for helping to rekindle my interest and to @lunarblue21 for her many observations and analyses that I had to point out myself. I hope you enjoyed!
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Bookends are closing… Acorn decides to change her look a little. Some raspberry dye on her tail and hair can do the trick. Also taking down her “ponytail”.
Acorn started as a “persona” of Scrat/Scratte’s acorn, hence her name. But she seems to be moving on..
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disneytva · 2 years
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 Scrat is back and he’s not alone!
 Tomorrow, start streaming Blue Sky Studios Ice Age: Scrat Tales on Disney+
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Other bootlegged forms of Suki Lane
Here are two other forms of Suki Lane if she was kidnapped and mixed with other toons.
The first one is a Frankentoon mixture like Sweet Pete's form at the climatic battle: Chicken Little's comb, Bullwinkle's antlers, Otis the dog's eyes, Tigger's muzzle, Scrat's teeth, the arms of Yakko Warner and Miss Spider (James & The Giant Peach), Randall Boggs's tail, and the legs of Minnie Mouse and Donald Duck.
The second one is just a fusion of her and Eddie Noodleman, which I say is not a bad fusion. Plus, if this were to happen, it would be a win-win: the two good guys people ship Buster most with fused into one, so Buster wouldn't have to choose between them.
Special thanks to BurningRhino and chompydump for doing these.
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So... New footage of that series of Scrat shorts that are now pretty much cancelled emerged from the shadows recently and I...
THAT'S IT!!! Could someone send me to the shadow realm??PLEASE!!!
I don't want to live in this planet anymore *SCREAMS* 。:゜💔(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )💔:。
Source: https://youtu.be/B0Fdy11hBCA
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supernightboy08 · 3 years
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Super Scrat & Super Cream And Cheese
Inspired From Sonic And Tails R Episode 9
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superbnature · 5 years
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Call me scrat by PhotoYourLife http://bit.ly/2TsIO71
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