Disney films that are *actually* underrated

Treasure Plant

If you already know me, you could probably guess that this would be on the list considering I never shut up about it.

This film flopped at the box office, but I’m honestly not sure why? It has absolutely gorgeous animation. Like, they could have gone with a palette of grays and blues like most scifi films do, but Treasure Planet actually has a large color palette, especially when it comes to the scenery. It shows off all the beautiful colors of space instead of making everything chrome against a dark backdrop. There are likable characters, including a an anti-hero, disabled pirate, a female Naval Captain that’s a total no-nonsense badass, and a sulky teenager. Arguably one of the darkest films Disney has done in the last twenty years. Disabled main character with only one eye, one arm, and one leg. Literally all of the character designs are gorgeous. The plot is a little boring at times, but it’s fairly easy to get lost in the world that’s been created.

Plus, we get visuals like this!

Brother Bear

Brother Bear was another box office flop but this one also had rather negative reviews. The early 2000′s was not kind to Disney animation. 

Yes, it does have a transformation plot, which I know is kind of iffy depending on the person, but overall it’s a great film. The music is amazing, bless Phil Collins signing onto another Disney project. The characters are great, I don’t think there were any I didn’t like except maybe the moose (because as an adult I don’t find them as funny as I did as a child, but I don’t really dislike them either). The relationship between the brothers was amazingly done. Usually when people want to talk about animated sibling relationships, they mention Lilo and Stitch, which is also great, but I really like how the brothers interact in Brother bear. They’re all closer in age (which is like my sister and me, so I can connect with it more), and I think that worked well when they added in the anger and grief and self-blame in the story.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

There’s not really much I can say about this one, because truthfully I’ve only seen it a handful of times. Something about it kind of freaked me out as a child (I think it was that giant leviathan creature that attacked their submarine thing????), and I only recently found my old VHS player and haven’t had the time to watch it again.

Atlantis has it all. A beautiful world. Well-rounded, interesting characters. A romance that didn’t feel ridiculously forced. The voice talents of Michael J. Fox, Cree Summer, and Leonard Nimoy. A balances of a more adult plotline, while still retaining a kid friendly atmosphere.

Unfortunately, it does lack some coherency in the plot, and because of it’s fast-paced nature, there isn’t a lot of time for character development. The creators also borrowed a lot of elements from the Ghibli film castle in the Sky, but ultimately it’s still a great film visually speaking.

(PS: it was hard to pick a screencap that shows how visually stunning this film is. So much blue.)

The Black Cauldron

Honestly, The Black Cauldron is one of my favorite Disney films, but I can recognize that it has a lot of problems story wise. As in, they tried to stick the contents of two full length novels into an 80 minute film. Yeah, it didn’t work. The characters are interesting, albeit under-developed, visually it’s very beautiful, and it has just the right amount of creepy to give 5 year old me nightmares as a child (the Horned King was a brilliant concept). The author of the book series the Chronicles of Prydain, which the film is based on, found the film enjoyable on its own, but admitted it didn’t follow the books well. It was also another box office flop, making $21.3 million in revenue, which was less than half of the budget to make the film. This is the film that Disney pretends they didn’t make and is frequently referred to as the “worst Disney film” however we all know that that right belongs to films like Home on the Range, Chicken Little, and Mars Needs Moms.

There is speculation that Disney has plans to make a live action series based on the original books, so fingers crossed!

Robin Hood

It’s underrated, but I can kind of tell why. Everyone already knows the story of Robin Hood, because there’s at least ten different films and TV series about the guy. He’s been on OUaT, and there was a parody movie with Cary Elwes!

The animation is, decent, but not great, but the budged was only 5 million, so??? Meaning that a lot of the characters action were redrawn from previous films such as The Jungle Book and Aristocats. However, this was pretty common in old Disney films because the animators were paid for shit and it’s not plagiarism if you’re ripping off yourself. It is a little sloppy though.

Either way, it’s still a decent film. The songs were fun and had a delightfully folk sound to them, if you’re into that! The characters are pretty cute, the story is straight forward, and there’s not actually anything to really dislike about the film. It’s just a silly comedy that has it’s ups and downs.

Dinosaur

I don’t even know what to say about this film other than it’s gorgeous and no one ever talks about it. Like, this is the first true Disney film that relies entirely on CGI. No Pixar involvement. Just Disney and CGI. This is the most successful film of 2000 and I’ve never heard people talk about it even though it has great characters, an interesting story, and great visuals.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

While I personally don’t believe Hunchback is all that underrated (I usually see it in just about every top 10 or 20 list), it’s still a great film that deserves more praise than it gets.

Hunchback is beautiful, inspiring, dark, has excellent morals, amazing characters amazing music.It’s basically the complete package of everything you could want in a Disney film and it’s enjoyable for all ages.

The only thing I didn’t like about this film was the gargoyles and it’s kind of implied that they’re more like imaginary friends instead of real creatures, so they get a pass.

“R'gina!” Roland’s frightened voice piped a warning, just as a cacophony of inhuman shrieks echoed through the fog. She pulled the little boy toward her and Robin for a more sheltered protection, as the Merry Men quickened their pace in preparing their horses. She felt the touch of Robin’s lips on her brow, a reassurance that he was there, with her, always. And there, in that love, she found her strength.

I’m so tired of Rumple. I’m so tired of him repeatedly getting chances to win Belle back (despite repeatedly lying to her and breaking her trust). I’m tired of him always getting chances with her while Emma lost every guy except Hook (though she technically lost him too) and Regina losing every one of her love interests as well. Why do the people who constantly work to do the right thing get punished while Rumple, who does things only for himself and his own pursuit of power, faces barely any repercussions for his actions.

