#fuzzbucket

[grindhousecellar]

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Bring It on Down

by fuzzbucket Alex and Henry enter their brownstone era happy, healthy, and busy. Freedom looks good on them. But what if Henry - the deferential spare royal whose life has been dictated from birth - turns that freedom into something else entirely? Words: 673, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Shaan Srivastava, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue), June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Angst, Newfound freedom, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, brownstone era, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant via https://ift.tt/oUqlmyL

[billlaotian]

[papercutsunset]

we're so aware of how these fucking brains work, lol

[icy-watch]

Fuzzbuckets.

[arcadian-socks]

Merlin: Listen, I'm gonna need you

to swear—

Douxie: FUZZBUCKETS

Merlin:

Merlin: [ sharp inhale ]

Merlin: Not only is that not what I meant, that is also not even a swear.

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Boarding Fear

"Hey there fuzzbucket." They crouched in front of the mutant, arm hanging about the food dish. His leash would bring him up just short if he lunged. It was an unfortunate possibility, seeing as their returning cuddle champion was on all fours with an arched back and puffed fur. Poor baby didn't like being separated from his pack. "Sorry buddy, rules are rules. No co-habitation. But look!" They revealed the package behind them to the scared animal, "It's soft. It's for you." They'd try another blanket for now. If the time came, they'd bring out Lamby.

It came, and it came sooner rather than later. The blanket had only soothed the savage beast until he'd spotted the vet. Then it was all claws and fangs and hissing. They sighed. Yellow eyes were wide with fear and cloudy with sedation. They'd hoped it would be longer before that all-too-familiar look was back. They should've expected it though. Poor cub never seemed to get the idea they weren't here to hurt him. "Here you go boo." They set Lamby against his chest. According to Hale, that little toy was a surefire way to soothe him, at least a little. "Sorry you can't be with your pack right now, but here's a different friend." He couldn't grab it, restrained as he was. Post-vet blanket restraints pinned his arms to his sides. Those kicking claws had been hobbled as well. You almost always forgot the legs, but mutants could get kicky. Blue was an exception for many rules. He'd done his level best to eviscerate the vet and everyone in the near vicinity. He curled, tucking the little toy under his chin. He gave a thin whine, "Awww, buddy. It's okay." He stroked the mutant's mane until the whine faded.

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[thebroccolination]

LOCAL MAN WITH CAT ALLERGY WAKES UP TO KITTY KISSES EVERY MORNING

The flex of this video.

So in 2020, Krist got Pluto because as a sphinx, he’s a hypoallergenic breed.

Then Kit got Muffin, a Scottish fold (allegedly because Singto likes chubby, confused-looking cats. And because fuck allergies).

Then came Khai Wan and Khao Dao.

Khai Dao is generally content to do her own thing, but Khai Wan is aggressively affectionate and can be summoned for cuddles by whistling.

Behold Khai Wan:

But of course, his favorite of the fuzzbuckets is the fuzzless bucket, Pluto, who sleeps beside him every night that he’s home. <3

Apparently how you beat a cat allergy is getting more cats.

This has been an educational post.

[covington-shenanigans]

cat names

so I'm in an a cappella group which is part of a queer community chorus and one of our members works at an animal shelter. today she posted in the a cappella discord: "About to have to name forty cats for the next hour I’ll be collecting wherever unhinged names you can think of"

this was two hours ago. we are still coming up with cat names. the list (SO FAR) is under the cut. tag yourself, I'm Permanently Exhausted Pigeon

we think many of these would be excellent baby names also. as one of our sopranos said, "what is a cat but a baby with claws?"

(note: stuff in parentheses after the cat name is commentary from the person who came up with the name)

Permanently Exhausted Pigeon

Xena: Warrior Princess

Deke Sharon

George Foreman ("and name the next five George Foreman Jr")

Samantha the Evil Twin

Magical Mr. Mistofelees

Stephen

Kelsey Hightower ("this is not a celebrity, but he is well-known in my industry, and his name is a fuckin banger")

