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xeo-kunsatan · 3 years

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MonsterOlympics One Shot +13 (Part 2)

This One shot is divided in parts because is long as hell XD, as well this contains many racy jokes, black humor and swearing, if youre sensitive with this humor i recommend you to not read this shit, as well this One shot is just for fun. (Sorry this time i have no illustrations, im Lazy, use your imagination XD)

Nobody have expected it, Farley and Toralei run quickly to hug eachother, they

were really happy to see eachother again.

The Students from Monster High were surprised because their most problematic and devilish Classmate was acting completely lovely with surprisely a Dog, something unusual in her especially for her pals Purrsephone and Meowlody who didn't understand their friend's behavior.

Cleo The Nile

Daughter of the Momy

Age: 5843 (or more)

Gender: Female

Species: Momy

Cleo: I cant Believe what my Beautiful eyes are watching...

Pinky: Me too Sis... Me too..

Farid: here we go again...

Claw: Mew?

P&M: Meww~

The Twin Cats went close to Them catching their attention.

Purrsephone and Meowlody

Daughters of Werecats.

Age: 16

Gender: Females

Species: Werecats

Purrsephone: You most be her Frrriend's brotherrrs~?

Farren: didn't you know that she was a friend of a Dog?

Meowlody: she told us something similarrr before, but we thought it was a joke knowing her.

Farid: well for more surprising it seems, it's true.

Purrsephone: do you know since when they meet eachother?

Farren: since we used to be pups living in the streets, one day we found her escaping from a store-man, prepare yourself because this part will make this part long.

Flashback.

The street of Monsteropolis was chill, a group of 3 Poodle puppies where looking for something to eat.

Farren: Agh I'm Hungry, and you?

Farid: *sob* i think i have a hole inside my stomach...

Farley: Calm down brothers, maybe we can go to Madame Ghoulasha's shop to ask for food. you know the trick, We Knock the door, we will use the puppy eyes effect against her and she will give us food.

Farren: i still don't understand why that trick works that well.

Farid: isn't obvious? We are pretty adorable but More me~.

Farren: *chuckles* aren't supposed to have a "hole inside your stomach?".

Farid: Hey! I'm Hungry but I'm still fabulous.

Farley: Guys look!

Suddenly the puppers found a shop man ogre chasing a kitten with a bottle.

Mr Ogre: Come back here you stupid mutt!!

Toralei: as you wish!

Mr Ogre followed the kitten to a dark alley

Farley: we can't leave them like that

Farren: Are you Serious!? It's a Cat!!

Farid: Eww yeah, what if they has fleas?

Farley: We have fleas too..*shows them a flea walking through his paw furr* and she needs our help, remember Stray animals always can help other stray animals.

Farren: but what if they doesn't thanks us?

Farley: We can throw them to the sewers

:3.

Farren: okay let's go.

The 3 puppies followed the Ogre to the Alley.

Mr Ogre: *manages to catch her*

Gotcha!

Toralei: No!!

Mr Ogre: Hah did you thought that you would escape from me?.

Toralei: Hssss!!! Let me go you bastard!!

Mr Ogre:*takes a razor* or what?

Toralei:..*gulp*...

Mr Ogre: heh your journey ends here kitty- agh!?

The Ogre was about to end with the kitten life but he suddenly was stopped by the tackle of the triplet Poodles, making him faint and drop the kitten.

Toralei: Mew!!

Farley:*catches her* Gotcha! Are you okay?

Toralei: T-thanks, *sniffs him* wait.. are you a Dog!? *Jumps off*

Farid: "your welcome" hmp!

Farley: Yes we are dogs, but i didn't wanted to leave you alone and less with that man about to make Cat-Hash with you.

Toralei: Well.. i usually can escape by myself but.. still, thank you.

Farley: at your service miss.. uhh

Toralei: Toralei Stripe, and you arrre?

Farley: My name is Farley, and this are my brothers, The sour one is Farren.

Farren: Hey!

Farley: and the Narcissist pup who is looking his reflection with the Ogre's razor is Farid.

Farid: who is a pretty puppy? I am! ÙwÚ.

Farley: and i am Farley, together we are the Fluffy Gang.

Toralei: Wow you are all a team, nice to meet ya, I wish I could have my own mates, my older siblings were all adopted except me...

Farley: don't worry, you can come with us and be part of the Gang!

Toralei: Yay! :D

Farid/Farren: What!? D:<

Farley: you can come with us the Time you want until you found out your own mates.

Toralei: Oki Doki! :D

Farren: Farley what the fluff!?

Farid: Whyyyy?~...

Farley: Aww c'mon guys it would be fun.

Farren: i don't think she would like to come with us.."we have fleas"

Toralei: I have Fleas too :D.

Farren: Ok Fair enough.

Farley: Well lets go >:3!

Suddenly the Ogre started to wake up

Mr Ogre: You Little-..

The Cubs: No D:<! *pulls out his cords*

Mr Ogre: What the-!!!... AAAARGHH!!

The Ogre fell from the stairs of another Alley, by then break his neck in the last step, dying in that moment. The Fluffy gang and Toralei didnt believed that they really killed someone.

Farid: *Panic Attack* Oh no! Oh no! we killed him! What we will do!? im too younger and beautiful to go to Jail!! D,:>!!

Toralei: Me Too! D,:<

Farren: *Slaps Farid* Farid Calm Down! this is not the moment for your whines!

Toralei: What we will do Farley?...

Farley:...Uhhhh... look! there is a tip to the sewers, we can throw the body there :D!.

Toralei: Good Idea >:D!.

Farren: Are we Literally ignore that we killed a man?..

Farid: *Sighs* at least we will not go to Jail ;w;

Farren: Ok lets do this!..

Then The Fluffy gang and Toralei with effort, they managed to threw the body of the Ogre to the sewers so anyone will not notice their crime.

Farren: Well, the Job is finished... what now?

Farid: Oww im Still hungry ....

Toralei: Guys, that man had a shop with full of food, thats where i taked the Bottle with milk wich is not in the ground...

Farley: Ok lets go for some snacks! :D

The Fluffly Gang and Toralei: Yay :D

Flashback Ends.

Farren: And thats How we meet Toralei

Farid: Cute isn't?

Meowlody: a little...

Purrsephone: we literrrally thought it was a joke.

Meowlody: And i cant believe that you killed a man..

Farid: We were just babies, we didnt know what we are doing heheh~

Claw: hm?

Meowlody: and this little one?

Farren: Its Claw, His Dying mother gave him to us to save him from the hunters, so he lives with us as a younger sibling, The Principal Stratos usually overprotects him.

P&M: Thats so cute from you part mew~

Claw: *sniffs them* mew

P&M: *sniff him* ...

Claw: *purrrs*

P&M: Awww

Farley: I cant believe we are finally together

Toralei: Me too! ;w; *Purring* I missed you so much!

Farley: *Waving tail* I missed you too!

Frankie: Its so Cute to see this...

Meanwhile..

Manny Taur

A Fucking Minotaur Bully

Age: 17

Species: Minotaur

Gender: Male

Manny: Aww look at this, what are you supossed to be Rabbit?

Bradley: a Vampire/Jackalope Hybrid

Manny: Hah! Vampire!? but youre so tiny

Bradley: well at least the size your dick compensates the size of your brain and intelligence..

Manny: *blushes* How dare you!?

Bradley: well.. its part of your biology..

Manny: Thats it you are Death!

Frankie: Manny No!

Manny was about to Hit Bradley (wich didnt seem scared) but suddenly he was attacked by Skeebo before he would hurt his beloved bunny.

Skeebo: Dont you dare to hurt my boyfriend!

Manny: Your Boyfriend? *chuckles* dont play dumb, you are a fox and Foxes eats rabbits like him!

Skeebo: *Whispers* Shh shh please dont expose what i do with him everynight~

Bradley: im an Arctic Hare not a rabbit...wait*blushes* Skeebo!

Skeebo: Sorry Dear~

Manny: you guys are gross...

Frankie: Thats Enough Manny, do you want me to tell Minnie about your Behavior?

Manny: Oh no! Please dont tell my sister!...

Skeebo: Heh... he is afraid of his sister~

Manny: At least i have a sister

Skeebo: !!!......

Bradley: You son of a Bitch! how dare you!? just because you heard the most of us are orphans doesnt give you the rights of making fun of Us!

Frankie: Wait.. are you Orphans?..

Skeebo: Thats it!...

A Fight Started between Manny and Skeebo, but it was stopped by Miss Bloodgood and Stratos.

Bloodgood: You 2 Stop!

Stratos: You both will go to detention!..

Manny: Thats why Maze High is a bad copy of Monster High, the Students here are all Awfull!!

All: *Gasps*

Claw: *Cries*

Farley/Toralei: What did you said!?

Farren/Farid: You will pay for this!

Betrayus: calm down.. not here!

Skeebo: You said that because at least all of you have their own families...

Bloodgood: Manny Taur...you will be grounded by the rest of the event, the meeting is over..

Stratos: Mistress Bloodgood...I am so sorry for this..

Bloodgood: No no... its not your fault, *sighs* i will correct my student.. Good luck in the event..

Stratos: Good luck for you too...

Manny: *gulp*...

Stratos: Me too...

Frankie: Oh gosh.. i am so sorry..

Skeebo: Its Okay.. we are all used to be seeing like this..*Leaves* Bradley: Skeebs...*sighs*.... its true... While me as some less of my classmates.. mostly of them are all orphan.. for it they basically live here..

Frankie: Ou... i have no idea..

Bradley: Its okay.. as my boyfriend said.. we are used to be judged by other schools... and... Mostly of that students from other schools have their own families...*follows Skeebo*...

Frankie: *Sighs*

The meeting ended and the Monster High Students returned to their homes, while the students from Maze high returned to their dorms, an exception to Farley and Toralei wich where in the school garden trying to calm down Claw.

Farley: Awww Claw dont cry, he will not hurt you.

Toralei: when i see him, i will scratch his ugly bull face so nobody will recognize him not even with the passaport.

Claw: *sob* *sob*

Toralei: Dont Cry little Fella, that awfull bull will not hurt you anymore *pets Claw*

Claw: *Purrs*

Farley: Thank you Toralei, maybe im tired of the boring boomer of Stratos but he still needs a rest.

Toralei: You dont have to thank me, this fella needed it.

Farley: thats right...*Blushes* Its so nice to have you here..

Toralei: *Blushes* Ahh.. yeah i feel the same, heh

Farley: You want me to accompany to your home?

Toralei: Nah, i can go by myself, cats loves nocturnal walks.

Farley: W-w-well see you tomorrow..

Toralei: S-see you T-tomorrow...

Toralei left the gardens to return to her home, while Farley was watching her leave still blushed.