Zootopia / Robin Hood fanfiction Take a Stand Chapter Six- The Morning After...

Here’s the fanfiction link https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/1/Take-A-Stand

(AN/ Hey Guys it’s Garouge AKA Crewefox here with another chapter of Take a Stand, thank you so much for all the reviews and faves for this fan fic, I can’t believe I’ve hit over a 100 faves by chapter 5 thank you. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…)

Chapter 6- The Morning after.

Judy turned over in the bed hoping to entwine herself around Nick but only found an empty space; she slowly opened her purple eyes to have her disappointment confirmed “Nick?” she yawned before letting her sleepy eyes focus on the nightstand on Nick’s side, there was a yellow post it note on the small lamp. Judy reached over and ripped the note off the lamp and read it ‘Morning Carrots, woke up early and found that all of your clothes have been shredded to ribbons by yours truly so I took your keys and heading to your place to get you your spare uniform. I’ll bring back muffins and coffee, stay beautiful- Love Nick XXX’ Judy finished reading this and let out a small titter before stretching in the spacious king sized bed. All the memories of last night’s intimacy raced through her mind and she felt giddy as remembered being so close with Nick, that was the greatest night of her life and not just because of the love making it was because she had declared her love for the mammal she loved most in the world and he felt the same; not to say that love making wasn’t a highlight. She had confided in Nick that she had five boyfriends and that she slept with three of them but her sixth, newest boyfriend was the best sexual partner she had ever had.

Nick had been so passionate and energetic whilst being attentive and caring during sex and Judy felt free to be herself to let her emotions and lust take hold of her, in laments terms they were in synch. Judy had that warm fuzzy feeling in her heart when hope and love are the overriding emotions, she out a love filled sigh as she got out the bed and quickly realised she wasn’t wearing anything so she went over to Nick’s wardrobe and pulled open the draws at the bottom to find Nick’s ZPD t-shirt before heading to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later Judy emerged from the bathroom after a nice shower, humming a tune to herself as she walked into the open plan kitchen/ living room area dressed in Nick’s ZPD T-shirt that was way too big for her. Judy went over to the fridge opened it up and took out a carton of orange juice from the shelf and drank it straight it from the carton, she had seen Nick do it so she assumed he wouldn’t mind. Judy strolled over to the sofa and flopped onto it, noticing the neatly folded pile of her shredded clothing from last night’s 'Activities’, she lifted up her knickers (panties to you North Americans) to find claw and teeth marks had tore through the fabric and thought comically He’s buying me some new underwear she retrieved the TV remote from it’s usual resting place on the coffee table and flicked it on. The TV station that came on screen was ZNN and the ever presentable Fabine Growley was at the news desk reading the headlines “Election fever has hit the city with first polls for mayoral vote released; the young conservative DA Raymond Bastille leads with 59% whilst his opponent, the liberal councilman Trevor Moon, trails with 41%. Pundits have been quick to point out that the rally outside city hall showed a division in public opinion over the rights of interspecies couples and that the election may be decided on this issue.”

Judy felt her ears go droopy upon hearing this, she wished Nick was at next to her to give her some words of encouragement but instead she was alone with her thoughts 59% of the city want to vote for that jerk Bastille; unbelievable Judy thought do that many mammals really want inters not to marry? Or do they just hate Inters full stop? Judy could feel her mind turning to sad thoughts and shook it off there was no way she was losing her happy buzz from the night before, she was in a relationship that was something to be happy about. Why waste her time dwelling on what other mammals would think of her new boyfriend? She loved Nick and he loved her back, that’s all that mattered.

“In other news; billionaire philanthropists Bianca and Bernard Gabor were rescued last night after being kidnapped by two high profile crime bosses,” Fabine read out “the M.M gang apparently swooped in to save the day and dropped off the well respected couple at ZPD’s precinct 1 before taking a stolen car on a joy ride and throwing out millions of dollars throughout the Rainforest District.” Judy could picture the pandemonium within the precinct with this craziness of the M.M gang’s latest escapade and was kind of thankful she wasn’t in work until this afternoon. Just then the unmistakeable sound of keys jingling at the front door made Judy’s ears spring up, it must be Nick Judy thought happily before grabbing her torn knickers and announcing in a theatrical voice “You Nick Wilde are taking me shopping,” walking towards the door, holding up her ripped underwear up for her boyfriend to see “you may have shredded my panties but on the plus side you get to buy me some sexy lingerie.”

The door unlocked and opened to reveal a very uncomfortable looking Marian Wilde standing in the doorway holding a plastic carrier bag in one paw and a pizza box and small container of fried crickets in the other, Judy let out a loud gasp when she saw Nick’s mom and had never felt more embarrassed in her entire life, she could feel the skin under her fur heat up from the embarrassment and felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple, the two shocked women were quiet for about ten seconds until Marian said in timid voice “I’m going to close the door and pretend like the last thirty seconds never happened, is that ok with you dear?”

“That would be great.” Judy panted, close to hyperventilating with anxiety. The door shut and Judy quickly threw the knickers along with her other ripped up clothes behind the sofa.

After a moment Marian walked opened the door again wearing a smile and seemingly forgetting the last half a minute “Judy, what a surprise.” Marian smiled at the still flustered rabbit.

“M-Marian, good morning.” Judy stuttered, walking over to the vixen.

“I just came round to drop off some of Nick’s uniforms that needed sewing,” Marian continued, putting the plastic bag full of

ZPD uniforms on the kitchen counter along with a box of cold veggie supreme pizza and cold fried crickets “and I found these fast food boxes with Nick’s name on in the elevator so I thought I best bring them in.”

“Oh….” Judy sounded, remembering the events that transpired in the elevator the night before “I guess it’s a junk food breakfast.”