John Cena

The Onceler

Pig

Madison

Nancy

Olivia Newton-John

Blake Carrington

The Purple Principessa

Rubik's Cube

Zaphod Beeblebrox

Owl

Fido

Rover

Mystery Incorporated

Quark

Agatha

Vetinari

Evil Grand Vizier

Horatio

Juno

Bob Loblaw

Juniper

Mrs. Shirley Jenkins

Michael Scott

Spot

Jermaine

Churu

Tia and Tamera Meowry

Soup Spoon

Kleenex

Mug

32-Inch Curved Monitor

Shitty Fourthhand Dell Laptop

Taco Bell Hot Sauce Packet

Don't Worry About What Number of Coffee That Is

Hot Sauce

Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Gideon Nav

John

Pussalitus

Shell Script

Bob the Drag Cat

Slay

Right Meow

Pawl McCartney

Fuzzmeister ("something my ex-roommate used to call my cat")

Fuzzbucket ("another thing my ex-roommate used to call my cat")

Furry Bastard ("ibid")

Jessica! [ed. note: yes, with the exclamation point. I asked]

William Shakespeare

Thursday

Laura Jane Grace

Billy the Kitten

Cat 5 ("I CRACK MYSELF UP LOLOLOL this is a nerd joke don't worry about it")

Pixel

The Child

We're Calling About Your Cat's Extended Warranty

Ibid

Ketzeleh

Absolutely not stop eating toilet paper ("Or just TP for short")

Get Down From There You Little Shit

Stop Eating Plastic You Fucking Gremlin

Feather Boa

Matilda

Nectarine

The Trunchbull

Blender

Vlad the Impaler

Jackie Daytona

Zoom Call

Scrungle

Synthwave

Shoegaze

Disco

Sandstorm

Pancake

Cursed Skull

None Pizza With Left Beef

Regular Skull with no Otherworldly Implications

Sardine

Doggo

Blobfish

Monarch Butterfly

Wage Theft

Hidden Fees

Labor Solidarity

Tax Fraud

McNugget

Class Action Lawsuit

Daniel Tiger

Tony Hawk

Treacherous Knave

Simone Biles

Sodium Bicarbonate

Unflavored Seltzer

Francesca

Strawberry With A Flat Battery

Boop

The Thong Song

Eurovision

Queen of the Underhill

Beaver Nug

POSSUM

Space Lollipop

Chocolate Napoleon

Dessert Drop

Madame Iris

Happy Tartan

Tiny Assistant Antonia

Biscuit

Rim Tim Taggi Dim

Fortinbras

Baby Lasagna

Elderly Lasagne

Duck

Middle-Aged Shark ("doo-doo")

Batman

Greek Chorus

Bertie Wooster

Jasper

Gomez Addams

Morticia Addams

Beeswax

and the sibling of Beeswax: Mind Your Beeswax

Roomba

Particle Board

FYP

Mr. Murderbritches

Baked Potato

Delulu

Ampersand ("'&' for short")

Your Mom

Booticall McStuffins

Munch

Shoelace

Bubba

Bye Felinecia

Sillybutt

Charles

Christofur Walken

Train Heist

Doc

Oscar The Crouch

Elmo ("for a ginger cat")

Furmit the Crog

Shrek

Beck

Pauline

Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, and Sophia

Soleil Moon Fry

Moon Unit Zappa

Trout

Unholy Bargain

Rick Astley

Comic Sans, Ariel Bold, Dingbats

Professor Scrungle McDingus

Bumoley

Dante’s Inferno

Chairman Meow

Pride and Prejudice

2 Factor Authentication

Blue Wheel of Death

Clippy

Circle back

A Meeting The Should Have Been An Email

Chat Offline

I Need To Speak With You In My Office

Wild Thing

Doofus McGroofus

Thneed

Meowzart

Thelonious Meownk

Turnip Face

Dumpster Fire

Santa Claws

Munchkin (Munch for short)

Parsnip

Illegal Pete

Petit Francois

Neck Pillow

Error404

Itty Bitty Kitty (Committee)

Freddie Kruegpurr

Jason

Chad

Chadwick

Silly William (Billy)

Goose

No-Nonsense Billy ("prefers William")

Experimental Jazz

Sibling of Thelonious Meownk

Gulf of Meowxico

Lake Meowchigan

Meownica Lewinsky

Meowchigan State Spurrtans

Buffalo Pam

Cat-herine

University of Meowchigan Wolferines

Bad Band Name

Meowtallica

Joan Pett

Cat Activation Noise

Alanis Meowissette

Petty LaPone

Mayonnaise

The Sauce

Farrah Pawcet

Burger

Topo Chico

Buns ("brother of Burger")

Onion Ring ("sister of Burger and Buns")

Catsup

A Dish Best Served Cold

Revenge ("short for A Dish Best Served Cold")

Small Forestry Man ("or just Small Man")

Helen of Troy

Trojan Cat

Bean

Spatula

Aunt Irmintrude

Worm Off The String

Worm On A String

What Crimes Will He Commit?

