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//Off to bed again... Sorry I didn't get to reply to everyone! Been so busy lately, but I'm glad I was able to come on for a little bit. Thanks for the follows and asks today~ Finally getting some headcanons out there. They come pretty easy when prompted lol Goodnight guys :D
What do you like to eat?
”Cake! Tigger’s love cake~ Rootbeer floaties~ Banana splits! Tiggers like a lot of food… but not that icky-sticky stuff Pooh Bears love so much.” He didn’t have to worry about the heffalumps and woozles coming to steal from him, that was for sure~
Well… maybe the spare pot he kept around for when his fluffy friend came to visit.
*Hugs* I want you to always be happy. (Same goes for Mun!)
Aww… some of these Anonymisters were awfully sweet. “Hoho, staying happy and giving hugs are what Tiggers do best!” He hugged the gray-face back of course, wondering if they were good at staying cheerful too?
//akdgjkdk Aww… thank you ;w; What a sweetie Anon~ I want you to always stay happy too!
It was rare that he visited the library — rarer that he sought out the children’s section. Today he was searching for a book for Vivi, however. It wasn’t often that he was half so kind, at least not in a direct way. He expected the book to be childish, to have pictures with soft colours and characters that made no sense. He didn’t expect for the book itself to glow, nor the sensation that followed. His vision was white for a moment, and as it began to clear and his surrounding took form, Seifer was sure he must have been dreaming. Maybe a book had fallen and knocked him on the head.
Houses made of trees and tiny gates — it certainly wasn’t any part of Twilight Town that he had arrived in. “I need to wake up.” He decided. “I need to wake up and never step into a library again.” Not that it was likely. Fingers curling in the grass, he tried to determine how realistic the dream was. It was pretty realistic, by his standards. Breathing a sigh, he got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and contemplating how to get out of the dream.
"Maybe I should pinch myself and see if it works."
It was a rather stormy, and blustery day in the Hundred Acre woods, dark clouds filling the sky; the promise of rain easy to see. Not the best day for outdoor activities... And yet, Tigger found it hard staying cooped up. If he wore a raincoat... he'd be prepared for all that water, right? A little bouncing before it truly began to storm was in his best interest! Maybe everyone else's too. A day without bouncing... left a very anxious Tigger, one that bounced far more than usual.
The stuffed Tigger was springing away on his tail, "hoohoohoohoo-ing" as he went, spotting an unfamiliar kid roaming around the woods. "A visitor? Hoho! He must be like a Tigger~" He was the only other soul he'd seen at there that day. Though he'd only been out for a few minutes.
No consideration was required to go see this newcomer, excitement apparent as Tigger bounced his way over. And... right into the beanie-clad blonde. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, both tumbling back until the taller was against the grass, Tigger quite comfy on his belly. "Hello! Name's Tigger~ T-i-double gah-er! That spells Tigger~ Do ya like playin' in the muddy puddles too Buddy-boy?" Because a Tigger knew that was bound to happen soon. The rain would be coming any time now...
"A feller detective!" Well... Tigger hadn't been in the business for a while, but just knowing this guy was one... made him want to start it up again. "I bet ya heard of Tigger... Private Ear!" Anyone in their profession would, after all~
Frederick glanced at the stuffed tiger with an extremely perplexed expression on his face. Now this is something he didn’t see everyday, though he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised or excited to see new faces…or stuffed ones? “I’m sorry, I can not say that I have. Though, I am sure you are a mighty fine detective.”
Hadn’t heard of him?! Why… that’s unheard of! He was the greatest detective of all~ Solved only the most complex, seemingly hopeless cases. So many looked up to him for guidance. “Of course I am! Did ya hear about the Nose-Warmer Mystery? Solidified by yours truly~” And created, too.
"Another supery hero?!" Well this was just his lucky week... he'd been wanting to pull the "Masked Offender" out of retirement, what with all the crime in the Hundred Acre Woods those days... "Where's your cape?"
"You’re a tiger."