“My thoughts exactly dear,” Marian agreed, going over to a kitchen cupboard and retrieving a bottle of hot sauce, nabbing a slice of pizza and applied a few drops of sauce to a slice of pizza before taking a big old bite of it “lovely; you can’t beat hot sauce on day old pizza.” She said with a full mouth.

Judy followed suit and grabbed a slice of pizza before Marian handed over the hot sauce bottle and Judy proceeded to spritz her slice with chilli laden sauce before munching it, her taste buds and Amethyst eyes came to life as she cooed “So tasty.”

“So,” Marian continued to talk whilst feasting on her pizza slice “I trust you took my advice about taking charge seeing as I have a very strange case of deja vu going on; with you in my son’s apartment and dressed in his shirt.”

Judy looked a little shy but couldn’t help but smile back “I suppose.”

“I suppose?” Marian mimicked playfully “Mr dear Judy I need a straightforward answer; are you my kit’s girlfriend?”

“Yes.” Judy said proudly which brought a wide and joyous grin to Marian’s face.

“Splendid.” Marian yipped, looking genuinely happy “Nick is lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have him,” Judy replied “he’s my dumb fox.”

“Hahahaha,” Marian tried to suppress her laugh and failed “dumb fox, he likes to think he’s smart but is a big dummy just like his father.”

“Marian,” Judy spoke with a careful voice “it means a lot that you approve of me, not everyone is so open minded.”

Marian let out a sigh and walked over to Judy and said in dull tone “Sorry about this.” Before pinching one of Judy’s long velvety ears.

“Oww! What the heck!?” Judy squealed, rubbing her now sore ear.

“Sorry my dear but I needed to teach you a lesson; never apologise for who you are and never thank people for accepting who you are, you just be you.” Marian stated with authority.

Judy forgot the pain and took in the words spoken to her, they were blunt but kind and they caused a spring of feelings to burst from her “You’re the best Marian.” Judy gushed before hugging the vixen.

Marian let out a mini chuckle before saying in a kidding tone “It has been said before.”

“How did you get in?” Judy asked, this had been bugging her.

“Nick gave me a spare key whilst you were in the shower the other day.” Marian explained “Speaking of Nicholas, where is he?”

“He’s gone to my apartment to pick up my spare uniform.” Judy answered, picking up another slice of pizza.

“You two don’t have a day off? What a shame.” Marian sympathised.

“We get a day off on Wednesday and the weekend so it’s not so bad.” Judy added.

“Lucky you, I’m on a late shift today but the rest of the week it’s 8am til 6pm.” Marian replied.

“What do you do for a living?” Judy asked back.

“I’m a IT technician at St. Zoo High school in the Sherwood district.” Marian confirmed.

“Oh yeah I heard of that school, it’s supposed to be really good there.” Judy commented.

“The kids are great.” Marian smiled before her and Judy’s ears pricked up upon hearing a new set of keys unlock the door.

Nick opened the door, unaware of his Mom’s presence, carrying a small a small gym bag containing Judy’s spare uniform and a cardboard double cup holder with two cups of Snarlbucks coffee, however as he saw the two most important women in his life in the kitchen he gave an awkward look and muttered “Busted.”

000

Victoria Todd was a vixen that many of her employees and business rivals feared, you don’t get to be the CEO and majority shareholder of one of the world’s biggest banks by playing nice, she was fierce with both her words and her actions but the mammals who were close to her knew this was an act; Victoria was kind and gentle when not in public and doted over her daughter like any other loving mother. And like any normal parent she was dropping her little girl off at school, the only difference was that they were in the back of a limousine along with Victoria’s personal assistant, Grace, a well dressed Panda who was swiping away at her smartphone. “So what lessons have you got today?” Victoria asked her daughter.

“I have math and English in the morning then art and music in the afternoon.” Luna replied in a bright voice, the red fox kit was in her posh private school uniform that consisted of a green blazer with the school’s insignia stitched on, white blouse, a red tie and a red tartan skirt.

“Ah music is your favourite class.” Victoria smiled, noticing her baby holding her violin case.

“Yeah and it’s Oliva’s favourite to!” Luna added with excitement.

“Oliva can play an instrument?” Victoria pondered. Oliva was Luna’s best friend and a mouse so it was hard to picture the little rodent playing a musical instrument.

“Uh huh, she plays a keyboard.” Luna nodded.

“A full size one?” Victoria scoffed.

“No, it’s a special mouse sized one.” Luna explained with a giggle.

The limo came to a stop outside the impressive red brick building with other pupils going off into very prestigious school. “Ok baby have a good day and I’ll be here to pick you up at three o'clock.” Victoria said, kissing her daughter on the cheek.

“Bye Mommy,” Luna beamed, as she opened the door “bye Grace.”

“See you later Luna.” Grace responded, not looking up from her phone. Luna closed the limo door behind her and skipped into the school grounds, Victoria gave a worried look as she saw her six year old daughter disappeared into the building, the Vixen knew how hard it was being a fox in a private school and how mean bullies could be but Luna was only in first grade and seemed to get along with everyone in her class, the sad thing was that the older kids get the meaner they become.

“Stop that.” Grace warned.

“Stop what?” Victoria asked, still looking at the school as the unseen chauffer began to drive towards the next destination.

“Giving that worried gaze, you do it every morning when we drop Luna at school, she’ll be fine.” Grace said finally looking up from her phone.

“I know but I ca-ARGH!” Victoria let out a yelp of pain and put a paw on her stomach.

“Vicky!” Grace reacted, rushing over to her boss.

“I’m fine.” Victoria lied, grinding her teeth with pain.

“No you’re not, c'mon we’re going to the hospital.” Grace dismissed, about to tell the chauffer to head to the nearest ER.

