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"So rabbit, please stop looking the other way... It's cold out there, so why not stay here under my tail?" (x)
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New Fairly OddParents 'fic update today!
Frayed Knots - Chapter 44
"Rabbit's Howl"
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FFN version of this chapter uses less blunt language in a few places. Given that we're picking up after an E-rated scene, I wanted to provide the option
āļø Cloudlands AU
š¦ Ridwork Guide || Chapter Recaps
āØ More Fairly OddParents 'fics
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Of course, I did not fault Blonda for pursuing her dreams of performing on a stage. Stillā¦ I knew many godparent pairs who worked well together without entering a romantic relationship. For smokeās sake, I counted myself and Wanda as one of them. The Agency might not have bat an eye if Blonda and I were both licensed and living as a pair on whichever planet they assigned us. And then weād have been so far away, dodging public eye, we could more openly be ourselves.
We could flirt together. On the job.Ā I pulled my mouth back, trying not to think too hard about the ratherā¦Ā noticeableĀ way my wings had chosen to display themselves beside me. āUm, Blonda. Iāve had a thought-ā
āYou donāt need that,ā she said, and her mouth found me again.
What?
In which Anti-Cosmo comes face to face with Rhoswen syndrome: the first of two such experiences.
(First 775 words under the cut)
Rabbit's Howl
When I rode the Head Pixieās cloudship, wind ruffling my hair as fiercely as a winter storm, he asked me why I attended a Fairy high school. I could not fault his curiosity. Proper Anti-Fairy schooling is entirely different: an intricate system of self-guided study, personal projects, traveling the cloudlands, and well-researched presentations. Strictly speaking, I would have been a shoo-in. Believing my future lay at the Anti-Fairy Academy, Iād read books, taken notes, and even outlined papers on the nature spirits before I turned half a decade old. By nine, I considered myself at least marginally informed about my own anatomy and the basics of reproduction. I could have taught a lecture hall. Anti-Elina had wanted me to once or twice, despite the dissenting voices of my mother and the High Count.
Evidently, the Head Pixie knew his way around a share-hall campus. He mentioned off-hand that heād attended a few on business and one on early education. Said some begrudging thing about admiring our style of citation that quirked my mouth up at one end. Maybe you know the way he leaned against the rail: his chin on one hand, avoiding my eyes the moment pride in his own culture fractured in the face of careful Anti-Fairy academia. I think I proved myself attentive, even if I would have preferred leaning so far over the cloudshipās edge, we had to put that elastic cord heād tied to me to unexpected test.
āI want to give you some advice,ā he told me way back then (not so long ago). Even in the whipping wind, my ears pivoted to catch his every word. I even tore my eyes from the blues and greens and browns of the planet far below us. Iād seen Earth in paintings, of course, but even then, I had not realised it would be soĀ green.Ā It didnāt look half so pretty in the old textbooks of my youth.
āIāll gladly take it, sir.ā
The old chap motioned me away from the rail. He sat me down at a table and two chairs that had been sculpted directly from the wood, which I politely floated above and did not lay my seat upon. With hands folded in front of him, the sky shrieking as our ship flew on, he looked me in the eye and had this simple thing to say: that when a rabbit cries out in pain, the fox is first to come running to its side.
āWhat?ā I asked, unsure I had heard him right at first. He was not a man who often spoke in metaphor. At least, not when I had crossed his path before.
āReason through it. Itās straightforward; youāre not some Fairywood chump.ā
All right.Ā āāWhen the rabbit cries out,āā I repeated, āāitās the fox who first replies.āā Yes, I suppose I shouldnāt have startled when he dropped those words upon me. āTrue artistry and painfully sensible. You imply Fairy World does not look kindly upon a Hy-Brasilian such as I.ā I did know that. I did not think that he did not know I knew that. Pretty words, but hardly new information.
He made aĀ Speak furtherĀ motion with the very tips of his fingers. The movement may be slight, but to him (I think), it must have felt as though he painted a target on his head and ran across a saucerbee field. Sometimes I think he would have rather lived and died a mere concept than a person. He said nothing; his pale eye did not so much as twitch. I considered a few wingbeats more.
āThe rabbit which survives with twisted leg is the rabbit that silenced its own tongue.ā
āThe answer I had in mind was āflicked off back to its own kind,ā but yes. Accurate. To be clear, youāre getting a decent letter of rec out of me. Dust- If I had the gaskets at your age to ask a multiregional business owner to vouch for me on the blitzingĀ godparent track,Ā Iād be living quite a different life. Thereās good magic in godparenting.ā Vague gesture. āHelps get it up.ā
I concurred. He stood then, bidding me space even though I think he meant to bid good riddance. He went to speak to the captain of the cloudship, and I spent the rest of our flight pressed up against the rail. Still, even when we landed, I turned those words like a feather in my hand.Ā When the rabbit cries, the fox is first to answer.
I threaded that cryptically straightforward statement across my teeth and kept it at my breast. It did not help me anyhow.
It's the 10th anniversary of Fairly Oddparents Season 10.
I would like to draw something new to celebrate, but here's the very first drawing I did for it in 2016. Probably one of the first Chloe drawings online even.
It's hard to make a proper reflection on S10 without a full rewatch, but Im happy that ANW has made more people be open minded of this era and Chloe as a character. It did some very interesting things.
A new main character which came with a new dynamic of a pair of characters instead of just Timmy alone, being a bit more serialized with more callbacks within the season and having status quo changes that carry over to new episodes, having a bit of a reset, doing a clean slate and carrying the show back to the school in a way that makes it feel more like an AU season 6 rather than a season 10. Not everything worked but it's personally the most interesting season of the show for me at the very least.
THE DREAM TEAM!!! + dev (but like Dev's already part of their team because I said so idc if he only interacted with jasmine and winn once in the whole show they're all BESTIES BECAUSE I SAID SO š š )
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