#so i went to coop to steal some

[lyss-sketchbox]

Welcome to your daily dose of 'What kind of bullshittery that wriolette artist is on today?'

Specialties. So now you know you need to cook something roughly 700-800 times to get 100 specialties.

Now i wait for sigewinne :)

[hedgehog-moss]

Tiny chicken update: I've been taking her out of the coop at apéritif time to let her spend some supervised time with the older hens and it's been going well :) When they try to bother her she hops onto my lap, which she seems to perceive as a safe place. And she continues being very unfazed by Pandolf.

I felt encouraged by her growing temerity, and decided to provide her with some enrichment in the greenhouse today. There are two planter boxes at the back that are chaotic messes of overgrown lettuce, parsley, and rocket, bravely trying to survive amidst a jungle of weeds. I'm going to clear them out and plant courgettes and stuff now that it's spring, but I admit that this winter I just forgot about them. I had two beautiful Potemkin Planters at the front of the greenhouse, with well-cared-for lettuce and coriander that my guests could see and admire from outside, and no one needed to know about the Shame Planters at the back.

I thought a Lettuce Jungle would be a interesting environment for a tiny chicken to explore, and it didn't matter if she damaged any plants in there.

To make her journey more thought-provoking, I added a few Creatures.

I then decided to hold a Zhuazhou ceremony of sorts, like when a baby is given various items to choose from and the one they pick is supposed to predict their personality or future career.

I'm excited to learn more about this tiny chicken's true self! Will she pick the fox, or the monkey?

She seems to be drawn to the f—ah, no.

She picked the lettuce.

Future career: Chicken 🎊

Next, I decided to test her audacity. Will she be brave enough to steal a cherry tomato from the prongs of the blue glittery jackalope?

Fair enough. I brought her back to the first planter with the creatures she'd already met and seemed less freaked out by, and offered her one last, fairly easy test of intelligence: while she wasn't looking, I put some grain at the bottom of a small pot. Would she find it?

At first she mostly looked suspicious. (Which is a sign of intelligence.)

But then she figured out that there was food in there! I'm proud! 😊

And then, suddenly,

I thought the way she hid behind a tall lettuce to observe and evaluate the threat was really cute. And ingenious. But that was enough emotion for today, and besides, Morille was a completely unauthorised creature in my safe jungle simulation for tiny chickens, so I brought the hen back to the safety of the coop.

And then looking at all my photos made me feel ashamed of the anarchic state of my Back Planters so I (finally) started dealing with them—and while removing the soil to add a new layer of compost I found a large beetle larva. To avoid any accusations of favouritism I'd like to point out that I went to offer it to my other new hen, the one who's older and has been a bit neglected (in my posts) so far. She was delighted.

You can sort of see the larva in her beak here—she grabbed it and immediately ran like hell to avoid having to share it with anyone. Like a true chicken.

[dipperscavern]

i want to engage in flirty banter with robb stark so bad i can feel my scalp peeling from my skull like there’s a huge ass monkey unwrapping it like a banana OOO AH AH AH OO AH AH (monkey noises in case u were wondering why i broke out into song)

cuntlips42 do you know how real this is. it was so real i had to write this

robb stark x fem!reader

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you’d compare the current state of winterfell to a chicken coop when the butcher comes in wielding a blade.

the king and queen of the seven kingdoms are on their way, and nobody is spared from helping prepare to host them. the cooks are preparing a feast, lady stark is dealing with the castle, lord stark is dealing with the winter town, and all of you have been assigned different tasks. arya is helping set the mess hall, bran and rickon are with lord stark, sansa with lady stark — and you, jon, theon, and robb have been told to prepare the rooms they’ll be staying in.

you jumped at the opportunity to prepare a room for the king and queen, choosing jon to accompany you, leaving theon and robb stuck with preparing the rooms for the queens cousins. they’ll be arriving soon, meaning all of your focus is on your task at hand.

so, naturally, you’re distracted when a head of auburn hair appears in the doorway.

"Jon," robb says. "I was starting to wonder."

you and jon both share a quizzical look - you've been at this for all of ten minutes, all spent without robb. robb says your name, which makes both of your heads turn to him. "Y’can't steal Jon to capture my attention."

you catch on quickly, and your eyebrows raise in question. "Oh, I can't?" robb shakes his head, crossing his arms. "Most unladylike." "Can't I?" a servant sheepishly moves past robb to bring the furs lady stark requested be put in the room. you take it from her with a smile, moving to drape them across the bed. "He went willingly. Tell him, Jon." jon's long since opted to ignore your squabble, placing candles throughout the room. his head turns at the mention of his name, and he looks at you both with uncertainty, as if deciding who to side with. it seems you're in luck. "Aye."

"Traitor." robb accuses. you huff a laugh, dividing the furs into two piles. the queen and her ladies are southern through and through, and lady stark said their tolerance for the cold weather is lower than a babes. "Are you going to be of use, Robb, or have you come all this way simply to get my attention?"

he guffaws at this. "Simply?" "Sneaking away from Theon is no simple endeavor. It takes great talent." he speaks with utmost seriousness, as if the others are on your doorstep. "You needn’t go through such effort," you say. "I'm notoriously generous.”

“For my efforts, some might say I’m deserving of my ladies favor.”

you shoot him a look; one that almost makes his knees buckle, regardless of who’s company you’re in. “Who’s to say you don’t already have it?”

you and robb hold each others gaze as he tries to muster a response. seeking out your spotlight and then becoming smitten underneath it; the jokes write themselves. fortunately for robb, the silence is soon interrupted by another voice.

"Robb!"

you, jon, and robb are in sync as you turn — met with a wide eyed theon standing in the doorway. clearly, robb is not as skilled as he thinks. "You said Lady Stark summoned you."

"She did." robb is so sincere in his response, despite your confusion, you almost believe him. you get clarity when he turns pointedly to you. your cheeks heat furiously at the implication.

jons eyes are glued to you, waiting for your reaction as his smile turns upside down in his effort to keep it at bay. theons eyes dart between you and robb in mild confusion before something clicks into place, and somehow, his eyes get even wider. theon shakes his head in disbelief. "Grotesque…”

jon turns around as to not show the large grin on his face at theons use of words. more importantly, at the way he's never used such before, made clear by his inflection when saying it.

theon walks past robb, intentionally catching shoulders with him as he does so in some strange act of defiance. robb is quick to roll his eyes.

theon begins helping you and jon set up, which is appreciated, but with both him and robb here - that means there isnt anyone in the other room. the realization makes you sigh, knowing what must be done; sacrificing your fun for the sake of peace.

you pick up the other pile of furs, walking to robb as theon takes your place. "Come," you turn around, and make eye contact with both jon and theon. "Behave."

robb seems more than delighted at this outcome, smirking at both men as you walk past him. he walks at your side, leaning to take the furs from you.

"You're horrid." "And you're blushing, my lady."

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[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

No More Hiding

Summary: When accused of stealing chickens from Mr. Sherman’s farm, Steve brings Bucky to investigate but ends up learning more about his friend’s private life. 

Rating: Everyone

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 900+

A/N: Not Beta'd. Some fluff to counter the angst I posted earlier.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Rogers, get out here now!”

Steve stalked to the front door, jerking the handle with a huff. This wasn’t the first time someone complained about his pack. Most of the humans were against a pack of wolves living so close to their homes. While the humans bared their guns, Steve opted for peace.

“Mr. Sherman,” Steve greeted. “What can I do for you?”

The old man scowled. “A couple of my chickens are missing. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that now, would you?”

Steve frowned, crossing his arms across his chest. Mr. Sherman was an old farmer who lived a few miles down the road. A few chickens went missing here and there over the last month and each time Mr. Sherman paid Steve a visit.

“You should invest in a better chicken coop. I already told you; my pack has nothing to do with your chickens going missing.”

The old man took a large step in Steve’s direction, his finger crooked. “Don’t lie to me. I have proof. There’s prints the size of a wolf’s paw all over the coop.”

Steve was stunned. The first time Mr. Sherman complained, Steve called a pack meeting to settle the tension between the pack and farmer. Each of them swore up and down that they hadn’t stepped a foot onto Mr. Sherman’s property. Steve believed them. He had no reason not to. They had everything they needed.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ll show you and that brute who’s always stealing my game. If you don’t punish the thief, then I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

Steve nodded. “I didn’t find anything last time I checked. I’ll bring Bucky by the coop. He’s got the best nose in the pack. If anyone can find the culprit, it’s Bucky.”

Mr. Sherman didn’t spare a word as he turned his back on Steve. His footsteps echoed along the rickety porch steps.

It wasn't much later that Steve confirmed Mr. Sherman was right. The prints in the mud belonged to a wolf. The pack leader examined the paw prints as Bucky looked inside of the chicken coop. Every once in a while, Bucky’s nose would twitch but he never said anything. 

“Well?” Mr. Sherman snapped with his hand on his hips.

Steve pondered if a neighboring pack crossed into their territory. That would cause bigger issues.

Bucky brushed past Steve and the farmer on his way out of the chicken coop. “You’re wrong. Must have been a dog. Do any of your neighbors have one?” Bucky casually asked, his hands tucked into the pockets in his jeans.

Steve raised an eyebrow in Bucky’s direction.

Before Mr. Sherman could answer, Bucky headed into the woods separating the farmer’s land from the pack’s home. Steve apologized to Mr. Sherman, then chased after his friend. 

“You know who it is, don’t you, Buck.” Steve didn’t need a verbal confirmation. The way Bucky’s eyes focused like they did when he hunted, and his nostrils flared told Steve they were tracking someone. Keeping up with Bucky’s large steps, Steve questioned, “Is it one of ours?”

Bucky grunted, occasionally stopping to sniff a leaf or a branch. “Omega.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “How do you know?”

He made a sharp right, plowing branches in his path. “Smaller prints and sweeter scent.”

The prints made sense to Steve, but he hadn’t smelled anything. Steve hung back and observed the way Bucky stormed the woods like a mad man. That's when realization hit him. It was the only explanation for his best friend's behavior. Bucky Barnes found his omega.

When Steve finally caught up to Bucky, he tread carefully. It didn’t matter. Bucky’s scent alone was strong enough to draw the omega’s attention to the pair.