Farley: *sighs*

Claw:*giggles*

Farley: what?..

To be Continued..

#monster maze high #monstermaze high #pmatga au #pmatga #pacman and the ghostly adventures

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tophthedaydreamer · 3 years

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askdkdf ok here’s the first chapter of the fic i was writing. um. i’m just doing this for funsies so, uh, don’t expect me to update often. this is just for old times.

(Takes place in the Who Framed Roger Rabbit universe, where toons and humans coexist. In the spring of 1928, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is put in suspended animation after Walt Disney loses the rights to his character. In 2006, Oswald is awoken and now must adjust to a vastly different world.)

Oswald was surrounded by darkness. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear. He couldn’t speak, but that wasn’t new. All he could do was feel the emptiness around him.

He only remembered bits and pieces of how he got here. Walt had taken him into the Vault, a small storage facility he had curated. Not a lot of stuff was in there, just old props and unused scraps of film. Oswald had noticed that Walt was unusually anxious during that visit, muttering nervously to himself. And then, he just forgot. It wasn’t scary or painful, he had a feeling he would remember something like that. Just a weird blip in his memory. He had been swimming in the sea of nothingness ever since.

A pinprick of light startled him. This was new! He hadn’t seen a light in ages. It was growing, getting brighter all the while. Oswald felt it was going to blind him. Not like he had anything interesting to see, anyway.

The light washed all around him. He felt a sudden sensation. It was cold! Shivering, he hugged his arms. He forgot he had those.

“Oswald! Can you hear me?”

A tiny voice made him prick up his floppy ears. It sounded high and kinda squeaky. He tentatively opened his eyes, squinting from the bright light. A figure with two perfectly circular ears stood over him. Upon further inspection, they were a mouse toon.

“Hiya,” the mouse waved shyly. “I’m Mickey. And, uh, you’re Oswald, right?”

Oswald nodded. The mouse - Mickey - didn’t look like the toons he was used to. He had color. Not only that, but Mickey was talking. Toons never spoke a word.

“I take it that you’re probably confused,” Mickey chuckled a little. “Um… it’s gonna be a little hard to bring you back up t’ speed. Y-you’re probably wondering where your girl Sadie is.”

Sadie! Oswald’s eyes shot open wide. He began gesturing frantically, using the traditional language of toons, known as Toonspeak. It was similar to the sign language that humans used, but with a more cartoony flair.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t understand you,” Mickey said sheepishly. “I haven’t brushed up on my Toonspeak in ages. C’mon, I’ll bet she’s in here somewhere.”

Oswald picked himself up and followed Mickey, his confusion mounting. The Vault was so much bigger than before, its ceiling was so high up that he could barely see it. There were amazingly tall shelves filled with piles of paper and loads of props (he swore he saw a whole pirate ship in one corner).

“Aha! Here she is!” Mickey pulled out a paper from one of the shelves. A pristine drawing of Sadie was on it, kept in top notch condition.

“The company’s been putting old toons in suspended animation,” Mickey said, a slight bitter tone entering his voice. “I’ve been trying to put a stop to it for years. You’re the first to be let out.”

So that’s what the darkness was, Oswald inwardly mused. He was asleep, trapped inside a paper. But, why?

Mickey held the paper tightly and furrowed his brows. A magical energy swarmed around his hands. Letting go, the paper fell slowly to the ground, as a familiar pinprick of light glowed around its center. In a quick flash, Sadie emerged from the drawing, lying down on the floor.

Oswald immediately rushed to her side, anxiously holding her and supporting her head. Her eyes fluttered open and softened in recognition. Even a stranger could tell they were soulmates.

Sadie inquiringly pointed at Mickey.

“Ah, Mickey’s the name,” Mickey waved again.

Sadie surprisedly pointed at Mickey again and gestured to her throat.

“I guess you aren’t used to toons having voices.” Mickey mused. “Come with me. I know a good place where you fellas can stay.”

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author’s note: hi!!! if you read this all the way then thank you so very much!!! for some clarification, ortensia is called sadie bc that was her original name before it was changed for epic mickey. again, thanks so much for reading! feel free to tell me what you think of it. i’m writing the second chapter rn, so maybe i’ll post that one soon :D

#writing #fanfiction #disney #oswald the lucky rabbit #mickey mouse #ortensia the cat #ortensia whiskers #hhhh i am very insecure

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gale-dragon-writer · 3 years

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Special Rabbit

~}i{~

Dotsuku did NOT trust Usagi.

Yeah, the Rabbit Warrior had the mentality of a socially immature child, but he was a psychopathic genius. Which was why Dotsuku didn’t trust him.

But despite all that, Usagi was a good ally to have, usually. And it made finding a good birthday present harder to find for the unusual individual.

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During one mission Dotsuku came across something that he figured Usagi would like.

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“Happy Birthday Usagi!” Sharyū happily said as she placed a nice sized birthday cake, which was a carrot cake, onto a table.

All the Warriors, aside from Boar and Chicken, were at Usagi’s birthday party.

Dotsuku placed his presents with the others, one of he presents had holes in it.

Later... opening presents time.

Usagi just opened the first present from Dotsuku, it was a book on rabbit care. It was a bit confusing to everyone, but the Dog Warrior then carefully placed the box with the holes on the table next to the Rabbit Warrior.

“This is what that book is for,” Dotsuku stated with a smirk.

That made Usagi even more curious to know what was in the box. So when he opened it, a gray bunny poked its head out of the box.

“Oi, is it really a good idea?” Nezumi asked Dostuku.

Dotsuku smirked and said, “Actually, I think Usagi might be the best person for this little fella.” The Dog Warrior pulled a small knife from a hidden sheath and split one of the bunny’s ear in half. This startled everyone but the little bunny. “Just watch,” Dotsuku stated as he pointed at the bunny.

To everyone’s shock, the bunny’s ear was knitting itself back together.

Dotsuku placed the knife back in its sheath and said, “I had a mission involving a lab doing inhuman experiments. I was to shut it down and destroy all the data. However, I didn’t have any orders about the creatures they experimented on. So I figured I relieve them of any pain they experienced.”

“You mean you killed them?” Sharyū asked, knowing full well that was the case.

Dotsuku nodded and said, “But trust me, it was out of mercy and I did it in one strike.”

“And the rabbit?” Ushii asked, eyeing the little gray bunny that Usagi was currently petting.

“After reading the data about the experiment used on that bunny, to put it simply, it was a regenerative experiment that worked too well,” Dotsuku explained.

“You couldn’t kill it,” Nezumi stated as he watched Usagi cradle the little gray bunny in his arms.

“I never had to try, those sick bastards kept very detailed notes with meticulous pictures,” Dotsuku growled out, before taking a deep breath and saying, “I can’t keep it because of my lease stating I can’t keep any pets, but I figured Usagi might like it.”

“So... You’re giving me this bunny?” Usagi asked as the little bunny closed it’s eyes and started snoozing.

“Yeah, I am. I know you can be a good pet parent. Just make sure you feed’m what’s stated in that book and give it water to drink, ok,” Dotsuku said with a small smile.

This made Usagi smile.

Dotsuku might not trust Usagi, but there’s no denying that the albino is special in his own way, so why not give him a special pet?

}i{ End }i{

@juseki-taisen

@jazminetoad

#juuni taisen characters #juuni taisen #juni taisen #juuni taisen dog #dotsuku #juuni taisen usagi #juni taisen usagi

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sunflower-swan · 4 years

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Wolfstar Chapter 10

A/N: Here’s what you need to know: I created this story for Writer’s Month 2020. Every day is a new prompt, and therefore a new chapter. This is an AU Wolfstar where Remus is a tattoo artist next door to Sirius who manages a flower shop. James and Lily are alive in this universe and own a coffee shop across the street. And to make parts of the story work with the prompts, Remus is about 10 years older than Sirius. It also takes place more or less in present time, minus Covid-19.

This is chapter 10 of a multi-chapter work. If you’d like to start from the beginning, here is chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I just like to play with them.

Day 10 Prompt: Bunnies

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1542

Tags: language, angst, fluff, original character

Chapter 10

Sirius

Panic! At The Disco, “Mad as Rabbits”

Come save me from walking off a windowsill

Or I'll sleep in the rain.

Don't you remember when I was a bird

And you were a map?

Sirius hurt. It felt like there was a hole in his chest where his heart had been. He went with Remus to the Tattoo Lounge because it was better than drinking himself into a pickle at home alone. In truth, he was quite thankful for Remus. The day ended much better than it began, which wasn’t saying much considering how the day started. But Sirius would take any improvement at the moment.

He found he enjoyed watching Remus run his shop. Lily had taken a few messages for him in his absence, so he rang those people first. After that he had a steady stream of customers the rest of the day. Some by appointment and some by walk-in. A few were consultations, and Sirius was impressed by his friend’s compassion and professionalism. In the lull between customers Remus and Sirius would chat, or sometimes they would sit in comfortable silence and Sirius would watch Remus sketch.

One woman had an appointment for her very first tattoo. Sirius remembered being nervous when he got his first ink, but this woman seemed over the moon excited. She brought a friend with her. The friend waited on the leather couch that sat back in the tattooing area of the shop while Remus discussed tattoo plans with the woman. In the end they developed a plan for a half sleeve involving a Mammoth Sunflower, a few common daisy blossoms, and a Monarch butterfly. The sketch Remus created was beyond beautiful. Even though this would be the first of at least three sittings, Sirius was sure the end result would look so realistic, one would expect the butterfly to flap its wings and fly away.

Remus took a break mid-day and explained, “People are looking for more than a tattoo. They’re looking for an experience. The customers I like to work with are looking for a one-of-a-kind piece of art to display on their body. Every piece I do is an extension of myself. And these people walk around the world with it for the rest of their life.”

Wow. Sirius placed his right hand over the rose tattoo. There was not another exactly like it in the whole world. For the first time in many days, he felt a tiny light flicker inside him. A tiny light of hope that told him he would make it through the pain and heartache in which he had been absorbed.

Later on around mid-afternoon, Sirius and Remus were chatting about nothing in particular while Remus cleaned up his equipment from a walk-in. The walk-in had requested a geometric mandala design between his shoulder blades. It wasn’t Sirius’ style, but the man had seemed pleased with it. Then the bell over the door dinged, and in sauntered Logan. Sirius was beside himself, giddy with excitement to watch him interact with Remus. He tried the best he could to blend in with the wall, and watch the show.

When the door opened, Remus looked up from his cleaning. His expression turned to one of surprise to see Logan moving stealthily toward him. Logan didn’t even notice Sirius sitting in the corner. From the moment he walked in, he only had eyes for Remus.

“Hey, Remus,” Logan said.

Remus blushed. “Uh, hey, Logan.” He nervously wiped his hands on his trousers.

