#prancer anon

[jmvore]

i hope you've enjoyed the holiday season in your own way and that reveal time will likely be happening by the time you get this. i have an idea of what kind of gift i want to make, but i wanted to get a feel of what you like.

since you mentioned you liked watching horror movies during this time, i was thinking of creating something that's a mixture of both. what's your opinion on the nightmare before christmas?

your secret santa,

prancer

i love nightmare before christmas! my best friend is a huge fan nd when she left I made her a Jack Skellington cake. Literally one of my favorite cakes that I made when I used to work as a decorator. I'm more of a Jack, Oogie Boogi and Zero fan than anyone else though.

And it's going decent. Just getting off of being sick but I'm feeling a little bit better. Working while being sick sucks though.

I hope your holidays have been going better! I know in the beginning you said it wasn't <33

[mintythecup]

You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous cockroach of all

Hisser the red-winged cockroach Had some very shiny wings And if you ever saw him You would even say he flew

All of the other roaches Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Hisser Join in any cockroach games

Then one soggy Christmas Eve Anon came to say Hisser, with your wings so bright Won't you lead my way tonight?

Then how the roaches loved him As they scurried around with glee Hisser the red-winged cockroach You'll go down in history!!!!!!!!!!

I GIGGLED,

[vivid-ventures]

Hello!! I’m vivi, a new trainer starting my journey through unova! My goal is to take on the champion and see everything the region has to offer while i’m at it! I’m also trying to make new friends, and i made this rotomblr account to do that and to keep a journey log of sorts

I’m 15, my pronouns are she/her, and i’m from nacrene city! I love grass types and know a lot about regular plants too

Oh, please don’t send me any pictures of poison-type pokemon or try to make me interact with posts about them. I might reblog stuff about the grass dual types, but they’re still on kinda thin ice with me 😅

right now, i just have my partner pokemon, prancer the sawsbuck! i’ve had him for years already and he’s pretty protective of me, hehe. i’ll get more pokemon as i travel, but for now, it’s just me and him!

ooc:

likes and follows come from @marlows-pkmnirl <3

vivi used to have a blog @vivid-mandrake, but that is now my hub blog, and i’m restarting vivi’s story here, since i didn’t like what i did with her before

pelipper mail and mystery gift are enabled, but i reserve the right to deny anything

magic anons are off! this probably won’t change for this blog!

any blogs are welcome to interact! vivi might ask some sort of prying questions if you’re ‘unusual’ (faller, hybrid, sapient pokemon, etc) but that’s the worst she’ll do!

[marlows-pkmnirl]

//currently inactive. may get changed to a pkmnirl hub

hi, i’m vivi!! i’m a new trainer on my journey through unova, and i’m using this account to make new friends and keep track of my adventures!

i’m 15, my pronouns are she/her, and i’m from nacrene city. my journey started on 1/10/24! <3

here’s my trainer card!

andddd here’s an old picture of me and my starter! (this is the only way i could get it to format right)

now, the most important part… my team!

prancer - sawsbuck - he/him

adamant, alert to sounds

my starter! he’s a breed-standard sawsbuck except that he has blue eyes. i got him when i was 8, and he was a sort of ‘bodyguard’ for me. that has turned into some overprotectiveness, but we’re working on that! he prefers being out of his pokeball (i haven’t figured out exactly why) so we pretty much always go places together

salami sandwich - krokorok - she/her

hardy, loves to eat

100% breed standard krokorok. either salami or sandwich, i use them pretty interchangeably. we met at the desert resort when she snatched my sandwich straight out of my hand. she and prancer had some hostility issues, but they’ve been mostly resolved. she’s extremely food motivated, and will eat (or try to eat) anything you put in front of her mouth.