“Alpha?” The omega pushed herself into a sitting position on the porch. The cabin in the woods wasn’t the most luxurious house, but it was theirs.

Bucky dropped to his knees on the steps below his omega to be eye level with her, to be equal. “It’s me ‘mega.” Bucky muttered, his palm enveloping her cheek. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into his touch. The moment was short lived when Steve cleared his throat. Y/N’s startled eyes locked on Bucky’s. She knew about Bucky’s pack, but he never brought them around. He never brought her to them either. The couple basked in the idea of it being just the two of them for a while.

Bucky asked, “Someone’s been terrorizing poor Mr. Sherman. Stealing his chickens. Do you know anything about that?”

Y/N knew she’d been caught. She also knew which buttons to press to get her way with her alpha. She tucked her chin into her chest and stared back at Bucky with doe eyes. “Of course not, Bucky.” She batted her lashes. 

Containing his laughter, Bucky plucked a feather from Y/N’s hair. Pinching the feather between his fingers, he tossed it over his shoulder toward Steve. Bucky cupped Y/N’s cheeks planting a soft kiss to her lips.

Steve frowned, “She can’t keep stealing Mr. Sherman's chickens. You know if he finds out he’ll have the whole town after us.”

Bucky stood, holding his hand out to help Y/N to her feet. Turning his head to Steve he replied, “I’ll take responsibility for her. She’s my omega. I’ll take care of her.” Turning back to Y/N, he squeezed both of her hands. “Come on ‘mega, no more hiding. Time to take you home.”

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: you accidentally reveal to matt’s stream that you’re his s/o

warnings/notes: none (?)

requested?: yes

> > >

Matt had been huddled up in his room all day playing games with Nick and Chris. After being cooped up inside for the first half of the day, the boys had nothing to eat - so you kindly offered to bring them some takeout on your way there.

Chris eventually fled to the living room, bidding goodbye to the stream they began, and leaving Nick and Matt to continue playing in their respective rooms.

Unlocking the door to their apartment you were met with Chris’ excited yelps as he runs towards you. He practically steals the food from your arms and sprints to the kitchen.

“So much for a ‘hello, thank you for feeding me!’” you joke as you hold onto the drinks you bought them. Placing the cans onto the counter, you split the food and give Chris his share.

“Thank you for feeding me!” he yells behind him as he ran to sit on the couch. Rolling your eyes, you divided Nick, yours, and Matt’s food also. You take your shoes off and leave them in the hallway before walking to Chris and plopping onto the couch next to him. He was watching some American version of ‘Love Island’ that Nick recommended him.

Since it wasn’t of much interest to you, you get up to let him to eat his dinner in peace.

“I’m gonna go bring Matt’s food up - do you mind letting Nick know his is on the counter?” you said.

All you got was a mumble of agreement from him. Deciding that’s as good as you’re gonna get, you take the brown bag of food upstairs. What Chris had forgotten to mention was that Matt was on stream currently. With his camera on.

It’s not that the viewers didn’t know who you were, or that you hated being on camera. However, your relationship with Matt was kept away from the public eye - and you both wanted to keep it that way.

You knock on his door and wait for his response before walking in. He has his headphones on, clicking random buttons and yelling at Nick to heal him.

“I brought you food,” you say as you placed it on his bed, throwing his can of root beer next to it.

“You’re a Godsend, thank you,” he says, turning away from his computer to look at you.

“Hey,” he mumbles upon seeing you, cheeks tinted pink.

You were out of shot, but the viewers recognize your voice in an instant. The chat fills with people speculating why Matt was blushing so hard, and people commenting how cute it was that you bought him dinner.

All of this was completely unbeknownst to you, as you still thought he was just playing with his brother on call.

Matt rolls his chair over to grab his beverage and the bag of takeout. Walking away from him, you look around the room.

“If you’re not too busy can you help me look for my sweater? I think I left it here last night,” you say absentmindedly as you opened his closet.

At this, the comments went crazy.

Matt’s eyes widened. He looks at the screen, and then at you, and then at the chat. The comments were flying in at 120mph, with people typing in all caps.

Various messages were sent from: ‘I knew it!’ to ‘WHAT’ to complete and utter shock and chaos. Matt bursts out laughing as one in particular caught his eye - ‘MOM AND DAD’.

“What’s so funny?” you quip, raising your eyebrow, “you want your girlfriend to freeze to death?”

At this point there was no going back. No way in hell was there a way to cover that up.

Matt guilty looks up at you, gesturing to the screen.

“I’m live,” he says plainly.

“Oh.”

He holds his hand out to you and you take it, moving into the camera’s view. You wave.

“Hi guys!”

You look over at the chat and you’re surprised to see many supportive comments. ‘This is so cute’ - ‘Dying rn’ - ‘We knew’. Your face turns hot as you look down at your boyfriend, completely bewildered.

“I’m sorry I forgot to tell you,” Matt whispers.

You shake your head, kissing the top of his hair. “It’s okay, they were bound to find out soon enough.”

And with that, you say goodbye to the stream and sneak back downstairs to bring Nick his food; you knew Chris would forget to.

The rest of the stream was filled with Nick telling the comments to get over themselves, and Matt blushing each time your name was mentioned.

Maybe being public wouldn’t be so bad.

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[fawninthesnow]

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧': Pt. 1

𐙚 Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader 18+ 𐙚

Summary: You were raised on a farm near Hawkins, Indiana. In charge of the family farm, you are left home alone. One day, a peculiar young man stops by and needs a place to stay.

Warnings/contains: Rockstar Eddie au, farm girl au, breeding, smut, rough sex, oral sex (fem+male receiving), mentions of paganism, smoking, misuse of religion, knife play, mentions of blood, not proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: ~1.1k

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You glared at the man; arms crossed tightly over your chest. Your boots squelched in the mud as you scrutinized him from head to toe. "And what are you supposed to be? Some kinda demon?" Your denim shorts clung to your curves, fitting snugly at your hips. The frayed hem was hard to ignore, just like the well-worn shirt that bore the word 'Indiana.'

“No! For the third time, I’m here to buy from the farm!”

“Tsk, people like you go to grocery stores in the city…”

"I was born just a few miles from here; I'm also from Indiana." He muttered, "I've been coming here for weeks."

You stepped from him and continued to feed the geese. “Well, I’ve never seen ya. This is my family’s place.” The man looked about the fields and towards the barn and farmhouse, “You met with the farm hand before, I reckon?”

“I guess so. Guy named Evan.”

You squinted at him again before placing the feed bucket down. You placed your hands on your hips; a smirk on your lips. “How old are you?”

“I am twenty-nine.”

“What’s your name, Satanist?”

“My name’s Eddie. And I am not a satanist!”

“I don’t believe you, long hair. Ya know, Jesus says that long hair is a sin.”

“A sin?”

“Yeah. You’d look better if you’d clean yourself up. Go to church occasionally.”

He took off his jacket in the warmth of the open field, “I will gladly do that, Miss! I just need to buy a few things. Can you help me?”

“I hope you know, I’m gonna charge you extra for comin’ on this farm lookin’ that way. Yeah?” He grumbled again and followed you into the family farmhouse. “This is fresh produce from the morning. Meats in this freezer. Canned goods are in the cellar. Look around. And don’t steal nothin’! I got a few guns. Understand?!” He nodded as you offered him a crate to fill with food.

When he was done, he placed the full crate on the table. “How much for all this?”

He opened his wallet, and you peered in, “Seventy.” You put out your hand and he placed the money into your hand. “Now get out.”

“You know, you should leave customer interaction to your farmhand or your father!” He said as he left the house, descending the porch steps. “Have a good day, Miss!”

“Have a regular day, *Eddie*.” You said his name rather awkward.

As the sun set, you went to store produce in the cellar, wrapping peaches in cheese cloth. You carried a crate back upstairs and shut the cellar doors, making sure to lock it. Dusk began to settle as you changed out your boots for tennis shoes. “Hey?” You jumped back, flipping open a switchblade at the sound of the stranger. “Woah!”

You rolled your eyes. “Eddie. What do you want?” You asked as you put away your switchblade.

“I left my jacket here, I think. Have you seen it around? Black, leather?”

“Oh, your devil jacket?” You laughed,  “You can look around, I guess. I haven’t seen it.”

He smirked at the twang in your voice as you carried the empty food pails, a playful glint in his eyes. With a casual sweep of his gaze, he took in the bird pens and the cluttered chicken coops nearby, each one bustling with activity. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the farm, highlighting the vibrant colors of the various breeds clucking and flapping about.

After a half hour of searching, frustration began to etch itself on his features as he let out a deep groan, feeling rather defeated. His shoes were caked in mud, and the bottoms of his jeans splattered and heavy.

"Any luck?" you asked, leaning nonchalantly against a weathered post on the porch, arms crossed and a slight smile playing on your lips. You watched him as he raked a hand through his tousled hair, a mixture of determination and exasperation evident in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. T

“No.” He dusted his hands off, tucking his hands in his back pocket. “Alright, Miss.”

“It’s [Y/n].” You said back to him as he stood beneath you on the steps. “If I find it, I will hold it for ya, I guess.”

"I appreciate that." You said with a nod, watching as he turned and walked back to his van. With a slight hesitation, he climbed inside, presumably to check something under the hood or perhaps to gather his tools. After a few tense moments, he suddenly reappeared, frustration etched on his face. He strode over to the front of the van, kicked the tire with a forceful kick, and exclaimed, "Damn it. It won't start!" His voice carried a mix of anger and disbelief.

You leaned on one of the Spindles, “Need help? Not from me but…ehh.”

“My engine’s fucked.” You held your cheek and cringed, “Do you get tow trucks out here?”

“Only on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays.” You shrugged, and turned around, prepared to turn into the house.

“Thursday…” he whispered to himself before calling out to you, “Wait.” He ran towards the porch again, “Please, let me stay with you. Just for the night.”

“No, no, devil-worshippin’ sinner! You cannot lay under this roof.”

“Miss.” He sighed. “Just let me in. Who else is in here?”

“None. Of. Your. Business.”  

“I know nobody, but you are here today.” You rolled your eyes and went into the house, holding the door ajar. “[Y/n]. I’ll pay you.”

“I don’t give a cow’s ass. You’re a stranger.”

“Miss, I just got back from touring.”

