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Would you offer your throat to the wolf?
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Drew McIntyre/CM Punk
Characters: CM Punk, Drew McIntyre
Chapters: 1/2
Words: 6,157
Tags and warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Hunter/prey AU, Hunted for sport, Predator/prey, Predator!Drew, Prey!Punk, Abduction, Blood and torture, Hurt no comfort, Obsessive behaviour (tags will be updated when needed)
Summary: 'So here's how this is going to go; you start running like hell, I'll give you, what? An hour? Hour and a half? To get as far away from me as possible. Then... when you're time is up...'
He lifted the rifle up, peering through the scope to capture his bedraggled prisoner in his crosshairs.
Admiring the whites of his panicked eyes when he mimicked the sound of gunfire under his breath.
#Thlayli-writes#Thlayli-art#hunter/prey au#cm punk#drew mcintyre#punkintyre#wrestling fanfiction#wrestling fanart#wwe fan fiction#wwe fan art#drawing scenes from my fanfictions
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Do you have an idea of why Adams always wrote Bigwig’s name…untranslated for lack of a better word among the Efrafrans?
I don't know for sure why because I haven't read anything about Adams' explanations for why he did anything,* but I have always thought it was to mark that he was being a different rabbit then. My wife is upstairs sleeping and my copy is by the bedside, so I can't go grab it, but I'm fairly certain that the NARRATION continues to say Bigwig, but the Efrafans themselves are the ones who call him Thlayli. I'd have to check on this though.
So, to me, it was a way of showing that he was pretending to be a different rabbit, of sorts. I don't have any factual backing for that, but I know, for example, I think of Haruka and Uranus or Lena and Tracer as being not quite different PEOPLE, but different aspects of themselves** so I think maybe it was Adam's way of making that same kind of internal division visible on the page.
*and have no fucking intention of starting! I fucking LOVE this book, and I am perfectly satisfied with my reading of it, and I don't...like, I guess, when authors explain their work. Some people do and that's fine, but I feel like everything you need to tell me should be in the work.
**To the point that five years ago I made a decision to do narrative as "Tracer/Pharah/Etc" and I now deeply deeply regret it as I, when I'm just writing offhandedly, use "Fareeha walked into the kitchen/Lena grabbed a cookie off the table/etc" and then have to go back and change it because I THINK of them as their names, now. Exception being when I am straight-up writing a fight or military action. Tracer and Pharah are ideas, icons, legends, but they aren't PEOPLE, in my mind.
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for the fic title ask, 'for my friend stopped running today' perhaps?
Sometimes I like not to go for the low-hanging fruit, but with a prompt like this, it would be criminal not to write about the rabbits I love so much, so--
Title: for my friend stopped running today.
Fandom: Watership Down.
Pairing: No romantic pairings; Fiver; Hazel; Bigwig/Thlayli; Hyzenthlay; Vilthuril; Blackberry; Holly.
Tags: Major character death; post-canon; character study.
Summary:
Life passes sweetly on the down. And when it is time, the Black Rabbit takes them, one by one. They leave in their sleep, mostly.
Hyzenthlay sleeps in the summer grass outside one afternoon, free to run under the sky forever.
Bigwig, grey-whiskered and stubborn, sleeps in the honeycomb, waiting for a chief’s command that will never come.
Even Hazel leaves in the end, sleeping peacefully, on to some great destiny.
But Fiver is left behind. Fiver, who no-one but Hazel thought would live past his first summer, lives, and lives, and lives, and his friends are soon gone without him and the Black Rabbit still hasn’t come.
He wonders if he’s been forgotten.
Send me a fanfiction title and I’ll tell you what story I’d write for it!
#fic title meme#watership down#thank you for sending this in! it really appeals to me as a writer who likes making people very happy and very sad at the same time#unfortunately i'm not well this week so i'm not sure if i'll get around to the many of these in my ask box.#but i'll try to get some answers out! i've wanted to for a while and ironically being sick has given me the time to do some things
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41 & 59!
41. Are there any books you feel have shaped you as a writer?
So many. When I was 13, I read Tolkien and knew how to do setting descriptions (and then promptly grew out of the skill). I read Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett when I was 15 and figured out that I liked books that made me laugh, and that books could be funny and also deeply emotional and meaningful at the same time. I read Diana Wynne Jones and Neil Gaiman and tried to take their elegant delicacy. I read Sanderson and said “That’s neat but I don’t think I want to write magic systems like that.” I read Scott Lynch and went, “Wait, I’m allowed to write women like that? Cool, badass, ferociously competent, AMBITIOUS women???? I’m allowed to SWEAR LIKE THAT?” I read KJ Parker and went, “Ohhhhh, economics and international politics and failed diplomacy are actually amazingly cool when you put it like that. And war, and blacksmithing, and -- god, practical details are fantastic.”
