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Autumn's Bounties
A/N: Another gift fic for @muppenthings based on her delightful OC-verse with my favorite found family, Snuffy and Hilda! Posting a little late for Christmas, but oh well. My apparent writing style is "Better Late than Never"... 😅
This one is short and sweet. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 💜 As always please let me know if I missed a tag!
Or if you prefer you can read this on Ao3.
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Autumn.
Autumn meant cool breezes, the end of the warm summer nights. Little creatures storing up their food supplies and preparing for a long rest ahead. Autumn was the mark of the Earth itself preparing to sleep.
Autumn was humans bringing in great harvests, preparing meals for the entire village at a time. Sweet spices and warm drinks. Cozy fires and late nights telling tales of old.
Snuffy flicked his ear. He loved summer, but he really loved Autumn.
It was barely dawn, and the grass near the house was crisp with frost. He could smell rain in the air, coming in in a few hours perhaps. If the storm got too bad, Hilda would invite him inside; they would build a little fire and, if Snuffy was lucky, she would make cinnamon rolls or pancakes. Maybe even potato dumplings.
Snuffy licked his lips. One of the kids in town had been teaching him ‘puppy eyes’ for even better effect.
Hilda would knit, and Snuffy would watch; the soft yarn weaving carefully between long wooden needles. He loved just watching her work, all of the clever little things humans could do with their hands. He loved visiting the craftspeople in town with Hilda, inspecting colorful fabrics and shining metals.
As he got used to the humans, they got used to him. The mail-carrier hadn’t jumped upon seeing him move in at least a month now!
There was a girl in town who liked to visit, just to see Snuffy and ask him about his home and family. The way he had grown up. She had taken a few scales from the yard that he had shed, which at first he’d thought was a little weird, but she never seemed malicious about it, and she had brought back little necklaces with beads and a scale on each one. It was endearing, if odd.
It was nice, at least, to be making his own friends in town.
There was a festival coming up that they had already been invited to; Snuffy received a personal invitation, and was informed that he was now being considered as a member of the community, and was there anything he wanted to bring or would need accounted for? Last year’s Yule celebration had been such an interesting event, and now he was being included in even more.
His tail twitched, and he smiled. The forest around them was getting colder, but in defiance, the humans became warmer.
Out of storage came the warm quilts and thick clothes, ready to defy the sharp winds of winter. Heavy curtains hung to keep the chill from seeping through cracks around the windows. Tall boots replaced thin shoes in anticipation of snow.
Yes, it was barely dawn, now, but the day was already full of promise and excitement. He and Hilda could exchange stories of family and celebration. They could go into town and she could shop while he played with the village kids in the rain. And if he came back with a sniffle, he could just use his ‘puppy eyes’ to ask for warm apple cider.
Time moved past lazily until, much closer to midday, Snuffy found himself watching from the side as Hilda and several other villagers worked; pulling ripe vegetables from the soil, dusting each off with gentle hands, and placing them in different baskets. The community gardens were close to the heart of the village, and everyone was buzzing with excitement for harvest festivals and feasts. Something close to the Yule festival in size, with a massive table for everyone and enough food for everyone to bring guests from other places. Pickling and stewing would begin in preparation for winter, and warm, thick stews would be made to feed the less fortunate among them.
Snuffy’s tail thumped idly against the grass. He had offered a hand, but even in his more human-shaped form, his claws needed somewhere to go. He’d cut a handful of the more delicate vegetables (and of course, they were all delicate compared to his strength), and though the others had laughed with mirth and not malice, and though Hilda had patted his cheek with a warm smile and leather-soft hand, he had decided he would be more effective help keeping larger animals away.
The funny girl was there, too, in the garden. Her boots were caked in mud, and she huffed with the effort of carrying heavy pumpkins and armfuls of tomatoes, but she was smiling brightly. She was singing to herself, the notes soft and lilting. It was quiet; too quiet, perhaps, for the other villagers to listen, but Snuffy twitched a sensitive ear in her direction to catch the song. It was clear this was a song she knew by heart, perhaps had sung many times before. He wondered how she would react if he hummed along.
