then he heard it again

just a very faint yelp, as if some tiny person were calling for help-- !! STATUS: LOW ACTIVITY independent | semi-selective | non-mutual exclusive (an ask/rp sideblog for horton the elephant with seussical influences. follows back as personal blog @infini-tree)

[heardwho]

i say, how confusing!      i’ve never heard tell--           of a small speck of dust that is able to yell!

indie, semi-selective, non-mutual exclusive ask / rp sideblog horton the elephant, listened by mells. follows back as personal blog @infini-tree​

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YOUR PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE IS:

Quality Time

In Quality Time, nothing says "I love you" like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes you feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed activities, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful. Whether itʼs spending uninterrupted time talking with someone else or doing activities together, you deepen your connection with others through sharing time.

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i might not be great with words, but when i look at you, my day's better. that's how i know i love you.

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you teach ‘em earth, and i will teach ‘em sky just call my name, and i’ll see you through

[heardwho]

HEADCANONS feat. little junebug aka june aka junior:

as of right now, she’s toddler-aged. she’s bigger than the average chick, but smaller than the average elephant calf

most of the noises she can make as of now are bird based-- chirps, tweets, even a few honks as seen with the last ask. elephant trumpets are a little bit out of her skill right now

she inherited mayzie’s plumage, colorwise at least. in-text, i refer to her as having downy feathers, but even those have a reddish tint

due to Seussian Surrealness, as she ages, the red either becomes a little colder red/have pale blue streaks (haven’t decided yet tbh) as a result of being parented by gertrude. listen, if the elephant-bird being an elephant-bird is a big metaphor for how parents influence their kids, then it should stand to reason that gertrude’s presence changed her as horton sitting on her egg did-- not as much, but enough for it to be noticeable

blissfully unaware of how a good chunk of the jungle doesn’t know what to make of her. on that note, the jungle kids horton teaches post-who are just as befuddled, but they’re chill and nice about it

[heardwho]

oh you “love” your newborn child? Name three of her albums

Horton lets out a short laugh, caught off-guard with the statement, before beaming. “Oh, that’s easy!”

The elephant makes a big show of thinking. “There’s the Early Bird song, our special lullaby, if you count duets… and the third one, the most important one–” Horton began with a joking severity, “Is the Going to the Pool– oh–” and he’s distracted by an elephant-sized pile of downy feathers. “Y’wanna demonstrate for ‘em, Junebug?”

He scoops up the elephant-bird up with his trunk and croons out the first few notes to incite her. She lets loose a few notes that sounds like set of jaunty honks– the closest approximation to an elephant’s trumpet she has, before nuzzling into the trunk-embrace.

“Concert hall’s closed, I guess,” he joked quietly. “Speaking of which, I gotta go sing that ol’ lullaby.”

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                       and rain will make the   [   FLOWERS   ]   grow  .   .   .

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Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment! 

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tumblr posts sentence meme

went through my personal and took stuff from gif sets, text posts, photosets, etc. feel free to change around however you see fit!

‘ god , it’s so long. ‘

‘ it’s so hot , man. ‘ 

‘ i hope we never get to see each other again. ‘

‘ my problem is that i push people away and then hate them for leaving. ‘

‘ i can stop whenever i want. these are just choices. ‘

‘ all i’m saying is we both got $2 , if we put it together we can get a 4 for 4 from wendy’s and split it. ‘

‘ switching babies ? how hard can it be ? ‘

‘ i am gay but he’s not my boyfriend cause i can do much better than him. ‘

‘ oh you ‘ love ‘ your newborn child ? name three of their albums. ‘

‘ what the hell are you ? ‘

‘ i am [name] and you are mine. ‘

‘ may i offer any further ass ? ‘

‘ are you in the bathroom in the dark ? ‘

‘ suffer. ‘

‘ she puts the ‘ itch ‘ in bitch. ‘

‘ this is my lazy sunday ! ‘

‘ whoa ! he stole that guy’s pizza ! ‘

‘ you have the face of an angel. ‘

‘ … pathetic. ‘

‘ why are you eating ice cream in the winter ? ‘

‘ she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second , smaller smug look underneath. ‘

‘ work , go home , internet , sleep. ‘

‘ god, imagine sharing a bed with the person you love. chatting about dumb things ! just sleeping ! it’s like a sleepover but every night , how sweet is that !!!! ‘

‘ i’m single and ready to flamingle ! ‘

‘ hahaha ! don’t expect mouth to mouth ! ‘

‘ do you think washers and dryers are like , actually friends or work friends ? ‘

[ screams at top of lungs ] ‘ i’m cool. i’m fine. ‘

‘ ammo ? more like BL — AMMO ! ‘

‘ i almost fell down a well yesterday. ‘

‘ i support men’s rights. men’s rights to shut the fuck up. ‘

‘ so you’re breaking up with me because i’m too … [hair color] ?! ‘

‘ i love you and i like you. ‘

‘ i’d marry you for your money in a minute. ‘

‘ my life sucks. i’m going to bed. ‘

[heardwho]

[ tonight’s late night Think: if i ever have a human verse/icons, do i use horton’s broadway-sanctioned humansona c/hamb/erlain or my own design that i’ve already drawn a few times

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symbol meme - ♫ .|  sing to my muse .

