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sonicblueartist · 1 year

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🍀𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝕤 𝔸 𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 ℕ𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣🍀

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Tails+Nine+Mangey+Sails x Female Human Reader

Summery; The four Tails' ﹙Prime﹐ Nine﹐ Mangey﹐ Sails﹚ fighting over the reader

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

AFAB/Female Reader// comfort and slight angst//Everyone is +𝟷𝟺

Word Count: 4208

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

✎ 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, you sighed in relief.

You turned towards the messy saffron furred friend of yours, "Let me know when you're done up there, okay?" You spoke slowly and gently for him to understand. Picking the leaves out of your hair as you cautiously watch his back in case he drops down.

You glance at the peaceful forest as you remove the leaves stuck in your hair from moving too much on the apple tree. Feeling calm and easy around such a nice environment. Closing your eyes you breathed in the cool morning air. Hearing leaves rustling with the soft wind and birds happily singing. Resting without any disturbances. With peace once again.

The trees were the right size as it's supposed to be. You give a small smile at that, remembering back at the Boscage Maze.

Years have passed since the Prism incident. You managed to fix everything along with Sonic. But you couldn't have avoided the great pain that would have happened had it not been for Nine. You combined the shattered universe correctly, but if it isn't for Nine, your friends would pay a great price for it.

After Nine had found a way to fix it, he clung to the smallest chance that their world might still exist along with the original. Not only did it help to put our universe in order, it also caused him to continue to live separately in other universes that were now split from ours. Their universe was no longer dependent on ours. Pieces of our own universe were complete. And now they had an independent universe of their own too. No longer part of a puzzle to be completed, but a finished part of their own.

Truly a home without any exaggeration to it. Boscage Maze without its massive trees. No Place without its great body of water and floods. New Yoke City without its Eggmans and metal hunk of cities and bots.

And... Prime... Tails, he exhibited a new invention shortly after the events with your help. Reaching to other worlds for little visits, coming and going as everyone wishes. It was not a surprise before the project done Nine appeared in your world, giving a hand, causing it to finish much faster. He found a way to travel without the shards before Tails did...

Causing this to become some kind of... friendly race. To see who is going to invent lots of useful stuff...

It was truly a dream come true. Everyone can live in peace together, walk and talk wherever they want as they wish.

You are one of the people who is really happy about this. Because it's giving you the opportunity to see your friends more! And today, your favorite foxes decided to give you a little visit!

You yelp in fear when something falls behind you with a thud. You swiftly turn around and come face to face with innocent sky blue eyes. You exhale a shaky breath. You reach your hand over the basket in his mouth. You murmur a 'thanks' with a smile and take the basket full of apples. To your surprise, no apples were spilled on the ground, despite his swift landing.

Hearing a whine, you turned to glance at him. He was looking at you with those innocent bright blue eyes of his, face slightly tilted to the side.

Your expression quickly turned into glee. You bent forward and carefully placed your handmade basket on the floor. Your smile widened when you heard his cute purr as you took his face in your hands. You stroked his soft cheeks and stroked the back of his ears. You finally petted his bangs leaving him in his own melting state.

"Thanks for looking out for me, sweet cheeks." He grinned with the new nickname, showing his cute fangs. Bouncing on his knees he snuggle his body to your legs quickly running away after.

You chuckled, "Hey, wait up! We need to leave these apples to Vanilla, remember?!" You shouted after him in the apple field.

You watch him sprint off until halting to a stop before he can disappear around the trees and bushes. He turned around leaping on his feet.

You chuckled, walking towards him, with the basket in hand, cautious to not drop an apple, "Be patient! I'm coming!"

He turned around and sprinted off.

"Hey! What did I just said?!"

"Mangey!!"

You huffed after he disappeared from your sight.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief at his impatient behavior. Why is he so excited to go back? Maybe because it's summer and it's hot out here. It's nearly noon too. Yeah, it makes sense.

You quickly went ahead, hastening your steps.

When you finally arrived at Vanilla's house you couldn't spot the messy furred fox friend of yours. You asked Vanilla if she saw a fox running around on all fours but of course, she shook her head with an apologetic look. To make sure you also asked Cream and Cheese, who were cleaning their little flower garden but they didn't spot anything either.

You gave up and left the apples you picked with Mangey to Vanilla and bid your goodbyes. He didn't even visit their house to say hi? You're now a little worried. He was the one always making sure to say hi to... literally to anyone he can see in his way.

You made your way home alone. You felt confused when you couldn't find the nine tailed fox watering the garden or the pirate painting on the walls or the wild fox running around messing with the two. But their material stood on their places, untouched.

The painting stood half made on the white wall. Pressing your hand over the dried part, you guessed he was drawing the sky with the blue tones he was using, or the ocean but it was too light colored to be ocean? You thought he wanted to see something else other than the ocean... or anything like it. Because his entire life was spent drifting in the ocean.

Maybe you were wrong. Or maybe you should stop... guessing... before he finishes it.

You decided to look into the second option, where they can all gather in the same place. The Workshop.... probably... you're going to use your luck with that... You're unsure with Mangey...

The moment you approached the said place, you were surprised by the loud noise coming from inside.

Nine and Tails were constantly sharing glares and tension for absolutely no reason, but you could tell why. Nine never had the opportunity Tails had. But the part that worried you immensely was the shouts from Sails and Mangey. You were shocked, how wouldn't you, Sails had mostly avoided arguments and had a calm demeanor even though he liked the adrenalin. Mangey on the other hand never cared at all.

You quickly entered the password and walked in, frowning at the scene. No one noticed your presence and continued arguing.

You swallowed harshly under the heavy atmosphere. It seems you just come in time when everything starts to get heated.

You heard Tails shout before you can react, "--was with me before all of you! I know her the best! She belONGS HERE! NOT IN YOUR PHONY WORLDS—!!"

Nince quickly barked a remark, "She Do NOT. SHE DIDN'T EVEN BORN HERE—"

You tighten your fist, hadding enough, "That's ENOUGH!! STOP THIS ASAP!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?!!"

At that moment, a great silence fell on them. They were afraid you could hear their puffs of breath, from fighting and yelling... or their pounding heartbeats that seemed ready to get out of their chest at that minute. Their cheeks flushed with your sight, from embarrassment that you found the form they are in. Afraid to speak up, they were covered in silence.

You carefully look over them. You notice a mechanical gadget Tails invented not a long time ago (a weapon, such coincidence that he made just after Nine's arrival) in his hands, it was frozen in the midair before he shoot it, all of Nine's metal tails were stretched, grasping each one of them in one place, one hand gripping Tails' head and the other frozen into a fist in mid-air. Sails' cutlass is also frozen in midair, before he could cut off one of Nine's inorganic tails. Sails' metal hand held another one, while Mangey was biting one of his tails. Their faces were all turned towards you, all pale in fear, frozen.

A few taps echoed around the workshop under your feet. You waited with your arms crossed over your chest, "Well? Any brave fox is gonna explain what conflict happened here before deciding strangling each other is the best option?"

They were having a hard time swallowing while glancing at each other in vain, no one had any idea what to say— how to explain.

They quickly parted away, coughing and avoiding eye contact.

Even though Mangey is obviously the only one who doesn't need any explainings to do for obvious reasons he still felt ashamed of what he just did. He knew he was also gonna get a scolding for his actions when these painful moments ended...

The first one to speak was surprisingly Nine, but the words didn't amuse you at all.

"That sorry excuse of a fox started it." He pointed at Tails with one of his metal ones, arms crossed over his chest sternly, still refusing to cooperate.

Tails scowled, without hesitation he raised his gun, shooting his metal tail causing him to stumble forward.

Nine quickly glared at him with an animalistic growl, ears pressed sharply on his head, his tails raised up threateningly.

Sails gripped his cutlass, "Mate, ye shouldn't 'ave done that there. Even I know when to stop." He smirked.

Mangey lowly growled at him. Sails glare back, "Flay yer shriveled tongue. Or I'll make ye fish bait."

Before Tails can give a harsh remark Nine lunges his tails towards him causing him to jump out of the way.

Nine looked back towards him, Tails landed next to Sails who raised his cutlass in defense. Nine turn to them with a glare. Tension in the air.

Before they can fight more you swiftly hold Nine's shoulder, angry and worried, before they can harm each other. He gives you a side glare.

He quickly looked away when you glared back.

"Okay, that's enough. I'm asking- No demanding everyone to get out, NOW."

"But—" Sails start until he swallows nervously when you sharply turn to him, "Goin' out. Yep, understandable. 'ave a nice day, fellas. Take care o' yerself." His metal hand thumbs up while he walk off along with a sulking Mangey.

Nine grumbles under his breath as he drags himself out along with others. Grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his head, his ears still flat on his head.

You hold Tails' shoulder, who flinches with your touch, "Not you, you are staying. We need to talk. And you guys are going to wait for me in front of the Workshop! No going somewhere else!!" You shouted behind them.

You watch them leave with a sigh while Tails sweated next to you. He glanced up at your stern figure as your face still facing the doors, making sure they all leave without any more trouble. He quickly looked away suppressing the urge to clear his throat. Swallowing harshly instead.

With a stern face you glared down at him. Before you can open your mouth he quickly spilled out, stuttering in panic, "It-it wasn't because we've been jealous!!" He quickly slapped his face, "I mean... NOT, I said not.... jelly...." He started to question his IQ after he made this obvious mistake.

You tilted your head confused, "Jealous?"

He leap in his feet, "Jeliou—? No, no, I meant jelly. Want some jelly?" He pulled out a bowl of jellybean and handed it to you.

You rolled your eyes, you could question this later, where he'd gotten it all of a sudden.

Your eyes landed on his blood stained lips, eyes softening, "Oh, Tails..." you sighed frowning.

You gently hold his head, leading him closer, examining his injuries.

His body stiffen, face burning, sky blue eyes focused on your worried features.

Running your thumb over his injured lip, he hissed, winching away from your touch, you took a step back.

"I don't understand why you're so prone to hurt each other." You rubbed your face in distress.

He looked away glaring at the ground, mostly frowning to himself.

You glance at him, "Tails... it's hurting me... please... tell me what's wrong. I don't understand why you're fighting like this. No reason should ever lead you to fight like this." You whinched when your voice cracked, but nothing else hurted more when he kept refusing to look at you.

He tightly closed his eyes, breath hitching, "No, no please, please don't be disappointed..." he whispered pained.