Hilda was taking a break, now; sitting closer to Snuffy and helping to clean dirt off freshly pulled crops. He thumped his tail again, happily, and let out a low grumbling noise as she leaned against his side.
He liked it here, he decided. Not just living with Hilda, or being in the village. He liked being with the village, sitting comfortably with his favorite people close by. He liked being a part of their community, accepted for all of his quirks and celebrated in spite of misunderstandings. His village was warm, his friends were sweet.
They were his blanket to keep the world’s chills away.
#warcats writes#muppen friend#friend oc#oc fic#yes I added myself as a character to my friend's oc verse#I won't do much I promise#I just wanna make friends with the dragon ok?#gift fic#original work#ask to tag
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An event that took place in mid 1700's. Gorm was summoned by the islander's ship as usual, but things took an unexpected turn. After this he didn't return to the surface for hundreds of years. Never understanding why they acted like that.
#Muppen draws#oc Gorm#giant merfolk#g/t#cw blood#cw injury#cw knife#cw tentacles#It's finally done#If the quality drops at the final page; I just wanted to finish it.#And there's a particular panel I also just gave the middle finger to. xD#If I ever draw another ship this year......#I have SO many things I want to tell you about this comic#but ... eh.#If there's any questions or anything is unclear ask me!#Gorm has absolutely no clue why they suddenly just got angry with him.#He really thought they were friends and then they just... slap him like that? Telling him to go away? Fine.#Away he went. He doesn't have concept of time passing either
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Movie synopsis &isney Blot
Bot is beloved dog of small girl Penny Parker who father big scientist die by bad guy hand. But Bust is not just regular dog but super dog with an ability and several.
But in reality all is fake it is TV show that they are on. Bolt believes is real tho and think he is super dog for actual. He Peony love because she is nice girl and give him carrot toy make happy. But one day she capture by evil Dr. Catman in show and he think is real he go to save nor knowing he is misguide.
Butt is all out on own now and his on race across Argentina to find of her think she is in danger. He is in New York City and is shock ti find he is no longer super he power they do not works. He is scare and think it is evil plot to him.
He find funny pigeons and they are funny to him but then he find a cat of alley, Mistens. He think she is Dr. Calypso minion because she is cat (racist) and demand she take of him to where there is Plenty capture. She is know he insane but she is hostage and can do nothing because she is hostage to Bunt . They travel westward across Albania to Holly's Wood in Californication.
When Bob gets hunger for first time Mutten must teach of him how to beg and they gi to of trailer park for food begging. At here they meat small hamster in ball name of Rino who is super fan of Bolt watch all of show! Mustard realizes that Borscht is a character of TV and his super powers fake and life lie tries to tell him. But Buck will not listen and he insist he is super dog. He bark but it does not do the super to Minimum and instead they capture by animals control.
Reno save Block from capture truck and Bork realize Mitten was correct he is just regular dog not supper. Together Blust and Rumbo go to save Mitte and are successful! Yay! Buck and Mustten become friend again and Bart says he wants to try be normal dog but doesn't no how. Miffed teaches him as they travel together again with Rico. They get fight when Bulk wants go to Hollywood to find Panty still but Milton wants go to New Vegas and live there forever. Bunk strikes off on own to find Benny and soon Rollo and Mexican decide they will follow and not abandon friend.
Bent arrive in Hollywood and find that Putty has replace Buff with lookalike! He is sad so sad very sad but then Muppen find him tell she hear that Penny actually sad for of Bolt missing. Then Paddy in real actual for real danger after bad thing on a set and he must save if her even if he is a normal. Dog. He does! And then Penny and Buzz leave show business to live in small country house with Molten and Rhine. They are happy and country song play credits rolling
Bolt is sweet movie warm you hearts and give you good time. Watch with whole family together in a theaters or when it is in a video at home. Never forget. Open up heart toBlot movie and kiss it on mouth with tongue.
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Yuletide Glow
A/N: My very *very* late gift exchange fic for @muppenthings is finally here! I really hope it was worth the wait. Her half of the trade is here; my little Floof AU OC playing with the other Floofs. I treasure it.
