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ithinkthiswasabadidea · 2 years

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Hi hello, a question for you to think about: what do you think VM's, the M9 and c3s PCs Hogwarts Houses are? And if you're not into Harry Potter: what do you think VM's, M9's and C3 Daemons (Golden Compass style) are?

OKAY, SO, firstly, I've been thinking long and hard about my answers for this since you sent the ask a few days ago (which is why it has taken a little while), and for that I thank you 💕

While I am into Harry Potter, almost no one I know is into the idea of Daemons! So I am absolutely going to give you not only my best guesses for character daemons, but I'm also going to try to give my reasoning behind them all too. Let me know what y'all think!

Strap in, because this is a very long post!

Vox Machina:

Percy - Jackal. The jackal was a surprise to most of Percy's family. She's clever and cunning, just like him, but has a mean streak unlike anything they had seen. When the Briarwoods took his flesh and blood family, she was all he had left. She spent weeks, whimpering, begging him not to do what he was doing. He went through with the deal anyway, and made the weapon too. She treated him coldly for a little while, but knew he did it to survive the pain. Her joy came back when Percy joined a new family of colourful characters, and together their bond formed once more

Vax - Fox. She's a dark silver little thing, slight and slinky and quick as a whip. Her bark is as bad as her bite and Vax loves her so much for the unexpectedness of it. She's small enough to wrap around Vax's shoulders when he brings his wings out, and when she gets tired, Vex let's her curl up on top of Trinket

Vex - Wolfhound. Shaggy and tall, he stays by Vex's heel day and night. Unsurprisingly, he and Vax's Fox are thick as thieves, working best together to track down and spy on their quarry. He's big enough to play with Trinket too, though he knows his limits, and he can keep up with her on the ground while she's on her broom

Keyleth - Fallow Deer. He's a little smaller than most deer daemons, with a more lithe body shape. When he leaps and bounds along, he hangs in the air longer than normal, as though he's floating. He's impatient and protective and impulsive, and hopes to the gods that he and Keyleth are strong enough to defend and guide their people

Pike - Wolverine. Ooh he's a real fiesty one, a firecracker that's crass and brave to a fault. Always willing to jump in wherever needed, he and Pike are a dream team. Sometimes they need to remind each other to slow down and take a breather before they get ahead of themselves. He's just as quick to defend as he is to attack, and is much more outspoken than Pike herself is

Scanlan - Squirrel. She's quick talking, quick thinking and an utter goofball. Often times she is the voice of reason on Scanlan's shoulder, but more times than can be counted, it's actually her that gets the pair of them into some sticky situations. The two of them together sling ideas, insults, songs and banter back and forth faster than you'd ever believe

Grog - Bull Moose. He's big, he's brash, he's tough, and he has a heart of gold. Both Grog and his daemon had to learn how to think before acting, but once the pair of them figured out tactics and strategy, they were unstoppable. They effortlessly compliment each other, and apart from Pike, he really is Grog closest confidant

Taryon- Rooster. An extremely sure of himself and pompous daemon, Tary's rooster isn't afraid to speak his mind. The two of them went through humbling experiences and in doing so, learnt to rely on themselves and their friends. The bravado faded, and in its place came true confidence

The Mighty Nein

Caleb - Frumpkin the Cat. It goes without saying that Frumpkin was always destined to be a cat. Frumpkin was always a cat from about the ages of 0-12, then became something a little bit more ambitious, deadly. At the Academy he switched between an adder and a wasp, a threatening creature that matched with Astrid and Eadwulf's. When Ikithon's torture began, Frumpkin returned to his protective cat form, something that would be comfort to Caleb in his darkest times and forever on

Beau - an Ape. And boy did she hate him when he first settled. He was the outward piece of her that she felt represented the worst of what her father expected and put upon her shoulders. Strong, masculine, in charge. She barely spoke with him for years until he was the only one she could trust when the Cobalt Soul took her away. And then she learnt how to be agile, dominant, unflinching. And it made sense that he was an ape, not because of her father, but because of her

Fjord - an Albatross. Gangly and uncoordinated, she settled when Fjord was quite young. They were both teased because they didn't belong at the orphange, locked away behind dull walls, stumbling over themselves day after day. The moment Fjord was old enough to leave, properly leave, he took her up the highest diving cliff in Port Damali, and Fjord dove right into the sea, and she finally got to spread her wings to their fullest as she followed right behind. After the shipwreck, something strange and painful happened, where Fjord and his daemon were separated for almost too long. When she finally found him on the beach, it took but a moment for her to understand what had changed in him. As such they are able to travel very far from each other, much further than one would dream of

Jester - Red Panda. He's exactly the kind of daemon you'd expect from one Jester Lavorre - cheeky, disarmingly cute and somewhat eccentric. He settled when she was a little older, putting it off so he could keep her entertained with his different forms. As they both grew older, they both showed more wisdom of the world, but still the same fondness for trickery

Mollymauk - Capuchin Monkey. When they both woke up, they didn't even know their own names, let alone each other's. When the circus and Yasha found them, it was a learning process to get used to each other, but they never bickered about it. One day, the two of them bared their fangs simultaneously to a rude patron and it all finally fell into place. They became an efficient and deadly team, their strengths lying with each other and their friends

Yasha - Lynx. He was half feral even before he settled, never sitting still, always prowling around Yasha's feet. Daring somebody to make a move. They both thought they would be tough enough to face any threat, but how wrong they were. After being outcast, they both fell to their lowest point. Mollymauk and the Nein helped them both to come out of their shell, and finally find a reason to see the light ahead

Veth - Hyena. Nobody was laughing when Veth's daemon settled on a hyena. She was fiercely protective of her small halfling human, giving off-putting glances at anyone who dared mock Veth. But she knew that Veth was embarrassed by her sometimes. Such a weird creature, making strange noises all the time. When Veth turned into Nott, her hyena almost vanished. Physically she was still there, but visually, just a rough cloudy shape. It wasn't until Veth learned to love Nott as a part of herself, that her hyena came back

Caduceus - Hare. She's odd, so very very odd. She speaks in riddles, and her eyes glow like starlight even when there is no other light. She bickers almost constantly under her breath with Caduceus, yet is always the first to his defence when needed. When Caduceus was left all alone in the Grove, she helped keep them both going, looking toward the future

Essek - Hawk. Blindingly smart, she cuts an intense and dangerous figure on Essek's shoulder wherever he goes. Both her and Essek are alarmingly quiet, happier to observe, rather than interact with others. She has a low, melodic voice when she does speak though, and after some recent experiences with friends, the two of them have realised what a formidable pair they make when in action

Campaign 3

Orym - Kingfisher. Just like Orym, she is incredibly well disciplined, nimble and clever. The two of them have spent many years honing their minds and bodies to be at peak performance. After the attack on the Ashari, she lost some of the colour in her feathers, but since meeting new friends and allies, the brilliant blue and gold has returned as a physical sign that the two of them are healing

Fearne - Boa Constrictor. He's a tricky one, constantly whispering devious thoughts and plans of chaos into Fearne's fluffy ears. His big, puppy-like face makes most think that he is a sweet snake, just like they underestimate Fearne herself. But anyone who has seen he and Fearne in a fight know that you don't want to be within his constricting grasp, or on the wrong side of their conniving plans

Dorian - Starling. When Dorian's daemon settled, it really took everything in his parents not to show that they were... underwhelmed. She's small, she has mottled feathers, she barely speaks. Except to Dorian. Dorian who dotes upon her, tells her how beautiful she is, how her feathers look iridescent the sunlight, how rich her voice is and how perfect she is for him. When he leaves his home, she finally begins to see herself for what she truly is - talented, a master of mimicry and music, a gentle yet brave little creature. Dorian loves her all the more for it.

Ashton - Boar. A solid gal with tusks that can and will be used to Fuck Shit Up. The two of them were a surly pair from a young age, becoming something strong and dangerous, to protect themselves and their friends. When The Nobodies abandoned them, it took a lot of effort to open back up to a new group of friends, but now they have more fun than ever

Imogen - Otter. Quite and introspective, she matches well with Imogen's personality. There's a forcefulness to what she does and how she interacts with her friends and others, not in a spiteful way, but in an effort to try to comprehend everything in the world around them

Laudna - Pâté the Rat. In life, he was so crass and so rude, always speaking whatever came to mind without even thinking, some finding it hilarious, and some offensive. After Laudna died and came back, he lost a lot of his functions, leaving it up to her to help him move and speak, but he never lost his sense of humour and encouraging nature

Chetney - Badger. Reluctant to engage with when you first meet her, Chetney's badger daemon is one of the most ferocious if she's in a tight spot. Just like her human who can change disposition in a moment, her sharp teeth and claws are an amazing deterrent when she gets angry or is in danger

Bertrand - Lemur. A funny little thing, Bertrand's lemur thinks herself a little bit too 'above' the general riff-raff of the world. She has strong convictions and beliefs, and is willing to let her snooty persona drop when in the presence of friends

Fresh Cut Grass - there's a cocoon inside FCG's chest cavity. They only found out it was there when Ashton was doing some repairs on him one day and pointed it out. Ashton reached to remove it, but lighting fast, FCG grabbed his arm before he could touch it. FCG didn't know how, or why, the cocoon was there, just that it was important. And they will figure out what it means, one day

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lauramkaye · 4 years

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Invisible Writing: or, I’m Still Here!

So recently someone wrote me a really sweet and much appreciated feedback email. It really made my day, but one line of it kind of took me aback - they said something like “since you aren’t very active anymore” (or it might have been “since you aren’t posting much anymore” or something like that.)

And I was like... what? what are you talking about, I’m writing all the time? I mean, there were a few months when I didn’t do anything but work OT because of COVID but other than that??

And then I thought some more about what I’ve been working on recently and I realized what’s happened: I’ve been writing a ton, I just haven’t FINISHED much in a while, because all my stuff in progress is long.

I haven’t posted anything yet in 2020. I posted four things in 2019:

A Little World Made Cunningly (just under 50,000 words, posted in chapters from November 2018 to February 2019)

Love Vaster than Empires, Chapter 1 (just under 10,000 words, posted April 2019)

My Heart In Hiding, Chapter 13 (just under 25,000 words, posted September 2019)

Love of a Particular Kind (just under 60,000 words, posted in chapters from August 2019 to October 2019.)

So, I can see where it looks like I haven’t done anything for nearly a year! But that’s because most of what I’ve been writing is on novel or novella-length stories.

A brief digression about my personal philosophy of works in progress: in general, I don’t start posting a work until the first draft is finished. Then I post it either after beta and revisions are done (one-shots), or chapter by chapter as I finish beta and revisions for each chapter (multi-chaptered works.) The only exceptions to this are My Heart In Hiding and Love Vaster Than Empires. My Heart In Hiding is plotted and outlined at a high level but it’s so long I’m posting it as a serialized novel; fine points in the story and in the outline change as I actually write the chapters and see how the high-level ideas work out in practice. Love Vaster Than Empires, like All Our Strength and All Our Sweetness before it, is more of a short story anthology than a single work, and I chose to publish those as chaptered works instead of single ones mostly for convenience. Pretty much anything else I write, I don’t start posting it until I know I have a complete draft done, because that way I know I’m more likely to be able to post chapters relatively regularly, since editing is generally a more predictable process for me than drafting.

Anyway, if you’ve been wondering if I’ve stopped writing fic or whatever (or just when I might post again), here is a list of the stuff I have going (this is only stuff that is both at least partially written and that I’m more or less actively working on currently. There’s more in various stages of planning.)

At the Turning of the Tide: Clint is a vampire. Phil doesn’t know. They are stupid in love and pining. Will they work something out? (I mean, I’m writing it, so duh, of course they will.) About 20K. First draft complete, currently in beta. Will probably be the first in a series because I have prequel and sequel ideas already. This will likely be the next thing I post.

Bonus snippet: He thought of it sometimes, of saying sure, I was an English longbowman and I died at Agincourt, but then I woke up again and a French swordsman kept me in thrall until I put an arrow through his heart and ran away. Or yeah, you guessed it, we’re pretty sure Nat’s immortal, there was this thing with Rasputin one time, my blood was involved, it was a whole big thing.

Love Vaster Than Empires, Chapter 2: Phil gets Clint a Valentine’s Day surprise. (It is a surprise that Phil wears. Yes, a sexy surprise.) 10K and counting, currently being drafted. Probably next in the queue after the vamp story posts. Maybe 3/4 done.

Bonus snippet: “I’d honestly thought I had to choose,” he said. “That I was being greedy, hoping to find someone who could… fit, with all the different parts of my life. Did I really think that I could find a partner who could put up with the job and be compatible with my personality and who would also have complimentary sexual needs? I might as well wish for Captain America to rise from the bottom of the ocean and tell me he’s always dreamed of dating an older man with a ridiculous schedule and a closet full of sex toys.”

Rise the Same and Prove Mysterious: This is the modern fantasy AU novel where Phil is a dragon and Clint is a sorcerer, and they are charged with undergoing a year of magical rituals to form a permanent bond that will enable them to anchor a casting circle for SHIELD. Currently just under 30k, being drafted. I’m probably about 25% done with this one at most so it’ll be a while.

Bonus snippet: “Wow,” he said. “You’re really pretty as a dragon.” Then he realized what he’d just said. “I mean, um. Handsome? Um, deadly? Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insulting or anything.” Phil really was pretty, though, all sharp and gleam and sinuous grace, his scales a thousand subtle shades of black and gray and midnight blue, with an iridescent sheen on his wings like spilled oil. Clint kind of wanted to pet him.

Another one, from Phil’s POV: “I caught you a fish,” Phil blurted, holding it out. It didn’t seem like much, all of a sudden, not in the face of the cozy little nest—damn it, lair—that Clint had made while he was gone. He should have caught him a bighorn sheep, or a deer. Maybe a moose. Would Clint like a moose? He could go get one. Moose was a little tough, though. Better braised, and they didn’t really have any way to do that. “I mean, I can get you something else. If you don’t like it.”

And Still The Sun: this is actually the third story in the series that started with All Our Strength and All Our Sweetness. Unlike the first two, this is one long chaptered story, and it is the post-Avengers fix-it story for this universe, where instead of using Kree blood, Fury asks Tony to consult and they wind up saving Phil using Extremis. Currently around 25k, but it’s going to be novel-length when it’s done because I have Ideas about how a Clint and Phil who were in a long-established, thriving kinky relationship would recover after the whole Loki/TAHITI thing. Also featuring lots of Fury, Natasha, and Tony friendship stuff and SO MANY PHEELS.

Bonus Snippet: Clint stroked Phil’s torso through the thin cotton gown, feeling electrodes and wires and the bumps of his ribs. His throat ached at the evidence of how thin Phil had gotten, and his eyes stung. He turned his face into Phil’s side and breathed deep, because Phil smelled like… well, like someone who had been more or less killed and then cryogenically frozen for over a month and then nearly exploded from experimental nanobots, actually, but Clint knew what death smelled like, and Phil didn’t smell like death. Clint would take any amount of mad-science-hospital-char-stink over that.

#fanfic writing #Fic writer's problems #PHLINT

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years

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Bloodshed AU

Chapter 5

Warnings: Nudity, Gore, Language, Violence Summary: Steve Rogers works in a research and tech company in New York. He’s been digging into myths and footage on a creature known as the werewolf. Vicious as they are, he hunts them. With a lot of failures, his team thinks he’s crazy. He may prove them wrong.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Characters (Bloodshed Seven)

The day had grown cold as the ice slowly melted during the day. They were sure by tomorrow the snow will wet the ground and Y/N could hang by the coastline with Bucky.

