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[akanemnon]

She didn't think that one through

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[kaitcake1289]

working their classes off!

[jils-things]

♡ jaide, it's me! ♡

finally did that meme that was going around awhile back <3 i had to draw all of his cool costumes at some point and this was the perfect theme to do this hehehehe <3

source of their outfits + original image under the cut c:

credits to @/cafekitsune for dividers

[crunchie-morris]

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[kristannafever]

Mountain Man - Six

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: MA WC: 4121

~Collab with @lukin08

A/N: Well, it's now complete! The remaining chapters will be posted semi-regularly. If you have already read the first five chapters of this story, please note that some very minor changes have been made (updated on here and AO3) to make the story flow a little better for what was written after. Those familiar with this story may want to re-read.

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Anna groaned when he left the bed.

He chuckled.  “Not a morning person, are you?”

“Actually, with my job, I am,” she mumbled as she rolled over to where Kristoff’s body had been, trying to stay as warm as possible.  How did that man manage to run so hot in such a cold place? 

“Not by choice, I take it?”

She sighed. “Definitely not.”

“Well, you can sleep in.”

Anna rolled her eyes under her closed lids.  As much as she wanted to, as much as she was sure Kristoff would just assume she would take him up on his offer, she wanted to prove herself useful while he was offering her his precious food and shelter for her stupidity in trying to fly ahead of what was surely one of the biggest storms in Alaska in more than a decade.

After keeping her eyes closed and listening to him change, she reluctantly crawled out of bed.

He was stirring the hot embers in the stove before adding some wood.  The dry logs caught immediately and Anna wandered nearer to the only heat source… well, aside from the heat source that was Kristoff.

He went about making them breakfast, quick cooking oats yet again, and Anna once again chipped some of the impossibly hard brown sugar into her meal trying to make it taste like anything other than what it was. 

They were half way through eating, Anna trying her best not to talk his ear off again because she knew damn well how much it annoyed him, when Kristoff casually looked out the window and froze, his eyes widening.  Anna looked and saw nothing at first.  Dawn was just barely breaking and it was very hard to make out anything outside.  Then a glimmer of the eyes drew her attention, and she finally saw the bull caribou at the edge of the clearing to Kristoff’s homestead.

Kristoff reached over to the lamp on the table and slowly turned it off.  The cabin dimmed into near darkness, the only light coming from the fire in the stove.  “Quiet,” he whispered, getting up silently and walking very carefully to where his rifle hung above the door. 

Anna kept her eyes between the caribou and Kristoff’s movements as he slowly brought down the rifle and carefully opened the door and slipped outside.  Anna realized how much he kept up on his home maintenance as the hinges on the door were silent.  She glanced back at the animal who was still pulling the bark off of a tree, straining to see exactly how he was lined up for the shot. 

Kristoff took very careful steps onto the porch and settled the rifle into position.  Anna could just make him out through the edge of the window.  He was talking deep breaths, clearly concentrating.  A gunshot rang out a moment later, startling her a little even though she was no stranger to rifle fire.  She’d gone hunting with her dad plenty of times.

The caribou collapsed to the ground and Anna knew right away that his shot had been dead on, meaning that the animal was killed instantly, basically eliminating any suffering.  She jumped up from her seat and jogged out the door to stand beside Kristoff.  He was taking deep calming breaths, the rifle loose in his hand, and staring at the downed animal. 

“Great shot, Kristoff,” she said after a long moment, wondering why he was just standing there.  

He nodded absentmindedly.   “I was getting really worried,” he said slowly, his voice quiet.  “I don’t have much meat left.  Every hunting day I’ve had lately has been bad.  The animals have been scarce this fall.” 

“Well, I’m glad you had some good fortune then.” 

He looked over and his eyes surprised her.   It was a mixture of a lot of things with an undeniable softness underneath.  “I have to get to this right away.  Do you mind cleaning up from breakfast?”

Anna nodded and offered her hand out for the gun.  “I can put that back for you.”

He smirked at her.  “Think you can reach?”

She guffawed at him.  “I can use the chair if I can’t, wise guy.”

His smile went all natural.  “Alright.  Thank you.”

“I’ll come out and help you after,” she said, turning to go back into the cabin. 

“Uh, it’s a kind of one-person job.  And it’s pretty messy.  I can handle it.  Thanks anyway.”

