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I’ve been thinking about this prompt for awhile now, but I’d like to hear your takes on it!
if say another event like lost in the book happened but instead of stitch, they meet Winnie the Pooh and his friends— which of the cast do you think would relate most to the characters?
I uh 😅 don’t know a lot about Winnie the Pooh or its characters, so my thoughts here are based on very, veeery basic understandings of them.
Pooh — His defining trait is his loyalty and willingness to help others, so I automatically don’t see many of the NRC boys relating to Pooh’s softness. He might be a better fit with one of the light cosmic element boys (Kalim, Silver, even Rook) or Yuu.
Piglet — He’s soft spoken and always nervous or worrying about something. I think of Epel and Idia as the "soft spoken" ones of the group, but Idia is the more generally anxious one. Epel's only really "shy and meek" when he's forced to act more polite; his true personality is much rowdier and more stubborn.
Tigger — Tigger is bright and enthusiastic. Any number of the cheerier members of the main cast could fit here with him: Cater, Kalim, etc. I would say Sebek (at least when it's a Malleus-related task or sentiment) works.
Eeyore — The most “different” of the Pooh cast; Eeyore tends to be down in the dumps and/or unenthusiastic. I see Idia and Leona best relating to Eeyore, since the former is usually pessimistic about everything while the latter has depressive symptoms that he usually masks with arrogant confidence.
Rabbit — Prideful and stubborn self-appointed leader, but ready to hop into action when he is called upon. Most of the dorm leaders could honestly slot in nicely here, particularly Riddle (whom we see in book 6 trying to be the "leader" of his group with Azul and has a generally very rigid way of thinking).
Kanga and Roo — Loving mother and curious, adventurous son duo. Various combinations can work here, although each pairing kind of represents a different kind of parent-child or general familial relationship. (Vil and Epel, Trey and Riddle, Idia and Ortho, Leona and Cheka, Jamil and Kalim, etc.) It really depends on how you want to look at it.
Owl — A know-it-all who actually dispenses the wrong information more often than not. I'd say Lilia or Jade is most Owl-like. They're the most likely to share false knowledge, but unlike Owl, it doesn't come from a place of genuinely not knowing but rather purposefully fucking up the information to mess with people.
Christopher Robin — A kind and helpful boy who shares his stories with the animals of the 100 Acre Woods. I wasn’t sure if I should include him here, but the Disney website lists him as a core member of the cast so I thought, “might as well!” Since Christopher Robin is the "odd one out" who shares stories with everyone, which i think it suits Yuu (the photographer/one who records memories) quite well.
#twst#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#question#Winnie the Pooh#Pooh bear#Piglet#Tigger#Owl#Rabbit#Christopher Robin#Kanga#Roo#Eeyore#Yuu#Silver#Kalim Al-Asim#Jamil Viper#Scarabia#Rook Hunt#Leona Kingscholar#Cater Diamond#Riddle Rosehearts#Trey Clover#Idia Shroud#Ortho Shroud#Ignihyde#Epel Felmier
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Ya'll remember the Tigger Movie?
(you thought I was finally going to talk about Mulan but no, it is Autumn, therefore the Tigger Movie)
The Tigger Movie had no right to be as good as it was.
Especially because nowadays, people love the "chosen" family trope.
But the connotations of that trope can sometimes be really selfish. Like, "I've decided to pick and choose who I'm committed to based on who's committed to me--" but sometimes your birth family is committed to you. They just don't agree with everything you do, or find you pleasant 100% of the time, or enjoy all the exact same things you enjoy. So then some people go "nope, I choose my own family! They never find me annoying and they like all the same things I like and they are just generally more like me than my birth family."
...and that's how Tigger feels at the beginning of the movie.
He's like "I wish I could find others like me." Instead of focusing on the people around him who are his family already; they choose to love him, they choose to put up with his flaws, and they choose to celebrate his good points, too. They already chose him. They even try to dress up like Tiggers because they think it'll make him happy--they try to be "more like Tigger" not because they really want to, but to pander to his emotions.
But of course it doesn't work, and that might've been what Tigger wanted, but real families (who love unconditionally) know that what their loved ones want isn't always actually the best thing for them.
What was actually best for Tigger was to look at the good thing he already had, even if it wasn't perfect, and love the people who already chose him.
Even Roo has the same moment, where his adoration for Tigger makes him start to think a bit like Tigger--and he says, "I wish I had a big brother like Tigger!" And his mom (who is the best) goes, "why wish that, when you have a Tigger like Tigger?"
The truth is, all family is "chosen" family. To be a family, you have to selflessly love the people in it more than you care about what they think of you, and you have to focus on what's really good for them instead of what they feel like having in the moment.