You hold his shoulders urging him to look at you, "I'm not. I'm just... confused... This isn't like you. This isn't like them. Even Nine doesn't get involved in a fight so easily if there's not a good reason...." You paused, "They're your friends, I don't—"

"They are not my friends..." he grumbled slowly, "They are my counterparts..."

You reasoned, "That does not change the fact that no matter what, you guys shouldn't have been fighting to death. Fuck the reason! It would be so weird to kill your twin!!" You shuddered with the image of your friend's bloody corpses on the ground.

You glance at him frightened, "If I wasn't here in time... would you guys really...?"

His eyes softened with your trembling voice, he closed his eyes tightly and sighed. He glanced at you, "I... We... Well— I—..." He groaned, why couldn't he find anything to say to you?

He panicked with your hassled face, "We weren't going to kill each other..." he sounded unsure. He panicked once again with your frightened face, "I SWEAR"

You sighed, "I... believe you... Are you going to tell me what's wrong exactly?"

"I... can't tell you." He finally puffed out, "I'm sorry it's just... I can't!" He rubbed his face.

He gazed at your disbelief eyes, "Because we need to say it... together... it's not only me that I have this...... problem. If this is going to happen we'll have to tell you together... And I don't think some of us are ready for this." He rubbed his arm, his face showing pure sorrow.

You tapped your arm, puffing a breath out, "Alright fine."

You rubbed your face, "I want this to be over. I know it's uncomfortable for you too. If whatever this is going to end after you told me—"

He hissed, cutting you off, "It's not— I'm going to break that thing..." He glared at the invention that allows your friends to travel between worlds and dimensions.

You rubbed his head, messing his bangs, "No one is breaking it. You have to learn to accept their presence."

He snarled, "It wasn't a little fight and you know it... it has been going on for a long time. I want them to go NOW! They are occupying my space I—!!" He finally had enough, trying to reason with you.

You scowled, "Do not raise your tone for such nonsense! You're acting silly! We're going to do something about this right now! You need to understand me too! I love all of you! Don't you see how painful it is for me to see you guys hate each other's guts before you even try to get to know each other!? I know I can't change how you feel but... Can't you try... for me?..."

He paused, eyes softening, "You think I haven't tried? Nine hated my guts even before I met him. Mangey literally doesn't know how to communicate and Sails is just—" he made a face, "Confusing."

Your eyes soften with a weary chuckle, "Please hang in there for me. If you really get to know them you'll like them too. I promise.

He huffed, "Yeah sure... get to know my counterparts... Sounds great."

You gently hold his hands, "I just wanted you all to get along... Most of their lives weren't easy. They are our friends... coming here to have a little fun that's all... Please don't make it more difficult for them..."

He glanced at you, "What about us?"

You blinked, "What do you mean?"

He took his hands away, "You were spending all your time with them since they came. I feel like they are going to move in here seeing how much more time they spend here than in their own world....Just to see you...."

You freeze.

Holding your mouth he glances at you, consfuse.

You start to giggle and then laugh, you can't hold yourself back.

Tails feels embarrassed, his ears flatten on his head, tails wrapped around himself, fur on edge, shoulders raised in defense. Did he spill something again?

But more so you laugh he finds himself eased, mesmerized by your laugh he watches your happy expression, listening to your cute giggles. Cheeks flushed from laughing too much. He grinned somewhat happily that you're laughing to... him. At least he made you laugh.

He finds his own face getting warm when you hold his hands after taking a deep breath, you grinned up at him wildly, "So that's what it was." Still chuckling a little bit you take some more breath to calm yourself down.

He timidly covered under his bangs, a poor work of hiding his huge blush over his cheeks.

You chuckled, gently pulling him over, murmuring along the way of how he hadn't changed since he was eight.

You stopped just before you opened the door, turning to his flushed figure.

You gently squeeze your hand around his, he glances up at your soft lips, "Look Tails. I love every one of you so dearly. Everyone's place is different. I love you without distinction. But it saddens me more than anything to see you fight with each other like this. Please try to be a little nice to them?" You pleaded.

He stared at you, mouth closing and opening in surprise, "I..." he muttered. He cleared his throat, his sky blue eyes flushing away from yours, nodding quickly.

You give a small smile, "Thanks..."

You two stepped outside.

You give a deep sigh when you notice the tree looked distressed and nervous, avoiding your eyes. You figured they might have heard the whole conversation you two had. That means you don't need to talk more with each of them. But for now....

Seeing the tight atmosphere still going on between them. You pressed your lips into a thin line in disappointment.

At least Mangey and Sails calmed down, seems to be back to their old selves, just a little gloomy from previous events. Unlike Nine... who is glaring at the ground with pure hatred.

No one said this is going to be easy. Nine was always the hardest to get along with. Nevertheless they all need a little talk to get through if you want them to understand how painful this is for you.

You sighed for the millionth time that day, smiling to ease the tension. You coughed to get their attention. Leaving Tails' hand, which was difficult... seeing he was holding for dear life.

Sails and Mangey perked up, Mangey being the one to quickly stumble his way to you. Sails too ashamed to face you, he nervously looked away. Mangey snuggles his face to your legs, gazing up at you with his puppy eyes, whining while tears wells up in his eyes.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to look away from his glassy eyes.

You finally sighed, giving in, patting his head, messing his already unkempt fur, "Your apology accepted. But I did not forget what I saw. You need to learn the consequences for your actions." Damn, he is too cute for you to stay mad at him.

He nodded, whimpering, accepting his fate in his own way, sulking.

You glance at Nine who quickly looked away, folding his arms over his chest defensively. You made your way towards him, causing his body to stiffen even more, tugging his hoodie, burying his face in the darkness.

You heard him grumble, "If you want an apology forget it."

"I didn't come to find one." You smiled.

He scowled, "What do you want? I'm not guilty for what I did or what I said."

You nodded, "I know."

You two stare at each other.

He swallows, fighting the urge to look away, disturbed with the intense staring, "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

He looked away, "Like..."

You raise an eyebrow waiting for him to finish.

"...Like I'm something... special..."

You chuckled leaning back, "But you are someone special Nine." With those words his body eased up, his eyes softened and tails flicked out of its metal hidden place.

He shook his head with a soft smile, "Can we get this over with already?" He huffed, flushing away from your prying eyes.

"Alright, alright." You chuckled.

You turn to all of them, who are staring at you with a glint of envy.

Your eyes landed on Sails who quickly looked away with an awkward cough, picking on his bandana.

"Sails?"

He stutters, goosebumps covering him, tails on edge, "Aye, ma'am?"

"I told you to not call me that."

"Right, m..m..aaay Cap'n?" He chuckled nervously.

You two started.

"I'm taking it as an exception."

"Thank the stars...." He sighed in relief.

You glance around, "Where is your sword?"

He panics, his metal arm raising pointing towards a direction, "I throw it in a ... mini... lake?"

Nine sighed, "It's a pond, Sails."

You give a stern look for the two, who quickly shut up. You don't want to start all over again.

"Do you want this over as well?"

They nodded.

You glared, "Then start to get along with each other, right now."

Sails stepped in dazeled, his metal hand pointing down, "Wait, right right now?"

You unfold your arms, "Yes." You wait for them to do something as a hand rests on your hip.

"What are you guys waiting for? Go for it! Come on!"

Mangey glanced around eyes landing on a yellow rose, he smiled and walked towards it, gently getting it from the ground with its roots. He gets up from the ground and walks back to the group who is watching him intently.

He smiled and reached his hands towards Nine, who was greatly surprised, he sheepishly grinned, with a hoarse voice, "Sorry." He gets the words out from his vocal cords.

Nine gently picked the fragile rose out of his hands, laying its roots in his palm. He grimaced with the dirt staining his gloves and the weird feeling of the roots.... Then he blinked... this was the first gift he was receiving from his counterparts. No. It was the first gift someone ever gave to him. He is going to bury it in a vase where it could stand before his eyes? Yes.

Wow... did he really just think about accepting a gift from... someone? He glances at you while you congratulate Mangey for what he did.

His eyes widened when your eyes met with his. He looked down at his hands... Well, he didn't have any other choice but accept it anyway. He smiled softly.

After that Sails decided to hunt for his cutlass with Mangey. They come back home all muggy and breathless. Seems they had fun. Sails gifted his cutlass to Mangey.

Tails decided to help Nine with the garden while Sails and Mangey painted the white wall fully. They randomly painted a sky and a forest.

Before the day ended you caught Nine helping Tails in the workshop. Without any fight... Not physically helping but that's also an improvement. Tails doesn't seem as bothered as before. Nine is still not letting anyone near and handling his work with his metal tails... but seeing no one showing it in his face about it anymore made you smile.

The next morning you guys decided to watch a movie. After a long discussion you guys choose to watch a pirate movie, because of Sails' long pleadings.

Nine made popcorn with you and actually handed it a bowl to everyone himself. But he sat away from the group for the rest of the movie.

Mangey eated everyone's popcorn and no one minded.

Sails made some moves to show off his skills and you guys genuinely laughed about that.

Even Nine cracked a smile and rolled his eyes at his silly moves.

His words caused Sails to grin and challenge him to a duel. Nine didn't agree but after you worded your thoughts about how cute it would look he somehow agreed.

Sails and Nine ended up scoreless?

In the end you talked to each of them separately, explaining how you felt when they fighted like that.

They agreed to not fight... physically. Of course they still fighted here and there but like promised nothing serious.

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tofu-loverx · 1 year

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Hadramout

Summary: The Creator is lost in the desert Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: nahida x Reader Warnings: Worry, Creator without powers. Type: HCs Note: English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

It was very kind of Archon dendro Kusanali to invite you to her nation , after spending most of your time in snezhnaya nation under the wings of Archon cryo and her generosity, the rest of the archon felt jealous and determined to do the same for you.

So they ended up storming the ice palace and trying to take you by force until you mediated between them in a meeting, the content of which was to divide your time, or say your days, among the rest of the other nations.

So this time it was the turn of sumeru, you had a passion for the desert, the golden sand dunes and the bewitching mix between the yellowing barren land and the vibrant green oases.

One day, you heard some stories about the region called "Hadramout Desert" from some wandering travelers and merchants, so without telling anyone, you carried yourself heading to it.

Of course, she did not know the dangers of the large area, such as sandstorms, lack of vision, complete loss, lurking monsters, and the barely visible sky.