“I’m already dying Grace, there’s nothing more they can do.” Victoria winced.

Grace’s shoulders slumped and whispered “Don’t talk like that.”

“What? It’s the truth.” Victoria sounded bitter, she could taste blood in her mouth, her gums were bleeding again.

“You’re my best friend, I don’t want to think about you leaving.” Grace replied sitting beside the black furred fox, tears welling up in the Panda’s eyes.

“No crying,” Victoria mocked berated “we still have a job to do.”

“…Right.” Grace muttered before going back to a serious tone “Your meeting with the board of directors is at ten am then you have the potential buyers at eleven.”

“Good, I should be home by lunchtime.” Victoria sounded positive despite blood dripping from the edge of her mouth.

“What are you going to tell the board?” Grace asked, passing her boss and best friend a handkerchief.

Victoria took the hanky and wiped away the blood before answering “I’m dying and I want to sell my shares of the company.”

“Blunt.” Grace half laughed.

“Aren’t I always?” Victoria chuckled, it hurt to laugh. “Say I need you do to some digging for me whilst I’m in the meeting.”

“Sure, what do you need me to find out?” Grace asked.

“I want you to look into a cop, check that he’s not dirty.” Victoria instructed.

“What’s his name?” Grace asked further, getting her phone out to make a note of the name.

“Nick Wilde.” Victoria answered.

000

Marian Wilde was elated that her boy had got himself a girlfriend however she did give a look of disapproval when they told her that they wouldn’t be going public just yet, not until they figured out what to do with work and Judy told her parents she was in a interspecies relationship. But despite her feelings on hiding the matter she congratulated the new couple and agreed to keep their secret.

Judy and Nick arrived at precinct 1 to find the main lobby busy with both ZPD officers and MCB agents rushing around. Nick had handed over the two morrigan tablets to the crime lab and had sent word to Bogo about the new drug and that the Hood had passed on the intel through Mr Big. The chief agreed that this was a top priority but also that the MCB might want in on it, seeing as it was the M.M gang that found the drugs, he set up a meeting in his office for 3pm so Nick and Judy decided to plough through some paperwork they had been putting off.

Judy came out of the bathroom stall and went over to the sink designed for smaller mammals to wash her paws, she turned on the tap and began to clean her small grey paws when the door opened and in walked a very stressed looking Skye Winter talking into her phone “Yes sir…I understand that it looks bad.” She spoke, trying to remain professional but her voice was strained “There’s no need to come to Zootopia sir….I can fix this….yes sir, see you in a couple of days.” She hung up and gave a defeated sigh and buried her face in her white fluffy paws.

“Rough day?” Judy asked with sympathy.

Skye looked down at Judy and replied “Sorry you had to hear that, my boss is on my tail over this M.M case.”

“It’s ok, we all have crappy days.” Judy tried to perk up the artic fox.

“Yeah well this was supposed to be a great day, I had it all planed out but nooooo the Hood and Little John go on a rescue mission and throw away ten million dollars.” Skye griped, getting out her mascara from her suit pocket.

“What did you have planned?” Judy asked in a friendly manner, turning off the tap and grabbing some paper towels and dried her paws.

“It’s my boyfriend’s birthday today, we were going to take the day off and enjoy the city but now we both have to work.” Skye moaned, looking in the mirror and applying her mascara.

“Your boyfriend’s an agent to?” Judy guessed.

“Yeah, he’s been working so hard lately and he needs a day of zero stress.” Skye answered, screwing the top back on her mascara and returning it to her pocket.

Judy unconsciously twitched her nose and caught a smell coming off Skye, one that she had smelled quite a few times and asked “Um is Jack Savage your boyfriend?”

Skye looked impressed that Judy had managed to figure it out “How’d you know?” she asked back.

“You’ve got buck rabbit scent on you and seeing as Agent Savage is the only bunny at the MCB it’s pretty simple.” Judy explained her reasoning.

“You seem pretty cool with inters, not that many bunnies support us.” Skye commented.

“I’m not most bunnies.” Judy added “Beside Jack isn’t the only rabbit that’s into foxes.”

Skye’s eyes grew with surprise as she garbled shyly “I’m flattered but like I said I’m in a relationship and I’m not Bi.”

Judy looked up at Skye with bewilderment for a couple of seconds before the penny dropped “No, no, no that’s not what I meant, my boyfriend is a fox.” She corrected quickly.

“What!?” A voice happily shrieked from the doorway, Skye and Judy looked towards the bathroom door to see Nala wearing the toothiest grin imaginable.

“Oh sweet cheese and crackers.” Judy grumbled, she was doing great at keeping her new boyfriend a secret.

Nala hurried over to Judy and interrogated hastily with a smile “Is it Nick? Do you love him? Have you two done it yet? Tell me! I need details!”

“Uhhh,” Judy sounded, overwhelmed slightly “Yes it’s Nick, yes I love him and it’s none of your business if we’ve had sex yet.”

“That’s a yes then.” Skye smiled, suppressing a laugh.

“I gotta’ tell Clawhauser.” Nala said gleefully, getting out her phone to text the cheetah.

“Oh no you don’t.” Judy halted, snatching the phone out of the lioness’ paws.

“Hey, no fair.” Nala whined.

“Me and Nick are trying to keep this low profile, if the chief finds out he’ll split us up so please keep your mouth shut.” Judy instructed handing the phone back to Nala.

“Fine.” Nala pouted before saying “I’m happy for the two of you, I’ve been rooting for you guys.”

“Thanks.” Judy said meekly, glad to hear these words.

000

3pm came and Judy and Nick walked into Bogo’s office to find some others than the chief was waiting for them the trio of MCB operatives Skye, Jack and Nottingham were there along with Nala who looked confused to why she was attending this meeting. “Hopps, Wilde.” Bogo acknowledged the two as they came in and shut the door behind them “Let’s get down to business shall we?”