There comes a point when birth parents have to decide to love their kid like that. Flaws and all. There comes a moment when kids have to decide to love their birth parents like that. Flaws and all. Same thing with brothers and sisters.
So then the question is, what are you basing your choice on? Do you want everyone to fit your ideal and your reality? Or do you want people who will love you selflessly, even if they sometimes get annoyed with your flaws? Even if they're not on the same wavelength as you, and therefore always easy to be around?
I mean, the most wonderful thing about this movie is that both parties are learning something. Pooh, Eeyore, and even Rabbit are all learning that even though they love Tigger, they have to do an even better job of showing it; they have to remember to be kind even when Tigger annoys them or his recklessness breaks their stuff. And then Tigger has to learn what I said already: that he already has people who are his family, because they’re there for him, even if they aren’t doing it perfectly or lose their tempers or like different things than he does.
And the fact that it’s set in Autumn? With Winter around the corner, and all this pressure to “prepare” for winter? That forces all of the characters to make choices: either they focus on their own stuff, or focus on their loved ones’ stuff. Tigger kicks it off by focusing on his own stuff (he wrecks the machine they’re trying to use to help Eeyore so that they’ll hang out with him faster) and then every other character has to drop their stuff (their winter preparations) in order to find Tigger when he goes missing, or help try and explain to him that he doesn’t have other family—
The truth is, when they focus on themselves, things go badly. When Tigger focuses on himself, he distracts the people who love him from taking care of their responsibilities. And when they refuse to focus on Tigger’s crisis, he gets even more confused and tangled up. But when everyone focuses on “outdoing one another in love,” they are acting like a family—and getting through the winter together. You can focus on what others need—and the hope is, they will focus on what you need. (Not want. Need.)
UGH THIS MOVIE IS SO GOOD
#The tigger movie#tigger#Winnie the Pooh#tigger movie#the most wonderful thing about tiggers#the only one#chosen family#chosen family trope#Disney#Disney meta#meta#character analysis#rambling#long post#writing#storytelling#real Disney
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Hundred Acre Kingdom: Prologue Teaser
I started expanding on my Hundred Acre Kingdom story for print now that tigger is in public domain. Kessie and Gopher will be changed, they’re still very much all Disney.
If you didn’t see the original story post years ago, this is the story of Christopher Robin’s daughter and the world she creates after she gets her father’s childhood toys. With a more adventurous imagination, she creates a world of knights, castles and monsters. This isn’t a horror film (though those adaptations get the most attention). Instead, it’s a coming of age story about what we inherit from others and finding our own paths.
I’m planning to self publish this for myself and anyone who cares to read it. It’ll probably be limited once it comes out.
Anyway, here’s a first draft of the new opening prologue for the book.
The Hundred Acre Kingdom
“I knew when I met you an adventure was going to happen.”
― A.A. Milne
Prologue
The covers were a poor defense. She knew that, but pulled them close all the same. As the thunder rolled closer, it was only a matter of time before it found its way to her home. Destroying the door to and pouring inside. Lightning striking the walls, tearing down all the comforts decorating the hallway. All to make its way to her room and take her away to the darkness outside. The Noise outside was proof enough of the sky’s intent. Loud, desperate and hateful that it hadn’t found her yet. Yes, the covers were a very poor defense.
“Tut, tut little one.” Her father told her. “It’ll pass in good time.”
His ignorance of the threat outside was laughable. How could anyone be so calm with the storm so close to finding them? However, his words were a distraction. And a distraction of any kind was welcomed.
“I was just as afraid when I was your age, but you come to enjoys the thunder after a while.”
“I’m not afraid.” She nearly snapped in a whisper. “I’m just, wary.”
Her father smiled. “Well, when I was wary, I had some friends who would help me through it. Would you like to meet them?”
The girl barely paid attention to his words. A flicker of light lit up the room for a second. The threat was closer. Checking windows. Trying to find any trace of her. Time was running out.
“This one, he was always so afraid.” The man continued. “But his friend was always by his side to help keep him calm.”
The thunder had lost its way. Confused. They were safe for a little while. The girl looked to her father to see him holding a stuffed pig and bear. Old and ragged. They looked up at her with curious eyes. He placed them on the bed with her.
“These are your friends?”
“They were, a long time ago.”
She lifted up the pig. He was a small creature, but not without charm.
“Piglet.” Her father said. “On account of his size.” The girl smiled at this as her father stood up from the bed. “They’ll keep you safe through the night, and you can do the same for them I’m sure.” He looked at her, waiting for an answer to a question he didn’t ask.
The girl looked at the bear and the pig. The covers wouldn’t help, but reinforcements would.
“Yes.” She responded. “I’m sure I can.”