For my part, I wrote a little blurb about two of her beloved OC’s, Snuffy the Dragon and his old lady friend Hilda, celebrating Yule. (And I added in a handful of surprises for my fellow long-time Muppen fans.) I did a moderate amount of research, but I’m sure there’s still stuff I got wrong so feel free to leave comments and tell me more about your traditions! Also as always, please shoot me a message/comment if I missed any tags! Anyway, on with the fic!
Alternatively read this on Ao3
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Snuffy felt a firm pat on his nose as he was sniffing at the wooden bowl Hilda had set out. It was a funny shape; oblong, slightly pointed on one end and curved up on the other. It looked like a weird shoe. His ears twitched down slightly at being caught mid-investigation, but Hilda was smiling at him anyway.
"Don't move that. That's your shoe for the Yule Lads." She said gently as she carefully hung a long branch of pine across the top of the window. Snuffy moved and carefully grabbed the branch with his claws, lifting it the extra few centimeters to the hook.
"My what for who?" He rumbled, picking up another branch to hang over the farther window.
"It's an old tradition. You set out a shoe for thirteen nights and if you've been good, the Yule Lads will leave you gifts. And if not, they'll leave something else…" Hilda replied simply. It only left Snuffy more confused.
"Why a shoe? And who're the 'Yule Lads' "
The old woman's smile turned from fond to a touch mischievous, and Snuffy quirked his head.
"They're kind of like elves that like to cause trouble. They're watching to see if children are behaving and doing things like cleaning up after themselves."
"Why do they care, though?" Snuffy's ears perked up, watching as Hilda disappeared back inside the house with a little pine tree in a pot, and reappeared with a very thick oak log, which the dragon carefully took from her as well.
"Well, their mother eats the naughty children." Hilda motioned for Snuffy to put the log down in the little fire pit structure near the cabin, and when he did, she spread some black ashes over the top.
Her explanations weren't making anything clearer for him.
"But why do I have a shoe? I don't wear shoes. And I'm not a hatchling anymore."
Hilda huffed, but her fond smile didn't waver, and she gestured for Snuffy to set his head back down and settle; which he obliged, if for nothing else than to receive a scratching on his nose.
"I thought it would be fun to include you in my Yule celebrations this year, but if you're not interested I can put everything away. The shoe is an old decoration I found in the attic, and it's big enough to plausibly belong to you." She pondered for a bit, and Snuffy rumbled happily at the feeling of her little nails on the soft scales of his snout.
"I didn't say it didn't sound like fun." He replied, after a few minutes of scratching. Hilda perked up and gave him another pat, before going back into the house for another box. "So what do I have to do to be 'good' ?" He asked when she returned.
She chuckled, and began hanging funny looking ornaments on some of the lower trees and bushes. "Oh, you're already good. You'll just have to wait and see if you get any presents."
Looking closer, the ornaments were all simple and covered in seeds and dried berries. Snacks for the other, much smaller wildlife in the area. There were four that were hung very low on the bushes closest to the front door, along with dishes of water that looked to be mixed with honey.
A bundle of fresh daisies from the store in town, catnip, sweet berries, and small strips of dried meat: gifts for the funny spirits that had been wandering around the cabin lately. And sure enough, each ornament had a little scroll with their (assumed) names: Bee, Cat, Raccoon, and Fox.
Snuffy hadn't seen them much this winter. He hoped they were doing well.
They spent most of the afternoon like that; decorating the cabin with the rich greens of pine and holly, placing bundles of mistletoe and colorful candles on a little altar. Hilda finally declared the decorations complete by clipping bells to each of the four corners of the altar cloth.
"There," she said, brushing her hands clean on her skirt.
Watching her, Snuffy rumbled again, "Are you sure the other villagers won't mind me coming tonight?" His ears lowered a touch, betraying his nerves.
Hilda simply flashed her mischievous grin again, "Well, they don't really have a choice. You're my family now, so you're coming. I'm the crazy old lady who lives in the woods. It's not like they can stop me. Unless, of course, you don't want to come?"
He offered her a hesitant smile in response; he couldn't say he wasn't nervous about it. He liked the other people he had met so far, and of course, Hilda would be there the whole time. He'd even been getting more practice at shape-shifting and changing his size.
But all of the times Snuffy had met new people had been only one or two at a time; this would be the whole town. And there was going to be an even bigger Yule log burning in the town square, lots of tables and decorations.
