A very low-activity & selective rp blog for Rabbit from Disney's Winnie the Pooh — 🥕 { rules | bio | navi } originally est. 2013
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@gardencr
A very low-activity & selective rp blog for Rabbit from Disney's Winnie the Pooh — 🥕 { rules | bio | navi } originally est. 2013
My recent posts are marked as "potentially mature content" for some reason??? There's nothing R rated going on at all.
phoebelcsts asked:
"Your garden is beautiful! You did a great job. You should be proud of yourself."
"Why yes, yes, thank you. I am."
@lechatlucifer asked:
"Rabbit? Do you have any gourds?" Roo asked as he hopped back a bit from Rabbit's door. "Tigger and I are gonna have a race and we wanna use something other than sticks. Mama says they float or something like that."
Rabbit held the door open and looked around at eye-level for a moment before remembering to lower his gaze, then kindly peered down at the little joey. "Yes, of course, Roo!" said Rabbit cheerfully. "I've...oh, oh no."
"They're usually not ready until at least early autumn. I-It's far too early!"
He would have left it at that, but he caught the tiniest shift in Roo's face, the smallest scrunch of disappointment, and Rabbit promptly patted him on the head before it could come to fruition. "BUT...if it's only two you need, perhaps you and I could have a look in the garden and see if any are nearly ready. Of course, we would have to cut them open and scoop everything out. That can get a bit messy. Do you think you could help me with that part?"
@hxzelwallflower asked:
What a lovely array of plants. Carrots , radishes , lettuce , why it's perfectly organized. Although it's a bit small compared to the one she has. Then again, she prefers it that way. It wouldn't be a big deal if not for the fact it's practically in the middle of nowhere, and with no buildings in sight she can only wonder who's taking care of it .
Seems her yearly foraging has led her a bit too far. That or she's stumbled across some wild vegetables. Either way it's a nice change of view compared to the ivy bushes she'd been sifting through.
The garden stood alone as far as one could tell, save for one large oak tree standing in the clearing. Unlike people, rabbits didn't care much in the way of brick and mortar and sharp corners, and preferred the sort of home that could be unassuming and safely tucked away. If one were to circle the perimeter, they might notice that the tree in fact did have a wooden door, and a large mound around at the opposite end. It wasn’t entirely certain which of the two was meant to be the proper entrance--but the mound had a hole in it just the right size for a small mammal, and much too small for anything bigger to bother with.
A high-pitched whistle was coming from within.
Jabari sucked in a breath, clearly knowing that he was heard. He can't even be stealthy due to how tall and big he is, letting out an exhale of exhaustion. Maybe he should've showed his face and ask Rabbit if help was needed but instead he stayed out of sight so he slowly stepped out from where he was hiding. "Apologies, it slipped my mind that a rabbit's hearing is a lot more sharp." He kept his distance.
"Wasn't sure how you'd feel about me offering help out of nowhere so I stayed quiet which didn't...turn out great." He can feel a bit of awkwardness hitting him and yet he groaned a bit, dragging a hoof down his face.
Not a Pooh, not a Piglet, not even a Roo!
"Oh!"
Rabbit couldn't help the way he startled, any ounce of bravado fading away as the stranger came out from the woods. A stranger? A very large stranger. He frowned, the grip on his tools faltering as the handle of his spade slipped and dug uncomfortably into his side. As he adjusted, another tool fell to his feet. And another. And another, until he'd dropped everything.
"Good...afternoon," is all he can think to say, wrapping his arms around himself. "No! No, not at all! I didn't mean for--well, you see, I thought you were someone else entirely."
Should he still invite him in for that meal?
"What were you doing over there?" asked Rabbit cautiously, thankful for the distance between them.
Still alive, just busy!
Good god, Gopher, how deep is that hole?!
The gay cottage core blueprint.
They’ll never make me hate you, RaRa x
Now you have him shrinking even further behind the fence.
If the woods could swallow him up right now, that'd be great. One of the biggest reasons for his choice of career, wasn't his passion alone. It was to make others happy. After all the time he'd spent in the movie industry, he'd almost grown a fear of making others sad, or angry. Personally, anyway. When it came to actual films, all was fair game.
The whole point of them, was to make others feel a wide range of emotions.
He'd hardly noticed he was holding his breath, not until Rabbit's voice grew softer. There was a sharp exhale. Along with an almost comical series of deep inhales. Projecting notes was easy. Keeping a breath in? Total opposite. He was lucky to hold a breath longer than a few seconds before he'd be stomping his feet in an attempt to distract himself from the sensation.
Well. With that finished. Was leaping into a garden the reason for all this? He didn't get the big deal. What he did get, was the importance of understanding the feelings of others. His confidence was back, now that Rabbit was speaking more softly.