His ears perked up at the sound of the beginning notes of a song. The elephant looked up to the canopy above, but the cover of leaves was so thick, he couldn’t see hide nor hair of his mystery songster. Perhaps they were shy?

He thought for a moment. Perhaps a duet of sorts would bolster their confidence. He hums back the same few notes into the open air. They call back with a continuation. Call, response. Call, response, maybe a little bit of freeform on Horton’s part.

And what seemed like forever, the response never came. He tried to pick up where he left off, leaving the tune unfinished in the hopes that the other would finish it.

Nothing but the soft rustle of leaves answered him.

“Oh…” he murmured.

Hopefully they’ll come back.

[heardwho]

[ HEY do YOU want blogcanon fics that end abruptly? of course you do here you go

but real talk im on my Final finals weeks so hopefully i’ll have time to do things here. for now, have this thing i wrote on my off time when i was bored of hearing buffering class lectures ]

In two days, Gertrude McFuzz noticed a distinct lack of elephantine rumbling and bumbling in the jungle.

It wasn’t like she and Horton were in any way close-- they were friendly, but they weren’t friends. They’ve had some polite conversation here and there, but they were brief and tapered awkwardly at the end. It may seem silly, but it felt like they were kindred spirits,in a way. They were both overlooked and unappreciated for one reason or another. Her with her looks, Horton with his eccentricities.

In the next three was when she heard of the news. Word on the grapevine was that the elephant had gotten captured by hunters. As much as the animals perched up and around there were gossipy, it was the one common thread in all their embellished tales.

“S-- shouldn’t we stop ‘em?” she asked the animals hanging around the grapevine, voice trembling in frantic energy. “We can’t just… let them just take Horton away, can we? ”

“That’s just the way things are.”

She turned around. The air was no less than fresh, but the atmosphere had quickly… soured, to say the least.

Jane hopped up to the clearing, eyeing the other animals, who had gone silent. “It’s unfortunate,” she drawled in a way that, frankly, showed her concern. That is to say, very little at all. “None of us can change that, and to try that would be foolish.”

“But--”

“But nothing,” she snapped back, leaning in a bit too close. Her joey mirrored the movement. “Better him than any of us.”

And much to Gertrude's dismay and horror, she saw the animals chorus an agreement.

The bird wanted to say so many things. That, if she was so smart, why couldn’t she figure out a way that wouldn’t be quote-unquote foolish. How nature changed constantly-- it was nature, why was this the one thing that couldn’t change? How, even if the kangaroo didn’t care for Horton, it was still a terrible thing to say, regardless! 

Well, she didn’t. Gertrude just shrank away until she left. But she wanted to say something, that had to count for something.

For the next few weeks, Gertrude thought back to their last conversation. 

It was a common occurrence to have Horton get an earful from ol’ Jane that it would be more worrisome if it didn’t happen lately. Which was ridiculous. She didn’t remember what riled up that sour kangaroo, but it was enough for it to make a big enough scene.

“She was right,” he mumbled after the fact. His expression was apologetic. “I mean, it was kind of silly.”

“Silly or not,” Gertrude shook her head. “You’re too nice for your own good.”

“It’s better than to be too mean for my own good.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “My own… bad? Hm.”

“I think I get it.” Gertrude flitted to a nearby tree branch. “But seriously-- one ‘f these days, someone should say that she was wrong for once.”

Horton was silent, brows knitted together. You could practically see him turn the statement in his mind’s eye like a particularly difficult coconut to open, looking for a way to crack it open and make sense of it.

“I don’t know about you, but I can go for a quick cool-down cool dip in the pool,” he said in lieu of an answer. It wasn’t so much that Horton didn’t care, so much that he was hesitating to follow through on a thought he’s clearly thought about before. “You coming with?”

Gertrude wanted to call him out on it, to just speak his mind for once because if none of the other animals would listen to him, she would. But she didn’t.

In fifty-one weeks, Gertrude was surprised to hear that rumbling a year later.

For a minute, she had thought herself to be dreaming, but a particularly large tremor knocked that theory out the window. And also knocked her off her perch. With as much grace as she could muster, which was very little in these early hours, she swooped down in front of--

“Oh! Uh, is-- is this your tree?" Before the bird could say anything edgewise, Horton backed away and into the underbrush, trunk positioned behind his ear awkwardly. "Sorry! We'll just get out of your feathers.”

“We?” She quirked her head to the side, eyes widening as she realized that he was treating her like the animals who thought him as a nuisance. “Wait, Horton!”

And so he waited. And looked at her and thought. There was a long breadth of silence where the bird squirmed in her own skin-- oh, he’s forgotten me--

“…Gertrude?” The elephant’s posture slackened, but only barely. He was still on edge, still trying to shrink away.