“You never called me.” Logan was within arm's distance of Remus now, and he stopped.

“Erm…” Remus scratched the back of his head. “No...I guess I didn’t. No that, um...not that I didn’t want to, but…”

He’s so awkward! Sirius thought to himself. He’d never seen Remus so flustered. It was kind of adorable.

“It’s ok,” Logan said with a chuckle. “I am still interested in a tattoo though.” The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Right! Yeah, of course,” Remus said. “Just uh…” He cleared a space for them to sit, and grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil. “Here, have a seat.”

They took a seat on the leather couch. Sirius was covertly pretending to flip through a magazine in the far corner, and was therefore too far away to make out much of their conversation. But he could see, and that was enough. Logan was so obviously flirty.

He started off on the opposite side of the couch from Remus. But after about fifteen minutes or so, he had slowly worked his way closer to Remus. Then there was the way he kept brushing his hair back. And any excuse to touch Remus: his shoulder, his elbow, his knee...Godric, this guy was a bit much.

Logan was throwing everything he had at Remus, but Remus seemed oblivious. Remus maintained an air of professionalism throughout the entire consultation. Sirius was surprised Logan hadn’t jumped into Remus’ lap by the end. It was about the only thing he hadn’t done to get Remus’ attention. There is such a thing as coming on too strong, but this Logan fella never got that hint.

Finally Logan cleared out, and Remus approached Sirius. “Do you trust me?” he asked. He was holding a sketchbook to his chest, eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Sirius didn’t need to think twice.

“Come over here.” Remus motioned with his hand and walked toward the chairs. “Pull up your right pant leg, and lay down on your stomach.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius laughed and put his hands on his hips. “What is happening now?”

Remus tapped his foot and repeated himself, “Pull up your right pant leg, and lay down on your stomach.” He gestured toward the padded bench. “You said you trusted me, right?” He tilted his head down with a smirk.

Why do I feel like I might regret this? Sirius asked himself as he did as Remus directed. “I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what you’ve decided needs to be permanently marked on my body.”

“Nope.”

Brilliant.

A couple silent hours later, Remus announced he was done. “Before you look at it, I want to tell you something.” He came around and crouched down in front of Sirius and looked him dead in the eyes. The intensity Sirius saw there was intimidating, but he did not break eye contact. “What you have gone through, and what you have yet to go through, is really hard. This is just a stumble in your road, it’s not the end of your journey. Haruki Murakami once said, ‘Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.’ I hope this piece can be the beginning of your healing.”

Sirius's mouth had gone dry. The tiny light grew a little brighter. He twisted to look at his calf. Is that a fucking bunny? “Is that a fucking bunny?!” Oops, I said that out loud. “A bunny and a...crescent moon? Why?”

“Calm down, shut up, and listen.”

I’ll shut up and listen, but that doesn’t mean I’ll calm down. Sirius fixed Remus with a stare and tried to convey a hurry-up-before-I-lose-it expression.

“What do you know about rabbit spirit animals?”

“Remus, my animagus is a dog...why would I care about a rabbit spirit animal?”

“A rabbit spirit animal symbolizes a person who has no problem expressing happiness and affection when it comes to people they love. You have so much love in your heart Sirius, that is why it hurts so much right now. Your animagus form may be a dog, but I think that dog’s spirit animal is a rabbit.”

Sirius mulled Remus’ words over in his head. No problem expressing happiness and affection to people I love. It hurts so much, because I love so much? No...because I have so much love to give. I give my love freely. Too freely? No...the people I love deserve my love. But why does it have to hurt so much? Kind of ironic that a dog’s spirit animal would be a rabbit since the two are natural enemies.

“Ok, then what about the crescent moon?” he asked. That bit didn’t really make sense.

“Well,” Remus said, “the rabbit is an animal of the moon. And I thought it looked cool.”

It was a cool design now that he looked more closely. A tribal hare, rearing on it’s back legs. It sort of looked like it was playing with the crescent moon. Why did Remus not quite meet his eyes with that explanation though?

“You can stay here tonight, if you want.” Remus offered, disrupting his thoughts. “I just mean...on your own didn’t pan out so well...you’re always welcome here anytime…” His sentence sort of wandered off after that.

“Um…” Sirius knew he didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts tonight. He had tried being alone the past few days, and look where it landed him. He also didn’t want to be a burden on his best friend. He also remembered with vivid clarity that Remus walks around in his boxers in the morning.

“Let’s at least get a bite from Potter’s,” Remus said, “I’m starving. Then you can decide what you want to do.” Remus swished his wand and his equipment flew back to their respective shelves. He cast a disinfecting Scourgify and turned to Sirius with a smile.

Next Chapter: Chapter 11

#writersmonth2020 #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #mauraders #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #slow burn #alternate universe #harry potter #fanfiction #fanfic

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petri808 · 5 years

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A Witches Heart

Bakudeku fluffy Witch/Familiar gift fic for my demon hubby @diabl0o UwU

~ I wish I had more time and inspiration, but I hope you like it <3 ;)

For several hours something has been following him and it was getting on his nerves. It wasn’t human, nor animal, most likely a magical creature of some sort, but what kind, and why was it following him? “Who’s there?!” The young wizard Izuku Midoriya calls out into the dense forest. “I can sense your presence, so there is no point in hiding from me.” Nothing stirs. “Fine,” he sets his belongings down and takes a seat on a fallen log. “I’ll just wait here.”

Whatever it was moved around, circling Midoriya but never came all the way out into the clearing. This ‘thing’ was quiet, probably small, the wizard guessed, in order not to ruffle the leaves or brush. In fact, it was starting to remind him of a specific type of animal. Within an hour the presence had finally stopped in front of him, but just out of view. Oh well, when it was ready to come out it will.

Midoriya decides the day was growing late and began preparing a small campsite. He gathers wood, kindling, grabs his flint, and starts a fire. Then he takes a kill he’d made that morning out of his rucksack, just a decent sized hare, skinning and cleaning it. The presence shifts, maybe curious as to what the wizard was doing. That makes him grin, it was only a matter of time now.

With the rabbit roasting over the fire, Midoriya sits back down, sipping from his waterskin flask, glancing but never staring directly at where the presence had settled. “Are you hungry?” he talks out loud. “I have a little to share, if you are.” Still nothing stirs. The offer was made, and it was up to it to make the next move. “In the morning I’ll be moving on again, my home is a few more day’s journey from here.” It would have looked strange to be talking to air, but it was also kind of nice not to be completely alone. These expeditions to gather supplies were necessary but very lonely without a companion. Older wizards often had vassals to do the hard work, but he was young and had yet to make his way in this world.

He tests the rabbit after 30 minutes and the flesh was firm with no more juices running from the meat. It smelled great, a little charred at the edges, but nothing too burnt. “Mmmm,” he holds the stick up near his nose, “sure you don’t want any?” A slight rustle in the brush brings an uptick at the corners of Midoriya’s mouth. He breaks a couple of legs off, which sends even more juicier scents into the air. “Come on out, I won’t hurt ya.”

After a brief pause, the young wizard sees the bushes shake and slowly, a small canine walk’s out. Its nose is up, smelling the air, eyes look wary but curious. Midoriya tosses a leg close to it. “There ya go little fella,” he smiles at the animal. While he eats the rest of the rabbit, he watches it sniffs the meat cautiously, taking a tentative bite, before it goes about devouring the leg. “Wow,” Midoriya chuckles, “you must’a been hungry guy.” It only takes a couple minutes before only a leg bone is left. He tosses the second leg to the animal, but this time midway between them. “Eat up.” Again, the creature walks over, sniffs, then gobbles up the meat. In the meantime, Midoriya offers up one more leg and the innards to the animal while he finishes up his portion.

“Ahh, that was good,” he pat’s his stomach and leans back against the tree trunk. “Hopefully I keep finding easy prey like that and I won’t go hungry.”

The dog didn’t immediately bolt back into the forest after the meal, instead sitting down a few feet away on the other side of the fire just watching the wizard. It was hard to see the canine with only the flickering flames to illuminate it. But what he could see was a yellow, blondish colored dog, with a medium length coat, pointy ears, and blood red eyes. It was definitely on the smaller side, not much for a guard animal, but beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to a possible companion.

Still, why was it giving off a magical presence, and what was such a small dog doing in the middle of a big forest anyways? It was odd. Maybe it became lost from its original master? Midoriya pondered such thoughts as he readied his bedroll. “I’m going to get some sleep,” he tells the animal who hadn’t moved from its position. “If you’re still here in the morning, you’re welcome to keep following me.” The dog cocks it’s head as if were pondering its options. Interesting that it seemed to understand him. Well since it didn’t seem like the animal was any threat, with a few more pieces of wood added to the fire, Midoriya lies down and goes to sleep.

When he wakes up the next morning, the first thing he notices as soon as he opens his eyes, is that the dog had moved closer through the night and was just over an arms-length away to his side. So, he sits up slowly not wanting to startle the animal. “Good morning,” he smiles and yawns, “are you going to keep following me?” Of course, the animal doesn’t respond, but simply stares. “I should give you a name or something.” Midoriya taps his chin, “how about fluffy?” The animal lowers its ears and growls low. He chuckles, “ok not fluffy, hmm, maybe Kuma?” The dog tips his head. Is it thinking again, Midoriya wonders? After a few moments without being growled at, he assumes the name is acceptable. It didn’t quite fit right for a small dog, but it was just a name after all. “I’ll just call you Kuma for now.”

He packs up and heads off again through the forest. If memory served him right, there will be a river about a half days journey ahead where he can refresh his water supply and maybe catch some fish for dinner. Kuma simply follows behind a few feet, never coming close enough to where Midoriya could touch it, but by midday it was clear the animal had no intention of wandering off again. Well, at least he had a companion now. Sometimes he would talk out loud as they travelled, just so there was anything but the silence of the forest surrounding him. Kuma was quiet, never really barked or made any noises, though Midoriya knew it was somehow understanding everything he was saying to it.

Things went on like this for the next couple of days until they needed to cross another river. Unlike the previous one, this river was wide and faster moving, but luckily, an old wooden bridge spanned it. Midoriya tests the first couple of boards and it seemed sturdy enough, though the spaces between the slats were a bit wide. He turns and reaches out to Kuma, “maybe I should carry you over this.” Kuma growls and turns his nose, then bypasses Midoriya and begins to trot across on his own. So much for that idea, Midoriya just chuckles and follows behind.

Suddenly, as they reach the midway point, the board under Kuma cracks and gives way. Midoriya watches in horror as the dog falls, howling till it hits the water and goes under. “Kuma!” The drop had only been the length of two tall men, but for a small animal it must have been much more terrifying. The witch doesn’t hesitate, placing his belongings down and diving in after his companion.

