#(just biting in general cuz hes feral but this works too)

[bruhman745]

ANOTHER SHORT FOR @shepscapades DBHC AU!! (go read her comics first and then this!) this is entirely self indulgent and could happen chronologically after the last one i posted btw!

also all of these r on ao3 btw!

[fic below read more so i dont clog feed :)]

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The whole concept of kissing was new for Etho, but he quickly learned that Bdubs enjoyed it. 

And he meant, really enjoyed it. 

Every chance he got, Bdubs was up on his toes, pressing a kiss to Etho’s cheek, hand, forehead, lips. He had always been touchy, but ever since he learned the places where Etho could feel his touches, it’d gotten ten times worse. 

Well, not really worse. Etho liked it; he liked it a lot more than he cared to admit. 

Sure, androids could make connections and share messages through small touches, but this was something completely different. It was almost like learning another language, even though Etho already knew over six-thousand of them. 

Etho learned that kissing meant a lot more than just, "I love you." When he carried Bdubs' shulkers for him, the kiss on his cheek meant, "Thank you." When he tucked Bdubs into bed for the night, the kiss on his lips meant, "Goodnight. I can't wait to see you tomorrow." When he figured out what was wrong with the machine Bdubs had spent days on in just a few seconds, the kisses peppered all over his face meant, "I'd never say this out loud, but I'm so grateful for you." 

He took some time to learn all of these kisses, their meanings, their situations, and how he could do the same for Bdubs. But there was still one kiss he couldn't figure out. 

"Bdubs?" 

"Mm?" Bdubs hummed, looking up at Etho from his place on his shoulder. 

"You're falling asleep," Etho chuckled, adjusting his hold as he walked. 

"You're carrying me, why‘s it matter?" he mumbled. 

Etho sighed, then laughed lowly, “No, I guess not.” 

Bdubs laid his head back down and wrapped his arms tighter around Etho’s shoulders, his face buried in the fluff of his coat the whole way back to the base. Etho carefully opened the door and nudged it shut behind him with his foot, using his free hand to turn on the gas lantern in the foyer. 

He kicked off his shoes, then set a presumably sleepy Bdubs down on the chair at the entrance so he could do the same for him. He crouched down, glancing up to see the other yawning. He smiled and began to untie his shoes for him. 

“You shouldn’t work so late, you know. You have a very specific sleep schedule,” he teased, humming softly. Bdubs closed his mouth and waved a slow hand, giving his head a slight shake. 

“I’m as bright as a daisy right now. Who needs sleep? I don’t need-” He yawned again. “-sleep!” 

Etho slipped off his shoe, going to untie the other. 

“Yeah, right,” he chuckled. “And I’m human.” 

Bdubs scoffed. 

“Come on, man! You gotta give me some leeway here, please?” He gave Etho his patented “you-have-to feel-sorry-for-me” puppy-dog eyes. Etho just turned away, knowing he’d fold if he met that look for too long. He slid off the second shoe. 

“You’re going to bed, and that’s final.” 

Bdubs groaned. 

“Ethooooo,” he pleaded. 

“Bdubssss,” Etho mocked. He sat back on his heels, setting the shoes aside. “I don’t see why you wanna stay up, anyway. You’re the one who’s always in bed first.” He watched the other seem to think for a moment, subtly zoning out for a second before he snapped out of it and spoke again. 

“Ugh! Fine. I’ll tell you.” He sat up in his chair, feet brushing Etho’s knees instead of the floor. He lowered his voice, “I’m just a little upset because I didn’t get to see you all day. You were so busy helping everyone else with their stuff, that I finished all of mine before you even got to me!” He huffed and turned his nose up. “It’s not fair.”

Etho blinked, then got up from his place on the floor. He brushed himself off, then put his hands on either arm of Bdubs’ chair. He leaned over him, eyeing the way he shrunk back into the seat before he spoke. 

“So you’re jealous?” he smirked. 

Bdubs’ eyes widened, and he definitely wasn’t sleepy anymore. He quickly looked away. 

“No- No! I don’t get- I’m-” He cleared his throat. “I’m not jealous.”

Etho leaned in closer. Even in the low light, he could see the flush of Bdubs’ cheeks. 

“I think you are,” he spoke lowly, voice just below a hum. He knew his own face was flushed too, but his mask covered the color in his cheeks. He reached up, watching Bdubs eyes follow his movements, and pulled it down. “Am I right?” 

Bdubs swallowed. Etho heard the chair creak as he squirmed. 

“No,” he managed, voice barely a squeak. 

Etho heard him, but he still asked, “Hm? What was that?” 

Bdubs’ eyes flickered over his face – the smirk on his lips, the challenging look in his eyes – for just a second before they stopped again. He reached up and took a fistful of Etho’s shirt in his hand, pulling him forward just enough for their foreheads to touch. 

“If you’re tryin’ to get me to kiss you,” he mumbled, “you should just do it already.” 

Etho chuckled, the sound low and sweet in the nighttime air. 

“Whoops,” he said simply before closing the distance between their lips. He felt Bdubs’ hand come up to cup his cheek, the touch skittering through his circuits and straight to his head. He moved a hand to cup Bdubs’ cheek, tilting his head up just enough to kiss him better. He knew what the other liked; he had it down to an exact science, a rhythm, at this point. He let himself fall into habit, fingers pressing at familiar points as Bdubs’ touch lit sparks across his skin.

Then came the part he still couldn’t figure out. 

Bdubs parted his lips just a bit more, and Etho took that as a sign he wanted to stop. He began to pull away, but Bdubs held his face and kept him close. He didn't complain, enjoying the pressure at the cracks on his cheek and how happy Bdubs seemed

Then, Bdubs bit him.

He didn't even notice until he felt his tongue brush Bdubs' teeth, his programs already automatically analyzing his saliva. He ignored their findings, because his lip exploded into sensations he could only describe as mind-blowing as Bdubs applied pressure. He shivered, then attempted to pull away only to drag his lip between Bdubs’ teeth, hard. 

For just a moment, Etho swore he was really alive. 

He gasped loud and pulled away, hand flying to his mouth. His whole body felt hot, like he’d fry his circuits at any second, and a warning or two flashed in the corner of his vision. He ignored it, squeezing his eyes shut tight. 

That was weird. Really weird. But he wanted it to happen again and again until his processors fizzled out and all he could focus on was how good that felt and how close to being really and truly human he felt-

“Etho? You okay?” 

He opened his eyes. 

Bdubs stared up at him, concern knitted in his brows, and reached up to brush his hair back. Etho slowly lowered his hand, then cleared his throat. 

“I-” He paused, standing up a bit straighter as he attempted to regain his composure. “Yeah. All good. Mhm. Yup.” 

Bdubs cracked a smile, and his hand trailed down to graze the cracks on his cheek. 

“You look like a smurf.” 

Etho snorted, “What?!” He looked away and covered his face with his hands, noting how hot his skin was. Bdubs just laughed again. 

“It’s true! I’ve never seen you so- so, vibrant before!” He nudged Etho’s hand out of the way, subtly pulling his face closer again, then pressed a finger to the crack beside his lip. “Did you really like that that much?” he teased, snickering. Etho rolled his eyes, feeling his ears heat up as well. 

“Oh my god, shut up right now-” 

“Hah! You didn’t deny it!” 

Etho breathed a laugh and took Bdubs’ chin in his hand, pulling him up so their lips just barely brushed. Etho felt his grin. 

“At least you’re a cute smurf.” 

Etho pushed him away, then turned and began to head to the stairs. 

“That’s it! Tuck yourself in!” 

“What?! No-! Come on, that’s unfair!” He heard Bdubs scramble up from his seat, his hurried footsteps pounding against the wooden floor behind him. 

