#i want to see the hard scary conversations where jack learns it’s ok to lean on his friends

[cowboy-caboodles]

Off-Screen Apologies

Because i saw someone’s reblog saying we missed the opportunity to have a javey apology scene, because Davey deserved to be angry at Jack, and we deserved to see that happen between them, and also because i am possibly working on a little fic about the off-screen interaction.

(I drew just the end snippet of what would be an entire apology with much more lecturing from Davey, just as an excuse to draw boys smooching)

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 2.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: I think we found the right ground for this... Something (it ain't one shot but I don't know if we can call it series either, we'll see). I like to start with something like Rue did - a bit of narrating and then slowly slipping into the "episode". Let me know if something will not add up for you, ok?

Word count: 2.5 K

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and drug addiction, strong LBGT themes, age gap, Rue's maniac/bipolar episodes. The normal things.

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Sometimes the feeling of not belonging somewhere grows over your head so much that you actually feel like you don't belong anywhere, to no one. That you don't even have a place to come back to. It is scary to go through a place alone when all those people look at you because they see for the first time. It feels like they are whispering things about you, that they are laughing at you and you can feel the anxiety inside of you growing. 

It hurts. It hurts so much that you just want to crawl onto the toilette cab, sit there and cry to your own knees until it's over.

Those shared looks judging your appearance, your looks, your make-up or your old favorite shoes. Those are the things that slowly kills you from the inside.

The people smoke there even tho they shouldn't, snorting because of some jokes,  looking all cool and chilled and for you, it is a walk of shame. Your head is kept down and you continue to the building at a quick pace, hoping that you will not be too exciting for them. And it doesn't matter if it's a new workplace, new school or a new home for seniors for that matter. It's the same over and over again.

A neverending cycle.

To find the office where you had to pick up the paperwork that needed to be done and taking your schedule was probably the hardest thing you have ever done. It felt almost impossible. The crowd and groups of people your age took you from one side of the building to the another and you felt so lost. Like never before. 

The door finally appeared after first class already started. When you slowly stepped into that small room, you looked like a mess. It was a small room with one window, it's walls were calmingly green and the pictures and motivational posters with kittens made you grin.

An old lady smiled at you from behind the desk. She appeared to be a kind person. It comforted you a bit, sitting in her office, looking her to her hazel-brown eyes with the last bit of confidence you were able to find somewhere inside of you.

“So you are new here, I see, I see.” - Mrs. Smith told you when she prepared the papers for your parents to sign up and printed you your own class schedule. Her heart-shaped face lit up with a smile when she leaned closer to you. - “Don't worry about being late. No one showed you around and you could find me anyway. It is totally fine if you will be lost in this building for the first couple of days, sweetie. You need to learn a lot.” - Her fingers patted your wrists knitted together tightly. You accidentally exhaled out loud because you held your breath again, smiling at her lazily. 

“Hope that the professors won't be mad.” - A giggle came out of your mouth and Mrs. Smith stood up to brew you some tea. 

“You can be here for until the end of your first class if you’re so scared. You seem to be feeling uncomfortable, am I right?” - She gave you the cup, sugar to add-in and a cookie. Your head nodded. - “I am a granny of two, I can sense when you don’t feel good."

A couch in the corner was the place you chose to chill at. You sat in a small ball there with your knees crossed over each other, your earbuds plugged into the small jack on the top of your phone and sometimes you sipped a bit of the tea.

The feeling of melancholy took over you as you went through the new post on Instagram made by people who you were used to seeing daily. Once again, you felt like you didn't belong to that place, like on a short trip to Disneyland. But this trip was permanent. And the harder the reality dropped on your shoulders, the worse you felt.

You couldn't say that you hate this whole place. You liked it, it was a normal city, normal neighborhood, nothing too weird. But that little worm of knowing that you're not at home anymore was keeping that feeling alive. For a few moments, your eyes and your mind drifted away into a place far away in your head.

The bell-ringing was a sound you almost welcomed. It brought you back to reality, leaving Mrs. Smith's little office. It made your mind occupied with different things, your nose shoved into the piece of paper with the schedule. Mrs. Smith was kind enough to print you a map of the school and gave you how you should go. That was a thing that made you smile. Kindness. Random kindness from a woman who saw a strange girl for the first time. It was her job most probably but you were thankful for it either way.

Sometimes all of us feel like a hero of a novel or a movie. The days slowly become on a long, neverending surreal piece of art as the faces and colors mash up into one painting. Your mind seems to be too occupied to actually take notice of something. Too occupied to take a hold of itself and you drift away into places far, far away.

You couldn't seem to remember or recall a single word the teachers have said to you. And they seemed to ignore you as well, it was like a symbiosis. Why should they be excited about you? A new face in the crowd was not that interesting to ask for a name. It was just one face between many ones. Why should they care? Your face wasn't anything that has the power to change the whole world. Or your name.

First moments you actually took notice of were when you made it to the cafeteria. Nobody looked at you anymore. You just took your plate and ordered some food like a normal student. 

