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Rattus Norvegicus: ConstellationsGemini took Basil's hand and shook it slightly, then stepped back. "What do you make of my case, Detective?"
Basil frowned. It wasn't often that client's asked for his opinion... usually because he just told them straight anyway.
"Clearly, she important to you. My only concern is why she would disappear and only contact you once." He scanned the note again. Then shook his head. "And unfortunately she sent you this a long while ago. Why it took so long to arrive is questionable." Gemini's ears drooped and sadness clouded her eyes.
"How long?" The Detective hesitated. He didn't usually think twice about how he would make someone feel, not until after he had hurt them, anyway, but there was something about this girl...
"I believe that she sent this at least a month ago, Miss Poppy."
"Yes, yes. But..." He sighed. "I wouldn't fret too much." He paused, then smiled as kindly as he could. "We'll find her."
She smiled, then lifted her chin. There was that determination again.
Rattus Norvegicus: Second First ImpressionRuthie looked away from him and blushed again. God, he was having such a weird effect on her. She bit her lip.
She just wanted to be accepted, really.
Ratigan raised an eyebrow when she turned away from him. There was something very strange about this girl.
Strange, but endearing.
She looked back and hastily composed herself.
"So, ah... you're a Doctor?" He hadn't counted on being asked this.
"Yes..." He answered uncertainly.
"What kind of Doctor?"
"Er... A Doctor of... Psychology, my dear." This wasn't strictly untrue.
He knew a lunatic when he saw one.
"Ah." Was her short response.
Yes. She was an odd one.
There was a long pause.
"I wasn't always this poor." She said quietly. He was surprised she had said this.
"No. I... I'm not from around here."
"Surrey." He said bluntly. She blinked.
"How did you know?"
"It wasn't difficult. You have a slight accent, Miss Rutherford." He smiled, his teeth bared. She had to admit that in the pit of her stomach she felt a little wa
Rattus Norvegicus: The ClientBasil sat in his chair as the fire crackled. He was hunched over, his knees pulled up to his chest, one hand dangling over the chair arm, brushing the top of his violin lightly. Sleep had a way of eluding the Detective, but tonight he'd finally caught up with it and was embraced in a peaceful slumber. Basil wasn't much of a dreamer. He would never admit it, but dreams were the one thing that gave him some form of reality. Sometimes his waking life was like a dream. And so his night-dreams were reality to him. He would never admit it, but when he occasionally had a dream, he loved it. It was usually a picture of another life altogether.
Plus it was something to analyse.
Tonight he wasn't dreaming. Tonight was simply a night of sleep. Of the warmth of fire caressing his body. He was content in that chair. That chair had become his friend throughout the years of cases. It had seen him laugh, cry, curse, experiment, concoct, scheme, make music, his dramas, his highs, his lows, his needs, h
Rattus Norvegicus: So... you.Ratigan stood and glanced down at himself. He had never worn anything nearly as horrifying as this, even as a child raised in the sewers. He shuddered again. God, he hated his background. He was even more disgusted at the sight of his own feet. Even in his wealthiest of years, catching sight of his feet would make him feel sick. He had resorted to always wearing socks, even in bed or having a bath. There generally was notjing wrong with his feet, at least not to others, but they were a reminder to him of what he really was. A rat. There was nothing he could do about them except to cover them up. The same went for his hands. The two pairs from his body he despised the most, all because they were completely unchangeable. His tail didn't bother him so much. He hardly ever saw it, so that was good enough. But now every inch of him had been exposed. He knew what he was. He was a dirty, common, vulgar sewer ra- "No!" He spat aloud. He trembled with rage, contempt for his own being building.
Rattus Norvegicus: Celebration"Dawson, old boy, we did it again!" Basil clinked glasses with Dawson and laughed. It was a week after the Napoleon of Crime's fall from Big Ben, and in that week that followed, Basil had quickly solved the case of the Missing Emerald Ring. Needless to say, he was in good spirits. Dawson smiled across at him. The Detective's moods changed so dramatically at times, but Dawson had learnt to live with it. Tonight was celebration night, as Basil had decided. "To rejoice over solved cases, my new partner-" (Dawson's smile got a little wider.) "-And of course-" Basil marched over to the fireplace and grinned up at the portrait of James Vincent Ratigan. "-To raise a glass to you, old boy." He laughed again and drank, still glaring at the photo.
"I say, Basil, why don't you take that down now? Surely you don't need it anymore?" Dawson chimed, walking to Basil's side and frowning at the portrait himself.