59... there is no 59 D: TRY AGAIN????? (I’ve already answered 49)
(Writing meme! Send me some plz! I’m bored and procrastinating!)
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🍓 for your choice of 2 charr?
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🍓my huntress ilithyia lived among an ogre kraal for years before she started living closeby to/selling goods at the black citadel. she probably speaks the ogre language pretty well at this point and learned most everything she knows about hunting/tracking/building tools and the like from them. eventually she rears a raptor mount herself named Zarko!
🍓this is more of a general fact, but a Lot of my charr have some association one way or another to each other, blood or otherwise. sebo and tacita are cousins, tychon's mother and tacita's mother were in the same warband, tychon's a cousin to hazel/thlayli/thane, kleos is estranged from his son/his niece and nephews, etc etc etc. besides that whole tree, callus is ilithyia's brother-in-law and amica is her long lost daughter. LOTSA SHIT I STILL GOTTA WRITE DOWN IN TOYHOUSE BASCIALLY....
#asks#ty!#ilithyia suntail#tacita hiddenblade#sebo echoknell#tychon pathmaker#kleos the errant#hazel steelcrasher#thlayli crookedtail#thane keeneye#callus seargaze#amica eddasdottir
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part 2 of Watership Down thoughts.... a lot longer than part 1, oops.
BLACKAVAR, oh my gosh, Blackavar is also my favourite and I love him a lot ;____; (this is also a lot of what I mean w/ the Efrafans behaving like humans - the specific punishment given to him is very much a calculated thing to make an example, and a wound that even once healed is never going to look normal and unmarked. it doesn’t seem like the sort of thing most other rabbits would come up with, since they tend to be so much more concerned with what’s right in front of them.)
the part where Hyzenthlay is also a prophet like Fiver! I’d completely forgotten that angle as well; it’s very cool.
re: my earlier note about the purpose of Efrafa’s social structure - it’s interesting; the line about preventing the white blindness is what Holly brings back to tell the rest of the warren, but then when we get the bit of Woundwort’s POV, that seems like only a latecoming portion of the rationale for all of it? I wonder if that’s an intentional discrepancy to point out, maybe what the lower-ranking members of the warren are told and believe, versus Woundwort’s actual power-centric motivations? but it explains why I’d forgotten the former bit, in any case.
BLACKAVAR FEELS 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO or: oh my god, the bit where he follows Hazel under the bridge just because he figured well, it was an order? and then went to go find the others anyway even though he was exhausted???? the part where he tries to convince the group to continue on because it’s fox country out of nothing but general patrol intuition, gets voted down, and then up and forgets he made the suggestion bc that’s how you do things under Totalitarian Hell Warren, even though he’s later proved right??!?! I love him and I love the insight into Efrafan culture, and everything. also when we find out that he and the Efrafans in general have A DIFFERENT ACCENT? how is this fellow so precious. how.
This Fucking Passage, omg - ““Probably he really has. But whether or not, you’d never get him to admit that he warned you or to listen while you told him he’d been right. He could no more do that than pass hraka underground.” // “But you’re an Efrafan. Do you think like that, too?” // “I’m a doe,” said Hyzenthlay.”
this occurred to me several times beforehand, but I kept forgetting to include it - everything takes such a short period of time, by human standards! there’s barely a day or two between every major event that happens; I think in total the novel can’t cover more than a month of time, and that’s on the far side? it’s such a weird position to occupy, because you naturally want to stretch the events out to a longer timescale that better “matches” the intuitive/emotional sense portrayed (and allows for all these injuries to heal, holy shit?), but in the context of a rabbit’s lifetime, the way they experience just a few days feels very different from how we think of just a few days.
this is just a hypothesis, but - I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on between the switching between Lapine and English translations, w/ names especially, and - I think it essentially works in the same way as how/why I switch between standard Sindarin names in narration, and Quenya in dialogue, when writing Silm material?? which is very cool. something something old English dudes who like plants and language...
Bigwig getting bad language past the radar and literally saying “eat shit, stinklord” XD fucking iconic. (also frequently quoted, as I recall, by all of us ten year olds reading the book for class who were delighted by any and all ways of insulting people in words the adults around wouldn’t understand.)
it’s honestly fascinating just how many different non-rabbit animals the main characters end up establishing alliances with or otherwise using to their advantage in their conflict with Efrafa? Kehaar, the fox, the mouse, the dog? most of them due to Hazel’s instincts and strategising, too, aside from the fox, which is pretty cool as an even further extension of his main strength as a Chief Rabbit, knowing his people and their particular gifts and trusting them to use them. and beyond that - this idea that the Efrafans, who aggressively suppress their natural instincts as rabbits, despite being very skilled at perception and analysis of their surroundings, end up repeatedly at the short end of the stick in interactions with all sorts of other parts of nature? I dunno; there’s no exact dividing line “this group acts rabbit-like and this group doesn’t” to try and force on the dynamics here, and I’m really quite glad of that and think it makes for a much better story than the alternative, but. it definitely feels like some manner of emergent theme, for sure.