A table in the back of the cafeteria felt ideal for you. You sat there with your lunch and ate, just watching the others and looking though your notebooks and what have you written down. To your surprise, your hand wrote automatically for you and there were truly some pieces of information written down in your typical messy handwriting.

"Hey, loser. Why you're alone?" - A girl's voice asked you in a cocky manner. At first, you thought that it's finally here - your first bully. But when your eyes found her face, she seemed to be strangely kind with a cocky smile and raised eyebrows. Messy brown curls framed her face while her skin had the color of darkened caramel. Your clothing style was really similar - but her Converse shoes were all tied up and not torn.

She had a tall girl next to her. Her make-up was heavy, her hair was a color extravaganza and her clothing style reminded you of anime cosplay and San Diego's comic con. Her skin was almost white, Albin-ish or what. Something made her really pretty. Whether it was her large nose or her eyes, you couldn't tell. But she seemed nice, her presence felt nice as well even tho you saw her for the first time ever. Her lips were giving you a graceful smile, she rolled her eyes at the brunette's questions and then she pinned her eyes on you.

"Fuckin' hell, I'm just kiddin', girl. You're lookin' all like holy shit I'm busted, like in the series about that cheating bastards. Oh man, you should see yourself. But you're sitting at our table." - The brunette said less cockily and more jokingly, slowly sitting down with her food.

"Does that mean I should leave?" - Your voice trembled and you sound panicked. Brunette took a good, long look at you and the other girl sat next to her.

"Of course you can stay! Don't be angry about Rue. She's a pain in the ass when she has her episodes. Right now, we're in the manic phase so she won't shut up. And she has mean comments that don't make sense most of the tomes." - The girl with pretty the make-up offered her hand for a handshake and you accepted it. - "Name's Jules by the way. That's Rue." - Just as Jules said Rue's name, Rue managed to pull of Eminem's old rapping pose from one of his album covers and nodded at you with a weird cocky smile.

"Wazzup', newbie?" - Rue said with a high laugh while Jules looked like she's about to kill her in the next few moments.

"I'm Y/N." - You said quietly and Jules let go of your hand.

"Ya all brand new out 'ere, aren't ya?" - Rue entwined her fingers on the table and you looked you dead in the eye, being serious all of a sudden. Like a detective. -"She thinks she's like Morgan Freeman or what when she has her phases. A detective or what." - Jules laughed.

"But Morgan Freeman is the man, Jules. Just the man. He's all cool and shit." - Rue laughed at her. Those two seemed to be a funny pair of... Friends? A couple? You couldn't tell. They acted like friends, but they looked at each other with tender smiles. You could only guess.

“What did bring you this part of the world? Adventure or lousy parents?” - Jules gave you a slight smirk and playfully raised her eyebrows.

“Dads work brought us here. But I and my siblings are kinda cool about all of that. We can have a new experience.” - You shrugged your eyebrows and took a bite of your sandwich. 

“If you're looking for a drug paradise, ya are right where ya wanted to be, whaddayasay?” - Rue wiggled her eyebrows and opened her yogurt, sticking her spoon inside of it, drolling some pills into the vanilla pudding with her long, delicate yet strong fingers. Your eyes instantly popped out and your it almost fell out as you watched the pills. 

“What. The. Hell?” - You squealed in a high pitched tone and rose her eyebrows, asking you about what is the matter.

 “I have BPAD, what did ya expect, man? This is the better way to take the medication. Ya want me to gulp all of it or what?” - Rue said in a joking tone, she was ironic, but she gave you that addict look. 

“Trust me, I searched through her bag. This is really only the medication for her BD. It's cool. No drugs.” - Jules assured you. You nodded slowly with a frown on your face. Could Rue had some history with addiction? Or what was Jules talking about? You watched the way Rue slowly mixed her pudding. 

“Just the way I love it.” - Rue hummed happily with her eyes closed. She had a tired look on her face, the bags under her eyes made her gaze look more devilish and her cheeks were too sharp. But she had a beautiful mouth and full lips. 

“If you don't mind a pair of weirdos as your friends, we agreed we could make a trio out of our duo. But we are something between girlfriends and friends so I just want to warn before any weird situations happen.” -  Jules put her head on Rue's shoulder and smiled happily. 

“After ten minutes you know me? Wow, that was a quick one.” - You joked and Rue pointed on you with her spoon. 

“Ten minutes is everything you need to know if a person is a dickhead - trust me, I would know if you're a super dickhead. Ya seem to be cool.” - Rue winked. Was the situation that bad in here? Just ten minuted to know if a person is a dickhead? That was something. 

So what was in stock for you? An ex-junkie with a BPAD and an all-anime-about girl who looked like a colorful extravaganza. Better than a jock with his nose rose up and an attitude of a dickhead or a chick with anorexia you thought to yourself. As always you were lost in your head for a moment - thinking about Rue's disorder. They told you that Rue is in her manic state, how was she like during her depression moments? Will it be alright? 