He searches desperately, paying close attention to each time the dog’s head broke the surface of the water. Midoriya calls out to it to fight. “I’ll save you Kuma!” Swimming with the current, the witch dodges rocks and other debris. He was losing track of how far it was carrying him, but it didn’t matter. With every second he was gaining. “Gotcha!” he manages to grab the dog’s scruff and pulls it back above the surface before it went under again. He cradles it to his chest as they are swept a little further down river. One problem solved, the next was getting out of there. Midoriya scans and sees a fallen tree that is laying half way into the water. Perfect! Timing it, he grabs hold of a branch. The force of the water funneling around the tree was strong, but he manages to haul them both onto the trunk portion.

As soon as he crawls onto solid ground. “That… was close…” Midoriya flops onto his back, panting from both exhaustion and the adrenaline rush. It was only at that point that something peculiar registered on the witch. This dog was a lot heavier than it looked, a lot heavier, as in three times what he though it should be. “Are you okay,” he asks Kuma. The dog had crawled off, shaken out it’s fur and sat right beside him. It tips its head and nods. Midoriya blinks, it nodded?! Do dogs nod?!

The witch sits up, “I’m confused on what you are Kuma. You give off magic, you understand what I’m saying, and your weight makes no sense for a small dog. Where did you come from? Did you get lost or run away from a master? Are you here to get something out of me? I don’t mind you tagging along, but it would be really nice to know what I’m dealing with.” Kuma rolls its eyes. “Did you just…”

“You’re nicer than my last witch master, but sometimes you talk too much.”

Midoriya’s jaw drops and he stumbles to his feet. “Y-You can talk!”

“Yeah.”

Before the witch can do anything more, Kuma shapeshifts into a wolf, a bear, a leopard, then finally into a human, albeit a naked one, while he just gawks the whole time. As Midoriya covers his eyes, Kuma gives a bellowing laugh, “Such a pansy of a witch! But a brave one. For saving my life I will tell you what you ask. My name is Bakugou Katsuki and I am a shapeshifter.”

“H-Here,” A blushing Midoriya shrugs off his coat and holds it up. “Please cover up.”

Again, Katsuki laughs but obliges. “I’m just gonna shapeshift again, it’s easier to travel as an animal.”

“That’s fine. I-I just, i-it’s…”

“I get it. You can open your eyes now.”

When Midoriya peaks out, Katsuki had settled in a cross-legged position. He breathes out a sigh of relief and opens his eyes. The shapeshifter was very handsome in his human form, but this wasn’t the time to be gushing about such things. Wait a minute! “If you’re a shapeshifter, why didn’t you just change into, I don’t know, a fish or something to save yourself?!”

“Because you jumped in after me!” Katsuki crosses his arms, “I hadn’t planned on revealing myself yet, so yeah, if you hadn’t come after me, I would have done just that.”

“Oh.” That made some sense. “Hey, um, we should find our way back to the bridge before someone steals my things.” He stands up, ready to trek back along the river, when Katsuki places a hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I just wanted to say thanks for what you did. When I saw you, I had a feeling you wouldn’t be like a lot of the witches I’ve met and I was right, you still have a heart.”

“Um, thanks…. I think.”

“What I’m trying to say is, I’d like to be your Familiar if you’ll have me.”

The young witch has never had a Familiar of his own before. A wide, beaming smile blooms on his face. He hugs the man, “I’d really like that!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, and after a second pushes Midoriya off, “I ain’t really the touchy-feely type.”

Midoriya swore the shapeshifter was blushing too but doesn’t say anything. “S-Sure, I understand. So, shall we get moving? If we hurry, we can get my stuff and make camp before dark.”

Katsuki nods and shape shifts into small dragon. “Get on, this’ll be faster.”

“Wow!”

#bakudeku #bakudeku drabble #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #witch familiar au #bnha #bnha fan fic #bakugou #midoriya #bakugou x midoriya #gift fic

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awellboiledicicle · 5 years

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Ok so, i just looked at the event list again and fellas, it does not look great for our Ineffable Family.

August: Drought and Fires

A ravaging Sahel Drought disrupts migrations sweeping across Africa, claiming lives of humans, livestock and wildlife. With animals dying, many camps have been set to feed hippos and provide basic sources of water for most needing animals like elephants. Reports on rivers drying up are increasing by the day, as wet seasons never arrive.

September: Locust Plague

The droughts ended with a massive wet season, which has lead to increased Desert Locust breeding activity! While the outbreaks affect mostly humans, the swarms are slowly moving over lion lands. Some are huge enough that they cover the entire sky and induce fear in animals.

October: Rabies Outbreak, Zombies, Heaven/Hell having a turf war

The month of horrible nightmares has arrived once again, and this time the October is scary not only because of the night terrors, but also the most terrifying disease is spreading through Lioden lands – Rabies! The animals are noticeable enough – just kill them all and reduce the infectivity, careful as you might get infected too! Beware of exploring at night, though… the dead do not rest.

November: Pretty chill

Its just the whole spirits of the dead being restless and lions off anf on ressurecting dinosaurs. no big

December: Snow

Well, it’s the holiday event but everything albino is popping up, neighboring lions insist on popping over to give ‘gifts’. Snow for some reason.

January: The Great Hunger [aka Famine having a fucking ball]

Oh no! With prey scarce this season, it looks like a Great Hunger is sweeping the plains of Lioden. Several lions in the area have noticed the benefit of working together, and have begun stockpiling a massive food pit that they plan to share with everyone. Join together, lions, and donate your spare food from your hoard to unlock a special area that will let you reap the benefits! Give and ye' shall receive…

Feb: Other males try to flirt with Crowley. Goes badly. Their den becomes a semi-haven for lesbian and gay lions bc holy shit they cannot just have a moment otherwise.

March: Poachers

Oh no! Poachers have swept through the plains of Lioden, hell bent on slaying the wild beasts that roam there and bringing home bloody trophies to sell on the black market. But these are YOUR lands, and these are YOUR companions they dare to slay! Go forth young lions and fight off these evil humans wherever you can.

April: There are so many rabbits you guys

May: Thunderdome in the canyon

June: Rise of the Serpant

So, you've probably noticed earthquakes shaking the ground in Explore during the entire May event. An ancient Egyptian rebellious deity, the Serpent of Chaos, has been waking up and is now ready to emerge!

AKA Crowley eats so many monster snakes he has to sleep for a week

July: Civil War [aka lion afterlife is fucked because the guy in charge is a creepo and the one trying to oust him is on fire]

July has started, and as it's commonly known, the greatest meteor showers will begin this month, especially over the southern hemisphere, thus Africa gets bombarded by millions of tiny meteorites!

Basically its never a *great* time to have a cub in the world of lioden, but the first couple months of Adams life are gonna be Rough

#Good Meowmens

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pseudonymfox · 5 years

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A Widow and the Outlaw

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cowboy AU)

Summary: All alone in the woods Bucky finds a griefing widow and decides to save her life. Both of them showing each other there worlds...

Warnings: mentions of killing/violence/death, fluff, guns?

A/N: Enjoy! I really like it :) Yes I had to take this picture hehe

Up in the hills was supposedly live a rich couple all alone in a cabin, sleeping on their piles of cash he heard from a fella. And if it’s one thing Bucky and his outlaw gang needed than it was money so he prepared everything for a long ride with food and munition to get over the next few days that it would take.

The tip he got about them was better be something good otherwise it would be nothing but waste to ride this far into the mountains. Through different terrains and weather changes he rode about three day until he could see his destination in further distance. He wanted to take one quick look before going in to make sure he wasn’t going to walk into something he couldn’t handle. He didn’t have much of a plan, it was just a quick in and out.

As he got closer he could make out small whimpers and cries from a woman that was sitting on ground, a grave in front of her. She looked like she’s been through a lot, her hair disheveled, the clothes she wore dirty and wet from the rain. Must been sitting there for a few hours he thought and got off of his horse, closer to her.

“All we needed was each other..that’s what you always told me” she mumbled under her breath.

“Uhh..- You alright there Lady?” he asked her carefully trying not to startle her.

“Who are you?” She asked surprised and stood up, taking a few steps away from him.

“Sorry..I don’t mean no harm” he replied, holding his hand up in surrender to assure her that Bucky wasn’t one of the crazy ones out here. People around here could be cruel and disgusting, he couldn’t say he was a good man but he kept his sympathy around most people. Not always thinking to kill or steal from people.

“Well it doesn’t make a difference anymore if I get killed from an outlaw, from wild animals or simply from starvation” she sighed quietly, picking up flowers and placing them gently on top of the grave.

“-We came out of the city in search of something different...something where we could be free..something true” she added as Bucky decided to stay silent for a moment.

“-We were a pair of fools” she chuckled softly.

“Is there a train station or somewhere else I could bring you to?”Bucky asked hoping to help the lost lady.

“No I..he wouldn’t want this...I am gonna do this for you Elijah” she stood now up again and starting to walk away, something about her seemed to catch his interest.

“I am gonna leave you to it then” he replied and wanted to walk back but felt like he couldn’t leave like this. Somehow he felt guilty for something he wanted to do to them even tho he never did.

“-Is there anything left for you to get over the days?” he spoke up again and she turned around again.

“Nothing. We didn’t have an idea about hunting. Couldn’t even catch a darn mouse, just found some poisenes berry’s” she told him grinning sadly.

“Well you won’t last much longer if ya don’t know how to hunt...Come on I’ll show you” he suggested her. Bucky wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he would leave like this. It would be her death, he didn’t want more undeserved deaths that laid heavy on him which followed him every day, plaguing his mind.

“Alright but you better not try any funny business. I may be weak but I know how to stand up for myself” she said proudly and followed him down the path.

“I don’t doubt that” Bucky laughed leading the way.

“You ever skinned an animal before? or learned how to read tracks?” he asked quietly as the got further between trees, trying not to scare the animals away.

“No but as I told you I haven’t catched much before” she told him, her voice low as well.

”You gotta learn how to if you want to survive out here” he let her know, the city wasn’t really far away but still.

“I am aware of that. Where are we heading? Do I need to look for something?” the women stopped by his side kneeling into the ground, gazing through the wood.

“We try it a bit more down, near the river. Look for movement and listen closely” he explained her and she nodded following along again.

“What happened to your husband? If you don’t mind me asking” he asked carefully choosing his words thinking that she must be still grieving about the loss.

“A bear got him. Came out of nowhere. It was horrifying to watch, he survived only a for a couple days after that...Buried him two weeks ago” she told him looking to the ground.

“I’m sorry” he let her know.

“That was more his dream then mine.” she said, Bucky slowly stopping and going more carefully.

“You seeing something?” he asked and looked at her taking the bow and an arrow ready.

