#sfth oc

[rosie-maybe]

Sam the Raccoon, causing chaos!

A commission from @lunardelphox , again thank you so much! It was such a fun piece to draw!

Based on the blog @sugar-fortifies-the-mind !!

[vstormcloud]

Y'all should attack me on artfight :)

I only have Strays character sheet on my phone rn but I have more ocs I swear!!!

I have a shoot from the hip oc as well that you should check out...

[sugar-fortifies-the-mind]

A large house of sandstone stands, white framed window panes catching the meagre sunlight that peers through the grey clouds. In front of lush hedgerows and gravel paths is a simple black mailbox. A young butler walks down the pathway and unlocks its door with a squeak, taking out its contents. He flicks through the small stack of letters, smiling at the name printed on most of their fronts. Lord Percy Cunningsworth. The man walks back to the house, but when he reaches the door he looks out to the front one last time, curiously. Then he nods quietly to himself, and closes the door behind him.

Percy’s commentary will be in orange and he will use the tags #percy and #percy rb.

Franklin’s commentary will be in red and he will use the tags #franklin and #franklin rb.

When I (the mod) make comments/posts, it will be bracketed off {like this} and posts will be tagged with #mod and #mod rb.

Posts with commentary from both characters will have the tags #p+f and #p+f rb.

I have my own original characters that feature (most prominently Adelaide who’s commentary is in pink). They will be tagged #sfth oc and #oc rb.

There are a few minor characters who have appeared such as Old Lady Margery, Cecily(oc) and Salo(oc), but they will not be prominent featuring characters.

This blog also managed to spawn a sister blog specifically for Sam the raccoon at @sam-fur-raccoon!!! I am not the mod for that blog but go check it out if you like the chaos <3

details and navigation tags under the cut!

Hey there, welcome to my We Love Poetry rp blog, I’m @mincetheungratefulbrat and I’m the mod!

This will mostly just be a ‘send some messages to your favourite gay poets and maybe ask for some poetry’ kind of thing, so please keep in mind that I am not much of a poet myself and that if you ask for poems, they won’t be perfect lol. Similarly I don’t know a lot about history or this particular period of history, so inaccuracy is imminent, sorry about that in advance 🤷.

There may be some suggestive content on this blog but nothing especially nsfw, so if you send in a nsfw ask, it will simply be deleted.

I may add other characters (Venetia and Lanessa for example) so if I do I will update here as necessary.

The start of this blog is set roughly a month after the end of the play, with the headcanon that Franklin is a time traveller (so feel free to ask him some questions about that :D)

I’ve decided that the surname for Franklin in this blog is Ross.

Navigation Tags

The Ember Twins

-> Anonymous Clones 1&2 • M&L • Visitors

Annabelle’s Letters

-> First Letters • The McAvoys • The Chase • The Hunt • Welcome to the Cunningsworth Estate

The Other Percy

-> Sam and Perry • Doppelgängers

The Raccoon

-> A Game of Truth and Time • Assorted Chaos • Sam and Perry • sam-fur-raccoon • raccoon friend

Suki the Scribe

Anonymous Poems

Victor Bell

Cindy Campbell

-> A Letter To Someone

King of the World (The Cat Distribution System)

[rosie-maybe]

Some more art of THE @sam-fur-raccoon ! These were a lot of fun to draw.

Featuring Franklin and Percy too ( @sugar-fortifies-the-mind )

I love the chaos that Sam brings... and he's cute so he gets away with it.

Thanks again @lunardelphox you're amazing <3

[sugar-fortifies-the-mind]

SP: "God. Will be great to hear ya play again. Never thought I'd see the day again" [he grins at Adelaide]

[Annabelle watches them and her eyes flick between Franklin and Percy. She opens her mouth to speak but stops as Franklin looks at Butch]

[Butch looks from Franklin to Annabelle and they share a look. They say no words but its clear they are communicating without words for a minute before Butch finishes off her drink and stands]

AP: "Ya better not take too long." [Annabelle grumbles as Butch smiles at her looking less conflicted] "I will get mad at ya, I swear."

[Butch looks at Percy giving him a sweet smile and looks at Sammy as if waiting for permission. Sammy smiles warmly and nods looking between Franklin and Butch]

SP: "We will see ya there. Both of ya" [he says firmly as Butch turns to follow Franklin. Sammy turns to Percy grinning] "Ever the dutiful man, ain he?"

AP: "... Can we please go now? I have no idea what ta expect from a park in England but I wan see! Gawd!" [Annabelle huffs impatiently making it clear she doesnt want to wait much longer, even if Butch isnt going with them immediately]

[Butch stops at the doorway and glances at everyone as if questioning herself but shakes her head, making her decision to follow Franklin final]

(Percy catches Butch’s look and smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.)