Nahida did not find you in your room, so she assumed that you had gone with Collei and tighnari to the forest.

tighnari : "The Creator did not visit us today."

Collei : "She didn't come to avidya forest today."

Nahida adjusted her features and said goodbye to them as usual, although she did not deceive the jealous fox.

The archon headed towards Haravatat, specifically Al-Haitham, perhaps he knew something.

Al-Haitham:" I didn't leave the headquarters today, so I'm sorry."

Nahida: "Never mind, good luck… bye."

Nahida walked anxiously and from overthinking bumped into one of them.

???: "Watch out!!"

The archon raised her head:" I'm sorry… cyno ?"

cyno : "You look worried…did something happen?"

Nahida sighed: "I can't find the Creator anywhere…and no one has seen her."

The Desert Beast's eyes widened at the news and he said, "We have to inform everyone."

Nahida: "You are right."

It did not take long for the news to spread throughout Sumeru and its environs. Every young and old volunteered to help, as everyone engraved in their minds that the fall of the Creator is inevitably equal to their destruction.

After searching every corner of Sumeru and not finding you, Candace suggested searching in the desert because it is known that "every missing is eaten by sand".

After walking for a long time, cyno caught a glimpse of something shining in the sandstorm.

cyno : "It's the creator's hairpin."

Nahida brought her hands together and tears formed:" Please be okay..."

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stopthewillowproject · 1 year

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mymiraclebox · 9 months

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Miracle Boxes - The Mage Generation

These are the first iteration of the Miracle Boxes, created by the Mage himself thousands of years ago. These consisted of twelve Miracle Boxes, each with ten kwamis, which the Mage entrusted to people during his travels around the world. Thanks to the use of the Panda Miraculous, the Mage lived much longer than most humans, making his travels across the world last several hundred years.

The Mage Box - Wandering Panda Crow Unicorn Rabbit Beaver Dove Horse Owl Parrot Scorpion

The Mage Box was the Miracle Box that the Mage personally looked after. He kept the Miraculouses of great power with him, along with ones that helped him in his travels around the world. The Mage would stay in different lands for decades at a time, and choose a close companion from these areas to become a Guardian of one of the boxes he carried. These Guardians were assigned to care for these kwamis, and to watch over a vast region.

The Successor Box - South Asia and West Asia Ladybug Black Cat Qilin Frog Bee Butterfly Fox Peacock Swan Turtle

This Miracle Box was the first the Mage trusted in the hands of another, which was his apprentice. He and apprentice left their home land (in what is now modern Tibet). They both headed south, with the apprentice heading west when they parted ways, while the Mage went east as he began his travels around the world.

The Island Box - Oceania and Southeast Asia Wolf Platypus Pterosaur Tuatara Binturong Blackbuck Coral Kangaroo Komodo Dragon Thylacine

This Miracle Box's Guardian was originally from what is now modern India, who was a traveling companion with the Mage as they went east together. When they parted ways the Mage went north, while she promised to take the Miracle Box south. This Guardian spent much of her time in Southeast Asia, and eventually headed down towards Australia and into the Pacific Islands.

The Coastal Box - East Asia and North Asia Dragon Cobra Dog Goat Monkey Mouse Ox Pig Rooster Tiger

The Mage entrusted this Box to a family who lived along the coast. The range this Guardian and Miracle Box looked after was along the coast of eastern Asia, but did stretch inland as well. The Mage spent a long time with this Guardian and their family, before deciding to pursue stories about a land that laid across the ocean.

The Northern Box - North America Thunderbird Bear Cougar Deer Goose Otter Rattlesnake Raven Salmon Woodpecker

The Mage didn't know what he'd find across the ocean, but he stumbled into a land much bigger than he imagined. His journeys started up in what is now Alaska, down through what would become Canada and the United State. Like many Miracle Boxes before the new Guardian had a vast region with many different cultures for them and their kwamis to look after.

The Central Box - Central America Firefly Raccoon Feathered Serpent Spider Axolotl Bison Coyote Eagle Falcon Shark

Of all of the Mage's travels, it was in Central America where he stayed the longest. This was because ended up adopting a daughter, who he went on many adventures with. The Mage entrusted the last Miracle Box with an Alpha Duo to her, who he stayed with to watch over, along with his grandchildren in time. He continued south shortly after his great-grandson became Guardian, knowing that he couldn't stay there forever.

The Southern Box - South America Grim Snail Crocodile Dolphin Flamingo Jaguar Jellyfish Llama Locust Moth

The Mage struggled to bond with others as he headed into South America, pained with his extended life and the lost of love ones that comes from it. In time he befriended a lone traveler who lived a similar lifestyle than him, who he entrusted to become a Guardian. They parted ways when the Mage headed south across the ocean, where he encountered the frozen wasteland of Antarctica.

The Jungle Box - Southern Africa Dinosaur Penguin Elephant Gorilla Jackal Okapi Ray Rhinoceros Squirrel Zebra

The Mage did not remain within Antarctica for long, with the inhospitable environment and lack of human life. He headed north up into Madagascar, where he spent a considerable amount of time before he traveled to the mainland of Africa, which turned out to be much bigger than he had excepted when first traveling to the continent.

The Desert Box - Northern Africa Griffin Dragonfly Camel Chameleon Cheetah Giraffe Hippopotamus Hyena Ostrich Secretarybird

He did not select a guardian for this box for a long time, not until his arrival in ancient Egypt. This was the first place the Mage had truly settled in for many years, but he did eventually head east across the Sahara. The Mage's travels in Africa ended in what is now in Morocco, where he then headed up into the Iberian Peninsula.

The Peninsula Box - Europe Kelpie Aurochs Ant Crab Gecko Hedgehog Ibex Lion Mouflon Seahorse

Europe was yet another region that took the Mage a long time to select a Guardian for, and often retraced his paths in locations he had been in before during this search. In the end he trained up several potential Guardians, but only entrusted the box to one, leading to conflict for the box after he left.

The Arctic Box - Northern Europe and Northern Asia Phoenix Lynx Moose Narwhal Octopus Polar Bear Seal Sheep Stoat Wolverine

The Mage settled a lot more often as he journeyed northward, still very nomadic in where he would travel, but would often stay in settlements for long periods of time, especially during harsh winter months. The Mage loved the world and his travels, but he was tired, especially after living for so long. He entrusted this Miracle Box to a woman the kwamis loved to become their Guardian.

The Mountain Box - Central Asia and the Tibetan Plateau Yeti Red Panda Bat Elk Pangolin Quail Scarab Snow Leopard Tortoise Vulture

At the end of his centuries long journey, the Mage found himself rapidly approaching his homeland. When heading across the mountains he found a Guardian for the last Miracle Box with him. He did not spend long here as he did in other regions of the world, being so close to home. And after such a long journey the Mage for ready to rest.

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The Mage's apprentice was long dead by the time he returned to his homeland, but he was able to meet those who were protecting the Successor Box in his apprentice's place. Satisfied with the system he had in place and the kwamis that lived across the world, the Mage decided that he was ready to rest after living for so many years.

Still he knew the greed of humanity, and decided that the two Soul Gems along with the Miraculouses of the Panda, Crow, and Unicorn should be hidden away. They were to be hidden away in the Mage Box, so the other seven kwamis he had once looked after he decided to spread across the world, to unite with other Miracle Boxes out there.

After this he hid away the powerful Miraculouses and the Soul Gems, before officially retiring to his homeland under the care of the Guardians of the Successor Box. While he never told a soul where his Miracle Box was hidden, he did entrust the current Guardians with the knowledge of the location of one Soul Gem, before he passed away of old age.

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The True Generation of Miracle Boxes

The Order Generation of Miracle Boxes [TBA]

#kwamis #kwami oc #kwami #oc kwami #ml headcanons #my headcanons #miraculous headcanon #miraculous ladybug headcanon #ml the mage #the mage #vitaa #plagg #tikki #shii #miracle box

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The Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) didn't report a staggering $7 billion in award-level obligations and outlays during fiscal year 2022, according to an inspector general audit released this week.

The EPA Office of the Inspector General (OIG) determined that the agency underreported its award-level outlays by $5.8 billion, or 99.9%, and its award-level obligations by $1.2 billion, or 12.9% during FY22, the period between October 2021 and September 2022. The agency further failed to report any of its Infrastructure Investment and Jobs Act outlays and under-reported its coronavirus pandemic-related outlays.

"The lack of complete and accurate reporting also led to taxpayers being initially misinformed about the EPA’s spending, and policy-makers who relied on the data may not have been able to effectively track federal spending," the OIG report concluded.

In response to the audit, House Energy and Commerce Committee Chair Cathy McMorris Rodgers, R-Wash., blasted the EPA and called for increased transparency into its activities.

"It’s outrageous and unacceptable that the EPA cannot keep track of its spending or inform Congress — and the American people — of how it is using taxpayer dollars," McMorris Rodgers said in a statement Thursday. "This eye-opening report only further highlights the need for more transparency at the EPA."

"It also raises questions about whether the agency is incapable of managing its record-high budget or if the agency is attempting to hide the amount of taxpayer dollars it is spending to advance the administration’s radical rush-to-green agenda," she added. "The Energy and Commerce Committee will continue holding this administration accountable for its actions that are driving up costs across the board and hurting Americans."

MICHIGAN DEMOCRAT SIGNED NDA INVOLVING CCP-TIED COMPANY, DOCUMENTS SHOW, CONTRADICTING HER PAST CLAIMS

The EPA ultimately corrected its FY22 figures in May 2023 as a result of the OIG audit while making configuration changes a month later. Overall, the inspector general made five recommendations which it said the agency agreed to make.

The report, meanwhile, comes as the EPA both manages a massive green energy fund and continues to request a larger budget. The Inflation Reduction, Democrats' massive climate and tax bill passed in 2022, created the $27 billion Greenhouse Gas Reduction Fund, which in turn establishes a national green bank to fund green projects nationwide.

HOUSE REPUBLICANS OPEN PROBE INTO BIDEN ADMIN FOR OPENING PUBLIC LANDS TO FOREIGN OWNERSHIP

And the White House is requesting that Congress approve a FY24 EPA budget of more than $12 billion, a record level. Republicans have aimed to reduce the EPA budget to about $6 billion, which would be the agency's smallest budget since the early 1990s.