“Yes sir.” Judy agreed with her partner nodding.

“Last night Bianca and Bernard Gabor were kidnapped at the opera house and were subsequently rescued by the M.M gang, this one action has provided us with a lot of intel.” Bogo began, putting on his reading glasses and glancing at the papers on his desk.

“Yep those scumbags ain’t so mysterious anymore.” Nottingham chuckled, the shabby looking wolf showed his yellow fangs as he laughed.

“We’ve finally confirmed what species Hood and Little John are; a red fox and a grizzly bear.” Skye revealed.

Nick’s ears perked up and his fur stood on end “Hood’s a red fox?” he asked, sounding angry.

“Nick I took the statement myself; Bianca Garbor described the Hood as a red fox in his late forties to early fifties.” Jack sighed, knowing this info would distress his old friend.

“So it’s them? It’s the original M.M gang?” Nick asked, his green eyes narrowing causing Judy to look at her love with concern.

“Yes, we’ve ditched the idea that these criminals are copying the originals.” Skye answered.

“But that’s impossible, the original Hood and Little John were killed in a plane crash over 25 years ago, I read the case files and the autopsy reports.” Bogo said, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Plane crash?” Judy queried.

“The Hood and Little John had hit the three biggest banks that hold mob money in Zootopia in one night, apparently got $500 million just through cyber attacks no physical money was taken,” Nick explained, his memory as clear as his pain “anyway word got out about the Hood’s identity, that he was a red fox and the mob knew where he lived. The Hood and Little John were in a car chase all the way to the airport, they managed to fight them off the mob’s hitmen, they thought they had won, got in a private jet and went to fly away but they were shot down with a missile. I remember seeing the explosion from my window.”

“Yeah I remember that to.” Jack reminisced grimly.

“But the bodies were found in the wreckage?” Nala asked, puzzled.

“Yes but we can’t dismiss the possibility that these bodies were planted and their dental records changed.” Skye answered.

“Those sneaky bastards, I knew they weren’t dead.” Nottingham threw in.

“But back to the matter at hand,” Bogo said, clearing his throat “Mr and Mrs Gabor were kidnapped by Professor Rattigan and Madame Misdaad.”

“The same crime bosses who are flooding the streets with Morrigan?” Judy queried “Why would they want to kidnap the founders of the Rescue Aid Society?”

“Apparently they wanted to forcibly purchase some swamp lands just outside the city and were willing to pay millions for it.” Skye explained.

“Millions for a swamp?” Nala asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer.

“We have no idea why.” Nottingham admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

“However this has given us a lead,” Jack smiled “the M.M gang is targeting the two biggest drug syndicates in the city.”

“So we follow the drugs and we find the Hood and Little John.” Judy theorised.

“Exactly.” Jack agreed with confidence.

“So what is new drug anyway?” Nala asked, feeling out of the loop. “I’ll let out CSI explain that.” Bogo said.

“CSI?” Nick mumbled looking around to see no one else in the office.

“Down here.” A voice alerted, Nick and Judy looked towards the source of the voice, on Bogo’s desk was a mouse dressed in grey jeans and a black sweater.

“Sorry buddy didn’t see you there.” Nick apologised.

“It’s quite alright old boy,” The mouse accepted “Basil Dawson nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you I’m officer Hopps and this is officer Wilde.” Judy smiled at the well spoken mouse.

“I am quite grateful for the pills you gave me, it’s been a struggle to get a proper sample.” Basil thanked.

“So what does this Morrigan stuff do anyway?” Nick asked.

“It’s the work of that scheming rat Rattigan; arguably his greatest work yet. It’s a fast acting steroid which also gives a sense of euphoria and numbs pain.” Basil explained.

“So what’s the kicker?” Judy asked, knowing there was a side effect to all drugs.

“Rage most commonly, fits of tachycardia that can lead to heart attacks and it has a unidentified component in it that makes it addictive as heroin.” Basil explained quickly “My husband Dr. Dawson has had three bodies in the morgue in the last month killed by this drug.”

“So why are we only hearing about this drug now?” Nick asked.

“I can only assume that Rattigan and Misdaad paid off the right people to keep this under the rug, it was only made illegal a few weeks ago.” Basil offered his opinion.

“I want this crisis nipped in the bud, that’s why I’m authorising a sting operation at the Clashing Camel arena tonight.” Bogo announced.

“What’s the objective chief?” Judy asked.

“We’re going to have Wilde and Priderock undercover in the arena, looking for dealers.” Bogo explained.

“Me sir?” Nala asked, obviously excited, this was her first undercover job.

“Yes, you and Wilde mingle among the crowds and look out for suspicious behaviour. Agent Savage will also be undercover looking for the M.M gang.” Bogo elaborated.

“What about me sir?” Judy asked, sounding eager.

“Seeing as you will be the most senior ZPD officer on this operation, I want you in charge and coordinating the sting from the surveillance van, you’re too well known Hopps; a drug dealer would spot you instantly.” Bogo ordered.

“I won’t let you down sir.” Judy agreed.

“This isn’t going to work.” Nick spoke up with a shake of his head.

“Huh? Why not?” Jack asked his childhood friend.

“Who are the dealers going to sell to? The crowd, maybe? But if I was peddling a steroid I’d be dealing to the fighters.” Nick pointed out.

“We need someone backstage.” Judy realised.

“Maybe I can help with that.” A voice interrupted, everyone in the room turned to the door to see Clawhauser standing in the doorway holding a file, Nick noticed Bogo tense up as he came face to face with his ex.

“How?” Nala asked, looking at her fellow feline.