“You can read yourself your own bedtime story while you’re at it, too!”

[babyblankyerror]

Favorite hcs Abt ships you like, for example

Garycato

Spideypool

Man, it's like you love me or something-

Spideypool:

Peter is the 'mature' one but surprisingly is quite childish himself

Wade has a secret folder with pictures of Feral!Spidey that he knows Peter wouldn't appreciate (he also makes memes with them to annoying Peter)

Peter doesn't like spiders- he will call Wade from across the country or something just to get a spider

Wade's boxes make it hard for him to concentrate because they're either too horny or too suspicious of Peter

Peter, being a hero, isn't used to being protected or taken care of but he absolutely loves it. Wade is the same but he seems to enjoy taking care of Peter more.

Wade loves feeding Peter

(I don't have many headcanons on them cuz I'm sorta new to the ship and I feel like a lot of things work for them)

Garycato:

Gary, having been alone for a long time, is touched starved but gets overwhelmed by touch after a while. Avocato tries to be understanding of that

Avocato buys a lot of stuff for Gary because he looks happy. He doesn't know much about human fashion so he isn't bothered by Gary in feminine clothing (plus he thinks he looks cute)

Gary loves the texture of Avocato's fur and to fidget with his tail.

Avocato likes when Gary is caring since he was a general and wasn't allowed to be soft. He tries to treat Gary the same way, knowing ventraxians can be a bit rough (and also unaware that Gary is into it)

Theire both sort of inexperienced- Avocato with males and Gary overall, having never gone to school to learn about sex and stuff. They both learn together.

Gary is used to shoulder things alone even if he doesn't realize it. Sometimes Avocato will be there, helping him without him taking notice

Avocato loves when Gary's neck goes red (he just wants to bite it)

Gary's favourite spot to sleep is against Avocato's chest so he can feel the heartbeat (also tits)

Avocato is always checking Gary's ass out

Gary tricks Avocato into wearing clothes he wants to see him in

Avocato loves listening to Gary talk and the expressions he makes.

They both get horny when the other is doing something serious/cool - Gary will be being a normal good captain or Avocato shooting people and the other will be a blushing mess

That's all I can think of at the moment, I tried including only headcanoms about their relationship and not just the individual characters ^^

[writtengalaxies]

{Questions anon} folklorist brain you say? (eyes-emoji-goes-here) lemme just slide this over. Vampire!reader with darkiplier, anti annnnd hmm murdock headcanons?

Questions anon. add-on for the vampire one. just to yeet some ideas cuz i realized i was kinda vague. like Do the boys help their beloved get blood? did they offer their own? if they did, did it go well with anti being well anti and darkiplier technically being dead? What sort of vampire is the reader and what challenges do the boys help their s/o with? (running water, sunlight, home turf, invited in.) does the reader use their vampire abilities to mess with the guys? Go feral plz

Mmm feral yeeees good >:3

SO FIRST AS A DISCLAIMER, I'm working mostly with the modern popular media concept of vampires, if only because do you know how many different kinds of vampires there around the world in folklore? And that's just counting the straight up vampire ones. We're not talking any of the fun funky ones that are technicalities, like the leanansidhe (a type of fae creature that targets artistic types by giving inspiration and then literally sucking out their life essence so they die young!) or ones like the VAMPIRE. GOURDS. WHERE IF YOU DON'T HARVEST YOUR VEGGIES AND FRUIT, THEY'LL TURN INTO VAMPIRES AND ROLL AROUND AND GROWL AT YOU DO YOU KNOW HOW FUNNY THAT IS. Or you know, touching on real life accounts and accusations of vampirism. (Yes, Elizabeth Báthory de Esced, but also the case of Mercy Brown in Rhode Island (which in turn was part of a larger pile of accused vampire cases in New England! And that was 1892! That's recent in terms of history!). Both of which are fascinating looks at the cultural responses to folklore!

(I...have had a single cup of coffee, so...pardon the rambling.)

But anyway, working with a little closer to pop media vampires, if only because it's the most consolidated, understood concept of them. I won't get into some of the finer nuances (like it's garlic flowers in some cases for vampire warding, while others say the bulbs proper, which in turn is just generally part of the "consume this to purge off and ward from evil spirits AKA sickness").

...This got away from me.

SO HERE WE GO.

Dark

Despite having basically stolen someone else's body, the influence over time means that the blood in it isn't...really....blood any more.

That said, he does offer, if nothing else, out of politeness. But it's like going to take a sip of chocolate milk, and discovering the chocolate is barbeque sauce. It's not pleasant.

He's not great at the whole concept of feeding, or the fact that vampires can be...attractive. Most of the media he was aware of (before the whole...events of everything) was Bram Stoker's Dracula and the 1922 film Nosferatu...the man's been too caught up in revenge to really follow media trends.

Still, he's an ooky spooky man who seems to be able to craft entire dimensions of darkness, and that helps. If you have a 24 hour personal night time filter, well...that's choice.

Mirrors...are a touchy spot to him, even if modern ones are aluminum backed and not silver backed (and really silver was the whole problem with mirrors before), so you don't really have them. Makes it harder to get ready in the mornings (evenings?), do skin care, stuff like that...but hey, the thought counts.

Anti

THIS GLITCH BITCH. He already possesses bodies. He's a demon, after all. It's so easy for him to get you a snack. He'll ask what in particular you're craving, go find someone.

It helps he likes how the biting feels. I'm not saying Anti's into biting but...........................he's into biting.

And if you want to have fun and not worry about invitations into places? He'll just body hop into someone who's staring into their phone and take care of that for you.

He kind of takes a little bit too much joy out of the terror and panic your dinners have sometimes.

Someone starts shit with you because they feel like you're encroaching on their territory? Good news, you have a demonic guard dog of a boyfriend. You never have to lift a hand to expand your turf.

Murdock

For someone who isn't a vampire, this man has too many goddamn experiences with this.

First off, he's going to invite you along to jobs. Sometimes he treats it like an art gallery, bringing you several of his choices of victims.

It...gets weirdly romantic and sexy? Murdock, blood, and the way he's bringing you choices, letting you taste like it's a wine tasting and he's a sommelier...

He's obsessed with watching you feed and feast. Sometimes it's almost too much, even for you.

However...when you confess you can't cross the nearby river because running water? He does research, figures out the specifics. You just need a bit of dirt from home to be able to conquer that? Easy. A bit of resin, a scoop of dirt, and a locket is all you need. 

Oh, and he gladly offers himself to you for feeding. He may be covered up most of the time, but that makes those times where he bares his throat to you as he tugs down his turtleneck, or pulls back the sleeves to expose his wrist all the more tempting. 

After all, he can't let the taste of anything less linger in your mouth for too long.

[lollytea]

I wonder who anyone else would be in addendum to Hunter & Willow. Luz & Amity line up pretty well with Jesper & Wylan, and a younger Eda & Raine could work as Kaz & Nina. Odalia would obviously be Van Eck and Brum would be Belos. I just wonder about characters such as Nikolai and Haskall.

I feel like the subject matters in Six of Crows are overall a little too heavy for the toh characters so I wouldn't do like. An outright copy-and-paste AU where the story and the universe and background are all exactly the same. If I were to do anything it'd be an AU inspired by Six of Crows, with the characters having similar arcs to their counterparts. So we just cherry pick what aspects of the book we want to keep.

It wouldn't exist in the Grishaverse. It's still the Demon Realm. They are still witches.

I could absolutely see Eda fulfilling the role of Haskall in this case but also she has entirely different reasons for doing the things she does. Haskall had different motivations for running the dregs, most of which being business motivated. Eda is simply chaotic and would absolutely just adopt a whole bunch of fucked up kids and form a criminal gang found family.

