I am Tavish the Mongoose. Not just THE mongoose, the ONE AND ONLY magic mongoose! Gimmie butt pats.

M!A Status: None

5th April 2014

Post reblogged from The Fluffy Purple Douche with 1 note

1 Month Notice: Gettin’ Real Tired of Dis Shite

thepurplemongoose:

Hello everyone. Been a while on this blog, hasn’t it?

I’m just gonna get to the nitty gritty and not pussy foot around the issue.

I’m tired of playing Tav lately. Frankly I want to delete this blog and revamp him, because his character is making me physically sick and I want to fix that.

However, I also want to do something I had been thinking about for a while, and that is turn this blog into just an OC blog, where I can literally keep all of them in one, for rp purposes, archive purposes, and so I don’t have to remember a shit ton of passwords because I have so many other characters I wanna rp with as well.

So yeah, I’m giving this blog a months notice, before it shall be deleted and turned into an OC blog.

If you have any questions, direct them to my main blog, mongoosery, or if you have me on skype, then skype me.

4th April 2014

Post with 1 note

1 Month Notice: Gettin’ Real Tired of Dis Shite

Hello everyone. Been a while on this blog, hasn’t it?

I’m just gonna get to the nitty gritty and not pussy foot around the issue.

I’m tired of playing Tav lately. Frankly I want to delete this blog and revamp him, because his character is making me physically sick and I want to fix that.

However, I also want to do something I had been thinking about for a while, and that is turn this blog into just an OC blog, where I can literally keep all of them in one, for rp purposes, archive purposes, and so I don’t have to remember a shit ton of passwords because I have so many other characters I wanna rp with as well.

So yeah, I’m giving this blog a months notice, before it shall be deleted and turned into an OC blog.

If you have any questions, direct them to my main blog, mongoosery, or if you have me on skype, then skype me.

Tagged: ooc postSorry folksJust gettin real bored of this when I have many other things.Blah blah blah TavishMun is a huge dumb

27th February 2014

Photo reblogged from How To Skin A Tiger with 10 notes

howtoskinatiger:

Water Mongoose by kate.goodman on Flickr.

howtoskinatiger:

Water Mongoose by kate.goodman on Flickr.

Tagged: QueuegooseBanded Mongoose

26th February 2014

Photo reblogged from LLBwwb, Nature and Animals :) with 92 notes

llbwwb:


Banded Mongoose (by Ian Lindsay~)

llbwwb:

Banded Mongoose (by Ian Lindsay~)

Tagged: QueuegooseBanded Mongoose

25th February 2014

Photoset reblogged from with 3 notes

Tagged: QueuegooseMongoose

24th February 2014

Photo reblogged from SmartAss with 2 notes

bucketfullofsnow:

Just look at those small adorable mongooses

bucketfullofsnow:

Just look at those small adorable mongooses

Tagged: QueuegooseMongoose

23rd February 2014

Photo reblogged from Adventure is out there! with 1 note

natysadventureblog:

Mongoose, A.K.A. terrorist 

natysadventureblog:

Mongoose, A.K.A. terrorist 

Tagged: QueuegooseMongoose

22nd February 2014

Photo reblogged from にょんぶらー with 5 notes

Tagged: QueuegooseMongoose

21st February 2014

Post reblogged from Of Dreams of Technicolor and Blood with 30 notes

technicolor-cannibal:

Each and every slam, prod and pat was the only thing that made Henry’s body move. Otherwise, his life seemed to be gone.

His body was cold as ice, and absolutely nothing was healing. It was like suddenly his soul had left his body, and in a way it had.

The cannibal was in limbo, unable to heal, yet unable to fully, truly die.

However to someone on the outside, it would seem like he really, truly was dead.

Tav released the other. Cold. So cold, no no please not cold please be warm again…

He backed away, his heart thumping in his chest, or wherever it had relocated to.

He slammed the door to his room, and barricaded it with every heavy object he could find. Snug must not see this. Snug must not see him. No one could. Not anymore…

He trembled, taking the blanket he had thrown at Henry and covering his cold body.

"I’m sorry Henry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…"

He backed away, before scrambling out through the window, and used his magic to lock it from the inside, throwing the curtains closed.

"I’m sorry… I’m sorry…"

He turned and ran as fast as this strange new body could carry him with how strange the legs felt. He needed to go far away. To a place where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.

He was a monster.

A stupid, jealous, hateful, disgusting monster.

Monsters don’t deserve people like Henry. Monsters don’t deserve the friendship of anyone that Tav knew.

Tagged: henrysteintechnicolor-cannibaltechnicolorcannibalend rp

21st February 2014

Post reblogged from Of Dreams of Technicolor and Blood with 30 notes

technicolor-cannibal:

Henry’s body was left trembling as the magic’s flow halted. Yet there was something wrong. He could feel it. His neck wasn’t healing. Things still hurt. They still weren’t—

Yet he wouldn’t even have time to finish that thought. His body jolted, and Henry gave out a cry louder than he realized he was capable of. There was a hand IN his chest, and before he knew it, Henry was staring at his own still beating heart.

He hardly comprehended that he’d been dropped to the floor, for all of his body was going numb. It was growing colder by the second, and as the last few tears fell from his eyes, the color in them died completely.

That heart on the floor slowed to a stop…and Henry didn’t get up.

His body laid there lifelessly; his face still twisted in sorrow more than pain as his eyes appeared almost grey rather than their normal gold.

Nothing was healing.

Tavish’s magic had horribly messed with his system, and now his body did nothing.

The beastly creature stared at Henry, snarling when he would not get up.

"I said get up!"

One of Tavish’s front paws slammed against the other, trying to jolt him up. When he still lay there, motionless, the twisted snarl on the other’s face began to fade. It was replaced with a grimace of dismay.

"Henry. Get up."

Nothing…

"Henry. I said get up… Do it. Do as I say just once…"

The beast began to fidget and pace around Henry’s body.

"Henry… H-Henry… Little buddy? C-Can you hear me?"

He began to hyperventilate. The ick had ceased to flow, though something was still leaking from his eyes.

"Wh… What have I done… H-Henry? Hen-Hen? Can’t you hear me, Hen-Hen?"

He bent down, and those massive hands that only a moment ago caused pain, gently held Henry’s face. He pat his cheek, trying to wake him.

"C-can you hear me, Hen-Hen?"

Tavish bit his lip, or he would if he could, and whimpered.

"Henry please just speak to me! Pl-Please! Please…"

His words were stuttering with sobs.

"Just s-say something, oh my g-god, H-Henry please get up! Please!"

Tagged: Please henryPleaseI'm sorry henryim sorry just please get uphenrysteintechnicolor-cannibaltechnicolorcannibalbloodgore