They may not swing that day, but she would love to watch the ocean wash up on the shore and retreat back to the dark sea.

She followed Bucky through the snow, shifted into their wolf forms as they scouted the area. Freely to roam the area after the hunting season had ended, they hoped no one was out here tonight.

Someone did.

Took a step onto the trail he once came through with a woman. Steve had his backpack on his back while his truck was parked in the side of the road. He hoped those people who lived down the trail won’t find his truck and call the police, invading their property. He walked down the trail—the one his father took him down for the one night.

His heart beat against his rib cage like thunder in his ears. His breathing was getting difficult to keep at a steady pace.

Flashlight in hand, it barely shined light to the outer woods. He kept it on the trail and that was all he could see.

The fear of turning around made him tense up. This fear always got to him. He would’ve wished he woke up in that bed in the motel. This all as a nightmare but he felt the cold. He felt the metal flashlight in his hand.

He could see his breath appear in front of him. His long hair covered his ears but he still felt the cold bite at them. He needed to find that spot or at least a sign of those Godly beasts.

He did bring a weapon. A hunter’s knife and a gun.

Even at the slightest sound, he’d reach for one of them. He kept moving. Maybe a mile down, he found a familiar spot. He could hear his father’s stories in that exact spot.

Those howling behind him when he was a kid. He looks around and turns to where he did hear the howling for the first time. The direction he heard it was actually where that family’s house was. Somewhere in the North, he heard that howling with his father and that led to the family’s house.

That house looked new to him. He would’ve saw it as a kid when they returned back home up the trail. They must’ve been new. Steve wondered if the family heard about the werewolf stories. Things that rotten in the snow and dirt. Those hunters, too.

No one found them yet.

Steve gasps and whips around when a howl was heard. It lasted for a good long 10 seconds before ending. He gripped on the flashlight. Of course, normal wolves roam the area and he knew some could play tricks and just make him go crazy.

Wolves were bigger than domestic dogs, but werewolves are larger than wolves. Their paws were almost the size of a bear’s paw, regular wild dogs were the size of your palm almost.

Steve heard the howl after the other. He knew those were close. His turned off his flashlight and he was drowned in the darkness. The only light source was the cold moon.

He started to run. He felt chills. His heart beat against his rib cage again and the dread began to raise every second. He was reliving the dream— but he wasn’t running away from a werewolf.

He was running towards one.

If he got closer, he’d have to lay low. He grabbed the knife from his pocket and ran. He met the edge of the hill. Immediately, he slid down on his hip. Meeting the bottom of it, swiftly he stands up and continues to run.

He stopped.

Something made him stop. He looked around. Silence. The forest was awfully silent. His breath came out as large huffs as he looks around almost in fear but desperation.

Y/N rushed through the woods and came to a stop. Shaking off her snow mane, she looks around. The howl rumbled through her throat as she released the long howl into the night.

It lasted for a good long 10 seconds before she lowered her head. They were patrolling tonight. Making sure no hunters were around. She heard a howl from her right.

Bucky.

He howled out as a clear over in the South. The next one to her left.

Ada.

Y/N went to head back to the cabin once she let out a short howl till something picked her scent. The smell triggered the feral inside again. With a harsh snarl, her eyes glow bright blue as she chased after the scent and ruffled the snow.

Steve continued to look around. His chest heaving up and down as he stood in the snow. Trees surrounding him. Shit. His heart began to hit against his chest again. The tightness in his chest began to make him choke on the air.

His eyes began to feel blurry.

Breath.

The fear of being in the forest alone without no sign of people. He needed to head back. He turns. Whipping around every second to the smallest sounds. His hand shook, fingers barely holding onto the blade in his hand.

He started to not think straight. Thinking there were snarls around him. Either behind or deeper in the forest.

Y/N stopped and felt their presence just over the hill. Her cold blue moon eyes watch the shadow of a man. She couldn’t be caught. Not from what happened last time. The smell made her want to sneeze, snarl but she held it in.

The man turns, she was unable to see the man’s face when she ducks into the brush.

“Who’s there?” The man called, her ears turned to the sound of his voice. Demanding for her to come out. She would. The sound of a long howl made her turn. The man did as well.

Steve panicked towards the long howl. He jumped when something moves in front of him and the sounds of it scattered away. What the hell was that?

He walked over to the sound with the blade in hand. He reached for the gun and also held it in his hand. He whipped around the brush and saw the snow pushed down by some weight.

He knelt down, making sure to look both ways. He found the trail. Something was watching him. He realized the movements of it, is that it turned away and ran off.

Just after the howl. Steve lifted his head up and saw the blue moon stare down at him. He needed to be back at the motel before someone finds him and arrests him from trespassing basically a crime scene.

The Volk Forest park had been closed down because of it. Who knew if Sheriff’s were in the area. He stood up and pulled his phone out. No service whatsoever, but he took photos. Using the flash, he got what he can gather and headed back to the trail.

Going back to his car.

Y/N rushed towards the sound of Roman’s howl and she jumped down to be on the side of the mountain. Jumping over the rocks and catching a few slips on the way. She hears yipping. All five wolves together and she jumped down, Bucky looks over and she rubs her head against his as a hi and ruffled her mane, looking at Roman.

His eyes were the usual burgundy red. If angered, bright red. None of them liked him angry in this form. He snorted at the pack, “Anything near the creek?”

Y/N looks up. She was the one by the creek. Whoever that man was, she didn’t want to tell them that someone was in the woods. Her blue eyes gleamed up at him, “Nothing.”

Roman looks up and snuffles, “Ada and I will head back. Around dawn, if you’re still out here, return back.” Ada and Roman low growled at each other before they jumped off the rocks and ran into the woods.

Tatum yips in a playful way as he pounces on Randall. The brown wolf growls and drops Tatum to the ground. Bucky looks at Y/N and snuffles at her, “Let’s go.”

Y/N and Bucky scattered off into the woods to go on a late night run and possibly a hunt.

“I’m craving moose,” Bucky says, running beside her. Y/N low growls, jumping over Bucky, “Unless you want a antler to the skull, be my guest.” The small snap of a twig, Y/N comes to a stop and so does Bucky. They both kneel and look over the hill.

Spotting a lone deer in the open. Y/N looks over to Bucky, his tongue swiping over his muzzle and she noticed his eyes go feral to the smell of the deer. Y/N’s flews lift up to show her pearly white razor sharp teeth as a low growl erupted from her throat and they leaped towards their dinner.

Steve jerks from his bed, inhaling sharply as he does. His skin layered in beads of sweat, he tried to calm his fast heartbeat and he turns to his phone on the nightstand.

His phone beamed with the time and his background the same since he got it. It was around 5 in the morning. He needed to go out. Maybe grab breakfast somewhere.

Getting up, he took a cold shower. Relaxing his muscles under the water, he closes his eyes. The growling echoing in his ears. He flinched when he felt the familiar pinch in his forearm and he opens his eyes to look at his arm.

Nothing.

That nightmare. That same red wolf chasing him in the forest. He remembered it biting into his forearm and the feeling of it being ripped out, his eyes still looking down at his own flesh being mauled by the beast.

Steve didn’t want to think of it any longer and turned off the shower.

He got dressed in a blue tee and a dirtied flannel, jeans and boots thrown on. He wanted to talk to someone who knew this town. So much of it changed but it was familiar places when he was young.

Steve took a step into the lobby, hearing the man at the desk mutter things behind the counter.

Steve knew this man was some psycho. He guessed maybe that girl was one, too. He leans on the counter, “Excuse me?” He says. The man continued to mutter things as he turns to the back.

Steve looked over to the wall and his face drops. Photos of wolves, men holding up hounds that were twice their size. Also there was a picture of the World War II. Pictures of men mauled in the forest. Steve never turned his head, but his eyes looked over to the old man who continued to mutter.

“Excuse me,” Steve says more louder. “Huh?” Erik jumps and turns around, he spots Steve, “Ah, sorry. I was just-uh...” Steve points at the photos on his walls.

“Big fan of the forest?” Steve asked. Erik squints at the photos, he nods, “Oh, yes. The Volk forest is one of the biggest forests in Oregon. Some say it’s like the Aokigahara Forest, the forest in Japan?”

Steve’s arm was on the counter as he leaned against the wall, listening, Erik turns to him, “You know, the ‘Suicide Forest’? Thought it’s not a sea of trees. Volk is a Russian word for Wolves.”

Steve was interested in his story. Has he seen one? Steve points again, “Have you seen... you know... werewolves?”

Erik grins, “I’m sure hunters have, yes. Me? No, I believe in them. I’ve been researching for years. Years and years of research till someone came to our lab and they took all of it. Some police or Men in Black! We never gotten names from them. Said what we were doing was very unlikely and not appropriate. Bastards,” He mutters.

Steve nods. Erik shakes his head, “That Rogers guy was closer than anyone else. Until he was mauled. Or murdered, you know what I mean, kid?” He says, turning away. Steve stood there feeling a bit unease.

He tried to shake it off, “Is there any diner around here?” Erik grunts when he lifts up something in the back. He comes over to the desk again, “Yeah, of course, one of the best diner’s in town! Just take that street down there and you’ll see it!” He says.

Steve turns to the direction he pointed and nods, “Thank you.” After that, Steve went to his truck. Driving over there, he parks his car on the sidewalk. Stepping out of his truck, he glances down the street and then over to the small alleyway beside the diner.

He saw a familiar ride. Two Harley-Davidson’s motorbikes were parked on the side. One with a wolf sticker and a long scratch mark of a wolf’s claw. He didn’t pay much in mind about those stickers and headed inside.

The diner was half full, greeted by a blonde woman in a apron below her waist as she smiles up at him. “Hello, welcome to Bobby’s Diner, what would you like?”

“Just a coffee, thank you,” He slides her a 10, “Keep it.” The woman gives him a smile as she slips the 10 into her pocket, “On it,” She winks. Steve gives her a small grin as she walks off to grab him a coffee.

“Shut up, come on let’s get out of here,” A woman spoke, Steve turns to see the couple walk over and he recognizes them quickly. “Hey,” Y/N says, Steve seem to feel relieved to see her again. He didn’t know why.

“Didn’t think to see you so quickly,” He jokes, Y/N grins. “Well, it’s Bucky and I’s favorite diner. The coffee here’s great,” She says. Steve looks up to see Bucky stand directly behind her like a guarded dog. If he were one, he’d start growling.

Steve shrugged the thought off, “I hope, I just came here to grab one,” He says. Y/N smiles, “Well, if you want... Bucky and I were heading to the coast, go near the ocean and watch it. If you want.”

Steve thought about it. He barely knew them. He knew the answer when Bucky was never removing the death eyes away from him. Steve shook his head no, “No, it’s okay. You two go, I actually need to visit someone today so...”

Y/N nods, “Oh. Okay, well...” She glances at Bucky, “We’ll head out then.” Steve smiled at her and once she winked at him in a goodbye, his smile dropped.

The hint of blue gleamed in her eye as she walked off. It was visible in the dim lighting in the diner as if someone shined headlights on those retro reflectors on the roads.

There was barely any light. And she never had eyes close to being that kind of color. He watched them head out to their motorbikes, laughing as they did. Y/N was the first to ride off. Steve watched as Bucky looks into the diner to glare at Steve.

Then he road off after Y/N.

“Sir?” The woman spoke, Steve turns and sees her hand him his coffee, “Thank you.” She nods and walks off, leaving Steve there to ponder what just happened.

“Bucky! Stop!” Y/N shouts, Bucky had his hands on her waist as he jokingly lifts her up to hover over the waves. He laughs and places her back on her feet, “I’m kidding,” He says. She shoves him back as they walked along the coastline. Trees and rocks in the distance.

Bucky points, “You see that cliff?” Y/N looks over to see the huge cliff with a peak that is a hundred foot drop into the ocean, he grins, “That cliff points directly at Japan. Some call it Whales Peak.”

“Why Whales Peak?” She chuckles. Bucky turns to her, “Cause if you follow where the peak is pointing, you’d see whales pass by. And one actually got washed up here. Took them a while to put it back in the ocean.”

Y/N quirks up her brows, “Wow, Mr. Smart guy. Didn’t take you as the nerd one in the pack.” Bucky shrugs, “It’s all about Google.”

Y/N laughs and bumps her shoulder into Bucky causing him to laugh as well. The two threw rocks in the ocean, chased each other along the shoreline. The sun was setting on the ocean. Bucky stood beside Y/N and watched her look at the ocean.

Seeing her eyes reflect the sun’s shine. Her gentle smile as her hair flew in the salty wind. He grins.

Steve stared at his hands, looking up to her with the soft eyes. “You should be proud of yourself, Sarah.” His mother glances over to where his eyes landed, seeing the photos of her and his old man.

One with Steve and his father going out fishing. Sarah turns, “I’ve had the best life I could ever imagine, son. But my only regret is that you didn’t have that much from your father and I.”

Steve turns away from the photos and stares at his hands. “What is it, dear?” She grumbles. Steve looks up to her, “For the longest I can remember is that I just wanted to do what was right,” He says, “Guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore. I thought I could throw myself back in... follow orders, serve... it’s just not the same anymore.”

Sarah takes his hand, “You and your father are always so dramatic,” She chuckles. Steve grins at her. “And I understand, son. From where you are now... I’ve gotten calls from your friend Natasha. She told me how many missions you’ve all done and saved millions of people. You’re making a big difference.”

Steve grips her hand gently in his, “I just wish I could go back,” He whispers. Sarah gently smiles at him, “I know, Steve... But all we can do is to start over.” She placed his and her hand on her stomach, “Your father is proud of who you’ve become. You’re a good man. Though this world is filled with unexpected things. And your father with his... folktales that scared us half to death.”

Steve and her both laugh at that.

Sarah hums softly, “From what I heard on how you got here, you must be desperate for something. And it wasn’t me,” She says. Steve sighs softly. His mother knew how to find the lies behind the eyes. He lowered his head.

“Was I the reason you came here, Steve?” She asked. Steve lifts up his head, she shook her head, “No point in lying if I already caught you. I can see it in your eyes.”

There was no point now. She was right. If Natasha found out about why he actually came here, she’d drag him by the ears and hair to rip him back to New York.

Steve pierces his lips together and looked down to her hands on his, “I just need the truth to come out,” He says, Sarah shuffles her head to fully look at him as she laid on the hospital bed. “I have to find answers on what happened to dad and kill these-”

“Steve,” She gently pulls his hand closer, “These things aren’t true. These beasts... they don’t exist. I don’t want to lose you because of these stories,” She says.

“You’ll be humiliated,” She says.

“Our family was already humiliated from the very beginning, mom. Do you remember how many people surrounded our house? Calling us wackos? You’ve seen Joseph, he was mauled by an animal-”

“Steve, please... I know,” She says, “I just want you to be careful. We’re not sure who those people who did that. People who thought he was a freak and they killed him for it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes, “I know. I know,” He says.

Sarah frowns, “I don’t want to you lose you. And I want you to understand that. Okay?” Steve lifts up his head and softly nods. He watched as she stared at him with the soft but sad smile.

His tilts his head, “What?”

Sarah lifts up her hand and places it on his cheek, “You look like your father. You have his eyes. His hair.” Steve smiles sadly and placed his hand over hers on his cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I needed some mother and son bond in this chapter. Some Captain America: The Winter Soldier lines and a one from Defending Jacob. “You have his eyes.” I just love those movies and I love this story.

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animalids · 4 years

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Do you have a favorite animal? Or a few absolute favorites?