With that, her father left the room, closing their door behind him. The rain still poured outside. Gently hitting the window and roof. For a moment, it was peaceful. Until a shattering boom was heard. The girl pulled the covers closer and looked to the window. Everything went silent again, except for a low whimper from the side of her bed. She looked over to find the bear. Quivering, paws over its head and eyes tightly closed.
“I don’t think it’s found us yet.” She reassured him to no effect.
“He’ll be like that for a while mum.” The pig, Piglet had moved to the window. Peaking outside. “Looks like pure fury, but he’s nothing but fluff.”
“Don’t look out the window, it’ll see you.” The girl warned the pig.
“Looks to have lost our scent.” He leaped from the window and walked to the bear. “But if it comes back, I’ll be ready.” Piglet scratched the bear’s head. “And you’ll find bravery then, won’t you cub?”
The bear raised his head and nuzzled Piglet. He was large, but gentle with the small swine. Another flicker of light outside sent the bear into trembles. He looked to the girl. Eyes pleading for her to do anything to help. All she could offer, was a hand, to which the bear licked affectionately.
“We should pass the time then.” Piglet suggested.
“With what?”
Piglet leaned against the bear as if relaxing in the grass. He placed his hands on his stomach and thought.
“A story would be nice.” He offered.
“Something adventurous?”
“That would be preferred if you’re able Miss…What should I call you?”
The girl thought this over. Not a strange question, but to be asked by a pig seemed like a unique situation.
“Clover, you can call me clover.”
Piglet nodded. “We’ll, Miss Clover. Tell us a story of adventure and courage and when the rolling thunder is done searching, I’ll take you beyond this fortress to real adventures waiting outside.”
“Along with the bear?” Clover found herself growing excited.
“Of course, can’t leave our steed.”
As Piglet rested and the rain passed, Clover spun a story of perilous events and wondrous places. It was the first of many that she would share with her new friends. Eventually, light shone through the dark clouds, and the rolling terror was long forgotten. Now it was time to go outside with the bear and Piglet, and ride off into the vast woods. Making discoveries and creating their own stories. Of which, there would be many.
#hasani#art#hasani walker#winnie the pooh#hundred acre kingdom#hundred acre woods#christopher robin#writing#book#novel#Story#piglet#tigger#eeyore#pooh bear#fiction#public domain
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no, brenna. we are not on tumblr rn. we are writing. stop. go back to the google doc right this minute
#tigger walking away sadly gif#okayyyy#but really i am enjoying writing in the morning i rarely do that#writing
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"The Love Bug" - Rabbit/Tigger Fluff
Tigger shows up at Rabbit's house sick as can be, convinced he's not got a cold but a "Love Bug" for Rabbit. Rabbit takes care of him as best he can while powering through Tigger's seemingly nonsensical ramblings. I had a lottt of fun writing this one, I'm an absolute sucker for scenarios like this. I hope you enjoy :3.
Windstorms were nothing new to the hundred acre wood. In fact, Rabbit treasured a good night inside. Alone, warm, safe from the winds. A pot of vegetable soup was simmering on the stove, he had a cup of black tea with just the perfect amount of sugar. He sat down in front of his fireplace, cup in hand, ready to unwind… when a dull knock at his door interrupted him. Rabbit sighed, set the cup of tea down on the ottoman in front of his chair. As he walked towards his door, he wondered who would be foolhardy enough to venture out in a storm like this. He opened the door and who stood in the doorway shivering like the leaves that flew off the trees? None other than Tigger.
“Tigger! What are you doing out in a storm like this?! Are you trying to catch a cold!?” Rabbit shouted.
Rabbit opened his mouth to start lecturing him again but stopped as he noticed something was amiss. He was still standing on his own two feet and Tigger hadn’t even tried to bounce him. In fact Tigger didn’t even reply to him at first. He took a long look at the tiger. His tail was dragging behind him on the ground, his cheeks were bright red and his eyes looked sunken in. He looked dreadful.
“Tigger… are you alright?” Rabbit asked, softening his tone of voice.
Tigger simply shuffled into the house. Rabbit closed the door gently behind him, leading him to the chair by the fireplace. Tigger sunk into the cushy chair, shivering even as the heat from the fire radiated onto him.
“My word… you’re sick as a dog. Why in the world did you walk all the way over here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” Rabbit asked as he stepped away to retrieve a blanket for the poor tiger.
“I’m n-not sick like I usually get, Ra-Ra.” Tigger finally spoke up, punctuating his sentence with a sneeze.
“Yes, it’s much worse. I can see that.” Rabbit said. He spread the blanket out, neatly tucking the soft, fuzzy covers over Tigger as he warmed himself by the fire.
“No, no you got it all wrong! I’m not sick. I got b-bit by the love bug!” Tigger proclaimed.