“Okay. Cool.” - You said in the end. New people and new friends, just as your older sis said. It felt really cool. 

“Welcome to the losers club.” - Rue winked at you playfully. 

At three p.m. Fran waited on you and your brother in the car. You stuck with Rue and Jules for the rest of your day, Rue's manic ass making you laugh all day. You didn't find her bickering and manic shit annoying at all, you laughed at it a lot actually. Both of you walked you back to your sister's car, do not letting your anxiety get over your head. 

“See ya tomorrow, the new one.” - Rue giggled and threw her hand over her girlfriend's shoulder and brought her closer to her small, thin body, hugging her tightly.

“See you tomorrow, guys.” - You smiled and crawled into Fran's car. Your sis was smiling at you proudly, waving to Rue and Jules. You could feel that Fran is excited about that. You lean from the car's window and waved at them excitedly. Rue was dramatic, holding her entwined palms on her chest, sending you some kisses and pretending to cry. 

“I told you, shithead. You have friends! Nice!” - Fran patted your upper thigh and grinned in front of you. You two took the same route you took on your way to school. 

The gas station came up to your sight quicker than it did before. Nobody was there this time - no smoking boy with a blue design t-shirt and jeans hugging his upper thigs. The spot which came significant to you that morning was empty now, no boy in your sight. 

“What you're lookin' at, shithead? Some magical place you're searching for? You did the exact same thing in the morning.” - Fran told you quietly, lighting up her cigarette before mom could see her smoking. 

“Nothing. Let it be.” - You smiled at her shily and sat back to your seat. 

The feelings of loneliness can be a long time thing. But sometimes, just sometimes and when you are really lucky, someone can show you wour place and make you feel like someone cares about you. You can meet new, special people who take you as you are. 

And when you are this lucky, nothing can be better than that. But not to give you false promises - it isn't a thing that does happen every time. 

[crykea]

Jack Danny Button fluff?? (Or anything with them I just love them)

i owe u my life thank u

heres a story under the cut (also posted on ao3) this is very unedited and very written in one sitting and its very 3am so its probablyy/. weird but thats ok

The first time Ms.Georges’s first period mathematics class met her nice baker friend, it was memorable. Halfway through class, as Ms.Georges was lecturing her students about the difference between sine and cosine, brow furrowed– a short man swept into the classroom, set a small blue box down in front of her, stole a red pen from where it was tucked into her bun, and promptly swept back out of the room. The entire class, including Ms. Georges, was silent for a few moments before the teacher cleared her throat. The students watched their constantly-irritated math teacher rub a blush from her cheeks with a frustrated twitch of her eyebrows. With a level of care that those at the school rarely saw, she picked up the box and gently placed it under her counter before going back to teaching her class as if nothing had happened.

–

The first time Dr. Lee’s 9:00 AM Survey of English Literature class met their professor’s weird baker friend was also very memorable. It was commonly thought throughout the class that 9 in the morning was far too early to be discussing how super horny John Donne was, but there they were. Doing that. There was currently a bet going on between a few of the students who had read ahead and seem some of Donne’s poems that they had yet to study over which of the poems if any would get Any kind of reaction out of their professor besides his usual too-energetic-for-this-early-in-the-morning outlook, but they had yet to come up with any results. As per usual, Lee began the class’s discussion by reading the text aloud to them, today’s poem, another of Donne’s, was titled ‘A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning’ which didn’t seem quite as lascivious as some of the other’s they’d read previously, but they were likely going to be proven wrong once the discussion began. Suddenly, six stanzas in, a light, smiling voice joined Lee’s from the doorway.

There stood a short man, with long light hair piled on top of his head and held in place be a bright red pen. The students turned to stare at the newcomer, who they realized was holding a pale blue box, as he continued reciting the poem from where their professor had trailed off, all while grinning. After he’d recited the remaining three stanzas, he gracefully made his way over to the professor’s desk, plopped the box on top of a pile of papers, and kissed Dr. Lee on the cheek. Before leaving, he tugged the red pen out of his pale hair and tossed it at the professor who fumbled it lamely and dropped it on the ground. For the following fifteen minutes of class time, Dr. Lee kept glancing dreamily at the box on his desk and smiling goofily. A couple students in the back of the class exchanged five dollar bills when The Mystery Man started quoting the poem, as they had all seen their professor cover his face, flustered and damn it that counted as a reaction to the poem.

–

The next time Ms. Georges’s first-period mathematics class met the baker, he was sitting behind their teacher’s desk when they walked in in the morning. Ms. Georges was scrawling the formulas they had learned last class onto the whiteboard and holding a pastry in her right hand. It had been a while since they’d seen him and by that point, they had started their unit on conversions. Ms. Georges was a good teacher, but some of the students had to admit that she was kind of scary and it was often hard to go to her with questions about the homework. After finding this out, she had added a class to their schedule that was meant entirely for asking questions and receiving help in an attempt to make sure all of the students had a fair shot at the exams and assignments.