Oh boy, get ready, this is gonna be long! Thanks for giving me a reason to just list my favorites! Also, just assume any domestic breed/species is on the list, I love them all, I’ve just highlighted a few that I love a bit more than the rest

Arthropods:

Solifuges - I love all solifuges, but if I had to pick a favorite species it would probably be Metasolpuga picta. They’re big and colorful and day-active. Also really fond of Rhagodidae because they’re just so distinctive!

Tarantulas - Same deal, I love them all (though Poecilotheria scares me a little ;n;). Some of my favorites are Hapalopus and Ceratogyrus, both of which I personally own right now.

Huntsman spiders - My dream pet is Heteropoda lunula and it will probably be the death of me haha

Ticks - If I see people hating an entire species for just living, I immediately fall in love with that species and will defend it till I die. Hate the tick’s bite, don’t hate the tick itself - it’s just an animal surviving the only way it knows how to.

Mosquitoes - Same deal. They’re also exceptionally beautiful.

Serolid isopods - Just... just look them up. Trust me, they won’t disappoint.

Tachinid flies - Especially the spiky ‘hedgehog’ flies and especially Tachina grossa whose Danish name is ‘Harald the Giant Fly’ after zoologist Harald Thamdrup whose student was studying them.

Mammals:

Horses - I’ve never seen a horse I didn’t love. Some of my favorite breeds are Welsh Mountain Ponies, Jutland Horses, Frederiksborgers, Kladrubers,

Painted wolf - They’re just so photogenic and charismatic

Cats - Have you ever seen a cat? They’re so full of love

Bactrian camels - All camels are great but domestic Bactrians are just so cute and fluffy. They’re honestly my dream pet, and I’m already reading up on their husbandry all the time.

Bovines - All of them. Bison, cattle, gaur, buffalo, yak... Also non-bovines that look like bovines, such as muskoxen and wildebeest.

Moose - They’re so beautiful and look like something straight out of the ice age.

Pigs - They’re so beautiful! Domestic pigs and wild pigs alike. Especially babirusas.

Honestly just artiodactyls in general - Off the top of my pinterest head, these are some of my faves: Takin, serows, tahr, bharal, domestic goats and sheep, okapis, saolas, reindeer, roe deer, marsh deer, Père David’s deer, saiga, lechwe, nilgai, eland, oryx

Baboons - They scare me but I also think they’re beautiful. I can see why early travellers described them as a mix of monkey and dog.

Cuscus - yeah, they look like that

Tree shrew - Grandpa

Birds:

Pheasants - Especially ring-necks. They were everywhere around my childhood home and just make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Turkeys - They’re just beautiful

Peacocks - Chaos incarnate

Chickens - They’re so diverse and good pets! Can you tell by now I love galliform birds?

Pigeons - All of them, but especially feral pigeons and collared doves.

Reptiles:

Slow worms - I have very fond memories of catching these deceptively fast lizards as a kid :’)

Corn snakes - Yet another one of my dream pets. Those morphs!! And they have such a sweet temperament

Phrynocephalus mystaceus - It’s just a really cool agama

Xenodermus javanicus - It’s just a really cool snake

Dwarf caimans - they are baby

Amphibians:

Caecilians - I’m honestly not that interested in amphibians, but caecilians are the exception. They’re so weird, their taxonomy is messy, they look like earthworms but have a skeleton, and their life cycle is a mystery!

Fish:

Sunfish - I don’t like the post that was going around a year or two back about how sunfish have survived by being useless - they’re amazing animals and surprisingly intelligent

Koi fish - Pretty, intelligent, lots of colors, domestic. What’s not to love?

Danish golden trout (guldørred) - A cross between two trout subspecies that was first developed in Denmark. Obligated to mention it because it’s the only fish breed my country has created :’)

Eels - All of them. I’ve never seen an eel I didn’t like.

Non-arthropod invertebrates:

Worms - Annelids are so fascinating! Earthworms, marine worms, parasites, free-living species... they’re so diverse! I have no idea how worm scientists tell species apart. Nematodes (which are actually ecdysozoans, not annelids) are especially mysterious to me. Scale worms are really cool.

Snails and slugs - They’re so cute with their little eye stalks and cute defenseless bodies. I want to protect them all. I have a bunch of Achatina fulica and I love them.

Clams - The most overlooked molluscs and least respected animals we use.

Tardigrades - They look like the love child of a bear and a velvet worm, with a vacuum cleaner for a face.

#ask

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5hining-aus · 4 years

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Clan AU (Reader Insert)

Just a little something I came up with one night. I actually thought of it while watching a LP for the game Pine, so this is loosely based on that. Like, very loosely, very VERY loosely. I also haven’t decided on a pairing for this, so it may be a kind of “choose your own member” AU, or it may just be a Platonic OT5 X Reader AU, I’m not sure yet (though I DO have a few ideas for some Member X Reader scenarios) Anyway, I hope you like it!

There are two clans: The River Valley Clan & the Forest Clan. There are others, but these are the two main ones

The Forest Clan is your typical hunter-gatherer clan, hunting prey like deer, rabbits, and pheasant, and gathering things like tree nuts, apples, berries, and wild mushrooms

The Forest Clan lives in houses that they’ve built among the treetops. Most of the houses and buildings are connected via rope bridges, pretty much forming a treetop city of sorts

Meanwhile, the River Valley Clan’s diet is more based around fish and other aquatic/semi-aquatic critters like otters, waterfowl, and freshwater crustaceans. They also forage for aquatic and semi-aquatic plants like lotus, wild rice, water chestnut, and watercress

Members of the River Valley Clan live in small, typically circular houses on the banks of their home river. Also, instead of living communally like the Forest Clan, members of the River Valley Clan tend to branch off, either alone or in groups of 2 - 8, and find their own place on the riverbank

The two clans don’t really have much of a relationship. Like, to both of them, the other is just kind of...there. It’s very much a “you do your thing, we’ll do our thing, that’s it” kind of relationship

Anyway, now that some basic background info is out of the way, let’s get down to business

You’re a member of the Forest Clan, a Scout to be exact

There’d been some rough weather recently, so the Clan Leader had sent you off to assess the damage. A simple mission that you had done hundreds of times

So armed with your trusty bow and dagger, and with one of the clan’s loyal hounds by your side, you worked your way through the forest, taking note of any fallen/uprooted trees or unstable rock formations that you saw

As you were busy inspecting a slightly damaged tree, you heard something nearby that you could only describe as a small, pitiful cry accompanied by a louder, more frantic cry

Upon investigating, you found the source rather quickly: a little fawn had gotten trapped by some trees! It’s mom was nearby, looking quite distressed

Now, your clan was very “circle of life, respect all creatures, only hunt what you need,” so you were obviously going to try to help the little one out

Mama Deer didn’t seem like she knew what to think about this human approaching her baby (or about said human’s canine companion) but there was very little she could do to you, so you walked slowly over to the fawn and began moving the collapsed saplings that were trapping the poor thing

It probably took about 20 minutes to half an hour, but eventually the fawn was out and the little deer duo was on their merry way

You quickly finished up your mission and decided to take a page out of the deer’s book and head home. Doing one more once-over of the area, you turned back towards home. That’s when you saw it

One of the few beasts that not even the bravest (or the stupidest) of hunters would even dream of taking on alone

A moose. A cow moose. And you would’ve bet anything that there was a moose calf somewhere nearby

The entire world stood still and you were acutely aware of everything going on around you. You were especially aware of your hound that was standing nearby

Don’t bark, don’t bark, don’t bark. PLEASE don’t bark. I will give you half of my meat for the rest of the moon cycle if you just don’t move

You heard a small growl coming from the direction of the dog

Oh no. Okay, all of it, all of my meat, just please don’t bark

Surely enough, the dog growled once more, and began barking up a frenzy while lunging at the moose

Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit

Luckily, the dog was able to distract the moose for a second, which was just enough time for you to jump away. Deciding to try something crazy, you got the dog’s attention with a whistle and gave it the command to head back home. Obeying immediately, the hound turned tail and started bolting away. It was just you and the moose now

Knowing that it wouldn’t be safe to follow the dog, lest you lead the very pissed off moose right to your clan, you dashed in the opposite direction

You had hoped that the moose would tire itself out eventually and give up the chase. That never happened, and pretty soon you found yourself at the edge of a cliff

The moose was gaining on you and you were sure that that day would be the day you met your (unexpectedly moosey) fate. But then, you saw a precariously-rooted tree that gave you a glimmer of hope

Reaching for your dagger, and being ecstatic when you felt it still on your hip, you began hacking away at the tree roots, hoping that a crashing tree would be enough to scare the moose away

I’m sorry tree, I’ll plant two new trees to replace you if I survive this

You managed to cut through the final root just as the moose reached you. Bracing yourself for the monstrous sound, you stepped away from the tree as it came crashing down, successfully spooking the moose and causing it to gallop away. You were home free. Or, more accurately, you thought you were home free

You had initially thought that your legs were just shaky, but then you heard the noise. The cliff was crumbling beneath you. You tried to grab onto the tree, hoping that it could save you once more but alas, you weren’t fast enough, and you soon began sliding down the cliff. Anything that happened between that moment and you reaching the bottom of the cliff is a blur

When you first began to come to, you heard unfamiliar voices. It was a group of them, all male, and they all seemed concerned

“Where do you think she came from?”

“I’d say she got caught in the landslide.”

“Is she dead?”

“No, she isn’t dead. Look, you can see her breathing.”

“I think we should poke her with this, just to be sure.”

“We are NOT poking her with a stick!”

“What do you think Jinki? We can’t just leave her here.”

It was silent for a moment, even the two voices who had been arguing over poking you with a stick were quiet

“You’re right, we can’t just leave her here, we’ll take her back to camp where it’s safe and we’ll figure out what to do from there.”

You still couldn’t open your eyes, but you felt yourself being picked up and carried away, undoubtedly to the camp that had been mentioned

What camp? Where am I? What happened? Why are my eyelids so heavy? Who are these people anyway? Do I hear...water? Am I near the water? Did I slide all the way down the cliff?

You had many questions, all of which would be answered eventually but, at that moment, you just needed to recover. Answers could wait

#SHINee AU #SHINee imagines #SHINee #SHINee scenarios #SHINee x reader #onew x reader #jonghyun x reader #key x reader #minho x reader #taemin x reader #5HINee #jinki #jonghyun #kibum #minho #taemin #Clan AU

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years

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A Human Trap

There’s a huge forest somewhere, and a lone human living in the middle of it, hunting and killing whatever he pleases...

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Todd stretched and groaned as he finally got up from his old rocking chair, smiling and breathing in the crisp night air.

This winter was sure to be a doozie, but Todd knew he was well prepared.

Dozens upon dozens of frozen meats of all kinds were stored in his nice little cellar. Duck, pheasant, turkey, deer, moose, and even fish as well.

He’d also kept many a nice fur hide or two and made them into coats and quilts and rugs! It was almost like living in a lap of luxury for Todd!

And no one was even around to give him a single gripe about it!

Sure, there were once in a while a coupla stragglers, folks who either got curious, lost, or heard rumors most likely, but they were easy to deal with.

Humans were even easier to hunt than animals sometimes.

So Todd felt no threats. Even before he became well armored, loaded with traps of his own custom making, and an expert shot with his ol’ friend Vicky (A lovely little Browning Superposed shotgun), he’d let the forest itself do its job of taking on the riffraff.

This forest had also felt like his old friend, hiding him from all else, and supplying him with everything he needed.

And no matter the season, it stayed that way, considering there was nothin’ but big old evergreens for miles and miles.

“Goodnight, pretty thing.” He couldn’t help mumbling to it, smirking like a fool in love, and heading for the front door.

As the door closed and everything grew considerably more quiet, except for the soft chirps of crickets still trying to enjoy the last of fall and the whispering hiss of the wind through the branches of the trees, another noise came from somewhere in that darkness amongst the forest.

A simple little hiss of a voice.

“... Goodnight, Todd...”

....

...

After that, it was as if even the wind and the crickets froze up in shock, not expecting there to be suddenly something new amongst them. Something not of that forest truly; Not an animal, not an insect, not a human.... not exactly anyway...

Black goop suddenly seemed to pour out of a crease between to evergreens, spilling out and spreading quickly.

But it had an end and that end separated from the shadows of the trees, as the thing that was a simply a black blob on the ground made its way closer to the little old house in the clearing. It would almost remind one of the shadow of a big fish in the water, circling and gliding along.

Once up the porch steps and in front of the door, it started to change, though. It morphed up and up into a small, human-like shape. It looked like a pre-teen or so of some kind.

Dark skin even darker in the night, exposed and not perturbed by the cool late fall wind in only a soft white cotton shirt, the human-like person also had simple plain dark blue pants, rolled up at the ends a bit, though.

And on their little feet, toes strangely colored in black, were only wearing simple sandals.

The person stared at the door, hands up and entwined together by their chest, slightly wringing as if they were unsure and uncertain of something.

They looked behind them briefly, back at the forest, bright shimmering red eyes staring at the trees as if they could ask it “Are you sure about this?” or something like that.

Finally, taking a breath in and out, the little one raised a hand.. and knocked on the door.

....

There was no response at first, just a soft whooshing going through the area, reminding the youth that they were most certainly alone right now. On a stranger’s property. On a stranger’s porch. In front of a stranger’s door.

Trying to get a stranger’s attention.

Swallowing, they tried knocking again. Harder.

And this time they heard it. The tromping of booted feet, the loud ruffling of someone moving and/or getting on clothes, and then the STOP of all the commotion when the other reached the other side of the front door.

Tiny keen ears also heard a soft clicking and clattering of something that was likely a weapon.

“Who issit?!” The man finally spoke, voice cracking with age and nerves that were tense and rattled.

This scenario had certainly never happened before...

“Uh- um, I was wondering if you could come out... a-and talk to me, please?” The younger one asked, raising their voice an awful lot higher than they were used to, and it showed in a crack here and there in their tone.

...

Todd went a lot slower and quieter this time, slipping over to the side window to carefully lift the curtain and get a peek of who the hell could be out there at this time of night, and with a voice like that.

But peeking out at his porch, he froze up instantly.

The kid had turned right there to look right back at him.

“THE FUCK?!” Todd shrieked out and stumbled back, staring at just the window now as if it was the one to blame.

.... But, wait. WHY was he suddenly so utterly frightened?! Yeah, that little squirt out there had surprised him in doing that, but... this was HIS property, dammit! HIS house!

“...Whattaya want from me, kid?” He called out again, shotgun firmly in front of him, even if there was no way a little rugrat could open a double bolted door that was also made of thick wood.

“Just to ask you somethin’.” Aarushi responded, staring up at him where they stood beside him now, hands demurely laced together behind their back.

Immediately following this came a scream of absolute horror as well as FOUR shotgun blasts in a row.

“...HOW DARE HE!!!” Sebastian Michaelis snarled and was about to shoot out of his and Agni’s hiding spot in the forest, until Agni himself latched onto the demon he deemed his love and held on as tight as he could.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, calm, Sebastian! Caaaalm!!” Agni hissed frantically “You and I both know Aarushi can withstand bullets now, almost just as well as you!”

“THAT DOES NOT MAKE HIM ACTUALLY SHOOTING MY PRECIOUS KITTEN AT POINT BLANK RANGE ANY MORE BLOODY ACCEPTABLE!!!”

“Shhhh, moonlight. Everything will be alright. We trained them for this. We knew what could happen. They knew what could happen. It will be fine.”

Sebastian had stilled but was certainly not done growling and baring his fangs as he glowered out at the house. And not even Agni’s soft, soothing petting could help him this time.