there’s something that just hits fucking deep about the passage: ““My Chief Rabbit has told me to defend this run and until he says otherwise I shall stay here.” // It had never occurred to Woundwort or any of his officers that Thayli was not the Chief Rabbit of his warren.... And if he was not the Chief Rabbit, then somewhere close by there must be another, stronger rabbit who was. A stronger rabbit than Thlayli.” -- especially in context with Woundwort’s meeting/failed parlay with Hazel earlier. like damn.
FUCK YEAH SCARY FIVER!!! “I am sorry for you with all my heart... Believe me, I am sorry for your death.”
“Come back, you fools! Dogs aren’t dangerous!”
god the last like, three chapters of this book have the most metal goddamn quotes ever
Vilthuril telling an embellished version of the first quarter of the book as a story of El-ahrairah’s people to her kids??!! I love that as a worldbuilding detail so much, oh my gosh. (also uhhhh, telling that the snare warren is rewritten in as “the rabbits of Prince Rainbow”, lmao. Prince Rainbow is an asshole XD)
aaaand that’s all! what a good ending. what a good book.
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Roseluck and the Seer [Fiver/OC] [Bigwig&Sister!OC] [Combination of Iterations]
So I know I do not need to start yet another story, but here we are. I couldn't get this idea out of my head ever since stumbling upon the 2018 Watership Down Netflix miniseries and then reading the book.
I fell in love with the story and hope you all bare with me and maybe even enjoy this little adventure.
For those who have both seen the miniseries and read the books, I will be combining those two iterations. So Pipkin will be there, but Bluebell will be there, too, and so on.
Bigwig is gonna be a challenge to write with a little sister, but I shall do my best to combine the miniseries and book versions and make something I think will work out.
Real quick; yes I am aware of the My Little Pony character named Roseluck. I didn’t mean to name her after that character but my OC has nothing to do with that character. My OC simply had reddish fur so I figured naming her after a rose was a good idea. I hope y’all don’t mind!
Anyway, enough stalling. I hope you enjoy!
God Bless and Good Day!
~The Lupine Sojourner
(Made this with Adobe Spark, if anyone was curious. Also, Roseluck’s fur is supposed to be a little redder with brown patches but I couldn’t find a good picture, so we’re rolling with it lol)
"You really think you can do this?"
I halt, the excitement in me aching to be released in a good run. "Yes, Bigwig, now come on! We'll be here all day at this rate!"
We'd been through this discussion so many times the last few days, I was growing irritated that he didn't trust me.
"It's just...you're hardly a yearling yet, Rose. You've still got growing to do."
"I know that, but I can't keep watching you prance off to patrols or farm raids forever. You've been showing me how to fight and patrol and other things. I want to see what I can do!" I reply, hopping a pace or two eagerly toward the path I'd always seen but never been down til now.
"I promised Frith and our parents I'd keep you safe." Bigwig counters, taking a softer tone than normal. "I just don't want to break that promise."
"You're not breaking any promise. You're not forcing me down that path. I'm choosing to go down."
Bigwig finally lets out a long sigh and hops over to me.
"Fine. Just stick close to me and what I say goes, right?" His tone was cross, but not angry yet.
I didn't want to upset him just as we're getting started on our adventure.
"Right." I agree meekly like I had numerous times before. "So let's get going before Frith-down!"
Bigwig laughs. "Calm down, Rose! It's hardly past morning silflay yet. But you're right; we should go. Plenty to be done today."
Ordinarily, Bigwig was a tough, no-nonsense rabbit who barked orders and enjoyed life in the Owsla. But when we were alone, it was almost like it was before he became an Owsla member, when we were outskirters hoping for more in life.
So I smile and enjoy the change as I hop beside my brother.
We wander down toward the river we normally get water at. I hadn't been to this area before and take a moment to sniff the air, clear and clean with the scents of the various vegetation in the area, not to mention the smell of Bigwig and myself, and a few other spots with day-or-more old rabbit scent.
Bigwig's head nudges my side and I begin hopping again. "Can't stop here, Rose. We swim across and skirt the field. C'mon!" He leads the way without another word and we end up looking out across a large open field, swaying in a small breeze.
Nature was so beautiful in springtime!
"If you're done enjoying the view like we're out for a casual hop, we can keep moving." Bigwig grumbles, nudging me again. "We need to be at the farm by ni-Frith, and it's a long way to get there."