She began class as soon as the bell rang, never once acknowledging the man sitting at her desk. He looked bored, sitting at her desk reading what looked like a textbook from the bookshelf behind their teacher’s desk. Ms. Georges looked slightly less stern and walked through the class helping students one on one and answering any questions that her class might have. At one point, she stood up and turned to face the man at her desk for the first time that morning, and rubbed her fists together in a circle, one on top of the other. The man nodded back and smiled before tucking back into the textbook that he was reading. The students watched Ms.Georges leave, telling the class that she would be back in five or so minutes and that if they had any questions, they could ask “Mr. Gilbert” who was sitting at her desk. The man rolled his eyes at her and made a gesture with his hand, starting open at his temple and then moving away from him as his fingers closed.

A couple of minutes past in silence until one of the students at the front of the class got up and walked nervously over to the desk.

“Uh, I don’t know if Ms. Georges was being serious? But I actually do have a question that I forgot to ask her when she was helping me and I don’t want to have to take time away from anyone else to get an answer…” She trailed off, nervously.

“Honestly, I think she was kidding about asking me for help” The student’s shoulders sagged and he hurriedly continued, “But you guys are learning conversions right? That’s actually some of the only math I’m actually good at so you’re in luck! Why don’t you pull up a chair.” He smiled at her. His voice was quieter than they had expected with how confident he seemed the last time they saw him, “Actually let’s see if anyone else has the same question first so we can kill two birds with one math equation, how ‘bout that….”

When Ms. Georges came back to the classroom five minutes later holding two mugs of coffee, there were four of her students sitting around her desk being taught the tricks to convert between the imperial and metric systems. In rare form, the usually-frowning teacher smiled gently at the scene for a moment before relinquishing one of the mugs and going back to making her way through the rows of tables.

–

The second time the mysterious man shows up in Dr. Lee’s 9:00 AM class, he’s actually there before Dr. Lee even arrives. It’s a well-known fact that their professor is always at least five minutes later to every one of the classes he teaches, so it’s weird to enter the class and find someone standing at the chalkboard writing something. They’ve long since moved on from John Donne and have begun their unit on The Epic. They know it’s the man from before who seemed to seduce their professor by reciting poetry at him, but he didn’t once turn away from the chalkboard where he seemed to be copying down notes about Beowulf from a paper covered in their professor’s writing. Around ten minutes after everyone had settled down to jot notes confusedly, or continue quietly talking with their neighbours, the door slammed open, startling everyone including the man at the front of the class who threw the paper and then stared at Dr. Lee sheepishly. Dr. Lee for his part looked wild-eyed and far more disheveled than usual, which says something because he was not often one to be seen with even a hair out of place.

“Sorry, class!” He panted as he stalked to the front of the class, “I accidentally slept in because someone turned my alarm off, Daniel.” The last bit of the sentence was directed at the man, whose sheepish smile had grown into a playful grin. He snickered and moved his fist in a circle in front of his chest. Dr. Lee sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before leaning over and pressing a kiss into the smaller man’s hair, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go to work, love. Thank you for writing out my notes for me.”

One of the students near the front of the class slipped a two dollar coin across to the person sitting beside them, who smirked at them and pocketed the change quietly.

–

The first time Ms. Georges’s class met her special professor friend, she had to leave class early. One of the science teachers ended up having to watch the worried students for the remaining fifteen minutes of class. It was a test period so it didn’t really matter who was supervising as long as someone was there, and the period was already almost over anyway.

Near the end of class, there was a sharp knock on the door, which Ms. Georges got up to answer, setting her red pen and her marking aside. At the door, a tall man in a rumpled suit stood, looking worried. Ms. Georges looked back at her class before stepping into the hall with the man, leaving the door cracked open. Through the crack in the door, the students could barely pick up on a hushed conversation between the two of them.

“Button, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I may as well have. Danny’s father is in town and I didn’t know until I got a call from Joanna telling me that they’ve had to close the shop for the day and that we should probably head back home as soon as we can, Jack.”

The students heard their teacher swear before she ushered the man into the classroom.

“Sorry for the interruption, class. This is Dr. Lee. He’s going to watch you for a moment. Play nice. Now get back to work.”

Ms. Georges and the man left shortly after when a science teacher arrived to take over supervising.

–

The first time Dr. Lee’s 9 AM class met the red-headed high school teacher, she wasn’t alone. There had been a few days where Dr. Lee had called in a substitute, but three classes later, he was back with two people in tow. Surprisingly, he was actually on time for the class which possibly could be attributed to the man and woman who were nearly dragging him through the door. The man, Daniel?, had walked the woman directly over to Dr. Lee’s desk as soon as they had all entered the room and proceeded to sit her down so that he could sit in her lap. Their professor smiled warmly at the duo and began the lecture.

They had graduated onto starting on some of Alexander Pope’s work, which their professor, as per usual, began to read out specific passages from. The pair at the desk seemed to be reading along from Dr.Lee’s copy of the textbook, so he was fruitlessly trying to recite from memory.

