#Forest chases a plot bunny

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Plans to watch MM tomorrow, so I'll finally be able to come back to Tumblr and not worry about spoilers. Just popping in for a moment because while I have been able to do some writing for my fics, I was also goofing around a bit with a random idea that wriggled into my brain while at work, and I thought I'd share it. It's an MCU/Rottmt crossover.

Basically, the premise is that the mystic stuff going on during the fight with Shredder was strong enough for Loki to sense from Asgard, and he gets curious since, as far as he's aware, Midgard shouldn't have anything like that anymore. As he was already looking for a reason to take a break since Thor and the others were getting unbearable with talks of the Coronation becoming more serious, he decided to sneak out for a while to investigate. Yada yada, stuff happens, he meets the boys and somehow finds himself absorbed into their collective as an uncle figure/third dad. He doesn't really fight it.

However, someone decides to take advantage of his absence, and everything leading up to the Avengers movie still ends up happening. Needless to say, he's not happy to have to deal with that during his day out with the boys.

This is all pre-Krang, by the way, so having to face this first invasion would definitely affect how they act during the movie. Am I aware the timelines (as in the years that these events take place in their respective universes) don't match up at all? Yes. Yes, I am. However, I am choosing to purposefully not think about that and just let myself have fun with this. Now, here's a little segment I wrote. Enjoy. :D

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"You will all fall before me."

"I highly doubt that," a smooth, familiar voice cut in.

Tony froze- an idle part of his mind noting how the hand gripping his face seemed to do so as well -and his eyes widened as he saw another Loki standing there. Unlike the one with the staff, however, this Loki was dressed much more casually in comparison- worn jeans, a T-shirt, and his hair tied back in a low ponytail.

And he did not look happy.

"You," staff Loki hissed, although curiously enough, Tony could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Me," casual Loki drawled before his arms uncrossed and he walked towards them, steps measured and purposeful.

"I was gone for one year," he began, voice irritated in the way only one who constantly had to deal with the stupidity of others could be. "One. Year! Practically nothing for Asgardians, and everything falls apart. All I wanted was a break, a bit of time for myself, but noooo. Clearly, even that was asking for too much."

He blinked. That…was not what he was expecting to hear.

"Uh…who are you?"

"How dare-!" staff Loki started before he was immediately up in the air, bound together by some invisible ropes or something and unable to speak.

Now free, Tony worked his jaw as he watched this crazy turn of events. Hey, the longer things stalled, the more time the others had to do what they needed.

"Quiet, you half-rate magician!" Casual Loki snarled before walking over and picking up the staff where it had fallen to the ground. "I don't even know what I'm more upset about- the fact that you dared to impersonate me in my absence or that no one sensed anything was amiss!"

Judging by how his expression darkened at the last bit, Tony was willing to bet which one bothered him more, and damn if he didn't feel a bit bad for the guy. Yeah, this was all confusing as fuck, but he knew what it was like to feel like no one cared enough to notice the important things.

Casual Loki studied the staff in his hands for a second before his eyes widened and he turned to glare at the…fake? Was that really what was happening here? This was seriously the kind of twist he'd expect out of a cheesy b-movie, not real life.

"Where did you get this?" he demanded.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" was the sneered response.

In a remarkable show of restraint unlike anything he'd seen from any Asgardian so far- even Point Break -the real(?) Loki took a deep breath and breathed slowly out of his nose.

"Remember what Dr. Feelings said," he muttered almost too quietly to hear, completely annihilating his trepidation or suspicion towards this new Loki.

There was no way anyone with destruction, world domination, or evilness in general on their mind would go to therapy (and seriously? Dr. Feelings? He hoped that was just a professional name).

Another deep breath, and real Loki finally turned to look at him.

Green.

For a moment, it was all he could see. Green eyes that were as bright and vivid and striking as that emerald he'd tried to buy Pepper once. Compared to the watered-down blue of the fake, it was a wonder Thor hadn't mentioned it. Unless he just didn't notice, which, sadly, sort of tracked with the little he knew about him.

He was really starting to understand why this guy was so pissed off.

"So, lemme get this straight," he said, if only to break the awkward silence he could feel starting to form. "This guy here," he gestured up to the Loki in the air who was scowling furiously at them, "-was pretending to be you? All while you were on what basically amounts to a vacation?"

"It appears so," Loki sighed before he finally gave in and pinched the bridge of his nose. "My sincerest apologies for the trouble. I cannot say I expected such a disaster to result from my time away, but clearly, I have overestimated what little intelligence and reasoning those back home possess."

He held back a cackle of amusement, but it was a near thing, and judging from the way the corner of Loki's mouth twitched, he'd noticed.

"So how'd you know to come here, then?"

"Where do you think I've been?" Loki asked with a huff of laughter.

"No kidding? I thought Asgardians thought we were a little backwater planet. Not exactly the first place I'd imagine for a trip."

"I assure you that Thor only said that because he's an uncultured brute too embarrassed to admit Midgardian technology is beyond his comprehension."

That time he didn't try holding back the cackle.

"How'd you know it was Thor?"

"Please. With that charlatan galavanting about, there is no other the Allfather would have sent. And last we spoke, my brother did not have the most favorable opinion of Midgard."

"Huh…You're the real deal, aren't you?" he asked, the reality of it all sinking in.

This whole time they'd been dealing with someone else. The who still needed to be answered- and that was probably a really important answer now that he thought about it -but this guy was the real Loki. The Loki that Thor talked about with fondness, even if there was grief mixed in. Now that he was getting a chance to have an actual conversation, he could see why Thor had been so defensive of him. He was clever enough to figure things out with minimal information and less closed-minded about things outside his world and culture. He was witty in a way he could appreciate and just…more approachable, in a way. More human.

Completely different from the other guy.

"The one and only," Loki grinned before a more serious expression settled on his face. "Now, we should probably figure out what to do about the portal device on your rooftop."

"Wait, didn't you stop it?"

"I only managed to interrupt the connection process, and even that is taking considerable focus on my end," Loki shook his head. "The best I can do is delay the portal from opening and hope we find a way to shut it down before then."

"How long do we have?"

"Around…eight minutes."

"That little?!"

Loki's brows furrowed. "I do not jest when I say I am one of the most powerful mages in the Nine Realms, but it is precisely for that reason we even have that long. As skilled as I am, I am no match for the power of an Infinity Stone."

"Infini-what now?"

Loki suddenly looked like he'd bitten into a lemon before he looked up at the ceiling as if asking for patience.

"Thor, you absolute oaf," he groaned, sounding like he was just done with it all. "Don't tell me you didn't even figure out this much?!"

"Does that mean it's time for plan B?" a voice asked, seeming to come from Loki's forearm.

A forearm that had a strange, glowing symbol of some kind floating above it, and how had he not noticed it until now?

"Yes," he sighed. "I suppose it does. But be careful. Let Donatello try to disable the device before you attempt anything mystic. There's no telling how the two energies will react to one another, and I don't want to risk you getting hurt. I'll never hear the end of it from your father otherwise."

"Ooh, I was hoping you'd say that!" a second voice replied excitedly. "Such beautiful and advanced technology! I can hardly wait to crack this baby open!"

"Nerd!"

"Guys, focus!" yet another voice- and was it just him, or did they all sound really young? -cut in sternly. "You heard what he said! We've only got eight minutes!"

"Technically less now."

"Not helping, Leo."

"We got this!" a fourth voice chirped, somehow managing to sound cheerful and determined all at once. "Don't worry about us! Just do your thing, and we'll do ours, okay? Okay! Good luck, love you, bye!"

There was a crack and a yelp from the other side.

"I'm fine!" the second voice said, sounding a bit muffled. "Just some minor resistance!"

"Dude, why does the machine have a force field?!"

"Shut up! The comm's still on!"

"Oh shit, turn it off! Turn it-!"

The sound cut off, and the glowing circle faded. Loki stared at his arm for a moment, a mix of emotions warring on his face. Concern was one, along with exasperation, but there was amusement there too, and fondness.

"So…kids, huh?" he asked, admittedly curious. "Thor never mentioned being an uncle, but then again, mythology does say differently."

Loki snorted. "So I've seen. I can assure you, Stark, that those stories have been grossly exaggerated."

"You didn't deny it, though."

He grinned when that got an actual chuckle in response.

"I nursed a few animals back to health in my youth," he clarified. "But word of mouth and crude record keeping stretched out over a few hundred years tend to make for a wildly different account of events."

"Like the world's longest and most twisted game of telephone."

"And here I thought I was the ancient one."

That startled a laugh out of him.

"Oh, I like you," he grinned.

He really hoped this wasn't some sort of elaborate trap because he was already attached. He wondered what the odds were for him to convince Loki to extend his vacation after this…

"Now, as riveting as this conversation is, we do have a rather pressing matter on our hands," Loki reminded him. "One that I would like to resolve as quickly as possible lest-"

"LOKI!!"

"Oh for fuck's s-"

He didn't get to finish before he was thrown against a wall.

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IDEAS? I GOT YOU!!!

ok so this just came to me as I was reading your response but VAMPIRE READER MY BELOVED!!!!

Hear me out! Plot point I imagine:

It’s a full moon lily goes out to the forbidden forest (this could be before lily finds out about Remus being a werewolf or maybe she had to go get something and she’s only on the outskirts of the forest ) she’s trying to get what she needs quickly and efficiently as it is late and well forbidden. She hears something lurking around her but she can’t tell from which direction. Is it a deer? A bunny? Another person? She doesn’t really want to find out so instead she quickly and quietly decides to get the hell out of there but before she can successfully leave the forest MOONY JUMPS OUT! Lilly stumbles back before booking it in the other direction not thinking about anything besides “get the fuck away from the danger” moony is gaining fast but before he can catch her JAMES COMES TO THE THE RESCUE! he shoves moony aside and tries to keep moony away from lily. At first lily stares at the stag in shock because holy shit this giant stag just saved me but as moony tries to claw at her and the stag bellows (is that what it’s called?) she remembers her need to run and starts running again. But uh oh! Her ankle is twisted! So now she’s hobbling away as fast as she can cursing under her breath because she’s too smart to get herself into such a dumb situation like this!

Now there’s only so much James can do against moony by himself but he tries his damn hardest before moony gets out of his hold and starts chasing after Lily again this time with James hot on his tail. James yet again shoves moony aside and they tussle on the ground as lily is just inches away watching in horror as the stag who saved her gets throw into a tree. This is it she thinks. This is how I die. As the stag calls out a pained cry and as she closes her eyes accepting her early demise……nothing. Wait nothing? Quickly she opens her eyes to see someone in front of her. READER! Who in their right mind would fight a werewolf? How is this person fighting a werewolf bare handed? She stares up at this mystery person and can only see so much. because of the darkness theses not enough to she can conclude about this person but she can tell they went to hogwarts based on the clothes they’re wearing. As she continues to stare in shock she notices the person is holding the werewolf back by its jaw. Drool dripping down the persons arms. The stag is watching in shock or confusion? It’s hard to tell knowing he’s probably concussed.

The mystery person tells lily to run. She can see the persons canines and is appalled at how sharp they are. Are those fangs? She wonders. But before she can ask out loud they yell for her to run as they throw the werewolf back at least a couple feet and without a second thought she runs as fast as her sprained ankle can handle. Hearing grunts and growls in the distance. She runs as she hears screams. She runs until she reaches hogwarts. She runs until she reaches the gryfindor common room. She runs until she reaches her dorm room. She slides down the door and try’s to catch her breath closing her eyes until she ends up falling asleep against the door.

This was long and probably really shitty but hear me out. you can take this and make it like 10 times better it’d be amazing!

OK IM GONE!!! 🏃‍♀️

BRO I LOVE THIS!

AND it could totally be the beginning of the story as well. We could INTRODUCE the reader like this and start it with Lily's POV. I mean omniscient but focusing on her, and then from there build up until that point and the moment she sees the reader she can have a mini sexuality crisis bc HOW can this hot person do this?

But also, I kinda dig the idea that Remus would absolutely love the reader on a platonic kind of way because OMG there IS someone in the world that could actually fucking control Moony and they would become besties bc neither of them asked to be what they are and it'd be so freaking interested in exploring that side of the story as well.

AND since I AM writing vampires for the last Maraudween I feel like I'm actually going to have enough practice to be able to make this one happen ufff.

AND THE NAME?!?!? We could have a super meta name for the story bc Vampires are already super cool and did I mention to you guys I'm currently reading Dracula? I'm SOOOOO ready for this one!

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Another Danny and Damian are Twins

Um... hi :) I don't post very much, or, like, at all. But!! I have been obsessed with Danny and Damian are twins AU for a long time, and a plot bunny decided to live in my head. I'm debating actually writing this or not at the moment, and I figured, why not get opinions? I'm going to write it no matter what. I just... wanted to know if anyone else wanted to read it?

Edit: Masterpost Next>

Anyways, here's the first chapter:

The moon hung in the desert sky, the stars twinkling and shimmering around it. Two pairs of eyes, one blue and one green, stared up at them. The blue eyes were filled with childlike wonderment, while the green eyes were brimming with boredom. However, both sets of eyes held an undertone of worry. The nine-year-olds sat in an easy and comfortable silence, one that they knew needed to be broken so they could discuss the current state of their place in League. Neither boy wanted to speak first, but it had to be done.

“Danyal,” started the green-eyed boy. Danyal’s eyes turned away from the stars, and green met blue as the boys stared at each other. “We must talk about what we overheard Grandfather saying.”

“Yes, I am well aware,” Danyal responded. His brow pinched in thought, the small scar that adorned his left temple wrinkled in response. “Dami, you do realize what he meant, correct? There can only be one heir, and since no one escapes the League…”

“Then one of us must die.” Damian’s eyes steeled, but with Danyal being the only other soul present, he did not try to hide the glistening of unshed tears in his eyes. “I will refuse to fight you, Danny. I know he will try to make us, but I will not do it.”

“Nor will I, Dami, but you know Grandfather as well as I do. There will be no choice. Unless one of us dies before he can make us.” Danyal turned away from Damian as he said this, knowing that the next words out of his mouth would break his brother’s heart. “I will do it.”

“No, Danyal!” Damian’s sharp but quiet reply was not unexpected, but Danyal still allowed his eyes to return to his twin’s. “I do not wish to live in a world without you.”

“This is not up for debate, Damian. I will not return from this mission, and you will become the sole heir. I will hear no more of this, just know that I will forever love you.” Danyal gave Damian a swift hug, then stood from the ground and started toward the hidden bunker that they had just completed their mission in not even fifteen minutes prior. There were bombs set to go off in just under 4 minutes.

Damian jumped from his position on the ground, ready to chase after his brother. However, as soon as he started forward, he was pulled back to the ground. Danyal had chained him during their quick hug, and slid Damian’s katana just out of reach. Damian growled, already beginning to pick the lock. He knew Danyal was not trying to keep him there, but simply wanted him to stay put during his sacrifice. He finished with the lock swiftly, but as soon as he stood up to begin his sprint toward the bunder, explosions filled the air. “Danyal, no! Danny!” Damian fell to his knees, and as tears filled his green eyes, the only thing that filled his mind was blue.

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Danyal ran as fast as he could away from the exploding bunker. He could hear Damian’s heartbroken cry for him, and his own heart twisted and ached as he desperately wished he could call back to his brother. He knew, though, that if Grandfather or Mother found out that he had not died, then Damian would be forced to kill him. He did not wish that guilt on his twin, which is why he made sure to leave behind everything needed to confirm his death from the explosion. Once he reached the cover of a nearby forest, he allowed himself to stop for just a few moments. He vowed that he would find Damian again, that he would not allow his brother to mourn him forever. He only wished that Mother had disclosed the identity of their father before he had to fake his death, if only so he could go to him in hopes of being reunited with Damian as soon as possible. For now, though, he would escape to America, and hopefully find a place he could hide his presence from the League.

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Damian returned home, and for what felt like the hundredth time that night, he turned his head and felt the absence of blue eyes meeting green. He stood in front of Grandfather, relaying the proceedings of the mission. He told him that he had waited for Danyal outside of the bunker, but he had not returned to his side even after the explosion. He did not allow his features or his tone to show the hollowness he now felt without his brother by his side, but he did not miss the satisfaction that crossed Grandfather’s face at the mention of Danyal’s death. Mother’s expression had not changed, and Damian could only guess at whether or not she felt sorrow for her son’s death.