You grumbled, placing your shoe out to stop him from coming inside, “Touring? What? Spreading your demonic rituals?”

“No, again. I make music.”

“If you’re so damn popular, you should have enough to fix that damn van. Hell! Buy a new one!”

He reached deep into his pocket, the fabric rustling as his fingers fumbled around for something. With a definitive motion, he pulled out a thick wad of cash, the bills crisp and neatly stacked. He held it out toward you, an urgent expression on his face. “Let me in,” he demanded, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

You couldn't take your gaze off the money, a mix of disbelief and temptation swirling within you. The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air. You bit your lip, a nervous habit surfacing as you considered the implications of his offer.

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[hxney-lemcn]

Not Allowed — Lorsan (AFK Journey/Arena) x gn! reader

summary: you met a strange wilder and found yourself falling for your fantasy. What seemed like a dream had become a distant memory, but Lorsan thought of it as anything but.

tw: uhhhh lovesick fools making stupid decisions

a/n: I kinda went off on this one. Ending kinda sucks, sorry.

wc: 2.7k

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It has been a fairly normal day for you. You woke up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before you made your way outside. It was a crisp autumn morning just like any other which helped you wake up slightly. You dragged yourself over to the chicken coop after picking up your basket. The hens were barely awake, all the easier to grab their eggs. After refilling their water and food, you put the eggs safely away in your kitchen. Then you made your way over to your dairy cows. The nice thing about cows was that you didn’t have to feed them, the bad part was giving them water. You started the horrendous trek of taking your metal bucket, going over to the water pump, filling the bucket, carrying it over to the water trough, and repeating the cycle. 

After all the animals were taken care of, you made your way back to your house to fully take care of yourself. I mean your animals were fed, time to feed yourself. The sun was shining brightly now, the sound of your animals filling the silence. It was a comforting atmosphere, something you wouldn’t trade for the world. You decided to cook a few of the eggs, after all, it's best to have them fresh and you had the freshest. It was when you made your way back to milk your cows had your day changed. 

“Oh boy!” You heard an energetic voice call out. “I wonder if there’s any food.” Fully opening your front door, you watched as a man with bunny ears looked around your farm. At first glance you did find him cute, but that doesn’t mean he can just go stealing your hard work. 

“Excuse me!” You called out, walking over to him. “Do you need food?” The man paused, quickly turning around, he looked as if you had caught him taking a cookie from the cookie jar.

“Oh, uhm, you see I’ve been traveling a great distance and I haven’t had much to eat,” He explained, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I didn’t mean any harm.”

The sheepish look on his face had quickly calmed you down, and you felt yourself sympathizing with him, “I can make you something if you’d like.”

“Really?” He asked, perking up. 

“Yeah,” You smiled back. “As long as I can get your name first.” You both introduced yourselves to each other, and you made him a salad at his request (thankfully you still had some lettuce and vegetables). As he ate, Lorsan, as you learned, had talked of his adventures and all he had learned. You, a mere farmer, were quite intrigued by his tales. You rarely left the farm as you sold your products to Rowan who would come to you. The only time you left was to go to the local village to buy items you were running low on once a week. So Lorsan’s tales were quite fascinating. 

“I have to finish my chores now,” You spoke up after Lorsan finished his food. 

“I can help,” He replied, ears twitching slightly. “To thank you for your kindness.”

“Do you know how to milk a cow?” You asked, head tilting to the side. 

“Well…no,” Lorsan responded sheepishly, then a bright smile took over his face. “But I’m a quick learner!”

“I don’t see why not,” You smiled back. His enthusiasm was contagious. You were quickly proven that you should not have trusted him so easily.

“Ah! Careful!” You exclaimed, quickly grasping Lorsan’s wrists to stop him from squeezing too hard. “You’re gonna hurt her if you squeeze like that. You gotta be firm but gentle. Like this.” You moved your hands to cover his and showed him the right amount of pressure. 

“I-I see,” Lorsan stuttered slightly, you missed the way his cheeks turned a light pink. He proceeded to follow your directions after you stepped back and you smiled proudly at how well he was doing now. You had to teach Lorsan how to do some basic chores, but with him by your side, you found yourself enjoying the daily routine that started to feel boring. By the time you both finished, the sun was starting to set.

Feeling a bit of concern (and a bit of selfishness), you asked Lorsan if he wanted to stay for the night. Once again, he was a bit astounded at how kind you had been to him so far. Not to say that people from other villages were unkind, it’s just they were more hesitant to help, and none of them had gone as far as you had. Yes, he had helped you with your chores, but it didn’t feel like much of a chore as you did it together, making jokes together. In fact, Lorsan found himself dreading the day coming to an end. He couldn’t waste any time in just one spot, as the longer he took to find someone to help his people, the more danger they may find themselves in. 

Normally, Lorsan would fool around, he was notorious for his mischievousness back in the dark forest (much to his dismay), but he couldn’t make light of his people’s situation. He had no idea how bad the corruption had gotten, and he feared that by the time he got help it would be too late. It had already been two years since he left after all. But his naive personality still poked through. 

He agreed to your invitation to stay the night as it wouldn’t hurt to get rest in a proper bed. He messed with the salad you made him, green eyes continuing to glance up at you every so often. The conversation had come to a lull as you started to consume your stew. Lorsan felt conflicted, he greatly enjoyed your presence, even if you both had only known each other for a short period of time. He didn’t want to leave so soon, he enjoyed how easily he was able to make you laugh, the look of awe in your eyes as he mentioned his abilities as a Windwhisperers, and your gentle touch as you corrected him. 

His heart beat faster at the memory. Lorsan thought he was coming down with something. It was weird, he hadn’t felt this strongly towards someone before, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. It kept gnawing at him, a part of him wanted to stay, even if it was for just a bit longer, but his guilty conscience weighed more heavily.

“I wish you could join me,” Lorsan spoke, eyes falling onto a tomato amidst the leafy greens. 

You paused, but didn’t think too much of what he said, “That would be nice. Your travels sound quite fun when you’re not being chased off.” You laughed lightly at the teasing remark, but quickly stopped when Lorsan didn’t laugh with you. 

Your eyes scanned his face. His emerald eyes were down cast, his lips tugged slightly downwards. He used his fork to push around his food, ears slightly droopy. You then realized he was being 100% serious and you felt your heart jump. The scenario reminded you of a cheesy scene in a romantic novel you managed to read in your sparse free time. 

“You would love the dark forest,” Lorsan continued, now twirling his fork. “I think you would get along well with Lyca.”

You fiddled with your napkin, suddenly feeling a heavy weight on your shoulders. He does understand your position, right? You are the sole owner of this farm, you have a life, you have animals and people that depend on you. There was no way you could just drop everything on a whim because you met a cute wilder who wanted you to become his companion on his journey. But you were also young, and the thought of being tied down to one spot, never truly seeing the world, also weighed down on you. It was easier to forget about your wish to explore as you lose yourself in your chores, lose yourself in books and lose yourself in your trade. Lorsan had brought that longing back to the forefront, the want to explore, the need to see sites that laid only in your wildest dreams.

It was all too conflicting for you. 

“...you know I can’t leave,” You muttered, eyes downcast. “This is my home.”

“I know,” Lorsan responded despondently. A pregnant pause followed, and you found yourself wanting to mend whatever had just broken. 

“Come back,” You stated, leaving no room for debate. Lorsan finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. “When you find whoever you need to, when you fix your land, come back.”

Lorsan felt his mind race. He hadn’t thought of coming back, he didn’t need to…not before at least. Would he even be able to come back? His position was high ranking, and he would be needed a lot more once he returned…but he also wanted to see you again. His eyes soaked in the determination in your gaze, how could he deny someone he found so breathtaking? 

“Okay,” He agreed, a small bittersweet smile overtaking him. “But only if you consider one of us going with the other.”

You felt your face warm, that was such a drastic decision, but you supposed you had time to think it over. Yet you still wanted to tease him slightly.

“Are you asking me to run away with you?” You teased, hiding your smile behind your hand. “We’ve only known each other for a day.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Lorsan stubbornly replied back, trying to hide how warm his face felt. You were right, after all. What business did he have asking you to leave everything behind for him? Because he felt strangely for you? He hardly counted that as a reason, but he still held hope, heart fluttering at the thought of you by his side. 

“Too bad there wasn’t a way we could stay in contact,” You sighed, standing up to clean the table. 

Lorsan’s ear twitched, eyes widening at his brilliant plan, of course it would take a bit of a toll on him, but for you, it was worth it, “I could contact you through the wind! You’ll just have to keep an ear out for my messages.”

Your eyes also widened, not having expected such a response, “I would be able to hear it?”

“You should,” Lorsan nodded excitedly, ears bouncing with the movements. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been pretty good at all this Windwhisperer business from a young age.”

“Then I’ll look forward to the wind.”

That had been over a year ago. The time between Lorsan updating you had grown far and few in between. Your naiveness has dissipated. It was a wonderful fantasy while it lasted, but there were too many flaws in the plan. No matter what way you thought, a problem arose. There was no way you could sell your farm or animals, there was no way you could drop everything just for him. It was too extravagant an ask. And Lorsan couldn’t drop everything for you either. Yes, he may have always dreamed of the world beyond the dark forest, but he had a duty that held him back. That didn’t stop his chest from aching every time he was reminded of you. Farm animals were common on his journey, and he remembered how sweetly you smiled at him as you showed him your chickens. How he longed to stay with you. He didn’t want to be tied down, but was it really being tied down if you were by his side?

While you had given up, Lorsan was still pursuing his dream. He had finally managed to find someone that could dispel the corruption. Not to mention it was thee Merlin. He didn’t waste any time getting them on the first ship to the dark forest. It took more time than he’d like to clear everything. He had met his sister and old friends, but a part of him still felt like he was missing. He loved his people, he really did, but he would constantly strain his ears, listening to your soothing humming that the wind mercifully sent his way.

When everything was said and done, his Master Arden had noticed the gray haired man’s despondency. Lorsan had been given many tasks, not allowing him a moment’s respite. Not even being able to think of coming back to you like he had promised. That familiar feeling of the trees closing in on him returned. The comfort of the forest had become a prison once more.

“What’s troubling you,” Arden asked his pupil, wanting to alleviate his worries. 

