⭐️- || @streetxcat​ “What’s wrong? Y'look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

    ---- A few Starters meme

   “I don’t know how in the world they found out about me, but...” The events replayed in Scott’s mind over and over and over like a broken record. Holy shit, the hunters popped out of nowhere during his morning jog. He wasn’t expecting them, but he was able to hear them over his earbuds. Confusion was a reasonable first reaction. They weren’t dressed like the paparazzi at all, and rather than cameras, they held weapons that glinted in the morning sun. 

      Once the actor realized they were here for his ‘dragon form’, his predator instinct kicked in. A desire to PROTECT himself. His identity. His job. Cat. His family. If word got around that he was a massive flying reptile that could breathe electricity - fear would span far and wide. 

   They messed with the beast, and thus, they got the ‘horn’. None of the hunters made it out, and Scott KNEW this. He never k i l l e d  before. He was always in control of his form until that very moment.

    Stakes were high, and his uncertainty forced the beast to make the decision for him out of instinct alone.

  Once the greenhouse door was shut behind him, he slid to the floor while his stomach churned. Oh god. He knew it was for self-defense, but still. Not only was he an actor, but he was still just a TEENAGER - a kid who never had a desire or want to kill. What will they do to him if they find out he was the culprit? 

@madgirltm​  : ❔ !!

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses   that i’d like to throw at yours! ( closed!)

Note! I am more than happy to throw other muses that haven’t been listed here! But for now, these are my immediate thoughts!

Eugene / Flynn Rider ofc. I still have the dad au thread saved when my energy comes back! 

Aggie and Alice. That would be a pair. 

Bolt! 

✨-|| @streetxcat​  cat glances to tramp and throws a piece of ham on his face. "s'what i got leftover from wha' gave meatloaf earlier. enjoy."

✨||- @starsweepers​ kitten mitts is sitting on bolt's head. she raises a paw, pointing to the distance. "that way, mister bolts!"

   The canine couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to balance the shifting weight upon his head. She was growing like a weed, but that still didn’t take away her kitten-like playfulness. Where Mittens could be guiding him, he had a feeling that it was towards the tuna can that sat high on the counter. A hunch? No. Bolt could smell it, and so could the little kitten. She was given a little bit of it, but it was left out temporarily while Penny’s mother took a phone call. 

⭐️|| - @xkiregire​​ : “ surprise! “ ( Ruri @ Bolt or Tramp )

    The canine wasn’t normal by any stretch - at least in this world. He was just a plain dog. No, not a polar bear dog. Nor a Deer Dog or a Goat Dog. Just a plain, ordinary dog that many in Republic City found quite strange. A street dog who had made a friend in Ruri while she was still homeless on the streets.

       She wasn’t his owner by any stretch yet due to his wandering, loner lifestyle, but they both had some history that he would never forget.  She even named him, one that was added to the ever-growing list in his mind. Katsu. At least it was much better than Fi-Fi or Sparky.

  Now Apartment bound, he always took the time to visit Ruri every day at her new digs. Always at a specific time, twice a day. 

  He was on his second round when he saw the surprise held high in her hand, and he reacted in a flash. The street dog barked and excitedly and once he hopped up against her chest with his front paws, he gave a giant, sloppy lick her up the face. 

    But he was also quick to snag the treat in his mouth. Habits of distraction kicking in, but he was truly grateful.

   Once he saw those little hands reach up for him, it was no surprise that the father acted with haste. That smile was infectious, and a warm smile of his own melted across his features. But it only grew bigger when she gave him a giant kiss upon the cheek, complete with sound effects and all. 

    Oh, she has her father wrapped around her little finger. The man laughed at her silly noises, and he gave her an equally big one right back on her own cheek. Maybe another on the other side, trying to make her GIGGLE - something he easily achieved.

    “Happy Valentines Day to you too, pumpkin! And oh, did you now?” A smug grin appeared on his features and hr waggled his eyebrows. “Well, I’m going to prowl in there to get a few! I also have a surprise waiting for you.” 

     He was SUNNING in the lounge chair in nothing but swim trunks by the pool, having just done laps around the pool for his exercise. There were STILL bits of water left upon his skin, but most of it had dried off from his strong form. 

    Needless to say, he was in no rush at all to grab his shirt.

   Sunglasses were worn, but there was suddenly no need for them in a matter of seconds. What caused this? A small shadow had drifted across half of his form, leaving his bottom half within this sun. He glanced over with a raised brow, and what he found caused him to lift his glasses ever so slight in momentary confusion. Not that he was WORRIED a reporter got through the gates. Though, Cat’s silly costume caught him off guard. 

   Though it only took a second to process it all, and he couldn’t help but give a warm laugh at her appearance. A head shook, though he wasn’t about to wave off her game. 

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Due to his hectic schedule, Scott is constantly tired. Some nights are especially difficult despite the fact he is exhausted. His mind is constantly on the go due to the myriad of things he needs to do the next day. Somtimes it leaves him frustrated enough to get up and do something else until he is able to crash.

He has a personal assistant that helps him, but it doesn’t stop him from growing overwhelmed. Being an actor may be fun, but it’s also a job that comes with commitments and hardships.