“I used to fight at that arena when I was teen.” Clawhauser answered “I know that place inside out, I know the guys who work there they’ll let me backstage.”

“That would be really helpful.” Jack replied, grateful for the extra pair of eyes.

“But you’re a desk cop, not a field one.” Bogo said, sounding a little reserved.

“Well that’s the thing,” Clawhauser said going over and handing Bogo the file “I don’t want to be on the front desk anymore.”

Nala, Nick and Judy all shared shocked looks but no one looked more surprised than the chief, he opened the file to find a department reassignment form. He looked up at the cheetah with a straight face but inside his heart was splitting in two “Fine, you’re in.” he grunted.

Ten minutes later everyone had left Bogo’s office to prepare for the sting later tonight, Bogo was looking at Clawhauser’s form and couldn’t shake off the guilt he was feeling. He needed to talk to him, to persuade him to stay before he knew Bogo had pressed the intercom button and said “Clawhauser, come up to my office.”

Less than minute later Clawhauser walked into the office and closed the door behind him “You wanted to see me chief.” He said formally.

“Sit down Ben.” Bogo requested, motioning at one of the empty chairs with his hoof.

Clawhauser sat down and crossed his arms defensively “Don’t try and talk me out of it.” He said, his anger clear on his face.

“Come on, this is ridiculous, I know we’re not a couple anymore but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” Bogo spoke, his voice tried to be calm but came off as desperate.

“Couple? We were never a couple according to you. 'It was just about sex’ that’s what you said.” Clawhauser countered.

“I was wrong to say that, I’m sorry ok.” Bogo reacted.

“You broke my heart Mason and now I’m taking action, I’m going back into the field.” Clawhauser defied.

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want you to leave.” Bogo said, he was getting upset.

“I’m not some toy that you can treat like garbage, I loved you and all you gave me was secrets and pain.” Clawhauser let his emotions out.

“I know, I know you hate me but please don’t leave because of me.” Bogo plead, there was a lump in his throat.

Clawhauser got out of his chair and made his way towards the door whilst saying in melancholy voice “Every time I look at you I picture the life we could’ve had together, I can’t be reminded of that day after day.”

Just as Clawhauser put his paw on the door handle he felt two powerful arms wrap around his waist and hug him “Please…D-don’t go.” Bogo sobbed.

“Let go Mason,” Clawhauser sniffed, he was crying as well now “I’ve got a fight to get to.”

Reluctantly Bogo slowly released his former boyfriend and let him leave the office, after he had gone Bogo locked the door before falling to the floor in a crying mess.

(AN/ What did you guys think? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Review. Next time on Take a Stand, the drug sting begins, Jack sees a old face and the M.M gang try to save the day. Please review and c ya soon…)

The Breakfast Chronicles, Part 1

Happy OQ Day! There’s no real plot, just a bit of Hood Mills Fluff for you to enjoy. 

Blueberry pancakes on a Saturday morning–Ronald’s excited, Henry just wants to go back to bed, and Peanut is confused and needs a bath.

For the anon who requested Robin shaving off his beard and Peanut starts crying because she doesn’t recognize him. (I changed your prompt just a bit to fit the story a little better–hope that’s okay!)

Thanks to the lovely @emmaswanchoosesyou for a quick beta…and finding my mistakes so I could do chores. ;)

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Fixing What Is Broken - KH Oneshot

So, to keep OQ alive and participate in Outlaw Queen Day, I thought I should post something today. I have a bit too much work to do on a full chapter of any fic of mine, but I’ve had this oneshot in my to-post list that I’ve never quite gotten around to. So this is a little snippet pre-KH (about a month after OQ met and took up residence in the Castle) that’s been occupying my thoughts.

Hope that y'all enjoy, and I just want to say thank you to the OQ fandom for still having the strength to support each other and still encouraging writers and artists to keep posting.

You all rock and I love you.

When in an unfamiliar place, sleep always evaded Robin until he knew his surroundings like the back of his hand. And even though most nights he had spent wandering around the castle until he was too weary to stand properly, four weeks in a new environment such as this was still not enough for him to feel comfortable.

Tonight he took a new route, taking right turns instead of the lefts he had originally started with. Now he wasn’t entirely sure how to get back, but he could just as easily ask a random passer-by. They’d probably know.

Though the next person he saw was not a ‘random passer-by’; it was the Prince and Princess, talking between themselves in hushed tones with worried frowns etched into their brows.

“Is everything alright?” Robin asked the moment he was within earshot.

The two looked up at him, seemingly surprised at having company.

“Everything’s fine,” Charming assured, wrapping an arm around his wife’s waist before leading her past Robin.

But Snow stopped, mumbling something Robin couldn’t quite catch before she turned back to him and asked; “Have you seen Regina?”

“I’m afraid not,” Robin answered with a shake of his head, and then remembered the worry across their faces when he first saw them. “Is she alright?”

“She’s fine,” the Prince answered, once again trying to guide Snow down the corridor.

Though the Princess was stubborn, holding her ground as she continued talking to Robin. “She stormed out of a meeting early today, and nobody seems to know where she is.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for her,” Robin promised, smiling when gratitude filled the Princess’ face.

“Thank you.”

Robin nodded in acknowledgement, preparing to continue his trek around the castle when Snow called him back.

“She’s…” Snow started, licking her lips as she tried to work out the best way to phrase whatever she had to say. She settled on; “…not in a good mood.”

The implications set in, and Robin carefully asked; “You think she’s going to hurt someone?”

“No,” Snow immediately responded, before pausing and frowning. “Yes? …I don’t know. I just know that she can be rather… destructive when she’s upset.”