“Ah, ah,” The woman interrupted flatly, “Go back. You skipped at least three lines about the salamanders.”

Their professor looked at her helplessly, “You know, it would be easier if you two would just give me my book?”

“Wasn’t this the story you were quoting yesterday? I thought you had it memorized.” She said without looking up from the textbook. From behind the desk, Daniel shrugged apologetically at the students who were watching this unfold, not very upset that they were taking a break from listening to Alexander Pope’s writing.

“It’s a poem, Jacqueline dear. Give me my book I need to teach my class.” The woman, Jacqueline, rolled her eyes playfully and handed the book over, “Thank you now don’t distract me. I’ve already been away for the past few classes.” He apologized to the class before continuing to recite his passages.

Once he was finished and everyone had split up to discuss the readings with their groups, Dr. Lee leaned down to face the two visitors to chat. The group populating the front row of desks could catch snippets of a conversation between Jacqueline and Dr. Lee. Something about deciding which of the three was going to make dinner that night. Something about a family-run bakery that was located around the block, near the high school.

A pair at the side of the room exchanged a couple coins.

[piratethornton]

Pirates of the Clawribbean

Chapter 3: The Black Paw

Fandom: Zootopia

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While Captain Wilde busied himself behind the curtain replacing his breeches, Judy made herself comfortable at his table in front of the map, glad that she recognised most of the words. She fully intended to not reveal to the Captain that her lapine was a little rusty. Fortunately the instructions were simple, mostly made up of 'turn left here' and 'watch out for so and so'. Within a few minutes the Captain joined her and using his own navigational charts, they soon worked out the general location of where the treasure was hidden. Both mammals were so focused on their task, they quite forgot to be rude to each other, and when they had finished they shared smiles of satisfaction.

"Don't know what Honey was so worried about," said Captain Wilde, stretching. "This is gonna be easy."

"I doubt Captain Maul would have buried his treasure somewhere easy," replied Judy, frowning.

Captain Wilde rolled his eyes then glanced back at Judy. "So...a couple of fencing lessons when you were younger?"

Judy gave a slightly guilty smile. "Well, more like sword fighting twice a week with a retired Navy captain since I was thirteen."

The Captain raised an eyebrow. "Is it common nowadays for ladies to learn about weapons?"

"Actually I'm a bit of an oddball," she admitted, embarrassed. "I had dreams of joining the Navy, so I got Captain Savage to tutor me."

"Savage?" asked Captain Wilde, shocked. "As in Jack Savage?"

"You've heard of him?"

"I've heard rumours. I always thought he was just a story to make bunnies feel better about themselves."

Judy narrowed her eyes at the remark but before she could retort back the Captain started speaking again.

"Well, if you're gonna be staying here then I may as well show you around." He strode over to the door and opened it. "This way."

They had only taken one step out of the cabin before they found their path blocked by Clawhauser. It seemed he had been sitting by the door, and was now hurrying to his feet.

"Oh, sorry," he said, nervously. "It's just that...I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go."

"Luckily for you I was about to give a tour," the jovial Captain told him. "Tag along."

Clawhauser stepped aside to let the other two on deck and followed, sticking very close to Judy. They made their way up a small staircase to where the helm was situated, and at the wheel, wearing a serene smile, was a sloth.

"Flash, Flash, one hundred league dash!" Captain Wilde strode over to lean against the railing next to the wheel and grinned widely. "May I introduce Lady Cottontail and Spots Clawsomething."

Judy glared at the Captain then turned to the sloth. "Actually, it's Lady Judy and - "

"Very...nice...to meet...you," said the sloth, finally responding to the Captain.

Judy and Clawhauser exchanged a look.

"No finer helmsmammal on the entire ocean," stated the Captain, smiling lazily at their reaction. "No faster ship, either."

Though Judy and Clawhauser were completely perplexed that a mammal who seemed to barely move was in charge of navigation, they could clearly see that the ship was moving at a swift pace, and the glimpses they had caught of the attack on the Cloverleaf demonstrated great agility from both vessel and helmsmammal.

"Nice to meet you, too," replied Judy, wanting to be polite.

"I...saw...your...duel...earlier...today. Excellent...technique."

"Thank you," said Judy, warmly. Normally she would have engaged in conversation with this seemingly friendly mammal, however she felt in this instance that she would be standing there late into the night if she did. It was already close to sunset.

Fortunately Captain Wilde chose to move on. After bidding Flash farewell, they went back down the steps to the main deck and walked towards a web of rigging tended by a cougar. He looked up when he heard the group approaching.

"This is Bobby. Bobby Catmull." Captain Wilde gestured toward the cougar. "He's our resident strong and silent guy."

Bobby offered a friendly smile and wave which was returned by Judy and Clawhauser. They all turned when the door that led below deck opened and a sour-faced polar bear stepped out. The Captain immediately walked over to him.

