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[leenfiend]

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[thelastspeecher]

McGucket (Alien) Abduction

Look this was bound to happen at some point. I was gonna have to have a version of my alien abduction AUs but a McGucket or two was the one to get abducted. So. Here it is. We've been talking about it a lot on the Discord, and the muse has been hitting me with the ole frying pan of inspiration a fair amount, so I have a LOT that I can post. Eventually. First, an intro to the AU. Enjoy.

(Also, I'd normally put this at the end, but wanna show it off, so here's some art @elishevart made of the alien Stan and Ford!)

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              Shermie grumbled to himself at the insistent, loud knocking.  When he finally reached the front door and opened it, he found himself face-to-face with the last person he expected.

              “Stan?” he said, astounded.

              “Uh, yeah,” said his missing younger brother.

              “What- you- no one’s heard from you in years!” Shermie stammered.  Stan’s ears drooped slightly.

              “It’s a long story,” he mumbled.  Shermie looked past Stan at the two figures standing awkwardly behind him.  His jaw dropped.

              “I’m assuming that long story will explain the two humans you brought with you?” he said.  Stan looked over his shoulder at the humans.

              “Yeah.”

              “Where did you find them?  A poaching ship?” Shermie joked.  Stan’s ears drooped further.  “You-”  Shermie kneaded his forehead.  “What were you doing on a poaching ship?”

              “The same thing they were doing there.”

              “You were poached?” Shermie whispered.  Stan’s ears fell the rest of the way.  “Stan-”

              “Look, can we come inside?” Stan interrupted.  “These two don’t have the right shoes for the glass sand.”

              “You didn’t get them boots yet?” Shermie asked.

              “The store that sells them upped their security,” Stan said under his breath.  Shermie shook his head.  He turned his attention to the humans.

              “Please, come in,” he said as warmly as possible.  Stan stood to the side, allowing the humans to enter the house.  The female human, short and golden-haired, merely smiled shyly at Shermie as she entered, but the male spoke for the two of them.

              “Thank you fer helpin’ us,” he said, the translator he was wearing giving his voice a strange drawl. His eyes were weary behind his reading glasses, his sand-colored hair deflated and dirty. “We’ve been through the wringer.”

              “It’s no problem,” Shermie said firmly. “No poachers can get anywhere near this planet. You’ll be safe here.” The human’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Your names?”

“The guy is Fiddleford, the gal is Banjolina,” Stan provided. At her name, the female human, who had been closely inspecting a wall hanging, turned.

              “Uh, Banjolina’s my full first name, but I prefer to go by Angie,” she said softly. Her voice had a similar twang to Fiddleford’s. Shermie looked back and forth between the two humans, picking up on shared features. Namely, on the same long, thin nose.

              “They’re brother and sister,” Stan said, answering the question Shermie was about to ask.

              “Got it.” Shermie smiled at the siblings. “Sit down. I’ll get you a drink while Stan explains everything to me.”

              “My sister has been havin’ some issues with food and drink,” Fiddleford said. Angie crossed her arms and looked away, her cheeks turning red. “She had somethin’ what made her feel woozy on the way here. Water would probably be best fer her.”

              “Understood. And you?”

              “Honestly, some alcohol would be nice,” Fiddleford said wistfully. Shermie chuckled.

              “I think I have something that should hit the spot. Stan?”

              Stan followed Shermie into the kitchen while the humans sat on a seat in the living room. The female seemed agitated, initiating a fierce but hushed conversation with her brother. Shermie grabbed two cups from a cabinet and turned to face Stan.

              “All right. Talk,” he said firmly. Stan sighed. His tail swished, an idle movement he’d tended towards even as a kit.

              “I went off to explore the galaxy after Pops essentially kicked me out,” he said. “Got by fine, mostly. But a month ago I got picked up by a poacher.”

              “Were you hiding your species?” Shermie asked pointedly. Stan glared at him. “If you posed as something else-”

              “Those two aren’t our species, but they got picked up,” Stan argued, gesturing towards the humans. Shermie sighed. It was pointless to try to get Stan to understand reducing risk.

              “Fine. Continue.”

              “Anyways. A couple days, maybe a week after I got nabbed, these two were taken from Earth. I already had my escape plan ready, and since they were the only others that got poached, I brought them with me. I figured we could come here, where there aren’t any poachers, and wait for the heat to die down a bit. Once the poacher gives up on looking for them, I’ll take them back to Earth.”

              “I see.” Shermie looked at the humans again. Their voices were getting louder, their gestures more animated. “The three of you can stay, of course. But you have to help out.” Stan grunted. “There are three kits here that constantly get underfoot, and a fourth is on the way.” Stan’s ears pricked up.

              “You and Amelia are having a fourth?” he asked.

              “We’ll have as many as we can.”