Lorsan snapped out of his stupor, he had found himself trying to listen for you once more. “I met someone,” Lorsan explained, knowing better than trying to hide from his mentor. “But my duty lies here, in the dark forest.”

“A good whisperer should listen to not only the wind, but also to his own heart,” Arden responded wisely. “Need not worry about us, as our problems have been resolved.” Lorsan felt his breath hitch, hope overtaking him once more.

…

It has been a normal day for you. Waking up before the crack of dawn, barely taking care of yourself before going to the chicken coop. You put the eggs in your basket, the movements being nearly autonomous. Your days blended together, repeating the same motions over and over. The wind had become a low whistle like it had before, no longer carrying the words you once searched for. Your days have dulled once more. You were just a mere farmer after all.

“I wonder if there’s any food.”

You paused, not sure if you were just hearing things. If your monotonous days had finally broken you and you were hallucinating a reality that had once been real. Your head turned, albeit hesitantly, and your eyes widened at the familiar head of gray hair, green eyes, and bunny ears. You could never forget such a pretty face, nor the sheepish look that rested across it. 

“You’re back,” You stated, slight awe in your tone. You hadn’t really thought he’d ever come back.

“Of course I’m back,” Lorsan scoffed, crossing his arms. “I did promise you, didn’t I?” Your eyes soaked in his figure, noting the backpack that he carried and the slight grin on his lips.

“It’s just been awhile,” You replied, rubbing your arm nervously. “I thought you forgot.”

Lorsan’s jaw fell slack (somewhat comically might I add), “How could I ever forget someone like you!” You felt your heart jump. That feeling you thought you’d gotten over returned like nothing had ever happened, like you both hadn’t been separated for years.

Feeling a bit insecure, you couldn’t help but bring up what weighed on you, “You stopped sending messages.”

His ears drooped slightly in response, “I’m sorry about that. It takes a lot of energy for me to do that, and when I found someone that could help, I wanted them to help as quickly as possible so I could come back.” You truly felt silly. Of course he was busy, he was a hero after all.

“It’s alright,” You smiled, the ache wasn’t fully gone, but you understand. “You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

Lorsan perked up at that, a bright smile overtaking his features, “Yes! Do you remember the second half of our promise?” That was the part you were dreading. Telling him you couldn't move to the dark forest. You nodded, shifted back and forth on your feet.

“If it would be okay with you, I would like to move in.”

For the second time that day you felt yourself freeze. He…wanted to live with you? Didn’t he want to be with his friends? Didn’t he want to live where he grew up? Was he being serious?

“I-I mean it’s okay if you say no,” Lorsan fumbled, feeling his nerves consume him. “I understand, b-but I really enjoyed that day, and I wouldn’t mind helping you with your chores.”

You really shouldn’t say yes. Yes, you got to know him better through his messages, but he still didn’t know you all that well. Even though it had been years since that day, it felt like a rushed move, but his pretty green eyes had your resolve melting.

“Okay,” You agreed, a sheepish smile crawling over your lips. 

“Really?” Lorsan gasped, bouncing on his feet. 

“Yeah,” Your grin widened. “Just don’t cause too much trouble.”

[lichenes]

oooo Vincent reassuring reader when the reader meets Sandra for the first time. PS. Love your work

-🪼

Thank you 🪼 for the ask :D Glad you like my rubbish <33

Sandra my beloved. But I shall rise to the occasion and fulfill your ask.

CW: jealousy, brief neck kissing and brief kissing, angst and fluff?kinda? corny ending like, actually embarrassing, some plot holes (sorry!), SFW

wc: 451

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You weren't the jealous type, you knew you weren't. It never occured to you that you could love someone so passionately and be so possesive of them. When you were jealous though you felt like a hungry fox trying to steal away a chicken from the coop. That's what you were feeling now.

"Chéri?" He mused not quite paying attention to you. "I need to go to meet up with a client." He smiled when you put up an eyebrow questioningly. "What? I'm a full time lawyer, all hours of the day are office time." You chuckled lightly pecking him on the cheek and bidding him goodbye.

He came back around 11, quicker than you were expecting, a woman under his arm entering your house. You went out into the corridor looking confused at hearing a her voice. "Hello?" Vincent looked at you, his face contorting into something you couldn't quite name. "Oh sorry, didn't you get my message?"

You were sitting around the table in your kitchen. Sandra and Vincent chatting away while you were sitting with your arms crossed clearly uncomfortable with her presence. There's nothing to be jealous of, you thought. You were chalking up your envy to how beautiful Sandra was. How her ocean blue eyes complimented her dark blonde hair. How she moved so effortlessly through the room, how she gestured as if to impress but not overwhelm.

She existed purely to be adored and Vincent seemed to be adoring her too much. "And how about you?" Sandra asked with a smile on her face. "Hm?" You hummed, flustered as your own jealousy just overshadowed any connection you could've formed with her.

When Sandra left around midnight she hugged you. She hugged you real tight, a hug cementing the fact that she would be showing up more often in your life. You hugged her back not wanting to seem off.

When she got out of your space Vincent came up to you and hugged you from behind.

"Sorry for taking so long chéri. I know you don't like unexpected guests." You relaxed into his touch, putting your head on his shoulder and letting him kiss you on the neck. "Honey..." you started. "Sandra and you... you're not..." you trailed off.

He spun you around and looked at you concerned. "No. Absolutely not." He got closer to your face as if to amplify his point. "I wouldn't do this to you. Ever. Don't think that of me mon cœur." He kissed you as delicately as he could, bringing you closer to yourself.

"I love you." You said after you broke the kiss. Tears already welling up in your eyes. "Et je t'aime aussi." He said wiping them.

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[tomorrowsgardennc]

🚨 GARDENING PSA: Mulch Alternative 🚨

ok, so it's that time of year where everyone on all the medias of socialing are saying leave the leaves, use leaves as mulch, and they are all ABSOLUTELY RIGHT DO NOT IGNORE THEM!!

but for those who either live in apartments or cookie-cutter homes where they tore down all the trees and then planted crape myrtles along the main road and nowhere else (iykyk), then there is a solution for y'all, too.

get yo'self a paper shredder! or find someone that has one and steal their remnants. altho highly recommend at least you feeding the shredder yourself, be it yours or someone elses. just because a shredder can destroy it, doesn't mean it can be composted. CDs, for example. but also glossy or magazine paper CANNOT be used. either cardboard devoided of any tape or matte or office paper.

i used some leaves for the strawberries i'm keeping outside in pots when i planted them about a week ago, but for the ones in the greenhouse i was too tired today to walk down the hill to the shed and grab the mower and mulch leaves so i just went into my craft room and shredded some things that are in my gigantic pile to be shredded and called it a day. i bought a shredder specifically for compost (soon to be chicken coop bedding) and i love it. i mean, the pile to shred is bigger than the shredder, but that's a me problem not a you problem. you need a mulch alternative. therefore i present to you, my friend, the shredder.

happy shredding!

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 23

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2227

Chapter Index

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Anna and Kristoff showed up to the ranch houses on Monday morning and everyone was already milling about outside.  Buck, Tuck, Jett and Levi were over by the dually talking about something, Coop was sitting on his steps pulling on his boots and Sven and Dixie were sitting in the camp chairs with a cup of coffee. 

Anna made a beeline to them, stood in front of them and brought up her left hand.

Dixie gasped and pointed at the ring.  “No way!”

“Yes way!” Anna shouted, grinning ear to ear.

Sven’s soon to be wife shot up to her feet, dropping her coffee mug on the ground beside the chair and pulled Anna into a hug.

“Fuckin’ A, sister!” she shouted.  “I am so happy for you guys!”

Anna laughed.  “Thanks, Dixie!”   Her sister let her go and Anna turned to see that Kristoff was showing Sven, and now all the other guys who were approaching, the tattoo on his ring finger.

“Dude, that’s awesome,” Sven said, looking down at his hand.  “I kinda want to steal the rope idea too but that’s all you, brother.  I’ll find something else.”

“You’re going to get one too?” Dixie asked, smiling at him.

“Yup.  Soon as we’re married, baby.  I’ll still wear your granddaddy’s ring like you wanted, but this way I can let the world know I’m a taken man for when I can’t wear it.”

Dixie pulled Sven into a hug and the guys agreed that they liked Kristoff’s idea.  Even Levi said he was tired of the rubber one he wore and would likely steal the idea too.  They chatted a bit longer before everyone had to disperse to get to work.

Anna went up to the house and started her duties.  Mr. Weadick was in the kitchen a short time later asking for a bowl of fruit to eat while he read the paper.  She showed him the ring and his expression went soft, and he asked her gave her a congratulatory hug.

“I am so happy for you two,” he said after, taking a seat at the table where the newspaper was already waiting. 

“Thank you, sir.  I was hoping that we could do a wedding here too, like Sven and Dixie.  Only in the springtime?”

“Of course you can, dear!  I would be very happy to see you wed on the property.”

Anna’s smile faltered.  “If… if it turns out that… um, with your… um…”  Her cheeks lit up with embarrassment.  She’d opened her mouth and now she was having a hard time getting it out.

His eyebrow raised.  “That you’d do it sooner if my cancer treatment takes a turn for the worse?”

Anna nodded, face on fire.

He smiled at her.  “That is a very sweet and wonderful offer, Anna.  In all honestly, I’m feeling better and better about my chances.  Let’s just act like everything is going to be okay.”  He winked at her.  “I’ve heard positive thinking can do wonders.”

Anna nodded again, smiling but still feeling very bad for trying to say what she was thinking.  Truth was, the old man was looking a bit better, even if all his hair was gone and the substantial amount of weight he’d lost was a little jarring.

“I have news on my memoir by the way,” he added with a proud smile.  “Looks like it is going to get published early next year.”

True happiness blossomed within her and Anna’s eyes lit up.  “That’s wonderful, Mr. Weadick.”

“I have an idea in mind to throw a bit of a party this weekend to announce it to everyone else.  So if you could keep it a secret?”

“Sure, of course I will.  I won’t even tell Kristoff, I promise.”

The old man tiled his head to the side.  “You can tell him. I trust you two.”

Anna smiled.  “Nope, a promise is a promise.  Plus, I want to see his reaction with everyone else.”