"And this is Nathan Articsen. I'd like to say he's not as scary as he looks, but even a pirate can't lie all the time."

Judy and Clawhauser shrank under the bear's gaze, but when his eyes landed on Judy he suddenly brightened.

"Lady Judy!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice. "I thought I recognised you!"

Judy furrowed her brow at this, then suddenly remembered a polar bear called Nathan that had worked for Mr Big. Her face split in a joyful grin. "Nathan! What are you doing here?"

"Mr Big's orders," Nathan replied. "He wants me to keep an eye on this one -" he jerked his head towards Wilde "- since he's prone to being a disappointment."

"So he was dealing with pirates," said Judy in wonder. "It's so good to see you again."

"Likewise. Are Mr Big and Miss Fru Fru well?"

"They're fine." She was so glad to come across a friendly face she recognised. "I had dinner with them not too long ago -"

"And we should move on." Captain Wilde grabbed Judy by the shoulders and guided her around Nathan to the door. His previous cheery mood seemed to have vanished. "You two can catch up later. We still have a whole ship to see."

Nathan's face settled back into a frown as he watched the three go below deck, Clawhauser waving nervously at him just before he was out of sight.

The Captain pointed out the magazine were the weapons were stored, then led them to the gun deck which also served as the crew's sleeping quarters. Hammocks were strung from the ceiling and in between the cannons were chests that held the crew's belongings. Judy counted eight hammocks and was again surprised at the small number. Further along the deck they came across the kudu and gemsbok cleaning one of the cannons and arguing ferociously. The Captain gave their names as Bucky and Pronk but apparently didn't consider them that interesting since he quickly moved on.

"They mostly do the cleaning and any odd jobs that need doing," he explained, "preferably somewhere they can't disturb anyone else."

Judy was silently glad they didn't stop for a chat with the loud pair, and very soon they reached the galley. There was a circular wooden table and behind that an alcove designated for preparing the crew's meals. A lot of incensed smoke billowed from the alcove, making it hard to see the cook though they could plainly hear the sounds of pots and cutlery.

"Hey, Yax!" the Captain called out as he walked towards the alcove. "I've got some visitors for ya!"

"Visitors?" A large, dark shape began to emerge from the smoke. "Hey, that's cool. I heard we had some newcomers onboard."

Eager to make a good first impression, Judy stepped forward. "I'm Lady Judy, this is Mister Clawhauser and YOU ARE NAKED!" She quickly turned around as a yak revealed himself. He was, indeed, naked and his long thick hair was tied in several braids and dreadlocks.

"Yeah," he replied, completely unfazed at Judy's reaction. "I've never felt natural in clothes. I think they're unnatural in general. It's good to feel free." He raised his hands above his head and stretched his entire body.

"I hear ya, Yax," said Captain Wilde, smiling widely at Judy and Clawhauser who were shielding their eyes in mortification. "Yax is the ship's cook. He'll be kindly preparing your meals for you during your stay here. And all without an apron."

"Err...Judy, can I talk to you for a moment?" asked Clawhauser, gesturing towards the galley entrance and trying not to look at Yax.

Glad to remove herself from the situation, at least temporarily, she followed Clawhauser to the doorway. The Captain watched as they walked away, then turned to converse with Yax.

"What is it?" asked Judy, quietly.

"Are you sure about all this?" replied Clawhauser, an unsure expression on his face.

"I know he's naked, but we'll just have to deal with it -"

"No, I meant... They're pirates, Judy! How can we trust them?"

"I can read the map. I'm too valuable. They know it, we know it. They wouldn't dare try to harm us."

"And what happens when you're no longer valuable? They'll just toss us overboard."

Judy smiled reassuringly. "Nathan remembers me, and his loyalties lie with the Big family first and foremost. He'll watch out for us."

A weight lifted from Clawhauser's shoulders, but he still seemed uncertain. "It's just...you have this habit of jumping into things without thinking of the consequences. As soon as I mentioned the treasure, you seemed to forget we were on a pirate ship."

"I can handle them," she said, sighing a little in exasperation.

"Really? The thought of paying off your family's debts isn't clouding your judgement? At all?"

Judy blinked. It was true, as soon as she heard of the treasure her family's financial problems had sprung to mind, and while part of the reason she did what she did was to ensure her and Clawhauser's safety, she couldn't deny the hope that bubbled in her chest when she discovered the opportunity to save the Hopps clan without having to marry.

She took a deep breath. "I know I'm a little impulsive, but we're going to be OK, Mister Clawhauser. Trust me."

Clawhauser gave a small, wry smile. "After all we've been through today, I think you can call me 'Ben' from now on."

Judy chuckled softly, then turned as the door opened to reveal the fennec fox and honey badger, who smirked and smiled warmly respectively.

"I hear you're meeting the crew," said the badger. She moved forward to shake their hands. "I'm Honey, the ship's surgeon, carpenter and expert on legends and curses. This is Finnick, the first mate."