Aarushi stood stock still after the racket died down, not even breathing.

Todd on the other hand was having quite a tizzy at the moment, huffing and puffing and shaking in place.

His eyes darted around and what he could see in the dim light was.. four holes, all in various places around his living room.

And not a single one had hit the child standing in front of him.

He lowered the gun just a bit, staring now in utter horror of the.... thing in his house that most definitely could not be a human child.

“Wh-wh-what the hell do you want?!” He hollered, but did nothing else this time.

Aarushi opened their mouth, then closed it just as quickly. Their little eyebrows knit and they clenched their fists at their sides and looked down at the floor.

“Um.. well, I wanted t-to ask you if um, what I was told about you was... was true.”

Todd just stared some more.

...

“Are... are you a hunter? Are you.. killin’ lots of animals around here, Sir?”

Todd’s face morphed more and more into utter confusion.

“Uhh, well uh... ye-yes..?” He answered, but ended it in a question for some reason or another. He just didn’t know what the hell else to say or do now! What was going on?! Was this just a dream he was having? Oh lord, he hoped so...

The child tilted their head, also looking confused now.

“All of the animals around here? Even the squirrels and chipmunks and tiniest fishes in the ponds and running streams?”

“I- I- Well, yeah! I hunt what I want and when I want!” Todd found himself managing to gush out, his mind just gradually adapting to whatever the hell this was and going with the flow. “There ain’t no one around ‘cept for me, after all, so I figured I might as well.. do what I want!”

“Stop it.”

Todd froze up at the sudden change of tone from the child’s mouth.

“I- I beg your- your pardon..?”

“Stop it.” Aarushi simply said again, eyes still huge but now glowing in the dark, and pupils in the middle slimming down to almost thin lines. “Stop killing and harming the innocent free spirits of this forest; the old and the young; the big and the small,” Aarushi’s lips curled down in a snarl no one that knew them had ever truly seen, teeth sharping in their mouth to fine points in the process. “the animals and the humans.”

Todd’s heart was now pounding in his ears and ready to jump straight outta his chest. What the fuck kinda nightmare was this, some kinda message from some forest god or some such shit?! He tried to speak, or at least wet his lips again and try to make something come out that could be considered english.

“I-I-I was just- just tryin’ to survive myself! To- to just.. live and- and flourish, y’know?! Just like- like everythin’ el--”

“YOU BROUGHT MAN-MADE TRAPS INTO THE FOREST, TRAPS YOU DESIGNED YOURSELF, TODD. YOU HAVE HUNTED THESE CREATURES DAY IN AND DAY OUT AND HAVE ALSO HUNTED THE INNOCENT, LOST HUMANS WHO KNEW NOT WHAT THEIR FATE WOULD BE!”

The form of the child, while speaking these words in this ethereal bellow and beginning to slowly step closer and closer to the man, began to morph, and do so as if they were made of nothing but some kind of liquid. Their sandals disappeared, feet growing and nails on toes elongating. The same size change happened to the rest of them, till they were just inches from the ceiling. Arms longer, hands and fingers stretched out, now sporting what could only be black claws, strange beaded bracelets dangling from wrists, and then something like fabric was forming around these appendages, covering up hands almost. A robe enveloped their entire form, and yet still their head remained uncovered. Once short curly black hair now elongating too and twisting up into a thin, long braid at their back. And finally, at the creature’s back was something sprouting out that could only be not one, but two pairs of black feathered wings. And at the crown of their curly head, two black horns emerged..

The creature was now glowering down at the trembling mortal man with a scalding, enraged look that no human, and certainly no child could’ve ever pulled off.

“This is not your land, mortal. This land belongs to no one but Mother Earth herself, and the animals she gave it to centuries ago.”

And then the creature changed it’s language to something else.

“Even the great Goddess Kali would not show such a cruel human a single ounce of pity.” Aarushi hissed in Hindi, the very first language they’d learned to speak out loud.

After having witnessed this entire scene and having only managed to move just a bit back as the creature came looming closer, Todd somehow managed to muster up enough brain power to twitch his shotgun right into position aaaand...

BANG.

Bits and pieces of the thing’s face and what looked like red, human blood went flying as the bullet hit it straight in the middle of the forehead.

As the creature started to make more ghastly noises at this new predicament, Todd bolted as fast as he could for the door, scrambling to unlock it as he recalled the goddamn thing hadn’t even gotten in that way somehow!

He kept looking back though, seeing the monster grabbing and clawing its face, blood streaming down black cheeks. But the blood seemed to be coming from it’s eyes not the wound in it’s head. Was it crying BLOOD, now?!

No time to think anymore on that. He got the last lock off and swung open the door, nearly inhaling the night air as fast as he could as if oxygen could help him get outta this.

But as he stumbled down the porch stairs, he heard it behind him, coming in HOT!

“GET AWAY, GET THE FUCK AWAY!!!” He finally shrieked out, turning around and trying to aim and shoot again.

But this time the creature whom he’d only seen take a few steps in the past, LUNGED OFF THE PORCH and tackled him down.

It’s weight felt like a million goddamned blankets all at once, and Todd also felt the vibrations of it’s growl that it was making, and he faintly recognized that as something similar to a big cat.

There was movement on the side of him, and Todd looked over to see some kind of black tentacle had grabbed his faithful shotgun, was raising it, and now crushed it as easy as a tin can. Then threw it off somewhere, to be forgotten and never used again.

Looking back up into the black hellish face inches from him, Todd saw the wound that was once clear as day in that forehead was now totally gone, and indeed the blood had been coming from those horrible big red eyes. It still was coming from them. Leaking down and dripping blood everywhere.

“Do you have any last words you wish to say, Todd? Before you are nothing but an empty husk in the ground? Fertilizing the Earth you so abused?”

“I... I...” Todd looked around, though he could not really see anything. Nothing but the creature’s face right there and a bit of the black sky above them, stars so itty bitty and so meaningless... “I’m- I’m sorry!” He cried, the first thing he could think of. “I’m sorry, I really am! I didn’t know I- I’d upset someone like this! I didn’t know I’d been so bad!! Please! Please just... show mercy! I... I swear I’ll be good, I’ll be better! I’ll stop harmin’ and killin’. I’ll-”

“S-Stop.”

The beast suddenly stuttered, and the tone sounded almost... almost like that child’s voice again. Their big toothy mouth now crinkled up into a small frown, trembling. Were they... actually crying now? They shook their head back and forth and narrowed their eyes further, looking almost in pain instead of mad.

“You’re.... You’re lying.”

Aarushi nearly whimpered.

“... Just like.... Mamma said you would.”

And before the mortal man Todd could even make another sound in response to this, Aarushi dove in, and finally took out what they’d come here for.

Still crying and whimpering softly, Aarushi sat up straight and held the familiar looking orb of bright light in both if their big hands.

Wait... big hands..?

Aarushi suddenly froze up, shakily staring at their own arms and hands and then down further at the rest of themselves.

“AAAA!!!” They yelped and the soul went flying, while Aarushi went scooting away and curling up into themselves.

....

Sebastian felt like facepalming but quickly took the better route and ran out of the forest to comfort his little kitten.

“Oh sweetie, it’s alright! You’re fine! This is normal!” He told them, scooping up the soul as well in one free hand.

“I-I’ve NEVER looked like THIS BEFORE!! WHY?!” Aarushi wailed.

“Oh my little tiger cub, there is nothing to fret over,” Agni came forward as well, kneeling down and.. hesitating a moment as he saw the blood coming from their eyes. “.. I believe your Mother speaks the truth, sweet one.” He lowered his voice further and took out a handkerchief to help soak up some of the bloody tears. “This form may be new to you, but it is yours all the same. It is how you are meant to be. Do not fear your self.”

Sniffling, Aarushi finally uncovered their eyes and finally looked back again at the soul hovering in their Mamma’s grasp. Almost perfectly still as if it were a piece of art, and Sebastian was the proud artist.

But no, Sebastian moved the glowing thing closer...

“You have earned this, kitten. Please.”

Although Aarushi could not fathom the logic of “earning” a human’s soul, they sighed and lifted those strange black clawed hands, letting Mamma put the soul in them.

They now stared down the glowing thing, as they had many others they’d been fed before... But each and every one had had a different taste.

.. And Aarushi had an inkling they knew this one’s taste would certainly not be the best out of them all.

But nonetheless they brought it up close and opened their mouth, already feeling the pull from both themselves and the soul; It was strange, like there was a straw there to suck up a liquid like chocolate milk or something, but there was nothing.

And soon the light was gone, and Aarushi was feeling it, already taking root inside the half of them that needed it. Could taste it.

And oh.. the.. taste...

So.

Much.

Sin.

Aarushi started violently shaking, face scrunching up, and mouth opening. But no loud noises this time. No screams, either. Just broken, choked squeaks.

This man had been even worse than Aarushi had been told about. Things were surfacing from his soul that even other humans would probably be horrified to know about him. Things.. a child like Aarushi really shouldn’t have had to see or know of.

It boiled inside them, like thick greasy oil and tar and it was so bad that Aarushi finally tore themselves away from their Mother and hunched over on the ground, hands supporting them, and started heaving....

“Aarushi, NO!” Sebastian cried when he realised what his kitten was trying to do. He forced them back up, even as they struggled and flailed and grabbed their own abdomen like they wanted to tear it open and take the soul out that way.

“Please, listen to me, Aarushi! I know you are suffering from whatever it is you taste, but you must keep that soul down! You MUST! It will be USELESS to ANYONE if you throw it back up now! It has already been altered by being inside you!”

“It’s- it’s the worst!! Please! Mamma!! PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA SEE ANYMORE!!”

Aarushi continued on as the soul was absorbed into them for quite a while, for it took a long time to be fully absorbed when the human who had possessed it was not only very old, but had also had quite a lot of life changing experiences.

And though Sebastian did not wish for his precious only child to suffer, he knew all demons, including himself, went through these experiences of eating a soul that truly went against their pallet.

And yet... energy was energy. And it was necessary for a demon so young to keep going.

He stood from the ground finally, cradling his kitten who had resorted to their human form close, like he hand many, many times before, and looked to Agni.

It was time to go home.

Go home, where Aarushi could curl up in bed with their many dozen soft plush bunnies and Miss Bunny, and Mamma and Pappa right there on both sides too, and continue to deal with the outcome of this experience.

It would take a long time this time, Sebastian and Agni knew, but they would be there all the way..

For though the results of this were not the best, what had transpired and lead to this had surely shown the two parents that their little one was learning and growing and soon... maybe soon.. they would find souls that they would enjoy eating.

And no more Todds.

#My Writing #Sebagni #Aarushi #My OC #Tiger Cub #Drabble #Long Drabble

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chuckling-chemist · 5 years

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That Comprehensive Lusus Post: Mammals

The Quick Rundown:

Total Mammals: 1210 (30.25% of all lusii -- so 30%)

What I expected to see lots of (and did): Dogs and cats. Oh my God, dogs and cats. But dogs have a lot of variation, and cats are cute. So I expected this.

What I didn’t expected to see lots of (and didn’t): Whales/dolphins (cetacea). While there’s lots of variation like a dog (at least in whales), there’s only a few castes that most would give a whale or dolphin lusus to. Overall, there were 23 in the cetacea category, which is ~2% of all mammals and 0.5% of all lusii.

What I expected to see lots of (and didn’t): Mongooses, Red and Giant Pandas and Okapis. There actually weren’t any Okapis, and while I didn’t expect many, I expected enough that I made a giraffidae category instead of just throwing Giraffes under other. The lack of pandas and mongooses legitimately caught me off guard. Mongooses/Red Pandas make up 0.33% of all mammals. Giant Pandas make up 0.5% of all mammals.

What I didn’t expect to see lots of (and did): I’m actually surprised how common sheep (sheep/ram) and cattle (cows/bulls/ox) in particular came up. I would have imagined canon Homestuck having both a ram and a fairy-bull would have discouraged more people, as I know a lot of those critique blogs would criticize someone for happening to use a lusus used in canon.

What I wish I saw more of: Okapis.

Alright, nothing too fancy with mammals, now to start breaking this stuff down

(larger version of the pie chart here)

CANINES

Final Counts

Dogs: 96

Foxes: 58

Wolves: 41

Maned Wolf: 10

Jackal: 10

Coyote: 5

Dingo: 3

Dhole: 1

Top 5 Dogs

Dog (nondescript) = 18

German Shepherd/Chihuahua = 6

Bulldog = 5

Pomeranian/Samoyed = 4

Rottweiler/Corgi/Weiner Dog = 3

Top 3 Foxes

Fox (nondescript) = 30

Fennec Fox = 10

Red Fox = 7

Other canine notes

While wolves have a high count, most wolves were nondescript. The next highest were dire wolves, with 6. All other wolves were no higher than a count of 2

There were a huge amount of variability among dogs. If someone wants to see the whole list, please message me.

Maned wolves acquired their own category by being neither fox nor wolf

FELINES

Big Cat: 64

Wild Cat: 59

House Cat/Nondescript Cat: 51

Top 3 Big Cats

Lion = 19

Tiger = 17

Sabertooth Tiger = 7

Top 3 Wild Cats

Mountain Lion = 20

Cheetah = 11

Lynx = 10

Other Feline Notes

Much like the high wolf count vs. low variability, the lack of top count for house cats is due to most being generic house cats, or only having a count of 1 for the specification

My favorite house cat was the person who had Schrodinger's Cat for a lusus.

BOVIDAE (cattle, sheep, goats, etc., very much a lot of your farm animals)

Sheep: 39

Cattle: 31

Goat: 26

Antelope: 11

Buffalo: 4

Bison: 3

Yak: 3

Bovidae Notes

If anyone would like to see the breakdowns of any bovidae, please message me. The only really interesting breakdown I found (i.e: at least 3 notably larger categories than the rest) I found were cattle, and there weren’t much more than 3 specifics anyway, and it’s hard to make a top 3 out of...3 -- btw, this applies to any of these that I don’t include a Top 3 of, since most of these were largely nondescript or limited to 1 or 2 per grouping.

RODENT

Rat: 29

Mouse: 16

Chinchilla: 9

Porcupine: 9

Squirrel: 8

Beaver: 4

Chipmunk: 3

Guinea Pig: 2

Hamster: 1

Jeroba: 1

Vole: 1

Patagonian Mara: 1

DEER

Deer: 43

Reindeer: 6

Dik dik: 4

Elk: 4

Moose: 3

MUSTELIDAE (Weasels, badgers, wolverines, etc., your trickster noodles)

Otter: 15

Badger: 13

Weasel: 12

Polecat: 11

Wolverine: 6

Marten: 5

Mink: 1

LAGOMORPH: (Rabbits and hares)

Rabbit: 48

Hare: 6

MARSUPIAL

Opossum: 10

Kangaroo: 7

Possum: 4

Tasmanian Devil: 4

Koala: 4

Tasmanian Tiger: 3

Wombat: 3

Numbat: 1

Wallaby: 1

EQUINES

Horse: 28

Donkey: 3

Mule: 3

Pony: 2

Zebra: 1

Quagga: 1

Equine Notes:

Most horses were nondescript, so I didn’t do a top count. If you’re curious, almost all specifications were draft horses. Namely: clydesdales.

Both ponies were shetland ponies

It’s funny to me that there was only 1 zebra in all 4000 lusii, considering Hiveswap/Friendsim features Zebruh Coddak, who has a zebra lusus.