He chuckled.  “Alright.”

“Would you like me to look on the internet and get some party food ideas I can whip up?”

His brow furrowed.  “You misunderstand me, Anna.  I want to throw a party for all of you.  I wouldn’t dare ask you to work for your own party.  I have already arranged to have it catered with a local place that does BBQ.

Anna was touched.  “That’s very sweet of you, thank you, sir.”

He smiled and gave a little sigh. “Please, Anna, will you call me Art? 

How could she not.  Over the past couple of months spending time with him at the hospital and having wonderful and deep conversations, she’d thought of him as much more than a boss.  “Yes, Art, I can do that.”

The older man lit up.  “Thank you, Anna.  I really appreciate that.”

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The spread of the party was unlike Kristoff had ever seen.  Art had hired a local BBQ place that specialized in smoked meats and he did not skimp on the menu.  There was brisket, chicken, sausage, pulled pork, St. Louis ribs, beef ribs, beans, cornbread, house made Mac N Cheese, Cesar salad, slaw, smoked taters and more.  The guests had their absolute fill and there was still a ton of food left over.

They’d shown up with a couple of cases of beer and Art admonished them, telling them to ‘put em outside to take home later’, and that his beverage tub was stocked.  And it was.  The table-sized tub was filled with ice and various varieties of beer, resting against the wall in the hallway next to the fully stocked bar that was aligned with liquors and mixes. 

Country music was playing through the speakers wired through the entire house, and Anna had to admit she’d never even noticed they were there as it was the first time they’d be on when she was in the house.

The party was full of jokes and ruckus laugher.  Everyone was standing around near the bar in the wide main hallway that opened up into the great room, floating from conversation to conversation.  Levi was told to invite his wife Cassidy and he had brough her to meet the other ranch hands.   She was quiet but very personable, and got along very well with Anna and Dixie.  They laughed over shared stories about the habits of their cowboys. 

Once the food was packed away and piled in the fridge, and the caterers were gone, Art addressed his guests that he had an announcement. 

Everyone gathered in the great room, and the boss took a place near the massive rock fireplace, stepped onto the edge of the stone hearth and turned to the group.  He held up the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing the whole night in his hand, and everyone raised the drink they were holding. 

“I’d like to lead a cheers, to you fine folks,” he said.  “This ranch would not be successful without your hard work.  I salute you.”

“Salute,” everyone agreed in near unison and took a sip from their drinks.

“I have some news to share with you all.  As you know, I had asked Kristoff and Anna to take a look at my memoir, and with their encouragement, I’ve got an agent to pick it up and he’s sold it to an editor.  It will be going into publication early next year. “

The entire room hollered and cheered for Art, raising their glasses again and taking another sip.  Kristoff felt Anna’s eyes on him and looked down at her smiling face.  He could tell right away that she already knew about this.  He grinned at her and shook her head playfully. 

“Thank you… thank you,” Art said, quieting them down.  “I want to extend my deepest thanks to Kristoff and Anna for looking at it and giving me their feedback.  It was very generous of you to do so, and to be so honest with me in the parts that didn’t make any sense and needed tweaking.  Thank you for that, Anna.”

Anna’s cheeks darkened a shade while everyone looked over at her and smiled.  Kristoff wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side, planting a kiss on the top of her head. 

“And I have one other, more personal announcement I would like to make,” Art said, earning back their attention.

Kristoff glanced at Anna as she looked towards Art and knew she did not know this part beforehand.   The old man’s eyes surveyed everyone in the room and settled on Anna’s.  “I apologize for telling you a little fib the other day, Anna.  I did have two additional doctors’ appointments last week, but I wanted to go alone.”

Anna stiffened at his side and Kristoff got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

“I told you my chances were getting better and I lied about that too,” Art continued.  “And the reason was purely a selfish one.  I can’t explain, but I felt I needed to go alone to those last two appointments to receive the news.   And the news was, I am officially in remission.  I’ve beaten this cancer.”

Anna’s hands flew to her mouth and she started bawling with happiness as the room erupted in ruckus cheers for their boss.  Kristoff pulled her close against his chest, choking back his own emotion.  The rest of the guests swarmed Art to give him hugs and hand shakes of congratulations. 

He blinked back some tears, smiling at everyone as they streamed out onto the deck to pop a couple of bottles of Champaign in celebration.  Many of them, his brother and Buck included, had their own tears of relief glistening in their eyes. 

With everyone else congregated on the deck, Art, Anna and Kristoff were the only three left in the room.  The older man approached them, and Anna, sensing this, pulled her face away from where she’d buried it against his chest. 

Before Art could utter a word, Anna had him in a fierce embrace. 

Art chuckled, hugging her back tightly.  “This is why I wanted to go alone.”  His voice waivered heavily.  “I don’t much like getting this emotional.”

“Well just let me be emotional enough for the both of us then,” Anna managed, before breaking down in happy tears again and excusing herself to the washroom. 

Kristoff didn’t even bother to hold out his hand.  He pulled Art into a hug of his own.  Neither man said a word as they embraced tightly and quickly, with two quick, firm pats on each other’s backs.  Then Art headed to the deck, pausing at the door.  “After you collect your wonderful fiancé, take your time and then please join us in a toast of Champaigne.”

Kristoff nodded once then turned to go find his future bride.

*****

Anna traced her finger along one of the long scars on Kristoff’s ribcage. 

He chuckled.  “That tickles.”

She smiled slightly and looked up at his face, his eyes closed, relishing in the afterglow of their lovemaking.  “Not a day goes by that I am not grateful that you survived this,” she said quietly. 

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.  “Me too.”

Anna looked back at the scars.  There were a similar set on his thigh.  Two groupings of claw marks to add to the other scars on his body.  Still, she’d never seen a more beautiful body.  She reached out and ran her palm across the scars and up onto his chest.  “And not a day goes by that I am not grateful for moving down here and meeting you.”

Kristoff shifted at her side and Anna felt his finger under her chin, gently lifting up so that she would look at him.

“Is something wrong, Anna?  You seem a little… down?  Considering the happy news earlier.”

She shook her head.  “I’m not really, at all.   Just… I dunno, feeling kind of introspective, I guess.  The other day I was just doing my job and for some reason I started thinking about my old life.”

Kristoff frowned.  She knew he did not like to hear about being mistreated by her ex.  “Something you need to get off your chest?” he asked.

Anna smiled.  There was no sweeter man on the face of the planet, of that she was certain.  “I wasn’t really thinking about much except how different my life is now.  How happy I am.  How wonderful being here with you is.  I just can’t believe my good fortune.”

Kristoff was quiet a moment, staring at her as if he was wrestling with a thought, then he finally spoke.   “Anna, I don’t even want to think about what my future would be like if I didn’t meet you.  I…” He closed his mouth and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling. 

“You can tell me.”

“I know,” he whispered.  “It’s just hard to explain.”

“Can I take a stab at it?”

He looked back at her and nodded. 

“You feel like you knew what living life was, then we met, and you realize you had no idea.  That whatever you’d been doing before, wasn’t living.  Well, not like this, anyway.”

He stared, his mouth slowly morphing into a smile.  “Wow.”

Anna chuckled. “I know, because I feel the exact same way.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for letting my german shepherd out in the garden when a neighbour was stealing the eggs of my chickens last night causing my neighbour to get bit?

Okay, so I live basically in walking distance to a large city in western Europe, not saying which one but it's densely populated and chickens aren't super common here. Also, my garden which is not large maybe 7mx4m, is fenced, 2 meter high wooden fence with no holes. There is also a sign warning intruders about the dogs (one is ancient and the other is tiny so honestly only one can do real harm).

Lately eggs from my chicken coop have gone missing, as in I have 4 laying hens and I sometimes get only one egg a week, and my dogs have been alerting me sometimes but whenever I went to check (keeping the dogs inside, sometimes it's a hedgehog and I don't want my dogs to hurt wildlife) I found nothing. (sidenote, there is no lock on the coop besides a slide lock but I will change that in the future)

So I set a trap of sorts, wire with bells. Last night the bells rang and I decided to go out with a butcher knife (was not going to use it but you never know who is on your property, not even sure if I would have been able to use it if push came to shove actually. Was mostly to have something intimidating in my hands I guess) and my shepherd for support. Turns out it was a neighbour of mine and he started yelling and threatening me. Which is when my dog went for his leg. I recalled him and he got back to me but I could see he got him good. I'm of the opinion the man was trespassing and threatening me on my own ground but other people are saying I went to far for taking my guard dog with me knowing a bite might occur and should have called the police instead. I know the neighbour needed stitches but since there have been no charges I think I'm in the clear. I do feel bad about how hard he was bitten though, I've been bitten several times by large dogs and it's very painful.

I would like to know if those people have a point and maybe see another perspective than mine. Or if people agree with me.

Sad things is, if the neighbour would have asked for eggs I would probably have given him a box. I often give some to neighbours.

What are these acronyms?

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase - Revising Digit's Backstory (part 1)

I recently posted a character analysis of Digit from Cyberchase. During that analysis, I said that I had some problems with some inconsistencies in his backstory and some plot points that didn't make much sense.

Here's a brief review

According to "How it All Started", Digit defied The Hacker at every opportunity. When The Hacker stole Motherboard's encryptor chip and locked it in a vault, Digit retrieved it and let Motherboard know what happened.

This led directly to The Hacker's banishment.

However, The Hacker took Digit along with him, and somehow, neither Motherboard nor Dr. Marbles realized what had happened.

Digit went on to build the Grim Wreaker, clearly upset to still be with The Hacker. He works for him out of fear.

Later on, Digit witnessed The Hacker turning off the power to Cybersite Valussa.

He betrays Hacker for the second time, sending a coded message to let Valussa know how to turn the power back on.

He saves Valussa, but he is captured by The Hacker.

He breaks free and finishes his defection to Motherboard.

So, I have a few problems with this origin story. How did neither Dr. Marbles nor Motherboard realize that The Hacker abducted Digit? Where was Motherboard when The Hacker took over Valussa? Remember that this is the prequel, so Motherboard is still at full power, prior to the virus.

Additionally, Season 1 Episode 1 appears to contradict this backstory. Digit is deeply ashamed to have worked for The Hacker. He credits Motherboard with having rescued him and set him straight. He claims that if she hadn't done that, he would still be making chaos with The Hacker.