twiggy - emolga - he/him

rash, highly curious

breed standard emolga, except for a white-tipped tail, and my most energetic pokemon by far. he’s also very social, and loves forcing my other pokemon to play with him lmao. he’s especially fond of prancer, hitching rides on his antlers all the time, and is a terrible influence on pepper

pepper - eevee - she/her

naughty, somewhat vain

a shiny eevee crossbred with shinx, she likely came from a shiny mill situation. she has narcolepsy and some immune issues, and hatched on 2/9/24. loves stealing/hiding my stuff and getting brushed. she really enjoys playing with twiggy and being poorly influenced by him

and.. hm.. i’m not sure if it counts, but my rotom phone is named buzz. sometimes it posts, but it only uses emojis to communicate

//OTHER BLOGS

@fenneky-fox eebydeeby irl, fennekin sleeby

@warrior-wandering cursed chosen

//ooc info!

mod uses they/them pronouns <3

i’m not a minor but vivi is. the most nsfw this blog will get is biology class or maybe a dirty joke here and there

pelipper mail is on! magic anons are off!

pretty much anybody, including sapient pokemon, can interact, but vivi will assume they’re just role playing. she will go with the ‘bit’ though

everything is low stakes, cause i don’t have time for that sort of stress in my life

my canon is a mix between anime and the games, with some real world biology thrown in there (so in other words, i’m making shit up as i go)

also in my canon legendaries are rare and most don’t have any reason to interact with humans. mythicals are more likely to interact with humans but still rare

i love and encourage nosy people. ask vivi (or me) anything (that’s appropriate)

you can send an ask from literally any ask game ive reblogged as long as you also include the question! i have them all in #ask games

i’ll add more when i think of it ^-^

[roomatewells]

You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous cockroach of all

Hisser the red-winged cockroach Had some very shiny wings And if you ever saw him You could even say he flew

All of the other roaches Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Hisser Join in any cockroach games

Then one soggy Christmas Eve Anon came to say Hisser, with your wings so bright Won't you stay with me tonight?

Then how the roaches loved him As they scurried around with glee Hisser the red-winged cockroach You'll go down in history!!!!!!!!!!!!

What is this? Why have we resorted to singing christmas carols about red-winged cockroaches? What does this even mean?

...I'm not even going to question it anymore. It's incredibly sad to admit that I'm used to these kind of asks by now.

[standard-human]

You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous cockroach of all

Hisser the red-winged cockroach Had some very shiny wings And if you ever saw him You would even say he flew

All of the other roaches Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Hisser Join in any cockroach games

Then one soggy Christmas Eve Anon came to say Hisser, with your wings so bright Won't you lead my way tonight?

Then how the roaches loved him As they scurried around with glee Hisser the red-winged cockroach You'll go down in history!!!!!😋

idk if youre the evil anon, but either way, youve given me an excuse to infodump about cockroaches!!

-they can live for a month without food

-they can go two weeks without water

-they can live for a week without their heads

-they can run up to 3 mph

-they can hold their breath for 40 minutes

-they can regrow their legs

-the american cockroach like alcohol (usually beer)

-they can reproduce asexually (not always, but sometimes)

-they have emotions and personalities!!!

-theyre smarter than mice

-they care for their babies

-they operate under a democratic social order

-the hissing cockroach actually makes a great pet!!!

thank you for the chance anon, i think roaches are really cool and sharing fun facts is my way of interacting with people

[thezfc]

"Hopefully there was some networking going on [...]Tom could have bounced back from this. Instead he went into hiding and never truly came back."

