#Ma otter

[gifs-of-puppets]

Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas (1977)

[ng5132]

Muppet Fanarts Part 1

[animatronicdoozer]

I’m going to force my family to whatch emmet otters jug band Christmas this December hehehe

[thewizardofschnoz]

Merry Christmas <3

[countesspetofi]

Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas "Outtakes"

Since it’s getting to be Jug Band Christmas season, it’s time to dust off the traditional outtakes from Emmet Otter’s Jug Band Christmas.

I always lose it at, “All she needs is a bottle of ripple!” and “Win a few, lose a few, right, drum?”

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @primtheamazing, @beatrice-otter, @qwertynerd97, and LadyLeocadia, who all picked the same WIP; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

Ma and Pa take her and Kal to a quaint little brick building and lead them inside. It's full of things Kara can't identify, but also racks and racks of clothes and dishware and furniture. She's briefly bewildered by the place, unsure if it's just a very unusual tailor shop or . . . what, exactly. Then she realizes–Smoll-Veel is a Laborer settlement, so this is probably just a clothing shop. She's never been to one before–the House of El always uses tailors–but Laborers must wear through their clothes much faster and need replacements for those clothes much faster, so of course they wouldn't always have time to wait for a tailor, when they just need to get back to work. And Laborers' work clothes must be much plainer than most tailors would be interested in making anyway, really. No demonstration of skill or fashion or anything similar. Nothing to really interest a real Artisan.

Ma guides Kara through the oddly-arranged racks of clothing and starts taking different items off them, and Pa disappears somewhere else when Kara is distracted by a particularly soft and pretty dress that Ma holds up to her. It worries her for a moment, for no good reason. Like he's just vanished from the universe and won't ever come back; like he's just dust and ash and dead and gone–

Kara forces herself not to think about it and smiles at Ma, who smiles back. Kal burbles and tries to stick his whole fist in his mouth, and Ma laughs fondly at the sight. Kara wants to cry. Instead she presses a kiss to his hair and holds him just a tiny, tiny bit tighter. He giggles and smacks her in the face with his spit-sticky hand.

She needs to take care of him. Needs to protect him. Needs to keep him safe.

He's the only thing she has left to keep safe.

The only thing she has left at all, except for their smashed-up ships and the clothes she came here wearing and the blanket he's all wrapped up in.

Kara tries not to think too much, and smiles at another pretty dress as Ma holds it up too. Ma picks out a few more things–a skirt or two, a pair of pants made of the same sturdy blue material as the jacket Kara's wearing, some strange tops with very short sleeves–and it's all soft and unstructured and very peculiar-looking, to be honest, but it seems to please Ma to pick them out with her and also beggars really can't be choosers.

And Kara does think the dresses are pretty.

Pa comes back with his arms full of–toys, maybe? They look like toys. Kara blinks in confusion. Why is he . . .

Pa holds up one of the toys, a soft little thing that looks a bit like a dog and is even white and floppy-eared like Krypto was, and offers it to Kal. His little face lights up in unabashed delight as he reaches for it, and Kara nearly cries.

Kal squishes the toy in a hug and then starts chewing on one of those floppy ears. Kara nearly cries again.

Ma and Pa really are just that kind, she thinks. Feeding them and giving her clothes is already so much, but they didn't need to offer Kal a toy. That's . . .

They didn't need to do that.

Or any of this.

Ma makes an approving sound; Pa looks pleased. Kal coos happily at his toy.

Kara keeps not crying, but it's getting harder and harder to manage.

She can't possibly repay them for this. They must know that. How could she? She's not from this planet; she doesn't speak its language or know anything about it. She can try to be another "Kent" for them, maybe, but that's all she could possibly do: basic Laborer work, not even anything specialized. Certainly nothing with any real experience necessary to it.

And even if she did, it'd be more so she could take care of Kal than to repay them anyway, so . . .

She doesn't understand why they're being so kind.