Lots of things to trip over.
Snuffy shook his head, and perked his ears as Hilda finally returned with the last of the evening's necessities: a big pot.
Everyone in town was bringing food tonight; the main event was a big feast in celebration of the gods. Hilda had spent almost all of yesterday cooking something incredibly savory-smelling, and hadn't even let the dragon lick the spoon! 'A surprise,' was all she had said, as she set the kettle aside for the night; the pot stayed warm by the fire and never ceased its temptation of Snuffy's tongue.
Snuffy concentrated hard, closing his eyes. Slowly, he felt magic from the world around him wrap along his body, and he could feel the rushing sensation that came with changing from the size of a house to (roughly) the size of a human.
Even like this, he was well over a foot taller than Hilda, and most of the rest of the town...
He bent just slightly and carefully took the handle from the old woman's grasp, carrying the hefty metal and hearty stew with little effort. Hilda gave him a look, which he knew meant 'I was carrying that just fine'; he responded by raising his eyebrow and one ear, matching her gaze to convey 'I know, but you don't have to carry it when I'm here'.
One of Snuffy's favorite things about living with Hilda was how easily they could communicate without words. So much of dragon language was in face and gesture. It had been an exciting surprise to learn that humans could talk with just their eyes or postures too!
He swished his tail and rolled his shoulders, enjoying the quiet of the forest and the crunch of iced over snow under his feet. Hilda was covered head-to-foot in warm furs and knitted scarves, and her boots made much lighter prints behind them. The silence of their walk was comfortable; friends simply sharing space.
And if the dragon kept his tail loosely circled behind his old friend to catch her if she tripped, that was simply his own secret.
Several minutes of walking finally bled the dark, quiet forest into a warm, glowing town; the edge of the trees gave way to soft flickering torches and candles, and there were ribbons and wreaths and ornaments everywhere.
Snuffy stopped at the tree line, in awe of the sights around him. The center street had been cleared, and the town square held a massive bonfire surrounded by tables and cauldrons. There was more food than Snuffy thought he could eat, even in his massive true dragon form. The whole town had come out to celebrate, people dressed in warm reds and off white, carefully embroidered coats and long twirling cloaks. Several people were wearing wreaths on their heads, decorated with ruby red and sparkling gold flowers.
Hilda must have noticed his pause, and he felt her hand on his back.
"What do you think?" She asked softly.
"It's really beautiful." He replied earnestly.
With a gentle nudge, they began walking again, down into the center of town. The dragon couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious with all the staring, and he felt his ears tilt down slightly without meaning to.
Oh well.
A few townsfolk came to meet the pair, and carefully showed Snuffy where a much smaller fire had been started, to keep the stew warm. As he passed, his nose twitched at the familiar smell of apples and cinnamon, strangely coming from the cauldron next to their own. The girl stirring this cauldron barely looked up as he came over to investigate, and he took a deep breath of the sweet steam coming from the liquid.
"Would you like some?" The girl asked; her voice was unwavering, and she looked back up at him with a cheery smile.
He hesitantly smiled back, moving a little closer. "What is it?" He asked softly in response.
"This is Wassail," the girl replied, giving the pot another stir, "this one is for the kids, but on the other side of the table there's one made with alcohol."
Snuffy tilted his head in question, prompting her to continue, "it's apple cider with honey and a bunch of spices. It's really good for warming up, and it's really sweet."
Well, the dragon didn't have to be asked twice when it came to sweet things made with apples, and his tail swished in excitement as the girl handed him a wooden mug filled with the drink, offering him another smile as she did so.
Snuffy spent a good amount of time just enjoying the smell, remembering Hilda's baking sitting out on the window sill in summer. He turned to comment on the memory, but found the woman no longer at his side. He startled, more than he cared to admit, looking for her, until the girl simply pointed in the direction over his shoulder.
Turning, he saw Hilda standing next to the stew pot they had brought, stirring and adding last-minute spices.
Right. All of the food for the feast was being blessed for the gods, and everyone was putting their best cooking forward to bring a bountiful new year. There had been a ceremony earlier in the day for a sacrifice, a goat being ritually dressed and led through town before being killed in the name of the gods. Part of that offering too was now roasting, being readied for the feast they were about to have.