"A tiger? Hoho, ya forgot the double gah! Unlessin' ya mean another animal?" But... he was pretty sure tigers couldn't compare to a Tigger's heroic skills.
"Bunny-boy... do my ears deceive-y me? Did ya say... ya like to hop?"
"Tigger! Ha ha ha! Hoppin’ is my most favoritest thing to do! You knew that, didn’t ya? Rabbits were made for hopping. Look at me hop, hop, hop! Tiggers may be good bouncers, but Rabbits are the goody-ist hoppers.”
So his ears were correct after all? Well it was about time someone got into the bouncing spirit! Or... hopping, in Rabbit's case. "Well why didn't ya say so Rabbit?! Hoho, to think we went all these centuries without being jumpity-pals. Wanna do what Rabbit's do best, and hop that tree?" He'd lead the way with his bouncing, of course~ That form of jumping did cover the most ground, after all.
Tigger was singing a tune, one that... didn't have much to do with anything, but a whole lot to do with everything. So much in fact... that he wasn't paying attention to what lay before him. "Oh the birdies and the treesies go- oohhhh!" He'd fallen right into a hole, one that fell for some time until... 'plop'. He'd landed right on top of something. Or... someone.
Gopher looked up from his work after he was sure that he did heard someone. And….yes. Someone obviously came to ‘visit’ him. And now….he was directly under Tigger."Fsssshht…Hey there sonny. Fssssht. Found the door?"
"Yeah... I do that a lot, don't I Gopher?" he replied, rubbing his sore bottom when he realized... "Gopher! Hoho, long time no see chummy~" He rolled off his small friend, now on his hands and knees, looking down to the other. "Were ya hopin' I'd drop in?"
"Oh~ That's a interestinable sticky!" Tigger exclaimed, bouncing around the other and stopping to poke a paw at the large weapon. A lot of games were coming to mind to him then... A lot that involved that big toy of his. "Wanna play some nut crackers?"
Terra quirked a brow at the energetic tiger that seemed to approach him from out of nowhere. He was too caught up trying to keep up with the sudden burst of energy—and the made up word—that he just let the stranger poke his Earthshaker, pulling it slowly away only after the fact. He seemed like he meant well, and the apprentice didn’t want him to hurt himself.
"Nut crackers?" He asked, a little curious. He decided to play along, and figure this character out. "How do you play that?"
kingofthebeasties:
Terra frowned and cocked his head, the confusion evident in his furrowed brows and on his cool features. The game sounded simple enough and even enjoyable for those who played it, but it was the overall childishness in it that surprised him. He shouldn’t have been shocked, really, but when was the last time the apprentice ever freely participated in such things? He couldn’t remember.
However, he couldn’t say no when his gaze tried to follow the fast pace of the orange animal, the energy purely innocent. He smiled, faintly. “Yeah, it sounds fun.” He agreed with a nod of his head.
At the stranger’s idea, Terra’s face lit up, the curiosity returning for another surprise. “We could use a basket, if you have any in mind?” He offered.
"Fantastical! I know just the spot to play~" He moved closer to the tall male, reaching up to grab his hand to start pulling him along. Though the idea his newest friend gave, had him pausing.
A basket... now that was a good nut-catcher! "Hoho! I like your thinkin'! Say... speakin' of thinkin', I don't think I know your name! Are ya part Tigger maybe?" That would explain his brilliant ideas~ Tigger smiled, beginning to lead the other along again, already having something in mind. And he wouldn't even have to go to Rabbit's to get it!
"We just gotta stop by my Tigger tree! I got the perfectionist barrel!"
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At the edge, Rabbit was horrified. He pulled at his ears, clawed at his head, and hesitantly tried to climb down before pulling himself up to the top again. Should he have gone for help? He wasn’t sure. He could have run home and found a rope, though he wasn’t sure if it was long enough. He could have employed the help of another resident of the Wood, though, and that seemed to be the more practical plan.
But he heard a sharp crunch come from a place somewhere off to the left of where he’d imagined Tigger must have landed, perhaps a little closer to the top of the ditch, and immediately stilled. Maybe there was a jagular down there, in which case running for help wouldn’t have done much good. He’d have been eaten by then—or…whatever-it-was jagulars did, since Rabbit didn’t exactly know what they were.