Ma takes the pile of clothes and leads the way to a little row of curtained doors off to the side of the shop. Kara isn't sure, for a moment, but thinks–are they fitting rooms, maybe? Though there aren't any tailors in them, when she peeks into the one Ma is hanging up all those clothes in. She can only assume she's just supposed to try them on and see if they fit. Which seems like a time-consuming process, really, but is admittedly much less time-consuming than a tailor making a full wardrobe's worth of custom pieces from scratch.

Kara takes Kal into the fitting room with her and tries on the clothes while he plays with his new toy, and she can mostly breathe as long as she keeps an eye on him. She probably should've left him outside with Ma and Pa instead of having him sit on the floor in here while she goes through all the clothes one by one, but with the curtain drawn she wouldn't have been able to see him and then . . .

She exhales. Tries on another skirt. It's pretty. Soft and shapeless, but with interesting pleats in it and a bright blue and yellow pattern.

She thinks her mother would've liked it, and then tries not to think.

She's been trying not to think a lot, at this point.

Kal is so little. So small and defenseless and she's not even come of age, technically, she's only–

Well, no, Kara realizes. She must be sixteen by now. After the sleep-stasis in the ship on the way here . . .

She swallows. Reaches for another skirt to try on. It's pink.

She's sixteen, and her parents are dead.

She's sixteen and her parents have been dead.

And so are Kal’s, and she's the only thing he has in the universe.

Kal giggles. Baps her leg with his soft toy and makes a playful growling sound.

Kara buries her face in the skirt and sobs in silence, all hitched breaths and messy, painful tears.

She wants her mom.

[iam-lnt]

for some reason "ma meilleure ennemie" sounds better than directly translating it into "my better enemy" idk why; and "je t'aime je te quitte" is such a fucking vibeeeee

[spacedykez]

man. i hate society sometimes. i wish i wasn't afraid of waking up one day to a friend's suicide note

[givemegifs]

[heylinfanclub]

Pink Pony Club on repeat got me WANNA DANCE LIKE ITS THE CLUB but alas. I am at the fair convention center CHILLIN. Head bobs and doodles it is.

I did ballet as a kid. Unitards aren’t half bad. In a way. Very Gender to me. Sure it outlines my bod, a bod I frequently find fault in, but it’s kinda more of an Embrace when I hear this song. Like a Drag Outfit. Obviously I’d make it More Awesome with time. (Gotta SERVE ya know?) plus idk. The longer I’m on T, the more I feel secure in my body’s shape and (AND FUZZ). I’m like a NB microbear.

[idkfitememate]

little thought came into mine!

what if Otter!creator and Boar!creator meet each other?

Both of them will just be look at each and then nod, as if their understand each others exprience or or bonding with each other, I mean this is a other person! other person in your era/world, would anyone be wasting this? hell no, so yeah, Even tho theres two creators, mean doubles chaos and mischief, and their besties now. (Their kinda like Sun and Moon duo)

Otter anon🦦

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader & GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 433

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff, crack

‘Damn Fontaine is nice.’

That was the only thing on the boars mind. Completely oblivious to the people rushing away from their painted form.

Just walking around… eating some flowers… drinking from fountains… having a good day.

Naturally this random boar in the city was causing some problems for the people, especially since the melusine and meka seemingly refused to attack or get rid of it at least.

Unfortunately, Furina and Neuvillette were the only ones available, and they didn’t want to leave their ˈbābē behind… so off they went.

“This is work unfit for a god!” “Of course.” “Why are there no guards on duty able to take care of this issue?” “I am unsure, Lady Furina.” “This is ridiculous.” “It is.” “I’m so sorry you are forced to see this, ma raison d’être.” “As am I, ma raison de vivre.”

This small back and forth banter continued until they reached the boar, which was sitting on its haunches watching Coppelia & Coppelius spin gracefully across the floor.

