ichidou replied to your post: Yo somebody want a quick crappy doodle or something
i am late but would you mind doing wash and his cat. or cats. multiple cats are totally okay.
makin some biscuits nbd
SKFASFLKSAJKLFSDAFLAJ SCREAMING THIS IS PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AND THANK YOU SO MUCH. Wash + cats is the best okay *w*
View Larger the way this fandom has adopted wash as the cat lady just
makes my heart swell with pride and joy
^^^^^^
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View Larger We talk about this cat in length starting from about halfway through here, for anyone who’s interested!
Some additional things we talked about since:
- The cat is so fat because everyone sees it walking around, and asks if it’s been fed or not. It ends up being fed like 12 times.
- Maine didn’t get to be around any animals at all when he was young, so now he is an extreme animal lover. He keeps all these secret pets. He calls this cat Rex.
- Unfortunately, everyone else also has a name for the cat. Wash refers to it rather stubbornly as Hartford, for reasons he also stubbornly will not tell Maine.
- York, in jest, calls it Sir Fluffykins, and Wyoming, in seriousness, has named it Sylvester the Third.
- C.T. refers to the cat with nothing but “Oi, you”, and Tex calls it Fat Cat. To Carolina it is the cat. The cat.
- South calls it furball, usually with an oath before it. North, on the other hand, refers to it as Captain Ironpuss the Brave. Four-Seven-Niner calls it Little Pilot!
- The Director calls it the Devil Beast, while the Counsellor calls it Dextor, the full form of Rex. Maine approves.
OH THIS IS THE ONE I ASKED man I knew I asked for this somewhere but I couldn’t remember where. Anyway. This is brilliant and I am dying. It would fit Wash to be allergic to the one thing that loves him amirite.
View Larger Considering the new accepted-as-canon-p. much knowledge we have about Wash and his love for cats, I thought the original needed some tweaking.
This is 100% canon.
So this is the horrible bit of headcanon I have. This is unedited and ridiculous and I don’t even know, but what the hell. (Also it’s still the 22nd here okay.)
Everyone knows York’s a bad liar — everyone, no matter what he tries to do to get around it. Sure, he’ll offer his shoulder to anyone who needs it and listen to anything that’s shared with him, but when he’s asked about it later, he never fails to do the worst job of deflecting Wash has ever seen.
He’s good to spend time with, though, and Wash even gives him the first smile he’s managed in a couple of weeks when he catches him in the hall on the way back from morning training, nodding.
“Hey, you got anything left from last weekend?”
York looks up and promptly looks away, scratching the back of his head, and shakes it, quickly. “Huh? —Oh, no, man, I uh— you know, we ran out, remember?”
Wash’s brow furrows, and he pauses, watching him. “No we didn’t. You had a whole half a case left that you hid from Maine.”
“Oh. That.”
“Yeah. That.”
York looks at him. Wash looks back. “—So where is it?” he asks finally.
“Huh?”
“The case?”
“Oh, uh, I—” York laughs and scratches his neck, fidgeting a little. “I drank it.”
“You— what? When?”
“You know, the other day!” York waves his hand, eyes darting away from him again. “You were out!”
“I’ve been on base all week, York. You’re the one who just got back from a mission.”
“…Yeeeeeah, look, okay, it was a really long night, and— oh, is that the time? Sorry, ‘lina’s ‘specting me, gotta go!”
York darts off, and Wash stares after him, not entirely sure what just happened.
What the flying fuck is Washingtons armor enhancement. No one ever talks about it.
….You know I was completely okay with the headcanon that he just doesn’t have one until right now.
Goddammit, RoosterTumblr.