"The Biden administration is using EPA as a pass through for taxpayer dollars to fund left-wing groups that aim to get Democrats elected, not improve the environment," Mandy Gunasekara, a Heritage Foundation visiting fellow who served as the EPA's chief of staff during the Trump administration, told Fox News Digital.

"A failure to report $7 billion is absurd and unacceptable, but also symbolic of how Team Biden operates: prioritizing their political goals over the needs of the American people," she continued. "I’m glad Chair Rodgers is monitoring this and hope the committee brings forth the agency’s Chief Financial Officer to account for this serious oversight."

The EPA did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

#nunyas news

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Exploring is something that the Were-eel is naturally inclined to do when it finds itself in new environments. Normally it would simply burrow into soil to better traverse the lands, but since Coruscant is a heavily industrialized city planet, there's really no place for it to dig into. There are streets that work as "natural" tunnels however, so once the Were-eel finds its way outside of the barracks, it follows the streets as if they were underground tunnels.

The amount of light and noise is immediately overwhelming.

Almost immediately the Were-eel loses track of the way back because of the violent assault on its senses. And then, when people begin to take notice of it and panic at the sight of a "huge monstrous snake" loose in their "perfectly nice streets", it gets even worse.

You'd think a great big beast that took on much bigger eels and a falling Jedi head-on would be harder to intimidate... But the fact of the matter is that Coruscant is simply too much for the Were-eel to handle and, without it being able to use its sense of smell to navigate back into the safety of the barracks, it opts with going deeper into the under levels to escape the terrifying flashes of light and mind-numbing cacophony.

Enter Fox, who was expecting to be collecting someone's lost pet python, staring up at what is essentially a giant coiled up and terrified monster with a vod's face, and you've got yourself quite the recipe for either comedy or disaster...

#star wars #the clone wars #eel side of the moon au #were eel fives #commander fox #arc trooper fives #Fox did not sign up for this please help him #Were-eel Fives is very scared and now there's a 'crab' with a stick staring at him menacingly #they're both having an awful night

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pessimisticshapewithablog · 1 year

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My personal COTL headcanons - Gods

Spoilers for Relic of the old faith below

Gods in COTL are singular entities that exist uniquely in a single time and universe. Ik in some media, like transformers, 'gods' are multidimensional, and exist all at once in every conceivable universe, sharing a single consciousness across all forms. But something about the lands of the old faith stated to have been separated from the rest of the world makes me think that gods made there are tied to that place. That iteration of those lands. Like plants growing in an isolated location; over time those plant become so specific and specialized to their environment that the CAN'T survive/exist anywhere else. A god is a being of great power and influence but, only in one place and universe. Other gods will form and exist to fill niches within their own universe.

11.

Gods cannot reproduce with other gods to birth new gods. Idk why but this just makes sense to me. Kudaii has a quote: Hatched were we, in the bosom of the last of the First Gods. To bestow Godly instruments, and yet never wield them ourselves. As nature demands. "Nature" in this place seems to involve a sort of checks and balances when it come to distributing power in COTL. Two powerful beings coming together to make more power beings, i feel would break some fundamentals rules of physics like conservation of energy and/or mass. Ik it's a video game but the magic system is also heavily inspired by real world beliefs like tarot card readings, alchemy and Occultism soo...

111.

The biggest threat to Gods in COTL is/was other gods. I made this realization after learning about Chemach and her "relics", which are bits and pieces of gods and their possessions. Gods and their possessions have the capacity to hold power and abilities like batteries. Their power can easily be wielded by another, making them targets for other gods wanting to expand their ability repertoire without having to do all the work of amassing said power. This ties back to my second headcanon. The world of COTL is a closed system cut of from the outside world. There is a finite amount of power/energy that can be gained within this system.

1v.

Being a God in COTL is more than just amassing power, they need a 'purpose'. A focus, something that they are passionate enough about to embody completely. IRL gods were used to explain natural phenomena like the wind and seasons. It seems as though it is possible to become a god in this world by will alone. Dedicating oneself to a single 'purpose' can grant you untold power over that purpose. I have a headcanon that some of the NPC we meet are minors gods or gods in the makings. For example, The Fox. He has some of the abilities of the bishops, like telekinesis and teleportation. His 'sphere of influence' seems to be night, darkness, predation/ murder. A fear most creatures have, of something lurking in the dark, waiting for chance to feast. He will not attack those he deems an equal but is able to easily overpower the Lamb when they tried to save Ratau. This reverential fear has given him power.

There is an order Gods known as the Old Gods. I believe these were ancient eldritch primordial being that existed before time immemorial. They may be equivalent of the Titans from Greek mythology, beings that represented forces of nature like Gaia and Uranus. Whether they are gods or just powerful ancient creatures is a mystery. Cults and religion form around the old gods and take many forms of worship. Some of these old gods are sentient but, not always.

v1.

The reason Gods bartered the ??? 'mystic seller' was power, specifically new energy in their enclosed system. The ??? exists outside of the system/world of COTL. They appear to have access to things only gods would have use of. In exchange for God tears. I established earlier that every part of a god is a source of power in some form but there is something special about artifacts from the Old Gods. Maybe they could generate new energy within the system.

v11.

Gods of similar powers and attributes tend to congregate together. River gods could be found among lake, or ocean gods. Rain gods could be found near weather and storm gods.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #my post #my cotl headcanons #cotl gods #cotl relics of the old faith spoilers #cotl relics of the old faith

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ok I need witchy help again. There's a grove of trees behind my dorm that's being cut down and I know there's nothing I can physically do to stop it but I want to protect the animals that live there.

There are two barbed wire fences and a highway separating us so I've never actually been in it, but I've been spending several hours a day looking at this grove for abt a year and a half. There's a shipping company located behind the trees and semitrucks with shipping containers drive around it. Idk what company it is but now they're cutting down the trees, adding lights that block out the stars, and paving over it. I watched them rip about a fourth of it out with their machinery this morning.

It makes me so fucking furious I want to go over there and tell them to stop and so sad that I want to cry. Those trees have been such an important part of my own mental health even if I can't get close to them and I know SO many creatures live there. I've started having stress dreams abt them ripping it out when they started abt a week ago and a lot of my dreams involved using magic to stop it.

I tried googling it but I couldn't find any protective charms or spells for the environment, they were all protection for yourself that uses the environment. I don't want to want to hex that company, I just want to protect the animals that live there and give them a new place to stay. I am a baby witch who's also a broke/busy college student so smth that's quick and easy would be preferred but I'll take anything.

More of my angry rant under the cut bc I'm furious

List of animals that I've seen living in the trees and in the small swamp in front of it over the years:

opossums

multiple families of raccoons

a cat colony with kittens

eight different species of frogs

cranes

many different species of corvid

owls

bats

a family of red shouldered hawks

vultures

rabbits

foxes

many different species of jay

snakes

leeches (yes they deserve to be saved too)

turtles

skinks

lizards

geckos

many different species of insects, there's no way I can list them all

hummingbirds

mourning doves

a singular alligator

Every single fucking day I watch the cranes fly East to sleep on the river as the sun sets. I've seen them fly West to the swamps as the sun rises too. I saw two vultures courting the other day. The raccoons, cats, and opossums don't run from me anymore and will happily let me get within a few feet of them (I never try to touch them). I know exactly which trees the bats live in. I saw a moth that was bright blue and orange, mimicking a species of wasp. I saw a species of hawk I had never seen before. I talk and sing to the trees even if there are no animals there. That was the only place I've seen a wild fox. The cranes land in the swamp and hunt the frogs. There's a huge bullfrog that lives in the back corner. I've saved baby snakes and turtles from cars. They both easily fit in the palm of my hand. I thought I found an injured bird the other day and was totally ready to help it even though I don't know how (it turned out to be fine, just behaving really strangely). Every time it rains, I go out and pick worms off the sidewalk for hours. The trees are where I go to get away from the stress of my schoolwork, my two jobs, and my roommates.

I need this ecosystem so fucking much, I have hung so much of my mental health on it and now they're coming in and ripping it out and paving over it!!!! They're putting more barbed wire, more pavement, more streetlights. I want to see the tall grass and the puddles and the trees and the hills not a FUCKING PARKING LOT WITH TRUCKS BEHIND A FENCE. I AM SO SCARED FOR THE CREATURES THAT LIVE THERE, I NEED THEM TO BE OK. EVEN IF I LOSE THE TREES, I'LL FEEL BETTER KNOWING THAT THE ANIMALS ARE SOMEPLACE SAFE. THERE'S A HIGHWAY LITERALLY ON ALL SIDES, I DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE THEY CAN GO. I NEED THEM TO BE OK

#strange request but i really need help #witchcraft #witchblr #magic #environmental activism #environmental justice #environmental witchcraft #environmental magic #green witch

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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Thanksgivings Are Better Twofold

thMulder and Scully have many a checkered collection in Thanksgiving fic land-- some unpleasant times with family drama always at the ready; but it never holds them down for long, and the memories are worth it.

This is truly a mixed collection-- some fics only a paragraph long, others taken from larger works or longer series-- but all are enjoyable in their own ways.

(**Edited: Added a few stories below I missed on my first go-through.**)

Loose chronological order below~

By Timeline

Dryad’s (Ao3) 2790 Vine St. (Ao3)

“"Wait just a minute, young man," she called. She turned him around, fussed with his jacket, rewrapped his striped wool scarf. "There we are. Now you look like a proper young man about to go to a Christmas party."

Fox grimaced and looked away from her too-bright eyes, her fixed smile....

How could they even consider going to a party when Samantha was only a month gone? And why did he have to pretend everything was okay?”

Young Mulder and his parents spend Thanksgiving at a neighbors, where polite society ignores the gaping hole left in their lives. He wanders, distantly connected to his environment, observing his parents’ mutual distances.

emmbright’s (Gossamer, LiveJournal) False Dawn

“Listen and repeat: "Je me suis perdu. Pouvez-vous m'aider, s'il vous plait?"

Mulder listens and haltingly repeats, struck by the meaning behind the words he mouths. Yes, he thinks, I am lost.”

Post 3 Mulder is so guilt-ridden that he accepts Tena’s “please”s to join her for Thanksgiving. On his way over he finds Scully’s French language tapes and listens to them emptily. His misery only continues with Maggie’s next call.