I shake myself. "I'm sorry, Thlayli. I just can't help it! It's all so beautiful!"
Bigwig chuckles and shakes his head. "You get used to it, sis."
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"What by Frith is this?" I ask breathily, staring in awe at the strange sight before me.
It's like a river, if the river were black and almost perfectly still, not flowing. There were strange, unbroken yellow lines going down the middle of this...whatever it is.
It smelled unnatural, like nothing I'd ever smelled before.
"It's a road, thick-ears." Bigwig replies good-naturedly.
"This is a road?" I ask incredulously. Bigwig had told me all about what he sees on his trips, be it patrol or raids to get flayrah. He'd talked about the black man-thing the hrududil run along, but I never thought this is what a road looked like.
"Yes, so let's get across it before a hrududu comes." Bigwig orders and I follow his lead, looking back again at the strange black thing before catching up to my brother.
"Are hrududil dangerous, Bigwig?" I ask curiously.
"Not in the day. At night they have these strange lights that make you go tharn if you look at them, then you get crushed beneath it."
I shudder at the thought and don't look back at the road.
So soon, it seems, since we left Sandleford, but all the things I was learning! It's incredible!
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"Oi! Rose! Get back here!" Bigwig calls, and something in his tone has me hurrying to his side, just now noticing how far I was from Bigwig, and the change in the scents around me, warning of danger...but what it was, I didn't know.
"What is it?" I ask softly as Bigwig's eyes flick about and his nose twitches. His ears twitch occasionally, too, and I find myself following his lead, straining to hear, smell, or see any sign of the danger, whatever it is.
"Homba."
I pale. "What do we do?" I whisper.
"Stay calm or you'll go tharn and definitely die." Bigwig instructs, glancing around and still smelling the air. "It's a way off yet. We'll keep watch, but I think we're safe for the moment. Let's go quick and get far away before it catches our scent."
Heart hammering, I race after Bigwig as he leads us toward some end I couldn't see.
Finally, he stops at the crest of a hill and stands there panting, eyes scanning for any sign that our hasty retreat had alerted the fox.
When I'd caught my breath and my bearings a little, I sniff the air and try to find that strange scent. Nothing.
"Not bad, Rose." Bigwig muses, still breathing heavily. "Not everyone could keep up with me like that."
I smirk. "I've been running after you our entire lives, Thayli." I point out and he briefly rubs my cheek with his.
"And I've loved every moment." He says, voice and manner softer now we were well and truly alone. "Now, let's get some flayrah!" I grin and follow my brother's lead.
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Carrying the food back from the farm took longer than we thought, but Bigwig led us down different paths and we never smelled or saw elil of any kind and made it back in time for evening silflay.
The Threarah thanked us as we delivered the lettuce to his burrow, where the other members of the Owsla would come to enjoy the privileges of their rank.
Bigwig always kept some flayrah or other reserved vegetation aside for me but pretended otherwise when anyone questioned it.
I ate quickly and, after saying goodbye, went about wandering, pausing to greet the few rabbits I knew.
It's then I noticed an outskirter, appearing worried as he called out. A few paces more and I'd gotten within hearing of him.
"Fiver!" He keeps calling it over and over. Curious despite myself, I hop after him.
He made his way toward the outskirter burrows, still calling for who- -or what- -ever Fiver is.
"Excuse me, but who's Fiver?" I ask.
"My, er, my little brother." The rabbit answers absently, eyes scanning around. "Drat him, where is he this time?" The rabbit seemed about my age, so I smile at him as we go past the burrows and back toward the main area, where most rabbits were at silflay.
"Wander often, does he?" I ask wryly.
The rabbit stops, sighs, and politely turns to talk to me.
"Listen, I really would love to talk, but I have to find my brother." I nod, hopping after him as he resumes his search.
"Then I may as well help. By the way, what's your name?"
"Hazel." The rabbit replies. "Who might you be, if I may ask?"
I grin. "You may. Name's Roseluck."
"Aren't you the doe that's all but officially in the Owsla?" Hazel asks, a twinge of jealousy in his tone. All bucks at this age want to join the Owsla, eager for adventure and thrill. To hear that a doe, much less a young one like me, was practically a member of the Owsla (according to rumors at least; in reality, the officers simply didn't feel like angering Bigwig should they protest him taking care of me), must sting.
"Oh, please. That is not quite true. I just follow my brother, Bigwig, around."
"Bigwig?" Hazel asks incredulously. "Frith above, he'll not be pleased you're here with me."
"Not if I don't tell him." I say, smiling cheekily at my new friend and hopping ahead.
"Knowing him, he'll find out." Hazel grumbles.