"I make sure he doesn't get us killed." Finnick gestured a thumb towards the Captain who had come over to join them.

"I guess that's everyone, and just in time for dinner." He looked over his shoulder where Yax was dishing out a brown, lumpy stew into bowls and placing them on the table. The group assembled at the door way took several steps back as Bucky and Pronk suddenly raced in and sat at the table. They didn't bother to wait for the rest of crew to join them and immediately set to work shovelling Yax's concoction into their mouths. Bobby and Nathan arrived only a few seconds later and took their places with much more decorum.

"Please, help yourselves." Captain Wilde bowed to Ben and Judy and pointed to the table. "You'll have to forgive us if we don't have the correct cutlery. We are simple folk."

Judy gave him a haughty look (which she had rarely used) and sat next to Nathan. Ben eagerly sat next to her and grabbed a bowl, relieved that his fear of going hungry on the pirate ship had not come to pass.

Captain Wilde was about to move to the table when he felt a paw on his shoulder. He turned and saw Honey wearing a very serious expression. "Nick, can I talk to you?"

He raised a questioning eyebrow but nodded. He grabbed two bowls from the table and left the room, Honey following close behind with her own dinner along with a curious Finnick. After making a quick detour to the helm to give Flash his helping of stew, they settled themselves at the Captain's table and began to eat.

"So, what's the problem, Honey?" asked Nick, his feet on the table.

"You promised room and board to our 'guests'," stated Honey. "You do know what that means?"

"You're worried Spots is going to eat all our supplies?" Nick smiled. "I'll tell Yax to keep a look out. It'll do him good to lose a few pounds."

"I have no problems about the cheetah. It's the rabbit."

"What have you got against rabbits?"

Honey sighed. "It's not that she's a rabbit. It's because she's female."

Nick tilted his head slightly in confusion. "...So?"

"Where's she going to sleep?"

"You have no problem sleeping with the rest of the crew."

"Yes, but she's a Lady. With a capital L!"

"She has a point," said Finnick, who had been listening with interest.

"What do you want me to do?" snapped Nick, annoyed. "Give her my cabin?"

"That would be the chivalrous thing to do," mused Honey.

"I'm a pirate. I'm not supposed to be chivalrous."

"A cute bunny ain't supposed to beat you in a sword fight, neither," said Finnick, smirking.

Nick looked from one to the other in disbelief. "I am not handing over my cabin to a jumped-up rabbit!"

"Then where - ?"

"The spare sails," interrupted Nick, rubbing his forehead in thought. "We can use them to section off part of the gun deck. Will that be good enough?" He glared at Honey.

"I suppose," she consented. "Have you gotten any further with the map?"

"We have a heading," replied Nick. "I hate to admit it, but the bunny's been useful in that respect." He grinned excitedly. "We're actually gonna do it. We're gonna find Captain Maul's treasure."

Finnick snorted. "Say that to me again when we actually find the damn thing. Maybe I'll believe it."

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Eyyyy I was tagged by @dogtracksjacks so ty for that, gaybag

1: Are you named after someone?

Yes! My first name, Hannah, is the name of my late grandmother. My middle name, Jean/Jeanette is my Nan’s name.

2: When was the last time you cried?  

 I’m a huge crybaby and cry at anything remotely threatening, but the last time I cried was...Saturday I think? Basically, I had a dream that my dog died and I woke up in tears bc I love my little old lady.

3: Do you like your handwriting?

Ehhh, not really, other people say they like it but I think it’s just messy. I find that it looks a lot better when I write with pen or when I’m using my tablet to write.

4: What is your favorite lunch meat?

This is a weird one :/  What counts as a lunch meat?? Does tuna count? If so, then probably tuna.

5: Do you have kids?

 Not atm. My mother seems to think that I’ll never want any kids but to be honest, I’m not sure. When Ninja Brian posts videos of Audrey I think that having kids would be a super good time and stuff but then I see other videos of kids being pieces of shit and I’m put off by the idea. But I wouldn’t rule it out, you know??

6: If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

 Well, I try to be a nice person, I wouldn’t say I’m particularly difficult to get along with so I think I would.

7: Do you use sarcasm?

 Mate, at this point I can’t even tell if I’m being serious or being sarcastic anymore.

8: Do you still have your tonsils?

 Despite the fact that I’ve had tonsillitis like 3 times, I still have them. (btw tonsillitis medicine is so gross, it tastes like eating orange peels >~< )

9: Would you bungee jump?

 Eh why not? YOLO, I’ve already done cliff jumping which is basically bungee jumping without the bungee.

10: What is your favorite kind of cereal?

 I don’t really eat cereal that much anymore, but I do like Country Crisp which is basically just cereal clusters that taste super good and some dried up strawberries that rehydrate in the milk. Side note: Is it weird that I like cereal but not milk? I just kind of tip the milk off my spoon...

11: Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

 If I can, usually. My Vans are normally pretty easy to kick off but with my converse it’s always a little harder so I have to untie them instead.