Alright, come with me, I’ll show you what we’re working with.

(Franklin holds the door open for her, then closes it behind the two of them, waving over his shoulder.)

(Blinking rapidly, Percy’s attention is pulled to Sammy once more) Oh I- yes, he is. (He huffs out a laugh) It’s almost annoying at times, I can’t pin him down. 

(Percy smiles again, a little more genuinely this time, at Annabelle and stands, choosing to entertain her impatience) Alright, let’s go.

(Adelaide also gets up, cracking her knuckles, then bounds towards the door) Onwards, people!

…

(Franklin leads Butch down the hall until they reach a storage room, and he opens the door to reveal three wooden boxes, small enough to carry under one arm but big enough for that not to be comfortable. They are stacked on top of one another, along with some other clutter strewn about. He picks up the first two boxes, the top one notably less full, leaving the third one for Butch. They’re more like crates, in a way, given that they are open at the top, but they seem to contain a range of items; books, vases, lanterns, but more than anything there were lots of clothes.)

Theres still a few things we need to get from upstairs, but after that we’re just carrying these down the road. Thanks for the help, by the way. I appreciate it.

[sugar-fortifies-the-mind]

[You return to where you asked Sam to wait and find the little bastard is gone. Great. You wonder what this can mean and can only hope that it isn't trying to do anything that will get it hurt again]

[You wait for a few minutes before realising that Sam clearly isn't coming back any time soon. You can only hope that this doesn't mean more of a headache when he does]

[You go about your tasks but you find yourself unable to focus wondering two things: what the fuck is Sam doing and where has he gone?]

[Things quiet down and you resign yourself to potentially hunting out the little critter and then you hear that sound... in Percy's room. Of course]

[You open the door to see a less upset Sam looking up at you from Percy's bed, a paper on top of something metal and sleek]

[The headache begins as you pick up the note but your eyes look to the laptop sitting on your bed. fuck. Sam!]

[Stealing a computer was bold enough, the irons frustrating but ultimately harmless but this! Someone is clearly going to be looking for this!]

[ Fran k l in !!!! Computer no work! But tall man!!!!! Tall man had this! Sense energy inside \\\\\ easier to carry!!!! ran out of electricity! but friend inside!!!! please! :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( help me get friend!!! save from tall man!!!!!!!!! ]

[Sam chitters nervously as you look up from the note its eyes pleading and despite the chaos its caused its hard to resist that look of pure desperation mixed in with the adorableness of this little shit]

{for a bit more context, check out this post(1) and this post(2)}

(Franklin had found Adelaide and filled her in on everything on the way back to where he left Sam, but then they got there and it was nowhere to be seen. Franklin holds his face in his hands with exasperation) For fucks sake, I told him to stay here.

Shit. So what do we do?

Let- let’s just wait for it, I’ll find you again if he appears.

(Adelaide looks skeptical, but she only shakes her head with a sigh) Alright, if you say so.

…

(There is only so much one can do to try and hunt down a time-travelling raccoon that possesses a range of unnatural skills, as Franklin knows very well, but when he hears Sam in Percy's room, he is simultaneously relieved and dismayed. Luckily he knew Percy wouldn't be in there, since he was in his study when Franklin checked on him only a few minutes ago. He quickly makes his way down the hall to where he knows Adelaide is and calls her out, then they both enter the bedroom together.)

Is that...?

Fuck. Yeah. (A fucking laptop. Great.)

Tall man... so wait, you're saying you're friend is in here? (He waves the laptop in one hand, reading the note in the other) Dear God. Okay.

(He sits down on the bed with the laptop and opens it up. When the screen shows up blank, he sighs) Dead. Okay... there’s nowhere to plug in a charger either, even if we had one.

Uhhhhh… I can get a powerbank? What kind of cable does it need?

(She takes a look and nods) Yeah, perfect! I can get something, give me a second.

(Adelaide opens her little ring-portal and pops her head and most of her body through, leaving only her legs visible to the room. Franklin seems unperturbed by this, merely taking his necklace off and waiting. When she re-emerges, she’s holding a small grey box with a cable attached) There, plug it in.

You do it, I have to close this.

(They swap places and work quickly, Adelaide charging the laptop and Franklin shutting the gateway and handing the ring back to its owner. Their efficiency makes it clear that they’re used to working together, and it seems like they barely have to speak to communicate.)