"Dawson, for years that picture served as a reminder that I had not yet come close to reach
Rattus Norvegicus: Miss Rutherford and Dr JayverHe stirred and awoke, his head throbbing. Glancing around, he realised he was in what appeared to be a cardboard box, partitioned by a curtain of rags stitched together in order to create two 'rooms', and he was lying inside a matchbox which served as a makeshift bed, covered by a small rag. He tried to sit up but winced when pain shot through his torso. "Oh! Don't get up!" He lifted his eyes wearily and saw a young rat staring at him, her brow knitted with worry. She was fairly petite for a rat, his only clue to her species being her large tail, almost identical to his own. Otherwise she could easily have been mistaken for a mouse. He envied her that. She was a deep red colour, marked only by a creamy brown on her face, chest and ears. How she had managed to get him from the Thames to here was beyond his knowledge. He smiled weakly then opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a croak before a coughing fit hit him. He flopped back on the bed and groaned. She left and then reappeare
Joker X Reader - Mistletoe
The glittery, crescent moon beamed down brightly through the cracked window, sprawling across the flooring and reaching you. It was a bright Christmas eve night, SOON to be Christmas day and it was the first time ever that you had been spending it away from your family… Well it’s not like you had a choice anyways. You were forced to spend it with the Joker, since after all, as you assumed, you had been at the wrong place at the wrong time as Joker’s gang was patrolling around Arkham city and had captured you before you could make a quick getaway; but honestly, were you complaining? Not really. You had expected a horrid, tortured filled day but it was rather decent. In the afternoon Joker had given you a few easy tasks to do, and rather then torturing you with a brutal task it was a Christmas type of task that you had enjoyed.
Eager to finish up with the decorations you had been working on with such slow pace you decide to pick up the speed, trying to get this l
My Little Profiles: Gust
Supporting Character of My Little Pony: The Future is Magic
Name: Gust (Called Gusty by Candy Apple)
Age: Most likely 8
Height: About the same as most other fillies and colts
Eye Color: Purple-ish Red (Same as his mothers)
Coat Color: Light Blue
Mane Color: Dark Blue
Cutie Mark: None yet
Current Status: Resident of Cumulai, Student of Tambelon Elementary School
Family: Rainbow Dash (Mother and Flying Instructor) / Soarin (Father and Flying Instructor) / Scootaloo (Aunt)
Friends: Starlight, Candy Apple, and Delicacy
Enemies: Crown Jewel, Beryl, Pearl (School Bullies)
Abilities: Has his mother's and father's determination and speed, and habit of bragging.
Other Details: Raised in Cumulai with his family. He was recommended to Tambelon Elementary, based on a promise his mother and father made to Princess Twilight years a
My Little Profiles: Candy Apple
Supporting Character of My Little Pony: The Future is Magic
Name: Candy Apple
Age: Most likely 8
Species: Earth Pony
Height: About the same as most other fillies and colts, but slightly taller
Eye Color: Green
Coat Color: Redish Pink
Mane Color: Blond
Cutie Mark: None yet
Current Status: Resident of Applelulu, Student of Tambelon Elementary School
Family: Cheerilee (Mother and Teacher) / Big Macintosh (Father) / Applejack (Aunt) / Applebloom (Aunt) / Granny Smith (Great Grandmother) / Grenadier Apple (Distant Relative)
Friends: Starlight, Gust, and Delicacy
Enemies: Crown Jewel, Beryl, Pearl (School Bullies)
Abilities: Has her Father's strength, and good at spelling
Other Details: Raised in Applelulu with her family. She was recommended to Tambelon Elementary, based on a promise her mother and father made to Princess Twilight years ago. T
Pray for MadagascarMadagascar is an island country located in the Indian Ocean, 373 miles
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It is bordered by Mozambique in the west, the islands of Comoros and Mayotte
in the northwest and the islands of Reunion and Mauritius to the east.
The nation comprises the island of Madagascar and several smaller peripheral islands.
Antananarivo is the capital and largest city.
The population is over 22 million.
Madagascar is the 4th largest island in the world.
Madagascar was one of the last major landmasses to be settled by humans
Madagascar is a biodiversity hotspot.
Over 90% of its wildlife is found nowhere else on Earth.
Madagascar was the world's leading producer of vanilla until 1986.
Most of the population is Malagasy, a blend of Austronesian (Southeast Asian)
and Bantu (East African)
Lilith's BackstoryThere was a girl named Lilith. She had a sister, a mom, and a dad. People looked at her and never thought of the life she had. People thought she had a good life. But looks can be deceiving. I think we all know that by now. Her father was a alcoholic, and her mother was always at work trying to earn money. They weren't completely poor, they had some money saved up. Her sister was named Sam, short for Samantha. They had a really good relationship. Always playing with Sam's dolls. Lilith knew how to play the guitar so she played it to Sam when she was trying to sleep.
Lilith was very protective to her little sister. She never left her alone for more than a minute. The reason for that is because she was afraid her dad might come to their room and start hitting her. It has happened to Lilith so she tries to protect Sam. She would do ANYTHING for Sam. Lilith told their dad "I'll do anything but please done hurt Sam." Sadly her dad took up on that offer and.. did many things to poor Lilith.
Why I hate The Fairly OddParents(Andomsheadcanons)EDIT: Because people are getting incredibly butthurt about this, let me say it now.
I DON'T. HATE. THE SHOW ITSELF. It's just in a slump right now (in my opinion,) and needs better writers. That's it. Done. No need to get butthurt over opinions.