Juliettt’s

All I Want for Christmas

“Sometimes he would pick up the phone after hearing the caller identify him- or herself. Usually he did so when it was Margaret Scully on the other end of the line. Funny -- he would have thought she would be the one person with whom he would be afraid to speak, but it hadn't been like that at all. The Lone Gunmen tired him with their overly enthusiastic theories and vain attempts to cheer him. Mrs. Scully never tried to cheer him. She would call him when she felt particularly blue or had an idea he might be. She was usually right. And he would answer and sometimes they would just sit there listening to one another breathe because there was nothing to say.”

Pre-One Breath Mulder’s birthday wish-- for Scully’s return-- turns into a Thanksgiving wish turns into a Christmas wish as he dodges invites from Maggie and mires himself in guilt. A tombstone and a phone call end his cycle.

Lullaby

“If he found us awake he would sing old ballads to us. Melissa was usually asleep."

Mulder looked at her. "But you stayed awake," he said softly.

Scully nodded. "It was the one time I had him all to myself. I grew to miss that -- even years later when we had grown apart a little. Even after we fought about my joining the FBI. He couldn't understand -- I don't know if he ever really understood.

AU Post Anasazi 1-- Mulder’s return from NM is rolled into a Thanksgiving celebration (incidentally, Melissa never died so no drama.) He overhears Scully singing lullaby, and she relates how her dad used to sing it to her. Mulder later hears it himself, but decides not to mention it.

(BONUS! i.e., Part 2 of the above fic:)

Marriage- Lullaby For a New Generation

“No, Mulder showed his affections in rather more unique and creative ways. Up until a few months ago he had routinely accompanied her in to work for early morning autopsy calls just so she would not have to go alone, and then he would slip out and buy her an extra large mocha and a croissant to be consumed after she was finished. He'd make certain the car was always full of fuel when he knew she would need it. Or he would sneak home during lunch when he knew she was going to be in meetings or the lab all afternoon and put a pot of spaghetti sauce or a casserole on to cook so that when they arrived home, hungry and exhausted, there would be a hot meal waiting. And then, if she were especially tired, he would insist on doing all the dishes instead of simply drying them as he usually did, and maybe even run her a hot bath and leave her to soak the stress of the day away. And then, too, he gave a mean backrub. . . .

So what if he didn't give her flowers and candy and soft music? He gave her his love and respect and time and gratefully accepted the same from her.”

AU Post Anasazi 2-- Mulder is happily married to Scully, and loves to sneak Will from the FBI nursery to his office as much as he can. Scully overhears him singing her father’s lullaby; and stuns him with her belief when he relates his past experience.

httpspotter’s The Key to My Heart

““Would you hand me the key for a second? I forgot something.”

She did, a bit confused. Was he mad at something now and regretted giving her the key? But Mulder just wrote his name on a piece of paper, glued on the key with duct tape and gave back to her. “There you go.”

“Thank you” she said, softly.

Scully knew that gesture meant how much he trusted her. Mulder was trying to say it was okay for her to go without him at his apartment, to pick up a file of a case they were investigating, or anything else. If he wasn’t home, she could still go and wait for him there. It meant a lot of things, and definitely it wasn’t about the fish.”

Post One Breath Mulder is going to be out of town for a family Thanksgiving; and gives gives Scully a key to his apartment. She sees the motive under it all, and rewards his trust with mac and cheese.

@sunsoakd/agenderleadingplayer’s up (where the world won’t let us down)

“he notices how no one says thanksgiving, wonders if it's a nebraska thing. she still hasn't said anything and he's almost worried until she takes a sip of her cocoa and the whipped cream gives her a white mustache and he laughs, and so does she, and he reaches out with his napkin to wipe it off and underneath it all she's smiling.”

S2-5? Mulder and Scully spend Thanksgiving in a diner, thankful for each other.

@wexleresque/hllsteeth’s thankful

““No, uh, it’s not cold,” He says. Scully raises an eyebrow at him but goes back to eating, looking perfectly content and unbothered. Mulder squints at his plate as if it’s done something to offend him before taking an experimental bite of the stuffing, drizzled with gravy. This bite is as bad as the last, oversalted and overpeppered. He didn’t even know it was possible to add too much pepper to gravy until this very moment.”

Post Redux ii Scully is deeply embarrassed by her recovering sense of smell and inedible Thanksgiving meal. Mulder is supportive, and the two strike a deal.

@nowwhateinstein’s (Ao3) Don’t Know Much About History

“But no amount of complaining would change Mother Nature’s mind. She’d be spending Thanksgiving alone and away from her family this year.

A knock at the door startled her out of her melancholy thoughts. Perhaps it was her building super, come to tell her to expect power outages due to the storm. She padded over to the door in stockinged feet and opened it. She was surprised to see Mulder standing there. He held two paper grocery bags, each full to bursting.”

Gobble, gobble, Scully,” he said by way greeting, sidestepping his way into her apartment.”

After Post Modern Prometheus, Mulder joins Scully for Thanksgiving after her flight is snowed out and she is left behind in DC.

Pattie’s This is The Way Thanksgiving Should Be

“A kitchen full of women. Why was that always the case? Scully reached for a small dish of chopped parsley. "Mom, how much of this do you want in the potatoes?"

"All of it, honey. I measured it out." Margaret Scully smiled a knowing smiled at Tara.

"Navy wives, Dana! Remember how you grew up? So many things timed just right and organized as good as a ship?" Scully felt a longing for that sort of arrangement. A family routine. "Yeah. I do. It's been so long. But I do have my own routine down pat. Everything is to the letter as long as there are no surprises."

S5 Mulder pretends to have something better to do, but scoots over to the Scully Thanksgiving as a surprise.

@all-these-ghosts’s (Ao3) Thankful (Ao3)

““I don’t think my mom has the wrong impression about anything,” Scully says slowly, and he has absolutely no idea how he’s supposed to interpret that, no sir, and then she continues, “She set up the air mattress for you.”

“Right,” he says, and finally puts his bag down. “Thanks for letting me…”

Her eyes are almost soft. “Of course.””

S6 Mulder somehow gets slotted into the Scully Thanksgiving; and further didn’t expect his “Truth or Dare” to be answered honestly, if mildly.

@softnow’s (Ao3) thankful

“It has been twenty-five years since he celebrated Thanksgiving—really celebrated—and he’s never had one like this. There were so many people crammed into Maggie’s modest house, aunts and uncles and cousins he’d never even heard of. They hadn’t all fit at the dinner table; he’d eaten on the living room floor, styrofoam plate balanced on his knee, iced tea nearly knocked over more than once by one rambunctious kid or another.

He’d told Scully he was fine, she could sit at the table with her mother and brothers, but she’d refused to leave his side.”

It’s S6? Thanksgiving, and Mulder joins Scully for her giant family gathering. He’s surprised that she wants to eat with him on the floor, and even more surprised that she is happy to do so.

@baronessblixen’s (Ao3)

Be Brave - Chapter 1

““Mom, we work together.”

“So? He’s your friend, isn’t he?” Maggie wonders if Dana realizes that she’s scrubbed the same plate for over two minutes. It’s clean. Carefully she takes the dish from her.

“It’s just not something we talk about.” But she wants to. Dana thinks she’s hard to read, difficult to understand. Not for Maggie. She glances through the window and sees Mulder and Charlie laughing together. Even Bill looks peaceful.”

Maggie has decided enough is enough; and pushes Scully to make a move after their peaceful Thanksgiving dinner.

Unnamed Prompt 38

“This is exactly the kind of family gathering Mulder is used to. Yelled accusations. Past missteps. Oh yes, he knows this. Except it’s not his family. And no one, for once, is yelling at him. He’s outside on the porch, the sun trying to hide, too, disappearing quickly, going to sleep. Under him the wood creaks softly. No one but him hears it. They’re in the kitchen, Scully and her brother Bill. Mulder was in there with them moments ago. He doubts either of them even noticed when he slipped outside. Out here, their voices are muffled, but he can still hear them, word for word.”

Scully and Bill are at each other’s throats. Maggie finds Mulder disturbed outside; but convinces him to come in with pie after Scully drops the “boyfriend” word.

Rainy Thanksgiving Aren’t As Bad As They Seem

“He's sated, he's tired, but most of all, he's happy. There on the couch are Jackson and Katie, their two miracles, both pretending to watch TV, both struggling to stay awake. Mulder merely smiles at them and tiptoes out of the living room to find Scully in the kitchen drying the dishes.”

Post Revival-- It’s the first Thanksgiving as a knitted-together family; and Mulder and Scully soak it in as they miss Maggie and banter freely.

@lotsoforangesoutside’s (Ao3, Alt. Tumblr) The Turkey Special (Ao3)

“One corner of her mouth perks up as she recalls that Bill was absent from the dinner table today; her Mother gushed over Mulder for the majority of the meal and packed Tupperware after Tupperware of food for Mulder and her to enjoy later.

Somehow, her mother knows with firm convictions that they have plans to spend the rest of the Thanksgiving weekend together.”

Mulder had always been a bum at his friends’ Thanksgivings. He is moved to finally belong at someone’s-- Scully’s.

@suitablyaggrieved/ScullyLovesQueequeg’s Avoidable Feast

““That—that is a large bird,” He says, and she glances over at him, to see what he means. He points in his leather gloves to the display of frozen turkeys that are stacked precariously for Thanksgiving, which is only in a couple of days. Scully feels a slight fluttering in her belly that she dismisses immediately, but there is no quelling the thoughts that she would soon vocalize:

“It’s going to be our first Thanksgiving together as a couple,” Scully says, brushing her fringe out of her eye.”

Both Mulder and Scully have a near-miscommunication over Thanksgiving plans; but assure each other they do, indeed, want to celebrate together.

@msrpolaroidproject’s Thanksgiving with Mulder and Scully

““I had such a wonderful holiday, Mulder,” she murmurs, “Thank you.””

Scully had to skip out on Thanksgiving with her family to spend it with Mulder. It shocks him that grateful she is to do so.

@msrafterdark's (Ao3) home for thanksgiving

“Dana is... Dana’s different now. She seems a little firmer, a little more stoic, and he’s sure from what little she’s told him about her current line of work thta is HAS to have an effect on her. The last several years have thrown so much at this family...agruably her most of all.”

Charlies observes his sister; and is glad she is (finally) happy.

@jinjoint/Jintian’s Seven Days

““Maybe if you tell me what bothers you so much about visiting her.... Won't this be the first time you've seen each other since you were in the hospital?"

"Yes. But Scully, nothing bothers --" He stops. "Fine. Something bothers me. But I want to see how it goes before I say anything."