“I’m aware,” Robin murmured, thinking back to self-administered sleeping curses and finding something to live for in having ’someone to destroy’. “If I see her I’ll let you know.”

“It’s much appreciated,” Charming smiled, before finally succeeding in leading his wife away.

It was only when Robin could no longer see them that he realised he hadn’t asked for directions back. So… He’d just have to explore a little more than he had planned.

Though now, he doubt he could sleep without knowing Regina was alright. He was still unsure as to how the not-so-evil-anymore Evil Queen incited these feelings of worry and care inside him - irrespective of how she treated him.

It wasn’t as if she was terrible to him - sometimes she could even be classed as 'pleasant’ - but she knew enough about him to know his weak spots, his pressure points, what words to say to make him leave her with a rising wave of anger and a slammed door.

But she was hurting, grieving, and was constantly doubted about how she was coping with it all. If Robin was in her position he’d do all he could to be left alone too.

Though he still felt concern. The darkest times after his wife’s passing had been when he was alone. The anger and pain and heartbreak had taken over and someone - usually him - had always ended up becoming injured.

Robin may have been willing to give the Queen the space she desired, but he wanted to know that she would be safe first.

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Time to Stay

I have absolutely no idea what this is or where it came from, but I wanted to play on OutlawQueen Day and this is what came of it.  It feels Missing Year.  Enjoy!

“Could you stay?” her voice is so quiet against the rage of the storm that it must be some kind of magic that carries it to his ears.  When he turns back she’s nearly broken; her hands grip the edge of the vanity so tightly the tiny bottles that litter the top shake with the tremors that consume her. He wants to ignore her, wants nothing more than to walk away from this infuriatingly stubborn woman and her snide remarks and endless scorn, to finally turn his back on her walls that he has been trying to scale and admit defeat.

Robin’s tired of chasing her, tired of her fighting what he knows she feels.  He can see it in her eyes when they try to cut him down.  It’s those eyes that stop him tonight, that have him walking back to her, prying her fingers from the table’s edge and pulling her to his chest.  She’s stiff as a board against him, shoulders strained, jaw set firm.  “You asked me to stay, Regina,” he leans in close, speaks directly into her ear.  “You know you’re safe with me.”

“Why?” she’s muffled with her face pressed against his chest, hands gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter and tighter with every clap of thunder.  She hates him for seeing her like this; she hates him for coming back with more force each and every time she’s pushed him away; she hates that he can see through her ire and feigned indifference; she hates him for being the only one she wants to be near when her tortured mind and her battered heart join forces to extinguish her light.

“Because while I may have been a thief once upon a time, I would never take what you’re not yet ready to give.”  He rests his chin atop her head, runs one hand up and down her spine in a steady, soothing rhythm; the other gently cups the back of her neck, fingers flexing to weave in and out of the hair that has fallen lose form her ever elaborate styles. He likes her like this, a bit disheveled, a bit less false.

“Robin, I…” she flattens her hands against his chest and pushes back.  It’s too close, he’s too close, but somehow not nearly close enough. She takes half a step back and tilts her head up enough to look in his eyes.  They’re kind; they’re always kind, even when she’s needlessly cruel.  She doesn’t know what to do with kindness. It scares her more than the storm raging just outside these walls, more than the storm raging in her heart.  She needs to get away. As she thinks it, his hold instantly loosens around her, giving her freedom to stay or go.  She stays, hovers for a bit in the space between his chest and his arms.

“You’re not ready,” he finishes so that she doesn’t have to hear the defeat in her own voice.  “Another valuable lesson I learned from my years of thievery, was patience.  And that sometimes you have to wait for what’s important.”  He eases his hands back up to her shoulders, lets them rub up and down her arms when she makes no move to pull away (or burn him to a crisp).  “It’s all about timing.”

He’s impossible, but yet he’s here.  Hasn’t given up on her and worse, won’t let her give up on herself.  “What time is it for you, Thief?” she tries to find the sarcasm, but she’s simply too tired to sort through her many facades.  

“Time to stay,” he kisses into her forehead, arms circling tightly around her trembling frame.

She slides her palms up his chest to his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and pulls herself flush against him just as lightning strikes dangerously close and the castle walls shake with the force of the thunder.

Rituals

I know it’s short - but something needed to be posted as Season 6 starts. Happy Outlaw Queen Day!

He’s watching her, like he usually does, leaning casually against the bathroom vanity as she “preps” herself for bed, a ritual he has come to utterly adore.

It It starts with her hair, long and luxurious as she untangles the curls, pulling it back into a low messy braid. If Robin had it his way, her hair would be free to flow wild, draping around her shoulders, loose so he can run his fingers through the chocolate silk. He loves her hair. Is absolutely thrilled that she is agreed to grow it out, not that he didn’t appreciate the shorter look. But there is nothing in this world that compares to the feeling of the longer length brushing against his chest when she lays over him, or the captivating way it spills from the crown of her head, a tumbling waterfall he can do nothing but be bewitched by.

It’s tied back now, exposing the length of her neck, the beauty of her skin, honey hued and dotted with freckles he’s counted time and time again. Twenty-six of them adorn her body to be exact. His favorite three make a perfect small triangle underneath her left breast. A private constellation only for his eyes to see. However a bet for top spot could be challenged by the one at her corner of her lower lip, it’s the first spot he kisses in the morning, and the last one at night. Or maybe the four that curve along her shoulder blade, he definitely likes those ones. He just likes her.

The buzz of her toothbrush trails his eyes lower, down to her delicious mouth. He prefers nothing more than to be attached to it at any given point of the day, every minute of the day if she’d let him. On cue in his timed countdown, she sits on the edge of the tub, scrubbing away mindlessly as he does the same. His mind wanders to memories of her smile, a perfect row of white teeth beaming out behind ruby stained lips. Never once has that smile failed in making his heart stutter. Even as the years have gone on, and he’s seen it a thousand and one blissful times, for a fraction of a second he melts for it, always.