"Oh, he's not so bad. Besides, like I said, I won't rat you out. Relax."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
"Not at all, Hazel." I assure him, smiling. "Now, does Fiver look like you? Or does he look different?" I ask curiously, eyes scanning the rabbits around.
On account of my redder fur with brown patches (inherited from our mother) and different colored eyes (the right is brown, and the left is as green as a new leaf), Bigwig and I didn't look much alike.
"Oh, er, I suppose he looks like me, but smaller." Hazel replies, eyes scanning the rabbits around us as well.
"Is he that much younger than you, or..?"
"He's just a bit smaller, that's all." Replies Hazel shortly.
"Alright then, I'm looking for a smaller version of you." I reply placatingly, then stop for a moment. "Might there be a place he normally goes when he wanders off?" I ask, to get his mind off his irritation (a tactic I used a lot with Bigwig).
"Not really. He just...wanders." Hazel replies, sighing.
I nod, thinking it over.
When I wanted to be alone, I could usually be found on top of the hill overlooking the large space in front of the main burrows, so I could see nearly everyone who was out to silflay and socialize at the time.
When I suggest this to Hazel, he sighs and nods. "May as well check there. This is one other place, but its down the hill a good ways, and I don't think he's gone that far."
"Do this often, chasing after your brother?"
Hazel smiles fondly and nods. "Ever since we could walk."
I smile warmly at the thought and glance up the hill as we approach.
I can't see any rabbit up there, but who knows?
When we get there, there is indeed a rabbit sitting there almost as if he were a sentry, his small frame illuminated by the setting sun. Hazel wasn't kidding; he really was small.
"Fiver, please tell me you've had something to eat." Hazel calls as a greeting.
"Grass and some clover, Hazel. I'm fine." The rabbit replies, eyes still scanning the horizon as if to spot something.
"You must be Fiver, then?" I ask, coming forward myself. Startled by an unknown voice, the rabbit whirls, nearly falling down the hill in the process.
"Y-yes. I...I'm sorry, who are you?" He asks.
"I'm Roseluck." I sniff Fiver and get a good look at him like most rabbits do when meeting.
Hazel seems to remember he didn't perform this ritual upon our meeting and I can see his nose twitching.
I then turn back to Fiver. He was indeed a smaller rabbit, rather handsome like his brother, but with something...I can't quite place about him. He seemed different somehow, but it wasn't anything in his scent. It was in the way he carried himself, but perhaps I was mistaken.
In any event, he had two different colored eyes like me. His right was blue and his left was the light brown of the dirt. He was quite an interesting rabbit, I could tell.
"I didn't have anything else to do so I helped Hazel look for you." I add.
"She's Bigwig's sister." Hazel murmurs.
"Oh. I see. Shouldn't you be down silflaying with him, then?" Fiver asks.
I shrug. "I'm not hungry now. Rather talk to you."
"Hmm, I see. Well, I won't stop you." Fiver says, a small smile on his face. "You seem rather nice, as opposed...nevermind." He changes his mind about saying his thought aloud but I could read it anyway. Everyone always said the same thing.
"It's alright. I know my brother isn't the easiest rabbit to get along with, but with me, he's practically a hutch rabbit sometimes." I tease, laughing at my brother's expense. Bigwig had a reputation as a hardened Owsla member. Hazel and Fiver knew I was teasing. "It's true in some ways. He can be a softie when it comes to me. I mean...I finally got him to take me out on a farm raid today!"
Hazel's eyes go wide. "Really?"
I nod.
"Yup!" I grin. "Bigwig's been teaching me so much! I never imagined- -" I catch myself, remembering that most rabbits don't like it when I ramble...or, at least, that's what Bigwig told me. "I mean, it was fun." I surmise, straight to the point.
Fiver surprisingly scoots in a bit closer, smiling a bit at me. "I'd like to hear about it. I've never been far outside Sandleford."
That sent a shiver up my spine. No one had ever asked me to go on about something. Most of the time rabbits were asking me to stop talking once I was rambling on.
"A-are you sure?" I ask, tilting my head.
"Of course." Fiver says, settling into a bit more comfortable position to listen. "Hazel, if you'd like to go, I'll meet you at our burrow in a little while. I'm thinking it'd be a good idea to listen to Roseluck." The way he said it made it seem as though he took more notice of his feelings, and generally acted on said feelings.
Hazel seemed to accept this. "I would stay, too, Roseluck, but I'm feeling tired. If you're sure you want to stay, Hrairoo, I won't stop you." He says and nuzzles Fiver's forehead with his, then slowly leaves.
"So, what did you see out there?" Fiver asks.
"Here, why don't we compromise?" I ask, unsure about how to handle this strange situation. "I'll talk while we head back for your burrow. That way, Hazel isn't worrying about you and I can still talk a bit." Fiver chuckles.
"Let's get started, then."