Me? Hating the show that I'm active in?
Let's explore why.
(I'd make this a journal, but It's far too long. Don't ask.)
1: Poof over-usage. He's over-rated. I'd feel differently if he could talk, but there is literally NO character development.
He's a spoiled, bratty, egotistical little crapper. He nearly destroyed the universe, and wasn't even punished. Foop > Poof.
(...Alright, maybe not the entire universe, but the Earth. That's still pretty important.)
2: The disappearance of other villains. There's only three now. Foop, Crocker, and (ugh, most flanderized shitstorm,) Vicky.
Both Crocker AND Vicky have been Flanderized severely, along with many other characters, (Including Timmy and Cosmo.)
It's safe t
Letter to Ian Flynn
Dear Mr. Ian Flynn,
Are you doing ok? I heard about the lawsuits going on Archie with Penders as well as with the CEO, and I hope this letter comes to you at a pleasant time. However, I want to talk to you about you comic series, Sonic the Hedgehog. You have probably gotten many complaints about how you have been writing the series from Satam fans and blind haters of the series and I hope they do not do anything to think negatively of yourself. Although, I would like to discuss with you your writing of the series, not as a Satam fanboy, not as a hater of the series, but as someone who likes to see everything be as great as it can possibly be.
Let me start by saying, I actually think the reboot was a good idea. As the story was so cluttered with Penders and Bollers story “ideas”, it was for the best to start the story fresh without their continuity that I must a imagine had to be a hassle to write with. It is sad that many characters had to be dropped, but having a fr
Bio of Alexis AzaeliaBASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Alexis Azaelia
Nickname(s) or Alias: Prefers to be called Alex and her parents would call her Ally
Birthday: October 16th
City or town of birth: She was born in her home that was a little ways outside of Castle City
Currently lives: She has her own home which is deep in the woods, and then she has a room in the Armageddon, and a room inside Szemen’s Castle
Languages spoken: She speaks Hylian, and very little ancient Hylian, as well as English
Native language: Hylian/English
Relationship Status: She currently is in love with Szemen, but if you ask she will down right refuse it
Height: 5ft 7in
Figure/build: She is rather muscular in her legs and arms, having a bit more than a slight build. She is also rather curvy.
Hair colour: dark red-ash brown hair
Hairstyle: Shoulder length, covering her right eye and neat with it only being slightly messy. On the rare occ
Salma info sheetName: Salma Khalid
Birthday: January 1st
Place of Origin: Bergen, Norway
Height: 160 cm (5'3'')
Weight: 50 kg (110.2 lbs)
Eyes: Dark brown
Class: Middle Second Class
Meister: Dragoon and knight
Appearance: Round, buttoned nose, strong jawline and full lips. Large, piercing eyes, tanned skin and straight hair that reaches down to her waist. Salma refuses to cut her hair short, always braiding it before going into combat, to keep it out of her face.
Her taste in clothes is varied and always well chosen for the occasion. Military uniform for combat, traditional clothes for special occasions, PJs for bed, exercise outfit for training and simple, casual clothes the rest of the time.
Due to her military background, she exercises regularly and follows a very strict diet.
Personality: Strict, discipli
Gina OC Biograpy
Species: Mobian: Hedgehog
Hair color: Orange
Fur color: Brown
Eye color: Red
Powers/abilities/styles/gifts: Gina is an expert at any type of 'boarding': Hoverboarding, Skateboarding, Snowboarding, Sandboarding, Surfboarding etc, due to the fact that she has astounding balance skills. She only has the skill of flight because of her frequent use of the hoverboard. She can fist fight quite well, but she isn't very strong or fast, so capturing her would be easy if it weren't for her friends keeping an eye out for her. Capturing her becomes hard once she is 'boarding'.
Weapon(s): Miniature guns on her hoverboard.
Birth town: Unknown
Previous towns: Space Colony ARK
Current town: Angel Island
Birth allegiance: Neutral
Previous allegiances: Neutral
Current allegiance: Hero
History: Gina was discovered by Dr. Gerald Robotnik and taken to the Space Colony ARK where she was studied extensively until the invasion of the ARK in which Maria Robotnik
The Curious and Peculiar Tale of the Simonov TwinsThe Curious and Peculiarly Tragic Tale of the Simonov Twins
I have done most of my post-doctorate work alongside Dean Eroslide as he ran Harry Loaine School for Boys. It was a tiny little establishment, set up in a series of pathways and cottages that made up the dormitories and the 'holistic' and 'traditional', designed to accommodate Dean Eroslide's philosophy of natural living: 'clean and untouched life energy regulates all chakras and promotes a positive educational environment'. Needless to say, Harry Loaine School for Boys was a parent's last resort, when everything from Cognitive Behavioral Therapy to Interventions and to Involuntary Hospitalization was never enough. The Dean had no degree of any sort other than a few licenses for Chakra healing and Reiki, so the entirety of the upkeep of the facility remained on the shoulders of these desperate parents--and of course the government kickbacks the School received for keeping me as a full time Child Psychologist
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