I feel like Eda and Raine absolutely could have had a story that resembled Kaz and Inej when they were younger. The tension between them being Eda's Owl Beast form rather than Kaz's trauma induced emotional barriers. It was just as passionate, just as full of longing, but it still ended tragically. Like Kaz staying in the Barrell and Inej becoming a captain of her own ship, Raine also left Bonesborough to work towards the rebellion. Now its just a matter of the two meeting again 👀

Luz and Amity as Jesper and Wylan??? Hello???? HELLO?????? These respective stories and characters align so perfectly I am literally about to combust. Amity being a rich girl who's just never been good enough and Odalia's solution to that is to fucking KILL HER?? Her becoming a run away and eventually being a key role to tearing her Mom's whole fucking world apart. Brainy and blushy and feral. Yes fantastic.

It's actually one parallel between Luz and Jesper that's killing me. The generational trauma mostly. Also both kids leaving home with the promise to "improve" themselves, only to end up in an entirely different "world" and lying to their parent about it. The parent loving their kid so much but also being so flawed, very much effected by the death of their spouse. Oh I'm gonna lose it.

And yeah okay Hunlow as Nina and Matthias obviously.

Okay okay okay okay so stay with me here. I miss Gus...where is Gus....I would like Gus. So here me out.

While Eda and Raine probably had the spirit of Kaz and Inej's story, once Eda grows older and becomes the Haskall, Matt and Gus become the placeholders for the roles in this new generation of delinquents.

Because like....Mattholomule Lastnameomule: The Bastard of Bonesborough. Tell me that's not the funniest shit ever? Tell me you don't want to see this tiny ugly little man literally terrorizing the whole fucking town. He is 3ft tall and he killed a man this morning. That's hilarious.

Meanwhile Gus is the Inej in the sense that he's tiny, speedy and slippery. While Inej was considered lethal with her knives, you don't want to fuck around with Gus, the kid who summons images so horrific he melts your brain. Inej was called the Wraith and Gus is called the Phantom.

Matty is the one "in charge" of the six of them (somehow?? Idk who voted for him?? Maybe Eda just picked up cuz he bites the hardest.) and Gus is definitely the one he's closest to. He and Gus be having all that marriage squabbling and mutual understanding that Kaz and Inej had.

The whole gang calls themselves the Owls <3

[nezclaw]

don’t mess with the medic: or how i managed to give myself heavy+medic feels

blood, violence, needles, (it’s tf2), and just a *teeny* bit of angst

(posted a more edited version to AO3. I'm nezclaw there too)

Heavy hears a concerning amount of yelling from the Medic's lab and goes to investigate.

   "... should try being a little more *careful* next time, hmm?" the medic hisses. Scout is bound to the examination table, surrounded by wicked medical implements.

   "Hey Doc come on man! I was just looking for a band aid!" Scout protests, struggling against the straps holding him tightly against the table.

   "Ach, zhat ist vhat zhey all say. Jusst a bandaid." Medic says, browsing his collection of vicious syringes. His accent is much stronger, the hard consonants gutteral and sharp.  "But it ist never *jusst* a bandaid, ist es? Zhere'z alvays zomething else to vaste my time!" He tests the sharpness of one needle, and grins as he turns back to Scout. "Isn't zhat right, Scout?"

   "Uhh no Pyro used up all the bandaids in the general first aid cuz they were the fun patterned ones and I cut myself while making lunch and Ma always told me to take care of cuts immediately or they'll get infected and I'll die from it and-" Scouts voice cracks as he babbles, eyes on the massive needle in the Medic's hand.

   "Oh, vell vhy didn't you say so?" Medic asks, voice almost normal as he smiles at Scout. Scout has about half a second of hope that this was all a misunderstanding before the Medic grabs his bonesaw. "Clearly it needs to komm off! Don't vorry, zhis vill only hurt a lot!"

   "Doktor, is not necessary to butcher little Scout. Why are doing this?" the Heavy asks, one large hand gently, yet firmly preventing Medic from chopping the Scout's entire hand off.

   The Medic spins, grabbing an unidentified syringe in a power grip and wrenching his other arm away from Heavy in a surprising show of strength. His eyes are wild with rage, and he is practically frothing at the mouth.

"Er hat interrupted meine Arbeit for zhe LAST time!" he screams, lunging at Heavy, lapsing into his native tongue in his fury. (He has interrupted my work for the LAST time)

   Heavy easily catches the Medics wild swing, and carefully removes the syringe from his grasp. "Heavy thinks Doktor should not operate while angry." He grunts as the bone saw catches him a glancing blow. "Nyet. Bad Doktor." Ignoring the blood flowing freely from the wound, he grabs the Medic by the back of his shirt, picking him up like a feral kitten.

   "Schweinehund! Put me down! Jetzt! Schnell!" The Medic thrashes in the Heavy's grip, six feet of pure German fury, rendered helpless by the massive Russian.

   "Doktor will calm down first." Heavy says firmly.

   "Nein!"

   Heavy ignores the Medic's enraged thrashing and carries him to a side room. The Russian man is easily able to carry the enraged German, even with one hand clamped over the gash the Medic managed to score with his saw. He shakes him slightly as he tries to get a grip on Heavy's arm.

   "Biting will not help you." he says as the Medic manages to sink his teeth into the Heavy's arm when his previous efforts failed. "Had to help raise three baby sisters."

   "*Let. Me. GO!*"

   "Nyet. Not until you are calm." Heavy locks the door and puts the Medic down. Hopefully someone will be by to let Scout out of the restraints.

   "I AM CALM!" Medic shrieks, frothing at the mouth.

   "Da. And Heavy is girl scout." Heavy watches as the Medic paces around the room, snarling in German. Most of it Heavy doesn't understand, but he does catch "schweinehund" and "dummkopf" a couple times, which he's pretty sure are insults.

    He leans against the door and wonders if this is going to be a regular occurrence. Maybe they should get some pillows for this room.

   After a few moments the Medic charges at him, fingers bent into claws, and tries to gouge out Heavy's eyes. Heavy catches him and sits on him, to keep him from hurting himself  or Heavy.

   "OAF! RELEASE ME-(more german swearing)"

   "Nyet. Perhaps story will help. Here is Russian story I would tell baby sisters when they were angry..." It is full of blood and gore. Medic stops his struggling partway through the telling.

   "Is Doktor feeling better now?" Heavy asks, once he's finished the story.

   "Ah... yes, I am. I'm quite sorry you had to see that." Medic's voice is a bit raw, but otherwise normal, devoid of overt malice. "Er.... Would you be so kind as to let me up?"

   "Da." Heavy stands and helps the Medic up. The Medic straightens his glasses and coughs.

   "Danke. I... appreciate it." he says, not meeting Heavy’s eyes.

   "You promise you will not maim Scout?" Heavy asks, hand on the doorknob.

   "I promise not to inflict unnecessary or excessive harm on the Scout," the Medic promises. Heavy chuckles at that phrasing as he opens the door.

   Scout is still there. He screams when he sees the Medic.

   "Here is your bandaid. Now get out of mein office." he says as he undoes the straps holding Scout down. Scout does not need to be told twice, and promptly disappears in a cloud of dust.

   The Medic sits down in a chair, leaning forward and rubbing the bridge of his nose. He sighs. Then he pauses, nostrils flaring.

   "I smell blood. Sind Sie bleeding?" (Are you bleeding?)

   "Is nothing." Heavy says, despite the fact that Medic did manage to break skin while biting him.

   "Don't be absurd if I can smell it from over here then clearly you need more at than just a bandaid." Medic replies sharply as he stands. Heavy shrugs.

   "Did not want to upset you."

   Medic tch's and approaches to inspect the Heavy, taking note of the gash in his side and the bite marks on his arm. Then he looks at the bloodied bone saw and the drops of blood leading to the room they were just in.