“Aha! There you are you scoundrel! How dare you desecrate the peace of my beautiful nation!” As Furina continued to rant on and on, Neuvillette noticed that the boar only stared at their darling otter.

And they continued to stare at them.

‘How come you got to be pampered!?’ - Boar

‘Cause I’m fucking adorable, look at me!~’ - Otter

‘That is such bullshit man…’ - Boar

‘Well, nice to know we’re not alone?’ - Otter

‘…. Yeah. It is.’ - Boar

‘ :3 ‘ - Otter

‘ :) ‘ - Boar

The otter jumped off their place from Neuvillette’s shoulder - causing both Sovereign and Archon to jump and make noises of shock - and ran to the boar, both nuzzling each other.

‘Yo you gotta leave tho cuz their gonna kill you’ - Otter

‘… I’m not shocked, talk to you later?’ - Boar

‘Hell yeah! Bye bye!’ - Otter

‘Bye dude!’ - Boar

After a couple of seconds of staring, the boar shook off their hilichurl mask and pushed it towards the shiny otter. Doing the same, the otter took off their hat and placed it on the painted boar’s head. The boar snorted before pressing their snout to the otters head, causing a giggle like chitter to erupt from their throat. The boar then wandered off, walking towards an exit from the city.

The otter picked up the mask and wandered back to a gobsmacked Neuvillette and Furina. Quickly being picked up by the dragon, both hydro users looked at each other as the otter snuggled in his grip with the mask.

“What… just happened?” “I am… unsure, Lady Furina.”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note :

Boar!Creator 🤝 Otter!Creator

Chaos is the only true form of affection

They visit on weekends, and parents share custody. On weekends both are in Mond under Vento’s care and during the week they’re in Fontaine under Furina’s care. ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

[gifs-of-puppets]

Happy First Day of Winter!

[atoriid]

Plushie or your Lover?

-drabble-

summary: your giant Leisurely otter plushie has arrived…Neuvillette is not impressed

incl.: established relationship, pet names, crack, fluff, unspecified gender for reader, 5ft tall otter plushie, jealousy jealousy, unspecified time stamp

pairing/s: Neuvillette x gn!reader

warning/s: none

note: got bored and I thought why not?

For as long as you remember, your partner, Neuvillette, has always reminded you of cute little sea otters…er well not that Neuvillette was particularly small; on the contrary he’s tall. And so it was only fitting when you impulsively purchased a sea otter plushie you choose the largest option there is.

Once Neuvillete caught wind of this; he was, unsurprisingly, not pleased with such purchase. It also does not add to the fact that this seemingly absurd plushie is now  comfortably tucked in your side of the bed.

“Dear…must you keep that thing beside you even in bed?” The said thing is currently being cuddled by you instead of your very much jealous lover.

With a serious tone you answered, “Why yes and for your information this thing is named Monsieur Vivi; he demands respect and cuddles.”

Neuvillette face palmed, what? It even has a name?!  “And I demand your constant attention and cuddles” 

As you connected the dots, a sly smirk crawled onto your lips. You pulled the plush closer. “Oh but I have Monsieur Vivi to spoil.”

“Ma chérie, hand it over.” Neuvillette’s eyes narrowed, gaze filled with jealousy as he grabbed the poor otter’s arm. You immediately tighten your hold unwilling to surrender.

“Nooo” You tried your hardest to win this game of tug, but none can win against a very jealous Neuvillette. With one powerful tug, he finally managed to toss it away. “Noooo, Darling dearest whyyyyy!”

You tried to slip out of the duvet, but Neuvillette had a good reflex and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back to lay down. 

You turned to look at him, eyes glazed with unshed tears. “Mon amour…why did you do that to my plushie?”

Neuvillette scoffed, “Why settle for a mere plush when here I am right in front of you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. So cute~

“If I really must…” You cuddled up to him nuzzling your face onto his neck. “I shall give all my attention and cuddles to you~”

“Good.” He said as he kissed your hair, shifting positions to get more comfortable.