I would love so much to contradict you, anon, but sadly this is just like it is. After Loki S2 I thought, now is the time for him to bounce back. He has a 'wife', a son, the family he always wanted, he got an impressive end for Loki's story, he must be happy, ready to let go of the past and even more ready to go forward to new things. But nothing... I see a guy who by now isn't only rewearing the same jumpers, jeans and suits all the time, but who also retells the same stories, repeats the same 'choreographies' at public appearances -whether alone or clinging to his fiancee's hand- and has no news of himself to tell, because it is all too private or whatever for him. Why would you cast such a man for a coming project? Because he used to be stylish and hot and is Loki, or once upon a time played Hamlet? I fear that's not how it works. I don't really like Hemsworth too much, but as a matter of fact, he has 'sold' more stories lately than Tom. And as a fan of Tom it truly is not easy to hang on. In the end he'll only have these weird fans who live for nothing but him looking lovingly at his other half. Who by the way seems to have more stories to tell at the moment. And whether one likes her outfits or not, she is out there telling the public -even if it's only tiny bits of information- about things the fans like to hear about, like becoming a mum or her relationship with the Tom Hiddleston, formerly known as dancer, prancer, loon. I miss him.

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[7hefear]

You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous cockroach of all

Hisser the red-winged cockroach Had some very shiny wings And if you ever saw him You would even say he flew

All of the other roaches Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Hisser Join in any cockroach games

Then one soggy Christmas Eve Anon came to say Hisser, with your wings so bright Won't you lead my way tonight?

Then how the roaches loved him As they scurried around with glee Hisser the red-winged cockroach You'll go down in history

thanks (eats them)

[rottenkadaver]

You know Dasher and Dancer And Prancer and Vixen Comet and Cupid And Donner and Blitzen But do you recall The most famous cockroach of all

Hisser the red-winged cockroach Had some very shiny wings And if you ever saw him You would even say he flew

All of the other roaches Used to laugh and call him names They never let poor Hisser Join in any cockroach games

Then one soggy Christmas Eve Anon came to say Hisser, with your wings so bright Won't you lead my way tonight?

Then how the roaches loved him As they scurried around with glee Hisser the red-winged cockroach You'll go down in history

cock-roach

[gladiolidiaries]

found their blog and scrolled down a little looks like they changed interests and are pretty ia but maybe dnf posts are still there bc i found this https://www.tumblr.com/tayprancer/711477086611800064/anon-youre-on-prancers-blog-that-formerly-mainly

interesting thanks

[brightlytae]

I'd love some! I'm always on the look out for minjoon. I like to craft too but it's more embroidery or coloring books because it helps me after stressful days. There's something calming about just making loops or coloring a pretty thing (which btw I found a BTS coloring book on Amazon and I'm definitely getting it next pay check. I have one for mermaids, another one for gothic art, and fairy tales so far) It just feels nice lol -Prancer

Here are a few i’ve really enjoyed! They are quite popular so you may have read them though! let me know 😊 

Amor Fati 

Namjoon returns home from graduate school for winter break to discover that the family business is in trouble. Torn between pursuing his own goals and helping to preserve his parents' legacy, Namjoon has to figure out what's really important to him.

  This story is the definition of the word tender? like lmao I don’t even know if that sounds weird but seriously the minjoon friendship in this is so sweet I read it on a flight home recently and had to try not to lose my shit on the plane like 50000 times

But I Want it Anyway

Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.

  IN LOVE WITH THIS.

Up in the Air 

Park Jimin loves his job as a flight attendant for Asiana Airlines – most of the time, at least. His latest segment gets off to an inauspicious start when he has to yell at the jerk in 1C who won’t put his laptop away. He’s not going to let that bring him down to earth, though – not when tickets for JK’s finale concert in Seoul finally go on sale tomorrow. The prospect of seeing his idol in person again is enough to get Jimin through anything – even entitled first-class passengers with bad attitudes and far-too-charming dimples. 

Wish We’d Fall in Love

“Yeah?” Namjoon asks. “What is it, Jiminie. Tell me what you need,” he says, and all of that thick complication from earlier bubbles to the surface, enough for Jimin to finally understand what it is.Want. Longing. Something desperate.All of it festering inside Jimin.“Namjoon,” Jimin whispers, winding his arms around Namjoon’s neck. “Kiss me like you love me.��* 

Or, Jimin just wanted to know how Namjoon fucks—but ends up uncovering more Actual Feelings than he knows what to do with.