Rabbit brought a hand to Tigger’s forehead and sighed. “You’re burning up, you can’t be thinking straight.”
“I mean it! I woke up this morning feeling something dreadful… absolutely miserabible. But all I could think about was you, all afternoon. S-So that’s why I had to come see ya!” Tigger sneezed again, prompting Rabbit to set a box of tissues on his lap.
Still unconvinced that anything Tigger said was genuine, Rabbit continued to make sure he had things in order to make Tigger comfortable. The soup was nearly done. Tigger’s timing was always impeccable one way or another.
“So you woke up feeling ill and you thought of me. What’s that supposed to prove? You probably knew I’d be the one best suited to help nurse you back to health is all.” Rabbit said.
Rabbit switched his stove off, ladling a healthy portion of the veggie soup into a bowl. He took a seat on the ottoman and sat facing Tigger. He kept staring at him with focus like he’d never seen before. He had a dreamy look in his eyes… Rabbit didn’t know what he could be thinking in that silly head of his.
“Do you think you can eat on your own?” Rabbit asked.
“Well, how am I supposed to eat if you tucked me in all snuglike?” Tigger asked.
Rabbit rolled his eyes. Even stricken will illness Tigger couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Rabbit gingerly raised a spoon to Tigger’s mouth, feeling a smile tug at his lips as the tiger ate and purred. He could imagine the soup was doing wonders to warm him up.
“You got real pretty eyes, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said as Rabbit drew the spoon back into the bowl.
Rabbit shrugged. “Yes, yes. You’re going to have to play up this whole ‘love bug’ act if you want me to believe a word of it.”
“I mean it! Usually I only get to see you looking kinda angry. You look sweeter than honey right now, doing all this for me.”
Rabbit’s face started to mirror Tigger’s as he looked down at the bowl.
“Oh! Look at that, empty. I better go wash this up.” Rabbit said before hastily walking back to the kitchen.
He’s totally out of it, don’t take what he says seriously. Rabbit thought to himself. Rabbit took his sweet time, really scrubbing the bowl as clean as he possibly could. Tigger had just eaten out of it after all! He had to be sure it was extra clean so he wouldn’t get sick. That’s what he told himself as he bought more time to regain his composure. Rabbit made his way back to Tigger who was gazing into the fire, his tail swaying lazily behind him.
“Alright, you’ve eaten. I’ll let you have the bed tonight, I’m not about to make you walk all the way home… However, if you’re going to be sleeping in my bed. I’m giving you a bath first.” Rabbit said.
He expected shouts of protest, bargaining, even a sudden surge in energy that led Tigger to bounce right back to his house. He never expected to hear:
“Okiedoke, Long Ears. It’s your bed after all.”
Rabbit’s eyes snapped to Tigger and studied him. He just had that dreamy look on his face, like his mind was a mile away. A mile away and full of thoughts about… him. He shook his head.
“Oh, I-I… I mean it! A really good scrubbing! I-It helps you get better faster, getting all the grime off of you.” Rabbit said.
Tigger was unfazed. “Well, sure! If it’ll help me feel better.”
Now Rabbit was truly worried. Rather he was far, far sicker than he was letting on or this… ridiculous notion of some sort of “Love Bug” was true. He couldn’t think of a world in which Tigger agreed to a bath. While Rabbit’s brain worked overtime trying to make sense of the situation Tigger was a lump on the couch, head in the clouds. Rabbit brought the washbasin into the living room and began to boil water for the bath. Once it was heated up, he poured the pots of hot water into the basin and filled the rest with cool water until a hot and steamy, but comfortable bath was filled. Once it was filled Tigger unwrapped the blankets from around himself and slowly got to his feet. A few shaky steps later, he was sinking into the tub. He let out a long, deep sigh as the hot water surrounded him.
Rabbit approached the tub like it would explode if he walked too fast. Some part of him expected Tigger to leap out of the tub at any moment, but he only seemed to grow more lax as he stood behind him and began to scrub the tiger’s fur with a soft brush. Beneath his gentle scrubbing, he felt Tigger’s muscles relaxing.
“You’d go and do all this for me… No wonder this ol’ love bug’s got me thinking of you.” Tigger mumbled.
Rabbit sighed. He’d never been so close to Tigger before. Well, not like this anyway. The tiger’s body was usually a blur of motion. To see him relax like this was a rare sight. As Rabbit scrubbed Tigger’s back, he seemed to tense up just a bit as he drew closer to his tail. Rabbit decided to get back at the silly tiger by teasing him some. He set the brush aside and stroke up the length of Tigger’s tail from the base to the black tip, eliciting a shaky sigh from him.
“C-Careful, Bunny Boy! My tail’s real sensitive ya know?” Tigger shuddered.
