The Felted Fox

Do you ever just cry thinking about how Neil Josten is probably the first person to look at Andrew Minyard like he is a human and not some rabid dog that’s incapable of feeling anything bc I do

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So we’re at the top university in the world. (Arguably.) And so are 20 thousand other people. But there are no more than ten in the riot club. The top ten. 

the-pinkest-dragon  asked:

Hey LolBit, do you have pjamas?

I DO, THEY ARE VERY GOOD TO WEAR WHILE LYING IN BED TRYING TO OVERCOME THE WORST COLD IN EXISTENCE WHILE NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE YOUR HEAD EVEN SLIGHTLY WITHOUT ASTRAL PROJECTING TO JUPITER WHILE TIME HAS SLOWED APPROXIMATELY 31% AND YOU’RE JUST SITTING THERE LISTENING TO DURAN DURAN ON AN ENDLESS LOOP AND REALITY HAS BEEN TORN ASUNDER AT LEAST 7 TIMES

Under a wide sky

This is the first chapter of an AU set in 1950s Australia. It’s an idea that’s been brewing in my mind for a while and @leiascully‘s XFWriting Challenge prompt International has forced my hand. 


Chapter One

The night sky was a wonder. There were so many stars in patterns he didn’t recognise. If he blinked more and more appeared until all he saw were black spots in the silver sky instead of the other way round. Australia was a wide open dream, a new future perhaps. Everything seemed to be in front of him. Everything was big. Everything was new and untested. Fox Mulder felt right at home.

           He lay back on the stubby grass, sparse and sharp under his singlet. The ground was beyond hard. He’d been at the sheep station for only a couple of days, yet to meet the owner, but he’d surveyed some of the land in his short time and seen the deep fissures that spread across the paddocks, red earth cleaved apart by a brutal sun. In the night time, the moister air closed some of the cracks and the air filled with the smell of warm earth. He knew he should be careful of snakes at this time of night, but the cabin he bunked in was oppressive both in its heat and its company that he often wandered along the creek bank (dried out for the summer) looking for a moment to clear his head and breathe before turning in for the night. Snakes be damned, he thought as he wriggled his back, relieving a sweat-induced itch.

He pressed his eyes shut for a moment, thought of his sister, Samantha. How she would have loved this place. Its beauty and its danger. He smiled at the thought of her face. “If you’re going to die from snakebite in Australia it might as well be while you’re admiring the most beautiful sight in the world.”
           “Hello?”

Mulder shot up, aware of the scrape and rustle of his body against the dry land.

“Who’s there?” It was a woman’s voice, breathy and a little afraid, perhaps.

He peered into the blackness, still unable to anchor his gaze on anything other than the imprint of the night sky behind his eyes. He blinked and heard it. The unmistakeable sound of a shotgun being loaded and engaged.

“I’m armed.”

“If I raise my arms, how will you know?” He tried for humour, his default setting, but he knew it was lame as soon as the words left his mouth.

“I’ll smell you,” came the quick response. Perhaps she wasn’t afraid anymore. A gun would do that.

“I’ve got both hands above my head. No gun. I’m not doing anything. I just came for a walk by the creek, to admire the stars. If you step closer you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

“You talk too much, Mr Bushranger.”

“I’m just talking so you can hear where I am. And I am not a bushranger. I’m a worker on the station.”

There was a moment of silence, just long enough for Mulder to lower his arm and retrieve his torch from the back pocket of his shorts.

“What are you doing?” the voice demanded. “You said you didn’t have a gun.” Her voice was a notch higher than before.

Mulder fought back the urge to chuckle. “I’m not going to shoot you with a Coleman torch. I promise.” He flicked it on, moved a step closer and there she was, all five-foot-two of her, red hair falling around her face, brows low in concentration and a double-barrel shotgun held steadfast in her arms. If he hadn’t been a trained observer he would have missed the slight tremble of her fingers against the trigger.

“Who are you, Mr Bushranger? What are you doing out here in the middle of night? Where’s your truck?” She shoved the gun closer to him, so that it was almost touching his chest. He kept the beam of light from his torch steady on her face, and he could see the freckles on her skin and the beauty mark above her lip.

“Who are you, Miss Shotgun? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Where’s your truck?”

She held his gaze, her cool blue eyes fixing him so that he felt more pinned by them than the gun. This woman was a firecracker. And he suddenly felt even more at home in this strange wide land.

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OH!!! By the way! Someone a while ago asked me if I knew how Toby Fox felt about people using OST Undertale  in youtube videos. And I found this! Which is literally a confirmation,–straight up permission, that it is in fact 100% ok to use Undertale OST in youtube videos. even so much that if you get a fake claim/strike for using it, that you can email them and they will literally help you out. 

So yeah I thought that person, whoever you are, might like to see that!

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some other quick sketches of my fav couple! i was messing around with the idea of their patronus and i know that many people think that theirs should match, but not me. i have Scorpius’ as a Maned Wolf and Rose’s as a Darwin’s Fox. if you wish to know my reasoning feel free to ask, but it would take up too much space here. :)