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vaichiicorner · 1 year
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Puss in Boots
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Who is your favorite fearless hero?
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moodboard-d · 2 months
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sebyhale · 1 year
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shrek & 🫏🌻🌻🌻✨🧅✨
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shrek-is-good · 2 years
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REBLOG TO SAY THANK YOU, SHREK!
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tapwaterx · 1 year
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okay hear me out
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cherrygummycandy · 1 year
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Rescue from the Rescue
A platonic! Puss-in-boots and Perrito x reader
Summary: Working as a helper at Mama Lunas isn't always easy, and unexpected things can happen. Though, you never though meeting a Spanish-speaking cat and a dog dressed as a cat would be one of those things.
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(An: This request was orginally for a younger niece or nephew of Mama Luna, but I didn't want to make it too gender specific (and I couldn't for the love of me figure out how to make a realistic family tree for Luna) so I made the reader an occasional volunteer. Please enjoy!
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Sweep. Sweep. Sweep. The scratchy sound of the broom rings out as your broom glides across the floor, as bits of fur, spare litter, and kibble are swept up into the dustpan. You hum a soft tune, swaying in turn to the beat. "Oh, Little Helper, come here!" Mama Luna's voice rings out across the brightly colored casa. "Coming, Miss Luna." You prop the broom up against the wall, grabbing the dustpan and dumping the contents in the nearby trashcan. 'Don't want any of the cats trudging through this and undoing my work.' You think, placing the now empty pan back by the broom.
You hurry through the house, tiptoeing across persians, shorthairs, and tabbies as you attempt not to step on any tails. You step into the living and sigh in relief, having dodged all the cats. Mama Luna sits in her rocking chair, knitting what appears to be yet another pair of cat mittens. "Oh, come here child." She waves you over, eyes not leaving the yarn project in front of her. "I'm planting a catnip bush out by the garden, would ya' mind tilling the soil?" She asks, stopping to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. You nod, but pause with a grimace when you see the plethora of cats napping atop her ratty grey hair. "Yeah, sure. Do you know where the garden supplies are?" She waves a hand over in the direction of the backdoor. "Just check the bag by the door." As you step away, slipping at the back door, you hear her call. "Thank ya', Little Helper! I'll make ya a real nice sweater for this. You giggle a little, and shake your head.
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Stepping down the rickety steps of the porch, you enter the garden. Bright stone walls enclose the area, decked out with various hanging plants. The ground is carefully decorated with all sorts of colorful plants, from poinsettias to marigolds. You smile, remembering the first time you entered Mama Luna's garden, coming to ask for some Marigolds for your Dia De Los Muertos altar. Honestly, you have no idea she managed to keep this garden looking so nice before you came along, seeing as anytime you see her she's knitting or bathing cats.
Just as you begin looking for a trowl, your ears perk up at a nearby sound. "So, Pickles, what do you want to do today? I was thinking-" "WE are not going to do anything, Perrito. I am going to sun in el jardín." You watch in amazement as what appears to be a talking cat strolls into the garden, standing on two legs. Behind him follows a, cat? 'What is that thing?' You think, tilting your head in confusion. The scrawny creatures look less like a cat, and more like a rat in a feline costume. "Oh! Sunning, just like a real cat! I'll join you, maybe I can sun my belly." The little animal says. "Um, excuse me?" You say, stepping forward to make your princess known. The orange cat jumps in shock, dropping to stand on all-fours, while his companion lowers his head, and attempts to use his hood, which has a cat face poorly knitted on it. "Uh... meow?" The orange cat tries. You furrow your brows, before looking back toward the house in realisation.
"Oh, you're worried Mama Luna will hear you. I won't tell her anything, I promise." You place a hand on your chest and kneel down, reaching the orange tabby's height. "I'm Mama Luna's helper, I just stop by from time to time, helping her with chores and what not. And you are?" The cat hesitates, green eyes looking you over cautiously, before standing back on two legs and taking a dramtic bow. "I am known by many names, but you, pequeño ayudante, may call me Puss." You smile, amused. "But your tag says pick-" "I know what the tag says! That is simply the name given to me by the-" Puss shudders, and glances at the house. "Iady of the house." He finishes. As you nod, your attention is drawn to his friend behind him.
"Who's your friend, Puss?" You ask, looking at the strange sweatered animal. Puss sighs, gesturing weakly with a paw. "This is Perrito, and, he is not my friend." Puss explains, barley glancing at Perrito. "Perrito... the cat? That seems like an odd name." You feign confusion, slowly reaching for Perrito's hood. Suddenly, you flip it back, revealing the a small, scrappy looking dog. "A chihuaha?" You exclaim, as the dog yelps. "Oh! Please, please, please don't tell Mama Luna, I don't really go into the house, I live under the por-" Perrito goes on, frantically rambling about his living conditions under the porch. Puss scoffs, turning away from the dog and pressing a paw to his forehead. You, on the other hand, feel your smile drop at the pitiful little pup. "Hey, calm down, please?" You ask, putting your hands out in front of you. Perrito's rambling stops and he looks up at you. "I'm not gonna kick you out or anything, I promise. You're a stray, right?" He nods. "Look, I know Mama Luna probably wouldn't be to keen on keeping a dog, or letting a walk around talking and standing." You admit. Perrito and Puss watch, waiting for your next words. "But, I'm not Mama Luna, so I guess I'll have to let it slide." Puss smiles and nods with gratitude, while Perrito hops up in delight. "Oh wow! Can you believe it Puss? Now, I've gone from no friends, to two friends in one day!" Perrito exclaims, tail wagging back and forth.