PRIMATE

Monkey: 21

Ape: 8

Lorisid: 2

Top 3 Monkeys

Ring Tailed Lemur = 4

Capuchin Monkey/Monkey (Nondescript) = 3

Chimpanzee/Spider Monkey/Macaques = 2

Primate Notes

Monkeys were the first count where a nondescript monkey is lower than a specific species, while there are multiple species (so not including something like the lorisids, where it’s unlikely to have a nondescript lorisid)

SWINE

Boar: 18

Pig: 7

Warthog: 2

PINNIPED

Seal: 16

Walrus: 6

Sea Lion: 4

CETACEA (Whales and Dolphins)

Whale: 12

Dolphin: 11

Cetacea Notes

As stated above, I’m pretty sure the low numbers here is due to whales/dolphins making better fits for seadwellers than pretty much any other troll. That’s understandable, in the scheme of things

For those who may not know, you may be wondering why manatees aren’t listed here. That’s because manatees aren’t related to whales and dolphins! Manatees are found in the Sirenia family.

RACCOON-LIKE

Raccoon: 13

Red Panda: 4

Coati: 3

PILOSA

Sloth: 10

Anteater: 5

MOLE-LIKE

Mole: 8

Shrew: 3

Gopher: 1

Solenodon: 1

GIRAFFIDAE

This would have been Giraffes and okapis...if I found any okapi lusii.

Giraffe: 10

MONOTREME (Egg-Laying)

Platypus: 9

Echidna: 1

ODD UNGULATE

Rhino: 7

Tapir: 1

HERPESTIDAE

Mongoose: 4

Meerkat: 2

CAMELID

Camel: 3

Alpaca: 1

Llama: 1

OTHER MAMMAL

Everything that couldn’t be categorized into a supergroup. With the exception of giraffe, because seriously I thought okapis of those would come up. Simultaneously, I wasn’t expecting the Sirenia group to have more than the camels.

Bear: 44

Bats: 42

Hyena: 26

Armadillo: 12

Hedgehog: 9

Skunk: 6

Manatee: 5

Hippopotamus: 2

Pangolin: 2

Civet: 2

Dugong: 1

Stellar's Sea Cow: 1

Fossa: 1

Top 3 Bears

Bear (Nondescript) = 25

Brown Bear (includes grizzlies) = 8

Panda Bear = 6

Top 3 Bats

Bat (Nondescript) = 24

Vampire Bat = 7

Fruit Bat = 4

Overall Notes

There was honestly more variation than I expected to some degree. When I started doing this, I had to add the odd ungulate category. And in hindsight, I should have retroactively added a Sirenia category.

Unsurprisingly, common pets in North America is the most common. Not that such is a problem: Homestuck’s filled with American slang and written by an American. It’s just like how Changeling the Dreaming mentions puka fae should generally be common pets.

In general - and this is a trend across the board - a nondescript version is more common than a specific one. This is applicable both to species where there’s not many variants and species with lots of variants. However, the likelihood of specification is ultimately very much creator-based. i.e: Some creators gave whole names (e.g: Valaris Blacknose Sheep, Long Tailed Weasel, Hungarian Puli Dog) and some gave simple names (Sheep, Weasel, Dog). There’s nothing wrong with either one, I just found it interesting how it fell.

You’ll notice mutations like 6 legged or 4 eyed don’t come up. Because this was listing species and not mutations, these were largely ignored. Except for “9 tailed fox”. I listed those separately because I wasn’t sure if they were referencing back to myth or not.

After listing all of these, I might go back and figure out exactly how many extinct species there are.

If you’re looking for something no one’s ever done, I suggest pulling from the Camelid or Mongoose family. Or an Okapi. All I’m saying...unholy combination of a zebra, a deer, and a giraffe.

Anyway, that’s the big stuff for mammals! Next up, I’ll be counting all the birds.

#fantroll #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #long post #That Comprehensive Lusus Post #Mammals #lusus

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ahundred-andathousandmore · 6 years

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Highland Adventure Day 2: Loch Ness, Culloden, Dunrobin Castle & John O’Groats

Day 1: Culross & Inverness

The second day of our trip began with a drive to the tip of Loch Ness. Like Inverness, everyone I know told me that Loch Ness is not really worth the trip... and they were right. My advice would be to skip Loch Ness and go instead to Loch Lomand in the Trossachs, honestly! But because we were north and because we felt like we had to, we took a few obligatory pics of the lake, my dad was disappointed that we didn’t see Nessie (I sincerely hope he was joking but to this day am not sure), and that was that. Oh and in hindsight the pics I took are pretty terrible so I won’t even share them here 😂

Embarrassingly, I had NO idea that Culloden was near Inverness... I’m not sure why I didn’t know that/why I don’t pay attention to anything, but we decided to go even though it wasn’t in our original plan. And let me tell you, it was SO WORTH IT! The museum is very interesting, the battlefield eerily beautiful... if you have any interest in Scottish history, this is a MUST! And yes, of course, there is an Outlander connection here, and like a nerd fan I took a photo of the Clan Fraser stone. #sorrynotsorry...

Clearly I wasn't the only Outlander fan here...

...which Culloden’s gift shop capitalizes on

From Culloden we drove on to Dunrobin Castle in Sutherland. Or that was the plan, until my dad got sidetracked by Balblair distillery and decided we had to stop. We didn’t take a tour or anything, but we did a tasting- or more accurately my dad and brother did a tasting and I had a single sip of the whisky my dad ended up buying. Needless to say, I drove after that, lol. I’m not a whisky fan but even I have to admit that this was excellent, and it’s not owned by one of the big corporate stooges so win-win!

Dunrobin looks like an actual Disney princess castle, absolutely beautiful. The gardens are exquisite and the castle is situated on the water. Just breathtaking. While touring the grounds, we saw a fantastic presentation of some of the birds that are kept on the estate. The trainer showed us how he trains and rehabilitated a peregrine falcon along with two other birds. Not usually my thing but it was fascinating!

Me in my Cait jeans, gazing longingly at the castle...

...and posing in front of it pretending to be royalty. My brother was so embarrassed taking these pictures of me (also please note how quickly the sky went from blue to grey)

But let me give you a fair warning: DO NOT VISIT THE VICTORIAN MUSEUM ON THE CASTLE GROUNDS. There is a sign on the door that says something like “Warning: Large animal heads, some visitors may be offended”, but idiot me thought large animal heads meant, like, really huge deer heads or something. WRONG WRONG WRONG. Because what greets you as you walk through the front door is the neck and head of a fucking giraffe, with an elephant head on the wall just behind (the rest of the walls are filled with any number of deer, fish, moose, etc. etc.). I’m not a vegetarian or anything but I found it EXTREMELY upsetting and was disturbed for the rest of the visit. And other than that sign you get zero warning or indication of what’s inside, which I think is a huge failing on their part.

We then drove the rest of the way to John O’Groats, one of the northernmost points on mainland UK. This area of Scotland was pretty much all of our favorite from the entire trip... we spent two nights at the most AMAZING self-catering apartment, I cannot recommend this place enough, it’s pricey but 150% worth it. I’m already dream planning another visit here...

We stayed in the white building but each of the six structures has flats you can rent!

Apologies, it got dark out for this one. But as you can see, the buildings are directly at the John O’Groats sign, and on the water.

#scotland #nc500 #nc500route #visitscotland #loch ness #dunrobincastle #johnogroats

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severalbakuras · 6 years

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episode 19!

i think this is the first time it’s rained.

gideon

GET HIM

JOURNAL EPISODE

IT’S HIM (disclosure: i’’ve been aware of bill as a Thing since the start, don’t know where his storyline goes after his intro clip though. he’s basically dorito onceler afaik)

dream boy high is the prequel to dream daddy prove me wrong

tallest person in a house deals with things that are high up it’s a very simple rule.

i feel like this is a repeat of the malcolm in the middle moral that one time where they always dunk on malcolm because they ‘‘know’’ he can handle everything and succeed regardless while his other siblings wouldn’t. hhh. late edit: not quite but i still think that that’s a shit moral.

OOOOOH HERE WE GO

i already love him he is welcome in my house.

L̴̛̕͜O͏̶͏T́́S̡̡ ͞Ǫ̸͢͢͠F̧̢ ́̕͘͜͞T̨͘͞H̛I̸̧͘͜N̷̨G̸̴̨̀͞S̡̛͝҉

the deer thing is a PATTERN THIS SHOW HATES DEER i bet there’s some symbolism there. (or deer just suck)

(except moose)

(and that ancient elk stag from ireland)

(and dik-dik)

STAN WHAT DID YOU DO

BYEEEE

‘i’m so sorry’ what are you sorry for?

YEESH THAT’S BLOOD

DIPPER HE’S IN TERRIFIED PAIN HE’S NOT ASKING YOU TO TAKE HIS BEER TO THE TRASH.

thumbs up from me dude

i wonder if that latin means anything or not

woah his mind is... something.

’question mark, shooting star, pine tree’? @scrawlers is this that thing?

why are you telling them your plan?

HEY IT’S THAT PRISON

i wonder if bill’s following them... like that’s what i’d do if i were a demon which i’m not.

interesting that that has a ‘keep out’ sign. he doesn’t want anyone knowing this shit. hhh.

SOOS THANKS FOR ASKING

i’m sure that’s not out of context at all. not just because c’mon but also because stan’s not cruel like that and my man soos would have kicked his ass to the curb already if he were.

HEY THERE IT IS THE BASEMENT

SOOS NO

yeppp

he’s right dipper

does that mean that memory is gone forever and the code is gone for stan?

EAT NIGHTMARES

you know this whole ‘toughen them up’ thing causes a shitload less mental trauma if you actually talk to your fucking kids, lets you sidestep the whole ‘self-loathing’ part very easily. like stan you are... not the most adjusted person in the world now.

also never telling your kids when you’re proud of them makes them think you’ll never be proud of them hth.

bill’s way more intimidating as a chirpy happy yellow demon triangle having a good time than a shouty angry red demon triangle having a bad time just sayin’.

yeah i figured that imagination thing works both ways.

the journal author’s hands has six fingers huh.

how the hell did he get that? he didn’t get the whole code did he?

CLIFFHANGER THAT I’M LEAVING ANYONE WHO READS THIS ON TOO WOOOOOOOOO

ooh these ending credits are eerie, i like ‘em.

#gravity falls #sb watches gf

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jojotier · 6 years

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A Hot Button Commodity

There’s a button that stands in the center of the city.

It’s always been there- from the moment the high corkscrew shapes of apartments were built around it and from the moment when it was surrounded by little skyscrapers as cheap as children’s toys and from the littlest microscopic huts that dotted the surface. It’s been there- slowly rising a little every day, slowly gaining a little height, slowly going. Like the rest of us, I suppose. We’re all slowly going.

That’s just how it is- how its always been, really, though we pretend it hasn’t because we dream of fast cars and fast dreams and fast recovery. I slowly make my way around the house, sometimes less slow when the moment strikes, sometimes even slower when everything pulls my brain in a few new directions it shouldn’t be going. I slowly do school work, slowly pick my way into people’s brains through their mouths and slowly draw connected red lines from our slow history to our equally slow reality.

Slow going on games, making and playing them. Slow going on writing, reading, living, honestly. It’s all a blessing, how slow it is, with my folks and my brother.

That’s my sister in the corner. We don’t talk about her anymore.

My brother’s been getting good at drawing lately. Still slow going, but he’s good. His fingers still shake when he picks up a pencil, and he keeps looking over his shoulder. Sometimes he cries so hard he slows down more. Tears sluggishly making their way down his face, hands continually dropping the pencil, and he still draws fun cartoons. Flat little curves and lines, frozen in an emotion and slowly going to change it so they can make their own little faces. It’s nice.

Sometimes I watch, but most times I end up wandering off. I wander off a lot. My brain’s a little twisted inside my skull, you know? All of our brains are twisted in this house. Have been for a long time- festering and twisting, melting bit by bit and freezing in place. My brother’s brain’s been twisting around a lot, but sometimes my pop’s brain twists even more. My mom’s brain is the strangest- it twists itself, and then she acts like it isn’t twisted in the slightest. It’s almost like a party trick.

Well, it’s not as great a party trick as her other one. The one where she says she’s doing things fast, living in the fast lane, when really, she’s sitting perfectly still. It’s funny to watch her hair sweep past, long grey curls splattering against the wall as if there was a wind there to pick it up. Even when she just sits and watches television, her hair is always flying out, wild as a storm cloud as it catches the artificial light of modern gladiatorial combat. My mother may actually be onto something there, and it’s really admirable- but my pop says no one in this house is moving at all, and he throws a tantrum sometimes over it. Slow going for him and his talk, too slow for his liking.

That’s fine though. I like slow going just as is. It’s easier to see the change in our brains when I catch glimpses of my pop’s hippocampus dribbling down his chin, or the inside of my mom’s mouth glowing with red-hot embers the moment something brushes past. Or my own brain, twisted in a strange way in directions I can vaguely remember feeling knot up, but can never really remember even as I stare in the mirror.

No, our brains aren’t twisting because of my sister. They’ve always been like this- they didn’t twist up any when it happened.

Oh, but I wandered off again. Sorry. That happens a lot, so you’re going to have to get used to that. Let me start over…

There’s a button in the center of the city. There used to be a lot of stairs leading up to it, but then they dismantled some of them. They’ve been adding an elevator lately, though- quite a few of those, done up in pretty white stuff that could be marble (but where did they get that? marble’s been out for a good couple of centuries, titanium and coal are in and here to stay) with gorgeous coils of gold running along the entire exterior.

Sometimes I like to walk to the city square just to look at it, and think about what sort of slow going it must have taken to fill its veins with gushing gold. It’s all gold and gleaming, and there are no workers for it.

A lot of people in the city like the button on the pedestal, so that’s strange. Or maybe it’s strange that people like the button at all. But, that’s not my business to think like that- it’s everyone’s right to have the button there in the city, rising on its pretty pedestal up towards the clouds, and I don’t really know much about that sort of thing. The red lines from history sometimes dig into my skin, trying to thread directly to my veins, but that’s only when I think too hard about something that’s always been, so I just ignore it and snip the lines away.

What do you mean, what does my sister think of the button? What the fuck does it matter?

It hurts my head too much…

I know you didn’t mean that though, so let’s keep going. You have some empathy, don’t you? We all have empathy. We all do. Really. We just don’t let it interfere, because emotions make you stupid, like pop sometimes is when he lets his emotions get the best of him and his brain twists and makes him want to graft his skin into the bed and never have to leave. But that’s much too slow going- even for me. He’s fine eventually anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.

The corkscrew apartments keep getting loftier. It’s really a sight, you know- all gleaming titanium with coal smoke signals all on the top, adding this really mysterious air to the city as you go on through. It covers the sun, sometimes, leaving the only real light source the enormous glass fibers that float in strange shapes around the button. It’s a circle of multicolored light then, dazzling as it bounces off the charcoal sky and the steely buildings. It’s almost like a beacon, up there- and absolutely anyone can just walk up to that button, especially on those days, just for a little pressing.

The button itself? I think I like it a lot. It’s gleaming. It’s been a part of the city since forever, since the founders used it. It’s gotten loftier too, gotten higher than the clouds themselves. It’s part of our identity, here. It’s carved a place in our brains and inserted itself.

People like what it can do. One minute. Forty-five people, most randomly selected, unless the button presser has a list of names. Then, the forty-five have their bodies twist up and shake around, and there’s some screaming. Then silence. Their skulls dissolve like candy floss and it’s just there, their brains- maybe some teeth or an eyeball, if you’re lucky- melded and kept in that twisted shape forever. There isn’t really a challenge if their brains are outside, though- so I don’t like that aftermath very much.