Seasons After Spring

Sometimes friends kind of, sort of, fall in love. And sometimes it's kind of, sort of, so much harder and stranger than it ought to be balancing fame and art and being an idol with just being people who might want to kiss each other. 

  Im currently reading this and haven’t gotten very far yet but its really enjoyable so far! I don’t normally read aus that are canon compliant but it is really good! 

And ooooh thats so awesome! I was actually thinking of starting either embroidery or knitting in the new year because I find both so awesome and just such a nice hobby to have! but ah yes i totally get that about colouring like whenever i draw, i find so much serenity in getting to colour! 

[jmvore]

now that i think about it, i don't think i've watched any scream films. I might have seen the first and fourth in bits and pieces, but not in full. I enjoy the chucky films from the original child's play up to seed of chucky (i haven't watched the most recent films or the tv series).

i'm actually drinking hot chocolate right now in my favorite mug! i decided to put the marshmallows i was talking about in them. they're shaped like stars and come in four flavors: vanilla, strawberry, banana, and raspberry.

i put three vanilla and two banana in it since those were the ones i thought would taste the best with the chocolate.

your secret santa,

prancer

they're those types of films where you have to turn your brain off but I love them so much. they're so fun, especially the latest ones. it sucks that Jenna Ortega and Melissa Barrera won't be back for seven.

i haven't watched the remake or the TV show but I heard the show is good. it's on my list of shows to watch that won't get to lol.

and I had some last night! but those sound so cute. I have a thing for the galaxy. moon, stars, planets, etc i love it so much. but yeah at least they're flavored. the strawberry would probably be good with the chocolate as well.

[sideblogformindtrash]

CB & Sideblog’s Christmas Special

We proudly present you... a CB ( @cowboy-anon​ ) and Sideblog’s Christmas Special!

Chapter 1, The Great Tree

Masterlist - Next Chapter 

Cw: Multiple whumpees; hybrid whumpees; slavery/forced labor; fantasy whump; cold whump; exhaustion; hunting; animal attack (dogs); enviormental whump; broken nose; mentioned: shock; domestic whump; impaling; starvation; stress position;

“Work your stupid shits” Santa said to the elves, smacking the whip on the air to startle them. He didn’t hit them though, not when they were working to lower the giant ornament into the wagon Vixen was pulling, tied up by chains and leather. Upon close inspection, he realized this one was the set up for Blitzen and Donners torment: a crystal ball, the insides reinforced by a wire structure, the center what looked like a coil “Careful with this one. It’s special, one of my best creations”

He swallowed the knot on his throat. Back in the day, Santa would spend his days creating toys. His entire life was to bring joy to kids all over the world, and in his spare time, he designed new ornaments and decorations for the season.

Not anymore. The office wasn’t clean anymore, it was piled to the roof with papers and ideas and blueprints, each of them showing horrors worse than the last. Pretty, still, but designed to torment and torture. Santa said there was no point in making toys, anymore. Kids only cared about their ‘damn phones’ and ‘stupid brand toys of movies’. So, he made something that would make him happy.

If Vixen had a place to speak, he’d say Santa should go on the naughty list. 

Of course, it wasn’t his place to decide that, anyway. He dragged the wagon across the fluff snow, towards the Great Tree.

The pine was colossal, ancient, residing over the pole for as long as Santa had. Decorating it was always stressful, but back in the good old days, it was a job they carried with pride, the silence of winter cut by hundreds of voices breaking into joyful songs, and finally turning the lights on announced the beginning of Christmas Season, with all of them feasting together and celebrating, the tree towering over them like a giant lighthouse, bright against the darkest of nights. 

Today, like the other days of the week, there was only eerie silence, as everyone kept to themselves, trying to save their strength and just be done with it as soon as possible.