“Oh I’m just trying to get it clean! You dragged it on the ground the whole way over here.” Rabbit said.
He let his fingers run over the length of his tail one last time before he let Tigger have some reprieve. He was still sick after all, so he shouldn't push him so much.
Finally, Rabbit poured water over Tigger, rinsing off the bubbles. Tigger stood from the tub and Rabbit gently worked a towel into his damp fur until it was reasonably dry. While Rabbit rubbed the soft, warm towel over him, Tigger purred like a motorboat. With Tigger fed and clean, it was time to get him the rest he needed. Rabbit led Tigger to his bed.
“Well, there it is. I’ll be on the chair by the fireplace so don’t hesitate to yell if you need something.” Rabbit said.
Tigger slinked into the bed, sliding under the soft comforter and making himself comfy with one of Rabbit’s feather pillows. Rabbit turned to leave when Tigger suddenly called out.
“Wait!”
Rabbit turned to face Tigger, raising his eyebrows.
“Can you… I mean… You’re not just gonna leave me alone, are ya?” Tigger asked.
“Tigger, you’re sick. If I spend the night here with you I’m certain to fall ill tomorrow.” Rabbit crossed his arms.
“Oh c’mon, Bunny Boy. Please? I can’t sleep without you around.” Tigger pleaded.
Rabbit stared at him. He knew if he got into that bed and lay with Tigger, he’d certainly get sick. He knew he should just ignore his pleas, go back to his chair and tomorrow Tigger would wake up with his senses about him. Yes, he should have just went back to his chair.
“...Fine.” Rabbit mumbled.
If Tigger was in good health he would’ve bounced right through the ceiling. Instead though, he saved what little strength he had left to cling to Rabbit the moment he slipped beneath the covers to join him. Rabbit sighed as he settled into the embrace. Tigger was holding onto him for dear life, like he was worried if he wasn’t hanging on, Rabbit would disappear. His body was like a radiator, warming the blanket and Rabbit himself as he lay there. Tigger was purring so hard it actually sent tiny vibrations through Rabbit’s body. He fell asleep quickly, almost forgetting why he was reluctant to lay with him in the first place.
The next morning the reminder of why he had hesitated so much hit him like a truck. Rabbit’s head was pounding, his body felt hot and heavy as molten iron and to make it all worse… a very energetic Tigger was standing over his bed with a plate of toast in hand.
“Mornin’, Long Ears! Man you were a lifesaver last night! I feel like a million buckaroos!” Tigger exclaimed
Rabbit glared at him and took a deep breath before screaming.
“TIGGER!!!!!!!!!”
Any smart resident of the woods would’ve been sent running. Ordinarily anyway. Tigger knew Rabbit needed his help, despite how upset he was. So he spent the entire day mirroring the care the Rabbit had given him. He cooked meals, cleaned up around the house, he even managed to reheat the soup from last night without burning the house down! By the time night came, and Rabbit was fast asleep in his bed, Tigger walked out of the house, gently closing Rabbit’s front door behind him. The memories of the night Rabbit cared for him were vivid in his mind. Though it was silly before, Tigger bounced away thinking to himself that now, maybe he really had caught the love bug for ol’ Long Ears.
#rabbit (wtp)#rabbit wtp#wtp rabbit#winnie the pooh#winnie the pooh rabbit#tigger#winnie the pooh tigger#rabger#rabbit/tigger#fanfic#fan fiction#fluff#This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now tbhh#I'm glad I got around to finally writing it
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Dug out an old computer that can play DVDs.
Tigg's claimed ownership.
>:(
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At the time of this writing there are exactly 80 days until Tigger from Winnie the Pooh enters the US public domain.
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Writer’s Block (Standalone)
She sat in silence staring intently at the screen in front of her. It was blank. Her brows furrowed in concentration as her fingers hovered over the keyboard. The cursor flashed before her, yet to be pushed across the screen by a flurry of eloquent words. It was there one second and then gone. There and gone. There and gone. A silent taunt.
“Ugh!” she groaned, her arms flopping to her sides, as she fell back in her chair, shoulders sagging.
Why was this so hard?
Eyes closed, she rolled her neck, using one hand to try to release some of the tension.
Then, she sat up. She had an idea. She strode over to the cabinet in the next room and opened one of the glass doors. With pursed lips, she studied her options and finally making a decision, she pulled a large black disc out of its sleeve and gently placed it in the contraption sitting on the cabinet surface.
She placed the needle on the record and the room filled with the sound of a Spanish guitar. Grabbing the almost life-sized stuffed animal on the couch, she positioned herself. Then, they began. They tangoed up and down the living room and then finally back into her office space where she flopped back into her chair with an exhale of laughter.