“Dismissed,” came the voice of Ra’s al Ghul. Damian turned on his heel and headed straight for his quarters. Quickly, he grabbed Danyal’s favorite book on astrology and hid it underneath his pillow. Damian knew that hope was a foolish thing, but he would never allow himself to truly believe that Danyal was gone. There was always a chance that he escaped, that he would find his way to his brother again once they were older. He sat on the edge of the bed and memorized every detail of Danny’s side of the room. He knew that by morning, all of his brother’s things would be gone, and Danyal al Ghul would be nothing but a memory.

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Danyal quietly made his way through the forest. It was fall now, October, if he had to guess. August felt as if it had been years ago, but the last two months without Damian had been even more agonizing than he had originally anticipated. He looked around for any sign as to where he was, and out of his peripheral he saw a sign along the road. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards it. “Amity Park, Illinois. Population 15,328.” Danyal read the sign slowly, making sure he fully absorbed the information before he came to a decision. “This will do.” He walked toward the road, and then followed it until he made his way into town. He was sure a nine-year-old carrying a wakizashi around would be unsettling, but he refused to leave it behind. It would be one of the only ways he could convince Damian that he truly was his brother once they met again in the future.

Almost immediately after making his way into town, a police officer approached him and dragged him to the station. When asked about his parents, Danyal informed them that he did not have any. The pitying looks were disdainful, but he kept his mouth shut. He did not wish to garner unwanted attention. Well, more than he already had for being a child that would not part with a wakizashi and no parents. Before he knew it, he was being carted away to an orphanage. He was left with a woman called Mrs. Park, who led him to an office where he sat down in an old plastic chair.

“What’s your name, son?” The sickly-sweet voice of Mrs. Park almost made Danyal gag, but he managed to hold it in.

“Danyal,” he responded, and the lack of a last name made Mrs. Park frown.

“Okay, Daniel. Let me just get you put in the system. We will need a photo and some fingerprints before we take you to the rooms. We have some prospective adopters coming by today, so you might want to get cleaned up.” Mrs. Park pointedly stared at the mud-stained clothes that hung off Danyal, and if she noticed him bristle at the mispronunciation of his name, she didn’t show it.

Once they finished with the necessary paperwork, Danyal was taken to the restroom to get a shower and a change of clothes. He kept his wakizashi with him in the bathroom, and he made sure to leave it on the counter where he could still see it even with the curtain closed. Once he was done, he emerged in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, and he couldn’t help but frown at the restrictions that his new attire provided. He was shuffled into room by Mrs. Park, and he made sure to glare at the other two kids in the room so that they knew to leave him alone.

Mrs. Park clapped her hands. “Okay kids, we have some prospective adopters that just showed up. Their names are Jack and Maddie Fenton, and they brought their daughter Jazz along. Make sure you’re on your best behaviors!” She then opened the door, and the family stepped in.

Teal eyes met blue, and suddenly the ginger teenager, Jazz, if Danyal had to guess, was walking towards him. The looming figures of her parents walked behind her. “Hello! My name is Jazz, what’s yours?” Jazz stared at him expectantly, and Danyal was unsure of how to handle the bright smile that adorned her face, so he settled for a gurgling sound instead.

“This is Daniel,” Mrs. Park spoke up. “He just joined us today. Would you like to get to know him a little better? We can take you to a private room.” Danyal once again bristled at the mispronunciation of his name, but he looked toward the Fenton family to see their response.

The large, burly man grinned excitedly. “Hiya, Danny-boy!” he boomed. “You want to come get to know us? I’m Jack, and this is my wife, Maddie!”

Danyal stared at them, but quietly and quickly responded with a “sure,” and suddenly they were being led to another room by Mrs. Park. They sat in silence for a few moments before the Fenton’s were overzealous and excited balls of energy. Danyal’s eyes snapped to Jazz, and the comforting look she gave him was all he needed to decide that he wanted to stay with this family until he could make his way back to Damian. If Danyal allowed himself to develop a familial bond with Jazz during that time, well, Damian would just have to learn to be okay with an older sister.

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Title: You Tear Down My Reason

Fandom: Spider-Man, Deadpool

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Pairings: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Spider-Man/Deadpool

Tags: No powers!AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. A/B/O Dynamics. Omegaverse. Primal!AU, BDSM Dynamics, Top!Wade Wilson, Bottom!Peter Parker, Top!Wade Wilson/Bottom!Peter Parker, Omega!Peter Parker, Alpha!Wade Wilson, Omega!Peter Parker/Alpha!Wade Wilson, sexual content, anal sex, primal sex, light bondage, domination, submission, incredibly light con-noncon if you squint super super hard I guess, really it’s just that Peter wants to be chased first, y’all know me, consent is clear, I’m a slut, but so is Peter, this is just smut, just porn no plot, sex outdoors, some light edging, eating out

Summary:

~Title is taken from “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails~

The yearly Hunt has begun and Peter Parker has finally decided to participate. As an omega, and a bunny-omega to boot, his role is certain. He’ll be prey. As a bunny, he has speed on his side. He’s confident he’ll be able to evade any unsavory alphas, though the background checks are extensive. Still, the risk is there… Yet Peter is surprised to find that the risk makes it even more exciting.

//Trigger Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Language, Sexual Content, BDSM Dynamics, Anal Sex, Top/Bottom Dynamics, Primal Kink, Breeding Kink, Not Really Con-NonCon But More Chasing And Adrenaline, Consent Is Given Loud and Clear, Biting, Chasing.\\

Please remember to read the tags and trigger warnings carefully. No fic is ever worth jeopardizing your mental health. If I’ve missed any, please let me know! I am so deadly serious about reading the tags, y’all!!

Good lord I’m a whore

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Peter Parker was almost surprised to find himself preparing for the annual Hunt. Frankly, he never thought he’d be participating, yet here he was… Washing with plain soap and prepping himself carefully. As he gently opened himself up in the strange bathroom, he bit back any moans. Finally feeling clean and ready, he struggled with the shower knob for a moment before figuring out how to shut the damn thing off. He stepped out of the shower and onto a soft, warm rug. Peter was pleasantly surprised to find that the floors were heated. As was tradition, he dressed himself in the pure white clothing set out for him: a simple shirt and pants set. A blush colored his cheeks as he noticed the way that the sides were stitched to allow easy tearing. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the way that his pants hugged his ass and thighs just right. Satisfied, he pulled on the shoes provided. They were running shoes. This caused yet another blush to bloom across his face. Glancing out the window, he took in the gorgeous sight of the forest surrounding the building.

Every year, a Hunt was held in these very woods. The tradition had been carried over from Britain even before the United States had formed. It had started as a way to increase marriage and birth rates in a “socially acceptable” way, but these days it seemed that only loners still participated. Peter was one such person. He’d had a boyfriend in highschool, then a girlfriend in college, but he’d never felt… alive in those relationships. He’d always had a desire for a more primal sort of relationship. As a proud and staunch defender of omega and beta rights, this had made him uncomfortable for many years. But this year, he’d finally given in. After all, participants in the Hunt were completely confidential. He’d had to sign all kinds of paperwork. Besides, he argued to himself, wasn’t the fact that he could choose whether or not to participate a win in and of itself? Shaking off his doubts, Peter made his way to the next room. A beta sat at a table, looking up to smile at him as he entered.

“Hello, Peter! How are you feeling?” She asked.

“I’m… a little nervous.” He admitted. The beta woman smiled gently at him.

“That’s perfectly normal! I can assure you, each and every person here today underwent the same, rigorous background testing that you did.”

Peter nodded, wringing his shirt in his hands.

“I know, I’m more excited than anything.” He blushed at his accidental double entendre.

“That’s good to hear, Peter. Now, I understand that you’re a bunny-omega, correct?”

Peter nodded again, then realized that she wanted him to expand on that.

“My hearing and sense of smell are better than most, and I’m a fast runner.”

The beta took a couple of notes before looking back up with another smile.

“I’m sure you’ll give quite the chase! Now, are you fully aware of how this works?”

“Yes, I am.” Peter answered, fighting the urge to laugh nervously.

“Good deal.” The beta slid one last sheet of paper over to him along with a pen. “Now, this is your chance to say ‘no’. If you have any doubts whatsoever, you can always give it another try next year.” She said kindly. Peter shook his head rapidly and signed the paper.

“I’m all in.” He informed her. The beta nodded, collected the papers, and stood to leave.

“Of course, you’ll be kept separate from the alphas until this evening. So we do ask that you stay inside as the alphas’ cabin is next to this one. However, if you would like to join the other omegas, I believe they’re currently in the common area eating dinner.”

“I’d like that.” Peter answered with a smile.

The beta woman led him out of his room and into a larger common area. About a dozen other omegas were milling around and filling up plates of food. A few glanced his way, looking him up and down before returning to their dinners. Peter was quickly accosted by a smaller omega woman, who introduced herself as Betty. She was sweet, and seemed eager to make friends. Peter was a bit embarrassed to find he was the only male omega in attendance. Betty reassured him. Peter made his own plate, choosing lighter options over the heavier foods. This was partially to aid in his upcoming run, but also because of the insistent nerves that were clawing their way through his stomach.

“Aren’t you hungry, sweetheart?” Betty asked kindly.

“Not particularly.” Peter answered, then felt the need to continue. “It’s a bit earlier than I usually eat.”

“I’m so nervous and excited, I can hardly even think about eating!” Betty giggled.

“I always eat when I’m nervous.” Another omega chimed in.

“I always eat when I’m excited.” Another omega added with a mischievous look. The entire room was filled with giggling.

Peter enjoyed spending time with the other omegas. They calmed his nerves and solidified his determination. Everyone came from such different backgrounds. It was interesting to hear everyone’s reasons for joining the Hunt. Before he knew it, 6:45pm had rolled around and the beta woman, Jean, had returned. She led the group outside and to the edge of the woods.

“As prey, you will all have a five minute head start. There are many hiding places throughout the forest.” Jean winked at the group of omegas, who all turned to whisper conspiratorially together. “There are also several safe houses throughout. If at any time you feel unsafe or do not wish to continue, the safe houses lock from the inside and are equipped with panic buttons as well as phones. Do not hesitate to use one if you need it. Each safe house is marked with a trail as well as signage.” Jean glanced at her wristwatch, then back at the alphas’ cabin. “They’re about to bring out the alphas, but don’t worry. They’ll be confined to the porch until the second bell rings. Does anyone wish to opt out?”

The group of omegas snuck glances at each other, but none spoke. Jean nodded with a smile before turning to the cabin. Sure enough, the door was opened by a rather intimidating alpha. Peter’s eyes widened as a group of alphas were led out into the closed-off porch. He glanced over the group of alphas, ranging in size and strength, until his gaze fell upon one in particular. The alpha was standing away from the group, clearly being excluded. He was the biggest alpha that Peter had ever seen. Muscles rippled under his black clothing, signifying him as a hunter. His skin was completely covered by scars, which made him look dangerous. And yet, Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s biceps—especially when they flexed as he crossed his arms. Peter’s mouth began to water as his eyes trailed up those muscular arms and shoulders to the alpha’s face. The alpha was staring right at him. He shivered for a moment, but not from any negative feeling. Instead, he felt his entrance begin to lubricate itself, preparing him to take this alpha. Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from the alpha’s. He watched as the alpha slowly, purposefully licked over his long, wickedly curved fangs. Peter bared his throat just slightly… an invitation.

Unfortunately, his wordless (read: mindless) flirting (read: wantonly throwing himself at) the alpha was interrupted. Jean was clearing her throat rather awkwardly and Betty elbowed him gently with a giggle. He turned back to face her, only to find a few of the other omegas staring at his—no, the—alpha in what looked like disgust. Anger brewed inside of him until Jean cleared her throat again, snapping his attention back to her. All previous doubts were thoroughly extinguished. Now, he only felt the quick flapping of butterfly wings in his stomach and up into his lungs.

“Now, then. The bell will ring any moment, and you all may take your head start.” She informed them. “Good luck!”

True to her word, the bell rang once.

Peter turned one last time to face the alpha, and for good measure, he winked. Then, he turned and sprinted into the woods. If he was honest with himself, he was showing off. He knew just how fast he was. His natural traits had more than earned him the title of a bunny-omega. He wondered if what they said about bunny-omegas were true. He giggled breathlessly to himself as he ran, finding a good hiding spot along the trail. It was a good place to hide. It would keep him fully concealed from the trail while also giving him a good vantage point. As he crawled under the bush, he considered his plan. He would wait for the huge alpha to come barreling through the woods, then leap out of his hiding spot and take him for a couple circles of the forest, just to get his adrenaline going. Then, he would let the alpha catch him. After all, he was the fastest bunny-omega he knew, let alone the fastest omega. There was no way an alpha that big could be very fast. He giggled quietly to himself. He’d need to help the alpha out a little.

The bell rang twice.

Peter sat very still, listening and looking for any sign of the alphas. Soon enough, one came blundering through. It wasn’t the alpha he wanted though, so he laid very still. Whoever the alpha was, he didn’t even stop to sniff the air, so he was soon on his way. The next was a female alpha. She did pause to sniff around for a moment, getting rather close to his bush, but Peter purposefully soured his scent and off she went. For a while, he watched a few more alphas come through, and even watched as an omega raced through the trees, an alpha hot on her trail. He grinned to himself. She was definitely holding back. Peter began to grow a little bored. There hadn’t been any sign of the alpha. He began drawing in the dirt with his finger, tracing little hearts and flowers and fighting the urge to yawn. Suddenly, he smelled something. Peter’s head pricked up and he stopped drawing. It was something wild and dangerous, but he didn’t feel any fear. Feeling as though he was being watched, he slowly turned his head, only to come nose-to-nose with the alpha. Letting out a squeak, he scrambled out from under the bush and began running.

He began at a moderate pace, intending to allow the alpha to stay just a few feet behind him. The alpha caught up much quicker than he’d expected. He ran a little faster as he saw the man behind him pick up speed. Before long, he was full-on sprinting through the woods. He kept glancing back, surprised to see the alpha easily keeping pace. The alpha grinned at him through panting breaths, fangs glinting in the quickly darkening forest. Peter let out a breathless laugh, dodging trees and running off the path. The alpha followed easily, gaining more ground as Peter tried to wind his way through the trees. They had only made it a little ways into the trees when Peter found himself tiring. His adrenaline was still screaming through his veins, though, as he glanced back to see the alpha even closer and hardly winded. Perhaps he’d underestimated him. That glance backwards was Peter’s undoing. He’d failed to see a tree root in front of him and tumbled over it. He wasn’t hurt, thankfully, but as he scrambled to his feet, the alpha yanked him backwards by the waist. Peter yelped, struggling in his grasp, until a deep, rumbling voice cooed in his ear.

“Shhshh, Omega. Settle down, now.” Peter found himself going limp in the alpha’s arms. “What’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Peter.” He breathed as he was gently wrestled to the ground.

“Mmm, Peter.” The man mulled it over in his mouth, tasting every consonant and vowel like it was a five course meal. Peter shivered in his arms. “My name is Wade. I saw you looking at me, before we started.”

“Mhm.” Peter whimpered as the alpha’s hot breath tickled at his bonding spot.

“You looked… interested.” Wade continued.

“I am.” Peter breathed, baring his throat. The alpha chuckled behind him, wordlessly adjusting Peter when his knee began to hurt from where he knelt on a rock.

“You keep baring your throat like that, baby, and I might just bite it.”

Peter gulped, baring his throat even more. Wade chuckled again.

“I’ll take it that this is what you came for.” Peter could only nod. “And you’re sure? You wanna be claimed by a perfect stranger? I could be a murderer, you know.”

Peter whined, unsure why that made him even hornier. He supposed it was the danger aspect to it. Wade shushed him again, trailing his hand from Peter’s waist to his thigh.

“I want it.” He answered, more sure than ever. Wade scented him deeply, gripping his thigh in a vice grip. Peter felt another jolt of arousal, but grinned to himself. He’d caught his breath. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy for you.” He told the alpha in a haughty tone.