"I want to know how it goes, too, whatever it is," she says.

"I will tell you. Soon.””

Post Amor Fati Mulder is visiting his mother for a week. He calls Scully here and there to deal with Tena’s lack of warmth (and to mildly discuss their new relationship.) His worry for his paternity comes to a head over her birthday dinner, and leaves both with a fallout uncomfortable to both.

Blueswirl’s The Simplest Explanation

“She doesn't have to ask who he's talking about. She knew before the words even left his mouth. An ordinary boy, his sister gets abducted...

"If you want to look at it that way," she says, gently. "But we both know it's more complicated than that."

"Is it?" he wonders. "Maybe it's not. Maybe it's just that simple. And, just like with Weems, everyone who gets involved in his life becomes an integral part of his luck. It's just not much fun when it's all bad."

Post The Goldberg Variation, Scully finds Mulder in a dour mood over darker reflections on cause-and-effect and luck. She insists it doesn’t reflect back on his life; and struggles alongside him on a missing girl’s case. As the anniversary looms-- on Thanksgiving that year-- and the case has no conclusion, Mulder is able to answer some questions and find a measure of peace.

@atths--twice‘s (Ao3, Alt. Ao3, FFN)

Thanksgiving on the Run

““Hmm, yeah,” she hummed with a nod. “Though I think I would like to find a motel tonight. With a real bed? And a toilet we don’t have to drive to?”

“Yeah. I think we could do that,” he said with a smile, looking around and noticing the decorations adorning the walls. “Hey, Scully, is it… I think it might be Thanksgiving.”

She too looked around and then let out a deep sigh. “I think you might be right,” she said quietly....

On the run, Mulder and Scully pause their mobile living in time to catch Thanksgiving. This spills over in a beautiful visit to the botanical gardens.

A Thankful Morning

““What time did you say Skinner would be here?” she quietly called to him.

“Uh.. he said three, I think. He’s bringing everything and he seemed pretty excited about it,” he answered, as he poured water in the coffee pot. He added the coffee and turned it on, walking back toward the couch and sitting next to her.

“It was nice of him to offer a home cooked Thanksgiving meal. I was set on cereal and toast,” she said, looking at him again.”

Post Revival-- Mulder and Scully, proud parents of their daughter, are enjoying a nice Thanksgiving with the company of Skinner.

@agentwhalesong/sadandangstyagent’s (Ao3) The Past is the Past

“Bill saw him as soon as he entered the living room, the person who was the very reason why his sister had been away from home for so long. Mulder was helping Maggie with bringing food to the table, smiling and making her laugh as she ordered him around. He couldn’t believe how lenient his mother was with him, even after all the mess he had made not only in Dana’s life, but also in the lives of everyone else she had relations with. Maggie had been the one to suffer the most when she realized her daughter had simply vanished, leaving only a note in her wake that said she would be fine and that no one should go looking for her. Even if she didn’t say it, they all knew it was because of Mulder, so it didn’t make any sense to Bill that Maggie didn’t seem to hold any grudges against her daughter’s partner. Maybe she knew details about their story that Bill didn’t because, ultimately, he didn’t know a lot. He didn’t know anything, actually, if he was being honest.”

Post IWTB-- Bill is tired of picking fights, and finally, simply, OBSERVES.

@this-is-surely-tru/your_truly’s Side-Effects May Include

““How do you feel?”

He stroked his thumbs over the skin above his eyebrows. “Hung over. Like I told you I would.”

“You hadn’t slept more than three hours a night for almost a week, Mulder,” she said. “You needed to take the pill.”

Who could sleep when there was less than a month until the end of the world? Mulder couldn’t stop the spinning, no matter how desperately he wanted to get off the ride, and they both struggled with how alternately listless and manic he’d become in the past six months.”

Post IWTB Mulder is on the brink of depression; but Scully dutifully cares for him with sleeping pills and funny, lively nephews.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ) Unnamed (only link)

“The dishes are stowed away, leftovers marinating in their own juices and seasonings for the days ahead. Mulder has plans for turkey stock and a cranberry granita.”

Mulder and Scully eat themselves into an over-stuffed stupor.

2nd Anonymous’s Unnamed

“On this thanksgiving day Mulder falls asleep, his tummy full of sweet potato and Turkey on the couch cuddling with his equally full daughter.”

S11 Mulder and his daughter nap on the sofa; but still manage to lure Jackson and Scully to join them.

@fridaysat9′s (Ao3) Just a Thursday in November

“Melissa smiled and placed her dish stack next to the sink. “Bill never changes, does he?”

Dana laughed a little and closed her eyes. No, he did not.

“I’m proud of you, Dana,” Melissa said. “Not everyone is brave enough to change careers. And beyond that, take a step off the beaten path and work in a department and with someone that others aren’t always fond of.”

“Mulder is a good partner,” she said, sensing her sister’s concern mixed in with her praise.

“I know he is,” Melissa said. “I can feel it.””

The Scully family’s full Thanksgivings slowly shrink as the years pass; but Scully still finds happiness as Mulder is added to her holiday.

Canon-Divergent or AUs

Sukie Tawdry’s The Way Things Are (2/2)

““You and your partner spend a lot of taxpayer money on wild goose chases. How do your superiors justify that?" Bill Mulder asked, voice sharpened to a fine edge.

"We've solved some serious crimes, Mr. Mulder." Scully knew she should keep out a family dispute but she couldn't bear to hear her partner's work denigrated.

"So far, our superiors are satisfied with our progress, Dad." Scully detected an undercurrent of anguish beneath the calm determination in Mulder's tone. Her partner placed his fork on his plate, perhaps having lost his appetite.

Was this a typical Mulder meal? Tension hung in the air, as if a palpable presence. Teena Mulder kept conversation moving, undoubtedly as she'd been taught to do as a proper hostess.”

S1-- Mulder and Scully are in a committed relationship in consequence to a surprise pregnancy. They are happy, TLG are happy, her family is happy-- but Mulder’s job continues to brutalize him in his quest for answers, and his parents remain cold and indifferent. Scully sympathy and dry wit helps patch him back together and soldier on. And all ends happily (and hilariously) throughout. Thanksgiving is the big climax of the fic, so it counts!

Love this fic, and constantly return to it (while skipping part 1 entirely-- but that’s my preference.) Mount St. Scully is a downright hilarious terror.

@broadcastnews1987/inspl0tchess‘s (Ao3) At the Close of the Day

“She’s cold and annoyed and shoeless and she is alive, alive, alive.

She balances on one foot on the log, still holding one of Mulder’s hands. “Well,” she says, her voice soft and even, “that settles it. I’m going to have to kill you.”

The snow is coming down harder around them. Mulder wipes his eyes, and she resists the urge to stomp her sock foot at him.

“I’m sorry.” He is not. “I’ll buy you new boots.” He’ll do no such thing. “Come here.” Because that went so well last time.”

Scully is recovered from her cancer, and is happy to spend Thanksgiving on the road with Mulder, “slotting into place.” But she immediately stops him from pedestalizing her recovery; and makes moves to seal the deal.

@cecilysass‘s (Ao3, Gossamer)

How to Eat Pleasant Holiday Meals With Co-Workers (Ao3)

“The last idea makes her stomach clench ominously, bringing to mind fears she’s been holding back. What if a baby does come between them, just as he worried? What if he feels trapped by the prospect of being the actual parent of a child? Kept from the work he’s always made clear is his top priority? What if she will eventually have to set him free to raise this child on her own?

She subtly tilts her head to look at her partner, watching goofy dancing reindeer on TV. His eyes are bright and amused by the spectacle. He looks like a boy himself.”

IVF timeline-- Scully gets the stomach flu two days after transfer, and skip her family’s meal to watch the Macy’s Parade with Mulder. Scully spends all day worrying too much about burdening Mulder with obligation; Mulder, meanwhile, is being hit the reality of a possible successful transfer. His worry for both their health stuns Scully, finally and opens a conversation between them.

How to Eat Holiday Meals With Co-Workers - Chapter 4 (Ao3)

““Mulder.” His voice sounds broken, like an old man’s.

It’s Lionel speaking. Lionel of Lionel and Reyna, who live in the farm house adjacent to their property. Lionel and Reyna, their nearest neighbors. Lionel and Reyna, his nearest neighbors.

Lionel seems to be asking him to dinner tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, cranberries, pumpkin pie.”

Mulder is depressed, alone, after his breakup. Scully won’t call, and he knows she won’t answer his calls. He tries to preserve the last ounce of dignity he has left while avoiding his neighbor’s pity invite to a Thanksgiving meal.

How to Eat Holiday Meals With Co-Workers - Chapter 5 (Ao3)

““What if Mick sees ghosts?”

In tandem they both turn back again to watch their small daughter. She has a stick and a leaf in each hand, and she is gesturing with them, making some kind of point to a group of unseen people.

“She could be surrounded by ghosts, Scully,” whispers Mulder. “So many ghosts.

“Oh Mulder, she thinks, turning back towards him and reaching out with her fingertips to trace his face. She’s not the only one.”

Mulder and Scully and their daughter Mick-- the nickname sticking until it wore Scully down-- are enjoying a peacefully reclusive Thanksgiving in their new home on the Vineyard until he sees her talking to imaginary friends and deduces they’re ghosts. When Mick says one of them is named Samantha, Scully has to pull him aside to prevent him from losing it.

@catarinquar’s (Ao3, WBM) of saturdays secrets and maybe-babies (Ao3)

“Mulder bites his lip. “Maybe. Tell you what, though, your brother had us figured out.” At Thanksgiving, he had liked Charlie well enough, but he’s been a little—perplexed, since. Married with kids, but not bringing them for the holiday. Showed up for his father’s burial, but not for Melissa’s. Not when Scully lay dying. Still. “I didn’t know you were so close.”

She shrugs. “Just… younger sibling solidarity.”

“Yeah?” he says, thinks, absolutely not . ... “Scully, let me see you. Tell me about Charlie.”

It is minutes before she draws back far enough for eye contact.”

Early S7 IVF timeline-- It’s the Per Manum arc and a new relationship and Thanksgiving all rolled into one. Mulder is wrapped up in silent hopes and dreams before the transfer; but once the holiday is over and the process started, his questions about her family help elucidate his own role to Scully and their future to himself.

MD1016′s (FFN) The Sins of the Father (FFN)

“I glared at Mulder until he reluctantly looked my way, and then shrugged and offered up a lame, "What?"