Anna tried not to let her face fall.  She hated sitting around.  “Anything else I can do then?”

“No, I think you’re good.  You can read a book or play cards.”

“Okay,” she said, failing to keep the dejection out of her tone, and turned into the cabin to clean up the dishes and then do nothing.

*****

“That was fast.”

He looked at Anna as he shut the door.  She was sitting at the table, playing solitaire.  He’d spent the last three hours dressing and butchering the caribou, taking care in his cuts, preserving certain things for his tanning.  The hide was going to make a suitable replacement for the ripped vinyl on the seat of his old snowmobile.  In the end there was not much that needed to be disposed of. 

“Not my first rodeo,” he replied to her comment. 

“So, what now?”

Kristoff walked over to the kitchen and opened a lower cupboard and pulled out a roll of butcher paper.  “Gotta wrap and store all the meat.”

“Can I help?” she asked, scrunching up her nose like she thought he was going to brush her off again.

He turned around and smiled to himself, not letting her see.  “Sure.”

He pulled out his meat grinder and started with the cuts suitable for ground meat, then wrapped everything else and labeled its date and cut with a black sharpie.  With Anna’s help it took him half the time.  She’d taken over the labeling and her penmanship was gorgeous compared to his messy scrawl.   After she passed him all packages to the cellar where be put them away. 

When all was said and done, Anna looked at her watch.  “Holy crap I swear it’s damn near two in the afternoon.  It’s not even eleven.”

Kristoff chuckled.  “Yeah, that tends to happen when you get an early start.”

“So, what now?”

“I should check my beaver traps today,” he muttered, feeling strangely uneasy about having to leave her out again.  It was clear that she did not like lousing around, which admittedly impressed the hell out of him.  “I, uh, only have one pair of snowshoes though.”

Her smile was so natural, it gave him pause.  “I’ve got my own in the plane, if you want some company?”

“Sure.”  He tried to smile back, only his face would no allow it.  His mind was suddenly contemplating his life’s choices again.

Kristoff followed her outside when she was wrapped up again in her winter gear.  He grabbed his snowshoes from their place on his porch, watching her through the tree line for a moment as she brushed the slow off the nose of her plane as she walked by.  She opened the door and disappeared into the snow-covered aircraft.

Kristoff sat on the steps of his porch to put on his snowshoes.  Anna appeared at his side a moment later, and they walked through the clearing to head up the river.

*****

“So, have you been trapping since you first came up here?”

Kristoff glanced down at her.  “Pretty much.  The first year I was too busy just getting everything in place so I could survive.  I studied up on it before I moved up here and started my second year.  I learned a lot as I went along too.”

“How many traps do you keep out?”

“Only enough to pay for my needs each year plus a little extra for anything unexpected.  I could put a lot more out, but it feels like a waste.”

“Take only what you need.”

“Exactly.”

Kristoff stopped and made a sharp turn down a path by the river.  Anna watched as he checked the trap, yielding nothing.  Frustration on his face was clear as he reset the line and started to move to the next one.  Anna followed him along the bank of the river.  It seemed odd that all his traps were coming up empty.  She tried to remember if there was anything different her father had done, but nothing stuck out.  Kristoff, for what she could surmise, set the traps exactly as her father would have.

“Are your traps always so bare?”  Anna asked.  She tried to stop herself from saying anything, and as usual, she never knew when to keep he mouth closed.  Anna closed her eyes bracing for a biting retort from Kristoff.  Instead, she heard him sigh.

“No,” he answered.  There was a solemn expression on Kristoff’s face.  He looked almost worried.  “The traps have been fairly successful.  That is since the end of summer… Now I’m not catching a thing and I don’t know why.  I keep going over it, trying to figure out what I’m doing wrong.”

Anna knew the firs were Kristoff’s livelihood.  They afforded him the critical supplies he needed each year and without them he could be in dire straights.  They kept moving, checking the traps with no improvements. 

There was something in the back of her mind nagging at her.  She couldn’t shake the thought that there was a remedy to Kristoff’s problem.  Another hour passed until Anna was struck with the revelation.  She stopped in her tracks as the lesson of her father played out in her head.  When she looked up to Kristoff, he was far ahead of her trudging to the next trap.

“Kristoff!” she called out. 

He stopped and turned back to her, the annoyance she was slowing him down clearly showing.