The alpha paused for a moment, his grip slackening just enough for Peter to wrench away and continue his sprint into the forest. This time, he focused less on giving Wade a good run and more on finding a good spot to be caught. He thought briefly about finding one of the cabins strewn throughout the forest, but decided instead that he’d much rather be fucked silly beneath the stars. It added more to his fantasy. Wade was quickly gaining on him. He had pretty good endurance, even for a bunny, but he was meant more for sprints than long distance. Wade, it seemed, was good at both. He felt slick start to drip down his thighs as he imagined how Wade would show him exactly how much endurance he had.

He was slowing now, and he could practically feel Wade’s breath on the back of his neck. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine. Wade seemed to be toying with him now. He was more than close enough to catch, but Wade seemed content on running him down completely. Peter grinned. He’d learned his lesson. Finally out of the energy to run, Peter stumbled slightly and was immediately snatched backwards against Wade’s chest. He struggled in his grip half-heartedly as he was wrestled back down into the dirt. The forest smelled divine. It had rained the night before. Peter moaned as Wade completely manhandled him into presenting. Then, the alpha blanketed his body with his larger form.

“Are you sure you want this, Omega?” He asked gently.

“Yes, Alpha. I want you.” Peter wriggled back against Wade, taking a deep breath in when he felt something very hard and very large poke his backside.

“Good bunny.” Wade growled in his ear.

“How’d you know—?” Peter began, only to gasp when Wade tore his shirt off.

“Only a bunny can run like that.”

Peter moaned as a hand began tracing over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

“And you are—?” He finally managed to ask. Wade chuckled in his ear, sending shockwaves through his system.

“Oh, baby boy. I’m a wolf.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter moaned as Wade ran his hand down his spine and over the curve of his ass. He paused there, waiting for Peter to consent.

“Take me, Alpha!” Peter stammered out when Wade refused to continue. The alpha ripped off Peter’s pants with little effort, then pulled back to take in the view.

“Goddamn, baby boy! I knew that ass was fantastic when you started running, but damn!”

Peter blushed, turning his head to bat his eyelashes shyly.

“Thank you, Alpha.” He licked his lips as he took in the now-shirtless Wade. “You look so strong. I want you to hold me down and take me so bad.”

Wade gave him a slight slap on his ass, then kneaded at the soft skin there.

“Gotta prep you first, baby.”

Peter shook his head. “I already prepped myself. Just take me, Alpha, please!”

“I’m big, honey, you’re gonna need more than those tiny little fingers of yours.” Wade backed up a little, leaning down to bite down on the omega’s rear end. “Besides, this big, bad wolf can’t wait to eat you whole. Or, at least, to eat your—“

Peter erupted into laughter, his hand going back to grasp at Wade’s.

“Alright! Alright! You win.”

Wade’s tongue laved over his asshole. Peter rocketed forward, then backwards when his body decided that the feeling, while foreign, was a good one. Wade took his time, licking at Peter’s rim and then finally sinking his tongue fully inside, being careful of his fangs. It didn’t take long before Peter was completely soaking Wade’s face and bouncing backwards, seeking out the sensation. Then, the first finger breached his hole. Wade took care to enter gently, then added a second. Peter gasped at the stretch. It probably was a good idea to prep him a bit further if only two of Wade’s fingers had already stretched him so far. A third soon joined the other two and Peter was a panting mess on the forest floor. Wade pulled his face away, wiping Peter’s slick off with a discarded shirt. He let Peter fuck himself back on his fingers for a minute, enjoying the way the smaller man’s ass shook with each movement. Then, he carefully crooked his fingers around until he found it. The exact spot he was looking for, which made Peter see stars.

Wade pulled his fingers out, earning a disgruntled sound from Peter, before using his slicked hand to stroke his own cock. Peter glanced behind and groaned at the sight. He readjusted into a prime breeding position and Wade was lost. His chest was in the fallen leaves and dirt which made up the forest floor, while he knelt, hips pushed in the air and accentuating his smaller waist and thick ass. Wade couldn’t help himself from landing a couple spanks, to which Peter simply yelped and moaned. The omega turned his head just slightly to show off his bonding spot. Wade felt all common sense leave him, and he gripped at Peter’s hips. Spreading his cheeks, he licked at his lips, remembering the taste of his slick. Peter whined a little, wiggling his hips in a clear invitation which Wade was more than happy to take. With one hand, he held Peter’s hips still. His other hand guided his cock to that open, wanting hole. Peter gasped a little as his cockhead entered first, then let his breath out long and slow as Wade sunk into him.

“Ho-o-oly fuck!” Peter exclaimed.

“I haven’t even started, baby boy.” Wade promised.

He pulled out slowly, sinking in again and nearly knocking the breath out of Peter. He took his sweet time, allowing Peter to acclimate, and enjoying the way the omega pushed his hips back to meet his. Peter was practically chasing his cock. Like he couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t be without it. Wade smirked to himself. That smirk was soon wiped off his face when Peter managed to twist around enough to glance at his face. He raised an eyebrow, pouting his lips forward.

“Is that all, Alpha? I thought you were gonna claim your prize, but it seems you just want a leisurely fuck in the woods, hm?”

“Careful what you wish for, Omega.” Wade growled at him.

Peter opened his mouth to speak again, and Wade struck. He yanked Peter’s hips back in a bruising grip, fucking into him with abandon. Peter let out a rather loud cry, which was swiftly interrupted by a yelp when Wade managed to hit his prostate. Once the alpha had found that special spot, he hit it with each thrust. Wade was determined to fuck the snark out of Peter, at least for an hour or two. Honestly, he loved that the little omega wasn’t scared of him. Meanwhile, all coherent thought had left Peter’s brain. He was vaguely aware of a rather high-pitched ‘ughnn’ sound, and was surprised to realize that he was the one making it. Wade fucked him hard enough to shove his whole body forward with each thrust. His chest was getting a bit sore, but Peter found it only added to the fantasy. Here he was in the woods, prey to a big, bad wolf. He arched his back even further, enjoying the sound of Wade’s moaning and the lewd sounds of his slick hole being used.

With Wade’s cock plunging into him mercilessly, he hardly noticed when his legs started burning. Apparently, holding up his own weight as well as taking the brunt of a large alpha fucking him was too much for them. They started shaking a bit with the effort. Peter decided he didn’t mind it, though, as he felt his orgasm closing in. Just as he felt he was about to come, Wade yanked him up by the waist, holding his whole body weight back against his chest. Both were sweating now, despite the chill in the night air. Darkness had fully descended, and the only light came from the moon filtering through the trees. Peter panted, being held aloft as Wade settled him down, legs spread over his knees. It felt as though the alpha’s cock was even deeper in this position, and Peter took the much needed breather. Wade chuckled lowly in his ear, nuzzling and sucking over his bonding spot before asking:

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby boy. Was that too much for you? Is the little bunny too tired from taking cock?”

Peter whined a little, his own dick hard despite the embarrassment. Before, he’d felt completely blanketed by Wade. Now, he felt bared for all the world to see.

“I think the bunny needs a good dicking, hm?” Wade thrust upwards into him once, enjoying the sound of Peter’s answering moan. “Do you need a good dicking? Is that what you need?”

After a moment of silence, Peter realized he was actually supposed to answer.

“Yes, Alpha! Yes, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me good and hard!”

Wade apparently liked that answer well enough, as he grabbed hold of Peter once and again and began fucking him thoroughly. Peter felt almost high as his prostate was hit again and again. He’d been so close last time! He vaguely wondered if Wade had done that on purpose, then shook the thought off. It wasn’t until Wade began nipping at his neck that he felt his orgasm creeping up again. Those sharp fangs pierced skin with little effort, the alpha sucked on the wound until the pinprick of pain faded. Then Wade did it all over again, until Peter’s neck was littered with bites and bruises. Peter couldn’t wait to see what it looked like. As he felt his second orgasm nearing, Wade slowed his pace, then stopped completely. This time, Peter was sure it was intentional. He let out a rather loud whine, trying to thrust his own hips.

“None of that, Omega. You take what I give you.”

Peter whined again, quieter this time, and sat still. His own dick was twitching rather uselessly, and he watched with bated breath as Wade’s hand rubbed over his chest and down his stomach. To his dismay, the hand avoided his dick entirely, instead rubbing at his thigh for a moment. He twitched a bit, and Wade trailed his hand back up his stomach to pinch at his nipples as he bit more bruises into Peter’s neck. Finally deciding to take pity on the omega, he spoke.

“Who do you belong to, beautiful?”

“You, Alpha. I’m yours.” Peter answered without a second thought.

Wade considered whether or not he should bring up his breeding kink, but so far Peter had seemed more than happy to go along with everything else, so he continued.

“Who does this ass—“ He thrusted once, hard, to drive home his point. “—belong to?”

“You! You, Alpha! You!” Peter yelped.

“That’s a good bunny.”

Wade helped him into presenting again, wadding up their discarded clothing and using them to cushion Peter’s thighs off his calves. When he finally sank back into that tight, slick, heat, Peter sang.

“Want me to breed you, baby? Want me to pump you full of my seed?” Wade asked, listening and watching carefully for any sign of discomfort.

Peter just moaned long and high, his back arching again as he turned his head to look up through his eyelashes at Wade.

“Please, Alpha, breed me.”

Wade growled, his hips beginning to piston in and out of Peter yet again. This time, his hand pressed gently on Peter’s back while the other held his hips up. The omega was a drooling, stammering mess now. He kept rambling about Wade fucking him full of pups. This had quite the affect on Wade. He pounded into Peter, feeling his orgasm nearing quickly.

“Fuck, yes! Gonna breed you up real good, honey. Gonna—MmmFuck—Gonna knot you up real tight. You like that? Wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, Alpha! Yes!” Peter managed to answer in between getting the breath knocked out of him.

Peter’s ass began to tighten around him a bit, and just as Wade was about to reach around to finish him off, Peter came on the forest floor. Wade smirked, instead moving to all fours to fuck hard and fast into an overstimulated omega. With the alpha’s body weight pressed into him, Peter could only writhe beneath him, enjoying the almost painful pleasure that was still being pounded into him.

“Look at that, bunny! Didn’t even need to touch you, did I? Just needed a cock in your ass, didn’t you?” Peter’s muffled ‘mhm’ spurred him onwards. “Ready for my knot, baby? Ready to be bred?”

Peter answered by pressing his hips up even further. Wade gave him a few more hard thrusts before his knot began to swell, catching on the omega’s rim. After a hard shove, it popped inside and stuck. Peter let out another moan, filled with the alpha’s cum. After a couple minutes, Wade sat up slightly, allowing his knot to pull slightly at Peter’s rim. The omega whined, still unable to convince his mouth to form words. Wade pulled him up against his chest, enjoying the way Peter felt boneless in his arms.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. I promised you a real bite, remember?”

Peter managed to summon enough energy to run his hand over the back of Wade’s head, nodding happily. Wade sunk his fangs into Peter’s neck, enjoying the burst of pheromone-filled blood that slid over his tongue. Peter made a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper, head falling back to rest on Wade’s shoulder behind him. Wade ground his hips up into the omega a few times before pulling away, satisfied. He admired his handiwork in the moonlight. Even if it wasn’t a real mating bite, it would scar. He’d always be a part of Peter. It made his inner alpha happy. The two sunk onto the forest floor, spooning. With Wade’s knot still thoroughly locked inside and his hand carding through his hair, Peter slept the best he had for months—maybe years.

The next morning, he woke to find that Wade had retrieved fresh clothes for them. He was then carried off to a nearby stream for a quick wash, as walking was a bit of a challenge. The two sat in the chilly water a bit awkwardly, each trying to figure out what to say to one another. Finally, Peter gathered enough courage to speak.

“I wanted to say ‘thank you’, Wade. Last night was… incredible.”

“I thought so, too.” Wade answered with a grin.

Peter examined his face, then his bare chest. With a start, he realized he was growing slick again. Wade sniffed the air a moment, then grinned wider. Peter splashed him in retaliation. They both laughed a bit, wondering what to say next.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Wade finally said, his voice sounding tight.

“I did. I’m glad you did, too.” Peter answered.

There was another few minutes of silence before the two stood, drying off and getting dressed. Peter chanced a peak at Wade, only to find the alpha doing the same. He smiled shyly at him, buttoning his shirt with awkward hands. As he glanced down, he realized he’d somehow missed the first two buttons and was now wearing a rather off-centered, avant-garde shirt. Wade laughed quietly before stepping forward and unbuttoning his shirt. Peter’s breath hitched slightly as Wade’s scarred fingers brushed his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

“You’re welcome.” Wade answered, just as quietly.

With his shirt re-buttoned, he glanced around the forest, taking in the sight for what was probably the last time. When he finally looked back at Wade, there was a wistfulness in his eyes.

“I suppose this is goodbye?” The way Wade said it was more of a question. More of a plea.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Peter answered, smiling softly. “I was just thinking, we burned some serious calories last night, and I could do with a taco, or like… ten.”

Wade’s face lit up like Christmas.

“I love tacos.”

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hey there! I've been following this blog for a long time, it's been super helpful with tips for all parts of the writing process in the past, so I wanted to start off by saying thank you for taking the time to run it!! I was hoping you might have some advice for getting back into a story that you've lost inertia with? I have a novel I'm working on that I've outlined and started the first draft of, but I've lost a lot of the oomph and motivation that happens in the beginning with a new idea. I'm still really excited about it, but the motivation and drive to keep writing has fizzled. Anything you might have in regards to how to get the spark back would be much appreciated!

I have some bad news - there is always going to be that motivation fizzle when it comes to new ideas. Your brain gets excited about it, comes up with a lot of great stuff, then panics when it realizes figuring out the rest of the story is going to be hard work. Plot bunnies are fun to chase, but when they disappear, it's on you to get them back.

Sit down and think about what you want to do with this story. Why did you start writing it in the first place? What about it felt so exciting? Where do you see it going? Sometimes reminding yourself of what you'd like it to become can help jumpstart that motivation.

Make some not writing projects - playlists, moodboards, face claims for characters. Explore some of the backgrounds - where do you want to set it? What buildings, cities, or forest catch your interest? Sometimes building back that enthusiasm means taking your mind off of making words.

Tackle the bits that excite you the most. Yes, you'll have to fill in the rest of it, but writing a few kick-ass scenes - that kiss that won't happen until chapter seventeen, the epic battle - can help motivate you to fill in the rest. For me, draft snippets of conversations really help me want to figure out how to get to that conversation in the first place.

Finally, set a schedule. This is the least fun part, because you might spend a view days sitting there and producing nothing, but you're trying to train your brain to fit to a schedule. You will set aside a specific period of time to work only on this story and nothing else. Note that it doesn't have to be the same time, nor every day, but the goal is to form a habit you'll consider important. Your brain will kick and scream the whole way through, swearing up and down that one more TikTok video won't hurt, but don't give in, even if you don't write anything. Block the internet, lock down your phone apps, do whatever it takes to associate this time with writing time only.

The most important thing is to keep going. You might not be able to restart that spark right away, but by keeping at it and keeping the story in your mind, you'll get that motivation back.

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Ridea's Latest Plot Bunny - Little Fox

Her laugh echoes through the woods as she runs. He's crashing through them as he chases her, but she knows the place well, knows when to jump, where to twist as she leads him further in. It is just too easy. She can't help herself to play and tease when they leave themselves so open. She weaves a spell as she darts over a fallen log, balancing carefully on a moss-covered stone as it settles around her. She waits, wanting to see what will happen next. She's not worried about him finding her, not with the anger and fear that she smells coming off of him. He'll blind himself soon enough, too lost in his emotions to see the illusion she draws. She giggles to herself, aware of the spirits of the forest that watch her. She waves to one, a figure of a young girl with eyes older than her appearance. The girl's head tilts, watching her. There's a crash as the man trips over the log she had erased from his mind. He should have known, she justifies to herself. It's no secret that things like her exist, that they can't help but be drawn to the desire to play with humans. Especially when she sees the cruelty some possess. All she's doing is offering what he's given to others. He was all too willing to let her close. She'll lead him higher up the mountain. That will be a good trick. He'll learn or die. She giggles again before twisting the illusion slightly. His eyes cloud as it takes hold and she sees the lustful expression that's tainted by his need for revenge. She whistles lightly, a soft tune to draw his attention before she winks at the spirit girl again. She darts off, knowing he's seen her and is following. Maybe a little higher than before, but away from the traps the masked man has lain. She has no problem with him. Not when he leaves out treats and charms for her. which she repays when she can. Now though? She has a human to teach a lesson to.