In the end, it wasn't as far as I thought to the burrow, and I had hardly got past the description of the woods when we neared the outskirter burrows and was just about to describe the road when Fiver stops at the entrance to a burrow.
"Well...this is it." He says sadly, as if he didn't hear all he wanted to about the outside world. "I should like to hear more about the woods sometime."
I was slightly taken aback by this, but tried to play it off.
"Maybe someday soon." I reply, not sure precisely when I would be able to continue my recounting of the farm raid, but I was willing to try. If he was willing to listen, the least I could do was talk to him.
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The next morning, however, I happened to bump into Hazel on my way to the river to get a drink, and he seemed a bit worried.
"What is it, Hazel?" I ask.
"Fiver." He replies. "He's normally out by now...unless…" He murmurs, then takes off back toward the burrows.
Ignoring the notion of water, I follow Hazel.
"Unless what, Hazel?" I ask. "What's wrong?"
"Sometimes Fiver has...well, feelings, and sometimes he sees things."
"What things?" I ask, getting more and more worried. "Hazel, is there something wrong with Fiver?" I don't know why, but the thought of something happening to Fiver was troubling.
"No! There's nothing wrong with him!" Hazel retorts. "It's just that he sees things, like images. Remember when that flood came last autumn?"
We were nearing the main burrows, so it wasn't far to the outskirters' burrows.
I nod. "Yes, I remember. We had to evacuate everyone. We were lucky there weren't many burrows that collapsed." I frown. "What about it?"
"Well...Fiver saw it coming. He saw that the river would overflow and there would be flooding in the burrows. We started getting the outskirters to safety while everyone else began to leave as well. That's likely why we had no casualties."
I blink, stunned. "Did he really see that?" I ask.
"Yes, he did. He's rarely wrong." Hazel muses as we reach the burrow. He glances back at me. "I'll be right back." He enters, calling Fiver's name as he hops.
I follow after a moment, curious.
The burrow was well-constructed, with several runs leading off in different directions. It seemed several outskirters lived in this area together. Hazel stopped at a run that wasn't very deep, but seemed warm enough for the two bucks. It wasn't as deep as Bigwig and I's run, but I suppose it was still deep enough to be cool during the spring and summer. and warm during the autumn and winter.
Then came a sound that cut off thoughts of the run and it's construction entirely; Fiver groaning and moaning as if in pain. I hope faster and find myself barely able to see around Hazel. There Fiver lay, a tiny little rabbit amid the grass and other bedding. He twitches and continues groaning.
"Is there anything we can do?" I ask. I felt terrible, standing here unable to help. Hazel hums under his breath and hops a little closer to his brother.
"Fiver!" He calls.
"Is this a vision?" I ask.
"I think so. Fiver!" Hazel nudges Fiver a little with his nose, trying to wake him.
Just as I move forward and nudge Fiver myself, Hazel speaks up again.
"Wake up, Fiver!"
Miraculously, Fiver's eyes open and he gasps as reality sinks in again. I breathe out in relief.
"You scared me." I murmur, panting a little. It had been stressful, seeing him in apparent distress with no real way to help him. "Are you alright?"
Fiver looks around in confusion as if he weren't sure if he were awake or not.
"Roseluck was going to the river when she bumped into me looking for you. I got worried and Roseluck wanted to help. You were having another of your nightmares, Hrairoo." Hazel explains gently.
"It was the strangest dream." Fiver mumbles.
"What was it about?" I ask, curious. It sounded dangerous, from all the groaning and twitching Fiver was doing.
"I can't- -I'm not sure..." He was still shaky as he glances around as if to assure himself that he was back in reality.
"That's alright, Fiver. Look, let's all go get something to eat and maybe some water, too." Hazel suggests and I turn myself around. "You know, I think I saw some sow thistle down by the stream and I haven't eaten anything decent in days." Hazel adds ahead of us.
Fiver frowns. He knew as well as I did that sow thistle was reserved for Owlsa. Bigwig hardly ever saved more than about a mouthful for me, but at least I'd tasted it.
"I think that's a good idea. Lead on, Hazel!" I chirp regardless. Maybe if we get there before any Owsla, we'd be able to enjoy without anyone being the wiser. "I'll get Fiver." I add when Hazel appears reluctant to go. I gently push Fiver to his feet and hang back to keep pace with Fiver. Poor fellow seems a bit shaken. "You alright?" I ask worriedly.
Fiver shudders a little, eyes downcast nervously. "I...I dreamt something was coming to Sandleford." Fiver looks to Hazel. "I think it might mean we're in danger, Hazel."
"You think so?" I ask, eyes wide.