Then again… my sister’s brains didn’t twist until they were outside of her head.

So I guess I’m happy I get to see that. I was getting tired of her stupidly static, vibrating brain anyway. It never changed. Don’t get me wrong, I like slow going- slow and steady wins the race and whatever sort of idiom you want to insert there. But her brains never moved an inch. History’s blood red lines etch strange words like ‘innocent’ into my forearm, but that can’t be right, because there’s no such thing as an innocent.

Even those brats in my sister’s class watching her brains twist outside her head weren’t innocent. They screamed and cried, sure, and it must have been unpleasant to watch- we have empathy, see, we see their plight- but when they walked out and begged us to do something about the button, that’s just their guilty emotions coming out. They didn’t try to do anything to stop whoever pushed the button. The police did that, took his strange, ugly pale form in, and on tv, it was easy to see where his brains are twisting and slowly writhing in his mouth. The police did everything. Sure, I’m sorry to those kids, but they didn’t do jack shit. They don’t know anything about the world.

You can’t live your entire life fearing one little button. In fact… I’ve been thinking of embracing the idea of it lately.

There are people who use the button for fun. They choose forty-five inhuman things, like deer or moose or whatever they want, and they do that to make the brains more fun to eat. There are people who do it to things without brains, though I don’t really understand the point in that. If I were to use it, though, I think I’d want to see human brains. Not that I ever would! Or. I mean. I won’t lie, I probably would.

We’ve all had those fantasies, right? You’ve had them. You, in your prime, wrestling the button away and pressing it, saving the ones you love. You, taking the button and killing off all those inglorious bastards doing crimes and wrongs. Sure, we’re all flimsy and weak here, and sure we can’t really do much if someone uses the button on us- but. It’s nice to pretend that we’re all still running around in the military, almost dying in the line of duty, or gallivanting around poor neighborhoods where they might have someone about to use the button because they don’t agree.

Nothing wrong with a little power fantasy, in my opinion. So what if forty-five people have their brains on the outside? It’s not like they do anything after that anyway…

What do you mean, my sister is trying to say something? She doesn’t have vocal chords.

(We took them out because she wouldn’t stop sobbing, not for months and months and months and months and months and months and)

And yes, I’m very sorry about what happened to her- she was my sister after all, and I loved her very much, like I love the rest of my family. I adore my family to pieces. But now she stays in her little corner and gets to be nice and quiet and still, like her brain was when it was inside.

I’m talking about my sister too much. I don’t know why. It’s not like I really let my emotions overtake me like it did that day with mom and pop. Pop, saying he’d press the button on every son of a bitch in this city, mom, begging everyone who could listen to her whining tears that the button needed to be blocked off, that it cost her her baby’s life.

We all believe that everyone should have the right to the button, though, so don’t worry. After they sat down and calmed down, they were back to their old selves. It was slow going again.

The elevator’s been finished. It’s functional. I guess I didn’t realize it at first since I wandered off to talk with you.

You know… my brother’s brain’s been twisting a lot less lately. It’s sad- he used to have a brain that twisted the most out of all of us. But now he’s slowing down too much. He’s going to become still. Sure, I have my folks, but pop’s headed into a mood where he’s slowing down too, and mom’s hair doesn’t fly as nice as it used to. They’re slowing down too much.

Well. That’s fine. I still love them- but I’m afraid they’re going to be getting a little dull. If I run down the stairs fast enough, the police won’t find me rushing back to the house so I can see what shapes their brains freeze into.

Forty-five people. One minute.

I board the elevator. You don’t need to worry about this- you won’t be seeing me after this.

No need to fear if you’re one of the forty-two.

After all, it’s just a button.

What’s the worst it can do?

#original content #original fiction #my writing #sci-fi #science fiction #death mention #brain #first person point of view #man i dont know what possessed me to write this piece but #here you go

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maximumsuckage · 6 years

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Dreamscape, part 2

Link to Part 1: https://maximumsuckage.tumblr.com/post/167175722147/dreamscape

Description: Sam, Dean, and Jack discuss the Norse death goddess Hela. Across the country, a werewolf child turns up dead.

Word Count: 3125

A/n: I am so so so sorry if I ruin this by adding more, but tis the season of NaNoWriMo and this is the closest thing I've had to a plot in ages, so I don't care if it's fanfic and not original. lemme know if anyone is interested enough to be tagged in updates, no worries if nah

“So lemme get this straight.” Dean wrapped his fingers around the coffee mug as he looked down at the book Sam had dropped in front of him. “You have a dream about our old dead buddy the Trickster, only he’s a giant crazy monster, and he tells you some crap and sends you on a quest to find his freaky death goddess daughter to be the Jedi Master to your freaky angel padawan?”

Sam let out a slow breath. “No, Dean. I mean, yeah, but you’re ignoring the point here. Jack isn’t the first archangel offspring. It makes sense… we knew Gabe was Loki. I just never realized he was Loki. Like, the actual god. He had a whole life outside of Heaven…” He trailed off, looking down at the book, not for the first time wondering at how little they actually knew. “And he wasn’t a giant crazy monster. He was an archangel. Without the vessel.”

Dean waved a dismissive hand and sipped his coffee. “Whatever. So monster Gabe wants you to find his freaky death goddess daughter. And what, exactly? We don’t exactly have a great record with pagan gods.”

“Yeah, but Dean, this could be an opportunity.” This was pointless. They were going in circles, still, like they had been for forty minutes already. “I know that it’s a risk, but-”

“But nothing.” Dean gestured with the mug of coffee. “We’ve already dealt with Death himself. We’re not getting the attention of one of his death god lackeys too. Mr. Miyagi the kid yourself, fine. But if we get her attention and she gets pissed…”

“Then we take her out too.” Sam stood. “We’ve taken out stronger things than-”

“Than an archangel Nephilim? An archangel Nephilim who’s had thousands of years to hone her powers?” Dean raised an eyebrow and sipped his coffee. “Look, I get it. The kid’s not all bad. Might grow up to be a superhero. Who knows? But we do know that a goddess named Hell is not someone we want to tussle with.”

“Hel with one L, not two.” Sam pointed. “Or Hela, in this translation.”

“Hela then.” Dean paused. “Wait, wasn’t that the bad guy in that new Thor movie?”

“Well-”

“That settles it. No. If she scares Thor, then I don’t want to deal with it. Wherever she’s holed up, she can stay there.” He downed the rest of his coffee, made a face at the dregs, and got up. “Come on. We’ve got a werewolf to catch.” Without letting Sam have time for another word, he left the kitchen, heading back towards his own room.

“I have a cousin?”

Sam jumped at the voice. Jack definitely shared that little trait with Castiel. He glanced at the direction Dean had vanished in, and sighed. He had no idea how long Jack had been listening, and lying would only upset him. “We’re not sure,” he decided on, sitting down and pushing the book towards him. “I had a dream about Gabriel- your uncle- and he told me to look for this goddess, who, according to the lore, is his oldest daughter.”

Jack pulled the book closer and studied it, his eyebrows creased together. “Gabriel,” he said slowly. “He was in the Bible. He told Elizabeth and Mary that they were pregnant. He is good.” He glanced up at Sam, worried. “Right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, he was good.” Sam decided that they didn’t need to get into the semantics of good when it involved the Trickster. He’d come over to their side in the end; right now, that was what mattered.

“Was?” Jack caught the past tense, head tilting in that painfully familiar way.

“Lucifer killed him.” He decided not to sugar-coat it, just ripping off the metaphorical Band-Aid. “Gabriel was stalling so we could save people. He knew he was going to be killed.” He paused, figuring somebody didn’t go through the work of filming a pornographic suicide note if they didn’t know they were going to die. “He loved your father to the end, I think. He attacked Lucifer, but now that I think about it, I don’t think he could have killed him, even if he had the ability to.”

Jack looked back down at the book, considering the information, filing it away in what he knew of the world. “But, he had children. This goddess is my cousin.” He touched the picture, running his finger down the sketch. One side of her was a young lady, lovely if stern, while the other side was a garish image of rot and desiccation. That didn’t seem to bother Jack, whose impression of the world was still fresh and new.

It had, however, bothered Dean, who, when Sam had first set the book down, made a comment along the lines of, “this zombie freak your new girlfriend?”

“We don’t know that for sure yet,” Sam was quick to point out. “Gabriel didn’t give me anymore information…” Because he was too busy trying to bite my lips off, but Dean and Jack don’t need to know that and why the hell was he doing that anyways I’m not into him I’m straight straighter than Dean anyways like maybe we were friends at the end but only barely and… “and we don’t even know if she’s alive, or good or evil, or if she’s even his daughter. Sometimes the lore gets mixed up over time, and things aren’t usually that accurate.”

Jack tilted his head. “But it says here that she was.”

“Yeah, but that was written by humans.” Sam settled in for a lecture on mythology, which could either go very smoothly or would throw Jack into a mental tailspin. “A lot of the lore we have is based on old stories. A long time ago, they were just told word of mouth. Like… like I’m telling you right now. And to keep people’s interests, storytellers would exaggerate.”

“Exaggerate. A small lie. To make it bigger than it really is.”

Sam made a small agreeing gesture in his direction, not sure if Jack had read the dictionary or if Dean had covered that particular lesson. Probably Dean, exaggerating away all the carbs he was drinking to hide the still-raw grief. “So if every storyteller exaggerates the story a little bit, and then the inflated version gets written down…”

“It might be completely different from the truth?” Jack looked up at Sam, hopeful, and Sam found himself smiling.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

Jack nodded and looked down at the picture again, considering it through this new lens. “But Gabriel is my uncle. That’s not exaggerated. And he does know her, because he told you to find her in a dream.” He looked up at Sam, hopeful. “How hard would it be to find her?”

“Well, I don’t know, and Dean’s scared of her. He doesn’t want us to find her and then it turn out that she’s the bad guy.”

“Why would my uncle be friends with a bad guy?”

Sam really did not want to get into the gray morals that seemed to permeate Gabriel’s pagan lifestyle, and thankfully, he was saved by Dean’s walking in. “Case,” he said pointedly. “Wolf clan. New York.” He looked over at the book, then pointed at the image. “Bad guy,” he said to Jack, like that settled it. “You guys ready to go?”

Jack nodded, hopping up, eager to please Dean. “Yes. I had my bag packed last night. And I didn’t forget extra underwear and socks this time.”

Dean frowned. “Extra? You had extra last time.”

Jack grinned, pleased. “Yes, for myself. But I packed for you both as well. When you wear the same pair of socks every day, it gets-”

“We get it.” Dean rolled his eyes and headed for the car.

Sam, for lack of a better response, patted Jack on the shoulder. “Thanks, bud. What would we do without you?”

“Probably stink,” he said, dead serious, and followed Dean, a spring in his step at being useful to his guardians, like a puppy. A wolf puppy, Sam reminded himself, one that was loyal, but could bite.

A week previous

Fairpoint, New York, was a pleasant little tourist trap in the Adirondacks, somewhere beyond Old Forge. A main road led visitors to a plethora of family owned motels and campgrounds, winding through little shops owned by kindly retired folk or kids in their twenties irritated at being forced to take over the family business. A lake nearby allowed for swimming or sailing, though it was quiet now that the season was beginning to turn. This time of year, the draw was the beautiful shades of red and yellow and gold that graced the ancient trees, and hiking trails winding through the surrounding mountains allowed tourists the opportunity ample opportunities to soak in the autumn aesthetic.

The only issue was the werewolves. Those townsfolk who had lived there for more than a generation knew about them- the clan out in the woods, who feasted on deer and moose and bear and avoided civilization like the plague. That was the original purpose of the village, after all. Keep the werewolves in the wilderness, away from the more human haunts. For a long while, the wolves had been quiet, and only the occasional foray into town for medicine or booze by one of their runners told the old folk that they were still active.

But that had all changed when a child turned up dead.

He was not one of Fairpoint’s- he was branded by the mark of the wolves, a symbol like four claw marks slashing the shoulder, and he was thin and gaunt, buried in a shallow grave that was unearthed by the excessive rains. It would have been ignored by the local cops, who, as a rule, kept only to Fairpoint business, except for the fact that it was a clear murder: his heart had been ripped from his chest cavity. The organ was missing.

It had to be a wolf, because no fox or coyote or bear would simply take the heart and run, and besides, attacks by wild predators were excessively rare, saved generally for foolhardy hunters (real hunters, with deer and stuff- they had no idea about Winchester-type hunters) who got between Mom-bear and cub. The thinness was a problem as well- though many wild populations were thinning, white-tailed deer refused to stop breeding, and their population boom allowed not only food for ticks, but for the wolves as well. Any children glimpsed traipsing through the woods were well-fed, bordering on chubby if not for all the running and playing they did, so a dead child whose ribs were clearly visible?

That was foul play, for sure.

So, it was with a great deal of nerves that Sheriff Harry Baldwin found himself hiking through the woods, sweating despite the autumnal chill, cop car left behind at the deepest hunting cabin he could drive to. His twelve-gauge was slung over his shoulder, heavy now that he had to hike with it, and shot shells clinked in the pockets of his jacket. The gun was only for protection from bears though. He didn’t fear the wolves. His family had been there for ages, and he had the feeling there had been a bit of interbreeding- every time the full moon rolled around, he felt peckish for bloody burgers. It was a craving he didn’t share with anybody, but a very real craving nonetheless, and he liked to imagine the wolf blood in him (even if it was imaginary) made him a better cop.

There was a stitch in his side by the time he heard a howl that clearly came from a human throat and not a coyote, and he leaned against a tree, panting. “Hey,” he called out to the trees, knowing one of the wolves was there, even if he couldn’t see them. “It’s me. Sheriff Baldwin. I need to talk to Alpha Melissa."

A wolf warrior stepped out. She was a pretty girl, curvy with big eyes and an easy smile, wearing a deerskin jacket over a Doctor Who t-shirt and skinny jeans. “Officer Baldwin! Hi! If we knew you were coming, we would have sent a truck out for you. What’s up?” Before he had time to respond, she darted off, and then returned with a bottle of water that she offered out.

He took it gratefully, draining it in a few moments, and then wiped his mouth. “I’m here on business, Charlotte. I need to talk to Melissa.”

Charlotte nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call a ride to town. Seriously, next time you need to come out here, just call one of us.”

A few minutes later, Harry was on the back of an ATV, clinging desperately to the waist of Travis, another wolf warrior who was a few ranks higher than Charlotte. Harry wasn’t exactly sure how the ranking worked here, as the wolves were an independent nation it seemed, yet still had access to ATVs and Poland Spring and, apparently, Doctor Who. Harry never asked. He figured, that was their business and his business was Fairpoint.

The town itself blended into the surrounding forest, log cabins trailing wood smoke into the sky. A group of barefoot kids were playing soccer in a clearing that served as the town square, laughing and occasionally snarling at each other with teeth too long and sharp for a normal child’s mouth. Occasionally, there would be a splash of blood on the hard-packed earthen ground, but that only drew more laughter. Several deer were hanging from a pole, blood dripping into buckets on the ground. Their glassy eyes seemed to watch Harry as he dismounted the ATV, waiting for the warrior to lead him to the pack leader.

“Wait here,” Travis said sharply, and disappeared into the largest of the cabins.

Harry obeyed, but it was with a frown. He had spoken to Melissa many times. She was older, a calm leader, giving off the vibe of a Victorian era queen rather than a werewolf pack leader roughing it in the woods. Never had she kept him waiting. When he became sheriff, she had arrived in Fairpoint for the ceremony herself, congratulating him personally, and after that they had struck up a professional relationship that seemed to border on more than friendly (or at least, so Harry hoped. He may have had a teensy crush on the pack leader).