Her chest fell and rose quickly as her heart and lungs fought to replenish her body with oxygen. She fanned her face with a smile as the song came to an end.
“Tigger, you make an excellent dance partner!”
She sent the compliment over her shoulder to the plush tiger now being squashed between her and the chair. Mid-song, he had been repositioned to dance (flail) behind her, with his arms around her neck, and so in her exhaustion, she had flopped right down on him. The moment he complained, she would move.
Leaning forward, she interlocked her fingers and pushed, stretching her arms, shoulders and back with a grunt. She scooched her chair forward and repositioned to begin typing. Finally, her fingers made contact with the keys and a sentence began to form on the screen:
“It is a truth--”
She stopped. With a grimace, she pressed down on the backspace key until the page was empty again. She made another attempt:
“It was the best of ti--”
“It really wasn’t!” she whined, as she cleared the screen again.
Leaning back in her chair again, she closed her eyes. Right then, she could see the scene she wanted to write so clearly. It was all so crisp in her mind that she could hear the chatter in the background of the cafe where her character sat reading and not suspecting that in a few minutes, his life would be changed forever.
She had a clear idea of how she wanted the scene to unfold, but why couldn’t she just put it into words, you know, especially the pretty kind? She heard a thump and her eyes opened. Frederick had joined her. Her dancing vibrations must have awoken the little beast.
“I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”
She cooed to the fifteen-pound tabby sitting on her desk and staring at her with a look that spoke of his immense boredom, with a tinge of sleepiness still mixed in. She patted him twice on his little head and then returned to her task at hand, or was it at keyboard? Yes! It was definitely her keyboard’s fault she hadn’t been able to finish this scene, far less, start it.
Who was she kidding? She had been blocked since yesterday and it had been wishful thinking to believe that sitting down at it again with fresh eyes after a good night’s sleep would have made a difference. You couldn’t really blame a girl for trying, though. She wracked her brain for any advice she could recall on getting over a block.
All she could remember was her mom’s motto when she didn’t know how to start a paper for school: “Start writing!” Her mother had told her it didn’t matter what she wrote about. She could even write about not knowing how to write. She just had to make sure her paper wasn’t blank anymore.
She glanced at Fred as though to ask his advice; he looked like he was completely alert and awake now. She returned her focus to her screen with a shrug. It was worth a shot. Her fingers moved towards the keyboard tentatively just as Fred stood and then flopped right onto the keyboard. If that weren’t enough, the little munchkin started to roll around, looking up at her with the assurance that she found him adorable.
She was stunned. Her mouth hung open and nothing came out at first. The silence was broken with an exasperated “Freeedddd!” The little mischief monster rolled around some more for good measure. She looked up at the screen and the gibberish it displayed. She looked back at the unapologetic cat and a giggle tickled its way up her throat and out. It soon turned into full-blown laughter.
She spoke to the cat, “I shouldn’t even get upset with you. You’ve put better work on there in a minute than I have all day. I should be thanking you instead.”
She leaned over him to scratch his chubby jowls.
“Maybe Claire should have gotten you to sign the contract instead, Mr. Tubbs.”
Hissing, she pulled her hand away as her loveable cat sunk his claws into her hand.
“Fine! I’ll stop calling you Tubbs!”
She stood and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands and on her way out she realized that she had awoken another beast. Fortunately for her, this one was more intent on giving wet kisses than scratches.
“Hi! Little girl! Did I wake you, Annie? I’m sorry. How are you doing? Aren’t you the prettiest girl?”
She rattled off a series of questions, not pausing to wait for a response. It was as if she knew there would be none. There wasn’t, at least not in the form of words. However, a tail thudded loudly, the speed and intensity at which it made contact with the hardwood floor increasing with every question’s inflection.
Satisfied with her “answers” she returned to her workspace where Fred was still sprawled across her keyboard. He had lifted one leg into the air and was now proceeding to clean his belly, with some difficulty. She sat in her chair anyway, but was soon petitioned by a pair of beautiful brown eyes. A chin rested on her thigh and the request was clear. She sighed.
“Maybe you two are right. It’s time for a break.” She stood and headed to the doorway. Pausing, she motioned to Annie, “Come on sweetie!” The sound of the leash clinking as she took it off the hook had her friend wagging her tail so furiously that her whole body was wriggling.
With great effort, she was finally able to keep Annie still enough to put on her harness and leash. Next, she tried to shove her sneakers on without unlacing them. It was the lazy way of doing things and the way that required more energy. She knew this, but did it anyway. Perhaps, she was a creature of habit. She mused on the idea as she hopped on one sneakered foot while she tried to pull the other shoe up past her heel.