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[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 88: Dead Man's Party

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: swearing ❧ Word Count: 4.7k (wow this is the shortest chapter I've done in ages lol)

❧ In This Chapter: Halloween comes to the Commonwealth, but everything is just a little too good to be true.

❧ A/N: Sorry this came out so late today! I've been really stressed with my two jobs and everything so I didn't have time to write this ahead of time, but it's here! And yes, it's a little shorter than the other chapters as of late but idk sometimes some chapters are shorter/longer than others. Basically I'm just here for the fluff, and we have a little plot in here with the masquerade ball stuff but we all know how that goes so I didn't go into too much detail with it. At least we get to see Robin petting bunnies.

It was mirth like you’d never seen before, not even when you were a child.

In the middle of downtown, hoards of costumed children played carnival games and scarfed down colorful cookies and candies the likes of which the children of Alexandria had never seen before.

Parents followed around their sugar-crazed children like they were chasing chickens, and real chickens clucked and goats bleated as tiny hands fought for the chance to pet the fascinating farm animals.

Robin Dixon waited patiently, but nervously, standing by you as she tried and failed to get through the crowd of other children, pushing each other out of the way and letting out ear-piercing screeches as children were wont to do for some reason.

You peered your head intently over the crowd, looking for an opening for the soft-spoken child to get a view of the alpaca.

“Hey,” you said, holding onto her shoulders and gently ushering the girl forward, “I see a spot. Go on, Robin.”

She looked up at you with a worried furrowed brow, and shook her head just before a much larger boy pushed past her, causing her to stumble backwards and fall onto the hay-covered concrete.

“Hey!” you called out to the rude child, but he’d already made his way to the front of the crowd, pushing past several other children in his wake. You quickly turned your attention back to Robin, huffing and rubbing her eyes as she lifted herself up. “You okay, baby?” you asked as you kneeled beside her, brushing the dirt off her forest green tattered shirt.

All you could do was thank God Daryl was taking the Grimes children through the haunted house, because if he had seen that boy push Robin to the ground, whether it was an accident or not, he’d find that little shit’s parents and rip them a new one for raising such a monster who would dare hurt his little angel.

“Yeah,” she huffed, adjusting her pointy green felt hat you’d hand-sewn for her admittedly somewhat scrappy Robin Hood costume, but she looked utterly adorable, if you were to say so yourself. “Let’s go.”

You furrowed your brow. “But we just got here,” you said, gesturing around you to the tiny petting zoo, separated from the rest of the festival by a bright white picket fence. “And I thought you wanted to see the animals.”

She shrugged and wiped harder at her pouting face, and you could just tell she was trying not to cry. The poor thing had the misfortune of inheriting both yours and Daryl’s distinct brands of intense sensitivity.

“I do, but…”

“Too many people?” you asked, knowing she often preferred the company of animals to that of people she didn’t know very well.

She nodded in affirmation, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar figure—the long, grey dreadlocks of one King Ezekiel setting out a cage of rabbits atop a bale of hay.

Robin had been particularly excited to see the rabbits, of course, and since you were dressed like one, you simply had to draw her attention to it.

“Hey,” you said, directing her gaze towards the cage where Ezekiel was just beginning to gently take out a large brown cottontail, “there’s King Ezekiel.”

Robin’s eyes widened, but not at the presence of His Majesty. “Rabbits!” she gasped, and looked back to you with the sheer wonderment only a child could possess. “Can we see the bunnies?”

“Yes,” you laughed, and the rather weak child tugged firmly at your hand, dragging you to the rabbits.

Ezekiel, always great around children, and knowledgeable of the youngest Dixon’s fascination and appreciation for animals, especially rabbits, put on a bright, ecstatic face for the girl. Of course, her being dressed as Robin Hood and the reputation he had had as “king” was not lost on him.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “If it isn’t brave Robin Hood. What brings you to this part of Sherwood Forest, milady?”

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled shyly, holding her sturdy child-sized bow (put together rather meticulously from sticks and twine by her father) in her hands. “Rabbits,” she said, nodding her head towards the one nestled in his arms. “Are we allowed to pet them, Ezekiel?”

He raised an eyebrow, now looking at you in your costume—a white sweater dress with matching white tights and a headband with carefully constructed rabbit ears sewn on. Of course, you’d taken the time to allow Robin to paint your face with whiskers and a pink rabbit nose on the tip of your own. Surprisingly, the six-year-old had done a great job.

“Of course you can pet them,” he answered with a bright smile, then turned to gesture towards the empty bale of hay behind him. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll let you hold Thumper here, okay?”

She nodded eagerly, but looked to you once again for your permission. “Go on,” you laughed, taking her bow and quiver (filled with dull, smaller arrows made with Daryl’s usual craftsmanship) before she sat herself on the bale.

“Now,” said Ezekiel quietly, kneeling down to her level and gently beginning to hand her the shy rabbit, “I know you’re good with animals, red, but I need you to be extra gentle with this one.”

She nodded her head in understanding. Indeed, Robin was always great with animals, which you had to chalk up to good parenting. Ever since Daryl brought Dog home when he was a puppy, you’d both instilled in her the importance of treating animals with respect and kindness, just like human beings.

Too many parents seemed to allow children to be rough with animals, treating them like toys or unfeeling objects, when in reality they were sensitive, vulnerable creatures that needed love and compassion. Well, sure that lesson clashed a little with Daryl’s tendency to bring home animal carcasses for dinner, but Robin was surprisingly quick to come to some understanding of the nuances and grey areas of life, to the extent a child could.

He delicately transferred the soft creature to her hands, then quickly moved her arms to wrap them securely around the animal’s body. “There,” he said, letting Thumper adjust himself atop the little girl’s lap. “See, you’re a natural. Just don’t let him go.”

She let out a giggle and craned her head to get a look at the rabbit’s face as she gently stroked his fur. “He’s so cute,” she said. “What kind of rabbit is he?”

“He’s an eastern cottontail,” he answered, making his way to the cage where another rabbit sat, wiggling its nose and blinking its wide eyes at you curiously (you liked to think it recognized you, since you were, in fact, dressed as a white rabbit). “The most common rabbit species found in North America. Did you know they can run up to eighteen miles per hour?”

“Wow,” gasped Robin, still lovingly caressing the anxious animal. “You’re fast,” she said to Thumper. “You might be faster than Dog… Fast enough to outrun him, Mom.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I don’t think so,” you said, knowing full well she was trying to convince you to let her get a rabbit, despite Dog’s hunting tendencies. “What about the white one?”

Ezekiel smiled and began wrapping up the white rabbit in his arms. “This is a special one,” he said, walking over to you and letting you stroke the creature’s beautifully soft fur. “A white Vienna named Mirabella. Her parents were rescued from an abandoned breeding facility just after the fall. She’s the last of her litter.”

You happily took the docile rabbit into your hands, sitting yourself down next to Robin as you did.

“She looks just like you,” laughed Robin. “She’s so pretty.”

“Thank you,” you said, and quickly you noticed Robin was simply taken with the white rabbit. “You wanna pet her?”

Robin nodded as she carefully handed Thumper back to Ezekiel. “Yes, please.”

You angled your body until Robin could pet her, and the rabbit seemed particularly calm under her gentle, featherlight touch. “She has blue eyes,” she said. “Do they all have blue eyes?”

“Just the Viennas,” answered Ezekiel. “Aren’t they something? They’ve been selectively bred for so long that they make great pets.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she looked up at you.

“Absolutely not,” you said, though your resistance was crumbling under the child’s wide, blue doe-eyes, and you had to admit, there was a part of you that desperately wanted to have a rabbit again. Ever since you raised them as a child, you adored the creatures. “Your father would throw a fit.”

Ezekiel laughed. “Well, I’m afraid this one’s not up for adoption anyway, Robin Hood. Even if she was, she’s pregnant.”

You furrowed your brows and immediately began inspecting the rabbit, trying to figure out if she had a noticeable belly. “Really?”

“Oh, she really is like you, Mommy,” said Robin.

You narrowed your eyes in mock offense at her, and broke out into a wide smile when Ezekiel leaned over to feed Mirabella a baby carrot. “Who's the father?” you asked curiously.

“Thumper,” laughed Ezekiel as he pet the much more skittish, wild looking rabbit. “Can you believe it? We leave them alone for one minute and, well, you know. It’ll be an interesting mix, that’s for sure. Hey, she’ll give birth in a few weeks, why don’t you stop by and see the kits when they’re born?”

“I’d love to,” said Robin.

“And, uh… if Mom and Dad are okay with it,” he said, “maybe we could see about allowing one for adoption?”

You huffed and shook your head. “Don’t encourage her.”

“Oh, please, Mommy? Daddy could train Dog not to eat it.”

There was that look again, the one you found rather hard to resist, but you were determined to maintain motherly order, within limits. “We’ll see,” you said. “When the babies are born.”

From the distance, you noticed Daryl and the Grimes children emerging from the haunted house, and in turn, Daryl spotted you and Robin at the petting zoo just before sending Judith and RJ off to play games.

“What’s all this?” he asked, gesturing to the white rabbit in your lap that Robin was petting.

“This is Mirabella,” said Robin. “She’s a white Vienna. Isn’t she pretty?”

Daryl tilted his head and scratched his chin. “Looks like dinner,” he said. You were sure it was another one of his “dad jokes,” but a part of you wondered if he was half serious.

Ezekiel let out a laugh, but Robin was less amused. “Don’t say that,” she said seriously, though the intensity in her disproportionately high-pitched, girlish voice was rather adorably amusing. “She’s pregnant.”

“Ezekiel says they might let us adopt one of the babies,” you said, subtly displaying your own doe eyes to convince him.

“Pfft,” he scoffed, shaking his head halfheartedly at Ezekiel. “Got enough babies.”

Not long after that, the long-awaited arrival of the governor of the Commonwealth, Pamela Milton, finally came, and you saw her for the first time.

Well, the first time since before the world ended. Her father was also a president back in the day, so naturally, she was in the spotlight, and all you really remembered was that your mother voted for her dad, so naturally you didn’t.

All you cared about now, though, was the selection of the winners of the costume contest, which Robin had signed herself up for.

You gently pushed her forward to stand in line with the other children, and fixed her costume one last time to make sure it was as pristine as possible, given the fact that you’d found some of the accessories in the trash.

“Knock ‘em dead,” you told her before kissing her cheek. “You’ve got the best costume here, sweet pea, no matter what anyone says.”

Daryl patted her back and leaned down to kiss her cheek, too, and now she looked a little embarrassed at all the attention she was getting in front of the other children.

“Dad…” she huffed, and Daryl’s face soured as it usually did when she called him the much more adult sounding “dad.”

“Good luck,” he said, and made his own adjustments to her costume as he pulled an arrow from her quiver and aligned it in her other hand with her bow. “There ya go. You look great.”

“Thanks,” she said, and Daryl reluctantly stepped back to stand with you watch as Pamela Milton, in all her perfectly polished pomp, walked down the line, inspecting each child’s costume with a sharp eye.

When she got to Robin, your heart stopped a little, as you knew how much Robin wanted to win the costume contest.

You were within earshot of Pamela, so when she uttered the phrase, “Robin Hood… How quaint,” with a condescending laugh as she handed her a stick of cotton candy, surely as a consolation prize, you huffed and felt your muscles tighten in slight offense.

“Gimme the strength,” muttered Daryl under his breath.

Sure enough, Robin’s costume didn’t place, and first prize went to a girl dressed in a homemade costume emulating Mercer’s Commonwealth Army uniform.

First prize, though, was ten lottery tickets, and although your family was somewhat broke, it was decidedly a rather disappointing prize, and somewhat insulting that Milton thought the chance of winning money was a good enough prize.

Nevertheless, you clapped with somewhat sarcastic enthusiasm after the contest ended, and Pamela retreated back into the municipal building where she could once again be away from the masses, blissfully unaware, or simply uninterested, of the poverty and inequality in her perfect little world.

Perhaps you should’ve known a costume of a character whose values centered around stealing from the rich and giving to the poor wasn’t going to be very impressive to the wealthy politician who profited immensely off the capitalistic system she seemed to be running.

“God, she’s devastated,” you said to Daryl, watching Robin lumber towards you with slumped shoulders and a pink fluff of cotton candy on her stick. “Poor thing.”

She unstrapped her quiver and handed her bow and arrow to Daryl. “Can we go home?” she asked.

Despite how happy she’d seemed the rest of the day, the costume contest must’ve gotten her down, and Daryl had to go home to get ready for work soon anyway, so he walked her back home, and attempted to soothe the sulking child’s sadness.

“You had the best costume there, peanut,” he said. “Just ‘cause you didn’t win don’t mean it wasn’t the best.”

“I wanted to win first place,” she said, and after a while of silence, she spoke again, more quietly this time. “I wanted to win that prize.”

He furrowed his brow and looked down at her curiously. “Lottery tickets? Nah, that’s a lame prize anyway. Least you got some cotton candy.” He gestured to the pink cloud of sugar upon a stick in her hands, which she’d been munching on for a while now (Daryl was still nervous for the sugar to take effect).

“It could’ve helped us,” she said. “If we won the money, we move to that apartment and there’d be room for the baby, and—”

Daryl laughed and stopped in his tracks to kneel down and kiss her cheek. “Money’s not important,” he said. “I mean, it’s important here, but in the grand scheme a things, it means nothing.”

He lifted Robin’s arm to show her her own bracelet, the one with DIXON in alphabet beads.

“This is what’s important,” he said. “Family.” He held his own hand to align with hers, and both bracelets seemed so steadfast and sturdy upon their wrists, especially when held together. “So don’t worry about the money thing. ‘Sides, basic training’s gonna be over soon, and we’ll get that apartment. Baby’ll be fine. Everyone will be fine.”

She broke out into a small smile, grateful for her father’s optimism.

“You really think my costume was good?” she asked.

He stood up and shook his head with a chuckle under his breath. “The best.”

As the festival was close to coming to an end, you watched RJ bob for apples and kept a distant eye on Judith as she made friends with another girl named Mei.

Carol came up behind you then, carrying extra cookies that hadn't been sold at the bakery booth.

“How ya feeling?” she asked, looking between your face and your belly.

You smiled and stroked a circle over top the white knit sweater dress covering your abdomen.

“Nauseous,” you answered. “Generally not great, but the bunny costume is helping.”

Carol reached up to adjust your rabbit ears. “You look adorable,” she said. “Where’s Robin Hood? I brought her another Frankenstein cookie.”

You sighed. “She’s a little upset after the costume contest. She really wanted to win I guess. Daryl’s taking her home. Actually, I’ve got to get back there soon before he has to leave for work.”

“Are you two going to the masquerade ball tonight?”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Not invited,” you said. “Besides, that’s only for the most important people in the Commonwealth, right?”

She shrugged and took a bite out of a cookie. “I just thought you’d look pretty in a fancy dress. If anyone could turn heads at a ball, it’d be you.”

You scoffed and waved your hand dismissively at the compliment. “No way. Daryl is going, though.” Carol raised her eyebrow at that. “Security. He’s watching the doors with Rosita. Part of their training, I guess.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Make sure he cleans up nice.”

Daryl was dreading the masquerade ball, in fact, but he had other problems that afternoon, too. Namely, he’d been given the task of helping Sebastian with his training, which he considered punishment for failing a previous exercise that day, which employed the use of teamwork.

Indeed, Daryl was not always the best at teamwork. At least, not with people he barely knew.

He’d been given two heavy duffel bags of weapons, he presumed, to carry and lay out for Sebastian to use in the dense, woody training grounds on the outskirts of town. Rosita had come along, too, helping Daryl carry the load (and probably a little worried he’d lose his cool working with Sebastian).

Mercer stood by, too, supervising Sebastian and the new soldiers, but he seemed just as peeved by the snotty rich man.

Daryl and Rosita opened the bags to reveal some very familiar weapons—Rosita’s macuahuitl, Jerry’s sword, Judith’s katana, and, most troubling to Daryl, Robin’s spear and your ice axe.

In the other bag was Daryl’s crossbow, a few of his knives, and his morning star he used on rare occasions, but it was all his nonetheless. He’d wondered, indeed, where everyone’s weapons had gone, and it seemed they were going to be used by Sebastian for his little training exercises.