What does Digit have to be ashamed of here? The two times we see him around The Hacker's plans in the prequel comic, he single-handedly ruins them. It's one thing for Season 12 Episode 8 "Hacker Hugs a Tree" to come along over 18 years after the prequel comic and retcon Hacker's banishment story. However, it is another thing for Season 1 Episode 1 "Lost My Marbles" to come along 1 month after the prequel comic and retcon Digit's backstory.

Later on, Digit goes to do some undercover work for Motherboard. He tells Hacker that he wants to rejoin his group and help him find Ivanka's secret to invincibility.

If all Digit ever did was foil The Hacker's plans, then why would The Hacker believe him here? No, there has to be something more to the story. Digit must have willingly done some chaos back in the day.

I have an idea for a revised backstory that ties things up a little neater. I do need to alter some minor points here and there, but most of the content remains intact.

So, here's my revised backstory.

On Arbor Day of 1999, Digit is born. Hacker constructs him from a box of parts. He is his greatest creation, with a built-in immunity to magnetite and a beak capable of unlocking doors and drilling through everything.

At this time, The Hacker is still Motherboard's faithful helper. He may have dreams of what he could do with the Transformatron, but he isn't at the point where he's trying to take over Cyberspace. He also hasn't harmed Coop and Slider yet.

Digit grows up in Control Central. He witnessed The Hacker save Motherboard from the magnetite meteorite of Y2K. His creator is a stand-up guy, so Digit follows in his footsteps. He is also helpful to Motherboard.

The Hacker and Coop have their falling-out. The Hacker wants to use their Transformatron invention to take over Cyberspace. Coop defies him by tearing up the plans, and The Hacker damages Coop with magnetite. Coop goes into hiding to find a cure, and Slider is left to grow up alone. However, Digit is not aware of it. Some things are just too personal to talk about.

And then, one night, The Hacker shows a side that Digit was unaware of. He steals the Encryptor Chip from Motherboard. Digit knows that this is all wrong, and he voices his opposition. However, The Hacker doesn't listen.

Digit retrieves the Encryptor Chip and returns it to Motherboard.

Digit is worried about upsetting The Hacker further. As such, he takes pictures of The Hacker without him noticing and submits them anonymously. The evidence is irrefutable, but neither Motherboard nor Dr. Marbles know it came from him at this point. Sure, with enough time to think about it, they would realize that Digit was the only other person there, so he was the only one who could have done it. However, they fail to realize this at the time.

The Hacker has two more pieces of information that neither Dr. Marbles nor Motherboard have. First, he knows that Digit was opposed to his theft of the Encryptor Chip. Second, he knows that Digit witnessed him hiding the Encryptor chip in the secret vault. He knows immediately that Digit has betrayed him. However, he also knows that he's about to be banished for his crime. If he pushes Digit away, then Digit will defect to Motherboard. If he dismantles Digit, then he is all alone. And so, The Hacker stops himself from confronting Digit.

Sure enough, Motherboard decrees that The Hacker will be banished for his crimes. His power supply will be downgraded, and he will be sent away in a remote-controlled Cyberpod.

Digit still cares about The Hacker. He knows that what The Hacker did was wrong, and he knows that he did the right thing by retrieving the chip. However, he believes that Motherboard's punishment is going too far. As such, he is torn between wanting to continue helping Motherboard and going into exile with The Hacker.

The Hacker ends up making the choice for him, as he grabs Digit and hides him in the pod. Digit ends up following him to the Northern Frontier.

At first, neither Dr. Marbles nor Motherboard realize that Digit was abducted. They've had a busy, emotional day after all. They do realize that he is gone later on. Since he was built by The Hacker as an assistant, they assume that he remained loyal to his boss and followed him into exile. Dr. Marbles remembers Digit's beak-related abilities and magnetite immunity. He wants to go after him before he can aid The Hacker. However, Motherboard stops him. If Digit has made his choice, then they have no right to take him back by force. Neither of them realize that Digit betrayed The Hacker and saved Motherboard. Neither of them realize that Digit was on their side, and that it is unlikely that he went with The Hacker willingly.

Digit continues to work with The Hacker in the Northern frontier. At this point, all The Hacker has is the remnants of his Cyberpod, the clothes on his back, and anything he can scavenge from the Northern Frontier. They manage to reconfigure the pod into a small, slow, form of transport to be able to leave The Northern Frontier. The Northern Frontier is shown here on this map of Cyberspace.

This map isn't the best quality, but if we turn our viewpoint a little, we can see three sites clustered around the Northern Frontier. First, there is a light-green site to the south-west that appears to have a solitary tower or windmill on it. Second, there is a dark green site to the south that has a forest on it. Third, there is a an orange site to the south-east that has a city on it.

While The Hacker still wants to take over Cyberspace, he knows that he cannot do it while Motherboard remains at full power. He needs time and money to build his Grim Wreaker ship, create his virus, and hunt for the pieces of the Transformatron blueprints. His best bet is the city to the south-east.

While it goes unnamed here, and it doesn't have recognizable landmarks of a Cybersite visited during the show, I am going to say that it is a stylized depiction of Cybersite Valussa.

The Hacker still only has Digit at this point. So, he has to be more hands-on with this plan. He also knows that Motherboard cannot be made aware of his return yet. So, he has to participate in his plan under a disguise like this one.

The Hacker decides to rob an armored truck heading to Valussa's main bank. He flips his makeshift transport over and plays the part of a stranded motorist. Under Motherboard's eye, crime is rare, reserved only for major players like Zorgon the Evil Wizard. Therefore, the armoured truck drivers see no problem in parking the truck and coming to help Madame Incognita.

While The Hacker distracts them, Digit is instructed to drill into the bottom of the armored car and take the Snelfus. Digit is conflicted about this. However, since he's been seemingly banished from Control Central alongside The Hacker, he is his only friend in the world. The Hacker reassures him that the bank's money is insured, so nobody who put their money in the bank will be harmed. He also reassures him that he won't have to hurt the drivers. So, it should be a victimless crime, right? It isn't like stealing Motherboard's Encryptor Chip and causing her to be unable to function. The Hacker is lying here, as there definitely is a victim, but Digit is naive. The heist is successful, partly due to The Hacker running out of power and fainting. The armored car drivers assist him, and they suspect nothing.

While the first armored car isn't enough to built the Grim Wreaker, it is enough to buy a small Cybercoupe and enable Hacker and Digit to have a greater range of travel in Cyberspace. It also gives The Hacker his first opportunity to rig up a recharger system for his internal battery. They proceed with the same armored car crimes on other sites. Many times, the armored cars are already rusted, and Digit's efforts to break them open cause them to fall apart. Many of their crimes are dismissed as the armored cars having fallen apart due to metal fatigue. Given that multi-Cybersite crime waves have never happened before, even those armored cars that were obviously tampered with are believed to be the result of local small-time criminals. Hacker resists the urge to leave a calling card, so there's little to link the crimes together. Digit has misgivings, of course. Motherboard and Dr. Marbles would never approve of this. Still, with no sign of rescue coming to get him away from The Hacker, Digit starts to resent them both.

On the way home from one of the heists, while The Hacker is making a big production about praising Digit for the wealth he has brought them, Digit breaks down and admits that he retrieved the Encryptor Chip and ruined The Hacker's life. The Hacker reveals that he knew all along about what happened and makes a big show about forgiving Digit for his crime. This successfully manipulates Digit. He remembers how he saved Motherboard. He remembers how The Hacker was banished, and how he opposed the decision. He remembered how he ended up banished alongside The Hacker as his "reward" for saving him. Motherboard never came to get him back either. But now, The Hacker, the person that he ruined to save Motherboard, is forgiving him and offering him a chance to start over.

And now, Digit is on board.

The Hacker has enough money to purchase the Botoplis kits to build Buzz and Delete, along with a proper recharger chair.

However, he doesn't have nearly enough money to build the Grim Wreaker. He could just keep robbing armored cars, but that would result in so many empty armored cars, that someone would start connecting the dots. He could start robbing businesses, but that would raise the risks of getting caught to grab even less money. Plus, Valussa is still too close to Control Central for comfort. No, The Hacker needs to do something big, and he needs to go to a Cybersite as far from Control Central as possible. And so, The Hacker plans a heist on the Cybersite farthest to the East, Gollywood. He's going to break the biggest bank in Cyberspace.

The Hacker will soon be 9,000,000 Snelfus richer.

I'm at the image limit, so I need to make a part 2.

[moonlightspencie]

hear me out… washing the impala at the bunker with dean when you’re bored. please and thank you 🫶🏼

literally rbed a gifset of him doing that exact thing earlier today. i’m feral for this scene {and the entire episode} so my brain is running wild rn hehe (also the quote from said episode, “i’m mostly confused” was one of my first handles on tumblr)

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

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You strolled around the bunker, frankly unsure what to do with yourself without the absolute urgency of chasing down some big bad. Not even a casual case had come up in a couple days, and you were growing a bit restless.

You finally ran into Sam after wandering for a while, catching him as he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you greeted briefly, walking over to steal a piece of ham.

You chewed on it as he glanced at you with a quirked brow. He chuckled softly, then sighed.

“Hey,” he finally said. “You done eating my sandwich ingredients?”

“It was one piece of ham, Sammy.”

“Sam,” he corrected.

“I’ve been living with y’all for how long?”

He paused, then shook his head softly with a smile.

“You doing anything today?” you asked, hopping up on the counter.

He watched you for a moment. “Not really.”

“Ugh,” you groaned.

“What?” he asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” you exclaimed. “We’re all cooped up, I need to… I need to do something.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged. “I’m gonna eat my sandwich.”

You sighed hard. “Where’s Dean?”

“Garage. I think he’s washing the cars.”

“All of em?”

“Probably,” he said with a smirk. “Go bother him.”

“Bother him? You think I’m bothering you?”

“Yes.”

You scoffed playfully, hopping off the counter. You started walking away, but made sure to get the last word in.

“One of these days I’ll be long gone and you’re gonna miss me like crazy, Sammy.”

He smiled again, not able to get in a word as you left for the garage.

You heard music playing before you even got to the door, opening it carefully and walking inside. You saw him, soaking the impala in soap and water, just a black t-shirt and jeans.