Well, silent except for…

“...SEVEN SWANS A-SWIMMING, SIX GEESE A-LAYING, FIVE GOLDEN RINGS…” Rudolph passed through him, with the brightest smile on his face as he pushed his wagon “FOUR CALLING BIRDS, THREE FRENCH HENS, TWO TURTLE DOVES, AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE���

Vixen didn’t even had it in him to roll his eyes anymore. Rudolph was a poor thing, and maybe… Maybe he was right. He seemed to suffer less than the others, clinging to his delusions, still thinking everything was fine, that Mrs.Claus would be back soon, that the Christmas Spirit was alive, that they were still a family. 

He ignored the blood dripping down his nose. It was always prone to bleeding, earning him the ‘Rednosed Reindeer’ title. Was a bit dark, but overall harmless joke back in the day, and sometimes, Rudolph would pick up a clown nose from the pile of toys and walk around telling jokes. Nowadays, he didn’t even need the clown nose anymore, he got slapped and punched so often he always had a red smudge of blood across his face.

He crossed Cupid, as well. He was looking fearfully at the tree. Cupid was terrified of heights, but the fact that he was Santa’s favorite meant he would be sitting on the very top of the tree, tied in some ungodly position for hours or days. 

It also meant he got to sleep inside most days, eat more, and do domestic chores and help in the office instead of working outside. Some of the others were pissed about this and despised Cupid, especially Prancer. Vixen didn’t hold any grudge, in fact, he was just fucking glad it wasn’t him. He’d rather be hunted any day than have to deal with the constant gaze of Santa over him. So much so he stopped to hold Cupid’s shoulder for a second, the pretty reindeer boy giving a soft smile. He was so desperate for any affection that didn’t come from Santa, that he almost teared up, holding Vixen’s hand for a moment.

Then, they got back moving, pulling their wagons with the ornaments to the platform where the elves would secure them, and use a series of levers to hoist them up and put them on the branches of the trees.

He took a moment to breathe as the elves unloaded his wagon. That thing was fucking heavy. He was worn out before his hunt even begun, from pulling those things all day. He knew he wouldn’t escape, anyway… But he needed to put on a good hunt, or there would be hell to pay.

This was the last week of the year on which Santa could freely hurt them, as he needed everyone in shape for the Gift Giving day. The weeks that preceded it, despite being insanely stressful, meant no lasting punishments, and warm clothes, and enough food. Even Dancer and Prancer got to eat freely during this time of year, and the both of them would gain some weight, stuffing themselves as much as they could knowing they’d go back to sharing one portion of food as soon as the holiday ended.

It also meant that they would pay for every moment of rest later, Santa being more cruel than ever on the first month of the year.

Another wagon stopped beside him. Comet stopped beside him. He used to be beautiful, once, Santa’s right hand with his star-like fur, the guardian and leader of the small pack of Santa’s reindeers. Now he was curled over the weight of his sorrow, eyes deep in purple circles, sunken on his face and lightless. It was sad to see him on this state, truly defeated, and even more to know he had been suffering longer than everyone else.

Comet sighed, resting as they unloaded his wagon, and reached a trembling hand to touch Vixen’s shoulder, a sad, concerned expression. 

“Good luck on the hunt” And he leaned forward, whispering in conspiratory tone “...Don’t hesitate. If you get a chance to leave, please for the Spirit of Christmas, runaway, and never turn back… please”

“Yeah. I’ll go, if I have a chance” He whispered back, holding his hand gently, keeping it on his shoulder a little longer “But he makes sure there is never a chance”

“I… know” Comet replies. The elves hit the back of Vixen’s wagon, and that’s his sign to return to the factory to get the next decoration, before they get accused of slacking off.  At least it is easier when it’s empty. He knows the others get back pains and twitch muscles from doing it for so long, but he will be let off soon. 

His heartbeat goes fast as he approaches the huge factory building, passing under the fairy lights that decorated the gray walls. Santa is still screaming and shouting at the elves, but he stops and smiles when he sees Vixen return.