Crimini Mushroom

Saffron

Garbage Truck

Louise

Hashbrown

Sir Violence Fourth Of Their Name

PhD

We Can't Afford That

Euphonium

Spork

Doctor Zhivago

Antoine-Joseph Sax

Lump Sum

Chiquitita

Mothman

The Winner Takes It All ("That one the person doesn’t pay for the adoption they win a wet tee shirt contest")

Catniss Neverseen

MacGruber

This Is The Skin Of A Killer Bella

Loca

Haskell

COBOL

Theodore

Rewrite It In Rust

Rock Lobster

Love Shack

Trampoline

Peas Turnip The Beet

Subarubarubaru

Crime

April Showers Kill The Flowers

Ford Fiesta

Sharon

Rodrick

Felony

Jaywalking

Dipthong

Fun With Phonics

LMNOP

RFTM

Quilt

AEIO

AEIOU and Sometimes Y

Consonant

Verb

O R B

Gandalf's Big Naturals

OA

Refrigerator

CatGPT

Feral Beast

Feral Pawcet

Air Filter

Antithesis

Synthesis

Onomatopee-er

California Pizza Kitten

Floor Wax

Shamalamadingdong

Murphey’s Oil Soap

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Mysterious Figure

Mouse ("And her sister Shady Character")

Trackball

The Real Slim Shady

Recessive Jean

[gaylightisminetocommand]

I did the thing :P

Literal seconds before posting this I saw this post and realised that Douxie would, in fact, say 'fuzzbuckets' instead of 'damn' so I quickly changed it lol.

It... would seem that I have a type (tall boys who are in their hundreds but physically frozen at a way younger age + mask their trauma by being silly little shits + love their respective animal companions)

(Sorry to the ppl in the Hazbin tag who have no idea who the second guy is skdfhksdhf)

[zombies-and-trolls]

Merlin Ignores The Children (The Nicest Thing He's Done So Far)

Chapter Six of Fuck Merlin, Actually!

Warnings:

Blocking Magical Person's Abilities, The Beginnings Of Starvation

Douxie fell back asleep after Merlin had disappeared. Archie stayed up, eyes glowing as he prowled around the dark room and inspected everything inside. Besides the two beds, there was a large round table with three chairs, a shelf hammered into a rock wall with books and some papers, and a large wooden cabinet that Archie couldn't open due to his lack of thumbs.

His ears pricked up as he heard Jim starting to wake up, moving around under the covers. “Hello?” Jim asked quietly into the dark of the room. His voice was scared. “Is anyone there?”

Archie jumped up onto the bed, Jim jolting at the movement, but he relaxed once he could make out the shape of Archie's body in the dark. He kept his mouth shut, for now at least. He'd wait until Douxie woke to start speaking to Jim, he didn't want him to freak out. But he gently moved his head into Jim's hand until the kid started to pet him on his own, subconsciously calming down.

Jim said nothing for a long while, likely because he only had Archie for company, and didn't know his words would be understood if only he spoke them aloud. Archie was sure of the boys thoughts anyways, they transcended any need for language. It was only when Archie's stomach panged with hunger he realized Jim was likely just as hungry. He jumped off the bed and back over to Douxie.

His familiar had a pillow over his face to block out even more of the light, and was curled up under the blanket. Archie reached up and pawed at his arm hanging off the side of the bed, Douxie pulling it away with a quiet groan of annoyance. Archie hopped onto the bed and, with some struggle, nudged the covers away from Douxie’s arm so he could continue to paw at it. Douxie reluctantly woke back up, slowly sitting and grabbing at his head.

“Hello?” Jim said from the other bed.

