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[platypusesforarms]

Red Foxes 🦊 A Year on Planet Earth: Winter

Scientists believe Red Foxes have a sixth sense for the same magnetic force that causes the Northern Lights, and they can use it to triangulate their prey's position. Pointing to the north-east, he waits for the sound of his prey to cross the angle of the magnetic field. Using this technique, the hit rate increases fourfold. In January's bitter cold it can make the difference between life and death.

[mxmorelart]

this has been @serpercival’s discord icon for long enough now that this isn’t even Luke Stagecoach West to me anymore, this is just Percy.

[nedlittle]

hiiiiiiiiii kit a kiss to the top of the head with igor and hawkeye mayhaps :3

yaaaay thank you for letting me write about my special guy

"Captain Pierce please report to the, er, mess tent. That's Captain Pierce to the mess tent please."

Hawkeye furrows his brow, feeling as confused as the announcement is by the sound of it. He wonders if this is a mistake. He's been summoned to the CO's office, to post-op, to the women's shower, to the men's shower, to a hearing, one time even to mass when they needed an extra wise man for nativity play rehearsals. However, he can't say he's ever been summoned to the mess tent. This is a new low, even for the army, summoning a man to finish the remains of a meal declared legally dead.

BJ gives a low whistle. "Someone forgot to eat his veggies."

"I must have mixed them up with the meatloaf, on account of the similarity in color and texture."

Nonetheless, Hawkeye tosses aside his pulp magazine (it's in Japanese, but the pictures speak for themselves) and trudges to the mess tent like a man condemned.

It's a quarter after 9 in the evening. Anyone with the misfortune to work in the mess tent high-tailed it out of there the second the last dish was dried so they can have a few minutes to themselves before waking up before the ass-crack of dawn to do it themselves. And he would know, having recently finished up a stint as nutrition officer.

Unsurprisingly, the mess tent is empty save for a couple of nurses nursing tepid cups of coffee. And Igor, sitting in his regular spot behind the serving table.

Seeing as the nurses give him decidedly bored looks, Hawkeye assumes he was summoned not for a culinary-inspired ménage à trois. He heads to the back of the tent, towards where Igor sits.

"You don't get to torture me enough three times a day? Is that what this is?" Hawkeye snaps. "I'll have you know that I was in the middle of a very instructive pamphlet about female sumo wrestlers before that PA announcement. What is it? You gonna tell me I look too skinny? It's hard not to be with the dreck they serve here."

Exhausted by his rant, he sits down heavily in the chair across from Igor. Only then does he notice that the two of them are not alone at the table, a gleaming silver tray and cloche sits between them, sparkling silver, the kind they use for visiting brass.

"My mother told me not to accept treats from nice men lest they try to induct me into the US military."

Igor pushes the tray forward with a finger. "You're making me regret not poisoning it."

"Any more than usual, I assume."

"Will you hurry up, it's gonna be cold. You already took your sweet time getting here."

With the ease of a man approaching the scaffold, Hawkeye removes the cloche with a flourish to reveal...

"French toast?"

It smells like Crabapple Cove in the spring. Like vanilla and cinnamon and crusty bread gone a day or two stale.

"Sal said you kept nagging him about it when you were on mess tent duty. Wouldn't shut up about French toast, drove him to the brink of madness. So I decided to see what all the fuss was about."

Hawkeye tries to keep his mouth from visibly drooling. "What's the catch?"

"No catch."

"No catch?"

"No catch. If i wanted a favour I'd ask Klinger and if I wanted a good word for my next promotion I'd ask the Colonel. And, if I wanted a fumble in a dark closet, I have other options. Can't a fella do something nice for a change?"

On impulse, Hawkeye lunged forward, practically in the French toast and grips Igor's neck the way he used to hold Carlye's. He plants a kiss on the crown of Igor's head with a loud and decisive smack.

Slightly pink around the ears, Igor extracts himself and stands. "I'll give you and your toast some privacy. Don't forget to wash up."

Hawkeye is too lost in his delicious reverie to notice Igor leaving with a nurse on each arm.