But never before had he been commanded to wait for an audience.

One of the children was on the ground, crying. Somebody had yanked one of her pigtails too hard, and now a few of the boys were jeering at her. Harry took a step closer to break it up, but then the smallest of the girls snarled as she intervened first, her face twisting, hackles raising, hands twisting and breaking into claws with an audible snapping of bones. The boys raised a laugh at her as well, but then the beast-child leapt forward, throwing the biggest boy to the ground with a thump. He tried to change as well, but she slashed him across the face, and he stayed down.

Harry stood, frozen, watching as the smallest hopped off the largest and walked over to the bullied girl to pull her to her feet. The boy on the ground sat up, the scratches on his face already healing, and snarled at her, but it was weak and small and ignored. The girl was alpha, and both knew it.

“I’m goalie!” she declared, human again, sprinting towards the two sticks that comprised the goal. With that, the fight was forgotten, and the game was back on.

“Sheriff Baldwin?”

Harry turned away from the kids to the familiar voice of Melissa, the pack leader. Middle aged, with a few scars across her face suggesting old triumphs, she exuded the aura of a warrior, despite her torn jeans and sky-blue sweater. Harry always felt a little subpar next to her, aware that maybe he should put in some time at the gym and maybe avoid the pastries Sally Parr, the town administrator, brought in every morning. “Yeah. What’s going on?”

She gave him a thin-lipped smile and gestured for him to come inside. He followed, grateful to get off his aching feet.

“Whiskey?” she asked once he had been seated in front of her desk, which was little more than a homemade table.

He waved it off. “I’m on the clock. I’m here to talk about a murder. A child, about ten, was found a few miles outside of town by a hunter. Poor kid was starving before he died. Heart ripped out of the body. Coroner hasn’t told us whether it was taken out before or after he passed.”

Melissa’s brow creased as she turned back to the desk, a small glass of whiskey in her own hands. That was new. Harry had never seen her touch a drop of alcohol in all the time that he knew her. Although, granted, it was more phone conversations than anything else.

“Shit,” she said, and all hope that she didn’t know about the murder flew from Harry’s mind. He hoped they weren’t going dark. He had no idea what they were supposed to do if the wolves went dark. That was on him, but half of Fairpoint didn’t even know about the wolves, so how would they fight-

Melissa drained the whiskey like it was water. “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” she murmured, gazing at the golden drops clinging to the side of the empty glass. “I prayed that it wouldn’t come to this.”

“Come to what?” Harry leaned forward. “Melissa, if any of your guys did this, you know I can’t protect you. This whole settlement is already illegal. If there’s murder too…”

She stood, slamming fingers that broke and twisted into claws into the wood of the table. Splinters of wood flew to the floor. “They are not my guys. Not anymore.”

“Mel?” He tested out the nickname cautiously. “Something’s going on. Tell me what’s going on so we can prevent anyone else from turning up dead.”

Now her teeth were elongating, and her voice dropped to a growl that resonated within Harry’s chest. “A strange wolf came. He corrupted some of our youth- now they wish to summon him.”

“Him who?” Harry sat back a little, trying to remain calm in the face of the half changed alpha in front of him. “Mel, calm down, okay? We’re friends here. I want to help.”

She glared at him, normal cocoa-brown eyes now feral yellow, and then took a breath. “Him,” she repeated, forcing her voice back to its normal register. “The original Wolf. Fenrir himself.”

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minimoosey · 6 years

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-Tagged by @not-actually-ur-sassygayfriend

You know the drill.

1. First name: Christa. Often misread as Christina or Christy or Christen. Please just use your eyeballs and read it one letter at a time ~

2. Nicknames. Moose, Moosey, Mini. In order from most to least used. They even call me Moose at work sometimes. I’ve had this dumb nickname since I was like 12 and now I feel like I’m in too deep to change it lol ~

3. Height? 5′4″ / 162.5 cm. Average. Sometimes I feel tall, sometimes I feel short. Overall satisfied ~

4. Orientation? Horizontal, usually ;) In seriousness it’s kind of a hard question to answer. To most folks I’d just say ‘straight’ since I’m getting married to a masculine-presenting individual but to get technical for Tumblr I am grey-asexual and my partner is a demiboy ~

5. Nationality. I was born and raised in the USA particularly the state of North Carolina but currently live in the state of Wisconsin. I’d like to move back to NC one day, particularly Asheville which is basically the only livable area there but so much so that I actually really love it ~

6. Favorite fruit? Fruit is good... it’s hard to choose. I suppose if you were to offer me a basket of fruit right now I’d go for the cherry, white grape, or pear first. If we’re talking in drinks or in candy, lemon and lime are my favorite flavors ~

7. Favorite season? Now that I live in a place that is a frozen wasteland for half of the year I’ve come to find my opinion differs based on location. In the north, I prefer Spring. In the south, I prefer Fall. So I suppose it really relates to temperate climate as the Spring up north is similar to the Fall down south ~

8. Favorite flowers? I don’t really know anything about flowers... even if I saw one I really liked I wouldn’t know its name :) Off the top of my head let’s go with Morning Glory ~

9. Favorite scent. I don’t know if I can pick one specific scent. Lavender is a good one I guess. But I am very partial to clean, fresh smells... like, something named ‘ocean breeze’ or ‘summer sunshine’ or whatever ~

10. Favorite color? Purple in all shades. Although I am also a big fan of blue, grey, and recently now that I’m done being stubborn about it, pink ~

11. Favorite animal. Wolves, Lions, and Deer. Don’t make me choose one. When it comes to deer I actually just really love all cervids. I also love most canines. I’m a lot more picky about felines but that’s mostly because I’m allergic to them so I have to distance myself from them to make me less sad about it ~

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: All of the above? I just recently actually started drinking coffee for the first time in my life, guess I really am an adult now :) If I had to choose between the 3 I suppose my top choice would be tea since I enjoy most teas but am picky about my hot chocolate and coffee ~

13. Average sleep hours. Usually 8-10 hours. I try to be in bed at 9 or10 and asleep at 11. I try to get up at 8 so I can be at work by 9 (I have basically no morning routine because I’m lazy.) Of course in reality all of these hours vary because I’m a mess :) It doesn’t help that I have somewhat flexible hours at work ~

14. Dogs or cats. Dogs. Not entirely by choice, I really do love both, but as I said before my cat allergies are just too severe. In a perfect world I’d have both and I’d refuse to choose ~

15. Favorite fictional character. This question is rude... I have way too many favorite characters from various forms of media. In this moment however I am realizing that D.Va from Overwatch has been my likeness on most social media platforms for the past year and a half so I’d be lying to myself to say she’s not my #1 in the world of video games at least ~

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: Two, sometimes three. Also sometimes none when Dubz and Wally steal them all. I am also the queen of the one-leg-out-one-leg-in technique, somehow also with my legs wrapped around a small furry donut in the center ~

17. Dream trip. I would really love to visit India or Japan. Europe in general also high on my list. I’ve never once left the USA... hopefully I’ll be able to soon ~

18. Blog Created: 2013 after being begged by friends to do so. So, wow, it’s been almost 5 years... And I think I’ve only ever had two URL’s and two avatars ~

19. Number of followers: 488 and I’m sure a metric fuck-ton of them are bots! I didn’t start blocking bots until like a year ago. However the few mutuals I do have that are always there liking and reblogging from me are all I could ever ask for ~

20. Random Fact: About me, I’m assuming? Okay. I’ve seen Coheed and Cambria live in concert 10 times. I plan to continue seeing them many more times, because in doing this I have also discovered 3 of my other all-time favorite bands (The Dear Hunter, Circa Survive, and Thank You Scientist) along with several other amazing ones that I listen to on a daily basis ~

And now I will tag 20 people! :) No pressure, just gonna pick the folks whose blogs I enjoy on the daily ~ @fastest-thing @grubsnuggle @kameik0 @mayadile @shelgon @under-it-all @vivapinatawiki @xlittle-bunny-girlx @yadelah @ziv3n @chipscahoy @ilikec47s @epicsloth @songofawesome @spookymooks @dubzdoes @marvelgirl556 @invaderdrey @findingbigdump @lady-bittersweet-kitten

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josephstoontown · 6 years

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Nightmares

A Joseph's ToonTown story.

So, alright. This story here? Half of it was kind of inspired by a rather… not-real-great dream I had, once. I'll just leave it, at that.

Word count: 4,279 – Character count: 24,566 Originally written: January 28th, 2017 Revised on: September 6th, 2017

Everyone has to face their own nightmares to face. These are just some of them.

Fawn Deer, Raw Toonage, and related characters and properties created by and © The Walt Disney Company Lola Bunny, The Looney Tunes Show, and related characters and properties created by and © Warner Bros. Animation Spydor, Captain Simian & The Space Monkeys, and related characters and properties created by Monkeyshine Productions, Inc. and © Hallmark Entertainment

“Fawn…?”

The deer looked up from the counter of Joe’s Diner. She was busying herself, counting the money in the tip jar, but when she saw who’d called her name, she brightly smiled. “Mr. Lithius? Hello! I’m…” Something suddenly struck her as odd. Her smile faded in an instant and she set the jar down, her full attention upon the man at the door. “Are you alright…? You look terrible… Your eyes are really bloodshot and… and… have you been crying?” she said, noticing tear stains in his fur. “I… I had a bad dream, Fawn…” the fox whimpered. “You did?” She gave a blink. “It really must have been awful for you to look so shaken-up… But, why come here, after a bad dream?” “Because…” He gave a hard swallow before murmuring, “It was about you…”

Joseph sat sideways on the lawn chair across from Fawn. Even though the weather was much cooler in November, the deer knew he’d wanted to talk to her in private… and so, leaving Spydor to keep an eye on things, down below, she led him to the roof of Joe’s Diner where they could chat, uninterrupted. She’d expected Joseph’s dream to be bad, given his state… but, what she hadn’t been expecting… was just how bad of a dream it had been.

“There’s… there’s no way you would ever do something so awful, to me,” she quietly reassured the fox. “I’m absolutely sure of it.” “But… but, it felt so real to me, Fawn…” he whimpered, trying to keep himself from crying. “I could feel you squirming… feel your heart beating through your back… I could hear you cry out in fear as I… as I…” “Mr. Lithius…” she cooed as she walked over and sat beside him. He winced a little as she wrapped her arms around his frame… but, it still seemed to calm him, if only just so. “It was just a dream…” she told him in a soft, compassionate voice. “A horrible, terrible dream… but, that’s all it was. It doesn’t mean anything.” “But, what if it does…?” Joseph fearfully asked. “What if… what if I’m just waiting for the right time to… to do that, to you?” Fawn hugged him a little tighter. “You’d never do that. Not in a million years.” “But, Fawn…” The deer sat back as she felt him sit up. She couldn’t help but brush the tears out of his golden eyes and away from his white cheeks as she looked up at him with a smile. “You’re a good person, Mr. Lithius…” she said with confidence. “Good people don’t do things, like that. Plus, you care about me and I care about you. You’d never throw that away just for a night of one-sided ‘romance.’”

The fox hesitated… She sounded like she knew what she was talking about… and, the way she smiled up at him, as she said those words… It just reminded him of what kind of warm and wonderful person she truly was. Maybe that’s why… he had to look away.

“Do you know what just went through my mind just now?” Joseph said with a sniffle. “Something genuine and sweet?” was Fawn’s answer. That made him jolt and perk his ears, again… A moment later, the ears fell back down. “So you know, then…” “I had a feeling…” she said. He gave a twitch as, in the moment that followed, he felt her draw close… and, kiss his wet cheek. “Bad people act on thoughts and impulses, like those, Mr. Lithius… but, you don’t. You don’t… because, you care enough about me to respect my relationship with Bonkers and would never do anything to upset that. And, that’s why I gave you a kiss.” He looked back her way just in time to see her settle back down, one foot on the roof and the other bent leg on the chair. As she continued to look his way, he couldn’t help but think… She really has a beautiful smile… “You’re a warm, wonderful person, Mr. Joseph Lithius,” she continued, “who deserves the best out of life. I’m sorry that I can’t be the one to give it to you… but, I’m flattered that you feel the way you do… and, I’m very honored to have someone, like you, as a close friend.” And, that… seemed to be the breaking point for him.

“It’s okay, Mr. Lithius…” she said as she held the crying fox in her arms. “It’s okay…” “I’m… so… sorry…” he huffed. “I don’t know… why my brain…” “Shhhhh shh-shh…” The deer gave his back a rub as she hushed him. “A-and, I can’t believe… I can’t believe…” She perked a little. “I can’t believe…” Joseph seemed to be calming… but, he also seemed to have something on his mind – something he couldn’t quite get out. She continued to rub his back and keep him in her warm embrace, letting him vent his emotions into her shoulder until he was done.

After several moments of quietly sobbing then a couple more to catch his breath, the fox sat back. Even after all of that, Fawn still wore her beautiful, friendly smile for him, just happy to help out in any way she could. “Fawn?” She perked again. “Hm?” He hesitated, looking to one side. After another moment, Fawn watched as he brought two fingers up to his muzzle, giving them a kiss. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to try and touch them to her lips… but, to her surprise, he ended up touching her cheek, instead.

“Mr. Lithius…?” she asked, wearing a confused look. “I’m a rotten friend…” he said with another huff, keeping his ears folded and gaze averted. “I don’t deserve someone as awesome as you. But…” He looked up, a little, offering the deer a soft smile. “I’m glad to have you in my life.” Fawn reached up and ruffled his bangs, brightly smiling with her eyes closed. “Me, too, Mr. Lithius,” she quietly giggled. “Me, too…”

After grabbing something for the road, Joseph found his way back to his apartment. When he walked inside, however, he was surprised by what he’d found.

“Lola?” The orangey-furred rabbit looked to her right from a seated position on his couch. She offered a welcoming smile as Joseph closed the apartment door behind him. “What are you doing, awake…?” he quietly asked. “Couldn’t sleep without my faaavorite body pillow!” was her simple answer. “Where’d you go, anyway? No, wait, I can see where you went.” She pointed to the bag in his hand. “You went to Eat at Joe’s! Must be some good food, to make you cry! I should’ve come with. I’m pretty hungry… so hungry that I could eat a bull moose!” She paused… “Well, not an actual bull moose… but, maybe, a bull moose made out of bean curd! Boy, wouldn’t it be weird if moose were made of bean curd? They’d be so wobbly and probably trip a lot! It’d be like that time I worked out for too long! I couldn’t move, for hours! Good thing I was really tired, then. But, when I woke up, I was really stiff! But, that’s what happens when you forget to do your cool-down exercises!

“Anyway!” she started, again, as she stood up. “What’d you bring me…?” “I, uh…” The fox gave a blink as Lola took the bag away from him… then, he folded his ears as she gave him a dirty look. “This meatball sub isn’t vegan-friendly, is it?” She gave a mighty sigh before complaining, “Great, now I want a no-meatball sub!” With that, she handed the bag back and stomped over to the couch. “What… are…” the fox asked as he watched her remove her oversized t-shirt and replace it with her purple dress. “Gonna Eat at Joe’s!” she said as she spun back around, fully-dressed. “The craving is strong, in this one! Can I borrow your keys? Thanks!” The fox had no time to reply as she stole his key ring. “Don’t wait up, Jojo! But, if you do? Try and keep it down. Woody’s reeaaal tired and gets reeaaal mad if you wake him.” When she kissed her gloved hand then placed it on his cheek with a playful “chu” noise, he just gave another blink. “‘bye-yeeeee!” And, with that, she ran out the apartment door, leaving the fox standing dumbfounded near the doorway. –––––

“Monsieur!”