Alright.

It 's time.

He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not flinch as Santa approaches, touching and cradling his hair. He can smell him, and the scent is danger. Time freezes, his jaw clenched, the cold air is not enough.

“Vixen, my dear fox” Santa touches him, unbuckling him from the wagon, letting the chains and letter stripes fall on the floor, taking a moment to hold his jaw, just staring into Vixen’s wide eyes, while his body tenses so much it hurts “...One hour. Run”

“...One hour. Go”

And time begins to move again as Vixen runs out the factory, tracing the white snow. Other reindeers and elves turn to watch him go with tired eyes. The first few times? They cheered, hoping he could escape. Right now, this was a pitiful mockery. They knew Vixen wouldn’t make it. He’d be brought back, screaming and kicking, dragged through the snow behind Santa’s sled.

-

...He heard a gunshot, in the distance. He could barely believe an hour had passed already, Santa beginning the hunt with his sled and the awful dogs. The hounds would be on his heels very, very soon. He needed to do something to make this entertaining for Claus, and maybe if he managed to do it well enough, Santa would be in a good mood, and go easy on his brothers.

Was the best he could hope for, anyway. He was an easy target, despite his experience from running over and over, his bright orange fur made him a very obvious spot on the wintery landscape. And of course, he was a hybrid reindeer, so the cold wasn’t so bad - he was made for it, with hooves firming him even in slippery ice - but the weather eventually started to wear him down.

Especially after this next step. The river was a good landmark, meaning he was already far. Enough that now, only the tip of the colossal tree was visible. But crossing it was tricky.

He bristled his fur, as he made his way into the freezing water of the river. It always brought him some time, weakening his scent to the dogs, but it came with a cost. For the most part his fur kept him dry and safe, but the water was treacherous, and even his hooves weren’t a guarantee of a safe cross, against the current.

He still had to try. This hunt was important, his safety and his brother’s were important, so he slowly started to move on the icy river.

The dogs howled, a little closer. He felt cold, unable to tell if from the wind that blew or sheer fear. He needed to run, move faster, go faster, but it was dangerous right now, he little rocks on the edge of the river offering little support.

Alas, he reached the other margin, panting, he climbed the little hill, unable to stop panting. It had been an hour of non-stop moving and running, right after a couple more pulling wagons with the huge ornaments. He was exhausted, but stopping wasn’t an option for his panicked mind. Not that he thought he’d run very far. 

The howls again, even closer. He needed to move. 

After the river, there are more trees, which Vixen is always grateful for. They shield him a bit more, hiding his awful color in their dark branches, covered in snow. Once, he decided to climb and hide on one of them, thinking he disguised his smell well enough, only to have Santa shoot him with a harpoon-like weapon, and drag him back home through it.

He darts in between them, ignoring his screaming muscles, his exhaustion, the pouding in his head. He keeps on running, playing the rigged game.

..

Santa catches him after three hours of the start of the hunt. He can’t keep running, yet he tries, as the dogs gnaw at his ankle, carving sharp teeth on his legs. He whimpers, falling over the snow, trying to claw away from them, to no avail.

“Enough-” Santa’s voice echoes once he tires of the pathetic display, and the dogs stop their vicious attack. He gets out of his sled, kicks Vixen stomach “Found you my little fox”

He doesn’t know what to answer, so he doesn’t, as Santa picks up a rope and ties him up, dragging him behind the sled.

The way back is torturous, his fur being dragged in such a way snow gets in betweem them, runing their insulation, and Vixen starts to freeze, feeling wet and disgusting. Not to mention the many cuts he gets all over his body, each time he meets a little stone or a sharp piece of ice or even fallen branches.

He doesn’t complain. He wouldn’t dare. At least, he did well. Santa was smiling. He doesn’t look at the tree, his face illuminated by the Christmas lights as Santa’s sled goes under it. He is carried inside the stable, left to rest on the piles of hay. RIght now, even if they are uncomfortable, they just feel like heaven.