(After what feels like an age, the screen lights up. Unfortunately —though perhaps expectedly— it’s asking for a password.)

Fuck. (Franklin looks at Sam) You wouldn’t happen to know the login details for this, would you?

[sugar-fortifies-the-mind]

[Sammy looks concerned at the mention of someone teaching the raccoon how to pick locks]

SP: "Ya certainly have... interestin' friends..."

[Annabelle briefly looks up from giving the raccoon pets and lets out a shaky breath clearly unsettled at the idea of a true immortal]

AP: "Gives us a fightin' chance. Not that I ever want to face em again-" [Annabelle starts giggling suddenly and she looks down at the raccoon as it twists and starts nibbling on her fingers clearly wanting all the attention focused on it] "stop that, it tickles!"

[The racooon chrips and continues purring and making soft noises as the attention returns to it]

SP: "Of all the names in this wide world it had to be close to mine.... I am real curious how it got that name-"

[Sammy and Annabelle look up as Adelaide returns, Annabelle raising an eyebrow watching her hands]

[The raccoon stops purring letting out a nervous noise as Adelaide addresses it directly. It presses itself against Butch and watches her speak but clearly is scared of Adelaide]

[Butch looks at Adelaide a strange hardness to her gaze now. Adelaide holds out the leather band which makes the raccoon make another nervous sound and she wraps an arm protectively around it]

AP: "It sounds safer than you trying to... vaporise? Is that what ya said?"

B: "I's alrigh..." [Butch coos petting the raccoon who looks at her with pleading eyes. Theres intelligence there but clearly its scared of Adelaide] "Miss Addy is friend! She wouldn' do anythin ta hurt ya..."

[Butch's gaze meets Adelaide, her face twisting in such a glare that beside her Annbelle has to look away to stifle a laugh. You thought Annebelle had a nasty stare when she was on edge but clearly Butch is the one who taught her because her stare cuts deep]

B: "Righ'? Or else... we'd have problems... an I don like problems...."

[In her lap the raccoon looks between them and lets out a little laugh. As Butch stares Adelaide for too long it makes a small sound and rubs his head against Butch's arm trying to difuse the tension]

[Butch pets its head and it chirps nervously looking back at Adelaide still looking nervous but with Butch clearly ready to defend it, it gives the smallest of nods]

[Butch seems surprised but coos softly as it stands on its legs reaching out to touch the band]

[Butch snorts as tapping the raccoon on the nose as he opens its mouth to try and chew on it. It squeaks in shock and grumbles as Butch grins it]

B: "Be nice now! A can fin ya somethin to chew on later, promise"

[Annabelle and Sammy both groan at the same time but smile fondly and look to Adelaide. At least it seems... accepting of this agreement?]

Well, this friend is pretty good with animals as far as I know, so I guess it’s no surprise that he got along with Sam.

(Adelaide purses her lips at Sam’s reaction, clearly unsure what to do. Should she comfort it? if so, how? Then Annabelle brings up the vaporiser again and she looks at her) Hey, the vaporiser was perfectly safe. If it’s not safe there’s probably something wrong with it, and ours was fine. It just looks scary to some.

(She turns back and is met with Butch’s cutting glare. She doesn’t look particularly scared, mostly just startled… but who knows what’s going on in her head. She smiles stiffly) No problems. Swear on my mother’s unborn soul.

(Sam starts playing with the band and Adelaide lets it, holding it still until he tries to eat it) Hey- hey, careful there. Alright, just- here. (She moves to put it on the little creature, fiddling with the fastenings until she’s satisfied. As soon as she takes her hands away, the strap seems to dissipate, as if it was never there to begin with. More than just invisibility, it’s like it’s completely gone.)

Nice, glad that's done now. (Adelaide absentmindedly pats it on the head twice and takes her seat again) Did i miss anything interesting?

[sugar-fortifies-the-mind]

[Butch looks like shes about to burst with joy as she looks at the raccoon being held out like a small dog but pauses looking at Annabelle]

[Annabelle looks at Butch then at the furry critter and shrugs, sighing]

[Butch gently grabs the raccoon and the pure delight on her face is infectious. She cradles him in her arms like a baby as the raccoon looks rather startled but soon the sound of it purring fills the room]

B: "Ya are a little shi'... but oh my fucken god you are the softest, cutest lil fucker A ever gosh darn touched!"

[That earns a chuckle from both Sammy and Annabelle as they watch Butch enamoured with the thing that clearly is danger. Also very dangerously cute]

SP: "It... can pick locks... pardon?"

AP: "That would explain the window. And the general store. Motherfucker!"