At least he wasn’t wearing the short-shorts this time.

You let yourself watch him for a few moments, never not in awe as to how someone could look so good in a plain black t-shirt. Eventually you decided to stop creeping on him and headed towards him instead.

“Hey,” he said as soon as he saw you.

“Hey. You need help?” you asked, lingering near the hood as he wiped down the windshield. “And by that I mean, please let me help. I’m dying to do something.”

He smiled, nodding towards the suds-filled bucket.

“Grab a sponge.”

You picked up the other sponge from the bucket, wasting no time in scrubbing down the roof of the car. You both listened to the music, slowly but surely getting every nook and cranny of the vehicle. You were working on one of the back wheel wells when Dean grabbed your attention.

“Hey, trade-off,” he said, tossing a newly-wet sponge in your direction.

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t give enough of a verbal warning. The heavy sponge hit you in the leg, knocking you off your balance and making you land straight on your butt. You opened your mouth in a feigned offense.

“You dick,” you said, laughing lightly.

He laughed at you, not even bothering to help you back up. You scrambled up, slamming the sponge on top of the car and grabbing the hose. You called for him, stopping him from laughing right as you sprayed him with the hose, effectively soaking his shirt.

His eyes went wide, freezing in his motions for a few seconds.

“You little—”

He started after you, not stopping even as you started spraying him again.

“No!” you squealed.

He closed in, grabbing you and effectively trapping you against the car. He wrestled the hose from your hand, turning it on you.

“How do you like it?”

You screamed and laughed, trying to push him off. He was relentless, giggling with glee as he soaked you completely. You reached behind you to get the sponge, wringing it out over his head. Luckily for you, it shocked him enough to get out of his grip. Unluckily for you, he quickly recovered and caught up to you before you could get far.

“You’re not getting away that easy,” he muttered.

He grabbed you from behind as you tried running, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding your arms to your chest. You laughed hard, trying to wriggle away.

“You’re so mean,” you yelled, his grip only tightening.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he said into your ear, clearly proud of himself.

“Whoa,” you heard Sam’s voice. “Should I give you two some privacy?”

You stood up a little straighter, looking in his direction. Dean only slightly loosened his grip.

“We’re washing the car,” you stated as if he didn’t just walk in with fully functional eyes.

He merely quirked a brow. “You two look cleaner than the car.”

“She started it,” Dean said quickly.

You craned your neck to see him behind you, giving him a sour look.

“You threw a sponge at me.”

“You hosed me down.”

Sam nodded slowly, backing out of the room quietly to retreat.

“Not fair,” you said, almost smiling again.

“Very fair,” he stated.

“Let me go,” you laughed.

“No way,” he said, only holding on tighter. “This is your punishment.”

You smirked. “If you really wanted to cuddle this bad, you could’ve just asked, you know?”

“How much you gonna let me ask for?”

“Not much I wouldn’t,” you said, hoping this wasn’t crossing any lines.

He hummed, an obvious smile in his voice, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Apparently, he didn’t care much about a crossed line or two.

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[all-things-skylanders]

I'd love to see what you've got for High Five. He is severely underrated in my opinion

(So sorry I took so long to answer this one!)

To be honest, High Five never stood out to me as a Skylander, as I never owned him, and only knew about him from the Trap Team 'THE COMPLETE COLLECTION' handbook. But after reading through his Wiki page, I can totally see why people would like him! His playstyle sounds super fun and surprisingly in depth for a Skylander! I definitely need to add him to my collection at some point.

Updated Origin:

High Five was always seen as a troublemaker growing up. He had troubles focusing, only ever barely passing his classes, and relying on his four older siblings to help him out.

High Five's true passion in life was racing. He wanted nothing more than to speed down the cloud paved roads and dodge the giant boulders that floated in between the course. He loved the thrill, the danger, the risk!

But of course, he was not allowed to do any of the racing, due to being far too young. High Five would often compete secretley in other, less prestigious races, under the moniker "Buzzerker", but he wasn't able to go into any big name leagues without risking getting recognized.

In his races, 'Buzzerker' had started to know the other little league racers quite well, building a bit of a rivalry with a few of them, namely a group of Troll racers by the name of "The Loose Screws". They raced with a rickety, hand built airship. High Five and them had been trading wins and losses for nearly the entire time that he had been racing, and he considered them to be good friends of his.

One day, he ended up letting slip that his family was the Royal High Flying Dragonflies. While they reacted positively at first, High Five ended up eavesdropping on them planning to steal the Trophy of Sparx from his family by manipulating him.

Betrayed and hurt, High Five refused to help them, and instead used his immsense speed and aerial skills to knock their ship out of the sky. While he was extremely hurt that what he thought were his friends had betrayed him over a magic trophy, his bravery was rewarded.

His family finally stopped babying him, learning that the "baby brother" they had always seen as a troublemaker was far more talented than anyone had given him credit for.

Additionally, Master Eon had heard of the race, and along with Bat Spin and Flip Wreck, High Five had been taken under the wing of the Skylanders and trained to be something more.

Other Stuff:

High Five has ADHD

He is known for being a bit self destructive, only ever wanting to go on dangerous missions and extreme race courses. Even speed demons like Roller Brawl think he might take things a bit too far sometimes.

High Five has extreme, debilitating claustrophobia. He gets uncomfortable in normal sized rooms, and when they get smaller, it goes into panic attack levels.

Despite initially seeming extremely different from each other, High Five is best friends with the skylanders he was trained with at the Academy: Bat Spin and Flip Wreck. They initially bonded over the fact that they all were recruited by defending their families, but they soon found that they shared a ton of common interests.

High Five's expertise at air travel and flight made him a prime candidate to receive a Supercharger when the time came for them to be initiated, but High Five refused, as he much preferred flying over being cooped up in a cockpit. The role instead ended up going to Stealth Elf, and her appropriately named "Stealth Stinger".

That's what I could come up with for High Five. Do you like it? I'm always down for feedback, as long as it's polite ^^

I named his racing alter ego after his In Development name (Buzzerker). His somewhat self destructive nature comes from how much his designer went back and forth on his self damage and poison mechanics, thinking that it would make people like him less. The only other thing I'd want to specify is that I made him friends with Bat Spin and Flip Wreck because those three were the winners of the Frito-Lay designing competition, so it seemed natural that all three of them should stick together.

[brandy-sawyer]

What if you just kidnapped adopted an animal?

How would your brothers react?

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE AS YOUR FAMILY LETS GOOOOOO

(I FORGOT, MARTHA IS THE CHICKEN 👆)

(Don't worry, I'll write more later, I'm just lazy and it takes a while for things to flow, you can request stuff if you want👍)

Note:

No animal death! Roadkill mentioned, but not actual descriptions of animals dying of your wondering!

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Drayton

(Raccoon/trash panda)

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Goodness. You are practically begging your older brother day and night. He's getting annoyed. The twins used to do the same thing. Quit givin' him flashbacks of the twins annoying the hell out of him!!

"Sister, Darlin', the only ray of sunshine on this god forsaken farm. Please. We are not getting a dog."

"I don' want a dog! Brother please he's right-"

"For fucks sake I said no!"

"...right outside."

"What?"

Then you showed your lovely little friend. 'Bark'. He was caught in a trap, and had been cowering in fear. All the loud noises scared the poor raccoon kit. Man you definitely scared the crap out of bark at first!..

N' till you fed it. Then he disregarded everything, you where so sweet!

"Kiddo. Please explain how you.. no, don't. I don't even wanna know. Please understand we CAN'T keep it. So don't name-"

"His name is bark."

~Long pause of silence.~

"...yer gonna whine and cry till I say we can keep it, aren't ya?"

"He likes blueberries."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Well, unannounced to you, that's no longer just your raccoon. He grows fond of it. It'll help him collect eggs out of the chicken coop.. it's definitely quite a nice cooking buddy.

Drayton even made him a little hat for Halloween, Drayton had to sew up everyone's clothes every once in a while. You of course helped make the little tie.

Yes, that's right. A little red tie.. and tiny chef hat.

Drayton made sure that little chef hat fit perfectly.

He had help around the kitchen, surprisingly Bark was quite a helpful boy. He would understand the difference between words. Sadly often getting sugar and salt confused, there both white, give him a break.

He doesn't mind Martha, including even stealing an egg for her to try and hatch. And even went outside to steal some berries for her.

Bark was a bit of a thief, sometimes you'd get little presents.. Nubbins knife.. Maybe one of Chop-Top's CDs.. Drayton's favorite ladle.. definitely has stolen knives and other sharp objects for you to use.

Bark was treated like a little prince, being snuck little food scraps.. either from you or Drayton. And it sure didn't mind eating human, heck. When you got a bit older, he screeched when someone got inside the house.. 'How dare they get inside the house!! Who the fuck are you! FUCKING OUT YOU- oh hi Chop-Top!!' kind of attitude.

Have you thought about putting him in a show about raccoon cooking? Yes.

Was it made up by you?

Yes.

Will you admit that? Probably not.

Of course, you see Bark as not only your best friend, but your pet.. you both get in trouble equally.

Bark was definitely part of the family now, the most protected 'coon in all of Texas.

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Chop-Top & Nubbins

(Coyote.. except there's 4.)

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Well. Their plans where definitely.. cut short? No ruined in all honesty. You where outside at 2 am, feeding your new friends. Your new dogs.

..You mistook them as dogs.

Or maybe you refused to think they where anything else.. I mean they where so friendly!

You named them already. Josie, Cutler, Terry, and Michael. You know Josie has a cut in her ear, and Cutler had strawberry blonde fur, and white paws. Terry was the definition of midnight. You could only see his eyes. And Michael was named Michael because of those.. black beady eyes. How cute.

..Who would've guessed they eat human. Scavengers to the fullest.

Meanwhile, Chop-Top and Nubbins where planning to sneak out, probably to go mess some shit up, and make someone's day tomorrow horrible. By accident they caught you taking care of your four.. dogs. Oops?

"W-what the ff-uck are you doing up at t-two am?!" Nubbins said, half-yelling half-whispering.

"Uh.. well.. uhm.." you said quietly. the coyotes began growling. They haven't met the twins or any of your family yet.

Chop-Top immediately tried to get to you, thinking the coyotes where growling at you. Cutler snapped at him.