“No just lots a trees and the river. Stuff like that” she sighed out looking around more crunching her eyebrows together, concentrating to see something.

“Alright. Close your eyes for a second” he told her really softly.

“How is that supposed to help?” she mumbled back but did it anyway. Maybe he is robbing her now or knocking her out she thought and stepped a bit back, after all they just met and she was pretty sure that he is an outlaw and that mostly never meant something good.

“Just do it, concentrate on sounds. Tell me what you hear?” he whispered and saw the smirk on her lips growing.

“You talking. That’s what I hear.” he breathed out a chuckle.

“Open your eyes again and look again” he instructed so she did and looked around until her eyes widened and she pinched his arm and pointed towards. “There is a rabbit” she whispered smiling from ear to ear.

“See you concentrated on the forest instead of thinking and looking to hard for something specific.” he said and pointed the arrow at the rabbit, breathed another time in and out deeply before letting the arrow go and hitting the rabbit letting it fall over dead.

“Impressive” he heard her mumbling, probably to herself and catching her watching him closely, like she was taking notes in her head about this for later. They both got closer to the now dead rabbit and he pulled it by it legs up taking the arrow out again before holding it towards her.

“You got a knife?” he asked her as she took the rabbit by both legs like Bucky did.

“No not right now. Should I get it?” she raised her brows, the cabin wasn’t far but it was better she learned it without one first.

“No just try to skin it like this. Hold it tightly by his legs, grab his fur and just pull downwards really strong..it will come right off” he explained and nodded doing what he said, she pulled and pulled til the skin came right off, easier as expected as she got right grip for it. “I did it!!” she laughed out proudly showing the rabbit up to him.

“Yeah see. Not that hard” Bucky rested his hands and on his hips.

“Ok I think that was enough for one day I think I should get back now” she bit her lip from grinning so proudly. With the rabbit slung over her shoulder they made their way back up the path.

“Thank you for showing me that. I wouldn’t make it if you wouldn’t showed up” she said after a few moments of silence, looking at him as he nodded.

“No need to thank me. The rabbit should at least last a few days before you have to catch another one”

“Well now I know how to” she winked at him letting him blush faintly. Bucky tried to hide it as they got up the stairs but she noticed it.

“I would invite you in but I look like a mess and in there is one too” she took a fallen out hair strand behind her ear and opened the door just a crack so she fitted through it.

“I’ll be on my way then” he tapped his hat and turned around to leave. She watched him get almost to his horse before she got a few steps out again.

“My name is (Y/N)” she called out.

“Bucky Barnes” he smiled back, getting on his horse again and riding away down towards the city.

A week has barely gone by as Bucky was riding around in this area again and thought that he could check in and see that how you were doing already. In further distance he heard gunshots sounding through the forest so he made his horse running a bit faster just in case something was going south at your cabin and as he took the path up his breathing and heartbeat slowed down again as he saw you with the gun shooting or well trying to shoot some bottles you stood up.

Concentrating on the bottle you wanted to hit you pressed the trigger again but missed once again, the gunshot letting you flinch a bit. Not one of the damn bottles broke or even came in the slightest distance of the bullets. If it would go like this longer you had to go to visit the gunsmith again for new muntion. Sighing out frustrated you let the gun drop, wanting to give up as you heard a horse coming closer. You immediately turned around and held up the your rifle to the visitor. Bucky was surprised but didn’t even flinch, he was used to be getting pointed at with all kinds of weapons.

“Bucky! Good lord I could’ve shot you” you rolled your eyes and took the gun down.

“But you didn’t” he chuckled and watched you turn back around to the bottles just pointing at them. “You wanna learn how to shoot?” he asked and you looked back.

“How are you always around when I need help sir?” she raised her eyebrows at him and all he could do was shrug and walk to her side.

“I was around and heard shootin’ so here I am..wanted to check in anyways” he confessed, having (Y/N) on his mind now for the past couple of days. She looked better now, more relaxed, cleaner with new clothes and all. Like a new person. “I guess I could use a little help..again.” you sighed out, clearly not happy about it. You usually didn’t like to get help all the time but out here you needed it, it was still all so different than to your life before.

“Nothing to be ashamed of..It’s simple.” he said and came up to her side standing closely to her side, she could already feel his hot breath against her skin as she tried to concentrate on his instructions and on the bottles.

“Make sure you stand right so you don’t pulled back to much, hold you arm a bit up and lean the end against your shoulder then just point out, concentrate, take a deep breath and pull always the trigger after you breathed out” he explained showing her and as he stepped away again she pulled the trigger but missed letting her breath out frustrated. “I’ll never understand that.” she said.

“Here I’ll show you and then you try again. You can learn, not that hard. I promise” he took one of his rifles from his horse.

“You have experience from years of being an outlaw”She said shaking her head and as he did it it all looked so easy as he did it and fast, he didn’t miss.

“Try again” he said as he turned back to her so she did even if it was the last time before she would get to frustrated with this or lock any more people to her.

Pointing the gun, doing what she was told and then pulled the trigger as the bottle exploded into shreds. She hit one.

“I did it..Who would have thought?” she laughed out and he applauded her as she bowed like she knew a lady would do.

“-You know I actually cleaned up a bit and was just making dinner...You want to join?” she asked and laid the gun away.

“Sure. Would be my pleasure.” he grinned and followed her into the house. It was pretty simple just from the outside but had just her touch something he didn’t often when he got into cabins that are as far away as this one.

“Just take a seat. It’s almost done. It’s with Rabbit, one I catched myself” she told him stirring in it and preparing two dishes for the both of them. Handing one Bucky who digged in right away, he was a interesting men cause he clearly didn’t have manners which you liked. You thought that this was probably one of the first times he had like a dinner inside at a table like “normal” people around these days but after all he is a outlaw so you weren’t surprised the way he acted.

“I guess it tastes good?” you chuckled as he stopped himself and put the plate down trying now not to eat like a animal.

“Yeah it does great quite delicious” he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and sat up.

“I think that might be also the first time that the food I made doesn’t taste awful. Cooking was also new for me. I was raised with a silver spoon in my mouth so I practically had to learn everything for myself after we moved up here so I am even more grateful that you showed up” she told him and poured him something in a glass to drink.

“Really? Well if it’s make this easier I don’t know either how to cook” he whispered like it was a secret making her giggle, which must be the most wonderful sound he ever heard.

“Well I guess we have to learn a lot more from each other” she smiled at him from across the table.

“I guess so”

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in-the-gardens-of-inspiration · 6 years

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Yo, so let me preface this: I used to watch the 2003 4kids TMNT when I was a kiddo, and I've also been watching TMNT2012, and I'm also pretty hype about Rise tbh, but it got me thinking about the weird rabbit-holey SI/reader being in a relationship with one or more or all of the bros- and like, made me think back to the one I wrote a few years back when I was sick. It also made me think of Raphael having the Hebrew version of his name instead of the Latin/Italian version, Raffaello, and of course because Angelology is its own dark rabbit hole of research, yeah, I was thinking about the archangels, the Hamato brothers and a SI/OFC. Also a bible-thumping, born-again bus seat neighbour.

Then I decided, I have to write this glorious mess.

(It's for 2012, 'cause I'm most familiar with that incarnation atm)

There's something crappily unlucky about getting stuck in New York City after 10:30 in what many, if not most people consider the bad part of town.

It was a reprieve at first, honestly, but after the first 10 minutes, it just was such a drag.

Want to know what happened? Well, the Greyhound broke down, and the driver couldn't fix it, so he called another bus to pick his passengers up, which would be coming. Eventually. Some time after 11:30. Wonderful.

Great. Well, I wasn't beside a born-again Christian Evangelist Bible-thumper trying to shove her brand of religion down my throat, so plus.

On the flipside, minus: I don't know NYC, like at all, I was daytripping. So I wandered off because I was rather sick of my benchmate, the Bible-thumper, and, haha, of course, got lost.

Now I've heard some shit about the Big Apple recently, and like, it's wacky. Ninjas? Aliens? Oh get real. That's a movie publicity stunt.

But ho boy, was I wrong.

So while I was wandering, trying to find my way back to the bus shelter, I hear footsteps approaching me, and like these suited Pod-people clones with these gnarly laser rifles are following me. My eyes go wide, 'cause holy shit, this is either a ballsy as fuck publicity stunt or I'm about to get murdered or worse by these plug fugly clone rejects, and to be honest, either choice sounds kinda shitty.

So I'm there, speed walking the FUCK outta there, when I hear whooping, jeering and clanking metal, I turn, lo and behold: ... Uh turtles...?

I blinked a couple times, nope. Not a stress-induced hallucination, okay, that's good? Yeah, a quick pinch to the arm also verified it wasn't a dream, because oww... And uh, my stare was being returned, and I barely withheld a squeak of startlement, with a no-doubt awkward look I gave my rescuers a smile-and-wave combo. And immediately regretted it.

Between one blink and the next the turtly-shaped anomalies, there were four of them, all around 5-ish feet tall. All sorta staring- like what happens when you stare too long at the abyss, it stares back.

"Um, hi..?" Mouth engaged before brain rebooted, great start. "Thanks for saving me from those creeps..." I think I nervous blabber, that's gotta be the only reason I'm still talkin'. "My name's Daphne, you, uh, fine fellas see a bus shelter 'round here? Think I got a little turned around.." Finally, my mouth ran out of words to spew out, and I was left to get a closer look at my rescuers. I mean, outside of 5-ish foot tall turtles.

Decked out in domino mask-like bandanas, the quartet made for a fairly imposing image, weapons adorning them and blank eyes. Fairly imposing at least until the shortest one, in the orange, spoke, baby blue eyes glittering at me. My mental image of my knights in tortoiseshell armour tarnished a bit,. "Whoa, bros, she's kinda pretty."

She's also right here, I snorted, taken aback, god he sounded like a teen- oh shit, could he actually be a teen? Huh, that's not something ya see everyday, teenage ninja mutant turtles.

The one with the red bandana smacked the one that had spoken upside the head. "Why don't you think before you speak?!" ... Okaay, that's, uh, new.

He spoke again, absolutely unfazed by the whimpering, teary-eyed stare he was receiving, "Bus shelters about five blocks that way." And he pointed in the direction I'd come from, ah nuts, I'm probably getting more lost in the seedy part of an already dangerous city, great. I smile at them a bit wanly, "NYC's got my internal compass a little on the buggered side, but eh, thanks for the directions." I move to push past them, when a blast of pink energy from a nearby alley slams into the pavement in front of me, and I leap back with a choked off curse.

The one in blue grimaces, and barks out, "Let's take care of these pests first, Mikey, Don, can you cover for..?" I'm assuming he's the leader, but it still startles me a bit when he looks at me amidst the blaster fire. Holy shit, my day's just become an episode of a comedy sci-fi anime.