   "Ah." he says, slightly awkwardly. "I will get the medigun."

   He is quiet as he patches the Heavy up. "There." he says once he is finished. "Now if you'll excuse me... I need to spend some time with my birds." He looks weary, the lines in his face and the grey in his hair serving a sharp reminder that the medic is likely the oldest of them, though he remains in excellent shape. Heavy nods silently and leaves.

   The Medic straightens his lab, mopping up the spilled blood and collecting his tools. Archimedes flies down and lands on his shoulder, cooing.

   "And where were you when I had Scout on the table, hmm?" he asks mildly. Archimedes nibbles at his hair, preening him. He gives a soft chuckle. "I suppose you're still getting used to the new routine with the rest of the flock." He reaches up and gives him a little scratch on the head. Archimedes makes a contented noise.

   Medic pulls out a bag of birdseed and  heads to the dovecote with it. He scatters a handful or two and sits down to watch the birds do their thing.

   It's calming. They don't have to deal with fools whose idea of a good time is blowing themselves up or putting themselves into organ failure. The soft coos and flapping of wings grounds him. It's easier when he was alone, usually then he could tell if he had a black mood coming on and could distract himself with his birds, or Archimedes could alert him when he noticed his mood dropping after reading some particularly moronic medical paper.

   Anyway they did need to understand that just because he was their Medic it didn't mean he would put up with them coming to him for every little booboo. Though he did feel bad about gouging the Heavy. Heavy respected him.

   There's a knock on the door.

   "Hmm? Wer ist es? Möchten Sie?" (Who is it? What do you want?)

   "Is Heavy. Have sandwich for Doktor." Heavy says, correctly guessing that the Medic wasn't telling him to fuck off and die in German. "Doktor is hungry after trying to maul Scout, da?"

   "And nearly mauling you." Medic replies, but opens the door anyway.

   "Is nothing." Heavy says, shrugging it off. "Have three sisters. Maybe if most of team tried, could hurt me, but one little Doktor? No chance. Can come in?"

   "Ah, yes you may. Try not to step on the birds."

   "Da. Heavy will be careful." The big man enters, birds scattering, and puts the sandvich on a table. "Nyet. Is Doktor food, not bird food." he says as he gently shoos the curious doves away.

   "You didn't have to do that you know." Medic says, eyeing the sandwich and realizing the Heavy was right.

   "Is good to take care of Doktor." Heavy says. "Is also good that Doktor can protect self if needed."

   The Medic nods and takes the sandwich.

   He is very hungry after attempting to maul Scout, and is quite surprised to find that Heavy had made a ham and sauerkraut sandwich with the *good* mustard. Very strong flavors, very German.

   "Is good, da?"

   "Ja! I see you were serious about taking care of your Medic." There is an odd emotion stirring in the Medics chest. Gratitude, perhaps? When was the last time someone had done something genuinely nice for him? He looks over at the Heavy, who is very, VERY carefully patting Archimedes on the head with one finger, a look of intense concentration on his face. Even if it was just to make sure the Medic didn't try to kill him. It still would've been easier to just avoid him, instead of seeking him out.

   "You have sisters?" he asks he watches Heavy coax a bird onto his finger.

   "Da. Zhanna, Bronislavia, and Yana. All younger. Had to break up many fights." He chuckles. "Zhanna was little terror. Often had to separate them to prevent serious injury."

   "I see..."

   "Seems technique works on mad Doktors as well as baby sisters." He smiles, gives Medic a pat on the back, and leaves.

   Medic is left with a confusing mix of neurochemicals that he's not entirely sure how to handle. It comes as no surprise to anyone that the Medic was generally pretty bad at relating to other people. His birds generally helped him fill his necessary socialization requirements, usually by him projecting conversations on them. (It's free therapy!) Of course, that does mean he has an interpersonal skills rating of Bad.

   He sighs, rubbing his face. His black moods always left him feeling like he'd been run through the wringer, leaving him exhausted. He rested his head on the table and closed his eyes.

   When he opened them again, he found that his glasses had been removed and set aside, a trick he had taught Archimedes, and there was a pillow under his cheek, a trick he had definitely not taught him, largely due to the birds being too small to move his head. Suspicious.

   Still, the nap had done wonders to reset his neurochemistry, though there was still an odd sensation when he thought about the Heavy. Whatever. He was here to be the teams medic, not make friends. Attachments would compromise the quality of his work. Of course, being friendly could enable him to experiment more... but there was a reason he only confided in his birds. It was easier, that way.

   It would be a cold day in hell before he admitted how desperate he was for a hug. So he shoved his feelings deep down inside and pretended that nothing was bothering him. He had managed this long, he didn't need friends.

[hollyhomburg]

Will you ever write more about packtan and knotting? 🥵

probably- oh wait- sorry for all the weird kinks AGAIN (tags: knotting, lots of dicks in one hole, cum inflation, breeding kink, ruts) 

 i also kinda wanna talk about idolverse au and like- maybe the events that initially led the reader to get pregnant? I think that the alphas ruts are usually pretty regular but maybe they happen to all go into rut within a few hours of each other. and it would be okay usually- because they don't have an official schedule for like another 6 days and they’re ruts usually last 3 days but that's nowhere near enough time for jimin and Seokjin to recover enough to do an award show. because taking a knot is generally more taxing than having one. 

And like- really you don’t mind that much being the soul person to help them through their ruts. imagine all of them in pre-rut all grabbing at you and making snarling noises at the others when they kiss you. Namjoon actually snapping at Hoseok until you should “bad alphas! what did i say?” they all look contrite- Jungkook almost seems like he’s going to cry at the thought of not being able to knot you. “no one gets to knot you if we’re not good boys and we don’t share” 

 god just like- the idea of namjoon being super possessive and needing to knot you first- because he’s pack alpha- needing to make sure he fucks his cum deep inside of you and pops his knot in you so that you get pregnant. his alpha needs to feed his cum deep inside of you. 

meanwhile, Hoseok is a little too impatient- he just wants you to smell like him- ends up fisting his knot when it pops all over your chest before namjoon’s has fully gone down. Jungkook a little whiney pup, so worked up that he's basically humping your thigh until namjoon finally pulls out.  he sloppily licks your chest and hoseoks cum until he finally finds his salvation in your heat- all wet and messy from namjoon’s cum. 

for the first few hours each of them taking turns, your holes always filled- the second each of their knots go down another waiting to take their place, you quickly start to shake from overstimulation. i imagine hoseok is the first one to make you squirt- and it only makes Hoseok more ravenous- growling out “what a good omega for us- what a good breeding bitch- gonna take our knots huh? gonna let us breed you full and knock you up? god I’d keep you like this forever if you’d let us- shit” 

God I think they’d be absolutely ravenous they’re the whole rut. making you absolutely filthy, each of them getting more and more feral, namjoon biting over your mating mark-making you basically a little rag doll. Eventually, they get too frustrated waiting their turns and each takes a hole. making you sloppy and stretched out- wet and messy just like they like you. 

oh why is triple penetration like so unlikely but so hot? imagining them all knotting you- or at least namjoon and Hoseok knotting your cunt and your ass, while Jungkook whines and fucks your mouth- or even stretches you out with namjoon. maybe by the end of it you're so sloppy and wet that they’re mean- so Hoseok holds jk by his hair while namjoon’s knotted you and makes jk lick around his knot and at the cum that's already slipped out of your entrance, while it's popped inside of you- his little licks soothing your puffy entrance. 

