it's always the cute ones

indie lil seb ask/rp blog | m!a: open | mun is 20 | archived. now @bringingtheruckus

[bringingtheruckus-archive]

moving

keeping this blog as an archive but im keeping the url! @bringingtheruckus is now a main blog instead of a side blog

[valtsv]

you ever meet someone who makes you wish you had a large iced coffee to slurp loudly every time they start talking

[fruitie]

[ayellowbirds]

welcome to Wrath Month!

Be gay, fuck shit up. Here’s your sword: o==|======>

[stormwaterwitch]

Rabbits Rabbits Rabbits

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

[dumbbbunnnyy-deactivated2021021]

[ripe]

tawashi_usagi on ig

[frogitivity]

Welcome to Build-a-Frog!

Click here to enter

[frogitivity2]

Please take good care of them!

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i know i promised i would do the reading i missed but good god this is ridiculous

[proteusolm]

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.” ― Richard Adams, Watership Down

[my-darling-boy]

I was having writers block and so I took a break and soon enough it was 3 in the morning and I had impulsively sewn together a tiny mouse you’re welcome

[my-darling-boy]

For those of you who asked, I have made a sewing tutorial on how to make your very own Peaches the Mouse!

[my-darling-boy]

I see people reblogging this with “to buy” but this pattern is free??? Someone even asked me “why don’t you charge money for it, it took you forever to put the document together” and I said “Not a lot of people have money and if they have some fabric scraps and a couple of buttons lying around they can make themselves a little mouse friend for free and that might make them happy and that makes me happier than receiving money???” Make yourself a liddol creacher! Heals the Soul!

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Mute/User of Sign Language Starters!

Requested by Anonymous- Send a number for an action!

Taps your muse on the shoulder to get their attention

Gives your muse a letter.

Waves at my muse before signing “good morning”

My muse starts signing too fast to understand.

Your muse just signed something that my muse knows definitely isn’t correct. 

Teaching the other signs.

My muse dropped something and your muse tries to get their attention in order to give it back. 

Your muse gets frustrated and silently demands for paper.

Your muse is talking to my muse and they don’t know the reason mine is so quiet yet. 

Neither of you know how to sign and have no way of communicating currently other than frustrating interpretive dancing and gestures and the other getting even more irritated that why didn’t you say so??

Your muse makes a phone call to mine only to suddenly remember after mine picked up that you can’t talk. 

Free number! Make up your own here!

[awesome-picz]

Baby Chinchillas That Will Melt Your Heart.

[xigisislibrary]

😨/😴 ? (@bringingtheruckus- yall did it to me, hehe)

how your muse appears in my muse’s GOOD DREAMS / NIGHTMARES

It’s late - later than you have any logical reason to be awake. The city, as it always is, is dark and cold, but instead of feeling restrictive or foreboding, it feels calm, cool, and freeing. The streetlamps are bright, fire flickering warm and bright atop them and reflecting off of the city streets and the sidewalks and the now-darkened windows of the shops. 

And suddenly, as things happen in dreams (which seem to be bound by rules that differ from those of reality, rules of surrealism and symbolism that you’re sure you’ve studied about in books before) you’re walking with him, his tiny hand in yours. He’s rambling on about some plot point in the last book you’d assigned him to read, nose scrunching up as he gets more and more invested in the discussion - before looking up at you, asking a question.

You can’t find the answer.

Your mind suddenly draws to a halt, and when you try to speak, you can’t. When you try to sign, your hands can’t seem to form the right words.

You don’t know. You feel helpless. You are helpless.

And then, he’s running - running away, the familiar metallic pitter-patter growing further and further and more distant, and your feet won’t work when you try to chase after him. 

You fall to your knees, hitting the ground in anger until your fists ache.

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😨 or 😴 ( @xigisislibrary)

😴/😨- how you muse appears in my muse’s good dreams/nightmares You’re in Midnight City, on another ruckus run. Sneaking out went flawless, as did getting here, and now all you have to do is get to your target and start lighting fires. The alleys are dark enough to hide you, and you pause a moment before deciding you can afford to make a detour. You’re on the right side of town, and he never minds when you pop in for a quick hello. He welcomes you in his library, and in front of you appears a mug of coffee, like always. His stern expression always softens when you come around, and tonight is no different, though you still refuse to tell him what you’re up to so late at night. When you sign your thanks, sparks fly from your fingertips, singing the carpets and taking to the books as eagerly as he always does. The moment you spend staring in horror is long enough for the fire to grow, engulfing shelf after shelf of precious books. You drag him out of his library, his pride and joy, and in his anger he takes to those same dark alleys you’ve always called home. For what feels like hours, you search for him, unable to see anything until you trip over the body. He stares back at you, one of the Midnight Crew’s calling card’s tucked into his pocket, and you can’t shake the feeling it was your fault. You should have been here to keep him safe. There’s enough blue here to drown in, oh god, all you can see is blue- And then you wake up, tangled in your blankets and moments away from toppling out of bed entirely. Maybe you should go and make sure he’s still okay, just in case.

[gene-fart-noise-belcher]

How to murder

Step 1: put the knife right in

Step 2: take the knife on out

Step 3: put the knife back in

Step 4: and twist it all about

Step 5: do the hokey pokey and he’s probably dead.

[sagamemes]

send me 😴 to see how your muse appears in my muse’s GOOD DREAMS send me 😨 to see how your muse appears in my muse’s NIGHTMARES