So Blue told Orange, 'Mikey', and Purple, 'Don', to cover me, the civilian liability, yeah, fair, but I was planning on booking it back in the ensuing chaos, nuts. Right, he asked my name again, "Daphne."

"Sure thing Leo!" Next thing I know after Orange chirps that is the sound of a facepalm, ah, that sweet sound of exasperation. I see Blue grit his teeth, and Red poorly hold back a bark of laughter. Ah, I assume they were going for subtle and mysterious. They failed. Oh well.

I fished my phone from my hoodie pocket, 11 pm, oh good. I had time. I put my phone back and sat crosslegged on the ground, and propped my head up. Makes both less and more of a target, I'd wager, plus with all this cloak and dagger, haha, ninja b/s maybe I'll make my bus before they drive off and I have to find a hostel or something.

Again I find my mouth running off before my brain can process, "So... Come here often?" Of course I had to imbue as much sarcasm as I could, raising my voice so all four could hear me- probably not my best call, but I was tired and getting quite cranky. All but Blue were at least amused, Blue, eh, ya can't win 'em all. "So, eh, what are these pod people supposed to be anyway? Rejected robot clone Men In Black?"

I flinch as a silver robot with a smirking brain goes to reach for me, but man am I glad I took a a few years of various martial arts. With a spot of grace, and it beint close enough to use it's brain as a spring board, I do a back roll, and end up knocking into Purple on the get up. "Sorry man, didn't mean to, ugly over there caught me by surprise." He turns to see where I rolled from, and spots a KO'd 'droidy bastard. "That'd be ugly then?" Giving him a cheeky smirk, I humm, "Mmhm, that's him, warts and all!" I stretch, mutterjng to myself as I do, "Ah man, it's been a bit since I've done that..." The four of them by this point have have taken care of the robo-menaces, and Blue still looks extraordinarily unimpressed. Almost like what happened was my fault.

"What are you even doing out here so late? Most people aren't." My eye twitched, yeah, that was equal parts tiredness and irritation, "Like I said, New York buggers with my internal compass and I got turned around. I don't want to be a target for less-than-savoury people, so I learned a helpful tip, called look like you know what you're doing. I'm pretty fucking lost right know, so some help would be much appreciated. If you want incentive, I've got some artisan dark chocolate, and some low-sweetness white chocolate, that ok?"

Eventually, after 10 minutes of bickering, a bar of white chocolate lighter, I was able to get an 'escort'. Red who I found out was properly called Raphael, who was equal parts volunteered and voluntold to make sure I was able to see the bus shelter before buggering off. As I walked the last couple of blocks, an errant thought popped into my head. Raphael was classically an Archangel. There were classically, at least in bare-bones Christianity, four of them. Micheal, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel. That- oh boy, did that give me an idea if that lady was gonna try and make me change my beliefs and spirituality.

Plot twist, or maybe not, my favourite person in the world decided to sit rihht beside me. Again. For the long ride homewards. I think she took my silence as license to gab. Oh joy.

Putting on my most awed, touched by God face, from the shadows of my hood, and the most dreamy voice I can manage I put my plan into being.

I flip my hood down, and turn to face her a little bit more, "You know," I cut her off mid-I'll-be-damned-if-I-don't-convert speech, "I think I was visited by the Archangels, you see, I got a little turned around, and I think they guided me back safely." She was gaping like a fish, "One of them even spoke to me," I continued blithely, "He introduced himself as Raphael. That's after they scared off a group of muggers." She looked like I slapped her with a particularly slimy fish, "I-I, bwuh?" Eloquent, lady, very eloquent. "They were so kind and helpful, I can't believe they appeared to this sinful daughter..." After a beat or two, "Miss are you okay?" The fanatical lady was still a bit BSoD, which was a-ok by me, so I flipped my hood back up, and went back to trying to sleep.

I didn't think much of the whole incident for a while, until my friend flipped me a vid of a radical upstate New York lady losing her shit upon being interviewed by a televangelist. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to cry. She was talking about me.

Not quite in so many words, of course, since she wasn't there for what actually happened, but she flipped out when the 'pastor' questioned the validity of her, by extension, my story, through my phone speakers I could hear the question being asked, 'how do you know she was sober?' and the lady just loosing it. I wheezed. What?

#lilac writes #tmnt 2012 #angelology #ofc - centric #humour #goofy #it's kinda funny #it's kinda weird #i kinda like it #all the shenanigans

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Blind Date Gaming: Bugs Bunny Collection

There was a time when Looney Tunes were like one of the staples of cartoons. They acted as an inspiration to other illustrators and paved the way for many of the cartoons we know today. As such, it's easy to understand why they were used in so many video games back in the old times. Nowadays they are more or less relinquished for cash grabs like the new Space Jam movie, but in the past...wait no, they were still cash grabs! Crud! There go my debate points on nostalgia! Well, I guess I at least have a case in point: meet today's blind date, Bugs Bunny Collection.

As it would turn out, this is a Japanese game that combines the thrilling action of a game just called 'Bugs Bunny' and its sequel with a clearly obvious name, 'Crazy Castle II'.

Man, the thumbnails look like they were the TI-83 calculator versions of the games

Oh-ho! A double date! Well, I'm not sure if dating the same-ish game twice counts as a double or not, but who cares! Semantics! Let's start with 'Bugs Bunny'. It's vague enough to be about nearly anything! Does it have to do with anvils? Outsmarting hunters? Understanding correct Google Maps directions to Albuquerque? Only one way to find out!

ok it's hotel mario

In a nutshell, you collect carrots by navigating doors, stairs, and pipes, avoiding enemies and using sparse attacking powerups to defend yourself. Out of a nutshell...uhhh...that's really it. There's no clever additions to the levels to spice things up or anything. About the only changes you get in the game is the count of Looney-Tune-themed enemies that want to walk into you. And sometimes that number is a ridiculous slap in the face (and I ain't talking slapstick, Looney-Tunes-type of slap).

Cats...cats everywhere

You can't tell from screenshots, but the controls are horrid. If you start to move down a staircase, you MUST walk down to the bottom. This makes avoiding foes your main issue. You can try to fight some enemies, but attack powerups are rare and the random items you can push into or onto them to defeat them are usually put in dumb locations that really don't foster their use. Enemies will stand still or gravitate back and forth without changing strategies. That sounds manageable, but they will stand still atop a pipe you need to go up, or other times they will refuse to go down pipes, blocking you off from a carrot you need to finish the level. Oh, and one hit and you die. One level had me racing to get a specific carrot before an enemy went up a specific pipe, as he would be stuck forever up there on a 2-tile wide platform. The saving grace for most of the game is that you can, for whatever logical reason, enter a pipe at the same time as an enemy and navigate through without getting hurt. You'll be using the pipe invincibility to avoid a lot of enemies, so get used to watching slow pipe bulges a lot. (That sentence sounds so gross...)

I'm sure there's some lame pun about getting a hare clog in these pipes, but I am plumb out of good puns

So there are 80 levels of this boring, mind-numbing game with shoddy controls and crappy music. And I, like an absolute goon, sat through them all. Some were ridiculously hard, most were simple. Difficulty wasn't linear either, because of course it wasn't! The cherry on top, though, was the lackluster ending that captured my sentiments of this game perfectly:

Brings tears to my eye. And like I mean that I am crying because I want those 2 hours of my life back, dangit

Ugh. Anyway. Let's go to the next! Maybe the programmers learned from their mistakes and improved their formula for Cah-razy Castle part deux!

This one has a story and cutscenes! Far as I can tell, a big doofy-looking witch kidnapped a duplicate of Bugs in drag and locked her in a castle that really doesn't look particularly crazy to me. False advertising, man. Nothing wacky here, just like ring the doorbell and ask to see her gas meter, then find your femme self and bolt! Well, you WOULD, but the navigation of this castle is apparently bloody terrible.

This looks like a really intense DDR song

Luckily, the programming is a bit better this time for movement, and the graphics look a bit better. The core gameplay...well, it's exactly the same. Okay, you can now cross ropes, use a couple new tools to traverse the map, and utilize jump and warp pads to get around, but you still go in doors, avoid walking enemies, use pipes, and collect junk to finish levels. This time, it's keys instead of carrots (because this witch has like 200 different locks on her doors?). Attacking items are more plentiful now, too, and there are FAR fewer levels. So at least there are better experiences somewhere, right? So we good now?

This castle would never get past any house reseller's inspection with a plumbing layout like that

Of course not! Things are still repetitive. The programming is still clunky at times, like when controlling jump pads (which either launch you into space or gently set you 2 block above your position...on the same jump pad). Enemy AI is still atrocious. The icing on the stale, store-bought red velvet cake is the amazing glitch I somehow triggered that replaced the typical non-skippable 20-second clip of Bugs walking slowly to a door that plays after you beat a level with fragments of his head shooting into the sky like fireworks. Now, that would actually be an entertainment upgrade, but all fun halts since the game was caught in some infinite loop, essentially locking me on the end level screen.

I think I found more than 13 bugs here, fellas

So, I figured I'd earned a break after getting an acme-sized headache from these dumb games and just looked up the password to the last level. It wasn't too bad, actually kind of fun, but still had no new features. However! There was another level afterward, and it was a boss fight! You get to shoot arrows at Gruntilda,but man is she cheap. She's invincible most of the time and clips through walls faster'n Wile E. Coyote.

I feel like that's bad broom posture, but whatever. You look like the mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas.

After some rough-ups, I finally nailed her and got a much better ending than the first game. Though like I still don't know who this love interest is? Also, why are there 2 Cupids, and why do they aim like my teammates in Overwatch? It's cool, it looks like Bugs'll get to go on a date of his own after this one. Take her to Crazy White Castle or something.

I like to think Bugs is actually just doing some soul-trapping stare into the eyes of this poor female rabbit while doing some creepy heavy breathing and profuse sweating

Well dang. That was a big ol' adventure, one that I wish I purge from my mind. I'm actually one of the potentially few people who love collectathon-like games (which I guess this one counts as?), but like...please put the collecting in a decently coded and paced game. The lack of building game mechanics, poor controls, boring level design, and overall shoddiness makes me not want to go on a second date with Bugs here again. Although I know of at least one more Game Boy Looney Tunes game, so no escape here. The corporate overlords demand more money! And you should demand this Sprite of Passage for surviving through my whiny rant on a cruddy 90's portable video game!

someone get that catatonic cat a tonic

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keezree · 7 years

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okay here i am with more wizardmon head cannons because why the hell not amirite?some are NSFW ish?? but tame enough i guess?