              “Yeah...” Stan sighed. “I’ve gotta find myself a mate soon if I want my own kits.” Shermie laughed. He flicked Stan’s ear.

              “You’re young, you have plenty of time! Now, let’s get these humans their drinks and help them settle in before the kits wake up from their nap.”

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              Shermie watched the humans out of the corner of his eye.  When they all sat down to have dinner, Angie had immediately looked disgusted at what was on her plate, though she tried to hide it.  Thankfully, she ate most of the food fine.  It was just the main protein that she was now pushing around with an upset expression.

              “Don’t be so picky in front of our hosts,” Fiddleford whispered to his sister.  “Eat it.  You need the nutrients.”  Angie glared at him.

              “Who was it what was sayin’ earlier how I’ve been havin’ reactions to every other thing I eat?” she snapped.  Fiddleford rubbed his forehead wearily.  “It don’t feel safe.”

              “It is,” Amelia, Shermie’s mate, put in.  She was cutting up the food of their second kit.  “I made sure to find things that humans could eat without any problems.”

              “See?” Fiddleford said pointedly.  “All those times ya had a reaction, well, it was prob’ly ‘cause the food weren’t safe fer us.”

              “You were fine when you ate it,” Angie retorted.  Fiddleford sighed.  Shermie smiled at him.

              “Let me guess.  You’re the older one?” he asked.  Fiddleford nodded.  “Being a good older brother gets difficult once your younger siblings reach adulthood.”  Shermie nodded at Stan, who had finished dinner early and was now playing in the nearby living room with the oldest kit.  “That one never listens to me.”

              “It’s ‘cause listening to you never does anything for me,” Stan shouted.  Shermie rolled his eyes.  The kit pounced on him.  Stan collapsed to the floor in a faux defeat.  The kit looked over at those still at the dinner table.

              “Can I play with the humans?” he squeaked eagerly.  The humans hesitated.  The kits had swarmed them the second they met, fascinated by a species rarely seen in this corner of the galaxy.  Arguably, they had been allowed to get a little too rough with their guests, as evidenced by the bandages now on Fiddleford and Angie.

              Angie looked down at her mostly full plate, then back at Stan and the kit.  After a moment, she sighed and stood up.

              “Anything to get out of finishin’ this,” she muttered.  She went into the living room, making the kit squeal with delight.  The other two kits made as though they were about to join their brother, but Shermie and Amelia quickly held them in their chairs.

              “I’m sorry fer her behavior,” Fiddleford said softly to Shermie and Amelia.  “Normally, she’s a much more gracious guest.”

              “The two of you have been through a lot,” Amelia said gently.  “Your planet hasn’t even had contact with anyone outside your solar system, has it?”  Fiddleford shook his head.

              “Not that I know of.  We didn’t know aliens were real until we got scooped up by that poacher.”

              “I was going to ask you about that,” Shermie said.  “What exactly happened?”

              “Angie and I were takin’ an evenin’ walk ‘round our family’s farm with m’ pal, Ford.  We were hopin’ to spot a meteor shower what was s’pposed to happen that night,” Fiddleford said.  He pulled Angie’s plate over and began to cut up what was left on it.  “Out of nowhere, there’s this bright light.  Ford jumped out of the way ‘fore it could hit him, but Angie and I, well, we got it head-on.  Then I blinked and we were in a spaceship.”  Fiddleford put a piece of the protein in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.  “We spent a few days there, terrified, until Stan found us while he was escapin’.”

              “I’m assuming he had a translator,” Amelia said.  Fiddleford shook his head.

              “No.  We had no idea what he was sayin’ and he had no idea what we were sayin’.  But I’ve always considered m’self a good judge of character.  And I reckon the principle of stayin’ put when yer lost don’t count when you’ve been kidnapped.  So’s I grabbed Angie’s hand, told her we were goin’ to see if this furry feller could help us out, and we left.  Once we were on Stan’s ship, he dug out an old translator so’s we could talk.”  Fiddleford chuckled softly.  “Made him sound like a robot.”

              “Oh, yes, those older versions are still used in some places,” Amelia said.  “But I’m glad that he eventually got some newer ones for the two of you.”

              “Did he tell you his plan?” Shermie asked.

              “That we would stay here until the poacher stops lookin’ fer us?  Yes.”  Fiddleford’s brow creased in worry.  “Do ya think it’s a bad one?”

              “No, I think it’s good.  But I might wind up reaching out to some people, see if we can get you a more formal, protected escort back to Earth.  Poached persons have the right to return to their home planets with protection.”

              “Really?” Fiddleford said, seeming interested.  Shermie and Amelia nodded.  “Well, any help we can get in goin’ home safe, we’ll take it.  We just finished the spring semester, but we’d both like to be back ‘fore the fall one gets started.  We’re in college and-”

              “Ouch!” Angie yelped.  Shermie, Amelia, and Fiddleford looked over.  Angie quickly clamped her hand over the fresh bite mark on her forearm, which was already bleeding.