like sorry for all the weird kinks but imagine they cum in her so much that her tummy swells a little and they’re so deep in rut that they catch themselves growling and touching her stomach, saying something about their pups. imagine her waking up with jungkook’s soft member inside of her and namjoon pulling her free, growling out only “need to knot- please baby- need to fill you up” and you just taking his hand and pressing it to your stomach and your cunt and saying “but look how well you’ve already bred me alpha? do you think i’m knocked up yet?” cuz yeah the scent of rut is kinda makeing her a little out of it too. 

and of course, eventually, she passes out- but wakes up to namjoon and jin softly washing her body, her his so sore she probably couldnt walk if she tried. setting her up for some well-needed cuddles before they have to go do the show- and the full day they’re at the show- they treat her to a full spa day and pick her up after, her whole body lose limbed and sore but also ready for all the pack cuddles. 

all of them piling in the big pack bed (two king beds pushed together) the alphas particularly possessive, jk even nuzzling in close to her tummy, “what you think she’s pregnant kookie?” Taehyung laughs, running his fingers through your hair, “can’t help it- she smells like us” both Hoseok and namjoon are also particularly possessive of you the next few days. they’re so thankful for you- for your support in their careers and understanding when they need you. and yeah- cuz not every omega could handle 3 alphas in rut but you can. and though you definitely need to take it easy the next week you’re mostly just ready for them to baby you and spoil you for being a good omega  

i also think the boys have growing pregnancy kink with the reader after she gets pregnant and has their first kid. like- she becomes a stay at home mom and all of a sudden all the alphas want to do is keep her full and pop knot after knot, and kinda like- breed her really well. even the omegas want to keep her full and in their nest, she makes home feel like home with their pup and her- all soft and cute with her baby bump. 

but yeah- they’re lots of shit with packtan and knotting, I could touch on, and I haven't even gotten to the voyeuristic bits that imagine when the omegas go into heat.  

[chokefriends]

Indulgent kidlaw cat fic

No not like that. I mean cat-owning fic. Someone has a cat and there are issues but also feelings. But make it KidLaw, so you know, stupid weird.

Here's the general points:

Half feral cat on Kidd's ship. Loves Kidd, hates everyone else. Law and it have a certain rivalry in particular, vying for space on Kidd's ship. Fic about law starting to get comfortable on Kidd's ship and in his life, but this fuckin CAT.

Early scene w Law trying to take the extra seat in the war room during a ship meeting, kidd crew is like omfg no that's the cats chair. Law figures these assholes are tryna mess with him. But no. It's this fucking awful cat and she shows up when laws trying to sit in her chair. She bites the fuck outta him and he rooms it away but it comes back like one second later. Kidd's like leave her chair alone, take wires chair. Wire, get yer ass up. Laws like fuck no, this cat is not winning this. Kidd's like, it's her fuckin chair dude.

Shes big and scrawny and black, with seven claws on each paw and one yellow eye.

Law's covered in cat hair haha

Don't mess with her, says killer, shell do worse than piss in your shoe.

She sits in certain hallways or stairs when she decides that no one's gonna use them that day. Destroys your ankles if you do.

law's getting to bed late after staying up late working on smthg. And the damn cat is taking up the entire bed. Laws like, Kidd, that fuckin cat. Kidd's like what's your problem just move her. No you. What, you afraid of a cat? Kidd picks her up and throws her out the door. She lands on her feet and casually strolls away.

Next time law tries to pick her up and move her there is blOOD

One time Law goes to sneakily kiss kidd or whatever while hes sitting at his desk and something goes wrong bc laws face is suddenly bleeding. he finds the cat slung around kidds neck like a scarf, claws out, purring. She blends in perfectly with his coat. Laws like how often, of the times I've seen you wearing that coat, have you been actually wearing this fucking demon. Kidd's like, if I'm aboard the ship? It's a good bet she's up there. She likes high places.

Laws like whyyy do you even have a fucking cat. Kidd's like she's the ratter. Most ships have a cat, how do you guys manage your rat situation? Laws like we do not have rats. How do you know? I knOW.

If there's a lack of rats she starts eating the toes off crewmembers at night, so they actually fucking stock rats. The bigger the better. Wire goes and traps them each port, he knows where to get the big ones. There are heists to steal rats from other ships.

She eats rats like corn on the cob, sitting up on the ship railing, turning them in her sharp little paws until they are just a clean little rat spine

Law comes out to the deck one morning for a post sex cig, and suddenly realizes she's sitting there, on the railing. Staring at him. With a lit cigarette in her mouth. This is too weird so he ignores her and they smoke.

Turns out she smokes like a pack a day.

She absolutely has to be a transformed person, thinks law. Some demonic being in cat form. An animal fruit user. SOMETHING. Kidd's like no, she's just a fuckin cat, what is your deal with her Trafalgar

Well what's her name, besides cat, law wonders. Kidd thinks. "She." Sometimes "Her." Laws like what really she doesn't have a name? Kidd's like, She/Her is a fine name. Laws like that's pronouns not a name. you don't get that confused with anyone on the ship? Kidd's like no lol, no one else wants to be called Her. Laws like wait, so you have zero women in your crew? Kidd's like oh of course there's a few, there's Chunk and Charlie and Shay. Shay may have kicked it... But none of them want to be called Her. Laws like why, is everyone just super butch here? And yeah they mostly are. But it's actually that no one wants to be lumped in with the cat, even the femmes, so everyone just goes by ''he/him" and it's a whole gay thing.

Law talking to killer like, so gender on your ship is divided into cat and not-cat. Killer thinks and then goes like. Yeah. Laws like, and this has been a thing, since your crew began, entirely due to Her. Killers like yeah.

Laws like, killer, you must realize the cat is a demon. He's like no, she's an actual cat I swear. She was a kitten in the scrap yard where Kidd and I worked years and years ago. We were like 10. She followed us when we got on that merchant ship and has been with us ever since. I've tried to kill her like five times, and each time she just comes back stronger. I dunno man. Kidd has a way with her, but then he's always had a thing for dangerous animals. Cough.

Another time Laws on his back in bed and like, gettin it, and he looks up all sultry into Kidd's eyes BUT THEN NO right behind kidds head, hanging upside down from the ceiling with her many claws stuck into the wood, is the cat. Staring at him with her yellow eye. Turns out she can walk on ceilings. Laws all JESUS NO. Starts struggling and Kidd thinks he's playing. Like yes amazing unhh. Laws like THE CAT. and Kidd's like, dude, I'm into whatever you're into, but the cat thing is just too far.

There is a fight.

Law goes out to smoke later and the cat is there again, also smoking. Law shakes his head and lights up, then starts rambling at her. You're a fucking demon, I know you are, Her. Cat just looks at him. Well? Law demands. Killer walks by like, are you actually talking to Her now, you head case? Shes a cat. Law flips him off. So does the cat.

Law eventually gives in and starts bringing bribes for the cat when he visits kidd. He finds the most monstrous rat things and releases them on the ship whenever he wants a moment to himself with kidd, so they're always getting it on with a background track of panic from the crew and terrifying cat yowls.

The crew start to hate Law as much as the cat. The cat starts to hate him maybe a little less.

Maybe eventually the crew decides that law and the cat are the same gender cuz they're both so bloody minded and territorial and moody.

They're like oh look at HER, does she really think she can pull off feathers after labour day?

Final scene is law going out for a smoke, and the cat is there. Looking more disgruntled than usual. Unlit cig and no lighter. Law lights her cig for her and they just smoke in silence.