He was enraged, to say the least.

“All right,” said Sebastian, “let’s see what Santa brought me.”

Daryl narrowed his eyes at the obnoxious little man. “This supposed to be funny?”

“He gets the newest ones for his drills,” answered Mercer, stoic as always.

Sebastian picked up one of Daryl’s knives and began unsheathing it from its holster. “Advanced military training, Mercer,” he corrected.

“Advanced military training,” repeated Mercer, in a rather annoyed tone.

Sebastian haphazardly tossed Daryl’s knife back onto the table before rather carelessly picking up your axe, chuckling at it under his breath in amusement at the lightweight tactical tool.

Daryl felt a wave of rage incoming, and if he ruined your beloved axe, the one you’d worn on your belt for almost ten years, he was going to have a big problem.

“Hey, careful with that one,” he said.

Sebastian looked between him and the axe in his hands. “What, this icepick?” he scoffed. “Yeah, it’s not worth my time.” He reached his hand out to throw the axe somewhere where it couldn’t offend him, and Daryl just kept his intense eyes glued to him, imagining just how great it would feel to throw him one hard right hook, right in the kisser.

It almost became comical when Sebastian attempted using the other weapons, holding Daryl’s crossbow incorrectly, swinging Rosita’s macuahuitl with way too much fervor, and finally, wielding Daryl’s morning star like a clown, until he lost control of it, and hit his foot with it before dropping it, much to Daryl’s internal amusement, but he kept the same outward demeanor of “fuck you.”

“You gotta swing all the way through,” he said.

“That thing is pathetic,” replied Sebastian. “Belongs on a wall.”

He switched to one of Jerry’s axes and decided that was good enough for him. “All right,” he said to Mercer, “release the rotters.”

The “rotters” were nearly collected in a train car just a few yards away, and though Sebastian didn’t have a problem taking the first one out with the axe, it proved more difficult to get the second one with Daryl’s knife, which he rather stupidly pierced into the walker’s shoulder rather than its skull, and subsequently struggled to retrieve it.

Perhaps he felt he needed to be a hero, even for such an annoying man, or perhaps he just hoped maybe he’d miss his target and actually shoot Sebastian in the head, but he reached for his crossbow, old reliable, and wasted no time in shooting the walker dead, much to Sebastian’s dismay.

Whatever he said after that was not of much consequence to Daryl, but the whole thing put him in a slight mood when he got home, and though you tried to hold him still to make him look rather dashing in his security uniform, he jittered with rage as he recounted the incident to you.

“Is my axe okay?” you asked, ironing his shirt with your hands as best you could, though you wished you had your real iron from back at home.

“Yeah,” he said. “But that little bastard’s a dead man,” he whispered under his breath in an attempt for the children on the other side of the room not to hear his cursing. “Hope I don’t see him tonight.”

You pouted and made some finishing touches to his hair, trying to make it look less wild and more controllably wavy.

“Well, if you do see him, at least you’ll look nice.” You held up your hand mirror to show him his visage, hoping he’d pay special attention to the hair you styled.

To him, of course, it didn’t look any different from usual, but you’d spent ten minutes meticulously parting it and spraying homemade solution from home to get his hair looking shiny and bouncy, and to accentuate his natural waves by defining them and encouraging them to nearly curl at the ends. He looked gorgeous, if you were to say so yourself.

You continued playing with his hair as his eyes darted all over the handheld mirror in search of where to look.

“You like it?”

He shrugged and raised his hand to mess with his hair himself. “Yeah, I guess.”

You admired your handiwork, smiling sweetly at his image in the mirror, how perfectly his dark, chestnut colored locks framed his well-defined cheekbones, and the adorable smattering of grey hairs that made up his short, scruffy beard that never grew much longer than stubble, but was so endearing in its consistency.

Oftentimes you thought about just how lucky Daryl was, being blessed with such good genetics. You’d seen his brother before, and based just on that, you were sure Daryl received the better package.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go tonight,” you said, and he turned to look at you with furrowed brows.

“Nah,” he said. “It’s my job. Why shouldn’t I go?”

You shrugged and kissed his cheek from behind, still looking at his handsome face in the mirror.

“Because I don’t want all the pretty, rich Commonwealth ladies ogling you. I couldn’t compete with them.”

He scoffed and lowered the mirror before turning to grab your waist and press a small kiss to your jawline, careful not to do anything else since the kids were in view.

“You really think they got anythin’ on you, pretty girl?” he asked quietly. “And ya really think anyone there’s gonna be lookin’ at this?”

He gestured to his face, and your irritation at how much he didn’t realize how beautiful he was caused you to roll your eyes and scoff at the very notion of anyone not finding him attractive.

“I know I’d be looking at you,” you said, holding his scratchy cheeks in your hands and admiring his face once again, even the jagged red scar trailing down his forehead and under his eye. “My big, strong, handsome man…”

He pinched your nose before giving you a sweet, solid kiss on the lips. “Gotta go ‘fore ya get too carried away.”

He bid the children farewell and was off to the ball, “like Cinderella,” you’d teased him.

And like Cinderella, too, he was forgetful.

You realized after a few hours had gone by that he’d left his late-night dinner you’d packed for him, and since you knew he wouldn’t be allowed to eat the fancy food at the event, you panicked, changing from your pajamas into your clothes and leaving the children with Dog with the expectation that you’d only be gone about ten minutes to deliver Daryl his food, but the universe had other plans that evening.

Approaching the municipal building, you’d expected Daryl and Rosita to be guarding the doors to the event, but neither of them were there. In fact, only a crowd of average Joe’s stood outside, crowding the door and trying to peek in to see something, but you were too far away to tell.

“What’s going on?” you asked, slightly concerned that something bad was happening, since in the world you lived in, bad things seemed to always happen.

“Some waiter’s got a knife to a woman's neck,” a man told you, and what soon followed was a loud gasp from the crowd, and another guard came out to shoo everyone from the premises.

“I need to see my husband,” you said to the soldier dressed in full Commonwealth Army getup. Of course, you probably didn’t need to see Daryl, but you were worried, and curious. He was your husband, too, and he needed his dinner, after all. “He’s security.”

“You need to leave, ma’am,” he said simply, his voice muffled by the helmet over his head. “Everyone’s got husbands in here.”

You scoffed. Well, not everyone’s got my husband, you thought, and indeed, Daryl was special. He might not have been special to anyone else in there, but he was special to you.

For all your begging, the man didn’t relent, and you were forced to retreat home with a worry in the pit of your stomach, until a hand grasped firmly at your wrist, and if you hadn’t immediately recognized it as your husband’s, you would’ve kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine, but you flung your arms around his neck and sighed in deep relief.

“What the hell are ya doin’ out here?” he asked, holding you close despite the apparent frustration in his voice.

You laughed and kissed his cheek. “You forgot your dinner,” you said, holding up his lunch pail as evidence. “They wouldn’t let me come in. I heard a waiter was threatening someone or something? Is everyone all right?”

He nodded. “Everything’s fine.”

Everything, of course, wasn’t fine, but what was he to say? That a waiter who’d been a victim of the class divide and inequality in the Commonwealth had tried to rebel against the upper echelons? That it had finally appeared at least one person was prepared to risk it all to take down Pamela Milton and her cronies? That there was more conflict in this perfect little world than any of the Alexandrians had once thought?

“It’s not fine, is it?” you asked, practically seeing all those hectic thoughts running through his head behind his eyes.

He lowered his head as he thought of the young man he’d just slipped handcuffs onto, and how he’d ushered him away to some fate he was too low level to even know of. All he knew was that he felt like he needed to wash his hands, in one way or another, and that he didn't have a good feeling about whatever was to be done with the man who had just tried to singlehandedly overthrow the government.

“Nah,” he said.

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[ziltoidcoffee]

terry really loves circling around daniel and making him look into his eyes… oh the kick terry would get out of a teasing chase with daniel before he gets him cornered and its like a predator with his prey…

{Anon, are you reading my mind? Seriously?! I have been plotting to write a predator x prey story with Silverusso for a while...I am thinking wolf 🐺 hybrid Terry and bunny 🐰 hybrid Daniel. Wrote a little of what I am thinking below. I hope you enjoy it?)

With a cry, Daniel struggles and kicks his feet frantically at the beast, aiming for the wound in his knee. Startled, Terry eases his grip, and Daniel yanks himself free, escaping the predator's clutches. He dashes through the grassy field into the wooded forest, seeking refuse among the trees. The only light illuminating his pathway is from the faint glow of the moon, but as a bunny hybrid, Daniel's vision is keen even in the dark of night.

With a broken, frightened sob, he ducks under branches and jumps over roots. Unlike the meadow or the field, Daniel's unfamiliar with the territory but adjusting as he goes. All he needs to do is outrun or confuse the wolf. Then he can find somewhere safe to hide without leading Terry back to the colony, not when he's in this state. But if Daniel doesn't go home soon, Mr. Miyagi will worry and go searching for him. Terry could move on to him next.

Tears prick at Daniel's eyes, the water splashing across his face as he runs. His heart hammers against his ribs, chest clenching painfully with distraught. But he can hear the beast growling close behind, already caught up to him despite the headstart, and Daniel picks up the pace.

“Danny!” he hears Terry growl, his voice so loud and frightening that even birds fly from the trees. Daniel whimpers but doesn't slow. "You'll never be able to outrun me! Not when I can trace your scent, you silly bunny!"

He sounds almost amused, and in a moment of weakness, Daniel glances over his shoulder to see if Terry is really playing games with him.

It was a mistake to look back.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello! If this prompt is to your liking - something along the Ladyhawke plot? Basically, during the day LWJ is turned into an animal while WWX is human, and in the night returns to human but then WWX is turned into an animal :) Or, for simplicity’s sake, I‘d just like to see LWJ turned into a bunny XD attempting to communicate with WWX who is oblivious, as you’d expect. Thank you! Your writing is amazing and I’m so pleased to read it always.

The f‎irst thing Wei Wuxian was aware of in his new life, before he ever recalled his name or recovered his cultivation, was the feeling of safety and security that came from being held in the palms of two hands, strong but soft.

Wei Wuxian had been the last and smallest of a too-large litter, causing his mother to bare her teeth at him and chase him away no matter how pitifully he cried. By the laws of nature, he should have died, unloved, but even before he remembered his past deeds he was never one to be bound by those laws. He was lucky: the soft hands came for him then, lifting him high off the ground, letting him shiver against a warm breast and even faithfully feeding him milk from a hollow reed every time he was hungry.

After some time, the haze of infancy cleared from his eyes and, for the first time, the soft hands offered him a leaf instead of milk. It was a good leaf, too. Crunchy and firm, unmarred by any insect bites and still wet from the morning dew.

Wei Wuxian gnawed on it, quite content, and reached up with his left hindleg to lazily scratch at his long floppy ear. For a rabbit, this was the very definition‎ of paradise.

Not bad at all, he thought to himself, quite smug, and not for the first time considered himself rather lucky in comparison to his stronger brothers and sisters, who were probably being taught to forage even now. They might have a mother, but Wei Wuxian has a pair of soft hands framed by long, sweeping white sleeves, and he thought that he did quite well out the bargain.

With such thoughts, he was naturally reluctant to be left behind. He followed those hands on their daily rounds, hopping‎ down dabbled forest pathways made of stone and painstakingly climbing steps to sit in cold rooms that smelt of sandalwood while the soft hands plucked at the strings of a guqin. He wouldn't hold himself back, either: he would nuzzle a kneeling thigh or try to clamber onto the man's belly to sleep, and he was never rejected. Even when he couldn't keep up, he shamelessly cried until the hands came and gathered him up close, letting him rest his sable head against the stark white robes and listen to the comforting sound of a strong heartbeat.

All things considered, Wei Wuxian was quite pleased with his life, a state of affairs that lasted right up until the first time the hands wrapped up the guqin in a white cloth, drew an ice-pale sword from its sheath and took to the air, leaving Wei Wuxian behind, abandoned and bereft.

Obviously, this was absolutely intolerable.

Wei Wuxian settled himself down on the bed and began loudly crying. Other pairs of hands, smaller ones that sometimes brought treats, sought to comfort him‎, but he remained steadfast in his misery, lying prone on his side and weeping until he fell asleep and then waking up and starting all over again.

"He missed you a lot," the white-clad ‎child murmured anxiously to the soft hands when they return a few endless days later. "He wouldn't even eat - I even tried offering him some of the pickled cabbage he's always stealing from your table, but he wouldn't take it. Forgive me, Hanguang-Jun -"

"Forgiven."

Something about that voice echoed in his mind as familiar, but Wei Wuxian was distracted by picking himself up and throwing himself at his pair of soft hands at once, unable to hold a grudge and act indifferent the way he'd schemed he would, taking a mighty leap that did not even begin to trouble his pillar of stability though it did make the child giggle.

"I told you he missed you!"

"En."

The soft hands caressed Wei Wuxian quietly, then - as if familiar with the pain of separation, the torture of longing for what is not there - did not put him down. Instead, they brought close a dish of leaves and grasses for him to eat while still pressed up close to that broad chest, his ears full of that strong heartbeat that showed he was still alive, warmed by the bright golden core within.

Wei Wuxian, as always, forgot his woes, and was happy.

He was full, he was warm, tucked in safely into the collar of long white robes embroidered with clouds‎, and he could think of nothing at all that might disturb his joy.

That state of affairs lasted for about an hour, until another voice, also familiar but less so, said, "I am pleased that you have returned safely, Wangji."

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, startled out of his planned nap.

Wangji? Lan Wangji - Lan-er-gongzi - Lan Zhan -

White robes, like mourning; clouds, to signify the main family; soft hands, a gentle voice, upright manner, the guqin -

His soft hands were Lan Wangji!

‎Wei Wuxian remembered, suddenly, all of his past life of toil and hardship - his carefree youth at Yunmeng, his brief time at the Cloud Recesses, his wide broad road turning narrow and dark -

He dismissed the latter part as unimportant.

"It seems your pet rabbit had also missed you," Lan Xichen, now recognizable, added, his voice slightly mischievous in a way that was familiar as well.

"En," Lan Wangji replied, calm as ever.

Wei Wuxian began cackling at once, little huffing rabbit sounds.

Who would think, he thought to himself gleefully as he raised up his head to take a look, that Lan Wangji, of all people, would break the rules of his sect to adopt ‎-

To adopt -

A rabbit.

A rabbit!

He was a rabbit! Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, Yiling Patriarch, demonic cultivator -

He was the rabbit Lan Wangji had broken his sect's rules to adopt!

Wei Wuxian's head lolled back, stunned into a daze that did not abate even when Lan Wangji gently caressed his small head with his soft hands.

Of course Lan Wangji would adopt a demonic cultivator rabbit, he thought. That would just be his luck, breaking his precious rules for me of all people. But what did I do wrong to be reborn as an animal?

Well, actually, he'd done rather a few things wrong, come to think about it. And even if he was a rabbit, he'd had the best possible‎ life as one - he barely had to twitch his nose for a half dozen Lan disciples, not to mention the great Hanguang-jun himself, to scurry over to tend to his every need, so clearly the heavens weren’t intending on punishing him that badly.

Not to mention, he ‎seemed to still have his spiritual awareness - something of a new development, in fact, as he'd only noticed Lan Wangji's golden core for the first time today.

Of course, that didn't really matter. What use was spiritual awareness to a rabbit? All it meant was that he was now a yao, capable of cultivating and, if he turned evil, to be a target for a night hunt led by righteous cultivators.

He'd had quite enough of tha‎t in his last lifetime, thank you.

No, there was no benefit, except maybe the possibility of one day cultivating enough to form a beast core and transform into a human being -

Hm.

"Are you sure you will head out again so soon?" Lan Xichen asked. "You are still barely recovered from your injuries; for you to go out alone could be dangerous -"

Wait, what? Lan Wangji? Injured? Alone?

Absolutely unacceptable!

Clearly Wei Wuxian was going to need to get on that yao cultivation business sooner rather than later. Someone needed to take care of Lan Wangji, if he wasn’t willing to do it himself – and why not him?

After all, Lan Wangji was his pet human.