[The raccoon lets out a small laugh hearing Annabelle mention that but its purrs get louder as Butch begins to rub its belly]

[At the mention of vaporiser Annabelles eyes narrow that hard edge coming back but as Franklin speaks, seeing him that torn up causes it to fade. A look of understanding flashing across her eyes]

[Sammy looks like hes about to comment but seeing Franklin and Percy being vulnerable makes the tears in his eyes return]

[Annabelle looks like shes about to break as well as the display of confidence and love between them, despite the events that led them here]

[The raccoon makes a surprised sound as Adelaide speaks but Butch petting it draws his attention away from anything and the purring resumes]

[Adelaide runs off Sammy lets out a shaky sigh]

SP: "That... raises more questions but feel like thats the norm fo' this kinda thing... immortal-?"

[At the word immortal Annabelle pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a long sigh as she interrupts her father]

AP: "Are ya sure about that? Some of the Hunters loved braggin' they were gonna live forever while our bones turned ta dust. Though they're in the ground and not us"

[Sammy looks at Annabelle looking utterly horrified at her words and she scoffs and shrugs]

AP: "You know I aint lyin."

B: "Ya ain, sweet pea... them Hunters were vicious fucks. I... jus don thin its appropria ta bring that up when we're here to listen to their story righ now"

[Annabelle gives Franklin and Percy an apologetic look and watches Butch still petting the raccoon affectionately]

[Butch gives her a wonky smile lowering the critter onto her lap but still holding onto it]

B: "Hes so darn sof. Real warm too! Ya kno ya wanna..."

[Annabelle mutters something under her breath and you can see her fighting herself before she sighs and reluctantly reaches out to pet the raccoon on the head]

[A very pleased chirp rises from Butches arms as the raccoon is very pleased at all the attention its getting. The sound its purring fills the room as Sammy looks to Franklin covering his mouth to muffle his words]

SP: "I... if ya gon do anything to it... good luck getting them to see reason... Butch has a soft spot for animals and-"

B: "Sammy, the lil magic critta!"

[Sammy frowns looking up at Butch losing the trail of thought as he shakes his head harshly]

SP: "NO. Absolutely NOT. I will not share a name with a little shit that can potentially break the world!"

[The girls look up at him and Butch looks hurt but then she snorts unable to hold that expression for long. Beside her Annabelle guffaws and doubles over laughing]

B: "Ah, common Mr Parker! Hes innocent! Bu also has a vicious side, just like ya when we play cards."

[Sammy groans putting his face into his hands but theres a smile peaking out from underneath]

SP: "Please. Any name but that. Already have enough with the fuckin squirrel reminding me of that fucker everytime I see it..."

(He wouldn't admit it if he could avoid it, but Percy misses the touch of soft fur under his fingers almost as soon as it leaves. However, such trivial grievances are forgotten quite quickly when the joy it brings Butch is made evident.)

Yes (Franklin nods solemnly) It can pick locks. A friend of ours taught it a few things...

We just... we want to give it something, is all. Don't worry about it.

(Percy raises an eyebrow at the mention of hunters again) Oh don't worry, you lot still have a few stories to tell us too. But, maybe another time. A lot has happened and it'll take ages to cover everything.

Anyway, when I say immortal, I only mean in the sense that she won't die of natural causes, like old age. Or drug-induced illness... But yeah, I'm sure if someone shot her in the head she'd be gone. There are of course other kinds of immortals that can withstand all kinds of things, but every creature has at least one fatal weakness- (He catches himself part way through his sentence with a sheepish look) Um, sorry, I’m rambling.

(Percy looks like he wants to say something, but he settles for a half smile at Franklin instead.)

(The two of them watch Sam basking in his affections and Franklin sighs looking at it) Ha, little bugger. And to think he did all that he did.

(Annabelle and Butch collapse with laughter, and Percy starts giggling into his palm, Franklin smiling wide) Well, if it's any consolation to you Samuel, I've been led to believe that the name Sam was complete coincidence.

Yeah, it was. If I remember correctly-

(Adelaide walks back in at that moment, fist clenched at her side. When she opens it, she's holding a thin black strip, which looks like it’s made of leather. She catches sight of Sam in Butch’s arms and approaches. First she addresses Sam) Right, so since you seem to understand what I tell you, I’m going to briefly explain what this is. (She dangles the band in front of it) When I put it on you, it’ll seem like it’s disappeared. It hasn’t, but you won’t be able to tell it’s there. It’s just so we know where you are and can keep you out of the worst of trouble you might find yourself in. Safety stuff. (Adelaide’s eyes flick to Butch) Just hold him still for me if you can…