              “You humans have soft skin,” Stan remarked.  Angie scowled at him.

              “Stop antagonizing her and get the first aid kit,” Shermie called.  Stan groaned but got up.  Shermie looked back at Fiddleford.  “I’m starting to think that helping with the kits might not be a good idea for the two of you.”  Fiddleford smiled sheepishly.

              “I reckon yer right ‘bout that.  We’ll just have to pay our way doin’ somethin’ else.”

[praxidikegal]

So in this AU, where Snow decided to fight against the Capitol. How did that happen? What happened to him that had him go "Wait...maybe this isn't the way to go. We should leave for now."

I'm so sorry for not answering sooner.

You see, in this au the ending never happened, Coryo never lied and Lucy Gray accepted him yada yada they travelled and ended up in 13. When they were found they presented themselves to 13 as runaways (himself a trained peacekeeper assigned to district 12 from district 2) Though, they were relatively safe and stable and he was able to climb to power and took back what was "stolen" from his family, Coryo does not want to stay down there forever. He hates the lack of opulence, luxury and life. He also holds a grudge against the Capitol for his "downfall".

In 13, he holds a different name along with Lucy Gray and he wants his name back and his family name's old glory back and of course he wants to get back to Tigris and Grandma'am (tho, grandma'am croaked before they meet again). He hates that he is in hiding, he hates that he is hidden and as president there, He cares little about the people in 13 but Lucy Gray does so he does his best to make the place better for her and his kids (of course himself, he is ambitious and wants some kind of privilege no matter how small in 13) so he's in semi-in contact with the rebels and the Capitol themselves, exchanging goods with them and accepts refugees due to 13's little supplies and population. Then the pox outbreak happens and it was when his son, Orpheus Sage, almost died that he can no longer bear it and so he had 13 join the rebellion fully. After the war was won, he was elected as president of Panem (and all the things it entails) and moved his family to the Capitol.

I hope this sound coherent and not a bumbling mess

Aidoneus Thorne, president of district 13 A.K.A. Coriolanus I'm-only-nice-to-my-family-Snow.

[luneariann]

Sigh

[gentleraccoon]

"i can't put any more effort into being a daughter" -- tula, played by brennan lee mulligan

this hit something in my trans masc core

[lieutenantselnia]

Yesterday I've been doing some proper physical exercise for the first time since last year and I'm just imagining how proud my f/os would be of me🥹

[invinciblerodent]

guess how many times i had to reload for this boy^ (8 CHA, absolutely no proficiency) to successfully fail a DC 15 persuasion roll

(it was 4. I reloaded 4 times until he finally failed it.)

[magentagalaxies]

just checked on scott's website and he's doing three buddy cole shows in LA this week!! and next week bruce, scott, and kevin are going to be at san francisco sketchfest with "the music of kids in the hall"!

neither of these are technically part of scott's 2025 tour (that won't be until spring) and as a result i'm not involved in these shows and i know next to nothing about them (i literally only found out about the buddy cole shows from instagram, and not even my own instagram since i'm still not back on the app. i found out about it from my dad showing me on his instagram. thanks dad.) but i'm very intrigued by the concepts and excited to learn more!! unfortunately it doesn't look like there's a livestream option for either show but definitely check them out if you're in the area!

[steelthroat]

I was getting bored on the bus and I remembered "hey I haven't sketched anything with my fingers in a while huh..." (years) so I said why not and decided to sketch a quick self portrait and a study of my nose

[cage-cat-yt]

Y'all like my Tim Wright pills/lh

[didderd]

I usually have the problem of not knowing what to draw and not having the motivation to finish shit, but lately I'v had too much I want to draw, and I want to finish. everything. (I even started a small animation this morning.)

It's a good problem to have, but my wrist is yelling at me to take a break lol. (Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.)

[wyllzel]

crazy how wyllzel is literally canon 🥰🫶

[pikachu-deluxe]

tried to play some ctgp today but turns out i had to download 70+ updates bc i hadn't played it in years oops

[kingcervix]

It's 3 am and I'm nauseous and I don't have a date tomorrow but I also don't NOT have a date tomorrow. It's platonic..but it might not be by the end of.it. if I have anything to say about it

[punkiio]

A little funny to me that Vanni is 45 but the game wants V to be young sooo bad so he looks a little youthful in the game. And a bit skinnier than I imagine him being... Also funny when characters in the game acting like im 22 years old like sorry guys it's not true... Im a middle aged man I swear....! Still too young to be around when Silverhand was alive tho. You got me there !

[moralchampion]

I am lowkey worried about my luggage being too heavy for the flight back