[blueascend]

Most days, Adachi eats lunch with Kurosawa. Since they work in different departments they don’t see each other too much during the work day, so it’s nice to spend that bit of time together. 

Today however, Kurosawa is out with a group of other salesmen from their floor, to close a deal with Cube Enix. Toyokawa is to produce themed stationary to advertise an upcoming anime adaption for one of their series. Kurosawa had told Adachi some of the details while they cooked last night but Adachi hadn’t retained a lot of it, too focused on preparing the ingredients right and not screwing up dinner.

“It’s called - cuties something?” Adachi tells Fujisaki over lunch. 

“Cuties Force X?” Fujisaki says.

“Ah, that’s right! You know it?”

Fujisaki shrugs. “I’ve seen advertisements around. It’s about a group of anthropomorphic animals but I’m not sure about the plot. It looks cute, though, perfect for themed stationary.”

“Hm.” Adachi takes a bite of his burger. “I guess so.”

They finish eating in companionable silence. As they head back to the office, they hear loud chatter and peals of laughter echoing down the hallway. A woman passes them and Adachi’s eyes widen for a moment - she’s sprouted cat ears! - before realizing she’s wearing a headband.

He and Fujisaki exchange puzzled looks but they get their answer as soon as they enter the office. A group of people is gathered around a stack of boxes, and they’re pulling out animal-themed headbands. 

“Adachi! Fujisaki!” Rokkaku calls, waving them over. Kurosawa is standing next to him, wearing an abashed grin and a pair of - are those fox ears? “What do you think?”

“Where did these come from?” Fujisaki asks, accepting the headband Rokkaku thrusts at her. It’s a pair of brown, white-speckled deer ears. At Rokkaku’s urging, she puts them on.

“We closed the deal with Cube Enix! They gave us all this merchandise in order to inspire the planning and development team. But they said they didn’t need all of it, so we offered to take some of the boxes off their hands.”

Adachi peers into the nearest box. It looks like someone threw all their surplus Cuties Force X merchandise in there, all different sorts of headbands and tail pieces carelessly mixed together. 

“We’re picking out headbands based on personality,” one of their coworkers, Nakamura, explains. She’s wearing a pair of zebra ears, which Adachi has no idea what says about her.

“That’s why Kurosawa is a fox,” another coworker, Chino, adds with a giggle.

Kurosawa gives her a polite, somewhat uncomfortable smile. Adachi wants to say something, to deflect the unwanted attention away from him, but thankfully Rokkaku intervenes before he has to.

“What about me?” he asks the women, pointing at his own bare head. “What animal suits me?”

Nakamura tilts her head. “Hm. A bear maybe?”

“A bear?” Rokkaku repeats incredulously. 

“Or a frog?” Chino says.

“A -  they don’t even have ears!”

Adachi startles when something touches his head. He turns to see Kurosawa grinning at him, hands raised to place a headband in Adachi’s hair. Curious, Adachi reaches up to feel long, soft ears.

“Rabbit?” he guesses.

“Bunny,” Kurosawa says, leaning in to quietly add, “because you’re quiet, reserved… and cute.”

Adachi feels his cheeks grow warm but he’s put up with Kurosawa’s teasing for long enough to be able to maintain eye contact at least. “And what’s it supposed to mean that you make me a bunny when you’re a fox?”

“Hm.” Kurosawa tilts his head. “That I want to chase you?”

“And eat me?” Adachi dryly asks. Kurosawa’s grin just widens and okay, now Adachi does have to look away before his face combusts. “Pervert.”

He goes to remove the ears but Kurosawa grabs his wrist to stop him. “Don’t you want to keep them on? Everyone else is.”

Adachi looks around the office to find that Kurosawa is right. Everyone, even the people sitting at their desks, hard at work, is wearing animal ears. 

“They suit you,” Kurosawa adds. 

Adachi huffs. He leans in, quickly whispering before he loses courage, “So do yours.”

It’s worth the embarrassment when Kurosawa beams at his compliment.

*

Adachi blinks. He’s standing in a clearing in a darkened forest, the huge crowns of the trees above blocking nearly any hint of light. The ground below him is soft and damp, fragrant with the heavy scent of decaying leaves. 

He looks around but sees no one. There are no sounds either aside from the wind rustling the leaves; no birds chirping, no small creatures scattering across the forest floor. Whever Adachi is, he’s far away from his burrow.

His… burrow?

Ah, that’s right. He’s a bunny, he lives in a burrow at the edge of the forest. He had to enter it for - something? Food, maybe? For some reason, Adachi is finding it hard to concentrate, to form any concrete thoughts.

Behind him, a twig snaps. Adachi twirls around, ears raised, whole body alert. It’s a fox - a human? - a fox, with orange ears nestled in his dark hair. He’s wearing a suit and looks comically out of place, leaning casually against one of the trees.

“Are you lost, bunny?” the fox asks. It’s Kurosawa, but it’s not, and Adachi can’t figure out how that makes sense but somehow, it does. 

He straightens and Adachi leans back on his heels.

“Don’t come closer,” he says, raising his hands as if he has a chance in hell of fighting the fox off should he decide to give chase. 

Kurosawa grins, clearly thinking the same thing. “Or what? You’ll cuddle me into submission?”

Adachi doesn’t respond. There’s a hungry gleam in Kurosawa’s eyes and it’s making Adachi’s heart pound, making him want - want to be chased, to be caught. 

Clearly, something is wrong with his instincts. He’s just not cut out to be a prey animal.

“Don’t worry.” Kurosawa takes a small step closer. Adachi takes a step back. “My fangs are sharp. You’ll barely feel it when I sink them into your throat.”

Adachi swallows. 

He bolts.

He hears Kurosawa give chase.

Heart hammering wildly as if trying to escape from his chest, Adachi can barely see his surroundings as he runs past them, blurring into shades of green and brown. He’s fast, faster than Kurosawa, but he doesn’t know this forest as well as the fox. 

Every step counts, every stumble could seal his fate. The wind whips past his ears, the taste of copper rising on his tongue. In the distance, he can see the treeline start to grow thinner, rays of sunshine escaping through, and somehow Adachi knows that if he only makes it there, he will have escaped the fox.

He doesn’t. 

His foot catches on a raised root and Adachi goes flying, breath knocked out of him as he lands on the forest floor. He turns around, trying to get back on his feet, but Kurosawa is on top of him in a second, pinning him down.

Adachi stares up at him, frozen. Kurosawa stares back, eyes dark, his grip warm and solid around Adachi’s wrists.

“I caught you,” the fox says.

“Yeah,” Adachi breathes out. He should probably be terrified but it’s not fear that sends his heart pounding again as Kurosawa lowers his head, lips trailing softly against the column of his neck.

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

Kurosawa’s grip on Adachi’s wrists tightens and he’s opening his mouth, tongue hot against Adachi’s skin, his entire body pressed against Adachi’s. Adachi feels the touch of fangs against his throat and squeezes his eyes shut, prepared to feel them sink in when -

A loud noise startles him awake. 

Adachi stares up at the ceiling, brain trying to catch up with everything that just happened. It was… a dream?

Next to him, Kurosawa groans and then leans over Adachi to turn off the alarm on the nightstand. He runs his hand through his hair and then lies down again, giving Adachi a curious look.

“Adachi? Are you okay?”

Adachi blinks. He’s not sure. Is he okay?

“Bad dream?” Kurosawa guesses, rubbing Adachi’s arm comfortingly.

“Ah-” Adachi looks away, heat rising to his cheeks. “Not exactly.”

“Not...” Something new enters Kurosawa’s voice, making it husky. “A good dream, then?”

Adachi swallows. “M-maybe.”

There’s a brief silence. Then Kurosawa’s fingers are gently grasping Adachi’s chin, turning his head to face him. Adachi reluctantly lets him and when he looks Kurosawa in the eyes, they’re gleaming in a familiar way that sends heat pooling in his gut. 

“Wanna tell me about it?” 

[sleepdeprivedheretic]

Heart of the Wild (Ch.1)

Notes: Here I am, with my favorite tropes and high-key copying the plot to my other fic, Wild Heart. Oh well, I had fun chilling and plotting it with my friend, @mha-girl674 while listening to Celtic Woodland music :3 This story is basically a little self-indulgent “re-write”, but Wild Heart is still up and it’s own fic <3

Pairings: Taishiro x reader, a little bit of Kirideku, and Miro x Tamaki next chapter

Setting: Hybrid Au in medieval times? Ig? Like they have villages and stuff. Idk, imagination :3

Warnings: Self Indulgent Spicy Plot with consensual and self smut thrown in around here and there. Characters are over the age of twenty.

Trigger Warnings: Heats, terrible parents (of the reader), and fear of non-consent, but there is no no-consensual touching, just chasing from an unknown character.

Hot breaths panted into the chilly air from within your chest. You couldn’t feel anything, other than the white heat burn within your feet and legs from the blistering cold. You’ve been running for who knows how long, heart screaming within your chest at the thrill of finally being free, and what a stupid decision that this was.

 It was in the middle of winter, and you’ve chosen now to escape. It was smart as well as stupid, for your parents, thinking that they had you metaphorically tied to a tight leash, would have never expect you to rush out into the cold dead of the winter night.

 They were wrong, but you were suffering. There was no food, lest hardly any shelter or warmth. Your scrap of a tattered cloak, barely weathered the unforgiving wind and snow. Yet, trudging on was the best bet, it was the only bet.  

 At least the cool weather flushed down your heat, but not the scent. Being within a tundra had scared you; not only that there were more ferocious, bigger hybrids that could smell you out, but as well as it was so open. Nowhere to hide, plenty to run, and you’ve practically already exhausted yourself, your natural cycle to breed didn’t help matters, either, for it drained energy, as well.

 Was this better than having your parents keep a constant watch over you? Planning to hand over you to who knows who, in exchange for some pretty fabrics and seeds? Granted that you’ve thought this through in what seemed to be a million times, but you didn’t know what laid outside of your little nomadic tribe.

 Gritting teeth, leaning against a boulder, you gasped as pain shot through your leg. You were use to traveling with your tribe, carrying things for miles, but not running in constant fear into the vast unknown, perhaps miles away from any place that was safe.

 A low whine had cut you out of your thoughts, your head swerving around as a musky scent had now reached you. A fox was staring at you intently, licking his bottom lip as his hands clenched the boulder just ten feet away. Your own rabbit ears folded back in fear, yet his scent had sent yours screaming. Of course, your stupid inner omega was processing the idea of settling down in the tundra raising fox kits, but you weren’t having it.

 It was tempting to just lay down and rest, but not get bent over by the first stranger that you saw, especially one so wild looking and probably was more feral than your clansmen. You bolted. He gave a short yip of frustrated shock, and he chased.  

 This is what you had been fearing for your whole life. If it wasn’t in the back burner of your mind, it was the hungry looks that your clansmen shot your way, the way your parents were only interested in you as a future bargaining chip, and of course, the prospect of getting used by a stranger, and bearing unwanted kits.

 It upset you, and undoubtedly made your resolve to choose your own mate, even greater, if you wanted one, at this point. You didn’t know where you were going, all you knew was that in your fear, the scent had gotten closer, giving the fact that the arctic fox was practically nipping at your heels. You yipped in surprise as pain shot through your foot, after suddenly tripping over a branch, the ground closed in as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the impact of the fall hit your arms and side as you tumbled a little ways.

 It didn’t take you long to recuperate, as you scrambled backwards, fearing for the worst yet to come as your back had hit a solid trunk of a tree. Surprise had hit you, for the fox stopped dead in his tracks. Once a musky scent, was now flooded with dread as he stared onward behind you, and then back at you. As if making up his mind after a mental process, he growled in frustration as he let out one last angry yip, before running off.

 Relief had wafted to you, slightly, but you were left with more questions than answers. The tree of all things against your back, and the way the fox had fled in fear, motivated you to turn around. It was a forest, to your utter surprise and shock. Running in a blind panic, you weren’t aware of your surroundings, just the pure fear mixed in with your inner omegas snapping demands to breed, had made you rushed and unfocused.

 By the way the stretch of lush pines and firs, had the forest itself look so dark and intimidating. You had an inkling that the snow and cold, and possibly even sunlight, hadn’t reached within it’s mysterious depths, and it looked oddly inviting. You knew that the fox had fled for a reason, and that it was a stupid idea to even think of venturing inside, but you were out of options.  

  You didn’t want to freeze to death in the snow, after all. Steadying yourself up against the bare cedar you’ve bumped into, you took a step forward, wincing at the pain from your hurt ankle and sore legs. However, the lure of the possibility of safety, was more strong than your will to just lay down. Inching forward into the darkness, you let the trees within guide you. It was dark, at first, but of course, trees could only give only so much shade. Dim, was the more correct use of the word as you inched closer and deeper within the forest’s heart. Despite the atmosphere, the birds were singing to their heart’s content, as you could hear the sound of rushing water in the background somewhere.

 You jumped a little as your foot brushed up against something soft. Green, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the little patches of grass and clovers littered across it’s floor. It was cold, yes, but not as cold as it was outside the fortress of trees. In what had seemed eerie and intimidating at first, now had filled you with an odd sense of serenity and calmness. The area around it had an odd, yet highly welcomed earthy smell with a splash of something sweet in which had you relaxed and sated the crawling of your heat.

 Why did the fox fear this place? It had seemed so safe. The hairs of the back of your neck had stood up as you stilled. It had took you longer to realize, that the forest’s unique scent, didn’t belong to the forest at all. Eyes widening in realization, your hands gripped the tree that you were leaning up against. Fate, so far, was kind to you, and although you didn’t want to push your luck, you were hopeless and out of options. Was it a bear? Even then, they usually didn’t let their scents be covered in trees like this. It was baffling, as well as a mystery to you, and you wanted to find out.

 Yet, exhaustion had finally taken it’s toll onto your weary body as you could feel your remaining strength just physically drain from you. Tired, hungry, scared, and hurt through the array of emotions, your body had decided that you were going to rest, whether you liked it or not. As you collapsed onto the forest floor, a shout of surprise echoed as your world turned into black.

…………………

 “-tch. Annoyin’ bunnies an’ their heats.” A huff of annoyance broke out into the silence. Once dark, life had filtered through your senses once again as the scent earlier, was the strongest here. Crackling of fire, warmth, and the scent had awakened you as you cracked open your eyelids.

 A house, you couldn’t help but wonder in awe. The fireplace had created a warm atmosphere against the darkened room, lighting up a place of comfort and furs from non-hybrids. You yourself, were in a bed, bandages were wrapped around your hurt ankle and arms as warm blankets had covered you. What had caught your attention most in the lit room, was the tall figure of a man stirring something within a kettle, back turned against you. What had surprised you most definitely, were the orange and black appendages that were his ears and long, swishing tail.

 A tiger? You had wondered. They were rare, here, and more rare if they were orange, those being in the east, not the north. Oddly enough, fear didn’t prickle you, but your heat, just stirring awake with you, had. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have, already, not literally save you from the cold and bandaged your wounds.

 Not wanting to startle him, you rustled a bit, letting the bed creak a little to get his attention. An ear of his flicked as he then turned around, giving you the full view of your mysterious stranger. Curious amber eyes, soft blonde hair, he wasn’t big, but he wasn’t slim, having a hefty amount of a belly fat on him, due to the winter. Years of work had shown on his shoulders, creating muscle mass as well as around his arms and upper chest. Only what has been covering him, was a loose pair of pants. You had to furiously mentally beat your heat and thoughts down with a stick as he then spoke.

“Ya look like a mess.”

 And there it was, the trickle of slick leaked out of you as your face burned with embarrassment and shame and you then covered your face with a downy pillow. A huff of surprised laughter at your expense made you peep out and give the best glare that you could manage, yet the stranger just gave you a grin.

 “I must say, yer lil’ reaction’s a bit different from a lotta other beings bein’ near a tiger. Name’s Taishiro.” To your utmost surprise, he let out a please little purr as he then turned back to the kettle. You gave him your name.

 “So, why is a lil’ thing like yerself doin’ out in the middle of here?” He pondered, as if he already knew the answer, but for conversation’s sake, you enlightened him, watching his tail swish with annoyance at your parents, and ears flickering with interest as you explored the forest.

 “What about you?” You turned to ask. His back stiffened a little, as if caught with surprise at the notion.