Not to mention, Hilda had lots of other people she wanted to see tonight, too. Holding the mug protectively, (perhaps tighter than normal,) he wandered back over to her slowly, watching her chat with other older townsfolk. But the second she looked up to see the dragon, her face lit up and she waved him over.
"I see you found the sweets right away," Hilda teased. Snuffy offered a mildly embarrassed smile, and his ears bent down, but he knew she was happy to see him trying something new.
"Did you want one?" He asked, watching the other townsfolk wander away again, over to the tables.
Hilda merely waved him off, "No, no, I'll get something to drink a little later. It's just good to see you enjoying yourself. I really do want you to have fun tonight." She spoke with a warm smile, and he settled himself next to her in the snow, sitting and lightly waving his tail, watching the town.
It was a peaceful night; the sky almost on fire with glowing stars. The dancing bonfire lights reflected against the snow and ornaments, bouncing around the town merrily. There were some more children a little ways off, having a snowball fight.
Someone dropped something itchy over his ears.
His head darted around, moving much faster than he would have intended, to see the girl from the Wassail cauldron standing next to him with her hands out but empty.
Her face was red with embarrassment, but thankfully, she didn't look scared.
"Sorry," she stammered, "I thought you might want something festive to wear too…"
Snuffy's face tilted again, and he reached up to lift the thing from his head - it was a wreath, like he had seen some of the others wearing. Carefully braided branches of holly and pine, tied with the same red and gold flowers, which turned out to be made of fabric.
He smiled back at the girl again, carefully placing the wreath back on and balancing it between his ears.
It fit perfectly.
"You just surprised me a little," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm not usually so easy to sneak up on."
The girl beamed, swinging her arms slightly, which waved the bottom hem of her long red dress. "Good then. I hope you have fun tonight! I'm really excited for fruitcake!"
His ears twitched up again in excitement, and Hilda gave him a light clap on the back, "cake is for after dinner."
Snuffy responded to her quip by sticking out his tongue playfully.
He trailed along behind Hilda for the most part; there were, of course, lots of wintery things to taste and smell, and a handful of people exchanging gifts and other displays of affection. At one point, Snuffy shyly asked Hilda if they could get one of the little knitted bears on display, so he could give it to the Wassail girl as a thank-you.
The dragon spent a long time just staring up into the night, marveling at the dancing colors that the town was dressed in. There were little lights of every color spilling over windows and along houses, twinkling and chasing each other like snow-pixies in the night.
As he wandered behind Hilda, the warm smells of roasted meat and hearty spices filled the air. All around, offerings were left on little altars or hung on evergreen trees. Candles flickered as some humans knelt to pray.
At one point, they came up to a small group of people before the fire, singing merrily. Though he didn't know the words, Snuffy's tail began to sway lightly to the melody. He closed his eyes and let everything wash over him, then.
The night was crisp and cold, but the glow of the little town felt warm against Snuffy’s soul. This would be nice, after all.
The little town had welcomed the dragon with open arms.
With Hilda’s hand on his back, Snuffy took a seat at the long table, and took a deep sip of his Wassail, smiling.
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I made my fairy sona, Chione, as a floof!! From @muppenthings floof au which has captured my heart as of late. It's such a comfortable world to play around in. Just nice. I wish I could join the little nuggets on their adventures in Roman's garden.
It took a while but I finally settled on a design I liked lol. Simple, easy, but with little flower patterns. I need a little glitter after all 😉
If you want to see the ones I colored by hand to get my ideas in order, they're below the read more (very messy but still proud of them mostly lol. The first design is on the right. Lots of glitter....):
I started playing with my glitter markers on the first one when I decided I was going to redo it, hence the chaos lol. Oh well. At least I finally figured something out.
I might even print one to go over with some glitter markers. 😉
#warcats rambles#warcats coloring#muppen friend#floof au#muppen floof au#this took two days#I'm so picky omg
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Perhaps 🦅 , 🧐 and 🤡 if you feel like it from the fanfic writer ask! :D
🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
Oh I'm flying by the seet of my pants, and the pants are 100% on fire. The most planning I have ever done for a fic was for Long Road Home, and that's only because the first chapter is originally based on a daydream/backstory for a DND character who's campaign got scrapped before it could begin.