“Oh-Fuzzbuckets you're awake.” Douxie threw the covers off him. He was sweating a little, the cave getting warmer. That might mean it was lighter outside, around noon. Or it might mean the other passageways in the cave were getting blocked off, making it stuffy. Douxie hoped for the latter, especially since it would help him keep track of the days. “Are you okay, Jim? It's me, Douxie.”

“I'm kinda hungry.” Jim admitted. “Where are we?”

“Still working on figuring that out.” Douxie mumbled, carefully sitting up. Archie looked at him, and then at Jim, trying to gauge when was the appropriate time to start talking. Douxie seemed to understand, because he seemed to be thinking over how to bring it up to Jim. “Uh…Okay listen, this isn't going to make a lot of sense, but I need to tell you because it's important. Archie, the cat, he can talk. And I need you to know that now, because I need his help to try figuring out how to get us out of here, and he needs to talk to do that.”

Jim blinked at Douxie slowly. “Uhm.” He managed to say. “How can he…talk?”

“Because I'm not a cat, not really. Douxie is my familiar.” Archie finally spoke up. “And I aim to help you both escape.”

Jim looked completely and utterly confused. “A familiar? Like remembering something?” He questioned.

“Close.” Douxie decided. “It's a bond between two magical creatures, either a magical animal and a Wizard, or a human and a Changeling.”

“Whats a Changeling?” Jim asked, looking at Archie. “Is that what you are? If you aren't really a cat?” Archie puffed up even though he knew the assumption was innocent.

“He's really a dragon. I'm a Wizard.” Douxie corrected. “But he can't shift into his dragon form right now, not until we get out of here.”

“There's candles and matches on the table.” Archie looked at Douxie, who got out of bed and shuffled over, careful not to trip.

He felt around on the table, grabbing the box of matches and a candle. A flame lit up as he struck one of the matches against the side of the box and he used it to light the candle. Jim got out of bed and wandered closer to the light. There were a few more candles on the table, and candle holders, but Douxie settled on just lighting up a second, and passing it to Jim.

“Be careful.” He warned. “Only touch the handle.”

“I know about fire safety.” Jim said, looking around the room now that they could see better. Douxie studied the papers and books at the table, and found them empty. Another glamour spell. “I’m kinda hungry.” Jim said, clearly downplaying it. Douxie hadn’t feel hungry because the ache in his head had masked the feeling, but with Jim’s words it came rushing back full force.

He was starving .

“Try the cabinet.” Archie suggested. “I couldn’t get it open.”

Douxie kept his candle on the table, opening the cabinet while Jim held out his light to help look inside.

Thankfully, there was food inside. A singular can of soup not even meant for two people, next to a cooking pot, a big cooking spoon, two bowls, and two regular spoons. There was a bottle of water next to two cups.

Jim grabbed it to read the label. “It’s potato soup.”

“There’s no can opener.” Douxie groaned. “And no stove in here- Fuzzbuckets Merlin , how are we supposed to make anything!”

“Is that pot sentimental?” Jim pointed at a terracotta pot holding a plant in the corner of the room.

“Uh, no?” Douxie said. “All those plants are more important than the pots…You know what, forget the plants! There Merlin’s anyway. But don’t eat them, they’re magic.”

Jim nodded, moving over to the pot and dumping the plant and dirt out onto the floor. He scoured around, looking at the rocks scattered around the room before picking a sharp one. Holding the pot out to Douxie, he handed him the rock.

“Can you smash out a hole in the side, here?” Jim asked, pointing to a spot on the pot.

“Why?” Douxie asked, Jim misunderstanding the question.

“I’m not allowed to use sharp stuff or anything yet. Not even big scissors.”

Douxie almost smiled at that, but didn’t correct Jim on what he actually meant, and simply did as instructed. Jim took the pot from Douxie and set it on the table, giving the can of soup to Douxie next.

“Use the rock like a can opener.” Jim explained, grabbing the cooking pot out of the cabinet and putting it on top of the overturned terracotta pot. Douxie followed his instructions again, until the rock made a big enough hole in the can for the soup to be poured out. Jim took it from him and poured it into the pot, then slid his candle underneath the terracotta pot using the hole in the side.

“What are you…?” Douxie asked, looking at the contraption oddly.