Fawn looked up with a start as she heard the diner door violently jingle and clatter. A look across the way revealed the form of an orange-and-tan rabbit girl in a purple dress… holding her foot straight forward. Apparently, she’d kicked the free-swinging door open. But… “Your finest– eep!” The door did not take kindly to being handled so roughly. It was quick to swing back at the rabbit, essentially swatting her away from the diner like she were a fly. “What-the-monkey-lovin’-what… is goin’ on, out there?!” a voice called, from the back. “I think this customer is having a fight with our front door!” Fawn said as she ran around the counter. “And, losing!” “Oh, now this I gotta see.”

She opened the door as her co-worker swung into the room. The two then stared as the rabbit lay face-down with her butt in the air, some distance away from the entrance. “Miss Rabbit…?” Fawn called with a gasp. “Are you–” “What th’ heck happened, anyways?!” the monkey on her head and shoulders interrupted. “Well, Spydor…” the deer responded, “She tried to kick the door in… and, it kicked back.” “Oh. I see.” Spydor tilted his head. “Should… we help ‘er up?” “I’m okaaay!” was her pavement-muffled answer as she raised an arm up. “Ah-hah… Well, I’m goin’ back inta th’ kitchen.” The monkey hopped into the lights and swung his way back behind the counter as he said, “Gimme a ring if ya need me, Fawn.” “Will do…” She looked down at the rabbit, again. “Do… you need some help?” “No, no, this is actually pretty comfy!” was her response. “The cool pavement feels nice, against my warm face.” Even though she hadn’t noticed any sarcasm… or, maybe, because she hadn’t… Fawn gave a grimace, standing awkwardly in the doorway and rubbing her arm. “Well… if you’re sure…” she said before turning around and re-entering the diner.

After a couple of minutes passed, Fawn was once again alerted by the door that they had a customer. It was the rabbit, again. Unlike earlier, however, she’d gently opened the door and calmly walked inside, much to the deer’s relief. “Monsieur!” she called before noticing who was standing behind the counter. “Oh, I mean, Mademoiselle! Your finest no-meatball sub, s’il vous plaît!” “Our what, now…?” Suddenly, Spydor flew out of the back of the eatery, leaping over the counter and landing a few steps away from the rabbit. “Th’ heck you tryin’ t’ order, lady?! ‘No-meatball sub?!’ So, what? Jus’ bread ‘n marinara…?” “Oh! You must be ‘Spider!’” the rabbit said as she looked down with a bright smile. “Jojo’s told me a lot, about you!”

The monkey suspiciously narrowed his eyes, after hearing that. “What’s that s’posed t’ mean? Who’s ‘Jojo?’ An’, fer that matter,” he said as he pointed a finger up at her, “Who th’ flip are you?!” “Who, me? I’m Lola!” she cheerfully said as she extended her hand to the monkey. “Pleased to finally meet you!” Spydor’s eyes narrowed even further, at that… “Wait… You’re Lola?” Both Lola and Spydor looked over at Fawn as she spoke up. She was brightly smiling from behind the counter as the former. “I thought I’d recognized you, from somewhere!” she cheerfully said. “You’re the famous ‘Miss Lola Bunny’ from that movie, ‘Space Jam,’ aren’t you?” “Close, but no cigar! I’m Lola Bunny from The Looney Tunes Show, Miss…” She paused, focusing on something Fawn was wearing. “I can’t… read your– hold on.” Lola took about two steps before stumbling right over Spydor, causing her to hit the ground with a whump and causing him to screech and scurry around in a panic. He eventually jumped into the lights, again, hanging by his tail and glaring daggers at the downed rabbit.

“What’s th’ big, monkey-lovin’ idea, ya stupid, clumsy–?!” “Spydor!” He winced from his hanging position before looking over at Fawn. She was glaring up at him with narrowed eyes. “I’m sure it was just an accident! Isn’t that right, Miss Bunny?” “Not my fault!” Lola said as she picked herself up. “Didn’t see him! He’s just so tiny!” “‘Tiny?!’” raged the small monkey. “Why, I oughta…! You tryin’ fer a fat lip t’ match that fat head’a yers, lady?!” “Spydor!” “My head’s not fat,” the rabbit said as she left around her face. “Is it…?!” “Yer darn right it is, ya–” “Spy… dor!” “Bu– but…” Lola turned around, deeply frowning up at the monkey. “I take such good care of myself! I eat right, I count my carbs, I exercise all the time! It’s like I was telling Jojo, just now… this one time, I exercised so much that I ended up sleeping on the floor!” “Oh, dear…” Fawn said as she turned her attention to the bunny. “That doesn’t sound very healthy…” “Funny enough, it was the best night’s sleep I’d had in forever!” she said as she looked at Fawn. “But, I was so stiff, the next morning… I could barely even move! Luckily, I didn’t have to be anywhere, that day, so I just set my iPod on Shuffle and vegged out! Going to pee was an problem, though… Oh! That reminds me, I’ll take a salad with that no-meatball sub, please!”

“No-meatball sub?!” Spydor screamed a second time. “What are you even– How do you– that doesn’t make a lick’a… a-ga-fhg– jeh-buh-ghk–!!” “Mr. Spider, are you okay?” Lola innocent asked as she looked up to him. “You’re foaming… Do you have rabies?!” She hopped back from the monkey as he wiped his mouth with a growl. “S-stay back! I haven’t had my rabies shot, this year!”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to get those, annually…” Fawn commented. “Oooooh…” the rabbit said with a thoughtful look. “That’s probably why I haven’t had one! Hey, Mr. Spider!” Lola gave a blink as she looked up at the monkey hanging from the ceiling. He looked like he was having an aneurysm, with the way he was twitching and trembling. “Maybe you should get a rabies shot! If you have rabies, I mean… or, even if you don’t! You can never be too safe!” The noise he made as he tried to respond was an odd one. After failing to speak, however, he just gave a short, labored sigh and scurried toward the front door from the ceiling. “I’ll be on th’ roof,” he spat. “I can’t deal with dis dame…” “But, aren’t you the cook?” she asked as he vanished through the swinging door. She immediately turned toward Fawn with her gloved hands pressed together just in front of her jaw, her face showing a worried expression. “Now who’s going to make my no-meatball sub and salad…?” she asked. “I could make it,” the deer offered. “Really?!” Lola’s face lit up as Fawn gave a nod. “Only…” The rabbit gave a blink. “I’m not exactly sure what you were trying to order…” She gave another blink, upon hearing that.

“A no-meatball sub!” she explained. “It’s like a meatball sub… but with ‘no-meatballs!’” “So… marinara sauce and cheese on a baguette?” “No! Actually, wait… when you say it like that, that sounds really good.” Lola pointed to the deer. “Can I get that, instead?” “Isn’t that what you were trying to order, in the first place?” “Was I?” The rabbit took a moment to think about the question. “You said you wanted a ‘no meatball sub;’ a submarine sandwich without meatballs.” “Oh, no-no-no-no!” she said, shaking her head and waving her hands at the waitress. “What I wanted was a no-meatball sub!” “Right.” Fawn gestured with one hand. “A meatball sub without meatballs.” “Yes! No! Wait– I’m confused…” The deer scratched her head, looking at her customer and feeling much the same way.

“Can you, maybe… just describe what it is that you’re trying to order?” she offered. “Be as detailed as possible.” “Maybe I should just make it, myself…” Lola suggested as she hopped up on a nearby stool before vaulting the counter. “You guys clearly have no idea of what I want!” “Um… Miss!” Fawn called as she followed the rabbit into the kitchen. “Miss, customers… generally aren’t allowed back there!” “I’m not a customer… yet!” she said, opening a nearby fridge. “I’m a connoisseur! Now! Where do you keep the fresh lentils…? I’ll need about a cup of them! Put some water on to boil, would you, please? These beans aren’t going to cook themselves! Oh, but what if they did?” Lola turned around, a thoughtful look on her face as she stared at the deer. “Can you imagine? Self-cooking beans! I should invent that! I’d make a ton of money!! But, that can wait for another day! Right now, let’s find those normal beans!”

The rabbit’s search for lentils quickly turned the kitchen of Joe’s Diner into quite the mess. Containers of dried goods were knocked over, pots and pans were strewn about, and even the fridge and freezer had become disorganized. In the end, though, Lola had to end up settling on something much less fresh.

“I guess this can of store-brand pinto beans will have to do…” Lola said as she stared at the can in her hand. “Now, all I need is some garlic and onion… and, a mixer. I think I saw one over there, a minute ago!” “Miss Bunny, stop!” The rabbit jolted at the raised voice. When she turned to look, she noticed Fawn standing nearby… but, she looked kind of different. Her apron and hat looked disheveled, her dress was wrinkled, her hair was slightly messy, and, above all… she looked pretty angry. “Oooooh, you look like you could use a beauty day, at the spa!” was Lola’s immediate response. “Want me to make an appointment at the one in Burbank? I know a guy!” “What I want is for you to stop messing up our kitchen and get out!” Lola scoffed, in response to that. “Well! Rude! See if I ever recommend this place, to my friends!” And, much to Fawn’s relief, Lola left the kitchen. As she began to undo the mess the rabbit had made of things, however, she heard her come back in.

“Say, can I have these beans?” she politely asked. “You’re not using them, right?” “Out!” was all Fawn cared to say. “You’re not out of beans!” Lola said as she walked over to a nearby cabinet. “See?” As she opened the door, however, the entire thing fell and crashed onto a nearby counter. “Oooooh… sss…” She clenched her free hand under her chin again, giving a sheepish look. She then pointed at the broken cabinet as she said, “You should get that fixed.” Fawn just stood there with a broom in her hands, giving the rabbit a death-glare. “Riiight… I’ll just be going, then.” The bunny casually walked back to the swinging kitchen door. Before exiting, however, she turned back and cheerfully said, “Thanks for the beans! ‘bye-yeeeee!” As the door’s bell jingled, signaling Lola’s departure, Fawn fell to her knees, covered her face, inhaled… and…

“Fawny…?” Spydor swung in through the back door after hearing the girl scream into her hands. “What in th’– holey-moly!!” He dropped to the floor as he looked around. “What in th’ flippin’ heck happened back here?! An’, why ya sittin’ on th’ floor? Jus’ what all’d I miss…?” Fawn got back to her feet and stomped over to Spydor, shoving the broom into his hands. “You deal with this mess!” she angrily shouted. “Now, I need some ‘roof time!’” And, just like that, Spydor was left in the ruined kitchen, confused… and, worried.

“Man, oh, man,” he said as he started to clean up, “that rabbit dame must’a done a number on poor Fawn… I ain’t never seen ‘er look so mad! Then again, can’t say as I blame ‘er. That bunny is bonkers!” “What about my boyfriend…?” Spydor looked toward the rear entrance. Fawn had come back in, for some reason… “Naw-naw-naw, Fawny… I was jus’ sayin’, that rabbit gal is crazy-in-th’-coconut!” “That’s putting it mildly…” she muttered. “Also, I’m sorry I raised my voice to you, just now. I just…” “Yeeaaah… can’t say as I’ve ever seen ya lose ya cool wid a customer, before,” he commented. “She must’a just up ‘n blasted yer patience!” “Well…” Fawn said as she started picking up spilled cans, “she decimated the kitchen, looking for fresh lentils…” “She did this?” He gave a blink. “Wait, len’ils?” “Yeah. I tried to tell her we don’t have any, but…” “Did she look inna upper half’a th’ fridge?” he asked. “What?” Rather than answer Fawn with words, he hopped up on a nearby counter and pulled open the top half of the fridge. She gave a blank stare as he withdrew a large bag of what appeared to be fat, disc-like pea pods. The deer looked over at Spydor as he shook it toward her. “Len’ils, fresh from m’ own garden!” he said. “We usually don’t serve ‘em t’ customers, but– ah, Fawny? Why ya laughin’? What’s th’ gag? Fawny…?” But, she was off in her own little world, again, collapsed on her knees looking completely out-of-it, as she laughed. Clearly, she’d hit her limit of nonsense, for the night. –––––

“I’m baaack!”

Lola announced her presence – quietly but excitedly – as she walked through the unlocked door to Apartment 3C. She was holding a small grocery bag of items and wore a bright smile on her face as she closed the door before walking to the kitchenette.

“Apparently, not everyone can Eat at Joe’s! Can you believe they wouldn’t make my no-meatball sub? They didn’t even know what it was! And they call themselves a diner! Oh, well… it’s not a total loss!” The rabbit placed a can of beans on the kitchen counter, then started unloading the other items from the bag. “I got a can of pinto beans… plus, I stopped by that 24-hour Walmart over in the Warner District and got some other things! If you’re still hungry, I can whip up some of my no-meatball subs for us in no time! Even Woody couldn’t complain about oven-baked, well-seasoned no-meatballs delicately placed on top of finely-cut, day-old French bread, drenched in spicy, delicious marinara! Très bien! Ne seriez-vous pas d’accord, Monsieur Renard?”

Lola smiled as she waited for a response. “Monsieur Renard?” she called again. “Salut? Êtes-vous là?” She then realized… “Oh! Was I speaking French, this whole time? No wonder you didn’t reply! You probably didn’t know what I was saying! Well, let me start again…” The bunny headed out of the kitchenette, rounding the corner and taking long strides. “I said, ‘Very good! Wouldn’t you say, Mr. Fox?’” Once again, there was no response. As she drew closer to the living room, however, it didn’t take her long to find out why… Joseph was sprawled out on the couch, his blanket a bit askew and one leg hanging off the cushions. His eyes were closed and he still had his glasses and clothes on. Given his long, slow draws of breath and relaxed pose, Lola concluded… “Oh. He must have fallen asleep, waiting for me…” She gave a light smirk… “When I said ‘don’t wait up,’ I didn’t think he’d take it so seriously!”

Bearing that in mind, she walked back over to the kitchenette and turned off the light. She then walked back to the couch and carefully removed the blanket from her friend before snuggling up against him, not even bothering to change back out of her own dress. She wasn’t particularly tired, by that point… but, snuggling up all warm-and-cozy with her friend seemed like a good way to relax, after her impromptu trip to Joe’s. Plus, she was a little chilly, from the night air, besides.

“Dormez bien, petit renard d’or,” she whispered as she pulled one of his arms around her body and settled in. “Demain apporte de délicieux sous-sandwichs, mais pour l’instant, ils doivent rester un rêve dans votre petit tête de fourrure.” With a soft kiss to his cheek, she added, “Bonne nuit,” before settling in for some rest. –––––

“Say, did you hear about the crazy customer we had, last night?”

Joseph’s ears perked. He’d been washing some dishes at Joe’s Diner when his boss, Minerva, had called back through the order window. “Crazy customer, ya say?” replied the voice of his co-worker and friend, Woody. “Yeah. From what Mona heard from Fawn and Spydor, Some crazy lady came in, last night, just after 2 AM. She kicked open the front door, tried to order something nonsensical, then started smashing-up the kitchen, looking for beans, of all things!” “Is that why our canned goods cupboard is missing?” the woodpecker asked. “I guess so…” “Great…” He scowled as he flipped a couple of hamburger patties on the nearby stove. “Well, if she comes back, on our watch, we’ll just run her right back out! Ain’t that right, Joe?”

As Woody gave his trademark laugh, all Joseph could do was stand by the sink… stiff as stone and frozen on-the-spot. He knew exactly who Minerva was talking about…

Gods… damn… that… rabbit.

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