 “Came from the east, lookin’ for a new start in life away from my parents. I knew that a lotta others would fear me, but I didn’t know that they’d avoid a whole forest ‘cause of me,” He then took a wooden bowl and ladle, dipping the curved spoon into the bubbling stew as he continued.

 “-granted, I made some friends, even adopted some younglin’s. Strangers just usually don’t come ‘round here.” He finished, pouring the delicious smelling broth into the bowl, tucking a wooden spoon in it as he turned around.

 It was an odd atmosphere, and you were pretty sure that you weren’t dreaming, but for your sake, you went along with it.

“Are you lonely?” You asked bluntly. He froze, and then gave an indigenous huff as he set the bowl down at the table closest to you. Ears flattened and tail swishing, at first you thought that you made him angry, but he avoided your curious stare as he looked rather nervous.

 “Ye’re pretty wordy for somebody who jus’ woke up. Ya must be starvin’, here. T’s not much, but I figured that ya might be hungry.” He changed the subject as he gestured towards the bowl. Telling him your gratitude, you gripped it, lifted a spoonful of the soup, and took a sip. To your surprise, the sweet taste of carrots had mixed in heavenly with the starchy potatoes, crisp lettuce, and the slight bitter bite of spinach.

 “It’s delicious.” You admitted truthfully, not missing the way his ears picked up at the compliment.

 “Thanks to the trees blockin’ the cold, ‘s not hard to grow yer own food. I might be a predator, but I can live without meat.” He rambled, There was so much to say, and many questions left unanswered, but you knew that you were on borrowed time, until your natural cycle would bite back with a vengeance, later. He must have known it, too.

 “The worried look on yer face is a dead giveaway, Hon. I never housed somebody in heat, before, but don’tcha worry ‘bout it. Ya can stay here fer a while, seein’ that a hurt ankle might take longer to heal. I ‘ave some friends that I can stay with.” He rambled, but you looked at him with pure confusion.

 “You’re giving up your home temporarily? For a stranger?” You asked, baffled. At this, his tail swished, as if a little shy.

 “Temporarily. I don’t know what yer plans are in the future, but the forest doesn’t belong to me, ya can hang around an’ have yer own place, within the depths. I couldn’t just leave somebody there, sufferin’ and the brink of death, anyways.” He murmured lowly, but you could hear it clearly. Warmth that wasn’t heat, clouded into your chest at such kindness from the stranger. He was a stranger, yes, but you felt as if you could trust him fully, giving that his actions of helping you and not asking for anything in return, had screamed volumes.

 “Thank you, for everything.” You blurted out, and the corner of his lip twitched upward at your honest gratitude.

“Not a problem, Sweetheart.”

…………………….

 He knew the dangers of housing a slick, hot-blooded omega rabbit, of all beings, had included. What he didn’t expect, was the general bluntness and forwardness of the little thing. Not as timid or shy, but generally open and forward with emotions. Being in the early stages of heat, right now the bunny was coherent, but he knew that it would only last for so long before the true, ugly nature of one’s natural heat cycle, took over.

 “So, here’s what’s gonna happen, Hon. I’m going to stay far away. It’s fer your safety. I might prowl around my area and scent everything, keepin’ unwanted guests, away, but I’m not gonna barge in on yer privacy or be too close to the house.” He told you, laying out a plan. You nodded, setting the empty bowl aside as you listened closely.

 “-believe it or not, I know somebody who could bring ya rations an’ talk with ya after yer heat spells. He’s a dwarf rabbit, an’ already mated to somebody who I see as a son of mine. Since he’s an omega, like yerself, he should be more immune to yer smell. Green hair an’ freckles, can’t miss’im.” Taishiro explained, and you listened with interest, seeing that you weren’t truly alone in your being as well as dynamic.

 “Sorry that we won’t talk, much, but I thought that I’d best introduce myself ‘fore ya wake up alone and scared.”

 “I’m not scared.” You admitted, and he huffed.

 “Now, ye’re not, but if ya woke up alone an’ in a stranger’s house, ya would be.” He argued, and you let him win, seeing that you were too caught up in emotions, and just wanted to process everything. Noticing your state, he gave out a chuckle.

 “Alright, I’ll see ya later, when yer heat’s over. Ya kinda intrigue me, a lil’ bit, so I’m hopin’ that ya might stay, a lil’ while longer after yer heat.” As soon as he admitted it, his ears flattened with embarrassment as he huffed out a sigh, the apples of his cheeks reddening as he swiftly turned around, opening the door, closing it swiftly behind him.

 You bit your bottom lip. For an apex predator who was lethal as well as dangerous, he was almost as soft as a kitten, and you hoped that, at the very least, the two of you could be friends.

………………

  You were weak, you huffed, panting out hot air as one of your hands gripped the pillow, harshly. Usually, you didn’t have a face, or a body in your images as you tried your best to sate the flash of hot emptiness. It has always been nothing but hot and drowsy images of the blurred shapes of your pillow and furs in the past, leaving you unsatisfied and on the brink of frustrated tears.

 This time, you had kindle to feed that ever demanding fire of yours, licking sharply at the heels of your feet as you were on the brink of the edge. Smooth muscle, soft fat, warm amber irises, and that twinge of a smile, had pinned your focus. You felt guilty, but you couldn’t help it, nor could you think clearly of anything nor anybody else.

 He was so friendly and helpful to you, and here you were, ruining his bedding and furs with your slick, fingers deep within you, wrist hurting from the desperate climb, but no full relief avail. Your body couldn’t had waited, as soon as he left with that calming scent, a spike had hit you in where it had hurt, the empty ache shooting up in full demand.

 Where was this man? Your inner omega screamed, but you harshly shushed it, focusing on the edge, and how to clean the sheets, afterwords. In your blurred state, you knew that you had hardly knew him, but already, he was so far the perfect embodiment of what most beings had wanted in a partner. You admitted freely, that you were no different.

 Letting out a small squeak within the bitten pillow, harsh relief shot through you, as you clenched on your fingers desperately, your body trembling and tears pooling from the corners of your eyes at finally, finding a sudden rush of relief.

 You huffed, calming down from your euphoric high as you palmed your face against the pillow in which smelled exactly like him. You were in too deep, you couldn’t help but think, a little guilty for desecrating the hospitality by literally cumming onto his blankets with him in your mind.

……………………….

[kieraelieson]

Roman Chases Some Plot Bunnies

(An allegory for my writing process)

Some called them plot bunnies, but to Roman, they looked more like fauns. Skipping around in the deepest woods of the Imagination. And he needed to catch one.

He walked deep into the forest, drumming slowly on the drum he’d brought. It was an enchanted drum, and without it he wouldn’t be able to do anything. He slowly came into the clearing, to see a number of sleeping fauns. He’d gotten them to play the drum before, and they’d fallen asleep, exhausted. They would wake someday, though perhaps he could help.

He made a few copies of the drum, and set them around the clearing, before going to the faun that had played so beautifully and lively the day before. He lifted their limp hand, letting it drop onto the drum. The thud was dull, and lifeless. Nothing to sing along with.

But he kept trying. Thomas had been so, so pleased with this song! And his audience were still talking about it together, shooting him questions and hope for more.

But the more he tried to rouse the faun, the more firmly it seemed to sleep.

From behind him there was a small, hesitant drumbeat, but he ignored it, moving to another sleeping faun and hoping it was merely dozing. It was a lot of work for nothing. One of the drumbeats he’d managed to make it make by dropping its hand against the drum had made a bit of the magical thrum, but it was gone almost as soon as it came.

Again there was a small, hesitant drumbeat from somewhere, but he ignored it again, trying for a faun that seemed half awake. He sang along with the song, almost painfully slow, as the faun yawned and drummed out a few notes at a time. And then the faun’s eyes slipped closed.

“Ohh, come on, please!”

The drumbeat from before came again, more insistent now.

Roman turned to see a skittish little faun reaching out to tap one of the drums. “But—- no offense to you, but no one wants you. They don’t know you yet.”

The faun’s eyes narrowed and it pouted, patting the drum more insistently, a thrum of the magic carrying a vision straight to Roman’s mind.

It was gorgeous.

His voice raised almost immediately, and the song started to weave together with the magic and the drumbeats, blending into something Roman wanted to follow till the very edge of the Imagination. He was absolutely captivated, his voice seeming to know the tune almost without any of his input. He had to write this down.

It was late, late in the evening that he returned, his own head nodding as much as the faun’s, but a sheaf of papers clutched in his arms.

[allywrites360]

Red Shoes - Analysis/Review

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world… whether my eyes are open… or closed.” - Merlin

““But I’m still that Merlin inside.” - The one who grew. The one who changed, and learned to love himself and others for more than what’s on the outside. I know Snow is the main example of self love in this film, but Merlin provides a great example of this; something we don’t often see in male characters.”

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So this film just released in North America, and I thought I’d share some thoughts and overall themes/metaphors from this film. But first, I’d just like to encourage you (if you haven't already) to go and support this film. It pretty inexpensive, and was made by an independent animation studio, which I think is absolutely amazing. Now onto the analysis!!

Love the concept of everyone being an adaptation of a fairytale character; adds to the society being shallow and appearance focus as a whole, as fairytales were traditionally focused on dichotomy and physical beauty.

The lighting, and really animation as a whole, is phenomenal for a film made by an independent studio. The shading and colour grading is a real standout, though. And the landscapes!! They feel really three dimensional, and gorgeous.

[ID - A shot of a sunrise, beautifully lit behind a belltower - End ID].

Scoring/motif for the main villain is amazing.

Introduction to the protagonist is really not setup well. Did she actually get sent away from the palace? How long was she gone? How desperate is she to save her father? All of these questions are left unanswered, and no prominent character traits are shown through her first scene. She could be clever? All she did was change her hiding spot, so even that’s a stretch.

I hate the king’s narration. The dialogue is choppy, and repetitive in a completely irrelevant way.

The lore around the tree is really unclear. Why haven’t the shoes worked for Regina? Why do they work for Snow? Will they not regrow?

Love the transition scene to the dwarfs; makes it feel as though they’re just been walking listlessly since the spell was cast. Which, y’know, more or less true.

[ID - A shot of the seven dwarfs walking together through the centre of a forest in midday, looking slightly dejected - End ID].

Love the fact the mirror points out that ‘wisdom’ and ‘kingdom’ don’t rhyme; I paused to point that out.

I will say that the action scenes are really well directed/choreographed. The camera flows really nicely, and always follows our protagonists (ooh, tying into the dichotomous nature of fairytales overall?), which makes the stakes and emotions feel higher/more personal.

The villain’s voice acting and dialogue is really sharp and entertaining. She feels like a real threat (and also uncannily similar to Gothel but).

Love the wooden front on their house disguised as a castle. Really nicely done metaphor for them clinging on to a cheap version of their pasts; refusing to move on, which is torn down when she arrives. Also ties in to the “what’s on the inside outweighs what’s one the outside” moral.

[ID - The seven dwarfs’ house, which is a cave, with a wooden cutout shaped and painted like a castle sitting in front of it to give the illusion of a grander living space - End ID].

Can I also say I love that her first reaction isn’t insanely positive to her new appearance? In general, she just notes there’s been a change, which is a really nice subversion of the ‘overweight people have to be unhappy at the outset’ trope.

Her facial expressions are also really animated, which is something I’ve always loved (see Ariel, Anastasia, etc.), especially her eyes. Really well designed. Actually, all the expressions suit the characters’ personalities really well. Great job, animation department!

The fact that all seven dwarfs are names after popular mythical characters is really inventive (much more so than simply naming them after a character trait), as well as having their diverse fighting style be built from that, which I loved. Could even be allusions, but I don’t know enough about the original stories to say.

Hate the electric guitar of Prince Average. Highlights how much he doesn’t belong in this movie. His name is horribly uncreative, and his pop culture references break the forth wall, and aren’t funny, as they aren’t used properly. With him as the involved antagonist for most of the film, I can’t take the threat seriously. Other comic villains have been done so much better, such as Prince Charming from Shrek. The only valid line he has is about ‘dwarfs’ vs. ‘dwarves’; I never know which to use. “Finally, the big guns, thank you!” One more fourth wall break from this man I swear.

Love the added detail of the shoes not being able to be removed once you place value on the beauty they give. It’s hard to let go of that temptation; and if you don’t, you won’t be seen as your true self. It also highlights how she loves herself at the outbreak of the movie, and is therefore able to remove them freely. Also gets rid of the the deus ex machina of her shoes coming off freely in the water.

Wish we could’ve seen her doubt grow as she realizes they wouldn’t have helped her in her original form. Feels like we were a bit disconnected from her emotions. Which might not be a bad thing… if we assume Merlin in the protagonist.

Nice foreshadowing to her father being the bunny; if you know to look for it.

References such as ‘#blessed’, or ‘Pablo Picasso’, don’t work in the slightest. They serve no purpose, and aren’t funny simply because most would recognize them.

Normally I would make a note about Merlin and Snow having really standard, basic designs, but one, this animation studio is small, and on limited resources, and two, it, again, relates back to the shallow, uninteresting societal expectation of beauty that refuses to be unique.

Ahh, nice that apples are what trip the guards up in the chase scene through the market. Symbolic.

Love that she’s willing to defend the dwarfs even when she realizes they won’t help her in her original form. Again, wish we could’ve seen her emotions pertaining to that a bit more, although the reflection shot in the mirror (reflected from the shot at the start of the scene) was nice. Speaking of that, the broken, fragment reflection of her ‘fake’ self, is beautiful, because it isn’t a representation of herself, however at the end of the scene, we see the reflection in the same manner, but with her original self, but due to newly inflicted self doubt, we get a split second of that reality being fragmented too.

[ID - Snow White frowning as she looks into a shattered mirror leaning against the wall of an alleyway in her society-dictated “beautiful” - End ID].

[ID - Snow White looking into the same mirror, frowning, and having removed the shoes, restoring her to her original appearance - End ID].

The three bears (I’m assuming an allusion to the Goldilocks mythos) don’t really serve any plot relevance… however they are cute, so make of their inclusion what you will.

Again, the scene where she exits the dwarfs’ home; it would’ve been great to see a shot of her internal conflict before she submits herself to giving up her freedom for Merlin and Arthur’s. Relating to that, I have noticed that the hostage situations have shockingly low stakes in this film. For instance, at the end, Merlin is simply held in a branch, and a second later, Snow is willing to give up her life to set him free.

The movie didn’t end up using this (which was a nice subversion of expectations), but if Merlin had used all his spells in the final battle, and needed just one more shot, it wouldn’t have been a deus ex machina, because we establish previously he has the one Snow gave him for luck. I assumed it’d comeback again, but turns out they just used it as a symbol (for having the flower, a symbol of outside beauty, float out of his hand), for him letting go of his shallow mindset.

[ID - Snow White (wearing the shoes which change her appearance) smiles at Merlin, in his dwarf form. In his hand there’s a paper flower she folded from one of his spells - End ID].

Really love the joke about the mirror being hurt by smoke. Get it? Smoke and mirrors? Now that reference is funny; and also ties into the theme of false fronts/illusions. But not gonna lie, all that was an afterthought. It genuinely made me laugh.

Love that they rebuild the house too. It’s not beautiful, at least in a traditional sense. It’s cracked, uneven, but personal to them; they did it as a family. I’ll give the writers credit for so fully entrenching the theme into every frame and action. Nothing is meaningless in this film. Well, at least surrounding the protagonists.

Ooh, ooh, I could forgive the use of pop as their love motif if at the end, when there are no facades, it’s replaced by original scoring. I don’t remember that scene in all that much detail though.

The tree thing is… strange, I’ll admit, but considering Regina puts all her stock in the beauty which comes from the magic tree, it makes sense it’d be rooted into her magic in some way. The apple details are cool (notches shaped like seeds on the trunks), if nothing else, considering the scene with the three attacking is not investing the slightest, beyond some inventive attacks from Merlin (the action and attacks surrounding him aren’t executed all that poorly).

The directing in general is phenomenal in this movie; which is something I’ve been trying to put a bit more attention on lately.

Love small details like Merlin holding his back after the fight, circling back once again to the fact these characters are more similar than they realize (if you remember, that’s what she used as a cover when she first woke up).

[ID - A shot of Merlin running, pressing a hand against his back as he does so - End ID].