“I know what’s wrong!” Anna said through deep breaths.  She had practically ran to catch up with him through the deep snow.  Anna put her hands on her thighs, leaning over trying to catch her breath.  “Why did I think that was a good idea?”

She looked up again and saw Kristoff staring down at her.  Anna straightened up and proclaimed.  “The weather pattern this summer!”

Kristoff tilted his head.  “What?”

“Don’t you remember?  Everyone was talking about-   No.  No, you don’t.”  Anna threw her arms up in frustration then walked past Kristoff, pushing him out of her way as she looked for the next trap.  “Because that would require you watching the news, or reading about it, or talking to people.”  She turned back at Kristoff.  “Do you remember anything odd about this summer?”

“Not really.  It may have rained more than usual.”

“Yes!  But do remember anything else?  How it didn’t cool off?”

Kristoff thought for a moment.  “It did seem to stay warmer longer, now that you mention it.”

“Everyone was talking about it.  Some crazy weather pattern coming up from the Pacific.  It extended the summer.  It hadn’t happened in over twenty years.”

“So?”

“So, this is your problem!  I remember my dad talking about this when I was a girl.  Warm summers extend the feeding season and there isn’t as large of a need for food right now.  You have to adjust your traps to the calmer waters.  The animals aren’t in their usual spots.  They’ll take the bait if it’s in front of them, but they aren’t searching for food as much right now in the open water.”

Kristoff’s gaze shifted to the river.  “Of course,” he whispered.  “Why the hell didn’t I think of that?”

He turned without a word and trudged back to the trap they had just passed.   After he yanked it from the water he surveyed the bank, looking for a good spot.

“I think we need to go back downstream a bit,” Anna said.

He nodded.  “I think you’re right.”

“You have any more up ahead?”

“Yeah, only one.  Let’s just reset the ones we passed and I’ll do that one another day.  It’s getting late anyway.”

He took off in purposeful strides before Anna could agree, slugging the heavy trap with him.  When they got to the next trap Anna offered to carry it.  He gave her a curious look before shaking his head quickly.  She followed him to the third trap and offered again.  He shrugged and handed it to her before he took off again.

Anna struggled with the weigh of the metal.  Kristoff was carrying two like they weighed nothing.  At least the split in the river was in sight now.  As soon as she had mentioned calmer waters, she knew that was where Kristoff was going to place the traps. 

She stopped beside Kristoff as his gaze swept the river.  “What do you think?”

Anna didn’t even realize he was asking her until he looked down at her in question.

“Oh, you mean me?” she laughed nervously.  “Sorry, I wasn’t… I mean, I didn’t know you wanted…. I just thought you knew where you wanted to place them after I mentioned…”

“Where would your father have put them” he prodded gently.  “I’ve never had an issue like this before.   Honestly, I’m at a loss.”

Anna looked out at the movement of the river.  There was an area up ahead where a tree had come down.  “Over there,” she pointed to what she was looking at.  “That tree that’s still half on the bank?  There’s probably a lot of debris stuck under the water making a calm spot on the other side.”

Kristoff followed her gaze then turned back and nodded.  He trudged ahead and went down to the bank to set the trap.  When he came back up, he grabbed the two remaining traps.  “Where else?”

They walked a quarter of a mile further where Anna found another spot near a natural rock formation.  Kristoff set the trap and they set off the place the last one. 

Anna spotted another great spot almost at the end of the split where the river rejoined itself.  It was tricky to get to and Kristoff had to take off his snowshoes and wade into the river.  Anna was worried he would fall into the icy water but he was more sure-footed than she realized.  He scrambled back up the bank and put his snowshoes back on.

With that task accomplished, they started to head back to the cabin.  Anna was very glad he decided to leave the last trap for another time.   She was getting exhausted from trudging through the deep snow and Kristoff showed no signs of slowing.  She wondered again about what kind of stamina it must take to do this stuff all day long every damn day.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

dawg my body is so ready for seeing your human versions of the gang. like the need to draw these sillies is JUST TOO DAMN GREAT--(please don't take this as "OMG HURRY UP", i'm just very excited to see your interpretations!)

well shit now i gotta buckle down on brushing up + improving upon my human scribbling skills, which - meager to begin with - have deteriorated due to Puppet Disease (and i say this with playful exasperation. i've been needing an excuse to Practice and this is a damn good one)

though i will say! i'll be adhering to the ~canon~ human versions we've been gifted via Clown's pokemon au. ofc since we don't know what Howdy, Poppy, Sally, and Eddie look like, i'll have to think of something myself

[themyscirah]

But look at us Luke, we're the ones left alone, holding some rich monster's pain. All of existence, built on his violence. All of space-time, humming to life with a single inviolate rule. Give the hero something to punch.