12: Do you think you’re a strong person?

 Physically not really. I mean, I can have bursts of adrenaline where I suddenly become pretty strong for a little while but mostly I’m pretty squishy and bruise if someone so much as touches me with slight force.

 Mentally, again, not really. If someone raises their voice or w/e I get upset pretty easily and I can sometimes get upset if people say nice things to me too? I’m just a big ol’ crybaby

13: What is your favourite ice cream? Ever, ever?

Oh FUCK this is a hard one. It’s definitely something Ben & Jerry’s but it’s so hard to decide. I really love their chocolate flavours and like my sister I usually have Phish Food, but I’m really fond of Cookie Dough and Chocolate fudge brownie, so I usually just have a double or triple scoop so I can just have a bit of everything and not have to choose a favourite.

14: What is the first thing you notice about people?

 Hmm, I don’t really know, probably something really obvious like the shape of their face of how tall they are compared to me or whatever, but I don’t really remember what I notice first. 

15: What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself?

 Ok where do I start? I don’t really like my posture because I sort of slouch but my neck leans forward a bit and I look pretty weird (Or maybe it’s nothing and I’m an idiot), I don’t like the way my school uniform looks on me, the shirts are always too baggy and make me look bigger than I am and idk I just hate the way I look in school in general. I wish I didn’t have so many spots, despite the fact that I use spot cream twice a day and uugghhh idk I’m just not really happy with my appearance most of the time.

16: What color pants and shoes are you wearing now?

 Blue with pink and white tartan Pyjama bottoms

17: What are you listening to right now?

  I’m not sure if this really counts, but I’m watching brutalmoose’s video on Shadow the Hedgehog

18: If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

 Hmm, maybe a shade of blue or green? Teal?? Turquoise maybe??? (are turquoise crayons a thing?)

19: Favorite smell?

  I like weird smells like burning wood, petrol and the smell of DIY stores? Freshly cut grass is another good one and I guess it’s kind of natural for people to like the smell of their own houses?

20: Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

 My grandfather probs, when I was asking him to come and pick me up from drama class.

21: Favorite sport to watch?

 Ehh, I’m not really a sports person, but I do like watching videos of all different kinds of martial arts? I just like the way their bodies move and stuff

22: Hair color?

 Naturally my hair is a dark blonde/ almost brown? But right now I’ve dyed it white ^0^

23: Eye color?

 They started off bright blue but as the years have gone on they’ve kind of turned a sort of green?

24: Do you wear contacts?

 nnnnnope

25: Favorite food to eat?

 Fucking cheesecake lad. Love that shit

26: Scary movies or comedy?

  I’ve gotten more into scary movies lately but unfortunately most horror films these days are pretty shitty. I do like a good comedy though, but it’s got to be...y’know, actually funny and not something really half-assed.

27: Last movie you watched?

Errm, I’m not to sure... I think it might have been the Tempest in school?

28: What color of shirt are you wearing?

 Confession time, it’s a white shirt with the Union jack on it and a picture of England from Hetalia. I used to really love Hetalia but I’ve sort of lost interest over the years, any shirts I own from things that I’m not really interested in anymore turn into pyjamas basically.

29: Summer or winter?

Summer probs, it’s nice and warm and I don’t feel as bad for staying up all night.

  30: Hugs or kisses?

Don’t get enough of either to really form an opinion?

31: What book are you currently reading?

Does the Highway Code count? I’m learning to drive so that book is kind of a necessity

32: Who do you miss right now?

Nobody fam

33: What is on your mouse pad?

Don’t have one fam

34: What is the last TV program you watched?

 I’m super into Samurai Jack atm, I’m just rewatching all the episodes from my childhood to refresh my memory for when season 5 comes out. Hype!!!

35: What is the best sound?

  Yeah, I gotta agree with my sister on this one, ps1 start up sound is orgasmic. Basically anything from the ps1 sounds fresh af. I really like the theme song from the first Tomb Raider game, I love how lonely and mysterious it sounds and hearing it always takes me back to when I was a little kid watching my dad play Tomb Raider in the living room.

36: Rolling stones or The Beatles

 Beatles for sure. Despite them being way before my time, my parents had a copy of the Yellow Submarine movie on VHS which we would watch pretty much all the time (even though the imagery kinda gave me nightmares) so that sort of sparked my love for them and it’s probably why Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band is my favourite album of theirs (plus some songs from Revolver).

37: What is the furthest you have ever traveled?

 We went to Spain when I was about 6-ish (give or take), but we’re planning on organising some kind of road trip around the USA for the future so that’ll be fun.

38: Do you have a special talent?

 Err, I guess drawing is one?? Although I’m not amazing at it. I supposed singing and acting and whatever is kind of another one???? Idk man, what counts as a “special” talent??

Anybody can do this if they want but I guess I’ll tag @spongeson and @kritz-blitzwitz since I can’t think of anymore off the top of my head, do it if you want to, ignore it if you don’t, it doesn’t matter