She let out a sigh of relief. Was it selfish to even be relieved? “Yeah.”

“Sorry, it’s been a long-- well, fifty-one weeks, apparently.” Horton’s tone near the end had a sudden bit of wryness that caught the bird off guard.

And past that, the elephant looked different. Not by much, but in the ways that were important. There were bags under his eyes that hadn’t been there before. He was still smiling, but it was frailer than she remembered. More importantly was that he was trembling. Not out of fear-- well, maybe slightly out of fear, but not completely. It was more like his legs were unused to carrying his own weight.

And just as abruptly as it came, the sudden bitterness fizzled out. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. How have you been?”

“How have I--” the bird shook her head. “How have you been? How did you escape the hunters?”

“It’s… a long story, and not a very nice one.” A small peep rang out from behind him as he shook his head. “Perhaps another time?”

Gertrude wanted to say that she had been worried sick, that she was relieved, that she wanted to help him, that--

You know what, no! 

Gertrude said, “No.”

“N-- no?”

“No,” she settled on it. “Listen, you don’t need to tell your whole story, or any part of your story--”

“Gertrude--”

“-- But just, please stay. You look like you’re gonna keel over at any rate--”

“-- I really appreciate it, but--”

“-- And I know you’re gonna say somethin’ like it’s fine and it doesn’t matter, but it does matter!--”

A loud warble echoed from behind Horton and through the treetops. The elephant winced, and he was forced to move his trunk-- and its contents-- back to a more natural way of holding. 

Whatever it was, it was feathery and crying.

“Please don’t be so loud.” The elephant sighed and settled down as he tried to settle it down. “Do you-- um… mind waiting for a moment, Gertrude?”

“U-- um, no?” she looked between him and the sprig of downy feathers having a tantrum-- a tantrum she caused, no less-- trying to figure out how and when Horton got a child in the year he had been gone.

The elephant turned away from her, more out of embarrassment than any attempt to hide the child. He began to rock the clump of downy feathers in his trunk, humming something under his breath. The baby’s fits grew quieter until the sad warbles turned to contented cheeps.

The feathers began to turn and shift, and Gertrude can see sleepy eyes. Its wings unfurled, and revealed--

“An elephant-bird!” she breathed.

It looked like an elephant in every way, shape, and form. Well, except for the wings. And except for the voice, 'cause that's how a bird sings.

Or rather, peeped sleepily as it suckled on its trunk. Gertrude stared with wide eyes as it drifted off to sleep.

“You said you wanted to know what happened, right?” he said, finally cutting through the relative silence.

In half an hour, Horton told his whole tale. Or at least, the parts he was willing to share. He talked about Mayzie and the egg, how the hunters got him since he refused to leave. How, after the egg hatched, some other people took him and the baby, and did something to them, before dropping them off near the jungle.

What he didn’t talk about was the year he was missing proper. The hurt was still there, still so fresh, so Gertrude stays silent, for now at least.

But there was one thing nagging at her.

“Why were you hiding her earlier?”

Horton’s gaze lowered to the baby in the makeshift nest the bird made for her. It was that same look from a year ago, right down to the hesitation to place fault to a party that wasn’t himself. “It was… an automatic response,” he settled on, clearly unsatisfied. “There were others that weren't as kind.”

“Well, clearly they need their eyes checked,” Gertrude said in an attempt to alleviate the mood. She diverted her attention to the baby and began to coo at it. “The others have no account for taste, do they, baby?”

The elephant-bird continued to suckle on her trunk.

“Was it that ol’ Sour Kangaroo? I bet it was.”

Horton didn’t say anything, but his ears did. He began fanning them, each impact on his side letting out a small crack-crack. If she didn’t know better it looked like the elephant was… angry.

“S-- she didn’t know what happened, and said a lot of t-- terrible things--” His voice was trembling. Even his body was, too. “About me, about Mayzie, about…”

His gaze drifted to the sleeping elephant-bird.

“What did you do?”

“I told her… I told her it was none of her business,” he spat out, almost ashamed. Even if such a statement was so mild, it was a lot coming from him. “It was one thing when it was just me, but...”

Horton trailed off, unsure of how to finish it. Or rather, unsure of how to convey it in a way that didn’t place blame on the other. Even if it was ol’ Sour’s fault. He covered his face with his ears. The elephant’s entire body slumped further into the ground.

[heardwho]

// I just found this blog and it’s almost 1 am and I am. So close to sobbing. Over “they were at bird school (which is for birds)”

[ i’m a bit late to this– finals and the whole social climate are kinda leaving me sluggish everywhere for the time being, but hey! welcome and thanks for enjoying the Goof™ ]

[heardwho]

April Fool’s, more like ‘Hide From the Wickershams Day’.

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me: p.. please focus on schoolwork for once

brain: oh? you want to do a screencap edit? a hhaw screencap edit? design gertrude mcfuzz but as an actual bird? you fool.

(and the original screencap if anyone’s interested)

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