Dahs’ Nightower

Matt Krugger as a 3-E exchange student at Kunugigaoka:

M: Kirara, eh? Not with your cheek bones. Masayoshi’s already fine with Justice, so you should have a name to fit your gothic horror writer persona. Think you can live with a pen name like 😱TSURARA?? Ever see the spikes up and down a cave in Alaska as just the ice dripping down the snow, or as a huge beastie’s fangs waitin’ to gnaw on a foolish explorer’s hide?! It suits you, Art of Darkness.

名称変更(めいしょうへんこう): 🥰綺羅々(キララ)=>👹氷柱羅(つらら)

Read “purple sea urchins”, saw Freddi Fish trade with an otter who proceeds to snack on its uni center! One fish’s money is a sea weasel’s truffle, I guess!

Freddi Fish 6: opening act, Trawler scene

Fish sleuths Freddi and Luther are whisked off to less balmy shores and into the freezing tundra depths thanks to Luther biting onto a Gummy Worm on a hook.

Now they’re on a trawler, in a tank full of other marine life, and heading for port to Alaska, with a crusty, ornery otter in galoshes and a snarky blonde husky.

Midway through their destination, on a path of jagged fjords and thick floes, Luther begs the two-man crew not to have them for supper, handing the sundry sea cap’n all his purple sea urchins, and drop them someplace warmer that isn’t a seafood restaurant.

As the otter captain, Juneau J. Sewart, brings an urchin toward his fuzzy maw, he nutcracks it open, savoring the umami uni center, carting the rest to bring to his friends back in the Yukon.

He thanks Luther for the imported treats, in his Cajun Canuck drawl, as urchins are rare in the Arctic, tho not for legal ocean tender, as Nikki, his sled hound first mate, and Freddi, translate to his pint-size pal. “Does it hurt?”. “Ah, ma’non, lime boy.”, Sewart replied. “I had only sampled oursins bonbon like yours in the LA beach by the wharf, and such flavors: Cots🍊, pearly winks🩵, erchids 💜! They purple, but not rich-as-snails purple, nonsieur! But I will hand you these silver shells. Much plentiful barter for you fish than these delicacies.”

“Okay, mr french otter captain, sir.”, Luther answered skittishly as they pocket the shells Sewart handed them, a more common currency in Yukon, where he n his mate r shoving off to with their catch. “By the way, can you drop us near some lake we can swim in?”.

“Klondike’s got enough fin space for both you and the salmon swimming upstream”, Nikki suggests. “ ‘Bout 5 minutes away from our shop, following the restaurant needing our catch, but we’ll spare you two when we get to the river.” “As long as we’re not in a salad, the salmon won’t bother us when we’re thawing ourselves from that chilly trip up north.”, Luther gaffs after the expedition inside their trawler. Sewart and Nik acquiesce, and their off to Yukon, Canada!

Before heading off on pickup, Sewart also hands Freddi some rope he wove from the seaweed n algae he scooped up while fishing near F&L’s reef. A change of modest clothes for the mammals after docking their trawler, they transfer the fish tank’s contents to a cooler in their pickup to the restaurant southeast of their dock.

(to be continued)

Kitsui Tetsuro (狐井 鉄浪　きつい てつろう) was a doberman pinscher Field Instructor in Matt's precinct from the Kauai division of McGarrett, who protected the Dusk Lycanroc Yugure n her pups in Ni'ihau back in 1997. Matt knew this ronin-coded blitzhunder when Mahiru & Mayoru were just Rockruff twins prior to evolving.

Born in Tokugawa in 1947, and starting his cop dog duties in 1994, He was the 18th son in the Kamitsuchi (神槌 かむつち) samurai clan dating back to the Showa period, and masters of the Judgement Fang technique (罰牙切術 ばきぎりじゅつ). Or so he says to the coydog n his fellow officers.

What he neglected to mention was that Kamitsuchi (嚙槌) were a generation of metalworkers with teeth as hard as a Tungsten Carbide press; some of his predecesors had a paw in attacking Pearl Harbor after Hiroshima in WW2; and that he was a weeabo with muscles from Tokugawa, who built up his resume n bio from his action n period manga collection: a 9ft geek playing ronin in the force. Least the physical peak hid his otaku shame from his coworkers, who had known about this side of their Liutenant 2 years in the precinct.

Despite the doctored dossier, the manual labor making suspension wires and automobil chassis in his family's factory was a key factor in his diligence and fortitude when it came to hard-boiled police work, and garnered much needed respect from McGarrett to a wannabe samurai dog who swings his billy club like a Tanto behind closed doors.

Sadly, Kitsui had his life taken in 2003 from a stab to the left shoulder blade by a game hunter's bowie knife. He and his poacher pals were gunning for rare livestock in the protected wild of Niihau. While Kitsui put up a hardass front for the law, he was hiding a nurturing spirit under the fangs and that kevlar vest, bringing essential petcare supplies, easy-to-chew food n rocks for the rock wolves, and some of his own weeb stash to entertain the pups. Mahiru took a liking to the dog in blue's love of Japan culture n language, a kinda tribute to their father figure. If Kitsui hadn't braced the hole to stop him from flaying the wolves while they dig out an exit, the Lycanroc trio wud be mountain boots or ginsu knives.

😆😆🤣

My choices were more introverted, yet I come out liking it

Hansel & Gretel but the Gingerbread house is a monster

The kids got lost in woods, as Hansel’s breadcrumbs had been eaten by birds and can’t finds their way back.

They find themselves deep within the woods until they spot a cottage delectably made of gingerbread and assorted candies; candycane windows, gumdrop-tiled chocolate roofs, a chimney of choco-sticks.

A voice popped out of the sweet home, by the striped mint windows; an alluring, dulcet greeting of what is presumed to be some withered, old lady that made the house brick by soft cookie brick. “I have more sweets inside”, cooed the comforting whispers of a granny. “Step inside, I’ll each give you a gumdrop as big was your hands; cookies covered in candy-coated chocolate chips. I can even bake you a scrumptious apple pie dusted with cinnamon n powdered sugar.”

Der kinderlings could not resist. The seemingly sweet granny had hooked the children to her graham cracker-lacquered abode, as flies toward a honey-scented pitcher plant. They were expecting gumdrop dreams in the sugary cabin, only to be snared by black licorice nightmares, as the house began to warp and stretch into a hideous, glazed maw of gingerbread and gnarled glass candy jaws, a fruity rolled tongue wrapped around them, and the house grew a face of a carved pumpkin witch, with a crooked, pointed nose and some eyes glowing of candycorn. With a great big gulp, the children had seemed to vanish, and the carved witch face of the gingerbread home was a home once more, ready to lure in unsuspecting children to another delectable trap.

anonymous said

Are you a good girl?

ashereden

no I’m chewing on electrical cords

Nutty’s Enchanted Tails (The Ox & the Acorn, Tilly the Living Balloon Animal excerpt)

PPL ur gonna hate me cuz I did all this with AI assist from Copilot, pictures and text, but I do try to edit the prompts to something coherent.

These r only a few stories I could make about a red squirrel’s journey to a fantasy realm and his misadventures with his pals, a barn owl wizard and a rabbit knight. Think Never Ending Story mixed with Redwall for a Nick Jr audience.

First tale has a power hungry Ox who inflated himself on accident from potion crafting gone wrong, needing a mystic walnut in a grotto to cure his immaculate indigestion. Second story’s kinda an character intro from that first one, how a tiger gal who became a circus clown thanks to a red rubber nose granting her the skill to change shape into any form she fancies, as if she herself was a balloon animal of sorts.