[hamanuelton]

my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

[unusual-ly]

The 'Zombies' Are Mutants/How The Z-Bands Work - A Theory

FINALLY

I've also been thinking about the Z-bands in relation to the theory so I'm including that as well

The story goes that, as Addison puts it, a 'contaminated green haze' formed from an accident involving lime soda at the Seabrook Power Plant which turned anyone unlucky enough to touch it into 'zombies'. But there's a few things wrong, I think, with calling them 'zombies': A) zombies are supposed to be already dead and B) the Seabrook zombies were able to reproduce, seeing as Zed and the others are the third generation of zombies (it being 50 years since the outbreak). I think we've all pretty much just accepted those things as being part of the way these particular zombies are, but let's make this more interesting, just cuz I like to overanalyse fiction

Prepare for a wall of text. I have thought about this way too much a lot

Maybe 'contaminated' isn't really the right word for the haze that spread. Addison doesn't necessarily know what actually happened that day, she could be an unreliable narrator here. I'm not sure what would be the right word, to be fair, but whatever was in that mist, I believe it caused a genetic mutation in the people who inhaled it i.e. ingested it into their bloodstream. (Let's just point out here, I don't really know all that much about science and hardly remember biology lessons in school so don't expect anything too solid on that part) A genetic mutation wouldn't actually kill them, so obviously they're not zombies in the sense of being reanimated corpses, plus they'd still be able to have kids, and it would explain why the 'zombie' traits were passed down to those kids

Some effects/alterations of the mutation could include: hair colour (of course), slowed (but not stopped) heart rate/blood circulation, muscle durability/elasticity, impulse control, feral instincts and maybe a few certain systems in the body fail. Essentially, the body appears dead, or dying, but continues to work relatively normally. The feral, impulsive instincts explain why they would attack and eat other people, the effects on their muscles explain their stiff movements and also, taking some inspiration from this fic (which I highly recommend, a cute one-shot of Bree defending Bonzo against their zombiephobic music teacher), why there is a need for a zombie language - the facial muscles aren't able to move quite right, so they struggle to speak clear English

Zed explains at the start of the movie that the Z-bands 'keep [them] from eating brains' - note the way he phrases that. Keeps them from eating brains, not from needing to eat brains. The zombies don't need to eat brains to survive. My guess would be that it's just a generalising statement about their cannibalistic instincts, plus a little stereotyping from the media (it's a metaphor for racism, of course the humans of Seabrook are stereotyping zombies based on what they see in the media). The cauli-brains are probably one of a few options zombies came up with for foods that resemble organs or body parts to try and appease what is still lingering of those instinctive cravings

Speaking of the Z-bands... At some point not too long after the outbreak, and after the barrier was built, I'd expect the humans outside started doing research into cures. Within the first few years, it was discovered that an electro-magnetic current, at the right level and voltage, could sort of flip a switch on some, but not all, of the mutated genes. The muscles are relaxed/tightened where they need to be, meaning movement and speech are easier, although they are still stronger and more durable than an average human's which means they can take a harder blow (and throw themselves against concrete and bounce back up), the parts of the system that were failing are reanimated and they have better impulse control

Over time, various different devices were made and different currents were tried and the Z-bands are the most recent version. They're not perfect, they don't quite regulate the heart rate enough to get the blood pumping properly for one thing so the zombies are still very pale, and there's no changing that lime-green hair. Sometimes they might not be exactly 'compatible' with an individual zombie's genes - Eliza may have some issue with her leg muscles that means her Z-band can't fix her draggy foot, and Bonzo has trouble speaking English, which, by my headcanon, is at least partly due to his autism

I have one more very vague idea that's somewhat related - I feel like lime soda should have some kind of effect on the zombies, but I don't know whether it should be dangerous to them or beneficial

I like the theory that Addison's grandfather being bitten could've passed down some zombie genes to her which explains her hair, and with this theory it could also have something to do with her acrobatic skills possibly coming from extra-durable muscles. Maybe Bucky even has that too...? But then that's a matter of how the mutation was transferred through a bite

Anyone got anything to add or improve?

[randomwoohoo]

Nick: Previously on Zoomorphia!

Judy: Why use the word ‘morph’ anyway?

Nick: Cuz it sounds radical! We should try saying ‘It’s morphin’ time!’-

Judy: Not gonna happen. It’s too cheesy.

Nick: Said by a mammal who announces ‘Transform’ during transformation~

Judy: Shush! We are running out of time but we haven’t mentioned the previous chapter yet!

Nick: Well~ To put it simply, folks, fuzzy bun bun here always meddles in the attack of monsters called Savage, so Chief Buffalo gave us a disciplinary penalty. Still that wasn’t enough to stop Carrots from scouting and Bam! we found a Savage and beat it!

Judy: That’s too slipshod! Can’t just skip the Hybrid part! Gosh! We’re dragging this way too long.

Nick: It’s our first time. We’ll be good at it someday. Until then-

Nick & Judy: Now the chapter 2!

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“-got a report from SCU yesterday. A Savage showed up at Cliffside Asylum. A guard informed that fox and bunny cops also showed up even though it shouldn’t be possible since they both were supposed to be writing parking tickets in Downtown!... Abandoning your post, trespassing on restricted area, encountering Savage but didn’t contact SCU… correct me if my assumption is wrong.” Chief Bogo behind a table had summoned Senior Officer Judy Hopps and Senior Officer Nick Wilde to his office, narrating violations that duo had done the day before.

    They sat quietly opposite to their supervisor. Nick was rubbing the back of his neck while Judy froze like a kid in the principal’s office. The cape buffalo shut his eyes and deeply inhaled. “I thought so… Despite being among the best, you two are such troublemakers. I should punish ya right away-” The threat caused fox and rabbit ears stand erect. They was going to voice. “-but lucky for you, new cases keep coming, old cases haven’t been solved yet. Currently, we need you to handle more investigation of illegal possession of Night howlers that’s been increasing recently. I’m counting on experts in this particular kind of cases.”

“Noted, sir” The pair responded, Nick raising right paw in a salute. “Dismissed!” Bogo bawled.

    Nick and Judy exited the room. As a door closed, they let out a groan. “That was tense.” Loosening his tie, tod whispered loudly. The partner ambled down the stairs. “I prayed so hard for him not asking what we did when we faced Savage .” The doe hissed. “Thanks tod, those hustler skills enabled me to conceal secrets.” He whined, appreciating his past life. “The less mammals know the truth about Hybrid. The better it is.” She ratiocinated. They stepped on the first floor, strolling through the hallway.

“Judy! Nick!” An enthusiastic chubby cheetah hailed the duo from across the entrance. “Hello Jude! Miss me?” The silvery female voice greeted.

    Judy changed direction, rushing towards her friends. “Hi Benjamin. Mornin’ Jasmine! How are you? It’s been a while~” The bunny greeted back, hopping to wrap her arms around bengal tigress neck. By the way, the rabbit lied. She just met Jasmine Fangmeyer yesterday… in the SCU group, who targeted them. The tiger had been recruited in the Savage Control Unit ( SCU) since the team was first formed but it was good to see their intimate without field gears.

“Sup, Clawhauser, Fangmeyer.” Nick followed, rolling his sleeves up in order to get more casual.

    Jasmine held the doe, gently put her down before addressing the fox “Hey, Wilde.”

“Jasmine and I are gonna go get a lunch. Wanna come?” Cheetah invited them, which Judy promptly replied. “Sure! That would be lovely~”

    Frankly, both Nick and Judy had a rough start with their fellow officers. The partners were discriminated against, which is inevitable because of their species. Even Fangmeyer used to sneer at Judy, thinking she was just a bunny. Nevertheless, after years of cooperation, others came to respect them for who they are. The duo did not hold a grudge; thus, the friendships were born. Nowadays, they can call each other ‘friend’ confidently.

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“It’s funny… ” Judy uttered, confusing her workmates. “What, Fluff?” Nick questioned. Four of them were eating at Savanna Central local diner’s outdoor table. Guys were sitting on the same side while ladies were taking the seats of opposite side. Felines were facing one another, so were the partners.