"Listen, I'm sorry for landing in your garden. Guess it's a bit of a habit. I spent nearly my entire life working on a farm. But I was never allowed to dance there. Kinda excites me when I get to make a presentation around plants. Especially when they're such beautifully maintained root vegetables."
Did he notice that? Of course he did. He hadn't done the exact math or anything, but it had to be at least twenty two years he'd spent doing farm work, give or take. This cat could identify vegetables, flowers, herbs. All by name, and classification. He wasn't even trying to compliment the garden. To him, it was just an observation.
...He's smiling again. Unless it was a serious personal attack on who he was, it was pretty hard to keep him down.
"But didja really have to yell? If I'd damaged anything, I'd have definitely helped righting what I'd done wrong! You'd be amazed how quickly some plants perk up if you sing to them."
From a little smile, to a big one, hands going behind his back.
"Ah-- Anyway. I was introducing myself. I'm Danny! And I was also asking if you'd tell me your name, sir. Gotta give ya credit, it takes a lot of love to have a garden of any kind!"
"You can't blame me for being protective!"
Rabbit marched hare'd right up to the gate, regarding this DANNY as he wheezed and spluttered for breath. But then he'd gone and stood up as if he hadn't just hyperventilated on the spot, and grinned. What a strange...well, stranger. Rabbit regarded him with a careful look, twisting his hands anxiously as he wondered if he should hold worry for him.
The apology was quietly accepted, but the compliments? Suspicious. And he was excited about plants? No, he must be pulling his leg! Flattering him, stringing him along! Just to butter him up so he didn't raise his voice again. And yet...
"I'm RABBIT," said he, chest puffed out boastfully all the same. "And yes, well, I've heard it helps to talk to them. Although...singing. Yes! Yes, I see. That's just talking with decoration. Talking long-ly. Maybe better, even."
He cleared his throat.
"--Does it work?"
@gardencr from X
Whoa whoa whoa. Why was he being yelled at?
He was just trying to make friendly conversation! Apparently he'd done something wrong. But what was wrong with where he was standing? He was a farm cat! If anyone knew how to avoid damaging crops (and flowers, for that matter), it was him!
On set? Being yelled at was pretty standard. Off set? He didn't take it nearly as well. He was only used to yelling from humans.
He's sort of frozen for a moment. Then that final 'OUT!' gets this cat running with just as much speed as he'd arrived. He sort of hid behind the door of Rabbit's garden, peeking only his eyes out, paws curled around the wood. No outward body language of fear, but it was a physical impossibility to hide emotions in one part of him.
His emerald eyes. He couldn't fake them.
"Y'don't have to yell, y'know."
What's with this rabbit?
"Don't have to yell? Don't have to yell--?!"
Rabbit took in a deep breath, puffing himself up as if preparing to do just that, but found himself deflating before he built up the gusto to do so. Instead, he let the breath out in a weary sort of sigh. The cat hadn't destroyed anything, after all.
"Oh...oh, fine." he surrendered begrudgingly, now seeing that he may have frightened the other. "But I won't have you leaping into my garden again. Not when the whole wood is out there."
Rabbit had fallen victim to Tigger's gleeful destruction many a time, but he wasn't about to let there be two of them, thank you kindly.
"What...was it you were saying again?"
He wouldn't apologize, but his voice was quieter, and he was making his way over to the gate now.
Maybe someone would think a walk through the woods would be nice. That someone would have never met this cat, who was dancing through the woods instead. All the open space, with trees to use for swinging and jumping off of? There was a reason he loved being out in nature way more than he enjoyed the city.
Even with the energetic movement, he was still hyperaware of his surroundings in every way. He didn't miss a single step, nor did he crash into anything. Bending his knees just a little more, a massive leap was taken, and he did somersaults off of a branch, over and over with increasing speed, before letting go. Then he practically glided through the air, frontal flipping the entire time until landing in a certain someone's garden.
Though one would notice, he didn't damage a single thing, even in his landing. And the rabbit in question was met with a grin. This feline wasn't even tired!
"Well hi there! Are you from around here? I'm not, but you know what they say. If you're having fun, are you really lost?"
A chuckle. Danny was way too extroverted and friendly for his own good.
"I'm Danny! Mind if I ask your name, sir?"
“Oh no! Oh no no no!” Rabbit cried, rushing over with flailing paws, certain that this...this bouncing stranger had already crushed his cabbages, trampled his turnips, clobbered his carrots, and then some. His eyes darted over the rows--only to find everything perfectly intact.
Still, the fright was damage enough.
He straightened up, fur bristling, and stomped a foot as he jabbed a finger toward the front gate, voice tight with indignation.
“N-Nevermind all that!” he sputtered. “If you please, I’d rather you...not…be…standing there! Get out! Out!"
Rabbit might be more inclined to answer his questions (perhaps even pleasantly), if the other would do the sensible thing and take his dancing paws out of his garden first.
The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1988 - 1992) dir. Carole Beers and Karl Geurs