99% of the time I have an idea for a scene and think, hey that would be cool, and write the scene. And then I have to spend several months trying to write a story that will fit the scene and make it long enough to be published 😅
I have eight WIPs...
🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?
It depends? I've researched a lot of stuff about wound healing and hospitals lately because that's info I don't want to just make up for myself. I've done some research on fantasy/medieval hierarchy and titles for Long Road Home. Recently I've been researching a lot of Norse traditions and mythology 😉
It all depends on if I feel confident enough to bs my way through 😅😅😅😅
🤡 What’s a line, scene, or exchange you’ve written that made you laugh?
From Wide Eyed In Wonder:
"I did nothing." Logan said with a casual smile. "I merely tested a display of physical affection that I have seen you employ several times." The scholar then demonstrated by poking Patton's nose again, this time causing the poor fairy to cross his eyes and slightly tilt his head.
Virgil chuckled as he spoke, "Aww, Pat." He waved a hand once more in Patton's face to refocus his eyes, and it seemed that Patton had tired of the game as he blinked a few times before leaning his head back against Roman with his eyes now shut. "Nothin's goin' on in there right now, is there buddy?"
Virgil smiled fondly anyway, and ruffled Patton's hair for the fifth time that hour.
The purple line is, hands down, the funniest line that I have ever written and will ever write. I've been giggling about it for like eight months at this point.
Thank you for the ask friend 💜💜💜💜💜
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Ngl I was really worried this year's birthday was really gonna suck; my irl friends are all unresponsive and it's been cold as hell.
But I am totally blown away from the love of the friends I've found in this community this year. Especially my beloved @thecrowslullaby and @dillydallydove , and my new friend @starshard17 I am feeling so unbelievably blessed tonight. Thank you to all my friends who have sent birthday wishes and love and good vibes.
Thank you for being you. 💜
#warcats rambles#crow friend#dove friend#star friend#lost friend ✨#muppen friend#penguin friend#dani ♦️
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Yes, Martha shall be in a fic!! Question tho, she said "earlier" in the second comic. Does that mean all three were the same day?🐙
Hey muppen, question. How does Virgil tell time? Does he use the same system as we do, days, weeks months? Cause like I was wondering how would he know to estimate time before meet ups with the bois🐙
... Martha is going places I never intended when she made her debut. Her power grows! :o I never thought about the time aspect when making the comics to be honest. The first two could very well have happened in the same day. The “knife” was probably weeks later. xD
Virge knows about our system, but he didn’t use it before the meetups as it just didn’t serve him. He keeps track of the seasons and things like local climate, food availability, animal migrations etc. depending on where he is. This way he knows roughly where his whale friends are at, where the kelp is growing nicely. etc. Sometimes he’ll overhear what month/week/day it is on the radio of a ship but in general he didn’t need to know. So he’s a lot more stressed about it now since he’s gotta keep track of days so he doesn’t miss the meetups. He’s literally counting the sunsets and often ends up waiting a day or two near the beach before the meetings cause he’s so anxious about missing them. :,)
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Hey muppen, so I just sent fluff and an the immediately an angsty scene popped into my head. We know the boi is v anxious about missing the meet ups, but what if he does by accident? Sometimes he swims a distance 2-3 days out right? What if he meets up with his whale friends and looses track of time playing w/ the calves and escorting them to safer waters and when he comes back he misses the meet up by a day. What if he didn't realize he missed it and thought he was on time or a day early?🐙1/
What if he misses the second meeting for the same reason, mistaking the days where what he thinks is Sunday is actually Monday? What if he happens to overhear a Fisher on a boat yell about how much they hate (insert day)? Or "welp no fish just another( insert day)" and the mer trips out he missed two meetings, amd is thinking to himself "what are the chances they'll be there on the third time?" Idk. This was because I didn't know what day it was until I heard Thomas' shout out sundays lol.🐙2/2
We couldn’t have one day without angst huh? Not that I mind~ xD Oof Virgil would definitely panic. And I don’t think he’d leave the beach in fear of missing a third meeting. He’d be petrified thinking they’d never return. And honestly, Logan would be worried too. He’s known Virgil long enough to know that he’d never willingly miss a meeting (and hasn’t so far). First meeting missed. “Ok that’s odd, I’ll try again next week...” Worried. But the second one missed? “Something must have happended. I’m getting a boat and my scuba gear and Patton and-” He’d be very worried and probably search the surrounding areas. Just in case. :,) Imagine the boys looking for Virge in different places while Virge is near panic attack at the beach? Oof.