"Yes! Captain Holly was in it, and there was a huge- -"
"Captain Holly?" Hazel interrupts, chuckling. "Fiver, I think Captain Holly can take care of himself." Just then, we pass none other than Captain Holly himself and another rabbit I recognized as an Owsla member. "They always do in the Owsla." He grumbles.
"I know. No offense, Roseluck." Fiver replies, glancing at me.
I smile. "None taken, Fiver." I reply. "Go on."
"Look, I know no one likes haring someone else's dreams, but- -" His voice sounded like mine when Bigwig was in a mood and I was trying to talk to him.
I was about to encourage Fiver to talk like he'd done for me when Hazel interrupts Fiver again.
"Dewdrop…" He murmurs absently, stopping to look at a pretty doe a little way off our path.
There were other does there, giggling to each other at the sight of Hazel staring starry-eyed at the doe with her back to us. I roll my eyes.
Does could be irritating sometimes, always giggling about this and gossiping about that. I had gossip to thank for everyone thinking I was in the Owsla.
"I dreamt something was coming." Fiver continues, too eager to talk about his dream to realize Hazel had stopped. "My dream was about Captain Holly, and…" Fiver finally clues in and turns, sighing and shaking his head. "Hazel?" He calls. Hazel shakes himself and hops over to Fiver, looking a bit embarrassed. We continue down the path and I can't help a tease at Hazel. "Do that often, does he?" I ask playfully, knowing Hazel could hear.
"You have no idea." Fiver replies equally as playfully.
Hazel grumbles under his breath and we make it to the stream. I take a second to drink as the brothers hop across on the rocks and then I join them.
Sure enough, there's sow thistle there. I near it, not hearing the approach of rabbits behind us.
"Look, Fiver! Sow thistle!" Hazel cheers.
"Not so loud, Hazel." I chuckle, preparing to eat it fast when Scabious' voice rings out behind us.
"Oi! You three know the rules! Is that you, Roseluck? Bigwig'll have your ears when he hears about this."
"Oh c'mon, Scabious! It's hardly worth taking, there's so little of it, and besides, Bigwig doesn't care who I silflay with." I point out, but the Owsla officers are insistent.
"Sow thistle is reserved for Owsla. You're lucky you got a brother who doesn't care about the rules, Roseluck, but don't let it go to yer head."
"Fine, fine. Take the thistle. I wasn't hungry anyway!" I grumble as Fiver, Hazel and I retreat toward the outskirts of the warren.
There, there was a fence, a man-thing of wood and wires. It was where I liked to watch Frith descend into the horizon above the hill. Bigwig thought it was too much risk, but I loved the view.
"'You know the rules'." Hazel repeats grumpily. "I'm sick of the rules!" He sighs. "I wonder whether there's a place for us in this warren, after all, Fiver! There's too many rabbits and too little good food as it is without the Owsla stealing from us, and- -no offense to you and Bigwig, of course, Roseluck, but I…" Hazel trails off and I see why; Fiver has stopped, up on his hind legs with his eyes scanning the area like he's scented or seen something. Fearing elil, I sniff the air, but can't smell anything amiss.
I hop to where Fiver is and there's only an old white man stick, put out long ago. It was nothing to be afraid of; the stick was long gone cold.
"Fiver, are you alright" I ask.
"...This is where it comes from, the thing in my dream." Fiver says slowly, glancing around as if to see this...whatever he saw. I feel a little uneasy, but manage to stay calm.
"What is this thing you saw?"
"I...I don't know, Roseluck, but it's bad. It's like a hrududu, but so much worse. It has strange paws, I think. I...I couldn't see clearly."
"It's alright, Fiver. It was just a dream." I assure him, remembering what Hazel said about Fiver's strange visions and feelings, but I refuse to believe that something so bad could come here. It was almost impossible to think about.
"It wasn't just a dream." Fiver murmurs, eyes locked on the hill with the burrows in front of us. "Look," he says fearfully, "the fields are filled with blood."
I look over and see nothing but the sunset, Frith's descent. There was no blood to be seen. The poor rabbit stands there, eyes fearfully scanning the hill as if there were some danger there.
Despite a little unease, like what Fiver was saying could be true, I chuckle.
"Nonsense, Fiver. There's no blood."
"It's just the light of sunset, Fiver. Roseluck is right; no blood." Hazel adds.
Fiver pants a little but finally looks away. "Brother, I know everyone thinks I'm strange. Even you sometimes, but you have to believe me; something will come to this place...something foul and fierce."
"Fiver...there's no scent of elil, the sun's gone down, and- -"
"You're not listening, Roseluck!" Fiver interjects, and I get the feeling he wouldn't be like this if he weren't utterly convinced he was right and that something was terribly wrong. "We have to get out! We have to warn everyone!"
