Shadow from Redwall. || About. || Rules.
primarily headcanon based.
21+ only. mutuals only. selective. written by holly (any pronouns, 30+).
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Shadow from Redwall. || About. || Rules.
primarily headcanon based.
21+ only. mutuals only. selective. written by holly (any pronouns, 30+).
CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.
“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”
What Kind of Haunting Are You?
Forest ghost
It'd be easy to say that you never had a home to haunt, but the truth is that the world is your home. You probably live in an apartment, and even though it's not very big and has memes taped to the wall, it's still yours, and you're happy with it, because it's yours. That said, your apartment is for sleeping and cooking. You go to coffee shops and bars and nature trails whenever you can. You're not going to haunt a remote national park. You're going to haunt the woods in a neighborhood park or the edges of the forest in a small mountain town. Most people acknowledge you even if they don't believe you're there. And honestly, you're happy like that, relaxing and existing in the quiet corners of the world.
"Margaret." She smiled gently in return. Simple names for the simple natured.
"It's true. A lack of support does make things harder as a whole. Though most of the time, I rely on critters such as yourself to get a lay of the land and listen out for disturbances. Disturbances, being hostile ninja, and the like. It makes up for a third of the lacking support.
... I wouldn't mind if you tailed alongside me. If it meant you could also get to know the lands faster and have a pair of eyes behind your back for a little while."
Shadow thought for a moment. They could help each other here, be each other's extra eyes and ears. Being in the company of something much larger would make it easier to avoid the area's predators.
He found himself nodding.
“We may not have the numbers of the hordes I've seen in the past, but sometimes all you need is one extra set of eyes.”
And no potentially murder-worthy ambitions or overly ambitious associates. He had a feeling that wouldn't be a problem with Margaret.
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Coyote wiped the imaginary sweat from their brow as they stepped out into the alleyway. Out of the poker room and through the nondescript blank door into the dimly lit open. All they'd been doing was overseeing their boss rake in the dollars, having been banned from the table for cheating at the last game. If they didn't want anybody cheating, maybe they should've hidden their hands better.
It'd gotten stuffy and panicked. The ghoul sitting next to them was sweating up a storm as he bet his domitor's saving away. All-in-all, boring and suffocating with that guy's BO. "Who let that guy in, anyway?" They pulled up a milk crate and sat under a pale blue light.
Abruptly, their head whipped around. A small scuttling somewhere in the alleyway. They craned their neck, unable to locate the source of the sound. "Ayo?" They called out. Bemused, they lit a cigarette with a furrowed brow.
It only took a moment for the quiet scuffling to shift into the sound of running paws— one set small, and the other significantly larger.
Shadow had gotten the attention of one of the local alley cats. But as skilled as he was, one rat was no match for a cat. So he bolted, knife in hand, just in case.
There were no boltholes available to him, and his pitch black fur and dark clothing did little to hide him when the cat already had his scent. There were no open doors he could dart into either…
But there was a human up ahead sitting on a box with plenty of holes in it. Maybe they'd ward off the cat…
But as Shadow got closer, something about them seemed… off. So off he almost changed his mind and veered elsewhere. He couldn’t tell what it was but it was just—
Too late. Now or never! He ducked into a four-legged run (dodging a paw-swipe in the process) and darted through the handle opening of the overturned crate.
Humming to herself, Palomine skipped back into the room with a plate in her mouth. A tiny, cold taco rested upon it. It wasn't made that way for her; that was its original size. It was a leftover hors d'ouevre from an art opening last night. It was not a fancy event without tiny tacos! Her human had saved it in the fridge for her earlier. She liked them, but she'd had them many times before. Maybe this sick rat would enjoy it better, especially since he sustained mainly on insects. That couldn't have been very flavorful.
Suddenly, she stopped. Her nose twitched. Gently, she sat the plate down and stood on her hind legs, her ears sticking up.
"Hello?" She called out.
"I'm still here," croaked the wall rat. His smell was fading.
"No. Yes! Er...I thought I smelled someone else," Palomine looked around. "I swear, I..."
Then, in time, she spied a dark, ratty body beneath her dresser and gasped! "Oh! There is another one!" Where on earth were they coming from?! "H-Hello! Do you know him?"
Shadow briefly turned his gaze away from his target as the other rat returned with food, and he felt his brow furrow.
Were her whiskers… curly?? He'd seen broken or kinked whiskers plenty of times before, but curly was new, even to one so well traveled.
And then she stopped, sniffed, and seemed to pinpoint his location. Shadow didn't move from the darkness beneath the dresser as he was addressed. Did he know him?
“In passing,” he rasped. “He's not doing well. Not at all.”
The food she'd brought smelled good. A fitting last meal, if the dying rat could choke any of it down.
"What did I do to deserve getting bitten?!"
CHOMP || Accepting!
Shadow had skittered away, half disoriented, with traces of blood on his teeth and a now-recognizable scent in his nose. The question became something recognizable as his head cleared of sleep, and he gave the human a quick flash of his teeth.
“Don't you know not to wake a rat when he's sleeping?” He hissed. “It's bad luck.”
Did he believe that? … moderately. Living among superstitious ship rats for years had some things rubbing off.
We get what we deserve
// "in a small bowl, mix the vegetable oil and flour to create a roux"
THAT'S NOT?? HOW YOU DO THAT???? LMAO?????
Shadow has appeared! What to do?
Hold hands
Make him mine
Pet
Play dead
Source.
HOW INTIMIDATING DOES YOUR MUSE FIND MINE ?
send an emoji (and/or a provided description of them) to let them know! this can be for how they perceive them now, how they perceived them when they first met them, how they perceive them during certain situations, anything at all!
😊 [SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES] — not intimidating at all
🙂 [SLIGHTLY SMILING FACE] — the tiniest bit intimidating
😗 [KISSING FACE] — a little intimidating
😳 [FACE WITH WIDE OPEN EYES] — can be intimidating sometimes but not always
🫢 [FACE WITH OPEN EYES AND HAND OVER MOUTH] — more intimidating than not
😕 [CONFUSED FACE] — mostly intimidating
🫣 [FACE WITH PEEKING EYES] — very intimidating
Shadow has appeared! What to do?
Hold hands
Make him mine
Pet
Play dead
Source.
Favorite Foods of the Muse
Send one to ask the muse….
🍦 Favorite flavor of ice cream? 🍬Favorite type of candy? 🍎 Favorite fruit? 🌽 Favorite vegetable? 🎂 Favorite type of cake? 🍕 Favorite type of pizza? ☕ Favorite warm beverage? 🍶 Favorite cold beverage? 🍺 Favorite alcoholic beverage? 🍇 Favorite snack? 🍳 Favorite thing to cook? 🍪 Favorite type of cookie? 🍰 Favorite type of dessert? 🍤 Favorite type of seafood? 🍋 Favorite sour food?
rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–
me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in
LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST
you people aren't CASTING
// idea that will not leave me alone--
Shadow being good at repairing clothing. Deft fingers used for picking locks are also good with a needle and thread. He's not making new clothes from scratch or anything like that, but if one approaches with something to trade for the work, he might be willing to fix what needs fixing. (He fixed his chief's bat wing cloak on a few occasions well enough that Cluny had no complaints to make about it.)
“The Void is unspeakable. It is infinite and it is nowhere, ever-changing and perpetual. There are more things in the endless black Void […] than are dreamt of in your natural philosophy.”