He finishes first, splashes some cool water on his face, and pretends to find something else to occupy his time with as she follows him to the sink. It’s some sort of balm that goes next, a creamy pink substance that squeezes from her blue bottle and gets patted just below her eyes and around her forehead. He’d asked her once what it was for, she made some ridiculous comment about keeping wrinkles far away. That is something he will never understand. Her skin is flawless to him, supple and smooth under his touch. So what if there are a few lines around her eyes that she pulls back with a frown, or a crease here and there. It’s their life quietly painted into her face. The ones that came when Roland fractured his arm, or the first idiot boy that broke their daughter’s heart, to the laugh lines from moments forever engraved into his memory. It’s their story, each and every one.

He listens to her hum, as she usually does by this point, whilst smearing more product into her skin, ones that “brighten” or “tighten”, others that enrich with vitamins and things Robin still can’t pronounce. She doesn’t need any of it. The beauty of his wife is not something ointments and concoctions create. It’s simply her. The defined shape of almond eyes, straight bridged nose, sculpted cheekbones and jawline, pouty perfect lips. It’s just her. Stunning, glorious her.

His favorite part of her routine is starting, and he does his best to silently watch her through the mirror, rustling his own hair in allusion that he isn’t just standing here in their bathroom watching her preen. The dark blue silk robe untie, drapes down to her shoulders, laying bare the pure loveliness of her chest, not quite pulled apart enough for her breasts to be fully on display, but the curve of each swell deliciously there. It smells of rich velvets, and fresh rain. Something alluding to spiced vanilla, yet subtle lavender. If there is one thing he could wish to always have (besides her), it would be this smell, soaked into his skin, melted within his brain. The cream glides around her skin, slowly vanishing along the length of her neck, on her collarbones, between her breast and over the swells. Its mesmerizing, the patterns she draws, curling into her shoulders, to the back of her jaw, down and around on her back.

“You know, you could help me rather than just stare”.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror, playfully accusing his dumbfounded look, caught red handed, drooling over her. It’s not his fault she’s his weakness, can render him speechless with a mere arch in her brow. He flushes, biting down on his lower lip with a shy smile, “Was I that obvious?”.

“You’ve watched me do this nearly every night, for two years now”

Well that is true, and he fails to see the problem as her bottle of cream is pressed into his palm. She turns, dropping her robe, sinfully letting his gaze rake and burn into her naked skin as she sits on the edge of the vanity, hoisting her hips up enough to settle her bare backside on the cool granite. He wonders if it will ever fade. The hot coil that pulses low in his body at the sight of hers. If anything it flourishes and burn more. She lifts, and he catches her ankle, letting her foot rest square in the middle of his chest, dainty dark red painted toes tapping lightly against him.

He loves her ritual, loves the way she hums and haws over every invisible flaw she finds, that he kisses away. Will forever be a spectator if she allows. But this, this is amazing, getting to massage the muscles in her thighs, curl his thumbs into the arch of her feet, dance teasingly light around the crease of her hips, and if by the grace of god, she will let him continue to serve her, well he may have just found his new part of her nightly routine….of course until they get to bed, nothing will ever rival that.

After that interview, I’m honestly surprised Robin was mentioned more than once. So glad they didn’t just sweep his death under the rug like I was expecting. And YAY for Henry dissing the “obliterated soul” idea. And that feather! I’m definitely taking that as Robin being in a better place and watching over them. I still hate that he’s gone, but at least he has a slightly better ending.

OUTLAW QUEEN DEFENSE SQUAD

Okay so, thoughts on Robin’s mentions in 6x1. 1. AT LEAST Adam and Eddy acknowledged what we’re feeling through Regina by bringing up the whole obliterated soul thing. I am still reeling with the unfairness of “offing” him for all of eternity. Thanks for the painful reminder, but okay. 2. I totally get why Regina blames Zelena for what happened and I’m glad she voiced it because warranted or not, needing someone to blame for bad things is human and I see it as an important part of Regina’s grieving process. Also, Zelena deserves to take some of that responsibility since it technically was her bad judgment and horrible taste in men that got Robin killed. Oh, and losing that feather was inconsiderate AF 3. Regal Believer to the rescue. Bless Henry’s heart for giving us a chance in hell to recover from Robins death. I’m with you, Regina! I choose to believe he could be in a better place and not just “cease to exist”. Did anyone else catch that dangerous thing called hope? “Villains will say anything to hurt people”—DARE I BELIEVE IT COULD HAVE BEEN A LIE?!? I’m still thinking on that one. Now here’s my concerns. - Adam and Eddy better not think that one episode touching on Robin’s death and possible afterlife is gonna be good enough. If you ripped him away, at least have the decency to give Regina (and us outlaw queeners) a little time to honor our fallen hero. If they pull some “Oh well, here. Have some crumbs. Robin may or may not be in heaven after all, but Regina thinks he is so there’s your closure. Next on ONCE, Captain Swan might be in trouble! Will Emma tell Hook she knows she’s gonna die? Can they work together to cheat death? Someone might not make it, but it’ll all be worth it so long as these two can stay together!” shit I WILL have someone’s head. - Then there’s that feather again. There’s two ways I saw it. A. It’s a sign that Robin is still there in some way. Or B. It’s a bookend for outlaw queen and everything they once had 😥 NOW, if these masochists really mean that Robins gone for the rest of the series, the least they could offer us is Robin in the form of a flashback or even more meaningful, in Regina’s dreams. When should we start petitioning for Sean McGuire to guest star? Anyone??

Originally posted by darkparadiseprodz