Her sneakers made a dull thud on the floors and she paused suddenly. That was it! Footsteps! She could start with footsteps. It was perfect! She was heading straight towards her laptop when she heard a whine behind her. She turned and the little girl wagged her tail excitedly. She hesitated.
“You’re right…” She muttered begrudgingly, “It can wait. Let’s go have fun outside!”
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I NEED sb to write abt ony getting turned on when he sees reader fighting or pointing his gun 😭😭 so yea 😁 also loves you 💞💞
ima give y’all some tea…i be doing this shit ngl😭
also love you more booooo❤️
cw:guns
“you sure you don’t wanna get in wit me mama? could use the company” ony smirked as he watched you quickly shake your head at his question. he had just got done beating your shit down and you already knew what he was going to do if you got in that shower with him. “nope. i love being able to walk” you smiled as he sighed deeply as if your rejection wounded him. “aight then. if you don’t love me just say that” he mumbled before grabbing his towel and going in the bathroom.
rolling your eyes, you turned over, scrolling on your phone as you laid comfortably in bed. it had only been five minutes before ony called for you in the shower. “mama! baby get my slides. they next to the bed!” he yelled. you sighed as you crawled over to his side of the bed for his slides. “of course one of you hoes is missing” you mumbled before dipping your hand under the bed to search for it. you were searching for a couple seconds when you felt something cold and hard meet your fingertips. “the fuck?” you mumbled as you gripped around the object. as you brought it up to your face, a wide smirk began to appear as you realized what it was. one of your man’s many guns.
ony never wanted you touching his guns, always saying there was no need for a pretty girl like you to be outside with a dangerous weapon while he’s there. but you just couldn’t resist picking it up and pointing it at the mirror. you snapped a couple pictures, posing cutely as you sat on your knees in the bed. “run your pockets nigga” you mumbled as you acted like you were sticking someone up. you were having too much fun. you got so into your little role play that you didn’t even notice the shower water stopping, and the sound of ony mumbling to himself about how you never brought him his slides.
“pew pew pew…..freeze bitch!” the sound of your pretty voice attracted ony’s attention. his towel wrapped nicely around his waist as he exited the bathroom quietly. the sight of you holding his gun brought a mix of emotions in his heart. he thought he been made it clear he didn’t want you touching his guns, but he took the clip out and you looked kinda cute acting “hard”. your thick brown thighs open as you sat on your legs, nipples poking through his t shirt as you wiggled around with the gun. “you wanna die nigga? stop bothering my girl!” a smirk crept on ony’s face as he watched quote him.
“what i say bout touching my shit ma?” ony mumbled as he watched you stop dead in your tracks. you didn’t even try to hide the gun because it was clear as day that he saw you already. “i was looking for your slide under the bed and i found this, but i didn’t shoot anything i swear i just kept my fingers on the side and not on the tigger i know m’not posed to be playin with it but i was being safe baby i swear-” your words were cut off by the sound of ony’s laughter as he began to walk towards you. he placed his hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks together as he looked down at you. “s’okay ma” he mumbled as he slowly took the gun from you. he turned it sideways to show you the bottom. it was empty. “ion leave loaded guns around my girl unless it’s on my hip”
as ony spoke, giving you the gun back before you noticed the prominent bulge he had under his towel. a smirk slid to your features as you reconnected your eyes with his. “what’s this?” you say, running the gun down his wet abs while rubbing your hand on his print. your boyfriend smiled, leaning down towards your face to the point where you were centimeters away from locking lips.
“sum you gon get if you keep pointing that gun at me like that”
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A little doll. Brand new. In the arms of a little girl.
A little doll. Cared for. By the bed of a little girl.
A little doll. Comforting. In the arms of a scared child.
A little doll. Outside. In the rain as screams are heard.
A little doll. Abandoned. Left behind amidst a war.
A broken doll. Long lost. Hidden in an abandoned city.
A broken doll. Forgotten. The world around it moves and changes.
A broken doll. Found. A gift that’s sure to be treasured.
A broken doll. Getting fixed. In the hands of a caring mother.
A little doll. As good as new. In the arms of a little girl.
A little doll. Cared for. In the arms of a young woman.
A little doll. Comforted. Job finally complete.
A little doll. On a shelf. In the home of an old woman.
A little doll. Placed among items loved. Buried beside its owner.