“And yes, Monsieur Vivi is a permanent resident in this household.”

“Darling dearest-”

“No buts”

“I-”

“You cannot sweet talk your way this time, waterboy~”

With his quick thinking, he swiftly pushed you and mustered every bit of cuteness inside him, channelling it into his lavender eyes.

“No!” 

word count: 398

☆masterlist☆

[ju-nebugg]

a complete (and ever-evolving) list of the many titles of mr. henley whispers

because Henry Shields is a genius and all of this deserves to be documented

Henley Whispers

aka the Turbulent Wind

aka the Storm Before the Calm

aka Lithe Spirit

aka Lord of the Prance

aka Bowfingerer

aka the Bark Knight

aka Work Hard Fae Hard

aka Coyote Handsome

aka Tree Weird

aka the Gorse Whisperer

aka the Arrow-ma Therapist

aka Aragorn-al Activity

aka Quiver Phoenix

aka Jack of All Trades, Master of All Trades

aka Tree Willy

aka Dave Fern

aka Soft-Core Faun-ography

aka Forest Whitaker

aka Notorious Tree-IG

aka Mr. Yumnus

aka Ranger Danger

aka Lust of Wind

aka Parry Hotter

aka Pollen Farrell

aka The Wood, The Bard and the Smugly

aka the Longest Bard

aka Daft Skunk

aka Brodo Swaggins

aka Dismay in a Ranger

aka Harriet Shrubman

aka Jeffrey Archer

aka Fen Diagram

aka Look Who’s Tolkien

aka Fennel May Care

aka the Grass Samurai

aka Chloro-Phil Spector

aka Woody Allen

aka Thelonius Trunk

aka the Moss Adjuster

aka See No Weevil

aka the Branch Manager

aka the Flower of Hotland

the ✨ rhymes ✨:

human ranger, damage dealer, story weaver, owl deceiver

human ranger, goblin killer, pale ale swiller, dream journal filler

human ranger, rabble rouser, full of heart, devoid of trouser

human ranger, hidden stranger, friend of danger, dark avenger

human ranger, expert juggler, against the chains which bind us struggler

human ranger, loot stringer, shameless swinger, on da funk bringer

human ranger, check bouncer, espresso mispronouncer 

human ranger, rule flouter, truth spouter, earthworm doubter

human ranger, poker player, that which others won’t say sayer

human ranger, trendsetter, otter petter, in-joke getter

human ranger, blame dodger, advertising for a lodger

human ranger, cheeky chancer, always-on-the-off-beat dancer

human ranger, truth spinner, under-7s judo winner

human ranger, time waster, different brands of water taster

human ranger, hog roaster, subtle boaster, party ghoster 

human ranger, crystal healer, your-layers-like-an-onion peeler

human ranger, hell raiser, into-the-abyss gazer

human ranger, lithe linguist, sensual astrologist

human ranger, bugbear wrestler, established-societal-norm questioner

human ranger, tune hummer, every-known-fear overcomer

human ranger, knowledge gleaner, has the grass that’s always greener

human ranger, deer consumer, vole beguiler, badger groomer

human ranger, havoc wreaker, noted after dinner speaker

human ranger, cattle roper, inter-species interloper

human ranger, prey pouncer, fearless fighter, local counselor

deer stalker, fox glover, the one you’re with lover

black run skier, caged bird freer, the-change-you-want-to-see-in-the-world be-er

human ranger, eldritch blaster, surreptitious podcaster

human ranger, villain injurer, power broker, serial milliner

human ranger, wild reaver, what-a-tangled-web-we-weaver

human ranger, seed sower, flower goer, the-distance goer

human ranger, head turner, butter churner, bridge burner

human ranger, shameless liar, rule defier, hair dyer

human ranger, misbehav-er, always-against-the-grain shaver

human ranger, beast enrager, strong orator, up-upstager

human ranger, owlbear slayer, soothsayer, the-field player

human ranger, quick-quip punner, villain stunner, long-con runner

human ranger, heedless cur, own-job-interview saboteur

human ranger, of-wind guster, no-one truster, goat buster

human ranger, slightly odd, wistful, winsome beetle god

human ranger, well-worn traveler, yarn spinner, peascods gatherer

human ranger, daring dazzler, risk taker, mystery raveler

TRUE FACTS ABOUT HENLEY:

he believes that any bird singing in the forest is doing it specifically for him (and birds don’t sing when he’s not there)

he trims his pubic hair into the word “shazam”

he keeps a dream journal (but if he has a nightmare, he ignores it and makes up something nice)

he writes really bad poetry (short, broken sentences, “rupi kaur style”)

he’s been using Ghoul’s Gruel as anti-aging cream (it doesn’t work)

his spirit animal is himself

he pronounces espresso like “ethpretho”

he has a bad feeling about worms in general

he howls at the moon

he pretends to understand all inside jokes

he’s very concerned about the mortgage repayments on his house

he always dances on the off beat in order to stand out in the club

he’s the reigning champion of the under-7s judo competition in his local area

he can tell the difference between brands of water (and he has very strong opinions about them)

he leaves parties without telling people and then comes back in disguise to talk about the fact that he left

he uses healing crystals

he gazes into the abyss until it gazes back because he wants the attention

he uses “sensual astrology” to try and seduce people

he has every known fear (the exposure therapy backfired)

he shaves (against the grain) with a sword (your hair doesn’t grow in hell. he does it anyway.)

he always has the greenest grass (he steals any grass he sees that’s greener than his own)

he runs a grooming business for badgers (“what does he get in return from the badgers?” “…friends”)

he’s an accomplished after-dinner speaker

he tried to hibernate with badgers and they kicked him out

he majored in drawing in sand with sticks

he’s a bed wetter

he always bets all in when playing poker

he is a leading member of the “pithy council” (it’s just him and a ferret getting together to recite pithy sayings)

he will love the one YOU’RE with (aka sleep with your wife)

when someone asks him a difficult question, he turns and runs

he thinks he’s been leaving episodes of a podcast called “whispers on the air” in various rocks and twigs on their journey, but he doesn’t have the spell for it so he’s just been talking to inanimate objects

he has an unhealthy obsession with hats

he sleeps in a web

he invented a kind of long distance running called long distance fleeing (26 miles = safety)

he burns every bridge he crosses

henley (a natural blonde) dyes his hair blonde (his natural hair color) so people will think he has grays because he’s older and more mature than he really is

he must always be upstaging someone

he has an inexplicable hatred of goats and, similarly, an inexplicable love of sea turtles

he has been acting as the god for a family of beetles (he can give you seed)

[nervocat]

can you write a lil scenario of neuvi with a (gn) partner who loves to play with his hair :3 no pressure ofc, have a great day :)

★ 📝 — notes: Hi hi dumbi!! I've actually been thinking about doing something like this for a bit. I hope you like how this turned out, I like how this turned out honestly. And I added my own flare to the request so I hope that's OK with you ^^

       — word count: 476 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none , translations: ma chérie - my dear, something close, or dear, to someone — ✦

                     " Playing with his hair "

     You and Neuvillette were both lucky to be home, it not being a common thing with Neuvillettes work, and Neuvillette had just got done with washing his hair.

     You were sitting on the bed, waiting for him, and when he came out, you had an idea. “Hey Neuvi?” You call, standing up from the bed. Neuvillette immediately looks over to you, towel and hand while wearing a light blue robe.

     “Yes?”

     “Can I do your hair for you?”

     Your statement confused Neuvillette slightly, obvious by an eyebrow quirk. “Why would you want to do that, ma chérie?” he inquires, turning his body towards you. You smile as you walk over to him.

