Important Updates from Quarantined!Forest
When you make me stay at home but also work 40-hour weeks still, what happens is mostly lots of fanfic writing and staring into space, longing for death.
So first: Bonvid drabbles. There are more of them. I think they’re pretty good. They’re cute. It’s a cute ship. There’s angst. It’s neat.
Second: Hybrid AU finally updated. Y’all furries wanna read about dog!Nikki? I gotcha some dog!Nikki.
Third: Who the dang changed Neil’s character tag on Ao3 to “Science Camp Neil”? Listen, I know there’s technically two characters named Neil on the show, but like . . . naw. No. Stop it. Who authorized this? I just wanna talk.
Anyway, have some sneaky peekies:
Chapter 15: Day 15 - Festivity
"Hey! What're we even celebrating?"
David ignores her questions, busy scouring the bushes.
"Sugar, Bonquisha isn't taking another step --"
"There!" He drags her further down the trail to his goal. "Blueberries!"
She laughs and plucks a berry out of the leaves. "Yep," she agrees dryly. "They sure are."
"It's National Blueberry Month," he explains, feeling sillier with each word. "So . . ." He picks some, inspecting for ripeness before holding them out with embarrassment. "Happy berry season."
She snags a berry from his palm with her teeth, closing her lips around it in a way that steals his breath. "You too, Dave."
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Chapter 4: Dog Days
“Dog child?”
All three of them jumped at the voice. Neil and Max both looked around, but Gwen had been here long enough to know better; she tilted her head back, shielded her eyes against the sun’s glare, and could just barely make out the Quartermaster’s hanging shape from the corner of the supply shed’s roof. “Hey, QM,” she said, ignoring the boys’ muttered comments (which were mostly variations on “what the **EDITED FOR TUMBLR PURITY GODS**?”). “Have you seen Nikki?”
He grunted. “Mail came by with some packages. Dog child chased it back toward town.” He said the word “town” the way deer hybrids said “venison,” so Gwen didn’t bother asking why he hadn’t gone after her.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
Even upside-down, she could make out a disinterested shrug. “Had my packages to take care of.”
She glanced down at her watch -- a cheap, ugly thing David had gotten her for the summer. “For two hours?”
“They were of a sensitive nature.”