-Wizardmon canonically can preform simple sleight of hand tricks (rabbit out of a hat, paper into doves etc.) So he sometimes will approach you at random with a cough to get your attention then he’ll do a fucking BOW, FLIP OFF HIS HAT WITH FLAIR AND THEN PULL OUT A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FOR YOU HOLY SHIT! -(he will always pull out your favourite flowers, he asked you a while back but you forgot and to this day you still think he just magically knows what sorts of flowers you like. he insists it IS just magic) - he WILL say “ta-dah!” The goof. -he will also do card tricks with you amongst other magic tricks. Some of them are actual magic because there’s no way he could have hidden that coin in your pocket. he was nowhere near you, he didn’t even touch you gosh! -He believes that this sort of “show” magic is just as important as magicky magic -He has a bit of a prankster side to him according to the wiki so he’ll do little pranks and things, nothing dangerous but just really silly things that he knows he can get away with. he doesn’t want to upset you and knows you wouldn’t get upset with him really but he wouldn’t want to risk it. -you wake up one day and open your fridge and all the words on the packaging of things has been charmed to read “Hello there :D” -if he draws or writes the :D face then it always has little stitches on it somehow even if he types it electronically.

- When he learns about april fools day he loses it and now it’s his favourite day besides halloween because you’re SUPPOSED TO PRANK PEOPLE WHAT A CONCEPT!

- He also canonically can read minds and so when you’re together or you look at him and a lewd thought crosses your mind he sort of just turns to you with this awful smug grin with this “really?” look in his eyes. - He will tease you about these things by feigning intimacy. he’ll pretend like he’s going to caress your leg or butt but then he’ll go to grab something else, a book behind you perhaps? (reaching towards your posterior) “well now, here’s something i’d love to get my hands on...This pencil, luckily it was right there behind you!” he sometimes magically makes an item behind you, sometimes impossibly large, how was that giant tome behind you??? it wasn’t there before? He’s doing on purpose! the goof! -when it comes to actual intimacy he’s such a shy mon! he’s interested but he gets so flustered! -Is unaware what intercourse is for humans and so you have to explain it and you get flustered and OH! You little goof ball you know what it is you’re just trying to tease me again! His grin is too big to hide. - You ask one day to hold his ungloved hand and it’s probably the most intimate thing he’ll do without being too shy. -Digimon supposedly have no reproductive organs however Wizardmon can learn transformation magic so he could give himself bits! Or perhaps because of Wizardmons unique nature he may have them already? Or this is an alternate universe where they do have genitals and ??? I don’t know i just like the idea of Wizardong being able to be a thing! -Never in a million years call it wizardong because he will either completely lose it laughing or he will never want to expose it again because he’ll never get the word out of his head. -He finds it hilarious if you call them bits because that is a currency in the digital world. -Despite how hard he tries it still has stitches on it ( if he uses magic to form genitals) -You have to take it sloooow with him. You must woo this mon with romance and candles and maybe incense and soft pillows. -Treat him gentle! soft kisses! cuddles! praise and hugs! He’s nervous and shy and he never, NEVER shows himself to anybody but he cares for you and wants to be close to you in any way and every way and wants to be a part of you so much but goodness! He so shy it’s so adorable. -He trusts you completely, you’d never hurt him or take advantage of him and that makes him love you all the more. -He’s not really the type to pussyfoot around things. if he has to say something he will. Like if someone is a cruel being or if he notices that there’s something wrong and you need help but good grief this guy has the hardest time saying sweet things to you. -The day he says “i love you” is such a big moment and he’s maybe shaking a little? though not enough for you to see, he grips his staff tightly to hide his hands trembling. he either looks anywhere but your face or looks directly into your eyes because if he chooses neither of these things to focus on he knows that the words won’t escape his mouth. -It has taken him weeks to work up the courage to say it because it feels so FINAL and he’s worried perhaps you’ll go seperate ways one day? (you won’t) and what if he’s only a crush to you? (he’s not) and all of these things whirl around inside his head but damn it if the world is going to end one day and he has found you in this lifetime then that MEANS something and he’s going to ACT on those feelings. enough is enough. he’s done arguing with himself. -The day he does say it seems all planned out. you know something is up but you’re not quite sure what. You trust that if he needs to say something or if he’s doing something then it’s probably best just to play along. -He knows you know, or maybe it’s just his nerves. Now he HAS to say it, there’s no backing out. -when you say it back there’s this huge weight lifted off his shoulders and that’s that. you say it to each other almost every morning and every night now. but in whispers. No one else hears because he wants only your ears to hear it. (help my heart! fuck what am i doing to myself) -he really likes onesies, like adult onesies that can be animal forms with hoods or high collars on them because they are like his suit but some of them are fleece? and you buy one for him one day when he gets uncomfortable being outside his suit when it’s being washed and he LOVES IT AND ITS SO SOFT AND NOW MAYBE HE WON’T TAKE IT OFF AND WEAR THIS INSTEAD OF HIS SUIT! GOSH DANG IT! -It has stars or moons or both and he ?????? It’s bLUEEE?? He can change it’s colour too if he wants woah!!! -He charms the moons and stars to shift around sometimes just for fun or practice or to see if you notice and when you do you’re enthralled and he’s happy he was able to make you smile gosh! DANG IT GOSH! -It’s so soft on him and you want to hug him all the time now. Well you did before but now he’s extra cuddly. -He is so smooool. he’s officially 4′9′’ I believe? -you can pick him up -you do pick him up! -He hates it, how embarrassing! -He loves it, you can carry him bridal style and he SHY??? -”Do you really have to keep picking me up? sigh... Well I suppose I’m in no position to stop you. If this is what you want.” he tilts his hats brim down to hide his smile -He can heal himself by stitching himself up? -If you know how to sew you will help him with places he can’t reach well, like his back. -He’s a bit embarrassed that you want to help him and if he has to take off any part of his suit to let you then he demands a blanket or uses his cape to cover himself. Even if you have been intimate or have seen his bare form before he will still always cover up. -He will never go swimming with you because he can’t. however if you take him to the beach and you’re in your swimwear he is completely torn between being unable to look away while at the same time he’s frustrated with himself that he’s ogling you. “Get it together mon! Geez! they’re not some piece of meat to be stared down hungrily. but...their butt is really nic-NO STOP!” -If and only if you were ever somehow alone swimming, maybe perhaps might maybe perchance he would TRY swimming but. BUT. he.would.wear.FLOATIES! those arm floaties that go around your biceps and he’d be a wretch about it the whole time, staring at them. no, glaring at them but you can’t help but think it’s cute and he KNOWS you think its cute and he’s “okay no that’s it I’m getting out of the water now. I’m perfectly fine over here on the towel.” -he gets back in because you’re there and jeez help your little heart he’s so fricken cute. -He needs five towels to dry off because he absorbed some of the water because he is made of fabric poor thing. Lord help him if he ever spills any sort of dark pigmented liquid on himself. -luckily he can use his magic to remove the stains. he’s had practice taking care of his plush doll body. -you want to call him nicknames and sweet endearing names but the only one you can think of is DOLL AND IS THAT VERY APPROPRIATE MAYBE JUST STICK WITH WIZZ??? he might get MAD or worse SAAAD! oh no! AHHH that’s it for now i need to go eat food and I have so many more but this is it for the second episode of mel rambles about plush wizard boy. tune in next time for another exciting episode of god damn it help my little heart this stitched little wizard fella gives me such complex feelings that it hurts but i love it anywaaaay okay byeeeee i love you and SEND ME YOUR HEAD CANNONS IF YOU HAVE ANY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! i need to hear about him all the time forever this is so unhealthy but i don’t caaaare he is my fuel that keeps my spirits fire ignited! He is like the night skyyyyy every time you look up at the stars each night it’s almost like you’re seeing it for the first time no matter how many times you look at it, it always feels new and magical and he gives me that exact same feeeeeling! hELP ME! i would use that line on him! For real i would nd i would WIN HIS HEART...CORE???YeAH! stop it mel fuck ok bye

#wizardmon #wizardmon headcannons #more headcanons #i love him god damn it #wizzy wizzy wizzy wizz #save yourselves

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Police confirm death of Frightened Rabbit singer Scott Hutchison

Police discovered body at Port Edgar near South Queensferry at 8.30pm on Thursday, with Hutchisons family informed

Police in Scotland have confirmed the death of Frightened Rabbit singer Scott Hutchison, after his body was discovered following his disappearance on Wednesday.

Police made the discovery at Port Edgar near South Queensferry in Edinburgh at 8.30pm on Thursday, with Hutchisons family informed. Hutchison, 36, was last seen at 1am on Wednesday, when he left the Dakota hotel in South Queensferry.

The band had posted a message on Twitter asking for anyone with information to contact police, adding: We are worried about Scott, who has been missing for a little while now. He may be in a fragile state and may not be making the best decisions for himself right now.

Fans sent messages of support, summed up by Hutchisons brother and bandmate, Grant, who told Radio X earlier this week: The supports been immense Theres nothing that is so insurmountable that we cant figure it out together and help you to get better and were all here for you and we all love you very much.

Scott Hutchison playing with second band Mastersystem on 28 April. Photograph: Danny Payne/Rex/Shutterstock

After hearing of his death, Frightened Rabbit posted a message on Instagram reading: There are no words to describe the overwhelming sadness and pain that comes with the death of our beloved Scott but to know he is no longer suffering brings us some comfort ... he leaves a legacy of hope, kindness and colour that will forever be remembered and shared.

Hutchison had addressed mental health difficulties in his songwriting. In an interview published on Noisey last week, he described his mood: Middling. On a day-to-day basis, Im a solid six out of 10. I dont know how often I can hope for much more than that. Im drawn to negatives in life, and I dwell on them, and they consume me.

In a 2016 interview, he spoke of experiencing anxiety attacks, and of how affected he was by his emotions: Ive always seen that kind of emotional turmoil as an illness. Its one that lasts for quite a long time and cant be fixed. You know, you describe it as a hurt why would you describe it as that if it werent actually painful? Its not just mental torment.

Hutchison formed Frightened Rabbit initially as a solo project in 2003, before Grant joined him to record their debut album in 2006. The band expanded to a five-piece, and amassed a loyal following for their soul-baring, emotionally rich songwriting, including Aaron Dessner of US band the National who produced their most recent album, 2016s Painting of a Panic Attack Dessner said he was devastated, and called Hutchison a dear soul and a brilliant songwriter.

Robert Smith of the Cure had invited them to appear at Meltdown festival, which he is curating in London in June, and the band were also set to support US singer-songwriter Father John Misty in concert in May.

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Hutchison had recently completed a tour with the band to celebrate the 10th anniversary of their breakthrough 2008 album, The Midnight Organ Fight, and another with his other band, Mastersystem. He had recently spoken of plans for a sixth Frightened Rabbit album, saying: I would like for that to be finished by the end of the year.