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Muppen how long does it take V to haul into the water? Cause I'm here with the net fic going, "how the heck is 210ft going to haul back into the water when he shaking like that?" The boi is not ok. Also friend says hi 👋 and Is apologizing on my behalf for the emotions from this fic XD. Got my Virgil rights back until 3 and this is what I'm doing with it lol, this fic got so long. It was supposed to be a cute little drabble, but nope so you know, angst😅🐙
Depending on his position, it can take anywhere from 30-60 seconds. So it’s “pretty fast” since he often keeps his lower half in the water so he doesn’t have to drag himself as much. And with how far up on the beach he’s in the Net fic™, that’s going to take several minutes even if in good condition cause that is strenuous. If he’s shaking and not ok the uh odds of him going back anytime soon is ‘no’. He’d need to rest a while between the efforts. Maybe he can be coaxed to turn enough so that he can keep his gills wet before resting again. That way he’d be a little more comfortable. :,)
And hi friend! 🙌 Don’t worry we’re all LIVING for the angst~ Angst has a way of taking a life of it’s own doesn’t it. It doesn’t care what we had plannend, it’s going places! xD
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To fae anon I will! Planning the idea out in my head already, buut I have to wait until friend gives my computer back XD. Also muppen how rocky is the beach? Are there some flat ish areas? I have a plan for the conclusion of this "missed meetings fic" already 😌 but like hear me out. I had three fics for you, submitted two and Now I have five drafts,,, this is why I hate Math 🤣🐙
*Middleman Mupp/en: the Return* ;)
It’s quite similar to this (link to a pixels.com beach image) but with slightly smaller rocks. (I’ve just been bad at drawing it ehe) There’s many cliffs that have a pretty flat surface in the area. Said cliffs are between 20-40 feet in height. I hope that helps? And also I’m so curious? Woah? :o F... Five? Wuaaahds I love how you math. 👌 💕
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Anon Owl, your'e my new friend lol, I had the same exact idea XD buuut Muppen, the reason I never asked, was because I wondered if laying on his back would hurt his dorsal fins?? Also, going back, you said swimming on his back is clunky- I guess because that's not how his fins work? Like the lower tail piece would be moving the lot of him rather than the larger upper piece so like any strain? and also that he can't sit up with out his arms?? Yikes. My neck and shoulders hurt already🤣🐙
Ye he’d squish the dorsals if he just rolled over! So when he wants to lie in that position, he’s gotta scoot further down into the deeper water so that his lower body is floating slightly. The backswimming is clunky and slightly off-sets his balance. Here’s a link to a youtube video if you want to see how graceful a shark’s backstroke is. His swimming would look similar to that but also add a torso xD
His anatomy doesn’t allow sitting without great discomfort. I’m going to have to illustrate his closest “sitting” position some time. ;) Yea like I’ve mentioned, he goes through a lot of discomfort to hang with his small friends. Much ouch at the end of the day. :,)
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Hey Muppen, so I'm here writin for the net fic and my best fren is like, "if the nets are smaller than he is, why would it hurt him that badly?" And I was like, "remember when you stepped on a thumbtack in the soft squishy part of your foot and it hurt like crazy and bled for a while?" Bf:"yeah?" "That's him with the hooks and barbs from the torn the metal mesh of the nets",,, long story short he took my Virgil rights away for hurting the boi XD, how you doin😅🐙
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Mupp/en: OUCH. And here I thought I was brave for surviving stepping on a Lego! Your friend sounds awesome. :D But again I am concerned! What are you doing to the poor boi?? xDDDD
#Submission#tw bleeding#tw injury#prplzorua#recursive fanfic#Virgil is gonna need some big band-aids after this isn't he#submission
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