As the sound of a long, echoed something (maybe a ‘help,’ maybe something else) reached his ears, Rabbit grabbed a nearby branch and began carefully climbing down. If worst came to worst, he’d scare off the jagular with it.
His hellos were apparently reaching no one... Not a single hello back. What's a Tigger to do in a situation such as this one? And poor Rabbit... he was probably worried sick about him. Not being able to see his striped, handsome face again... Come to think of it, with all those jagulars... shouldn't he be worried about his fluffy friend too?
What if they... were good climbers? What if... this was all a trap? A trap to separate a powerful beastie such as himself, from a leaf-eater?
Well it wouldn't work! He wasn't about to let Rabbit be on a jagular's menu! Not that day, not on his stripes! "I'm comin' Long Ears!!!" The fear just seemed to wash away (well... for the most part), Tigger springing to his feet, and then his tail, in an attempt to start climbing up the cliff. He was rather hesitant doing it, but... he was trying. The process was just rather slow.
About a third of a way to the top; however, he found himself going still. The sounds of rocks falling, the cliff crumbling... He dared to look up, and if he didn't know any better... he'd say that was a jagular some feet above him.
Gasp! They were headed his way!
Maybe just... temporarily, he'd wait there and allow the enemy to pass him up? Yes, that sounded like a plan.
So in an attempt to blend in with his surroundings, Tigger flattened himself the best he could against the rock, waiting for this fierce animal to pass him by...
"Howdy, Tigger!"
"Hoohoohoo~ Cowgirly! You’re back!" Tigger all too excitedly bounced over to her, wishing again that he had his cowboy getup with him that day… "I forgot my hat again…"
She laughed. “That’s okay, buddy!” She said, smiling at her.
"Not at all! Why... a cowboy without his bootsies is like a Tigger without his stripities!" How could he call himself a fellow ranger under these... shoe-less conditions? He lifted his bare feet up, giving a little sigh.
"Got any sparables, Cowgirly?"
"Oh! A plush tiger." She smiled. "You can't be missed on my tea party."
"A tea party? For ol’ Tigger?" Well that sounded like fun! He wondered if there would be any bouncing involved… and perhaps… something sweet for the tea?
"Got any sugar cubies?"
"Uh-Uh. See?" She pointed at them and filled them in her new guest tea too. So many new talking creatures! That made her happy. "Are there more talking tigers like yourself?"
"Oh good! Sugars are what Tiggers like best~" He watched with a happy smile as she filled the glass with sugar, waiting a couple beats before tossing a couple more in there. Perfect! "Ahh... just the way us Tiggers like it~" He took a little sip, glancing up soon enough at the question asked.
"Well... I am the onliest Tigger! There may be some other beasties though. What about you?" Taking a couple more cubes, he dropped them in his hostess's cup, figuring she could use more.
"What's this? A kitty with stripes?" Wait... could this be... "My long lost uncle!" Tigger didn't think twice of gathering the cat in his arms, squeezing him in a tight hug.
"Wha…?"
"No, I don’t think….."Squeezy hug."….Can’t breathe!"
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Max sighed. "Look, I am not your uncle. I don’t even recall having a nephew." Tiggers? What were tiggers? Perhaps the other meant tiger? Perhaps. "….And with doing the best you mean…hunting, right?"
With a tiger…Yes, he would probably get some good food. "Cause I’m starving."
Another shy family member... Tigger wondered if he got all the sociable genes? His own father wasn't willing to admit who he was, either! Something that... had to be drawn from them. "Hoho, a little bouncin' will rejoggify your memory! We can hunt for heffalumps and woozles later~" Though Tiggers were more of... trackers and bouncers.
"And-a one, and-a two, and-a four! Bounce away Uncle Maxy!" He even took a few helpful, leading bounces to get the other started. Not to mention a few pats on the head as he sprung by him.
"Use that Tiggy-tail!"