Okay, I can suspend my disbelief for a lot of things in this movie, but when Snow dives into the lake, that surface tension would’ve seriously hurt her. If even some waves would’ve been added, it would’ve not only added suspense to the scene, but made it a bit more grounded as well.

“Who do you like more, Snow White or Red Shoes?” “Easy, it’s Red Shoes.” “Who does Red Shoes love more?” “Easy, it’s me. Wait… no. It’s you.” That line is by far my favourite from the film. I love that it shows his guilt. She’s chosen to love him despite his appearance, but he won’t do the same for her. And now he has to look in the mirror at that ugly part of his personality.

[ID - At night, Merlin in his dwarf form stands beside Merlin in his human form. The dwarf version of him looks irritated as he looks up - End ID].

(Assuming Merlin named the rabbit, and if I’m being honest I didn’t pay attention to that) It’s sorta fitting to his character that he named it ‘Long Ears’ - a notably physical attribute.

While I do like that, just because the climax called for it, the sword didn’t suddenly lift from the stone, I really dislike that it was broken out by sheer force; which goes goes against the entire magic system/point of the sword and who gets to hold it.

Kronk as the magic mirror is hilarious. I want to credit the screenwriters for his lines… but I have a strong feeling it was mostly improv. Well done whoever is to credit for that.

Now this action scene, with Merlin being attacked by the tree roots, is insanely well done. For maybe the first time in this movie, I feel the suspense I’m intended to, and the setup and just character movement in general is really inventive. You feel his emotions and breath in this scene, which takes serious talent.

“How could she possibly want to save you more than she wants to be beautiful? Did you cast a spell?” - On a related note, I’m proud of this movie for not falling into the traditional ‘misunderstanding breaks up characters before the final battle’ (they technically do split up, but it’s the fault of Merlin’s unresolved selfish intentions rather than a petty matter) through Snow seeing the love spell, and assuming the worst even though Merlin never uses it.

The vines could be a metaphor as well; in this battle, they’re the shallow desires holding him back, while he, with the assistance of others, has to break his own way out (as shown by him using his lighting to crack a small hole in the doors (or exit) of the room.

[ID - Merlin is running towards the “camera”, however, he looks surprised as a vine grabs his waist, and attempts to drag him back into the castle - End ID].

“I’m sorry, Snow White.” That’s the first time he uses her name; and he does it mentally; in a voiceover. It isn’t to impress her, or win a competition. It’s how he truly sees her now. Also, so beautiful how his motives go from being self centred, to focused on her; he changed because of her influence. It’s been done before, but that doesn’t make it any less meaningful here.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world… whether my eyes are open… or closed.” That wasn’t his final line (he survives), but if it was… that would’ve been so powerful. Still is, just in a different way.

“I kinda liked the short and green Merlin.” “But I’m still that Merlin inside.” - The one who grew. The one who changed, and learned to love himself and others for more than what’s on the outside. I know Snow is the main example of self love in this film, but Merlin provides a great example of this; something we don’t often see in male characters.

And I loved that it was a hug immediately after his spell is broken. He isn’t trying to gain anything, he’s just happy to be with her, which is super romantic. 

[ID - Both now restored to their original forms, Merlin and Snow White sit on the ground just outside the palace hugging each other, both smiling with their eyes shut. The king, and a few of the dwarfs stand in the background - End ID].

Onto a few of my favourite lines;

“I was worried about you!” “I was worried about me too. But- but mostly you!”

“If you could see the real me…” “I think I can see the real you… eyes open or closed, I still see Merlin.” What a great line. What a great theme. You don’t need to know the facts about someone, or see their original appearance, to know who they are. And I think that’s beautiful.

“Someone you’l be proud to be seen with.” “I think you’re right.”

“I thought that we were both under the same spell… but I was wrong.”

“He likes you more than he likes me,” as she looks down at the shoes.

“Who do you like more, Snow White or Red Shoes?” “Easy, it’s Red Shoes.” “Who does Red Shoes love more?” “Easy, it’s me. Wait… no. It’s you.”

“How could she possibly want to save you more than she wants to be beautiful? Did you cast a spell?”

“I’ve never been so glad to be chubby and green again.” - Because it means he’s not alone.

“I’m sorry, Snow White.” 

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world… whether my eyes are open… or closed.”

“I kinda liked the short and green Merlin.” “But I’m still that Merlin inside.” 

I’ll just say, as an ending thought, that the 2D animation of their wedding is adorable.

Overall, I’d give it 8/10. Nothing phenomenal that was entirely groundbreaking, but there’s a lot of heart to be shown here, with some truly amazing characters, even if some of their universe isn’t all that intriguing. Would highly recommend.

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Egotober Day 14: The Most Dangerous Game

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Sport

Summary: Roman is far from home with a madman chasing him, if he can escape with his life he has survived the most dangerous game.

A/N: this story takes place at the same time that Day 16 will take place. So forgive the break in flow tomorrow it was how the prompts and plot bunnies worked out.

Warnings: none

Roman raced through the thick, humid forest. He’d been running for a while, trying to hide his trail from the complete psycho chasing . . . hunting after him.

He heard the sound of dogs barking in the distance, loud booming barks that sounded more like they came from beasts of hell than actual dogs.

With a running start, Roman ran up a tree trunk for two steps before he jumped up to grab a tree trunk and start pulling himself up the tree. He climbed up a ways to try and hide. Roman had managed to get towards the edge of the stretch of jungle. Trees were just sparse enough he could see a train station.

His heart seemed to beat quickly in relief if he could find someone else maybe he could get some help!

“Tally-ho!” Wilford called up the tree and blew his hunting horn. Three huge black dogs half the mad man’s size were snarling at the base of the tree. Their eyes black and white foam frothing from their mouths and burning the ground the drool fell onto. They were hellhounds, and they did not give up once they got a scent on a quarry.

Wilford had an old bolt action hunting rifle in his hand. “You really didn’t try too hard, did you?”

“You’re insane,” Roman yelled at him. “Who the hell hunts people?”

“Well maybe if humans weren’t a challenge I’d stop,” Wil scoffed and started to load his rifle again, a huge smile on his face.

Frantic, Roman began searching his pockets for something useful and immediately found a smoke stick in his front pocket.

The creative Side looked at the smoke stick, broke it, and waited until it started billowing large plumes of smoke before dropping it down. The effect was that Wilford and his dogs were surrounded by smoke. Roman scrambled down and ran in the direction of the train, desperate for freedom. He was scrambling over rocks and logs. The smoke clouding the senses of the hounds as Roman himself was coughing for air.

He ran faster than he thought he could run, but he was desperate to get away from the mad hunter and his dogs.

Roman broke through the tree line and to him horror and relief the tree was already starting to move. Relief because it would be a chance to actually escape, and horror because he was still so far away.

A bullet grazed Roman’s cheek, making him scream and stumble a bit, but he recovered and kept running.

“What did you do to my dogs!” Wilford shouted, starting to reload his rifle. “You’re not getting away from me.”

Roman reached out for the train car railing that guarded the back door. He jumped and managed to grab onto it. ‘

His hands grabbed on but one of his feet slipped. Roman’s heart threatened to give out, that he was going to miss the train or get run over.

But before Roman could bash his head on the railing, someone grabbed onto his arm and the back of his shirt to keep him upright and with the train until the creative Side could get his footing.

As Roman was trying to vault himself over the railing Wilford shot at him again, a bullet grazed Roman’s arm. He let out a scream but the train was picking up and left the mad hunter behind.

Looking up Roman saw J.J pulling him to his feet and tugging him into the train car. There Roman could finally catch his breath.

“You okay?” J.J signed.

“Yeah, yeah,” Roman said, sighing along with it. “Any chance that this thing is Wil proof? Do I need a ticket?”

“I have yours,” J.J pulled out an unmarked ticket and passed it to Roman. He looked nervous but started to lead Roman down the train, the high speed vehicle heading to Egoton.

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beatles yellow submarine livewatch

here’s my thoughts on the yellow sub movie as i watched it! :D

omg it’s sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band but it’s pepperland :D

jules verne reference :D

I WAS RIGHT IT’S PEPPER’S BAND

pretty music :D

the captain guy is sweet :) (not just because he has flowers)

OMG IT BE THEM

oh no blue meanies!

i didn’t know this movie had a plot cool :D

why apples

OH NOES BEATLES DED

THEY ALL DED

OH NO STATUE GUY DED

captain plz no ded

why is there a blue hand

glove?

RUN CAPTAIN RUN

GLOVE CRUSHED ‘LOVES’ YOU JERK >:(

ha ha glove :D

wait does one meanie have MICKEY EARS NO MICKEY IS TOO PURE FOR YOU

captain: “the meanies are coming!” band: *does NOTHING*

lol at the lincoln reference

DERE IT IS! :D

DERE’S THE SONG! :D

♫ WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE YELLOW SUBMARINE YELLOW SUBMARINE! ♫

cool font on the credits tho

it’s england :D

not even a minute later and it’s song time again

all the lonely people are watching now yay :)

RINGO!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

“an old splintered drumstick”

ringo look behind you sweetie

RINGO LOOK BEHIND YOU

oh so he knows

your outfit isn’t logical RINGO

help the poor captain RINGO

wot WHY SO MANY DOORS

my dad just turned it on in the living room and it’s on an earlier part so it’s weird

“i’ll just park it here :/”

hey marilyn monroe

frankenstein has a SISTER

OH HEY JOHN

john is frankenstein comfirmed?

of course george is in an indian music room

george looks cool bro

ha ha lol georgie :D

he sounds WAY better than the cartoon george ♥

omg car chaos

it’s john driving isn’t it

on the tv paul appeared but a train rammed into a door on mine so idk about that

PAUL :D

PAUL SO POSH

omg the real world exists

hey it’s day in the life music

AHHHH MAKE  IT STOPPPP

and they all died :)

jk they’re in the sub

“so THIS is a submarine” what did you think it was paul

“GROOVY”

the chop the tree verse played on the tv when mine started so it’s way off

omg seizure fishes

IT BE ARM FISH!

♫ ALL TOGETHER NOW ALL TOGETHER NOW ALL TOGETHER NOW ALL TOGETHER NOW ALL TOGETHER NOW ALL TOGETHER NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! ♫

“it’s time, the TIME’ stop sounding like tony clock from dhmis john

oh no NUMBERS

since when were you the smart one paul

“you surprise me ringo”

why are they smol n’ chubby

is this like sailor moon supers movie when they become kids

I KNEW IT

LITTLE JOHN THO

yo it’s 2009 now

they’re waving and it’s cute :D

yo that hair

why does george look like god

flying boots tho

nice flowers :D

yo trippy

cool music :D

“he just wrote it like that”

why is it a seizure warning

“he’s UUUUGGGGLLLLYYYYYY” HEY DON’T JUDGE BEATLE BLUE MEANIES >:(

“he must be a bicyclops”

i refreshed the page and the tv is still a few seconds off but it’s not as bad as before :)

yo why is there a torso horn man

a school of whales

GREEN WHALES

“university of whales” lol

“STEER CLEAR!” “yes dear”

“don’t touch that button!”

RINGO YOU HAD ONE JOB

RINGOOOOOO

OMG JUMPY THINGS WOT

“there goes ringo”

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

yo what a big cig

*explosion* AND THAT’S WHY YOU DON’T SMOKE KIDS

why is ringo always the one in danger in beatles movies :(

“so long sucka” -george harrison 1968

YO STOP ATTACKING MY BOI

“jus press a button”

“how was it ringo?’ “harrow-ing”

cool typewriter bro

nowhere man is cool :D

DANCE MY BOIS! :D

awwww ringo is so nice ♥

my dad tried to sync the movies up during nowhere man and now it’s closer but still off :/

he’s wearing the beatles shirt i got him for his b-day (his has the let it be cover) and i’m wearing one of his (beatlemania) so it’s cute :D

yo is that a bunny

trippy mind land woah

yo john’s voice is trippyyyyyyyy

is this lucy

yo this is cool but trippy

I KNEW IT WAS LUCY :D

this is about drugs i can tell

JOHN JUST SMILED

AND MY DAD JUST GOT IT TO SYNC YAS!

omg what’s going on

this truly is trippy sorry beatles it’s a drug song

YO NICE FEDORA JOHN

and nice disguise ;)

hey it’s a 20s girl kewl

i like jeremy :)

circles why

“what do you know about hooooooles”

“the boob is making more and more sense”

"where’s jahnny”

IT BE THE SEA OF GREEN

yo is this the spongebob intro

OMG MAGIC MUSIC :D

they made it! :D

music man is back! :D

“we’re quite cute” SURE PAUL

yo rainbow hats kewl

OH NO BLUE MEANIE WITH MICKEY EARS >:(

he burped AND IT WAS GROSS >:(

all the lonely people :(

my dad’s reaction when the apples fell:’ah hah :D’

gloves inside feet shoes oh no :o

RUN BUNNY RUN

being chased by a giant glove would be terrifying actually

WHY ARE THE MEANIES TEETH RATTLING

nice disguise bois :D

mouth meanies :(

shut up ringo plz

oh no DON’T SHOOT THE BEATLES MAN

they’re becoming the pepper band :D

“oh ek”

*LOUD CRASHES* and yet they sleep

“john love” “what did he say?” “shhh!”

cool green hair paul

“on tip toe”

“tip toe through the meanies” nice reference ;)

OH CRAP THEY ALL UP

RUN BOIS RUNNNNNNN!

PAUL WAS ALMOST DEAD :(

yo why the wobbly camera

safe in the forest :)

“teeny weeny meanie”

i think that ‘breakfast’ is the mean apples

BOOM HE GO DOWN

AND HE DO TOO AND HIM AND HIM

oh no they’re not blue-ish

why is a beat six john

sgt. pepper’s lonely hearts club band est 1948 (or 2007?)

YAS LOVE THE SHOW BOIS! :D

i love how they’re tying in the previous album :D

“i’d love to take you home ;)” JOHN NO

BILLY SHEARS?????????

and everybody loved that :D

OMG IT’S MY 6TH FAVE SONG :D

oh no it’s fading

SHUT UP BIRD >:(

“the hills are aliiiive :)” “with the sound of musiiiic” nice meanies ;)

he go BOOM BOOM BOOM

stop laughing meanie

he’s actually creepy tho :(

“BLOOOPAAAS”

w h o ?

“there you aaaare my little flower” mommy the blue meanie is being scary again :(

“OHBLOOOTERATE THEM” nice

what did those nasty meds do tho

g l o v e

“open your mouth john” it’s ringo saying it BUT IF IT HAD BEEN PAUL...

♫ all you need is love all you need is love love is all you need ♫ :D

an act of true love can defeat a blue meanie’s heart :)

SO MUCH LOVE :D

george floats so fab :D

love truly does win! :D

yay no more meanies! :D

it’s the pepper band! :D

“it’s sgt. pepper’s” “lonely heart club’s” “band”

*john rambles about einstien* john truly is the smart one :D

“nothing is beatle-proof”

“i got a hole in me pocket”

they back! :D

twinsies! :D

yo pepper john has no stache

“beatles to battle!”

OH CRAP THEY BACK

is this hey bulldog because the dogs are barking

CALLED IT :D

you go johns :D

the meanie dogs are john fans i see ;)

one of them likes the song cute :)

this is a trolling song ain’t it

the sing a long is even on the talking parts lol

jeremy plz be careful

sad meanie is good >:)

JEREMY NO :O

“a rosy nose?” lol :D

yay for roses! :D

yay jeremy! :D

“i knew he was somebody” :’)

“where could we go?” “argentina?” lol

jeremy is a somewhere man now :D

YO JEREMY ROCK

the tv froze so my dad went to his phone (although he could watch it on the computer with me) JUST AS THAT AWESOME ROCK CHORD PLAYED YO

this is trippyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

jeremy trippy spin :D

yo that sun tho

wow what a trippy world this is

BUT AT LEAST THERE’S JEREMY HAPPY SPIN :D

OMG THE LADS

"a hole in my pocket” lol :D

“what’s the matter john love?” ;)

ONE TWO THREE FAUH

paul has a cute wink :)

i’ve seen the live action song before and it’s so cute :D

ALL TOGETHER NOWWWWWWWW! :D

wowza that was amazing!!!!!!!!! :D

i give it a blue 8.5/10! :D