Chop-Top grabbed the coyote by the scruff of its neck.. you calmed down Josie, Terry, and Michael. And immediately grabbed Cutler out of Chop-Top's hands!

"The hell?! It was growlin' at you! What the fuck are ya doin'?" Chop-Top said.. man if the commotion didn't wake up Drayton, the yelling would.

"Cutler wasn't growling at me! They're not used to you guys.. this is why I feed em' in the mornin'..

"Y-.. you w-what. How l-l-long have ya been d-doin' this?!"

Nubbins was extremely confused, wouldn't they have realized this by now? They're pretty damn smart.. then again they did eat tide pods as a kid so.

"Well, Terry was first, than Cutler, then Michael, than Josie, and I think-"

"Ya fuckin' named em?" Chop-Top said, almost confused. There where 4, how could you remember all of them? "A-and how long have you b-been f-f-feeding them?!" Nubbins said after a second..

'Jeez, gimme time to answer'.. ya thought.

After a moment of calming down the coyotes, you said, "Well.. It's been a few months.. and I did name them. ~You explained how you told them apart.~ and I feed them because they gimme little things!"

You showed the twins your other bracelet. You had two, one you and your family shared, the teeth bracelet Nubbins made everyone, and your other one, it was old, and had little feathers, beads, some string, and a few other things on it.

"Ya realize Drayton is gonna have your ass- ~Nubbins elbowed him really hard, they are trying to curse less, plus having a baby sister made them all sort of realize they need to have a less "fuck around and find out" attitude.. you where their only sister.~ I mean.. your gonna get in trouble when Drayton finds out."

"If he finds out."

Yep, definitely their sister.

"What? What do you mean 'if'?"

"If. If he finds out."

The twins kind of stare at ya. Wow. You take after them a scary amount.. That's a bad thing. At least for Drayton.

Immediately you pull them over to the spot under your window, which is where your coyotes decides to mostly hide off too.. you had put a bunch of brush in the way to hide them. You kept showing them your coyotes.. Josie really liked Chop-Top! And Michael really liked Nubbins! Of course Terry and Cutler were not as happy that the twins are well. Your brothers.

But they still didn't bite them. The twins shared all the times they captured animals.. and tried to keep them as pets. Surprisingly only 2 out of the 9 died of starvation. Drayton had made them take the animals back out.. but the twins were going to keep these coyotes.

If that includes getting hit with a broom, or depending potentially shot, so fucking be it. Granted they won't get shot, Drayton loves them even if he hates them at the same time. But your partly the unspoken favorite like Bubba.

In the morning, well. Shit. Shit indeed. Drayton was pissed. Obviously.

Too bad, ya are keepin' the coyotes.

And he of course asks how you'll feed them..

You take them to the barn you are pulling your older brother along sort of forcefully, to show that they'll follow you anywhere.. and come out with an arm, and fucking YEET that shit across the yard.

(Excuse my 2018 language)

And everycoyote went after it! Josie needed some assurance that yes, you can go get it, but they did! And man! Did they tear that arm up. They where scavengers, they were hungry. And they brought you back the simi-clean bone.

Bubba was honestly giddy about the whole situation, signing "They are just like dogs"

You got to go to town that day! The coyotes stayed in the bed of the truck, and sat peacefully. You got them all collars.. and food bowls.

The twins got to help pick out the tags for them! You picked out a star for Terry, a heart for Michael, and the twins picked a flower shape for Cutler, and a plain circle for Josie. Cutler got a dark blue color, Josie got a pink color, Michael got red, and Terry got green.

It was a nice day. And an even nicer day when you got back to the farm, to show you can practically sick your little puppers on victims.

Nubbins favorite picture is still you, his twin, Drayton, Bubba, and the puppers over a freshly dead body, laughing as the coyotes destroy the victims face.

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Bubba

(He signs, I just make it dramatic)

(Snake)

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You'd think he had a heart attack when you came in with your snake.

No no, it's not that's it is a snake.

The problem is that it's a cottonmouth.

Wrapped around your throat.

After a moment you heard thundering steps you guessed it was either a REALLY pissed off Drayton', or one happy Bubba. Ya hoped it was the second one. He ran up to you signing quickly. Almost too quick to understand.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to pull it off?! Why do you even have it?!"

You couldn't make out the 17 other questions.

"No, no, Snappy isn't choking me, he's actually quite sweet!"

Spoiler, you've taken care of this snake for 3 or 4 weeks. Naming him included. You thought Snappy was a good name because of how he would snap at you when he first saw you.

"You named it? Why? Why is it wrapped around your throat?"

"Because he got tired, and I move a lot faster than him. Plus I wanted to get him some water."

"What"

His confusion is obviously known, and a bit funny. You explained you found Snappy trapped and almost being eaten by a few owls. Those owls became lovely stuffing for pillows, and now you have a cottonmouth that won't leave you alone.

Bubba did not trust this snake whatsoever. What if it hurts you? It's a snake. He literally had to throw them across the yard like a bad Frisbee.

Snappy liked him tho! Throughout the day Bubba tried to stand near and close to you. Snappy kept thinking that was an invitation to keep trying to crawl on his shoulder.

Haha. No.

He was holding himself from throwing it. Technically everyone was. Especially Chop-Top. Man he hated snakes. Especially after time in Vietnam.

Drayton said it wasn't allowed on the floor, near any food, and nowhere near Grandpa. And especially not anywhere it can cause trouble!

Nubbins was indifferent. It's. A snake. Yippers.

Get it far away from him this instant.

Chop-Top was 🤏 close to finding a new creative way to plan a snakes murder.

Grandpa used to have to deal with snakes all the time, he ain't excited. As long as you're happy tho.

Throughout the next few days it kept slithering towards Bubba. Snappy really likes Bubba in general.

You are so lucky he's your brother. He would've killed it by now if not. Snappy and Bubba got along better after a while.. Snappy was a nice company while chopping up bodies.

It's not like you had too many people to scare with your new snake. Snappy really likes human tho. You had a few bites on your arms, not deep, but the poor boy accidentally did bite a bit hard. Ya should've fed him breakfast!!

Bubba wasn't always within your vision.. none of your brothers were. You often fend for yourself, it ain't too hard, if ya need food ya just go inside and take whatever is in the fridge.

So having a friend was nice, And Snappy loves you, otherwise he would've bitten you and your brothers in their sleep.

That would be a lovely lecture in hell as you get bitched out by Drayton for letting Snappy bite everyone >:(

So you may or may not have gotten him a cage- well sort of. Kennel. One of the old ones in the house when you guys used to have a dog.

Snappy acted like a dog, tail wagging included.

(more like half of his lower body?)

Your brothers were a little worried that your lack of human interaction was taking a toll on you, you already talked to yourself a lot.. and sometimes accidentally answered yourself! And now they can't tell if you're talking to Snappy, or yourself.

Drayton and Bubba, heck even the twins surprisingly were able to teach you some things,

Usually you'd rather run around and help around the farm, not learn. Cannibal children are feral, ya can't do much to keep them contained.

They are lucky they scared you enough to wear shoes! You didn't want to step on a scorpion.

With the few things they taught you, you made many hats for your snake. Snappy wore each one with pride.

Your favorite is the little plushy knife Bubba helped you make for Snappy. Snappy indeed loves it too!

Everyone slowly warmed up to Snappy. Including Bubba. Who now carried him around like a little ball of spaghetti.

He secretly fed him scraps off of the butchering table.

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Bonus:

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Grandpa

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Nope, get it out of the house.

No butts, get that ------ out of the house now.

Don't make him get your older brothers.

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The END WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TOOK ME TOO LONG TO WRITE THIS

Am I proud of it? Yep

Am I sad I lost all my ideas for Drayton? Yes.

Thank you for reading regardless! <3

[afoxofcosmicproportions]

Reflection Farm Diary

So Spring 8 got off to a very weird start....

Firstly, it's raining today! Which means for once I don't have to water my crops manually (thank the gods). I also got a letter from a wizard in the mail the morning. Apparently he knows how to help with the weird things I've been seeing in the old community center.

So that's the first thing I did this morning. I went over to his tower on the edge of the forest to see what he had to say. Ngl I find it weird that all wizards live in towers. Like isn't it drafty and musty in there?? Anyways, he let me in and said he could help.

He told me that apparently those little things I've been seeing are sprites called "Junimos". He even showed me one up close! Their a lot cuter than I thought, like tiny little balls with legs! I then told him about the strange note I found in the Community Center last night. He said he'd take a look and then just DISAPPEARED!?! I was so confused. I know wizards can do magic so he probably just teleported over there but at the time, I was just so shocked. Worse yet he just left me standing there, in his tower, alone...I went to go looking around, just so see if he had anything cool (I wasn't going to steal, just look, I swear) when he just waltzes back in through the front door and starts talking again like nothing happened??? Scared the crap out of me doing that. Like I get it dude, you're a wizard, but give a girl a warning next time please??

Anyways, he told me he deciphered the note but that only someone "In harmony with the forest" could read the language. And I'm standing there like, "How am I supposed to be in harmony with the forest??? I was working an office job literally last week, this is the longest I've ever been in nature in my life!" So I go to ask him how I can do that, expecting to get given a quest (wizards do that right? giving people quests sounds like a very wizard thing to do). And then he goes, "here, drink this!" and hands me a cup of this gross looking (and smelling) green liquid straight from the cauldron in his living room. I drink it anyways because its probably easier than a quest, and omg it was horrible. I felt sick, I wanted to puke, and worst of all I started hallucinating flying pine trees!!! Next thing I know, he's kicked me out, I'm coming off the worst drug trip I've ever had, and now I'm soaking wet because its pouring rain!

But hey, now I know how to read Junimo so I guess it worked out.

The rest of the day I just spent clearing the farm and running errands. There are a lot of stray trees and branches and rocks everywhere so I want to get those cleaned up. I really want to build a coop soon, so I need the space. I also got some geodes processed at the Blacksmith's (his name is Clint, he seems nice) and donated some minerals I found in them to the museum.

That's all for today, I'm exhausted. Taking care of a farm is so much work! (Still less soul crushing than an office job though). Tomorrow, more clearing land and preparing an area for the coop!

Cyan you later!~

-Ellie