[feralhoekage]

😂 interesting.

[local-ginger-snap]

INTRO POST:

Hello! This is an ask account, which means exactly what the name suggests

Albert's posts will be written normally and tagged as #albert-answers

OOC posts will be written like this and tagged as #OOC

Nothing NSFW under any circumstances please. I am a minor, and so is this character. If you tag me in things of the sorts, you will immediately be blocked.

Shipping with any of the characters is fine, just remember the above rule!

Things To Know About This Albert:

Last Updated - 10/8

- 17

- Autistic. Neurodiversity was obviously a touchy subject at the time, but he's definitely autistic

- Illegally married to Racetrack. Only a few people know about it however

- Massive interest in butterflies and most insects and could talk non stop about them for hours if he could

- Somewhat able to read but cannot write to save his life

- Has been to the refuge before, but only for a short time before he made an escape with Henry and Smalls

- Very much considers his friends like brothers to him

- Stress-Cook. Depending on the day, the Lodge gets some damn good dinners

- August 5th birthday! Our boy is a Leo

- Gay and Transmasc :)

- Irish on his mam's side and Portuguese on his dad's. He speaks fluent Gaeilge but very little Portuguese ( This stems from the fact I totally forgot that DaSilva is definitely not an Irish name. However, I only know gaeilge, so it's gonna be that he just doesn't want to associate himself with anything that reminds him of his dad, and it's just a fun part of the lore! That cool with everybody? Cool :] )

- Pale as a ghost with a shit ton of freckles (he might he a leprechaun. /j)

- Burns ridiculously easily

ANGST!

- Possibly has some sort of anxiety or panic disorder, but it goes unspoken about unless he's seriously struggling with it

- Technically works for his dad. Half the money he makes goes straight to him

- Speaking of his dad, he is not a good person. Neither is his older brother. Albert can not stand them for some of the things they've done to him

- His mother and older sister passed away when he was younger, but he still thinks about them a lot

- He doesn't talk about his past very often, only bringing it up when it's seriously necessary

*more to be added as we go on!*

Enjoy!

[denzartriste]

So i have this traffic light series monster au(no better name for it it's literally "trafic light monster" in my notes) and in it Cleo is a zombie. Kinda. See the thing is that before they were a zombie they were a witch (still are) and anyways while they were fully alive she did a resurencion spell(?) on herself. Don't ask me why i dont have all the details, i'll figure it out. My thoughts with it are maybe they were dying/on deaths doorstep or something, unsure. But anyways yeah so now every couple of months they have to re-resurrect themselves because the spell heals them a bit but then she's back to square one and back to actively dying. And i seemed to have zoned out and wrote a 1.2k word sickfic of that going on. If i dont finish the pirate au chapter 2 by the 11th i think im just gonna clean it up a bit and post it to keep my schedule

Anyways yeah never doubt a sick person looking for sickfics and finding nothing because they'll just make one themselves i guess

[the-heaminator]

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[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting

Character: Panacea

Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.

But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?

The world becomes the hunter then.

Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.

It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.

He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.

It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.

He's exhausted.

Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?

He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.

[tuiyla]

Tara's cousin is Amy Adams???

[aroace-number-eight]

Hate going to google images to find image references and fancasts for Reborn characters and finding my art there instead

I made those in 2020 they mean nothing to me now

[gurorori]

2 anyone who become victim of me likin n rebloggin hundreds of their posts at a time. im a lil sorry but also please take it as a compliment cuz dat means i really resonate with yr vibes & like wat u say & reblog n iim sorry for prolly ruinin yr notifs so so badly

[pizzabookbuying]

there are so many ‘best’ AUs and the ones I label as they best definitely change according to my mood but right now the BEST kind is the kind where the AU reveals that in different circumstances the two characters end up in completely opposite roles in their dynamic because the SOULMATISM of it all—the realization that these people respond EXACTLY the same way to things—THATS EVERYTHING TO ME RIGHT NOW