Among tributes to the singer, the radio DJ Edith Bowman tweeted: You ok fella? Sending love and a shoulder if you need it to Scott after his final messages wrote on Twitter: Cant really believe Im reading this. Saddest awakening ever. Love and best wishes to all the Hutchison and Frabbit family.

Stuart Murdoch from Scottish band Belle and Sebastian wrote: Tragic news about Scott Hutchison. The whole music community in Scotland was praying for a different outcome. Folks, if you are up against it, having dark thoughts, please tell someone, family, a friend or a doctor. There is always another way, though it might not seem like it. Mogwais Stuart Braithwaite said Hutchison was a lovely, warm talented guy and was loved by so many people, while Franz Ferdinands Alex Kapranos called his death a terrible loss.

In the UK, the Samaritans can be contacted on 116 123. In the US, the National Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273-8255. In Australia, the crisis support service Lifeline is on 13 11 14. Hotlines in other countries can be found here.

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[HR] [SF] Spence - Chapter 2

‘Fore we got rid of Dr. McFuckknuckle and The Three Stooges, went through all their things and vehicles. No identification at all.

That tablet thing ‘Curly’ had was, along with bein’ a tracker for Spence, a maintenance console kinda thing. Get back to that here in a minute.

The doc’s car had some real interestin’ toys inside. Was a laptop, set up on a stand like in a police vehicle. Opened it up, and it lit up fine, but wanted a password, or a fingerprint. Lucky for me, once I pried open ol’ doc’s torn off hand and cleaned it up a mite, the thumbprint from that did the trick. Couple minutes of tinkerin’ got me my thumbprint authorized jest fine. Tossed that hand back over by its former owner. Spence followed the toss with his head, and chuffed. ‘Good riddance to bad rubbish, right?’ He cocked his head at me, like he was thinkin’ that over.

Was a leather folder which had some papers, a small black nylon toolbag, and a power cord/adapter for keeping the laptop charged.

Plugged the laptop up in the shack, ‘fore we headed out to get rid of the trash.

Loaded the dead weight into the back of that SUV, jerry-rigged a tow for the doc’s car, got ready to haul out into the back-country. Plenty of room for Spence in the back seat. Opened the door and said ‘C’mon bud. It’s garbage day.’ Spence kinda ‘chuffed’, would not get in.

‘You gonna stay here, slick?’

<chuff>

Goddamn, he was sayin’ no.

‘Fair enough, you plenty fast, bud. Follow me.’

Headed out, and Spence was a joy to see in motion. He’d rocket out ahead, swoop around and jet right back. He was playin’ with his lil ol’ slow human. Such a cat, that guy. Wiseass.

Got to where we was gonna dump this sack o’ assholes, and made sure to kick Dr. MFK in the ribs until my leg was tired. Not that it bothered him much, made me feel better.

Not gonna get too detailed on where/how all that was dealt with. Some things are best left unsaid ... but no one is ever gonna find them, or their vehicles ... and there are a couple-three less incendiary grenades left.

Was a long walk back, but Spence had a time. He’d spot a jack-rabbit, start up that chittery thing he does, and off he’d go. Chase the poor lil bugger for a while, and then he’d stop, let that jack run off, look back at me, and speed on back. Keepin’ an eye on his human. Saw a buzzard off on high, ridin’ the thermals. Guess we wasn’t the only ones takin’ care of dead meat today.

Just managed to beat the rain, and nightfall when we got back home.

Was time to get back to those ‘stay tuned’ things, so made up some coffee, and started snoopin’.

That laptop and those papers had some info, but the rest here is some wild-ass-guessin’:

Spence is a ‘prototype weapons system.’ Was the only one that ‘was successful’. Seems ‘they’ (not clear on who ‘they’ really is, but ‘they’ had some deep pockets, as Dr. MFK didn’t seem to have much problem keepin’ the lights on) had built some kinda ’AI’. Too bad for ‘they’, this AI? That dog won’t hunt. Couldn’t manage to ‘code a hunting instinct.’ Some bright-boy lab rat fella decided to ‘look into the feline mind’ to get that ‘hunter/killer’ code.

Dr. MFK was that lab rat. Pretty sure the process died with him. Small favors.

Seems the idea that he come up with was what he called a ‘matrix’ that this AI thing could run in, and the cat ‘code’ part could be copied in there, to give them that missin’ piece. There warn’t no ‘organic’ Spence left in that shiny body, from what I could figger. Just that matrix thing, swaddled up in Spence’s metal and silicon innards, with Spence and that AI all mixed up together.

He also figgered out that ferals and cats not raised ... whaddyacallit ... underfoot? Well, not bonded to humans, they wasn’t gonna work either.

Bastard slaughtered a lot of cats. ‘Spence, Ima thinkin’ the Doc here got off light.’ Spence chuffed again. Ima guessin’ this time he was agreein’ with me.

Spence was a smart fella before, but now he’s scary smarter. Still good company. Conversation is nice, just too damn big for lap-sittin’.

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[SIGNAL SCAN IN PROGRESS]

[SIGNAL DETECTED]

[SIGNAL TRIANGULATION ENGAGED]

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Also figgered out that the tools in that bag were for openin’ up maintenance ports and the like on Spence’s chrome carcass. One of them had a port for connectin’ that little maintenance console up. Told ya I’d get back to that. Was able to find the tracker tag they had plugged into Spence. Pulled that sumbitch out and unhooked its battery. Put that all away in the toolbag. Oh yeah, Spence is stealth. I can’t claim to understand how it works, but I read that, and tried to take a picture with my old digital camera, and all I could see was a kinda washed out blur, like the lens was smudged. Does the same kinda thing to radar signals and the like, but I ain’t got no way to test that. The black magic don’t extend to regular optical cameras, but that’s ok. Hell, I wanna be able to see him.

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[TRIANGULATION INCOMPLETE]

[SIGNAL LOST]

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Feelin’ kinda proud of myself at this point, so I closed Spence back up, grabbed a beer, and hit my chair. Spence sat on my left, and leaned his head on my leg. Put my hand on his ear, and he buzzed that purr of his, and lightly thumped his tail. We listened to the rain, until it faded out.

That was pretty close to the last time we felt peaceful.

Thinkin’ that ‘they’ might want to collect on their spendin’, and scoop up Spence. Yeah, well, fellas. Gonna have to go thru me first. Ima thinkin’ we two gonna hit the road. Dunno where to yet, but ‘they’ probably got the shack already nailed down. Also thinkin’ about that buzzard.

Next day, shit to do. Told Spence to guard the shack, and I’d be back. He chuffed and ima sure that was his version of an eye-roll. Walked down to the highway. Waved down the bus. Took that to the city (the other direction from town), and bought a new-to-me truck, with a camper shell on the back. Figgered that would give Spence some cover from all the lookie-loos.

Once I was back home, towed the trusty old truck out to the back-country, for a hero’s funeral. Couple less incendiaries. At least this time, didn’t need to walk back. Yep, could still see that circlin’ bird. Like that paintin’ ... this is not a pipe, and that ain’t no buzzard. Spence was chasin’ jack-rabbits again. I stopped the truck.

‘Spence!’ He spun around and come runnin’ back. ‘Hey bud. Ima thinkin’ you understand me a lot more than you used to. See that?’ I kinda pointed up the bird’s way. Spence’s head tracked the lazy circles for a bit, and then he looked back at me, head cocked. ‘Yep. Ima thinkin’ we on borrowed time. Those ‘they’ fellas are watchin’.’ He thought on that, and gave me a chuff. ‘Time to go, old fella’.’ He didn’t make a sound this time. Just cocked his head, like he does... and then walking over and givin’ me a head bump on my leg. Understood that perfect. I opened up the door, and he jumped in the back of the double-cab.

Got back home, and started packin’ up.

Got my back-country hikin’ gear. Packed some boxes with non-perishables. Loaded up the jugs of water I already had. Wrapped up our little armory in some tarps. Stowed that laptop and the other gear in my pack. Made sure my scatter-gun was loaded and handy. Was just finishing securing ever’thin’ down, when Spence made his chitter sound, looking back towards the road to the highway.

‘Goddammit, guess we outta time, bud. You stay here, in the truck. Let’s see what these assholes are up to.’

<chuff>

It looked to be one of the staties’ prowlers. I got no problem with the real authorities, but I made sure my sawed-off was in easy, hidden reach.

Prowler pulled to a stop. Could see two folks inside. In my experience with the staties, there’s usually only one per car. Somethin’ is not right here.

They both got out. ‘Good afternoon, sir.’

‘Afternoon officers, can I help you fellas?’

‘Yessir. We are out here, working with the rangers, letting people know that there is a very dangerous wild animal in the area. Have you noticed any signs? Any lost livestock? Pets? Anything like that?’

The one talkin’ was bein’ real calm and reassurin’ and walkin’ over easy like, with a nice, friendly grin. The other one was kinda off to the side, movin’ slow and steady, kinda like he was tryin’ to flank me... lookin’ everywhere but at me. Noticed that their sidearms were not the standard statie issue, but more like smaller versions of the Stooges’ weapons, with extended magazines. This is not a pipe, and these ain’t staties.

From where they was at, they couldn’t get a clear view of Spence, but he saw them. I could see him trackin’ their progress from the corner of my eye.

‘Well sir, don’t have any livestock to speak of. Was out hikin’ some today. Didn’t see no varmints bigger than a jack-rabbit.’ Was edgin’ my hand over to the sawed-off.

The chatty one smiled bigger, and started to reply, when the sneaky one finally got to where he saw Spence. He grabbed at his shoulder mike, and they both reached down for their weapons, but they never had a chance. I was spinning behind the truck, grabbin’ my scatter-gun, but I never even got it pulled.

I knew Spence was fast, but the last time he did this, I didn’t see the details. My buddy Spence is a beautiful goddamn chrome murder machine.

Spence went right through the side window of the camper shell. He tore into Sneaky, snipped both hands off clean, and slashed his throat deep, all in one move. Sneaky dropped, no sound but wet chokin’. Never even keyed the mike. Spence was over on Smiley in less than a heartbeat, before he could even get turned. Spence took that gunhand clean, and dropped ol’ Smiley on his back, and held him there, front paws on his shoulders, with the claws slid in for purchase, pressin’ down. Spence smiled, if you can call a mouthful of steely razors smilin’.

It was quiet, ‘cept for Spence’s metallic chirr, and Smiley’s sobs, as he clutched the stub with his remaining hand, ghost white face locked on Spence.

I walked over with my scatter-gun on my shoulder. Put a hand on Spence’s head and rubbed that ear. He thumped my leg once with his tail, not moving anything else.

Knelt down a little off to the side, up by Smiley’s head.

‘Son, meet Spence. Now, you and me? We gonna have us a little come-to-Jesus meetin’.’

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