"Remember, we're outskirters, Fiver." Hazel points out. "People don't listen to us." It was clear Hazel was beginning to believe Fiver's warning, and I was feeling increasingly anxious. If Hazel said Fiver wasn't wrong, and Fiver was saying something was coming that would destroy Sandleford warren…
"I'll help." I murmur. "More people will listen to me than you, unfortunately. But even with me, we won't get everyone to leave."
"Well, we must make as many listen as we can." Fiver says, eyes determined and set.
"And how do you propose we do that?" Hazel asks.
"By going directly to the Threarah," Fiver says.
"Frith above, this won't be easy…" I grumble.
"But it must be done." Fiver replies. "Roseluck, please...can you help us?"
I sigh and hang my head. Something told me I'd regret this if this turns out to be nothing, but on the off-chance Fiver was right…
"Yes. I'll see what I can do."
#Fanfiction#OC Insertion Series#watership down#OC#Original Character#Original Female Character#Fiver/OC#Bigwig&Sister!OC#Combination of the Netflix miniseries and the book
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I was tagged by the one-and-only @ameliascanwell
💕birthday: September 24!!!
💕zodiac sign: Libra, but like by one day. I think the cycle ticks over on the 23rd?
💕height: 5′11″ barefoot, six-whole-vertical-feet in Boots.
💕last song i listened to: 100 Years, by Florence and the Machine. it rattles my soul and cleanses my spirit.
💕hobbies: Playing video games, day-dreaming, constructing elaborate arguments in my head that I win, thinking about writing.
💕fav colour: midnight blue, the color of a dark and wondrous sky far beyond the reach of city lights.
💕last movie i watched: 300, by the Snyder dude. Please don’t judge me, I make poor decisions.
💕fav book: Transmetropolitan! I identify with Spider Jerusalem and if I were a less scrupulous person, I would probably be just like him.
💕dream job: World domination. Not a joke. i want to have pockets deep enough to fund queer movies, books, and art. Run a race team staffed by queer folk and conquer all known motorsport. F1, Rally, nascar, the whole goddamn lot of it.
You know, the usual.
💕meaning behind my url: Nine hundred years ago, my dad and I were talking about a call-sign of sorts for me, a banner under which i could introduce myself. We’d watched Pirates of the Caribbean, and I joked about having a Jolly Roger. He called me the Jolly Writer. Some names write themselves. my buddy @qwertyprophecy drew my icon though! I am particularly fond of the skull-with-crossed-pens.
I tag! @the-cardboard-constructionist @thlayli-rah @roseticospacebae @missharleenfquinzel and whomever else wants to give it a crack.
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Fic Tag Prompt
THE RULE: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.
If he could forget any memory, it would be that one. It would be her.
From this post! I WAS TAGGED AGAIN. :O I actually had to write this because I don’t remember the last thing I said in my rp today...
i tag... IDK I DONT KNOW ANYONE. @castleoftherose @thlayli-roo @zolzhin @osyra
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Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from The Perfect Bait
'Punk didn’t believe in God, but even he had to admit, his thoughts right now were sounding a lot like a prayer.'
(This is a re-draw of an old picture - see the original below)
#Thlayli-art#Thlayli-writes#cm punk#punk in peril#drawing scenes from my fanfictions#tw blood#tw kidnapping#redraw#wrestling fanart
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RISE OF KNIGHT (part one)
Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
(Ever gone a bit daft over a nothing match that you've written and drawn a comic that was supposed to be a quick, silly thing and has somehow become an intricate au with detailed drawing requiring research into medieval armour and costume design...?)
(More to come 🥴)
#Thlayli-art#Thlayli-writes#wrestling fanart#alternative history au#la knight#Roman reigns#based on their feud for#crown jewel#paul heyman#solo sikoa#jey uso#jimmy uso#the bloodline#the usos#wwe#my nonsense
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I've started a Punkintyre fic...
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Happy birthday Punk!
(This is a double celebration as Valets of WWE now has over 3k hits. Thank you all so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️)
#cm punk#christian cage#seth rollins#dean ambrose#cody rhodes#ted dibiase jr#evan bourne#matt sydal#valetverse au#drawing scenes from my fanfictions#my fanfictions#my artwork#Thlayli-writes#wrestling fanart#Thlayli-art
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RISE OF KNIGHT (part two)
Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
(Feel free to ask me anything about this au - I think about it too much!)
#Thlayli-art#Thlayli-writes#wrestling fanart#alternative history au#la knight#roman reigns#cody rhodes#john cena#sami zayn#kevin owens#the bloodline#wwe#my nonsense
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RISE OF KNIGHT (part six)
Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
@claymoresofinfamy23
#Thlayli-art#Thlayli-writes#wrestling fanart#alternative history au#la knight#roman reigns#based on their feud at#crown jewel#wwe#my nonsense#tw blood#la plight
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