“These days, Midnicampum holicithias has become an illegal plant. One cannot possess exceeding a certain amount which depends on legal documents one owns according to their occupation.” the doe explained. Everybody knew this fact about Midnicampum holicithias or Night howlers. However, her friends still did not understand what the doe tried to convey. “What’s funny then?” Jasmine spoke out for the rest, poking her seafood salad with a fork.

“They used to be all over the place. My family grew them to keep bugs off the produce. After Night howler case and the new law created, many label this plant as a menace. My parents even gotta find a substitute.” the doe elucidated.

“At least, those scarecrows are getting more jobs.” The tod joked. “Y’know they’re for discouraging birds, not bugs right? Besides, they’re barely practical.” His partner delivered the requisite reality-check. Both made the feline fellows chortle.

    The mention of Night howlers jogged Clawhauser’s memory. “Oh! Please remind me to hand you the case file-” He was requesting when Fangmeyer interjected. “C’mon guys! It’s lunch break. Don’t bring up the work. Anyhow,  are there anybody seeing someone… special?” She grinned cheekily. The cheetah awkwardly smiled. “Do donuts count?” He quizzed. “Sorry, Ben. No.” Tigress gave the answer Benjamin expected. “Well, I might be too good at making friends, so...” He muttered. Nick contemplated his pal’s statement. “Got friendzoned huh? Poor thing~” Fox sympathized.

“What about you, Judy?” Clawhauser passed the baton to Judy to tackle peeps’ attention. “You’ve always been popular. Must be lots of mammals hitting on ya.” said Jasmine. Every eyes pinned on the rabbit opening her mouth. “Nah~ I’m too busy working. My off-time is terribly uncertain. It’s better to hang out with my partner. We usually get off work at the same time. Crashing at his apartment for sharing meals and movie night, spending time with him in general is quite pleasant… Did I say something wrong?” Judy’s words left two big cats goggling at her. Tod guffawed at how innocent the bunny was.

“I’m not paying for this! Food doesn’t deserve even half the price!” At nearby table, dark brown slim bull moose grumbled. A koala waitress was scared by bull’s manner. Cops who witnessed the scene were about to take an action, especially the rabbit. “Hold up, Carrots.” Nick halted her. Judy was on the verge of disputing but “Quiet! You’re disturbing others!” cow moose that sit with aggressive moose scolded her probable associate. The bull angrily walked off. The waitress was unsure what to do. “Just leave him. He’s always like this.” The cow beamed at the koala.

“See~?” Nick smirked, picking up a bug burger from his plate to take a bite. “Wow! Wilde, you know them?” The tiger agent inquired, which the fox officer boastfully quipped. “I know everybody~ like reading a book, except this unpredictable cute bunny.” He referred to Judy in the way that would trigger her. Everyone anticipated a protest from the doe.

“Hey Nick, what does bug burger taste like?” Rabbit sniffed the smell of meat patty wafting through the air. Since her partner started digging in his meal, she had been captivated by the scent and the predatory ways of eating, fangs chomping breads, lettuce leaves and minced insects.

“Hmm? Like chicken sandwich but greasier I guess.” He gave a straight answer. “And how am I supposed to know the chicken taste?” She jested, resulting in a snigger from the rest.

“Kinda weird that prey’s interested in predator’s diet, isn’t it?” Cheetah presumed. “Cuz she is an unpredictable bun bun.” Nick bantered, reaching to pat Judy’s head. “Nick, don’t! Your fingers are oily!” She tried to block his paw. Bet she doesn’t even notice… Clawhauser and Fangmeyer thought, recollecting the dating question.

    The scream together with roar attracted mammals’ attention in the area. The police officers recognized the noise. “Savage ! Evacuate!” Judy directed, pushing Nick’s paw away, hurriedly taking control of the situation. Moose Savage appeared from ally. The muscular feral purple capreoline went on a rampage.

“Officer- I mean- Agent Fangmeyer to dispatch! Savage !---” Jasmine radioed while helping Benjamin clear the area. She told SCU the location detail. It was ironically fortunate that many mammals were frightened to be outdoors. Therefore, evacuation was rather easy. “Okay, team should arrive soon. Ben and you two- Jude!” She was shocked to see her rabbit friend holding a gun which is useless against most Savages. Normal gun can only slow them down at best.

“We’ll buy you some time. Go!” The doe insisted. Tigress grouched for a moment. However, she decided to leave with cheetah eventually, having no weapon and knowing how determined Judy can be.

“Alone at last.” Nick licked his paw, cleaning the burger grease off. Judy put back the gun. They confronted Savage fearlessly. “Ready, partner?” She brought out the black device with the purple circle core, 45 degree angled silver syringe on the left and maroon handlebar on the right.

“Born ready.” He turned around then fled. “Hey! Wait! Where are you going?” The doe panicked. “Hiding! No way I gonna fall asleep defenseless in the middle of battlefield!” The racing tod vociferated. “Ya gotta be kidding me!” She shouted, bewaring of the monster.

    Moose Savage attacked bunny officer. She dodged its antlers, putting the device on her in order not to inconveniently grasp the arm-sized device. Device’s belt wrapped itself around her waist mechanically. She kept hopping, darting away and avoiding all the attacks, pretty out of breath. “Finally!” She cheerily exclaimed when she spotted Nick’s blood in her syringe, meaning he found a place to hide and had proceeded with transformation. She was going to transform but the monster was still hunting her. The rabbit dived off from getting gored then rolled on the ground. Sitting with knees up, she gazed at Savage which was aiming on her. As it was hurtling towards Judy, she pressed the syringe. “ INJECT ” The device spoke robotically. Then she spontaneously twisted the handle anticlockwise. “ IGNITE ” The transformation’s broiling purple mist explosion blew the monster away, revealing the bio-armored fusion between a fox and a rabbit, Hybrid, shiny full body metal-like exoskeletons in Nick’s hustler color scheme, rabbit ears, fox tail and two amethyst headlights for eyes.

“Save~” Nick swept Hybrid’s legs before standing up, uttering a baseball vocabulary, implying he made it in time. “What took you so long?” Judy griped.

    Moose Savage arose, shaking off a daze from the stream blast. It and Hybrid simultaneously ran into one another. The monster jumped whilst Hybrid slid under it. Nick and Judy elongated claws. Cupped paws thrust upward, the claws stabbing Savage ’s abdominal skin. It slumped down ignominiously. Hybrid sprung up, striking a fighting pose.

“Let’s end this quick. I don’t wanna waste lunch break.” Doe talked with tod. She approached the injured moose.

    Suddenly, something crashed Hybrid from the side. Hybrid fell over and rolled. Fox got up on knees to observe what had just hit him and bunny.... or just bunny with his mind also in her body. “Other Savage !” Both yelled. A drooling purple spiky haired wolverine Savage emerged out of the blue. Naturally, Savages had spread across Zootopia since one year ago. It was no surprise to see more of them unexpectedly showing up.

    The moose got back on hoofed feet. Savage s were cautiously circling around Hybrid , who retracted the claws while inspecting beasts’ motion. Two monsters rapidly charged at the armored mixed breed from both left and right. Paw pressed the syringe. “ ACTIVATE ” Afterwards, Savages should assail their single prey. However, the event turned out to be them colliding with each other.

“We’re here!” An exuberant male tone pronounced. Hybrid stood a step away, mockingly glaring at the tricked monsters.

    Fox and rabbit just activated the phenomenal ability. Deception and survival are essential hustler’s skills that Hybrid adopted and applied for a fight, which consequently created the instant movement technique capacitating Hybrid to move in a split second. That was why Nick and Judy can relocate from one place to another or effortlessly elude SCU, sardonically reminding Judy of the time when she first learned that Nick was a con-artist and she was fooled by Nick pointing other way then he disappeared around a corner when she turned back.