"Is this where you tell us Dana has developed some sort of eating disorder, or something?" I asked, ready to nail him with the blame the moment the words came out of his mouth. He drove her crazy, that much was clear. She easily could have developed all kinds of psychological disorders because of her associations with this guy.

"She's not feeling well," he said slowly, carefully. There was no way I could miss the extra flexing he did with his jaw. Interesting.”

S7 IVF timeline-- Bill loved both his sisters; but as the years roll on, he found he could no longer understand them. After a huge uproar at Thanksgiving over Scully’s health, he finds out how much he truly didn’t know.

JET’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Small Lives Awake

““Scully," he said the night before. He was turning a tea saucer over and over in his hands. "Really, it's too much trouble. I'm sure your brother didn't plan for extra company."

"Nonsense. They as much as invited you anyway when they called a month ago."

She wrung out the rag and the wire scour while soapy water glugged down the drain.

He finished putting the pans in the drawer beneath the oven and sat down at his kitchen table.

"It's one week. You need to get away, see your family."

"You're my family too," she said in a rushed breath, as though they were arguing.

He seemed slightly startled.”

S7-- Scully and Mulder aren’t dating (yet), but she wants him to come with her to Charlie’s. There she rediscovers pieces of herself, and even finds a little X-File for her and Mulder to preoccupy themselves with on their breaks from nephew chaos and migraines from the haunted curiosity shop. All is well, and moves are made.

(*Note: I personally think our duo began dating after The Unnatural; BUT, despite the timelines, it all shakes out to not be canon-divergent, or AU. Speaking of--*)

1st Anonymous’s Unnamed

“William’s guilty eyes cross hers ; his fingers are sticky with yam topping.”

S9 AU-- 4 year old William wants ALL the food.

Shoshana & salliejohn‘s

Empty Place Settings

“I was happy to do anything they asked. I wanted and needed to see my sister. She's the closest thing to Mom I have right now, and I miss Mom desperately. I miss her phone calls and her visits and her advice on child rearing. I miss her care packages and long letters. I miss everything about her, even her curt responses to my snide remarks about Mulder.

Of course, I'm not angry at Mulder anymore. Just at the FBI. The military, too, I guess. They were in cahoots against him, permitting some hastily organized kangaroo court to sentence him to death.”

A piece from a larger S9 AU-- Bill and his family reunite with Scully and Mulder for Thanksgiving. Both Scullys bond over the painful ache of their mother’s absence (she is in hiding with William), and even manage to bridge some gaps between Bill and Mulder.

This is such a cool series-- it works up to Bill reuniting with Scully, beach-blonde Mulder, Scully’s new research job to (hopefully) work on a vaccine with the risk of getting caught, and deep emotional connections between all the characters.

Girlie_girl7′s

Man to Man Talk 07

“Will fussed on the way to grandma's house but at least he wasn't screaming like he had been 12 hours earlier.

"You okay Scully?" Mulder asks as he adjusts the rear view mirror so he can see her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine Mulder but you must be dead on your feet. You walked the floor most of the night."

"It's part of the job Scully and besides I don't take much sleep."

Post Existence Mulder, Scully, and Will are sleep-deprived and battling the baby’s infection; but Thanksgiving awaits, and it’s not too bad after all.

A 40 Day in the Life

““My foot is getting better," Scully tells her son as she usually does at least four times a day but she shows him her foot anyway. It's still swollen and slightly purple but it does look much better than it did one week ago. William seems satisfied and takes off out the bedroom door and down the stairs.

Next to annoy Scully is Mulder. He comes in carrying their daughter. Scully does admit he has the baby dressed cute. She has on her black Mary Jane's with white socks and a blue velvet dress trimmed in white lace and somehow Mulder has been able to gather up enough of her 'brother cut' hair to put a barrette on top of her head. "You sure you feel like going, Scully? I mean if you're tired we can stay home," Mulder says trying to weasel out of this Scully tradition, 'Thanksgiving dinner at moms'.”

Mulder and Scully have (currently) two children, a busy career, and many, many close calls. Having recently recovered from flesh-eating disease on a case, Scully just wants a relaxing Thanksgiving without Bill ribbing her or any kiddo meltdowns. She gets neither.

@blackcoffeeandteardrops‘s (Ao3)

Mashed Potatoes

“She thought about his comment regarding not remembering Maggie and nudged him in the side with her elbow. “You were a baby. Despite whatever circumstances that might have occurred to allow you to recall things from back then, it’s okay that you don’t remember her, let alone anything else from before,” she said, watching the way he tapped a finger against his leg, still staring at the floor rather than at her. “And Will?” she said, drawing in a deep breath, wanting what she said next to sink in. “It’s okay if you’re not okay today. I know that we...haven’t talked about it much, and I didn’t know if you really wanted to, but if you did, that would be okay.”

William shook his head, darting his tongue out to moisten his parched lips. They had talked about his life in Wyoming some, but it was always such a tricky situation. What had happened with his adoptive parents was his own experience, but given the lengths Scully had gone through to keep him safe, he felt a connection with her he wasn’t completely sure he understood.”

AU My Struggle 2-- This is the last part in a longer series (1/ 2/ 3/)-- Will has been settled with Mulder and Scully in the aftermath of the world being saved from the deadly virus that, unfortunately, killed Will’s parents. Thanksgiving approaches; and, while Mulder recovers strength, Scully and Will bond over honoring their lost relatives while prepping for their Thanksgiving feast.

This series is gold. Absolutely wonderful!

Enjoy!

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I saw that you like red wall(I've only watched the animated series), and I was wondering if you've also seen the secret of nimh?

Hell yeah I have! It's one of my favorite Don Bluth films, right next to the original Land Before Time.

Did you know the book and movie are two vastly different experiences?

The Book:

The Movie:

It helps that the book has no magical elements at all and is just showing the lives of rats with human intelligence--and of course Mrs Frisby and her sick son, Timothy.

Did you know that the original book was actually written and published in response to real life treatment of rats? Specifically, an experiment by John Calhoun from a real life research facility called National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH)? The experiment is on overpopulation and how it affects the health and mentality of animals, with rats and mice natural being a general stand-in for humans. The results are actually horrific.

TL;DR: When space and available mates become scarce, animals stop reproducing and become depressed because they can't travel to find new mates and fulfill their purpose in life. No brainer, right?

Though... The research might be more applicable to studying potential problems from colonizing other planets that require us to create spaces for our species to survive. Humans tend to be one of the most adaptable species on the planet, even more adaptable than rodents since they have to evolve to fit the environments and humans just make machines that supplant evolution entirely, so the research might not be as helpful as we might like. Just another reason to can it entirely.

I have a question for you! <3 Have you ever heard of this book series?

If you really like the Secret of Nimh movie, I highly recommend checking this out. And if you really like Redwall and want something more grown-up and sci-fi, check out the book: Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nimh.

I can happily report that the Redwall series and the books are extremely similar, though Brian tends to add paragraphs of food descriptions. Where are they getting the milk, Brian?? Who are they milking!? Why are they baking things that need eggs, Brian?? Birds are people, too!

In the Redwall book, there's a lot of continuity weirdness. Scourge shows up in a giant horse-drawn carriage containing thousands of rats when later books have no horses and also the carriages are more badger-sized. It's an awesome image, though, so I can't complain. It's a real shame they didn't make a dark movie about it.

I caution you about some of the things Brian writes. He rarely has good "verminbeast" characters (and those usually are simpletons) and even characters that should be considered good are treated by the narrative as evil (Outcast of Redwall is a whiplash of emotions, let me tell you, and Triss and Taggerung are both basically Mary/Gary-stus respectively.) And some tropes are extremely repetitive. A lot of the villains are cartoonishly evil to an almost hilarious degree--even as a kid I was laughing at Gabool the Wild and his absolutely insane obsession with a bell.

I would recommend Martin the Warrior and the sequel Mossflower, Mariel of Redwall and the sequel Bellmaker, Marlfox (for the chaotic fox family), Pearls of Lutra (for the nuance in the cats), The Long Patrol (for the bunnies and actual nuance), and of course Redwall and the sequel Mattimeo for the best Basil Stag Hare moments. Outcast of Redwall is my personal fav, but my boy Veil was done dirty at the end there.

And if you like to read a story and universe similar to Redwall but is more linear and focused on one small cast, there's the Mistmantle Chronicles.

I am missing one book in the series so I can't say if it's all good. I find the lack of descriptors boring. These books are hard to find so I would just start looking for pdfs. Who knows? You might like the series better than I did.

#long post #sorry the long reply i got carried away #book recs #i once created a redwall fanfic that i planned to turn into an epic but eventually i canned the idea #and decided to use it as inspiration for original fiction #the book has been in progress for five years with no sign of actually getting written lol #asks #thanks for the ask! <3 #oh shit i forgot to recommend Rakkety Tam #that book sends me to a higher plane of existence with how wild everyone is #they fight fucking cannibal Wolverines in that one #and those things are monsters #the only shame is there wasn't a badger vs wolverine fight #totally missing out

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Entry #5 : Paw Patrol Is On A Roll! Event-based writing (for Astro Attorney), selfships.

Somewhere in Fontaine...

✧.

"Heizou, I don't think it's professional of us to cuddle with wild sea otters."

"What?!" The man in question turned around immediately with a crushed expression, offended that they were, sorta; kinda, not allowed to be affectionate with the marine life in Fontaine. Not that it was really his fault — all the animals here were unlike the ones in Inazuma, after all — but there was a reason why they shouldn't. And Esther planned to make sure that these critters stayed safe and sound in their natural habitat.

Esther reached down to grab the otter in his arms, only to let it free from Heizou's awfully clingy embrace. "Nope, sorry babe. Defeats the whole purpose of keeping them safe." (Letting wild animals be used to human touch would be detrimental in the future, because while we know we would treat them right, other people — like poachers — would take advantage of the domestic behaviours of these animals.)

Feeling rather stumped, Heizou groaned and laid back on the sand. "You're really no fun, Esther. I see you too; don't think I can't understand just how badly you want to put your face onto the otter's fluffy stomach."

"Your eyes are tricking you," she answered, smoothly. Too quickly, she winced internally, and her answer received an amused chortle from her fiance.

Archons, they were supposed to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity, and here they were, getting distracted by cute otters and the cool seawater. She had better things to do, like finding out why some of her memories were all faded out, blanked, and altered, but these commissions were her ticket to her truth.