#Feeling sad#Poem#I guess?#More of a story#sweetmountainseeds#Not a crisis just yet#My writing#I actually have this little doll I named Shyna#She's a little tiger#I've had her for as long I can remember. Presumably she's a hand-me-down from my brother#I still have her. I keep her in this toy bed I got from my godmother#With her dog and older brother beside her#Both different toys from different sets#Her older brother is a Tigger doll I named Trigger and her dog is from a doll set I also got from my godmother#They're the only soft toys I kept#Shyna was favourite as a kid#I made her a lil Mary Sue. She was 4 and could do anything#I was like 8 and not on the internet#Anyway I wrote this cause I felt like crying and when I feel like that writing something sad MIGHT work#The point of this one was supposed to be something you grow fond of only for it disappear#It's titled Emotionally Attached to Something#Like a character you meet and get attached to that dies way too soon#Humans are weird creatures. Sometimes time doesn't play a factor in whether you get attached to something#It's just the feelings that come with sometimes.#I guess I was sorta trying to do that? I don't know you tell me if it worked#Anyway thanks for reading my lil sad ramble. I hope you liked this in some capacity.#With all the typos I don't care to look for and all the things I didn't need to say included.
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Tigger convinces Owl to help write the whodunnit/spy thriller novel of his dreams ft. his self-insert protagonist and more.
#big fan of the amount of times Tigger’s been characterized as being fascinated by detectives in various Pooh media outside the films#I for one support and relate to the idea of him having a hyperfixation that he’s also turned into everyone else’s problem#wtp#skwtch art#winnie the pooh#tigger#owl (wtp)#winnie the pooh tigger#winnie the pooh owl#digital art#procreate
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There are two wolves inside of me
One of them wants to continue writing nothing but happy rabger fluff
The other wants to use Rabbit's tendency to blow up about things to write sad fics
They're both extremely gay
#winnie the pooh#rabbit (wtp)#tigger#rabger#I have a Nice Fic more or less outlined rn#but... the temptation to write another sad fic#hmm....
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'Somebody must be running an illegal washing machine!'
No, Grandma, that was the earth shaking.
This guy couldn't care less, lmao.
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🐾The Boys with Cats
Kirishima, Bakugou, Shouji, Tokoyami, Izuku x GN! Reader
Don’t ask me why or where this came from- actually I do, I read this post and I couldn’t stop myself from writing this crack post. Idk where these ideas came from- some of it was me just needing something nice to think about in that moment. Request are open as always. And I barely checked over my spelling.
ALSO the reader refers to the boys as Daddy or Pappa- this is in reference to the cat being like their child…. Don’t at me.
🪨 Kirishima 🪨
Kirishima is a big guy little cat. He got the cat from Denki, who got that cat from Shinso after his cat had kittens. You got lost trying to follow that story.
Your cat is orange, a light orange color with dark splotches of brown in the form of strips. And he follows the idea of every orange cat on the internet. Your sweet baby runs into doors, falls off the counter, and got his head stuck in a cup.
Kirishima, to your surprise, names the crazy Cheeto of a fluff ball “Tigger”.
Tigger is no fighter, he’s chased a mouse out of the house before. But on the subject of actually killing it- Tigger has no clue what to do. You’ve seen him pick a mouse up and just carry it outside. He’s groomed a FRICKEN MOUSE BEFORE.
Tigger also flips over at the slightest bit of possible attention.
💥Bakugou💥
You got the cat, Bakugou hated the idea. But guess who’s that cat dad of the damn year? THAT MAN IS.
You name her Nougat.
The sweet fluffy tabby loves Bakugou. She flops down on him and climbs the man-like a tree- to get onto his shoulders.
You have on video Kirishima and Bakugou talking, your baby on his shoulder. Bakugou, while talking, fake shouts his famous line. And your daddy’s girl cat then lets out a loud meow to copy him.
He screams, she's screaming.
💪 Shouji 💪
You and Shouji have a munchkin cat. Her little legs go a mile a minute the second he comes home. Doing a little dance around his feet till she picked up. And then will angry paw at his mask till she can see his face.
At night. She’ll either sleep in his arms or no joke, across his mouth and noise. Why? You both have no clue.
Shouji has a custom-made sweetshirt (there are no sleeves thou) cat carrier. Your little hotdog of a cat lays happily in the pocket, poking her head out whenever she smells something of interest.
🪶 Tokoyami 🪶
You and Tokoyami cat are named Hedone, which means pleasure in Greek. It means a connection between body and soul….Zoo reading into it.
Black Shadow fucking loves her. She makes Hedone do little cat dances, holding her paws and moving them up and done. And to both your surprises, Hedone doesn’t mind the randomly appearing shadow.
🪴 Izuku 🪴
Izuku gets you a cat- it’s a surprise gift for you. Something to keep you company when he has to leave for a lotime.
You, to his utter delight, name the calico kitten ‘Might Might’. The cat is as active as your husband. The minute Izuku walks through the door, Might Might is screaming at the top of his lungs. Alerting the WHOLE house that Daddy is home. And will only stop his meow-like screeching when Izuku picks him up. Or allow the sharp-clawed spitfire to climb onto his shoulder. Ouch.
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