“You made a stove.” Archie realized proudly.

“Mhm. Can you watch the soup and stir it?” Jim requested. “I’m not allowed to use a stove.”

Douxie smiled. “Yeah. Sure kid. That was really cool.”

The soup cooked, and they sat on Douxie’s bed to eat it. Jim asked Douxie a thousand questions about talking cats and magic plants, and Douxie answered each patiently. Jim asked for stories, and Douxie told him about magical mishaps and fighting creatures in Arcadia. Jim regaled Douxie with stories of chasing down cats with Toby, and biking around the canals, and climbing to the very tops of trees, and Douxie was just as enthralled. Archie told Jim about being a dragon, and Jim told them about recipes and schoolwork. Jim told Douxie about field trips and TV shows, and Douxie told Jim about playing guitar and working in a magic bookstore.

For the first time since Merlin had awoken, both boys had almost forgotten about their strange predicament. Instead they sat together and filled the rest of the day with stories, until they fell asleep in the same bed, with Archie curled up between them.

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[yourneighbourhoodtraumatisedkids]

Well, it's almost midnight, and definitely no sign. Eli and Darci thought they were onto something until they realised it didn't make any sense. All we know is that Jim pissed off a lot of people before he disappeared- he had an argument with Barbara, shouted his head off at me, even stormed away from Claire when she was trying to calm him down. Honestly, he hasn't been acting like himself ever since this month started... and Toby was getting ready to freak out untul he found a note in his room from Jim... which only told him not to go after Jim. Claire's tried shadow portalling to him, but with no success... and she's fainted and has a high fever. Angor's gone off on the lookout once he realised shadow portalling was no use. Steve and Eli are off to Bradbury to see where Jim is exactly. We can't send Claire back to her house yet because her shadows sometimes come up on her skin. Honestly, when I'm going to find Jim, I'm going to kill him but... knowing Jim well enough- maybe even more than the others currently, I can't help but feel he's got a pretty good reason for all of this. Everyone else is unanimous on slaughtering his ass once they find him.

Fuzzbuckets.

We'll keep you updated on everything soom enough.

-Douxie.

[callmebliss]

Some of my guys’ names are the place name where I got their seedling, but scrambled. Which is why we have dudes like Rotto and Twosheder.

Some of them are names relevant to their decor, like Starbucks, Ceevus, and Chef Steax.

A few guys’ names are puns, like Skippy - I got him near a pond and he is a rock type. Also, Weed Guy.

Some fellows get their name because SALM was with me while I played, like Fucknuggit (not shown) and Fuzzbucket.

Some of them are Just A Little Guy, like Clyde.

[honeyxmonkey]

Red Boots and Fuzzbuckets if you’d please

Red Boots - if you could make one piece of TOA merchandise, what would it be?

funko pops for aja, krel, and douxie! they didn't get any and it's a crime. also maybe little charm bracelets based on the characters? I dunno, i actually have a lot of merch i'd like for their to be

Fuzzbuckets - controversial opinion?

i'm not sure if this is controversial, but aarrrgghh and blinky are married and i won't take constructive criticism on it

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[icy-watch]

Oh, fuzzbuckets

[fan-stuff-and-things]

Kris Cuddle 1

Short fuzz and thick muzzle material pressed into Kris' hand. His heart melted. Nuzzling was easily top three in the cutest things an animal could do. He sat back so as not to fall from where he was balanced on his heels and let Blue press his head into his arm. "Hi buddy!" Good thing he shifted, "Getting heavy, aren't we?" Blue whined, and stepped back, blanket hunching over his scruff. A frown flashed over Kris' face before he schooled them back to neutral-friendly. "Aw no, I didn't mean it like that. Come on over." He patted a knee. Blue stat frozen for a few seconds and slowly crept into his lap. He was careful where he stepped, making sure not to put too much weight on any one spot and avoiding it where possible until he got into proper cuddle position. The cats could learn a thing or two. He leaned against the wall and helped their resident blue fuzzbucket settle into his lap. He pulled the blanket up around them both. "There we go. I just meant you're getting up to a healthy weight. You were much too skinny when you came in." Blue chirped and burried his face into Kris' side. The purring was as rough as ever. It was okay though. Kris loved helping him practice.

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