"We aren't amigos, amigo." Puss retorts. "Look, I have to finish tilling the soil, Mama Luna wants some new plants going in over there." You point towards the northern end of the garden, to a small bare patch under a tree. "But, once I'm done, maybe you guys can tell me a bit about yourselves?" You suggest. "Wow, Okay! Hey, I'm really good at digging. I bet if I help, we can get done even quicker!" Perrito exclaims. Before you can even respond, he bounds over to the unused soil and begins to dig at a frantic pace. You chuckle to yourself, and look a Puss. "He's... a bit odd, no?" Puss says, tilting his head as he watches Perrito fall into a hole that he just dug. "I'll say. Y'know, I'm looking forward to learning more about you, Puss. It's not everyday I meet a talking cat." You say, looking to the ground sheepishly as you kick a pebble. "Well, it seems like Perrito could be at it for a while... why don't I just started with the story now, sí?"
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It's been several hours, much longer than you realize, since the three of you began to discuss your pasts. You were amazed to learn about the adventures of Puss. You couldn't imagine going through half the things he has. Not only that, but you didn't actually know cats had nine lives, you always assumed it was a myth. "So, I say to the man, 'That is the last time you'll cross Puss-in-boots!'" Puss exclaims, finishing a story. Perrito stands on his hind legs and claps, while you let out a loud cheer. You quickly cover your mouth to stifle the sound, realizing Mama Luna must be asleep. "Oh my god, w-what time is it?" You ask, looking up and realizing how dark it's gotten. "About 9:00, why?" Perrito asks. You hop up quickly, moving up the steps and towards the backdoor. "I need to pack up, I must've gotten carried away with your great story-telling puss." You compliment. Puss follows you in, but Perrito stops at the edge of the door. "Perrito, you sure you don't want to come in? Mama Luna's sight isn't what it used to be." You suggest Perrito smiles, but shakes his head. "Nah, I've got a cozy corner under the porch waiting for me, besides, the rats are probably expecting me back." He gives you a goodbye, and you smile sadly as the chihuaha scrambles under a lookse board of the porch, fall down under the porch with a 'pop'.
You hurry to begin the journey back home, tying your boots and avoiding cats as you grab your bag and coat. As you do a last minute chek, to ensure everything you need is with you, you see Puss out of the corner of your eye. He is stood leaning against the bottom of a bookshelf, seemingly conflicted. "Puss?" You ask softly. His head snaps up, and he looks at you. "Are you okay?" You ask. "Fine, just thinking is all." He says. You feel that there is something more, but simply turn away. As your hand moves to reach the door, he says one final thing.
"How often do you stop by?"
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nichet-crochet · 4 months
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Hey guys. Restock is tomorrow (December 22nd) at 4pm EST. Posms will not arrive by Christmas this restock.
You can expect regular possums, clown possums, mini opossums, and even Shrek opossums! You can find them on NichetCrochet.com in the shop section. Sign up for the waitlist on the listing to be notified by email when they go back in stock, or set an alarm for 4pm Est tomorrow. I love you.
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girlbosswar · 1 year
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monarchcelebi · 1 year
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Ya know what I really want with Shrek 5?
I want Shrek to return to its roots, so to speak, and satirise Disney again. We are just about out of 2022 and Disney really need some humbling from the Orgelord. 
.... and to be rated R. 
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Somehow two of the best sequels:
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hypnotised-hazard · 1 year
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Ha ha ain’t that funny NOW ABOUT THAT…
PUSS IN BOOTS THE LAST WISH SPOILERS AND TRIGGER WARNING:
BLOOD AND EYE STRAIN UNDER CUT
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“El Gato Con Botas Y El Lobo”
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keeper-of-gates · 1 year
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Everyone's talking about the inconstancies the last wish has regarding towards the shrek movies, and the universe as a whole, and I wanted to throw my own thoughts in the ring.
We know about the magic wand that Jack has possession of isn't Fairy Godmother's wand for many reasons, and the obvious one with the Three bears, where mama bear was murdered by Lord Farquard in the first movie that kicked the franchise to high gear. As much as we want to know if mama bear's fate had been retconned, the fanbase had pretty much agreed on a theory that Papa bear was the original baby bear that grew up to start a family of his own.
This theory had got me thinking since I heard about it.
When a character important to the story they are from dies, does another take their place but in their own way?
We know Death exists and we know multiple characters from set narratives had died at some point, and without them, the fairytale/nursery rhyme wouldn't live or at least won't work as intended.
Like the answer works for the three bears, and Goldilocks herself since a younger version of her was only present in videogames, mainly Shrek Smash and Crash Racing, which was also one of Humpty Dumpty's old appearances.
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vampsquatch · 1 year
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guys
guys i love him so much but
but you gotta see this
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azural83 · 1 year
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Can we talk about fiona's relationship with her parents for a second?
She internalized the idea that she was longer no beautiful for her curse because of her parents,they locked her in a tower with a fire breathing dragon all alone which caused her to have zero human connections; and she had to get over that because harold did it "out of love" when in reality all that isolation messed her up. She barley even got to know her own mother and father,the moment she got their letter she was more than happy to see them despite the fact that they sent her away,she was so desperate to hold on to what she really wanted from them to the point that she tried her best to ignore her father's hatred towards ogres which included her as well
In conclusion,fiona's trauma deserved to be acknowledged more
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cherrygummycandy · 1 year
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I understand the desire to simp for Jack Horner, but y'all don't seem to wanna suck the soul out the Pied Piper nearly enough.
I mean- GAH DAMN
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