(Like it or not, she just had to comply. If she didn't, then who knew what that Fatui magician might do to her mind- or the Hydro Archon and her loyal Chief Justice.)

"Alright, let's actually do some scouting before we visit our next client, yeah?"

[ Save Our Otters, Not Your New Fur Coats! ]

A fact that isn't known to many is that, truthfully, not ALL animals of Tevyat could be your regular household pet. Not Sumeru's Rishboland Tiger, nor the Spinocrocodile; none of the native foxes of Mondstadt; and not even Fontaine's dearly beloved otters!

Poaching is a real problem that occurs in every corner of Tevyat, regardless if the species is known as a domesticated kind or not. Those who conspire in these illegal activities would actively hunt or capture wild animals on land that do not belong to them, or in contravention of official protection.

Related to this issue, a client of ours is a representative from Fontaine Animal Welfare Bureau, and has spoken up about recent poaching cases that involve Fontaine's infamous otters! My, how absolutely cruel.

Could you really live with the fact that you are contributing to the problem - buying products made out of otters, or keeping illegally-caught otters as "exotic pets?" If you asked me, or my fiance, we would object to that. Not only did we take it away from its natural habitat, surrounded by its own kin, but we also desensitise these beautiful creatures to humans, which would be destructive to the nature of these otters and the environment!

Help us out by reporting any suspicious organisations, and contacting your nearest Wildlife Center. Let's all save the otters - we don't need more pets to show off as a trophy, and definitely no need for genuine fur coats! -

- Esther.

Astro Attorney Bias Game.

#🖋️ || Astro Attorney Event! - Esther #🖋️ || Astro Attorney Bias Game - Submission.#astronetwrk

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I wrote this and stealing is illegal don't try it ~Puppy love~ Mafia Boss!Hyungwon x Border Collie Puppy Hybrid!Minhyuk ~TW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Gun's, Hybrid Trafficking, Pet Names (Puppy, Breeding Toy, My Pet),Minhyuk Gets Called A House Wife Once, Breeding Kink, Leash & Collar Use, Master/Pet dynamic, Possessive Hyungwon (In A Smexzy Way), Being In A Cage, Mentions Putting Minhyuk On Heat Suppressants(Birth Control), Hybrid Heat Cycle, Mentions Of Mating, Death, Locking Oneself In A Room, Mentioned Characters: MX (Shownu, Wonho, Kihyun, Jooheon, Changkyun), ATEEZ (Wooyoung, San), SKZ (Changbin, Felix), TXT (Soobin, Beomgyu) Not Verbally Mentioned But Are Acknowledged, Sex In Front Of Others (The Rest Of MX), Mentions Of Sharing Minhyuk, Rest Of MX Are Paired EX( ShoWhoKi, JooKyun,), Protected Sex(Very Cash Money Hyungwon), Whipped-ish Hyungwon, Most Likely Not Proof Read

Word Count:1,650

Everything was cold, waking up in a cold basement that is all Lee Minhyuk has ever known. Being a hybrid meant no freedom, only cast aside to be trafficked to mafias, and people of high power. Sitting in the cold dreading the day he is sold off or put down. Both outcomes not good from his point of view. Bright florescent lights shine above him as he watches potential buyers walk into the room, viewing the other hybrids. A fox hybrid with a freckle under his eye, a cat hybrid with blonde hair and deep voice, and a bunny hybrid with pretty white floppy ears.

Looking around Minhyuks dark eyes land a tall figure, one of the most beautiful men he has ever seen. The man looked at the row of cages his sharp eyes landing on the border collie hybrid. Feeling uneasy from his unwavering eyes Minhyuk looked down submitting under the pressure. Workers opened the door to the room attaching leashes to each hybrids collars that lay around their necks. Coming to sit on their knees the buyers introduced each other one by one.

Minhyuk recognized the tall man as Chae Hyungwon, Leader of the X Clan. They ran half of Seoul's underground crime possibly more, knowing once you go in you don't come back. "How much for the collie?" He spoke, with grace flowing in his words. He looked like royalty, "5 Million dollars Mr. Chae, are you sure you want the collie? He's rather rambunctious-" The head worker was cut off by Hyungwon handing over a duffel bag full of cash. "Bring him to my home in one hour, or its your brains against the wall." A cold glare set in on the face of Minhyuks new owner, one of his fears, yet greatest fantasies finally coming true.

It was two hours since Minhyuk seen the man, two hours wasn't the time the caretaker was given. Minhyuk's ears perked up at the sound of a car door slamming outside the building, looking up there where seven masked men. All built wide, strong, and tall, though there was one almost hamster sized, pressing his ears to his head, guns cocking and being pointed at the owner of this horrid building. Pulling down the mask that covered the tallest figures face Minhyuk had realized it was his new master. "I told you bring the hybrid to me in one hour, and you still failed to do that. I was even nice enough to give you an extra 30 fucking minutes. But I keep my end of the deal unlike you dick heads." Minhyuk backed into the corner of his cage, the only home he's even known. Shots being fired was heard but he didn't look instead he felt his cage shake and the door was ripped open like a snack pack.

Minhyuk felt long feather like hands intertwine in hair, pulling him from his cage. Darkness covers his eyes, as he is dragged to his feet into a new environment. Minhyuk's ears heightened as a door closed feeling movement he backed into a firm chest. Feeling fingers unbuckle his collar the puppy boy feels hands run through his hair scratching behind his ears eventually falling asleep. Pulling to a stop the puppy boy is awoken, by large strong hands lifting him. Still blinded Minhyuk hears a door open, and close he jumps at he coldness under his thighs and fuzzy tail.

Dim Lighting comes over Minhyuk's vision. Hands are on his thighs, looking up to the body attached to them. Meeting the eye's of his new master Chae Hyungwon, "Nice of you to finally join me, my pretty puppy~" looking into the eyes of a prince, Minhyuk left a tint of pink flush against his face. "I'm guessing that the shelter didn't give you my name, let alone anything to take-" Cutting himself off Hyungwon looked at the puppy apologetically. "Forgive me pup I didn't mean to word it like that." raising his had to pat the older boys head, instead the collie boy flinched away.

Looking up at the taller man, opening and closing his mouth he finally gets the words out of his mouth. "Master, why did you pick me? O-out of all the hybrids at the shelter. Why me?" looking down at the big hands on his thighs, watching as they inch higher up his legs closing around his growing boner. "Because I knew your parents. Minhyuk, look at me my pretty pet. I made a promise to them before they died, and now after tracking you down you have to live under my rules. As my new play thing~" Whispering the last part into Minhyuk's ears, he looked at the younger man.

After a few weeks of living with Minhyuk's new master, he started to catch feelings for him. Knowing that it's not a good idea, Minhyuk couldn't help it and with his heat coming soon he'd knew locking himself in his room would be the best option. Three day's Minhyuk has been locked in his room though given food from the servant's Mihyuk has a different hunger, the pain from needing his master was growing fast. Whining out for Hyungwon he hears the door to his room unlock. "Puppy, I told you those heat suppressants would have helped. Why haven't you taken them?" Looking up at Hyungwon, Minhyuk looked down in shame. Tears swell in his eye's at the embarrassment, and pain. "W-Want you to breed me- please Master it hurt's."

Grabbing a hold of Hyungwon's shirt, pulling the younger man down. Looking into Minhyuk's tear filled eyes, Hyungwon picks up the puppy boy. Pushing a door open the two boys had yet to realize the rest of Hyungwon's men in the living room. Unlocking their lips breathing heavily, Hyungwon reaches for the collars buckle but is pulled back by Minhyuk's hand. "Ma-master, please breed me." Looking the younger man in the eyes Minhyuk grabs Hyungwon's hand and wraps the leash around it, the black leather adding a nice touch to his long fingers. Gold hints glitter in the light as Hyungwon looks at the gold plate on the collar reading "Property of Chae Hyungwon", growing harder in his pants Hyungwon pulls the older boy closer to him.

"My Pet I would love to ruin you right now but the rest of the guys are in here." Whispering in Minhyuk's ear. "Let them watch then, maybe let them have a go with me?" Smirking at the taller, Minhyuk is pulled closer to Hyungwon. "I don't like to share my breeding toys" almost growling he pulls something from his back pocket. It's a Trojan condom size large, looking up at the younger man with wide eyes. Minhyuk's breath quickens, ripping the package open Hyungwon rolls the condom down his length. "Do you want this?" looking for any concern in Minhyuk's eyes.

"Fuck me like you mean it." growing with need Minhyuk grabs a hold of Hyungwon as they share a kiss. Moving Minhyuk to lay down on the table, Hyungwon slowly pushes his cock into the older boys hole. Groaning with lust Hyungwon pushes his length all the way in Minhyuk. "A-ah~ Master, your so big please go faster, want your cum please." Begging his master, Hyungwon sped up at his puppy's demands. Speeding up, the two boys look over to see Hyungwons men in their own little fantasies by jerking each other off. "My perfect pet, look at me and only me while i make you my perfect house wife." gripping Minhyuk's leash to refocus his lust filled gaze back to his master.

Slowing down his hips, Hyungwon gently picks the older boy up wrapping his hands under his thighs. Propping Minhyuk on his hands and knees in doggy style. Hyungwon pushes his cock back in the smaller males hole. Grabbing a hold of the gold and black leash Hyungwon pulls the puppy boy to his chest, and wraps his other hand around Minhyuk's cock jerking him off. Moaning loudly with his eyes rolling to the back of his head Minhyuk tries warning his master that he's about to cum. "Master please, can I please come? I've been a good boy please." As tears run down Minhyuks flushed cheeks, "Cum for me, my pretty boy. Been such a good pet for me, Gonna breed you nice and full."

Hearing the short lived praise, Minhyuk's cum coats Hyungwon's hand the same time he fills the condom with his cum. Maybe some other day he'll breed his puppy full. "Did so good for me baby." Picking up the tired Minhyuk, Hyungwon carries his mate to the bathroom to wash him up. After washing and drying each other Hyungwon dresses Minhyuk in his favorite red pj's. "Hyungwon?" looking shocked both men looked at each other, Hyungwon had never heard Minhyuk address him by his real name, it felt nice. "Yes my dear Min?" coming closer to the older boy laying on the bed, he made grabby hands towards him silently asking to be held while they slept. Looking in each others eyes a moment paused for both, "I love you." both boys said in unison, and finally kissing each other goodnight.

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