Jul 29, 2021
It doesn't really fit into my Bellatrix Lestrange aesthetic, but I had to have it and no one outside of Tumblr will appreciate how I squealed and snatched the Clyde bear shirt ❤️❤️
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It doesn't really fit into my Bellatrix Lestrange aesthetic, but I had to have it and no one outside of Tumblr will appreciate how I squealed and snatched the Clyde bear shirt ❤️❤️
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I just cannot help myself Z. I am a devotee of both your fics and of @clydesducktape ‘s Clyde Bear, and all I can think about now after reading your little teaser of your Backwoods fic is reader and Clyde cozy and snuggled up in a tent and overprotectice Clyde being like “ya gotta be careful about the bears out there” but, dear audience, WHAT ABOUT THE BEAR THAT IS ALREADY INSIDE THE TENT?! Oh my dear Clyde. You have no idea what you do to us. - K 🦊
ATTENTION: THERE IS A BEAR INSIDE THE TENT. THERE IS A BEAR INSIDE THE TENT.
alsdkjsldfjlkflkd I fucking adore you, Kitsune. It’s so wonderful to hear from you 😹 I, too, am completely obsessed with @clydesducktape’s big bear Clyde. Ain’t he the sweetest?
For the fic, I’d like you to consider this: bears have a keen sense of smell and tend to go for humans’ food, so you have to bring these things called “bear canisters” when you go backpacking (if you don’t want to hang your food bag from a tree). They’re scent-proof and fairly challenging to open.
I’m just imagining a snacky Clyde struggling to open the bear canister in the middle of the night and waking you up with the ruckus. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he’d apologize, “’m just so hungry!”