“It was a good hunt” Santa grants him. 

Vixen smiles. He is too tired to fix his own wounds, and his brothers won’t be sleeping here today, so he curls up tight and small under the pile of hay, and passes out.

TAGLIST: @kim-poce​ @as-a-matter-of-whump​

[mossdeepmedium]

Prancer, my ludicolo, loves Hoenn punk rock for whatever reason, it’s gotten to a point where i made an entire playlist for him that mainly consists of Hoenn punk rock, Johto punk rock, Hip Hop and Screamo- blueberry the swampert anon

Your Ludicolo and I have similar taste in music, minus the screamo

[intimidatingpuffinstudios]

I didn’t realize refusing the soul stone meant dying. Maybe because it was 3:30am. Poor Straasa. Poor Prancer (my mule). Poor me I’m so full of adrenaline from the worst ending I can’t sleep haha! Btw, what happens to the stone when you refuse?

JHSGFKAJSKGJGSAD

I’M SO SORRY, ANON. Getting that ending at 3.30 am, oh God XD No wonder you couldn’t sleep, just O O F. And Straasa’s route is one of the most heartbreaking in this ending too...

As for your question... The Stone goes back to sleep, waiting for the next suitable wielder to arrive...

[evil march tune starts playing in the background]

[prometheanglory]

Heyo Vy, hope you've been doing good! If it's alright today, could you possibly do 10 fun facts abt one of the Stagrove boys~ please? :< - Anon

let’s roll with cordell

his fondness for bells is actually derived from the tin cans attached to the leg snare in bambi ! it’s meant to alert the hunting dogs, but in cordell’s case it’s because he likes them (and it helps stagrove members keep track of him when he goes wandering)

cordell’s most notable skill within stagrove is actually his climbing ability (and more importantly, grip strength). even without his unique magic, his ability to remain steadily attached to, say, a rope in extreme weather conditions is pretty impressive.

his ‘fondness’ for frogs isn’t really born out of an active favoritism but... he does like to watch how they move. he doesn’t have favorites. he just likes to catch and study.

cordell’s favorite food being ham and jam sandwiches is actually a combination of his grandfather and his grandmother’s go-to ‘easy snacks for cordell’. his pawpaw makes him a ham sandwich, his mawmaw makes him a jam sandwich. he likes his ham best with strawberry jam. his second favorite food is butterscotch candies.

cordell isn’t allowed to have caffeine or many sodas, as per a request from his grandparents, but he doesn’t like sodas much anyway. he likes water and sometimes he likes juice. he doesn’t seem to enjoy tea much at all.

cordell’s worst class is animal communications, oddly enough. he doesn’t speak a lot and even in a class as specialized to cordell’s interests as this — cordell still doesn’t particularly want to speak. he’s not bad at the class, but his refusal to actively participate does impede things. his teachers don’t really know what to make of it.

his favorite teacher is mozus trein and it is entirely because he’s elderly. cordell likes to be near old people. old people say lots of things. cordell likes to listen. he particularly likes to listen to his lectures and follow him around when he can ! he isn’t the most vocally appreciative student but you know. it’s there.

cordell’s thought process is always hard to follow, even in a written sense because he makes certain jumps in logic without really... ever elaborating or bothering to go back and elaborate until someone points it out. one moment he’s writing about maple leaf coloration and the next he’s talking about crayon production waste.

cordell isn’t a very good sprinter. he doesn’t really like to move fast for extended amounts of time, even if it is for chasing animals. he’s more of a... prancer. a walker. a slight speed walk.

if i had to immediately assign cordell an actual ‘accent’ then i’d probably say... maybe an arkansas accent? his manner of speaking didn’t really pick up the more ‘masculine’ version of the dialect so he definitely talks more like his grandma and his mom.