     “Why not? I've always wanted to play with your hair or do it for you,” you explain. “Besides, were going to bed soon anyways.”

      Neuvillette thinks for a moment, glancing away before sighing and looking back at you, his draconic lilac and silver eyes shining in the moonlight coming through the window. “I don't see why not, just be careful of my blue strands,” he says as he walks over to sit on the bed, his hair still dripping water slightly due to how thick it was.

     You nod as you go to grab a towel to dry it as well as his brush. You knew he liked it because it brushes his thick hair with minimal struggle or pain. It had a slightly worn otter sticker on the back, making you smile.

     You immediately start to dry and brush his hair when you come back, sitting behind him on the bed. There was a small damp spot on the sheets from his hair, but nobody would be hindered by it, so it's fine.

     The brush easily combed through his hair, only catching on a few snarls here and there. You were careful of the blue strands of hair like he asked, it seemed he already dealt with them on his own time.

     You were soon done with brushing his hair and you were now just running your fingers through it, feeling how soft it already was despite being wet still from being washed. Neuvillette took notice that you were done brushing his hair so he looked back, curious as to what you were doing.

     “What are you doing? I thought you just wanted to brush my hair?" he says.

     “I'm just playing with your hair, is it bothering you?” You ask, pausing your movements. Neuvillette thinks for a moment before he shakes his head and looks back in front of him.

     He eventually (reluctantly) got up to get dressed and out of his robe. Neuvillette came back to go to bed with you as you continued to play with his hair. He reminds himself to let you do this more often, he likes the feeling of your fingers in his hair. ☆

🐾 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ ✒

[smilesession]

Hey man I've been watching some Wicked and Dune recently, what kind of movies do you like?

Nice I like The Heart of the World, Basket Case, Threads, Altered States, Der Himmel über Berlin, Das Weisse Band, Сталк��р, Psychedelic Glue-Sniffin' Hillbillies, Julien Donkey-Boy, Badlands, The Killing of a Sacred Deer, Guyana Tragedy: the Story of Jim Jones, Streets of Fire, Bicycle Thieves, Koyaanisqatsi, Possession, McCabe & Mrs. Miller, The Saddest Music in the World, Fehérlófia, Gothic, The Dark Backward, No No Nooky T.V., Tetsuo the Iron Man, Janet Planet, Dead Man, Septien, They Eat Scum, Possibly in Michigan, Face Like a Frog, Multiple Maniacs, Slacker, Caché, Melancholia, Down by Law, Black Christmas, The Florida Project, The Deer Hunter, Soylent Green, Bar-B-Que Movie, Sweetie, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, Paris Texas, Night on Earth, mother!, Brain Damage, Иди и смотри, Asteroid City, Barnyard, Shredder Orpheus, Reality 86'd, Carnival of Souls, Tales from the Quadead Zone, Old, We're All Going to the World's Fair, Scorpio Rising, Gummo, Waiting for Guffman, Grey Gardens, American Movie, The Devil and Daniel Johnston, The Maestro: King of the Cowboy Artists, Trash Humpers, Turtle Dreams, Perfect Lives, Begotten, À ma sœur!, The Beaver Trilogy, Stranger than Paradise, The Holy Mountain, The Eyes of My Mother, I'm Thinking of Ending Things, Kinds of Kindness, The Piano, The Lighthouse, House, Frailty, Hated, Phantom of the Paradise, Cry-Baby, Popeye, Jeanne Dielman 23 quai du Commerce 1080 Bruxelles, Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, Cruel Story of Youth, Hiroshima mon Amour, Last Year at Marienbad, Memorias del subdesarrollo, Easy Rider, Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans, Pink Flamingos, Κυνόδοντας, Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Hands on a Hard Body, PlayTime, Female Trouble, The Lovely Bones, My Dinner with Andre, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, π, Scanners,