[persianflaw]

Hi thank you for inviting me to your sleepover :3 Are you aware of the Big Orange Moose in Black River Falls, Wisconsin? Well, now you are. He's big. He's orange. He's a moose. Every single time I drive to Madison I stop to get out of the car and look at him and I can't explain other than Allure of Big Orange Moose. For the record I have no idea who the person in the last picture is but I needed something to show you the scale of the Big Orange Moose.

percy i was not aware of the big orange moose previously but i am so happy to be aware of him now. damn he's big. and orange. and moose. what an accurate name. big big fan of this guy

here are some sleepover jammies for you, in case you forgot to bring yours

[kohlrabi-official]

I'm absolutely certain the first thing I read of yours was Head and Shoulders, Tail and Paws :3

hi percy!!! :D yes tbh that sounds about right xD the first thing of yours that i read was Poker Night, 1979 or Fourth Walls are for Climbing i'm pretty sure. i hope you're well and you're having a great time <3

[kohlrabi-official]

re https://www.tumblr.com/seepweed/784826900422000640?source=share - bird guy! conclave! also tomato I sent you a pic of that throw pillow at target

i am SO GLAD to be the resident bird guy 🐦🦜🦢 and to spread the conclave propaganda xD also YEAH thanks again for the tomato photo :3 🍅

[mxmorel]

21 for the fic year in review!

thanks friend!

21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

Oooooh this is a great question and yes! I got asked this question by two people actually so I will use one example here and the other in the next one, haha. But:

I got into this one a bit in this ask in answer to a different question but, while I only mentioned one of them there, I have two Hawkahy fics that were supposed to be PWP oneshots but I couldn't get myself to let them just be that. My brain kept wanting to add more context and more background and so they've both become a part of a completely different and much longer slowburn longfic that I'm working on!

One of them is your classic everyone huddling for warmth in The Swamp type of things and the other is a Song of Songs inspired body worship thing, and I'm really proud of both of them and I hate that I can't just share them lmfao. But I'm hoping the longfic will be worth it 🙏🏻

2024 In Review Fic Asks

[the--highlanders]

🌹 <3

Beads of light sprang across Jamie's vision, spilling out from the bright centre of the light set into the ceiling. Most lights in the TARDIS were white, cold and clinical - but this one was golden, pulsing softly every once in a while, like it drew its power from a candle rather than a bulb. The fireplace flickering beside him added its own orange tint, casting shades of brown over the heather-green carpet. For all his eccentricities, all the time he spent clattering around laboratories or building sand-castles or wandering onto spaceships - Jamie had never been able to shake the sense that the Doctor was a gentleman. Some sort of laird, just without the land and the tacksman and the tenants. He would scoff and turn his nose up at the rich and vain and powerful, for sure, but his study wouldn't have been too out of place in a big house from Jamie's time. It might have been stuffed full of alien samples and gadgets Jamie couldn't have figured out in a million years, but so much of it was familiar. The panelled walls and the ornate armchairs and the fine wooden desk. Strangest of all was the fact that Jamie /liked/ it. He could have been anywhere, after all. The TARDIS was nearly infinite. But here he was, lying on his back on the plush carpet, fighting to keep his eyes open against the light. Of course, it helped that the Doctor was in here, too.

a bit of the soulmate au I'm working on for you!! (sooo close to having this one done actually..... I only have two more sections to write)

but also this was just. me having fun with describing the doctor's study. my image of it has always been super influenced by the doctor who adventure game, of all things (does anyone else remember that hdjkhgkf). but I really like the idea of the doctor having a very vintage-y study, like this little warm cosy refuge from the futuristic parts of the tardis.

and I /do/ think they present themselves as a gentleman, no matter how much they might dislike the association!! the privilege and superiority complex of the time lords is super interesting to me, especially in relation to two as he's just starting to learn to break away from that. & I think it's interesting in terms of jamie as well, as he'd be well-placed to both identify it and see the irony in it. it's sort of another aspect of him keeping two in check and influencing the morality/sense of self that he'll carry forward into future incarnations.

wip ask game!