    Hybrid span to generate momentum, swinging right leg around circularly to slash Savages’ flesh with protracted foot claw. The wolverine bent away in due course, thereby receiving shallower wound than the moose which was flopping down due to lacerations, still it was not enough to finish off the monster.

    Wolverine Savage drew back. Hybrid hounded it. Fists, kicks and claws did not reach the target. It ducked every strike and not let its foe get close. Tod and doe ceased roughing up Savage or attempting leastwise.

“Keeping a distance, I see~ Clever girl~” Fox quoted a movie. “I think it’s a male, Nick.” Bunny analysed this wolverine’s figure being larger than average females. “Doo do doo doo DO Doo do doo doo-” He hummed the movie theme, making his partner roll her eyes.

    Judy twisted the handlebar clockwise. “ FORM SHIFT-POLICE ” The device vocalized, releasing a purple fog covering Hybrid whose armour emit steam from gaps synchronously. The purple core and the amethyst headlights brightened in brume. The duo as one thrashed left arm to clear the haze, unveiling the same flamingo red armored hybrid but with some alteration, navy police hat with gold ZPD logo added to the top of helmet, rabbit ears flat against the back of head, blue arms and torso, dark scale vest, black armlets on both forearms, dark blue lower half except red feet, grey knee pads.

“Hybrid Police form. Policed to meet you~” Nick introduced Hybrid ’s other form to Savage s. They had not taken action yet, providing the partners an opportunity. Tod pushed the syringe. “ ACTIVATE ” Nothing happened. “Where is it?” Doe asked. “It takes time to summon it. You should have known, Carrots.” He informed. “No! Now, we need a pistol! That’s reason I chose this form!” She vociferated. “How am I supposed to know what to activate!?” The fox claimed. “Get a clue!!” The rabbit hollered.

    Whilst the pair were bickering, wolverine Savage engaged them. “Oh fudge!” Nick blurted out as Judy warded off the monster. Paws smacked it time and time again to divert its dashes towards them. “It’s not working! Physical strength is obviously weaker than Hustler form.” She shoved the wolverine, comparing the current form’s branch of power to the previous form’s. Savage tried to hurt Hybrid once more. “Then use a lifeline~” He suggested. Doe accepted an advice by pressing the syringe. “ ACTIVATE ” Wolverine pounced on Hybrid. Its fangs and nails hit hard.

“Easy, mate~ Ya don’t wish-” Nick used an Australian accent seeing that Savage was a wolverine which sort of reminded him of Outback Island even if wolverines are not originated from this district. “-to ruin those perfect teeth, do ya?” Judy finished the sentence. The monster was obstructed by a chain, handcuffs on both ends. Hybrid tied Savage ’s arms and muzzle with the chain, holding handcuffs in left paw while right punch pummeled the beast’s face. Next, Hybrid leaped over the dazed wolverine and hurled it across the street.

The monster, slipping out of the chain, intuitively landed on feet. Hybrid steadily strode forward as Savage recoiled. Nonetheless, distance was no obstacle anymore. The chain was lengthened. Hybrid swung the weighted chain in a large circle over the head and then whipped the monster. Handcuff smashed into wolverine’s rear. Hybrid yanked the chain back and lashed the monster’s flank with other end. It was thrashed by handcuffs on both ends, unable to defend or escape.

    The moose Savage rose after it recuperated, scuffing front right hoof on road surface. It sprinted, intending to butt the armored cop.

    The moose cried. All of a sudden, a car ran into Savage ’s side before it could touch Hybrid . The duo paused beating wolverine to look around. Moose Savage overturned. “Right on time~Just as planned.” Nick bragged about the arrived vehicle he summoned earlier. It is a hatchback sports car, painted in black with white on the doors, having a pair of sirens at the top. “It was just a coincidence, wasn’t it?” Judy felt that her partner did not plan anything. The car luckily came at the most appropriate time, rescuing them from an assault.

    The wolverine seized a chance to flee, limping down the road when Hybrid turned back. “It’s getting away!” Tod changed the subject, ignoring doe’s doubt. She focused the hobbling monster and then push the syringe. “ ACTIVATE ” The handcuffs vanished. Thereafter, a pistol, suitable for rabbit, popped up. It is a black AutoMag with a purple cylinder-like extra part and an auburn grip. Hybrid grabbed it to shoot at wolverine. Six bullets were fired in a mere second. Wolverine Savage suffered from several gun holes, beyond a dozen, as it collapsed. Nick chuckled, twirling the gun.

“Let’s finish this for real. We still have the other one to deal with.” Judy span the cylinder, sparks flying out.

“Freeze, Hybrid !” The pair, interfered, averted their gaze from the monster. “You’re here at last! Please save us~” Nick mocked SCU troop. Judy even saw tiger gal pal, full gear set, among the agents.

“Drop your weapon!” Demanding, they parked their vehicles surrounding Hybrid , sports car and Savages. The moose one bounced back, scramming through encirclement.

“I would love to stay and sign autographs but I really mustache~” He punned. Hybrid got in the sports car. “Stop!” White stallion commanded. “Can you handle Savage lying over there? Thank you, bye~” Nick saluted. Meanwhile, Judy drove off to chase the moose. SCU mammals must make a way. “Wait!” The horse grunted. When other agents checked the riddled wolverine, it had already begun to evaporated, indicating it was dead. “Darn you, Hybrid!!” He cursed.

    In the meantime, moose Savage was bolting blindly in Savanna Central, pursued by black and white. The car drew alongside the monster. The driver’s window was slid down, which allow Hybrid to talk to Savage despite the fact that it probably would not understand.

“Why vamoose, mr. moose?”

“Bun bun just made a pun.” Tod cracked up. “Guess I’m infected with your habit.” Doe joshed. Their car outpaced the moose then drifted to cut in front of it. Hybrid braked the sports car, opening the door, aiming the pistol in her left paw at Savage while her right paw twisting the device’s handlebar anticlockwise. “ CRITICAL BREAK ” The gun fired a energy ball. It exploded like a firework. The burning lights curved to strike the monster.

    Moose Savage, crumpling, completely disintegrated. Nick pretended to blow away gun smoke from the barrel though there was no smoke and Hybrid cannot blow the air because of a helmet.

“Sweet cheese. We’ve driven pretty far off from where we left your body, huh?” Judy had just realized. “We shall meet up later then.” He proposed. “Ahh, see ya, Nick.” She agreed, pulling the syringe to draw her blood out. It was teleported as she detransformed.

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    Fox opened his eyes. Apparently, his mind was transferred back to his body. He moaned, experiencing fatigue.

“You’re awake.” Deep gravely voice uttered next to tod.

“Hang on...” Knackered, Nick pressed the syringe, injecting blood teleported from Judy. All weariness had gone at once. “Much better, thanks for the ride, Fin.” Tod expressed his gratitude to the driver. He was presently sitting on a passenger seat of the moving van, not leaning against a wall like the doe believed.

    Back before Hybrid transformation, Nick texted his former partner-in-crime, Finnick the fennec fox, to pick him up where he fell unconscious and give him a lift. “Did you coddle my body when I passed out?” Nick examined his physical body.

“I’m being more than a generous guy. I carried somebody almost twice my size, fatass.” Finnick beefed, glancing the belt bound around fox’s waist. “Seriously, man, that thing you’re wearing is unnerving.”

“You mean MidniDriver ?” Nick tapped the morpher, MidniDriver , the devices he used with his bunny partner to transform into Hybrid. “Yeah, midnight whatever. Anyways, what’s the plan?” Finnick wondered, concentrating on the road. “Just go to the place I sent you a location. I have an appointment with Tuck boy~” Nick mentioned Jim Tuck, the raccoon who intruded Cliffside Asylum… who also accepted fox cop’s help.

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